#stranger things ff

[babyrunsforfanfic]

Mom & Dad | s.h.

summary: in which you and steve talk about what the future holds for the two of you

steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings/tags: established relationship, FLUFF, i just wanted to write a really fluffy fluff piece ok ok, talk about babies like reader and steve cheesy go in depth about babies and their life ok, picture that one convo where steve is talking about his future 6 little nuggets but it’s with someone who wants that too, no bad things happened everyone is alive and well and no one is unalived my house my rules everybody, the reader is kind of golden retriever-esque and yeah, CASUAL DOMINANCE from steve bc uh have y’all seen him ik you have

wc: 1325ish

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steve harrington hummed as he rubbed his cheek against the top of your hand, a faint smile curved on his cheek. he peppered a couple of kisses on your knuckles, before you squealed as he nipped at one of your rings.

“you’re gonna crack a tooth!” you whined, leaning to jab at his side with your freed hand. steve let out a huff, before he pressed a soft kiss to your ring, and then dropping your joined hands to rest against your leg “stevie? ‘m love you.”

“i love you, pretty girl.” steve leaned across the center console of his car to press a soft kiss to your forehead, before he took to tapping on your knee. “was thinking about you today, when i took the gremlins to school this morning.”

“yeah?” you turned, eyes bright as you batted your eyelashes toward your boyfriend. “thinking of how pretty i am? how i so deserve a neopolitan milkshake?”

“you want to go to benny’s later don’t you?” steve quirked his brow, and you nodded with a grin as he let out a laugh. steve continued to laugh as he pulled out of your driveway. “god you’re so lucky you are ridiculously adorable.”

steve watched from the corner of his eye as you playfully huffed, dropping his hand and crossing your arms over your chest. it was only for a bit though, as you perked up seeing a yellow labrador retriever being walked along the sidewalk. steve came to a stop at the stop light, barely biting his smile back as you craned your neck behind you to keep an eye on the dog.

“can we get one when we live together?” your question fell so easily from your lips, that steve barely felt his heart skip. a car honking made steve move again, and he pressed back onto the gas as he started driving again.

“what, you want a lab?” steve questioned, and you nodded quickly, shyly smiling. “surprised you don’t want a golden retriever.”

“want one of those too.” you giggled, and steve watched from his peripheral as you folded one of your knees to your chest.

“put that down, not safe.” steve pressed his left hand firmly to the steering wheel, before flicking his thumb and pointer against your knee. “if we got into a wreck that’d hurt you, put your pretty leg down.”

you listened almost instantly, and instead grappled for steve’s hand, entwining his fingers with your own.

“figured maybe when we moved into a house, y’know?” you explained, tapping a finger against steve’s hand. “little yard, white picket fence that way our dogs could run around.”

“thought about this a lot, huh?” steve teased, and you nodded as he pulled into the parking lot of hawkins high school.

“yeah.” you shrugged, fiddling with the sleeve of the sweater steve had let you borrow. “figured we’d get settled down, i mean one day this’ll be us.”

you gestured around you, smiling as you looked to the middle school and high school buildings.

“we’ll be ugly brick buildings?” steve teased, and he grinned as he listened to you groan and throw your head against the headrest with a small thud.

“no!” you whined, waving your hands around in front of you. “one day we’ll have kids, y’know?”

“oh.” steve swallowed, before he sent you a faint smile. “and what’ll these kids be like?”

“oh my god- so, they’ll honestly be such nerds it won’t even be funny.” you giggled, eyes wide as you unrolled steve’s passenger side window. “but it’ll be okay because they might be little jocks- i mean they’ll be ours so they’ll be good, y’know?”

“like the party?” steve asked softly, and steve just watched as you let out a fond little sigh.

“of course like the party!” you grinned, an ear to ear thing that made steve’s heart ache. “they’ll be such smart asses, but our little smart asses! and they’ll have your hair-”

“but your eyes.” steve smoothly cut in, and he turned in his seat to be able to face you more.

“my eyes?” you repeated, and steve grinned wide as he propped his elbow on his center console so he could watch you. “really?”

“oh yeah.” steve leaned forward and pinched your nose playfully, reveling in the shy way you dipped your chin and batted your eyes at him. “and we’ll have a shitty camper van, travel every summer when they’re out of school and see the world.”

“how many?” you squealed, eyes wide, turning even more in your seat, barely noticing that steve undid your seatbelt so it wouldn’t bite into your neck. “like three boys and-”

“three girls.” steve grinned, leaning closer to you. “you, me, all of them loaded into a camper. drive around and see the rockies and the grand canyon, maybe even yellowstone.”

“end up in california!” you added, squealing as you grinned widely up at steve. steve hummed, a fond smile spread on his face as he wiggled his fingers into your side so you’d laugh again. “all of us harringtons could end up in a little beach-side town, learn how to surf and catch sand dollars.”

“yes!” steve grinned, leaning his head against his headrest so he could still look at you. “us and our little brood of harringtons.”

“i’d like that.” you nodded, tapping your fingertips against the back of steve’s hand. “oh my god us being on the pta and doing scouts!”

“you just want an excuse to keep boxes of girl scout cookies in the freezer.” steve teased, and he laughed when you didn’t make a move to deny it.

“oh my god, and we’d have a dog-” you grinned, thinking for a moment. “probably a fish.”

“a fish our kids begged us to get, but we end up taking care of.” steve joked and you nodded, a wide smile on your face. “and we’d gripe about us having to take care of it, but we really wouldn’t mind.”

“and we’d pay the neighbor’s kids to go and take care of them when we’re out of town.” you added, voice shy as you blinked up toward steve. “yeah?”

steve hummed leaning forward to curl one of his hands against your cheek. his thumb soothed gently across your cheekbone, following the swell of it as he nodded. he used his fingers to tilt your face up, his eyes focused on yours.

steve said nothing as he leaned forward and let out a soft sigh, before he brushed his lips across yours. you tasted sweet, like the bubblegum he kept specifically for you in his center console. you keened into his kiss, and steve couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped as he slid his free hand up so it could rest against the nape of your neck.

when you both pulled away, steve couldn’t help but smile at your kiss swollen pout. he leaned forward again and planted a softer kiss against your mouth, just in time to hear the school bell ring. you smiled shyly, pulling away from steve as you flipped the sun visor down. steve watched fondly as you used the mirror to right your hair, sliding a thumb under your lip to wipe away any smudged chapstick.

steve flipped the radio on, and sent you a wide smile as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. he smiled even wider somehow when you entwined the fingers of one of your hands with his, and he couldn’t help but pepper a couple more kisses along your knuckles.

yeah, he could see himself having a whole brood of harringtons.

ones with his hair, your eyes.

them calling you, mom and him, dad.

steve shook his head, unlocking the car as the party came into view. he listened to your squeal as you leaned out the car’s window- waving at the group of high school students frantically with your free hand.

yeah, he could definitely imagine that.

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[cicimunson]

How Steve Got His Groove Back Part 2

Anonymous asked: Could there be a part two to how Steve got his groove back??🙃like what happens after they have their movie night.

I didn't originally plan on making a part 2 but I had a few people ask so here it is. Read Part 1 here.

Story Summary: Season 3 Steve has lost his mojo, but with a little help from you, he might get it back.

Characters/Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem! Plus Size! Reader

Warnings: Vaginal sex, fingering, mild spanking, talk of birth control, mommy kink, squirting, oral sex, overstimulated reader, multiple orgasms. Reader protests a bit after she's overstimulated but doesn't want Steve to stop, idk if that's triggering but heads up just in case.

Word Count: 2k+ (Also I only proofread this once so I'm sorry for an typos)

You show up at Steve's around eight, feeling slightly nervous. You'd changed your clothes at least five times, finally deciding to dress casual in comfy sweats and an oversized t-shirt. It was just movie night after all, no need to look sexy. You did opt for a lacey pink bra and matching panties, just in case.

Why am I so nervous? We've already fucked once. We're friends or whatever now, we're cool. I need to chill out.

Steve opens the door and to your surprise, pulls you in for a hug. His hands linger on your back for a few seconds, and he looks disappointed when you finally step out of his arms.

"Hi."

"Uh, hi."

The two of you make eye contact and look away blushing, you glancing down at the floor, Steve glancing at the ceiling.

He chuckles. "You feeling as awkward as I am?"

"What gave me away?"

"The fact that you can't look at me."

"You can't look at me, either." You retort.

He reaches out and cups your chin, turning your face up to his. "I'm always looking at you, how could I not be?"

He is? Since when?

Your mouth goes dry. You lick your lips and Steve's eyes widen. "Don't do that."

"Why not?"

"Cause I start thinking about how pretty your mouth would look wrapped around my cock."

His words make your thighs clench.

Fuck, I want him so bad.

"We aren't watching a movie, are we?" You ask, already knowing the answer.

"Fuck the movie." He replies huskily, and then his lips are on yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck and return his kiss eagerly, parting your lips for his tongue. He groans and his hands slide down to cup your ass, pulling you tighter against him.

"Fuck, been thinking about you all day. The past few days, actually. I can't get you out of my head." He confesses. "I think you cast some kind of spell on me."

"I'm sure you think about lots of girls, especially since you got your mojo back." You tease.

He shakes his head. "I'm serious. I cannot stop thinking about you."

God, he's so cute.

"That's really sweet."

Steve chuckles and tugs on your hair, tipping your head back. "Oh trust me, none of my thoughts have been sweet."

He bites down on your neck, tracing his tongue over a faded hickey from your first encounter. "I need to mark you up every day." He murmurs.

"I wouldn't mind."

"Eager to please me, sweetheart?" He teases, tugging at your shirt.

"You wish." You retort playfully, swatting his hands away to take off your top.

His eyes light up when he sees your bra. "Oh, baby." He murmurs breathlessly. "Fucking perfect."

You blush and start to wrap your arms around your midsection. Steve tugs them away and drops to his knees, pressing kisses to your belly.

You soften, hell, you almost melt. Most guys you hooked up with didn't even bother taking your shirt off, and the ones that did certainly never kissed your stomach.

Steve tugs down your sweats and kisses your pussy through your panties. He glances up and sees that you're lost in thought.

He scowls and bites your thigh. You yelp and tug on his hair, making him groan.

He bites again and you lightly slap him.

"Fuck, mommy, again." He pants.

Mommy? That's kinda hot.

You slap him once more and his expression changes. He growls low in his throat and stands up, pinning your wrists to the wall above your head. You moan as he sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard.

He bites your neck next, and then the top of your tits and then down your belly once more, keeping your wrists in an iron grip but lowering them to your sides as he moves downward.

When he bites your mound you squeal and try to pull away from him. He jerks you from the wall and turns you, landing a loud slap on your asscheek.

"Behave." He hisses through clenched teeth.

"Mind your mommy." You retort.

He lands another smack before standing back up and tugging you into the living room.

He bends you over the couch and spanks you until you're whimpering and squirming, your skin red hot and aching.

He yanks down your panties and you hear him spit, no doubt lubing himself up. He starts to push inside you.

"Wait, wait." You turn and put a hand on his chest. "Do you have a condom?"

He looks puzzled. "Uh, yeah, upstairs. I thought you were on the pill."

Shit, how do I put this delicately?

"I don't know who you've fucked the past few days. Before you'd been in a dry spell and said you were clean. That might not be the case anymore."

Wow, so much for delicate. I'm an idiot.

He chuckles. "You think I fucked around and caught something?"

"I'm not judging. Or trying to pry into your, um, your sexual activities. Just wanna be safe."

"I haven't fucked anyone. Not since you, I mean."

You can't keep your surprise off your face. "Why not? That was kind of the whole point of us hooking up."

"I don't know. I haven't wanted to." He shrugs.

"But you want me?"

"So, so, fucking badly." He admits, pulling you close.

"Hmm." Is all you can manage.

"We done talking? Cause I could have already had my tongue in your pussy by now."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm done."

Steve leads you upstairs and into his room, shoving you on the bed. He winks and snatches your panties down before shoving your thighs apart and licking a broad stripe up your slit.

It takes him mere seconds to find your clit, sucking it between his lips as he slips a finger inside you. Your hips arch and you moan loudly, reaching down to fist his hair.

"Fuck, I can't get enough of the way you taste." He mumbles.

"Less talking, more tasting then." You grip his hair tighter.

He groans. "Yes, mommy."

You whimper as he adds another finger and sucks your clit harder.

"I'm already so close." You groan. "Fuck, you're so good at this."

Your praise seems to spur him onward.

Oh I could have fun with this.

"Oh Steve, yes. Such a good boy for me."

His teeth graze your clit, a subtle warning.

"Mmm, that's right Stevie, make mommy cum."

His other hand lands on your belly, pushing downward as he keeps licking and fingering.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Mommy's gonna cum for her good boy."

"Oh fuck, I'm your good boy?" He whines. "I'm being so good for mommy, aren't I?"

You cry out his name as your orgasm hits you, arching up off the bed and rubbing your pussy frantically against his face.

Steve uses his free arm to grab your hip, shoving you back into the mattress. He sucks your clit vigorously, his fingers curling to find that sweet spot inside you.

"Steve, fuck! I'm gonna cum again!" You cry out, pushing at his shoulders. He doesn't stop, swatting your hands away as he shakes his head back and forth, overstimulating your sensitive clit.

You practically scream as you cum again. Steve keeps you pinned to the bed and tilts his head back. You think he's going to stop but suddenly his tongue is in your hole and his fingers are rubbing your clit.

"Steve, Steve, no, I can't cum like this again."

His tongue laps greedily at your pussy, his finger pressing your clit just right.

Your third orgasm hits you with such intensity you see spots in your vision. You feel like your heart is going to pound out of your chest.

"Steve, oh God, oh fuck!"

You feel a gush of fluids between your legs.

Oh fuck I'm squirting!

Steve gasps.

You flinch, waiting for him to pull away. You'd only squirted one time before and the guy thought you were peeing and got grossed out.

Steve looks up at you and grins. "Baby, all this for me? For me?"

You manage to nod.

He drops his head back between your legs and you wince as his tongue dips back into your cunt. He moans and closes his eyes, licking you gently.

"Fuck, this is amazing. You taste so fucking good, mommy."

You whimper.

"Poor mommy, she came so much. Such a slutty little thing."

"Steve, Jesus."

"I was gonna make you suck my cock so I'd be all nice and lubed up for you, but now I don't think I need to." He guides his cock inside you, burying himself to the hilt.

"Fuck!" You whine, feeling the sting of him stretching you out. "You're so big."

"And you're so tight and warm. Fucking heaven wrapping around my cock like this."

He tugs on your thighs, wrapping his legs around his waist. You shake your head and unwrap them.

"I don't wanna hurt you." You explain when he looks confused.

"Fuck, mommy, please? Want to feel those thighs squeezing me. Fucking obsessed with these sexy thighs of yours."

You hesitate but wrap your legs around him again.

"That's it mommy, so good to me."

Steve starts moving his hips, groaning as you clench around him. "You feel incredible."

"So do you." You gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't stop."

"Never, fuck, wanna do this every day, wanna be inside you all the time, such a good mommy, so goddamn good." He rambles, burying his face in your tits as he starts to slam into you.

You rock your hips against his, matching his thrusts. Steve licks and bites your nipples, sucking hard on the peaks.

"Steve…fuck…Steve." You groan. "You're so good at this."

"Am I being a good boy for you, mommy?"

"Such a good boy, oh fuck!" You cry out as he hits that sweet spot that's gonna send you over the edge.

"Cum for me, then. Soak me again. Fuck, mommy, soak my cock."

You feel your muscles contract and tighten. Steve rocks back on his calves, reaching between the two of you to rub your clit.

"Steve, fuck, it hurts!" You yelp as he makes contact with your sensitive nub. You grab his wrist but make no effort to pull his hand away, knowing this next orgasm is going to wreck you.

"You got this baby, you can do it again, come on, cum for me." He urges. "Show me what good boy I am."

You scream his name as you cum. Your hands flail out desperately, landing on his ass as you pull him deeper. Tears spring to your eyes and you let out a wail as you squirt again.

"Fuck!" Steve empties himself into you, shooting ropes of hot cum deep inside you.

He slumps forward and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, still pumping your hips as your orgasm fades.

He slips out of you gently. "You okay?"

"I'm good. You?"

He chuckles and kisses your chin. "I'm fucking fantastic."

The two of you lay together a little longer.

Steve climbs off the bed. "I think we could both use a shower."

You giggle. "Lead the way."

Steve starts the water and helps you into the tub. You soap each other's bodies, hands gentle and lingering. When he slips his fingers between your legs you wince.

"Was I too rough?" He asks, looking worried.

"No, not at all. It's just sensitive." You reassure him.

"I've been told I can kind of overdo it, you know, the going down on girls thing." He looks embarrassed.

"I didn't mind, trust me." You pull him down for a kiss.

Steve sighs contentedly. "I meant what I said earlier. I cannot get you out of my head."

"I'm the same way." You admit. "I keep thinking about you."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I do."

He smiles. "I think we should date."

"Date?"

"Yeah. So basically it's this, but I take you to dinner and a movie before I rock your world." He quips.

"I'd like that."

He grins and kisses you, pushing you up against the shower wall.

"Does mommy think she can handle another round?"

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[vneuns]

here’s an ask!! mike slutting you out in the dressing room😵‍💫

[ Mike Wheeler x afab!reader ] heheh, and ofc mike is aged up in this. and WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT.

reblogs and feedback appreciated <3

warnings // slapping, p in v, praising, etc

“Have to keep quiet baby, don’t want anyone to hear you’re pretty little whimpers do you?” mike questioned teasingly as his dick repeatedly hit that one spot that made you feel the best.

shaking your head you bit your lip looking down where the two of you connected his cock covered with your wetness.

“feel- feels so good mikey, feels so good.” you whimpered just as his hand that wasn’t holding your hip went down to your clit making small and tight figure eights to increase your pleasure.

and before you could say anything when you felt your release it was as if Mike had read your mind. in a second his head was against yours whispering praises in your ear about how good you were being for him, and he’d buy you whatever you wanted because you deserved it.

leaning forward you connected your lips together just as you started gushing all over him, and without stopping Mike kept his hard thrust pulling away from your lips to catch his breath when the overstimulation became and hit too much and you were pulsating around his cock.

“god baby, you’re so fucking hot. gonna let me cum in this pretty pussy?” you were on birth control and it wasn’t like the two of you weren’t stocked up on birth control the way you fucked like rabbits, but it warmed your heart the way he asked even though he knew the answer.

“mhmm.” you felt a ring on your cheek after mikes hand collided with it. a small moan left your lips as you looked up at him through your lashes.

“use. your. words.” his pace gradually slowed down and your hands immediately went to his hips trying to keep him inside when you felt him pulling out.

“cum inside me mikey, please please—,” your pleas were silenced as your boyfriend picked back up his pace as if it never slowed down, his mouth going to your neck where he left small hickeys along your collarbone.

after a few seconds you felt him stutter as he shot his load deep inside you before coming to a complete stop his forehead going back to lay against yours as you both attempted to catch your breath.

just as you went to say something you heard a knock at the dressing room door.

“hey.. um— we’re gonna have to ask you guys t-t- to leave the store..”

“move along loser.” mike yelled over his shoulder watching as the worker scurried away from the harsh tone laced in your boyfriends words.

“that was hot.”

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[canislupus-exe]

Made for Each Other | eddie munson

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | he/him/amab (she/her/afab ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | smut/nsfw, mutual perversion, peeping, mild degradation

word count | 1,804

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | can u maybe do an eddie munson smut where the reader catches him masturbating to a polaroid of him and then the reader fucks him 👉👈

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You sighed as you checked your watch, the time read 9:17. The day had been surprisingly slow so you decided to hang out with your best friend, but found his company had barely changed that fact. You’d burned through two movies with him and were going to start a third when he suddenly realized something and bolted out of the room. 

That was a few minutes ago and now you were waiting for his return, sprawled out on his bed. You yawned and laid your head against the pillow. Nothing happened until finally, you heard the bedroom door open. You lifted your torso and leaned on your elbows, raising your eyebrows at him. A bright flash caused you to blink rapidly and groan.

“Dude, what the hell?” You asked, sitting up fully and rubbing your eyes. You could hear Eddie laugh before feeling the bed shift as he sat next to you.

“Ain’t he a beaut?” He asks. You stop rubbing your eyes and look at what’s in his hand. It’s a Polaroid picture of yourself. Your shirt is slightly lifted and your pajama bottoms are slightly misplaced, revealing a small bit of your hip area. Your eyelids are slightly drooped, making you look sleepy and even somewhat sultry.

“When did you get a Polaroid?” You asked.

“I found it at the thrift store just outside of town. I seriously couldn’t believe my luck. It was a little busted right here, see, but nothing some duct tape couldn’t fix.” He raved, showing you all parts of the camera. You smiled fondly.

“That’s awesome Eddie.” You say, handing him the picture. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before looking back up at you.

“You don’t want to keep this?” He asks. You shake your head.

“Nah, what purpose do I have for a picture of myself?”

“Wouldn’t I have even less of a purpose for a picture of you?” He asks with a laugh. You shrug and smile.

“I don’t know. Use it to remember me or if you miss me.” You say with a snicker.

“That’s the corniest shit I’ve ever heard,” Eddie replied. You laughed before standing up from the bed.

“I should probably go home now Eddie. It’s getting late and we have school tomorrow.” You say, grabbing your car keys from his nightstand. 

“Already?” He asks a twinge of sadness in his voice. You smile.

“I’ll be back, probably sooner than you even realize. Thanks for letting me hang and keep you company though.” You said. He nodded and stood from the bed, walking you toward his front door.

You said bye and locked up his door, hopping in your car and starting it up. Your house wasn’t too far from the trailer park, which you were thankful for. It made your visits to his place that much more convenient. You whistled to the song on the radio, mindlessly tapping your steering wheel while focusing on the road.

As you pulled up to a crossroad to take a right turn, you realized how cold you were. You always kept your windows rolled down when you drove but it was much chillier than usual. You were about to turn when it dawned on you that you left your jacket at Eddie’s house. No wonder I’m freezing, you think to yourself as you pop a quick U-turn and backtrack to the trailer park.

It doesn’t take long since you didn’t get very far. In a matter of six minutes, you’re putting your car back in park in Eddie’s driveway. You toss your keys in your jean pocket, knocking on his door. There’s no answer, and you can’t help but assume he’d fallen asleep. Normally, you wouldn’t intrude, but the freezing Indiana temperatures urged you to use the spare key he’d gifted you years ago. Just for emergencies, he told you, and if you stayed out there any longer without a protective layer you’d freeze your dick off, which was as close to an emergency as you could damn near get.

You opened the door and shut it quietly behind you, not wanting to wake him up. You quickly scanned the living room, searching for your jacket. It was nowhere to be found but you didn’t fret, you probably just left it in Eddie’s room. You walked toward his bedroom door, seconds away from pushing it open when you heard a noise.

Not just any noise, though. A very distinct type of noise that caused your feet to stay planted on the floor and your stomach to meet them there. It was a moan. A moan that no doubt belonged to your best friend. Your heart began to thump louder than it ever has but you tried to drown it out, listening for another noise to prove you weren’t going crazy. 

And there it was again. A whiny, high-pitched moan that sent tingles down your spine and blood rushing to your crotch. You clasped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to regulate your breathing, scared you’d make a noise and alert him that you were here. Which you should’ve done, you knew that. You knew how wrong it was to listen to someone get off, but you couldn’t move your feet.

And to make matters worse, your eyes found themselves drawn to the crack in the door. You weren’t just listening now, you were full-on peeping on your best friend jacking off, and God was it making you hard.

The sliver in the door was small but if you angled yourself just right you could see enough. His right hand rapidly moved up and down his shaft while his left held a picture that looked almost familiar. Further up you could see his shirt lifted and his left hand holding a piece of clothing to his nose, which he was no doubt sniffing with fervor. The item of clothing was also familiar. It almost looked like…

“(Y/n)~” Eddie whined breathlessly, and the air around you seemed to turn cold. That couldn’t have possibly been…

“Fuck- (Y/n)…” He moaned again, and you were sure of it this time. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, moaning your name. That wasn’t the only thing he was doing. As he continued to furiously pump his shaft with his fist you realized why everything looked so familiar. He was holding the Polaroid he took of you earlier and sniffing your jacket. Eddie was masturbating to the thought of you.

“God p-please I need you~” He moaned, panting heavily. You got so warm in the face and so fuzzy in the brain that you acted without thinking. You pushed the bedroom door open and walked in, causing him to yelp and throw everything off of him. He scrambled to pull a blanket over himself to salvage a shred of his modesty but you’d already seen too much.

“Don’t stop on my account sweetheart. In fact, let me help you~” You say, popping the button of your jeans. His face turns bright red, staring at you in utter disbelief.

“(Y-Y/n) I can explain-“

“Explain what? That you were jacking off to a picture of me? Mmm, what did you imagine we were doing Eddie?” You asked, pulling the blanket off as you licked your lips. 

“I-I wasn’t-“

“Come on Eddie~ You can tell me. If you ask nicely, I might even do it to you~” You whisper in his ear, gently placing your hand around his already twitching cock. He gasps and whimpers, covering his mouth to stop the needy noises from spilling out.

“You were so loud before, what happened to ‘I need you’?” You asked, moving your hand up and down his shaft. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lowered his hands, babbling for a second as he presumably tried to find the right words.

“I was i-imagining you- ah- fucking me into the- hng- mattress.” He gasped out, balling his hands into the sheets. You smirked, pulling your hand away and watching him practically chase your touch.

“That can be arranged.” You reply, pulling your pants and boxers off all the way. He watched with wide eyes as your cock sprung out, standing at attention and making his mouth water. He watched you bend and spit on his hole, gasping at the sudden cold sensation. You rubbed it into his asshole, expertly spreading him out in seconds and causing him to turn to putty once again. 

Once you were finished prepping him, you positioned your cock head at his tight asshole, teasing by gently prodding it. He whined, staring at you with pleading eyes. You decided to take mercy on him and finally push yourself inside, groaning as he enveloped you. He bit his lip harshly and squeezed his eyes shut, overcome with the pleasure of being filled.

“Look at you, you filthy little pervert. Getting fucked by the guy you were jacking off to.” You practically growled at him, an irregular dominance clouding your mind. He moaned and covered his face, too embarrassed to look you in the eye.

“Maybe we’re made for each other though.” You say somewhat fondly as you pick up your pace. He moans, face still covered, but he manages to get out two words of inquiry.

“W-We are?” He asks meekly. You laugh almost sadistically as you grip his legs.

“We are… wanna know why?” You ask, slowing your hips just the slightest bit to grab his focus.

“Why?” He asks breathlessly.

“Because I’m a pervert too Eddie. I watched you jack off to me. I liked watching you jack off to me.” You say, giving him no time to process what you’ve said before starting to plow into him again. This practically sends him over the edge, whimpering and begging to cum as you fucked into his prostate like never before. He wraps his arms around your back and begins moaning frantically

“Fuck fuck fuck I’m- agghn!” He gasps for air and scratches down your back, body shaking as spurts of cum shoot from the head of his cock. The sounds he’s making and the tightness of his ass proves to be too much as your hips sputter and you let out a low groan, emptying your load straight into his suffocating hole.

You gasp in an attempt to regain your breath, Eddie still latched onto you like his life depends on it. You chuckle and let your body weight fall onto him, electing to clean yourselves up later. You do however decide to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek at the moment, and you’re glad you do when you see his flushed face fondly smile.

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I need your help!

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Pinky Promise

Billy Hargrove x female reader

tw: mentions of abuse, bad writing lol

This piece is kind of inspired by the song „I was made for lovin‘ you“ by Kiss. It was also written after a few to many drinks, so please don’t judge if it is bad haha.

„I was made for lovin‘ you baby“

The radio of her Impala blared into the night, as she took off from her house. She couldn’t believe, that she was actually doing this; leaving her old live, her home, her friends, her family. And all of that just for a stupid boy. Well not just any boy, her boy.

„You were made for lovin‘ me“

The truth is, she would follow that boy everywhere, even to the end of the world. To him she was just a friend, a best friend even, but to her, he was her everything. Or so she thought.

Her heart broke the day, he told her he had to leave. His father deciding to start a new live, in a shitty small city in Indiana. He never wanted to leave, but they both knew, he had no chance against the asshole, that was his father.

„I can’t get enough of you baby“

The two weeks she spend without him, were hell. Nothing feeling like it was before. The cigarettes she had before school, suddenly tasting like shit, because he wasn’t there to light them. „Pretty girls never light their own cigarette“ he told her all the time.

She still remembers that day he first told her, like it was yesterday, the afternoon sun making it‘s way down the horizon, finding its way behind the waves. He was looking at the view, meanwhile she was looking at his side profile. The last ray of sunshine kissing his beautiful face. That day she finally realized, that she loved him more, than just a best friend.

„Can you get enough of me?“

The boy still had no clue, that the girl he was so madly in love with, was now on her way to him. Ever since he had to leave, his life went downhill. School days feeling longer than ever, because she wasn’t there to distract him. His little sister being even more annoying, because she wasn’t there to calm him down. The beatings of his father hurting more, because she wasn’t there to clean his wounds and wipe his tears.

Thinking of the way her eyes teared up, when he told her he had to leave. Feeling like seeing all the happiness he has created over the years, being shattered in just seconds. He knew that he would never forgive himself for leaving.

„I will never leave you“ he told her, back when he was just a little boy. Their pinky fingers linking, sealing the promise she thought he would never break. Even though he broke her heart by leaving, she could never hate him.

So many promises were made, throughout the time of their friendship, and this one was the first he ever broke. They both knew, he couldn’t do anything against the idea of his father moving states, to start a new life. She always swore to kill his father one day, for hurting him so often, but taking him away from her was the last straw.

„Tonight, I wanna see it on your eyes“

The last hours were hell, feeling like her body would give out any minute. Only taking a break when really needed, because the thought of wasting more time without him, killing her even more.

Welcome to Hawkins, the sign in front of the small city read. From looking at the time, she could tell he was almost done with his day at school. She knew exactly which school he went to, remembering all of his complaints.

Just a few days ago he shared his thoughts of the school on one of their late night calls. „Hawkins High, truly the worst place in this shithole of a city, outside of my home of course“ he told her, she could hear from the tone of his voice, that he was truly meaning every word he was saying, probably taking a lot of beatings from his father again. That night she decided, that she couldn’t live without him anymore.

„Feel the magic, there’s something that drives me wild“

She parked her car in front of the building he called hell multiple times before. His distinctive blue Camaro standing only a few spots next to her.

His school day was nearly over, he couldn’t wait to get home and hear the addictive voice from the girl he was missing so much. As the bell rang, he almost ran out of the school building.

Last night he tried to call her, no one answered, he was confused. Her parents were barely ever home, he tried to convince himself that she probably had to take over a coworkers shift. The thought of her forgetting or simply not wanting to talk to him, hurt his heart even more. But she wouldn’t do that to him, he was sure.

He rushed out of the door, already taking out the cigarette that he stuffed into his pocket earlier. His eyes fixated on his car, not caring about anything else then getting home as soon as possible.

„And tonight, we’re gonna make it all come true“

Ignoring his surroundings, he got into his car, fishing in his pockets, searching for the lighter the girl gifted him as a parting gift. His mood visibly getting worse, knowing that without his lighter he wouldn’t be able to relief one of his needs right away.

„You can take mine if you want“ he hears the familiar voice from the passenger side, that was empty just moments ago. Not being able to believe his ears, he turned his head looking into her beautiful eyes. The girl he was so desperately wanting, no needing sitting down right next to him.

„‘Cause girl, you were made for me“

No matter how hard he tried, there weren’t any words coming out of his mouth. His thoughts running wild looking deep into her beautiful eyes. „I expected a bigger reaction to be honest“ she said, her mouth curling into a big smile, „I mean, I just spend hours coming all the way here, you could at least say something“

He can’t take it any longer, basically jumping into her arms, needing to be as close to her as possible. „You never told me you would come to visit“ he said into her neck, the movement of his lips sending shivers down her spine. „I am not visiting, I will stay here with you“

He pulled away, looking back into her eyes, swearing he could see the whole universe inside of them. In his eyes, she could see, that he wasn’t trusting, what she was telling him. „I promise you, I will follow you, wherever you will go“ she said stretching out her pinky to him.

Wasting no time, he linked his pinky with hers, just like he did so many times before. „You‘ve got to seal the promise somehow, or else I won’t believe you“ he said more as a joke, staring at their interlocked fingers.

And now she was so sure, she was never this sure about anything, she placed her hand on his cheek, causing him to look at her. Their eyes meeting once more, she slowly inched closer. Before he could register what she was doing, her lips were on his and he swore, his heart jumped out of his chest.

His hands find their way to her waist, pulling her flush against him, deepening the kiss. Both of their minds spinning as they finally got, what they were longing for, for so damn long. Each other.

Their hearts beating the same rhythm as they continued to kiss on his front seat, all of the bad thoughts long forgotten.

„And girl I was made for you“

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♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 ♡

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A/N: I am utterly in love with my beautiful, beautiful boy. Have this.

𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗:

𖤐 Hear me the fuck out 𖤐 F O R E H E A D K I S S E S 𖤐 From both parts, really. 𖤐 It's kind of your thing; your way of saying goodbye and hello. 𖤐 Listen, my man is 5'10 which means he totally wraps an arm around your arms/head and kisses you on the forehead then keeps it draped around you to hug you and have you close and- 𖤐 He'd totally sneak you out of your house late at night. 𖤐 And then proceed to sneak you back in, maybe even staying the night if he's feeling riskier than usual 𖤐 Of course, seeing Corroded Coffin play most weeks 𖤐 Teaching. You. How. To. Play. Guitar. 𖤐 I KNOW IT'S A VERY COMMON AND USED HC BUT IT WOULD SOOOOO HAPPEN 𖤐 Now, if you know how to play an instrument or sing 𖤐 He's going to have you up in that "stage" every single week. 𖤐 Maybe not for the entire show but he'd have you play/sing one or two songs <3 𖤐 "How can you be this fucking hot?" -Him after literally any display of your musical abilities 𖤐 The best worst part is that he does become way more clingy after a performance 𖤐 When his uncle has to work upstate or isn't home too often you live in the trailer. 𖤐 Eddie lives for it 𖤐 He lives for you cooking breakfast with him while blasting music from his old radio 𖤐 He lives for morning cuddles 𖤐 He lives for seeing you walk around in his shirts and underwear, crumbs of the pizza you ordered all over your clothes 𖤐 He lives for the naps you take on the couch with your body pressed against his while you were are watching a movie 𖤐 He's a simple man who loves the simple things yk 𖤐 Dancing around with him when cleaning up after the kids on hellfire club days 𖤐 Him trying to explain to you how to play Dnd 𖤐 You trying to understand 𖤐 If you succeed, well, hellfire afternoons just became even more interesting 𖤐 If you fail, it's okay, he'll explain again if you want to or leave it if you just don't feel like it 𖤐 He's okay because either way you'll be sitting on his lap while he terrorises those children 𖤐 Lots of dates in places you aren't really supposed to be in hehe 𖤐 Swimming pools at night, empty parking lots or anything you two can think of that isn't too dangerous/scary 𖤐 The type of guy who'd sneak a hand in your jeans' back pocket <3 𖤐 Or holding you by the waist 𖤐 Or an arm draped around your shoulders 𖤐 Always carrying extra hair-ties for you 𖤐 OH MY GOD 𖤐 Letting you do his hair. 𖤐 I think he wouldn't like crazy up-dos but definitely a ponytail or bun to keep his hair out of the way in the daily 𖤐 Studying together because '86 is the year baby 𖤐 Eddie is not dumb, it's just the educational system's way of teaching isn't made for him 𖤐 So when you find how to explain things to him in a way that's crystal clear, he'll catch on pretty quickly 𖤐 Passing notes back on forth all class 𖤐 You've gotten in trouble for it more than once 𖤐 And that's just because if you're not professing undying love for each other, you're making fun of teachers 𖤐 Except they don't find your jokes funny, lmao 𖤐 You totally own a hellfire shirt and match it up with one of his jackets whenever you wear it 𖤐 And yes, wearing his band shirts. 𖤐 Cheesy pickup lines even when you're already dating 𖤐 "So, aside from taking my breath away, what do you do for a living?" 𖤐  "I’ve heard it said that kissing is the ‘language of love.’ Would you care to have a conversation with me sometime?" 𖤐  Yk that type of shit 𖤐  You'd be lying if you said you hate them, they always make you smile and with a need to shut him up with kisses 𖤐  I don't know how to explain it, but your love is like this song. 𖤐 Dating Eddie Munson is like having your soul warmly cuddled 𖤐 Dating Eddie Munson is having a boy who worships the ground you walk on 𖤐 Dating Eddie Munson is late night conversations and long walks through Hawkings when you're feeling down 𖤐 Dating Eddie Munson is being loved 𖤐 And that's all we need sometimes. <3

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[pikihachu]

THIS PARTY SUCKS. — steve harrington x reader

— pairing: steve x gn!reader

— genre: fluff!!

— summary: in which you ranted about how lame this party was directly to the host.

— warnings: mentions of underage drinking, and cursing!

a/n: i found this idea on tumblr a while back and immediately thought of steve 🫣

not my gif!

Music blasted throughout the large mansion as you tried to drown it all out with a sip of whatever concoction was in the bowl you were drinking from. It was disgusting, causing you to spit it back in your cup before you discarded of it all together. You silently sat back and watched as mindless teenagers seemed to enjoy the party. They were as rowdy as they could get, after all, what more could you expect with the combination of reckless teenagers and alcohol?

While this could be considered as the part of the “highschool experience”— being at the most popping party on a Friday night, you were dreading every second of it. You never considered yourself a party person, even back in your hometown, and Hawkins was no different. Instead, you were pretty much forced here and by your own mother at the very most! As a means of “making some new friends.” Your newest friend Robin was also partially to blame, as she practically begged you to come with her. Now, you were stuck as her designated driver.

You continued to people watch, though there was never anything special— until you spotted Robin, smiling and dancing with who you assumed to be her little girl crush, Vicky, whom she’s been raving about since you’ve gotten to know her. You smiled, at least one of us is having a good time.

“Hows the party?” a voice suddenly spoke from your side. You looked over, to who it was, only to find one of the guys who you knew was part of the popular crowd talking to you. What was his name again? Stephen? No…

“It sucks,” you blankly stated. The boy was a little taken aback by your straight forwardness. Plus it was the first time he heard that all night! Everyone seemed to be having a great time here except you, and he was quick to notice as you were just laying back on a wall, watching everything happen around you.

“Really? I didn’t think it was that bad….” He mumbled, his voice small as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Maybe it’s just because I don’t really like parties but, for starters, that drink tastes like ass.” You signaled toward the bowl with the mysterious liquid in it.

“Second, it smells like a dumpster fire in here. Holy shit, do people not know what deodorant is.” You ranted, making a face as you stared the pack of dancing and sweaty teenagers in the living room. You earned a hearty chuckle from the boy next to you as he continued to listen to your bitching. The two of you would converse in whatever, and for once you found yourself sort of enjoying the party.

He then paused, a little spaced out as he thought about something. “Wanna get some air?” The stranger grinned, a hand running through his hair. “And be alone outside with you? I don’t even know you,” you giggled, watching as he discarded his cup on the counter before dramatically extending an arm out towards you, “Steve Harrington, and you, gorgeous are…?”

You felt a tinge of heat rush up to your cheeks at the sudden nickname, and you mentally thanked the fact that the room was dark. “Y/N L/N.” You said, taking his hand in yours and shaking it. Though, once you finished, he didn’t let go of your hand, rather, readjusting it so that he was holding it in his.

“You ready to get out of here Y/N?” he asked, and you simply returned a small nod. However, you paused when you noticed Robin staggering towards you with the most dazed expression on her face. She clearly had a little too much to drink. “Y/N! Have you met the host, yet? Aka, the rich little bastard who lent his “humble” abode for our own pleasure.”

You shrugged, not really interested in anything else but leaving this party. “No, not quite yet.” You said, before Steve peeked his head out towards your conversation. “What? Yes you have, he’s right here!” Robin pointed, and your eyes followed to where she was pointing, only to see Steve, smiling down at you.

You took your hand away from Steve to cover your mouth in shock and embarrassment. “YOU WERE THE HOST? I’m so sorry.” You exclaimed, feeling bad that you unknowingly just shit talked this party to the very person who organized it. Steve could only laugh at the situation, finding it cute at how embarrassed you quickly became.

Robin on the other hand, noticed what was going on between the two of you and grinned. “Well uh, Vicky’s calling me over again, so you two can be on your merry way.” She winked before wandering off once again.

You stood there awkwardly now that Robin was gone, soaking in your humility. However, as you looked down at the ground to avoid all eye contact with Steve, he grabbed your attention as he took your hand in his once more. “You still wanna get some air? I think it’s about time we leave this lame party.” He teased.

Regardless, you shook your head yes as he pulled you through the crowd and out the door.

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summary: For someone so young, the vacancy speaks - if not screams for concern. A soul to live through more than one lifetime. Experienced and damaged from it. Never knowing peace with darkened skin just beneath her eyes from a lack of rest. “What is this?” She asks no one in particular, more so, the universe. It’s a call for help. A demand from the Heavens above to provide clarity, or a plea from the depths of Hell to wipe this image clean from her mind. warnings: parental abandonment, hallucination wc: 2,949

Snow has begun to fall all across Indiana. The winter air bites at your skin like a thousand needles, leaving cheeks blotchy as heavily covered arms wrap tighter around your torso. Her fingers ache without gloves and every step feels like she’s run a mile. The boots are borrowed and too big. Too clunky but perfect in dire times when she’s forgotten her old pair back home. She’s unable to distinguish if her socks are dampened from such a loose fit, or if her flesh has just gone cold from exposure. Either way, she moves with purpose and determination. Forcing each step forward no matter how badly she wants to retreat. The gravel is frozen, unmoving as the shoes scuff along the path. His car was left chilled and untouched, refusing to seek out the joys a weekend had to offer. Instead, finding solace in the quiet shelter of his home.

No lights beam out through parted curtains, instead using the glow of nature to fill the spaces with life. Autumn stands on his porch, kicking at the wooden boards to dust away the heavy snow that’s gathered at her feet, and that’s all she manages to do for a moment. Chewing at her cheek with an unsteady posture, continuously looking elsewhere. Prey looking for an escape as if the door had shown teeth, ready to kill.

Autumn has whispered unspoken conversations to herself during the drive. How she would tell him and then predict his response. Every scenario is prepared for, but that doesn't ease her nerves as she knocks at the Byers front door. Maybe he would still be sound asleep. Grasping at the shredded strings of peace so that he can finally find some rest. Maybe, just maybe, she was lucky enough to be left out in the cold with no other option than to turn her back on the silent home. But footsteps crush that dream as they inch closer, and she has to remind herself that this is what she wants. What they both want. No more lies. No more secrets.

Jonathan is suddenly squinting from the bright assault against his eyes like he hadn’t seen sunlight for days, or planned to for that matter. His hair was disheveled and his clothes a mess, just barely out of his pajamas into something casual. The disturbance leaves him disgruntled for a moment before he drinks in the sight of her and relaxes. “Oh, hey,” he says with a heavy yawn.

“Did I wake you?” Autumn teased with a small smirk on her face.

“Hm? No, no. I, uh, I’m supposed t’be up. I’ve got work soon and I accidentally slept in.” Jonathan laughs despite the joy in her eyes flickering out.

The girl’s shoulders sag and the smile falters, now understanding his chaotic state as he frantically dresses for a shift. “Oh.”

Maybe, just maybe she would be unlucky enough to have worked herself up to this very moment, only to be left disappointed. But she feigns a smile, laughing away the grip on her heart. “Duh. Have t’get back t’real life, and shit.”

An uneasy grin shines from the boy for only a moment, before settling as he wears a look of concern. “Is everything okay?”

Confusion washes in, still forcing a lie to the front. “Yeah, of course. I-I just thought we could hang out. I forgot people have jobs,” she jokes. A hard swallow slithers its way down to burn up her insides.

“Well, what about later? I could call-”

“Don’t!” Autumn interrupts all too quickly, her friend's eyes full of surprise. “I-I mean, our phone - it’s broken.” She rolls her eyes, hoping to further convince him of this false reality. “I’ll be busy, anyway, later. I’m going…out of town.”

Fuck.

“With my dad,” she continues, no matter the sudden pressure of now coming up with another lie. “I just thought we could do something before I go. But, I’ll see you at school! We can make plans, yeah?”

Jonathan seems less certain. His grip tightens on the door, rocking on his heels anxiously as he looks her up and down. He doesn’t buy it, and she can tell. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Her fingers clench inside deep pockets, fidgeting and pulling at the lint. Autumn would scream if she could. She would fall at his feet and let the world know of all that’s happened in such a short time. All she had lost and all she had gained. Her cries would echo the agony, and she would succumb to exhaustion in his hold. A final relief from the weight she carries. But her back straightens in preparation for another load, feet firmly planted as hasty words spill forward. “I’m fine, honestly.” She’s already falling away from her friend. One step after another carrying her backward down the short steps and onto the gravel. “Enjoy being berated by customers!” She calls out, just before turning on her heel to hastily make her way back toward the Jeep.

She knows he’s watching. She can feel his tired eyes dig into her back like claws to rip out the truth. But he finally surrenders to the cold winds and the tick of the clock, and then there’s the sound of the front door finally closing.

It’s all a blur after that. The exit from his home is a forced calm. She even wears a small smile in case the boy happens to look out the window to watch her leave. But as the girl fades from sight, a held-in-breath passes and her body slumps against the seat. Her fingers white-knuckled over the steering wheel, driving aimlessly until the nerves finally get to her. She’s parked on the side of the street, keys abandoned on the dash as she focuses on steadying breaths. There’s no blame in Jonathan for trying to slip back into his old life, and who was she to drag him back out into the chaos? She would tell him someday, sure. He was bound to hear the news through gossip as Hopper escorted her to the front desk of the school's office, going over legal documentation. Bound to stumble upon her front step and find that no one was home.

She’d tell him first. Someday soon.

It just wouldn’t be today.

Gathered slush is pushed aside as a car peacefully roams through the neighborhood. The sudden movement is enough to pull her from a daze, watching as it moves down the winding street toward a home in the distance. Autumn finds herself in a familiar setting, yet not at all comforting as acid degrades her from the inside out. She’s parked a few feet down from her old sanctuary, without his car in sight. There’s a silent debate about whether to turn her back on it. Like he did to her. But there’s an undeniable pull, and it’s almost embarrassing how quickly she gives in to it. Letting those unseen hands pull her along the sidewalk and up the empty driveway. She’s only released the moment she finds something…off. The front door now has a different shade of white, something no one would notice unless you saw it every day for the last 16 years. The print of Hopper’s boot is gone, along with the splintered wood.

Someone else had been here.

She reacts without thought. Fingers tight around the handle in an attempt to pry it open, though it doesn’t budge. Frantically, she digs through the contents of her bag, searching for the key only to find it no longer fits the lock. Panic sets in, eyes blown wide as she catapults across the yard to prove herself wrong. The curtains are pulled shut in the long stretch of living room windows, keeping secrecy buried within the shadows. She pushes on. Nearly tripping over heavy footsteps as her attention is stolen away by newly replaced windows. No shattered glass or cracked lines. Like nothing had ever happened. The sliding door in the back is sealed shut, too. Once finicky and easy to pry open if you angled it a certain way, but now locked in place.

Trembling hands cup against the glass to shield her from the shocking glare, giving her access to an empty home. The long stretch of the hallway had been stripped of framed photographs. No table to collect the junk mail or keys. The dining room still holds the table she once sat at, but it’s newly polished to hide away any scuff marks gained through time. It’s almost as if she never existed, and that thought leaves her knees weakened.

She can see the railing of a staircase, feeling a phantom pain just at her fingertips as nails once clawed their way down the wood. The place where he followed; that man. The stranger that crept through the halls undetected until she found him. Had he expected her, somehow? Standing among her father's dedicated work, waiting for the girl to stumble upon him. Would things have gone worse if Steve was the one to wake first? Did he know she wasn’t alone and simply did not care? Willing to risk it, no matter the price.

A heavy breath fogs the chilled glass. A ghost to dance along its surface and distort her vision. A near blessing to hide the new emptiness of her old home. But as it fades, something else eases into her view. A recognizable smile paired with sweet blue eyes to hide his malice. He stands in the reflection. Tall and threatening just at her back, waiting with great patience.

She turns with haste, nearly slipping and seeking support against the door as she takes him in and this place of nightmares he stands at the center of. Her world has shifted. The glow of sunlight against fallen snow is now replaced by fluorescent fixtures in the ceiling. Her home has morphed into a long stretch of tiled walls, encapsulating the once soft ground she stood upon. It’s all familiar and for all of the wrong reasons. It holds a feeling of dread as her heart threatens to give out and succumb to the end. Thin lips are moving but there’s no voice heard. No words of promise laced with something sickening and evil. A single hand pries itself free from the confines of a coat pocket, reaching out to her as he takes a small step forward. Autumn is gone before he can take hold. Finding enough strength in trembling knees to carry herself around him in a full sprint. She won’t dare to look back. The only focus was to put as much distance between them as she could. The hallway seems never-ending.

Doors are mirrored across from one another, bolted shut and unmoving as she forces her weight against them. The girl rounds a corner with haste, dampened boots gliding across the polished flooring and ultimately forcing her body to collapse. She feels the pressure of the cold surface against her, but no throb of pain. She looks then, finding the man in a casual stride, yet closing the distance with ease. Autumn scrambles to stand, pushing herself further down the hall and toward the double doors. She’s uncertain if they’ll give way or remain solid like the others, but she still charges forward, eyes tightly shut as she throws herself against them.

Quickened steps react in panic. They skid and separate to balance out the weight shift, her focus now locked on the eerie space. The rainbow screams loud against perfectly painted walls, bleeding out into the flooring. But it’s not the room that holds her attention, or the chess board with scattered pieces, the players having just left. It’s not the roll of crayons as they fall from the nearby tables, or the fear of fire flickering just beneath the furthest door.

A figure waits for her in the mirror; short and dressed in gray-toned sweats. From afar, Autumn could swear it was the same girl that once invaded her mind, somehow finding her again to seek help. The teen chances a glance just over her shoulder, finding the space empty and free of threat. No footsteps to echo down the hall or soul-piercing eyes to strip away her life. With that minimal comfort, she advances. And the child does the same. The same foot with the same pace, and it leaves her frozen on the spot. It’s a trick of the mind - it’s all a part of the illusion she’s trapped within. But every motion is mimicked. Step after step, they grow closer to the mirror's surface. At first, she believes it to be that unnamed child. Then, a boy. The hair buzzed down to soft fuzz with no real defining facial features. It isn’t until Autumn takes in the color of their eyes as they stare up at her, expression unreadable, that things become more alarming. She recognizes the girl. The marks along her skin and the hue in empty eyes. Younger than she remembers. Never seen in photographs but easy to picture as her face morphs through time.

She stares back at an unknown version of herself, only more hollow.

For someone so young, the vacancy speaks - if not screams for concern. A soul to live through more than one lifetime. Experienced and damaged from it. Never knowing peace with darkened skin just beneath her eyes from a lack of rest. “What is this?” She asks no one in particular, more so, the universe. It’s a call for help. A demand from the Heavens above to provide clarity, or a plea from the depths of Hell to wipe this image clean from her mind. Their lips move in sync, though such a frail voice remains unheard from behind the shining barricade. But there is a voice. Not of a child, or of her. Not of the man lingering down the hall. Autumn’s name echoes through the room, pulling the child's attention away to instead look toward the double doors at her back. They swing and he emerges from the shadows, standing proud in the glimmering light with eyes locked on the child. Now feeling his presence creep in like a predator, Autumn turns to meet him with blood frozen in her veins. She can feel the small hairs rise beneath her layered tops, her chest aching and releasing a hazy cloud as a hard exhale turns to mist.

It’s a stark contrast to the eerie hallways she raced through. Her eyes were forced to squint from the pain of brilliant light, shocking her back into reality. She stands on the same snow-covered concrete slab, hands and back pressed firmly to the new glass door, slowly slipping as her knees shake from tension. The rushing currents of blood fill her ears with a sharp ring, gaze unfocused as she struggles to settle. It’s hard to know if anything was real. If she only surrenders to familiar surroundings, letting her guard down to be thrown back into darkness.

She waits.

A muffled noise somehow breaks through the deafening barrier, only becoming more clear with every call. Autumn follows the noise with hesitance, finding a neighbor leaning further into her view to gain some attention. The elderly woman raises a hand in greeting, wearing a timid smile. The sight of her brings a sudden awareness - a jolt to the body as she pushes herself away from the surface. Lips tremble as they try to mimic the other woman. “M-morning, Mrs. Collins.”

At the sound of her name, her shoulders fall to rest and there’s less concern in her eyes. Now more gentle, yet curious. “You’ll catch a cold out here,” she states. Her arms crossed tight over her chest, bundling up her husband's jacket as she inches closer with care. “D’you leave something behind?”

The question lingers in the air. Heard, but not fully registered and her mouth hangs agape in search for a stupefying response. But the woman fills the space between them with ease, a small chuckle heard as she moves through every memory made. “I used t’leave things behind after every move. The rush of it all leaves your mind so frazzled, you barely know what’s happening.”

She’s lost within her own world, while Autumn stands without guidance in a vacant field. The horizon stretches on forever, never giving closure or providing answers. She’s simply lost, though Mrs. Collins does all she can to pave a rocky path. “I didn’t think I would get the chance to say ‘Goodbye.’ Your father was in such a hurry. He barely spoke a word t’me. I even tried t’offer up my grandson t’help load up the trucks. Awfully stubborn, your father.” She waits a moment, eyes fixated on the empty dining room that once echoed with laughter. The glow from within breaking through closed curtains, allowing silhouettes to dance along the ground. “I had no idea you were even moving. It’s so exciting, isn’t it? Making new memories.”

Winter has stolen life from more than vivid nature. It snuck inside - silent and without warning as it filled the girl's chest. The unseen reaper, casting out pieces of her collected soul with every breath. Left as a shell. Without thought and unfeeling, picturing her father loading up their entire life so that he could vanish into the night. Autumn could hardly find the strength to hate him. To loathe or pity him and this unknown story he writes out for himself. There’s only a wilted smile, uttering a soft, “Goodbye, Mrs. Collins,” before closing this chapter in her own story, leaving it behind for good, so that she can begin another.

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Dustin's Friend — Eddie Munson

While you were off to college, your little brother made a new friend at school, or rather, befriended an old face that you'd almost forgotten about and suddenly, you want to undo the past.

Warning: fluff with a mixture of sweet spice Word count: 7.5k Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

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Hawkins was a dead town, at least it was to you. While growing there had its good sides, there wasn’t much to keep you there once you finished high school. 

You knew from an early age that the only good way to leave this town was going to college, however, your options were limited as college was turning more and more expensive by the years. Your divorced parents didn’t have the money to fund you all the way through college, let alone through the first years, so you tried your hardest in school to land a scholarship and worked throughout the last school years. 

In the end, it all worked out—to your luck. 

You ended up finishing high school, landing a prestigious scholarship and a spot at your top choice college that was just far enough to start somewhere new, yet close enough to come home easily. Because one thing you did underestimate was how much you missed your family while being away. 

Hawkins may made you feel stuck, but it was still your home and the place where all your loved ones were. Being away felt good most of the times, nevertheless, you loved coming home. And today didn’t feel any different as you stopped the old, beat-up car from your grandparents in front of your childhood home. 

You were a day early, originally having planned to arrive tomorrow evening, at most, but the college parties weren’t fun enough to keep you there over the weekend. Besides, it would calm your mother’s conscience to know that you were there early for your babysitter duties as she was gone for two weeks for her yearly ‘Away from the kids’ trip.

Opening the trunk, you pulled out your packed up bag, throwing it over your shoulder as you slammed the trunk shut again and went ahead to the door. From afar, you could hear panicked, loud voices in the house, causing you to frown. What was going on, a burglar? There was nothing of big worth in that house, it would be senseless. 

Turning the key in the door, you made your entrance well known by dropping your bag. A burglar in Hawkins couldn’t be dangerous, only idiotic. The voices immediately died down, the house becoming deadly silent. In your dorm, you had a heavy flashlight right at your bedside. The only thing that the hallway offered to defend yourself with was an umbrella. At least, better than nothing, you thought.

Holding it in front of you, ready to strike down whatever come at you, you walked further down the hallway. A thundering sound came rushing down the stairs, about to come right around the corner, you held the umbrella up high, until you screamed, and someone screamed back louder. 

“Y/N!” 

You stopped yourself last second from smashing down the umbrella at the person attacking you, realizing that they weren’t, in fact, attacking you. Blinking confused, you brushed your hair out of your face. “Dustin, what the hell!”

“What were you doing?” he instead questioned, eyeing the umbrella in your hand. 

Letting out a deep sigh, you put away the umbrella, “I heard people yelling from outside. Thought maybe there’s a burglar in the house.” 

Dustin raised a brow. “And you thought an umbrella is the right choice of weapon, then?”

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” you exclaimed, feeling dumbfounded. “What was the yelling about?” 

“We were just playing a game.”

You squinted your eyes. “We?”

Your little brother shrugged, obviously turning the conversation elsewhere. “Good to see you back.” he said, right on his heels to run back up the stairs.

“Dustin,” you called after him.

You definitely did not miss this. Being your little brother’s babysitter was an ungrateful job, especially if your brother was anything like Dustin Henderson, a rebellious tween with too much imagination and even wilder friends. 

You didn’t care what your brother was doing. He was clever enough to know what better not to do, but not clever enough to not do stupid things. So, you hasted after him, knocking on his door before a second later intruding. “Dustin, I asked who—" you stopped mid-sentence, glancing into the big eyes of Dustin’s childhood friends as well as some faces you hadn’t seen before. 

“Y/N!” he groaned. “I told you we were playing a game. You weren’t even supposed to be here until tomorrow—” 

“Excuse me,” someone said behind, tapping your shoulder. As you turned around, you made enough space for the person to squeeze right past you into Dustin’s room. You stared at the familiar dark-haired head, who walked ever so casually into the room before letting themselves fall into their former seat.

“Munson?”

Eddie Munson glanced up, eyes widening at your sight. “Y/N.” 

“What are you doing here?” you asked him. Out of all people in Hawkins, he was one of the last persons you ever expected to turn up at your house.

“You guys know each other?” Mike Wheeler, one of Dustin’s friends, chirped in. Your eyes wandered from Eddie to Mike over to Dustin who looked split between being angry and weirded out, right back to Eddie who looked flabbergasted. 

“Yeah, we do,” you replied. “We went to high school together.” 

One of the rather unknown friends chuckled. “Eddie does still go to high school.” 

His voice quieted down the second his gaze met Eddie’s, which was now a fine line between ice-cold and highly embarrassed. Everything quieted down after that, leaving silence that was just as much awkward. 

“Sorry, I’ll leave you to it.” you mumbled, feeling sorry for accidentally causing a scene, and pulled the door shut. However, seeing Eddie Munson, the known misfit from your school year, sitting in your little brother’s bedroom confused the hell out of you. 

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

The evening came quicker than expected. The warm yellow light dimmed the kitchen where you had sat down to go over the last lecture. Upstairs, the boys couldn’t manage to keep their voices down enough to let you concentrate in the room next door, so the kitchen it was. 

The staircase creaked as someone walked down there. The footsteps became lighter, almost inaudible as if they stopped, until Eddie Munson appeared in the doorframe to the kitchen. You glanced up from your studies, your mouth feeling numb, unable to form any words. 

It had been a while since you last saw him, it must have been over two years. Maybe graduation day, but if you remembered back and thought about his friend’s remark earlier, you knew that he hadn’t been there. Back then, you had believed it was because he disliked the majority of your school year and not because he didn’t graduate. 

“Hey,” he said, quietly, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hey,” you replied. 

He drummed against the wooden frame, the metal of his rings resounding against it. “I’m sorry if this came off as weird. You know, seeing me hang out with your little brother. I didn’t—” he stopped, breathing in, shaking his head as if he was confused about what he meant to say. 

Furrowing your brows, you looked at him equally confused as you opened your mouth to argue, but Eddie was quick to continue to say, “Look, I get it if you want me to stop hanging out with him, and the others.” 

“Why would I?” you questioned, earnestly as you closed your book and fully turned around in the chair to look at him. “You guys are playing board games. How bad can it be? You’re not selling drugs anymore, are you?” 

Eddie’s mouth fell open. “How do you?” 

“Everyone knew,” you interrupted him, shrugging. “Or maybe not everyone, but people who paid attention knew.” 

As if he’d got caught red-handed, he straightened up. “I don’t. I mean, no, I do. But only to the right people and only good stuff. I don’t sell or give it to the boys, I would never.” 

You smiled at his reaction, all sudden Eddie came across as rather shy, a trait that you would’ve never use to describe him with. If anything, he was loud, vibrant, and simply just there, impossible to mistake, impossible to overlook. “Didn’t think you would,” you made clear. 

He nodded, lips pressed tight. His gaze wandering from your eyes up to your hair, analyzing every part of you. It let you question if you looked anything different than what you used to back in high school, if you came across different now versus back then. Somehow, you hoped you did. 

“Um, Eddie, that’s not the bathroom. That’s the kitchen, and that is my sister. What are doing you here?”  

Eddie turned around at the sound of Dustin’s voice, who stood behind him, watching the innocent talk between him and you. He said he wanted to go to the bathroom, which the house had one upstairs, and instead came down to talk to you? There was a lot to read into that situation, but you decided not to. This was confusing enough already, there was no need to make it any worse. 

“He just asked for some more toilette paper,” you answered for him, toning your voice down as a rush of excitement still creeped up on you.

Eddie made a face, looking from you to Dustin, before nodding, “Yeah. Couldn’t find any, my bad.” 

Fortunately, Dustin didn’t question the odd answer as he probably didn’t want to dig any further into that business. Instead, Eddie silently followed him back up to his room, not daring a glance back at you as he left the room.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Coming home to Hawkins after being away for a while felt different every time you came back. As weird as it sounded, you could feel it in the air. Growing up here, it always had been a dead end, but ever since Will Byers and other kids around town went missing, there was something electrifying in the air. You, as much as many other people in Hawkins, could not explain that sensation, all you could do was telling the kids to watch out while hanging out outside and carry on with life. 

Time felt strange here, as if it was rushing past everyone and yet not passing at all. Seeing Eddie Munson after so long was one of those occasions. Somehow, it felt like a day ago since you walked past each other in the school hallway but looking at him closely proved you otherwise. He had his wavy hair grown out, his body now graced dark inked tattoos, and he was no longer at eye level with you.

You slammed on the brakes, snapping out of your trance, barely avoiding running over some kids running across the street. Heat shot in your cheeks, breathing heavy. Why were you thinking about Eddie? Why had you been thinking about him since last seeing him? 

It was the whole point of this ridiculous charade. He crept up in your mind, haunted your thoughts, even though he and you wouldn’t be considered friends. Not even anything close to it. You barely knew each other. All you were was former schoolmates, who crossed hallways and sat in the same classes. And all you truly knew about him were the things whispered through those exact hallways, things that could be far from the truth. 

None of this made the tingling in your fingertips when you thought about him reasonable enough. This was absurd, absolute nonsense, and yet you felt defied by yourself. He was in your head, disarming every try of yours to deny it. Once you left town and went back to college again, it would be different. There would be other things than Eddie Munson haunting your thoughts.

You parked the car in the driveway before you grabbed the groceries that you’d just bought from the passenger seat and fumbled with your keys to open up the door. Dustin was gone somewhere around town with his friends, he had left you a message on the kitchen table before leaving. It was an unspoken rule between him and you—as long as he would come home before dawn, you didn’t mind where he went. Although he did lots of things that potentially could get him in trouble, you dared to hope that he was clever enough to avoid it. 

The divorce of your parents had turned you into a third parental figure for Dustin, and perhaps the only one he truly respected. Despite getting on each other’s nerve’s half of the time, you got along greatly even though the contact had become less due to the distance. 

Sometimes, only sometimes, you found yourself sitting alone in your dorm and missing the old days when you were still in high school and had to pick up your brother and his friends on the way home. Where you cooked for Dustin and yourself when your mother was at work for too long and had movies nights together. Where you hung out with your girlfriends on the school ground, secretly checking out the boys in the parking lot. Where you felt the most you, the most at home, the most fulfilled. 

Being away at college wasn’t the problem, you knew that. You loved it there. The true problem was that you missed the carefree version of yourself.

You were preparing dinner for the evening as the doorbell rang. Dustin had a key, he’d use it if he was coming home, so it had to be someone else. Putting the oven mitts aside, you went to the front door and opened it up to see a familiar face standing in front of it. “Munson,” you said, your voice sounding unsure. 

It’d been a few days since your last encounter and yet again, you didn’t expect him at your house.

“Henderson,” he nodded, mimicking your usage of his last name only. It instantly made you question when was the last time you ever called him by his first name? Hardly ever, you believed. He’s been Munson or ‘The Freak’ for as long as you could remember. That’s what everyone called him and what you ended up calling him, too. 

He held up a book in his hands. “I lent this from Dustin the other day and wanted to bring it back.” 

Your eyes wandered from the book in his hand, which he handed over to you, back to him. “Thanks,” you mumbled. “He’s not here right now, but I’ll tell him.”

Nerve-racking silence took over you, neither spoke a word, neither moved from their spot. Inside your head, the thoughts kept spinning, creating a chaotic mess, but none of it could actually help to relieve this tension. 

“I guess, I’ll go—” 

“Do you want to come in?”

His head shot up, gazes meeting as his lightened up in surprise. While stepping aside, you made enough space for him to accept the invitation if he wanted to. For a brief moment, there was hesitation that made you regret ever saying it. He had no reason to stay, Dustin wasn’t here and you two weren’t friends. It didn’t made sense for you to spend any time together, yet deep down, if you were really honest with yourself, you wanted to. 

Fully expecting him to deny and turn his back on you, Eddie was there to surprise you as he had been doing since seeing him again. Instead, he stepped inside. 

Your mind went blank. What now? You’d just invited himself inside, without any further thought on why you did it or what happens after. Talk, Y/N, talk. 

“I’m making lasagna,” you said, instantly wanting to facepalm yourself. Such unnecessary information. “Let’s talk in the kitchen?”  

Your voice sounded small, making it more sound like a question, rather than a suggestion. Eddie thankfully didn’t pressure it, replying a short ‘sure’ as he followed you down the hallway to the kitchen. You heard his footsteps behind you, causing a slow building shiver to run from the nap of your neck down your back. Every fiber of your being felt suddenly hyperaware of his presence. 

“So, how’s life? How have you been?” 

Another stupid question that made you curse yourself in your head as you took a look at the lasagna in the oven before glancing back at him. Just like a few days ago, Eddie stopped in the large doorframe, leaning against it, eyes meeting yours. Your question didn’t seem to spark much enjoyment in his face. By now, every word you said felt like the wrong choice. 

Eddie shrugged. “Not much to tell. I haven’t changed, I’m the same guy as always, just still stuck in high school.” 

“How’s that not much to tell? For the longest, I believed that you did graduate with us and just happened to not attend to prom, or graduation, or the afterparty.” you replied, the words bubbling out of your mouth. Why the sudden were you acting all nervous? 

You couldn’t dare to look at him, this entire conversation was backfiring on the worst level imaginable, however, just as you were about to look away, he answered, “Skipping prom sounds like me, but I would’ve turned up for at least the afterparty, don’t you think?” 

Your mouth quirked to a small smile. This conversation may not go entirely sour, but let’s not get any hopes up too early. “You’re right. Maybe even graduation, just so, you know, you can finally get the paper that releases you from the hell hole that is school.” 

Eddie looked at you pointedly, crossing his arms. “You calling school a hell hole? Never thought I would hear that.” 

“Why, do you not believe that I didn’t enjoy high school?” you argued, leaning back against the kitchen counter, standing almost opposite to him. 

“Hardly,” he admitted, still at eye level with you. 

You scoffed. “What makes you think that?” 

“You’ve never made the impression to me that you didn’t like being there. It looked like you were having a good time with your friends, that, I don’t know, you even enjoyed sitting in class learning new stuff. You were the exact opposite of me, someone who most definitely didn’t—doesn’t—like high school.”

Mouth ajar, you looked at him as he leaned his head back against the doorframe while yours got trapped to process the fact that Eddie Munson had paid more attention to you in high school than one might think. If you were being honest, you didn’t even think that he knew who you were. Neither your circle of friends, nor your interest were aligned that he could know much about you. However, the way he talked about you made it sound like he did.  

“Well, I did like having a good time with my friends, or learning new stuff, but on graduation day, I was still happy that it was all over. High school was a confusing time and I thought college as a new chapter in my life would change many things.” you explained, realizing with every word that you had never spoken about this before. 

“Did it change?” 

You broke off the eye contact, shaking your head. “No, not really. It’s different. But it doesn’t replace or make the memories from here better. I miss Hawkins sometimes, I even miss going to school. A bit pathetic, don’t you think? It’s only been two years.”

Eddie played with the rings on his fingers, replying, “No, I don’t think it’s pathetic. Don’t they say something along the lines, ‘You are where you live’?” 

You chuckled lightly. “Not exactly, but something like that, yeah.” 

In fear of this now actually well-going conversation dying, you hastily added, “So, what about you? How’s school now?”

He breathed out, it almost sounded like a deep sigh, “I wish I was done by now, but it’s not too bad.” 

“Sure, because you’re friends with my brother now.” 

“That’s a whole other conversation,” he mumbled. 

You arched a brow, meeting his gaze. “And what is this conversation about now?” 

“Not about Dustin,” he said, his voice sounding much more assured. 

Something about the way he said it struck you, made you stay frozen in place, only capable of starring at him. You were glad that your hands had the surface of the kitchen counters to hold onto, because your heart was beating in a fierce, overwhelming speed that caused you to feel nauseous. What would you say to that? What could you say to that? 

Before your brain could go down a further spiral, Eddie pulled you right back into reality by saying, “Y/N, I’m no cook, but I’m pretty sure that you’re burning your lasagna.” 

“What?” you blinked, the wires in your brain not fully connected yet until realization of the smell hit you. “Oh, shit, shit, shit!” 

Eddie backed off away from the oven as you turned down the heat and put on the mitts to get out the casserole dish. The cheese on top had said its goodbyes, having been burned very, very dark brown, but you refused to admit you had let it burn while being distracted by Eddie Munson—although it was the embarrassing truth. 

Your burned lasagna appeared like a metaphorical example of your state of mind.

Defeated, you laid the oven mitts aside, chuckling lightly, “It’s not that bad. Still eatable.” 

There was a genuine smile on Eddie’s face when you glanced sideways to look at him. “I’m sure it still tastes good,” he assured you, and somehow those words felt like a short-breath relief to you, as if his words were saying that nothing about this situation was embarrassing. 

“I can get you a plate—” 

The interrupting chaos outside the house door was audible enough to alarm you what was about to come. “Dustin’s here,” you instead continued to say, a tone too panic for own liking. There was no true reason to panic about, and still, you couldn’t help but think about how Dustin would react when he comes home and sees Eddie and you standing in the kitchen together, yet again. 

He took the hint, turning to the backdoor of the house. “I’ll better get going, but thanks for the offer.” he said. “I’ll see you around.” 

You heard the keys turn in the entrance door as Eddie walked out the backdoor, replying, “Yes. I mean, I guess I will.” 

Seconds later, Dustin’s cheerful voice filled the void Eddie left. 

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

You were miserable, down right, tragically, hopelessly miserable. At this point, it became pathetic to turn so many thoughts to something that wasn’t real. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as it was, if you gave in and admitted to yourself that there was a desire to spend more time with Eddie, an instant attraction from the day you saw him again. It was a lingering hunger that you had to still, but instead you ignored it until you felt like dying. 

You told yourself that it was for the better, there was no point in spending more time with Eddie Munson. Doing so would only end up turning into a dangerous threat to your heart and you didn’t need that, all you needed was time and an empty head to concentrate on your studies. Boyfriend, or much less, guys who robbed girls their senses, were pure distractions. 

Maybe you should’ve taken theatre as a side course in college, as you were clowning yourself with this act. With each day passing, with each time you saw Eddie bring Dustin home from school, with each laughter you heard from Dustin’s room, you soured in envy. 

Friday night was the breaking point. 

You laid on the couch in the living room, the book you were reading held up above your head, ready to drop on your face any second. Dustin had his friends over, all huddled up in his room, shutting you out by every chance. Apparently, they were discussing something ‘serious’ that was ‘none of your business’. You, on the other hand, tried to drown your head in the heavy lecture that was Dune by Frank Herbert, wishing that the complexity of the science fiction novel would numb any other thought.

That try rather failed, but at least the rainstorm outside was soothing. 

“I will ask her,” you heard Dustin’s voice from upstairs. “No, don’t!” another voice argued. 

You closed the book, putting it on the couch table as Dustin came into the living room. “Hey Y/N, do you mind driving Max and Lucas home? They can’t go on their bikes in this weather.” 

Max had followed him behind, so did Lucas. “You don’t have to, Y/N.” Max immediately said, her eyes looking sad as her gaze met the one of Lucas’. Oh no, young heartbreak was bittersweet and obvious.

“No, I’ll drive you. Your parents would kill me if I let you out on your bikes.” you replied, getting up from the couch. You could see the heaviness in Max’s face. You were sure she might curse you in her head as right now, she would probably rather drive through the storming rain instead of spending any moment longer near Lucas. However, none of the two argued with you and silently put on their shoes. 

You threw on a sweater before you grabbed the car keys and turned to Dustin’s friends. “Ready?” you questioned, getting a nod as answer, so you opened up the door and yelled, “Ok, let’s run!” 

Your laziness was your luck to escape the rain as you rarely ever locked your car when you were home. A remote car key would be the dream, but your car was far too old for that. Lucas got right in the backseat, while Max stopped in her tracks and purposely choose the passenger seat. Each of you was almost drenched to their bones, hair’s sticking to your wet faces. 

“Definitely not riding the bikes,” you mumbled, starting the car. 

Neither Max, nor Lucas spoke a word, neither to each other, nor to you. The only thing playing was your Tears For Fear tape, to which you tapped along to on the steering wheel. The Sinclair’s house wasn’t all too far from yours. Relief washed over everyone as you came to a stop in front of the house, Lucas tapping your shoulders from behind. “Thanks Y/N, see you.” 

“You’re welcome, bye Lucas.” 

The door flew open, closing just as quick, as he dashed off to safety underneath the covered house entrance. Max, beside you, loosened up. Crazy how time sometimes ran. Last time you were home, you had had the feeling that something was going on between Lucas and Max. The way they looked at each other and subconsciously trying to touch each other by the slightest bit at any chance said a lot. None of that was there anymore, they rather behaved as if they were ice and fire, unable to touch. 

“Sorry,” you said, not sure what for, before saying, “I don’t know where you live, Max. Can you direct me?” 

“Yes, of course,” she said, wrapped in other thoughts. 

The rain fell onto on the car roof, against every window, as Max quietly directed you to the outskirts of Hawkins. It tingled in your fingers to say something to her, like a big sister would do, even if you weren’t hers. You knew she lost her older brother last year, and maybe she didn’t want to hear any advice, but your mouth opened sooner than you could stop yourself. “Whatever it is, give it time. Time for it to better, to change, to heal. You know… time will tell.”

You felt her gaze on you, turning for a brief moment to meet it. Maybe it was the wrong thing to say, to say anything at all.

“Thank you.” she breathed, her mouth twitching to the tiniest smile, and pointed to a trailer at the beginning of the Forest Hills trailer park. “I live right there.”

You stopped the car right in front of it. “There you go,” you said. As the storm drew lightening in the sky, you turned to Max, half joking, “You better run.”

A chuckle escaped her mouth, and it calmed your mind that she and her little heart would survive the night. “Thanks for bringing me home.”

“Anytime.” You watched Max open up the passenger door and running, just like Lucas did, with fast steps to the trailer. You waited until her mother opened up the door and she escaped into the warmth of their home, before you were about to drive off to return home yourself. And just in that moment, it struck you. 

On the porch right opposite to the Mayfield’s trailer, he stood, watching the rain plastered down the ground. Your hand on the gearshift held in, feet stayed on the brake. Eddie blew the last smoke of his cigarette, before throwing the end away onto the wet grass. Hands pushed into the pockets, he held in, too. 

For once in the last few days, you didn’t think—at all. You pulled the handbrake, turned off the car and out you were, sprinting the few meters through the rain until you reached the covered porch to eyes-widened Eddie. “What are you doing here?” he asked, in disbelief. His eyes wandered from your stringy, wet hair that was sticking to your face, down to where your now completely drenched clothes were clenching to your body. 

You could feel your heart hammering against your ribcage in confused excitement. Every inch of your body that he eyed so closely felt hot. “Hi,” you said instead of answering his question, somehow grinning like an idiot. 

His concerned expression shifted to an equally idiotic grin. “Hi crazy,” he replied softly, looking down at you. “Let’s talk inside, ok? You need to get somewhere warm.”

He stepped forward and opened up the door of the trailer for you. There was no hesitation, unlike at the beginning of the week. Quickly, you rushed into the welcoming warmth, followed closely by him as he closed the door behind. Waterdrops fell from your clothes, making a mess on the floor of the open living room-kitchen area. 

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you mumbled, looking around in search of a dishtowel. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” 

At least, it was the truth, even if it was embarrassingly so. 

“Don’t be sorry,” Eddie said, truly, as his eyes flickered over your body. “How about I get you a towel to dry off, and maybe some dry clothes, too. You’re soaked to your bones, Jesus Christ, Y/N.” 

“Y/N is just fine.” 

He sighed, closing his eyes for a second while trying to keep himself contained, but the incoming, quiet chuckle was hard to suppress. So, he rather turned his back on you and walked down the trailer to the other room, where you suspected his room was. “Dad jokes, really? That’s your level of jokes?” 

You shrugged, calling out, “Some say it’s charming.” 

“I didn’t say it wasn’t.” he called back as you followed him into the room. 

Eddie, who had just grabbed a towel from the stack of fresh ones, whipped around, bumping straight into you. “You’ve followed me.” he, for whatever reason, stated.

The towel in his hands was the only thing, besides your clothes, that kept your bodies separated right now. “I’m sorry,” you hushed, feeling stuck in place. “I didn’t mean to—” 

“Stop apologizing all the time.” he interrupted you. Either of you ignored the way how close you were standing, neither were doing anything to change that. 

“Sorry—” 

“Y/N,” 

Hearing your name out of his mouth made your head snap upwards. “It’s a bad habit, I’m—nope, I am not sorry. Oh my, this is awful. Just forget what I’ve said. I just feel bad for leaving water puddles all over your home!” 

Eddie’s mouth quirked slowly into a smile as he tugged the towel in his hands forward against your body. “Here, dry yourself off. I’ll get some clean clothes of mine if that’s fine.” 

You nodded with a smile and accepted the towel, starting off to pat-dry your hair, as he turned back around to his closet, rummaging through the piles of shirts. As you tried to dry off most of your clothes, your curiosity let your eyes wander through Eddie’s room, and it somehow made you frown, yet smile. His personality was written all over the small-spaced room. Posters of his musical heroes hung on almost every free surface of the walls, multiple amps for his guitars stood in the crowded corners alongside various tapes laying around everywhere you looked. 

It was rare to see Eddie in a surrounding where he truly fit in, and although he had always managed to make every surrounding his mighty ground, this room was where he shined. Right here, he appeared like the guy you knew—confident, kind, impossible to overlook.

“I’ve got no clue if these will fit, but here’s a sweatshirt and some joggers.” 

In his hands was a bundle of rather messy folded, dark clothes. They may did not fit, but it didn’t matter, they were warm und although they were fresh, the clothes smelled like him already. You exchanged the towel for the clothes, his hands meeting yours for a brief moment, gliding over each other’s. 

“I’ll let you change,” he mumbled, already moving on his way to leave the room for you alone. 

“No,” it escaped your mouth quicker than your brain could think about the aftermath. Eddie stopped in his tracks, not saying a word, and instead nodded. “Just close the door and turn around.” 

As told, he turned his back to you and pushed the door shut, as you pulled the wet sweater over your head, leaving you in the skimpy shirt you wore underneath, and grabbed Eddie’s dry one to put on before you stripped off the rest of your wet clothes. You watched him standing straight as a candle in front of you, back still turned on you, as the sound of your jeans zipper tore the silence. The movement of his hands—how he balled them together to fists and immediately releasing them again—caught your eye.

What was the cause of it? The fact that you just showed up at his home, being an annoying guest that he didn’t invite, or the fact that maybe either of you wished that he would or could turn around right now? 

Pushing any of those thoughts away, you pulled your legs through Eddie’s joggers. They didn’t fit properly, just as he had suspected, but it still worked out. It was definitely better than the drenched clothes that would have surely sooner or later given you a nasty cold. “You can turn back around,” you told him, folding your own clothes together. 

“No, stop, give them to me. I can hang them in the bathroom to dry.” 

The corners of your mouth twitched upwards. “Thanks Eddie.”

There was something in the way he looked at you when you said his name. It wasn’t startlement. No, for that, his eyes glistered too much, his mouth was the tiniest bit ajar, proving his speechlessness. He huffed, glancing down to your clothes in his hands. 

“What’s wrong?”

As he looked back up, he said, “That’s the first time I’ve heard you say my name.” 

Your first instinct was to further ask what he meant by that, but then it hit you. He was right, it really had been the first time you said his name—his own name, not his last name or one of the stupid nicknames he was given in high school. 

“I’m sorry. I should’ve used it much sooner.” 

His eyes had a sad, yet unworried haze to them. “Don’t worry about it. You can say it from now on.” He instead told you as he opened up the door of his room to hang up your clothes in the bathroom next door. Coming back into the room, he added, “And besides, what did I tell you about apologizing so much?”

“You know, it is a bad habit of mine, but sometimes, I feel like I have to.” 

The frown on his face made him look older, and the unworried haze was replaced by confusion written all over him. “Why, why’d you ever feel like that?”

Shrugging, you wrapped your hands around yourself. You didn’t mean to say it like it was a big deal because it wasn’t, at least not for others. But the way Eddie asked questions proved how much he was listening to you, something people rarely ever did. It made you not wanting to lie to him. He deserved nothing but the truth, although it felt scary to stand opposite to Eddie, someone you never truly had much contact with, and talk about why your world felt miserable and confusing, sometimes. 

“Because I was one of those people who just ran with the crowd. People started calling you stupid nicknames, casting you as an outsider, and I just did the same as everyone else. I called you those names too. For God’s sake, I did not even once call you by your own name until today, and I am sorry for that. You didn’t deserve being called those shitty names, you didn’t deserve any treatment you’d received, but I was too sucked up in the popular high school bubble to do better than that.” 

You pressed your lips together, heart’s heavy in your chest. “I don’t like the fact that I didn’t do better back then, and I feel ashamed, now, to have the audacity to stand here and interrupt your night when I don’t even know if you’d like to talk to me.” 

“I do like talking to you,” he said, calmly, which made you just now noticed how wary your own voice had become. “Or you know, otherwise I would have probably let you drown in the storm.”

You let out a small-sounding chuckle that sounded much more like a sobbing snort. “Stop making jokes about this.”

Eddie grinned as he let himself fall onto his bed before he propped himself up on his elbows to meet your gaze. “Why not?” he asked, but you struggled to answer when your attention was drawn to someplace else. His shirt had ridden up, revealing a short, tamed trail of hairs going up to his belly button. Heat shot in your cheeks, eventually through your entire body, in embarrassment of the incoming inappropriate thoughts that caused your brain to riot. 

You turned your gaze away. “Because it isn’t funny. I meant it. I am sorry for what I’ve called you and how I’ve treated to you along the others. It wasn’t okay, and I don’t feel good not having at least once apologized for that.” 

Realizing the seriousness of your words, he pushed himself more upwards, sitting in front of you on the bed. His curly dark hair fell into his face, framing the soft curves of it. “I appreciate your apology, but you’ve got nothing to feel bad about. Yeah, most people from our year were absolut shitheads who enjoyed taking the piss out of me, but I let them. Why bother to correct people who don’t care?“ he said, the tone of his voice dropping. “You were never one of the those people. In my eyes, you were one of the only considerable people I’ve encountered.“

You frowned, standing awkwardly in the middle of his room, mumbling, “We’ve rarely ever talked. How can you think of me as considerable?“ 

“I’ve seen you with other people. How you cared about them.“ 

His words lured a smile onto your lips. You recked your chin in a playful, arrogant manner. “Makes it sound like you’ve paid more attention to me than I thought.“ 

“I probably did.“ he admitted, without hesitation, causing your breath hitch in suspension. You brought your eyes to his, gaze sweeping over the tenderness of his face. Your heartbeat was run its own race. “I was pretty damn in love with you for, like, an eternity. Until you left.“ 

And there the race stopped. Your heart, the tiresome racer, collapsed on its knees as it begged for the sweet, sweet release it had longed for days. The spark that his words ignited in it made your heart believe that he was looking for that release too, perhaps just for an eternity longer than you did. 

Your legs were the first limbs that reacted until your entire body followed and the surroundings faded into a surreal time lapse feeling. The emptiness you felt was gone the minute you placed your legs on either side as you straddled his hips. Your arms looping around his neck, as if you’d done it a million times before. His hands sliding carefully, with wariness, on the sides of your waist, as if he was checking first if this was real until he hooked his arms fully around you, pulling you flush against his chest. A place where you suddenly felt like you belonged.

The racer was on its feet again, breathless, but ready to run the very last mile between your mouth and his—just to win it all, to free itself from all the torture. 

You leaned forward, slowly, because no matter how confidently you walked up on him, this was where it got truly scary. He had been in love with you. It ran through your mind over and over again. You would never be able to forget this. This would drive you insane til the end of your days. “Can I kiss you, please?“ he whispered, his voice darker as it rasps against your lips. 

There was no way of return.

“Please,“ you begged him, and it was a wish he would fulfill for you on any God given day. His soft lips bumped against yours, gentle and careful at first, before the storm hit you both. It robbed your every breath, making you gasp into the kiss as you longed for more. Your fingers ran through his thick hair, his arms pulled you even further against him until there was no space between you left. Eddie kissed you hard, everything began to blur. You wanted nothing more than this. 

He had been in love with you. 

Eddie nipped on your lower lip, dragging it slightly open before slipping his tongue into your mouth, his warmth envelops yours. Your heart ached bittersweetly as you felt his wet lips kissing their way along your jaw, near your pulse, sucking on the soft flesh of your neck. Recking your chin upwards, you stretched your neck, inviting him to invade any space you could give him—addicted to his firm touch. You’d been starved for too long, you craved any second longer of his touch. 

You let out a breathless whimper, moaning fully as he bit gently into your skin. His warm palms found their way to your hips, guiding you to grind against him, both of you aching for some sort of release. 

You’d stumbled around campus, looking for a bigger reason to exist, deprived of motivation and longing, until you had laid your eyes on Eddie Munson again. And in his kiss, you somehow found the answer you were looking for. 

“Eddie,“ you mumbled, voice catching in the back of your throat. 

He pulled back, eyes sparkling darkly as your gaze met. One hand cupped your check gently, the other holding you firmly flushed against him, not daring to let go of you. “Yes, doll?“ he hummed. 

You smiled at the nickname he had given you, knowing you would regret your next words. “I have to go back,“ you breathed, brushing the few strands of hair that fell into in his view aside. You could admire him for hours, you were sure. “I drove Lucas and Max home. I don’t want Dustin to worry that something happened to me.��� 

His chest heaved as the hand on your cheek trailed down your body. “As much as I like your brother, right now, he’s ruining my dream high school moment.“ 

Raising a brow, you nudge his upper arm. “Your dream high school moment?“ 

Eddie leaned forward, humming, “Hmm, dreamed of this all my life.“ 

“Never had taken you for a romantic,“ you hummed back against his lips, ready to steal another kiss. 

“I’ll prove to you how romantic I can be, if you let me.“ 

You found yourself nodding, repeatedly, feeling warmth bundling up in your stomach as you saw him smiling brightly before granting your wish and kissing you again. 

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Hectic fiddling with the keys, you opened up the front door of your family’s house to escape the still on-going rainstorm, brushing the hoodie from your head. Your heart hadn’t fully recovered yet as a voice snapped you back into reality. 

“There you are! Where the hell have you been, Y/N? I was ready to call Steve to look for you.“ 

You glanced into the worried face of your younger brother who looked so much alike your father in his very moment of care. His expression, however, shifted to a frown, head turning more upwards as he inspected the clothes you were wearing—oh, shit. 

“Are those Eddie’s clothes?!“ 

I hope you enjoyed reading this!! As always, I would love to hear your thoughts if you have any. <3

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[babyrunsforfanfic]

Cheerleader, OVER | e.m.

summary: the scene where chrissy cunningham goes to eddie munson’s trailer and almost gets… yknow’d, until you show up and save the day

eddie munson x cheerleader fem!reader

warnings/tags: it’s the vecna scene you guys you all know it so just prepare, angst?, yeah angst, the reader and chrissy are childhood bffls / ‘platonic with a capital p’ soulmates, reader and jason get into a fight, buckingham if you squint not even very hard, fluff too i think?, allusions to chrissy’s ed — it’s over quick i swear, eddie is immediately infatuated and flirty with the reader to be honest

wc: 2265ish

•••

“found it!” eddie thumped the small plastic bag against his free hand, grinning as he walked out of his bedroom. “peaceful bliss just moments away.”

eddie internally chuckled at his own joke as he came into his living room, but froze at the sight in front of him. if he was being honest with himself, he already couldn’t believe that the chrissy cunningham, had asked him for drugs. i mean, it was hawkins- and by all accounts, chrissy was the perfect representation of what the town stood for.

but eddie could close his eyes and remember a small grinning girl from middle school who was nothing but kind; so really, who was he to judge?

“chrissy?” eddie kept his voice soft as he watched as chrissy’s eyes fluttered. “hey! wake up!” eddie snapped his fingers in front of chrissy’s face, a frown painted on his face. “i don’t like this-”

he really didn’t fucking like it when she started to fucking levitate.

•••

you thumped your thumbs against the steering wheel of your car, sun visor down even though it was pitch black outside. you couldn’t help but eye yourself in the little mirror on the visor, a thin cut across your lip. you tongued at it, giggling to yourself as you shook your head- before you turned into the trailer park.

you hadn’t fully believed your friend chrissy when she’d called for you at the school, and asked you to pick her up from eddie munson’s house. she’d been off lately, though you had honestly had just chalked it up to being off due to her boyfriend, jaspn carver. specifically, the jason carver you had just left detention because of- and the reason for the cut on your lip.

walking in on him making out with some girl had definitely not been a surprise- but him grabbing you by the collar of your cheerleading sweatshirt definitely had been. however, honestly, after the things you had experienced the past few years? it was something you welcomed with open fucking arms.

you’d spat in face, called him a couple of names, and he’d accepted it… until you informed dear ol’ jason you were one thousand percent telling chrissy; and you’d be right next to her when she dumped his ass. he had backhanded you then, his class ring catching your lip, and you’d spat a mouthful of blood into his face… just as the gym coach walked in.

he’d given all three of you detention immediately, though you knew he hadn’t necessarily wanted to give you it. he had let you go to the nurse’s office first for a bag of ice and some disinfectant wipes, and your “detention” had been sitting quietly while jason got his ass handed to him and had to run drills up and down the gymnasium.

you grinned to yourself as you pulled into eddie munson’s driveway, parking your car next to his van, though you made no move to actually turn it off. you pressed on the horn a couple of times, giggling as you and chrissy’s favorite song in the entire world came on your car’s radio.

“i come home in the morning light-” ♪

you sang quietly along, but paused when the lights inside of the munson’s trailer flickered. you weren’t a stranger to flickering, and while you hadn’t had anymore… experiences, the sense of dread in your stomach immediately nauseated you. the lights flickered again, and you didn’t hesitate to practically launch yourself from your car- looping to the trunk, and pulling out your cheer bag. while the lights continued to flicker, you could hear eddie munson inside screaming, pleading for chrissy to wake up.

and that just would not fucking do.

you’d given too much already, you’d seen the crazy shit in hawkins more than once; and you refused to let it take one of the last things you had. it could take as much as it wanted from you.

but it would not take chrissy cunningham.

not if you had any fucking thing to say about it.

“but girls, they want to have fun-” ♪

cyndi lauper’s voice accompanied your hurried walk up eddie’s steps, a crowbar tight in your grasp of you right hand, as your cb radio was held in your left. you didn’t bother to knock, ramming your shoulder against eddie’s door- successfully causing it to open without having to turn the knob.

you’d learned that trick from max when she had moved into the trailer park and forgotten her key.

“chris-” your friend’s name died on your lips as you met the wild eyes of eddie munson first, before your eyes darted to the back of chrissy. while facing away from you would’ve been normal, her levitating several feet off the air was really fucking not. “munson, what the fuck?”

“she just started doing that!” eddie loudly hissed, and you nodded as you tossed your cb to him- before you rounded to face chrissy.

“chrissy wake the fuck up!” you hissed, trying your hardest to ignore the way the whites of her eyes fluttered in your direction. “i swear to god christina eloise cunningham i will kill you if you fucking leave me, you hear me?”

“when the working day is done-” ♪

chrissy’s eyes fluttered rapidly as the music continued to play, and you shot a glance to eddie. chrissy had stopped floating, and while you couldn’t see the blue you knew of her eyes- her head was unmistakably inclined toward you.

“keep talking to her!” eddie lowly ordered, and you nodded- immediately tossing your crowbar toward him.

“don’t let that fucking song stop, munson.”

•••

chrissy cunningham flinched away from the creature in front of her, swallowing back bile at the incessant smell of rotting food. flies buzzed near her as the creature chuckled lowly, his eyes almost slits as he extended a clawed hand.

“it’s time for your suffering to end-” the creature purred, and chrissy sobbed as it raked one of it’s clawed fingers almost gently against chrissy’s throat. “it won’t hurt-”

“CHRISTINA ELOISE CUNNINGHAM-”

you. that was your voice, accompanied by cyndi lauper. chrissy swallowed again, looking past the creature’s shoulder as a blue tinged portal seemed to open up. she could see you, in eddie munson’s living room, looking up at her with a crowbar in your hand.

you were blurry, but it was unmistakably you.

“she can’t save you, no one can.” the creature hissed, voice distorted. “she hates you, chrissy-”

chrissy clenched her eyes shut.

memories flashed before her eyes as she listened to you call her name over and over, with cyndi lauper’s ‘girls just wanna have fun’ playing in the background.

you and chrissy as little kids, promising to always be the best of friends.

you and chrissy as tweens, you with braces and her with a perm; giggling over boys in a magazine together.

you and chrissy just last year, cackling as you darted around the starcourt mall together- both with ice cream cones in your hands.

you, just a couple months ago- cradling chrissy as she leaned over a toilet in the hawkins high girl’s bathroom, the taste of bile in her mouth.

you, a couple months ago— promising that you still loved her when she talked about how pretty a girl from band was.

you, telling her that her mom was wrong. that chrissy was enough, more than enough.

you, packing food for her for after cheer practice.

you, with scars that you couldn’t fully explain.

you, with hands that shook and a shorter fuse.

you, with a crowbar in your trunk and a cb radio you never touched— but always had on you.

you. you. you. you. you.

all things in chrissy’s life were entwined with you, you her soulmate. you, a girl who never judged her, not once (except for that crush she had on tammy thompson you would never let that go).

chrissy swallowed when she felt the creature drag a claw against the gold necklace she wore; a tiny dainty chain that had your initial on it.

you wore one that matched it; with a tiny ‘c’ that hung in the hollow of your throat.

whoever, whatever this creature was- chrissy knew one thing for certain.

he, it… it was so fucking wrong about you.

chrissy opened her eyes.

•••

eddie watched as chrissy fell.

you caught her immediately, slamming onto your knees in a move eddie could only tie to cheer- and then you had the strawberry-blonde girl cradled to you.

you both haphazardly tipped to the side, and you stopped the both of you from cracking your skulls against the carpet. the lights stopped flickering, and it was silent as chrissy sobbed against you.

eddie couldn’t help but watch for a moment, before he stepped out- quickly walking to your car. he turned it off, grabbing the tape- and was quick to come back in, jamming it back into the radio that was propped near the television.

you were watching him with calculating eyes, chrissy still cradled against you. you’d tugged her ponytail out in the mere moments eddie had been out, and he watched as you ran your fingers through her hair in a practiced movement.

he didn’t even flinch when chrissy gagged up bile onto his carpet.

“chrissy… what happened?” your voice was soft, a coaxing thing really- and eddie watched as chrissy sat up off of you, coming to lean against the bottom of the couch so she could face you and eddie both.

chrissy’s hands trembled as she used the heel of her palm to wipe at her nose, head shaking slowly from side to side.

“you won’t believe me if i tell you.” chrissy’s voice was shot to hell, and eddie watched as chrissy swallowed sharply.

you shook your head, and eddie felt something roll in his chest at the look that flashed in your eyes as your mouth opened.

“try me, cunningham.”

•••

you listened as chrissy spoke of the creature, and you tried to ignore the tremble that started in your hands.

you listened as chrissy spoke of how everything around chrissy changed.

the rotting food.

photos of you and her; with you burned out.

the man, the creature, the thing.

of how all of a sudden- she’d seen and heard you.

you and cyndi lauper.

how she’d bit the thing in the hand and it dropped her, and she’d just fucking bolted.

eddie had excused himself at one point, coming back with apple slices and water, as well as shirts for both you and chrissy to change into.

you weren’t fully sure what the ‘hellfire club’ was exactly, but you’d seen the party and even eddie himself wear them on several occasions.

you both took it easily.

after eating several apple slices and huddling all together, you swallowed several times before you cleared your throat.

“if i tell you both about this… i’m violating not just signed ndas but also several pink promises.” your voice was soft, and you kept your eyes on your hands. your hands were scarred, and you tried to remember back to just three years ago when they were as smooth as could be. “but if you want to know-”

“tell us.” eddie’s voice was sharp, and chrissy made a soft noise from next to you when you flinched.

“you’ve been protecting me from this for three years… haven’t you?” chrissy asked softly, and you didn’t look at her when you nodded slowly. eddie let out a noise that sounded closer to that of a wounded animal than a human, and you kept your eyes set on the palms of your hands. “the mall?”

“yeah.” you nodded, swallowing slightly.

“before that? when you were in the hospital after the byers boy was found?” chrissy questioned, and you barely dipped your chin in a nod. “more?”

you folded in on yourself, pulling your knees up to your chest- resting your chin on your knees as you wiggled your fingers toward eddie. his hand went to the crowbar first, and you let out a wet sounding giggle as you shook your head. when he touched your cb you nodded, and once it was in your hand- you let out a soft trembling sigh.

“i’ll tell you guys everything, but i have to make a call first.” you murmured, and you leaned into chrissy when the strawberry-blonde girl threw her arm around your shoulders. you sunk into her side, and pressed a couple buttons on the radio.

“make the call then, skirts.” eddie teased, and you felt your cheeks flush with heat as he tapped his foot against your white ked sneaker.

you were fucked. the radio crackled in your hand as it was turned on, and you fiddled with finding the station- before you held the button down and spoke.

“party— this is cheerleader, over.” you spoke loudly, and you watched as eddie’s brow furrowed slightly. chrissy made a noise from her spot next to you, but you didn’t look at her as you spoke again. “party this is cheerleader-”

“babysitter and birdie, go ahead.”

“bard and ranger, go ahead.”

“journalist, go ahead.”

“zoomer, go ahead.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at the overlapping voices, and especially due to the way eddie’s brow was furrowed. chrissy was giggling against your shoulder, and you licked your lips as you held the button down- before you spoke again.

“cheerleader has a code red, over.” you, chrissy, and eddie waited in silence for a few moments, and you swallowed nervously.

after a moment of silence, the radio burst to life.

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Made for Each Other | eddie munson

>>gif credit to @/rpvisualosities<<

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | she/her/afab (he/him/amab ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | smut/nsfw, mutual perversion, peeping, mild degradation

word count | 1,804

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | can u maybe do an eddie munson smut where the reader catches him masturbating to a polaroid of her and then the reader fucks him 👉👈

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You sighed as you checked your watch, the time read 9:17. The day had been surprisingly slow so you decided to hang out with your best friend, but found his company had barely changed that fact. You’d burned through two movies with him and were going to start a third when he suddenly realized something and bolted out of the room. 

That was a few minutes ago and now you were waiting for his return, sprawled out on his bed. You yawned and laid your head against the pillow. Nothing happened until finally, you heard the bedroom door open. You lifted your torso and leaned on your elbows, raising your eyebrows at him. A bright flash caused you to blink rapidly and groan.

“Dude, what the hell?” You asked, sitting up fully and rubbing your eyes. You could hear Eddie laugh before feeling the bed shift as he sat next to you.

“Ain’t she a beaut?” He asks. You stop rubbing your eyes and look at what’s in his hand. It’s a Polaroid picture of yourself. Your shirt is slightly lifted and your pajama bottoms are slightly misplaced, revealing a small bit of your hip area. Your eyelids are slightly drooped, making you look sleepy and even somewhat sultry.

“When did you get a Polaroid?” You asked.

“I found it at the thrift store just outside of town. I seriously couldn’t believe my luck. It was a little busted right here, see, but nothing some duct tape couldn’t fix.” He raved, showing you all parts of the camera. You smiled fondly.

“That’s awesome Eddie.” You say, handing him the picture. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before looking back up at you.

“You don’t want to keep this?” He asks. You shake your head.

“Nah, what purpose do I have for a picture of myself?”

“Wouldn’t I have even less of a purpose for a picture of you?” He asks with a laugh. You shrug and smile.

“I don’t know. Use it to remember me or if you miss me.” You say with a snicker.

“That’s the corniest shit I’ve ever heard,” Eddie replied. You laughed before standing up from the bed.

“I should probably go home now Eddie. It’s getting late and we have school tomorrow.” You say, grabbing your car keys from his nightstand. 

“Already?” He asks a twinge of sadness in his voice. You smile.

“I’ll be back, probably sooner than you even realize. Thanks for letting me hang and keep you company though.” You said. He nodded and stood from the bed, walking you toward his front door.

You said bye and locked up his door, hopping in your car and starting it up. Your house wasn’t too far from the trailer park, which you were thankful for. It made your visits to his place that much more convenient. You whistled to the song on the radio, mindlessly tapping your steering wheel while focusing on the road.

As you pulled up to a crossroad to take a right turn, you realized how cold you were. You always kept your windows rolled down when you drove but it was much chillier than usual. You were about to turn when it dawned on you that you left your jacket at Eddie’s house. No wonder I’m freezing, you think to yourself as you pop a quick U-turn and backtrack to the trailer park.

It doesn’t take long since you didn’t get very far. In a matter of six minutes, you’re putting your car back in park in Eddie’s driveway. You toss your keys in your jean pocket, knocking on his door. There’s no answer, and you can’t help but assume he’d fallen asleep. Normally, you wouldn’t intrude, but the freezing Indiana temperatures urged you to use the spare key he’d gifted you years ago. Just for emergencies, he told you, and if you stayed out there any longer without a protective layer you’d freeze your tits off, which was as close to an emergency as you could damn near get.

You opened the door and shut it quietly behind you, not wanting to wake him up. You quickly scanned the living room, searching for your jacket. It was nowhere to be found but you didn’t fret, you probably just left it in Eddie’s room. You walked toward his bedroom door, seconds away from pushing it open when you heard a noise.

Not just any noise, though. A very distinct type of noise that caused your feet to stay planted on the floor and your stomach to meet them there. It was a moan. A moan that no doubt belonged to your best friend. Your heart began to thump louder than it ever has but you tried to drown it out, listening for another noise to prove you weren’t going crazy. 

And there it was again. A whiny, high-pitched moan that sent tingles down your spine and blood rushing to your crotch. You clasped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to regulate your breathing, scared you’d make a noise and alert him that you were here. Which you should’ve done, you knew that. You knew how wrong it was to listen to someone get off, but you couldn’t move your feet.

And to make matters worse, your eyes found themselves drawn to the crack in the door. You weren’t just listening now, you were full-on peeping on your best friend jacking off, and God was it making you wet.

The sliver in the door was small but if you angled yourself just right you could see enough. His right hand rapidly moved up and down his shaft while his left held a picture that looked almost familiar. Further up you could see his shirt lifted and his left hand holding a piece of clothing to his nose, which he was no doubt sniffing with fervor. The item of clothing was also familiar. It almost looked like…

“(Y/n)~” Eddie whined breathlessly, and the air around you seemed to turn cold. That couldn’t have possibly been…

“Fuck- (Y/n)…” He moaned again, and you were sure of it this time. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, moaning your name. That wasn’t the only thing he was doing. As he continued to furiously pump his shaft with his fist you realized why everything looked so familiar. He was holding the Polaroid he took of you earlier and sniffing your jacket. Eddie was masturbating to the thought of you.

“God p-please I need you~” He moaned, panting heavily. You got so warm in the face and so fuzzy in the brain that you acted without thinking. You pushed the bedroom door open and walked in, causing him to yelp and throw everything off of him. He scrambled to pull a blanket over himself to salvage a shred of his modesty but you’d already seen too much.

“Don’t stop on my account sweetheart. In fact, let me help you~” You say, popping the button of your jeans. His face turns bright red, staring at you in utter disbelief.

“(Y-Y/n) I can explain-“

“Explain what? That you were jacking off to a picture of me? Mmm, what did you imagine we were doing Eddie?” You asked, pulling the blanket off as you licked your lips. 

“I-I wasn’t-“

“Come on Eddie~ You can tell me. If you ask nicely, I might even do it to you~” You whisper in his ear, gently placing your hand around his already twitching cock. He gasps and whimpers, covering his mouth to stop the needy noises from spilling out.

“You were so loud before, what happened to ‘I need you’?” You asked, moving your hand up and down his shaft. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lowered his hands, babbling for a second as he presumably tried to find the right words.

“I was i-imagining you- ah- riding me into- hng- oblivion.” He gasped out, balling his hands into the sheets. You smirked, pulling your hand away and watching him practically chase your touch.

“That can be arranged.” You reply, pulling your pants and panties off all the way. He watched with wide eyes as your soaked pussy was revealed, dripping with arousal and making his mouth water. He watched you bend and spit on his cock, gasping at the sudden cold sensation. You rubbed it down the shaft, expertly lubing him up in seconds and causing him to turn to putty once again.

Once you were finished prepping him, you positioned your entrance over his hard cock, teasing by gently prodding it. He whined, staring at you with pleading eyes. You decided to take mercy on him and finally sink down, groaning as he filled you up. He bit his lip harshly and squeezed his eyes shut, overcome with the pleasure of being inside you.

“Look at you, you filthy little pervert. Getting fucked by the girl you were jacking off to.” You practically growled at him, an irregular dominance clouding your mind. He moaned and covered his face, too embarrassed to look you in the eyes.

“Maybe we’re made for each other though.” You say somewhat fondly as you pick up your pace. He moans, face still covered, but he manages to get out two words of inquiry.

“W-We are?” He asks meekly. You laugh almost sadistically as you rest your hands on his stomach.

“We are… wanna know why?” You ask, slowing your hips just the slightest bit to grab his focus.

“Why?” He asks breathlessly.

“Because I’m a pervert too Eddie. I watched you jack off to me. I liked watching you jack off to me.” You say, giving him no time to process what you’ve said before starting to bounce vigorously on him again. This practically sends him over the edge, whimpering and begging to cum as you intensely rode him like never before. He grabs your hips and begins moaning frantically

“Fuck fuck fuck I’m- agghn!” He gasps for air and digs his nails into your skin, body shaking as spurts of cum shoot from the head of his cock and nestles deep inside your pussy. The sounds he’s making and the feeling of him releasing inside you proves to be too much as your hips sputter and you let out a loud moan, shaking as your own orgasm so intense takes over your body and leaves you trembling.

You gasp in an attempt to regain your breath, Eddie still latched onto you like his life depends on it. You chuckle and let your body weight fall onto him, electing to clean yourselves up later. You do however decide to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek at the moment, and you’re glad you do when you see his flushed face fondly smile.

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[cicimunson]

Dollhouse

So this fic may be confusing to follow, my brain is always all over the place and my ideas don’t always make sense, but I’m going to try my best to explain. So basically, you’re Max’s older sister. Billy is still alive, and is a complete ass in this story. You don’t live in the trailer park. Your family is kind of…snooty? Well, your parents are, when they’re actually in town. You also have a little sister, Sarah, who is four. In this story, Chrissy doesn’t exist. You’re Jason’s girlfriend, but you’re not Chrissy, if that makes sense. I’m not sure if I’m going to incorporate any of the season 4 drama into this story, or if this is more like an AU where none of that happens. I hope that doesn’t confuse anyone, let me know if I need to clarify more or if you have any questions!  Also, you’re 18 and Eddie is 20 in this story.

Characters: Reader as Y/N Mayfield, Max Mayfield, Eddie Munson, Jason Carver, OC Sarah Mayfield. (There will be more added to this list.)

Pairings: ReaderxJason/ ReaderxEddie

Warnings: Drug use, physical and verbal abuse. (More will be added)

Word Count: 2k

Part 2 3 4 5 6 7

You never meant to fall for Eddie Munson. You never saw it coming. Honestly, no one did. It became a Hawkins High scandal, especially when you two got caught doing what you were doing in the woods…you know what, let’s start at the beginning.

“As long as you’re into band, or science, or parties.”

You turn to see Eddie Munson standing on a cafeteria table, yelling loudly. He points to where you and the other athletes are sitting.

“Or a game where you toss BALLS INTO LAUNDRY BASKETS!”

Your boyfriend shoots to his feet. “You want something, freak?”

Eddie grins wickedly and makes a guttural noise, sticking out his tongue and making devil horns behind his ears. You fight the urge to laugh.

Jason balls up his fists.

Damn it. Not today.

You stand as well, sliding an arm around his waist. “Jason, baby, don’t you know you’re not supposed to feed the animals?” You tease, kissing his cheek.

His jaw twitches but his hands relax. “I can’t stand that freak.” He mutters.

“Come on, finish your sandwich before we have to get to class. Don’t waste your time with that mess.” You tug him back to the table. He sits back down and resumes his conversation with his teammates, seemingly calm for now.

You pick at your food, barely listening to what your friends are talking about. The party last weekend, the team they’re playing tonight, none of it strikes you as interesting. You just smile and nod when you’re supposed to.

No one notices that your head is another place, or if they do, no one cares enough to mention it. Jason doesn’t even pick up on it.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when you feel someone staring at you. You glance around at your friends, but none of them are looking your way.

You can tell someone is watching you. You look from table to table, your gaze coming to a stop at the “freaks” section.

Eddie Munson is staring at you. He almost looks…concerned?

Can he tell I’m not myself? Can he sense it somehow?

He raises an eyebrow and you look away from him, but find your eyes drifting back towards his table.

He’s not bad-looking, you know. He’s got that whole grungy thing going on, but his hair is clean and his smile is…he’s smiling at me.

The corners of your lips tug upward and you find yourself smiling back at him. He winks, and you feel your cheeks flush.

“Babe? You okay?” Jason slings an arm around your shoulders.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired. I was up late practicing the routine for tonight.”

He kisses your temple. “You’re gonna be amazing. You always are.”

You nod and peck his lips. “I’m gonna run to the lady’s room before class, okay? Save me a seat.”

You dump your food into the trash and set your tray on the counter, heading for the hall. You can’t resist looking back over your shoulder. Eddie is still watching you, his eyes meeting yours once more. He glances down and smiles to himself, then looks back up at you and winks again.

To your surprise and his too, you wink back and even wiggle your fingers in a friendly wave before leaving the room.

__________

You stay late after school to go over the routine with your cheer mates a few more times before heading home. You’re barely in the door before your step-brother grabs your arm and pushes you into the wall.

“You’re fucking late.”

“I told you I had practice. The game is tonight.” You wince but don’t dare try to pull out of his grasp.

“And I told you that I wasn’t going to watch the kid all night. The little bitch got into my stash.”

Oh my God, no.

“Is she okay? Where is she?” You try to push past him. “Billy, where the fuck is she?”

“Watch your mouth when you speak to me. She’s asleep.”

“Did she put anything in her mouth? Did she take something? Let me go check on her, please.”

“She didn’t. She spilled my weed everywhere. A whole half ounce on the goddamn carpet.”

“She’s just a kid, she didn’t mean to.” You will yourself not to cry out as he squeezes your arm tighter.

“I don’t give two fucks, Y/N. She’s your responsibility. Her mistakes are your mistakes. That means-” He jerks you toward him and you stumble. “That means you owe me. And I want an entire ounce to make up for my troubles.”

“I have no idea where to get drugs, Billy.”

That’s not entirely true. You had friends that had bought weed off Eddie. You never joined in or tagged along when they made their transactions, but you knew from word-of-mouth that he had a steady supply.

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something. I want it and I want it tonight.”

“The game is tonight, Billy. The championship game. I can’t miss it.”

“Like I said, you’ll figure it out.” He finally releases his grip on your arm. “Take the brat with you. And when Max gets home, she can go too. I need some peace and quiet.”

You nod and he saunters down the hall, slamming his bedroom door. You hurriedly peek into your sister’s room. She’s curled up in the middle of the bed, sucking her thumb.

I bet he yelled at her when she spilled his weed. Fucking asshole.

You sit in the kitchen and try to study, waiting for Max to come home. A half hour later, she comes barging through the front door.

“Shh. Billy is trying to sleep.”

“It’s five in the afternoon.” She rolls her eyes.

“You and Sarah are coming to the game with me tonight, okay? He needs a break.”

“From sitting on his ass?” She retorts, grabbing orange juice out of the fridge and taking a long swig from the carton.

“Glass, Maxine, please. And please don’t argue.”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine. But I hate basketball.”

You giggle. “You and me both.”

__________

After the game, you’re walking through the parking lot with your friends, Jason and his teammates, and your sisters. You see Eddie’s van sitting at the edge of the lot. He’s standing outside of it, smoking and talking to some of his friends.

This is my chance.

“Jason, can you drop the girls off at home?”

He frowns. “You aren’t coming with?”

“I need to run back inside and grab some stuff from my locker. Don’t worry, I’ll meet you with you at the party.”

“We can wait on you.” Max offers and you give her a pointed look, signaling for her to shut up.

“It’s fine, I’m gonna talk to my friend Erica, too. She cheers for the other team. Sarah is exhausted, she shouldn’t have to wait.”

Almost on cue, Sarah yawns. Bless this child.

Jason kisses you. “You’re not trying to get out of the party, right?”

I wish.

You shake your head. “No, of course not. I’m excited about it.”

He kisses you again and helps your sisters into his car. “Don’t be late.”

“I won’t.” You promise. You turn and act like you’re heading back into the school. Once Jason’s car is out of sight, you double back and make a beeline for Eddie’s van.

He looks bewildered when you approach him, his friends even more so.

“Hi.” is all you come up with.

He snorts. “Uh, you lost?”

“No, I, uh, that is…can we speak privately?”

“Oooh.” one of the boys taunts and you shoot him a death stare.

“Guys, great campaign tonight. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He waves a hand dismissively.

Once they’re out of earshot, you turn back to him.

“Sorry to interrupt your conversation. I just don’t need anyone to hear this.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You good?”

“I need weed.” You blurt.

He stares at you for a minute, then chuckles and leans against the side of his van.

“You didn’t have to clear them out for that. They know I deal, and they know not to say anything.”

“Yeah, well, the less people that know my personal business, the better.”

“I’m just saying, they wouldn’t have said anything.”

“Right. Anyways, how much for an ounce?”

“An ounce? That’s an awful lot of weed. What’s it for?”

“There’s a party tonight.” You lie easily. “‘My turn to buy.”

He shakes his head. “First off, hardly any of your friends smoke. The ones that do have already bought from me this week. Secondly, there’s no way in hell that your boyfriend, Mr. Popular, would let you buy drugs for a party. In fact, if he even sees us talking, my ass is literal grass.”

Fuck, he’s smarter than I thought.

“Does it really matter what I need it for? You’re selling, I’m buying. Do you have to know all the details?”

“Absolutely, I do.” He says solemnly. “You could be a cop.”

Oh, he’s got jokes.

“You’ve known me since middle school, Munson. I’m definitely not a cop.”

“Okay, so maybe you’re a plant. Working for the fuzz.”

“Do you even hear yourself talk? I think the weed has made you paranoid.”

He grins. “Maybe. Still, my conscience is telling me that this is a bad idea.”

“Tell your conscience to mind it’s own fucking business.”

His eyes widen. “Oh wow, she uses foul language. I’m speechless.”

“Look, I’d love to stand around and banter back and forth all night, but unfortunately, I have other plans. So, can you sell to me or not?”

He cocks his head to the side and studies your face for what seems like forever. You’re about to give up and walk away when he sighs. “I don’t have an ounce on me. I can sell you half an ounce tonight, meet you tomorrow with the other half.”

“No, no, I need it all tonight.”

“You’re not going to smoke a half ounce before tomorrow morning, trust me.”

“I don’t do drugs.” You snap, offended. “It’s not for me.”

His eyes narrow. “And I don’t deal to people that are buying for other people. Tell whatever friend of yours you’re trying to score for that they can come to me directly.” He turns to leave.

You grab his arm before you even realize you’ve done it. “Eddie, please. I know you don’t know me and you certainly don’t owe me any favors, but I can’t go home without that ounce. Please.”

He looks down at where your hand is gripping his jacket. You follow his gaze, letting go of him instantly.

“Sorry.” You mumble. “I’m just…I’m desperate.”

His eyes bore into yours. They’re so dark and intense it makes you shiver. It’s like he can see right through you, and he knows something is wrong.

He sighs again. “Look, I really don’t have that much with me. If you absolutely have to have it tonight, you’ll have to ride with me to my place. I have more there.”

“Go to…go to your place? Like, your house?”

“We can’t all afford houses, Y/N. I live in the trailer park.”

Great, now I sound snobby.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant-”

“Relax. I didn’t take offense.”

He opens the passenger door. “So, you in or out?”

You hesitate. You think about Billy waiting at home, and what he’ll do if you don’t come back with what you owe him. He’ll be furious and you’ll have to deal with his screaming, his banging on the walls, his fists-

“I’m in.”

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Favorite movie

Robin Buckley x female reader

Tw: mentions of homophobia, not proofread, using of y/n

„You will never know, if she maybe likes you, if you never ask her to hang out“ she hears Steve‘s voice from the back. Her eyes rolling at the statement from her best friend. „It’s not that easy, Harrington, just imagine, we hang out. I make a move, she is straight and then I will be known as the disgusting lesbian all over the city“

She was right, and he knew, but if he has to hear Robin talk about her crush on this girl for much longer, he will freak out. „Robin, you know I am not the smartest person, but she so has a thing for you, even a blind person could see“

Again, he was right. Y/n has been openly flirting with her, everytime she came to pick out a new movie. Last time she was at Family video, he almost vomited because of the way she looked at his colleague. All the flirting going right over her head.

Robin was about to make another snarky comment but was interrupted by the front door opening. The unfamiliar face walking in with a big smile. „Talking of the devil“ Steve murmured after seeing y/n entering the store, turning back around leaving the register to leave them both behind.

„Hey Robin“ her beautiful, red coated lips spoke and Robin swore, her heart started beating even faster. She looked as gorgeous as ever, wearing a long, flowy skirt, plastered with flowers. „Hey y/n“ Robin stammered after a silence that was way to long and awkward in her opinion.

Her lips curled into a smile, hearing Robins flustered words from the place she was standing. She would never admit to anyone, too scared of being judged, but she probably had the biggest crush on the girl, working at family video.

„Can I help you with anything?“ Robin asked coming out from behind the register to stand next to the other girl. It had been a slow day, only having two other customers besides her crush. „You know, I was wondering, what is your favorite movie?“ the question came as a surprise. Robin has been asked this question by many customers before her, but somehow hearing those words out of her mouth, it felt different, special. Like she really cared about her opinion on movies.

„That is a Good question, it actually is“ her words were stopped after feeling y/n‘s hand reach for hers. Visibly flustered she looked down at the girls hand, her red painted nails wrapping around her wrist. „Why don‘t you just show me, which one it is?“

Still overwhelmed by the touch of her crush, she slowly made her way into the direction of her favorite tape. Her hand never leaving her wrist while she followed the cute girl. „This is it“ handing her the movie, whilst looking at her face for a reaction.

Scanning the cover, her lips curled up into a beautiful smile. „Great, I’ll take this“ she said handing the tape back to Robin. They both made their way to the register, to get the movie checked out. „Here you go“ Robin said putting the movie back into her perfectly manicured hands. „Tell me how you liked it when you watched it, I am very excited to hear about your opinion“

„Maybe, we could watch this movie together“ y/n said in a small voice, taking all of her courage to ask this question. Almost missing the small whisper, Robins eyes went wide. „Yes, yes I would love to“ she blurted out a little too loud. A smile making its way on both of their lips, „how about you come over to mine tonight“ she added, hoping not to weird her out. Nodding her head yes, Robin slowly took a pen and started to write her address on her delicate arm. Both of them sharing another smile. „Can’t wait“

Still not able to believe what just happened, she just stood there, watching the girl leaving the store hurriedly. „Told you“ Steve came creeping up behind her, scaring her whilst doing so. Robin only being able to smile, having nothing to add to that.

A few hours later, Robin was already wating patiently for the girl to arrive at her house. She had prepared popcorn, got all the drinks she thought that y/n would like and laid blankets out on her couch. Glady her parents had been out for the night so, she didn’t have to worry about them.

The ring of the doorbell took her out of her thoughts, she wasted no time running to the front door. And there she stood, her long hair bunched up into a bun on top of her head, wearing an oversized sweater and some gray sweatpants, her smile bigger than ever.

They got in and wasted no time getting to watch the movie. Robin could tell, y/n really liked the movie she picked out, the both of them discussing the things that happened and sharing some laughs at the funny scenes. As the movie took its end, both of them were sitting super close to each other, not wanting the evening to end.

„How about we watch another movie, I still have a horror movie I picked up weeks ago“ the short haired girl suggested. Y/n really wasn’t a big fan of scary movies, but she could never turn down the pretty girls suggestion.

The movie started and y/n felt herself getting super anxious, unknowingly starting to scoot even closer to the other girl. Robin on the other hand couldn’t pay attention to the movie as she felt her get closer to her. „Do you want me to turn it off?“ she asked calmly.

Shaking her head, not wanting to disappoint her, straightening herself up again. „It’s fine, don’t worry about me“ y/n let out with a shaky breath. Robin could tell she was scared, so she scooted closer to the frightened girl. This was it, she would risk it all, she thought.

Taking all of her courage, she took her arm and put it around the other girls shoulder. Y/n froze, thinking that she fucked it up, Robin was ready to pull her arm back, but suddenly, she could feel the girl leaning into her side, getting comfortable against her body. Too scared to say anything, Robin just enjoyed the closeness to her crush. A few moments later she could actually feel her falling asleep against her.

As the movie was over, Robin shook the girls body slightly to wake her up. Probably still in her dream state, y/n only wrapped her hands around the other girls body, making it impossible for Robin to make another move. Not wanting to bother the girl even more, she just decided to cuddle up against her and lay with her on the couch, that was actually way to small to fit both of them.

At that moment, Robin couldn’t care less about what was going to happen, when y/n was going to wake up, this was too good to be ended. Pushing away all of her negative thoughts, she fell asleep with the girl, she had such a big crush on, knowing, that it was probably not the last time, the both of them would end up sleeping with each other.

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you missed him.

you missed his smile. you wished you hadn't lashed out at him in the morning, he was just being concerned for you, he was being caring. the subject was just too touchy and you flamed up, you shouldn't have been so sensitive...

you hoped he knew that you were sorry.

he didn't even say anything, his eyes just got really sad, and he walked away. quiet as a ghost.

and now everywhere you looked you saw him.

you tried calling around but it seemed like nobody knew where he was. you had a feeling like he wouldn't want to speak to you even if you did manage to find him, his hurt face etched permanently into your mind.

this is why you hated words; once they were said they could never be unsaid, never be unheard, never be taken back.

when you heard the clicking sound of the front door unlocking you rushed downstairs barefoot, not caring about how cold the tiles felt underneath the soles of your feet.

"(y/n) i'm home-"

you wrapped your arms around him, trapping him in a tight embrace; never wanting to let go, never wanting to stop inhaling his familiar scent of iced vanilla lattes and woods during winter.

"i'm sorry." you said, your face still pressed against against his chest. he runs a hand through your hair.

"that's funny," he says with a sheepish smile, showing you the bouquet of roses that were in his other hand, "i was actually planning on saying the same thing."

you laugh. oh steve. you lash out at him and he's the one to buy you flowers and apologize.

he hands you the bouquet of roses and scoops you up bridal style.

"steve what are you doing?" you ask.

"carrying you up the stairs of course, you're barefoot right?" he asks.

and being the princely boy that he is, he carries you like a rescued princess and places you on top of your bed.

"only one thing missing now...be right back!" steve hollers before running back downstairs, "don't go anywhere!"

"don't worry," you holler back with a laugh, "i won't."

as you're swinging your feet, waiting for him to return, you can hear the clanging sounds of bowls and spoons. you smile. he was just too good for you sometimes.

he came back upstairs with two bowls of ice cream sundaes; one was vanilla with brownie chunks inside, drizzled with hot fudge sauce and chocolate chips, and the other one was vanilla filled with cookie bits and lots of chocolate drizzle. both of them had metal spoons stabbed into the scoops.

you knew immediately that the one with chocolate chips was for you. steve couldn't stand chocolate chips. "but chocolate is meant to be consumed in large unhealthy proportions!" he'd playfully argue with you.

accepting the bowl with bow your hands, you scooted over to make space for him to sit with you on the bed.

he did, plopping down next to you with his own bowl still in his hands. "so...now that i've manipulated you with ice cream..."

"you want me to talk about what you asked me about this morning." you said, clutching your bowl a little tighter.

"please don't get angry at me again-"

"no it's fine." you say with a smile, "i think i'm finally ready to talk..."

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