#st fluff

[theoreticslut]

「 jealousy, jealously 」

eddie munson x henderson!fem reader

summary: you were a part of hellfire long before your brother and his friends got to high school, yet they fit right into the club while you get pushed aside. 

requested: no

word count: 6.4k

warnings: light angst, jealousy, brief arguing/raised voices, lots of fluff, kissing, fake gagging, few curse words

a/n: i apparently can’t write short fics for eddie, but i don’t think anyone is complaining about it. plus, i think the fics are freaking adorable & i’m highkey kinda proud of them. so i hope you continue enjoying them, as i’ve got plenty of ideas for him with more coming daily. if you’ve got an idea you’d like done (for eddie or any other st character) feel free to send it my way & i’ll give it a go. also, i couldn’t think of a better title than this, but the actual fic has no purposeful inpsiration from the olivia rodrigo song. i hope you enjoy it regardless! Xx

Part 2 out now!

You groan as you see your brother and his friends make their way through the cafeteria towards you. Knowing it was their first day of high school, you had no doubt they’d try to sit with you. It’s not that you don’t want them to, but you’re terrified that they’ll embarrass you in front of your long-standing crush and dungeon master.

It had been a few months into your freshman year of high school when the small group of friends you’d found yourself in started ranting about how weird and creepy the Hellfire club - and their leader, Eddie Munson - was. You didn’t quite hold the same opinions, though, since you’d been playing the game for a few years by then. In fact, you had only recently given it up when the friend you played with moved towns.

It was during one of your free periods when their ranting became a bit annoying to you. You had started correcting and fact-checking them, forgetting that Eddie shared the study hall with you. You never even gave it a thought that he could hear the four of you talking until he stopped you at your locker after that period - the day, luckily, being over.

He wanted to know how you knew so much about the game which is when you admitted you had played. Of course that knowledge completely floored him. 

When he was able to pull himself back together, though, he offered for you to join them at lunch the following day to meet the group and see if you wanted to become their newest member. You agreed, and within the week found yourself a permanent part of hellfire with your own shirt and everything.

It’s been two and a half years since then and you were still a part of the group, happily devoting your Thursday evenings to play the game. Within these past couple years and all the Thursdays you’ve spent in his presence, though, you found yourself falling hard for Eddie.

It’s nearly impossible not to when he’s so charismatic and funny. Not to mention how kind, passionate, and beautiful he is. You’d swear he was a fucking angel, regardless of the image he tries to portray.

“Y/n! Can we sit here with you? Please?” You hear your brother almost beg, catching your attention as your heart starts to race.

You’ve never mentioned to the group that you have a younger brother, especially not a younger brother that also plays D&D. You knew they’d want to be introduced to him, and you fear that he'd slowly come to replace you in the group.

“Who’re these kids?” Eddie questions, hands clasped in front of his face as he looks between you and the three younger boys standing behind you.

“Uh, Dustin, here, is my brother.” You start, nodding towards him as he smiles.

“A-and these are his friends, Mike and Lucas.” 

“A young Henderson…hmm? Tell me, do you guys play?” Eddie asks the three boys, catching them off guard, their mouths opening and closing as they figure out how to answer.

“They do. They’ve been playing for a few years.” You answer for them, motioning for them to just sit down.

“Thank you.” Mike and Lucas mouth, having sat on the same side of the table as you with Dustin.

You sigh, smiling lightly as you nod to them. Of course you don’t want to upset Eddie, but you’re also not going to leave your brother and his friends to fend for themselves.

Wanting to move on, you take a bite of your lunch, hoping that Eddie leaves the topic of the boys joining you alone. Having known him for three years, though, you should know that he can’t.

“You’ve never mentioned having a brother, Henderson.” He comments, and you can practically feel his eyes on you as you stare at your food.

“The topic never really came up.” 

“Not even when I’ve mentioned wanting to find new members?” He lightly smirks, curious as to why you’d keep such a thing secret. 

Surely you realize how great having a brother that plays D&D is? Within the year most of you will be graduating, and he needs someone to pass the dungeon master title on to. Your younger brother and his friends just starting high school couldn’t be a better option.

“Figured you’d find him and his friends soon enough anyways.” you comment, still not looking up to the curly-haired adonis.

“Hmm, well they’ve saved me the work of searching them out by coming over here. Welcome to hellfire, boys.” 

“Wait, you’re just letting them join?” Gareth questions.

“Yeah. You’ve seen Henderson play. If they know her then they’ve got to be good.” Eddie smiles, making your cheeks flush.

“They’re good, but not on my account.” You mumble.

“Nonsense. Still can’t believe you wouldn’t tell us about them before now, though.” 

“How come you haven’t, y/n? I mean, you talk about them all the time.” Dustin asks, before taking a bite of his food. 

At his statement, the rest of the group seem to perk up, curious to know what you say about each of them. 

“I do not. I’ve only mentioned the club a few times.” You huff, feeling your cheeks heat up a bit more.

“Only a few times to mom and I, but I hear you on the phone with your friend talking about them every week.”

“First off, why’re you even listening to me on the phone? Secondly, the only reason I talk about the club is because I’m updating her on my life.” 

“Got a rather boring life then.” Dustin quips and you simply gawk at him, not believing him right now as a few surprised chuckles leave the rest of the boys.

“Shut up and eat, Dustin. No one asked for your input.” 

You watch him shrug before turning to Mike and Lucas while you stick to staring at your food, feeling the group's eyes on you. It’s bad enough you’re the only girl in the group, you didn’t need them to know you talk about them on a weekly basis.

Little do you realize that Eddie can’t help but find himself smiling at this new side of you. He’s been intrigued by you ever since he first heard you correcting your friends back in your freshman year. He couldn’t believe that such a beautiful girl would play the game he loved.

Of course, after watching you play and just spending time with you during lunch, he’s found himself crushing on you, even if you still remained a bit of a mystery to him. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you of his feelings, though. Not once in the three years he’s known you.

Hearing that you talk about the club, though, makes his heart race. You really enjoy their company so much that you’d talk about them to a friend? It’s insane to him, and yet it makes him feel giddy. He can’t help but wonder what you’ve said - about the club or about him.

~.~

“Lauren, I’m telling you! For as long as I’ve been a part of the club, my brother joins and suddenly that’s all they care about. They all like my brother and his friends better than me.” You sigh, turning onto your back as you stare at the ceiling.

“I highly doubt that, y/n. I’m sure it’s just that your brother and his friends are still new.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Laur. I mean, it’s not like I really bring anything to the group.”

“Y/n, you’re the only girl.”

“That doesn’t mean anything though.” You almost whine. 

You hate to admit it, but you’ve been feeling left out of the club ever since your brother and his friends joined a few months ago. You had the feeling that this would happen, even though you hoped it wouldn’t.

It’s not like you really bring anything to the group, though, now that you’ve introduced Dustin, Lucas, and Mike to the club. Your character isn’t super powerful or helpful or anything. You’re not the best roller. You’re just there...seemingly wasting space.

“Pretty sure it does. I mean, the way you’ve talked about…what’s his name, Eddie?”

“What about him?”

“The way you’ve talked about him, it sounds like he likes you.”

“No. No, he doesn’t. I’m sure of that. He barely talks to me.” You sigh, rolling over onto your stomach as you bury your head into the pillows.

“Y/n, hon, boys are terrible at talking to the girls they like!” Lauren laughs, and you know she’s shaking her head at you.

“Not Eddie. He usually can’t stop flirting, and yet he doesn’t flirt with me. I don’t even think he’s ever actually called me by my name, Laur. I’m just...Henderson to him.”

“Maybe you make him nervous.”

“Me? Make him nervous? Laur, you’ve lost your mind!” You scoff, knowing you could never make a guy nervous. 

Guys don’t even notice you, for crying out loud. How can you make them nervous?

“I don’t make guys nervous. Guys don’t even notice me, Laur. I’m not you.”

“Okay, now you’re just being down on yourself and I’m not going to have that. If this Eddie guy can’t see how fucking amazing you are, then he just doesn’t deserve you. Alright?”

“Not alright. I want him to like me. Like, a lot.” You pout.

“I’m telling you he does. If I’m wrong then I’ll drive myself down there and let you have free go at me. How’s that?”

“You know I’d never do that to you, but I’m telling you that you’re wrong.”

“Sure, I like him, but I know it’s never going to happen.” You sigh, twirling the cord as you stare at your bedspread, still laying on your stomach.

“What’s never going to happen?” You hear Dustin ask, making you jump and drop the phone.

“Dustin, get out of my room!”

“But it’s time to go! We’re going to be late if we don’t leave, y/n, and I don’t want to upset Eddie by being late.” He rambles, and all you can do is roll your eyes.

“Fine. Go get in the car. I’ll be right down.”

“Don’t forget that we’re picking up Mike and Lucas. And don’t forget your folder!”

“I won’t. Now go.” You groan, rolling back onto your stomach and grabbing the phone.

“I’m sorry, Laur. I’ve got to go.” 

“Time to go see your man, huh?” She teases and you roll your eyes, attempting to fight back a blush.

“He’s not my man. Never will be. I’ll call you later, though, okay?” 

“You better! Love you.”

With a ‘love you’ of your own you hang up the phone and roll off of your bed. Grabbing your backpack and a sweater, you slip your shoes on before grabbing your keys and leaving the room.

You really kind of hope tonight’s game goes by quickly, not wanting to be in Eddie’s presence longer than necessary.

~.~

Eddie can’t help but frown as he watches you tonight. He’s been noticing how you’ve been seeming more and more down, almost seeming to pull into yourself and away from the group this past month.

You’ve been quiet lately, which isn’t terribly out of character for you, but it seems different than normal. You don’t quite have that same brightness to you that Eddie’s come to look forward to each day.

“Henderson, is everything alright?”

At his voice you’re pulled from your thoughts, turning to look at the beautiful, curly-haired man that makes your heart race and palms sweat.

“Mhm. Fine.” You hum, nodding and sending a small smile in his direction.

“You’re sure?”

“Mhm.”

As you hum, you turn your attention back to your clasped hands on the table as you zone back out to Dustin and the rest of the group chattering around you.

“Little Henderson, is something up with your sister?” you hear Eddie question as he turns his attention to your brother. 

“Unbelievable.” You huff, shaking your head and crossing your arms as you slump back in your chair.

“Excuse me?” 

“Nothing. Never mind.” You mumble, staring at the table in front of you as you chew on the inside of your cheek.

All you did was zone out for a moment. You don’t understand why he’d have to ask Dustin what’s wrong when that’s all you did. It’s not like he’s ever actually taken notice of your emotions before to know that something is wrong.

“I think she’s upset about a guy.” Dustin speaks up after a moment and you can’t help but scowl at him, brows furrowed in shocked anger.

“A guy?” Eddie questions, almost seeming surprised.

“Yeah.” 

“It’s not about a guy, Dustin. Maybe try keeping your head out of my business.” You retort, jaw tensing in anger.

“But you were saying something about liking someone and how it’s not going to happen.”

“And I told you to stop listening in on me when I’m on the phone.” 

“Then what’s wrong?” Dustin questions, seeming like he genuinely wants to know which irritates you slightly. Why does he have to be so caring when you’re trying to be angry with him?

“Doesn’t matter.” you state, wanting the conversation to be over.

“Yes, it does.”

“If I wanted to tell you, Dustin, I would. Just leave it.” 

“G-guys, can we…can we get playing again?” You hear Mike stutter out and you let out a deep breath.

“Yeah. Sorry for getting off topic. Let’s play.”

“Are you going to be alright to play?” Eddie questions, looking you over, seemingly studying your body language.

He’s never seen you upset before, and he can’t help but wonder what’s going on. It’s not like you to be angry and short with others. Not when he’s always seen you as the happy, upbeat one of the group. 

Could it be a guy like Dustin suggested? Or is it just that you’re not feeling well? Either way he can’t help but want to know.

“I’ll be fine. Let’s just get this going again.” you answer, not bothering to look at anyone but rather as the table and your hands. 

“Henderson-“ Eddie starts, but you quickly cut him off, taking him by surprise at the sheer frustration coming from you.

“Do you not want me playing right now? I said I’ll be fine. Believe me, will you?” 

“Alright. Where were we?”

You let out a breath as you all slowly get back to the game, although you can feel the tenseness of the air still lingering. Attempting to ignore it, you force yourself to focus on what Eddie and everyone else is saying, hoping to god the campaign isn’t much longer.

~.~

Taking your seat at the lunch table, you feel Gareth and Jeff’s eyes on you. It’s like they’re not sure how to talk to you, almost afraid that you’re still as touchy as you were last night during the game.

“I’m not going to bite your heads off, you know.” You comment, not bothering to look up at them as you shove a forkful of food into your mouth.

“You’re sure?” Gareth questions, eyes wider than normal as he still seems cautious.

“Mhm. I just wasn’t feeling great last night.”

“Okay. You’ve just…never been like this.” He states and you know he’s not wrong. Ever since you first joined the club you’ve been quiet and almost demure, not wanting to create any issues. 

You shrug, acknowledging his statement, but leave it unanswered. There’s not really anything to say to that. Not when the entire reason for your irritation is kind of embarrassing and childish.

The two of them don’t seem to mind though, going back to talking amongst themselves as you eat in silence, waiting for everyone else to join the table.

It’s not like anything really changes once everyone is there. They all chat amongst themselves while you keep to yourself, only giving short replies when talked to. You simply eat in silence as you let yourself fall into your thoughts, not wanting to make the atmosphere tense like you had last night.

No one seems to mind, though. At least you don’t think they do. Not until Eddie slides into the empty desk next to yours in your shared study hall at the end of the day.

“Hey, Henderson.” He greets, voice lowered so as to not get yelled at by the teacher or to potentially get on your bad side.

“Hey.” 

“What’s…what’s going on lately?”

“What do y’mean?”

“You’ve been quieter than usual. Not as happy either.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about Eddie.” You mumble, not wanting to share what’s been going on.

“No? See, I think you know exactly what I’m talking about. Something’s bothering you.” 

“So what if there is? I’m not telling you unless I want to.” 

At your reply, Eddie simply sighs, and you can’t help but feel a little rude. It’s not like he’s done anything, it’s just your stupid thoughts and feelings getting in the way.

“Alright then. I’m not going to push for an answer. I just...I need to know that whatever it is won’t be interfering with the campaign.” 

“It won’t be. Not from here on out.”

“Here on out?”

“I’m quitting the club. Been thinking about it for a while now.” You admit, watching his face fall at your words.

“Henderson-“

“It’s y/n, Eddie.“

As the words leave your lips, the bell rings to signal that the day is finally over. Without hesitating a second, you’re up from your seat and walking away, leaving Eddie confused and scrambling to catch up to you.

“Y/n?” He calls, chasing you from the classroom and towards the doors, not caring that he needed to stop at his locker.

You see Dustin, Lucas, and Mike waiting by the trash can at the edge of the parking lot, and you sigh. You really can’t wait to get home.

“Y/n?! What’s brought this on? Why do you wanna leave the club?” Eddie calls as he continues to follow you towards the parking lot.

“You’re leaving hellfire?” Dustin questions, him and the other two boys having heard Eddie.

“Just get in the car, Dustin.”

“But you’re leaving hellfire?! You can’t just do that!” 

“Exactly! Why’re you trying to leave?” Eddie questions, panting lightly as he finally catches up to you at your car.

“I’m not trying to leave, Eddie. I am leaving. I don’t want to be a part of it anymore. Sorry.”

“No. You can’t just leave. We haven’t finished the campaign yet.”

“You’ll figure out how to continue it without me, I’m sure.”

Of course he’d just be upset about the game getting messed up and not about you actually leaving. Why would he care when he’s still got Little Henderson there? 

“I’ll return my shirt next week.” You state, moving to get into the car.

“Th-that’s not necessary. Hold onto the shirt. Keep it for memory’s sake, I mean.”

“If that’s what you want.” 

Eddie nods, watching you, seeming as if he wants to say something else but he can’t bring himself to.

“Is that everything?” You question, wanting nothing more than to leave.

“Yeah...Yeah, I guess. I’ll see you around?” 

“Yeah. See you around. Come on now, Dustin.”

“You two need rides?” You question Mike and Lucas, almost seeming to ignore Eddie as you get in the car. They shake their heads and you nod, closing your door as you wait for Dustin to do the same.

Soon as he does, you’re putting the car in reverse and backing out as you had already started it. You really didn’t want to be there any longer than you already had been.

As you pull out of the parking lot, though, you can feel Dustin wanting to ask questions, but he seems scared to anger you, so he stays quiet. His questions simply swirling around his head, instead.

~.~

“Wait, you did what now?!” Lauren questions, almost screaming into the receiver.

“I quit the club. I couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t.”

“But you enjoyed it.”

“I enjoyed it when I hadn’t been shoved to the background. I enjoyed it when I actually felt like a part of the club.” 

“So talk to them? You don’t just quit something because it stopped being fun.”

“I think that’s precisely what you do when a club stops being fun, Laur. Besides, it’s not like they miss me.” You huff, pulling your feet towards your body as you lay on your stomach, softly kicking them in the air.

It’s been just about a month since you quit the club, and while it saddens you a little, you’ve also felt the tiniest bit of relief. You don’t have to try so hard to keep your crush on Eddie hidden anymore. You don’t have to spend every lunch period listening to the guys talk about whatever it is they do while you sit to the side. You don’t have to feel like the outcast in the group of outcasts. 

Sure you miss playing the game, but it’s not the end of the world. You’ve found other things to keep yourself preoccupied. Mostly just listening to music and doing your homework, but you’ve found yourself picking up art as a hobby as the days dragged on, slowly starting to fill and old sketchbook you’ve had lying around.

~.~

“It’s still so weird that y/n isn’t here.” Gareth comments as the boys watch you sit at a different table once again. They don’t know why, but they keep hoping this has just been some kind of nightmare and that any day you’ll actually sit back down with them. It just doesn’t make sense why you’d leave them all so abruptly. 

“Yeah. It is.” Jeff agrees, sighing as they see a smile form on your face with a laugh falling out right after. It’s been way too long since any of them have seen you like this, and it kind of hurts.

“She still wears her shirt a lot.” Dustin informs, looking at the older boys - Eddie included - as they watch you.

“She does?” Eddie questions, the bit of knowledge somehow lifting him up a little.

He hated hearing you say you were quitting, and he hated it even more when Monday came around the week after and you didn’t sit with them. Nearly three years you had sat by his side and suddenly you weren’t there anymore. It felt beyond wrong, but he didn’t know what to do to fix it, if there even was anything that he could do.

“Yeah. She seems to wear it all the time now. I’m honestly not sure when the last time was that she didn’t wear it.”

Eddie nods, smiling lightly at the thought. He can’t help but wonder if there’s anything different he could have done to keep you from leaving. Was it something he had said? Or done? Was it just him?

“She’s been acting weird since she left. I heard her on the phone the other day-“

“You really should stop that, Dustin.” Eddie pipes up, but the younger boy doesn’t seem to hear.

“She said something about how she couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine after mentioning to her friend that she quit.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. I’ve never known her to pretend about anything. I don’t know what she was talking about.”

“Because then she said something about enjoying the club when she felt like a part of it? She’s always been a part of it though.” Dustin continues, frowning as he eats his food.

He may not understand what you were talking about, but Eddie has a sinking feeling that he does. He really hopes he’s wrong though. 

He doesn’t want to admit that he was giving your brother and his friends more attention than he’s ever really gave you. It’s not that they’re better than you in any way, honestly. It’s just that they’re boys. 

He’s always hesitated in giving you attention during meetings or at lunch, because he didn’t want anyone to catch onto the crush he has on you. He was afraid that if Gareth or Jeff knew he liked you, that it’d make the atmosphere awkward. 

Even by keeping you at a distance, though, the two guys picked up on Eddie’s crush. It’s not in his character to be quiet or reserved in the slightest, so when they noticed how he constrained himself in conversation with you, they knew something was up.

Still, Eddie could never allow himself to act the same way with you like he does with Gareth and Jeff, and now your brother and his friends. He wanted you to like him, so he kept himself from being sarcastic and outspoken with you. Hearing Dustin talk though, Eddie has the suspicion that his plan may have backfired.

“Your sister still picks you up from the meetings, doesn’t she?” Eddie questions, already planning out what he wants to say to you when he can get you aside for a moment.

“No. Nancy’s been dropping me off or I’ve just been riding my bike.” 

“I’ll be driving you home tonight then.” 

“O-okay?!”

Eddie chuckles lightly at Dustin’s excitement, but he never takes his eyes off of you across the cafeteria. He needs to talk to you, and he’s hoping that tonight he can do just that.

~.~

“You know it ain’t easy, running out of thrills. You know it ain’t easy when you don’t know what you want.” 

You hum, laying on your bed as you listen to the drums, guitar, and vocals of Europe fill your room.

“What do you want?” You question, mirroring the song, your foot tapping against your bedspread as you close your eyes.

“Woah-oh-oh, you want to rock now, rock the night, ‘til early in the morning light. Rock now, rock the night.”

“Woah-oh, woah-oh, yeah!” You sing, smiling lightly. 

It’s been awhile since you’ve been able to just relax and enjoy listening to your music without worrying about homework or being late to hellfire. One of the plus sides of quitting the club - you finally get time just for yourself.

Hearing a knock on your door, you hum loud enough to acknowledge whoever is at the door.

“y/n? You’ve got a visitor.” Dustin calls, gently opening your door.

“Who?” You question, sitting up on your bed, nodding as Eddie comes into view behind Dustin.

“Oh…hi.”

“Hi. I-is it alright if I come in?” He questions, pausing in your doorway.

“Yeah, I guess so.” 

As he makes his way inside, you situate yourself in your bed so you’re comfortably sitting up.

“Do you…” 

At Eddie’s voice, you look up to see him questioning you about your door, going to close it before swinging it open.

“You can close it if you want. I don’t care.” 

He nods, softly shoving the door to close it, not quite giving it enough force to close all the way so there’s a little crack left open.

“So what’re you doing here?” You question him, watching him as he looks around, seeming a bit out of place with your soft white walls and contradicting decor.

While he may fit into the plethora of rock band posters covering your walls and the many records and cassettes you’ve got laying around, he doesn’t fit in with the florals and stuffed animals you’ve got elsewhere in your room.

“I, uh, I was hoping we could talk.”

“About what?”

You can’t help but chuckle as he spots the bralette hanging out of your dresser, you having been too lazy to tuck it back in earlier, and seems to pale in horror. For seeming so confident and cocky, he sure doesn’t look it being in a girl’s room.

“You can sit, you know.” You offer, motioning to the chair you’ve got in the corner of your room.

“Yeah, okay.” He mumbles, taking a few steps over towards the chair before sitting on the edge of the seat.

You watch as he takes in your room, fidgeting with his hands and rings as he does so. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was nervous to be here.

“What did you want to talk about?”

“Uh, well, w-we really miss you being in the club. G-gareth, Jeff, and I. I mean, s-so do the younger ones, but…”

“But you three miss me more?” You question, eyebrow cocking in disbelief.

“Well, yeah…yeah.”

“Okay.” You deadpan, not sure what he wants in reply to that. It’s nice to hear that they miss you, but it doesn’t really change anything.

A brief moment passes where you watch Eddie, waiting for him to say something else. Taking in his mannerisms and body language, you can’t remember a time when Eddie’s ever looked so nervous and unsure of himself.

“D-dustin was saying you felt left out? Of the club?” Eddie clarifies, drawing up just enough courage to look at you.

“He was listening to me on the phone again, wasn’t he?” 

“Y-yeah. I tried telling him to stop, but I don’t think he heard me.” he sighs, chuckling lightly in nerves as you shake your head.

“I don’t think he’ll ever stop, if I’m honest. He’ll be traumatized one day or another I’m sure.” You laugh, shaking your head at the thought as you smile.

“It’s true though? You…you felt left out?”

“Yeah. It’s dumb, I know, but you guys took so easily to Dustin, Lucas, and Mike.”

“I get it, they’re great kids, and they play D&D…but it’s like they didn’t even have to try to fit into the group.” You sigh, knowing it’s about time you share at least part of the problem.

“No. No, it’s not dumb. I’m sorry we made you - I made you - feel that way.” Eddie sighs, catching your line of sight in his, wanting you to realize how sincere he’s being.

He never wanted to make you feel left out, it’s just his stupid feelings that got in the way.

“It’s fine. It doesn’t matter anymore, anyways.” 

“It does matter, though. We’d - I’d - really like you to join the group again. It’s not the same without you there, y/n.”

“I’m sorry. I just, I really don’t think joining again would be good, though.” You admit, knowing that if you joined again you’d still just be upset that nothing will ever come from your crush on him.

“How come? I-is there something else that’s been bothering you about the club? I want you to feel welcome.”

“No. No, It’s nothing about the club, Eddie. There’s just a lot of things going on personally that’d make it hard.”

“That guy issue?”

“What?”

“Is it anything to do with that guy issue Dustin mentioned?” Eddie questions, and you can’t help but gawk at him.

“Does he not like you playing or something?”

“What? No.” you answer, shaking your head incredulously, wondering how Eddie got it into his head that you’d ever be wanted by someone. Has he never actually watched how other guys interact with you?

“Then what is it? Why won’t you come back to the club?”

“It doesn’t matter. I just...can’t. It’s better if I let you guys enjoy it yourselves.”

“It’s not better, though. We all want you back, y/n.”

“I’m sorry.” You sigh, not knowing what else you can say. 

A moment passes where neither of you say anything and you start to think that maybe you’re done talking. Before you can say anything of the sort though, Eddie’s asking a question.

“Tell me, is there anything I can do? Anything that would make you want to come back?”

“No…no, there’s nothing you could do, eddie, I promise y-“

“There must be.” He argues, wanting nothing more than to find something he can do to get you to come back. 

He misses you more than he thought possible, and he just needs there to be something - anything - he can do.

“There’s not, though.”

“How come?”

“What?”

“How come there’s nothing I can do? Are you just that dead set on not coming back? Even though we all miss you?”

“If I could, trust me that I would join the group again. I just, I can’t right now, Eddie. I’m sor-“

“Why can’t you?”

“Because…because of you.” You sigh, fed up with him pushing for an answer.

“Me?”

“You, Eddie. I can’t come back because of you. Because if I did then I’d just get all upset again because my heart is dumb and doesn’t know how to listen.” 

“What do you mean?”

You sigh, taking a deep breath as you look at him. You can’t seriously be getting ready to tell him this, but you are. You don’t see any other option right now.

“I like you, Eddie.” You sigh, fidgeting with your fingers.

“I like you, but you don’t like me. I mean, it’s obvious between you never talking to me or looking at me and how you’ve always called me Hender-“

You gasp, moaning lightly as you get cut off by a pair of lips on yours. Eddie was kissing you to shut you up.

At the realization you can’t help but panic, not understanding why he’d do this when he doesn’t like you. 

“Eddie!” 

“Fuck! I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just, you were rambling and saying I didn’t like you but I do! I do. I like y-“

It’s his turn to gasp and groan into the kiss as you pull him to your lips, one hand tightly grasped in the front of his shirt while the other drapes around his shoulders, holding him close to you.

As he realizes what’s happening, he relaxes into the kiss, his one hand coming up to caress your cheek as the other holds himself up on the bed.

It’s not until you’re both out of breath and gasping for air do you actually pull away from each other, your hand relaxing against his chest as he lowers his from your cheek.

“Woah.” He sighs, trying to catch his breath as he chuckles lightly, studying your face.

“Yeah.” You murmur, ghosting your fingers over your lips as if trying to remember if that actually just happened.

“Uhm, so I like you. If-if that wasn’t obvious.” He stutters and you chuckle, smiling at the curly-haired dork.

“I like you too.”

“I’m sorry I pushed you away. Made you feel left out when I was just too nervous to admit I liked you.”

“I’m sorry I got all moody and quit the club because I was jealous of my brother instead of just telling you how I felt.”

“So…does this mean you’ll come back?” He asks, hopeful, as he kneels in front of you.

“You’ll stop treating me differently?”

“Mhm. Trust me when I say there’ll be no pushing you away after that.” 

“Mm. Don’t be treating me specially either just because we kissed.” you lightly chuckle, cocking a brow as you chew on your lip to hold back the smile wanting to light up your face.

“Can I treat you differently if I ask you to be my girlfriend?” he questions, a wide, goofy smile filling his face as he looks at you.

A smile grows on your face at his sheer happiness, drawing a light chuckle from you as you reply to his question.

“Not during game play. We don’t wanna be unfair to the guys, do we?”

“Mm, you’re right. If I promise to not treat you specially during gameplay then will you be my girlfriend?” he asks, really wanting to hear you say yes. He’s only liked you for nearly three years, frequently imagining you as his girlfriend the entire time.

“I would really love for you to be my girlfriend, and I your boyfriend. It just. It sounds really nice.” 

“You ramble a lot. You know that?” You giggle, tucking some hair behind his ear as a blush dusts over his cheeks.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Sometimes.” You smile, biting your lip to keep from kissing him again.

“So…?”

“If you promise not to treat me specially during the game, then I’d love to be your girlfriend, Eddie.”

“Yeah?” He questions, as if he doesn’t believe that you’d agree.

“Yeah.”

With the word out of your mouth, his lips find yours again, pulling a chuckle from your body as he slowly lowers himself on top of you, pinning you against your mattress as he kisses you, one hand cupping your cheek as the other rests on your waist.

“Did you-ew!” You hear Dustin call from your doorway, fake gagging as he sees Eddie on top of you, effectively startling the man back into kneeling at the end of your bed.

“Did we what, dustin?” You ask, leaning around Eddie’s body to look at your brother still standing at your doorway, one hand plastered over his eyes.

“I wanted to see if you two had figured things out, but it seems like you did.”

“Yeah, we did, little henderson. Your sister is coming back to the club.” Eddie shares, smiling at you as he situates himself on the bed beside you, Dustin uncovering his eyes in excitement at the exact same time.

“Can you please get off of my sister?” he begs, shielding his eyes again as eddie places a soft kiss to your lips in his own happiness of you coming back to the club.

“But I like being close to my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?! You’re dating my sister?!” Dustin exclaims, a look of pure shock and disgust on his face.

“Is there a problem with it, Dustin?” You question, watching your brother almost seeming to pout.

“I guess not. Just…don’t be gross when I’m around. Please?”

“We’ll try not to be.” Eddie states, smiling at you as Dustin nods, giving a small okay before leaving the two of you alone.

As the door closes, Eddie’s looking back at you, both of you chuckling.

“Guess you were right in saying he’d be traumatized one day.” He chuckles, leaning down to give you another kiss, never realizing just how amazing it’d feel to have your lips on his.

You can’t help but smile into it, enjoying the feel of his body on yours. You’ve only been imaging this moment for nearly four years. You’ve got to say that nothing you imagined could ever live up to the reality, though. Kissing Eddie is like a little slice of heaven, you swear.

It certainly took you long enough to get here, but now that you’re here, you don’t ever want to go back.

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separate ways // eddie munson

Synopsis – Eddie sure does love to torment you and turn you into putty in his hands. 😊

Pairing- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x You

Warnings –some cursing, fluff, lots of nicknames (princess, sweetheart, angel), no Y/N, SMUTTY SMUT SMUT, 18+ only, minors DNI, cockwarming, grinding, lots of fingering (receiving), nipple play, soft!eddie, a tad bit of possessive!eddie if you squint, softdom!eddie, praise, squirting.

Word Count – 3.2k

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You were going to lose your mind if he kept it up.

It was a typical Friday night in the trailer. Eddie threw on one of his new favorite slasher flicks, Sleepaway Camp. You had probably watched it close to 10 times in the last two months. Eddie had you laying with your back to his chest, in between his legs. You loved laying like this against him. You could feel every breath, every laugh, every jump scare (though he vehemently denied it every time). And of course, every little kiss on the top of your ear Eddie gave you when you got scared yourself.

But tonight, something was different.

Tonight, you wore a cute new red plaid mini skirt that you had gotten for Christmas. You loved the way it looked with your beat-up combat boots. Subconsciously, you might have worn it to torment Eddie… he’s always said he had an affinity for skirts and combat boots. When you got to the trailer, he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“Sweetheart… is that-uh-is that new?” He licks his lips, clearing his throat, trying to get the words out.

“Yeah baby! You like it?” You give him a little twirl on the porch.

“You-uh-you could say that again, sweetheart.” He smirks, giving you that boyish smile as he scratched the back of his head. He sticks his head out of the doorframe, looking right and left. “You better get in here before you start getting cat called and someone asks me where my girlfriend went.”

Eddie grabbed your hand firmly and yanked you inside.

That was two hours ago.

Now you were comfortably in between Eddie’s legs, watching Sleepaway Camp. His large warm hand was laying gently on your thigh.  His mouth had been getting closer to your ear for the last few min, and he was now breathing hotly against your delicate skin.

He gently starts to stroke your thigh with his left hand. You gasp a little as cold rings hit your skin, making you shiver.

“You ok, angel?” He asks gently, whispering in your ear, tilting his head to get a good look at you.

You nod, catching your breath and trying to focus on the movie. You clear your throat, shaking your head a little bit, adjusting slightly.

“Uncomfortable, sweetheart?” Eddie gives you a little peck on your cheek. His long trestles tickling your face.   

You shake your head. “Nope… all good, Eds.” You turn your head back, giving him a cheeky smile.

“Well as long as your comfortable… You can always tell me to move or stop…” He smirks, giving your nose a tiny kiss as his other hand starts to gently fiddle with the hem of your skirt. The touch makes your breath hitch, as you look up into his big, brown eyes.

“You gotta pay attention to the movie sweetheart…” He lifts his pointer finger, making a small circle, encouraging you to turn back around. You roll your eyes, turning your head back to the movie. For the amount of times he’s gotten distracted during a movie, god forbid if it was YOU that got distracted.

You both lay there for a few minutes, his fingers tracing along the bottom of the plaid. He carefully and softly starts to pull your thighs apart.

“Eddie…” You say softly, your face getting warm and you feel hot all over.

“Shh sweetheart, the movie. It’s just now getting to the good part.” Eddie kisses the top of your head, smirking.  His broad hand lightly grips the inner part of your thigh, dutifully pulling apart your legs until your skirt is hiked up on your upper thighs. You let out a little moan as you feel the cool air hit your panties, which had gotten, surprisingly, ridiculously wet.

Eddie gently pulls your skirt up a little more, just enough where he could see the tiniest bit of your panties. He bites his lip softly, smiling to himself. He had been wanting to get you into this position since you got here. Eddie strokes you with his rough, calloused thumb on your smooth thigh while his other hand starts to move towards the ever growing heat under your panties.

Suddenly, you feel gentle pressure on your clit. Not too much. Just enough. The touch from Eddie’s fingers on both sides of your sensitive nub makes you start to squirm. Firm circles start to encompass your hot button, making your thighs start to clench together.

“Ah ah ah… no no sweetheart.” Eddie murmurs in your ear as he hooks his ankles around your calves, pushing your legs back open and KEEPING them open. He wasn’t gonna let you move an inch, and you let him. You liked it.

“That’s my good girl…” he murmurs in your ear, possessively patting your pussy. He slides fingers back under your panties, rubbing your clit lighter. The movement makes you roll your eyes back and instinctively buck up into his hand.

Eddie smirks and taps your firm bud delicately. “Sweetheart, if you move too much, I’ll stop…. And you don’t want me to do that now do you?”

You bite your lip, shaking your head from side to side. You hold your hips down, trying your hardest not to move a muscle. After a minute or so, Eddie starts to rub your clit again.

Soft, messy sounds start to fill the room from your dripping wet pussy. God, he really knew how to really work you up. Firm circles, followed by gentle slides became his rhythm and it was driving you crazy. He hikes up your skirt around your waist, giving him a full view.

“You soaked through your panties, angel….” You whine on top of him, unable to speak.

Suddenly, his fingers leave your clit, making you whine softly. Eddie reaches over to his side table to pull out a pair of scissors, in which he quickly cuts your panties off of you at your hips.

“Eds! What are you-?” You softly protest, as Eddie shushes you softly.

“You don’t need those, now do you sweetheart?” Putting away the scissors, he slowly peels the white fabric off your soaking cunt. The action itself almost makes you cum. You start to arch your back, but remember what he said about moving, and you lay back against him, giving him your full body weight.

Cool night air hits your soaked pussy like a brick wall, that makes you shudder. Eddie lets go of your thigh and moves his hands up your sides slowly. He starts to lift your shirt, showing off your full tits.

“Can’t be neglecting these now can I sweetheart?” He moans softly in your ear, as he pulls up your bra, exposing your chest to him. He groans softy as his big hands grope your tits, making his bulge throb against your back.

You move your fingers towards your acing nub, but before you can get there, Eddie swats your hand away.

“Now now… you’ve gotta be a good girl for me, remember? Good girls don’t touch without asking. And you’re not allowed to touch at all.” He says a little roughly, putting your hand back on his thigh. You nod, understanding.

“I’ll be a good girl. I promise Eds.” You whisper horsely. He turns your head to give you a deep kiss, booping your nose.

“I know you will princess…” He slightly adjusts, focusing back on your heaving chest.

Moaning hotly in your ear, his pointer fingers and thumbs gently pinch and twist your sensitive nipples. You groan softly while he plays with your hard nubs, your fingers gripping into his thighs a little harder.

“Look at you being such a good girl for me.” He kisses your cheek firmly, while he tugs a little harder. The slight pain makes you yelp from pleasure, making you drip from your slick hole.

“MMmmm that’s it. Let me take care of you babygirl.” His strong tongue licks your earlobe, biting it roughly while he watches your body shiver and shake from his touch.

He lets go of your right nipple, moving back down to your pussy, which you were sure by this point had left a little pool on the bed. Expertly finding your clit again, he tenderly strokes you with his thumb. You gasp, pushing your head to the side, into his shoulder a bit.

“Eddie… Eds please… please… I want to…” You groan louder as you body starts to shake under him. You can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence.

“You want to what sweetheart? You know you have to use your words…” He says teasingly, biting your neck.

“I wa.. I want to cum Eds.” You whine at him, yelping as his thumb strokes your bud a little harder.

Eddie smiles devilishly. “Well, you know princess that want, and need are two very different things… and I need to you to NEED to cum. Do you understand?” He whispers softly into your ear. His curly locks touching the side of your face.

“Yes Eddie... yes… I need to cum.” You whimper against him.

He makes a small tsk sound. “Mmm I’m not quite convinced yet sweetheart.” He starts to use the pads of his pointer and middle fingers to diligently rub your clit. The action makes you furrow your brow, moaning a little louder now.

“Does that feel good princess?” Eddie moans into your ear. The action of getting you off was getting him harder than he had maybe ever been before.

“Mmhmm yes Eds it feels…ah… really good.. don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” You whimper against him. Eddie leaves wet kisses along your neck and collarbone while he keeps pinching your nipple and perfectly rubbing your bundle of nerves.

You could barely hear the screams from the tv over Eddie’s panting in your ear. The sensation was becoming too much and your legs start to twitch and shake more violently as your climax starts to reach its peak.

“Eddie… please… please I need to cum.” You moan. Holding onto his thighs was the only thing that was keeping you somewhat grounded.

“Mmmm I don’t think you’re desperate enough yet sweetheart. Just a little bit longer princess.” Your wetness had made his fingers slick and it easier to glide over your throbbing clit.

Moving his fingers over you in an agonizingly slow manner, before picking up the pace once again. You tremble, a moan stuck in your throat. You don’t think you can hold on anymore.

“Eddie… please PLEASE please I need to cum… Eds please!” Your entire body shakes on top of him, making his cock unbelievably hard. You feel the long, thick member throbbing against you.

“You can do it princess… just a little longer. I’ll count you down, ok? I’ll count back from 30. 30….”

As he starts to count back, your mind has to only focus on the numbers. Every few seconds he’d say another number, clearly wanting to torment you. By the time he gets to 10, you’re panting and moaning, crying out in frustration, nails gripping into his jeans.

“5….”

“4…”

“3…” He starts to count even slower now. You can hear his devilish smile in his voice.

“Eds… please… PLEASE…”

“Shhh… 2…”

“EDDIE!” You scream out.

“1…”

A massive tidal wave of an orgasm washes over you, making you leak onto the bed. The relief brings tears to your eyes as you cum hard than you thought was possible for a person to cum. Your dripping hole clenching around nothing almost made you want to cry.

Eddie slows down his rubbing, placing hot kisses on the hollow spot below your ear. He sits up a little, letting go of your nipple, placing his hand back down on your thigh. He grips it roughly, pulling you open more.

Suddenly, you feel two nimble fingers enter your empty, dripping cunt. You yelp out loudly, as the sensation is overwhelming.

“Eds! Wh- Baby… Wha-” Choked pants get caught in your throat as you finally feel his fingers plug up the emptiness between your legs.

“Shhh I just wanna see something sweetheart. I wanna keep making you feel so good… so fucking good.” He gently turns your head back to the front, pushing you up a little bit. “I want you to watch.”

He licks and bites at your neck, leaving pretty lavender marks along your delicate skin. He starts to firmly finger your pussy, adding just a little bit with every thrust, until his fingers where deep inside you, hitting your g-spot. This new position had his arms pushing your tits together, making them shake with every movement.

You turn your face towards his, eyes pleading. “Eddie… its too much!”

He sharply stops. “Do you want me to stop sweetheart? I can if you want me to…” The second his fingers start to slide out of your pussy, you whimper and start to plead for them to go back in. “See, this is how I know you’re my good girl…”

He pushes his fingers back into you deeply, making your back arch. His hand is gripping you harder now, leaving bright red marks on your inner thigh. Sloppy sounds from your wet pussy start to get louder as he fingers you deeper and faster.

You groan loudly, lets starting to twitch again. He always knew how to make you cum fast from his fingers, but in this position, it made his fingers feel inches longer. He gently spreads them inside of you, causing you to moan loudly.

“Fuck princess, you look so pretty with my fingers inside of you…” His lips leave your neck for just a moment to watch as well. His digits glistening in the soft light of bedside lamp, his cock throbbing uncontrollably in his pants.

Your pussy starts to clamp down on your lover’s fingers, your lips bright red from your teeth biting them, trying hard not to move too much. You roll your eyes back as another wave starts to roll over your body.

“Eddie, I’m gonna…” You screech as you cum hard around his fingers. Pussy dripping over his hand. You never realized your pussy could ever get so wet.

But he doesn’t stop. He keeps up his steady pace. Wet, messy sounds leave your cunt, while Eddie starts to softly hump your back.

“That’s it sweetheart… just one more… I know you can do it. Fuck… You’re being so… good for me princess.” He groans loudly as he bucks into you a little harder.

Tipping his fingers up slightly, now focusing on your g-spot, which makes you leak even more. Your tits are bouncing wildly now, and the cold air keeping your nipples hard.

Eddie kisses your temple softly, giving you soft praises in your ear. “Keep watching love… I want you to see what I’m doing to you.” You lock your eyes on his fingers pumping in and out of your pink pussy. The wave gets closer and closer.

“You don’t need to ask or tell me when you’re gonna cum this time babygirl. Just lean into it… let it happen… let me take care of you.” He grunts, moving his fingers harder in and out of you.

He starts to hook his fingers up into your g-spot, and relentlessly presses on it, coaxing your body into another orgasm. His eyes are wide, transfixed on your body. The body that was melting into his with ever second that passed. The sensation overpowers you, your eyes glazing over with tears of pleasure.

“I know sweetheart, I know… I got you… I got you.” He mutters deeply into your ear.

Then, without warning, your climax hits you like a mack truck. Screaming, you gush over his fingers, squirting all over the bed.

“THAT’S IT PRINCESS! SUCH A GOOD GIRL!” He roughly kisses your cheek and rubs your clit with 3 of his fingers back and forth, making you spray harder. He pounds his fingers back inside of you, making you squirt again. Your body arches and writhes on top of him. You’re unable to stop your body from moving, even if you wanted to.

The deep satisfaction makes you lose your sense of self, only focusing on pleasure, lost in the sound of your own panting. For a brief moment, you hear in the distance Eddie praising you.

“Such a good girl.. you did so well for me…” Eddie slows his fingers to a halt, gradually sliding out of you. He pulls you into his lap, cradling you gently, peppering your face with kisses.

You tremble against him, trying to catch your breath, nuzzling your face into his neck, laying on gentle easy kisses.

Eddie gingerly runs his fingers through your hair, getting it out of your face. Your eyes flutter open, feeling fluffy and treasured. You give him a small smile. His thumb rubs along your bottom lip, tugging at the corner of your mouth before kissing you deeply.

“There she is… You ok sweetheart?” He asks you so carefully, as if you were a piece of China he didn’t want to break.

You breathe in softly before nodding. “I’m ok Eds… I’m more than ok…” You smirk a little, blushing totally blissed out. “I-I didn’t know I could do that.” Looking over at the mess you left on the bed.

“Mmm I did. It was just a matter of time…” He whispers the pad of his thumb lightly touching your clit. It makes you jump, but then you lean into it a bit more. “But I’m serious. Are you alright? I didn’t push you too far?”

“Eds, no. It was amazing baby.” You put your hand on his cheek, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. As you break away, a though crosses your mind.

“What about you Eddie… Do you want me to…?” You wiggle your butt a little on his jeans, realizing there’s a wet spot. “Oh! Fuck, sorry. Did I do…”

You look at Eddie as the words start to leave your mouth, and he blushes a deep red. He looks down at you, smiling sheepishly.

“Ah yeah… No sweetheart that’s-ahem-that’s not from you.” He scratches the back of his head boyishly. You giggle at his admission.

“Baby! You got that worked up?”

“Well duh… I mean look at you!” He laughs loudly, kissing in between your tits. You let out a loud laugh as his hair tickles your neck. He leaves a trail of spit as he takes your right nipple in his mouth, giving it a soft suck before popping it back out.  He leans back, drinking all of you in.

“You know… since we’re both a bit of a mess now… how about we get in the shower, I’ll get you all cleaned up and then we can come back here… and make more of a mess.”

You bite your bottom lip again, smiling at him.

“Last one there’s a rotten egg!” You yell hoping off of him, making a mad dash for the bathroom. Eddie groans, chuckling to himself at the sight and darts after you.

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dream a little dream of me | e.m

summary: Robin and Nancy realise that you are suddenly avoiding sitting at the D&D table where you usually sat, and someone else gets to hear about your very steamy reason behind it.

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

genre: suggestive goofy fluff

involves: reader being a pining MESS, a wet dream and some descriptions of it, suggestive ending, some teasing coming from Eddie.

word count: 2k

note: my first Eddie Munson fic is finally out! I wrote this between yesterday morning and today, and, I clearly did get carried away, as I said before I didn't intend for this to be longer than 800 words. I tried to finish and post this as fast as I could because your excitement got me excited! And I got honestly pretty proud of it, so please do tell me what you think. Mwah! 🫶🏼

You inhaled sharply, holding your breath a little as you entered the cafeteria. Scanning the place with your eyes, you found the usual, daily 40-minute chaos every student was allowed to – each social group was at their usual sits, some also divided from freshmen to seniors. And while you let a long huff of air out through your mouth, your eyes met with his figure, putting his tray dramatically on the Hellfire table – your usual table –. You felt like holding air onto your lungs all over again, or at least running to the closest bathroom, if not away from school itself. You desperately wanted to call in sick and run away from Eddie Munson, that was your provisional solution.

It felt all so real, the way you felt under him as he slowly and lovingly ran his hands through your soft, warm skin. The tips of his fingers were slightly calloused from all the guitar playing and they provoked goosebumps as he layed his beautiful hands on your belly. His perfectly plump lips added soft little moist spots in between your breasts as he layered kisses in there. His hair was tickling your neck and your legs were starting to tangle in each other.

Your eyes were tightly closed, and as you forced them open in an attempt to come back to your reality while starting to walk back around the tables with your own tray in your hands, you caught a glimpse of Robin and Nancy talking at a separate, small table. You were quite literally just about to walk past them in the direction of Hellfire, but in an outburst and with your heart racing, you walked a few steps back and threw yourself on a bench, sitting beside Robin. "Hi! hey, you guys I haven't seen you here! how's everything going?” Your voice sounded higher than normal, squeaky even, and you didn’t give your girlfriends any time to answer. “Nancy, you got your cover published, right? I’m so, so happy for you! How are you feeling?" though trying to feign any normality, you babbled all too quickly, both girls looking stunned at your sudden entrance, Robin frowned her eyebrows and glanced at Nancy, who was already looking at her with her own eyebrows arched and wide eyes. You noticed while your friends were having a tiny little debate through stares, and Nancy turned back at you. "y/n, why..." she pressed her lips together in a friendly smile "why are you sitting here? as in why aren't you at the hellfire table? I really don’t mean to be rude but… We don’t normally talk at lunch."

You almost winced. Fuck! You just can't be near those boys right now, you couldn't look at Eddie while he acted discourses, entertaining and basically ruling everyone at that table, not after last night. See, you screwed yourself when, in those typical situations, you dreamt about your friend who was starting to look a tiny bit cuter in your eyes. Except it wasn't simply any dream. You had a wet dream with your best friend who was starting to look cute in your eyes.

Damn it. His breath felt hot in your collarbones while your own was starting to sound gasped, both getting heavier by the second, the air getting thicker as you crossed that fine line between friendship and something else, as Eddie kissed that fine line away and you held back moans to hide how good it felt to finally do it.

Robin noticed a pang of guilt in your eyes as you turned back from a quick – but not so discreet – stare at your geeky friend group. "listen, I just- today. I just can't! I just can't look at Eddie!" you whispered the last part, still emphasizing it. Nancy turned her head slightly to the side as Robin couldn’t help her brain to process things way too quickly for her own good, she snapped “did you guys have a fight?!” 

“No!” You nearly screamed right back at her, starting to feel overwhelmed. It’s not that you didn’t trust your friends enough to tell them about this, though since she got with Jonathan Nancy tuned down on the boy-talk significantly, and Robin was more used to just pining, claiming it was simply safer for her that way. Y/n, though, was really just feeling so guilty and at the same time so scared she was suddenly starting to see her friend that way.

Seeing him. The sight of him hovering on top of her, all of his tattoos on display just for her to see and touch. His back muscles flexing as he lowered for each kiss or each thrust. The view of his arms and broad shoulders as he ducked down, engulfed in you and the passionate moment. The little times you would allow yourself to open your eyes just a bit and you were met with his. The way he smiled at you in the middle of the sheets. It was all so real you could spend hours redrawing the beautiful sight of Eddie Munson, your best friend, and dungeon master, on the bed with you, in your dream.

You let out a sigh, losing count of how many times you have done it since you woke up that morning. “Look, girls, I…,” you were met with the curious and supportive gaze of Nancy and Robin, who were silently ushering you to say whatever was bothering you about Eddie. “I had a dream last night and it just crosses a lot of boundaries and I just can’t face him right now, really”

As you explained yourself, trying your absolute best to make your friends understand what you were talking about without explicitly saying it, Eddie was not so subtly staring at your current table for a while now. He had noticed a few minutes prior when Robin spoke a little too loud that you were talking — probably gossiping — about him, the boy was notably worried because for starters you hadn’t sat amongst them that day, which already wasn’t usual at all, plus he was really excited about how he had unraveled the next events from his campaign, and he wanted to talk about it. Jeff noticed the frustrated frown on Eddie’s face and followed his gaze until his eyes reached your back as well. He nudged Dustin, both starting to convince Eddie to just go ahead and ask you if anything was wrong, not before smirking to themselves.

Eddie indeed had walked away from his table and was getting near you, Robin and Nancy’s faces were melting from interest to a slight panic, eyes widening again. But, too invested in venting about the problem at hand, you hadn’t noticed that, nor the reason behind it, not before it was too late. “Who can’t you face right now?” You heard his voice coming from behind you, widening your own eyes this time around.

Gosh, his voice. Hearing his voice for the first time after dreaming about it being so raspy and loud while muttering sweet nothings in her ear was hard. Your mind had no trouble taking you back to the vivid moans you heard in your dream – you were the cause of said moans –, while hearing him singing sometimes with Corroded Coffin, or even quietly in his room, his voice would already provoke palpitations in your heart nonetheless, but never in such scenarios, never so intimate, never so dirty.

You jumped from your sit, looking startled in the direction of the object of your probation for the day. Damn it, he was glowing, You were at a loss of words, gulping as an answer to his question, you knew damn well that you would only stutter if you so much as tried to come up with anything slightly convincing. “As a matter of fact, she was talking about you!” - Nancy stated calmly as if she knew just what she was doing Robin’s eyes went wide but soon she smirked in understanding. You were, apparently, betrayed by your own friends, gawking at them for a few seconds before turning back at Eddie. 

“Yeah she dreamt of you, actually,” it was Robin’s time to speak, making you run both hands through your face as Eddie wondered, “A dream?”. You pieced two and two together thankfully fast, but although you understood where the girls were coming from, this was not the right time or situation to indulge in confessing any bubbling feelings, so you went with the option Robin gave you earlier.

“Yeah, I dreamt that we fought! And you were a real di- a real prick to me about it! Okay?” You arched both eyebrows and tilted your head to the side, trying your best to muster any confrontation. You were terrible at it, and the only thing on your mind right now was how the first word that came to your mind to describe Eddie’s “bad” attitude in your dream was “dick”. What the fuck. Shit. You couldn’t be serious. You were starting to sweat. 

“...Wait but are you mad because of a fight with dream me?” Eddie nearly sounded concerned this time around, talking about his dream self as if he was referring to a whole other persona, maybe an evil twin or something like it.

Dream him. His touch, his breath, the sight of him, how he sounded. This was killing you.

You felt a pang of guilt at the way he sounded though, frowning slightly before looking back at Nancy. She wore a friendly scolding expression, lips pressed together. It was unfair to him that since you couldn’t control your silly little brain and its damned dirty thoughts, you’d simply ignore Eddie as a solution. 

As you fell silent for a little long, Eddie touched your arm softly. “can we…?” He nearly whispered softly motioning somewhere else with his head, indicating he wanted to talk to you with a little more privacy. Your friends giggled, you’d remember to  — playfully —  confront them about this later. Later, because right now Eddie was being all worried and soft, and this was killing you.

You left the cafeteria, and Eddie was still with his hand in your arms as he stopped in front of you, his hands made their way down to yours as you rested your back on a wall, gulping again. The hall was really quiet, Eddie started speaking again, looking at you with those soft, big brown eyes. “Are you actually mad at me? Come on, what can I do about it? How can real me compensate you for the way dream me acted, hm? What did I do?” It was funny, though, the way he wasn’t even being ironic about the whole fight dream and how he was willing to make things right. If you weren’t so worried and build up about the whole real situation, you would’ve laughed.

"No, Eddie, you didn’t do anything wrong, I… We didn't fight, we…" Every little stop was a nervous, deep breath. Eddie seemed to be really focused on what you were trying to say and as you fell into silence again, he noticed you trying to wet your dry mouth with your tongue, your gulp, the way you were gripping both his arms, your closed eyes, and eyebrows pressed together. Your generally flustered complexion. Eddie Munson was repeating for the third time, but he could put two and two together, especially when he himself has acted that way about you before, he was just better at hiding it.

“What did we do then, y/n?” His voice was more stern this time, and you looked at him quickly, opening your eyes that started to wide almost involuntarily this time, he was smirking. your mouth fell into a small “o”, and his smile only widened at that. He caught onto you. Shit.

Eddie didn’t contort his face into one of disgust or run away from you as you has imagined earlier today, though, no. He was still there, both of your hands were still with a tight grip on his arms, nearly hiding his bat tattoos, his right hand was still on yours as the left one flew to cup your cheek. The damned bell rang. It felt like you were dreaming and then woke up all over again. Eddie kissed your forehead, “You know… you could stay a little later after we’re finished with Hellfire today, tell me a little about the dream. I can still compensate for dream me, I hope.” And with a wink, he just mixed into the chaotic crowd of students going back into class.

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[baby-bearie]

the back of  your knees

(not my gif all credit to owner)

eddie munson x reader

a/n: god damn i have revived from writing retirement for eddie munson. wow. also taglist is updated w/ stranger things and criminal minds options if you’re interested, and if you would no longer like to be tagged you can message me or send an ask. thanks!

warnings: lots of physical touch, reader is mentioned to have longer hair, or at least until ears. just like, pure love and fluff too, which is really unusual for me. 

summary: eddie for the life of him cannot figure out how to keep himself away from you. after a slip up reveals that eddie’s constant touches are a little more than friendly, he’s forced to ramble about how much he loves you and the back of your knees. 

tags: 

@sunflowermotel @maraseavey @tinylatina01 @obx-direction-sos  @voguesir @morgansmoreid @yunhosleftpinky @adoreyou976

The first time he’d touched you after he realized he was in love, Eddie made a deal with himself. 

It was nothing heavy, just a hand smoothed against your side as he walked. You tease him for how diagonal he walks, always bumping into things, but he likes to joke that you just mess up his gravitational field. A fleeting moment, with seemingly no effect on you, but Eddie’s brain froze. The back of his hand felt like someone was sticking pins in it. He couldn’t focus on what you were telling him, something Robin had said to you last week? 

He nodded along, surprised he was calm enough to, considering his brain was moving quicker than it ever had. And he thought he needed to memorize it. He wasn’t drowning your voice out on purpose, but god, shut up and let him think. He tried to remember the moment, the feel of your skin, the curve of your side. And he thought about it for hours, cementing it there in the nerves of his hand and the front of his mind. 

And in his bed that night, he made a deal that if he could memorize that one touch for the rest of his life, keep it somewhere safe and feel it all over again, then he wouldn’t need to tell you that he was in love with the way you rolled your eyes at his tapes in the car, or the smile you gave him when he begrudgingly plays one of yours. He would live happily with a tiny piece of you for himself. 

But Eddie has a horrible memory. And when he wakes up the next morning, he’s half-dressed when he realizes the memory isn’t the same anymore. It’s too fuzzy, too far away. He huffs and pulls his shirt down over his head. And when you pick him up bright and early the next day, Max tucked away in the backseat of your car, he is staring at your hand the entire time. He knows it’s a little odd, and he catches you giving him a couple of weird looks, but he’s trying desperately to call the memory back to him. And maybe it’s a tad odd when he knocks your car keys off the dash out of desperation, waiting for you to reach for them before he lunges his hand out, too. It ‘accidentally’ clashes with yours and Eddie grins a little. 

“What are you smiling at, clumsy? Stop throwing my stuff everywhere.” You scowl. 

Giddy with the thrill of your touch, he continues causing small accidents as an excuse to touch you. He claims that your arm has a scratch on it so he can lift your wrist to graze his fingers over the skin before he gingerly sets it down, grinning as he tells you it must’ve been a shadow. He throws small paper balls in your hair as he sits behind you in class so that he can tell you he needs to pull them out and fiddle with your hair later. Eventually, when he realizes you haven’t caught on, he moves onto just straight up touching you. 

It happens so smoothly that you don’t even realize it. A hand slipped on your arm when you mutter about the breeze. His legs tucked halfway under yours as a movie plays in Robin’s basement. Fingers dancing across your back when you fall asleep while he’s driving you home. 

And it becomes so normal, so casual, that soon enough it’s just always there. His life before that first touch and after blur together, and he can’t really remember a time when he didn’t know the feel of your skin. When you sit next to him his hand just slips onto your knee. His fingers get caught in the ends of your hair in class. You take no notice, just Eddie being Eddie.

You don’t think twice about it until Mike asks whether your parents know you and Eddie are dating. 

“What are you talking about?” You mutter, thinking you didn’t hear him right.

“You and Eddie. Do your parents know?” He repeats himself, brows crowding together.

“Know what?” 

“You and Eddie are dating?”

“No, we’re not.” You shake your head in confusion.

“Yeah, you are.”

“No.”

“Yes?”

“Mike, why would you think I’m dating Eddie?”

“I mean, you guys are like on top of each other all the time. It’s so coupley.”

“We are not!”

“Y/n, yesterday, he was like, brushing your hair.”

“So, what?” You scoff.

“I don’t know, Y/n. Eddie is touchy but he’s not that touchy.”

You sit there in silence with Mike’s revelation, too confused to ask more questions. Mike isn’t done, though.

“You’re really not dating?”

“Shut up, Mike.” 

That night, Eddie is supposed to come over and study. At least, he’s supposed to come over and keep you company while you study. You do your best to pour over your Western Civ notes but you feel Eddie’s fingers sift through your hair, softly rubbing a piece between his fingers and his thumb. It continues for a few minutes and you are suddenly unable to focus on your notes no matter how much you try. You feel how close he is sitting behind you on the floor of your bedroom. Is he always this close? Have you just never noticed? Why is he so close? 

You feel every nerve in your skin light up as his fingers leave your hair to flit down the nape of your neck, tracing an invisible line to your shoulder blades. You abruptly turn around and stare at him. 

“What?” Eddie laughs, “Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“Eddie,” You try, lips pressed into a thin line. “Shit,” He whines. “What’d I do this time?” 

“Nothing, Eddie. I just wanted to ask you something.” You mumble. 

“Oh,” He shuffles even closer to you, hand reassuringly grabbing your elbow. “Yeah, sure, what’s up?” 

“Why are you, you know, why do you,” You try. “Why have you been really close recently?” 

Eddie’s face scrunches up. “Really close? Haven’t we been friends for a while? I didn’t see you that much this week, did I?” 

“Not like that, no.” You interrupt him to rephrase. “Not emotionally, Eddie, physically. Like, physically close.” 

His eyes widen, and he scoots a little far back from you. “Oh, Y/n, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything like that, swear it, I can stay multiple feet away.” “No, Eddie, just listen,” You try to intervene, but he’s on his feet. “Never meant to upset you, really. If I had known,” “Eddie!” “Do you want me to go? I can go,” “Eddie, shut up and listen!” 

He presses his mouth into a thin line and sits back down, a good three feet away from you. 

“All I asked was why? Is something going on? Can I help you with whatever this is?” 

Eddie’s tongue peeks out from between his lips in thought. He curses himself for breaking his deal. He couldn’t keep it to himself, became greedy and wanted more than one touch from you, and this was his punishment. He had to tell you he was in love with you.

God knows he could never lie to you. “Do you want me to stop?” He whispers. Stalling. He’s stalling. 

Your brow raises. “Never said that, no. C’mon, Eddie, what is going on? It’s me, just spit it out!” “That is exactly the issue, Y/l/n. It’s you.” He groans and shoves the heels of his palms into his eyes. 

“What the fuck did I do?” “Nothing! It’s just you, and it’s you, and my brain short-circuits around you, and this isn’t going to make any sense, but, God, Y/n, I love the back of your knees.” 

“What?” “They’re so nice. And soft. All of you is always so nice and soft and good and I really like your knees and your shoulder blades and your forehead. I know I’m just naming body parts, but I didn’t really plan this out, I kind of wish I had.” He rambles. 

“Ok, slow down, let’s-” “And I know I should be able to keep it to myself but, Y/n, that goes out the window whenever you’re near me, I have to be close to you, this shit sounds so weird, but I love all of you so much and being able to feel you is like a lifeline. And I don’t care if it’s your face, or your stomach, or your feet, or your knees, but I love it all. S’like- listen, I don’t know what I’m talkin’ about anymore, but s’like this- knowing that you’re around, and you’re real, makes me feel so much better every single day. I don’t get it, Y/n, I don’t, but I love you, and I really, really, really hope that made sense.” 

He finishes his ramble with wide eyes and red cheeks and his hands are gesticulating wildly. 

“You have never, ever, made sense to me, Munson.” You mumble breathlessly, scrambling over to where Eddie is cross-legged on the floor of your room to kiss him. His hands hover over you for a moment and you have to blindly fumble for them, and press them to your face before he kisses you back. 

You pull away, out of breath. “I really love your hair and your arms. I’m in love with you, too.” 

He leans forward in record time to kiss you again, grinning like a madman. Which he guesses he is, at least around you. 

You sit back on your heels in front of him, and he reaches a hand out towards you but pauses before he pushes your hair behind your ear, hand experimentally continuing down your cheek, the line of your jaw, before he folds it back into his lap. 

“Wait, so I’m, like, supposed to touch you now?” 

“Shut up and kiss me again, Eddie.” 

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[sunflowerharrington]

They’re… not very good at matching their outfit vibes… Anyway, here is Steve and Eddie on their first date as more than best friends. Now, they’re soulmates. Featuring Nancy’s amazing photography. Haha, third Wheeler.

(do not steal my work!!!!!)

for @LucaDoodleDoo on twitter as a part of the @steddiebang art exchange #1: first date (which i completely forgot was the prompt until like two days ago)

#also steve is wearing a dress because babygirl looks adorable in one #eddie’s just happy he gets to see stevie’s chest hair #steve dropped the rose eddie gave him somewhere… he swears he’ll find it #spoiler alert: he doesn’t #but he does find love #which is much better #steddie fluff #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things fluff #st fluff #eddie’s trying to not show how much he loves steve on his face #steve’s not even trying #i love these idiots #steddiebbartxch1 #steve and eddie wrote each second word on the polaroid… at least eddie *tried* #steddie fanart #stranger things fanart #fanart #steddie art #bee draws things

[libid1ne]

someone to watch over.

peter ballard/henry creel/001 x reader

✰summary: henry has a crush on you, his only companion and his true love. and you have a crush on henry, your bestest friend in the whole world. despite this, you’re to scared to tell him and he’s too worried to tell you and so you two act like your hearts aren’t fluttering.

no warnings!! just cute fluff :)

enjoy!

henry couldn't compare you to anything, you were simply the best. his only companion, besides the spiders he had found in the vent, and the only human in the world he'd ever truly need.

the feeling inside his chest, the one you always gave him when you smiled or squeezed his hand or pulled him into a hug. now, he could compare that to something. it felt like fireworks, and cotton candy, and dancing to the beat of the rain. it felt comforting, like the songs his parents would play and he imagined it would last forever.

that you two would be married, and one day you'd open your eyes. see the world how he had always, and finally you two would conquer the universe together. hand in hand, a shiny ring on your finger and the multiverse at your fingertips.

henry wanted the best for you, and wanted all your wishes to come true. he'd do anything for you, and he dreamed of marrying you every single day. even now, as he stared at you from the back of the math classroom.

he liked it because he could ogle at you from a far, no worry about being caught. the embarrassed blush that would dust his cheeks whenever you realized he was looking at you wasn't the most amazing expression.

he hated it deeply because he wished he was next to you, but instead, it was that rather unpleasant bully of his. henry could think up a hundred million reasons why him sitting next to you would be better. an example is the fact that he understood math very, very well. In fact, it was his best subject and you seemed to be struggling with it. he could help you, and watch that darling smile of yours spread across your face.

he really was head over heels for you, the way your hair fell over your face, your voice, your laugh. how when you held his hand, you never hesitated to intertwine the fingers and pull him closer.

inside, he wished to pepper your face in kisses. to admit his undying love to you, to be your knight, your rock. it was endearing, the way you'd skip over to him during lunch despite being the most popular person in school and knowing you could sit with anyone.

you would plop down next to him and shoo off anyone who would bother the both of you. it was you and him against the world, against bullies, against math, against people, against everything and anything.

henry watched longingly as you asked the man that had been tormenting him for weeks for help! why, henry is beyond shocked. how could you, a sweet lovely amazing girl, talk to that guy!

henry watched jealously from the back of the math class, his gaze flickering from you to the jerk of a boy. he doesn't think he can watch one more second or else he'll do something he'll regret.

and as if god heard his wishes, the bell rings throughout the classroom. signaling that it was lunch time and henry would have 30 minutes to eat and most of all, spend time with you.

henry collects his books and starts to walk from his seat, a smile stretches across his face when he sees you walk— practically gallop to his side. the teacher is talking about homework, but henry can't hear her over you.

you're talking about your day so far, about how you hate math and how in the morning before school you slipped on the grass, which is why your white socks are slightly tinted a bit brown.

you talk about your hair style, and how last night you went to your cousins birthday party. henry can tell, there's still small specks of glitter in your hair and he reaches down to take one out. you smile, softly and happily.

one of your hands slip into his, and you two walk down the hallway hand in hand. you do most of the talking, and henry listens. he sometimes asks you questions, to make sure you know he's listening.

your hands are warm, and henry's hand doesn't hesitate to soak up your warmth. you two walk to your usual lunch table and sit down. of course, you're still going on about whatever happened in science and of course, henry is listening intently.

he'll never know this, just like you'll never know he likes you but, you thought about kissing him today and yesterday, and the week before that. you thought about kissing him on the cheek, or on the lips like you sometimes see your parents do.

but for now, you'll settle for his hand in yours. holding onto him, and him holding onto you. he likes this, you talking with him while you both eat from his lunch box.

you forgot your lunch again. well, as far as he knows. You had made it a habit to leave your lunch at home, despite the scolding you'd get from your mother. you did it to have this small, seemingly insignificant moment with peter.

you're both eating strawberries, and your teeth are tinted red. you laugh, and he smiles. he really loves you, and he can't help but think life couldn't be better at all without you.

you two, according to all teachers, are attached by the hip. henry hears what they say about you two, when they think they're whispering about how adorable you both are.

but he couldn't care less about what they say, as long as he has you. that's all he will ever need or cherish or want, you. the most angelic smile comes on your face, it's shy and small and you're giggling.

"i’m so sorry! i almost forgot to ask about you, how was your day hen?"

henry tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and he smiles too. "it's better now."

and you feel your heart squeeze, butterflies gently brushing their wings along the lining of your stomach. it is a better day now, now that you're with him.

#001 #001 x reader #001 x you #henry creel #henry creel x reader #peter ballard #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard x y/n #st s4 #st season 4 #st vecna #vecna stranger things #001 stranger things #stranger things #stranger things s4 #st fluff #vecna x reader #vecna x you #it’s too cute #i can fix him

[tulipjeanohare]

Hospital Jail Break

premise: this is my version of what happened if Eddie lived in Vol.2 and everyone cared about him! A week after the events in the upside down and Vecna cracking Hawkins in half Eddie finds himself cuffed to a hospital bed with no escape in sight. Until, Dustin's older sister shows up to save the day with a half cocked plan and a ragtag group of accomplices.

pairing: eddie munson x dustin's sister!reader

word count: pairing: 1899

warnings:  none

notes:  the plan is to write some sort of continuation to this but I want to see if anyone is even interested in more of it. So, please comment and interact to let me know what you guys think!

Read Part Two  Part Three Part Four

Eddie’s eyes started to water as he continued to stare at the same ceiling tile he’d been observing for the last twenty minutes when he heard the voice. 

Such a familiar voice. 

But it couldn’t be, there’s no way you’d be anywhere near this place right now let alone trying to get into his room. They’d had this place locked down like a high security prison since they’d brought him in a week ago. At least, that’s what the nurse had told him when he first woke up. It wasn’t like he could really verify the accuracy of that statement seeing as he was handcuffed to his bed almost 24/7.

“Thank you so much, officer,” the sweet voice rang out, louder now. Like it was coming from just inside the door to his room. “I promise I’ll make this quick!”

Holy shit, it is her.

The door clicked closed before an echo of heavy boots followed on the tile before he saw you appear around the corner. “You up for a jail break,” you asked, hands placed matter of factly on your hips.

“Uuuuh,” was all Eddie could get out at this point.

Nobody, not one single person, had been allowed in his room since he’d been brought here. Not even his poor uncle who he’d heard begging the cop guarding the door on his second day there. But here you were, like it was just another day. A lot cleaner than the last time he’d seen you, although his mind was a little fuzzy from that night given all the blood he’d lost.

A hand waved in front of his face, “earth to Munson,” you sang, pulling him from his thoughts of that night.

“Shit, sorry,” he finally responded. “What exactly do you mean jail break? I’m in here for murder, multiple to be precise.” 

You huffed as if he wasn’t getting some joke you’d just told, annoyance evident on your face. Without another word you pulled two bobby pins from the tight bun you had pulled back at the nape of your neck, the long strand of hair they’d been holding back falling in your face before you could tuck it safely behind your ear.

“I’m getting you out of here,” you spoke softly as to not let the cop just outside the door hear. “We all know you’re not the psycho killer the entire town has convinced itself you are. You should hear the news, are they letting you turn the tv on? It’s probably a good thing if they aren’t. This total idiot is on the news saying it wasn’t an ‘earthquake’ that cracked the entire town in half but that you opened some portal to hell with your creepy voodoo.”

All the color drained from Eddie’s face, “what, you’re kidding!”

“Keep it down,” you shushed him, taking one of his hands that was cuffed to the bed and trying to find a good angle on the lock. “I need to concentrate.” 

“You know if you get caught doing this you get a nice jail cell right next to mine, right,” Eddie whispered, his voice on edge.

You waved him off with a nod of the head, twisting the bobby pin between your teeth until it straightened just enough. “Yeah, Eds, I’m aware of the risk but seeing as you just saved all our asses in the third dimension or whatever the hell that place is I think I owe you one.”

“Sweet face,” he spoke, an attempt to press your buttons so you’d look up at him. “You don’t owe me shit.”

Any other time he’d called you by that name you’d ignore him or flip him the bird but now, now it made your cheeks burn red hot. “I beg to differ,” you replied, brows knitted in concentration as you slid the two little metal pins into the lock of the cuffs. “This isn’t up for debate, Munson. Robin is already talking the cops ear off outside the door. Too late to abort the plan now.”

“W-wait,” he stammered. “You’ve got Robin roped into this too?”

A huff of breath escaped you, annoyed at his dimness, “did you think I was planning the hospital jail break by myself?”

“Well,” he started, his head falling back onto the pillow now. “I guess I didn’t think they’d be rushing to my rescue now that I’m a caught criminal.”

That made you laugh. He was as dramatic as they came and hearing him, the kid who ran the nerdiest club at Hawkins High, call himself a ‘caught criminal’ reminded you of just how dramatic. “They’re the ones who helped me carry your sorry ass out of the upside down after you passed out, Eddie. Those asshole cops won’t let anyone in here…they’ve been trying all week.”

“So…you got in here, how, exactly,” he questioned, looking back down at you.

One more twist of the two bobby pins and bam they popped right open, freeing his right hand. “My charming personality, of course.”

His eyes looked like they were about to bug right out of their head as he realized you’d actually been able to free him of the cuffs. “You’re a genius, I’ll give you that, but how in the hell are you planning on getting me out of this room? Robin can talk but I don’t think she can do anything to move them from that door.”

“Ye of little faith,” you grinned, sitting on the side of the hospital bed, reaching across Eddie’s body for his other cuffed hand. “You’re going out the window, Munson.”

He really couldn’t believe it. Just a few days ago you barely knew each other more than a passing glance as you dropped your younger brother off at Hellfire Club and here you were saving his ass, again. “I’m in the hospital for a reason, Y/N. I don’t know if I’m in the best condition to be scaling a building.”

“You know if you’d shut up for five seconds and stopped doubting me I think this,” you gestured towards your fingers twisting and turning the pins around in the lock. “Might go a little faster. If you must know, Harrington is helping me with the window escape, Dustin is on the ground with Nancy waiting in the getaway car. Besides, we’re on the first floor of this shit hole hospital…you can make it that far in your fragile state.”

Eddie watched your lips curl into a devilish smirk at that last remark, still able to tease him as you worked to get the second cuff off. “You’re all insane, you know that?”

“Dustin would kill me if I didn’t at least try to save your ass,” you replied, finally getting the other cuff to pop open. “Besides, if any Henderson is going to jail I think I’d handle it a lot better than the kid would.”

Before he could think Eddie’s hands grabbed either side of your face and quickly planted a kiss on your lips, something he’d thought about doing every time he’d see you yelling at Dustin from your car outside of the school. It was quick, nothing more than a peck, but it took both of you by surprise. “Uuuuh,” he struggled to find the words, his hands still cupping your face. “I, uh, don’t know what got into me there.”

“Heat of the moment,” you offered, eyes still wide from shock.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it,” he quickly agreed.

Quickly you got up from the bed and tossed his crumpled, bloody clothes over to him, “couldn’t sneak in fresh clothes so that’ll have to wait. You better make it snappy because Robin’s been going for 15 minutes and that’s about 5 minutes longer than I’d planned on.”

The soft murmur of Robin’s rambling could be heard from the other side of the door but now you could hear the voice of a very annoyed cop too. You quickly shot over to the window and fumbled with the heavy lock keeping the window shut to the outside world. Just as you got the lock snapped open Steve popped into view scaring you half to death. “Harrington,” you breathed, shoving the window open as quietly as possible. 

“Sorry, I got held up down below and didn’t think I was gonna get my ass here in time,” he got out in between heavy breaths. “Is the prisoner ready for transport?”

Before you could turn to check you felt Eddie press up behind you, leaning his head over your shoulder to get a look at Steve. “Shit, you weren’t kidding about this plan!”

“I wasn’t risking my ass for nothing,” you grinned, moving out of the way to allow him to start out the window. “Careful, none of us have any medical training outside of Neosporin and a Band-Aid. And I promise you that my bedside manner is a lot worse than those snooty nurses I met outside your room.”

“Oh you mean my biggest fans,” Eddie joked, carefully putting one leg through the window then the other until Steve steadied him on the other side of the glass.

“Making friends everywhere you go, I see,” Steve rolled his eyes.

Eddie opened his mouth to say something back to you but you’d already closed the window and locked it once more. A quick thumbs up to Steve before you closed the curtains quickly and made your way back out of the room. 

Now this was the tough part of the plan.

In Dustin’s scenario the idiot cop would shoo you out of the room and down the hall without thinking to check in on Eddie. But it couldn’t be that easy, could it? 

One quick deep breath before reaching for the handle to the heavy wood door, your fingers trembling worse than they had been after Eddie had kissed you just minutes ago. As nonchalantly as you could muster you breezed out of the door, slamming it behind you, before turning to the cop. “You know what, you were right, that kid is a real psycho,” you spit out the prepared speech your little brother had coached you through. “I appreciate you letting me tell him off one last time, for my brother.”

“You better leave before my boss finds out you were anywhere near here,” he replied, eyes still focused straight ahead.

Your eyes went from him to the door and back, waiting for him to look in on his prison but not so much as a twitch of his hand alerted you to that being his next move. “No worries, officer,” you grinned. “You won’t be seeing me anywhere near this place anytime soon!”

A few steps took you around the corner and you ran directly into a very worried and wound up Robin. “Did it work, is he out? Did he get down the building alright? Wh-,” she rambled quickly.

“Robin,” you whispered, grabbing hold of her shoulders to steady her before you got motion sickness from the way she was flailing her hands about. “If you don’t shut up I’ll turn right around and tell one of those cops that you’re the one who sprung the psycho teenage serial killer.”

She bit her lip in an attempt to stop her word vomit, “But, did…”

“He’s on the roof with Steve as we speak,” you winked, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “So far, so good.”

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[magnoliabutters]

• NOTHING BUT GOODIES •

pairing: eddie munson x (18+, she/her) reader 

summary: there’s nothing like falling for your weed dealer. you find yourself in an unexpected situation during your next meet with eddie. 

warnings: 18+ content, minors dni, adult language; mention of drugs (weed), mention of mental health (anxiety), smut, oral (f receiving), grinding, groping, dry humping, etc.

word count: ~3k

• stories of eddie munson •

note: hello there! i’m pretty late to the tumblr game, but i needed more of my dear eddie. i’m open to feedback and how to best provide these stories or ideas your way! thank you for helping me become a better writer! my writing style and formatting is heavily influenced by the great, the ultimate, the amazing, @theoreticslut​. if you enjoy, please give a reblog so others can enjoy too!

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Eddie yells in front of the cafeteria. You quickly turn your head to the sudden noise. The rest of the Hellfire boys begin to laugh and shush their king. You roll your eyes. You’ll never understand how someone could be so confident as to willingly draw all eyes toward them. Eddie was always an ambiguous creature. He struck curiosity within you. However, your anxiety would never let you explore a relationship with Eddie that didn’t consist of buying weed. One part of you wants to better understand his confidence, his ability to be loud and be heard amongst all people. The other feels a sense of envy. 

You keep your eyes on Eddie as he laughs and makes another dramatic gesture. You scan his body. You always enjoyed his style. He wore things you could only dream of wearing. You always enjoyed the way his shirt raised and exposed the skin of his stomach. Pro tip: any movement of his shirt and you’ll spot a new tattoo. You love how he’s let his hair grow out. The brown, frizzy curls you idolized running your fingers through. Before you know it, you’re finally able to take in his face. His jaw line was something to die for. You hope his lips are as plump and soft as you have imagined. You make it to his eyes and realize that they’re looking right back at you. Before you could look away in extreme embarrassment, Eddie smiles. Another sight to see. He mouthes to you, “I’ll see you at 1:00p,” with a nod towards the back of the school.

You skip English class to get some goodies. It’s definitely a better use of your time. Life proves difficult when anxiety isn’t a welcomed discussion in your home. Next thing you know, your psychiatrist and pharmacist are now a third-time senior at your high school. The walk through the football field and forest remains familiar. You have completed this trek at least once weekly for the past 5 months, starting right after your 18th birthday.

Of course, Eddie had found a deserted area to conduct his business on campus. You have never once seen another soul on your way to him. You recognize the tightness in your chest as you walk towards the clearing in the trees. You try to take steady breaths, but they are impossible. You lay your eyes on Eddie playing with a strand of his hair. He looks perfect doing absolutely nothing as he sits on the picnic table. 

“Hey Eddie. How are you?” you say with a small smile and hesitation in your voice. You join by awkwardly sitting next to him on the table. Eddie turns to look at you, a smile forming across his face. “Hey, y/n! Yeah, I’m alright. How about you?” he says with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. You laugh with a closed, tight smile. “I’m good, uh. Do you think I can get like a gram this week?” you say quietly and quickly. The question taking longer to leave your lips that you would have hoped. Eyes strictly to the floor as you spoke.

Eddie smiles and grabs a bag from his back pocket. While maintaining eye contact, he stands up. He bows towards you and extends his arm with the gram at the tip of his fingers. “Your wish is my command,” Eddie whispers. You smile and grab the baggie out of his hand. You place your twenty on his open palm.

At this point, you usually made a mad dash back to the field with a clear wave and yell of “Thank you!” in your exit. Before you have the opportunity to stand up, his hand slowly closes around your wrist. The comfort of his hand left you frozen in place. Not a bone in your body was intending to move. Your eyes surprisingly seeking his own, but he maintains his gaze on your hands.

“Y/n, I’m curious about you,” Eddie says while rubbing his thumb on the inside of your wrist. “We see each other almost every day, but I don’t think we’ve ever actually talked.” You look into his dark chocolate eyes, his eyebrows furrowing in genuine confusion. He slowly releases his gentle hold on you and beings to walk away. Your body aching for his touch, as if the distance was physically painful. “Also, I have no idea what to think when I catch you staring at me all the time,” Eddie looks back with a smirk.

You sigh, fully prepared to accept the unbelievably awkward consequences of this experience. “I’m not going to deny it. It’s pretty confusing for me too,” you say, quickly darting your eyes to the trees behind him. Eddie places his hand to his chin, his other hand wrapped around his torso. “See? I didn’t expect that answer from you,” he says with a smile. “Well, there’s no use in lying,” you say, placing your gram into your front pocket. As your eyes finally meet his, you could tell he was deep in thought. You recognize his eyes are observing different parts of your face and neck. You keep quiet as to not disrupt his thought process. “Y/n,” Eddie says as he takes a step towards you. “I’d like to know you more.”

You breathe heavily, unsure of what that might mean to him. You stand up and lean back onto the table, now feeling unsure of the situation. This was new territory for you. “What do you want to know, Eddie?” you ask softly. Eddie takes his jean vest off and neatly places it onto the table. With another step, he is finally close enough for you to grab him – if only you were capable of doing something like that. “I’m positive I’d like to know more,” he said. You nervously laugh aloud, partly due to that unbelievable statement and, also, the fact that that was the cheesiest line. “Oh really?” you chuckle. Eddie takes another step, finally closer than you would have ever hoped.

“I think I’d like to know what would happen if I just leaned down and kissed you,” Eddie says with a slight bend to his neck, peering down at you. Your cheeks immediately redden. Before you have the chance to overanalyze your next words, Eddie’s lips are on yours. His warm, gentle hands upon your cheeks. Shock runs through your body. The signals almost painful as they reach the tips of your limbs.

Then something shifted within you. You felt a burst of adrenaline rush through your chest. Suddenly, you are leaning into his kiss. You slowly trace your tongue along Eddie’s lips. His lips begin to part ever so slightly. Your arms circle his neck, pulling him closer. He lowers his hands down from your cheeks, tracing the tips of his fingers down your torso, and finally onto your waist. You feel a gush of strength pull your waist forward, closer to Eddie’s belt line.

You feel his hands travel underneath your shirt, exploring your lower back. The hands you expected to be cold, now confirmed to be as smooth and tender as you dreamed. As you continue to pull him closer, you feel his hands reaching towards your ass. You take small, rapid breaths between each embrace. Eddie’s tongue meeting yours with an increasing force. He grabs the back of your upper thighs, picking you up. You adjust your arms around his neck to better support yourself. He promptly drops you back down on the table, onto his vest. You let out a gasp.

You have imagined this moment, accepting that it would never be true. Eddie holds your waist so tight it almost hurts. You wrap your legs around him, bringing him closer. Finally, Eddie leans over you with his hands on your waist. His breath heavy against your lips. You can feel a bulge rub against your thigh. You moan, finally leaning away from your thoughts and into your instinct and needs. You begin to rock your hips back and forth against his waist. 

Eddie begins to take sharp breaths, looking down at your hips and back at your eyes. There is a sudden hesitation in his touch now. “I’m sorry,” he said. “This doesn’t really happen,” he stumbled over his words, pushing a piece of his hair back from your face. You finally feel comfortable enough to give him a true smile. “You have nothing to apologize for,” you say while grabbing the back of his hair and pulling him into a deeper kiss.

Eddie begins to dig his hips into your own. You are so wet. You can’t stop thinking about the fact that he had to know. He moves his kisses from your lips, falling to your chin, and finally onto your neck. You moan into his ear, moving your hands from his hair to his upper back.

Eddie finally found his hands under your shirt again. He slowly crawls his hand to your nipple. You gasp as he places it between his two fingers and gives an abrupt squeeze. Your hands begin to lower to his hips, determined to feel him. You distinctly feel how hard his cock is. It was so evident through his jeans. You begin to rub the base of your palm against him, wanting nothing more than to touch him skin to skin. Eddie leans closer to you. You could feel his pick necklace hitting your upper chest with each grinding thrust.

“Eddie,” you say with an exasperated breath. “I don’t think I’ll be able to keep going. I won’t be able to stop.” He pulls his mouth to your ears, kissing closer to your cheek. “Do you want to stop, beautiful?” You laugh half-heartedly, “Fuck no.” You slowly lean up, using your arms as support and guiding Eddie with you. You drop from the table, keeping your eyes on him. You turn around, leaning your back onto his chest. Your chin held high, exposing your neck. You hold his hands back. His body feeling perfect against your skin. His hair brushing alongside your shoulders. Eddie releases a sharp breath that blows the hair past your face.

Both of you breathing heavily as you begin to unbutton your jeans and grind your ass further onto him. You slowly lean forward, creating distance between you both. You lean onto the table, almost resting fully on top of it. You slowly pull your jeans down, shimmying the waistband side to side. You reveal your panties. What an unexpected introduction to this part of yourself. You slowly move your hands back to the table, allowing Eddie to do the rest if he so chooses. 

Eddie begins to tug on your jeans. He struggles between slowly bring them down and forcefully ripping them off. With grace, he pulls your jeans down in a swift motion. Euphoria rushes through you. You feel his hand on your lower back. Eddie pauses, almost to take in the sight of you bent over for him. “Fuck, y/n,” he says in shaky, quiet tone. He takes in a quick shot of air. 

Suddenly, Eddie grabs your waist and pulls you up. He spins you around faster than you thought possible. He drops you onto the table and slowly got on his knees with eyes fixated on yours. You take shuttered breaths as he slowly lowers your panties and frees them from one of your legs.

Eddie takes one good look at you and inhales a shuttered breath. He licks lips and twists the rings on his fingers. His eyes strictly on his hands. You find comfort in his nervousness. He slowly places his thumb onto your clit, softly beginning a circular motion. You breathe heavily, never having someone explore your clit before. His breathing became heavier the more he felt you. He squeezes your naked thigh. “You’re so damn wet, baby,” Eddie says in an almost disbelief. 

With more circles, you catch yourself leaning further back onto the table. Your bare ass laying on his jacket. It’s rough, slightly uncomfortable texture providing an additional sensation to the experience. As you laid back onto your elbows with eyes closed, completely vulnerable, Eddie adjusts his hand and begins to circle your entrance with one of his fingers. With every new movement, he watches your expression to ensure that you are enjoying yourself and he did not go past what you’re comfortable with. 

You continue to let out low moans. Your thighs continue to close, wrapping around him. Eddie whispers, “God damnit, you’re so tight.” You let out a whimper and try your best to keep your thighs down so you could feel everything. Eddie begins to kiss your inner thighs. It becomes harder and harder to stay quiet - as if anyone would be walking around in these woods anyway.

Eddie notices the shift in your body language: the movement in your hips, the way your hands brush through your hair. “I want you,” he says with a squeeze of your upper thighs. “Please,” escapes his lips. You whine as your clit aches for his tongue. “Eddie,” you whisper as you gently push his head down.

Eddie’s kisses get closer to your pussy. You’re dying under the pressure from your clit. You need him. You need all of him. His hands grip your thighs and pull you closer to him. His lips finally clasp around your clit. You let out a moan, increasing your volume. His tongue lightly flicks your bean. You continue to be impressed by how gentle he really is, as though you initially perceived him to be rough. Two fingers begin to circle your opening now, slowly pressing in. Your hands now tangled in and tugging on your hair. You need him. You desperately need him inside of you.

Eddie quickens the flicks of his tongue, while pushing his fingers deeper. You slam your thighs together as his fingers curl within you. You feel a sensation you’ve never felt before. A sensation you couldn’t possible achieve on your own. Eddie begins to suck on your clit, driving you mad. Your hand now deep within his brown locks. Fingers gripping his curls at the root. Eddie slowly thrusts his fingers within you, all while sucking your clit and maintaining a consistent rhythm. You feel a tightness in your stomach. You feel your toes begin to curl...

“Oh, Eddie. Please don’t stop,” your grip on his hair tightens. Eddie feverishly sucks and lightly nibbles on your clit. His fingers pressing in and out with quick motions. His other fingers circling your nipple. Your breathing begins to quicken. Your body begins to tremble and becomes overwhelmed with any new affections. Eddie thrusts deeper into you, harder now, continuing to curl inside of you. His breathing heavies as he increases his speed. He watches with adoring eyes and a gaping mouth his fingers disappear within you.

“Eddie, I-I,” you’re unable to complete your thought, so overwhelmed with a rush of pleasure. “Cum baby, I want it. In my mouth. Please,” Eddie says with a smile. His eyes fixated on you, determined to see your face as you cum for him. He quickly returns to his rhythm, leaving you weak. The quick thrusts of his fingers and tongue lapping of your clit leave you with a strong rush of release. You quickly clasp your hand around your mouth, never allowing yourself to be too loud. Although, a moan loud enough for you both to enjoy escapes from your lips. Your other hand deep within his beautiful hair. Your thighs tight against his ears, leaving him little to no air.

Eddie moans alongside you, enjoying your muscles tighten around his fingers. His unoccupied hand pulling one of your thighs closer to him. His body stiff against your body. Without hesitation, Eddie begins to lick away all of your release, taking his time. He slowly pulls away from your throbbing pussy. He begins to kiss your thighs again. You find yourself thankful as you are so close to being overstimulated. Never wanting his touch to become painful. As your back flattens against the table, you feel Eddie’s hand traveling up your stomach; still wet from you.

“Y/n?” Eddie said in an almost whisper as he began to stand up. You look down towards his face with such exhaustion, as if you had just woken from a nap. It was enough to make him chuckle. You could see your release glistening from his shaven chin. You shoot up and kiss his chin, leading your kisses towards his beautiful thick lips. “Eddie,” you pull away while shaking your head, “that was-” “Amazing?” he interrupts with a nervous laughter. You quickly nod, releasing a quick breath. Eddie smiles. He pushes back a strand of your hair before landing his hand perfectly onto your cheek. “Are you going to be okay for the rest of the day?” Eddie says. You giggle. “I may need a new pair of panties, but I think I’ll manage.” Eddie laughs alongside you. “I think I know what you mean. I can feel all this pre-cum.”

You smile and place your hand onto his chest. “Well let’s at least make it worth it,” you say softly. Your other hand reaches down to the tops of his thighs, feeling a rock-hard cock pressing tightly against his jeans. That oughta hurt, you think. A smile comes across your face as you revel in how girthy his cock feels. You let out a breath, desperately wanting his cock in your mouth.

As you trace your fingers to his belt buckle, Eddie stops your wandering hands. You look at him with clear confusion on your face. Eddie takes a good look at your expression and laughs to himself, such a devious laugh. He slowly shakes his head “no,” with a smirk on his face. He leans in for the softest kiss you have ever experienced before, while helping you put your panties back on. He then reaches down for your pants. Reluctantly, you follow Eddie’s lead as he supports your balance when you put your jeans back on, one leg at a time. With a furrow to your brow, Eddie smiles to himself again.

“Don’t worry, I’ll see you again next week.”  

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[babeydollx]

could you write a soft fic with Billy Hargrove? maybe just them laying in bed together snuggling and stuff?

Late Night Snuggles

Warnings: cursing, stressed reader, reader and Billy have been apart, not 18+ but, there is still one small sex reference. Still fluffy though.

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Female Reader

Summary: In which Billy and Y/N have a quiet night of snuggling together.

a/n: this could easily be terrible and honestly it's probably not going to be the best because I am very out of practice for writing fluff. This is my first Billy fic but, this was kind of hard for me to write so, I apologize lmao.

© Maybanks-Luver, please do not steal or translate my work

You were laying on your bed waiting for Billy to finish showering. You hadn't been able to see him all day so you were really looking forward to just being able to see him and be with him. The two of you had been so busy over the past week that the two of you barely had any time to just talk.

Billy had got out of the shower, dried off and then came out to see you. You immediately smiled when you saw him, rolling over onto your side so you could see him better.

"Hey, baby." He said with a grin when he saw you laying there. You just giggled and made grabby hands, wanting him to come over and snuggle with you. He smiled and walked over before laying down in bed and pulling you into his arms. "Mm.. I missed you." You said with a smile and giggled softly as you nuzzled his chest. He smiled, letting out a chuckle as he held you close.

"I miss you too, babe." He said. You smiled and removed your head from his chest, now looking up at his gorgeous face. You reached your hand up and gently stroked his cheek with your thumb and smiled. He smiled back at you. "God, you're so beautiful when you smile like that." He said with a grin.

"Thank you." You said softly as you flashed him another small smile. He chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss the top of your head. It had been a long time since you got to have soft, sweet moments like this with Billy. Everything had just been so chaotic over the past few weeks. It was nice just to be able to be in his arms for one with no interruptions, no worries, nothing. Just pure love.

"I'm so glad that I finally get to see you.." You said softly. "I know, I feel like we never get any time together anymore." Billy sighed. You held onto him tighter, never wanting to let him go again. His touch was soft as he gently caressed your arm making you giggle softly. You smiled and leaned up, kissing him on the cheek lovingly. Billy smiled when you did so. "I love you.." You said softly as you looked up at him. "I love you too, doll." He said as he kissed your forehead.

"So, how has everything been going since you started college?" He asked. You just sighed and rested your head on Billy's shoulder. "I mean, it's been okay. The work has been getting harder and I'm just scared of flunking. My parents have kinda been on my back about school and shit." You huffed. He frowned and kissed your head. "I'm sorry about that." He sighed. "I'm sure that you will end up passing with flying colors though." Billy said with a smile.

"Thanks." You said with a small smile and kissed his hand. "But really, try not to stress about it too much. I know it's easier said than done but, the stress isn't going to help at all." Billy said. "I know.." You sighed. "Y'know.." He said with a smile as he rolled the two of you over so you were under him. "Hm?" You asked. "I think I know the perfect way to help decrease your stress." Billy said with a small smirk. Knowing just what he meant by that, you grinned. "I'm down if you are." You said with a smirk. "Oh baby, I'm always down for that." He smiled and kissed you lovingly.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this fic!

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[tatakaetime07]

hi lovely, i saw you write for Steve Harrington and was wondering if you could maybe please write something where him and reader are friends but they’re both secretly pining for each other, neither one wanting to take that step until the day when he gets beaten up by the Russians. Reader finds him and takes him home to take care of him. And just a lot of fluffiness. Thank you :)

༘✶｡˚ ੈ♡So stupid s.h

A/n-thnx darling reader for the cute req, been wanting to write for my bby Steve :> (this is slightly off the plot but meh,this is before he was able to throw his guts up)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠-Steve Harrington x Gn!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:You weren't new to what dangers the boy you were in love with was constantly in,however of course he always found trouble,and you only wondered how much he could take

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬-Cursing,implied violence,implications of drugging

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭-1.3k

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"Holy shit!Holy shit I can't believe that just happened!"You stared at your friend incredulously as he drunkenly laughed while wobbling.

It was late,around midnight when you got radioed by Dustin Henderson,a kid you had gotten to know over the years.You were ever so worried as in a rushed voice Dustin had explained to you about what had went down at the mall thus far and that your best friend,Steve Harrington,was pretty banged up and he needed help,saying he could handle Robin,(a girl from your band which slightly freaked you out)but not both.You would've laughed if you weren't in the current situation.He said they were drugged and Steve was fairly beat up and were to much to take care of,so you caved.

You drove quickly in your beat up car to the mall,trying your best to make as little noise as possible.When you arrived you saw the four familiar figures of the kids and somewhat stable teens standing out front.Your eyebrows creased in worry yet curiosity as to what the hell happened as you parked and ran over to them.The said boy you were there for was spinning around and yelling random things.

Robin was sitting on the pavement with her face in her palm saying,"Robin..Bobin,Robin,Bobin-"

Once Dustin saw you he happily shouted,"(Y/n) finally here!Thank you so much for coming,I'll explain everything...later."

This caught the others attention as they turned to you,Robin went over and leaned on your side laughing while Steve looked like he had never seen you before.Erica Sinclair,the other kid who you thought was much too young to have to see...this,patted your shoulder while whispering a dragged out,"Sorryyy."

Your eyes narrowed as they rushed Robin back into the mall leaving you with the hazed boy.He was smiling dorkily at you while holding onto your arm.You were about to yell after them until you noticed a large bruise on his left eye,now that you noticed it was pretty hard to miss.There was also a large gash on his lip,your eyes narrowed as you remembered how a few years prior he promised that if he would do this stuff he would at least take care of himself,'Liar..'.You sighed while dragging him into your car.

"Do not throw up in my car okay-"

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Once you had helped into his house,thanks to the keys he mumbled were in the plant pot near the porch,you quietly helped him up his stairs,any time he would try shouting something you would cover his mouth with your hand,which he bit numerous times.You rolled your eyes and dragged him into his room,bringing him to his bathroom since he started to gag while telling you how shiny all of his lights were.He then collapsed near his toilet and proceeded to throw up.

You patted his back as you held back some of his hair.You had done this before since Steve going to a party and getting drunk wasn't all that new.After a bit you got him a cup of water along with a first-aid kit you found while rummaging through his bathroom.When he was done you helped him sit up and he stared at you weirdly with wide eyes,looking back and forth between you and the toilet,giving a glare in disgust.'Seems hes back to his senses.'

"W-wha...what happened?..(Y/n)?"You got a wet cloth and wiped his mouth,seeing as he had no idea what the fuck was going on.

"Well,well,finally feeling better Harrington?"You grinned as you washed out the cloth.Steve held his head in his hands as he shook it.

"Last thing I remember I was fighting Russians..what the fuck."You shrugged your shoulders as you sat in front of him and placed the aid kit down and opened it.He looked up you with a concerned gaze,"Wait where's the 9 year old?And Robin..Henderson!W-where are they?-"

You put your hands on his shoulder and squeezed them,"Hey,hey,they're fine,they're okay.Just...focus on you,okay?"

You took the same cloth and patted around his eye.He cringed in pain and you muttered a small 'sorry'.Now that he sobered up,you could see just how miserable he looked,and it made your heart clench.You had a bit of an infatuation with him since grade school,but seeing as over the years you been pushed into different social statuses and he dated someone as popular and pretty as Nancy Wheeler,you decided you would just keep your mouth shut and hope to move on.

"I'm sorry..(Y/n),for you always having to deal with me like this."Steve avoided your gaze as you applied guaze to his wounds.You sighed as you stroked his cheek with your fingers,he placed his hands over yours as he finally met your gaze,it made your heart skip a beat.

"You don't have to be sorry,I'm just...worried about you."He raised an eyebrow opting you to continue."Your always getting into this stuff, y'know?Like I know its for the good of Hawkins and everything but,why cant you just be selfish for once and take care of yourself huh?"

He was quiet for a moment which scared you,maybe you were being too selfish yourself,maybe you shouldn't have shared your feelings in case you made him feel guilty.

Steve let out an audible sigh as close his eyes momentarily,before whispering,"I think this is why I love you so much."

Your eyes widened,was he joking?Did you mishear?Was he maybe still dizzy and out of it?No,no you couldn't have heard what you did,there was no possible way he could,but he did.

Unbeknownst to you,for years he tried to play off his feeling by dating other girls,although he thought he found the one with Nancy it seemed she never actually cared,you however,maybe sorta actually did.You were there during all his various break-ups,his hangovers,his games.You were always there,but he was afraid of learning that maybe you didn't like him like that,maybe in fact resented him,maybe you thought he was bullshit.I mean look at him,he was currently bruised terribly and was sitting pathetically on the floor as the love of his life wiped throw-up from his mouth.If you had ever liked him he wasn't sure if you ever could then.

When he started getting involved in all that stuff he never wanted you too as well,but thanks to him you were most likely in danger.He wasn't sure why at the moment he confessed,and he was sure he was going to regret it in the morning,but he was just going to ignore that part.You scared him slightly when you sat for a few seconds,simply doing nothing.

Until you muttered out a small,"What?"

Steve couldn't tell if you were happy or mad,he could only hope it wasnt the latter.

"I-..shit I'm bad at this..I know this is weird timing,and you definitely don't have to say anything right now or anything at all,I just er,wanted you to know."

You surprisingly chuckled and smiled widely which made Steve's heart go a million miles an hour if it already wasn't.

"Steve..you can be so stupid sometimes y'know that?I..love you,too."The end came out as more of a question in itself,but in your defense you had always thought he only saw you as a friend,and maybe he was indeed fucking with you,and you didn't know why it had to be right after his ass was beat by some Russians.But hey,you needed to get these things out of the way one of these days.

"So..we love each other?"He asked breathlessly,while lowering his hand from yours.The scene might've seemed awkward but you both had never felt such admiration for each other.

You giggled quietly,thinking that maybe he actually did indeed feel the same way.You both stared into each others eyes star-struck before leaning into a small sweet kiss.Steve went for another one but you dodged and put your finger up to his slightly bloody lip.

"Maybe you should shower first."Steve deadpanned before groaning.

"Yeah,yeah,yeah."He kissed your cheek and got up again,you ruffled his hair while he grinned.

"Wanna join?"

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[musingginger]

I absolutely love your writing!!!! Especially for Eddie

I loved your most recent drunk Eddie one I was wondering if you could do one but this time it’s eddie that has to take care of his really drunk girlfriend but she’s really emotional and upset while she’s drunk this time and just super fluffy story

kickstart my heart // eddie munson

Synopsis – Reader gets to lit at a party at Steve’s from Robin’s doing (isn’t that always the case), and Eddie’ gets to take care of reader.

Pairing- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x You

Warnings – protective Eddie, implied sick reader (but no actual getting sick, promise), angsty reader, some cursing, kissing, LOTS of fluff, sweet Eddie, nicknames, established relationship, cute ending.

Word Count – 2.3k

A/N- Bless Eddie’s heart. I loved this request, so I HAD to do it! Reminder that requests ARE OPEN! Any constructive criticism would be appreciated. Also, this is only edited by me, so apologies if there are typos. And of course, if you enjoy it, please reblog! Hope you enjoy! Thanks! <3

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“Eddie, you gotta come with me. It’s Y/N.”

Robin burst in through the garage door right as Eddie was lighting up a blunt for Steve, Garreth and Jeff. His eyes widened as he handed off the blunt to Steve as he sprinted up the short flight of stairs leading into Steve’s massive house. Fear pounding through his chest.

“Where is she?” Eddie asks, panting.

Robin leads him upstairs, noise from the party fades into the background as they make their way to a quiet wing of the house. Walking down a long hallway, only a light from a cracked door at the end of the corridor lighting their way.

“She’s in here.” Robin says, pushing open the door, revealing a moderately sized bathroom. As she flips on the overhead light, Eddie pokes his head in, seeing you laying on the bathroom floor, head resting on some towels. An empty glass cup sits next to you, sweat dripping down the sides of it making a pooled ring on the floor next to you.

Your eyes closed and your breathing heavy, letting out a loud groan when bright white light fills the room. You squirm against the terrycloth towels as Eddie gets down on the ground next to you. You squint at your boyfriend, one eye open. “Eds…”

“Hey there, dollface.” He says gently, brushing some damp strands of hair off your forehead. “Have too much fun?”

You crack a soft smile, eyes heavy with alcohol. “Yeah.” You squeeze your eyes shut again, breathing in deeply.

Eddie half turns around, facing Robin. “Rob, what the fuck happened to her?”

Robin looks down, sheepishly scratching the back of her head. “Shots.” Her voice crackles as she shrugs her shoulders.

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie furrows his brow, rubbing the spot between his eyes, trying not to lose his shit on her. “It’s ok, I got this. You can go.” He waves her off.

“You sure? I can help-“

“It’s cool, I’ve got her. Really.” Robin nods at Eddie, before turning and walking back down the hallway and back to the party.

Eddie shakes his head before turning his attention back at you. Your curled up in a ball tighter than before. Eddie pries your hand out from under your chest, lacing his fingers in yours.

“Sweetheart, can you sit up for me?” He says gently, thumb stroking the topside of your hand. You moan softly at his request, shaking your head. “Please?” You tuck your chin down into the towels, desperately trying to escape the bright light.

“Too bright.” You whine softly. Eddie clamors over to the light switch, turning it back off. The warm yellow light from the mirror now cascading down onto the tiles, giving the room just enough illumination.

“Better, doll?” Eddie slowly moves towards you, putting your head on his lap. You nod, groaning when he moves you.

“I don’t feel good.” You lament.

“I know Angelface… I know…” Eddie says trying to soothe you. Hot tears prick your eyes, embarrassed by how drunk you got, that Eddie now has to take care of you and that you’re ‘that girl’ at one of Steve’s parties. You quietly start to cry into Eddie’s jeans, body shaking slightly.

“Hey, hey, hey, sweetheart. Hey….” Eddie shushes pulling your body into his lap and your head onto his chest. “Whatcha cryin’ for, huh? You’re ok. You’re ok.” He presses his lips against the crown of your head, his back pressed against the sink cabinet. With the little space he has, he starts to rock you.

You sniffle, gripping his band tee, crumpling it in your hand, your forehead pressed into the crook of his neck. You inhale his distinct, intoxicating scent.

“I got too drunk.” You slur into Eddie’s ear.

“You definitely did, dollface. But it’s ok. We’re all cool.” Murmuring against your head, lips still pressed against your long hair. Even though you’re slurring your words, and to be honest, a mess, Eddie thought you were still the most perfect girl in the world. Resting his cheek on the top of your head, grounding you there with him.

Hiccups takes him out of the fluffy bubble that had been built around you two for a brief moment. Eddie rakes his fingers through your hair, pulling it back from your face and tucking it behind your ears.  He reaches beside him for the cup still on the floor. Reaching back, filling it up with cold water, he brings the cup to your lips.

You shake your head, worried that if you drink more water you’ll be sick. “Angel, you’ve gotta drink more water. Please? For me? Just one glass and then we can go home. I promise.”

You keep your eyes close as you pout your lips out, not wanting to cooperate. “Kiss first.”

Eddie smirks, happily obliging your request, giving you a chaste kiss. You try to slip him tongue, but he pulls back.

“Naughty girl.”

Your eyes flutter open as he chastises you. “Pot calling the kettle.” Head dips back into his neck, eyes closing again.

“No, no, no. Sweetheart, comeon. We had a deal.” He pushes your head upright with his shoulder, putting the cold cup of water to your lips. You take a few small sips, before pushing it away.

“Comeon, doll. Finish this and then we can go. Please. Comeon…” He coaxes the cup to your lips again, getting you to drink the rest of the water. You lick your lips slowly, pulling your lips through your teeth, letting out a deep breath.

“That’s my girl.” He places the cup on the sink rim, smiling down at you. Peppering the top of your head with tiny kisses as he slides your arm over his leather clad shoulder, hoisting you up onto your feet. Your hand grips his shirt tighter giving you a solid foundation to get your feet under you.

Eddie’s hand pats your ass affectionately as you two start to walk. The walk down the hall feels like it takes eons. Loud music starts to bump louder as you make your way down the stairs and towards the front door.

Steve stops you two on the way out, making sure with Eddie that you’re ok. You close your eyes intermittently, the music giving you a splitting headache. The conversation was only a minute or two, but it was too long in your book and your patience was wearing thin.

“Eds.” You fuss against his warm neck. Eddie pats your butt again and gives you a silent understanding kiss on the top of your head as he said your goodbyes for the two of you.

As the door opens, the cool night air hits you like a ton of bricks. The sudden change in temperature makes you stumble over the short step out of Steve’s. Eddie wabbles with the extra weight, but luckily saves the two of you from some bruises and scrapes by grabbing the side of the house.

“Fuck.” He curses under his breath, readjusting you roughly. The swear word hit your heart with a deep pang, making your eyes water again. He leads you to his beat-up van, sliding you into the passenger seat.

The door slams closed next to you and Eddie makes his way over to the driver’s side. Hopping in, he closes his door forcefully, sliding the key into the ignition. A long arm is placed on the head rest of your seat, helping him back out of the driveway.

Putting the car in drive, he gives you a half smile before turning his attention on the road. The car was quiet other than the soft Dio cassette that was in the tape player. You lean your head on the cold window, looking out, lost in your thoughts. You couldn’t get Eddie swearing and how he slammed the door out of your head.

“Eddie...” You croak, voice breaking. “Are you mad at me?”

Eddie almost slammed on the breaks when you asked. He turns to you quickly, his face covered in shock and hurt. You were almost back to your house, but he pulls over anyways. He adjusts his body as to give you his undivided attention.

“No, sweetheart. Of course not. Why do you ask that?” He reaches his hand out gently putting it on your thigh. Brow furrowed created deep creases on his forehead.

You try to hold back your tears, but with all the extra alcohol in your body, they start to stream down your face.

“Well… when we were leaving Steve’s you cursed at me when I stumbled-”

“Angel, baby-”

“And then you slammed my door-”

“Oh sweetheart, I-”

You desperately try to get through the rest while blubbering. “And you haven’t even tried to touch me. You always have your hand on my thigh when you’re driving and you’re not even touching me-” Hard sobs wrack through your chest and you start to hiccup.

Eddie clamors over the center console, wrapping his arms around you. He knew you weren’t typically the emotional drunk, but tonight, there was a snowball effect. And he felt guilt ridden by contributing to it, even if he didn’t mean to.

“Angel, I’m so sorry I upset you. I swore when we stumbled because I was worried that you got hurt.” He mutters against the top of your ear, giving you petite kisses throughout the thought. “It honestly scared the shit out of me!” He chuckles softly.

“I didn’t mean to slam your door. As you like to say, I live my life fully committed.” That got you to chuckle slightly.

“And I didn’t put my hand on your leg, because I know you aren’t feeling good and I didn’t’ want to upset you.” He takes in a low breath. “But it seems that I did that anyway. I’m sorry, doll.” He laces his fingers in yours, kissing your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Eds.” You sniffle, rubbing your nose against the sleeve of your shirt. Eddie grabs the bandana out of his back pocket and cleans up your nose for you. Once your nose was dry, he couldn’t help but give you a kiss on the tip of your pretty pink button nose. You scrunch it up, giving him a slight smile.

“There’s my girl.” He caresses the apple of your cheek before placing a warm kiss on your lips. He can still taste the tequila that you took with Robin earlier. “You wanna lay your head on my lap for the rest of the drive home?”

You nod quickly, feeling yourself sobering up. Cheeks flushed red from embarrassment, but you know Eddie would never let you apologize for expressing your feelings. Especially when drunk. He was good about that.

He gently places your head on his lap, stroking your cheek for the rest of the drive. After five short minutes, he pulls into your driveway. Other than the front porchlight, the house was dark. Eddie takes the key out of the ignition swiftly.

He comes around to your side of the van, opening the door for you like always.

“M’lady.” He gestures, sweeping towards the door. Eddie offers the space under his arm, hooking his hand around your shoulder, keeping you from swaying too much. You brush away the last of the wetness from your earlier tears and get inside the house.

Eddie guides you to your shared bedroom, where he plops you down. “You stay right there, young lady.” He points at you, before pointing two fingers at his eyes and turning them towards you. “Got my eye on you.”

Rifling through the few drawers of your small bathroom, he desperately looks for something.

“Where in the fu-?” He murmurs to himself. You slowly get up and stand in the doorway.

“Whatcha looking for?” You slur.

“Makeup remover. You’ve got mascara all over your face sweetheart.” He cracks a lopsided smile before going to back looking through everything like a racoon in an open trash can.

Rubbing your head slightly, you point to the blue bottle on the counter. He notices your discomfort and grabs the bottle quickly along with a couple of cotton rounds. You take them out of his hand and quickly try to rub off the rest of the mascara, groaning softly.

Eddie pulls you into hug, wrapping his long arms around you. “Shhh shhh…” The sound of Eddie’s comforting and leather creaking fills the room. He kisses your forehead gently, scratching the back of your neck.

“Let’s get cha into bed, yeah?” Eddie murmurs. You nod into his touch, letting him guide you to the bed. He kisses your cheek, throwing open the comforter, laying you down on the cold sheets, still fully clothed. Normally you’d insist of getting into pj’s or at least out of your outside clothes, but you make a mental note to talk to him about it in the morning.

After quickly sliding your shoes off, he throws off his outer layers on the floor, leaving them crumpled on the ground and hops in next to you. Immediately, you snuggle against him, wrapping your arms around his boyish frame.

“’m sorry about earlier, Eds. I just-”

He cuts you off. “Shhh it’s ok.” Tiny kisses pepper your temple. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about any of that. Let’s just make sure we drink more water next time, yeah?” He bops your nose playfully.

You scrunch up your nose and nod, agreeing with him. Your eyes start to flutter shut, as you let out a big yawn, burying your face into his shirt. The smell of amber, cigarettes and weed fill your nose, soothing you, helping you fall into a dreamless sleep.

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[alonezz]

Toxic Parents

Robin Buckley x reader (one-shot)

Warnings: verbal abuse, mentions of food.

“You okay, love?” Robin questioned squeezing your hand softly, you where standing outside your house, about to knock on the door. It was the first time Robin was visiting your parents, you wanted your parents to meet her so they invited both of you over for Christmas dinner.

“Yeah,” you muttered knocking on the door, your parents could be really mean to you sometimes you just hoped they would behave in front of Robin. Robin looked at you concerned but before she could speak again your mom opened the door.

“Hi mom! I missed you!” you said excitedly, Robin smiled at your enthusiasm but the smile left just as quick as it came at your mothers response.

“Y/N,” she said dryly opening the door wider to let you in, not even giving you a hug. It had been months since you last saw them, you should’ve expected this. Nothing had changed. You walked in tugging Robin inside, the house was just like you remembered it.

“This is Robin mom, my girlfriend ,” you said as you walked to the dining room, following her. She stopped turning to face them.

“Nice to meet you Mrs. L/N!” Robin said politely lifting her hand to shake your moms. Your mom shook her hand and gave her a small nod before continuing to walk to the dining room.

“Your father just finished cooking dinner, take a seat,” your mom told you and you nodded, tugging Robin towards the table and sitting next to her, she pulled out the chair for you and gave you a small smile. She really hoped your dad wasn’t like you mom. Your mom took a seat in front of you.

“So, why did you decide to call now after all this time?” your mom questions and you frowned.

“It’s Christmas,” you mumbled making your mom scoff.

“So you just want to see us during holidays, get some food and leave for months again?” your mom said raising her voice. Robin watched the two of you talk in complete shock, she had no idea your mom was like this.

“N-no, I-I called but,” you started before being interrupted by your mom.

“Stop stuttering you are not a baby anymore use your damn words,” Robin’s eyes went wide in shock and you just cleared your throat wanting to speak up but no words where coming out.

“Dinners ready!” Your dad yelled coming out with trays of food and placing them on the table for you to serve yourselves. Your mouth watered at how good the food looked.

“Hi dad, this is my partner Robin” you said a little less enthusiastic, and Robin grabbed your hand under the table squeezing it.

“Hi Robin! Nice to meet you!” he said smiling warmly at her and she smiled back.

“Nice to meet you too sir,”

Your dad sat down next to your mom and they started serving themselves food. The food looked amazing and you grabbed Robin’s plate serving them what you knew they liked and placing it back in front of them.

“Thanks love,” she whispered and you smiled at her gently.

You started to serve yourself food now, you where starving having spent hours studying/working before this you had missed lunch. You grabbed a few slices of turkey since it smelled delicious, a little bit of mashed potatoes, stuffing and two bread rolls.

“Y/N, you’re going to eat all that food?” your dad questioned and your face went bright red in embarrassment.

“It’s not that much food dad,” you whispered.

“Thats a lot of carbs, honey you look like you’ve gained weight,” he said and your eyes watered. You silently placed the two bread rolls back and he nodded his head in approval. Robin was frowning, angry at your parents comments but she decided to keep calm for now, they where your parents after all.

“Also, what are you wearing? And where’s your make up? You could really use some,” your mom questioned. Your eyes burned and your throat went dry. Robin stopped eating completely focusing on you, she looked at your sad eyes and she couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Thats enough, we are leaving,” Robin said, standing up an extending a hand to pull you up. You looked up at her with teary eyes and their heart broke, she gave you a soft reassuring smile. You took their hand standing up.

“Y/N IF YOU LEAVE NOW DON’T YOU DARE TALK TO US AGAIN!” your mom screamed standing up and slamming the table making you flinch backward. Robin stood protectively in front of you and she shook her head in disappointment.

“How can you be like that to your only daughter?” She questioned sadly and your moms eyes widened but before she could say anything Robin grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the house. She walked a few blocks away from the house before turning to face you.

As soon as they looked at you tears started to fall from your eyes and Robin pulled you in for a hug.

“Shh, it’s okay love, you’re safe now,” she whispered against your head and you buried your face on her neck, your body shaking as you cried. Her hand rubbed your back comfortingly and after your body stopped shaking she kissed your head and you lifted your head to look at her, teary eyed and a small pout on your lips.

“you’re prefect, princess, please don’t listen to anything they said okay?I promise you are perfect,” she kissed your pout softly and her hands wiped the tears from your face. You nodded your head and she pulled you in for another hug. Her arms squeezing you and she planted kisses on your temple every few seconds.

“’m hungry,” you rasped out after a few moments and she chuckled pulling back and kissing your lips again, your eyes closed at the contact and the tingles it gave you.

“Let’s got eat at *favorite restaurant*?” She asked giving you a gentle smile and you nodded your head smiling back at her.

“I love you ‘bins,” you muttered and her heart started pounding faster, cheeks flushed.

“I love you even more angel, always,”

and when you tried to order a little less food than you usually do she held your hand and ordered the rest of your usual order.

A/N: I wrote this so long ago for another character lol anyways Robin and Nancy requests are open!!

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[raribella]

I am writing my next Eddie piece just right now. Still, at the same time, I just couldn't stop thinking about what Andrew Garfield said in an interview that the one Gwen scene was a lot emotionally heavy on and off screen because of his relationship with Emma at the time and how his brain couldn't really separate reality and fiction when recording and how this would sound !!! so !!! in a Joseph Quinn x actress!cast!reader fic. How they'd be in an interview and she'd be asked about Eddie's scene in which she took part besides Dustin, how she'd say basically the same thing, and the camera would catch Joe's eyebrows angling up slightly and him grabbing her hand from his chair. Just !!! so !!!

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[sunflowerharrington]

Angel Kisses 🤍

pairing - Steve Harrington X GN!Reader

word count - 562

warnings - none ☺️💕

author’s notes - for @eddiemunsonssslut because last time i dedicated a steve fic to her… well… yeah lmao. ilysm girliepops 💕 this is pretty dialogue-heavy.

note to self - careful bestie, your newfound love for steve is showing

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Angel kisses; so sweet that they were usually given to you to wake you up in the morning, to show fondness and the unconditional love your boyfriend had for you. Quick, calming kisses had been sprinkled on your eyelids and peppered on your forehead, temples, cheeks and the tip of your nose upon you returning to reality from your slumber, the beautiful image of your boyfriend pulling away from you.

His half-lidded eyes fluttered, smiling as he saw you waking up, pressing his lips to yours. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

God, his morning voice had sent little tingles all over your body, as did his wandering hands that from even the smallest of touches could ignite a flame large enough in your stomach to cause a forest fire.

Describing the way Steve kisses in one word would be; Euphoric. So excruciatingly gentle and slow, his hands trailing down your sides to hold you by the hips as he pulled you into his lap. He hummed into your mouth as you shifted in his lap, making yourself more comfortable, his hand almost shooting up to hold your cheek, but he slowed down his movements so he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Stevie,” you whispered, chuckling under your breath as his kisses left your lips and travelled to your jawline. “We might wake the kids.”

He let out an exaggerated sigh, playfully rolling his eyes as he gently pushed you down, your back laying against the cool, crisp sheets. He hovered over you for a moment, before propping himself up with one of his elbows, his skin against yours, sending butterflies straight to your stomach.

“Dustin sleeps like a log,” he explained. “Mike’s out with Will. El and Max have gone to the mall, Lucas is probably at the mall too looking for an ‘I’m sorry’ present to give to Max after their… what… millionth breakup? Eddie’s practising with Corroded Coffin to impress Chrissy, Nance is out of town with Jonathan and Argyle and Robin’s with them… We'll be fine, baby. We’re just kissing.”

Just kissing. Right. Just kissing Steve Harrington.

Steve.

The best mom ever.

Harrington.

“And what about Erica?” You asked, the image of her fake throwing up in your mind.

“She’ll call us disgusting nerds, nothing new. Besides, didn’t she make all of her Barbie’s kiss? And nothing is worse than what she told me she found under Lucas’ bed.”

“She told you? What did you have to do to make you tell her? Tell me!”

“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. No can do. She’ll spill all of my secrets.”

“We don’t keep secrets, Steve.” You pouted.

“Well… There's one I have to keep from you, but I’ll tell you when the time is right. I promise.”

“That’s enough convincing,” you giggled, leaning into his touch as he caressed the side of your face with his knuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

He smiles lovingly down at you, rubbing his nose against yours in an eskimo kiss.

“You’re adorable, Steve Harrington.”

“You’re even more adorable, Y/N Harrington— I mean… Um…” he chuckled nervously, fiddling with something small in the pocket on his jeans. “Forget I said anything.”

”Y/N Harrington has a nice ring to it,” you said, smiling, pulling him into your arms, hearing something drop to the ground and clatter.

And then you saw the little silver ring rolling across the floor.

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[wasteddreamswriter]

I Pick You Pt.2

Eddie Munson x fem reader

Summary: You are new to the town and someone catches your eye, little did you know he is in a band and wants to know who you are.

Word Count: 1.7k words

I Pick You Pt.1

The school day has been and gone. Homework in hands you travel the hallways alone, the sound of the gym loud and roaring with the whistles, squeaking shoes on the wood flooring and shouts from teammate to teammate.

"To me Billy! To me!" You hear one deep voice shout.

"Harrington! Get your head in this game man!" Another bellows. You shove your hand in your back pocket and pull out the guitar pick you had received the night before. A shy smile creeps onto your face.

"Maybe you  can come by a Hellfire Club meeting one day after school?”

Those words play in your head for a split moment. 'Hellfire Club' you think to yourself. As you carry on down the halls you spot Dustin and Mike once again in deep conversation, them moving towards the drama studio. You speed up your steps and catch up to them.

"Hey guys!" You say surprising them. The spin on their hells and look to you and smile.

"Oh hey there!" Mike smiles. "Everything okay?" He adds. You nod your head and look at the tops they wear 'Hellfire Club'.

"You guys are going to Hellfire tonight?" You ask. Their faces turn to shock and they seem dumbfounded as to what to say. "Your shirts kind of give it away..." You tell them pointing out the graphics on both the tops. The boys giggle softly and nod. "Mind if I tag along?" You ask.

"I mean-" Mike starts.

"Of course you can!" Dustin interrupts and starts to guide you down the hallway to the drama studio.

As you enter you notice the lights are out and dimmed stage lights glow in the background subdued red and a fiery sunset orange mixing to look like the ground is on fire, a table is set up for a grand D&D game, folded chairs sit around the table full of die, cards and papers and a massive board in the centre. But at the top end of the table you notice a throne is set up, so grand and regal, you wonder who must sit there.

"Eddie told me to stop round if I wanted to..." You shyly say to them.

The boys look to one another, you can't read their faces well, but something seems... off.

The double doors to the drama room swing open and Eddie enters. His hair pushed back behind his shoulders instead of round his face to almost conceal his face. You see his skin shining in the dim lights. He takes a bow and looks to you and smirks.

"Your Dungeon Master has arrived." He announces. You can't help but smile to yourself at his confidence. "I see you have decided to join us tonight." He says wondering over to you, the smirk still playing on his face. You stand dumbfounded, unable to string a single sentence together! How does he do this?!

"Eddie, are you ready for the campaigns finale?" One guy asks walking into the room silently. He too wears a Hellfire Club shirt. You glance around Eddie and see two more people standing in the room now, all of them here for the game tonight. One small and slim with wild curly hair that looks far too overgrown for his liking and another chubbier guy, his belly hanging just below his Hellfire Club shirt. You can tell these two are slightly older than Dustin and Mike, they too must be in senior year.

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The game is underway now, all the boys leaning in closer and closer with every passing moment. Due to the fact that this is the finale, and you don't quite understand the game just yet, you decide to just watch from the side lines this time. You are engrossed with the story, and hold your breath when each player rolls their die, fingers crossing for critical hits in every fight they come to. Dustin stands to roll his final die. Blowing into his hand and closing his eyes, he whispers to his die clutched inside his hand, takes a deep breath and flings it across the table...

"THAT. IS. A. MISS!!" Eddie bellows, standing from his throne and smiling like a Cheshire cat. You can hardly believe it, Dustin's character is dead, and yet he is probably the strongest player of them all! Dustin slumps in his chair defeated.

"How?! How is that possible! I did everything!" Dustin complain face in hands. You place your hand on his back, sharing a sympathetic smile to him. "There's no way to defeat Vecna."

"Mike. You are last standing in your party. You have one more chance to defeat Vecna. What will you do?" Eddie asks, playing his role as dungeon master so well you hang on his every word.

"Shit." Mike whispers grabbing his dice. His leg bounces under the table as he ponders his next move. "I am going to pick up Dustin's axe from near his body, and I am going to run and jump from the highest point on the land ahead of me and attack Vecna with the axe and use my extra damage roll to double the attack..." Mike explains. We all look to Eddie who sits, hands clasped and placed in front of his face. He looks almost dangerous, intimidating, different from how you have seen him before.

"As you wish." Eddie states, giving Mike the table. "How about we let the new guest roll your extra damage attack?" Eddie adds looking to you. You are caught off guard and quickly sit up straight, a concerned look on your face makes Eddie chuckle to himself. Mike is hesitant but places a small die in your hands. The game now rests in the palm of your hands. Mike rolls first, he rolls a re high number of 16, already hitting the enemy down to almost death. You take a deep breath in and close your eyes. Lifting your hand you shake the dice around and pray that you don't ruin this game for all the boys around the table. You chuck the dice down and every watches in anticipation, watching it as it rolls back and forth, swivelling on its corners and finally resting in the centre of the table before everyone.

Before you even begin to open your eyes, the small group erupts in cheers and the vibrations of jumping and celebrations can be felt through the floor.

You open your eyes and land them on the dice in front of Eddie at the top of the table. You rolled a 10, making this a critical hit, damaging Vecna down to death points, with Mike's roll, it makes for Vecna's end. Vecna has been destroyed and the campaign is won by all. Eddie is standing up laughing and clapping his hands before looking to you and taking a bow holding his arms wide to you. I guess this is your welcome to the Hellfire Club.

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The night has drawn to a close at the school, and as the Hellfire Club falls out the back of the school, still celebrating their victory, you lag behind. Watching your new found friends in awe. They truly are happy and you are part of it. Then you feel hands grasp your shoulders.

"Welcome to the club" the voice is low and secretive. you get chills running down your spine. His voice is like music, you could listen to it all day if you could. He pulls you slightly and your turn to him. His face is so close to yours and you can feel his hot breath brushing over your face.

"Thanks..." You say, unsure what else you can say in this moment.

In that moment, you two stand there together at the end of the hallway, the school lights going out every second filing down the hall. You just stare at each other, and for a second you wish this moment would last a lifetime. But the imposing eyes staring you down make you catch your breath back and look away, slowly swinging your legs and carrying on out the doors. You look over your shoulder and Eddie stands, hands in pockets and smiling.

What was he thinking? Why does he always stare at you like that?

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The cold night air is crisp and clean, you breathe it in and fill your lungs.

"See you later Ed!" the boys call over to Eddie, he raises his hand and waves them goodbye, meanwhile the other hand lifts a cigarette to his mouth and a lighter follows, lighting up and glowing in the darkness.

"So, what did you think of the campaign?" Eddie asks you suddenly taking a drag from his cigarette.

"It was great! You, were very intimidating." You smirk at him.

"Who me?" he asks shocked. You nod your head and clutch your books to your chest. He wonders over to you, you smell the thick smoke as he exhales. "Well, the intimidating one is you, sweetheart" he states lifting an eyebrow to you.

"No way. That was just beginners luck. I'm sure I will be the first person the party to die from now on" You laugh.

"I don't believe that for a second" Eddie responds taking one last long drag.

"Oh yeah? Trust me, I can make some dumb decisions, my character will end up in loads of trouble." You chuckle. Eddie throws his cigarette to the floor and stomps it out in the dirty of the school field.

"You make dumb decisions?" He questions. You laugh to yourself and look to him.

"I am a very stupid girl sometimes Eddie." You say tilting your head to him.

"I don't think you're stupid. You seem to know what you are doing. You know what you want." He inches closer and closer to you and before you know it, you both stare at each other, bodies inches away from one another. You look up to meet his eyes, to find them sparkling in the moonlight of the night sky. Your breath hitches in your throat. Eddie pushes his lips out slightly, chewing the inside of his cheeks, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"I know what I want." You state confidently.

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The Road to Nowhere

premise: And we’re back with another chapter! The group has Eddie out of Hawkins and harm’s way, now they have to find their way to his new home away from home. Finally, a little alone time for him and Dustin’s sister. Angst abound! 

pairing: eddie munson x dustin's sister!reader

word count: pairing: 2205

warnings:  very brief use of marijuana

notes:  I left this chapter with a bit of a cliffhanger because I want to make this oh so juicy for all of us. We all deserve a little Eddie kiss every now and then, right? Thank y’all so much for the love on the first two chapters, I’ve had so much fun writing this entire thing. Let me know what you think of this chapter!

Read Part One Part Two  Part Four

There were far too many people crammed in the car for the amount of time they’d be driving but you couldn’t talk Max or Dustin out of tagging along. You’d tried though; that long speech about how dangerous it was for them to come with you didn’t really hold so much weight anymore. So, Eddie was still shoved on the floor of the backseat which couldn’t have been comfortable for anyone let alone someone who had just had a weeks long stay in the hospital. But he didn’t seem too bothered by it. For the most part he’d rested his head back on the door and closed his eyes, every now and then Dustin or Max would bug him about something but that seemed to calm his nerves. He’d stopped fiddling with the rings on his fingers about an hour into the drive.

But now Steve and Robin were arguing in the front over who was right about the next turn they needed to make. Nancy had the map all spread out on her lap while Robin excitedly pointed to where she thought the right turn off was only for Steve to then chime in, one hand guiding the wheel while he tapped at a different line on the map.

“You think we’ll actually make it to our destination before they kill each other,” you whispered down to Eddie.

One eye popped open to look up at you, the corner of his mouth upturned into a smile. “You’re the one who let them drive.”

“I had to ensure the precious cargo was safe,” you scowled down at him. “Besides, they’re both wrong about what road is the right one…I’ll let them argue a little longer.”

That elicited a full laugh from him which made everyone’s ears perk up. “Inside joke,” you smiled, waving your hand back to the road ahead. “Eyes on the road Harrington, we don’t need a car accident right now.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, hands both back on the wheel now. “No backstreet driving.”

And just like that the arguing in the front continued.

Miles and miles of tree lines passed by you before you finally piped up about which road was actually the right turn to take. Steve was shooting daggers at you through the rearview mirror and repeatedly saying “you’re kidding me, you’re actually kidding me” under his breath while Nancy let out an exasperated sigh. Robin opened her mouth four or five times to say something back to you but couldn’t quite get the right comeback out. You could feel Dustin’s body shaking with laughter against yours when Eddie whispered, “totally worth it,” from below.

You shot him a wink without thinking anything of it, “we’re almost there I promise.”

“Good, I think you could kick me in the shin and I wouldn’t feel it at this point,” he said.

At that Max kicked her foot out from where she’d tucked it underneath her and grinned, “wanna try that theory out?”

“No, no no,” Steve shouted from the front seat. “Absolutely not!”

Max sighed and crossed her legs under herself once more, mumbling something about ‘no fun’ under her breath.

About twenty more minutes down the road took you to exactly where your college friend had instructed you the place would be. Once the dust settled from the dirt road behind you it was in perfect view. Perched on a little hill a ways from the main house was a beat up old RV, surrounded by acres and acres of green grass and not another house in sight.

Eddie watched you smile out the window as the car rolled to a stop. He wanted to see what you saw but he wasn’t kidding about his legs being dead asleep at this point. Pins and needles stung each leg up and down as he attempted to pull himself up enough to peek out the window. You shoved the door open and quickly slid yourself out before reaching for his wrist like before and tugging him out behind you.

A hand on your shoulder steadied him for a second as he righted himself.

“She’s not much but it was all I could do on such short notice,” you smiled, hopeful that this wasn’t going to be a bust.

There it was. Eddie’s new home and hide out for the foreseeable future. A gloriously rundown Winnebago RV with a hideous orange and brown paint job. The blinds along the front side were tattered and lopsided. The screen door had a massive rip down the center but the main door was sturdy as could be. He gave it a yank and hopped up the stairs for a more thorough look at his humble abode. You could see him through the window pacing here and there giving it a once over.

“I’m gonna mend that screen before we leave,” you started, fiddling nervously with your hands. “And new blinds are on the list I gave Steve and the group to pick up.”

He popped his head out the door, a smile plastered across his face, “Y/N, this is great,” his voice was even and so soothingly pleased. “A good scrubs all she needs.”

“Really,” you beamed up at him, making him go a little weak in the knees. 

And just when you thought that smile of his couldn’t get any bigger somehow it did. He extended his hand for you to take and guided you up the few stairs into the RV like he was walking you into some extravagant ball. “This place isn’t maybe what you’re used to but it’s as close to my home as you could’ve gotten,” he started. “And you didn’t have to do any of this so I’m, uh, really…thank you.”

“You’re welcome Eddie Munson,” you looked him in the eyes, those big brown eyes. And for a second you almost let yourself lean in to kiss him right on the lips, like he’d done back in the hospital. But the moment was gone when Steve bound up the stairs to let you know they were heading into town to grab everything from the list.

You purse your lips into a thin line, “thanks Steve,” you replied without turning to him.

“Come on,” Eddie smiled down at you before looking up at the hatch to the roof. “Let’s check out the view from this bad boy.”

It wasn’t the easiest climb up you’d ever made but eventually you were both standing atop the old hunk of junk looking out over the massive field. A hand went up to your brow to shield your eyes from the late sun still peeking through the old trees. 

“Hey,” Steve’s voice carried from below, half in the car and half out to yell up at you. “Be careful, I don’t want to come back here to one of you with a broken neck.”

You sarcastically waved him off, “I think I can manage…just get what we need and make it snappy!”

He rolled his eyes before mumbling something under his breath and getting back in the driver’s seat.

By the time you’d turned back to look at Eddie he was sitting down, resting back on his elbows with his feet kicked out in front of him. He truly looked right at home in that moment and it gave you the slightest bit of relief.

For the time being he didn’t have to worry about running.

“This seat taken,” you asked, the toe of your shoe pointing to the spot next to him.

That big smile of his spread across his face like a cat with a mouse in its mouth, “s’all yours.”

The clearing was quiet except for the occasional bug that zoomed past one of you, early risers for spring. Your bare legs sprawled out in front of you to match Eddie and you couldn’t help but stare at all the scars all over them from that night in the upside down. To be honest you hadn’t paid much attention to them in the last week or so because you’d been so focused on helping your brother get his friend out of police custody. Some of them were bright red still while others were a deep bruised purple.

Eddie watched from beside you as you chewed at the inside of your cheek, eyes focused intently on your legs. He had some of the same scars on his legs too and his arms and his stomach. Reminders of the hell you’d all endured to defeat Vecna which, at this point, seemed impossible. Hawkins was burning from the ground up as you two sat there in the country air and those scars were reminders of the battle still to come.

A tap of his boot to yours pulled you from your thoughts, “they’re not so bad…it’s like a badge of honor at this point.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I’ll tell all my friends back at school all about the demon bats in the alternate dimension that attacked my friends and I.”

An unfamiliar giggle bubbled up from Eddie’s chest and before you knew it he was in hysterics. He let his body fall back onto the warm roof of the camper and held his sides as he fully laughed at the ridiculousness of everything you’d all been through. “Shit, that hurts,” he groaned through a laugh, wincing.

“Maybe this will help,” you leaned back enough to pull the small joint from the front pocket of your jeans, holding it out to him between two fingers.

“Henderson,” he grinned, taking it from your hand with all the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning. “You really are full of surprises.”

You couldn’t help but grin, “it’s from your stash…I don’t want to know why it took Dustin all of five seconds to find it.”

He opened his mouth to reply but then thought better of it and opted to pull out a lighter from his pocket and attempted to light up. But turns out drowning it in Lover’s Lake along with the rest of him had all but killed it.

“Jesus H Christ,” he mumbled, the joint still between his lips. “Not one goddamn thing can go ri-”

And before he could finish his rant you’d stuck a lit lighter in front of his lips. “Didn’t figure you’d still have a lighter on you after the shit you’ve been through in the last week.”

“Dustin and I stopped by your trailer before we broke you out and packed up some of your stuff,” you answered him before he could open his mouth. “I found that shitty little lunchbox full of your stash and grabbed the joint and the little baggie still in there…I hid it in your bag.”

It was the most thoughtful thing anyone had done for him in, well, ever. Not just thinking to bring him his pot stash but to go out of your way to pack clothes for him. Hell, you’d cooked this entire plan up yourself he was sure. You’d told him that Dustin had begged you to help him but he knew better. There was very little he remembered after the bats took him down but he did remember your teary eyes watching him closely as you’d helped Steve, Robin and Nancy haul him out of the upside down. Sure he was a dead man. 

“Want a hit,” he asked, the cloud of smoke he’d been holding slipping through his lips.

You looked at the joint between his index finger and thumb then up at him, “you’re the worst influence,” then you reached over and took it from him taking two quick drags from it.

“Looks like it’s your first time,” he teased, taking it back from you.

That made you smile.

“Did you really think all I was doing at school was getting an education,” you giggled.

The two of you sat like that for a while; passing the joint back and forth between you as the sun slipped lower and lower in the sky. It was so peaceful out here you wished you didn’t have to go back to Hawkins with the group. You had no idea what you were going to be greeted with when you returned. The ash falling from the sky had gone on for miles as you drove before you finally hit a point where the sky was normal again. So, you didn’t want to rush this.

“How did you manage this,” Eddie broke the silence.

A quick shrug and another puff of smoke spilled from your lips, “like I said, a friend from school mentioned this shit can last semester. His parents are total hippies so they don’t give a shit who's staying out here. I just told him I had a friend who was trying to get away from a bad situation…he’s a sucker for a sob story.”

“Just a friend,” he questioned, the joint resting between his lips now.

You shot him a look, “that’s what you’re worried about now?”

“Oh come on,” he replied, sitting straighter now. “You mean to tell me you weren’t about to kiss me before Steve so rudely interrupted us earlier?”

The heat rose in your cheeks so fast you were sure they were on fire.

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