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heavcnslyre · 9 months

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chapter seven — j.f. ( masterlist )

AFTERGLOW.

“tell me that you're still mine, tell me that we'll be just fine,

even when i lose my mind”

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you wake up the next morning a few minutes before five, and you’re immediately wide awake. suddenly, you really regret going to bed so early. you often sleep in while at cousins, at least until nine, so waking up at five in the morning feels like your nightmare. after almost thirty minutes of trying to convince yourself to go back to sleep, you finally give up. you stand up, stretch, then throw on an oversized crewneck as you sneak out your door. you slowly tiptoe downstairs, careful not to make any noises, and out the door, cherishing the fresh breeze as it gently brushes your face.

you slowly make your way to the beach. the sun was yet to rise, but it wasn’t completely dark out. the air was colder than usual due to the storm last night and there was debris everywhere, but otherwise, it was a beautiful morning.

you find a flat spot in the sand and sit down, facing the ocean. the waves were choppy, as they often are after a huge storm. if you were honest, this was how you liked the beach. the waves were fun to watch when they were like this, and you knew that they’d calm down by daytime so it would be safe to surf later. the silence on the beach with nothing but the crashing of the waves to fill the sound…perfection. it almost put you back to sleep.

as you watch the waves, images from your fight with jeremiah come back to your mind. you felt like an idiot, honestly. you had used your own insecurities to pick a fight with him and blamed him for how you felt, when truthfully, you never even asked him how he felt. maybe he really never meant to hurt you. you just wished that instead of fighting, the two of you had talked. really talked. you’ve never fought with him like that before. you really have never fought with him at all before.

soft footsteps approached you from behind, and suddenly, jeremiah was sitting next to you. he looks out at the water, not looking at you, but you watch him closely. your heart began to race as soon as you saw him. he seems so calm. he always does, honestly. he has never been one to let emotion drive his mood. except for last night, of course. but you blame yourself for that.

the two of you sit in silence for what feels like forever, your mind going in every direction, attempting to piece together some sort of apology. before you can say anything, jeremiah takes a deep breath.

“the day i knew i was in love with you was my eleventh birthday,” he says, as if he was casually discussing the weather. your head whips over to stare at him, wide-eyed, but he still was staring at the water. “i remember, so vividly, waking up in the middle of the night because you were in my room, decorating it. you were, uh, trying to do it quietly, but you were ten, so that wasn’t the easiest. i woke up and saw you doing that and pretended i was asleep because i didn’t wanna ruin the surprise. the next morning there was a homemade birthday cake on the counter and you… you had flour on your left cheek. my mom told me later that you insisted on making the cake for me yourself.”

he risks a glance at you and you’re still staring at him, wide-eyed. he continues. “i obviously didn’t know what love really felt like at eleven. but from that day on, you were the only person i ever cared about. i always wanted to be around you. i talked about you constantly. my mom knew it before i did, actually. at the end of last summer she asked me why i hadn’t made a move yet because the two of us made it painfully obvious we had feelings for each other. and i guess i didn’t really have an answer for her other than that i was scared.”

you stare at him, looking between his eyes. “scared?” you ask, your voice coming out small. he clears his throat.

“you’re my best friend, (y/n),” he says. “i can flirt with anyone and get with anyone else because it doesn’t matter…but with you, it does. i’ve always known that if you and me were going to be together, it needed to be perfect. that’s why the first night on the beach, when you told me you were dating peter, i got so upset. i guess i thought that was going to be my perfect moment. that’s not your fault, though. i made up this story in my head and i just…i didn’t know how to act when it didn’t go perfectly. i guess for a while i kinda thought i lost my chance with you.”

you don’t answer him, you just stare forward at the waves, which seem to be calming down. he clears his throat. “i’m sorry, i just needed to make sure you knew everything.”

“no!” you exclaim, “no, don’t apologize. i’m just… i don’t really know what to say.”

“you don’t have to say anything,” jeremiah assures. “i didn’t come here and expect you to declare your love for me back, i just needed to uh, put that out there. i don’t like when you’re mad at me.”

you stare at him closely. his body language seems to have stiffened and he avoids your eye contact again. you shake your head. “jere, i did all that for your birthday because i realized that i loved you, too.

“you were always so perfect to me. you taught me exactly how i should be treated by a guy, i genuinely never felt more respected than when i was with you. i…i kinda feel like i’ve just been waiting for you my whole life. like, every guy i talked to, i constantly compared to you. even peter, who i thought would break me out of this. he was never you, and i think that is what ruined a lot of my relationships. you are the only person i’ve ever truly wanted, i guess i just never knew how to admit it fully.”

before you can say anything else, jeremiah takes your face in his hands and kisses you. it was exactly like how you had imagined it your whole life. he was so gentle with you yet kissed you with passion, as if his entire world depended on you in that moment. you melt into him, tangling your hands in his beautiful, soft, hair as he moves his hands to hold your waist, pulling you closer to him. when you eventually pull apart, he rests his forehead on yours. he has an uncontrollable grin on his face. so do you.

“been waiting for you to do that all summer,” you say.

“i’ve been waiting to do that for years,” he replies. you laugh and cup his cheek in your hand, rubbing his face softly. the two of you stare at each other, dopey, lovestruck looks on both of your faces.

“jere?”

“hm?”

“you should be belly’s escort to the deb hall.”

“what?” he asks, shocked. “no, i can’t, not now.”

“she’s one of your best friends,” you say. “she deserves to have someone good take her, like you said. you’ll take her as a friend. i think she would really appreciate it.”

jeremiah sighs. “are you sure? i…i don’t wanna do anything to ruin this.”

you laugh. “jere, i swear to you, i wouldn’t let anything take you away from me. no matter what we are.”

he kisses you again, somehow with more passion this time. you smile into the kiss, feeling the same butterflies in your stomach that you had gotten from him your whole life. you had a feeling that you would always get butterflies when you’re with him.

the two of you end up laying in the sand, your head on his chest, listening to both the waves and his heartbeat. he holds you tightly and you cherish this moment. you knew that no matter what happened with the two of you, you’d always have this moment. you could always remember him like this.

eventually, after the sun rose, you head inside. you sit on a barstool as jeremiah starts a pot of coffee and searches in the pantry for something to make for breakfast. you sit and watch him, imagining if this was always your life. imagining early morning lie-ins with him, making breakfast for each other, spending your days together, supporting each other through everything. most of all, you imagined being with him year-round. you had never once spent a winter together, and suddenly, that was all you could think about. jeremiah caught you staring at him and laughs. “what’re you thinking about?”

“oh, you know,” you sigh dreamily. “marriage, kids, retirement. everything.”

he laughs again. “moving fast, huh? big plans.”

“of course,” you nod. “you making me coffee just convinced me that was next.”

he winks at you as he hands you a cup of coffee, made exactly how you like it. “good. that was my plan all along.”

a few minutes pass before belly wanders into the kitchen, yawning. she stops in surprise when she sees the two of you. “what are you guys doing up so early? and…um, together?”

you laugh and take a sip of your coffee. “just talking. what are you doing?”

she rubs her eyes as she sits next to you at the bar. “ugh, early deb practice. last couple weeks and they’re really drilling everything into our heads.”

“oh, speaking of,” jeremiah spins around and glances at you. you nod, and he faces belly. “i’d still love to be your escort, if you’ll have me.”

belly looks between the two of you and you give her an encouraging smile. she turns to jeremiah and smiles. “thank you, jere. you have no idea how much you’re saving my ass.”

“anything for my conklins’.” he winks at you then turns away, back to the eggs he had started cooking. belly gives you a ‘what the fuck was that’ look at you wave her off, mouthing that you’ll explain later. soon enough, jeremiah serves both of you perfectly cooked scrambled, cheesy eggs. belly shortly after excuses herself to get ready for practice, and jeremiah checks his watch sheepishly.

“i uh, guess i should go get ready too, right?” he asks you. you nod.

“oh yeah. you gotta make an appearance so everyone knows you’re real,” you say. he gives you a weak smile, then comes to stand in front of you.

“are you sure you’re okay with this?”

you grab his hand. “jere, i promise i am. anyways, we’ve kissed like, two times. i cant get too possessive this early.”

he laughs and kisses you softly. “what about three times?”

“still too little,” you say thoughtfully. “gotta get to like, sixty before i can start voicing my opinions.”

jeremiah hums and kisses your forehead lightly. “sure. so, by tomorrow night?”

you laugh and push him away lightly. “go, get ready. go be belly’s prince for a few weeks. i’ll be here when you get back.”

with one last kiss he leaves, but he turns around and gives you one last smile before he fully leaves the room and goes upstairs. you take a deep breath and rub your face, attempting to conceal the redness which you were sure was appearing on your cheeks. jeremiah had a way of making you feel like the only girl in the world. you hope, more than anything, that would never change.

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loveronlineee · 2 years

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Oh, Worm? (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Y/N asks Eddie the “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” question

Y/N Notes: none

Okay I saw this request from an anon and immediately had to do it. This it a super short one but I hope you guys still like it!

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Y/N and Eddie relaxed on the couch in Eddie’s trailer. They often did this on Saturdays; going to one of their’s and just hanging out. It didn’t matter what they did, as long as they were together. YN sat with her legs crossed at one end, reading a book. Eddie lay across, his head resting on Y/N’s lap as he tried to nap.

The trailer was quiet. Only the sounds coming from the tv at a low volume. Y/N put down her book.

“Hey Eddie?”

“Yeah?” He answered, eyes still closed.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Eddie looked at her, a little confused. After a moment of silence, Y/N got a reply.

“Wait why are you a worm?” Y/N shrugged.

“I don’t know just answer.” Eddie looked up at the ceiling, thinking.

“So did you turn into a worm just now or were you born a worm?”

“Does it matter?” Y/N chuckled. Eddie sat up and turned around to face her.

“Yes! Because if you turned into a worm right now, I would be really sad.” Eddie began to ramble, using his hands a lot to help him explain. “But I’d still take care of you, give you some nice soil to live in. But if you were born a worm, then no.”

“No?!” Y/N faked offence.

“How am I supposed to fall in love with a version of you that doesn’t have your face, your body or your personality??”

“Hey I’d still have my personality!” The couple began a joking argument. Smiling as their voices got louder. Eddie stood up from the couch and began pacing back and forth.

“But I’d never hear you sing, or throw me a sarcastic comment! I’ll never see you get excited when your favourite show is on or dance to my music! What’s the point then??” Y/N grinned and stood up, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Only you could answer that question and make it romantic.” Eddie grinned back and held her waist. They closed the gap between their lips then pressed their foreheads together. “I love you.”

“I love you too Y/N. I’m glad you’re not a worm.”

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munson-blurbs · 6 months

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trapped under ice chapter 20 (the final chapter!) drops monday, october 30 at 5pm EDT! single dad!eddie x fem!reader enemies-to-lovers slowburn

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abibliophobiaa · 9 months

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Chapter Two Preview: (coming 8/8/2023 @ 6pm EST)

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events take place february 1995…

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“I mean, we already have two boxes, babe,” she said, shrugging, “but if you’re craving it, buy it. I don’t wanna mess with those angry hormones or whatever you got going on right now.”

“I don’t get angry.” The petulant pout on your lips spoke otherwise.

“You cried when I drank the last of the coffee the other morning —”

“That’s different,” you grumbled, tossing the box into the shopping cart. “I think we got everything. Is there anything else that you can th —”

“Robin Buckley in the flesh. Get your ass over here right now, I missed you so fucking much.”

You stiffened on the spot, heart clenching tight within your chest. You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t utter a word. The voice had come from behind you, but the realization dawned instant. The timbre of it, the inflection of his words, the jovial nature and affection lacing the sentiment toward your friend.

And Robin understood. You watched as clarity drained her features, a sickly pale color overtaking her cheeks. As her mouth dropped open and she glanced over your shoulder to offer him a smile. You’d never told your friends much about the father. Hadn't even so much as uttered his name once since he’d hung up the call. Had only said he’d been someone you knew briefly and never saw again. Someone who’d known about the baby, and yet wanted nothing to do with it, sparing you from further heartbreak in some ways by rejecting you both outright.

Now he was here, standing behind you in the cereal aisle in Hawkins, no longer in California.

With the tip of your head, you muttered, “I’m fine. Go say hi.”

Head bowing over the railing of your shopping cart, you listened as Robin and Eddie’s laughter filled the aisle. As he likely picked her up and spun her around, based on the sudden thump of feet you heard a short while after.

“And who is your friend here?” he asked, stepping closer to you. And when you turned, he stiffened, voice a little high and tight as he choked, “Buttercup?”

“It’s me,” you offered weakly, feeling very much like you’d stepped into an episode of The Twilight Zone. “Guess you’re back from California.”

The words came out harsher than you intended. Barbed in a way that felt unfamiliar to you. Especially with Robin standing uncomfortably in the distance, shifting on the balls of her feet, eyes dancing between the two of you like she didn’t know who she should focus her attention on solely.

“And you’re…here. In Hawkins,” he murmured, sounding a little breathless, hand reaching out to touch like he thought you might float away into the wind before his eyes. You didn’t even think he noticed what he was doing, but you stepped back all the same, an arm coming to cross over your chest, head angling away from him. “I, uhm. Sorry, sorry — can we talk?”

Hurt seared anew in your chest, eyes meeting Robin’s briefly. The other woman shrugged, and you faced Eddie once more. “I don’t know what we could possibly —”

“Five minutes,” he offered, biting at his bottom lip. “Just…five minutes.”

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Authors Note: It's getting intense now, hope you're ready for the rollercoaster ride you're about to go on for part three! This has took me 7 hours on and off and I'm pretty proud of this series to say the least. Still Wes' number one fan btw. Please feel free to leave a comment or reblog if you're enjoying it, also if you want adding to the tag list for future parts/updates just lmk 🥰

Summary: Joe and reader have never seen eye to eye, growing up together and even further along the line in adulthood. There’s always been something lurking in the back of their minds. It couldn’t be, they share a mutual hatred and can’t stand the sight of one another. Surely, it’s been a long time coming but will the tension finally break into something more beautiful? Time tells all truths.

Under 18's DNI. Warnings: Angst, a worried reader and a whole load of smutty smut throughout Word Count: 6.3k

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"On your knees." You wouldn't usually answer to such a demand, but for Joe you knew you couldn't refuse. A dominating, demeaning and beautiful looking man giving you the eye, forcing you to do as your told when you pause for a second, standing before him naked and for the taking. "Are you deaf? I said on your fucking knees."

"Make. Me." You didn't know why you dared to even try to disobey, maybe you wanted him to corrupt you more than he already had.

It was both the right and wrong move to make, Joe's hand came around to grip your hair up into a ponytail, twirling you around until you fell backwards into him, his other hand cupped itself around your throat, lifting your face up so you were compelled to be face to face at an awkward angle.

"When you're with me, you will do as you're fucking told." The grip tightened making your lips part straining for the oxygen you were now lacking in your lungs. "Got it?" You struggled to nod but you managed it slightly, obviously pleasing him when you felt Joe grind the length of his cock between your ass cheeks. "You look so cute when you're vulnerable." He smirked. It haunted you everywhere.

Joe let go of your throat and you were instantly swung back around to look towards him front ways on, your hair was still very much intact in his clenched fist. As he pulled it downward, you had no choice to be dragged in turn, your knees slapping to the laminated flooring beneath you, slight pain stinging onto the bruises you knew which would consume your legs hours after.

"Well well well, isn't that the prettiest sight I ever did see." Joe hummed as he slapped his cock onto your lips. "Open up for me beautiful, I wanna fuck your mouth." You decided on this occasion not to challenge him, probably better that you didn't after the minimal punishment you received for not submitting the first time.

As he pushed in a few inches, you felt the thickness of his cock stretch through your lips, inviting itself down towards your throat, you took a breath in, bracing yourself for the moment it made contact with your tonsils.

Breaking the tension before you could even get to the point of no return, your phone began to buzz, the irritating tone playing over and over again, radiating through your ear drums; a slight PTSD feeling. "What's that?" Joe took his cock straight from you, leaving your mouth feeling direly empty. With a sigh of what you could only describe as a cock block, you got up from your knees running over to attempt to stop the unbearable nose. "It's my alarm."

Your body came alive, consciously opening your eyes and then closing them again, realising that it was absolutely your alarm tone, alerting you wake the fuck up, ugh. You stretched the entirety of your body, a few clicks of your bones here and there from being in the same position for the few hours sleep you'd managed to get. You moved your arm out of the comfort of your warm sheets to slap your hand down on the stop button. Once you'd managed to finally get it terminate, you accidentally knocked it off of the bedside table and it hit the floor the same way you recollected your knees doing.

Not. Another. Fucking. Dream.

Not only did the thoughts of the last two dreams you've had in 48 hours come into play, it was also the sheer embarrassment and memory of Wesley catching you outside of their flat in the early hours of this morning, every one of these things now consuming over you into one horrendously torturous headache. You could picture perfectly his face the moment he saw you half bent attempting to rush back into your safe space, a place where you could think out loud; but it was all too much in slow motion and now Wesley had this big secret of yours in the palm of his hands. He could and probably would tell Joe of what happened, you knew you would have to face the vile thought of it at some point; but you took a deep breath and thought to yourself: I'll cross that bridge when it comes to it.

You felt just as revolting as you had done the previous night, fantasising about Joe in such a way; but you couldn't even begin to fathom an excuse of why it was becoming a regular occurrence. You had to put two and two together, was it completely possible to have a crush on someone that you hated? You needed to shake off the thought, but you were completely intrigued by the new feeling. It was completely obvious that the feeling was not and would never be a mutual one, so you could just continue to dream about him and that's all it would ever be; nothing more and nothing less.

It was something that would make the headlines in your very own news broadcast. The girl that hated the boy all her life and now finally comes to admit that the reason she's hated him all this time was because she wanted to get in his pants, or in short; the girl likes the boy. Who would ever admit such a crime? It felt as though it was one after all. Had someone put a curse upon you to gain sudden emotion towards Joseph Quinn? Or were you truly just growing out of your hateful advances towards him.

You forced yourself up and out of bed, nothing left to do but get on with your day; the sheer thought of it made you feel even more exhausted than you already were. You moved to the bathroom, clinging your hands to the edge of the sink as you took one look at yourself in the mirror, immediate nausea hitting you square in the stomach from your head repeatedly telling you that Wesley had told Joe about you listening in to him and his one night stand.

"Stop worrying about it Y/N, what's the worst that could happen?" You give yourself a pep talk before twisting the tap and splashing cold water over your face, relieving some of the symptoms that arose with the sickening ambience which you were pretty sure was on it's way to overpowering you.

Everything you forced yourself to do to get over the worry of last night was an impossible task; the very ordeal was held above your head like a constant rain cloud with no escape until you had at least faced Wesley again, maybe he had forgotten or maybe you were just stupid for trying to make yourself believe such a thing. It seemed like you had not got a choice in what you thought now; Joe was stuck in the forefront of your mind. These mixed up and down right freaky feelings were starting to put you in a chokehold, you knew you must maintain your reputation around him in keeping the whole enemy situation a thing, you couldn't let your guard slip, not now.

The reason had clearly been there all along, how you were connected by fate, despising one another with no apparent logic as to why you did, you'd gone through nearly all your life bumping into him at one time or another and now all of a sudden you lived across a hallway from him; surely it was a sign. There was only one problem however, Joe would never feel the same way about you. You'd put on the façade for too many years to be able to develop anything from whatever feud formed between you.

The only rational thing to do now was to fall onto your sofa, hide yourself away and maybe scream into your cushion a little bit; it worked for other problems in the past so why not this one?

There was no denying you felt a little better after that, yet the sound coming from outside averted your attention straight back to it all. You could make out the familiar sound of Joe and Wesley's front door opening and the bimbo giggling just a few feet away from yours. You made a bee line for the peep hole which had become very much your own spying object. You lifted your feet to manage a look through it with ease, each of you knew this was only a one night stand, but only one of you hoped that it wouldn't be. She was in an eager and desperate attempt to keep him in the hallway and clearly not wanting to say goodbye, Joe had other ideas. She was on her tip toes just as you were, her arms wrapped around the back of his neck as she giggled whilst he made a subtle attempt at stepping her back into the corridor when she'd took two steps forward.

"Do I have to go?" She giggled, doing that whole innocent girl act which made you cringe in the worst of ways.

"I've got stuff to do, I'll call you though." There it was, the confirmation of a one night stand, I'll call you is a way of kindly insinuating for the other to piss off and I'll never see you again unless it's for a booty call. Joe removed her arms that were attached with her all her might, as she remained leaning upward she made a move for his lips to give him a goodbye kiss, yet before she got at least half way there, Joe was slowly closing the door in her face.

"I'll see you soon then." She grinned, a slight nerving in her voice obviously upset and bitter that she'd been another victim of the charm that Joe's whole aura gave off. You watched her until she was out of your sight, looking back a couple of times in hope that maybe he'd reopen the door and change his mind about her leaving and suddenly want her, need her. Of course he didn't. You quit your almost stalking behaviour, picking at the skin of your thumbs anxiously as your thoughts continued getting the better of you.

Finally managing to pluck up the strength, you pushed yourself into the bathroom, turning on the shower to get ready for the day ahead. You were reliving the dreams again when you found your thighs clenching together, hearing Joe behind you with his clear instructions after you refused to listen the first time. You tilted your head back, letting the water run warm on your face, your lips parted a little as you attempted to breathe through it. Your body took control of you, your hand slowly touching yourself up before slotting between your slit, you rubbed a little, bringing your head forward to gaze down at what you had started. You bit down on your bottom lip, deciding to just let yourself go wild; you deserved a little fun after the situations you'd found yourself in lately. You moved your legs to stand a little apart from each other so that you could find the ache you craved to be played with. Shivers ran up and down your spine, the mix of pleasure as your fingertips brushed against your clit with the warm water and steam running from the showerhead just added to the eroticism. You were just missing one thing, him.

You closed your eyes in the hope that the mirage of Joe would appear in front of you and as if by magic, your head adhered to your wishes. The euphoria became all too real as Joe's hand now mirrored that of yours, rubbing effortlessly, his forehead pressed against yours as he watched you fall apart with the way he expertly stroked your sensitive area. You swore you could hear the sound of his raspy voice in your ear, telling you to let go, to give yourself up for him. This version of Joe adored you and would do anything to make you feel good and the realisation that this would never be the case made you all the more eager to enjoy this moment.

The satisfaction you longed for finally hit you as you moaned out his name way louder than you could have thought possible; your thighs making an attempt to clench together but straining to stay apart whilst you rid out your orgasm. "Keep them open, I want to see you squirm." There was the voice in your head again, the perfectly gravelly southern accent which once you detested but now sent an unfeasible amount of butterflies both ascending from your stomach and descending back down again once they'd reached their bee line for your heart strings.

Your eyes opened and yet again, you were alone and without the man you were beginning to hanker for. You finished off your shower, giving yourself a good wash down, scrubbing at your hair which had lugged up during your bit of sleep you managed to get. It was an absolute understatement to suggest that you weren't exhausted, you really were, you felt like you could genuinely sleep for a week.

You managed a bowl of cereal and a cup of tea, your towel still intact around your head with your dampened hair wrapped securely inside of it, you'd put on your comfy clothes from the night before and would decide if it was even worth getting dressed properly later. You contemplated on what more you could do to take your mind off of Joe, you felt like you had fantasised enough for one day. Looking out the window, the weather was an absolute no go, it was pouring it down with rain, the water smashing against the glass made you shake your head, reassurance that you weren't about to be going out anywhere anytime soon.

You took yourself off to bed, grabbing your blanket which was neatly folded on your set of drawers for when you required it; this was one of those days. Scrolling aimlessly through your phone as most people do when it's their only cure for boredom, it wasn't long until you caught your eyes shutting, straining them to keep yourself awake was way too much of a task. So you gave up, unwrapping the towel from your head, rubbing any excess water you had left and threw it to the floor. Laying on your side, you locked your phone, keeping it next to you and shut your eyes, away from reality and away from the fatigue, your last thought was that you assured yourself you would awake feeling fresh and recomposed.

Your dream was vivid this time around. You were stood in a huge field filled with hundreds of people that you had never seen before, yet there was a gap making a straight line between you and Joe. You were both stood facing one another, chests puffing in and out with your heart beating overtime at the sight of one another. No matter how much you tried, every step forward you would take towards him, Joe would take one step back, yet he'd still be staring right at you. Was this a metaphor for never having Joe the way you wanted him? If anything were to happen would you just be like the girl he basically kicked out of his home this morning?

Joe began moving back faster until he was disappearing into the crowd of people, the space closing of your views between each other, trapping you amongst everybody else. You could see glimpses of his faces behind the strangers that moved around you, but you couldn't find anyway to get close enough. You shouted his name, but no sound came out, just the hustle and bustle of every one else's voices seemed to bellow over whatever noises did emerge from you. Running did you no favours, it was a heavy sensation like chains were wrapped around your ankles as you kept tripping over your own to feet. You got no where and before you knew it; you had completely lost him.

You sat up in a panic, your breath heaving from your parted lips as you looked around the room, no daylight to be seen, how long had you been sleeping for? You felt better for it anyway, it didn't matter to you right now that your body clock would probably be fucked up and you wouldn't sleep as well tonight, you were just glad that you had finally got some rest. You lifted yourself up in your newfound mood, putting on some music onto your Alexa, you glanced out of your bedroom to window to find it had stopped raining. The noise of the tunes playing in the background had you swaying your hips from side to side, you were in the mood for a drink or two, it was Saturday night after all, wouldn't it be rude not to partake?

You danced on over to your phone, tapping it to see the time. 7:00pm. You gave yourself an hour and a half time frame to get ready and then you spontaneously decided that you would venture out to the local pub around the corner from your complex. Venturing into the kitchen, you opened the fridge to find the now chilled wine that you had saved from the other night, no need for a glass you thought, you would chug from the bottle. Heading back for your bedroom and sitting down at your makeshift vanity mirror you began to make yourself look human again. It'd been so long since you got ready like this, the upbeat music seemed to help dissolve all of your present issues in your head and replace them with the lyrics to the song, almost as instantaneously as your voice belted them out.

You did a full face of natural looking make up adorned with a smoky eye, curled your hair leaving them intact whilst you slipped on your ripped jeans and a long sleeved crop top. Going back to the mirror you combed through the thick ringlets to let them become softer waves. You added jewellery, spritzed yourself with your favourite perfume, downing at least a third of the bottle of wine so that you had some liquid courage inside of you to help you settle in the pub quicker once you got there.

You went into your wardrobe to pull out your bag you used when you go out out, put on your trusty old faithful heels, doing a final check to make sure you had turned off all of the plugs and moved back through to the kitchen to forage through the cupboards to find something that you could shot before you set off. You found a bottle of vodka right at the back of one of the shelves, it was absolutely not like you to just undo the cap and take a swig of the sterile tasting spirit, your face scrunched up as it burnt your throat when you swallowed a gulp of it down. It made you feel quite sick in all fairness but you washed down that feeling with another shot of it straight into your mouth, a burp ascending quicker than you would have liked once you had ingested the last drop, the burn was non existent the second time around and you felt a little tipsy by the time you had found the front door, shutting it behind you and repeating over and over to yourself to lock it behind you.

It were as if by magic that you caught sight of your next door neighbour leaving to quite obviously go out to do the same thing you were doing, how convenient. "Dan!" You shouted, he turned around getting a glimpse of who had just called his name out, a smile broke out, reserved just for you and you alone. Dan was quite an attractive man, probably about ten years older than you but a tall, dark and handsome kind of vibe was good enough, it didn't make you mind the obvious age gap.

"Hey Y/N! Where you heading?" He waited for you to catch up before you began to walk to the lifts together.

"Was just going to test the waters at the pub around the corner." You replied, swaying a little from the alcohol inevitably making it's way into your system.

"All on your lonesome?" He chuckled, resting his hand onto your shoulder to keep you still.

"Yeah, you?" You smiled sweetly.

"Guess that means we can go and have a drink together then huh?" The lift pinged and the doors opened as Dan gestured for you to go through first, pressing the ground floor button, you cleared your throat as you watched the doors shut.

"I don't see why not." Dan pressed his hand to your back, ushering you to go out of the lift before him again and then onto opening the main complex doors for you, it was gentlemanly gesture after gentlemanly gesture; sweet little things that you noticed about him.

You made brief, short conversation as you made the few minute journey to the bar and sure enough, it was as busy as you thought it would be. You moved along the crowd of people, wedging yourself where you could at the bar to order your drinks.

"What do you want?" Dan almost had to shriek into your ear for you to be able to hear what he said over the top of everyone.

"Vodka and coke please." You may as well of sticked to the spirits, you had already made an excellent job of polishing off a bottle of wine and the few shots you dared yourself to do.

There was no forced chatter between you both once you had gotten your beverages, you found a table with two high stools to sit at together. One drink together turned into several and a few hours later, you were fully in the zone now; drunk and entirely happy. Feeling free of the irritations of what you could consider real life. You moved your eyes along the crowd, people watching whilst Dan excused himself to go to the toilet. You double took as soon as you found the pair of eyes you didn't wish to see tonight. Joe. He was filling his attention span straight towards you, trying to peer at who was sat with you. You flittered your eyes away with the hope that he had not seen you make a couple of seconds of full eye contact with him.

Dan returned back to his seat and you consciously watched through your field of vision at Joe furrowing his brow seeing him of all people joining you. You decided to play this to your advantage to see if he would keep watching or would leave you to it seeing you preoccupied and happy with your company. It seemed to work, you managed to find Wesley stood next to him who scanned Joe's line of view to find you. He put his hand on his shoulder trying to recapture his attention off of you, there was instant refusal as Joe replied to him without even taking his forced stare away.

The considerable amount of alcohol in your system and the man you were pining for in your imagination was now wrapped around your little finger, you had Dan with you; it was time to make an obvious flirt of yourself. The more you inflicted your touch upon Dan, whether it be stroking his arm or leaning into him and laughing at every joke he was pulling from his sleeve, it was driving Joe insane. You loathed every second of it yet the more you continued your act, the more it began to feel sincere, he was a really nice, palpable person and it made it more difficult to fake around him.

"Wanna get out of here?" Dan asked you straight, his hand firmly pressed against your leg and it seemed that the intention was there and he'd caught wind of your flirting, intending that you would accept his offer.

"Why not." You confirmed, picking up your bag from the table you jumped off of the stool. You looked back enough to watch Joe's emotion fully changing, deflating right in front of you. Wesley was still in a huge attempt to make him ignore what was happening in front of him, but he failed each time. Dan put his arm around you as you made your way out of the bar, you pretty much clung to him all the way back. You got to the hallway, stopping at his door and then entering right behind him. You got straight into it, Dan took a hold of your waist and leaned down pushing his lips onto yours. Your eyes were clenched shut and for a minute you imagined that it was Joe's lips connected to yours instead of his. A wave of disgust ravished over you and you tried to stop, but the more you leaned back the further he'd close the space again.

"D-Dan I-I-" He leaned back to his full height, looking at you concerned.

"Everything ok?" He asked, a little confused.

"I just can't go through with it, there's someone I think I like and I feel bad if I lead you on."

Dan let go of you, holding his hands up in the air. "No worries, we're friends though right?" Ever the gentleman he had proved himself to be, you leaned up to kiss his cheek, looking back with a nod and unsteady feet. "Thank you for understanding." With that, you left to return the few metres to your front door.

Closing it behind you, you sink down to the ground as tears seep from your eyes, you were going through every emotion that alcohol could possibly endure upon you tonight and it showed from the way you felt guilty for kissing someone else even though the realisation hit you that the man you actually wanted to do it with would never want or think the same. You attempted to get up from the floor, but fell straight back down again, using the front of your foot to push each heel off, you kicked them to either side of the room. Falling back only increased the tears, you felt useless and small. They say drunken minds speak sober thoughts and in your case this had never been more true.

You were startled as you overheard the sound of running from the outside getting closer and closer, followed by the bashing of a fist just above you. A huff and a sigh, managing to get yourself to your feet whilst feeling slightly unnerved at the strenuousness and eagerness to get your attention. You moved the door handle down slowly, creaking it open to look through. Joe.

"What?" Well done, you started that extremely well.

"I figured out your problem, your problem is with me." Joe pushed against the door, leaning against where you held it, you cold have easily let go and permitted him to fall flat on his face, but you kept a good grip on it.

"God you're a fucking genius." You sarcastically hissed back at him. The stench of alcohol and cigarettes leaked from you both, alcohol was fuelling you both to state your truths, just a shame you couldn't go the right way about it and had to maintain your normal way of detesting him. You moved away from the door letting it swing open as Joe moved a couple of steps in.

"There she is. You know you're the biggest most pretentious self centred bitch I've ever had the misfortune of meeting." Those words cut you deep, fresh wounds in the pit of your stomach which destroyed the butterflies you had been feeling previously over Joe only hours ago.

"Was that supposed to be an insult?" You fired back, scowling at him for not knowing he was breaking your heart and only pushing your walls up further.

"Nope, just the truth."

Before you could shoot a reply back to him, Wesley rushed in and looked between the two of you and the apprehension returned back from the locked part of your sober memory that it was possible that he had told Joe about catching you last night. Shit shit shit.

"Wesley will you get him away from me I-"

"Will you two stop fucking shouting it's the middle of the night and you've got the front door open to increase the volume for these poor people that live around us."

"He came to me and I don't know why." You ignored his plea for you both to shut the fuck up.

"Joe come on mate, let's leave her be."

"No we're having it out Wes, I can't be bothered with this shit anymore, she's been this way with me since school and I want to know what her problem is with me."

"It's just you." You hovered your finger from his head down to his feet, gesturing that it was nothing but that, you couldn't help your eyes following where your hand moved so you could get a good look at him despite your response.

"No excuse."

"Valid excuse."

"No it's not!" Joe raised his voice.

"Yes it is!" You raised yours a pitch louder.

"No it's n-"

"Oh my god, will you two just get it out your systems and fuck already? You're both being ridiculous." Wesley stood and quite enjoyed the comical way both of your jaws fell to the floor in unison. Having had his moment, with such authority, he slammed the door shut to make a point of his argument towards you and Joe.

"So come on, tell me the real reason you clearly despise the very thought of me?" Joe put one foot in front of the other, striding over towards you like he was on a mission, making you be the one to step backwards until your back hit the counter top with a thud. His hands placed themselves either side of you, trapping you completely. You'd never been this close to him before in real life, seeing the way his doe eyes were wide, you had never realised how stunning the colour of them were; he was exceptionally more beautiful up close.

"I don't have a reason, I don't know you." Your voice faltered at the way he stood over you, making you feel so small.

"Do you want to know me?"

You shook your head, lips parting to suggest otherwise but you didn't speak a word.

"Yes or no?" His face became impossibly close as he craned his neck down to just above your level.

You shook your head again, this time slower, then the gap closed. His mouth on yours without a final thought, the feeling was unreal, better than your dreams perceived. His lips were soft and angled perfectly against yours. None of you broke the kiss, it just got mor heated the longer it went on, Joe's hand came up to firmly grip against the back of your neck, ensuring you weren't going anywhere even if you wanted to. Your heads tilted opposite ways, deepening the kiss, feeling the tip of his tongue meet with yours, he tasted like tequila and cigarettes which made you dart your own muscle in motion with his, it was absolutely exhilarating.

Joe made his hands get to work whilst the heat between you continued to stir rampantly. Feeling him unbuttoning your jeans made you mimic his action as you began to unbutton his trousers. Joe made the first attempt to break the kiss as you removed your own clothes, instantly naked before each other, Joe took a hungry moment to check you out thoroughly.

"You might be a bitch, but you're fucking sexy underneath all of that." A backhanded compliment but it made your cunt twitch all the same. Joe picked you up by your waist, lifting you onto the countertop so that you were now at a face to face level, with better access he pushed his lips to you again, your legs spreading wide so that he could stand between them.

His big hands wandered up and down, scanning the length of your spine allowing goose bumps to be left in his tracks. Joe pushed you back in an eager state and your response was to sit your feet up, arching your thighs out further so that he could touch you with ease. You let out a lengthy moan into Joe's mouth as he pushed two of his thick fingers inside of you, stretching you out in a means to get you ready for the main event. He thrusted them in and out of you in a painfully slow manner, but made sure you felt the whole length of the by allowing his fist to be pressed up to your entrance.

You whimpered as they tapped at your cervix, curling upward when he got to it each time, his pace picking up with every jab. You squealed when a third finger made it's way through, it made Joe bite down on your lip as if you were driving him crazy with the noises you were making. "You're so fucking tight." He moaned along with you as his other hand was fisting away at his cock, spasming in his hand from how turned on he felt.

"Cum for me. I wanna be fucking you senseless in the next few minutes." His forehead pressed against yours, looking down to monitor the work he was putting in to make you come undone. Joe hit a particular spot just the side of your cunt, making you clench around him, back arching upward as you came all over his digits.

"Fuck yes." Joe sounded out, removing them from you instantly and grabbing your hand making you slip a little so he could pull you from the countertop.

"Bend over." You stood gawking at the way his cock twitched in his grip, you were mesmerised by it, not what you were expecting, thick in girth and just above average in size, it had a slight curve to it, uncut and just overly perfect; you should've known.

"Did you hear me?" He snarled.

"Evidently not." Your sarcastic response got his attention. Low and behold your dream became reality and he gripped his hands onto your shoulders, swerving you around and pushing your head downward so that you were in the position he wanted you in.

Your heart was pounding, you quickly remembered you were in the same spot where you were in your first dream, everything was coming to light and it was just as you had wished it to be. If only it were better circumstances than clearly a hate fuck. Joe spread your ass cheeks before slapping his cock against it, biting down on his lip, he let them go, caging his length between them and grinding up and down letting his foreskin move a little making him unleash a wild and wicked grunt. Replacing his cock to position himself at your entrance, you were met with a cursive spank to one of your ass cheeks and then another, matching the slight red mark he left on the other.

"Beg for it." He said.

"Never-" You replied.

Without hesitation, he didn't let you get another word in edge ways before he slammed into you, the wetness you had already created together made him slide in with ease and you took every inch of his cock instantly, dainty tears creeping in the corner of your eyes from the sheer stretch. He railed into you instantly, leaning over to bury one hand underneath you, seamlessly rubbing at your clit to get even more of a reaction out of you than he had already gotten. Joe clearly knew that he wouldn't be lasting long from the way he went about it.

His hand pulled onto your hair, making the contact between you even closer, his sack was launching upward, slapping against you, his hand furiously massaged against you and his cock infiltrated you good and proper, you were in a state of ecstasy which you never wanted to stop. Joe pushed on as much as he could, yet the harder he went, the more he concentrated in not blowing his load too soon. He moaned out your name a couple of times which sent you over the edge into your second orgasm.

As soon as you clenched around his length, Joe knew he was a goner. He pulled out of you and released straight onto your ass, hissing profanities at the top of his lungs at the over stimulation he was receiving from ultimate pleasure.

You reached over for the tea towel at the side of you, throwing it back for Joe to be able to clean you up, he wiped over you briefly and began to get dressed instantly. You were both ridiculously out of breath, silent and awkward. Understandable as the first real contact between the two of you happened to be this way.

You made the effort to get back into your clothes to make you feel at least a little less demoralised. You weren't sure if you really did like him, if it was only a lust for Joe that you were craving. You weren't kidding nobody, not even yourself.

"I'll ask you again." Joe broke the imposed mutism. "Do you want to know me?"

You made a farced attempt to scowl at him, you shook your head. Brushing past him and opening the front door to signal for him to leave, you'd had about all that you could take for now. Both figuratively and literally.

You moved your hand to him and wafted towards the door. Joe grabbed his shoes not even bothering to put them back on seeing as he didn't have much a distance to go back to his own place.

"Yes-" Joe paused.

You sighed.

"Or-" He swallowed a gulp of saliva.

"No."

"I hate you Joseph Quinn."

"No you don't." Joe smirked at you as he walked away, looking back at you to press his ear against his front door, another malicious snigger erupting from his throat.

"I assure you, I'm far from hated." He winked at you, unlocking the door and closing it behind him.

Shit. He knows.

#joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn angst #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader

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stevie-petey · 2 months

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You know what I can’t wait for in the rewrite, the reunite with Steve and Dustin in season 3.

DUDE SAME !!! especially because i think i want it to be a classic steve n dustin moment so bug will just be standing there like ,,, guys im right here wtf let me hug my brother too

#siriuslysmoking #ask #m speaks #steve and dustin: this is a family matter #bug: what the fuck

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fxckadoodledoomunson · 6 months

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Negligence |FINALE|

Summary: On the night before Corroded Coffin fly out to LA, you and the band go out for drinks. When you finally make a decision about your future with Eddie, something or someone gets in the way.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, misunderstandings, alcohol consumptions, vomiting.

Author’s Note: Apologies for not updating. Been having massive writer’s block. But I hope you enjoy the final chapter.

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A few weeks had passed since Eddie kissed you, weeks since he told you that he would wait for you.

Since then, you’ve been going through the pros and cons of being a relationship with him.

“Sweetheart?” You heard Eddie say, as you sat quietly in his van. “You okay?” Eddie asked, as he drove to Gareth’s home. “You’ve been quiet since you left the video store.”

You turned to look at him, and smiled softly, before replying, “Yeah, just tired. You know, with training Brenda and Lee since Keith’s still in recovery and Robin visiting her aunt.”

“And no doubt Harrington busy flirting with customers, only to find that they have boyfriends.”

You laughed at Eddie’s comment when you felt his hand on top of your head. He then proceeded to tousle your hair, as he commented, “There’s my favourite sound.”

You smiled, as he moved his hand back on the wheel, deciding not to mention to him about the conversation you had heard earlier…

While Steve was at the front counter, you were training Brenda and Dustin’s new neighbour and a soon to be high school Junior, Lee, who was a movie buff. During the training, you and Brenda quizzed Lee from actors in the movies to which films were banned in which countries.

After Steve had finished serving a customer, you continued to train the other two when you heard the door open again.

You looked up to find Eddie standing in front of the counter, and smiled at him when Lee greeted him, “Welcome to Family Video, how can we help?”

Eddie chuckled, before telling him, “Actually, I’m here to see this fair maiden.”

He pointed to you, as he winked at you, which made you giggle.

“I thought you were meeting the guys,” you said.

“Yeah, I am,” Eddie replied. “I just wanted to ask if you would like to join us.”

“I guess my invite got lost in the mail, Munson,” Steve said sarcastically, as he was updating the database when Brenda lightly smacked his arm, as you told Eddie, “I’d like to. But I’ve got my bike-“

“Not to worry, I can put it in the van,” Eddie interjected.

You smiled, as you replied, while giving him your bike lock key, “Okay. I just need to go over some more training stuff, and then I’ll be ready.”

“I’ll wait by the carriage, milady,” Eddie replied, as he bowed to you, making you and Brenda giggle.

As soon as Eddie was leaving, Steve sarcastically said, “Thanks for inviting the rest of us.”

“No one’s stopping you guys from coming, Harrington,” Eddie chortled, before telling him, as he started walking out. “Don’t work too hard, big boy!”

As Eddie went out and grabbed your bike to put in the van, you, Brenda and Lee laughed, while Steve shook his head, grumbling, “I hate him sometimes.”

After going through the last part of the training, you asked them if they were okay with doing the job on their own.

“I’m sure we’ll be okay,” Brenda replied. “If we get stuck, we can ask Steve. You have fun tonight.”

“Are you guys gonna come for drinks later?” You asked.

“I’ll be there,” Steve replied. “But I’ll be a little late. I have a date with Naomi at Enzo’s after I pick up Henderson.”

“Hey, before you go on your date, can I ride with you too?” Lee pleaded. “Last time, I got on the wrong bus and got lost.”

Steve huffed, when you silently gestured to him to give the young boy a ride.

“Okay,” Steve responded, before sternly telling him, whilst pointing at him with a video tape. “But if I find even a speck of dirt on my carpet, your ass is grass.”

Lee nervously nodded, when you assured him, “Ignore him. Dustin wipes his feet in the car all the time, and he still drives him.”

You then turned to Brenda and asked if she was coming.

“I’m seeing Aliens with David tonight, so I can’t make it.”

“Okay, I hope you guys enjoy the movie,” you told her, as you went to grab your bag from the break room, when you looked up at the work schedule on the wall. Earlier, you noticed that you had a week off the same week as the band being away, which you were suspicious about. When you asked Steve about it before, he shrugged before he mentioned that you were working everyday for the past weeks and that you needed to take a vacation to rest. As you were stepping out of the break room, you overheard an unaware Steve and Brenda talking about you and Eddie.

“If she wants to be with Eddie, she’ll be with him in her own time,” Brenda told Steve in a hushed tone.

“Wait, I thought that they were already dating,” Lee interjected.

“Well, she needs to get with him, before someone else snatches him away from her,” Steve told them.

Your heart sank, hearing him say that. Eddie did say that he would wait for you, but how long would it be before he decided to be with someone else?

Back in the present, you and Eddie were parked outside Gareth’s house, waiting for the rest of the boys to come out. You sat in silence again, waiting for the others to come when Eddie gently tapped your shoulder, and softly asked, “Hey, are you sure that you’re okay?”

You nodded, and replied, “Yeah.”

Suddenly, Eddie pressed his hand against your forehead, which made you furrow your eyebrows. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“Just checking your temperature,” Eddie replied, as he pressed his other hand against his own forehead.

You lightly slapped his hand away, as you giggled. “I’m okay, really,” you told him.

“Okay, I won’t ask again,” Eddie chortled as he raised his hands, before slapping them back on the wheel.

You turned your head and kept your eye out for the others, while Eddie frantically tapped the wheel when he focused on you. I know I should wait, he thought. But I really want to tell her now.

Eddie cleared his throat, before saying your name. You turned to him, and told him, “I told you before, Eddie, I’m okay-“

“I wasn’t gonna ask that,” Eddie interjected.

Your face softened, as you watched him rummaging through his pockets. Wondering what he was reaching for, you heard him say, “There’s something I can’t wait to-“

“Boo!”

The pair of you screamed in fright, as Eddie grabbed your hand, seeing Gareth pressing his face against the window, pulling faces at you.

“Jesus Christ, Emerson!” Eddie scolded, as a laughing Gareth got in the back seat, followed by Jeff and Grant. “Are you trying to kill us?”

“Well maybe if you two weren’t so occupied, you would’ve seen us,” Gareth retorted, as he and the others put on their seatbelts when he asked, “So, are you gonna drive, Munson? Or are you gonna just sit and hold her hand?”

The other boys snickered, as you and Eddie looked down at your hands, making you blush. Realising that he was holding on to yours, Eddie immediately moved his hand away and placed it on the wheel, before turning the ignition. As he started driving to the Hideout, Eddie looked over to you, laughing at something Jeff said, as he thought to himself, I need to tell her tonight.

A few moments later, you and the band parked outside the Hideout. You were about to open your door when Eddie stopped you. “I’ll get that for you,” he said, as he got out of the van and rushed to your side, to let you out.

As he took your hand and helped you out of the van, you both heard Gareth mock, “Will a certain gentleman help us out too?”

You turned to find three of the guys raising their hands daintily towards Eddie’s direction, whilst suppressing their laughter. You then shifted your attention to Eddie who smirked at them, reaching for Gareth’s hand, before flipping the guys off, causing you to slap his hand down, as you laughed, “Eddie!”

After Eddie told the boys to get out of the van, you all started to make your way through bar, as Eddie had put his arm around your shoulder, with the rest of the group behind them, whispering. “So, you think she’ll say yes?” Grant quietly asked.

“Well, I hope so,” Jeff replied. “Otherwise, he planned it all for nothing.”

As you all went over to a booth, you were greeted by Tom, who turned to the new barmaid, Lottie, and told her your usual drinks.

You first saw her about a week ago when you went to have a drink with Nancy, Robin, Steve, and Eddie, before both women went away, but you had never spoken to her.

You watched Lottie grab the pint glasses and started pouring a couple of beers when you heard Eddie say, “I’ll go and pay for the drinks.”

You turned to him, as you watched him stand up, and walking up to the bar, before he started chatting to Lottie, whilst giving her the money.

You then heard Gareth comment on how hot she was.

“And a little too old for you,” Grant said, as he nudged him, making Jeff laugh.

“Hey! I might have a chance,” Gareth retorted.

“Yeah, in your dreams,” Jeff sarcastically said, as he tousled his hair.

You watched the brunette placing the glasses on a tray, as the rest of the guys changed the subject and started talking about the trip and audition. You didn’t join in the conversation, as you were busy staring at Eddie and Lottie chatting and laughing, when suddenly, you saw Lottie looking over at you, before saying something to Eddie. You were pretty sure that she was asking him if you were his girlfriend, as you were trying to lip read before she pointed at you to him. He turned his head to look at your direction, before turning back and shook his head.

Your heart sank, unsure what she was saying to him, as she leaned over to grab a packet of pork rinds to give to him. You then witnessed him laughing, assuming that she was flirting him, after she winked at him. Suddenly, you had a flashback to what Steve told Brenda and Lee earlier…

“She needs to get with him, before someone else snatches him away from her.”

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a loud familiar feminine laugh. You looked over to one of the other booths to find Gwen sitting with a red haired concerned woman. You could see that Gwen had too much to drink, as she started to ramble, before she turned to face you.

“Do you know her?” Grant asked, as he noticed her glaring at you.

“Just someone from that double date I went to with Steve,” you mumbled, as you watched her get up when she started to stumble. Luckily, her friend grabbed her in time and started walking her out of the door. Suddenly, Gwen stumbled close to your booth, and slurred, “What are you looking at?”

“Gwen, come on,” her friend sternly told her, as she pulled her away. As they were leaving, her friend gave you an apologetic look, as she mouthed, “Sorry.”

After they left, the boys asked if you were okay when Eddie approached the booth with the tray of drinks, as he apologised, “Sorry for the wait. I was giving Lottie recommendations for places to visit in Indianapolis.”

After he placed the tray down, he asked you, whilst sitting next to you, “You okay? I saw what happened with that woman.”

“I’m okay,” you replied, as he passed your drink to you. “I just hope that she and her friend will get home okay.”

“So, other than that, what did I miss?”

“Gareth thinks that he stands a chance with Lottie,” Jeff chortled.

Eddie laughed, before telling Gareth, “No offence, dude. But, you’re not her type.”

What’s that supposed to mean? You thought, Does Eddie like her?

The boys continued to tease Gareth, who slammed his hand on the table, as he interrupted, “Okay! Enough! Are we gonna drink or what?”

You felt relieved that Gareth stopped them going any further. After he and everyone else grabbed their drinks, Eddie smiled, as he lifted his glass, before making a toast, “To Corroded Coffin. And to the success that the band will receive.”

You and the rest of the band cheered, as you all clinked your glasses together, “To Corroded Coffin!”

A couple of rounds later, Eddie got up from his seat, and announced that he was getting another drink, before asking everyone else if they wanted another drink. “Remember, you’ve had two beers so far,” Grant pointed out. “So maybe-“

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna get a root beer,” Eddie chuckled, as you gave him some cash. “Thanks sweetheart,” he said, as he winked at you, before heading to the bar once again.

As you watched Eddie talking to Lottie, you noticed that she playfully patted his shoulder, making your heart sink once more. You sighed, as you watched Eddie laugh at something Lottie said, before you got up from your seat, deciding to go up to Eddie.

Maybe Steve’s right, you thought to yourself. If I don’t do it, he’ll find someone else.

You quickly walked towards the bar and tapped Eddie’s shoulder, as you called his name, prompting him to turn to you. “Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie began to ask. “Did you want something else?”

You began to stammer, as you shifted your attention back and forth between him and Lottie, who was leaning towards the bar. “Cat got your tongue, pet?” She chuckled, revealing a Scottish accent.

You froze for a moment when Eddie softly asked, “Are you okay?”

“Looks like someone could do with a strong bevvy,” you heard Lottie say, finally snapping yourself out.

Before Eddie could say anything, you blurted, “Just need the restroom.”

Eddie went to grab your hand, but you swiftly stormed through the door, making him lean forward against the bar, feeling confused.

“You don’t think she thinks that we’re…?” Eddie began to ask Lottie, who responded with a grimacing expression, “God, I hope not. No offence, pet.”

Eddie chuckled, before replying, whilst raising his hands, “Hey! None taken.”

Lottie giggled, as she poured his drink while Eddie rummaging through his jacket pocket when he started cursing, “Shit, where is it?”

“Lost something?” Lottie asked, as she watched him search for something.

“I thought I had the envelope with me,” Eddie commented, as he stood up and rummaged through his pockets.

“No no no, this can’t be happening,” he started to groan. “Where the-?!”

“Okay, calm down,” Lottie interjected, as she placed her hand on his shoulder, before telling him to take deep breaths. After he did what she said, Lottie asked him, “Is there anywhere else it could be?”

Eddie tried to remember where the envelope was when he cursed, as he remembered where he left it, “Shit.”

He raced through the bar when Jeff stopped him, “Dude, where are you going?”

“I left the envelope back in the trailer,” Eddie panted, before telling the boys to keep you distracted until he came back.

Meanwhile in the restroom, you were splashing cold water on your face, trying to calm yourself down. “Just do it,” you told yourself. “Tell him that you’re ready to be with him.”

Am I though? You thought to yourself. Or am I just doing it because I don’t want him to be with Lottie? Am I really threatened by her closeness with him in a short period of time?

You groaned, as you leaned your head back, feeling confused.

Suddenly, the door swung open, making you jump.

Standing in front of the door was Lottie, who commented, “Someone’s a wee wet.”

She giggled, as you rapidly grabbed a paper towel and dried your face. You then threw it in the bin when Lottie bluntly told you, “You know, Eddie talks about you whenever he comes to the bar.”

You froze, worried about what he told her, as Lottie looked in the mirror, smoothing her hair. “He’s very keen on you.”

You remained silent when you heard her say, “So, whatever you think, about me and Eddie, it’s never gonna happen. Believe me, he’s not my type.”

You couldn’t help but feel relieved, knowing that Eddie’s relationship with Lottie was platonic and also, that he was keen on you. Suddenly, you heard her mumble, as she leaned against the sink, “Or any fella for that matter.”

Your ears perked up, hearing her confession.

Wait, is she…? You thought as you turned to face her, when she admitted, “There’s only a few people who know that about me. Not that I intended on telling a lot of people in this town. I mean, hearing how Eddie had been treated in the past by people in this town because of his taste in music and he plays his Dungeon Dragons…thingy, it made me wonder how people will be if they-“

“Don’t think that,” you interjected. You then sighed, before telling her. “It shouldn’t matter what other people think. It’s not their business.”

Lottie lightly chuckled, before telling you as she started walking towards the door, “That’s exactly what Eddie told me.” She then turned to you, continuing to speak. “I think you and him really need to talk.”

As she was about to leave when you called her name, prompting her to face you.

“Yes?” She spoke.

“Never say Dungeon Dragons thingy in front of Eddie,” you advised her. “He’ll get easily offended.”

Lottie chuckled, before telling you, “I know. Just seeing reaction makes me laugh.”

You giggled, as she started to walk out of the restroom.

After you watched her leave, you gathered up your thoughts, deciding to tell Eddie about what you wanted.

You rushed out of the restroom and looked over at the bar, searching for Eddie. Seeing that he was nowhere to be found, you assumed that he was outside, having a cigarette.

As you were walking out of the bar, Jeff asked you, “Hey where are you going?”

You turned to the boys, before replying, “Oh, I’m just going to find Eddie. I’ll be back.”

The boys tried to stop you, but you had already ran outside, only to find Gwen wrapping her arms around Eddie’s neck, giving him a sloppy kiss.

At that moment, you felt your heart break, like the first time you saw him kiss Chrissy. You stumbled backwards, before turning around to go back inside with tears in your eyes.

As soon as you stormed back to the bar, you heard Gareth asked, “Hey, is he still outside?”

From behind the bar, Lottie frowned, seeing you teary eyed. The boys tried getting your attention, when you turned to the booth and snatched your bag from the floor, before stomping back outside.

You stopped to find that Eddie was now on his own, as he was getting in his van, before you stomped towards it. Eddie was about to turn on the ignition when he heard the back doors open. Assuming that someone was robbing him, he got out of his van, and rushed to the back, as he shouted! “Hey! Whoever you are, you can’t come here and open-“

Eddie froze, as he saw you grabbing your bike, pulling it out. “Sweetheart?” He softly asked. “W-what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” You growled, as you avoided eye contact with him. “I’m getting my bike.”

“Why?”

Eddie noticed that tears were rolling down your cheeks, as he asked, “What’s wrong?Has someone upset you?”

As you silently took out your helmet from your bag, and put it on, Eddie pleaded, “Please talk to me, sweetheart. This isn’t about Lottie, is it?”

You grabbed your bike and started walking away, when Eddie followed you, as he continued to speak, “Look, there’s nothing going on between us, we’re just friends-“

“What about Gwen then?!” You snapped, as you stopped and glared at Eddie.

“Gwen?” Eddie paused, realising that you meant the girl David liked before. “Wait, you mean David’s old crush, Gwen? I’ve never met her-“

“Bullshit, Eddie! I saw you kiss her just now!”

Realising that the woman who kissed him was Gwen, he clapped his hand over his mouth, before lowering it down, as he tried to explain, “Sweetheart, it’s not what you think-“

You shook your head, and started to walk away, as you interrupted, “You know what, Eddie? I don’t want to hear it. You said that you would wait-“

“I am,” Eddie responded, as he stopped you by standing in front of you, holding the handlebars. “I am waiting until you’re ready, like I promised. You gotta believe me.”

You shook your head once more, as you moved your bike away from Eddie, making him let go of the handlebars. As you got on your bike, Eddie tearfully pleaded, “Sweetheart, please…”

“Goodbye, Eddie,” you sniffled.

As you peddled away, Eddie squatted down and covered his face, as he burst into tears, unaware that the fallout was witnessed by the rest of the band and Lottie, as well as Gwen’s friend.

All through the night, Eddie did nothing but sat at the bar, plying himself with leftover alcoholic drinks. But it wasn’t enough to stop the heartbreak after you left. He wished that he went after you, to explain what happened with and Gwen, but it was too late. The boys tried to stop him from drinking himself to death, but he refused to stop. “What’s the point?” Eddie slurred. “She’ll never speak to me again. I’ve screwed up my chance to be with her.”

Suddenly, Lottie huffed, as she snatched the bottle from him.

“Hey!” He continued to slur, as he leaned over to grab it back when he nearly fell off his stool. Luckily, Jeff and Grant caught him in time.

After they stood him up, he tried to grab the bottle when Lottie scolded him, “You’ve had enough, mister.”

“What’s going on?” A male voice asked. Eddie turned to find a worried Steve standing behind him. “Eddie, man…what’s wrong?” Steve asked, before asking where you were.

Suddenly, Eddie started sobbing, as he leaned towards the bar and covering his face with his crossed arms.

Steve turned to the boys and asked them what happened.

Grant explained that you went to find Eddie and caught him and Gwen kissing. Steve was surprised to hear that his former date kissed one of his friends.

Suddenly, Eddie muffled something.

“What?” Steve asked, when Eddie lifted his head and slurred, “I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me. I told her that I wasn’t interested in her, and that I liked…”

Eddie continued to sob when Lottie placed her hand on his shoulder, and told him, “I think you need to go home. Sleep it off.”

“She’s right,” Gareth told him. “We have a flight tomorrow-“

“I’m not going!” Eddie interjected, whilst shaking his head. “We won’t pass the audition! What’s the point?”

Eddie rested his head on his arms, while everyone exchanged glances, wondering what to do.

After a short discussion, Lottie and Steve agreed that she and Grant would take Eddie home, while Steve took the other guys home.

On the ride back to the trailer park, Lottie was keeping an eye on Eddie, while Grant drove.

Once they had arrived at Forest Hills, both Lottie and Grant got out and carried Eddie back to the trailer.

“Jesus, how can someone so skinny be so heavy?” Lottie complained, as they continued to carry Eddie to the trailer when Grant noticed a familiar bike leaning against the trailer. It can’t be, can it? He thought to himself.

While Eddie rambled, Grant told Lottie to open the door.

“Shouldn’t he have a key on him?” Lottie asked.

“I don’t think he needs it,” Grant replied.

As soon as a confused Lottie opened the door, Grant’s suspicions were confirmed.

There you were, sitting on the couch, eyes puffy from crying earlier.

Eddie looked up, as he slurred your name.

You gazed at him with concern, as you sat silently.

You were about to open your mouth to speak when Eddie stumbled away from Lottie and Grant, and landed on his knees in front of you, as he muttered your name.

“You have to bel-” Eddie slurred when he suddenly starting vomiting in front of you, making Grant and Lottie groan.

Realising that he puked on your shoes, he profusely apologised as you sympathetically gazed at him.

“Come on, let’s go to the bathroom,” Grant told him, as he lifted Eddie up to his feet, and started taking him into bathroom, when Eddie vomited near the back door. Lottie turned to you, watching you take your vomit covered shoes off, as she asked you, “So…why did you come here?”

While Grant was keeping Eddie company in the bathroom, you and Lottie were outside, cleaning vomit off your shoes. You began to explain to her that on the way back home, you encountered Gwen and her friend…

You were peddling through town, as you continued to sob when you stopped and got off your bike, before sitting down on the nearest bench.

You continued to sob when you heard a vehicle parked near you, before the passenger back door opened. You looked up, seeing Gwen, who had started vomiting from a car.

Suddenly, you heard a female voice say, “Sorry about her.”

You shifted your attention to her friend, who was sitting in the front passenger seat with an older man, whom you assumed were either girls’ father, in the driver’s seat.

“I told her not to drink so much,” she told you.

“Wish I never kissed that guy,” you heard Gwen slur. “All I wanted was weed from him.”

You furrowed your brow, as you muttered, “What?”

Suddenly, her friend admitted, “It was my fault, I should’ve kept an eye on her.”

You stared at her with confusion when her friend explained that while she was calling her dad to pick them up, Gwen went up to Eddie and drunkenly flirted with him, just to score some weed, but Eddie refused her advances. She also mentioned that when Gwen kissed him, he scolded her, telling her that he wasn’t dealing anymore and he liked someone else.

“I’m guessing that someone else was you,” she said. After hearing her side of the story, you deeply sighed, feeling guilty for not letting Eddie explain himself.

Before you could respond, Gwen groaned, “He wasn’t even hot anyway.”

As Gwen had shut the back door, you were about to say something when her friend lowly told you, “Ignore her.”

Suddenly, the dad told the girl, “Michelle, we should get Gwen home.”

He then turned to you, and asked you, “Do you want a ride? I’ve got a bike rack on my car if you want to use it.”

You thanked him, before deciding where to go. You thought about going home, but you couldn’t face your parents’ questions. Instead, you asked him to take you to the trailer park…

“That’s why I came here, so I could hear it from Eddie,” you explained to Lottie. “But then of course…”

Lottie knew what you meant. “He started having leftover booze after you left,” she replied. “The lads and I tried to stop him from drinking, but he just wouldn’t stop.”

You silently cleaned your shoes, as you both heard Eddie vomit, and Grant comforting him. Lottie looked over at the door, before shifting her attention to you, when you suddenly quietly told her, “Listen, Lottie. About earlier, I’m sorry if I made you feel that you had to…come out to me like that. I guess I was little…“

“Jealous?” Lottie asked.

You slowly nodded, before mumbling, “I know, it’s stupid…and I shouldn’t have-“

Suddenly, she had let out a little chuckle whilst shaking her head, “No need to apologise. It’s okay. Besides, I figured that Robin was also into girls, especially the way that Steve fella mentioned a girl named Vickie to her, and I figured that you and the others knew too. So, I trust you guys.”

You were silent for a moment, before asking, “And does Eddie know that…?”

“Oh aye, he figured it out after he caught me staring at that Nancy girl.”

You giggled, as Lottie retorted, “What? I thought she was hot. Well, both girls are.”

“Should I be offended that you don’t think I am?” You bantered.

Lottie laughed, before telling you, “Of course you are, but I wouldn’t steal a friend’s woman.”

You both laughed, as you continued to scrub your shoes, when Grant came outside and told you, “Hey, Eddie’s stopped puking, I’m gonna try and get him to sleep. He’s gonna have one hell of a headache in the morning.”

You nodded, as Grant went back inside and took Eddie to his room.

Lottie turned to you and asked, “So, when do you need to get home?”

You shook your head, before telling her, “I told my parents that I’m staying. Besides…” Suddenly, you took out an envelope with your name on it, and opened it, revealing a couple of plane tickets and your passport.

Lottie gaped, as you were about to speak when you both heard Grant say, “That’s why he went to his van earlier. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

You both looked up at him, as you told him, “I guess that explains why my suitcase was in his room.”

Grant sighed, before telling you, “Eddie felt guilty for not telling you about the audition sooner. So…he called Charlie a few weeks ago and asked if we could bring you along.”

You and Lottie gaped, as he continued to speak, “And…he may have exaggerated a little bit, saying that you were-“

“He didn’t tell him that I was his girlfriend, did he?” You interjected.

“Actually, he said that you were our second drummer.”

“Oh,” you exclaimed.

“Why did he do that?” Lottie asked.

“Well, Eddie didn’t think that he would say yes if he said that you were his girlfriend,” he told you, as he sat on the chair near you and Lottie. “He figured it would’ve been unprofessional. Besides, it wasn’t a lie. You did play.”

“Yeah, once,” you retorted.

“Still, you played. Besides, he still haven’t had a chance to perform with you. His words.”

You looked over to Eddie’s window silently, thinking about going, but then you remembered about your family and colleagues.

You shook your head, before telling him, “I don’t know. It’s too short notice. I mean, how am I gonna tell-“

“It’s okay, your folks know. And Harrington.”

You gaped, as Grant explained. “He asked if it was okay, and as long as you wanted to, it was fine with them. Mary and Carver even helped getting some of your stuff and your passport. She figured that you might say yes.”

“Wow,” Lottie exclaimed. “That guy really thought ahead.”

You were astonished that, not only everyone knew about the surprise, but they also helped arrange it for you. You sat silently, as you thought about what to do next.

Eddie woke up the next morning to the sound of the toilet flushing, with a bad headache and a horrible taste in his mouth. He began to groan, as he rubbed his eyes.

As he sat up, he looked at the eyesore in front of him. His suitcase, only his suitcase. He remembered that you came over, sadly sighing as he noticed that your suitcase was gone, assuming that you took it when you went home. The real kicker was seeing the envelope on his bedside table.

He didn’t bother checking the contents inside. He figured that you saw it and freaked out, deciding not to go with him, taking your passport back.

He sniffled, trying to hold back the tears, as he got out of bed, before Wayne would scold him for not getting up.

As he ambled out of his bedroom, he saw Wayne grab the van key. As soon as Wayne looked up at him, Eddie was sure that he was going to lecture him about last night, if any of the neighbours grassed him up for coming home drunk. Instead, Wayne greeted him, before telling him, “I’m gonna pick the boys up now. So, make sure that you’re ready to go by the time I get back, okay?”

Eddie silently nodded, trying to hold back the tears. After Wayne left, he squatted down and broke down in tears, as your last word to him, before you walked away replayed in his mind.

All through the journey to the airport, Eddie sat in the front passenger seat in silence, while the boys were chatting in the back.

After finally reaching the airport, the boys got out their luggage of the van. Eddie grabbed his suitcase, before hugging Wayne goodbye.

Suddenly, Wayne told his nephew, “I know that you wanted her to come. But you two can talk after you come back.”

“I doubt she will talk to me,” Eddie tearfully mumbled against Wayne’s shoulder. “I screwed up.”

Wayne moved back and wiped the tears away from his nephew’s face, before wishing him luck.

After checking in with the airline, the boys went through security, and waited at the gate for the plane to board.

The boys finally went through the gate, after a couple of hours of delays, and boarded onto the plane.

As the rest of the boys found their seats, Eddie found his, not far from them, and took out his campaign book, placing it in his seat, before putting his hand luggage inside the overhead compartment. He then picked up his book before sitting down.

He huffed, as he opened it, trying to pick up from what he had written. However, he couldn’t focus on it, partly because he couldn’t stop thinking about you and what to say if he saw you again.

“Nervous about the flight?” He heard a feminine voice next to him ask.

He exhaled, before replying to the person beside him, “Not just that.”

“Missing family already?”

Eddie sighed, whilst shaking his head before responding, “I…wanted to surprise someone with this trip, but I screwed up.”

There was a short silence between him and the fellow passenger, before he heard the question, “What happened? If you don’t mind me asking.”

He sighed once more, before explaining, “I had planned to surprise this girl last night with the plane tickets, but I was stupid. I forgot them.”

He then mentioned about Gwen kissing him, and the repercussions of it, resulting in him trying to explain to you what happened, only for you to leave.

“I guess she found out about the tickets, and freaked out,” Eddie softly said. “I mean, her suitcase was gone and the envelope was at my place, so…”

Eddie paused, as he turned to find the person next to him, holding Brave New World close to the passenger’s face.

Eddie furrowed his brow, as he recognised the tattered cover with a familiar bat doodled on the corner of it.

It can’t be, can it? Eddie thought, before he mumbled your name. The book was lowered down to the table, revealing your face.

A flabbergasted Eddie gazed at you, as you greeted him, before he stammered, “B-but, how-?”

He quickly turned to his not-so-shocked bandmates, who waved at you, before shifting his attention back to you, as you smiled at him.

“I don’t understand,” Eddie softly said. “I thought you-“

“Freaked out about the tickets and left?” You asked.

He nodded, before you explained to him about what Michelle said about his kiss with Gwen, and that Grant told you the tickets were supposed to be a surprise for you.

“I stayed overnight while Tom took Grant and Lottie home. My dad picked me up early this morning and took me to the airport after Wayne got back.”

“And did he know…?”

“Mrs Wicks snitched on you, as soon as he arrived home, but I explained what happened.”

“I guess that explains why he didn’t lecture me this morning.”

You gave him a small smile, before asking him, “How’s your hangover?”

“A little better. I’m sorry for puking on your shoes,” he replied, causing you to roll your eyes, as you giggled.

“It’s okay. They’re clean now, with help from Lottie.”

Suddenly, the pilot started making an announcement over a tannoy, in regards to the plane taking off shortly.

After everyone had put on their seatbelts, you turned to Eddie, after he called your name, gaining your attention.

“Yes, Eddie?” You asked.

“About Lottie…you should know, I’m not attracted to her-“

“I know,” you interjected. “She told me that you were keen on me. And she also made it abundantly clear that you weren’t her type.”

Eddie lightly chuckled, before asking you, “So…are we…okay?”

You smiled, as you took his hand into yours, before telling him, “Yeah, we are.”

Eddie smiled back, before lifting your hand and kissed the back of it.

As you lowered it back down, you began to confess, “Eddie, after I thought about going with you guys, I had thought about…us.”

Eddie gulped, nervous about what you were going to say, as you exhaled, before telling him, “I do…want to be with you, and I thought I was ready, but…I think that I still need more time. I know that Steve said I should get with you before someone else takes you-“

“Sweetheart.”

You stopped talking, as Eddie told you, “It’s okay, I can wait. And don’t listen to Harrington…I haven’t got my eye on anyone else right now, so…we can take it slow, whenever you’re ready.”

“Really?”

Eddie nodded, before replying, “Really.”

You smiled as you rested your head on his shoulder, waiting for the plane to take off.

Neither of you weren’t sure what the future held for you both, but Eddie had hope that one day, you would be ready to be his.

#stranger things au #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader

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madelynraemunson · 4 months

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HAPPY NEW YEAR MY DEAR FRIENDS 💌🥂

as we leave 2023 behind, i would just like to thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for holding space for me, for fangirling over joe and his characters with me (specifically a rambunctious lil metal head that we all know and love), indulging in some spicy smut with me, and for sharing hilarious memes onto the tl that have me gasping for air from laughing too hard.

i would also like to thank you all for the love and support of my first baby, call me what you want. i was in a very dark place when i released it, so bonding with new online friends over eddie/st/fanfiction has brought such joy and comfort to my heart.

cant wait to see what the new year brings, i love you all 💌

Maddy ✨

special shoutouts:

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#happy new year #thank you #stranger things #stranger things fandom #Eddie munson fandom #Joseph quinn fandom

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loveronlineee · 2 years

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Being a Freak 101 Part 1 (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist All Parts

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader! Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Y/N asks Eddie to team up with him for a prank. She’s unsure if he’ll do it. Little does she know, Eddie’s already crushing on her

Y/N notes: none

Heyoooo! This is a lil intro part to a series idea I have. Let me know if you want me to continue it!

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“Yo Munson!” Y/N shouted as she approached the Hellfire table.

“Miss L/N! To what do I owe the pleasure?” Eddie smirked. He watched the popular cheerleader sit down with the nerds, cocking his head to the side.

“Okay here’s the deal. Some of the other cheerleaders dared me to trick you into dressing like a jock, but I’ve got a better prank to pull on them. You in?” Eddie’s smile widened at the idea.

He had barely ever talked to Y/N but there was always an unspoken respect between the two despite their opposing social groups.

He would catch her hiding her laughter whenever he made an attention grabbing outburst. She would spot him only clapping at her parts in the cheer sequence the rare times he was around for them. Whenever they walked passed each other in the hallway, there was a secret nod to silently say hello.

And now here she was, finally speaking one on one with him. It was the first time he had had the chance to see her up close. She was pretty, this he already knew, but there was an air of mischief about her that the other cheerleaders could only dream of having. That sparkle in her eyes that made Eddie trust her instantly.

“And how do I know this isn’t actually a prank on me?” Eddie asked. He was already putty in her hands but he’d stretch this conversation out for as long as he could.

“Hear me out and see if you can find a loophole.” She quickly replied. Eddie grinned.

“Okay. Shoot.”

“You turn me into a metal head.”

“You? Preppy, upper middle class, cheerleader Y/N L/N. A metal head?”

“You’re the only one who could do it Munson. Come on. Imagine the look on their faces.” She grinned. Eddie had never seen a girl with such mischief. It was practically emanating off of her in waves, seeping into his brain and occupying his thoughts with images of her playful smile.

“Alright L/N. I’m in.” Eddie calmly replied. He could see the excitement the cheerleader was holding back.

“Okay great. I’m gonna walk back to my table now and tell them I was just saying hi to begin my plan. Pretend to be enamoured with me as I leave~.” Y/N joked. But Eddie didn’t need to pull out his acting skills for this one.

He was already falling for her.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #reader x Eddie Munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #st eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #stranger things season four #stranger things x reader #reader x stranger things #stranger things #stranger things imagine

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munson-blurbs · 7 months

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trapped under ice chapter 18 drops monday, october 2 at 5pm EDT! single dad!eddie x fem!reader enemies-to-lovers slowburn

eddie pic credit to @eddiemunsonsmum

taglist (now closed):

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harringtons-cupid · 1 year

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Just wanna be yours -BFB! Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Part 03

★ Best Friends brother! Eddie Munson x Fem!reader. ★

W.C: 3.4k

Warnings: (18+) - Angst: Car accident, hospital descriptions, infidelity? smut: fingering, cunnilingus, face riding, blowjob, unprotected sex, creampie. Fluff: Flirting, slight hand holding, exchanged glances, kissing.

Based on a few things, 1) A storm that occured over the past few days, 2) my car accident in September 2021 and finally 3) Better man, the very first night by Taylor Swift

Tagged: @munsonsbaby @pleasantlycrazyworld @bisexual-byers @wroteclassicaly @urlbitchin@moonchildquinn @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @joejoequinnquinn @86munsonsblog @luna-munson83 @nojerama1996 @harringtons-hellfire @mcbeanzontoast @nojerama1996 @sw34terw34ther @siriuslysmoking

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The images of Eddie and his “girlfriend” flashed through your mind for days on end, you didn’t sleep or eat properly.

The feeling of betrayal seeped through your body as you heard his voice in the basement, not wanting to give him the time of day since. You slipped out of the door before he could pull you in to a conversation, your music blared through your earphones today as you rushed to school.

It was raining heavily, completely coating you in damp as you mumbled along to your music. The rain distracted your tears from sight as cars whizzed past, you didn’t hear the sound of a horn behind you until you noticed a shadow behind you.

Sighing you tried your best to ignore it until you realised that the vehicle had slowed down beside you. Shrugging you turned to look at the person in the car, cursing yourself as his eyes met yours.

“Get in” He called across to you, rain was coating his passenger seat.

Shaking your head, you walked on quickly. Hoping to deter him from your direction but he persevered until his van stopped in front of you, giving you no other way to get around him.

“Fuck” you screamed into the wind as you angrily moved closer to his car, your body drenched from the rain as you pulled opened the door.

Stuffing your Walkman into your rucksack, you sat uncomfortably facing away from him in his car. He drove off once he knew you were safe, the silence was loud as the rain continued to fall onto the windscreen.

Eddie’s visibility was destructed as a tree fell further down the road unbeknownst to you both, the moment he took his off the road to look at you. His car came in contact with the tree, the look of fear plastered across his face as you both felt the car begin to flip over onto its side.

“Eddie” you heard yourself scream, your hand desperately reaching out to grasp him just before your head hit the headrest and everything black.

You were both brought in together, the paramedics had found you both with your hands entangled together, fracturing both your wrists. Eddie woke up hours before you, his heart dropping at the sight of you. The voice of your brother filled the hospitals halls, he sounded worried and angry as he swung the doors open.

“What the fuck were you doing with my sister alone?” His voice grew louder as edged closer to Eddie’s hospital bed.

His hands on either side of his body, shaking him softly as tears fell down his cheeks. He began to cry, your body stirred into the bed next to them both.

“I’m sorry, I saw her walking down the road and picked her up. I’m sorry” Eddie’s voice was cracking as your brother lifted his head up to look at him.

“You’re sorry? She could have died!” He laughed halfheartedly, shooting him a dirty look.

Practically shouting at him, a mixture of sadness and anger flashed through his eyes. Pushing him aggressively, as your voice croaked next to the bed. His attention was instantly diverted as he rushed to your side, forgetting about the awkward exchange with Eddie.

He stroked your hair out your face, smiling at you with a worried expression on his face. His voice was quiet and gentle as he asked if you were okay, kissing you forehead before taking your hand as he sat down. Eddie watched from afar as you incoherntly mumbled some words to your brother, at that moment the nurse entered the room. Loudly announcing that Eddie was able to be discharged from the hospital, he took one last look at you before exiting the room.

Trying to sit up suddenly, as you searched the room at the noise of the door swinging shut. Not realising that Eddie had been in the room with you, from the affects of the drugs you felt yourself get agitated by being stuck in bed. Needing to see Eddie.

Thrusting against the plastic tubes that were stuck inside your body, your brothers worried eyes as he watched you begin to cry.

“Is Eddie okay?’’ your hoarse and choked up voice spoke quietly, searching your brother’s face for answers.

“Eddie is just fine, darling. You should get some rest, you’ll be allowed home soon” he smiled at you, stroking your hair softly until you felt yourself drift off into sleep.

Hours later you awoke, the dazed smile plastered across your face as you stared up at your brother, he was reclining in the uncomfortable hospital chair reading his current book. The sunlight from the open window was highlighting his hair, placing down his book as he noticed that you were finally awake.

“How did you sleep my darling?” his voice was calm as he reached over to open the curtains to further expose the sun.

You told him all about your vivid dream, laughing together as you sat up further into the sun until the nurse entered the room. Informing you both that you were able to be discharged on a few conditions. After signing the necessary documents, your brother slowly wheeled you out of the hospital where the rays of sunlight basked your face. Still slightly dazed, you drifted off to sleep in his passenger seat on the way home from the hospital. Eddie reappeared in your dreams, startling you awake in fear as your brother arrived at your house.

The weekend crept by, you spent most of your time in your room. Your friends came round with treats and flowers as get well soon presents but the only person you wanted to see hadn’t called round the house since the incident. You sat staring at the door, waiting to hear his voice downstairs, your brother came to check on you many times but your mind never shifted from Eddie.

He sat at the end of your bed as you ate the soup and bread that he made for you, wanting to care for you.

“What’s the matter darling?’’ his voice was calm and soft as he played with a tassel of his pjamas, his focus shifting between that and you.

“I just want to know whether, Eddie is okay” your cheeks flushed red, you stared down at your soup. Hoping his reaction wouldn’t be too disastrous, but he smiled softly at you.

“Let’s go see him, i need to applogise to him anyway’’ he stood up, taking your food away from you. Nodding at you before the door closed behind you, lightly laughing as he listened to your happy squealing inside your room.

You didn’t realise that your brother knew about your crush on Eddie, you thought that you were very subtle. What your brother didn’t know was that you had actually slept with Eddie, that it was more than a crush to you. On the night of the incident, when your brother had gone home to grab your clothes.

Eddie had awoken to your nightmares, the loud mumbling of your voice calling his name startled him. He ripped off the cords that kept his body hydrated and rushed to your side, waking you up from your slumber to find him stroking your hair and shushing you back to sleep. Your tears soaked his gown as you cried from both sadness and reassurance, you mumbled ‘’what about your girlfriend’’ between tears but he squeezed you tighter and mumbled back “this isn’t about her, this is about us’’.

When your brother arrived back at the hospital the next morning, you were alone in your hospital bed and Eddie was in his but he sensed something was different. To this day, he never figured out that maybe, just maybe that was sparks ignited again between you both.

You thought of that night, wondering if it was just from sleep deprivation or it actually happened.

As you sat in your brothers car, your body bubbled with nerves as you edged closer and closer to Eddie’s trailer. Waiting patiently in the car as your brother went inside the trailer, for your sake he wanted to check that he was alone. He knew that you would be distraught, if his ‘girlfriend’ was there.

Eddie came out alone, helping you out the car as you both sat on his wooden outdoor table. It was cool and uncomfortable but being able to smell him made it barable. His hair blew in the wind as he lit a cigarette, it illuminating his facial features as you stole a glance at him before directing your attention down to your fingers.

“I’m glad you’re okay’’ He broke the silence after a long exhale, directing the smoke away from your face.

“I’m glad you are too’’ you moved your hands to support your weight, placing them next to your thighs.

His hand slid closer to yours, your fingers slightly touching behind you both when your brother swung the caravan door open. Loudly exhaling, he had a big joint in his mouth as he joined you both. Not noticing the closeness between you both, not seeing your fingers slightly interlocking as you both lent back on the table.

Your breath was hitched as he moved up the bench to allow your brother to sit next to him, his hand slipped on top of yours. His shoulders hitting yours, you could smell him just as much as you could when he held you that night.

Your brother didn’t join you at the table to begin with, he pranced around as he continued to exhale heavily. Watching the clouds above, leaving you and Eddie alone for a few seconds.

“Thank you for looking after me that night” you whispered, his hands were still on yours as he looked at you. Taking your breath away, the light made his eyes sparkle.

“I’d do anything for you” he matched your energy as he leant forward to whisper it gently in your ear, watching as you shivered at his closeness.

He smirked, his attention turning to your brother who roughly plonked himself at the end of the bench. Passing the joint to Eddie, who took one toke before handing it back. He didn’t like being too high around you, something about not wanting to miss how beautiful you were.

Your brother finished his joint before mumbling about needing to lie down, making you both laugh as you listened to him collapse on the sofa inside. Eddie’s face had already edged closer to yours, biting your lip as you tried to your best not to look at him. You knew that if you did, you wouldn’t be able to resist kissing him.

Pointing towards the clouds above, trying to shift Eddie’s focus. It worked for a second, before Eddie’s fingers touched your chin and turned your head towards his. Pushing your lips onto his, he kissed you passionately in the silence as the wind picked up, he pulled you as close as he could without tangling your bodies together.

Your hands shakily moved from on top of his, needing to touch his skin again as you kissed him back. A soft moan escaped your mouth as you picked up the pace, feeling hungry for his kiss as he moved with you. Your cheeks grew wet, not realising that you were crying.

With every movement, your cheeks fell fast and hotter against your skin. Wishing that you could kiss him without securay, without worrying about the girl he was seeing, without your heart breaking into pieces.

Pulling yourself away from him abruptly, you wiped your face and lips as you tried to stop yourself from crying but this caused you to cry even more. Feeling pathetic next to him, as his hand touched your back and stroked you softly again. His touch soothed you, the simple movement of his ringed fingers against your back was something you had become used to throughout the years but this time it felt different.

“I don’t know how much of this I can take Eddie” you choked, moving away from him. Feeling his hand slip off your back as you stood up, at the same time your brother appeared from inside.

“Darling, we should head home. I need to rest, Eds you can come over later to practice and chill yeah?’’ your brother mumbled and waved in Eddie’s direction, who nodded in reply.

Eddie looked at you, your brother was already in the car when he reached out for your hand. His eyes were almost pleading for you to say something else but the words didn’t leave his mouth and he felt your hand slip out of his grasp as you walked towards the car. Your brother was preoccupied with his music to notice you both, your eyes stared on Eddie as the glass shielded you.

Your heart was breaking as you rushed upstairs away from your brother, falling onto your bed as you felt yourself crumble into tears. The image of Eddie looking at you like that, like he was loosing something so precious to him.

Screaming into your pillow in annoyance as the thoughts ‘what does he want from me’ fluttered around in your mind, your brother was asleep when you heard the doorbell ring at the front door. Tear stained cheeks, you stumbled down the stairs to open the door. Much to your surprise, Eddie was stood in front of you.

His hands were instantly on your, stroking your skin as you were drawn to let him. Muttering to him if he wanted refreshments, only to be cut off by his lips once again meeting yours. Picking you up with his weight, you both stumbled up the stairs as he kissed you. Laughing together as he tripped over his own feet at the edge of your bedroom door, your mixed feelings were hidden as he kissed your exposed skin.

You were lying on your bed as his hands fumbled across each bit of material, ripping off your top and your bra to expose your tits. Moaning into your nipples as he sucked them gently, kissing down your body until he reached the verge of your underwear pausing for a moment to look up at you. Watching to see your reaction, your hips bucking towards his face in desperate smirking again he tugged onto the fabric until they slipped down your ankles.

Practically licking his lips, he moaned before lightly licking your clit causing you to shudder and buck your hips against his tongue. His moans vibrated throughout your body as he picked up his rthyym, his hands placed firmly under your cheeks, using his strength to lift you up to his mouth, Allowing you to ride his face, reaching for a pillow you muffled your moans that you were unable to hide.

You thought about this moment since the first time you were with him, you were so wet that as he pursed his lips together around your clit you knew that you could any second. There was something about Eddie that made you so weak, you begged for his cock between the pillow.

He chuckled as he tugged aggressively against your clit, feeling your legs shake between his arms. Continuing until you were unable to hold it in any longer, forcing the pillow harder against your face as you came hard into his mouth. Your moans were loud as your body shook, he didn’t lift his head until you were cumming for the second time.

His fingers slid inside your wet and sensitive cunt, feeling them instantly slip inside. He curled them reaching your pulsating soft spot for a few moments before you whined once more for his cock, knowing you were needy and desperate. You watched as he hovered over you, the sound of his metal belt unbuckling was music to your ears.

Roughly throwing the pillow onto the floor, he moved closer to your mouth not needing to say anything your jaw dropped open. Your mouth was wet, all ready for him to use, extending your tongue out as he placed his thick hot cock inisde your hole.

His moans started off slow and quiet as your tongue played with his tip but they grew louder and heavy as you closed your hole around his cock. Your hand reaching up to stroke his cock with what remainder you couldn’t fit inisde your hole, his hands found their way to your throat and squeezed softly. Feeling you struggle against his cock, he shudded.

Holding the position for as long as he could last before practically ripping himself out your mouth and roughly spreading your legs apart until they hurt. Your mouth still tasting of him, licking your lips as you gazed at him. Watching his eyes as you felt him slide inside you, his fat cock filling you up.

His lips met yours to muffle both your moans, your bed creaked softly again as he began to speed up inside you. Slipping in and out of your hot throbbing cunt, hitting your soft spot over and over until the sensation became too overwhelming for you to handle. He slow his speed down, allowing you catch your breath for a moment.

In the midst of the heat and passion, his eyes were filled of concern as his cock stayed still inside you. He slid out of you, extending that second before he aggressively flipped you over and moved you so that your ass was arched in the air. Watching you breath heavily as you felt him slid back inside you, he thrusted slowly against your walls.

Your moans were muffled into the bed as he suddenly stopped, you knew that he was close. You tried your hardest not to move but something compelled you to move, until your hips were grinding against his cock. Making him moan loudly into your room, his eyes closing shut quickly at the pleasure.

He stayed still as your cunt rolled his cock over and over inside you, his body shuddered as your hands pulled him closer to you. Meeting his lips as you continued to roll over him, you heard him mumble against your lips “god baby you’re going to make me cum” making you smirk against his lips. You mumbled back to him as you sped up, “what if I want you too” you panted heavily against the bed sheets.

His hands gripped onto your skin as you did nothing but speed up, his body shuddered on top of you. His moans were hot and heavy in your ear, as his body slumped down as you felt his cock twitch inside you. Only giving you more power, your body was arched moving quickly as thick hot cum spurted inside you. Filling you up, until he slid out and spread your cheeks breathlessly.

“You are so fucking hot” he stuttered as he watched it drip out of you, smirking as you winked at him.

He pulled you closer to him, tickling your body as he listened to you squeal in both discomfort and delight at the feeling of his naked body next to yours. Gazing up at him, your eyes scanned each others faces until he kissed you softly.

Noises from the landing startled you both, jumping apart. You pushed Eddie under the bed covers and grabbed a towel from your dirty clothes basket and wrapped it round you at the sound of your brothers voice. Gulping, you peered out of your bedroom door towards him.

“You okay darling? I thought I heard Eddie’s voice’’ he pondered, scanning your face.

You shrugged at him, sheepishly blushing between the shadows as you showed him bits of the towel behind the door. He matched your energy and began walking back towards his bedroom, you turned to Eddie with a hiss.

“Go now!” pointing at the window, as you body shook in terror.

Scrambling quickly, he pulled onto his clothes before you saw him turn to wink at you at your bedroom window.

“Catch you later baby” he grinned before dropping onto the windowsil below, you winced at the idea of him dropping onto the ground but the sound didn’t arrive.

The sound you did hear was your doorbell ringing once more, laughing to yourself you sat down on your bed as you listened to your brother stumble downstairs.

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