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lovebugism · 7 months

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hi bug! you are one of the best writers on here. I love your work! I was wondering if I could request eddie and shy!reader watching a scary movie? maybe it’s early on in their relationship and she’s afraid that he’ll think she’s a baby if she says no, even though she’s pretty freaked? I love their dynamic!

ty lovie! hope u like it!! — eddie (the local freak) loves you, horror movies, and halloween, in the order. you (the scaredy cat) just love eddie. (new relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort-ish, 1.7k)

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Orange lamplight illuminates the dark trailer. You squint at the brightness, still curled up on the couch and missing Eddie’s warmth. He’s too busy rifling through his collection of VHS tapes beneath the TV stand, searching for a scary movie within a sea of scary movies.

He’s giddy like a kid on Christmas despite having seen all of them a thousand times over. But, then again, the Halloween season tends to be like Christmas for metalhead freaks like the one you love so dearly.

“Okay, Texas Chainsaw Massacre or The Exorcist?” the boy offers when he rises again, chestnut curls as wild as the bright beam on his face. He stands in front of the small television where red names scroll against a black screen and holds both options in eager hands. “Which one do you wanna watch next?”

You shrink inside yourself at the sight of both tapes. On one, a screaming girl — on the other, a masked man with a weapon. Your organs writhe with a fear most irrational. It runs ice-cold through your veins.

You pull the woven blanket up to your chin and shrug, feigning a nonchalance despite your tightening chest. “Whichever one—”

“—And don’t say whichever one I want, alright? You always do that,” Eddie interjects, all boyishly harsh compared to how softly you had spoken. His playful grin hasn’t yet left him, though, and even in the dim lighting, his dark eyes still sparkle when they look at you.

You cower again, more visibly and with a different emotion this time.

The corner of your lip quirks with a poorly hidden smile as you peek at the boy from beneath your lashes. “I don’t mind, Eds. Seriously,” you assure, still quiet in your way.

He pouts like a child, features scrunching in a childlike disdain. “But we always do the stuff I wanna do! You never have an opinion on anything. It’s always just, like, ‘whatever you want, Eds’ or ‘I’m good with whatever, babe—’”

You laugh at his obviously poor imitation of you.

The bubbly sound makes his smile widen.

“—You don’t have to be so sweet all the time, you know? You can be a little mean to me. I won’t mind, I promise.”

It’s in his nature to make dumb, dirty jokes at arguably the worst times — especially with you, ‘cause he loves watching you get all flustered about it. But he thinks if you ever got the least bit assertive with him, he’d turn into a puddle at your feet.

“It’s because I don’t really care what we do,” you confess, warm with the blushy pink feeling he stirs in your chest. “I just like being with you, you know?”

Eddie’s stomach whirls. He’s too metal to let it turn him to mush.

“As cute as that is, you’re not sweet talkin’ your way outta this one, princess,” the boy retorts with a scrunched nose and twinkling eyes. “Pick.”

Too indecisive and too in love with the boy standing before you, you whine, “Eds…”

“Babe,” he grouses to match your pouty tone. His socked feet scuff against the carpet when he walks the short distance to you. “C’mon. You’re killin’ me here.”

A staring contest ensues, each of you stubborn and playfully serious with it.

It’s embarrassingly brief.

It’s hard for you to stare too long at Eddie before you get completely lost in him. You too quickly realize that he’s real — that he’s looking back at you and that he loves you — and you feel a bit like your feet have been pulled out from under you.

Stern, but still gentle, you cave. “Texas Chainsaw Massacre.”

Eddie beams when he gets his way.

“See? Was that so hard?” he teases quietly, bending at the waist to kiss you.

You tilt your chin to meet him halfway. It’s instinct at this point, like he’s got his own gravitational pull. His breath smells like warm nicotine and buttery popcorn as it fans against your chin.

He pulls back before you can reach him, though, and your fluttering eyes widen at the sudden refusal.

You find Eddie already squinting down at you.

“Are you just saying that ‘cause you know it’s my favorite?” he interrogates lowly.

“Maybe I like it because you like it,” you argue, too soft to be as serious as you seem. “Ever thought of that?”

“You’re too sweet for your own good, you know that, right?”

Your playfully taunting gaze gives way to a more genuine grin. “Now, I do.”

Eddie leans in to kiss you. For real this time. It’s a fleeting peck that leaves you grieving. His plush lips press pink against yours for one moment, and they’re gone the very next.

The couch dips beneath his weight when he plops down beside you. He coaxes your folded-up legs onto his lap with an urging hand on your knee.

“Okay, how about this,” he offers with rosy lips so suddenly kissable. “We go down to Family Video — bother Steve for, like, ten minutes — and you get whatever movies you want instead of the old shit we have here. My treat.”

Your chest warms. You’d follow Eddie blindly for the rest of your life if he let you. You’d do whatever he wanted and not think twice about any of it. It feels nice to know he’d do the same for you.

“Any movie?” you press, soft with a girlish giddiness you fight to keep hidden.

“Yeah,” the boy scoffs like it’s obvious. Then, in a vaguely posh accent, he assures, “What my lady wants, my lady shall get.”

You grow so suddenly sheepish, shrinking inside yourself like you always do when you’ve got something to say but lack the confidence to put it into words. It’s dumb to get nervous about it, and you know this, but you don’t want Eddie to think any differently of you — not for a moment, not even in the most innocent way.

“Does it have to be scary?” you wonder with a scrunched nose and a bashful gaze that doesn’t quite meet his.

Eddie falters for a moment. Not because it’s a big deal, but because he thought you liked horror films — that you both had that in common.

“Well— I mean— No. It’s just— It’s October, you know? So, I thought scary movies would be more appropriate. ’Tis the season or whatever.”

“I think I just need a break for a bit,” you confess with a wavering smile, picking tiny balls of cotton from the blanket with a fidgeting hand. “Especially after that last one… It was pretty scary…”

Eddie’s blood runs cold. Too clouded by the haze of puppy love, he thought you were having just as much fun as he was. He thought you were clutching his arm and digging your nose into his shoulder because you wanted to be close to him.

Because he’s an idiot.

Realizing that you’ve been scared out of your mind for the past several hours feels a little like a knife to the gut.

“I thought you liked scary movies…” Eddie quavers with pinched brows.

“I like them because you like them—”

“Babe!” he exclaims suddenly, as though offended by how much you love him.

“What?”

“That’s, like— That’s totally not cool!” he gapes in a boyish outrage. “That means I’ve been, like, fucking traumatizing you this whole time!”

You can’t help but giggle at his dramatics. You’d been scared, of course, but it hadn’t been all that extreme to you. “It’s okay, Eds. It’s not that serious—”

“Yes, it is!” he retorts firmly, with wide eyes and a stern nod. “If I knew you weren’t into them, I wouldn’t have forced you to—”

“You didn’t force me.”

“—To come over every weekend and watch them!”

“That’s why I didn’t wanna tell you, Eds,” you admit with a shy, halfway-forced giggle.

He goes quiet again. “…Why?”

“‘Cause I was scared you wouldn’t wanna hang out with me… I mean, what kinda girlfriend would I be if I was too much of a scaredy cat to watch stupid slasher films with my boyfriend?”

“Well, that’s just— that’s just not true. I just meant that we coulda been doing other stuff together,” Eddie affirms, gentle but in the overtly firm Munson way. A chuckle sputters from his lips as his palm squeezes your knee, warm and reassuring. “Stuff that wasn’t scaring the absolute shit outta you, preferably.”

You don’t know what to say, so you just laugh.

Eddie smiles back at you, mostly because it’s terribly hard not to, but he grows suddenly somber again.

“Seriously, babe,” he presses, leaning closer so you can’t duck away from his sparkling gaze. His chocolate eyes are dark enough to drown in. They flit between both of yours. “You gotta tell me shit like this, okay? You’re not gonna hurt my feelings— or, like, make me like you less or whatever. That’s pretty much impossible, I think.”

Your stomach does a backflip. It unleashes a thousand butterflies that flutter relentlessly against your ribcage. “Yeah?” you press softly and with a shy smile you try to keep hidden.

“Oh, totally,” he answers without thinking twice. “Our friends are idiots, but they’re right— I’m so fucking whipped for you, it’s not even funny.”

That joke was only halfway gratifying when it spilled from Steve or Dustin’s mouth. Hearing Eddie say it — with his nose mere inches away from your own and with his cigarette smoke and candied breath entwining with yours — it’s that times a thousand. A million, even.

“Well, maybe a little,” you tease quietly in return.

Eddie shrugs with a jutted-out lip. “Just a bit, I guess.”

He might as well be telling you I love you. It feels like he is, in his own special way.

“Are we still gonna go to Family Video?” you wonder aloud when the silence becomes too heavy to bear.

“Oh, yeah. You’re getting whatever the hell you want, alright? I’ll buy out the whole damn store if you want.”

He only has mere dollars to his name. You know this, too. But he says it with so much hubris that it feels just as real, anyway.

Beaming fully again, you joke. “Are we still gonna bother Steve while we’re there?”

“Yes,” Eddie answers with a single nod and a deadpan, like he’s offended you would even ask. “That answer’s always gonna be yes.”

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inkandpen22 · 2 years

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An Electric Connection (2/?)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Warnings: mild language, drugs, mentions of anxiety

Word Count: 2.0k

Part Summary: Y/N and Eddie meet in the woods and have a heart-to-heart neither of them were expecting

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As you sit and wait at the picnic table Eddie described, you listen to music on your walkman and work on some homework. You always try to get as much done before a game because the rest of your weekend is basically a wash with college applications and dance planning.

Out of nowhere, something slams onto the table out of your peripheral vision. You scream and nearly fall back off the bench.

Eddie settles down across from you, laughing his ass off.

"Munson!" You scold, removing your headset.

"Couldn't help myself," he holds his hands up in surrender through bits of laughter.

You stuff your walkman back into your purse with a huff.

"So, the Bangles got any interesting new stuff?" He teases as he sets down his metal case.

You glare at him bitterly. "Is that all you think I listen to?"

"Well, let's just say you don't exactly take me for a Black Sabbath-type girl," he grins.

"Come here." You wave for him to lean forward as you start your walkman again.

He hesitates, giving you a knowing look.

You scoff. "I don't bite."

"Well that's a shame," he remarks flirtatiously.

You roll his eyes and ignore his comment.

He presses on the table and leans forward so you can place the headset over his ears. You watch as his eyes grow wide and meet yours with the comprehension that it's music he actually listens to.

"No freaking way!" He sits back down with a jaw to the floor. "You listen to Mötley Crüe?"

"Don't tell Chance!" You state sternly. "He doesn't know and would totally flip."

Eddie peers at you truly impressed. As if he couldn't already be crazy about you enough. "So, you do have a little metal freak in you."

You giggle at his conclusion as you stuff your books and walkman into your purse.

"You ever heard of Quiet Riot?" He asks.

You bite down on your lip. "Maybe..." you answer timidly.

He slams his hands down on the table with a bright grin. "Bullshit!"

"So, I'm not as predictable as you thought?" You joke.

"The Cheerleading Preppy Prom Queen not fitting her mold? Yeah, didn't see it happening!" He argues. "Kinda goes against the rules of the universe."

You can't help but giggle. He can be so dramatic and more excentric than anyone you've ever met.

"Speaking of rules. There are some with this," he remarks as he brings his case in front of him and pops it open. "They're pretty obvious. No receipts and cash only. I'll give you half an ounce for twenty bucks."

He tosses a ziplock of weed between you so casually it's mind-boggling to you. All you can do is stare at the bag while you bite down on your lip anxiously. Your hands pull down the sleeves of your cheer sweater and bunch in your palms.

You don't notice but Eddie is watching and analyzing your reaction. Your little nervous habits he's noted since the moment he developed a crush on you... which was the day you met practically.

He shakes his head. "You don't have to worry," he assures you. "We're safe, no one ever comes out here."

You peer up from the bag to meet his uncharacteristically soft gaze.

"I promise," he mutters.

You nod slowly and try to swallow your nerves. "Will it... does it..." You struggle to find the right words.

"Is everything okay, Y/N?" He asks, growing more concerned.

"It's... I don't know I have a lot going on and..." You pause, searching your brain for a reasonable explanation, yet you can't find one other than to be honest. "Do you ever feel like you're sort of losing your mind?"

Eddie chuckles, his eyes scanning the table as he brings his arms to rest on it. "Basically on the daily..."

His reaction makes you laugh, genuinely and wholeheartedly laugh which you can't remember the last time you have. Only Eddie would admit that too. If you had told Chrissy, Jason, and even Chance, they would've all denied it or looked at you like you were crazy.

"If you don't want to do this just say the word and I'll go," Eddie states, moving to place the bag back in his container.

"No!" You blurt out and place your hand over his. "I... I don't want you to go," you mumble.

For a moment, you stay like his, your hand covering his and peering at one another. Eddie's are eyes full of concern and beneath your's a debilitating anxiety.

Eddie flips his hand over, allowing yours to rest in it gently. His thumb rubs the back of it comfortingly. It eases your nerves immensely like a security blanket or a rope tethering you to Earth.

"Look, if you're nervous to smoke alone and afraid of how you'll react, my uncle works nights. I know there's a game tonight but how about we meet up after? I can walk you through it," he offers.

Your immediate reaction is to accept and you even start to say it but then you remember the party. Chance would get suspicious if you didn't go. "I'm supposed to go to this thing..." you mumble.

"Oh, of course." Snapping back to reality, Eddie slips his hand from you. For a second, just a second, he forgot who you were. "I forgot, it's busy being the Queen of Hawkins High."

Again, he starts to collect the bag and close up his case to leave.

As you watch him do so, you come to the realization that spending a night with Eddie Munson smoking weed sounds more appealing than a drunken party. "You know what," you voice right as he rises from he spot. "I'll just tell everyone I have a family thing in the morning and can't go."

Eddie peers down at you wide-eyed. "You sure?"

"Positive," you express confidently and stand up. "Besides, I need this..." You sigh. "But we'll have to be discreet! If my friends or parents-"

"Don't worry, Princess." He grins. "Wouldn't want the rest of the world to know you're associating with the school freak, right? Not the best for your pure image."

"I-"

"It's okay, really," he assures you. "How about I pick you up by the loading dock at the back of the school? No one goes back there."

You nod slowly, doing your best to remember the information.

"You got a ride home?" He asks as you two head back toward the school.

"I..." You pause and conclude your mistake with a huff. "I guess I didn't think that far ahead.

"Don't worry about it. I'll drop you off," he suggests and glances over at you. "That is if you don't mind risking the chance of being seen in my van."

"Oh stop." You snicker and playfully nudge him on the arm, earning a laugh from him.

"Hey, uh, what other tapes you got in there anyway?" Eddie asks, pointing to your purse.

A smirk appears on your lips. He's going to regret he asked that.

In his van, you two go back and forth debating on what to listen to on the ride to your house. From an outsider's perspective, they would never be able to tell you've never hung out before. You argue like an old married couple all while laughing at the same time. A vastly different image than what was seen in the woods just minutes ago. You two can flip like a switch, from quiet and peaceful to chaotic and unpredictable.

"Just give it a chance!" You request, attempting again to put the tape into the stereo.

"No, no way!" Eddie blocks the slot with his palm as he drives. "You're not corrupting my car with...What even is that?" He questions, glancing down at the device in your hand.

"Fleetwood Mac, you'll like it!" You argue. "You're Mr. Guitar, right?"

"How'd you know I play?" He grins and side-eyes you as he tries to focus on the road.

"Your band, isn't it called Corroded Coffin," you state nonchalantly with a shrug.

"Yeah but..." Eddie pauses, then comprehends something with a gasp. "You remember that from middle school?" He asks enthusiastically.

"How could I forget?" You practically shout through your giggling. "You played the guitar."

"Still do, yep, still do." Eddie shakes his head in disbelief as a permanent smile has remained on his face since entering the van. "You should come see us. Uh, we play at The Hideout on Tuesdays. It's pretty cool," he stammers slightly. He can feel the warmth rise to his cheeks and hope you don't notice it. "We... We actually get a crowd of about five drunks."

You giggle and Eddie's smile grows. The warmth in his cheeks deepening.

"It's not exactly the Garden, but you gotta start somewhere, right?" He shrugs.

"That's wicked!" You compliment. "I could never play an instrument. I have basically no hand-eye coordination."

"Maybe I could teach you a few cords or something," he offers, glancing over at you as he stops at a light.

You smile, meeting his dark eyes. "I'd like that."

As Eddie stares into your eyes he can feel his tough rocker exterior fading every passing second. He would do anything, be anything for you, anything that makes you happy.

"Well, you're lucky flattery works with me." He complies and points to the stereo as the light changes. "One song!"

You squeal and slip the tape in. "Thank you! Thank you! You'll like it, promise."

Eddie peers over at your glowing expression while you skip tracks to your favorite. His heart hasn't stopped racing since he saw you sitting at the picnic table. This whole time together feels like a dream, something he imagined in one of your many classes together. For years, he's wanted to be with you, alone, doing anything you wanted. It didn't matter as long as he got to talk to you, be with you.

"See?" You remark, glancing over at him with a pleased look in your eye.

Eddie hadn't even been listening to the song. He was too enthralled with you. "Always surprising me, Princess."

"Gotta keep you on your toes," you joke, leaning back in your seat. "Like you are with me and your driving. You really do drive like a maniac!" You laugh as you buckle your seatbelt.

"I'm only a little quick." He symbolizes with his thumb and pointer finger.

You giggle and glance out your window as the many buildings zoom by in flashes. The lyrics of "Go Your Own Way" playing in the back of your subconscious.

The silence and obligation to focus on the road allows Eddie to actually listen to your music. The words are more relatable than he'd care to admit, especially to you. The willingness he is crippled with to give you everything he has plagues him even in his dreams. Yet, there are so many factors that keep you from him, your boyfriend, your social circles, but most importantly your complete unawareness of his feelings. In Eddie's ideal world, none of that high school crap would matter, Chance wouldn't exist and he would actually have the balls to tell you the truth.

He's completely and uncontrollably in love with you.

Sooner than you'd like, Eddie turns onto your road. You would've never guessed this morning that you'd end up in Eddie Munson's van listening to some of your favorite music and actually having a good time.

"So, which corner do you want me to drop you off on?" Eddie asks. "I'm assuming you don't want you parents to see you hopping out of a scary black van."

"They're not home. They're never home," you mumble the last part with a deep sigh. "I'm the blue one at the end."

Your words don't go unheard by Eddie. While you're peering out the passenger window with your smile faltering, he feels a sting in his chest. He wishes he had driven slower or waited a minute before scaring you in the woods, anything to make your time longer together. Seeing the smile, the smile that he put on your face, disappear pains him more than he'd like to admit.

Reluctantly, Eddie pulls into your driveway. He does his best to hide his gawking. Your house is three times the size of his trailer and your perfectly landscaped yard makes his look like a mud pit.

"Thank you for the ride." You grab your purse before hopping out of the car. "So, tonight?"

Eddie looks away from your house with a hum. "I'll be there."

You climb out and start toward your house. Almost every day when Chance drops you off you're reminded you're coming home to an empty house. From the outside, it looks so grand and welcoming. Yet, inside, most rooms remain untouched, dark, and above all quiet.

While your music plays, Eddie watches as you stroll up the sidewalk leading to your front door. Then, it hits him, your music is still in the stereo.

"Oh wait, shit!" He quickly tries to get the tape out. "Y/N!" He calls to you while he struggles. "Y/N!"

You stop and whip your head around. After setting your things down on the front steps, you jog back over to Eddie and stand outside his door.

"Your tape." He holds out the cassette to you between his fingers.

You urge it back to him. "Keep it. Give me your thoughts tonight," you suggest and start back to your house.

Eddie smirks, placing the tape back into his stereo to listen to on the way home.

"By the way!" You holler to him from the sidewalk. When your eyes meet, you smile. "I just... I just thought you should know I've never considered you a freak. The people who call you that are just too self-conscious to admit that you have better taste," you tell him with a wink.

Eddie chuckles, tapping his fingers on his wheel with a nod.

You spin on your heels and head up toward your house.

As Eddie drives down your road listening to your music the smile on his lips grows sore from being present the last hour, yet he can't find the means to care. He couldn't remove it if he tried. The best part of today and the major reason he continues to smile even though you're gone, he gets to see you again tonight.

"I'm so freaking screwed!" He laughs to himself nervously, well aware that there are only two options for tonight, either you break his heart or he falls in love with you more than he already is, if that's possible.

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artrealla · 21 days

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why'd you crack the door open man there was a sock on the door for a reason

#my art #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #steddie fanart #this image entered my brainstem n wouldnt leave hehe

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pufffinn · 2 years

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i am having. stranger things brainrot

#turning reblogs off cause of a few reasons #from the river to the sea palestine will be free 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸 fuck noah schnapp fuck zionists fuck the stranger things crew #stranger things #art #don’t repost #cursed images #id in alt text #bees art

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donttellunclesam · 1 month

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stevie & eddie s4

(close ups under the cut)

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #stevie harrington #stranger things 4 #dtus art #this has been a WIP since early FEBRUARY 😭#they consume me #image description tba #anyways i love them. jk called them stedsbians in the server and i absolutely adore that #look away from the mistakes AVERT YOUR EYES

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rainylana · 13 days

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Taste of an Image: Foggy Windows

“Eddie!”

“What! It’s funny! Plus, it’ll piss your dad off.” Eddie said, sweaty and naked with you on top of him, the leather seats of your vehicle sticking to his back.

“Eddie.”

“Oh, come on- hey, don’t erase it!”

#eddie munson #taste of an image #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x female reader smut #eddie munsons smut

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lapinelantern · 5 months

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They moved in together in 1990

#I wanted to give Steve a similar body type to me bc he’s literally just like me!!!#transmasc #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #lapine lantern #my art #trans steve harrington #body positive #body image #let my boy be happy #we love him a little bit more tummy #big hips Harrington #as a trans man with big hips i-

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toktopus-art · 1 year

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i’m still not over vampire!eddie

part 2

#stranger things fanart #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #open the images in a new tab if the text is too small

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aemiron-main · 2 years

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same image

#stranger things #byler #will byers #st shitposts #st images #will byers images

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musicalchaos07 · 2 months

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brb going feral from the implications

#HAVE YOU EVER SEEN SOMEONE HAUNT THE NARRATIVE LIKE BARB HOLLAND???#y'all see it right??? like I'm not reaching right?? like this feels so incredibly intentional #everyone pray for our final girl tbh because this is sooo #this outfit is going to be what nancy goes to the upside down in mark my words #they're insane for this #stranger things #st 5 #st parallels #nancy wheeler #barb holland #stranger things 5 #you know the stick figure guy bouncing off the walls image me rn

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imactuallyreallycool · 2 months

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SEASON 5 BYLER

(It’s Mike’s turn to be left on read irl 💀)

Colour palette inspo :)

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #byler fanart #byler brainrot #mike x will #will x mike #stranger things fanart #stranger things 5 #💖💖💖#🎨#fluff 🤝 angst #rolled up into one #image

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lovebugism · 1 year

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first time having sex with eddie pleasepleaseplease

bug's blurb sleepover (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)! 18+

The first time you and Eddie have sex, he gives you a paper ring.

It’s made of the delicate wrappings of a straw. He’d gotten it for his drink at the diner, ripped off the end of it, and blew it square in your face, then laughed when you tried to do the same to him.

You couldn’t get the trajectory quite right, though, and decided to count your losses.

When he retrieves the pieces of forlorn trash from your end of the table and twirls it around in his hand, you figure he’s just fiddling with it. That it’s some absentminded thing he’s doing because his mind is always so preoccupied with one thing or another. Then he reaches for your hand across the table and takes hold of your left hand.

Your fingertips are ice-cold, he finds, from where they’d been clutching the ribbed glass of your milkshake. He holds onto them anyway, and slips the twisted piece of paper onto your fourth finger. It’s tied at the top like a ribbon with a large knot at the center like a ring.

You don’t realize the sentiment in it at first. You think it’s some party trick, like tying a cherry stem with your tongue or making a paper crane out of a napkin.

Then Eddie smiles at you, a big, dumb, and sparkling grin — “Let Henderson try to make fun of us now, sweetheart. It’s finally official.”

Your eyes widen at the realization.

Eddie used to call you his wife as a joke. It started as a way to get free meals at fancy restaurants you couldn’t afford. Then he saw how it made you blush and he did it just to make you laugh. It became a habit he couldn’t break sometime thereafter. The rest of Hellfire teased him to no end about the whole thing.

But it’s official now, or so he says. And you know it’s not real, not entirely, but suddenly you’re sad that it isn’t.

Eddie steals your milkshake and lifts the lip of the glass to his mouth rather than use the straw. He smears whipped cream all over the tip of his nose and his cupid’s bow. You realize you can’t imagine spending your life with anyone else.

The thought doesn’t scare you as much as you thought it would. And you know that you’re just a couple of kids who don’t know a single damn thing about the world, but you know that yours would be so empty without Eddie in it.

You keep the ring on the rest of your lunch and flaunt it like it’s the real thing. It may not be made of metal with a too big diamond at the center, but the sentiment feels the same.

He takes you back to the trailer a little while later. Eddie makes sure to tell you how pretty you look sitting in the passenger seat of his van while he goes a world over the speed limit. You scold him for not paying attention and he blames you for distracting him.

Wayne’s truck is gone from the drive when you get to Forest Hills. It’s the first time you’ve had the trailer to yourselves and the realization sends a sick feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach — an elation, an apprehension, a shiver of anticipation.

And things weren’t tense exactly, nothing between you and Eddie was ever tense, but it was a foreign edge of a different kind. Things were unusually charged, like, sexually. It was just the thought of having the place to yourselves, of what couples usually did when they were alone. It left the both of you silently stewing over whether or not to take advantage of it all.

But you manage to keep things fairly innocent despite the distant, lingering libido that purrs like a roused sleeping dragon in the backs of your mind.

The post-lunch fatigue hits the both of you like a ton of bricks, and you peel off what little you’d put on for your short trip to the diner most innocently. In nothing but oversized t-shirts and less than sexy underwear, you crawl into his bed and slip off to sleep without thinking.

That, coincidentally, is when things bubbled over.

You wake first some hours later. The setting sun has started to coat Eddie’s bedroom in various shades of orange You rise only because of the way the boy shifts behind you, sliding his hips over your back and gripping your waist with his fingers only for them to go lax a moment or so later.

He tangles himself with you and it’s all perfectly normal. Eddie tends to shift in his sleep and the only way he can ever be content, it seems, is when he’s holding you like a teddy bear.

What isn’t normal, though, is the very apparent erection nudging at your lower back.

“Eds…” you murmur, voice still groggy and heavy with exhaustion despite your alarm.

The boy, still half asleep and unknowing of the brick in his pants, mumbles back a lazy “hm?”

He shifts again as he becomes more aware of his surroundings. It isn’t until his sensitive cock brushes against you that he notices how alarmingly hard he’d gotten in his sleep. He tenses, utterly mortified, before he feels you rock back against him.

It’s intentional this time, knowing, and it lessens his fear but certainly not his hunger.

You press yourself further into him and twist your neck to look over at him. With tired eyes and heavy mouths, he shifts over you and catches your lips in a kiss. It’s lazy and slow, simmering with a cozy warmth. It doesn’t take either of you very long to wake up.

He presses a hand to your shoulder and rolls you onto your back, propping himself on his elbows to rest his weight on top of you. In your adjustment, lies a five-second pause that manages to feel like a moment’s blink in time and an eternity all at once. It’s as blissful as it is terrifying, the moment just before the kiss, the feeling when you know it’s about to happen.

Your eyes dart between his darker ones in a silent question. Eddie answers it with a searing kiss.

His knuckles brush against your buzzing skin as he strips you from the top you wear. You lift your hips to remove your panties after, while he rises to remove his own shirt. He tugs it up and over his pale torso, spotted with patches of hair on his chest and belly and fading tattoos.

“This was bound to happen, huh?” he jokes with a grin.

You bite back your own wide smile that threatens to take over your mouth and watch with twinkling eyes as he maneuvers his boxers down his legs without standing up. His hard cock bounces to his stomach, grateful to have been released from its confines. It glows an angry red at the tip.

“Are you complaining?” you retort playfully as he leans back over you again — both of you fully naked, bare chest pressed to bare chest.

The ends of Eddie’s hair tickle your jaw as he shakes his head. “Hell, no I’m not complaining, sweetheart.”

Lust swallows the two of you whole and blankets the room in a heavy heat. It’s all tongue and teeth and scorching touches. You flip yourself over for him suddenly, pressing your face into his pillow, and leaving the rest of you perfectly on display for him.

Eddie is all too happy to admire the view as he takes you. His eyes remained locked on your ass, trained on the way you swallow his cock and how you meet his unpracticed thrusts with ease and diligence. His nervous hands are nearly numb where they clutch the dip of your waist.

You peek over your shoulder at him, a playful and eager glint in your eye. Your smile widens when one of his hands lifts to swat your outer thigh.

He was no stranger to this position — doggy style. In fact, the few girls he had fucked before you, he’d taken this way. But none of them were girlfriends. They were one-night stands from The Hideout or girls who used him to pass the time. He never minded how impersonal it felt before now. Because even with his cock nestled within you, closer than he could possibly be to you, the distance still feels like too much.

The breathless moans you exhale into the pillow cease when his hips still.

“Could you— Can you, uh… Can you roll over?” he stammers, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

As lame as he feels in his request, you comply without thinking.

You feel empty when he pulls out of you, warm again when he gets you on your back and looms over you again. You don’t mind when he presses his weight into you. Instead, you pull him somehow closer, catching him by his jaw to pull him into a devouring kiss that has him chasing you back into the pillows.

Your legs hook around his waist, keeping him locked into you though you writhe something fierce beneath him. Your hips roll with each of his unhurried thrusts, exhaling heavily against his mouth every time he presses into you.

“Eddie…” you breathe through lusted pants. “Please. I need… Need more.”

He doesn’t know why you’re begging. He’s never denied you of anything before. He doesn’t plan on starting now. Eddie wants to give you everything you want all the time — even when he doesn’t exactly know how to.

He ruts his hips harder than he had been before, with a pace far quicker than the relaxed thrusts he’d been given you. And it becomes obvious how greatly he’d undermined his strength when his pelvis presses into you and drives you up the bed. The crown of your head meets the wall with a dull thunk that echoes through the quiet, golden room.

Eddie stills immediately, blanching and gaping in fear.

“Ow,” you whine lowly, then laugh at yourself and him and the situation entire.

You let Eddie cradle the back of your head as his fingers dance through the strands of your hair, rubbing gently at the sore spot of your skull. “Not that much, Eds…”

It makes him feel like a fumbling virgin all over again.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, wincing for you. He presses a sheepish kiss to the tip of your nose, rubbing the buzzing skin of your waist with the hand not pillowing the crown of your head.

You’re healed instantaneously by all of the softness of touch.

“It’s okay,” you promise with a distant smile. “I asked for it.”

After your assurance (and then some), Eddie gets back into the swing of things. Distantly, he’s still terrified of hurting you again, but he gets so drunk on the praises that spill so effortlessly from your mouth to care.

Your honeyed words are entwined with moans of his name and fragile whimpers as you near your peak. It catapults Eddie to his own orgasm. When you come, you do it with your fingers wrapped in the umber strands of his wild hair. Your walls flutter and tighten around his cock and your hands tug at his curly strands, hard — it drags him down right along with you.

He tenses and stills against you, whining and whimpering with his eyes squeezed shut. He fights to keep himself from bucking too wildly against you while you milk him and moan his name like it’s some prayer. You drive him crazy without even trying, reduce him to a puddle of nothingness with ease.

He flops less than gracefully beside you all over again, pale chest heaving with uneven breaths and curls clinging to his sweating forehead. The two of you fight to catch your breath.

You’re not looking at him. Your eyes have long fluttered shut as you revel in the aftermath of your orgasm, feeling like you’re not all there. A lazy smile pulls at the corners of your mouth and you exhale sharply, stuttering breaths in the place of a laugh.

He can’t take his eyes off of you. You look ethereal and filthy, a heavenly being and a succubus from hell. He’s amazed by you, confounded at how an angel like you could wind up in his bed like this, somehow more in love with you than he had been just minutes before.

“I’m gonna marry you one day,” he promises out of the blue, voice heavy and far away from himself.

And Eddie so often speaks candidly. He’s honest to a fault, saying things he knows he probably shouldn’t — but that? That catches even him off guard.

But you don’t seem all that surprised by his words. They make you laugh, actually, eyes squinting and nose crinkling when you finally peek over at him.

Eddie’s still too far gone to laugh with you, but the corners of his lips quirky slightly.

“I thought we already were.”

You lift your left hand to remind him of the ring he’d tied to your finger just hours ago. The paper has slackened around the joint. The knot isn’t as tight as it had been before, hanging loosely at the knuckle. The edges are frayed and ripping in some places. But it’s still there.

And when it tears completely, he’ll make you another. And another. And another.

Until he can replace it with the real thing.

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