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ONE OF THE BOYS [PART 3]

-> While you pine hopelessly over your best friend, Eddie Munson. You hear the sentiment 'one of the boys' one too many times and you've decided to change that. All in the name of the one boy who won't even look at you, or so you think.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, slow burn, angst

-> warnings - strong language and suggestive themes [no smut]

-> a/n Oh, my god. When I tell y’all that everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. I stayed up all night writing and editing just to get it out today, so you don’t have to wait another week when I’m off from work again. Yesterday, I was going to surprise y’all with a back to back upload, but when my laptop died and all of my content got deleted, I needed a pause. Anyway, I hope you enjoy Part 3 of a series I didn’t know would become a series.

[Part 2] Part 3

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You decide to wake up at five because your eyes wouldn’t stay shut any longer. Ripping the blankets off your body, the cool air nips at your skin. You shove your toes into your slippers. Tripping over your tennis shoes, you rethink how close you are to your desk. Feeling around for the corner, you find the desk and you begin to aim yourself the other way. You yelp when your waist collides into the doorknob and you silently curse to yourself while trying desperately not to wake your family. Shuffling through the dark, you take mini steps to your bathroom.

Closing the door behind you, you flick on bathroom light. Squinting, your eyes adjust and the shock of the bright room dulls. You use the toilet first, before your bladder combusts. While washing your hands, you meet your own face in the mirror.

Mornings weren’t your best look. Your hair mats to one side because you’re a side sleeper. Sometimes when your sick you’ll lay on your back to keep your stomach from getting nauseous. Instead of drying your hands on a towel, you toss them back into your hair to mold and shape what’s on your head. Massaging your scalp, you forget your worries for a moment. You wash your hands of the hair that sticks to your hands, and then you dry them off.

You bounce back from the shower when you twist the hot water handle. Water splashes in your face anyway. Steam breathes into your bathroom and you almost feel suffocated by the hot air. That’s what wakes you up in the morning. You strip, then step inside allowing the beads of hot water to bake your skin. The soap you use is plain and boring. It moisturizes the layers of your skin without leaving a scent behind. You watch the bubbles drain below you.

Leaving the shower is harder to you then getting back in. Your day will begin as soon as you step out. Going to school feels like a chore. Your classes all have projects due by the end of the week or by the end of the month. Then there’s the obvious boy you are trying to avoid. Before you can imagine any lewd situations between yourself and him (and trust that you have plenty), you switch off the water to your shower.

You don’t like washing your face in hot water, so you wait until your dry and you have a towel wrapped around your body. The icy water pricks at your pores. You dry, and you apply a thick layer of moisturizer to your skin.

Finding yourself vulnerable in a towel, and thrown into darkness once again because you have forgotten your clothes in your bedroom, you shimmy across the hallway once again.

When you choose a lotion, you act as though you won’t pick the same option you have been for as long as you can remember. The label reads ‘Fruity.’ Simple enough. Throwing on an extra spritz of perfume to compliment the lotion. You like to spray perfume while you’re bare to ensure the smell sticks to you, rather than your clothes.

Wrapping yourself in your robe, you want to take a peak at the sky. Rain clouds form above. Gray all day. You happen to, also, see that Eddie’s trailer is dark. Wayne Munson’s truck is on, and he’s in the driver’s seat waiting for the engine to warm. He goes to work early, and he stays late. That’s how you got to spend so many days and nights at Eddie’s growing up.

You’d tell your mom that you were spending the night with your friend Robin, and she would cover for you in a heartbeat. She must have known what was going on before you did. Did that even count - if you didn’t know?

You shy away from the window.

Going through your closet, you find an acceptable pair of denim that’s right on your hips and loose at your ankles. The striped sweater you call your favorite will scratch at you skin all day, so you put on a plain shirt on underneath.

If the you from a few months ago, saw you sitting at your desk whipping out all of the tools and the sponges that it took to apply makeup to your skin, you’d shrivel in a corner and cry. You got used to the feeling of the brushes against your skin. The way your face feels with a bit of foundation. And the sticky feeling of mascara pressing on your eyes.

As you finish powdering your nose, your stomach growls. Your hungry.

The sun is beginning to wake, and you’re able to move through the home a bit smoother. You find yourself in the kitchen pawing through the refrigerator. No one has gone grocery shopping in a few weeks, so your options are limited.

You take the box of Honey Comb cereal off the top of the fridge. A bowl off the drying rack will do, and there’s even a spoon next to it. You pluck out your mom’s cigarettes that she “hides” inside the box. She doesn’t count them when she smokes, so you know that you can sneak one into your pocket for later.

After pouring yourself a bowl of cereal, and stealing your mom’s cigarettes, you grab the milk from the fridge. It’s heavy. When you open the milk the rancid sour odor spoils your appetite.

“Jesus!” You curse.

The expiration reads about a week ago. Gross.

You toss the milk.

Even though you’re completely grossed out, you shovel a few bites of dry cereal down your throat. Dipping your head under the sink for a drink of water, you slurp down the crumbs sticking to the sides of your mouth.

By the time you’ve brushed your teeth, your watch reads seven fifteen in the morning. If you head to school now, you’ll be there by seven thirty.

That’s exactly what you do.

The drive is quiet. Most of the town hasn’t woken yet for their day. Shops still have signs in their window that read ‘Closed.’

You’re allowed into the cafeteria with the other early birds once you get to school. Finding a group of girls you’re in home room with, they welcome you for a study session.

“You look so pretty,” Michelle gushes over your makeup.

You smile. “You too. I love your shirt.”

“I got it on sale,” she tells you the name of the store. “We should all go shopping on Saturday.”

“Girls day out!” Lisa snaps her fingers. “Count! Me! In!”

The three of you small chat for a bit, before you dive into your awaiting assignments. They’re there to help you. You reciprocate the action when they want advise.

The school bell rings.

You pack up, and you wave goodbye for now. But, you’ll see them again in just a few moments when you get to class.

Heading to your locker for the first time in months, you have to try the code twice. The third time’s the charm. You take the specimen in your locker between your index and your thumb. Finding the nearest trash can, you throw the moldy sandwich away. At least the smell hadn’t penetrated through the bag yet.

You’re just zipping up your backpack after ridding yourself of about a hundred pounds of unnecessary textbook weight when someone shouts at the end of the hall.

Petty squabbles between students, you’re usually able to ignore. However, as all the noise is headed in your direction, you hear your name in between cursed and yells. A catastrophic tornado blows your way. Your feet are firm to the ground in terror.

Roxie’s purple, and about to blow a blood vessel judging by the vein nearly popping out of her neck. Hot on her trail is petite Indie, who’s begging for Roxie to just listen to her.

“Hey, you!” Roxie jabs her finger in your face.

Indie tumbled over her own feet, “Roxie!”

You check over your shoulder in hopes that someone might be there. No one is there except a few onlookers she’s drawn in her tirade. Now, you’re thinking. Eddie couldn’t have spilt the beans this quickly. Could he?

“Oh, I’m coming for you, bitch,” she snarls.

You’re toast.

Roxie is larger than you in all retrospects, but she’s especially big in muscle. If she’s about to pummel you, then you’ll be knocked over and split in two like a pin and she’s the ball going a hundred miles an hour.

“Can’t we talk this out?” Indie asks through gasps of air.

You stare between them. Indie isn’t after you by the worried expression she holds. Still unsure exactly what Roxie’s prattling on about, you decide to wait before you interject.

“Is there something going on between you and Eddie?” Roxie demands.

See, you knew their relationship wasn’t casual! Still, you did nothing wrong. Yesterday, you didn’t even express to Eddie that you liked him in the first place. You wanted to drop the conversation, and he kept going. This is his fault. Why isn’t he about to get a fist to the face? Who’s to say he hasn’t already? Yikes.

Roxie sucks her tongue to her teeth.

“Uh-,” you’re still loading in the information, and you hesitate to answer right away. “N- no?”

“Is that a question?” Her hot breath hits your nose.

You bring your hands down to your sides because you can’t let her see you trembling like a leaf. If she smells fear, she’ll know she’s won. Her prey is hers for the taking.

You’re tired of this. “Eddie and I have nothing going on. We’re just- just friends.”

You have a hard time saying that, but not for the reasons that Roxie has in mind. You’re not even sure if Eddie wants to be your friend anymore.

“Okay,” she sticks her tongue into the flesh of her jaw, and then says. “How come last night he moaned your name instead of mine?”

Blood rushes to your ears. Your face is on fire, and you’re sure everyone can see so.

Onlookers jeer and whisper amongst themselves. Rumors are already beginning from mouth to mouth; and, hitting ear to ear.

You would also like to understand what she meant by “moaning your name.” Spare the details. Obviously, you knew what happened last night. You wipe the winner’s smirk off your face, before Roxie even notices.

“I don’t know,” you fold your arms across your chest. “Shouldn’t you ask him?”

Roxie squares her shoulders. She clenched her fists until her knuckles are white. Cursing a few more angry words your way, she’s a bull ready to charge. You might as well be wearing all red.

“What’s going on here?!”

Miss Brown sticks her nose into the hallway and notices the crowd of people. Before anyone can do anything rash, she pushes her way into the center of the chaos. With an ostentatious sort of sigh that suggests she’s better than all of you, she starts breaking up the fight.

“Off to class,” Miss Brown shoo’s them.

“Let’s go, Roxie,” Indie grits her teeth.

Roxie eyes you one more time. “Fine. I’ll be seeing you later.”

You gulp.

It’s time to play a new game around school: Hide from Roxie! Winners get the very rewarding prize of not getting their face beat in.

You dart from class to class all morning. A huge target sticks to your back with Roxie aiming for a bullseye. Meanwhile, Eddie is still no where to be found. He’s probably hiding under his sheets at home, full of shame when he mistook your name for hers.

That’s just fine by you. You still didn’t want to see him either. Or, maybe you did. First, to clear the air about you liking him. A little flimsy crush isn’t going to break a friendship, right? You’ll get over it in time. Secondly, you’re sure that him naming you is a big misunderstanding. He just got distracted or something.

After lunch was over, you planned to sneak through Mr Campbell’s empty classroom. He doesn’t have afternoon classes, and you can easily shoot through since there is a door on either side of the hallway.

“Over there!”

Roxie has the cheerleaders involved now. No doubt they want a piece of judge, jury and conviction too.

Colliding into something solid, you topple over onto the tile. You’re swept away in thought and you forget to watch where your going. Mr. Campbell has that skeleton on wheels that he’ll leave just about anywhere. But, you haven’t knocked over that stupid skeleton.

It’s Eddie.

“Oh, God,” you rub your backside.

Eddie gasps, “What are you doing?”

“What am I-,” you snap. “What the hell are you doing? Your girlfriend almost tackled me like linebacker!”

Eddie shushes you. “Do you want her to hear? She’s not my girlfriend. I told you it’s casual.”

“Casual?” You want to yell, but you also don’t want her to hear. The last thing you need is for Roxie to see you in the same room as Eddie. “Whatever you have is not casual.”

“I messed up, okay?” He rubs his temple. “Jesus!”

Your chin lifts at the familiar brrring of the school bell. Now, you’re skipping class. You’ll get another hour of detention no matter if you stay here or go to class.

“You’re hiding from her too?” You conclude.

Detention doesn’t matter to Eddie. He just wants to ensure you’re okay. Judging by the way you’re creeping through empty classrooms, you’re doing just about as good as he is.

"I'm not hiding," he jumps when someone's locker slams. "Okay, so maybe I am hiding."

"This is so humiliating," you cry.

Eddie apologizes, “I’m sorry-,”

“You’re sorry?”

You’re grateful that the light in the room is limited. Otherwise, you don’t know if you could have a conversation with him right now. Eddie has these eyes that you could simply drown in.

“It was an accident,” he claims. “You’re the one who said-,”

“I didn’t say anything,” you correct him. “You’re the one with the wild imagination.”

“Wild imagination?!”

“Maybe I do like Jeff, hm? Or- or maybe I’ve come to realize that Gareth is a great guy. Did you think of that?” You stand before him, while he scrunches down into a chair. “Eddie Munson you’re selfish - no, you’re self centered. All about Eddie- it’s Eddie’s world and we’re all just there like puppets on strings.”

“You done?”

“No!” You snap. “Yes.”

“How could you call me self-centered when you’ve been prancing around this place like the rest of the guys don’t exist? Everyone wants to know where you are all the time. Why would I know? Oh, because you’re supposed to be my best friend,” Eddie rubs his hands across his face. “God, when did things get so complicated?”

"When you started calling me one of the guys in middle school, and I just wanted whatever you wanted,” you admit out loud. “Why do you think I changed when Gareth mentioned Roxie? I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Eddie’s unreadable. Although dark, you can see his thoughts bubble and burst.

“It doesn’t matter,” you continue. “You don’t like me like that.”

“Who’s to say that?” Eddie’s voice comes out barely audible.

You shake your head. “Don’t pity me.”

Eddie kicks the stool from under him, “I’m not.”

“Eddie,” you pick at your nails. “What we have is a great friendship. I’m lucky that you’re in my life. I don’t want to risk messing that up. Are- are you okay with that? Are we okay?”

Eddie doesn’t want to leave the air so broken. While the words are spelled out in front of him, he can’t find a way to bring them out.

“We’re okay,” he says.

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Flicking a green bean on his plate with a fork, Eddie can’t be bothered to bring the food to his lips. Nothing passes his mouth. He watches the ice crystals on his steak defrost because he doesn’t want Uncle Wayne to worry that he’s messed up dinner, since this is the first one they’ve shared in a while. Wayne told his boss that he wanted to be home tonight for Eddie, and here he is.

“You’re not eating?” His uncle points out because Wayne has eaten half of his meal, and he worries that Eddie is appearing a bit gray and slender.

Eddie replies. “I ate a lot at school.”

“In the years that you’ve been under my roof, you haven’t stopped eating,” Wayne lowers his head to meet his nephew’s eye. “Try again.”

Eddie pushes the microwaved dinner aside. A low hum comes from the television, and he’s not even sure what’s on. Someone’s bobbing around like a baboon trying to make a woman smile. Yet another attempt from Wayne to make Eddie relive his childhood, he guesses.

“That girl your seeing isn’t pregnant is she?” Wayne presses when Eddie won’t talk. “Eddie Munson, I’ve told you to use a condom-,”

“No,” he cocks his head to rethink. “No, she’s not.”

Even if Roxie was pregnant, she’d get an abortion and make Eddie pay for it. Actually, he still owes her for the condoms.

Eddie wants to be done with women for a while. But, there is still this pinching on his ears that reminds him you’re still there. He’s actually wearing a pair of your studs that you forgot at his house one day. Since Eddie is prone to losing just about everything, he’s decided to wear them so they don’t get lost. No one even notices except for him. They hide behind his hair.

“Look,” Eddie wets his lips. “If I tell you, then you have to promise me you won’t do that weird ‘oooh’ thing you do. Got it?”

Wayne claps his hands together. Say no more. He’s solved the case! That little lady across the park has had her eye on him since the day Eddie moved in. Wayne really likes her. ‘Thinks she’s a great ball of sunshine that can keep Eddie under control. He’s been just waiting for Eddie to wake up and smell the coffee!

“Really?” Wayne excites.

Eddie exhales. “Don’t-,”

“Wait,” he lectures. “You’re not seeing both of them are you? Eddie Munson that is wrong, and I won’t tolerate that behavior. I taught you better.”

“No-,”

“Seriously, boy. Wear a condom. It’s not just for you, but her too you know?”

“Wayne-,”

“You can’t be spreading your butter on everyone’s toast.”

“Wayne!”

“I knew it,” he blabs on. “Ever since I caught you two brushing each other’s teeth. Oh, I saw this coming - I did!”

That incident happened once, and Wayne would never let Eddie live that down.

You smoke one joint.

After sitting in his room complaining of boredom, you tell Eddie you had never brushed someone else’s teeth before. He hadn’t either. You wanted to try. But, Eddie would only let you if the offer went both ways. Wayne burst in when you were scrubbing his tongue. You splattered toothpaste all over the mirror, while Eddie tried to keep you from squirming so he could scrub your teeth.

“You need to learn how to knock,” Eddie tries sailing with the conversation his old man is going on about.

Wayne challenges. “You know there’s no closed doors when you have girls over, Eddie.”

“Oh, my God.”

Reliving the memory, Eddie wants to make more with you. Cooking. You’ll cook. He’ll burn food. You’ll tell him he’s doing a wonderful job anyway because you’re too sweet to tell him to get out before he burns the house down. Eddie visions that you’ll teach him a better way to organize his clothes. You’ve already tried to show him how to fold, but Eddie only lasted a week doing your method before going back to shoving the clothes in whatever drawer is the least bit full. He’ll now admit that he only let you teach him because he wanted you close. He wants you close. Always.

It’s not just domestic stuff he sees. He wants to take you on a date. Many dates. He wants to take you out of Hawkins, even if it’s for just a day. He misses your laugh. Seeing you cry today broke him. Knowing that you’ve changed everything for him, and he didn’t notice. Because at the core of all the makeup and the hair, he guesses, that he just didn’t care. He loves all the extra, don’t get him wrong, but all he can see is you.

“What are you going to do, boy?” Wayne wonders.

Eddie replies in a question, “What if everything goes wrong? I- I can’t lose her, Wayne.”

“Son-,”

“What if I just turn out like him? Like my father?”

Eddie’s lip quivers, as he bites back the tears he’s been holding onto for years. Not a day goes by does he not miss his father, even if the years weren’t kind to him. His father is locked away somewhere in State, but he hasn’t visited. They’ll take one look at Eddie and they’ll try to lock him away too.

“That’s not you, Eddie,” Wayne opens his arms. “Come here.”

Eddie drops his head onto his uncle’s shoulder. Tears slide down his cheek and across his chin.

“Deep breaths,” he rubs his hand across Eddie’s back.

He doesn’t cry for long, and Wayne wipes his tears when he’s calmer. This isn’t a usual interaction between them, but neither of them care. Wayne takes away a stray eyelash from Eddie’s cheek.

“You like this girl?” Wayne says as a fact more than a question.

Eddie nods.

“You have to try,” he insists.

“Yeah, okay,” his nephew agrees.

Wayne and Eddie end their conversation there. Eddie eventually eats (after microwaving the food because he could have broken teeth on that steak), and the show that his uncle makes him watch isn’t half bad. Their night comes to a close when his uncle snores.

Mouth agape, head tipped over and his feet propped up, Wayne would be out for the night.

Eddie tucks his uncle’s toes beneath the blanket Wayne was hugging. Tip toeing his way into the kitchen, he puts both forks into the sink along with their drinking glasses. The TV dinners find home in the trash can. While Eddie left the television on to lull his uncle in his sleep, Eddie flicks off the living room and the kitchen lights. He sneaks off to his bedroom, the only bedroom in the trailer. Wayne gave up the space for Eddie to grow into.

Eddie finds that sleep won’t do.

You project onto his ceiling like a film about his life. There you are. Every new milestone. Eddie didn’t think about just how many times you were there for him. His birthdays come to mind, even the ones he didn’t want to be there for because he doesn’t always feel like he deserves to be celebrated. You’d sneak off to get him a beer when his uncle was distracted with all the other kids invited.

When you kept him from going outside, while Wayne drove up in his brand new van that was a gift for Eddie when he got his license. Wayne took on extra hours just for him. That might just have been the night his heart beat a little faster for you. Watching you perform songs in your living room in that ridiculous feather boa and sunglasses, Eddie’s drawn to laugh at the memory of you out of tune and off key. You didn’t care. The hair brush you swore was a microphone was just not working that night. You’re much better performer in the shower, you’d said.

Eddie sits up in bed, and he can see that your bedroom light is still on. Your curtains are drawn, but your silhouette dances about. Bouncing up and down will sometimes get rid of your last bit of energy, Eddie’s witnessed your routine first hand. Your wild, and Eddie finds this fascinating.

When your silhouette disappears, but the light remains, Eddie concludes that you’re reading a chapter book. You told Eddie to try reading sometime because that’s what helped you get to sleep. He bought his first book that very same day.

The Lord of the Rings was your suggestion. Not that he hadn’t found it first, but he wasn’t about to point it out. Eddie sees the book hidden under a lighter he used last night.

Smoking seemed obvious to him. He couldn’t sleep, so he would light up. With Wayne home, though, Eddie didn’t want the smell getting to him. He’s pretty sure Wayne knows he smokes by now, and he doesn’t care. Eddie isn’t a reckless smoker by any means, and he keeps to himself. If Wayne found out he was selling, that would be a different story.

Never the less, Eddie reads page after page of the same book he’s been fascinated by for weeks. He immerses himself into the books wishing he could be the hero, rather than the one who runs in the face of danger.

Eddie hears your front door open and close. This interests him and tips his head up. Tossing the book aside like he’s suddenly been hypnotized, he looks through his window.

You’re on the porch in thin pajamas and a robe. A lit cigarette slots between your fingers. You only smoke when you’re stressed. Pacing back and forth, Eddie understands that you’re talking to yourself. He just can’t make out the words.

This is creepy. Eddie shuts his window, and sinks back in bed. Leaving you alone - leaving you alone.

The words in his book blur into blobs of unrecognizable text. All he can see right now is you on that porch. You’re alone - and you’re probably cold. He has a blanket that he could offer. Maybe he could- no, he is leaving you alone.

Eddie wants to untangle the knot he has in his belly. He even tries to convince himself that he’s still hungry. But, he knows he won’t eat. You’re there. Even if you were caked in mud, you’d still be the most beautiful girl in the world to him. Actually, he has seen you caked in mud before. You were definitely hot then too.

Oh, God. What was he doing?

Pulling open his closet now, Eddie finds a jacket to slip on over his pajamas. He takes an extra blanket with him. It’s a bit torn up, but the blanket is clean. Wayne washed the blanket a couple of days ago, along with Eddie’s sheets which he claimed he could smell from across town. Eddie was not that dirty. It was the weed - but, er - don’t ask about the stains. He doesn’t know what they are or where they came from. Seriously, don’t ask.

Wayne is still snoring in the living room. He mutters in his sleep when Eddie opens the front door, and he doesn’t see Wayne stir once the door shuts.

His uncle stretches, and wakes up enough to take a leak in his bathroom. By the time he returns to the living room, he catches a glimpse from the window in the living room. His boy is with you on your porch making you smile and making you blush.

Wayne doesn’t need to spy. He’s seen this movie before when his brother made moves on his girl. It’d be a few more years until Eddie is born, but the picture is already there.

“Atta boy,” Wayne cheers to himself.

Eddie’s sitting with you, and sharing a cigarette. You’re not sleeping either. Dried black makeup you haven’t smudged off is stuck under your eyes. He wants to swipe it away, but he doesn’t know if he should.

“Is your mom in tonight?” Eddie asks.

You shake your head. “No, but my dad is such a deep sleeper. He’s nothing to worry about.”

Eddie worries about your dad catching him there with his only daughter, then your mom who likes to call you both “crazy kids.” Your dad is stern. Overprotective. He’s jokes about having a gun locked away somewhere, but Eddie still has no idea if he is joking. You won’t tell him because truthfully you don’t know.

“What’s got you up?” Eddie brings the blanket closer to you because he sees your shoulders dance.

You shake your head blowing out smoke to the left where Eddie isn’t.

Eddie takes a drag from the cigarette after he says, “I don’t think I’ve been all that honest with you.”

He reads your face.

“Not like that,” he can’t look at you, so he counts the floorboards of your porch. “I said we’re okay, but I don’t think we are.”

Your heart skips in your chest. “What do you mean?”

While Eddie might not be able to look at you, your eyes are all on him. In the moonlight, he’s like this shiny thing. You can’t put your thoughts into words, but he’s carved by the shine of the moon. He might hide his face with his hair, but when he hunches over you relax a bit.

You haven’t been able to put yourself in bed. Knowing that Eddie was there had wrecked your mind. You’re itching to be near him.

The whole day you thought about nothing, but him. How unsatisfied you are with your earlier conversation. You thought being the one to take charge in the conversation, and assert yourself, might make the blow easier. Truthfully, it hurt even worse.

You spent the evening sobbing in your room like a baby. Friends. You signed your name at the bottom of that contract. But, then, you thought about the day you’ll find a nice boy that will like you back. You’ll get married. You’ll get a house. Everything will be okay. But, as you thought about your life, your mind wondered about Eddie. What happens when he finds a girl? He’ll have a wife and he’ll have a house too.

You’ll be at that wedding. Sitting in a chair that’s not too close to the front, but also not all the way in the back. The band sits in front of you. They might not be able to pronounce the brand name, but their check cashes on their suits. All of your friends are his friends.

Eddie’s fiancé is faceless, but her gown is breathtaking. They’ll say ‘I do.’

You’ll cry along with them, but the tears you shed are ones you let out at a funeral. Are you just supposed to sit there and pretend like you don’t want to throw up?

Because that’s not you standing at the alter.

That’s some chick he’s met on the road while he tours with the band. Sure she’s great. But, the sight sickens you. Maybe that means your selfish, but you can’t do this. You can’t see Eddie with another woman. You refuse to see it because Eddie’s always been with you.

“I’m sorry?” You’ve spaced out while Eddie is speaking.

He begins to say, “please don’t make me repeat myself.”

Throwing the cigarette to the ground, you stamp out the flame. You wrap your hands around his neck, and you pull him forward. Eddie's lips meet yours in an awaited embrace. Longing and passionate. His hands burrow into your hair pulling you ever closer. The tender touch of his fingers fall to your waist to tell you he's not going anywhere.

You can't be sure which one of you pull away first. But, when your eyes open you breathe a sigh of relief. Eddie is still there, and he's about as hot in the face as you feel. You let out a breathy laugh, and he hides his grin behind his hair.

It doesn't take long for him to ask,

"Can I take you out sometime?"

And, of course, you say. "Yes!"

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How They Cuddle - Stranger Things (Older) Boys

Steve takes cuddling very seriously. Spending time with you without the kids is very rare so when it's just the two of you he makes the most of it. Be prepared for all the kisses. He sprinkles them along your jaw, your nose, your forehead, your eyelids, and finally a sweet peck on your lips. This man is full of love and he's willing to give you the world as long as you stay in his arms for just a few more minutes.

Eddie is a big fan of cuddling. His favorite way to keep you close to him is for you to be pressed against him as fully as possible. He'll hook his leg around your hip and of course, you use his bicep as a pillow. He stares at you with his big expressive eyes and just very blatantly tells you there's no other place he'd rather be. He is a very sweet guy, so he's 100% going to be whispering how special you are to him the whole time. Honestly, I think it's a given that you'd eventually get a song written in your honor. You are his muse.

Hopper is a giant softie (buried beneath his badge, of course), but he's also kinda timid when it comes to love. He was married so he knows how to be a romantic guy, for sure. But it's been a long time and the flings in between didn't mean much to him. When it comes to you he wants to do everything right, because it's what you deserve. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, so he waits for you to initiate the moment. Once he's confident in your comfort he's all about the cuddles. He is the big spoon most of the time, complaining that it feels like he's wearing a backpack when he's the little spoon (he'd rather face all the demodogs at once than have to admit that he enjoyed it down to his very core). His favorite position to cuddle is for him to be wrapped fully around your back, his arms pulling you snugly against his chest. Protective, intimate and so very relaxing.

It takes Billy the longest to get comfortable with cuddling. He likes the physicality of love, sure, but when it comes to cuddling he doesn't really know what's comfortable for his partner. We all know that Billy is a ladies man- he's had more girls than he cares to admit, but he's also a loner - emotionally he's closed off. It takes time and a lot of his type of comfort first (lots and lots of sexy time) but once you have him in your arms he melts against you completely. I feel like the intimacy of it would just have him so soft. He loves to lay his head on your chest, listening to your breathing, your heartbeat. You.

#stranger things preference #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #jim hopper #billy hargrove #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #jim hopper x reader #billy hargrove x reader #fluff #multifandomhaven

[mxxnknights]

✧ 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝑬𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ✦

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↳ gender neutral 🥀

↳ requests open! also this is really long it includes a small backstory as well as headcanons, but there as so much I wanted to explain ... ( edited ) 

Listen while you read 🎸

𝐬𝐟𝐰 🌹 (vampire eddie will definitely have multiple parts btw) 

Backstory ✺ 

There were no words that could describe the pain you had felt. It was endless, like constant waves washing over you; again and again. It felt like you were drowning like the breath kept getting knocked from your lungs. 

You had grieved him, for three days. The first day was with Dustin. The words took a few minutes to process.        “Y/N? Did you hear me? I’m sorry. I didn’t get to him in time -” It felt like someone had ripped your heart from your chest and crushed it. And yet you could still feel it beating. 

Then your legs couldn’t hold you and your knees hit the ground. Dustin had never heard a noise like that before. 

You hadn’t left your room after the second day. Dustin said he would tell Wayne, even though you wanted to yourself. But the words wouldn’t form. If you spoke his death out loud then it would be too real. 

So there you laid. On your bed, curled on your side. 

Then there was a knock at your bedroom door.           “Hi, sweetheart.” 

   You had chalked it up as a hallucination, it wouldn’t have been the first. So, you only closed your eyes and hugged one of Eddie’s shirts closer. His smell was still strong, and another tear slid down your wet cheeks. 

Eddie stood at the door, his eyes wide, mouth open. The love of his life curled up on their side. He thought he could feel his heartbreak.      He had smelt you, as soon as he walked towards your house. Your heartbeat was next, the things he could hear now... it was overwhelming. But all he could think about was getting to you. 

      “It’s me.”  His voice was weak, it cracked as he spoke. But you shifted. Eyes glistening, nose running.       “You look so real,” you whimpered.               “I am.” 

Headcanons ✺

⋆ You both adjusted to his change with some difficulty; I mean who wouldn’t? The only thing he could eat was blood, he no longer needed sleep, or to breathe. He was a million times stronger, he had FANGS (which isn’t a negative tbh), he could hear miles away. so everything was a bit rocky

⋆ Oh and I want to add that he can run really fast, but no he doesn’t glitter in the sunlight. Actually, you guys did do a test and the sun didn’t seem to hurt him other than a slight headache

⋆ You guys did go and see the gang but somehow Eddie and Steve started to get into an argument (steve was upset that eddie “didn’t listen to him and now look at what he is!”) which got both you and eddie riled up      then when the two were nearly nose to nose, eddie sprouted goddamn WINGS, BAT WINGS, they were so large that they knocked over dustin’s mother’s favourite vase. 

⋆ yeah, so eddie has wings now but only when he’s really emotional?? and when it’s nighttime 

⋆ Wayne was so confused when Eddie saw him (only a few hours after seeing you.) He cried, shaking his head, not understanding. 

⋆ of course you couldn’t tell Wayne what actually happened, so you, eddie and the gang came up with a cover story. This was picked up by Hopper and the government officials that have covered up the Upside Down so far

⋆ aka it was blamed on jason <3 he didn’t survive anyway and if the government as well as the chief of police says eddie was framed then who are the Hawkin’s community to challenge it?

⋆ also you & Eddie visited Chrissy’s headstone, bringing flowers, and having a mini sigil. they would’ve been good friends, she didn’t deserve to die. This definitely helped him with the trauma of seeing her murdered in such a gruesome way. 

⋆ i also want to mention that eddie is extremely strong, thats how - after the change - he was able to come back to you by himself 

⋆ with his newfound time he spends most of it learning more guitar rifts, reading, learning about this new body he has, as well as studying.  

⋆ oh yeah, AND HE GRADUATED (because he had so much time to study)

⋆ the older people in Hawkin’s are a bit hesitant towards eddie, even though he was cleared of all charges. 

⋆ Dustin was over the goddam, mOON, to see eddie.(I feel like I should have said this earlier) he cried, eddie cried, you cried. yes, there was hugging ... as well as a group hug. 

⋆ Dustin isn’t afraid one bit about Eddie’s change, the majority of Hellfire isn’t either. they think it’s cool (and they don’t really ask questions because if they were intimidated by eddie before ... oooohooooo)

⋆ Robin likes poking his fangs, Nancy is taken aback and thinks something bad is going to happen (like Vecna has infiltrated Eddie somehow, which made you extremely pissed and you nearly got physical.) 

⋆ Mike goes through so much in such a short timeframe. He didn’t know eddie was involved in this at all, and then when he came back to Hawkins he was devastated. Eddie was an idol to him. It was whiplash when he saw Eddie. 

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson my beloved #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things preference #stranger things headcanon #vampire eddie munson #vampire!eddie #vampire! eddie munson #vampire eddie munson headcanon #vampire eddie munson imagine #eddie munson season 4 #eddie munson season 5 #steve harrington #jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper headcanon

[hawkebuckley]

i need fanart of eddie munson trimming his bangs pls

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joe quinn #stranger things preference #stranger things imagines #stranger things #hellfire club #eddie munson x reader #stranger things season four #steve harrington

[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: includes Steve, Eddie, Jonathan, Argyle, and Hopper. (Also I just realised that another account posted something similar and I am in no way copying them! If there are any similarities - we just see the characters the same way <3) 

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ    

SFW🌿

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

⭑ Steve likes it. It makes him feel like he can protect you more (don’t ask me why, he just told me. I’m only a messenger.) 

⭑ Puffs up if anyone bumps into you, “hey watch it!” 

⭑ Does the whole running up and jumping into his arms thing and then swings you around

⭑ If you’re in a fight then he’ll put things out of reach and give you the silent treatment 

⭑ Teases you only a little, but he loves that you’re shorter than him. 

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

⭑ Would make fun of your height difference

⭑ Call you “short-stuff” and ruffle your hair

⭑ He likes to lean on you and use you as a headrest 

⭑ But you tease him right back, “Hey Eddie, how’s the air up there?” 

     “Oh you mean the air that everyone else has? Yeah it’s good.”

⭑ You like to remind him that you’re close to his shin/knee and that shuts up right up

⭑ But if anyone else makes fun of you then he’s furious 

    “What did you just say about y/n?” 

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬

⭑ Hugs, Hugs, Hugs

⭑ He has an arm wrapped around your shoulder a lot of the time

⭑ Very aware if you can’t see over people, so he’ll wiggle you to the front and stand behind you

⭑ It makes him feel taller tbh - which he LOVES

⭑ Bends down to give you kisses 

𝐀𝐫𝐠𝐲𝐥𝐞

⭑ Endless piggy-back rides, that he mostly initiates

   “Get on my back y/n!!!” 

“Argyle no-”

  And then he’s already bending down and waiting for you. 

⭑ Probably has started talking to a kid thinking it was you, and the kids like, “bro what?” 

⭑ Loves comparing hands 

 “Dang, you’re hands are tiny. What a coincidence-”

𝐉𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫

⭑ He towers over most people, so compared to him; you’re tiny. Like a hobbit but without the big feet. 

⭑ Always gets things off the top shelf for you 

⭑ And spooning is difficult because he literally just wraps around you. So you prefer to lay on top of him 

⭑ You may be little, but you’re fierce. (Hopper is still mega protective of you though) 

⭑ You have to stand on your tippy toes and he has to bend down if you want a kiss while standing up. Otherwise, you just sit on a seat and he’ll squat

Tagged: https://tolkien-fantasy.tumblr.com/ thank you for the request. Thank you for being so patient! 🌷

#eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #steve harrington headcanons #steve harrington x reader #jonathan byers headcanon #jonathan byers x reader #stranger things headcanon #jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper headcanons #argyle #argyle x reader #argyle headcanons #stranger things x you #steve harrington #stranger things preference #preferences #headcanons #reader insert #fanfiction #witchthewriter

[patchworkgargoyle]

Steve would be an absolute menace (pun intended) with the fake, clunky, plastic lightsabers that start being sold when the Star Wars prequels come out.

He doesn't get one for himself, he steals one of Eddie's or Dustin's and twirls it in his hand before he whacks someone with it. The only people free from his viscous lightsaber attacks are Max and Erica.

Yes, this does devolve into Steve, Eddie, and the Party having giant lightsaber battles in somebody's backyard. Eddie has Darth Maul's double-ended one and smacks himself in the face with it more than he hits anyone else.

#robin tried once and dislocated a finger #nancy prefers long range so she sits back at watches #jonathan cheers for will and if the battle is close he'll trip up anyone going after will #max and erica heckle Everyone #El uses 'the force' to cause chaos #stranger things #was this inspired by me breaking out my old lightsaber to see if I could use it to learn the Harrington Bat Twirl? ...... maybe

[kurtkankle]

Ladies and gentlemen, your captain, Steve Harrington.

#I’d set sail on an ocean of flavor with him any day #jk I prefer Tammy Thompson #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things fruity four #steve harrington #steddie stranger things #fruity four #stranger things steve #steve stranger things #robin buckley #robin and steve #steddie

[iveseenstrangerthings]

more than friends - a steve harrington imagine

summary: a real fluffy imagine after writing angst for the past few, best friends turns to lovers. Reader is teased about their close relationship with Steve by a jocky asshole, so Steve decides to do something about his feelings. both are obviously pining for each other but just don’t know how to do something about it!!

word count: 3.3k

warnings: really cringe asshole male talk about female character (inappropriate sexual remarks) & swearing.

thanks @urfriendlywriter for the friends to lovers confession prompt!!! <3

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“Alrighty class, notes for the biological study are on the blackboard, you have the full hour to complete this. I expect everyone to have the practical experiment done, and their write up started by the bell. Am I clear with that?” Mrs Peters stands with her hands on top of her blooming belly, slightly leaning against the desk with her hip. 

The class grumble a response and Mrs Peters smiles, nodding. “I’ll float until my ankles hurt,” She starts, hinting to her swollen pregnancy ankles and gets a murmur of laughter in response, “Off you go!” 

The equipment is already lain out for you and your lab partner, Brad. He stands awfully close to you as you sort through the different brightly coloured flowers scattering your table. You have a feeling you’ll end up doing all the work, with Brad copying everything down in the last ten minutes. 

“Jheez.” Brad whistles under his breath as the class volume raises to the sound of students discussing their impending flower dissections. “Wonder who the lucky bastard is that gets a ride on her.” You turn to face him, your insides screaming with utter disgust, he motions his head to Mrs Peters and slides his eyebrows up and down. 

“You’re disgusting.” You say to the white peony that you’ve set out for your first dissection. Brad hears, and just laughs to you. He takes that as a joke, as a compliment, and it disgusts you even more. “Can you start to take the petals off those,” your eyes flit to the five other flowers laid out in a neat, colourful row, “and make notes on their type of pollination?” A tinge of annoyance already lacing your voice.

“Their type’ah what now?” He sits picking the petals off roughly, not following any of Mrs Peters prior instructions, and that fills you with rage. As someone who excels in school and wants to do well, your lab partner pairing feels like someone, somewhere, wants to torture you. You realise that it’s going to be easier, and less painful, if you just do it. Just crack on with the lab practical and let Brad sit there and sniff the pretty petals. “Can you get high on this stuff?” He says, his nose dotted with a tiny bit of pollen from where he dug it into the centre of the flower.

You widen your eyes and nod enthusiastically, “High as a kite.” You confirm, sarcastically, and his eyes glow back at you. Jesus...

Time passes and you’re in your element, investigating stigmas and anthers up close under the microscope, adding to your quick diagrams of each part with brief, but helpful, notes. Ones that Brad will no doubt copy from in due course. He’s sitting, like an impatient child, folding and tearing the petals he picked off earlier. The only time he’s made an effort so far is when Mrs Peters made her rounds and he came to stand by you and ‘make notes’ on your observations, only to sit back down again and scribble in the margin of his notebook when she slunk back away.

“Harrington shown you a good time yet, huh?” Brad’s voice breaks the silence between the two of you and your cheeks flush a deep red as you squint through the lens of the microscope. A thick glob of saliva forms under your tongue which you swiftly swallow back. “Come on, we’re in biology... can we not discuss things like that?” 

You lift your head from the lens and look at him. His face is expectant, expectant of your response, hoping for a bite back, and he calmly crosses his arms over his chest. Your cheeks are still firing up, your vision goes slightly blurry for a short while as white-hot anger burns up inside you. After glaring at him for some time, you return to your position at the microscope.

Before you could realise, he’s bumping your arm with his and leaning down to speak to you, not even the beautifully intricate flower beneath you is giving you any sanity. “If he’s too much of a pussy to do it, let me show you what a good time is really like.” He’s so close you can feel his breath warm your ear and send shivers down your spine, feeling like it’s hitting every vertebrate on the way down. 

“Steve and I are just friends.” The more uninterested you seem, the more likely he is to give up on his pursuit and just shut the fuck up. Or so you’re hoping. 

He scoffs, “Pfft.” His tongue creeps from his mouth and licks his bottom lip, “Friends with benefits? C’mon. I ain’t stupid.” He goes quiet then you feel a soft tickle forming down your spine, Brad’s finger. Then, his breath back in your ear, “Bet he doesn’t know your sweet spots.” 

You shoot back from Brad, holding your hands up, like you’ve been scolded with a hot iron, “Okay. That’s it.” You charge from your station down to the front where Mrs Peters sits, grading papers. “Mrs Peters.” You say, quietly now that you’re down here, not wanting anyone to hear your conversation. In your hands, your fingers tremble slightly with the adrenaline of the conversation you just had. “I would like to request a change of lab partner.” Your voice comes out strong and confident but your face paints a different picture. “Please.”

Mrs Peters looks behind you, at your now half empty desk, and to Brad who sits and moves stems and petals around the table into a phallic shape. He grabs the attention of the pair in front, who seem displeased at the childish distraction. She raises her brows in his direction, when he meets her glare, his cheeks flush a light pink, and he rearranges the flowers into the muddle they were before. 

“Say no more, sweet pea.” She says with an exasperated sigh, shuffling papers to pull out her seating plan. You look over as she pulls a pencil from her pot and pats her lip with the eraser. “Eleanor’s in need of a partner.” She says, tracing over the spare seat on her plan, “That sound good?” Mrs Peter’s kind eyes meet your own and she offers you a sincere smile. 

“That would be great.” Your heart leaps with relief. 

“Finish up there for today, you can move on Monday. He can stay with me.” As you make your way back to your desk, Mrs Peters calls out from hers. “Brad Norton.” The class falls silent, her usual sing-song voice has turned cold, stern. “I don’t recall asking you to make penises with your pretty little flowers. You can stay and do your lab work, tho-rough-ly,” she sounds out each syllable in the word, the veins in her neck protruding with distaste at her student, “with me in detention.” 

The classroom remains quiet as you find your seat and complete your notes. “Bitch.” Is muttered venomously from next to you and you’re unsure if it’s directed at you or Mrs Peters, but you’re past caring. 

                                                          ✦ ✦ ✦

On Friday nights, you and Steve like to walk from school to the diner which flickers welcomingly in the dark winter light as you approach. As usual, you take to your table which is located in the corner of the diner. It is cosy. You love coming here, especially with Steve. It’s a time that you can spend together, just the two of you, have a burger, have a milkshake, and just catch up on the week. You adore your Friday nights with Steve. 

Now, you’re leaning against the comfy backing of the squishy diner chair, the fabric crinkling awkwardly as you get yourself comfortable. You’ve both cleared your plates, smears of ketchup and dustings of salt lie in remnant of what was two full plates of burgers and fries. Gluttonously, as your stomach feels heavy with the greasy food that you adore, you continue to gulp your milkshake. 

“I heard Brad Norton got a detention today in bio.” Steve finishes dragging his last fry through a dreg of ketchup before placing it into his mouth, laughing at the new conversation topic. You simply roll your eyes and let the milkshake freeze your back teeth before swallowing. 

“He’s an asshole.” You retort, swirling your straw around in the thick, creamy drink. Your eyes stay fixed on the pink substance in your glass, watching the small particles of ice slowly melt the more you stir. “I’ve switched partners, finally. I asked Mrs Peters to move.” 

“Really?” 

You nod, your brows furrowing. “Uh, yeah. I don’t fancy sitting and getting creepy back strokes from him for the rest of the year.” 

Steve sits back against the seat, “He did what?” A surge of jealousy, and anger flits through him and you can see it flash across his eyes, a change so subtle you feel proud you noticed. He knows that would’ve made you uncomfortable and he knows where Brad usually goes on a Friday night, he runs over the possibility of going there and beating the shit out of him, but quickly decides that would be a terrible idea. “Is that what he got his detention for? Being a creep?” 

You laugh slightly, “Close.” You take another gulp of milkshake. “He was making dicks out of the flowers.” You realise you’re talking to your milkshake and not to Steve, he’s noticed too and realises there’s more to this story than you’re letting on. He knows you too well. 

“You sure that’s all he did?” He knows not to push things with you, but the feeling is bubbling up inside of him. 

You toy with the idea for a moment. Tell Steve, let Steve get angry and potentially make your favourite night of the week awkward? Or, don’t tell Steve, enjoy each other’s company and go from there? 

You’ve both been close to sharing your feelings with each other on multiple occasions, sat in this very booth. The diner must have an aura that allows you to become content with your feelings with one another, almost becoming more than friends. The diner is where you’ve shared feelings, ranted about shitty weeks, shitty dates; cried into milkshakes over the clear downfall of Hawkins. But it’s also where you’ve brushed hands as you reach for napkins, letting your fingertips linger a little longer than is necessary. It’s where you’ve held eye contact as you talk about things that interest you, the other listening with intent adoration. His eyes glisten as he listens to you discuss another biological theory that you love talking about with him, his lips curling as he listens intently and marvels at your passion and drive for science. You return the active listening as he discusses the trips to the Upside Down, watch little pieces of him break apart as he cracks open his memories of things he tries so hard to supress, but keep creeping back into his consciousness. 

So, with all that in mind, you decide to tell him. “He quizzed me on whether you show me a good time.” You blurt out, placing your milkshake down and folding your arms onto the table. “said he would show me a good time, said he knew my sweet spots. Basically, he spent the lesson trying to get into my pants.” 

His face is a picture of disgust, his eyebrows furrowing so deep you think they’ll knit together. “I promise you; he is one of a kind.” He holds his hands up in defence, “We are not all sex crazed lunatics who like making people feel uncomfortable.” His features soften and he looks over to you, taking in your features as he likes to here. They look softer in the glow of the luminous light that hangs above their window, the streetlights casting a yellow tinge into the corner where you sit tucked away. “I’m sorry he made you feel like that.” His voice is sincere.

You shake it off with a whip of a hand, “Shall we get out of here?” 

He nods, leaving the money on the table. “Come back to mine? We can watch a movie.” 

As you stand to straighten yourself up, you smile back at him warmly, nodding gently at his offer. 

                                                         ✦ ✦ ✦

Warm waves of air circulate out of the heater placed by your feet as you sit in Steve’s basement on the couch, watching a new film Steve rented out. You haven’t really been paying attention, you’ve been more interested in gradually moving your limbs inch by inch closer to Steve’s, your breath hitching as you feel him doing the same. Soon enough, you’re sat with your arms pressed against one another and your leg is resting comfortably against his. 

“Can’t stop thinking about what that asshole said to you.” His voice sounds weird after not talking for so long, the only sound being the grumbling heater and the soundtrack of the film playing out in front of you.

You rub his arm gently, sighing, “Stop thinking about it Steve, he’s not worth it.” 

“No, I know.” He’s quiet for a while again, the flickers of vibrant colours on the screen lighting up his features and your eyes travel around them all. He feels your eyes on him and leans to pause the TV, the sudden cut of sound making the room feel too quiet. Your breathing slows, waiting for him to start the conversation again. Sheepishly, you slowly pull your hand from his arm, suddenly feeling awkward having left it there for so long. He turns his body so he’s facing you and you scoot back a touch, propping your arm up on the back of the couch and leaning your head against your palm.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You probe delicately, you can tell he has something whirlpooling in his mind. 

He shakes his head, smiling coyly. “Just thinking.” 

“About...” Your hands tumble over one another, hinting for him to go on. 

“You.” His bluntness makes your stomach squeeze tight, as if you’ve just dropped from one of those free-fall rides at the amusement park. His face remains unchanged, his eyes studying yours. “Thinking about you.” 

Slowly, you take a deep breath in. Unaware you were holding it in the first place. “Why me?” Annoyingly, your voice comes out as quiet as the hum of the heater, almost inaudible to someone who wasn’t trained in on the conversation. Suddenly the room feels warm, and you realise this could be the time to have the conversation you’ve been longing to have.

“’Cause I think about you all the time.”

You’d hoped all this time that he does just that.

And he does, he thinks of you when you aren’t there, when he’s lonely, when he feels sad, when he lies awake at night wishing he could turn over and feel the warmth of your skin against this. Wishing he could spend the night with you in a blur of heavy breathing, lustful kisses and soft moans. Wishing he could tell you how much you mean to him afterwards, holding you close whilst you both catch your breath and settle into the sheets in a dream-like state. He’s realising now how close he is to having all of this. To having you. If you want him, that is. 

“I know you feel what I feel.” His voice is low and his hand travels to rest just in between the two of you, like he wanted to commit to holding you but got scared half-way and changed his mind. 

A speckle of heat rests on your cheeks. “What is it that you feel?” Again, your voice is quiet, and you feel the pulse thick and fast, the heat rising up your neck from your chest. 

He clears his throat. “I know we both enjoy the time we spend together, as friends. But I don’t wanna be just friends anymore.” Silence settles over the pair of you, but you know that he’s not done yet, so you wait patiently for him to continue. “You make me feel so comfortable and you always know how to cheer me up, when to give me space, when to distract me from whatever’s going on...”

Hairs on the back of your neck prickle as the tingling sensation of adrenaline courses through your body. He continues, “I hate the fact that even assholes like Brad know there is something between us.” He sighs softly but carries on, “The fact that we haven’t even done as much as discussed how we feel, yet he’s happy to make degrading sexual comments to you about us.” 

You nod along in agreement. “I know.” Suddenly, your whole body feels drawn to him and you slide back along the couch, shuffling down into his side and placing your head in the crook of his neck, resting your arm over his stomach. This feels right, you think to yourself happily. “I love spending time with you, too. I have loved growing close to you these past few months and I-”

He lets his arm fall around your shoulders and he cuts you off, “Wait.” He insists as you feel his other hand come to rest gently against your neck, his thumb resting lightly against your jaw. “Look at me when you say it.��� With his hand still resting on your neck, he gradually guides your face up so that it’s inches away from his own. His eyes travelling lazily over your features he’s grown to know so well before locking in with your own. 

Inside your chest, your heart is hammering wildly. Never have you been this close. Never this intimate. “I want to be with you, Steve.” You quietly admit, although it’s not much of a shocker. A smile forms on his lips, which have now moved ever so close to your own. Impatient and running on adrenaline, you close the gap between the pair of you and bring your lips together. His hand stays firmly on your neck, his fingertips gradually gripping the hair at the nape of your neck as your fist grasps his t-shirt as the kiss intensifies. 

The months of longing are finally coming to a head here and now as you are both desperate for each other. Not just in a sexual longing, but an emotional and physical intimacy longing, too. You can feel yourself getting lulled further into the kiss as his tongue searches for your own. 

After a few moments have passed, you both pull away gently, chests slightly heaving as you both work to catch some of your breath back. You rest your forehead against his and brush your nose past his, moving back to give him a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. “What do you say then?” You can see the happiness radiating across his face, the creases by his eyes and the soft pink glow gives it all away. His thumb traces across your cheek, “You wanna give us a shot?” He says.

Nodding, you reflect the same happiness glow that Steven is portraying. “I wanna give us the best shot.” 

Satisfied, he takes his hand back from your face and you feel how hot your cheek has been under his touch. He holds you close to him as he reaches back down to play the movie. A couple minutes later, he clears his throat. “And, if ‘Brad’” He uses air-quotes around his name, “Or any of his asshole friends wanna make any comments to you again, I’ll drop those motherfuckers.” He point blank says as his eyes follow along with the scene playing out in the movie before you.

The sudden threat from Steve brings a laugh out from you and it fills the room. Your shoulders shake as your laugh intensifies; he gestures his hands towards the TV. “Hey, do you mind keeping it down? Trying to watch a movie here.” He tuts and shakes his head playfully before resting it on top of your own, tracing his fingertips over your arm so that tiny goosebumps raise on your skin. A couple of minutes later, you find your breathing rising and falling at the same time as Steve’s, your eyes fall softly closed as you’re lulled into a light sleep, cocooned under the blankets and Steve’s arms. 

#masterlist #stranger things prompts #stranger things preferences #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things blurbs #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x fem reader #steve harrington comfort #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic

[baddiewiththebook]

‘Little’ Hopper

-> You meet Eddie at the police station your father works at. His reputation makes you worry. Soon, however, you find yourself in an entangled web of love and lust. Now, all you have to do is convince your father that Eddie isn't a bad guy.

-> Eddie Munson x Hopper!Reader (she/her)

-> secret romance, slow burn, smut [+18]

-> warnings: explicit content (no minors)

< next part >

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“You can sit here,” your dad wheels a chair around for you in front of an empty desk. “I’ll be right back, but just don’t talk to anyone.”

Dad’s the sheriff of Hawkins. While you feel completely protected in your personal life, there is a downside to being the sheriff's eldest daughter. The downside is that your dating and your social life seriously suck. Anyone your dad didn’t approve of wasn’t getting past the front door. He’s hyper vigilant and he never misses.

When he picks you up from school this afternoon, your bouncing at the balls of your feet. He scans the note you hand him with a frown upon his furrowed brow. Slowly, the frown relaxes into a wide eyed and open mouth grin!

You’ve been accepted as an honor roll student as a reward for the grades you've accomplished this year. Nothing slips beyond an ‘A’ grade. All the time you spend locked away in your room because you can’t go out past four in the afternoon, or date a single boy, has really paid off.

Protective is the word Jim Hopper would use to describe his relationship with his daughter. One day you'll grow to an age, and perhaps that will be the time you have your own children, that you'll show the same emotions towards your baby. At this age, boys have one thing in their pea sized brain. And, Jim is not about to allow that to happen.

You compare your day to a spinning wheel. Routine at best. It starts the same way, and it ends the same way. Except for weekends, which is an exception because you work as an assistant in the Hawkins Library - a job your dad has swindled you.

After school, your dad likes to take you to the department. You pretend as though this isn't an opportunity to show off. That every time he handcuffs or deals with someone difficult that this isn't a way to show off that he's not intimidated by anyone. He's got to let go of the leash he has on you someday.

There's a desk in the middle of the crowded room for you to dedicate your hours to studying for your homework. Bobbleheads of a baseball team you've never heard of dance at your expense. You swivel them around, so they face the window. They're creepy.

Otherwise, the desk you've kidnapped into your work space is empty. A few notches in the wood from being roughed around doesn't stop you from beginning today's homework from school.

Scribbling down a few notes for your final project in O’Dell’s, your attention drifts when none other than your classmate is brought into the station in handcuffs. The town ‘Freak’ they call Eddie Munson. He does well for his namesake. Anytime he breathes, the whole two knows he’s up to something.

The Munson Family has a history of poor behavior. Your dad tells you stories of Al Munson, Eddie’s dad. Al found pleasure in the misfortune of others. Specifically, he enjoyed hot wiring cars that didn't belong to him, so that he could take them on a joy ride out of town going a hundred miles an hour.

The story goes, Eddie Munson was abandoned by his father. Eddie lives in a trailer with his uncle, whom raises him like his own son. Al hasn't been seen around Hawkins in a while, but that's because he's been doing time in prison.

Rumor has it.

The officer wags a thick sausage finger in the boy's face and he warns Eddie not to move from that spot. Eddie clicks his tongue to the rough of his mouth, before swinging the chains that have him locked in place. Rolling his eyes, the officer leaves the delinquent to file some paperwork.

You hope that you haven't made too much noise to draw his attention, and put your eyes back onto your assignment. Twisting the pencil around in your grip, the tip snaps.

"Damn," you've got spares somewhere in your backpack.

Little did you know, Eddie has his head cocked in your direction. Eyeing the skin of your legs that the dress you wore leaves open for wandering eyes, he shifts his weight and kicks one of his legs out in front of him. You're too soft to be arrested. Too baby smooth for the likes of him.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie’s voice scrapes ice across your spine. “Whatcha working on?”

Hitting your knee on the desk with a thud, you scrunch your nose at the nickname. You're still digging through the trenches of your dad's old backpack to find a pencil.

Eddie doesn't falter, and he tries again to get your attention. This time he poses a question, “You’re in Mrs. O’Donnell’s class with me, right?”

Again, you're pretending as though he isn't there. This is someone your dad has warned you about, and you're better off ignoring him. Ah-ha! That blasted pencil you're searching for is squished between the pages of your textbook like a bookmark. Oh, well. You've written the page number down somewhere.

“Not a big talker, huh?” His laughter is smooth like the beer you steal from your dad’s cabinet when you need to relax. “I bet you’re working on that project for O’Donnell. Right?”

Eddie's seen you around the school. In the hallways, you carry yourself with your head in the clouds. You're practically floating. Not that Eddie could blame you. Golden spoon in your mouth. You’re the sheriff's kid. An untouchable light that will burn the second the flame strikes your skin. Eddie likes the risk though. He doesn’t mind getting burnt a bit, as long as you’re the one striking the match.

“I’m trying to focus,” you dismiss him.

Unsure why you've spoken up, you're in too deep now. Rule number one with your dad is to never speak to those who have been arrested. You can't get yourself roped into whatever they're up too. It'll be bad for the station, but worse it'll be bad for you.

Eddie tuts. “Oh, she speaks!”

“Eddie,” you've grown exhausted of this game. Little did you know, you're adding fuel to his ever growing fire. “I need to focus on my final project, so I can graduate.”

You stick a silver needle his balloon. Hot air fills the space around you and him. Eddie finds this funny, and laughs with his whole body.

“I’m trying to graduate too,” he shimmies to sit up with the cuffs reminding him where he's at. “What if you help me?”

You snort. “Why would I do that?”

“You’re so smart,” he plays. “Think of it as another tick on your resume. You’re helping the poor, the weak - the simpletons.”

This could benefit your reputation. If you could get Eddie Munson to graduate, then the entire school would be at your feet. You could also use practice, before you decide if you really want to become a school teacher. Taking on Eddie Munson would be the hardest project yet to come.

“Suppose I did help you,” you drop your pencil onto your notepad, and swivel the chair to his direction. “What then?”

“Anything, Princess,” his words are tactful.

You won’t admit that his charm is working. That you wouldn’t pounce on him right here in the middle of the office.

“You gonna go to college and get a real job?” You propose.

“College is a stretch,” he hisses. “Job? Yes.”

“A legal job?”

“Nothing illegal about me,” the way the chain jangles around his wrist tells a different story. “I’ll be forever in your debt, Little Hopper. Anything you need, I’m your guy.”

The nickname makes your heart skip a beat. Something you'd like to forget and to never admit. Yet, your heart is fluttering inside of your chest. Anything you need?

“What could I possibly need from you?”

Eddie raises one of his eye brows, then cocks his head to the side while wetting his lips.

You kick your legs back under the desk to keep him from eyeballing you. You'll never get anything done if he keeps doing that.

“I’ll help you,” your heart pumps. “Just - stop looking at me like that.”

He chuckles. “Oh, now that would be a crime.”

You hide the daring curl of your lip behind your work that you’re no longer focused on. You’ll be spending hours alone with Eddie, and somehow you couldn’t wait to get started.

“What did you do?” You don’t look away from the paper in front of you, but the words spill before you can hold them back.

Eddie lifts his head back up. “Hm?”

“You’re not here because you want to be,” you say.

“Oh,” he hums. “They think I stole a bike.”

“You stole a bike?!”

“I didn’t steal a bike,” he whips his head to see if anyone heard you. “I was returning the bike to the rightful owner. Someone else stole it.”

“Uh, huh.”

Eddie’s lips thin. You’re impossible, he decides. He likes the impossible. Yes, Eddie has seen the sheriffs daughter around school. He’s been purely infatuated with you since he saw you in class.

You were wearing a daringly tight outfit that day, he must say. When you bent over in front of him, he's sure you're doing it on purpose. The skin from your thighs made him parched like he hasn't taken a sip of water for years. He would like a sip of you.

Sheriff Hopper rounds the corner in time to see his daughter in conversation with that sly fox, Munson. Anyone else, he would prefer you to share words with. You’ve got all the potential of becoming a credible influence to the world, and the last thing you need is someone like him to screw everything up for you.

His grip tightens on the keys in his hand, but alas he must let Munson go since they had no real evidence to pin him on. His damn deputy messed up real good this time.

“Munson,” his voice rattles Eddie. “You’re out of here.”

You flip pages in your notebook to hide the missing tear in the binding from when you wrote your number down for Eddie to slip into his pocket without your dad noticing.

Eddie jogs out of the police department, before he finds himself in more trouble.

“I wasn’t born yesterday,” your dad hovers.

You make a new note in your notebook that makes zero sense, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I don’t want you hanging around that kid,” he points.

“I’m not,” you shut your notebook. “Can we go to dinner, yet?”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson x hopper!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson preference #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things preference

[mikeslawyer]

#in the upside down preferably #all bloody and covered in dirt #byler #mike wheeler #byler endgame #stranger things #will byers

[mxxnknights]

✧ 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝑬𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ✦ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨 ✧

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

↳ reader is gender neutral, however, in some parts, I will be writing reader as she/her. Also there’s some swears tehe. oh and mentions of blood <3  → requests are open 

Part one is here!

SFW  🥀 Listen while you read 🎸

⋆  As the California crew have come back to Hawkins, Will, El and Jonathan are introduced to Eddie. This happened like a week after they came back because Eddie was so overwhelmed. 

⋆ He gets along with Will so well. Will was completely taken aback by Eddie’s charisma and energy, but soon they were bouncing off of each other. Like they knew each other their whole lives. 

⋆ Eddie’s smell has changed - only slightly though. Before it was cigarettes, leather and cheap deodorant (i know there’s controversy about this and that he’s a young man etc etc, but I do think he just slathers it on and at the beginning of the day he smells so strong. Then by the time the sun goes down it’s worn off ... unless he has a can in his van.) Now there’s an iron like smell that isn’t unpleasant but different. Oh and he doesn’t perspire anymore...

⋆ His change also means that he’s a bit taller (like over 6 foot), and he’s filled out more. As in his muscles are a tad more prominent - like he’s matured physically overnight.          “Why don’t my clothes fit anymore...” He wonders out-loud. Fidgeting with the Hellfire shirt that now clung to him everywhere. It could be regarded as a crop now.    “My goddamn shoes too! Jesus, they’re my favourite too-” Then you’d both look at each other and Eddie would exclaim, “Oh hey I can say Jesus!” (Because you know how anything ‘holy’ makes vampires burn or whatever). 

⋆ Dustin came up with idea that Eddie could eat from the hospitals supply of blood, animal blood (fresh or by the butcher). 

⋆ Eddie would feel so guilty though, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Hendersen and Wheeler still look at me like I was ... before.” He almost choked on the last word. Existential was a simple way to define how Eddie was feeling.      You looked at him with such sadness. Such confusion.  “Eddie, what do you mean? We thought you were dead! And you’re here. I can touch you! Kiss you-”         “But at what cost Y/N! I’m ... I’m a goddamn monster.” He turned away from you, fangs flashing in the light. 

“I- I love you Eddie Munson. We all do. You have no fucking clue how much you mean to us do you? I thought I was going to die. I would have died. I don’t even own my heart anymore Munson. It’s yours.”    

⋆  I also want to point out that vampire! eddie is even more of a delinquent and rebel. Chalk it up to the sense of immortality or the fact that he cheated death, but he gets away with so much more now. And he definitely puts that to use                                                                                                                                                                           

NSFW  🥀 this is 18+

⋆ Eddie doesn’t want to feed from you because he’s scared he’ll go too far. That he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. You trust him, but understand his concern. But once he gets to know his limits, feeding from you is pure ecstasy.  

⋆ Period. Sex. Big-time. Absolutely ravenous when you’re on your cycle. Your smell lingers no matter how far he is from you. He can track how far along you are in your cycle by just smelling you.       ⇢ He gets very messy with it too, smearing it on his chest, stomach, and dick before fucking you.         ⇢ There’s a lot of growling and whimpering from Eddie in these moments

⋆ If you don’t get your periods, then bloodplay would be a big part of your sex life now. BUT ONLY IF YOU’RE COMFORTABLE WITH IT, and it gets to a stage where he feels like he can control himself. 

⋆ His libido is infinite now, well compared to what it was before. And you were still impressed by non-vamp Eddie. So now he’s more concerned with how much you can take

⋆ One of his favourite things is to hear you whimper/mew underneath him btw, but what really makes him hot-blooded is hearing affirmations about how much you love him/proud of him/trust him

⋆ But because he’s a lot more physically powerful, he appreciates when you’re dominant. It makes him feel safe. Especially when doing cowgirl and face-to-face. 

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson my beloved #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things preference #stranger things headcanon #vampire eddie munson #vampire!eddie #vampire eddie munson headcanon #vampire eddie munson imagine #vampire eddie x reader

[messrsbyler]

fanfic writers tell me in the tags what font you write in and in which size, i wanna see something.

#i'm wondering if people prefer serif or serif sans fonts to write #i personally change mine all the time but rn i write on verdana bc that's ao3's default font but i wanna change it bc it's not flowing #fanfic writing #writing #ao3 #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic writer #fic writing #writer #fonts #fandom #stranger things #byler tumblr #my hero academia #good omens #supernatural #merlin #voltron #lumax #elumax #elmax #jancy #stonathan #jopper #klance #ronance #stoncy #etc etc

[ifangirlalot]

what finn’s characters are like during s3x? I FEEL WEIRD REQUESTING THIS BFISJSJSAJDJS

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 ˎˊ˗ | starring the fellas

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

~smut!~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] too many to pick out, just a shit ton of nsfw shit.

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✧˚ finn ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or bottom?

Well, it kind of depends on the day. Sometimes if he's feeling particularly stressed, he just wants to watch you ride him and praise him while getting his head rubbed. But if he's pissed off (or just bored), he wants to top. When he tops, you know you're probably not going to be in the same position for more than a couple minutes.

What are his favorite positions?

Finn likes missionary. He's an old fashioned guy who thinks eye contact is a private kind of intimacy. Doggy is definitely a hella close second though. He's a hair tugger, so it's a lot of fun to pull your head back by your hair while you're on your hands and knees in front of him getting impaled from behind.

How freaky is he?

Once again, it kinda depends on the day and the mood you catch him in. Being a celebrity, Finn's hella paranoid the second that zipper goes down an inch there's gonna be cameras all over the damn place, so public sex is a no-go. He'll fuck you anywhere in the house though. In fact, the bed is hardly ever an option. He loves shower sex and car sex, kitchen table sex ain't too shabby either. He has a thing for having his hair pulled and, as narcissistic as it may sound, he likes it when you call him by his characters' names. It gives him an excuse to change personas.

How noisy is he?

He doesn't have any loudass moans, but he has some breathy ones here and there. He groans more often than not. Occasionally he whimpers.

How long does he usually last?

About ten to fifteen minutes on a bad day and up to an hour on a good day. (Dude has almost spooky levels of self control.)

Protection or no?

Absolutely. He can't risk knocking you up right now.

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✧˚ miles ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or bottom?

Top, all the way. He's somewhat controling and he also doesn't like sitting still for long, so he hardly ever lets you ride, as that would kind of give you the wheel and he's not about that. He likes to decide when you have sex, where you have sex, for how long, and in what position. He makes all the decisions, and you know. You're probably gonna be hella sore afterwards. Like hella sore. My man has hella high libido.

What are his favorite positions?

Miles has favorite positions that don't even have names, that's how fucking freakshit he is. He loves it to the side the most though, with his fingers wrapped around your ankle, holding it up, his grip usually pretty tight. His other hand is usually clamped over your mouth.

How freaky is he?

Miles is a FREAKSHIT. Most of the time, he twists you into positions that he's made up, and you know for damn sure he'd got an entire chest he keeps in his closet that he uses for "playtime". He's also maybe a tad bit creepy with the kinks that he has at times, but that's kind of to be expected. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be his girlfriend.

How noisy is he?

Not very. He lets out a few breathy groans here and there, but most of the time he's pretty quiet. It's kind of creepy, but also maybe a little bit attractive?

How long does he last?

As long as he wants to. It really depends on how horny he is, but averagely about thirty to forty-five minutes.

Protection or no?

Lmao, no. Good joke, though.

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✧˚ boris ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or a bottom?

It depends on how high he is during the fucking. If he's sober or moderately high, he likes to be on top. But if he's balls to the walls high, he's a little bby and must be treated as the pillow prince that he is.

What are his favorite positions?

Doggy. At least for dom Boris. He likes to pound behind you with your hair wrapped around his fist like a horse rein. Preferably with a mirror in front of you so he can watch while he smokes. He's a lil freak thang. Subby Boris likes to be ridden because BOOOOOBS in his face.

How freaky is he?

Boris likes public humiliation, whether he be the one being humiliated or the one doing the humiliating. He also likes watching you touch yourself while he's forced to watch with his wrists tied to a bedframe (this is sub Boris, btw. Dom Boris wouldn't put up with it.) He also likes spanking (him spanking you, he doesn't like his ass being touched because he's a bitch.)

How noisy is he?

Extremely. My boy does not care if someone else is in the house. If he's getting pussy, PEOPLE WILL KNOW ABOUT IT.

How long does he last?

Again, it depends on how high he is. Dom Boris can last for twenty minutes, but with sub Boris you'll be lucky if it lasts more than like ten.

Protection or no?

Sometimes, yeah. But the other half of the time he lowkey forgets and you have to get him to smuggle in some Plan B from the store.

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✧˚ ziggy ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or a bottom?

A top. A very messy, very cocky top. It's kinda funny how confident he is in his abilities. He is also a bottom. Pet his hair and watch him whine, I dare you.

What are his favorite positions?

He likes to go down on you. Albeit, he's very good at it, but he also a sloppy thruster. But at the same time, it kinda adds to the experience because somehow he manages to hit the right spots with every pound. Plus, look at him up there with his little gold chain. He's so cute.

How freaky is he?

Ziggy may be an awkward teenager on the streets, but he's a freak in the sheets. He has this fantasy where he really wants to record your sex so he can use it for tissue time later, but he's too much of a bitch to ask you. He's also hella good with his tongue, it's actually kind of surprising. Plus. You know. He look good as hell down there on his knees like the champ he is.

How noisy is he?

Lmao very. But only when he's actually having sex, if he's just beating it, he's pretty quiet. But during the real deal... Yeah, that loud ass moaning and swearing Evelyn hears from Zig's room is indeed her son getting to third base with a lady person.

How long does he last?

Thirty minutes tops for him. Not bad.

Protection or no?

Usually yeah, but for quickies he just pulls out and spills everywhere, which most of the time his mom finds because his stupid ass didn't clean up.

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[ A Note From Zee ]

Y'all, this took me way too long. I'm gonna have to split this into two part. Next part will include Trevor, Mike, and Richie.

#☝ ۫⠀PREFERENCE.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚ #⊹ . SMUT ۫ . #finn wolfhard #miles fairchild #boris pavlikovsky #ziggy katz #finn wolfhard smut #miles fairchild smut #boris pavlikovsky smut #ziggy katz smut #finn wolfhard x reader #miles fairchild x reader #boris pavlikovsky x reader #ziggy katz x reader #stranger things #the turning #the goldfinch #when you finish saving the world

[cerise-on-top]

hellooo, i love ur stuff and i wannted to see u write about how Simon, Price, Alejandro, and Rudy handle having a wife who is very head strong and such? Like the type of woman who was very successful and has a sharp tongue. A very badass woman in general. Thx<33

Hello! Thank you! I tried on this request as well, but people like that genuinely scare me ^^; I wrote this with a very hot headed person in mind because I'm not quite sure I understand what headstrong means, even when I googled it! It's probably a bit extreme, the way I wrote reader and it probably usually isn't that bad, but I barely know anyone who's like this!

Price, Ghost, Alejandro and Rodolfo with a Headstrong!S/O

Price: There are a few things Price is used to due to his occupation: People taking his orders without ever questioning them, and people, smart assed as they are, questioning his every move. Some differences could be settled quite peacefully, during others, harsh words had to be exchanged in order for an agreement to come between them. So it definitely wouldn’t be the first time Price had ever met someone like you. However, he can get along just fine with someone like that. You’re his spouse, not some soldier, therefore he can bite back from time to time if he needs to. However, if you’re about to do something extremely stupid where you will end up hurt, he will try to stop you, no matter how much you protest and snarl at him. He loves you for your personality, but sometimes some risks do need to be taken into consideration. He would sometimes get fed up a bit with you, especially if you keep doing what you do without really considering the consequences or yourself. At some point, he’d probably just let you do whatever it is that you want to do. If things go well, he’ll congratulate you, maybe reward you too depending on whatever it was, but if things go sour he would have to bite back a “told you so” occasionally. But other than that, he can appreciate your sharp tongue, always biting back at the people who are trying to belittle you. It shows him that you’re not someone who needs to be taken care of at all times and that you can handle yourself when it comes down to it. Don’t sass him too much, though, since he will also sass you back. But if that’s what you like, then go right ahead. 

Ghost: If he wanted to, he could insult you in a way that could destroy your sense of worth, and sometimes, when you are being a bit more difficult, he considers saying something mean himself. He never does, though, since he doesn’t want to ruin what the two of you have. While you being harsh with others and not letting them walk all over you is something he can appreciate, he will sit you down from time to time and tell you to take it down a notch or two, especially if you’re being harsh towards him. Communication goes both ways, though, so you’re also more than welcome to give him a piece of your mind. As long as you’re both being adults about it, he won’t mind. Like Price, he lets you do your own thing for the most part, unless you’re doing something extraordinarily stupid. He will try to change your mind, knowing fully well it would be futile, in a gentle manner, but if you don’t listen to him then that’s on you. He did try to help you. As much as he’d sigh at your antics, he would help you clean up your messes. Ghost isn’t much of a talker himself, saying the bare minimum when something needs to be said, so sometimes he’ll simply lean back and let you do the talking. Especially if the other person is being an idiot. You have a way with words that makes him snicker from time to time, especially if you’re a small and petite thing. The surprise on the other person’s face is such a delight, he can’t help but love it every single time. And if you’re a rather big and scary person then he’ll wordlessly watch the other person scuttle away. It’s nice, not always having to talk to people. He can be mean too, but he usually just rolls his eyes and walks away.

Alejandro: Alejandro is a rather passionate man about many things, therefore you would often come to butt heads. He used to be far more fiery when he was younger, so these days it’s not as bad as it used to be, but your arguments might end up with both of you yelling. Alejandro can be extremely stubborn and, unless you have some good arguments, it’s not very easy to change his mind either. Unless you start insulting him first, he won’t yell any insults at you either. He would absolutely never get physical with you, no matter how scary he might seem, though. Even in his heated moments, he values you more than anything and anyone else. In your eyes, you’re both right, and that might just be something you’ll both want to work on if you want your relationship to last in the long run. He is more than willing to do so, though, as long as you put some effort into it as well. May god save whatever soul has decided to wrong both of you, however. He will give them a piece of his mind, and so will you, meaning that person has twice the amount of people to be scared of. One of the many reasons you would come to argue would be you trying to do something that might be dangerous, with him trying to convince you it’s a bad idea. He’s a colonel, so he’s used to people taking his orders without very many questions. While Alejandro may not expect you to be his poodle, he does want to see you safe and sound. Ultimately, he knows telling you to not do something won’t change anything, but he’ll try anyway. Your safety comes before all else. Unlike Price and Ghost, he will tell you “I told you so”. Even when he tells you all the reasons why you really shouldn’t have done what you did, he will still patch you up and use his power to make sure you can continue being as successful as you are. So, even while mad he’s a sweetheart about and to you.

Rodolfo: Considering he’s a quiet man, he won’t usually talk back when you have something to say. Instead, he’ll force all of his emotions down. Very rarely, he might snap at you because of it, however. Again, you’ll both have to talk it out with each other, with you having to learn how to bite back something as well. Rodolfo isn’t nearly as feisty as Alejandro, so he’ll usually let you do the talking. Think the “he asked for no pickles” meme except Rodolfo could make his opinion known, but it’s more impactful when you do it. He likes to see you successful and in high spirits, even if he sometimes would wish you would tone it down a bit. Some bad potatoes at the farmer’s market aren’t the end of the world. However, he’ll barely ever voice such a thing, simply turning away instead when you’re getting too heated. He knows trying to calm you down will only make things worse, so he’ll wait it out. Out of everyone, he’ll be the most patient as far as your personality goes. If you’re ever trying something risky, he’ll make you aware of the risks, even if you do end up snapping at him, but won’t stop you. Again, it’s futile. While he may have enough faith in you to know you likely won’t end up hurt, you’re a smart cookie after all, he will sigh if things don’t end up according to plan. You’re probably too proud to do so, but you’re always more than welcome to come to him for help if you need it, he won’t mind. In fact, he’d prefer that over you getting hurt. If you’re both buying things, though, then he’ll let you be the one to haggle, you’re the most effective haggler he knows. In fact, if he ever needs something that requires him to bargain with people for anything at all, he’ll let you do it. You’re scarier than him, on the outside, so he’ll either get what he wants at a good price, or the other person will have learned a lesson. It’s a win-win situation either way.

#cod #cod x reader #john price #john price x reader #price x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra x reader #fem!reader #even though I think there's no mention of reader being a female in this #better safe than sorry #I think Rodolfo would be the ideal partner for someone like that because he'll just roll his eyes and let you do your thing #he's very patient as well and does prefer someone else doing the talking if it's with strangers #but again you might not want to be very extreme with a personality like that #I met someone like that once and she... was not a very kind person. I was scared of her and I still am #anyway Rudy would also sit you down from time to time to have some open and honest communication with you #he treasures you and wants this relationship to last as well

[angelicmunson]

sleepover // the boys

✩ pairing: eddie munson x reader, steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader, jonathan byers x reader

✩ word count: 1k

✩ outline: pretty self explanatory, just soft sleepovers with your bf

✩ authors note: these got longer as they went on i’m so sorry!!!

eddie-

“m’tired, ed’s” you mumbled against his shoulder, the horror flick he picked was still playing even though both of you were half asleep. he hummed, the arm that was around you tightened as he spoke “spend the night baby, don’t want you driving right now” he said it so casually that you didn’t think twice about saying yes. eddie turned the tv off as you got up and stumbled to his bedroom, him following right after. you ungraciously flopped onto his bed which made him chuckle. “i don’t think your jeans will be comfortable to sleep in, here,” a tshirt was flung onto your stomach. you walked down the hall to change and by the time you got back, eddie was comfortably in his bed. he smiled softly as he admired you wearing something of his. you crawled in beside him, welcoming his arms as they wrapped around you. “goodnight hon” you whispered. his lips found your head after he mumbled his own goodnight.

steve -

you sighed as you threw the last beer can in the trash bin. how could five people drink so much, you thought. you could hear your boyfriend saying his goodbyes to your friends as he shooed them out the front door. “aaand they’re gone!” he announced with a grin before coming up to wrap his around you. “i think we hosted our first game night pretty well huh?” he asked, which made you nod. “i’d say so, no broken game pieces or spilled beers considering you and robin are so competitive.” steve rolled his eyes at your teasing. “i am exhausted though.” you couldn’t have agreed more. if it wasn’t monster hunting, it was school and work taking it’s toll on your friend group. “c’mon baby,” you started up the stairs, knowing he’d be right behind you. a perk of having absent parents was that they constantly left him home alone, giving you two free reign. you were the first in bed, steve simply needed to have his shower or his hair wouldn’t look right in the morning. you really tried to stay awake for him, but you just couldn’t. you felt the bed dip and him moving around for a bit before he finally settled. a quiet “love you, angel” was the last thing you heard.

billy -

worrying about billy was second nature at this point; especially when it came to him and his dad. the moment he crawled in through your window and you saw the purple bruise on his cheek, you knew it was a bad one. “what happened?” we’re the first words out of your mouth. “i don’t get a kiss or i missed you first?” his signature smirk covered his lips and you could just tell it hurt to move his face like that. you sighed as you reached up to graze the bruise, his hissing made you pull away with a frown. “it’s nothing out of the ordinary, sweetheart. he was getting in max’s face and i couldn’t take it anymore.” he pulled you into his chest when he noticed the tears in your eyes. “i’m alright, i’m here with you now aren’t i?” you managed to nod against him. “you’re spending the night tonight.” billy tensed up and you knew what he was going to say. “my parents are away for the weekend, lake house with my aunt and uncle.” you explained. he shrugged, “if you insist.” you were quick to make dinner for the two of you and after an episode of cringey late night tv, you were ready for bed. you don’t think you’d ever get used to seeing your boyfriend shirtless. you left to the restroom for two minutes to brush your teeth and in that time he managed to strip down to his underwear and position himself on your bed. “people usually sleep under the covers, baby.” you couldn’t help but giggle at him. “oh i know, just wanted to give you a nice view.” he winked before getting properly situated. you wasted no time in pulling him into you, his head on your chest. if there was one thing billy loved, it was you playing with his hair. he sighed in content and only held onto you tighter. “thank you.” it came out soft, but you heard it.

jonathan -

thunder storms were the bane of your meek existence. the forecast had been great all week; sunny skies and not a word of rain. so when you heard the unmistakable sound of rain on the byers’ roof, you wanted to cry. “jonathan,” you whined. his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he sighed, giving his mom a look of helplessness. he knew how anxious this weather made you. “you’re staying here tonight, honey.” joyce decided as she stood up from the couch to grab the telephone. “i’ll call your mom right now and tell her not to worry.” you were thankful for her, you did not want to risk driving in this. a loud crack of thunder made you jump, a cry coming from your lips. “it’s okay babe, i got you.” your boyfriend cooed. joyce came back into the living room, giving a thumbs up, “she said it’s okay and to be home by 9.” you opened your mouth to give thanks, but another crack of thunder sounded and this time shut the power off with it. “fuck,” jonathan cursed. “okay, okay, hold on,” joyce began fumbling through cupboards to find all the flashlights in the house. she yelled for will to get all the blankets he could find as she flicked them all on. “we’re gonna have a nice little sleepover!” soon enough, you and jonathan were on one couch wrapped in a blanket and in each other’s arms with joyce and will slept on the other couch. “are you feeling better?” your boyfriend asked. “somewhat,” you shrugged. “i really appreciate you and your mom for all this.” the rain still poured outside and the thunder came and went, but you knew you were safe. “just wanna take care of you.” he whispered.

#stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things preferences #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove x reader #jonathan byers x reader #eddie munson imagine #steve harrington imagine #billy hargove imagine #jonathan byers imagine #liz writes

[audhd-nightwing]

steve: yeah i’m a government employee

eddie: i fucking hate cops

steve: good thing i’m an EMT then

eddie: …

eddie: *starts twirling his hair* so… are you free tonight?

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #nothing hotter than a man who takes care of people #while i enjoy law enforcement steve au’s #i prefer this #aka EMT steve #or like #paramedic steve #idk what the difference is