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damaged goods {e.m}

plot: you and eddie have been seeing each other for a while but just as things are getting good, he self destructs and pulls away.

character: eddie munson x reader

As soon as you see his black van parked at the school, you're determined to hunt him down. He's clearly been avoiding you for the last two weeks and you want to know why. Was he not interested in you anymore? Did he want things to end? Was he going through something? You didn't know but you needed to; you couldn't just have nothing from him so you were going to do whatever it took, whether it meant missing classes or even skipping school completely, you'd do whatever it took to get to the bottom of this.

Things between you and Eddie had just been getting good, you were getting to the stage where you were hoping that he'd ask you to be his girlfriend and then he just... left. Whatever the reason, you needed to know. You liked Eddie, god you really liked him and that's why you were pissed. You wanted this so bad, you wanted him so bad and maybe he didn't want you and honestly, it hurt a lot more than you'd care to admit.

You didn't know where he'd be so you found someone who would. It didn't take long to find the rest of the Hellfire Club, they were tucked away inside their dedicated room ranting about the new campaign that they were starting. When you barged in, they immediately shut up.

"Where is he?"

They glanced around at each other, stammering and red in the face.

Rolling your eyes, you put your hand on Dustin's shoulder, "Dustin," your voice turned from hard to sticky sweet, "Can you tell me where he is?" Poor Henderson. He was clearly under instruction to not let you know his location but as soon as you fluttered your lashes he spluttered out that Eddie was in Mr Muchnik's class prepping for a test that he'd previously failed. You patted Dustin on the shoulder, "Thanks, kid," as Mike Wheeler hissed 'dude he's gonna kill you'.

On the walk to Muchnik's all you could think was that you hoped he didn't have a class first thing because you wanted this all sorted with Eddie, you didn't want to have a bunch of kids walk in on your - what you presumed would be - heated discussion.

When you walked in, Eddie was hunched over the table, scribbling things down, "Henderson, I told you not to bother me-"

"Munson!" The roar of your voice startles Eddie, making him jump and cower like a dog who's being scolded for chewing on the couch cushions.

Quickly, he jumps up, "I-I gotta go, sorry, really gotta run!" He excuses himself and tries to scuttle away.

"And you're just abandoning all your work, huh?" You ask, arms crossed over your chest. Eddie looks back to the mess he's left on the desk, the important mess on the desk, "You won't mind if I just tear it all up, would you?" Eddie's eyes narrow as he weighs up the situation in his mind. Would he really let you destroy his hard work just for the purpose of avoiding talking to you for even longer? Seriously?! "I just had to flirt with a goddamn twelve year old so you're going to fucking speak to me, Eds!" You hiss, annoyed and still slightly mortified with flirting with Dustin.

Eddie almost laughed, he would've had the tension not been too much, "Fuckin' Henderson man..." He mutters under his breath before realising that right now is not the time for jokes. He relents with a heavy sigh, "Okay, let's talk."

You're standing, arms crossing frowning at him. He's looking at you as though you're the one who needs to do some explaining and your patience wears thin, "Well?" It's harsher than you really intend it to be but Eddie doesn't flinch, instead he shrugs one shoulder, scratching the back of his head.

"I don't really know what to tell you."

You're fucking pissed and he knows it. It takes every ounce of self control to not rip him to shreds, "Start with why you've been avoiding me." Your voice is sticky sweet but with an edge; a knife dipped in honey.

His composure changes from that of being skittish to being... indifferent? "I'm damaged goods, sweetheart," he says, hands spread out in a 'what you gonna do about it' gesture, "what more can I say?"

"The fuck are you talking about?" You're angry, he sees it burning in your eyes and he doesn't blame you. He'd be angry too if you'd avoided him for two weeks with no sort of rhyme or reason. It's like he doesn't care, like it's fun to mess you about but the real reason is that he does care; so much, maybe even too much, "What does that mean?"

"Damaged goods," he repeats, voice more serious this time, "I'm broken, fucked in the head, a mess... Any of them work better for you?" He sounds bitter, annoyed at himself almost.

You roll your eyes, "I know what it means, Munson, I just want to know why that's reason enough for you to avoid me for two weeks when things were just getting good."

It's Eddie's turn to be confused, "Because I'm a mess. Why would you care about me? I'm not worth it so I decided for you."

You roll your eyes, "How about you let me decide what I can and can't handle? Eds..." At the sound of your nickname for him, his face softens and he suddenly can't look directly at you anymore. Shame burns in his stomach. Could you really care about him? Has his insecurities caused him to push you away? Your demeanour changes and all of your anger vanishes. You're not angry. Your heart aches for him in this moment. You reach out for him, he doesn't react, "I thought things were going really well, I stupidly thought that you were..." You trail off, shaking your head with a bitter laugh.

"That I was what?" Eddie presses quietly.

"That you were gonna make it official soon," you say with a shrug, "I don't care if you're broken or if you're a mess - have you met anyone who's not a bit of a mess or a little fucked?! I have issues too, Eds, I struggle as well. You just have to trust that I care about you because..." he finally raises his head to look at you, "I do. I do care about you."

He laughs humourlessly, "Why? Why do you even care about me? I'm a freak, no money, no friends, nothing."

"Because you're you, Eddie. You're funny, always making me laugh even when I'm mad or upset. You're so sweet. When we started this thing I didn't really see you as a sweet or caring guy but my god you are. You came and picked me up at 3am from Olivia's party, drunk as a skunk and then I puked in your van and you didn't care. You still called me pretty and helped me get home safe, didn't complain about the state of your van or anything. Spending time with you is so fun. Before we started hanging out, I don't remember when I'd had this much fun. Eds, you mean so much to me and I don't get why you don't see how fast and hard I'm falling for you!" The last part was a secret that you'd meant to kept locked up and as soon as you say it, you take a sharp intake of breath, "I-I- fuck."

Eddie smiles, a real smile that reaches his eyes and crinkles the corners, "You mean all of that?" He steps towards you.

Your cheeks burn hot, "Yeah, I do."

"All of it? You accept me for my flaws and all?"

Again, you agree.

"You promise?" He asks, "I'm giving you an out right now. If you're not sure, if you don't think this is a long term thing... get out while you still can because I want you and once I have you," he's standing right in front of you, chests centimetres from touching, "I'm never gonna let you go." His breath fans over your face and you find yourself closing the gap between the two of you.

"I'm all in," you whisper, eyes boring into his.

He grins but you barely get a chance to see it before his lips are on yours, warm and fast. It's not a long kiss, no those tend to happen in the back of his van, but it's enough for now.

He pulls back, pressing your foreheads together, murmuring an apology to you, "I'm sorry," he starts, "I- I got kinda in my head. Couldn't understand why someone like you would date someone like me." Instead of replying, you kiss him again. He tastes familiar - cigarettes and coffee.

"Oh," he says, pulling back, "we're totally in a relationship now by the way if you didn't know." He speaks quick before kissing you again. Your hands tangle in his hair as he backs you against the wall. You missed him; you missed this. You just hoped that you'd be able to prove to him that no matter what he was - damaged goods or not - then you'd be here to help repair the pieces.

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Never Ending Proposals

Steve Harrington x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2267 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Steve really wants to marry the reader, and will NOT give it up but at a certain point, he has to face reality.

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“Steve…no”

“No”

“No Harrington”

“God, what is wrong with you? We are not getting engaged”

With the way you just kept repeating yourself, you were sure that someone was going to have you committed but it wasn’t entirely your fault.

He just wouldn’t drop it.

No matter what you tried to tell him, Steve refused to accept that you weren’t ready to be his wife yet.

You got it, you really did. You had heard his fantasy over and over again, about all the kids and the camper van and all that.

It sounded nice… after you had secure careers and could actually afford a camper full of Harrington's. Until then, you were just going to keep saying no, and it didn’t matter how sweet Steve was, or how much he genuinely meant each proposal.

As far as you were concerned, Steve Harrington was still a child, and so were you. Neither of you had any business getting married or starting a family yet.

Just last week, you’d lost Dustin in the mall, and you were confident he was easier to handle than an infant. At least, you hoped he was, considering how much trouble he caused the two of you all by himself.

How were you supposed to juggle everything you already did on top of marital responsibilities? You couldn’t.

There was no way to feasibly make it work.

Not that your partner saw that as clearly as you did, as evidenced by the fact you were once again talking about it, this time driving down the road.  

“I just think it would be nice, y’know?” Steve hummed, getting that dreamy look in his eye again, even though you’d already shot this particular fantasy down once this week.

You smiled in spite of yourself, enjoying the fact that he’d clearly given the more romantic parts of his plan some decent thought. In every way except the practical, he knew exactly how it would go down if you agreed.

Unfortunately, you had your focus placed firmly in reality, where there was no ring on your finger and you liked it that way-for the time being, at least.

“It would be nice, but we aren’t ready” you reminded, resting back fully against your chair, turning your head to meet his gaze before he returned his to the road.

That wasn’t he wanted to hear.

Part of you felt bad for shooting him down so readily. You understood the sentiment, and it would be a lie to say that his insistence on being with you was romantic but it was also crazy.

If you went through with it now, it would be like playing house. It wouldn’t actually be something you could sustain all on your own, and that was just the marriage part. You were even less ready to be parents.

You didn’t even have reliable parents of your own. You wouldn’t know how to be them.

“Why not? We always make it through, together,” he kept going, muscle memory almost entirely driving him now, as he ran his left hand through his hair, only partially focusing on the road.

From where he was sitting, it made perfect sense.

Sure, getting married young like you were was a little unorthodox, but it wasn’t entirely uncommon, especially in a small town like Hawkins. Besides, if anyone had any hope of making it work, he was sure it was you.

The two of you, getting through things together and making it work, no matter what. That was who you were and who you’d always been, for one another.

Marriage was just a formality.

A way to make it permanent, forever.

“We could definitely handle marriage” Steve shrugged decidedly, taking your silence as as much of an answer as he was going to get for now.

He knew you weren’t ready, but it didn’t bother him. You were worth waiting for and if waiting was what you wanted to do, you would do it.

…but he wasn’t going to stop proposing.

Steve made up his mind. He wanted to marry you more than he’d wanted anything in a long time and he wasn’t about to let you forget it.

Not that you could even dream of something like that.

You were painfully aware of the situation at hand, sometimes to the point that the pressure nearly crushed you. After all, Steve had dated a lot of girls before you, and of all of them, you were the one he chose to propose to and not just once.

He had proposed to you more times than you could keep track of, though the most memorable ones had certainly carved out a place in your mind.

The first time, for example, you and Steve had gone to the park and halfway through your walk, he’d made up his mind, and dropped to his knee right there.

Then there were the most elaborate schemes of all; like the time he’d sent a single slip of paper to your house every day for a month, all with the same proposal penned into the paper in blue ink, or when he’d hidden his grandmother’s diamond in a soda can.

Each and every one was crafted with so much effort and care, and he’d put so much time into every individual moment and detail.

It was a beautiful testament to how much he cared for you, and part of you wanted to say yes.

…but you couldn’t.

Wouldn’t. Not until you knew the time was right.

“We could. But first, we have to handle the video store” you reminded, pressing a soft kiss to Steve’s cheek before ducking out of the car entirely, leaving the man you loved to once again ponder over another failed conversation.

“I can handle the video store” he muttered, content to enjoy another day by your side, even if it was just as your boyfriend.

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“Hey Steve” you called, rounding the corner to the horror section where he was restocking inventory, finally making up your mind, once and for all.

As endearing as he was, and as genuine as his feelings were for you, something had to change.

The pressure of all this marriage and babies stuff was going to drive you crazy, and you couldn’t feel like he was just constantly waiting for you to say yes, like you were keeping him from the one thing he really wanted.

Like being his girlfriend wasn’t enough anymore.

As soon as he heard your voice, the man stopped dead in his tracks, glancing at you over his shoulder, a huge grin on his handsome face.

“There’s my favorite girl. How were the romantic comedies?” he hummed, referring to the section you’d been assigned for the night.

Right now, it was just the two of you on the floor, given the fact Robin had drawn the short straw and was currently locked in the back room. Normally, that would mean a fair amount of sneaky kisses and misquoted movies, but not tonight.

Tonight, you couldn’t stop thinking about the talk you’d had on your way in and you needed some closure, before you drove yourself crazy.

“They’re fine. I was just thinking and I wanted to run something by you” you tried, watching as Steve immediately put down the box he’d been working on and turned his fullest attention to you, as if there was nothing else in the world.

Which, to be fair, there may has well been, in Steve’s mind.

“Sure, what’s up?”

His words hung in the air for only a moment before you finally blurted out what you’d been thinking about all day, without any of the tact you’d been hoping for.

“I need you to stop proposing to me” You started, slightly panicking now that it was all out in the open. Almost instantly, you felt that weight on your chest, no doubt punishment for crushing whatever happy family dream your boyfriend had for the two of you.

Understandably, there was silence between you for a moment as Steve tried to process what you were telling him.

Thankfully, you stepped in again before he could let his brain run wild with this new information. You wanted to make sure that he understood that you weren’t telling him no forever, or ending things, all you wanted to do was wait a little bit longer.

After all, you had ever intention of marrying him, as soon as you reasonably could.

“I love you, more than anything, and one day, you will be the most amazing husband. I just want to wait a little while longer” you cooed, speaking as quickly as you possibly could.

More silence.

By this point, you were sure that you’d upset him, maybe more than you ever had in the course of your relationship.

There was no way to know for sure considering Steve, the most expressive person you’d ever known, wasn’t actually saying or doing anything.

Until, of course, he did.

All at once, the man you loved was standing in front of you, holding your hands gingerly in his own as if you may actually slip through them if he wasn’t careful.

“What is it? Are you worried about your parents? Or my parents? Is it money? Because I can take more shifts. I’m just saying, I could definitely support you, we can figure it out” Steve assured, squeezing your hands, his face so close to your own that you could see the slight flecks of green in his eyes.

Which, of course, nearly melted you.

While you knew it was a bad idea, it was moments like this that made you want to marry him that much more.

He was so amazing.

You knew that there was nothing Steve wouldn’t do for the people he loved, and somehow you’d found yourself in the middle of that…you were lucky to be in love with him, you knew that.

All you were asking was to be with him, in this moment, instead of constantly yearning for a future that you weren’t prepared for yet.

“It’s none of that. I just can’t handle the pressure of it. I don’t want to feel like I’m letting you down” you sighed, deflating at his earnestness.

You loved him so much, and you just needed that to be enough for now.

Steve nearly scoffed at that before forcing it down. Clearly, even though it made no sense to him, that was how you were feeling and he had no right to take away from that.

“You could never let me down,”

Say what you may about Steve Harrington, but he was nothing if not determined to be happy and nothing brought him more happiness than his girl. You were his everything, and if he had to give up every other one of his vices to make you his, then he would just have to learn to live without the rest of it.

It was unbelievable to him that you were actually his girlfriend, and even a smile from you could brighten his whole day and send away the rain.

No matter what you two went through together, you had always been by his side, and the truest love he’d ever had.

The least he could do was try to return that favor for you.

That being said, this morning when he brought it up, he knew that you weren’t going to be happy with him but he didn’t really care. He wanted you to be his wife, and would do whatever it would take to get to that point.

Which wasn’t fair.

At some point, he should have considered the position he was putting you in, and since he hadn’t, Steve was grateful you’d brought it up.

The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable, or make anything harder for you. That was quite literally the reason he wanted to marry you in the first place, so that he could make sure you were always content.

“I love you, that’s what this whole thing is about. So, if you aren’t ready, we’ll wait” he decided, a flood of relief washing over you in an instant.

That was all you needed to hear.

That he wasn’t angry with you, and that he was okay with putting off any greater life planning until you were actually prepared for them.

Steve wasn’t thrilled about it, of course, but he knew what you were saying. In fact, this was one of the reasons he loved you so much. You were so much more realistic than he was, and if he didn’t have you, it was possible that he wouldn’t be able to function even half as well.

“I love you” he repeated, wrapping his arms around you fully now, in what had to be the most comforting hug you’d ever shared.

Not that you could be shocked, even now.

Everything that Steve ever did made him feel that much more irreplaceable to you and he really was. It warmed your heart to know that he was so serious about all of this, and that he really did love you as much as he claimed to.

“I love you! We’ll get there. I promise” you whispered back, giving him a strong squeeze before pulling away almost completely, though not far, considering the fact that you could still feel his breath fanning your face.

“Okay, then I have a promise for you,” Steve grinned, tapping his chin, almost as if deep in thought, before he finally made up his mind.

“I promise that the next time I propose will be the last time”

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Dating Eddie Munson Would Include...

Request: I’m so excIted for the Stranger Things season four stuff!! Can I please request some headcanons about what dating Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) would include, please? thank you so much!

I love this man so much so thank you!!

Warning: slight NSFW!

If you enjoy, please help me out by leaving a comment!

(I do not own Stranger Things or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @omralbum.)

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Eddie Munson is... a lot to deal with, in the best way possible. (Baby boy I’m so sorry for saying that about you ily so much I want to wrap my little goblin man up in a blanket and bonk his head fondly I’m going insane.)

I don’t know, I just feel like Eddie would have known you forever. Both in the physical sense, with you only being a few years apart in school, but also that kind of ‘man I’m living in a dream, this is my soulmate and I’m just a dork standing outside life looking in at nirvana’ kind of way.

The first day he met you, he was too nervous to say anything. Instead, he just turned a blooming red all over his face and neck, latched one of his homemade bracelets onto your wrist, and then ran back into class.

The two of you have always been fast friends since then, but sometimes he would confuse you. Looking back, you were just too young to understand why exactly Eddie Munson would keep looking up at you like that. With that tilted, wide wonderous brown eye look and tense jaw. Sometimes, when you’d go out with a little snotty nosed Steve Harrington (the good ol’ days before he was a cool babysitter) you’d follow Steve’s scrunched up nose and confused head tilt to find Eddie sitting over by himself near the swing set. He’s stopped doodling in his journal, but instead ducks his head and buries them deep into the pages to hide his blush at getting caught by you. Or, he’d be skating back home after school ended, and as he fist bumped you goodbye he would always turn around to give you one last last look before he zoomed off down the boulevard - one warm eyed smile that seemed to burn like sun tinged clover as the sun crested behind his head.

So PHEW man, when he was finally in High School and only a few months away from ‘graduating’ for the first time, he finally mustered up the courage to pour out all the words that have been stuck bouncing around his brain and choked up in his chest over the last lingering years. It was a dank, dusty looking kind of autumn night, one’s where Eddie took his mind off all the revision he was not doing by going out and playing gigs to empty bars. Even with only a few drunkards stumbling about the stools, and even if the place reeked of ammonia and smoke, he could feel his heart pound along to the drumming of his friend when he spotted you slip in through the back doors, coming to cheer him on. When you grinned and waved awkwardly up at him, he finally seemed to understand what true happiness must feel like.

When he drops his beloved guitar and runs down off the stage once the set is over, everything finally just comes blurting out from the pit of his stomach like some frenzied hurricane of messy nonsensical noise. 

I’ve got to be honest, dating him isn’t the easiest hill you could have chosen to run up in your life, but it’s by far the most important one you’ll ever choose to take.

He comes to pick you up and drive you both to school every. single. day. My man is impatient (not to get to school, he couldn’t care less about that. It’s just been over seven hours since he last saw you and he’s literally vibrating in his seat), so either be out of the house before he arrives or be ready to try and calm your angry parents when Eddie comes skewing up the road with his hand slammed on the horn. Be prepared as well for him to shove the passenger door open and immediately lean over the gear box to make out with you for a hot minute before you’ve even had a chance to sit down properly. Even though he’s just had his tongue slipped between your lips, he always acts like a flustered little field mouse when he pulls away and smiles at you. He’s such a cutie pie - still nervous and all shy when he leans down and pulls a bag of croissants out from under his seat that he bought you for breakfast.

I mean, you spend half the time eating it, and half the time taking a bite and then shoving it into Eddie’s face so he can share it with you while he’s driving, but you always appreciate the sentiment.

I mean, like... you HAVE to be part of the Hellfire Club right??? Eddie couldn’t bear it if you were away from him that long, so honestly despite how heated and intense the roleplaying sessions can get, they’re also pretty sweet at the same time. Mainly cute looks from Eddie from behind his manual, throwing you heart filled side eyes any time you roll the die. Or, when someone else is deciding their turn, you see a slight grin tug on the side of Eddie’s lips before you feel a thump against your foot under the table. He can’t help the way his chest starts to shake with laughter as you begin to play footsie hard enough to shake the table, even if he’s pretending to be all official and looking straight ahead at the game. In the end, Mike’s had enough and pretends to fake gag at the two of you, which usually ends with Eddie steamrolling his character with a terrible event in revenge lmao.

But by GOODNESS seeing you in one of their Club shirts??? My man will literally roll his eyes back in his head, stagger back into the lockers and clutch a hand over his heart before he falls to his knees pretending to faint every time he finally sees you in the corridor between lessons. Hearing you laugh always makes him burst into those sweet, high-pitched and hair swirling giggles, and that’s all he wants out of life. The sound is the most magical feeling in the world, and suddenly everything seems to make sense as he looks up at you with that bright smile and eyes near bursting with all the love the Universe can barely contain.

He’s definitely a full body kisser - the kind where he just grabs you by the elbow as you pass by in a blur of warmth, cups your cheeks as you turn to look at him in surprise, and kisses you silly. The kind where his back completely hunches over so you’re all encompassed by him, and his cheeks are so smashed against your own while he presses his plump lips against yours that you swear you can feel infinity. And then the little cheek will just swagger off to his last period as if nothing happened. You can always catch him looking back at you with a proud smirk and the softest ass eyes you’ve ever seen, despite his cocky strut.

Eddie pretends to be all confident 24/7, but honestly he struggles to play properly with his band unless you’re there with him. He feels like you’re his lucky charm, the one good thing in his life gifted to finally get his life in order (86′ is his year baby!) Mainly though, he just likes to show off to you during band practice, prancing around the stage and doing very dramatic twirls and reckless looking headbanging to make you laugh.

The two of you usually sneak off to hang out in the forest behind the school, once you’ve finished eating lunch with the rest of the Hellfire Club. With his arm around your shoulder, the two of you saunter off and away into the welcoming mists. He puts up a nonchalant façade as the two of you chat familiarly and warmly, but you know deep down that the things people write about D & D, the way other students whisper about the devil behind his back do get to him. This is the time of the day when he allows his softer, gentler side to come out to you - a rose blooming in the dirt in spite of the thorns. Do NOT tell anyone though, otherwise he gets all flustered and hyped up about it, but he does like to come out here to the outskirts and sit with you on the bench for a while. It’s always an intricate ritual, one well known but well versed so he can feel safe for a while. He starts by placing his head on your shoulder while he’s talking, and then a few moments later you can wrap your arm around his shoulder. Then he collapses sideways into your chest, and you just sit there hugging him for as long as he needs, rocking back and forth every so often.

On the days when he’s feeling brighter and more revved up due to a mixture of the excitement of starting a new campaign, and the continuous revelation that he’s here!! With you!! With you!!! he’ll shove you down onto the dirt before collapsing down beside you. Lying hip to hip and forehead to forehead, he feels more calm and at peace than he ever has in his twenty years of life. Putting his hands behind his head, you lean up to rest against his elbow as he makes up stupid stories about the shapes of the clouds. He always ends up turned to face you, though, his larger hands gingerly caressing the top of your arms as he bops his nose against your own fondly.

These are the kind of times when he likes to invent up these big, grandiose and ostentatious plans about how the two of you are going to escape Hawkins... move out somewhere on the coast, where he can become a tattoo artist, or perhaps a science fiction writer, and the two of you will be happy and free forever.

Some people think he wouldn’t be much into PDA, but my boi is HUGELY into it. He’s constantly got his hand resting on your knee under the lunch table, before biting his lip and trying not to smirk as he hears your breath hitch from where he’s gripped your thigh. Or when you’re cleaning up after the latest campaign has ended, he likes to pull you against his chest and drag you away from your very disgruntled and head shaking friends. He likes to rest his head on your shoulder, burrowing in like a puppy searching for treats, looking up at you from behind his fringe with a dopey smile and lightning struck eyes. He adores it when you play with his curls - Eddie will give exaggerated shivers and fall backwards onto the floor, curling up in laughter and gazing at you as if you hung all the stars in the sky.

He always gives you his jacket when he walks you from his car back to your doorway after school. He tightens his hand on your shoulders and leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead when you try to shrug it off and give it back to him. He winks and walks off, shouting behind his shoulder that it ‘looks way hotter on you than it ever will on me!’ He’s a strangely observant man, so he always does small things like this if he thinks something’s wrong or that you’re uncomfortable in any way.

This trait has nearly got him in trouble many, many times. Mainly due to the fact that any time you’ve had a falling out with someone, or the usual jocks are being rude to you due to your association with the freak Eddie Munson, he climbs up onto the tables at lunch and starts shouting across the hall at the person. Dustin manages about half the time to grab his leg and pull him back onto his seat before a teacher grabs him by the collar and gives him yet another detention.

On the weekends, when he’s at band practice and you’ve chosen to spend some time hanging out with your other friends Steve and Robin at ‘Family Video’, he’ll come sneaking in all innocent looking before sliding up to the counter. He’ll pretend to be busy looking at the snacks for sale, before overplaying the way he taps Steve’s shoulder.

‘Excuse me my good sir, I’m looking for the perfect move to impress the hottest, most badass person in Hawkins. Big plans, you ask? Why if you must know, it’s for me, I’m the hottest-’

The sentence ends with him earning a shove in the ribs from you.

He gets quite lonely, being all by himself at the trailer while his Uncle’s out working nights. So, he rings you up and promises that if you come over right now (the night before a class test, may I add), he’ll cook dinner for you. And, to be fair... he kind of does? But he also manages to cook the fringes of the kitchenette curtains, burn half the counter space, and set the bottom of the cabinets on fire. You end up managing to wrangle a very fed up sounding Steve into picking up and driving over to drop off a peperoni pizza to the two of you, before spending the night cuddled up on his bed watching the absolutely terrible movie he picked up at said movie store mentioned earlier. He cannot keep his hands to himself, though, man is so fidgety. If he’s not distracting you by crawling onto your lap and trying to kiss you through the bracket of his arms, he’s sliding his palms under your legs and trying to flip you over to straddle him. He’s spending the night climbing over your body like a sloth going wild, until he’s finally comfortably latched on and has fallen fast asleep. By the time the end credits roll, your legs are completely asleep due to the weight of his own on top of them, and he’s snoring with his nose pressed against your cheek.

Sometimes he’ll wake up for a moment, eyelashes fluttering open to a strange tickling sensation on his skin. Turns out, you’re just letting him sleep, silently running your pointer finger over the outline of his tattoos in the hope of soothing his dreams. When he looks down and notices the bracelet he gave you on the first day of school still roped onto your wrist, he nearly starts crying against you.

When poor Chrissy Cunningham gets... well, he’s almost surprised to find you lifting up the boat tarp and immediately falling onto him to wrap him up in the tightest hug your body could muster. He starts weeping into your neck, his own arms holding you in so tight a vice you fear you may burst right there and then. He was just so afraid - not of the cops, or that the town might think he’s a murderer, but that you would believe the lies they were spreading about him and never want to see him again.

You refuse to leave him. So, while the others go out to get the shattered looking man some groceries, you just sit with him for as long as needs. For a few hours it’s just the two of you on the boat dock, sitting side by side with your knees pressed up against your chests. He’s still too shaken to speak properly, in full sentences without choking back a sob. Every time his mouth blubbers open, and he turns to you with those misty, terrified wild eyes, you just grab his hand and squeeze it gently as you rest it on your knee. Every time his bottom lip starts shaking, and his breath hitches as if he’s about to pass out, you cradle his face and coo at him about how everything is going to be alright, and you’ll never ever leave him again. He burrows those words into his heart like a man desperate for air, leaning slowly forward to press a shaky kiss against your lips. He refuses to pull away, instead simultaneously pressing his forehead against yours, gasping for breath as he tugs your hand to hold against his heart.

Something had drawn the two of you together for as long as either of you could remember, and you would be damned if the wolves of Hawkins or some damn curse was going to rip you apart when your lives were just beginning.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #st #st imagine #steve harrington #robin buckley #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

[writings-of-a-british-fangirl]

Teacher’s Pet [Eddie Munson x Reader]

Title: Teacher's Pet Summary: You ask Eddie to teach you how to pay Dungeons and Dragons in order to impress a boy that you like. (Eddie just doesn't know that the boy in question is him). Warnings: Nothing ? (Mutual pining with a happy ending) Request: you ask eddie to teach you d&d under the premise that you want to impress a guy; he says yes in order to spend more time with you and he constantly tries to guess who the boy that you've got a crush on his (spoiler alert it's eddie)

Eddie Munson~Teacher's Pet

You couldn't help but stare at him. You don't want to- but, you do. Eddie Munson. You'd had a crush on the metal head for... For as long as you could remember. Eddie and yourself had crossed paths numerous times: he sat beside you in English, you went to the same middle school, you had mutual friends. And, yet you hadn't managed to say a thing to him about your huge and obvious crush you had on him. You hadn't managed to say much of anything to him, lately.

       "You know, you can go to speak to him," Robin chimes in, placing her lunch tray down and taking a seat beside you, "Or you know, you can stare at him forever."

       "Shut up Robin," you whine, "I can't just go up to him!"

       Robin rolls her eyes.

      "And, why not?" she asks, glancing towards you.

      "Because I don't even know what to say to him!" you insist, "What do I just say? Hi Eddie Munson I've been in love with you since middle school, let's run away together?"

       "Hmm maybe too subtle," Robin teases you.

       You groan.

       "This is hopeless," you profess, "I'm just going to never speak to him, graduate and move out of Hawkins. Perfect plan."

       "Or... Or you could ask him about that cult he runs!"

      "It's not a cult! They play a game," you insist, "It's called Dungeons and Dragons."

       "That's it! Ask him about that, then. Ask him to teach you how to play it," Robin plots, "That way you get to speak to him, and he gets to rant about hell...Hell Flame."

      "-Hell Fire," you correct.

      "See- you already care about his cult- club. You're off to a great start," she smiles.

      "You're ridiculous," you huff with a small smile, "But, you might be right."

      "I'm always right."

      "Whatever," you smile and push her lightly.

       And, yet, you can't stop thinking about what Robin had suggested. Even after lunch and into the next period, you mull over what she had said... I mean, it wasn't technically the worst idea- and if nothing else it meant you had a legitimate excuse for talking to Eddie. One where he might be too distracted with the topic of Dungeons and Dragons, that he was oblivious to your massive crush you had on him. You leave your class room, and your eyes widen as you see Eddie from across the hall. Well, it was worth a shot.

       "Hey, Eddie right?" you ask approaching him as he is just about to slam his locker closed.

       Eddie tries not to jump at the sound of a sweet voice beside him. He glances to you with a confused look on his face. His heart rate increases. You offer him a sweet smile, and he tries to not look too nervous. There was no way YOU were speaking to him right now. Eddie had a small (gigantic) crush on you ever since you were in the same class together in middle school, but he had yet to work up the courage to become more than acquaintances.

      "H-hi, yeah, hi," Eddie stutters out, "I mean, yeah I'm Eddie."

      You let out a small giggle, and Eddie curses himself. Did you come over to him just to make him nervous and embarrass him? Surely, you weren't that cruel... Eddie snaps out of it: no, he knew what you were here for.

      "I don't have anything on me at the moment, but I can meet you by the bench in the woods tomorrow-"

       "-Eddie, I'm not here to buy off of you," you smile, and then hesitate, "But, I do need your help."

       "My help?" Eddie asks, now even more lost than before: if you didn't want to buy, what could you possibly want?

       "You can totally say no to this by the way," you preface, "But I wondered if you could teach me how to play Dungeons and Dragons?"

       "Now, you're definitely just over here to tease me," Eddie rolls his eyes and fold his arms, "What? Pretty girl wants to learn how to play D&D? I don't buy it. Why now, huh? Hell Fire has been around for years and now you want to join? It doesn't-"

      "-I'm not teasing you," you insist, mortified that Eddie was getting annoyed at you, "Okay, I know I'm not the archetype of someone who plays Dungeons and Dragons, but the truth is I want to learn because I want to impress someone I like okay?"

      Fuck. You didn't know why you said that. He was definitely going to figure it out now.

      "Ooooh, Y/N has a little crush," Eddie smirks, dropping his annoyed expression and going back to a friendly demeanour, "A crush that likes D&D? Who is it?"

      "T-they don't go here," you snap, "And, yes he likes D&D- but if you're going to be like this then I can go ask Gareth to teach me-"

       "-No! No, it's fine. I'll teach you, don't be like that," Eddie halts you, "You want to learn from the best, right?"

      "What's your character name? Eddie the Humble?" you tease.

      "Ouch," Eddie feigns hurt, dramatically stumbling into his lockers, "You wound me."

      "I do apologise, my Liege," you say with just as much dramatic flare, "Are you free later? Pizza on me. Am I forgiven?"

      "You are forgiven. I am very easily swayed by flattery and bribery," Eddie replies, but pauses, "Your place or mine?"

      "My place works," you answer, scribbling your address down on the edge of your note book before ripping it and handing it to Eddie, "I have a free house. My parents are out of Hawkins for business, so no bed time for us."

      "Free pizza, Dungeons and Dragons, and no bed time? You really know a way to a mans' heart, sweetheart."

        "Shut up, Munson," you blush, "See you later. About 7."

        "It's a date."

         Your heart was beating so fast as you walk away from Eddie, and you can barely believe what had just happened. Eddie Munson was coming to your house. The Eddie Munson. If your middle school self you see you know, they would be screaming out of excitement. You have to call Robin- even if you would be met with a flurry of 'I told you so's, she deserved to know her plan had worked.

~~~

Eddie couldn't believe what had just happened. If it wasn't for the scrap of paper he held between his thumb and index finger, he would've definitely thought he dreamt it. He looked towards your figure, which was disappearing from his sight, then back towards your address. Eddie smiled. 1986 was definitely going to be his year.

        "Are we still on for practice later?"

        Eddie is that distracted by thoughts of you that he doesn't even realise that Gareth and the rest of Corroded Coffin had appeared behind him.

        "Huh?" Eddie asks, before his brain catches up, "Actually no. Gentlemen, I have different plans. Y/N and I-"

        "-Finally! You asked her out on a date," Gareth concluded.

       "Well no. No, not exactly," Eddie mutters, "But, they asked me to teach them how to play Dungeons and Dragons and I'm going to their place later. So no practice."

        "So she asked you?"

        "No! Yes- well, technically it's not even a date! You know what, I'm not even going to discuss this anymore- I've got to go freshen up."

        "For your date," Gareth teases.

        "Fuck you guys!" Eddie huffs, only half annoyed: in reality, he was too happy to be annoyed.

~~~

You laid on your bed, trying not to watch the minutes tick by. It was hard not to: the interaction you had with Eddie went perfectly, and so some part of you was beginning to suspect you had dreamt it and he was never coming. That was stupid. You were just over reacting. He was coming- he was definitely going to show up-

        The door bell rings.

        "Coming!" you say all but running down the stairs.

        You open the door and smile as you are greeted with Eddie, who has a book in one hand and a bag on his shoulder. He was going full teacher mode. You move aside so he can enter and direct him up the stairs to your bedroom.

       "Eddie," you smiled, "You made it."

       "Wouldn't miss it for the world, princess," he smiles back.

        Your heart all but flutters at the nickname.

       "First one on the left," you direct as you lock the door behind you and follow him upstairs.

        Eddie let out a low whistle as he entered your room. It wasn't what he was expecting. For some reason, he had pictured your room to be pink, full of frills and covered in cute decorations. And, teddy bears. Lots of teddy bears. Okay, so maybe he was just picturing a stereotypical girls room he'd seen in shows and movies, but he was surprised nonetheless when he took in what he saw. Posters: of bands he had actually heard of- and liked. Lots of decoration around- photos of your friends, bands you liked, you as a kid. And a teddy bear. Just one. Eddie looks to you with a smile.

        "You have such a cool room!" he exclaims, making himself at home on your bed, "No way! A judas priest poster!"

        You roll your eyes, "Don't act so surprised, Munson!"

        You take off your jacket, and he eyes the band t shirt that you're wearing.

        "And is that a Metallic t shirt? Wore it all for me?"

        "No, you ass hole," you jab back, sitting opposite him on the bed, "I just have good taste in music. Have you heard their new song 'Master of Puppets' yet?"

        "Heard it?!" Eddie exclaims, gesturing wildly with his hands, "I live and breathe it, sweetheart. I'm learning to play it! Almost got it down!"

        "Well, I have to hear it!" you encourage, "Next Dungeons and Dragons lesson is at yours!"

        "Inviting yourself round are we? Kind of forward," Eddie flirts, leaning in towards you, "You already want a second lesson? We haven't even had our first."

        You try not to give him the satisfaction of blushing.

        "Kind of eager," Eddie all but purrs.

        "Shut up!" you push back at him, gazing down at his hands where he was leisurely twirling one of his rings before looking back up at him, "You're just happy someone outside of Hell Fire wants to listen to you talk about this game!"

        Eddie breaks his gaze, and the tension lowers for a second.

        "You're not wrong," Eddie sighs dramatically, before adding, "And it does help that it's you..."

        It was your turn to tease him.

        "What does that mean?" you pester.

        "N-nothing!" Eddie gets flustered, losing his confidence as your stare at him, "Right! Dungeons and Dragons!"

         "Dungeons and Dragons."

~~~

Eddie watches you as you fill out your character sheet. He'd give you a run down of all the different types of characters you could be: their roles, their races, their traits. And, then instructed you to create your own character. As he watches you, his thoughts drifted back to why you had invited him here in the first place. You were learning this for a guy. Not him. Some guy. Eddie internally huffs; he'd been trying to get you to notice him for how long? And, now you were learning a whole fantasy realm for some guy. His thoughts spill over to his words.

       "So tell me more about your crush," Eddie says, twirling a strand of hair between his fingers.

       You look up at him, and are brought back to the white lie you had told Eddie to get him here.

      "I've been trying to guess, actually... I know you said he doesn't go to Hawkins, but I thought you might've said that just to throw me off the scent. I can rule a few people out," Eddie muses, "It's not Jason- he wouldn't be caught dead playing-"

     "-And Jason is not my type!" you object immediately, your attention completely leaving your character sheet, "Give me some credit. I don't like assholes like that!"

       Eddie puts his hands up in surrender.

      "What is your type then, sweetheart?"

       Your heart beats fast, and you feel like this is now or never. You'd only been crushing on Eddie since middle school. You could tell him. Rip it off like a bandage: just tell him. Just tell Eddie Munson you've been in love with him for yours. Your voice catches, but after a moment you speak.

      "I don't know... Uh, I like long hair. Good taste in music. Sweet. Makes me laugh. Brown eyes. Plays in a band," you take a pause, trying not to lose your nerve, "Named Eddie."

        Eddie's eyes widen.

        "I... What?"

         For once, Eddie is silent. This couldn't be real, could it? He'd only been in love with you since he was a young teen. Fuck. 'Tell her you love her! Tell her she's your type too!' Eddie's internal monologue screams. Say something- say anything. But, he couldn't. He lost his voice while he was processing your words, trying to decipher if what you said was a hallucination. Had he finally smoked too much? Your voice brings him from his thoughts.

        "The truth is... There is no guy," you confess, avoiding looking at Eddie, "Not really. Well, not another guy. You- you were the guy this whole time, and I just wanted to spend more time with you but I was too much of a coward to ask you out. So I, well Robin suggested it really... I asked you to teach me about D-"

       "-You like me?" Eddie interrupts, his eyes wide.

       "Yeah. Is that... Is that okay?" you swallow your words, glancing up at him.

       "Is that okay?" Eddie repeats, almost laughing at his and your obliviousness, "I've only had a crush on you since we were like twelve!"

      "Since middle school?!" you exclaim, "And you didn't say anything?"

      "Neither did you," he retorts.

      "Fair," you laugh out, not realising how close the two of you had gotten.

      "So... Uh-"

     "-Can I kiss you?" you interrupt.

     "Yes! I mean... Yes," Eddie rambles, only stopping when you press your lips to his.

     You pull Eddie closer to you, until you are basically in his lap. Eddie groans into you and his hands finds their way around your waist, and you in turn place your hand on the side of his face, before running it through his hair. God, you loved his hair. You wondered if he would let you pull on it.

     Gently, you lean back and look at him.

     "Hi," Eddie whispers.

    "Hi," you reply smiling.

    "So, how long have you been in love with me?"

    "Oh shut up," you giggle.

     Forever. You'd been in love with him forever.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie lives #eddie #eddie x reader #eddie imagine #eddie imagines #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #one shot #st #st imagine #st imagines

[why-what-no]

Pretty When You Cry

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst

Summary: Billy’s girlfriend gets tired of him always abandoning her to hang out with his jock friends. Based on the song Pretty When You Cry by Lana Del Ray

Requested by: My bae @mothshabby

It was a beautiful night as (Y/N) stepped out of her friend’s car, stars shining so bright like they were watching her. Her shoes crunching over the gravel as she got out of the car.

“You want me to come with you?” Nancy asked, brow knitted in concern. (Y/N) avoided eye contact, knowing that the pity on Nancy’s face would make her cry.

She shook her head.

“Alright. Steve’s there if you get into trouble , I’ll wait here until you’re back.”

She was always so grateful for Nancy. Even when the girl was a lot, the Wheeler girl was the best friend anyone could have. And (Y/N) was holding that thought in her mind like a shield as she walked towards the bonfire party that the jocks were holding after their game’s big win.

She could spot Billy fairly easily. Glowing gold in the warm light of the fire, standing and laughing with his friends. His wild laugh like a lion’s roar, his mane of blond hair blowing in the wind.

The sight of him made her chest constrict, even more so when he spotted her and grinned. Billy shoved past his friends and made his way to her. “Hey babe, what are you doing here?”

He knew something was wrong when he leaned forward to kiss her and she stepped back.

“Did you forget, Billy?” Her voice was soft, a waver in it. She was trying to pull on her anger, hoping that anger would make it easier to talk than sadness. “You said we were going out for dinner after your game?”

His face dropped, realizing what he had done. Around them, the basketball players were laughing and play fighting. Unaware of what was happening between the lovers. The fraying relationship.

When (Y/N) and Billy got together, she always felt like his whole world. She was his girl, he told her everything. So many days they spent together, holding each other close.

But Billy had been getting distant, knowing he had her so forgetting he needed to work to keep her.

Plans got cancelled hours before they were supposed to happen, leaving (Y/N) all dressed up with nowhere to go. She’d spend so much time waiting for him only for him to never come through.

And she couldn’t do it any longer.

“I’m sorry princess.” Billy was trying to make it right. “Let me get my stuff, we can go to dinner right now.”

“No. I wanna go home.”

“Then I’ll take you home.” He replied

“Not with you.”

Her boyfriend looked properly scared. “(Y/N).” He only used her proper name when he was being serious. “I’m sorry, I… I can make this better.”

She shook her head, picking at her nails. “I think it’s better if you don’t. This relationship clearly isn’t important to you.”

“No!” Billy denied that quickly, drawing a few glanced from his friends. Their attention was retaken by the party moments after, however. “I need you, babe.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean.” (Y/N)‘s voice was harsher, her mind made up. “Not when you keep leaving me for your friends.”

She didn’t listen to the rest of his excuses, turning on her heeling and walking away from him. Walking away like she should have done earlier.

It was only when she got back to the car that she started crying. Nancy had her arm around (Y/N), saying reassuring things that the heartbroken girl could barely hear.

While she finally wiped her eyes after her sobbing, (Y/N) took the time to examine herself in the mirror. Billy always said that she looked so pretty, his pretty darling. She wondered if he’d think she looked pretty while crying that she was. Maybe that was why he kept hurting her.

Maybe it was because he thought she was pretty when she cried.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #st #st x reader #st imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things billy #stranger things billy x reader #stranger things billy Hargrove #stranger things billy Hargrove x reader #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove x reader #Billy Hargrove #Billy x reader #Billy #st billy x reader #st billy #st billy Hargrove x reader #st billy Hargrove

[robin-buck1ey]

Them. That’s it, that’s the post.

Dare I say mothers like daughter? (In context of ronance + max)

#maya hawke #Natalia dyer #Sadie sink #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #max mayfield #ronance #max #nancy #robin #st robin #st nancy #st max #max stranger things #nancy stranger things #robin stranger things #st icons #st imagine #st bts #st characters #st cast #stranger things #lgbtqia #women #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #robin/nancy #nancy/robin #robin and nancy #nancy and robin

[toxic-aries]

your camera roll: if joseph quinn was your boyfriend <3

he’s just the cutest.

#.paige’s blurbs * ༘♡‧₊˚ #i love him #i love him so much #joseph quinn #eddie munson #joseph quinn is the loml #stranger things #imagines #st imagine #joseph quinn imagine #eddie munson imagine #joseph quinn boyfriend

[wannabemurdock]

Kinktober Day 16

kinktober masterlist

18+ only

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Eddie Munson + exhibitionism

“Really? Right now?” You play with the hem of you skirt as you really think about his proposal. Eddie could never keep his hands himself so you don’t know why you’re so shocked as his request.

“No one will see anything, babe. And better yet, no one will even notice. Just sit on it for a bit.” His hot breath washes over your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Yeah. Yeah. Alright. Twist my arm.” You giggle as you take your seat on his lap.

#wannabemurdock’s kinktober #kinktober #p link #stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things fandom #stranger things imagine #st #st smut #st fandom #st imagine #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson x reader smut #eddie Munson x reader

[prettytoxix]

A Sick Day ☕️

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: y/n has a fever before school and Steve forced her to stay home and takes care of her all day.

Content: fluff, just fluff, being take care of while sick

A/n: I thought this was kind of a cute idea, I just love the idea of someone taking care of you while you’re sick, ya know?. It’s always so comforting so I figured why not Steve?

Word count: 955

I get into Steve’s car like I do every morning. He picks me up everyday on the way to school. I actually find it kind of adorable. I jump inside and give him a quick kiss before buckling up. Steve looks at me with anxious eyes. Something seems wrong.

“Whoa, y/n, you’re not looking too hot this morning.” He observes.

“What? What do you mean?”

Steve takes the back of his hand and places it gently onto my forehead. He holds it there for a moment and then moves his hand to my cheeks then doing the same on my neck. His hands are soft but feel slightly calloused in some areas.

“You’re burning up. You’re definitely not going to school today.” He turns the engine off and leans back in his chair thinking. Moving his hands through his hair while the gears in his head spin. Steve unbuckles his seat belt and gets out of the car.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“I’m getting you back inside. You have a fever and your skin is a freaky pale color.” He insists.

“Steve, I’m fine. I mean a feel a little sick but nothing I can’t handle.” I inform him.

“Y/n, you need to rest. You’re sick.”

“Fine.” I say stubbornly because I know he won’t give it up. I unbuckle and grab my stuff from the back as I head back inside my house. My parents already left for work so I’ll have the house to myself. Steve follows me inside and closes the door behind him. “Are you staying?” I ask, hoping his answer is yes.

“Of course I’m staying. Somebody has to make sure you’re taking it easy today.” He flashes me a big smile and walks into the kitchen. He finds a suitable mug only after inspecting each one. The mug gets filled with water and gets placed into the microwave to heat up. Steve goes to the cupboard that holds all of my different types of teas and grabs chamomile tea bag with some honey.

While Steve is doing that I figured I might as well get comfortable so I go upstairs to my bedroom and change back into pajamas. I put my backpack away because out of sight out of mind. I get my favorite blanket, a blanket that Steve actually bought me for my birthday several months ago. It’s soft and warm, which is perfect for a sick day. I make my way back downstairs and see that the cup of tea is placed on the coffee table. Steve is stuffing a VHS tape into my VCR. He notices me walk down the stairs and he moves back onto the couch with the remote in hand.

“I made you some tea.” He said, motioning towards the cup in front of him.

“You didn’t have to do that.” I tell him kindly.

“Y/n, stop being so stubborn and let me take care of you.” He opens his arms and gives me a big grin welcoming me to come sit close to him. I grab a pillow setting it on his lap so I can rest my head against it and get comfortable.

“Before you get too comfy,” he remembers, “let me grab you a cold wash cloth.”

He comes back quickly with the cold wash cloth in hand. He sits down and allows me to rest my head back into his lap. He places the wash cloth against my forehead delicately and specifically. He rests his hand on my back and rubs circles as I become entranced into the TV. The movie he decided to put on was The Empire Strikes Back.

“Was that so hard?” He chuckled outwardly.

“Yes.” I tell him sarcastically. I move closer to him and he fills my hand with his own.

We sit for the rest of the day on the couch. Steve doesn’t let me move an inch once I’ve laid down. The wash cloth get changed every 30 minutes or so and every time the movie ends Steve gets up immediately to change it.

Later in the day he insists that I need to eat something so he makes me some soup and brings it out to me.

“Aren’t you going to eat some?” I ask when I notice he only brings one bowl out.

“No, it’s all for you. I suspect you’ll want some more and I didn’t want to deprive you of your soup needs.” He jokes.

“So chivalrous of you!”

I finish my soup in minutes and Steve takes the bowl from my hands. I can hear him washing it before placing it in the sink.

“Y/n, it’s already 8 o clock!” He calls out from the kitchen.

“Really?” Thats unbelievable for some reason. It feels like the day just started. “Do you think you could stay over tonight?”

He comes around the corner and back into the living room. “Of course I can, let’s go on up to your bedroom alright?”

I stand up, wrapping myself in my blanket and heading upstairs. Steve and I lay down In my bed. He grabs the book on my nightstand and starts to read it out loud to me.

“Franny. Though brilliantly sunny, Saturday morning was overcoat weather again, not just topcoat weather, as it had been all week and as everyone had hoped it would stay for the big weekend- the weekend of the Yale game…” Steve reads.

I’m asleep by the first chapter. Steve puts the book down once I’m asleep and falls asleep himself. Our bodies gently entangled between each other.

#stranger things steve #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #steve stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things blurb #steve Harrington blurb #stranger things imagines #stranger things one shot #steve Harrington fluff #Steve Harrington x y/n #joe keery #steve Harrington fanfiction #st imagine #stranger things fanfiction

[clowncaits]

Summary: What’s a nicer way for an uprising boyfriend to show his appreciation; A bouquet of flowers, or asking you to moan for his song?

Pairing: rockstar!Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, a little angsty, what’s to be expected, cliffhanger?

The sound of a loud thud had followed from the corridor of a stingy studio room that the band Corroded Coffin had officially claimed as their own for many months now. You could smell the young, hormonal, angsty teens a mile away.

Loud and ridiculous was what the parents thought of the music. But to the fans? It was their own personal version of Baba O’Riley.

Expanding from small bars to The Roxy and The Whisky was nothing but a dream to the band. But it made them realise something… Their music wasn’t outrageous enough. They felt as if they needed more shock value.

And you happened to be the perfect opportunity.

A couple months ago, you and Eddie had snuck off into his van during rehearsals, leaving everyone more than angry that you were ‘distracting him’. But there was one thing which caught everybody’s ear.

Your over the top moaning.

Porn-star worthy, and nothing but ludicrous. Something that the band couldn’t get enough of. Eddie had gloated about how great you were in bed before, but it was merely shrugged off, nobody buying it. ‘We’ll believe it when we see it.’ was all that was said. What they didn’t realise, is that they’d be hearing it instead.

You sounded just like the girls on the VHS tapes they’d watch.

Eddie had left a note on the countertop of your kitchen, a cigarette and lighter left lying on top of it to stop it from flying away. It read:

‘Come down to the studio,

the boys band wanna ask you something.

Just don’t take it the wrong way, kay?

- your lover ;)’

The thud was the sound of you knocking over a plant on the way to the recording room.

"Sweetheart!"

Eddie had stood up, arms open wide, waiting for your arms to wrap tightly around his torso. Which, they did.

You planted a small kiss on his cheek, then wrapped a single arm around his waist. "I heard my assistance was needed?" You cocked an eyebrow, desperate to hear what everyone wanted to ask you.

"Yeah, you could say that." Gareth laid back, legs crossed smugly. Over the years, their confidence shot through the roof. A room full of now cocky rockstars in leather and denim. He motioned for you to sit yourself down.

You shuffled to the corner of the room, settling for a single chair next to a bass guitar.

"So, babe, just be warned. You don’t have to do this. It was simply… a suggestion.”

You crossed your arms, worry filling you. But you nodded, and urged them to continue.

"We heard you and Eddie, last month. That time you snuck off? You guys were… Loud." Jeff chose to speak up, oddly being quiet today.

"I think you mean her-"

"Not the time, dude!"

Bickering between the four boys could be a real headache, not helping with the tint of red appearing on your cheeks. Rolling your eyes, you once again urged everyone to get to the point.

"We’ve been working on, uh, some new material, and we thought that you could get involved in a new track we’re writing. You’ve heard the song… ‘Rocket Que-"

Gareth didn’t even get to finish his sentence, your face still flushed from moments before, and your knuckles now turning white from strain. You finally realised what they were getting at. Of course you’d heard the song, but you also heard about how the girl had been treated after it was released.

"No fucking way!"

It was like a shot to the chest. Did they really think that lowly of you? That you would really have sex with Eddie in the studio, and put it out for the whole world to hear? That time the two of you had snuck away wasn’t intended to be heard. But this? Was a definite no. And there was certainly no way of convincing you.

Huffs, sighs, and knee slaps surrounded you. They had the nerve to complain?

"Just hear us out. Hear me out, babe."

Eddie walked over to you, heavy boots hitting the old floorboards. He bent down to your level, and placed his hand on your shoulder.

"Nobody will know it’s you. Not to mention I’ll be involved too. The guitar will drown out a lot of it. And with some editing? It would sound great."

Even though he made it sound just a little better, it was a low move. And it wasn’t a risk you were willing to take. You shook your head, not changing your mind just yet.

"What about… Let’s say a test round? It’ll be only us in the room with you, but you can hear how it’d sound if you went through with it." Nick, a new member of the band, seemed to somewhat understand why you didn’t want anything to do with the idea.

Under pressure was an understatement, all eyes were once again, on you.

"I’ll think about it."

A smile washed over Eddie’s worry ridden face.

"That’s great, baby!"

"Just don’t get your hopes up."

#stranger things #st imagine #Eddie Munson #corroded coffin #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson imagine #80s #rockstar imagine #guns n roses #stranger things imagine

[anggelic]

i love you maxine <3

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[alloftheimaginesblog]

ignore it {e.m}

plot: making out in the back of Eddie's van is one of your favourite ways to pass the time

character: eddie munson x plus size female character

part of my eddie munson ‘pretty eyes’ series

He drove you insane; drove your body absolutely crazy. The way you reacted to him barely even touching you, hell just looking at you, was ridiculous. Eddie knew that he had such an impact on you; he knew that if he looked at you a certain way, touched your neck and grazed your ass ever so slightly, he knew that your panties would be soaked. He loved that he had this power over you; loved how malleable you were in his hands - like putty.

The music blasted as his hands roamed your body, groping at your chest, squeezing the fat on your hips. As much as Eddie had a control over you, the control you had over him was much more intense. Eddie loved your body, the way you smelled, the way you looked, the way you tasted. He worshipped every curve, every dip, every groove and bump of you. Each time you lay here, beneath him in the back of his van, he proved to you just how perfect you were to him.

"Fucking Ozzy," he hissed under his breath as he looked down at you, half naked and flushed on the orange shag rug.

You smirked, "That good, hm?"

"You're a work of art. You should be in a museum." Eddie was your boyfriend and he'd seen you naked a lot but each time he did, he had a new supply of compliments and ways to make you blush. It wasn't just the standard 'you're beautiful', 'you look so good', it was new and fresh each time. It wasn't repetitive and practiced, it was a new compilation each time and you believed every word he said about you, "You and those goddamn pretty eyes of yours," he shook his head as he crawled over you, "got such a hold on me, princess."

It was as he was about to kiss you again that the crackle of the walkie talkie that was in the front seat interrupted the two of you and Dustin's voice crackled through, "Dustin to Eddie, Dustin to Eddie, are you there? We have a D and D emergency. I repeat, D and D emergency. We need you immediately at Mike's house... Over."

You looked to Eddie, eyebrow quirked, "A D and D emergency?" You mused, "Sounds serious."

Eddie rolled his eyes, "Just ignore it. Now where were we?" He leaned down again, lips pursed and open ready to capture yours in a heated kiss when the walkie crackled again.

"Dustin to Eddie, I know that you can hear this so stop being a shithead and stop ignoring me! I'm annoying, Eddie, I won't stop until you answer me! You have been warned... over."

Eddie groaned, "He's the shithead."

"Ignore it," you huffed before pulling Eddie down to kiss you. He was surprised by your sudden action but he didn't let the surprise show and immediately eased into the kiss. He loved the way you kissed him, possessive and fast. He liked knowing that you needed him as much as he needed you. With one hand, he began to push his hand into your unbuttoned jeans, moving past your panties and-

"Dustin to Eddie 'the Shithead' Munson!" The sudden shrill screech of Dustin made you and Eddie jump apart, "I know you said not to bother you cause you and (y/n) are banging but this is serious and we need you!"

Eddie leaned back against the wall of the van as you sat up and laughed, "I guess we won't be ignoring him this time." You grabbed your shirt and pulled it on over your head, "Hurry up Munson, it sounds super serious and we need to hurry."

Eddie rolled his eyes as he laughed, "Fuck sake, man. When Henderson grows up and gets his first girlfriend or boyfriend, I can't wait to cockblock the shit outta him."

#prompt #one shot #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #plus size reader #plus size series #pretty eyes series #pretty eyes #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #stranger one shot #os #st #st imagine

[plus-size-reader]

Dating Steve Harrington HC

~Steve, as he is right now, is the best boyfriend anyone could ever have

~He loves completely and totally, without exception, and there would be nothing that would keep him from showing you that love, every hour of every day

~Unlike Robin, who prefers to keep her physical love more private, Steve can’t get enough of PDA and loving on you all the time

~It doesn’t matter who’s around or what the context is, If Steve wants to hug you, he’s going to hug you. If he wants to kiss you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get the chance, he’ll kiss you.

~Steve is a relationship man, even if it took him a long time to realize it, and there is nothing more he wants than to be in a committed loving relationship for as long as he can

~Playing with his hair, and messing around with it, putting it in different styles and tormenting him over it just because you know that you can

~Loves to look at you, to stare at you and take in your ever detail as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever have the privilege of seeing

~Even if it’s a little creepy sometimes.

~”You’re staring at me, again”

~”I can’t help it, I’m just pretty sure you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen”

~Late night phone calls.

~It doesn’t matter if you’re talking, or if Steve’s talking, you’ll both stay on that line until the sun comes up, just chatting about whatever comes up

~Steve loves drama

~He may not be King Steve anymore but there’s a part of him that is a huge fan of being in the center of all the hot gossip. Though, as of late, your hot gossip has been talking to Dustin about Suzy and the science fair

~The topic has changed, but the energy your man brings to the table has not.

~Steve would do absolutely anything to make you laugh, and I mean absolutely anything.

~Once, when you were having dinner at your favorite chinese place in town, he stuck chopsticks so far up his nose you actually thought you’d have to drive him to the hospital, just on the off chance you’d find it funny

~Play fighting, and picking fights over the stupidest things all the time, just because you can. Steve’s favorite ‘fight’ to have, is who loves who more, which can go on for hours.

~”I DEFINITELY LOVE YOU MORE”

~”NO WAY, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. IT’S NOT POSSIBLE FOR YOU TO LOVE ME MORE THAN I LOVE YOU”

~Steve is easily jealous, and doesn’t even bother hiding it. Somebody gets too comfortable with you, or oversteps some invisible boundary he doesn’t even know he has, and they’re going to have him to deal with.

~Not that he’s all that scary, when it comes down to it.

~There isn’t anything Steve wouldn’t do to protect you or those kids, but that doesn’t mean he’s aggressive or violent, and he doesn’t have it in him to be.

~Steve is basically a teddy bear in a windbreaker and you’d never have him any other way.

~He just loves you so much

~Driving around in Steve’s car, all the time, for any reason, because that is about as close to perfection as he thinks he can get. He loves feeling the wind on his face as you crudely sing along to Paula Abdul at the top of your lungs.

~Steve is the kind of guy to match his partner, and you will never convince me otherwise. Whether you’d color coordinating or just wearing matching sweaters or shirts, he’s all for it.

~He’ll all for lots of things when it comes to you, things like game nights with the kids and dinner with your parents, all dressed up in a button up and slacks

~Just to make you happy

~Because, at the end of the day, Steve would do absolutely anything if it meant making you happy

#Steve harrington #stranger things #st #steve #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x ps reader #steve harrington x plus size reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington headcanon #stranger things x reader #stranger things x ps reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things x plus size reader #stranger things headcanons #st x reader #st x ps reader #st x plus size reader #st imagine #st headcanon

[dannyboy-writes]

Few words

Hi. Can I request a stranger things eleven sibling head cannon where the reader is deaf?

When Eleven left the facilities, she took you with her

You were her favourite out of the rest of the kids in the lab

You two had just bonded

Plus, you weren’t a jerk to her

(and neither was she to you)

You two ran through those dirty, wet woods for what felt like hours

Eleven holding your hand as tight as she could

And then you ran into three boys, flashing their flashlights at you two, and by the moving of their lips you could see they were asking lots of questions

Eleven didn’t speak and neither did you, unsure of whether to trust them

They took you both to a house and gave you warm clothes and some food

They were overlapping each other with questions and you signed to Eleven 

‘They aren’t even listening to each other, is this a good idea?’ 

‘Papa will be angry with us, we can’t go back’ she signed, concerned

The kids stopped their rambling to look at your conversation

“Are you two deaf?” The one in the middle asked

Eleven looked at you, “them”

She was always one for few words, and perhaps that's why you two got along

You two helped them rescue their friend from the Demogorgon, and Eleven sacrificed herself so you and the rest could survive

The Wheelers took you in after that

You tried to contact Eleven many times, with Mike, but you got to nowhere

#eleven x reader #eleven imagine #st imagine #sibling reader #deaf reader #spoilers st4 #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader

[ang3lfory0u]

~ Howdidyouknowyoulikedgirls ~ (Nancy Wheeler x fem!reader) (Nancy Wheeler x platonic!robin Buckley)

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Fuck I’ve been gone for a while-anyway

I love Nancy sm ♥️

Little imagine where Nancy doesn’t know how to deal with new found feelings and goes to Robin for help ♡

[takes place whenever really, after robin and Nancy met ofc]

Nancy Wheeler x fem!reader < 3

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Nancy immediately had a bad feeling about you but she sure as hell wasn’t expecting this.

It wasn’t everyday that Nancy would walk downstairs into her kitchen to find another girl her age just sitting on the counter.

Even after being told that you were waiting for Mike and that you were sent by Dustin to pick him up, she still wasn’t sure.

Her eyes dug into the side of your face as you looked around with a lost expression on your face.

The girls gaze never left you even when Mike showed up and took you out of the house.

As the door shut she tried to tear her eyes away from it but couldn’t. She was still envisioning you in her head, trying desperately to work out what the reason for the butterflies in her stomach was.

Whatever

She tried her best to erase you from her mind, she played music-attempting to distract herself with the melody and lyrics, but for some reason the song just reminded her of you. Crap.

She tried to look through magazines, attempting to replace the image of you in her mind with the handsome faces of the men on every page but she began to realise they could not compare to you. Okay..

Now if was getting weird, I mean, Nancy had never thought this long about a girl before unless she envied her or hated her. This was far from hatred of envy. This was a feeling that made her mind go fuzzy and her cheeks turning pink.

This was the feeling she first gets when she has a crush.

A crush..?

On you..?

But you’re a girl..?

No-no, it must be envy, she must be envious of your beauty. Yep that’s it. The fuzzy feeling? Anger clouding her mind. The flushed cheeks? Anger coating her. This was all normal feelings of jealousy.

Nancy tried to think back to the other times she had been jealous of a girl, attempting to recall if she had similar symptoms. But to no avail, she only remembers frowning, furrowing her eyebrows and angrily turning her gaze away-or maybe walking off. She never went pink and got butterflies in her stomach.

This was so foreign to Nancy. Never had she considered that she may have these feelings towards girls, she didn’t even know anyone who likes girls-wait.

She did.

As of recently Nancy had met the one and only Robin Buckley. Their friendship took off with a rocky start but eventually Nancy stopped being stubborn and gave Robin a chance. It was the best decisions she could’ve made.

Now her and Robin weren’t quite best friends, they were very different and Nancy still didn’t have a clue what she was taking about half of the time. But she was a friend none the less and a good one at that.

Not long after they had established this friendship, Robin told Nancy the truth, she liked girls. She told Nancy that if this made her uncomfortable she’d understand it but assured her she was not in love with her and probably never would be. Nancy felt a bit bad that she had suspected Robin and Steve to be a thing, now knowing this, that idea was completely disregarded. She also felt bad that Robin felt the need to clarify her feeling towards the girl. But other than that, she honestly couldn’t care less, in her mind, it meant less competition. But that may not be the case now….

Robin was nothing less than surprised when she opened her door to reveal Nancy standing on her porch with a serious look on her face.

“Hey! Uh-what’re you-?”

“Can I come in?”

Rabins eyes widened as did her grin, “uh yeah-yeah come in!”

Nancys eyes darted around awkwardly, “Thanks” she replied quickly before hastily stepping into the house.

Robin shut the door behind her, turning to Nancy with a still confused expression on her face.

“So what’s-”

“Howdidyouknowyoulikedgirls?” Nancy spat out. Nervously waiting for her friends response.

Robin, however, had barely heard a word of that-she was still dazed by the fact her new friend even knew where she lived.

Nancy nodded impatiently causing Robin to snap out of her thoughts.

“What?”

Nancy let out a sigh, “how did you know you liked-” she paused, “..girls” her voice shrunk for that last bit, and her eyes were completely avoiding robins.

When she finally did, she was met with a smirk plastered on robins face. “Whyyy?” She dragged out the word teasingly.

Nancy rolled her eyes, “because-I think I…might like one”

Robins smirk stretched further, “woah, you like a girl? Never thought I’d see the day”

“Yeah I know! It’s crazy but please tell me, how did you know you liked girls?” Nancy hurriedly snapped out.

“Easy easy, uhh let’s see” Robin thought for a moment, thinking of the best way to word it, “well me personally I just never had a crush on a guy but at a young age I found myself crushing on my best friends instead-” she snapped her gaze to Nancy, “not all of them of course! I don’t see you as-”

Nancy huffed out a laugh, “relax I get it. Continue please”

“Uh well that’s mostly it-I would always fantasise about being in a relationship with a girl, or kissing one. The way you feel about guys, that’s how I feel about girls-it’s the same thing just-not. But that being said-I don’t like every girl I meet, the same you don’t like every guy you meet. But I definitely only like girls, that’s doesn’t mean everyone has to only like either boys or girls-I guess you can like whoever you want really as long as you’re not hurting anyone.” Robin paused, “so Nance, if you do like a girl-that’s okay. I get it-they’re pretty great”

Nancy was stunned, “that was-surprisingly beautiful” she slightly smiled, “thanks Robin”

Robin nodded, shrugging , “what can I say? I’m great at advice”

Nancy, yet again, rolled her eyes, “y’know what?”

“What?”

“You actually are.”

Robin and Nancy smiled softly at each other.

“Sooo??”

“Yes?”

“Who is it??”

The funny thing was, Nancy wasn’t even sure. She didn’t know your name or how you knew her brother, she could only remember your pretty face that had been stuck in her mind for hours on end.

“I-I don’t know”

Robin scrunched her brows, “what do you mean? You like someone but you don’t know who it is?”

“Well, kinda yeah.”

“Don’t tell me they were some random on the street” Robin squinted.

Nancy’s eyes snapped open, “No! No-no it’s not a ‘random’ it’s-this girl who was…I think friends with Mike? But she’s out age but I’ve never seen her before.”

Robin furrowed her brows, “friends with-what does she look like?”

A small smile flickered onto Nancy’s face, “well she’s quite (tall/short), she’s got (y/e/c) eyes and (y/h/c) hair and beautiful (plump/thin) lips-”

“Y/n! you-you have a crush on Y/n!”

“Y/n..?” Nancy concentrated on the name, smiling at the feeling of it rolling off her tongue.

Robin was freaking out, her face blown with shock and a huge grin on her lips. “You-you holy shit! I can’t believe this-” she rushed over to her friend, gripping her shoulders “Nance-Nance-she’s-she’s gay!”

Nancy looked at the girl with hooded eyes, “she is?”

Robin nodded rapidly, “yeah-yeah, been out since 83! She’s-oh my god! This is fucking awesome!”

“Robin! Just because she’s gay doesn’t mean she likes me! She doesn’t even know me! And how do you know her?”

Robin stopped in her tracks, “she’s my neighbour! Always has been-we grew up together, she’s-oh she’s so cool! I introduced her to Steve not too long ago and then he introduced her to Dustin who introduced her to Lucas who introduced-”

“Okay! Robin I get it!”

Robin grinned, “she’s gonna love you!”

Nancy’s face turned three shades pinker, “what-what kind of girls does she y’know..”

“…Like?” Robin finished.

“..yeah”

Robin thought for a moment, “you know, whenever I ask her that she says the same thing, ‘girls are girls Robin, I like them all’”

Nancy smiled, “so I have a chance?”

“Oh yeah” Robin nodded with a grin

#stranger things x reader #stranger things #st x reader #st imagine #st4 #nancy wheeler #nancy stranger things #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler x female reader #x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #robin buckley #mike wheeler #fanfiction #fanfic #st fanfic #lgbtq #wlw #imagine #oneshot #fluff #lesbian #bisexual

[why-what-no]

Nobody is Better

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Severe relationship issues, Breaking up and Making up, Swearing, Angst With A Happy Ending

Summary: Billy and his gf break up over an argument about another girl, and Billy runs away directly into that girl’s arms. Later realizing that he just lost the best thing he ever had and needed to quickly fix what he had broken

Requested by: @mothshabby (I’m so sorry this took so long to post babe, totally my fault)

Looking back, it had all seemed so suspicious. To the point where (Y/N) couldn’t have even believed that she hadn’t taken the time to prepare herself emotionally for the inevitable breakup. For the moment that she confronted Billy and he admitted that his eyes had strayed to another girl.

He hadn’t even done anything with the girl, barely spoken to her. But the idea, the idea of Billy choosing some other girl (and this girl, she was so pretty and popular, so lovely and interesting) over (Y/N), it seemed so obvious to her. Of course he would do that.

He brushed off her worrying at first, laughing it off which only hurt her even more. How dare he think this didn’t mean anything, how dare he think he didn’t betray her. The discussion only turned into an argument from there, until voices were raised and unkind things were said.

Finally…

“You know what, okay then!” Billy shouted, hands raised like he was surrendering, even though (Y/N) knew he would never let her win if he could help it. “If you want me to be fucking her so badly, then sure. We’re done, she’ll clearly be a better girlfriend than you anyway, if you react this way if I ever so much as look in the direction of some other way.”

That sentence, that “she’ll be better than you”, practically knocked the wind out of (Y/N)‘s chest. She froze up, unmoving with blurry eyes as Billy stormed out of her home, slamming the door behind him.

As soon as the house was silent, as soon as she was alone, she crumpled to the floor like a empty can, feeling (fittingly) like garbage as she sobbed into the carpet.

***

She didn’t have contact with him for weeks after that. He got together with the other girl, of course. Immediately after his breakup, he was seen with that pretty girl that broke (Y/N)’s heart.

And the worst part was that she couldn’t even feel angry at the girl. It wasn’t her fault, she probably didn’t even know. And who wouldn’t want to be with Billy. They were a match made in heaven.

No, it was all Billy and (Y/N)’s stupid fucking argument that had ruined the best relationship of her life. Not some girl that had been pushed into the middle of things.

***

But somehow, that wasn’t the end of it. No matter how much she didn’t ever want to see him again.

Several weeks after the argument, he called her, asking her to meet up to talk. She had wanted to say no, having seen him with the girl and feeling like her heart was trying to claw it’s way out of her chest every time.

(Y/N) just wanted to avoid him, wanted to put him memory to rest as if he had died and left her a widow. But she couldn’t resist the dark curiosity, the lovely pain of being face to face with him.

He stopped by her house that weekend, with her permission.

***

Her family was at work, or shopping, or something else. It didn’t matter. All that matters was that they wouldn’t be there to hear whatever words passed between the former loves.

He stood across from her, kicking his foot nervously against the carpet. She was in the chair, glancing at him quickly before staring at her hands.

“So…” He started. “(Y/N)…”

“How is she? Your pretty girl.” (Y/N) interrupted, hearing her voice crack as she spit out the question. It left Billy at a loss for words for a second.

“She’s not… I never called her tha-” Pretty girl was always Billy’s name for (Y/N). He couldn’t believe that she thought that he would ever use it on another person. “She and I are done. We were barely even a thing.”

That surprised (Y/N). She had assumed from the last thing that he said to her that Billy’s new relationship was going to be so very happy.

“But… you said…”

“I miss you.” He sank to his knees in front of her chair, looking up at her. Entrancing her with his gorgeous blue eyes. “I never should have walked that door. Never should have argued with you.”

“You said that she was better than me.”

He looked heartbroken at her words. Fully realizing how much he had hurt her. “No, baby. No way. Nobody is better than you. It’s not true. I didn’t mean it.”

“Then when did you say it?” She could feel herself beginning to cry, holding back full sobs as to not be too loud to hear his words.

“I just couldn’t believe you thought I ever wanted to be with anyone else. I thought you had known that you were better than anything I deserved.” He knew it was a terrible excuse, but he was so sorry that he hadn’t let her know this when the argument first began. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore, that you were just pushing me onto some other girl because you didn’t want to deal with me anymore.”

“That’s not…”

“I know, I know I’m not always a great boyfriend. I’m not a great person. And the whole time we were together I was just so scared that you would realize that and leave. And so I ended up leaving instead, and it was so fucking stupid of me to do that.”

It felt so good for Billy to get that off his chest, but it felt awful to have to do it in such a terrible situation. When he had to beg the greatest love of his life to take him back after he broke her heart.

He knew she probably shouldn’t accept him. And he certainly wouldn’t blame her for telling him to never speak to him again.

Billy was aware he would never be truly happy again if she did that. Never satisfied with life. Never meeting anyone that he loved as much as her. But he wouldn’t tell her that yet, not wanting to guilt her into a relationship. Not that awful of a person.

He wrapped his arms around her as she cried, expecting her to push him away but surprised to feel her clinging to his chest.

“Tell me you won’t leave again.” He could hear her murmur, her voice muffled by his shirt.

“Oh sweetheart.” He whispered and kissed the top of her head, feeling like he was about to cry as well. “Never. You’re all I want. Nothing else.”

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