#eddie munson x daughter!oc

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First impressions

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older!eddie munson x popstar!reader

note: takes place october 2023

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Y/N L/N’s voice was a constant in Eddie’s house with his daughter, Isla, being a huge fan. He most likely listened to Y/N’s album more than the singer herself had. And as soon as Y/N L/N had announced her tour Isla had been begging for tickets. And one thing about Eddie is that he would do anything for his little girl, so he patiently waited for when the tickets would go on sale. And when they did, he was busy. Of course.

Eddie, even though he has been out of the limelight for a decade now, he never stopped working in the industry. He now was a producer, and god he loved it, he may have loved it even more than being a recording artist. 

So of course he was working with one of his favourite clients, finishing a song they had been working on for a while now. Working past their set hours of today. 

He had only learned he missed the tickets, completely forgetting it was today, when Isla comes barrelling down the stairs of their New York penthouse.

“Dad! Tickets were today! Did you get us some?” Isla said, hastily, clearing having been waiting hours for her Dad to get home. 

Eddie on the other hand can’t believe he forgot, it’s just been the only thing Isla had been talking about for the last few weeks. He felt awful, he never wanted to disappoint her. So he lied. 

“Of course I did, Sweetie!” What else was he supposed to do? When Isla jumped into his arms in joy, he almost didn’t even feel guilty. Almost, because now he had to think of a way to get himself out of this. 

“Oh, my god! Thank you, Daddy! I have to go tell Jenna!”

As soon as Isla was out of Eddie’s sight, his slime slipped right off his face. He had to jump right into action. Being in the industry helped, but being a legend to the industry helped more. Eddie emailed his team, to try their best to get tickets, spare the cost. When they all came back empty handed, he went onto his next order of business, getting in contact with the woman herself. Now he couldn’t exactly get into contact with her directly, he messaged her team. Which in his opinion was close enough. 

Y/N’s team had responded first thing the next morning, sharing a more than enthusiastic response, saying he and his daughter could even have backstage passes. At that Eddie couldn’t wait to tell Isla, not only would she be going to Y/N’s concert, that would also get to meet her idol.

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Today was the long awaited day, the day of Y/N’s concert. It wasn’t only Eddie and Isla that were excited for tonight's show, Y/N’s team had told her today that Eddie Munson, a rock legend, and his daughter would be attending her show. Y/N always gets nervous before shows, but knowing that Eddie Munson would be in the crowd and that she would be meeting him after the show, caused an unforeseen amount of worry to form in Y/N’s stomach. 

But as usual all the nervousness and worrying thoughts left as soon as she played the first note of ‘emails i can’t send’ as the concert began.

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Eddie did not expect to enjoy the concert that much, the music itself wasn’t exactly his style, but it was the presence that Y/N had on stage that captivated him. And it was at this point Eddie realised he had never seen a picture of Y/N before, and god was she gorgeous. She had this beauty that ran deeper than just her looks, her smile redacted warmth and her kindness shown through when she talked to the crowd. 

Eddie naturally felt awkward about his attraction towards her, she was easily 20 years younger than him, his son had a better shot than he did. But that sure as hell didn’t stop the thoughts that came into mind when Y/N sang her more explicit lyrics. 

And with Eddie’s new found attraction towards Y/N, it only made him nervous for their meeting after the show. 

-

Eddie and Isla were currently walking down the hallway they were directed to, with Isla leading the way. And when Y/N came into their view standing at the snack table, drinking a bottle of water, Isla ran up to Y/N not being able to contain her excitement. Eddie in the meantime, having a reaction to seeing Y/N of his own. Eddie froze, his breath caught in his throat.

“Hi! Oh god, I can’t believe I’m meeting you! Can I have a hug?”

“Of course, sweetie. You’re Isla right?” Y/N said, pulling Isla into a tight hug.

“Yes. I can’t believe you know my name.” As Isla was having an existential crisis, Eddie spoke up, finally having the courage.

“Hi, I’m Eddie. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Yes, you too! My parents love your music.”

“Oh, that aged me.” Eddie joked back, with no real offence in his voice. Though he did place a hand on his heart to seal the deal.

“No! Please, you’re not that old. You’re what 35- 40” Y/N said, looking into Eddie’s eyes, her cheeks spread in a wide smile.

“Now I know you’re kidding.”

“No, really I’m not. How old are you?”

“46.”

“No!”

“Yes.”

While the two had their little back and forth, Isla recovered from her crisis, and watched the two adults that were clearly both into each other. So of course in true Isla fashion, she did everything she could to make her idol, a possible new step-mom.

“He’s single too.” Isla blurted out, she’s never been good with filters.

“Isla-”

“Is he?”

“Oh- I- I’m not- you’re not-” Eddie stutters, not knowing exactly how to respond to that.

“Well, I’m staying in New York for a couple weeks, you could call me?” Y/N says, having no idea where this new found confidence of hers is coming from. But nonetheless runs with it, grabbing a napkin from the snack table the trio was standing by and writing for number on  it before handing it to Eddie.

“Um, I have to now. It was so lovely meeting you Isla, and it was great meeting you Eddie..”

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the daughter of a cop

steve harrington x hopper!oc childhood best friends to lovers, slow burn.

a multi-chapter, full length fanfic, following seasons 2 - 4, with valerie hopper integrated into them!

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TICK // 0.1 Eddie Munson

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Synopsis: what did your parents think of you? did they worry what strangers on the street might perceive? did they wake in a cold sweat, unable to sleep over fears of their community whispering behind their backs? did bile rise in their throats as they smelled sweat, cigarettes, and fornication on their eldest daughter?

good. clutch those fucking pearls.

"that Buckley girl is going to hell, what a waste of life."

(While this prologue takes place in Season 4 of Stranger Things, the majority of TICK will be set in the years prior, cause I mean for the love of all that is holy, Eddie deserves a backstory)

Rating: Overall this is an explicit slow-ish burn, but each chapter will be labeled accordingly!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!OC (Robin's older sister)

A/N: I posted this a couple years ago on Wattpad, took it down because I was in a terrible place in my life. Of course, being the sadistic goblin that I am, here you go... that haunting year of my life actually spawned something beautiful. 21 chapters of TICK are already written out, ready to be revised & reborn. I am open to comments/suggestions/requests.

☾ TICK // 0.1 - prologue

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Robin sighed, rubbing her left temple and looking around the video store.

"Guys… my sister might know where Eddie is hiding."

Dustin raised an eyebrow as Max scoffed, hand on her hip.

"Since when do you have a sister?"

Exasperatedly, Robin grabbed one of the phones and handed it to Max. "Since forever,” the brunette explained with a grimace. “She graduated last year. But she won't help us if I call her. One of you better do it. She isn't… she's a very private person."

Drumming his fingers on the countertop, Dustin pressed Robin. "And why exactly do you think your sister knows where Eddie is?"

“Umm…” Robin’s voice reduced to a mumble as she coughed out the last bit: “he's her... ex… boyfriend?” 

Two pairs of young, wide eyes stared at her. “What?”

"They kinda used to date, or whatever. A couple years ago."

Max snatched the phone from her, annoyed with the wasted time. "Just give me her number. I doubt she's that bad, if she fell from the same tree as you."

Frantic, Robin's hands were in the air. "That's the thing! I swear she was actually raised by wolves or something." 

"Just dial, Robin!"

The phone rang three times as Robin and Dustin stared at Max in anticipation.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this… uh… Ms. Buckley?"

You hesitated, suddenly feeling feral and defensive, as an instant layer of sweat formed on your palm that was holding the phone.  

"Might be. This better be a damn good reason to bother me in the middle of a perfectly good Saturday."

Max felt a little intimidated by the tone in your voice. "Well, I was wondering if you had seen or heard from Eddie Munson recently?"

On the other end of the line, you snorted rudely at Max's question.

"Why? Does he want his virginity back?"

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hey i have a req for the penny verse!! if u want can u possibly do penny gets her period and like starts freaking out and only eddie’s home so he’s like “uh- i’ll go get some pads” if u want to ofc!!! i love ur writing <33

five months later and i was finally able to get to this one. sorry about the wait and i hope i did it just! this was also definitely influenced by me finally having seen Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret.

rockstar!eddie manip by the talented @themunsonator5000!

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫

(dad!rockstar!eddie munson x mom!reader) *but like you're not even in this*

summary: Your daughter gets her first period while you’re away and only Eddie is home. Somehow, she ends up comforting him.

warnings: lots of sentiment, brief (and i mean brief) mention of an oc side character death, angst, fluff, some hurt and whole lot of comforting. and of course mentions of periods.

𝗮/𝗻: 𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁, 𝗴𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂! more dad!eddie here.

Eddie let out a sigh as he collapsed back onto the couch, body nearly sinking into it.

  The house was finally quiet. He wasn’t sure if he liked that or not. Felt foreign to him, especially in the new house.

  He glanced around the living room, brown eyes lingering on a few empty boxes that had yet to be broken down from the move.

  It was a big change, moving from Hawkins to California and he was well aware there wasn’t a single member of his family that was feeling completely positive about the experience. He could tell you were trying to be, for his sake and for the kids, but leaving behind all your friends was difficult. Even Eddie was struggling, despite Jeff, Gareth and Anthony being close by.

  Corroded Coffin had picked up quite a bit of traction and a loyal fanbase that was stemming into a borderline crazed one. The demand for more performances and appearances was high. Eddie never thought they’d ever reach this level, had dreamed of it once but after he found out you were pregnant with Penny, he didn’t care for the dream anymore. He preferred his reality, his family.

  Then the kids got older and you always encouraged him to keep playing so they did, and it happened. It wasn’t instant, overnight, or even close in years but they’d finally reached the point where the members were rarely in Hawkins. It had been the source of a lot of tension in your relationship, the hardest thing the two of you had ever gone though. You hated that he wasn’t around much and so did Eddie, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Contracts had been signed and the ink had already dried.

  The fighting had been exhausting, at one point it felt as though the two of you lost each other and that had been terrifying. 

  And his kids—his babies. He was missing out on his babies growing up and it broke his fucking heart. Wayne appeared indifferent, but Eddie knew he cared and Penny was like you, always trying to seem okay and put together but she was hiding stuff from him—no scary secrets or rebellion, she was hiding her feelings.

  When you found out you were pregnant again, in the midst of all the fighting and distance, it had been the final straw for Eddie. He wasn’t about to let his family slip between his fingers. 

  The moment a show ended, and he didn’t have another the following day, he was rushing off stage to shower, throwing some inconspicuous clothes on to keep the invasive cameras from recognizing him, before he was on the next flight to Indiana. It didn’t matter if he only got to be there sporadically, he was there every. single. chance. he got.

  And when Maple was born during one of their concerts, Gareth was subbing in for lead vocals while he was holding your hand in the delivery room.

  It took time, love and a lot of nurturing but things got better. Then, you’d brought up moving to California. Most of Corroded Coffin’s appearances were based in the area which meant you and the kids would be closer to him, able to see him nearly every day if he wasn’t doing press or touring.

  You were extending the olive branch. 

  In truth, he hadn’t wanted to agree immediately, knew he’d be leaving Wayne behind (the old man said he wasn’t meant for city life, that he’d stay and have a place for his grandkids to visit and he couldn’t leave behind the women he loved, both of them now resting in the same cemetery), as well as your shared friends and the friends Penny and Wayne had made. It was a lot to leave. 

  In the end, you were willing to leave everything if it meant you’d never have to leave Eddie, never have to break your family. So, the boxes had been packed and labeled, goodbyes had been exchanged (Penny had cried when little Winnie, Megan and Margot Harrington, hadn’t wanted to let her go and Wayne had exchanged a heartfelt hug with his namesake, who was his favorite person to be around) and all your friends and family had been left waving goodbye to you from the rearview mirror.

  Yeah. Everyone was adjusting.

  Which led to today. Wayne had a field trip to the zoo, which he didn’t want to go on because of how new he was and his lack of friends. You’d been planning on taking the baby and going with him (the only way he’d agree to go) until Penny came down with something last night, complaining about not feeling good which meant you’d have to stay home with her. 

  If Eddie’s family was making sacrifices for him, then he was more than willing to make a sacrifice on behalf of Ari, his publicist, and canceled an interview he hadn’t even wanted to do in the first place. The guys were also happy to stay home, so it was a win. You took Wayne on his field trip, because Eddie couldn’t go anywhere without some dick with a camera following him around, and Eddie stayed home with Penny and Maple.

  Only, Penny locked herself away in her room and either Eddie was really out of practice or Maple just had a difficult time bonding with him because she would not stop wailing and shrieking. She had more teeth breaching her gums, and Eddie had tried everything he could to sooth her, everything he’d used with Penny and Wayne; frozen teething toys, massaged over the area of her gums, baby orajel, cuddles, she just fought him every time. 

  The only reason she’d gone down was because of how hard she’d been crying, little body shaking and trembling as she shrieked as loud as her little lungs would allow her to, tears streaming down her face and continuously pooling in her eyes. She’d worn herself out.

  Big moment of defeat for him, he’d felt guilty ever since he put her in her crib, wiping the wet trails from her face. Even in sleep, she didn’t look at peace.

  He could play to sold out arenas, had played a five hour concert in Madison Square fucking Garden, but he couldn’t sooth his baby, couldn’t take his son to the zoo and his oldest barely talked to him. 

  The life of a Rockstar.

  With a heavy sigh, Eddie reached to his side for the remote to the television. When his palm met the fabric of the cushions, he let out a more aggressive sigh, rising so he could take the couch apart in his search for that damn remote even though he knew it would somehow pop up in the most conspicuous place, though he’d last left it on that fucking cushion.

  He’d just lifted one large cushion when he heard a high pitched shriek.

  “MOM!”

  Penny.

  Eddie dropped the cushion as he ran upstairs towards her room. When he burst through the door, head whipping around, he still couldn’t find her. Then he noticed the light coming from under her bathroom door and rushed forward.

  “Penny?!” He called out, aggressively twisting the knob but it didn’t budge. He got desperate and shouldered the door, ready to break it down in an instant if she didn’t answer, “Penny, are you okay?!”

  “I need mom!” She called through the door.

  “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He kept trying the knob, eager to just yank it off and get to his little girl.

  Had she slipped and fallen? Thrown up? Should he call an ambulance–no, fuck that, they’d be too slow, he’d grab Penny and the baby and take her himself.

  “NO! I’m fine, I just–I need mom.” Penny sounded closer, and Eddie felt a little relieved to know she wasn’t injured. But why didn’t she want him?

  “I can help, sweet pea! Your tummy upset? I can make some soup! Or-or I can go get you what you need!”

  “The only thing I need is mom.” She was right on the other side of the door now. 

  Eddie sighed, forehead dropping against his side of the bathroom door in defeat. Of course she didn’t want to talk to him. “Well, mom isn’t here right now. So. I guess you're stuck with me.”

  Alright, maybe Eddie had been expecting her to take pity on him but she didn’t.

  The door remained closed and she stayed silent so with a heavy heart, Eddie settled against the wall opposite of the door. He’d be there for her when she decided to come out.

  It took about ten minutes before he heard the door unlock and it opened slowly, just her head poking out in his exact direction, as if she’d known he’d still be there. Her big brown eyes were vulnerable, eyebrows slightly furrowed–she was nervous.

  “I’m bleeding.” She said it so softly, it had Eddie scrambling up and towards her. She backed into the bathroom to allow him in, but when he looked her over, he didn’t see any injuries. She was just fidgeting, playing with her fingers. It was when she glanced up at him and then nervously to the toilet bowl that it clicked for him.

  Penny had her first period. 

  “Oh, shit.”

  “Dad!”

  “Sorry, sorry! I just–wow, uh, first…”

  “Period, dad. I got my period!” She rolled her eyes and Eddie just nodded, head moving like a bobble head.

  “I know! I know! Trust me, I know what a period is. I’m just–you caught me off guard, I mean your mom said–.” And then Eddie recalled exactly what you said, “Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

  Eddie ran from her bathroom, towards the master bedroom. Sure enough, a peak under one of your shared bathroom cabinets produced a box of pads, unopened. 

  “Yes.” He hissed, snatching it from its place before he ran back to her room. Penny hadn’t moved from her spot, eyes widening as he offered her the box and wiped the hair out of his face.

  “Here. Your mom got you these, she said–she uh, had a feeling you’d, you know, start soon.”

  Penny took the box from his hands, glancing down at them in wonder. 

  Eddie watched her, heart clenching for some reason he couldn’t quite explain. 

  “Pretty big moment, huh?” He broke the silence with a soft chuckle, clearing his rapidly tightening throat.

  It turned out to be the right thing to say, she angled her head up to beam at him. 

  “I can’t believe I got it, everyone else has it but I didn’t think I would!” 

  Penny was excited about it, you’d explained to him that she would be when she first got her period, because Eddie knew how much you hated yours (unless you thought you were pregnant–then it was suddenly your best friend who you missed dearly). It would be a big moment for her, a right of passage in girlhood or something. Or at least one that tampon and pad companies established. 

  “So it is a big moment,” Eddie reiterated, blinking hard.

  “Yeah, I–dad, are you crying?”

  Eddie kept blinking, shaking his head as his vision blurred and he sniffled, “No. Why would I be crying? I’m not crying, my little girl has a period. That’s it. Nothing to cry over.”

  “Dad…” She started before she placed the box on the tile and hugged his waist.

  That’s when Eddie actually started crying, bending over to wrap his arms around her shoulders. He held her like that for a few moments, pressing a few kisses to the top of her head.

  It seemed like she was trying to comfort him because she didn’t pull away, just let him hold her until eventually he realized she’d need to actually use one of those pads.

  “You know how to work those, right?” He asked, standing straight though his hands remained on her shoulders as her arms went back to her sides.

  “I know how to use them, dad, some of the girls at school showed me theirs.” She laughed out, “I still can’t believe I got it!”

  “Is that why you didn’t go to school?” He asked and she got quiet, shifting her weight and toeing the grout before she looked up at him, eyes clouded with guilt.

  “Shanti’s having a sleepover tonight and if I went to school, they’d know I’m not sick.” She admitted and Eddie frowned.

  “I was actually talking about cramps, but she didn't invite you?”

  Penny went back to avoiding his gaze and walked over to the bathroom wall, resting her back against it so she could slide to the floor and pull her knees to her chest. Eddie immediately joined her, one knee up and the other leg spread out. She was finally talking to him, he didn’t want it to end.

  “She invited me, but they’re just gonna talk about their periods and boys and stuff. And I didn’t have my period so I didn’t want to go.”

  “Oh, I see,” Eddie didn’t want to talk about the subject of boys and stuff, he’d put that off for years if he could. “You could go now, you’ve got your period.”

  “I don’t know,” she put her chin on the top of her knees, and Eddie stared at her, still so amazed at how much she looked like you. “I don’t know if they really like me. I’m trying really hard, but it doesn’t feel easy, doesn’t feel natural.”

  “I know how you feel,” he muttered and when she glared at him from the corner of his eyes for daring to try to relate to a girl in the sixth grade, he started rambling, “Sometimes, you know, you feel like you’ve got to try hard to get people to talk to you and sometimes you feel like they’re not happy with you so you try harder, and then you can’t tell if they like you or if they like how hard you’re trying or how desperate you are to be with them and wanting them to spend time with you or if you’re just annoying them. And they feel bad for you.”

  Eddie stared at the large mirror across from the pair, at his reflection and soaked in the truth of it all. He could relate to Penny a little too much.

  His head lulled to the side, catching her eyes as she watched him.

  “But she invited you, baby. If you ask me, I think they want to be your friends. Maybe it doesn’t feel natural because you’re scared to stop trying so hard.”

  She considered his statement, pursing her lips. 

  “Maybe you’re right. Can I even go? You’re not mad at me for lying?”

  Eddie huffed out a breathy laugh, hand reaching over to stroke over her curls, “About this? No. I’m just glad you told me. You can go if you want, okay?”

  She nodded, and Eddie withdrew his hands as she stretched her legs out, figuring the conversation was over. He felt a little better about their relationship–she hadn’t iced him out after all. 

  Penny moved onto her knees, ready to push herself up and Eddie was about to do the same thing when she got his attention. 

  “Uhm, daddy?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “I think the people you’re talking about moved from Hawkins over here because they want to be with you, too. All the time. You don’t have to try so hard, ‘cause we love you a lot. Maple’s just a big cry baby.”

  There was no way Eddie could deny the water at his lower lash line or the two large tears that trailed down his cheeks. “C’mere.”

  Penny wrapped her arms around his shoulders as Eddie hugged her to him tightly, eyes squeezing shut as the two ton weight that had been pressing on his heart was lifted by a little girl barely half his size.

  “I love you, daddy.” She whispered, squeezing him back. Ediie could feel something wet pressing against his neck and he realized she was crying, too. The last time he’d seen her cry was when they said goodbye to everyone in Hawkins. Eddie inhaled a shaky breath as he responded, a hand moving to cradle the back of her head.

  “I love you, too, baby. I love you all so much.” 

  They held each other until she pulled away, wiping at her face. 

  “I have to put on a pad, daddy.”

  “Oh, right. Yeah. I’ll give you some privacy.” Eddie pushed himself up, stretching his arms up and relishing in the sensation.

  “Can we watch The Wild Thornberrys after?”

  “Of course, baby.” That was the children’s show Flea always bragged about being on. Dude had so many movie roles, it was insane. 

  Eddie was about to leave the bathroom, doorknob in his hand to close it behind him when she stopped him again, “And daddy, if you want to spend time with me, you can always take me to the Spice Girls concert.”

  Eddie smirked, amused with the innocent act she was playing, eyelashes batting and making her eyes appear even wider.

  “I’ll think about it.”

  While Penny finished up, Eddie checked in on Maple–who was awake and waiting for him, pacifier in her mouth and little arms outstretched the moment he came into view.  His little mini-me (out of all of his kids, she looked the most like Eddie) cuddled up to him as soon as he picked her up, cheek resting on his shoulder.

  Then he went in search of the house phone so he could call Ari and get tickets for the next Spiceworld show.

(Penny ended up finding the remote for the TV on the arm of the loveseat where Eddie had not left it.)

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Masterlist

All works are 18+ minors and blank blogs will be blocked!!

Steddie:

The Pull - Steddie x Succubus!Reader masterlist (complete)

You’ve been alone for as long as you can remember, floating around for decades and moving from place to place, never letting anyone close. But that all changes when you decide to move to Hawkins Indiana. You were expecting a quiet life in a small town, but that all changed when you arrived and immediately sensed them.

All You Have To Do Is Ask - Steddie x Reader

Ever since your boyfriend Steve found out that you lost your virginity to your friend Eddie he can’t stop thinking about the two of you together, the fantasies of you and Eddie tangled together running through his mind on repeat. It starts off with just the two of you but when the fantasies start to evolve and Eddie is touching him too, he doesn’t know how much longer he can take it.

Steve Harrington:

American Idiot - King!Steve x GothFem!Reader

Steve Harrington had it all. Money, popularity, the perfect girlfriend. He had his whole life planned and laid out for him, and he accepted that. Working for his dad and marrying his collage sweetheart wouldn’t be so bad, right? That’s what he thought at least, until he got paired to do a project with you and you turned his world upside down.

Jones and Leia - Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

You agree to match Steve’s Indiana Jones costume, but it’s definitely not what he was expecting.

Opposites Attract Masterlist - y2k!Steve Harrington x MallGoth!Reader (ongoing)

This is a series of one shots/blurbs about Steve and his goth girlfriend in the early 00s. This AU is a collaboration with @reidsbtch you can find the masterlist for her y2k!Eddie x Girli!Reader Here.

Spider Lilly (part 1) - Steve Harrington x Goth!Fem!Reader

You can’t stand Steve Harrington, you didn’t like him in highschool during his “King Steve” days and you don’t like him now. But even though you deny it, even to yourself, there’s always been something about him that made your heart beat speed up. When you’re stuck closing with him one night at Family Video… things finally boil over. (Soulmate AU)

Eddie Munson:

See You Again - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Fem!OC

Your girlfriend surprises you with tickets to see your favorite band, Corroded Coffin for your birthday. You and her spent one magical night with the lead singer over a year ago before they made it big. Will he remember you? (He definitely will.)

Beer and Bunny’s - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie can’t seem to get himself to make a move on the new bartender at the hideout he has a crush on, but one night you decide to take matters into your own hands and he sees something that he just can’t resist.

Being Weird Is Cool Masterlist - SingleDad!Eddie x SingleMom!Reader (Ongoing)

When your late aunt leaves you her house in Hawkins you see it as a chance at fresh start and move there with your son. You didn’t expect to meet a caring metal head with kind eyes and his spitfire daughter. You didn’t expect to fall in love. You didn’t expect to find a family.

Cat and Mouse - Perv!Eddie x Perv!FemReader

Eddie thinks you are innocent and oblivious to all the pervy things he does behind your back, but what he doesn’t know is that you’re fully aware. Not only that, but you like it, and you just might be a bit of a perv yourself.

You’ll Never Be A Burden - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

When you can’t get out of bed, answer your phone, or shake the feeling of hopelessness your boyfriend is there to reassure you that he will always be there for you no matter what.

Best Mates - FuckBoy!Alpha!Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Omega!Reader

You’ve always been in love with your bestfriend, you never thought anything would ever come of it until you present as an omega and he spends your heat with you.

Licking his boots (blurb)

Halloween moodboard masterlist

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[glasvera]

Dungeons & DANG, Girl!

Eddie Munson x Fem!Goth!Reader

Description: You're visiting home from college and are having your best friend, Eddie, run a one-shot using a rather depraved and erotic adventure you came across. You roleplay one too many of your actions and it is having Effects™ on him.

Warnings: Smut (18+, Minors DNI), unprotected sex, oral (f and m receiving), swearing, no spoilers besides characters existing

A/N: Despite writing this as a reader insert I'll admit I very much had my own Stranger Things OC in mind while writing this. I hope she's still relatable enough and you still enjoy this!

Word Count: 5k

It all started as a joke. Seriously. You were coming back to Hawkins to visit the friends that hadn’t escaped it yet, and thought it would be hilarious to show the guys this D&D module someone had written in your group at college. It was something straight out of a prepubescent boy’s wet dream, so you were certain they’d get a kick out of it and you could collectively laugh at the utterly depraved horniness of it all. You’d sent a letter to Eddie Munson with a copy, and he’d already agreed to run it for you all as a one shot before you’d even left. Some people might shy away from such a thing, but you’d been one of the guys from the start and took part in all their weird conversations and rack oglings. Add a couple of beers and weed to the mix, and you were sure it was gonna be a good night.

You took your seat on the airplane, butterflies in your stomach with the anticipation of seeing them all again. You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit your particular excitement of seeing Munson again. Before graduating, you guys were inseparable and were known for getting into all sorts of trouble. You couldn’t get enough of him and his Hellfire club, but things were strictly platonic. I mean, getting involved with your best friend would just be weird, right? Not to mention the potential of absolutely ruining the perfect dynamic you had, the freak and the witch of Hawkins High. An essential part of the school’s ecosystem, truly.

That didn’t stop you from putting on your best fishnet tights, your old Hellfire shirt tucked into a black mini skirt, and the black leather jacket you’d studded and spiked out by hand. Your style had changed quite a bit since going to college and leaving the stifling confines of your parents’ house, and you fully intended to show it off upon your return.

Eddie had agreed to pick you up at the airport and basically be your chauffeur for the week. He stood there, tapping his foot impatiently and crossing his arms as he bit his knuckle. You guys had kept in touch through letters and the like, but it had been a year since he’d last seen you. His eyes scan back and forth across the arrivals area as soon as he knew your plane was landing. He was expecting to find you in your usual jeans and jacket and was keeping an eye out for that particular ensemble, so when you came down the stairs wearing black on black with more makeup than he’d ever seen you in within the past 6 years of knowing you, it’s no surprise he had to do a double-take.

“Eddie!” you exclaim gleefully as you pick up your pace.

“Y/N? Holy shit!!” he laughs as he looks you up and down before pulling you into a hug. “I knew good ol’ mom and dad kept you from dressing up much, but I never imagined you were hiding the daughter of Satan in there.”

You punch his arm playfully and he pretends to fall back, injured as you giggle. “Don’t worry, it’s still me under all this leather and lace.”

His gaze lingers for a moment on your choice of shirt and he smiles at you. “Alright, come on, Y/N. Hawkins welcomes the return of its witch queen,” he quips dramatically with a broad sweep of his hands and a wink. “And your chariot awaits!”

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Your friends were all pretty surprised by your new look, but none of them stared at you quite like Eddie did over the course of the day. Unbeknownst to you, he was taking full advantage of letting you walk in front of him as you stopped by all of your old haunting grounds. The way your skirt would ride up a bit as you strolled along was doing things to him that he’d normally rather not think about in regards to his best friend.

But I mean, damn. You were basically the best friend version of his dream girl before, and now? You looked like something straight out of a pin up. It wasn’t that he never found you attractive before, but it felt like he was finally seeing all of you, the real you, that wasn’t hidden behind grade school bullshit and societal expectations.

You’d all returned to his trailer late that night, beers in hand and character sheets laid out as you prepared for your ridiculously raunchy adventure. You were on a quest to retrieve the royal sex toys for a rather depraved black market fence.

“So, Phoebe Phatazz,” Eddie pauses with a snort after emphasizing your character’s name, unable to keep a straight face. “The guards have spotted you stealing the queen’s precious studded dildo. What do you do?”

Tension builds around the table as you scramble to react. “Shit, shit! Well I can’t fight them, my strength sucks-”

“Better hurry, Phoebe…” he teases as he leans towards you dramatically. “They’re getting closer…”

You’re not sure why, but your eyes dart around the room for an idea. Your gaze stops at your beer bottle on the table, contents mostly emptied. “Fuck it.” You grab the bottle, both hands wrapping around the bottom. “I take the dildo in both hands, stare directly at the guards,” you emphasize with a pointed look at Eddie, “and I…” you leave the sentence unfinished as you tilt the bottle back, tongue lapping languidly up the neck and swirling around the mouth as a few drops dribble out onto your chin before you wrap your lips around the bottle fully. You see your dungeon master’s Adam’s apple bob up and down as he gulps, eyes locked onto your lips and tongue.

You take the bottle out of your mouth with a pop and place it back down with a solid thud that makes Eddie jump. “While I do that, I’m gonna try to signal to the rest of the party to get the fuck out of there.” The other guys are laughing at the absurdity of it all; this was exactly the sort of thing you had intended to do and laugh at tonight, but Eddie remains still as if he was still processing what you’d just done. “Well, Munson?” you say with a smirk as you rest your chin in your hand, “does it work? Can I roll for it?”

“Oh it looks like it worked alright,” Gareth laughs. Eddie’s head snaps towards him with a squint of his eyes before regaining his composure and looking back at you, inhaling sharply. 

“You’d better make a damn good charisma roll, Y/L/N,” he warns with a raise of his eyebrows and tilt of his head.

You give him a cheeky grin and grab the d20. “Pass me another beer for good luck?” you ask Jeff and he nods, popping the cap off and passing it to you. You take a swig and give Eddie a wink before juggling the die in the palm of your hand and tossing it down onto the table.

“Ooh… a 14? Hmm… not sure if that’s gonna be enough, sweetheart,” he sighs with a shake of his head. The table erupts into a cacophony of groans and calls of “oh come on!!” Eddie chuckles and puts his hands up. “Alright, alright! In the spirit of this ‘adventure’,” he emphasizes with air quotes, “the guards show interest, and the rest of the party will be able to escape,” the guys at the table all sighed in relief, “but that doesn’t stop them from wanting to apprehend a criminal. One of them approaches you, sword in hand, and stares at you lecherously.” Oh boy, you did not have to imagine that part. As much as he tried to hide it, the lust in his eyes was apparent. “‘Halt, sinner and defiler!’ His voice booms and echoes off of the castle hallway’s stone walls. ‘Thou stealeth the majesty’s most valued possession! Thou shalt pay for thy crimes!’” he pauses for a second, looking to you for a response.

Your smile turns impish as you grab your empty prop bottle. You push off of your seat and land on your knees right in front of him as you look up at him through long lashes. “I kneel down in front of my oh-so strong and capable captors,” you coo as you punctuate each syllable with a tilt of your head back and forth, “and I hide the dildo behind my back,” you explain as you hold the bottle at the small of your back, “and ask them, ‘surely there’s another way we can figure this out?’”

Eddie’s eyes go dark at you kneeled in front of him. There was definitely a certain tension building between you that neither of you had expected at the start of the night. He coughs, clearing his throat as he glances across the table at the rest of the group. They’re all giving him knowing looks and chuckling at his disheveled state. “Come on, Munson! What are you going to do with her?” The direct insinuation of the two of you did not go over his head and he glares at Gareth who just throws his head back and starts laughing harder.

His nostrils flare as he directs his attention back to you. “Alright, Phatazz, what’s your plan here?” he gestures to the bottle she’s holding, “What are you trying to do with that?”

“Would a rather loud, messy face-fuck make enough noise for me to roll the dildo back to the rest of the party?” you ask him, rather nonchalantly, much to the amusement and boisterous laughter of everyone at the table. Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out another exasperated sigh both out of the absurdity of your request as well as the effect your rather vulgar language was having on him. He opens his eyes and looks down at you, giving you a “really?” look as he snickers at you. You return his look with a sideways cock of your head and the most innocent smile you could muster.

“Just roll dexterity, you fucking degenerate,” he finally says as the laughter continues.

You pop back up on your feet in an instant and grab the d20 again, planting a kiss on it before shaking it theatrically in your hands like a cheerleader would their pom poms on either side of your head. You’re not sure what’s gotten into you at this point, maybe it’s the beer or the weed helping you let loose, but you make sure to stand right next to Eddie as you bend over to throw it down on the table, jutting your ass out in your tight miniskirt. You can practically feel the way his eyes trace the bend of your back and the curve of your ass, and you’re almost too distracted by whatever the fuck this was to hear the cheers of your friends.

“NATURAL 20!!!!” they all exclaim, throwing their fists in the air and high-fiving each other. Munson snaps out of his daze to look down at the table and, lo and behold, a perfect 2-0 stood proudly upright where you’d tossed it onto the map he’d prepared. He was back in dungeon master mode in an instant as he threaded his fingers through his hair and grabbed the sides of his head, mouth agape as he leaned back on the couch. 

He throws his hands up in mock defeat and shakes his head. “You give the best head you’ve ever given in your life, and the guard is so into it he doesn’t notice the sparkle of the jewels in the moonlight as you roll your ever-so-valuable plunder back towards the rest of the party. I can’t believe that fucking worked,” he laughed.

The rest of the session went smoothly, aside from you remaining “distracted as a distraction” to ensure everyone else’s success, and you were all packing up your binders as you made jokes about what had happened and engaged in more jovial banter. You waved them all goodbye as they headed home, helping Eddie clean up the scattered cans and wrappers around the trailer.

You both were tidying up in relative silence, the tension between you building now that there was nothing and nobody else to distract you. Your hand brushed against his several times as you picked up, and the sparks you felt every time had your cheeks turning warm and pink. You steal glances at him here and there, admiring his arms and the way his fingers moved when he went to pick up a couple miniatures. You want to say you don’t know what’s gotten into you, but when you think of the history you share and now, with both of you being grown up and you recognizing just how damn hot he is…

“Y/L/N? Earth to Y/L/N?” He waves his hand in your face to pull you out of the stupor you didn’t realize you’d fallen into. You blink at him as you refocus and shake your head to clear your thoughts. “I said, I think we got everything. Thanks for the help,” he says as he plops back down on the couch and sinks into the cushions, throwing his hands behind his head. “You were right; that was a lot of really dumb, horny fun,” he admitted with a wide grin. He pats the spot next to him and you sit down, folding your knees up and leaning close to him. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, he pulls you towards him as you rest your head against his chest. This is far from the first time you two had cuddled like this, but there was an uncertain stiffness to it this time.

A quiet moment passes before Eddie clears his throat. “I, uh, I missed you, Y/L/N. It’s good to see you again,” he admits, his thumb brushing your shoulder affectionately.

“You too, Munson. I can’t stand this place, but nowhere feels right without you.” You freeze as you realize how he might take that. “That is- I mean, you and I… we uh,” you scramble to regain your composure as your face lights up crimson and you silently plead with the earth to open up and swallow you right then and there. You pull away from him and shut your eyes as he leans back and studies your face, a coy smile returning to his features. He brushes a strand of hair out of your face and cups your cheek in his hand, his many rings providing a cold, stark contrast to your red complexion. You open your eyes to see his face very close to yours, gaze fixed on your lips before tracing them with his thumb. You shivered slightly and sighed.

“I know you did all that teasing on purpose, Y/N…” he chides you with a deep chuckle. “And if we’re gonna be candid here, I’ve had a very hard time keeping my eyes off of you since you landed at the airport.” He reaches his other hand up, carding his fingers through your hair as he inches closer to you.

You bit your bottom lip and decided to shoot your shot. “Well, Eds,” you began, placing a hand on his thigh and spreading your fingers across the rough, black denim. He raises an eyebrow and looks at your hand before turning his head back to you. “In the spirit of this ‘adventure’, I think it’s only fair that we roleplay what happens to Phoebe. I think she deserves her happy ending, you know?” Eddie’s throat suddenly felt very dry as his deep brown eyes bored into your own. You throw your leg across his lap, straddling him as you place your hands on his chest. His hands fly to your hips, gripping them possessively as he inhales deeply.

“Are we really doing this?” he asks you as he toys with the hem of your skirt and traces your fishnets.

You laugh as you look down at him, stroking his face gently with the back of your hand. He turns his head briefly to kiss it, and your gaze softens. “I’m thinking we should have done this a lot sooner,” you admit.

The way his face lights up is a mental image you’ll treasure for a long time, and as you lean down to kiss him, you can’t help but sigh contentedly as he grabs the back of your head and devours your lips with his own like a man starved. You brace yourself on his chest with one hand and run the other through his glorious brown curls as you grind yourself down against him, earning a rumble from deep in his chest. His tongue swipes across your lips and you part them, tasting the cheap beer and weed and him as you tilt your head and deepen the kiss. He grabs your ass, earning a squeak from you that he can’t help but smile at as he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours, simply reveling in the feeling of you pressing down against him through the thin fabric of your panties. Your miniskirt was doing nothing to cover you as it had stretched up and around your waist when you straddled him, so he took full advantage to grope at the plush of your thighs and ass through your tights. You shuck your jacket off, letting it fall to the floor before Eddie untucked your shirt and helped you lift it over and off your head. He stops and stares at you, temporarily speechless.

“Fuck me, Y/N. You sure you’re not actually a witch? You’ve got me under some sort of spell alright,” he breathes, admiring you with a voice barely above a whisper. 

You giggle as his fingers ghost up your ribs before his hands come up to cup your breasts through your bra, sighing as he molds them like putty in his hands while kissing down from your neck to your chest. He places sloppy kisses along the edge of your bra, tracing his tongue just underneath the fabric and earning him a gasp from your pouty lips. “I-I thought we were supposed to be finishing Phoebe’s story here,” you teased halfheartedly.

“Mmm…” He shoves his face in the valley of your breasts while reaching around to undo the clasp of your bra. “I think I’m much more interested in Y/N’s story tonight.” With the soft whisper of fabric hitting the floor, his hands return to the newly exposed skin of your tits while claiming your lips with his. He rolls your nipples between his dexterous fingers as you moan into his mouth. Your hands travel along his arms and grip them tightly, relishing in the feeling of his biceps flexing beneath his shirt as he works his magic on you. But he was far too dressed for your liking.

“Shirt… hah… off… now…” you struggle to get out the words between kisses before he nods and leans back enough to let you pull his shirt off, only breaking the kiss to fully remove it and toss it on the couch. Your hands wasted no time exploring, running your nails down his chest and tracing his tattoos as he growled.

“As much as I’d love to take you right here, right now, perhaps a bed would be more befitting of my witch queen?” he chuckles.

You nod with a smile, absolutely love-drunk, “Bed sounds good.” As you stood up, taking his hands in your own, you couldn’t help but quip, “we can always do it again on the couch later.”

“You absolute minx,” he laughs as he kisses you again and again, slowly leading you back to his bedroom between makeout sessions. As soon as you get past the door he kicks it shut and flips you around, pressing you against it as he holds your wrists above your head in one hand and hikes one of your legs up with the other. He shoves his thigh between your legs and you moan, trying desperately to grind yourself down against it as he presses his body against you and attacks your neck, sucking and biting on a spot beneath your ear that makes you keen and your knees buckle. “So needy…” he teases and you can feel his damnable smirk against your skin.

“Eddie, please…” you whine, struggling against his hold in search of more friction.

He releases your wrists and you wrap your arms around his neck as he lifts both of your legs around him and carries you to the bed. He cradles your head as he lowers you down onto the mattress, his eyes staring into yours with such longing it makes your heart swell. He hovers over you for a moment like that, brushing your cheek with the pad of his thumb with the softest smile on his face you’ve ever seen. He laughs suddenly and it startles you.

“Sorry, sorry. I… I was just thinking about how stupid we both are,” he said with a shake of his head.

You quirk an eyebrow at him. “Speak for yourself, Munson. I’m in college,” you tease, and he scoffs at you and puts his hand on his chest as if you’d physically wounded him.

“Low blow, L/N!” he retorts and you laugh. “But seriously. This,” he gestures between the two of you, “has always been there, hasn’t it?” he asks, searching your face for the answer before you even speak up.

You blush at him and turn your head to the side, covering your face with your hands. “I was always afraid to ruin our friendship. You were,” you stop and correct yourself, “you are the most important person in my life. If I confessed to you and you didn’t feel the same way…” you trail off before Eddie pulls your hands away and grabs your chin, bringing you to face him.

“Do you have any idea how many times I tried to flirt with you? How many times I toyed with the idea of asking you out?” he asks you in an exasperated tone. 

You giggle up at him while he stares down with the biggest smile. “Oh my god, we are stupid.”

“Right?” he laughs as he rests on his elbows and holds your face between his hands. “I could have had you like this, this whole time. Loved you the way you deserved,” he finished, a tinge of pink now darkening his own features.

You reach up, brushing your fingers through his hair. “No time like the present?”

“Yeah, I think we can work with that,” he replies, leaning down to kiss you again.

You surprise him when you flip him over, reversing your positions so you straddled him once more. After looking up at you dressed in nothing but a skirt and fishnets, however, he accepts his fate and simply places his hands behind his head. You bend over, kissing his chest and traveling slowly lower while your fingers toy with his belt. You pause in your ministrations to look up into his hooded eyes. “For the record, I love you too, freak,” you smile with a wink.

He snarls playfully at you, “Oh, I’ll show you freak, my little witch.” Any further retort dies in his throat as you peel his tight jeans and underwear down, freeing his cock as you immediately run your tongue up and down the shaft. Repeating the motions you’d performed on the bottle earlier that night, you swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip while stroking your hands up and down. His eyes roll back into his head. “Fuck yes… I was right. Only the daughter of Satan could give head like this.” You swat at his thigh and he chuckles at his own joke before you take more of him in your mouth. He moans low and pushes your hair out of your face to better watch you work. Your cheeks hollow out as you suck him in deeper, whimpering at the feeling of his hand in your hair. He feels himself getting close far too quickly and sits up, pulling you off with a wet pop before bringing you back up to his face to crash his lips into yours. “Stand up for me, doll.”

You slide off the edge of the bed, confused but curious, before Eddie yanks your skirt, tights, and panties down and kneels in front of you in one fluid motion. Your clothing pooled at your ankles, you gasp as he dives between your legs and licks his tongue in a fat stripe up the length of your cunt. Your hands fly to his head as your legs tremble and he laps at your folds. He flicks at your clit and you moan the cutest moan he thinks he’s ever heard, and he can’t help the grin on his face. One of the hands that was gripping your hips snakes around before he parts your folds and inserts a finger into your now dripping pussy, focusing his tongue on making small circles around your clit as your mouth falls open into a permanent “o”. He curls his finger and you see stars, and you’re pretty sure you would have fallen over if not for him supporting you.

“Eddie! Fuck yes, right there!” you encourage him as you feel a knot building at the pit of your stomach. He adds a second finger and picks up his pace, and the moans are spilling out of your mouth as you shout his praise.

“Go on, cum for me,” he groans into your folds and the order as well as the vibrations send you over the edge, vocally alerting the entire trailer park to your activities. Eddie sits back and admires his handiwork, slowly pumping his fingers as you come down from your high. He pulls them out as he proceeds to clean them off with his tongue, holding eye contact with you the whole time. You didn’t think he could get any hotter, but you were practically dripping again already.

“I need you inside me, right now,” you demand as you flop onto the bed and pull him on top of you.

“As my witch queen commands!” he teases as he lines himself up with your entrance. He slowly sinks his length into you, watching your expression as you stretch to accommodate him. “Fuck me, you’re beautiful,” he whispers in awe as your eyes meet his. You wrap your legs around him and pull him the rest of the way in and he shudders, relishing in the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him. He slowly pumps into you, bending over to kiss whatever exposed skin he can reach. Your back arches up at a particularly deep thrust and he captures one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it as you cursed and held his head in place. His thrusts quicken and he leans back, lifting your hips slightly. At this new angle you become a writhing mess, the sounds coming from your mouth reduced to nothing but expletives and his name. The bed creaks beneath the strain of your activities as your moans get louder and louder, drawing closer to your second orgasm. Feeling the flutter of your walls clamping around his cock, Eddie splays his palm across your stomach as he uses his thumb to circle your clit. You cry out, nails digging into the muscle of his arms. “You feel so good, baby. You’re doing so well for me.”

You keen at his praise and reach your arms up to his neck, pulling him down to kiss him feverishly as he growls into your mouth and moans low and deep. Your hands hold his head in place as he shoves his tongue into your mouth and pistons in and out of you even faster, his breath faltering as he chases his release. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, continuing to thumb your clit as you practically scream into the kiss, tossing your head back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You feel your second orgasm quickly approaching as he attacks your neck, marking it for all the world to see. His breath, hot on your neck, does you in as he whispers sweet nothings and encouragement into your ear, and you cry out his name as his thrusts grow even more erratic before he spills into you, panting and groaning out your name. He stills, realizing what he’s just done, and you chuckle. “Don’t worry about it, I’m on the pill.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and looks down at you, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead and abs. “Fuck, Y/N,” he laughs, “I hope you know we’re doing this again and again before you go back home.” He peppers kisses all over your face and you giggle as he pulls away and smiles softly.

“I’ll hold you to that, Munson,” you punctuate with a tap of your finger on the tip of his nose. He scrunches it up and gives you a toothy grin before sliding out of you and rolling off to lie next to you, still slightly out of breath. You lace your fingers through his and turn to face him, watching the way his chest rises and falls with his breathing before curling up to him, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“I fucking love you, Y/N,” he proclaims as he wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer. “Fuck, it feels good to say that,” he sighs as he kisses your forehead.

You can’t help but smile at the emotion behind his voice. “I love you too, Eds.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 #fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things smut #glasvera writes #glasvera ridiculously pines over fictional character no 345

[atinylittlepain]

Grocery Store Blues - Chapter 1

Eddie Munson x f!reader/f!oc

He falls for the pretty girl with the pretty daughter in the cereal aisle.

or

Two tired hearts share a few bowls of Lucky Charms.

warnings | 18+ eventual smut, angst, the fluffiest of fluff, single young mom dynamic

How is it only Wednesday? It’s the middle of the week, but she feels like she’s been slogging through it for at least a month. She goes to class, she works, she goes and gets nasty looks when she’s late to daycare pick up, day in and day out. She knows there must be an end to this crawling time, but right now, pushing her grocery cart down the cereal aisle, the odds are looking dim. 

Her girl felt warm to the touch when she picked her up this afternoon, too warm, and squirmy. Probably some sort of cold getting passed around on tiny hands and drippy noses. She’s droopy in the little seat in the cart, folding over in her puffy pink coat, cheeks a similar rosy hue. She’s feeling good enough to perk up when they near the technicolor boxes of sugary  cereal, making grabby hands at the Lucky Charms. 

She watches her daughter for a moment, a hiccup in time of pure loveliness, only snapping out of it when someone clears their throat.

“Excuse me, sorry.” A young man is trying to slip by her, she only now realizes she’s stopped in the middle of the aisle. He’s a blur of wild, long hair, and black denim, she hears the squeak of his sneakers. “Oh my god, sorry about that, just totally out of it for a second there.” He smiles at her as he turns around, leaning his hip on the end of her cart.

“No worries. I’m a big fan of Lucky Charms myself.” He nods to her girl, still looking enrapt at the animated Leprechaun on the front of the box.

“Oh jeez. I don’t usually let her have that, basically candy for breakfast. Wouldn’t bring me any wins in the mom Olympics.” She winces hard at her lame attempt at a joke. He just smiles wider. “Well you can’t be doing too bad, seeing how cute your little girl is. I’d give you a gold medal for sure.” Her daughter has shifted her attention to this stranger now, trying to twist back in her seat to get a better look at him. He waves at her, mouthing “hey, sweetheart.”

Even if he is a stranger, she beams at his kind words, that rolling pride for her daughter buoying her. But just as quick, she drops back into reality, the reality that she probably couldn’t even buy the cereal if she wanted to, considering it’s the end of the month and she’s giving her wallet a herculean stretch already.

She clears her throat, “sorry again for being in the way, total mom brain of me.” He tilts his head at her, furrowing his brow a bit, “no apologies needed, made up for it by letting me meet this little lady.” He wiggles his eyebrows at her contorting daughter and gets a high pitched giggle out of her, before turning his attention back to her, “have a good night.”

“You too,” she watches his back as he keeps on down the aisle before quickly averting her gaze to the shelves, not totally understanding why she feels so flustered. 

By the time she gets to the checkout lane, she’s got a massive headache. Her girl has dissolved into tears, and feels even warmer than when she first picked her up. As the cashier starts ringing her up, it turns into the worst kind of puzzle. How many things can she buy without leaving her wallet empty. She has to put several things back and can hear the older woman in line behind her pointedly clearing her throat. Just at that moment, her daughter starts to wail, she thinks she might start too. 

After that trial by embarrassment, it’s all she can do to get out to her car. She hoists her girl out of the shopping cart, keeping her on her hip while she loads the grocery bags into the trunk. Her daughter presses her soppy face into her neck, and she murmurs comfort into the top of her head.

“I know, pops. We’re going home. We’ll get you all cleaned up, lovely. Get some food and medicine in you. It’s ok, baby, please don’t cry.” She’s struggling with her squirrely girl and the bags, and ends up dropping one. She curses silently, trying to bend at the waist with a toddler clinging to her like a wet blanket. A pair of familiar sneakers comes into view.

“Here, let me help you with that.” It’s the man from the cereal aisle. He bends down, gathering up the bag and the last few in her cart, tucking them into her trunk. He’s holding onto two bags of his own, but holds the one out to her, she can see in it some of the items she had put back.

For a moment, she feels panic rise in her throat. He saw that, oh god, so much for that gold medal. But then she looks at his face, and his brown eyes are so soft they quiet that rising fear.

“I know what it’s like, doing the end of the month cash register dance. I hope this is ok.” She’s still frozen in place, so he smiles, and places the bag in her trunk with the rest of her groceries.

“I’m Eddie, by the way, forgot to mention that earlier.” She finally picks her jaw up off the ground, holding out her hand for him to shake, telling him her name. She tries to coax her daughter’s face out of her neck, but to no avail.

“And this quiet little thing is Poppy. She’s usually not so shy, just not feeling her best at the moment.” She has no clue why she feels the need to tell him that, but again, he meets it with a smile. 

“It’s real nice to meet you. You usually come to the grocery on Wednesday nights?” She looks at him, a bit confused. He laughs, “well, it’s just, I don’t usually shop on Wednesdays, just had to pick some stuff up, you know? But, I might have to change my schedule around if it means running into you two ladies more often.” That drags a giggle out of her that she’s downright embarrassed by, but he grins big at it.

“Um, well, yeah. I guess we do usually come Wednesday nights.” He nods at this, a newly shy smile on his face, “maybe I’ll see you next Wednesday then.”

“Maybe you will.”

“Alright.”

“Alright.”

They both laugh a little, and just then a car honks somewhere in the parking lot, pulling them out of whatever world they were both just in.

He nods at her one more time before walking off. She lets out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding onto.

When she gets home that night, daughter curled up on the couch as she puts away the groceries, she sees that Eddie included something in that bag that she hadn’t put back. There’s a box of Lucky Charms, and on it in black sharpie, a phone number and a note.

To the prettiest lady I’ve ever seen in a grocery store (and her equally pretty girl),

It’s not a gold medal, but I think these are better. 

Call me, I’ll bring the milk.

Eddie

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Haunted by you | Eddie Munson

Summary | Eddie Munson's ghost is haunting the house recently occupied by Daisy Morgan. Having been deceased for years, Eddie becomes visible only to her. As she adjusts to sharing her living space with an otherworldly presence, their relationship develops into a compelling yet forbidden romance between the living and the dead. But, how could that ever truly work?

Pairing | Eddie Munson x OC

Warnings/Tags | 18+ only, Strained parent relationships with significant focus on maternal issues, Themes of feeling unwanted and abandoned are central, Cheating -though not involving Eddie Munson or the main character, alcohol and drug use, Profanity, Sexual content, and Mental health themes.

Fic Notes | This fic is set after the events of Stranger Things season 4. Seven years have passed, and everyone has moved forward since the defeat of Vecna and the closure of The Upside Down. This story won't revolve around Vecna or The Upside Down. While there might be occasional appearances by other Stranger Things characters, the narrative centers on normal life, void of supernatural plots except for Eddie's ghostly presence.

I don't have a fixed posting schedule, but I'll aim for weekly updates. I might post more frequently, but I'm keeping the dates flexible for my mental well-being. Rest assured, I won't leave this fic unfinished.

Word count | 4k

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August 1993

Embedded within our very DNA is the innate longing for maternal love and acceptance. When that love is withheld over time, our minds adapt, convincing us that we can do without it. However, a persistent yearning for that inherent love remains, a constant reminder of the void that's meant to be filled.

Even in death, Daisy’s mother couldn't find it within herself to love her daughter.  Grace’s final moments weren't filled with apologies or declarations of affection for Daisy; instead, there was only a will assigning property to her. 

With a chuckle, Daisy twirls the keys around her finger, amused by Grace's belief that a house could mend the chasm in her heart.  It’s a testament to how detached she was from what love between a mother and child should be.

For the past six months, Daisy has been stuck in limbo, her presence tethered to this seemingly senseless house following her mother’s passing. Today, at long last, she clasps the keys in her hand—a significant stride towards ending this dreadful chapter of her life. Whether driven by resentment or anger, Daisy raises her middle finger to the sky, smiling with satisfaction as she bids farewell to Grace. 

In the parking lot, a few passersby cast concerned glances her way as Daisy releases a breath. It's not just any breath; it's a sigh that unburdens her from a lifetime of pain. The ache will persist, but it no longer shackles her to Grace; now, her mother can only haunt her dreams. And she will take that as a win. 

A huge smile is plastered on her face as she walks to her car and calls her realtor. The line rings twice before she hears his eager voice on the other end. 

"Hello, Ms. Morgan."

"Walter, it's all set. You can move forward with putting up the for-sale sign. I'll send over the necessary paperwork soon. ” Daisy says. 

"Absolutely, ma'am. Sounds great.”

“Oh, I’ve also turned on the electricity under my name while we work on getting it sold.”

“Wonderful. I'll arrange an open house for next weekend." 

This house holds no appeal for her; it seems Grace hoped to tether herself to Daisy through the property. The faster it’s sold then the faster she can move on with her life. 

"Thank you, and please, call me Daisy."

"Certainly," he replies apologetically. 

She gives him a kind smile, almost as if he could perceive it through the phone, and says goodbye.

Music blares as Daisy speeds out of the lawyer's parking lot. Her sunglasses shield her eyes from the summer sun, her brown hair wiping in the wind, and her engagement ring glimmers brilliantly as her hand tightens on the steering wheel.

Things are finally looking up.

She planned to stop by the bridal store and try on her dress for the last fitting, but she could do that tomorrow. She just wants to relax at home with Nick and watch Pretty Woman. Maybe even recreate the bath scene, singing Prince while drowning in bubbles. That’s a perfect night.  

*

The apartment's lights are on even though her fiancé isn't due back until seven. 

"Nick?" Daisy's voice echoes through the apartment as she opens the fridge, her mind set on preparing dinner. A craving for pasta, rigatoni specifically, with grilled chicken, mushrooms, and onions fills her thoughts, her stomach voicing its approval with a rumble. Unfortunately,  they are completely out of chicken and pasta. Wonderful, just wonderful. 

Luckily, their apartment lies within walking distance of one of Nick's favorite Chinese restaurants. The prospect of takeout lifts Daisy's spirits as she heads to their bedroom to ask Nick if he wants his usual Kung Pao chicken. 

The sound of the shower greets her before she enters the room. 

"Nic—" Her words halt as her gaze falls upon the disheveled bed.

What in the world? The comforter hangs askew and pillows litter the floor in disarray. It’s an absolute mess and she could have sworn she made the bed this morning like she always does. 

Before she can call Nick's name once more, noises emanate from the bathroom. Daisy cautiously pushes the bathroom door open. The sight before her is surreal: Nick and his coworker Mia are in the shower together. His hand rests on her thigh, the same hand that's wiped away Daisy's tears. His lips pressed against her neck, the same lips that proposed to Daisy. Mia's moans fill the air, reminiscent of the sounds Daisy herself has made. Her mouth goes sour at the sight.

Daisy remains rooted in place as if observing the scene from outside her body. 

This can’t be happening. 

Time slows as Nick becomes aware of her presence, the shower door flinging open, Mia futilely reaching for a towel, and Daisy retreating.

Nick's voice calls after her as she assembles a small bag. She can't answer, gripped by a numbing shock. The room's movements feel surreal, and Daisy navigates it like a phantom, a silent specter swallowed by her own detachment.

Pushing the front door open, the summer air snaps her back to reality as she approaches her car. Nick's voice recedes as she leaves him standing, towel wrapped around his waist and their shared future at his feet, symbolized by a single apartment key.  

“Daisy!”

Betrayal is no stranger to Daisy, but it doesn't blunt the pain of misplaced trust. A sense of foolishness washes over her, as Nick held the secrets of her past, her vulnerabilities, her fears. Tonight he reinforced her sense of being an unwanted burden.

It’s too much to bear. She has to get the hell out of here. 

*

Hawkins lies eighty miles from Indianapolis. Unintentionally, Daisy found herself heading north on Interstate 65, steering aimlessly while her thoughts were lost on autopilot. At some point during the drive, Daisy stopped for gas and picked up McDonald’s despite lacking any appetite. She mechanically consumed it, then pulled over on the highway only to throw it all up. All of this occurred while she was in a haze, unable to recall the process. She moved through these actions like a mere shell of herself. Reaching a new city without a memory of the journey ignited a surge of panic within her. 

Daisy wasn’t just in Hawkins, Indiana; she found herself parked outside her mother’s house, now her very own. Mixed emotions surged within her as her hands tightened around the steering wheel, her focus unwavering on the imposing iron gate adorned with the “Morgan” insignia.

She will never admit that she'd memorized the route to her mother's house. A house she never intended to visit. It was always decided after the accident that she would never contact Grace again, but it gave Daisy a sense of control knowing where her mother was and not doing a damn thing about it.

Until now. 

She would have driven to Sloan's place, relying on her childhood best friend's kindness to give her a place to stay while she figured out what to do next. Sloan had always been there, a constant pillar of support. But, tonight was not the night to ask for support. Sloan happened to be attending a significant work event with her girlfriend, Robin at her side. Months ahead of time, she had planned a stay at a luxurious hotel for this very evening. Even on a subconscious level, Daisy understood that intruding upon their special night wasn’t an option, even when her own life was unraveling at the seams.

Left with no other options, Daisy finds herself in an unexpected predicament—having to accept help from her mother, the last thing she ever wanted. Daisy understands her mother's presumed satisfaction in the afterlife, and it's a painful realization. Even though the house was hers, the idea of depending on Grace’s help for her own well-being bothered her, making her upset. She was meant to sell the home and ever step foot on the property.

It felt like her mother had won, even though the game ended when Grace died. But Daisy reminded herself that the stay isn't indefinite; it's just a temporary solution until she figures out her next step. 

Her hand trembles as she inputs 0527 on the keypad. Time seems to freeze for a moment, and Daisy holds her breath. The tension snaps as the gate loudly creaks open, breaking the silence.

The driveway stretches, winding its way around towering trees and clusters of flowering bushes. Daisy remembers the land from before the house was built—a trailer park with families that got wiped out by a natural disaster in ‘86. Grace saw the chance, bought the land, and replaced the trailers with a mansion. The families from the Forest Hills were paid to leave, a deal they took because their homes were falling apart. They didn't have many options and didn't want to end up homeless. Most of them did not have insurance to take care of their homes and Grace paid more than they could ever offer. 

One person with too much money took over a place that used to be home to many families. Instead of helping them rebuild, Grace paid them to go away. Daisy wonders about those families and the kids who used to play here; their laughter once echoed between the trees and now it’s silent. Hopefully, they managed to reconstruct their lives using the resources she provided.

As the sun set, its light bathed the house, creating a gentle radiance along its edges. The home stands on a grand scale, boasting windows that envelop both the lower and upper levels. Despite only being built seven years ago, Grace held a deep appreciation for history and it shows in the architecture. The Victorian-style home was crafted in a manner that exudes the aura of centuries past.

The focal point, the entryway, is crowned with two grand wooden front doors, standing tall and imposing, their well-worn elegance inviting all who visit. Ironically, Daisy can only assume that visitors to the house were few and far between during Grace's time.

Effortlessly, the key slipped into the lock, and upon entering, Daisy’s bag dropped onto the wooden floors, the sound reverberating through the expansive, vacant house. 

"Hello?" Daisy's voice echoed through the space, although she knew well that no one would answer.

Still, she waited for a reply that never came—only the structural creaks and the soft hum of air circulating through the vents persisted. It was eerie, but at least she was not on the streets and the house itself was undeniably beautiful and fully furnished. Daisy had to admit that Grace possessed a talent for home decor. An artist at heart, Grace's creative vision shone through, not just in her painted canvases but also in the ambiance of her house.

Daisy admired the exquisite crown moldings that decorate the ceilings, intricate panels adorn the walls, and ornate chandeliers cast a warm, gentle glow. It was inviting even if she didn’t feel welcome. 

Stained glass windows, with their kaleidoscope of hues, scatter fragments of sunset light. The grand staircase, an artful masterpiece that anchors the foyer, leads to the upper floor, its handcrafted banisters a tangible testament to the commitment to the minutiae.

All of it was stunning. It’s hard to believe that Grace was living in this while Daisy endured nights on a couch, lacking a proper bedroom, in a family that seemed indifferent to her presence.

She debated unpacking her bag but was overwhelmed by the day's events. She wanted to take the edge off, to forget. She figured Grace might have left some wine in the kitchen. Grace was rarely without alcohol nearby.

The kitchen was pristine. The house staff, paid ahead of time, had maintained the house and yard even after her death. They hoped to impress a new owner. Daisy wondered what they'd think when they saw the for sale sign at the end of the weekend. She couldn't worry about that now; it might push her over the edge with all that’s on her mind.

Daisy tossed half-empty wine bottles into the trash and found a corked bottle on the rack. She wiped the dust off a Pinot Noir named Goldeneye.

Never heard of it, but it’ll do. 

 “Aha,” Daisy muttered with satisfaction as the cork popped.

Holding the bottle, she walked to the living room. Taking a hefty sip, she hoped the wine would numb her. The smoky black cherry flavor lingered on her tongue. The house was quiet. Daisy kicked off her shoes, drank some more, and collapsed onto the couch.

"Fuck," Daisy muttered, looking around at her situation. Emotions surged, and she used the wine to drown them.

“Fuck!” She shouts into the emptiness, fighting tears.

Amidst denial and disbelief, laughter bubbled up, an unexpected reaction to her turmoil. Could this really be happening? Maybe it was a terrible nightmare, and she'd wake up soon. She gulped down more wine, trying to steady herself. She pinched her arm, in a desperate attempt to wake up, but the pain was real. She choked back a sob with alcohol.

No, Daisy told herself, forcing herself off the couch. Sulking wasn't the solution. What did she need now? Besides wine, music. Daisy searches the living room and it doesn’t take long for her eyes to spot the record player sitting pretty on the oak table behind the couch. The vinyls are displayed perfectly on a shelf. Daisy’s fingers brush the stack until she comes across Tell Mama by Etta James. 

With steady hands, Daisy placed the needle down in the record, and the resulting music gently cradled her frayed nerves. She’s thankful she paid to have the electricity turned on or she would have been sitting in the dark. 

For the first time in hours, a smile graced her lips as she raised the half-empty bottle, playfully spinning around the room.

“Sing it, Etta,” 

The house came alive with echoes of the music. It felt different, there was a shift in the air. 

But a sudden whiff of smoke caught her attention, and she slowed down. She frowned, puzzled.

Was that the smell of cigarettes?

It couldn't be. Chalking it up to the wine's effect, Daisy walked to the window and opened it, welcoming a draft of fresh air. She was beginning to feel hot and that was a sign that she’s had too much too quickly.  

Examining the bottle in her hand, she was met with a shocking sight that widened her eyes—within its brown-tinted glass, a man leaned against the wall, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips. 

The sight paralyzed her momentarily, her scream of terror overpowering the music before the bottle crashed to the floor.

Dizziness engulfs the room, and she clings to the couch for stability. Her gaze shifts to the spilled wine staining the wooden floor, and then swiftly looks up to find the man. 

But, he's gone.

"Who's there?!" Daisy's voice trembles as she retreats toward the kitchen, tripping over her own feet in her haste.

The music persists, accompanied by the lingering scent of smoke. Daisy snatches the phone off the hook, her fingers fumbling with the buttons as she struggles to dial 911.

"Get out now! I'm calling the police!" Daisy's voice wavers as she shouts, her unease palpable.

As she waits for the line to ring, Daisy stretches the phone cord to its limit as she reaches for a kitchen knife.

There is no ringing. The line is dead.

Daisy's heart sinks, and her face slumps as she presses the numbers again in frustration. 

No. She forgot to set up a new landline under her name.

“No!” Daisy's exclamation filled the room. 

A voice emerged from behind Daisy, “You can see me?”

Daisy spun around, stumbling backward. The same man stood over her with a confused look—a figure both captivating and haunting.

He was taller than Daisy, lean and lanky in build. His dark, tousled curly hair framed his face, the locks falling gracefully over his forehead and partially obscuring his eyes. Those deep brown eyes gazed down at Daisy with curiosity.

“Get back!” Her knife trembled as it rose toward him. “Get out of my house!”

His lips curled up as he leaned down, his face mere inches from the knife's tip. His gaze shifted from the knife to Daisy's widened eyes. 

“You’re in my house, sweetheart.”

Without hesitation, Daisy thrust the knife into his neck.

A gasp escapes her lips as she realizes what she had just done.

But there is no blood, no cry of pain from him. The knife left no mark.

The man straightened, appearing unaffected and unperturbed. His fingers brush over his neck, and he examined them. A laugh erupted from him as he confirmed his lack of harm. The sound of his laughter startles Daisy. She struggles to comprehend how the knife had passed through him as if he were air. 

“Impressive, but you have to try harder than that,” He remarked.

Daisy recoiled, her veins flooded with an icy rush, as he moved through her and vanished.

Through her... he had walked through her as if he were the wind rustling the leaves in the trees.

What the actual fuck is going on? 

Gasping for air, Daisy struggles to catch her breath, her attempt to regain composure falling short. Her chest feels constricted, as though it might collapse under the weight of her racing heart, while her head continues to spin with disorientation.

This is it. She’s going to die.

In the same house as Grace? Hell no. The thought of that alone has Daisy scrambling to her feet. 

Her eyes dart around, and he is nowhere to be found. A surge of adrenaline has her running to the front door. There is a phone in her car. She just needs to make it there and call 911. I’ve got this, she thought. 

Daisy didn’t turn around once she made it out the door. She’s seen too many scary movies and they never survive when they slow down to check their back. 

She closes the car door with a strong thud, locking it forcefully. Her phone is in the glove compartment, rarely used. It’s a new addition, and she isn't entirely used to having a phone on the go.

With shaky fingers, she dials 911. The operator's voice on the other end is a lifeline, reassuring and guiding her. The calm instructions provided a semblance of order amidst the panic that threatened to engulf her.

Dispatch is en route to her location and that helped Daisy breathe a little easier. Following the operator's directions, Daisy remained in the safety of her car. 

She settled into the driver's seat, eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of the intruder who had shattered her sense of security while she waited for the police to arrive. The absence of the man did little to quell her unease; if anything, the tension remained palpable, coiled within her like a tightly wound spring.

Time seemed to stretch as she waited, every passing second laden with apprehension.

The flashing lights of the approaching police vehicles pierced the darkness, casting an eerie glow on the scene. Relief mingled with lingering fear as Daisy watched the law enforcement officers spring into action. Even though the immediate threat might have dissipated, the aftershocks of the intrusion still reverberated through her, leaving her on edge.

As the officers began their investigation, Daisy recounted the harrowing encounter, her voice shaky but resolute. She cooperated with their questioning, hoping that their presence would help dispel the lingering shadows that had taken hold of her mind.

However, the man who had broken into her home remained elusive. Even though the immediate danger had passed, Daisy couldn't shake off the feeling that she was being watched, which kept her on edge.

As the investigation reached its conclusion, Daisy's version of events started to unravel. No signs of forced entry, no trace of an intruder—her story seemed to be falling apart.

Doubt crept in, exacerbated by the officers' questioning of her sobriety due to the spilled wine and the discarded bottles. Frustration surged within her. They didn’t believe her. Of course they didn’t. 

Internally, Daisy wrestled with the wild scenarios her mind had conjured in the heat of panic, like the memory of stabbing the man who simply walked away unharmed and how he disappeared in thin air. She kept these details to herself, focusing on the central truth: she had indeed seen a man, an intruder.

“Perhaps the alcohol took its toll and played tricks on your perception. We've all been there before, Ma’am. It's understandable,” the officer offered, his tone laced with a well-intentioned reassurance.

“No, that's not what happened!” Daisy's frustration surged forth. Her voice held a mixture of anger and determination. “I had maybe half a bottle. I’m not intoxicated. I saw a man, and he was in my house.”

A glance exchanged between the officers told Daisy all that she needed to know, and now her patience is wearing thin.

This day had tested her resilience. Her emotions teetered on the edge of tears, a precipice she was desperate to avoid.

Hold it together, Daisy. Tears will only add to their assumption that you’re insane. 

“We're here to help, Ms. Morgan. Let us accompany you inside,” The officer suggested kindly. “It's getting late and about to rain.”

Walking back inside, Daisy's thoughts were a whirlwind of disbelief and vulnerability. As she stepped in, the house no longer felt safe. The officers' presence was comforting, yet it couldn't hide the truth: Her space had been invaded, not just by a stranger but also by doubts that made her question her reality.

“We've checked your home thoroughly. There is no one here. I can promise you that. Now, If you come across anything else suspicious or unusual then give me a call. Here is my card.”

The officer hands over the card, offering well wishes for the evening, then heads towards their car and drives away.

Daisy lingers in the doorway as rain begins to fall. She wonders if she’s losing her sanity—could she have imagined everything? Doubt sneaks into her thoughts like an unwelcome intruder, picking at her beliefs. Yet, the uncomfortable sensation in her gut persists, a reminder that things aren’t right. Her emotions converge, forming a bubble of anger in her chest. She’s tired of looking like a fool. 

With a forceful slam, the door shuts behind Daisy as she enters the living room, her steps heavy and furious. She scans the room, finding it empty and shrouded in silence. The music has stopped, leaving only the wine stains as the only reminder. She scowls, her eyes fixed on the red-stained wood.

“Where are you?” Daisy’s voice reverberates through the room in a shout.

No response.

“Show yourself! I know you’re here.”

Silence. Total silence. Daisy’s face glistens with dampness, and she wipes her cheeks with the back of her hand. The tears, once contained, now break free like a dam bursting open.

Daisy pulls out her cell phone, her vision blurred by tears and sobs catching in her throat. With shaky fingers, she dials ten digits, and amidst the ringing, she eases down the wall, finding herself on the floor. Even though she doesn’t expect an answer, hearing Sloan’s voicemail gives her a small sense of comfort.

“Yeah, you reached Sloan. Leave a message and maybe I’ll get back to you.”

A loud beep sounds, and Daisy takes a moment to collect herself. “Sloan,” her voice quivers, “I need you. Please call me back when you can.” 

Daisy draws her knees close to her chest, enveloping them with her arms as she lowers her head. This, she acknowledges, is her lowest point. Here it is, the culmination of losing her fiancé and her sanity, all within a single night. 

Daisy’s attention is grabbed by a heavy sigh, causing her to look up. Everything in her freezes. There he sits, on the counter’s edge opposite her, absently twisting the ring on his finger. 

“You know, there’s something about a girl crying,” he murmurs, drawing a breath before slapping a hand over his chest, “It just tears me up.” 

Though his words carry a genuine tone, his eyes hold an elusive expression she can’t quite place. Daisy remains frozen, her gaze locked on him.

Their eyes meet, and he speaks softly, “You’re killing me, Daisy. And I’m already dead.”

Chapter two coming soon

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His Best Girl

Eddie Munson x Latina! OC

AN: Hi. So this lil blurb is very personal to me and my own experiences (and a few of those of loved ones) as the daughter of a latina immigrant. This is heavily based on Your Best American Girl by Mitski. Also I'm sorry for making Steve an ass at the beginning, I just think pre-upside down and Nancy, he was a bit misguided. And to all my immigrant daughters out there: please know that you are not out of place or just pieces and not a whole. You are a human with multiple facets and pieces and parts to make up something amazing. Anyways, like and reblog if you enjoy as per usual. Love y'all ❤️

CW: Xenophobia, stereotypes, internalized xenophobia and anti-latinidad, pressure of fitting in, strenuous relationship with mother, toxic motherly relationship at times, anxiety, bullying. Fear of not being accepted, etc. Mentions of food. Slightly suggestive thoughts.

I stuck out like a sore thumb in Hawkins. It didn't matter that we had lived there for longer than Billy Hargrove, we got more sneers than he ever did. Teased for lunches homemade by my mother, now rotting in a garbage can behind school. Teased for the poncho I wore in grade school, chubby cheeks wet with tears as I sobbed over the laughter. Teased for my mother’s pronunciation of words like Illinois, too many syllables crowded into her mouth for the english language. 

It didn’t matter how far I distanced myself. I stopped speaking my mother’s native tongue, pushing down the hurt I saw in her eyes that now her own daughter was pitted against her. I stayed silent at my father’s snide comments about her heritage and pretended to be busy when her family called. I tried to get involved in cheerleading and dance, trying to show that I too could be part of the American Dream. Yet still, like a birthmark unable to be scrubbed away, Hawkins remembered me as a stranger. 

It seemed like the effort finally paid off when Steve Harrington got interested in me. I wasn’t ugly, but I wasn't Molly Ringwall. He flirted with me after basketball practice, messing with my scrunchy, stealing my pom poms. I felt my heart soar. I’d finally made it. I’d finally been made a resident in my own community. When he finally asked me out, I felt my chest burst with pride, my sense of belonging almost fulfilled. Yes, my home was tense and sad. But now I could exist outside our little bubble without fear of being ostracized. 

Then came the roadblocks. 

Steve liked my hair straight, down and perfected with hairspray. Liked me clean shaven and bare. Wanted me to do makeup like Carol, simple. Wanted me dressed in pinks and perfect baby blues, the style as All-American and feminine as possible. Wanted me to stop carrying around the small rosary and evil eye bracelet I’d hidden from the rest of the world. I obliged, sugary smiles and gut wrenching nerves, just wanting to stay enough, be enough. 

Then it went deeper. Steve wanted to hear me speak Spanish in private, words hushed and filthy, pushing limits I knew I’d be thinking of later in confession. But in public, he only wanted English, urged me to take French at school instead. He never asked to meet my mother, who had showered me in affection despite my cold shoulder. Who only spoke in proud words over me on the phone whether it be about my latest test, my excelling in dance classes, or just my part on the cheer team. And as we went further, he’d scrutinize little things, like the way I looked, the little superstitions I picked up from my mother, the small bits and pieces of her folded into me. 

It all bubbled over the night I met his family. He warned me that they were tough but his mother was sweet. I sat, makeup perfect, smile shining, and careful to seem like the picture perfect girl they’d approve of. I nibbled at the meal his mother prepared, my heart longing for the familiar comfort of my mamá’s cooking wafting in the kitchen, the laughter in the kitchen as she made milanesa or empanadas. Steve’s mother’s cooking felt cold, lifeless. The casserole was lightly salted, and the energy at the table stale and somehow tense all at once. 

“So, what’s your mother do? Stay at home?,” Steve’s father asked nonchalantly. 

I felt my stomach sink. Wealthy mothers in Hawkins didn’t work. They stayed home while their husbands hopped around their business meetings and towns nearby. My smile faltered, but I decided to be honest. After all, they’d know sooner or later. 

“No, sir. She works at an Italian restaurant downtown.” 

“Well, I suppose Italian isn’t all that different from speaking Spanish,” He offered, shrugging. 

My stomach sank to the floor, my heart squeezed. Something about his inflection, something about his writing off my mother speaking English, stirred something in me. 

Steve stayed silent, his eyes begging me to let it go. 

“My mamá speaks English, sir. As well as Spanish,” My voice shook softly, my hands clenched under the table. 

“Ah, okay. Wasn’t sure. Seems a lot of Hispanics nowadays can’t just try to learn the language when they come into our country, for god's sake. But I should have known. You’re such a…well-adjusted girl.” 

I felt the small thread holding together my façade crack. I breathed in, trying to stop myself from screaming. How could such wealthy and lucky people be so small minded? I gritted my teeth. 

“English is surprisingly a hard language. My mother still struggles with it even after living here longer than she did in her home country.” 

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Well, I’m not struggling. Just don’t understand why they can’t come here and assimilate. I mean, when Steve told us he was dating an ethnic girl, I questioned-” 

Steve paled at the mention of this, turning to me and trying to explain himself through his eyes but staying silent. 

I held up a hand, trying to keep my composure, my words cold and my anger boiling. “We try. Plenty. We try to squeeze into your boxes and norms and bend to your will and it’s never good enough. I still get notes taped to my back that say ‘river crossing’ or slurs that aren’t even correct for my heritage. I still get called ‘gorilla arms’ despite waxing and shaving daily since 6th grade. I get spit on daily and if I even look at some of the people in this town, I worry one day that I’ll be dead in a ditch. And I’m one of the lucky ones. My father is American, and I am fairly pale. I was born two towns over, for christ’s sake. I am just as American as you. My mother and any latino who steps foot in this country deserves to be here as much as you, if not more.” 

I felt my hands shake and my cheeks wet as I wiped at them, the mascara I had been wearing smearing a streaky black as I stood, brushing my hands off on my dress, my heart feeling freed, my chest tempted to break open to allow me to let go more. 

“Now if you excuse me, I must go home.” 

I turned and walked out, leaving behind the big house full of dreams of all-star American athletes and nuclear households, tired mothers and fathers obsessed with infidelity. Part of my heart hoped Steve would run after me, apologize, kiss my cheeks and promise to love all the pieces and intricacies of me, promise to stand up next time. 

But he never did. 

Steve never called back, stopped speaking to me after practice, stopped trying to squeeze himself into my life. Maybe it was me embracing the soft curls of my hair and not shaving day in and out. Maybe it was me wearing what I wanted and quitting cheer to join the newspaper, and finding more people who accepted me for myself. 

I won’t deny that it stung how he found Nancy Wheeler, perfectly American girl without any question. Straight A’s, beautiful, sweet, well-off family. I was happy for him. But I couldn’t deny that my chest stung with the idea that no matter what I did, I’d never be her. 

My mother and I started mending our relationship, and while it always had that complicated knot of trauma and things she wouldn’t discuss, it was better than the frayed edges I’d left. She still pushed me hard, she still was stubborn and said things that would sting for a lifetime. I still cried alone when we fought, guilt over her giving up a life and home to make one mine, and yet I still got upset when she would refuse to budge and claim I'd ‘regret saying these things when (she) was dead and gone.’ 

But I felt less like a broken piece of glass trying to fit into a puzzle. 

I met Eddie while eating lunch outside, still sensitive to classmates upturned noses and sniggering laughs behind their hands. I was at the bleachers, enjoying the fresh air and the empanadas I had reheated secretly in the front office. My mom had made the monthly trek to the latin supermarket to get ingredients and stock up on comforts. I was relishing in the flaky dough and savory inside when a voice startled me. 

“What is that smell?”

I felt shame and embarrassment sink into my bones, knowing some of the kids at Hawkins hated the smell of the food I brought from home, claiming it was ‘too weird’. I turned to look at the voice, feeling my voice caught in my throat at the sight. 

Eddie Munson. 

I recognized the outgoing and loud metalhead anywhere. He was what I tried to distance myself from for so many years, trying to squeeze into Hawkins small sect of acceptable behavior and praised individuals. He always scared me, his clear and blatant middle finger to the idea of blending in, his behavior and interests always villainized in this town. But I also respected him immensely and was almost envious that he could do that, not consumed by thoughts of others mistreating him. 

And yet now here he was, about to join the flock of Hawkins xenophobes, it seemed.

He scrambled to sit down next to me, his lean legs climbing over the seats easily as he sat by me. He had a pack of cigarettes in hand along with what seemed to be Twinkie. He smiled down on me, his wide grin causing my cheeks to heat quickly. Eddie was more attractive than the town of Hawkins gave him credit for, his smile dazzling and his eyes a warm brown. He white Reeboks rested against the bleachers in front of us as he leaned back on his hands, smiling over at me. His bangs came over his eyes a little with the wind, causing him to squint. 

“I’ll trade you one of whatever that delicious thing is for my Twinkie. I forgot to pack a lunch,” he joked, dimples popping out. 

I felt my hands clam up as I fidgeted nervously. 

“I mean, sure, but are you sure you’ll like-” 

“Princess, trust me. I love food. And that little doughy pocket you are currently munching on smells heavenly…Please?” 

I nodded, feeling my stomach twist with nerves as I handed him the food, smiling at him sheepishly. He took it with eager hands, his own nimble fingers brushing mine and swiftly handing me the slightly squashed Twinkie. 

“Sorry, it got a little beat up.” 

I shook my head, shrugging. I had pocketed the twinkie, instead focused on his face while he took an eager bite into the dough, his moan coming soon after, his eyes rolling back into his head, his head thrown back. 

I felt my skin heat up to blazing temperatures, my thighs squirming. 

Who knew Eddie Munson’s moans sounded so… sinful?

He turned to me after chewing and swallowing, his eyes sparkling with interest as he sat up and faced me, scooting closer to me. 

“You’ve got to tell me what that was. That was the best thing I’ve ever eaten. I need like fifty. Seriously. I’ll give you a free stash if you just bring me one like everyday.”

I laughed, my cheeks still heated and my heart squeezed at the excitement. 

He liked it. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t spit it out. 

“It’s an empanada. My mom makes them.” 

“Em-pan-ahd-a,” He sounded out, stumbling over his words a bit and then grinning at me, his dimples popping up. 

“Seriously though, I’ll pay you to get more of these.” 

Eddie and I formed a bond tighter than anyone I’d ever known. After that meeting, we’d exchanged names and he offered to bring me one sweet each day in exchange for half of my mother’s cooking. 

I was terrified at first, scared he’d turn away a dish or gag at the things she made. But as it turned out, that fear was short-lived. 

Eddie Munson scarfed down empanadas, milanesa, cassava, rice, and soup. He acted as if each meal was worthy of a restaurant, praising my mother's cooking over and over again. I watched with swelling pride as he asked about the dishes and ingredients, how to cook them, and what my favorites were. He took extra care to express his love for the dishes I had assisted with the night before, his sweet words imprinted on my heart like ink. 

We grew from that to more and more hanging out, me being an honorary member of Hellfire, and Corroded Coffin’s number 1 fan. I learned Eddie never got to learn how to ride a bike but could fix cars up pretty well due to working at an auto shop. I learned how Eddie sometimes would visit his dad at the jail but always came out of it bitter. I knew Eddie liked his eggs over medium, not scrambled (‘it looks like brains’), and how he had a tiny chip in his tooth from eating shit at a little league game when he was about 11 (‘I was never athletic, okay?’). And with each small piece of Eddie I got to know more and more, I felt a stronger tug at my heart. A pull to know all the parts of him, to familiarize myself with the calluses on his fingers and the dip in his collarbone. I wanted to consume all the pieces of him and feel our bones lock together. 

One night, I had invited him over to help my mamá and I cook dinner, her over the top doting and affection causing us both to have heated cheeks, his a bright red. She was showing him how to make milanesa, her fingers already coated in eggy breadcrumbs. He listened intently, still joking around and making her laugh. She doted on him despite my fear, affectionately reprimanding him for not wearing socks on the cold floor and having his hair a mess. We laughed and sang along to old traditional love songs wafting in from the record spinning in the living room, Eddie taking my hand and swaying with me in the kitchen. My mother looked over at me with warm eyes, her smile soft and sad. 

I never felt freer than that moment, all the small pieces that made me me visible to Eddie. He looked at me with warm and caring eyes, his smile soft but still bringing out his dimples. He liked me. He liked who I was. He didn’t mind that my mother had an accent or that she was overbearing sometimes, or that she burned palo santo to repel bad spirits and insects alike. He didn’t let Jason stick xenophobic notes to my back without a fight, and never made me feel like I needed to push down my heritage. 

After dinner, I helped my mother wash the dishes while she urged Eddie to talk with my Dad and tour our home. I stayed in the kitchen speaking in hushed tones in Spanish with her, feeling frustration bubble up at her listing of all of Eddie’s flaws. 

He’s too rebellious. 

Ya se, mamá. Pero-

He has too many tattoos.

Sí, pero-

His hair is too long. 

Mamá-

I had just about accepted defeat when she stayed silent for a beat before turning over to me.

“But does he make you happy, mijita? 

I felt my heart skip a bit and a glimmer of hope shine through as I nodded my head and her expression softened. She turned back to her plate that she was scrubbing, looking into the suds rather than me. 

“Good.” 

We sat out on my porch hours after that dinner, our pinkies brushing as we sipped on water, Eddie smoking a cigarette but careful to not let the smoke come my direction. We had slipped into a comfortable silence that was familiar to us. Eddie dropped the cigarette, stomping out the smoke before turning to me and smiling. 

“This was nice. I want more of this. More of us. What do you say, princesa? Be my girl?”

I felt my heart swell as my cheeks burned from my grin, my eyes watering over as I nodded enthusiastically. He pulled my hand closer to him with our connecting pinkies, interlacing the fingers and smiling as I answered. 

“Yes. Always.”

I was on a date with Eddie when I finally saw Steve again. I mean, I had seen him in the hallways in passing, his arm usually wrapped around Nancy. However, I’d heard a rumor that the two had broken up. Steve wasn’t as popular as before and seemed to stop hanging around his group of usual assholes that included Carol and Tommy. But I had never expected to see him at the local mall working at Scoops Ahoy, serving me and Eddie. 

Eddie had a protective arm wrapped around me, his expression guarded as he ordered some ice cream for the both of us. Eddie actively hated the mall, but this was the only place in town that really served ice cream and the two of us combined had a dangerous sweet tooth. He also was aware of me and Steve’s past, and our sour ending. He had soothed and comforted me when I felt afraid he would react the same way to my home and family. 

While Steve rang us up, his expression was pained, which would have been laughable in his uniform if I wasn’t still stung by his behavior. He looked up at me, his eyes sincere as he sighed, his expression guilty. 

“Look…I’m sorry I was such an ass while we were dating. I shouldn’t have let anyone talk to you like that. I shouldn’t have pushed you like that. I’m really sorry.” 

Eddie’s arm wrapped tighter around me, ready to defend me if needed, his gaze on my face. 

But strangely, I felt a sense of closure. A sense of forgiveness. I didn’t need approval from Steve or Hawkins or even Eddie. I could be all the little pieces of myself and my mother, all the parts of Midwest America and Latin America by myself. I deserved to be whole. 

“Thank you. I deserve to be myself and feel proud of where I come from. I appreciate that you know that now.” 

Eddie smiled softly down at me, kissing my forehead as his expression was filled with pride. He paid and tugged me away from the counter, his smile soft as he handed me my ice cream and held my hand with his free one, the other clutching his own. 

“Sweet treat for my favorite girl.” 

I smiled down at the cone, the phrase not lost on me.  Maybe I wasn’t the All-American Girl. But I was Eddie’s girl. And that was more than enough.

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❝ A Series of Firsts ❞

an oc x oc collaboration between @super-unpredictable98 / @hawkinsglasscloset and myself, part of our Stranger Timeline'verse, written for @ockissweek.

❧ w.c. 3.8k words ❧ warning(s). oc x oc pairing, children of oc x canon pairings, none really ❧ a/n. features Flor and I's fandom children ocs: Joseph "Joey" Hargrove (Billy & Win's son) and Melody Munson (Eddie & Lydia's daughter)

✧✦ First Kiss, Christmas 1997 ✦✧

Joey huffed a laugh. “You don’t think we’re a little old to play house?” he asked, grinning at his best friend.

"We're only nine..." Melody protested. "Eric from drama likes to play house with me," she pouted, feeling a little embarrassed. "What do we play when we're nine?"

Joey frowned, his stomach doing a little flip. “Oh…” he murmured, suddenly feeling jealous. “We can play,” he amended quickly, changing his mind.

"Are you sure?" Melody insisted, looking at him with her big brown puppy eyes and Joey let out a sigh.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he murmured, his cheeks warming slightly as she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the playroom.

"Okay! So, I'll be the wife, and I'm coming back from working all day as a music teacher!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"Uhm, I guess I'll be the husband, and I'm making you some dinner," Joey replied, going to stand behind the kitchen playset.

Melody got a little purse from her pile of toys and pretended to walk into the house. She walked up to Joey and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "Hello, darling, what are you making us today?" she asked.  

Joey blinked, his face warming. “Uhhh-uhm, I’m making lasagna,” he said, grabbing the first little plastic food he saw.

"That's my favorite! You're the best husband in the world," Melody exclaimed, sitting down at the little table nearby, not even noticing the faint blush on his cheeks.

“Thanks, I’m glad you like it,” Joey said, putting the piece of plastic lasagna on a plate and setting it in front of her with some plastic utensils. “Want some wine to go with that?” he asked, pretending to pour some from the fake bottle.

"Yes, thank you!" Melody took a sip of her 'wine' and pretended to eat her dinner. "I think it's time for us to have a baby! I'm getting old and soon I won't be able to have babies, so we should do it!" she announced suddenly and Joey's eyes went wide.

"What?" he exclaimed. "I-I mean, how would we even... do that?" 

Melody frowned for a moment. "I don't know really, but you need to give me a seed and I'll swallow it, then the baby grows in my belly."

"Ohhhh," Joey mused. "I thought there was more to it.... like kissing. That's what my parents do," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Maybe we should kiss, my parents do that as well. I think all married couples do," Melody said, leaning in to press the softest peck to his lips. 

It happened to be the moment Joey's father walked past, catching sight of them them through the open door and backed up, trying to stifle an amused laugh. Not wanting to startle them, he knocked instead, leaning casually through the open door. "Hello, you two."

Joey jumped at his dad's voice, his brows leaping up. "Yeah? What is it?" he yelped, quickly pulling away from Melody, definitely not pouting.

"It's dinner time, bud, don't forget to wash your hands," Billy said, opened the door a little more, trying not to smirk.  

"Ah... okay," Melody replied, frowning a little.

"Guess we hafta go," Joey mumbled, glancing at her awkwardly. 

"We can play again soon," she assured him, taking his hand as they headed to the bathroom sink. 

"Okay," he agreed, wondering if she ever kissed Eric from drama class when they played house.

Melody smiled, she'd never ever kissed a boy before, but she didn't want Joey to know that... 

✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦

As usual, the children won the war against their parents and they started opening their Christmas presents earlier than midnight. Right after dinner, everyone reunited around the fireplace to open their gifts and drink some tea with gingerbread biscuits. 

"Aaaah! We can play doctor now!" Melody exclaimed, looking at her friend's new medical kit with all sorts of colorful tools.

“Yeah! Can we go play, Mom, Dad?” Joey asked, hoping to pick up where they left off.

"Go ahead," Billy nodded, exchanging a look with his wife. "But remember to be careful, playing is only nice when you're both enjoying it..."  

"Okay!" Melody exclaimed, following her best friend to her bedroom with her new dolls in hand.

"First it's your turn to be the doctor and my turn to be the patient," Joey said, handing her the doctor's bag. "I think I've broken my arm," he exclaimed, clutching one of his arms to his chest.

"Oh no! Here, I'll put a cast on so it can heal properly," she looked at the fake X-ray and wrapped his arm with one of her scarves "Do you need a kiss to feel better?" she asked, gently kissing the back of his hand.

"Yes, please," Joey said, holding his breath as he waited for her to place a peck to his lips as well.

Melody let out a giggle before pressing a soft kiss to his lips just as the door was opening, not that she noticed. "You're all better now!" she announced.

Win bit her lip as she watched, her heart warming a little at the sight. "Hey kids," she murmured, knocking a little louder and Joey jumped, his cheeks flushing hotly.  

"What Mom?" he exclaimed, practically jumping away from Melody for the second time. 

"It's time to head home sweetheart. We'll see Lo tomorrow okay?" she said, ruffling his golden curls.

"Tomorrow you get to be the doctor," Melody said before giving him a hug. "Let's go say bye to everyone." 

✧✦ Spin the Bottle, 2001 ✦✧

"I'm not playing," Melody said decidedly when Joey suggested they play spin the bottle at his birthday party.

"What? Why not?" he exclaimed, frowning as he studied his best friend's features as they sat in the backyard. "C'mon Lo, don't be a party pooper," he huffed, polishing off the rest of the soda from his bottle to use.

"But I'm saving myself for David Tennant," she insisted, rolling her eyes.

Lately her parents had started to make little jokes about her dating Joey. They thought it was natural since the two had grown up together as best friends, spending nearly all their time together.

"Isn't he a little old for you?" Joey teased, setting the bottle on the table as the rest of his friends gathered around. He nearly mentioned that he'd already stolen her first kiss, even if they were just kids who didn't really know what they were doing.

"Age is just a number, in five years I'll be eighteen and he'll be... thirty six, it won't make a difference," she said with a shrug, reluctantly joining the others.

"I thought you said you weren't playing?" he pointed out, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I'm not, but I'll watch. I'm not gunna do anything stupid."

Joey frowned, but quickly wiped the sour expression from his face. "Suit yourself," he muttered. "Who wants to go first?"

"Think you should, you're the birthday boy," one of the girls from their class exclaimed, smiling shyly at him. 

"Yeah, go for it, Joey!" one of his mates agreed, clapping him on the back. 

"Alright, if you insist," he said with a grin, giving the bottle a good spin.

Melody's eyes narrowed when the other girl encouraged him. He was popular and handsome, probably the most handsome boy in their class, all the girls wanted to date him. And while she obviously wasn't interested in dating him herself, she still got angry when those attention seekers would throw themselves at him.

When the bottle finally stopped, it was pointing at her and she froze.

Joey's eyes traveled up from the bottle to Melody and his brows raised. 

"You sure you don't wanna play?" he asked, wetting his lips expectantly, hoping she'd change her mind. As much as he liked some of the other girls in their class, there was always something about her that made his heart give a stutter, not that he wanted her to know that--to know the extent of his feelings. After all, she'd made it pretty clear that she only liked him as a friend.

"Fine, I'll play," she mumbled, looking down as she tucked her hair behind her ears. "It's not a big deal, right? It's just a kiss."

"Yeah, no big deal," he repeated faintly, leaning over the table halfway, waiting for her to bridge the rest of the gap.

Melody felt her heart racing the closer she got to Joey. She hoped he couldn't sense it or hear it, because for her it was really loud. She didn't like him in that way... she was so sure of it... but she couldn't keep the blush from her cheeks when their lips finally touched.

Joey's eyes slipped shut as he kissed her, forgetting for the moment that they were in the middle of his party, wishing he could keep kissing her when she quickly pulled away and his eyes snapped open, his stomach dropping like a block of ice had settled there.

She wanted to kiss him more, she couldn't stop thinking about how cute it was when he asked for a kiss when playing house back when they were young. She sat back down and brought her knees close to her chest, feeling like she somehow messed it up.

Joey’s mouth opened, but the words wouldn’t come, and one look at Melody made him feel like he’d messed up big time; he should’ve never made her play. 

“Earth to Joey! It’s my turn,” the girl who’d urged him to go first exclaimed, grabbing the bottle and giving it a spin, gasping excitedly when it slowly stopped in front of him. “Looks like we get to kiss,” she said, wearing a giddy grin, and he finally blinked, turning to focus on her. 

“Oh, right, okay,” he said, leaning in to press his lips to hers. 

Melody watched and out of nowhere, she felt like she was about to cry. She felt her eyes fill with tears, but she couldn't do that in front of everyone. 

"What, Dad?" she called, pretending like she heard her father calling. "I'll be right back, keep going," she muttered, slipping out of her seat to run to her father and far from view, hugging him tightly as she began to sob in his arms.

Joey frowned at his friend’s sudden disappearance, staring after her. He didn’t exactly want to play anymore, but his friends were enjoying themselves, oblivious to his discomfort. 

“Baby, what’s the matter?” Eddie exclaimed, squeezing his daughter tight as she sobbed into his shirt. “What happened?” he asked, unable to keep the worry from his voice.

"I don't wanna say it out loud, I'm so dumb! Can we leave?" Melody whimpered quietly.

Nearby, Lydia thought about asking her daughter again what was wrong, saying she could tell them anything, but she knew her husband could handle it, and sometimes tween girls just had to cry and sort themselves out.

“Hey, you’re not dumb,” Eddie murmured, pulling back to wipe her tears with his thumbs. “Are you sure you wanna leave? It’s your best friend’s party,” he said gently.

"Just for a few minutes, we can come back to sing Happy Birthday," she mumbled, sniffling. They lived right next door, so it wouldn't be a problem.

“Okay sweetheart,” he agreed, straightening. “She wants to head home for a sec,” he said quietly to his wife. “I think she just wants to compose herself.”

"Alright, I'll let you guys know when the cake comes out," Lydia smiled sadly, stroking her daughter's dark curls before they crossed to their own yard.  

"If I tell you what happened, you and Mum will laugh at me," Melody whispered. 

“Never,” Eddie said seriously, shaking his head, his long hair swaying.

"I kissed Joey for spin the bottle, but I was embarrassed so I pulled away and then he looked sad and then this other girl spun and she kissed him and I felt really bad," she exclaimed, her words rushing out before she hid against her father's chest once more.

“Oh kiddo, I’m sorry. Have you considered that you feel bad because you like Joey?” he asked gently, rubbing her back soothingly.

"I don't know..." she murmured, still not wanting to admit it to herself. "I didn't think I should, but I felt weird when I kissed him."

"Weird, how?" 

"Weird like... I didn't want it to end."

Eddie chuckled softly. "Sounds like maybe you like Joe more than you think. But you're still young, you never know what's gunna happen," he said, smoothing her hair. 

"Hey, is everything alright? I saw you guys leaving. Is Lo not feeling well?" Win exclaimed, hurrying over to check on them. 

"Yeah, she started feeling sick and wanted to lay down for a sec," Eddie said.

"You poor thing," Win murmured, patting Melody's shoulder.

"I just have a headache, I'll be out for the cake, Aunt Winnie," she assured her, smiling sadly. "Don't tell Joey, I don't want him to worry."

"I won't, sweetheart, you go rest, okay?" Win said, offering her an apologetic smile.

Melody nodded and sat on the couch with her father, curled up like when she was a little kid. "You're right, we still have time, I guess."

✧✦ Make Out Spot, 2005 ✦✧

"Daaaaad, get the door, it's Joey," Melody yelled from her bedroom as she was getting ready.

"Yeah yeah," Eddie grumbled, rolling his eyes as he pushed up off the couch to open the door. "You know you coulda just come in, like you usually do," he chuckled, stepping aside for Joey to come in. 

"Oh, uh yeah, I guess," the young man mumbled, running his hand awkwardly through his golden blonde hair. "It just kinda feels different now that I'm datin' Lo, y'know?" he said and Eddie clapped him on the shoulder. 

"You trying to make a good impression or something? Not like we haven't known you all your life," he joked.

"Of course he's gotta make a good impression, I taught him well," Billy chuckled, following his son in.

"A better impression than you made with my dad," Win joked.

"Hey, Joey!" Melody called as she left her bedroom all dolled up for their date.

Many years passed since his birthday party. Well, actually only four and a half, but it felt like much longer.  

"Lo!" Joey exclaimed, brightening, his lips pulling into a wide grin. "You look amazing," he breathed.

"Aww look how pretty you two are," Lydia cried, grabbing her Nokia to take a photo.

"So do you!" Melody ran to give him a hug. "We should get going, we'll miss the movie and... all that."

"Yep, see you guys later," Joey called to their parents as he led his girlfriend to the door.

"Can you drive us to that street where nobody can see us?" She whispered.

"Yep," Joey whispered back with a small smirk, opening his car door for her.

Melody got inside and placed her hand on his thigh as soon as he joined her. "I missed you, babe."

"Missed you too," he drawled, grinning at her. "We're not really going to the movies are we?" he asked, pulling away from the curb to head to their usual make out spot.

"Maybe later. There's something I wanna do first..." she smirked, playing with his golden curls.

"Oh? Like what?" he asked, glancing at her as he drove, heat rushing through him at the look she gave him.

"I don't know, just... talk," she whispered and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She slowly dragged her lips along his jaw then down to his neck. "Like that."

"Ohhh, I see," he breathed, swallowing thickly, shifting slightly in his seat against the tightening in his jeans, quickly pulling off the street to park under the flyover where they'd be hidden from view. "I like the sound of that," he said, putting the car in park and turning in his seat to catch her lips.

Melody climbed into his lap while they kissed. She couldn't even imagine how silly she was to ever deny her feelings for Joe. "You're so handsome, I can't deal."

"Aren't you just adorable?" he chuckled, moaning as he pushed his seat back to give her more room, his hands sliding down her back to grasp her ass.

"I love you," she murmured in between kisses. "I'll never waste any time not kissing you again."

“Love you too, beautiful,” he groaned, his lips moving against hers, parting to flick his tongue against the inside of her teeth. “What brought this on?” he asked, catching his breath.

"Just feel like I wasted a long time not kissing you. We could've been kissing for years... but I was stubborn."

Joey chuckled, tucking one of her dark curls behind her ear. “You just had to make me fight for it,” he teased, nibbling at her bottom lip. 

"It was pretty cute to watch you fight for it..." Melody admitted. "You're so romantic, I just couldn't resist."

“I always knew I wanted you to be mine,” he whispered, fixing every curve of her face into his memory. “I just had to prove it to you first,” he teased, kissing her deeper. “And it was worth it,” he added, nuzzling the tip of his nose against hers.

"It was," she agreed before wrinkling her nose at him. "You always knew? Even when we were little?" she laughed, wrapping her arms around him.

“Well,” he hesitated, chuckling sheepishly. “At least since that very first kiss, when we were playing house,” he admitted. “It was then I decided I wanted to marry you for real.”

"Awww Joeeey! That's the cutest thing I've ever heard! I told my dad that night that I wanted to be with you... I said some other stuff too, but it's not important."

“What other stuff?” He asked, his brows raising curiously as he tickled her sides, mischief sparkling in his clear blue eyes.

"Well... I said it would either be you or David Tennant, that I wanted to wait and see who would win," she laughed and squealed, squirming in his grasp.

“You little tart!” he gasped, laughing along with her. “I can’t believe I almost lost to him!”

"Naaah he's handsome and really nice, but he's Aunt Blossom's best friend, it would be weird..." she said to wind Joey up as if that was the only decisive factor. 

“Oh, that’s the only reason?” he exclaimed, pouting up at her. 

"No, silly. You're the one I really like, you're the most handsome, cutest boy to ever exist and I love you. Not anyone else, just you."

His expression softened. “I love you too, Lo, and I always will,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers.

✧✦ First Kiss as Husband and Wife, 2008 ✦✧

The doors to the venue opened and the sun flooded the open hall. Melody stood there in her white princess dress, arm locked with her father's.  

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Billy whispered to his son as they stood at the altar.

“More beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen,” Joey breathed, unable to tear his eyes away from her, emotion catching in his throat and tearing in his eyes. 

"Just wait until you have your first baby," Billy chuckled, rubbing his son's shoulders. 

“You ready, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, leaning in to whisper in his daughter’s ear.

"Yes, Daddy," Melody nodded as they made their way down the aisle. "This is so much more perfect than I could've wished for."

Joey nearly lost it at the thought, quickly breathing in sharply and blinking the moisture from his eyes as his bride approached him. He felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. 

“You deserve it and more,” Eddie murmured, kissing her cheek as they stopped in front of the groom and he reluctantly let her step away from his side.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the love of Melody Charlotte Munson and Joseph William Hargrove, two lovers who have chosen each other since they could understand what love is. Now the bride and groom have chosen to read their own vows," the officiant said, gesturing to the two of them. 

Melody took a deep breath, turning to slip her hands in his, her eyes finding his and holding them. "Joey, I've heard that vows are not made to say how much you love someone because they likely already know. Vows are the promises you will keep during the marriage, and I have a few.

"I promise that I'll always leave you the last slice of pizza. I promise to take care of you when you're sick, to hold your hand when something scary is coming. I promise to never let you forget how much you matter to me and how handsome you are. I promise to be there on the bad days and good days, fighting or celebrating. Every moment from now on, it'll be us, just us," Melody said, smiling warming at him, her heart in her throat.

Joey’s lip trembled softly as he fought not to break down, his chest aching with affection and he squeezed her hands, looking into her eyes. “And I vow to always be there for you whether you need me or you wanna be the strong one. I promise to always make you feel beautiful and know that you’re loved, even if we’re fighting. You’ve always been my best friend and I want us to always be friends as well as lovers,” he said, taking a steadying breath as his voice nearly wavered.

The Officiant nodded, smiling as she turned back to Melody.

"Melody Charlotte Munson, do you take Joseph William Hargrove as your husband to love and cherish as long as you both shall live?"  

"I do," she said, sliding the wedding ring onto his finger.  

"Joseph William Hargrove, do you take Melody Charlotte Munson as your wife to love and cherish as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," he exclaimed, his face breaking into a beaming smile as he slipped her ring onto her finger. "Does this mean I can finally kiss her?" he asked, flashing the officiant an eager grin.

"I now declare you husband and wife. Go ahead, you may kiss the bride," she chuckled.

Melody let out a little scream and jumped into her husband's arms, kissing him as if it was the first time. Joey smiled against her lips, holding her tightly against him as he kissed her back. He barely registered the cheers and applause from the audience as they embraced.

"Finally..." she breathed. "Mr. Hargrove, I love you." 

“What a coincidence, I love you, Mrs. Hargrove,” he replied, pressing his forehead to hers as he stared into her eyes. “I’ve waited so long to be able to call you that,” he chuckled.

"Now we get to play house for real!" she whispered. "And maybe later we can play some other interesting games..."

Joey smirked. “Now that sounds like fun. I’d love to hear what you have in mind,” he drawled, stealing another kiss before turning to wave at their friends and family.

❧ taglist. @elliethesuperfruitlover @b1tchywheeler @heartbreak-sandwich @babydollbaron

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My name's Robyn, I mainly write but I also do some digital art which may appear in my fics. Below you can find my masterlists, request rules, characters I write for, my ocs and any other general information

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Complete Series: Incident with a Time Turner  [Sirius Black x potter! reader]

Recent oneshots: No one messes with my guy [young! Remus Lupin x slytherin! reader] Our Pretty Stars [Marlene McKinnon x shy! slytherin! reader] You're not my wife? [young! Sirius Black x reader] The one for me [young! James Potter x shy! slytherin! reader] A snake and his little bird [grumpy! Regulus Black x sunshine! marauder! reader] You had one job Weasley! [Fred Weasley x spy! slytherin! reader] Tissue [Hermione Granger x wolfstars daughter! reader]

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Feel free to request a fic cuties but please read below before sumbitting one:

Please give me some kind of plot to work with along with who you want the blurb to be about, eg. character x gender! reader (i will assume gender neutral if not specified and I am comfortable writing reader with a female character)

You may request a reader with any sexuality

If you don’t specify a house for hp fics I'll write it as netural or i’ll choose one which fits the storyline

Feel free to request AU’s, eg. soulmate, no voldy, royal, rockstar etc. dark fics and horror are okay

You can request fics with any kind of reader , eg. lupine wolf, shy! reader, tomboy! reader, werewolf! reader etc

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You can also request ideas for next parts in mini series or part 2′s to existing works

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Characters I write for:

Romantic Hp: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon, Fred Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley

St: Eddie munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley

Platonic Wolfstar parents, Jilly parents, Jegulus parents etc

Any other characters I am happy to write if I like and feel inspired by the concept these are just the ones I will almost always accept, check my masterlist to see them or sent in an ask. This list will may change over time ♡

My Original Characters:

These characters are of my own creation, they will be used in fics and in longer fanfics that I may work on, click on links for character art!

Robyn Lily Black - Main OC

Bonnie Nathair 

Jamie Amelia Black

Jessica McConnell

Sam Tonks

Joesph Evan Taggart

Emily Rose Taggart

Timothy Greengrass

Alex McConnell

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Cannons in my writing and things to know:

Below is some of the things i tend to keep cannon in my writing but these can differ depending on the readers house and storyline (mostly for hp fics):

If the reader is Hufflepuff they are always friends with Jess McConnell and Cedric Diggory (Golden Era), or Amos Diggory and Alex McConnell (Marauder Era)

If the reader is Slytherin they will usually be friends with Timothy Greengrass and Joey Taggart (Golden Era), or Regulus, Barty, Evan and Pandora (Marauder Era)

I won’t write Marlene, Angelina, Pansy or Astoria as villians, they may be in the story but I refuse make them toxic for the sake of it

Cedric won’t be used as a way of making people jealous, I see that used alot plus I really like Cho and Cedric so i prefer to write him as a good friend/brother figure

Neville and Luna are always sweeties

Marlene and Dorca are always iconic queens

In non-voldy universes Peter is the cutest and sweetest marauder (aka the loveable weirdo)

When the reader isn't paired with them the following ships are cannon: wolfstar, dorlene, jilly or jegulus/marylily, hinny, romione

If you don’t like 🏳️‍🌈 relationships then this isn’t the page for you

#robynlilyblack #updated: 5th Jan 23

[queenimmadolla]

𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗔’s Masterlist

─────────about me. . .hi, i’m Vivi. I’m black/mixed. Just gonna throw that out there immediately because I don’t want to get blocked for interacting with black!reader content. That being said, my reader is black; however, I try to keep descriptions to a minimum unless I’m describing a fit. I’m in my 20s, asexual, and hyper-fixate a lot. also, my REQUESTS are CLOSED! i’ll be opening them as soon as i catch up, HOWEVER, should you submit a good headcanon or a little good lil thought, i just might have to write about it :) will not write for Hopper, Billy, or the kids (for romance). Oh, and Eden is almost always going to be in reader's best friend trio. I'm too lazy to think of anyone other than my oc and also Eden is so fucking cool and I'm gonna have all the characters in the same town including the Byers fam and Argyle. I'm not tryna map that out, lol. Note about interacting with me, do not come at me with hate of any kind and/or hold me up to high standards because I will always never be the bigger person. I don’t care, lol. I will say something so out of pocket you’ll end up deleting the app even if you sent it as an anon. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ─────────

note: most of my works are over 2k word count wise; however, I am unable to utilize the ‘keep reading’ option because tumblr—for some bizarre reason— will remove paragraphs and repeat lines/paragraphs on anything under the ‘keep reading’ line, so sorry that you’ll have to scroll past them all when going through my tumblr, really wish I could use it.

𝑴 𝑨 𝑺 𝑻 𝑬 𝑹 𝑳 𝑰 𝑺 𝑻 ! 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁. 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 . . . 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗡:

EDDIE MUNSON:

𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬 (𝑪𝒀𝑴) . . . you are content watching Eddie Munson from afar, ignoring the giant “what-if” that looms over you. It’s safer that way. But after a shitty party, some weed, and a lot of heart ache, it becomes clear you two share more than a class. If only the rest of the world didn’t just think you were two stupid kids with their hearts on fire for each other. (series ─ ongoing) 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎           **Tag list for this fic and its updates can be found here. 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑰'𝑽𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑴𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑨𝒀 . . . tired of waiting around for something that’s never gonna happen, you head to the last rager of your high school career to get back together with your ex-boyfriend before graduation. Eddie heads to that very same party to stop you. (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader, series ─ ongoing) 𝑺𝑯𝑬'𝑺 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀 . . . After taking a pregnancy test for funsies, you find out that you're actually pregnant. The scariest part isn't even the unexpected pregnancy, it's telling Eddie. (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader as young parents, Penny Verse) request. 𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺. . . in which you can't nap because your daughter likes to poke your eye out and Eddie likes to sit back and observe. (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader as young parents, (Penny Verse, the verse that comes directly after CYM events - Can be read as a standalone.) 𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑲. . . Eddie helps you out when you're struggling to feed your baby. It quickly leads to fucking. (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader as young parents, Penny Verse) ─ smut. 𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑾𝑯𝑶'𝑺  𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 . . . in which Eddie takes his three year old shopping. Obviously, cuteness ensues. (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader as young parents, Penny Verse) 𝑪𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑰𝑬𝑺 '𝑵 𝑪𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑵 . . . if anyone had told you you’d be having this  type of conversation with a four year old while making cookies, you definitely wouldn’t have believed them. and eddie still can’t say no to your daughter. (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader as young parents, Penny Verse) 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀'𝑺 𝑮𝑶𝑻 𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑬 . . . just a couple of hours after dropping your four year old off for her first day of preschool, you and Eddie are called back to pick her up. (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader as young parents, Penny Verse)

𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 𝑴𝑬𝑵 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑨 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀 . . . you leave eddie to watch your newborn with some ‘help’ (they don’t really do anything) from jonathan and argyle. (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader as young parents, Penny Verse) 𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵 . . . Eddie catches you pantsing your 7 month old baby. (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader as young parents, Penny Verse)

𝑺𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 . . . Jonathan's taking your family photos and struggling to get your baby to smile. ─ (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader as young parents, Penny Verse) prompt.

𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 . . . you decide it’s high time Eddie finally meets your parents. Your boyfriend isn’t so sure. prompt.

𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑶𝑵𝒀 . . . in which Eddie and his arch-nemesis smoke a couple of joints and talk about how much they (don't) hate each other. (𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝) 𝑺𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 . . . in which your nightmares are no match for your boyfriend. request. 𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑪𝑬𝑺 (angst. series ─ ongoing) request.

𝑪𝑹𝑼𝑬𝑳 𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑹 - '𝟖𝟓 . . . the year Eddie Munson doesn’t give a fuck about not having graduated when he’s gotta save the girl so he can get the girl. (in which Eddie is in ST3 and reader is basically Heather Holloway, Eddie Munson x Flayed!Reader) 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 **ongoing** 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑮𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑺 . . . eddie finds you relieving some stress in the middle of the woods. request. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑬 . . . 𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑴𝒀𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 . . .

𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲 𝑶𝑼𝑻 ! . . .

𝑼𝑷𝑻𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 . . .

STEVE HARRINGTON

𝑇𝐸𝑀𝑃𝑇𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 ─ smut.

ROBIN BUCKLEY

𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵 . . .

JONATHAN BYERS

ARGYLE

#eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie munson #joe quinn #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #stranger things fic #stranger things fics #masterlist #pennyverse

[atinylittlepain]

Grocery Store Blues: An Eddie Munson Story

Eddie Munson x f!reader/f!oc

He falls for the pretty girl with the pretty daughter in the cereal aisle.

or

Two tired hearts share a few bowls of Lucky Charms.

warnings | 18+ eventual smut, angst, the fluffiest of fluff, single young mom dynamic

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6 -- coming soon

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

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First outings

main masterlist

older!eddie munson x popstar!reader Universe

word count: 1.8 k

warnings: suggestive (no smut)

Eddie hadn’t gotten a girl’s number like that in years. On a napkin? God, were they in high school? And worst of all, he has no idea how to do things nowadays. He shouldn’t call that night, he would look too eager; but he couldn’t wait, he was eager. Y/N was the only thing running through his mind. 

And he couldn’t believe he did it in front of Isla. He had worked hard for years to keep her and Leo far out of his dating life. He was sure that in their mind, Eddie had been out of the game for 10 years. That was probably why Isla felt her father needed her help in finding a girlfriend. 

Eddie had about enough of his mind running around, thinking of excuses to get him out of calling, he had done it all last night. And it was now the next morning after meeting Y/N. He decided to text her. Should he call? She said to call. No. He is not overthinking. He is just texting her. 

Eddie

Hey. It’s Eddie.

Y/N

Hey!

I’m glad you texted

I was worried you forgot about me

Eddie

Please, I could never forget you sweetheart.

Y/N

I’m going to be NY for a week 

I have a break in tour so maybe we could meet up

Eddie

I would really like that. Are you free tonight?

Y/N

Yes! I’ll see you tonight?

Eddie 

Yeah, just send me where you're staying. I’ll pick you up at 7:00.

Y/N

I’m looking forward to it

After that sent her address, and Eddie after staring at his phone in disbelief. Walked downstairs to start making breakfast for himself and Isla. On the outside, he looked cool, calm, and collected, but on the outside he felt like a damn 12 year old girl. 

Y/N on the other hand, had no reason to hide her emotions. After her text conversation with Eddie, she put on one of Taylor Swift’s happiest and youthful love songs to dance around to. After her impromptu dance break, calling her friends to scream at, and also to have help picking out what to wear when she meets Eddie later.

“How old is Eddie Munson?” her best friend, Joey, mumbled as Y/N could hear some keyboard clips.

“Don’t look him up, Jo”

“46! Y/N as your best friend I need to make sure this guy is not a creep!”

“I know the age gap is a lot, but I don’t know how to explain it, we clicked.”

“Okay. I’m going to support you, I trust your judgement more than anyone. But as soon as I hear one bad thing-”

“I know. How about this?” Y/N held a black, pleated, mini skirt up to her body for her friend to on their facetime call. 

“Oh! Yes! Then with your dark red corset- bodice top thing.”

“Okay, then what jacket?”

“A small one, so he can give you his.”

“Of course, so this good?” Y/N said, showing a black crochet shrug.

“Perfect. Okay, I have to go now. Love you, turn on your location so I know you're okay.”

“Okay, I will. Love you too!”

After Y/N hung up, and had her outfit picked, she decided to get ready. She had 6 hours, but a lot to do. 

-

Eddie was on his way to pick up Y/N. Isla was at a friend's house, and he had their whole night planned. Coming up to where Y/N was staying, he had been nervous the whole drive. But when he rang her doorbell, and Y/N answered it was like all that was wrong in his world, melted away. She was gorgeous, as always, but knowing that she was dressed up and got ready to go out with him made it a million times better. 

“Hi.”

“Hi, Eddie.” Y/N said, with a smile that took up her whole face. They began walking to his car, a black Mercedes, with Eddie opening the door for Y/N to get in.

“You’re such a gentleman.”

“A woman as beautiful as you deserves a lot more.” Eddie said, closing the door and rounding the car to his side. He started driving. Where? Y/N had no clue.

“So, where are you taking me?”

“For our first stop, dinner.”

“First stop? What are we doing after?”

“That you have to wait for.”

“I don’t like waiting. I’m very impatient, and I also don’t like surprises. So it’s not looking like a good start for you.”

“I’m sure I can make up for it.”

When they got to the restaurant, Eddie again opened Y/N’s door, his hand gently grabbing hers out to help her out of the car. Their fingers laced together as they walked to the front door of the restaurant. The restaurant itself wasn’t super trendy where a lot of celebrities hung out, but Eddie did frequent it quite often with clients or friends, so there were a couple paparazzi’s outside. Luckily the camera flashes stopped when they were placed at a table near the back. 

By the time the food came, any awkwardness that there was between the two was long gone. Talking about yourselves, and Eddie’s kids. You both just felt comfortable with each other.

“I was an actress early in my career, I was on disney channel.”

“Yes, Isla watched you on.. What was it? World- Girl Meets World”

“Yeah, Isla is very sweet. I loved meeting her. You guys seem close.” Y/N says, reaching for her glass of white wine.

“She loved meeting you too. You’re one of her favourite people, you and Taylor Swift.”

“That’s something me and her can bond over then.” 

“Are we all done here? Do you want dessert/ Or just the check?”

“No, just the check please.” Eddie responded to the waitress.

-

“So, where to now?”

“You were right, you are very impatient.”

“I just like knowing the plan. So, what's your favourite movie?”

“Why?”

“Well, this is so going well. I've decided that I will plan our next date.”

“Oh, you’ve decided.” 

“Yes, and I’m not going to torture you, by not telling you plan.”

“Oh, thank you” Eddie says, looking over at Y/N briefly, seeing the proud look on her face, making him smile as he looks back towards the road.

“We will be doing a movie marathon, and I thought it would be so kind of me to include some of your favourites. So what are they?” 

“Um.. Well I guess Back to the Future is a good one, Labyrinth is great.” Eddie trails of, looking towards Y/N, seeing her looking at him with a huge smile taking up the whole bottom of her face. “What?” Eddie asks, waiting to be in on the joke, and know what Y/N is finding so funny.

“It’s just.. Those are such old man answers!”

“Hey!”

“No! I have kept that back all night. You should be happy that I didn’t say it earlier, and I find it cute.” That makes Eddie feel way better and less self-conscious about his age. 

“What did I do before?”

“Well… For one, how you text.”

“How do I text old?”

“You use full punctuation.”

“.. What else?”

-

They finally got to their second location. The grocery store.

“If I knew you were going to be running your errands I would have brought my grocery list.” Y/N says while using Eddie’s hand to help herself out of the car. Grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together as they walked to the glass sliding doors.

“We are not going grocery shopping, we are getting ingredients to make cookies for dessert.” The older man said, leaning down slightly to talk into Y/N’s ear. Y/N loved the idea, it sounded so cute. Baking cookies together on their first date. 

They grabbed a basket, grabbing what they would need, Y/N only getting recognized once. And when they were done, Eddie drove them back to his place. 

-

Eddie’s penthouse was gorgeous, much larger than Y/N’s. His kitchen being twice the size of her own, and looking well loved. Imagining Eddie cooking for himself and Isla here brought butterflies to her stomach, hoping one day she could join in. 

They went on with baking cookies, and listening to music, music Eddie would call his childhood favourites, and what Y/N would call oldies. But they found common ground on their music taste, turns out what Eddie had grown listening to with his uncle Wayne was music Y/N loved too. 

With ‘Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic’ playing Y/N insists on dancing. Pulling at Eddie’s hand while he’s cleaning the counter.

“Dance with me.”

“I’m really not a dancer.”

“I won’t judge. I just want to dance with you.” And when she looks at him like that, how is Eddie ever supposed to say ‘no’ to her again in his life? So of course he says ‘yes’. Beginning to dance with Y/N, while they both fall in love with each other.

-

After Eddie puts their cookies in the oven, he begins to walk over to the couch where Y/N is sitting. 

“Now, I know you’re planning our second date as a movie night, but I had already planned to ask you to pick a movie for us to watch.”

“I guess I can forgive you for clearly stealing my idea, because I love movies.”

“Thank you.”

Y/N had picked a movie, but shortly into watching, their travelling hands quickly got to work. Long ago distracting them from the chosen entertainment.

Their lips pressed together, moving together. Eddie’s tongue licking Y/N’s bottom lip, asking for access, her quickly allowing his tongue full rein. Her hands find their home in his long curls. His hands feeling up from her thighs, to her ass, to her waist, until finally he keeps them planted in one spot on her ass. Lifting slightly to aid in Y/N’s journey to move herself to sit on his lap. 

Y/N begins to kiss down Eddie’s neck, while moving her hips back and forth on his hard cock. All the while Eddie begins to untie Y/N’s top from behind her back, before asking, “This okay?” “Yes.” Eddie finally gets Y/N’s top untied, letting it fall down her shoulders, exposing her chest, as she didn’t need to wear a bra with the shirt. 

“God, you’re gorgeous. What did I do to deserve this?” He mumbles, beginning to kiss, and suck at her neck, causing Y/N to moan. 

At this Eddie stands, not being able to not be inside her, or tasting her, for a second longer, Eddie begins walking towards his bedroom, with Y/N wrapping her legs around his hips, to help support her weight. Eddie carries Y/N, walking up the stairs, and closing the door with his foot behind them. Completely forgetting about the movies still playing downstairs.  

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