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I fear I moved on from Emperor Geta too quick...

Gimme more

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Thank you for the tag @tvserie-s-world

4 celebs I'm crushing on

We got (in no specific order)

Joe Keery, Pedro Pascal, Joe Mazzello, Joseph Quinn

How many Joe's can one girl crush on?

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Thank you for tagging me @debkk16 & @the-unforgivenn 💚

4 celebs I’m crushing on…

David Harbour, Ebon Moss-Bachrach, Pedro Pascal, Jason Segel (Type? What type?)

No pressure tags: @defututus @lokis-army-77 @chatteringfox @cheesewritings @girlwiththerubyslippers @tvserie-s-world @m0llygunn

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I HATE THAT I STILL WANT TO KISS YOU

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem! Summary: does Eddie miss you too? Warnings: mention of smoking A/N: she's kind of a shorty, but we get a lot of Eddie's pov.

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Eddie froze.

Like completely. Breath hitched. Muscles locked. Words stuck somewhere between his chest and throat. You’d just said that. Out loud. Like it was easy. Like it didn’t rip the sky open and send him reeling all over again.

And fuck you for that.

Because now his brain was running through every version of that sentence you might’ve said to someone else. Every guy who looked at you twice while he was trying to forget what your voice sounded like. Every night he told himself it didn’t matter anymore.

And now you missed him?

He looked at you- really looked this time. Not the quick glance he gave when he first saw you in the record store, he should’ve turned and walked the other way when he realised it was you.

Why didn't he?

You looked nervous. Your foot wasn’t tapping anymore, and your hands were still. Your face was still. Too still. And that’s when he realized you meant it.

He hated that you looked like you meant it.

Because the second those words left your mouth, the part of him he’d been trying to shut up for the past month, the part that whispered maybe you cared, maybe you were sorry, maybe you didn’t want to let go either.

That part was screaming now.

He missed you too. He missed you so much it made him sick sometimes.

But he didn’t say that. He didn’t give you that.

He just stared, jaw tight, heart loud.

Because if he let himself say it back, even just once, he might not be able to leave. Might not be able to stop himself from falling right back into the feeling you gave him- warm and wild and dangerous. And he wasn’t sure he could survive losing that again.

So he swallowed the words.

Swallowed them whole until they burned like whiskey in his chest.

You missed him.

And he wanted to scream, “Then why did you let me go?”

But he didn’t.

He just stepped back, eyes unreadable, voice hollow.

“Thanks,” he said, voice low and dry.

Like that was all he could offer.

Like that was all your words deserved.

And he hated himself for it.

Despite the heat of the afternoon, a cold knot formed in his stomach- part dread, part longing. He could still feel your gaze on his back, as if your disappointment had physical weight dragging him down.

He kept standing there, head bowed, but his mind raced: Why can’t I just say it? Why do I have to make everything so much harder?

Why was it so hard?

Because he didn't want to give you that satisfaction, you told him to leave, you wanted him gone, so why would he give two shits about what you think anymore.

ps. he does.

You nodded slowly at his word; you didn't expect him to say it back. but you expected more than 'thanks'

He could have yelled at you, and you would have felt better than you do now.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around then..." you spoke in a hush, gripping onto the plastic bag with your new CD's inside it tightly.

Then you stepped away, slowly backing away from his van, thankfully taking his sign that he doesn't want you near him

You paused like maybe you thought he might say more.

He didn’t.

Not at first.

He just stood there, hand on the door handle, eyes flicking up to you and back down again.

You weren’t blocking the door anymore. You’d moved, like you were giving him space. Like you were leaving him alone, just like he’d asked for.

And it should’ve been over. Clean exit. But it wasn’t.

He shifted his weight.

"Look…" he started, then stopped. Rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t really know what you want me to say.”

Your mouth opened a little like you might respond, but nothing came out.

He exhaled, short and sharp. “You say you missed me. Okay. That’s… whatever. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do with that now.”

You nodded, slow. “I’m not expecting anything.”

“Good,” he said quickly. Too quickly. Then backtracked, tone softer. “I mean… I don’t know what you expect, is all. Last time we talked, you made it pretty clear.”

“I know,” you said, almost whispering. “I know I did.”

There was a pause. Not angry. Just quiet. Careful.

“I didn’t come here to fix everything,” you said. “I just… saw you, and I said it. That’s all.”

He studied your face. You didn’t look like you were trying to win him over. You looked tired. A little nervous. Honest, maybe.

He didn’t like that. Because it made him feel something again, and he’d been doing a decent job not feeling anything for a while now.

He nodded once, slow. “Okay.”

You gave a faint smile. Not happy. Just... polite. Like you weren’t sure what else to give him.

Then you started to turn again.

And goddammit, his voice came out before he could stop it.

“Just… don’t do that.”

You looked back at him, confused. “Don’t do what?”

“Say stuff like that and then walk away,” he muttered, eyes on the ground now. “It screws with my head.”

You didn’t say anything.

He looked up again, face blank, voice flat. “I’m not saying I believe you. Or that anything’s different.”

“I get that,” you said. “I do.”

He nodded once more, hand gripping the door handle again, knuckles pale.

Then, quieter: “Just don’t make it worse.”

You hesitated. “I’m not trying to.”

He didn’t answer that.

Didn’t say goodbye, either.

He just opened the door, climbed in, and shut it gently behind him.

But he didn’t start the engine for a long time.

And he made sure that you had walked away, all the way around the corner before he let out a long sigh, leaning back in his seat as he shuffled through his pockets, pulling out a cig and lighter.

He lit it with a flick, the flame catching quicker than he expected, and he cupped his hand around it anyway, out of habit more than anything. Smoke curled up into the stale air of the van, and he let it sit in his lungs for a second before exhaling, eyes fixed on the windshield, but not really seeing anything.

What the hell was that?

You, standing there like nothing had happened. Like a month hadn’t passed with you not saying a word. Like he hadn’t spent every other night wondering if you even thought about him.

And then just... “I missed you.”

He scoffed under his breath, flicked ash out the open window.

He shouldn’t have said anything. Should’ve just nodded, or ignored it, or gotten in the van and driven off like a normal person who’s over it.

But he wasn’t. That was the whole problem.

He took another drag, thumb tapping lightly against the steering wheel. He hated how fast his chest had lit up when you said those words. Like it was waiting. Like some pathetic part of him still thought you were gonna show up and make it make sense.

And maybe you did. Kind of. But also… not really.

He didn’t trust it. Couldn’t, not yet. Not after how it ended, how it felt like he was the only one holding on while you were halfway out the door already.

Still, you didn’t look like you were lying.

That’s what got him.

You looked like you meant it. Nervous and unsure and honest.

It’d be easier if you hadn’t.

He sighed again, letting the smoke trail out slowly, watching it fade in the air. He should’ve yelled. Or at least said something clearer than “thanks” and “don’t make it worse.” What the hell did that even mean?

But now it was too late. You were gone again.

And he didn’t know if you’d come back.

So, he sat there, cigarette burning low between his fingers, heart heavy in his chest, and no answers coming to mind.

Just your voice echoing back in his head, soft and careful.

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You walked down the street toward your car, bag of CDs swinging lightly at your side, trying not to let your heart run too far ahead of you.

It hadn’t gone terribly. That alone felt like a miracle.

And okay, yeah, he looked good. Too good. Annoyingly good. Like he'd gotten even more himself somehow. The hair a little longer, his jacket more broken in, a few new patches on his jeans. He looked like someone who didn’t care what anyone thought of him. And that used to scare you, back then. Now it kind of made your stomach flip.

You sighed as you unlocked your car door, glancing up the street once, but you didn’t see him anymore. Not that you expected to. He’d stayed quiet, tense and kept his distance even when you were inches away. But he didn’t walk away. That meant something, right?

He hadn’t wanted you there. That part was clear. You could feel it in the way he stood, arms crossed, jaw locked like he was bracing for something. But still… you got more than a hi out of him.

A little sarcasm, sure. Some attitude. But you’d take that over nothing. You knew him well enough to know silence from Eddie meant walls up, doors shut. And he talked to you.

That alone felt like a crack in something.

You tried not to read too much into it. You really did.

But part of you kept wondering. If he was really leaving… why is he still here? You didn’t say it out loud, but it bounced around in your head the whole way to your car. Hawkins wasn’t the kind of place you stuck around in unless you had to. And Eddie never exactly kept it secret that he wanted out.

So why didn’t he go?

And why, when you saw him today, did it feel like he was still deciding?

You got in, started your car, and let your fingers drum against the steering wheel for a second before backing out. You didn’t have answers. Not yet.

But for the first time in weeks, you didn’t feel like it was over. Maybe it still hurt. Maybe he didn’t forgive you, and maybe you didn’t know how to fix it. But you talked.

And he looked good.

God, he looked really good.

And only God knows you were thinking about those perfect lips of his, looking more plump than usual, sunk between his teeth in frustration when he talked to you.

And he totally wasn't thinking the same thing.

And he hates that he still wants to kiss the fuck out of you.

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I MISSED THIS OMG. 😫😩

truths are revealed and lines are drawn…

older brother’s best friend eddie x fem reader

warnings: 18+ mdni, gareth is snarky, making out in inconvenient places, secret relationship, a sprinkle of spice, angst, blood and someone gets punched...

it’s a recipe for disaster masterlist

a/n: hi hello! it’s been a hot minute since i posted anything, so i’m actually very nervous to put this out. but i want to thank both @wonderlandwalker and @undead-supernova for looking this over and helping me fix a few things. i appreciate you both immensely. i hope you all enjoy this and thank you for always being so patient with me ilysm xx.

“since when did you start wearing lip gloss, dude?”

is the first thing out of gareth’s mouth when eddie walks back into the living room, the bowl of popcorn in his hands quickly forgotten as he pauses in the doorway. gareth is right, only it’s your lip gloss that’s smeared all over his mouth, the shimmery pink glitter now catching in the overhead light.

a fact neither of you had noticed until this very second, but if gareth’s shit eating grin is anything to go by, he’s all too aware of it.

it was incredibly risky when you pulled eddie into the pantry for a quick lip-lock session, knowing the entirety of the hellfire club and your brother were right within earshot. but that didn’t really matter in the heat of the moment because you hadn’t seen eddie in days—and you were on the brink of insanity.

the obnoxious hum of the microwave had drowned out your soft whimpers as he pinned your hips against the shelf, nearly knocking over a stack of canned goods in his haste. but you were just as frantic, if not more, tugging harshly on his unruly curls as you all but devoured him with your mouth.

“missed you,” you murmur, gasping softly when you feel his lips ghosting over that spot just below your ear.

his hum of agreement melts into a deep groan when your hands slide up and under his t-shirt, lightly dragging your nails across his abdomen.

“i missed you more,” he counters with a grin, eagerly capturing your lips again.

each press of his lips leaves you wanting more, more, more, your body completely pliable under his calloused hands.

the final ding of the timer is what forces you both apart, the sounds of your heavy breathing being quickly overtaken by the sudden burst of laughter floating up from underneath the door.

“we should get back,” you whisper, but it feels like your feet are glued to the floor.

“yeah, we really should,” he agrees.

but when he tilts your chin back up and presses his lips to yours, you’re all too eager to reciprocate.

“hey! where’s the damn popcorn?”

a shout from the other room bursts through the little bubble you’ve surrounded yourselves in, a grunt of annoyance slipping past his lips when he leans his forehead against yours. it takes him a full minute before he can turn away from you, but he keeps his fingers hooked in the loop of your jeans when he cracks the door open.

the warm light from the kitchen begins to spill into the closet, highlighting the curve of his broad shoulders and mussed curls. you have to physically restrain yourself from tugging him back in by the collar of his hellfire t-shirt.

“i’m workin’ on it!” eddie shouts, grabbing another packet of popcorn from the shelf beside him.

lord knows one bag wouldn’t be enough for everyone.

“can you grab some more mountain dew, too?” you hear dustin chime in, and you can see the flush of irritation creeping up his neck.

“mouse is already getting more from the garage!” sid retorts, and it’s followed by a light smacking sound which you can only assume is the brim of dustin’s hat being knocked off his head.

“bunch of greedy little gremlins,” eddie grumbles under his breath when he turns around to face you. “speaking of greedy…”

a look of mischief suddenly fills his eyes as he reels you back in, only stopping once your chest is flush against his own. he brushes his thumb over your glossy lips, a playful smirk stretching across his handsome face as he guides your head back.

“one more couldn’t hurt, right?”

it’s a damn miracle you made it out of that closet at all.

but now you’re frozen, a deer caught in the headlights as you sit opposite your brother in the living room. eddie’s eyes widen in alarm as they flick toward you, something that gareth doesn’t miss. 

“i’m not wearing lip gloss, dumbass,” eddie scoffs lightly, licking his lips before wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt.

“so, your spit is just pink and sparkly now, munson?” sid chimes in with a snort, but his amused expression begins to falter when his eyes wander over to you.

and suddenly it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room.

“no way…” sid scoffs, looking between the both of you with an expression that's a mixture of disbelief and betrayal. “there’s no fucking way.”

it’s undeniable. sid would recognize that guilty look on your face a mile away. but you aren’t kids anymore, and this isn’t the same as when you stole one of his cassette tapes without asking.  

“really, eddie?” he seethes, whipping around to glare at his best friend. “my sister? my little fucking sister?!”

before anyone can react, sid is hopping over the back of the couch and making a beeline for eddie. a calculated shove has him stumbling backward, the bowl of popcorn crashing to the ground and spilling across the hardwood. you rush to your feet in an instant, ignoring the glare your brother throws over his shoulder.

“sid, man…come on, let’s just talk about this.” eddie pleads, raising his hands in surrender.

“talk about what? that you’ve been screwing my sister behind my back?” he hisses and his hands curl into fists at his sides, a pair of talons ready to strike. “or that you both have been lying to me about this for months?”

“we wanted to tell you,” you interject, attempting to put some distance between them but sid just shrugs you off.

“so, what is it then?” sid continues as though you had never spoken, shoving eddie back another step. “is it some weird fucking conquest for you? she’s my baby sister, eddie.”

“it’s…it’s not like that, man,” eddie insists, his eyes finding yours over sid’s shoulder. “i love—”

you hear the sickening crack before you see it, as sid’s fist collides directly with eddie’s nose. a deadly hush falls over the room when eddie slumps back against the wall, crimson droplets beginning to drip down his chin and soak into the worn cotton of his hellfire shirt.

“okay,” eddie mumbles, carefully wiping some blood away from his mouth. “guess i deserved that.”

“what the actual fuck is wrong with you?” your voice cracks as you push past him, putting yourself between the two males before your brother can cause any more damage. 

sid says nothing, just continues to glare at the two of you while you cup your hand over eddie’s nose in an attempt to slow the bleeding. you peer past your brother’s looming form and into the living room, where the startled eyes of the hellfire members greet you. 

“are you all just going to sit there and stare? or can someone get me a towel and some ice?” 

your harsh tone is what snaps them out of their joint stupor, and dustin hurries into the other room with a queasy looking jeff hot on his heels. 

“…so we aren’t finishing the campaign?” mike asks quietly. 

“fuck the campaign.” sid responds with a sneer, storming past you both and slamming the front door behind him without another word. 

“well…” eddie says after a moment, sliding down the wall until he hits the ground with a soft thud. “that went better than i expected.” 

“better?” you ask with an exasperated laugh. “how was that better, eddie?” 

but your boyfriend just peers up at you with a crooked grin, still devastatingly handsome despite the blood smeared across his upper lip. 

“sid didn’t kill me…that’s gotta count for something, right?” 

you let out a soft sigh before sinking to your knees, lightly bumping your forehead against his. 

“you’re an idiot,” you mumble fondly. 

“i love you, too,” he replies. 

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I'd like oatmeal and waffles with chocolate chips and strawberry syrup with Billy Knight

Thank you for ordering, welcome to our Cafe, Billy is ready for you

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The store was quiet when you walked in, but the dodgy ally pharmacy would do that to a business.

Still, it was the closest drugstore within walking distance from your apartment, and desperate times called for desperate measures. Your period was due any day now, and only this morning did you realize your supply of pads and tampons had run dry. A quick trip downtown seemed like a simple fix.

You made your way toward the baby and women’s aisle, the familiar layout guiding you automatically. As you scanned the shelves for your usual brand, a sneeze echoed from the next aisle over. 

You didn’t think much of it at first.

But then came another. And another. Sharp little sneezes, followed by hoarse coughs and the faintest sound of someone groaning under their breath- like they were trying not to be heard.

Whoever was over there wasn’t just under the weather. They sounded like they were falling apart.

But again, it wasn’t really your business, maybe it was allergies, so you left it alone until you started walking to the counter.

Then you stopped.

May as well stock up on Advil, right?

So, you went to the Medicine aisle, the sneezing starting up again as you approached, finding the culprit right there, a large coat over his figure as he looked down at the load of bottles in his hand, he had dropped a few and tried to pick them up, only for more to fall, he looked awful.

But then he looked up quickly, sensing your presence beside him and he straightened up, still holding the remaining bottles in his hand as he sniffled violently.

His eyes were hung low, his nose red, and his lips slightly agape and his skin so pale, the fluorescent pharmacy lighting probably helping out with the whiteness of his flesh, the thin layer of sweat covering his forehead and neck shimmering

Apart from him looking so sick, he actually looked good, his hair looking less greasy and mangled then it used to. There were no scratches to his hand and no fresh wounds to his hands.

You cursed yourself for searching with what was better in him.

Maybe because that was solely the reason why you had to break up with him all those months ago, you felt so guilty, but it really had to be done.

His health was breaking the both of you apart, you having to constantly look after him and him pushing you away, it was hurting the both of you, and he knew that, that’s why he agreed, being the one to apologise for what he did, even when he did nothing wrong.

It wasn’t his fault, you never would have blamed him, but it was eating away at you every day you were with him, you never felt like you were helping.

Only making it worse.

But maybe this proved it, That he was better off without you, and you hated to admit it, but that made you feel slightly better for calling it off.

“Billy?” you called, it coming out as more of a question as he looked away from you.

Mumbling a quick “hi…”, he put most of the bottles back on the shelf to pick the rest up off the squeaky clean tiled floor.

You watched as he sniffled and rubbed him nose with his shirt sleeve

“Are you alright, Billy?” you questioned as you approached his faulty frame.

He nodded quickly, trying to pass it off “I’m fine, I promise” 

He always used to say that, it was his way of saying ‘please leave me alone’ without actually saying it to hurt your feelings.

But you knew he wasn’t ok. Not with the way he kept sneezing

“You shouldn’t be here, you should be in bed resting…” 

You probably shouldn’t have, but you took it upon yourself to take the back of your hand to his forehead, checking his temperature, finding him feeling hot, he definitely had a cold. And shouldn’t be here

“Needed medicine…” He sniffled, having a bottle of anti-biotics in his hand

You took your hand back and frowned at the bottle, feeling slightly amused

“Probably wouldn’t want that bottle then, can I?” You smiled, taking the bottle away from his shaking grasp

“Why not?” he asked you, a frown on his face

“You have a cold, Billy, antibiotics don’t help with that” You state, looking over the shelf for what would work better

Grabbing the small bottle of nasalspray, you smile, handing it to him “this is better, you just need to pray it up your nose” 

You figured it would be better than a pill, knowing he can’t swallow those.

He frowns to himself as he looks down at what you gave him, 

Why were you helping him? 

It was strange to him, but he thanked you deeply in his head, blinking at you blankly as he got ready to sneeze, his eyes fluttering and his nose flaring, his shoulders tensing as you pulled out a hanky- holding it out for him, to which he immediately took just as he sneezed

“You can keep it” you winced, looking as he pulled the cloth away from him, the string of yellow-green snot covering the purple linen

He sniffled and nodded slowly

It was silence for a second before you wondered out loud “Billy, why are you alone? Where’s Jimmy, he should be taking care of you” 

He only shrugged, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

You sighed and tapped your foot on the ground, thinking for a moment, he should be taken care of.

“C’mon” You placed your hand on the back of his shoulder and dmade him walk with you to the counter, completely forgetting about the pills you needed, blinded by the reflex to look after him.

He slightly moved away from your hand.

Billy was nervous- that was an understatement, he was way more than that, he was almost shitting himself, and it wasn’t just because he’s sick, but you being so close to him is sending him reeling, He missed your loving arms, keeping him from any harm.

But that was the thing, nothing was causing him pain, it was just him.

And you could never save him from himself, that’s why he let you leave, you were digging at yourself for not being able to help him.

And he regretted not helping you all these months of not being able to be with you.

But he forced himself to be better. For you- but for him.

For him to be better for you

That’s all he’s wanted ever since he let you leave, for you to come back.

But it was for the best, but having you want to take care of him again, even for 5 minutes, it wants him to have you back again.

He’s better, he promises.

But Billy is still Billy, and he shrinks at physical touch, it’s always been that way.

He’s admit he was getting better at it when you had been dating, but it’s been so long since then he’s forgotted and his brain short circuited 

“Sorry” you muttered, taking his nasal spray and putting it on the counter with your product, paying for both despite him trying to get your attention to stop.

But you were happy to, so you walked out with him on your trail, trying to talk to you.

He was still sneezing, and you didn’t trust him to get home safely, only because he’s sick, So you leave the alleyway and look around then back at him

“Where do you live?” You asked, wanting to take him home

“Huh?” he shied away, looking down as he blinked 

“Well- do you still live with Jimmy?” 

He shook his head slowly, mumbling something that you couldn’t hear over the city night

“Pardon?” You step closer to him, leaning your ear closer to him.

“Jimmy kicked me out…” he repeated barely above a whisper. 

You raised your eyebrows “what? When?!” 

He blinked and his head jerked, you didn’t mean to push him, but it didn’t seem like you didn, more so the topic of his brother “after you left me..” 

Your eyebrows knitted together and you nodded once, you’re mind made up to take him to wherever he is staying 

“C’mon, I’ll take you, show me where you stay” You took his hand, waiting for him to start walking but he only froze up, looking down at your hands

“No” He said

“I want to take you home, Billy, Nothing else, I want to make sure you’re taken care of. You are sick and have no one to look after you, I’m going to, ok?” you stood your ground, not sure if you were overstepping as his ex-girlfriend or not.

He was silent as he started walking right, His hand never holding your hand back, back that was fine to you. It was usually like that.

He sniffled again, then coughed.

You took off your scarf around your neck and wrapped it around his shoulders as you walked with him, briefly taking your hand away from his, making sure he’s nice and warm.

When you brought your hand back, he held it, intertwining your fingers, his grip tightening when he sneezed once, and twice, thrice, and four times.

Then sniffled.

He didn’t make conversation, but by the cold night air, the cold was definitely worsening, his voice sounding funny and hoarse, his nose blocked as he kept coughing and sneezing all the way to a building across town, it was a sketchy neightbourhood, you knew that, but you probably got it because it was cheap, the bricks mouldy and run-down as he lead you up the stairs.

Then through the door, then up a few flights of stairs, then down a hall, yelling and screaming coming from his neighbours, and to a door, 3E

He fumbled with his keys before coughing into his elbow again, you taking his keys to help him.

You flicked through the keys, waiting until he gave a nod to say that was the key.

It was a small studio apartment he was living in, the wallpaper peeling, but it was his home, even if it looked like no one lived there, there was no photos, nothing on the walls, no trinkets on the coffee table, but you saw the wood carvings and shaving in a corver, planks of wood stacked up beside it with his knives on a blanket a food away.

His bed was probably the best thing in the room, looking half-way decent as he found his way to the edge, kicking off his shoes and shoving them under the bed.

You made your way to his bed as he stood up again.

But you gently pushed him back down

“Lay down, Billy, you need to rest.” 

He tried to protest before you gave him the nasal spray in the plastic back on your shoulder.

Cough.

Sniffle.

“Fine.”

You watching him read the bottle, squinting before turning on the lamp on his night stand, reading the instructions before opening and using it, he winced and rubbed his nose, looking up at you as you sat on the foot of his bed

“Do you have an ac in here? A heater?” 

He shook his head no

“Is this the only blanket you have?” you asked, noticing the thin material he’s put himself under.

He shook his head no

“Where are the others?” 

“The couch” he coraked out.

You looked forward to the couch, getting up and only walking a few steps to grab another blanket, feeling the slightly thicker duvet.

You stretched it out to throw on his bed, watching him put the spray on the nightstand, laying back as you placed it atop the other blanket, tucking him in and sitting on the edge, closer to his torso than his feet now, touching his forehead again.

You frowned and looked at his sweet face, his sweet sick face.

“Do you have food?” you wondered, letting your hand racing down his face to stroke his cheek.

He only shrugged.

You sighed and pulled away, getting up to go to the kitchenette, opening drawers and cabinets, finding a few packets of instant soups, you smiled tightly and weighed your options.

Onion.

Potato leak.

Tomato.

You grabbed the tomato and threw the packet on the counter, going through the kitchen to find a pot to fill with water.

Cough.

Sniff.

You brought a small pot to the sink, filling it up before turning the stove on, letting it warm up as you turned to him.

Sneeze.

Sneeze.

Sneeze.

Groan. 

You walked back over and crouched down beside the bed, reaching up hesitantly to brush the hair out of his face as you leaned your chin on the mattress 

“Are you alright, Billy?” 

Sniffle. 

“‘M finee, promise, not that sick” 

His words were slurred from drowsiness and sickness

“I’m not talking about you being sick, honey” You let your nickname for him slip, but he didn’t seem fazed, only a slight hum and shift in his position “I mean in general, have you been ok? What have you been up to?” 

“Nothing” He responded lazily “‘miss you”

You let your face relax at his words. It must be the tiredness taking over his body, but it makes your heart flutter.

You miss him too. You miss this, taking care of him.

“You seem better” You stated

“I am…feel better too” He smiled weakly

You hummed and stood up, going back to making his soup, pouring the packet in.

He really did seem better, not that you could judge off today, but if he believes he is, you do too.

You wait for the soup to thicken when you grab a glass and fill it up with water from the run-down tap that squeaked when you turned the nob.

He deserves so much better than this place.

Sneeze.

Sneeze.

Yelling from a few doors down.

Sniffle.

Groan in pain.

You went back over to his bed and placed the water down on the table, helping him sit up with a hand placed on his lower back and arm, he still had your scarf on.

It made you smile.

His hazy eyes met yours and dropped down, exploring your face like he’s never seen you before.

“Please” he mumbled

“Hm? What do you need, honey?” you questioned, ready to tend to his every need

“You” he said

“Huh?” you gaped, surprised

“I said tissues, please” 

You could have sworn he said you, he didn’t say that much, but maybe it’s only because you’re tired too.

“Sure, Billy” 

You follow to where he’s pointing at you and you grab the box of tissues, noticing how light it felt.

But you gave it to him nonetheless, hearing the bubbling from the pot on the stove.

You stirred the soup with a wooden spoon and tasted it.

He needs better food. You thought to yourself.

You poured it into a bowl and fanned your hand over it as you brought it over to him, trying to cool it down by blowing on it.

“It’s hot” You mentioned as he shuffled on the bed, leaving space for you

“You didn’t have to do all this” he whispered

Sneeze.

Sneeze.

Sniffle.

“I wanted to…wanted to know how you were” you shrugged, placing the bowl down on the nightstand.

He shuffled away again.

You shuffled closer.

“Don’t wan’na make you sick” he whined

“I don’t care, Billy” You sat beside him, shuffling between him and the nightstand pushed up against the bed.

His shoulder hit the wall as he shuffled away, trying not to give you his sickness until you pulled him closer

“Do you have a headache? D’you want panadol?” you questioned 

“No” 

“Do you need anything?” You nudged his sock-covered foot with yours, watching him trying to stay awake

Cough.

Sniffle.

“You” 

Sniffle.

Cough.

Groan.

“I need you…” he mumbled, his voice becoming more muffled due to his blocked nose he can’t seem to blow out with the tissue

“I’m right here, Billy” You pat his knee.

“Need you back…with me” he corrected himself, leaning closer as he started to doze off, leaning his head on your shoulder.

You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, rubbing his clothed arm 

“I’m with you, Honey” you said, kissing his forehead.

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AMI'S FIC EVENT

hello everybody! I've been seeing a lot of others doing this type of thing and I really wanted to give it a go, I personally have seen it from @keeryhours and @rebelfell, so go check out theirs if you haven't

So, Welcome to...

if you haven't seen or read these, all you need to do is request your main dish and a topping, with who you want your server to be, drinks are optional for an extra piece to the type of fic you want

To order, go to my owlery here! and say something like;

Hi, I'd like to order French toast with cinnamon and fresh juice with Steve Harrington, please

And you'd get a meet cute with Older!Steve Harrington that leads to smut.

fyi- if you aren't following me, just to let you know I do only write for fem!reader and sometimes gn!reader, So I apologise if you want Male!reader, but I just don't write for that.

^That being said, if you want a character from stranger things that isn't on the menu, I'll do any Joseph Quinn Character and most of Joe Keery's as well!

Cafe orders are limited so get it before my shop closes, Thank you for visiting.

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https://www.tumblr.com/georgeweasleyslostearhq/781778170766557184/eddie-headcannon?source=share

and history would repeat itself 6 years later when Call On Me by Eric Prydz would come out lol

oh totally, the mv would on all the time, keep in mind he'd be thirty-something and everyone would be weirded out by it because they know why he's watching it.

Best believe it would happen for destiny's child bootylicious in 2001, only skipping to see the twerking.

singing the chorus over and over and over again until the others call him out of it.

He denies it still.

After being caught a few times, he decides to hide it, no more singing it out loud.

So, we never know if he did the same thing to Pussycat dolls Don't cha in 2005 because that chorus in the mv showed the best stuff

Honourable mention: Milkshake by Kelis - but everyone was obsessed with that music video, so he had no shame hiding it.

Steve liked it, Robin loved it, and Nancy...Well Nancy came out to that music video but that's a story for another time

What can I say, Eddie is a straight perv, so you better stop making horny music videos because you know he's going to ruin it for everybody.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

Eddie headcannon

Now, we've all had the discussion about Eddie's music taste, how he'd like nothing like metal, and God forbid the people that ever said he'd like arctic monkeys (I never agreed to that)

And I'm not sure if I've outwardly said I headcannon this, but I do see him listening to some blues songs because it reminds of him of his mother- but I won't get into that full headcannon I gave him cause that's not the point of this.

But if he lived long enough for it, he would have absolutely loved macarena.

Everything about it.

He would have found it so funny.

Especially after the craze about it in '96 when the bayside boys remix came out, everyone was talking about it.

He wouldn't care about it, he never would until he was hanging out with Steve, and he put on the music video.

Let's just say Eddie is a perv, and couldn't get the music video out of his head.

For. Months.

He'd be mumbling it under his breath for ages, embarrassed and defend his life is someone caught him singing it.

I don't care if you don't agree.

He'd love Macarena

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOE. MY LOVE

I miss him

🥲

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

VOODOO KISSES (I miss you)

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem! Summary: It's been a month since you graduated and you haven't seen Eddie since, you thought he must have left, until you bump into Wayne, and he tells you otherwise Warnings: a few swears but nothing i don't think?

sorry for the late update, i had bad writers block and had absolutely no idea where this series was going, figured it out hehe, thank you for your patience.

hope you like it!

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A job was a nice way to start your life, free from school, you could save money to find somewhere to live on your own, maybe get out of this shitty town.

Just like Eddie did, gone to find success and be a big rockstar, you figured it wouldn't be long until you heard his name on the radio as you drove to the diner.

You often thought about him, nothing much, just what he was doing during that time or if he was thinking about you too.

If he was having fun, you hope he was, it would make you feel less guilty for pushing him away.

He'd be having more fun wherever he is than he'd ever have with you.

But you just wondered sometimes, if he was serious about you, if he really wanted you to be his girl.

Sometimes you wish you didn't send him away, you curse yourself for always speaking before you think, it was a disease, you swore, but you always say it's your gut speaking for you, your heart talking.

Thats why you always back yourself up, if you hadn't had so much pride, you would have apologised, told him the five words he wanted to hear you say.

You'd say 'I want you to stay'

But alas, you'd cut your own tongue off so you couldn't if it didn't hurt so bad.

Maybe you'd meet him somewhere if you save enough to leave, you'd go to LA just to find him and apologise, maybe kiss him if he managed to still be single.

Which is why you go to your minimum wage job with a smile, your apron tight around your waist as you enter through the back, greeting Larry, the chef.

It wasn't so bad, you probably got more tips than you actually got paid, thanks to the middle-aged creepy men who liked to stare at your tits through the thin pastel yellow button up.

And not to forget the nice old lady who comes in every Wednesday and tips you a 40 every time, she was sweet. But you'd probably cry if she mentioned her grandson your age one more time.

It was a kind gesture, really, trying to set you up, but you just weren't interested.

You don't know when you would be, maybe never.

But ever since Eddie walked away from you, you realised you shouldn't have denied it for so long.

You liked him, a lot.

But it's too late. The damage was done.

You put the kettle on and went to the front, swapping shifts with your co-worker as they leave saying a quick hello-goodbye as you cleaned up a few tables.

It was right after the lunch rush, so it was pretty dead.

You loved when it was like this, you'd sit at the counter, or lean over the pass and talk to Larry, he was a grumpy guy, but he always had a sweet spot for the servers, a sweet man overall, but God help you if he's angry.

You've never seen it, but you'd heard the stories from your co-workers from before you were hired, and you prayed it would never happen to you.

You served a few customers before you saw a familiar face that made you gape in surprise.

He sat down at the stool by your left, not opting for a booth as he looked up at the menu above your head.

You gave him a few minutes before grabbing your paper and pencil, awkwardly making your way over to him as he looked down at the newspaper, glasses low on his nose as he read.

You put your customer service voice on, not knowing if he'd even remember you.

"afternoon, sir, how may I help you?" You asked sweetly, watching as he looked up, a frown on his face as he pinpoints where he knows you from

He thought for a second before putting his search on a pause to order "just a coffee and cheeseburger- no pickles, thank you"

You smile and ring in the cheeseburger as you get the coffee pot and a mug.

He watched you as you poured the coffee, looking at the name tag before letting out a noise of acknowledgment "you're Ed's friend, aren't ya'?"

It was your turn to frown now

"I'm sorry?" You apologised for your composure that made the man feel as though he said something wrong

"Eddie's friend? You came over for his birthday, no?"

You nodded slowly, but your questions were then answered with his next response

"Why haven't I seen you in a while? I told him I'd leave you kids alone, kissing ain't that bad.."

You felt your cheeks go hot as you remembered the scene. How could you ever forget that night? You'd never get rid of the regret that followed it every time you thought about it. You should have told him you liked him too.. maybe then this conversation with his uncle wouldn't be so awkward.

"Oh, right..um.." you started, sighing deeply as you tried to come up with a reason that wouldn't make you sound like a total and utter bitch.

You found no such excuse.

"You should come over for dinner" the man nodded his head, already confirming the dates in his mind.

You shook yours, taking the coffee pot back to its spot as he racked his brain.

He should be free on Wednesday, wait no, Bill had him cover his shift, no Wednesday

"You want to have dinner with just me?" You questioned, a hand placed on your hip as you leaned your hip on the counter, an eyebrow raised as you wondered why on earth Uncle Wayne would want to have dinner with you.

He was a kind man, rough around the edges, but not one-on-one dinner type of guy

He tilted his head, him now being the confused one

"I ain't saying it's just us, neither of us want that, trust'me" He spoke heavily, but which a light chuckle, taking the coffee mug into his hands and taking a sip.

It wasn't that hot, cooled down from sitting there for a while, but he seemed satisfied, or just didn't want to point out the fact it was probably the worst cup of coffee he's ever had.

But if it was- he was good at not showing it.

But that was besides the point.

His words stuck with you.

"Oh...is Eddie back?" You asked.

He didn't get time to respond before the food bell rang, to which you turned around and grabbed the plate.

It wasn't the worst looking burger, but Wayne didn't have much to compare it to.

You placed the plate right in front of him as he moved the newspaper out of the way

"Did he have fun? any record deals yet?" you wondered out loud

You didn't mean to pry; it wasn't your business. What Eddie did with his life didn't have anything to do with you anymore, and best believe it was your fault for that.

You couldn't help it, you just needed to know what he was up to.

But it was strange to only be gone a month. Maybe he didn't enjoy it like you thought he would.

"Unless he went somewhere I don't know, then, no"

You leaned against the counter again, fully facing the man as he took a bite of his burger.

You concluded that He was joking, he must have been, because how could he not know about his nephews' dreams of being a Rockstar?

You only knew Eddie for a short few months and knew about it, so how could the man that basically raised him not know about it?

He was joking

But you were still left confused

"So, isn't he in LA?" you asked, giving him a knowing look he definitely didn't pick up on as he looked up at you

"Who told you that?" Wayne scoffed, sipping his coffee shortly before bringing it down again, a slight look of amusement on his face

No one had told you that, mostly because you haven't seen anyone since you graduated last month.

It was just what you assumed.

"He's still here?"

"doesn't want to leave" he said like it was the most causal thing in the world, like he had no clue about Eddie's rants about wanting to get the fuck out of there.

But why on earth would he change his mind about that?

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Eddie didn't have much to do now that he didn't have to go to school.

For a while he would just stay in the trailer, sulking, missing you for whatever reason until he wasn't upset anymore, this was all you, you pushed him away.

No, he wasn't upset.

He wasn't even mad.

He had no feelings towards it. he was indifferent.

Which is probably the worst out of all the things he could be.

Because one, Eddie was very expressive, he always had feelings or opinions on every matter, but with you, it was like he purposely locked you away in his head, now you were out of sight, out of mind.

Well, not entirely the latter part of that saying, he still thought about you sometimes, there were just no feelings behind the thoughts, he would just picture your pretty smile and that would be it.

He was lost inside his room.

Lost inside his head

He closed his eyes and fled, the image of him being a Rockstar slowly fading away with every day he spends in Hawkins, He knows he should get out.

What would the rants about leaving be for if he continued to stay? he had to make a point.

But every time he imagined himself on stage, His mind couldn't help but torture him with the sight of you with him.

It just wasn't fair.

You had to have done voodoo shit on him.

and that shit is something not even Eddie messes with, he's terrified of voodoo, but you've done it. He knows you have.

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If you had known Eddie was still in Hawkins, you wouldn't have spent so long wishing you had given him a kiss goodbye, made him promise to come back.

You wish you would have known earlier, maybe it would have made it easier to apologise.

Because now time has passed and everything has set in, probably unable to be fixed.

He wouldn't accept your apology now.

But he might have if you said sorry a month ago.

Better yet, you could have just not said what you did.

But this was good news. He was still here.

And for whatever reason he was still here gave you hope.

You missed him, how could you not? he accepted you when no one else did.

Which is maybe why you decided to go to the record store, just to reminisce in the music that might bring you closer to him.

You knew you couldn't see him, it was like an unspoken rule, but nobody ever said you weren't allowed to think about him.

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Wayne still never got the hint that you two weren't friends anymore, which is evident to not only you, but now to Eddie as Wayne comes into the trailer only two days after your encounter with a smile that silently said 'I like to meddle with things'

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I saw your friend the other day" He spoke, putting him bag down by the door, because for some reason, the honeycombs his nephew was eating reminded him of the diner.

"Which one?" Eddie said with his mouth full of the cereal

Wayne tried thinking, he really did, but he shrugged "dunno, the girl"

Eddie paused his chewing for a moment to swallow, looking at his uncle like he had something up his ass

He had forgotten to tell Wayne about your broken friendship. maybe out of embarrassment when having to admit he liked you, and you well, Eddie still isn't sure what you felt towards him.

Every time Eddie thought he had you figured out, you did something to throw him completely off track until all he knew is that you were using him to get by in the last few months of school.

He was the only person to take you under his wing because for one, he felt guilty, and two, well...

You were just really pretty

But all you wanted was to have 'friends' for the last part of your school life.

He gets it, he's fine with being the pawn in that game, it's not like he's never been used before, he can handle it, doesn't mean he has to paint you in a bad light, no.

He just chooses not to think about it, it was better like that.

So now, life had sprung him into telling the truth

"We aren't friends, Wayne" the boy started, awkwardly scratching his hand, already feeling uncomfortable with his conversation

"Oh no, of course you ain't. I never thought for a second friends kiss each other like I caught you two doin'" Wayne raised an eyebrow, moving past his nephew to the fridge, grabbing a bear before heading to the couch.

Eddie was mortified, blushing furiously "No, Wayne, as in I haven't seen her since graduation"

Now it was Wayne's turn to look at him strangely.

"Now why the 'ell is that?"

Eddie shrugged "just...didn't stay in touch"

Wayne wasn't an idiot, he knew when to stop asking questions. which he reluctantly did, but not without a last comment

"Well, this is awkward' I invited her to dinner" the old man sighed as he opened the beer, flicking on the television as he put his feet up on the old coffee table as the younger Munson's almost chocked on cereal, his eyes popping out of his head

"You did what!?"

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The record store was quiet, but it usually was on a Wednesday afternoon. It was actually quiet most of the time, which was nice.

You didn't have to squeeze past anyone to get to the shelf you wanted, and only a few people stared at you when you made your way towards the metal section, the dust still prominent in the sign.

But unlike any other time, you imagined it or waited until everyone was gone, you just didn't care.

If it meant you'd get to be in any way, shape or form closer to Eddie, you'd do it.

You didn't exactly know what you were looking for,

Probably anything he's ever mentioned- if you could even remember

nothing else had worked out for you, you've tried many things just to get a feel of him in any way you can, but nothing can capture the sting of the guilt you feel for letting him 'leave'

The fair might not have been a wise decision when you look at you now, but you don't regret it, it was probably the best decision you ever made in high school, all you could ever think about from that day is the slight moment where his eyes lit up every time he looked at you, you saw it now. How he felt.

You flicked through the CDs and tapes, searching for something that catches your eye.

They didn't have much, not a wide variety like any pop or country genre

looking through all of them, you focused on names first, Motörhead, Judas Priest, Black sabbath, Metallica, Iron maiden, Wasp, and Dio.

You'd heard or Metallica and Wasp, remembering the music he played for you, Wild child playing as he drove you to his graduating party at the trailer.

And you remember Dio, that beautiful image of him at the fair wearing that Dio shirt with ripped sleeves imprinted in your mind.

So, it was safe to say that Wasp and Dio were the way to go.

The options were limited, only two different albums, one with a picture of a man struggling in water with a somewhat demon behind him, and the other one a faded orange so worn out you could barely see the same demon and figures in the foreground on the cover.

You went with the first one, deciding you liked the cover better than the other one and them immediately finding the one album that you could never get off your mind ever since you saw it for the first time all those months ago.

The album that basically started it all. The fantasies, the fascinating, the wonders.

The scary man on the cover stared at you, almost mockingly as you slowly picked it up. But you smiled, the last command, you were sure you were going to love it, if he did, you would most likely find the courage to as well.

You compared the two CD's in your hand and nodded, feeling happy in yourself as you walked up to the counter.

You still felt the stares at the back of your head as you waited for the worker to acknowledge you, but you didn't mind, what's a few more people to settle you as a freak?

You cleared your throat, and the worker looked up from the magazine he was reading, looking at the discs you've placed on the counter before raising an eyebrow as he examined you

"These aren't really meant to be bought... nobody buys them" he said dully, sitting up in his chair

"Then you should probably take them off of the shelves" you smiled brightly "how much do I owe you?"

He rang you in and deadpanned "16.47"

You paid happily and thanked him, feeling oddly proud of yourself as you backed up, turning around when you bumped into a hard chest, making them groan deeply, your CD's dropping just as you backed up.

You gaped as he bent down, picking them up for you as you stared at him, him pausing him movements halfway up as he looked at the music you bought.

You weren't ready, you weren't ready at all to see that soft face that was now frowning as he looked up before straightening his composure.

A slight flare to his nose and his eyes dropped more than they usually would. He definitely wasn't ready to see you either, you presumed

There was a slight glare to his eyes as you held out the CDs to you.

"Thank you..." you muttered as you took them, hating the way you couldn't look at him.

All your pride and confidence completely washed away by his stare

After a month of thinking he was gone, as soon as you find out he isn't, you see him? what bullshit was that?

It was silence before he spoke up quietly "I take it I rubbed off on you, huh?"

You could barely hear him with how quiet he was, making you finally look at him in the eye

You only nodded

He nodded slowly, and you noticed his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek as he stepped away, brushing past you, deciding that was it

And it was. You agreed as you walked out of the store, you mind telling you to go back and finally apologise.

But you couldn't go back in there.

So, you stood outside

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Eddie didn't want to see you. Well, actually, that's not the truth.

He was fine with not seeing you.

But now that he has, it's hit a spot he didn't want to be touched again, you just had to look so good and be buying metal tapes? what was up with that?

He mentally cursed himself for talking, for even helping you pick them up, he shouldn't have even left the trailer today, but he just had to get away from the awkward conversation with Wayne.

Also, what were the fucking chances he sees you for the first time in a month right after talking about you.

That was the voodoo shit he was talking about, and it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up at the thought of your magic.

He wasn't there for a while; he looked for a few moments before deciding enough was enough, you probably cursed the store, he needed to get out before it seeped through his veins.

But in all seriousness, seeing you ruined his mood, it wasn't you fault for bumping into you, he'll give you that, you didn't want to see him as much as he was fine with not seeing you, but now he's going to spiral back into thinking about you for ages and he'd rather get away from that right now.

What he didn't expect was to be bombarded at his van with you standing there, your foot tapping on the concrete

He stood a few feet away and stayed there

'ok...what's up with that?' he asked himself before slowly making his way over

"Hi" you spoke hushly

"Hi" he parroted

You took a short breath as you looked down "I thought you were in LA.."

"I bet that's where you want me too, huh?" he spat

He didn't mean to, but then again, some part of him needed to get that out

You tried to talk but nothing came out so, you settled for scratching your arm nervously

"I saw Wayne the other day" you mentioned, not sure why you felt the need to even say that, especially with the way Eddie responded

"Oh yeah, I heard" he nodded "I wouldn't take him up on that offer for dinner if I were you"

You chuckled dryly.

Eddie would go right about now, drive off and leave you with that, but seen as thought your blocking the driver's side door, he's a bit stuck

And unlike any other jerk, he would rather almost anything than put his hands on you.

Not because he would be grossed out, but because he doesn't want to hurt you, not that he probably could with just a light shove.

His tone let you know he wasn't ready to talk to you as he spat out every word

"I know you're mad-" you started before he shook his head

"'m not mad, nothing to be mad about, but you know what? I was just on my way to pack to head off, got a great record deal I gotta show up to, it's so far away you'll probably never see you again" He deadpanned, his tone nothing but sarcasm

"Ok..." you nodded, understanding his want for you gone

"Should have left ages ago, actually, just like you told me to, should have fucked right of-"

"So why didn't you?" you asked.

It was just a simple question, so why did it anger him so much?

"pardon?" he blinked, his jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed deeply

"Why didn't you leave?" you asked again

Eddie went silent, he wasn't ready to answer that question, because there was no answer.

He doesn't have one yet.

He doesn't know why he's still here, in Hawkins, In the trailer, In front of you and not in a recording studio.

He just never left.

He's not sure why.

It was your voodoo shit, you're making him stay, he concluded once again, that was the answer.

Realising he didn't have an answer, you opted for another comment, just wanting it out there.

You wanted him to know.

He had to know.

You didn't expect him to say it back, but you had to admit it.

"I missed you"

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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

HII GUYS

I am alive, and I apologise for not updating my 'kiss you' series, I'm having writers block right now and it is PAINFUL,

in in the state of mind with this series that even I don't know what's going to happen and I don't want to rush it and create something back that you guys will not like.

I've also changed my theme! hope you like it.

but yes, I am trying my hardest,

thank you for your support and patience.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

And before anyone asks me.

No, I will not be writing for this movie.

Apologies.

I really don't care what any of you say

Warfare.

It was so different from all the war movies I've seen and I've seen a LOT.

I wont go into detail and try to describe it because I know some of you will take it the wrong way and come at me but seriously

I've barely seen a war movie so in depth with the emotion and fear that the battle has on the characters or- people in the film.

I'm not going to say it was a great movie, because war is not great

But the way it displayed was amazing.

And A+ for nothing being glorified

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

I really don't care what any of you say

Warfare.

It was so different from all the war movies I've seen and I've seen a LOT.

I wont go into detail and try to describe it because I know some of you will take it the wrong way and come at me but seriously

I've barely seen a war movie so in depth with the emotion and fear that the battle has on the characters or- people in the film.

I'm not going to say it was a great movie, because war is not great

But the way it displayed was amazing.

And A+ for nothing being glorified

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

He can be my knight in shining armour any day

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

YESS THANK YOUUU. Love you for this 😘😘😘😘

Next caller.

《 Pairings: College!Eddie Munson x shyfem!reader

《 Summary: Eddie hosts a late night radio show for his college campus, where he discusses various different topics. He's mostly known for his DnD and sex talk segments. You've been a long-time listener who works up the courage to finally call in for some help.

《 Warnings: Smut, 90s!Eddie, he's around 24 here. Phone sex, dirty talk, voyeurism, masturbation (female), sex toys. Eddie refers to the reader as sweetheart, good girl, and Miss caller. I didn't want to use y/n, so he's given you some pet names instead.

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A/N: Please reblog, comment, and like to show support. Not proofread. Please ignore mistakes.

18+ no minors

Year 1990

Eddie was in his final semester of college with a very popular radio show. He became pretty much well-known on campus overnight. His radio show is known as "The Munson Experience," and it slowly became an overnight hit.

Fans of DnD tuned in for his hour of lore telling and tips on how to build up your fantasy world. Metal heads tuned in for his controversial opinions on bands. Others listened specifically for his special segments in regard to the topic of sex. Boyfriends called for advice on dating and different ways to get their girls off. Girlfriends called him to give thank you's and ask what they could do to repay the favor. He would have callers tell him their most outrageous stories.

Eddies show became popular very fast after he introduced his sex segment. He even became some what of celebrity at your college. He never used a different name or tried to use any type of anonymity. He didn't care if people knew him for his show or even liked him for it.

He was unapologetically himself at all times. You seen him around campus walking from one lecture to the next. Eddie would always wear an old band tee with the sleeves cut off, turning into a muscle tank. He liked showing off his tattoos. One arm fully covered in dark ink all the way down to the top of his hand. The other arm had a few tattoos scattered here and there. His hair was almost past his shoulders, and he had a small nose ring in his left nostril.

You'd always watch from afar as people would approach him to make small talk. The guys rushed over to invite him to their house partylies and girls giving out their personal phone numbers. It was no secret that Eddie knew how to please women. You heard the stories, and judging by his advice on his show, you believed them. He would even share his own personal hook up stories sometimes during the segment.

You and Eddie only ever had one class last semester together, but he never even made a single glance your way. You never approached him either, opting to just admire from distance and make your way to class. Every evening, you did, however, turn on the radio to listen to his show. Truthfully, you only listened to hear his voice. You had no idea what he was rambling on about most of the time, but you didn't care. His barritone voice was like warm honey to your ears. You found comfort in listening to him every night before bed. It was strange how the moment his show started, your stress of the day just melted away.

One day, you were going to call him for help about something you had never told anymore before. You already felt like you could trust him with this sort of thing. You were determined to speak to him even if you had to confess never having had an orgasm before. You don't know why you're putting so much trust into him, but you have.

You were desperate for his help and attention if you're going to be honest. You would lay in bed daydreaming about being in those other girls' shoes when he described what he did to them. How he would feel between your legs. Having his weight on top of you as you came undone beneath him.

Maybe you'll call in to his show tomorrow? What harm could it do? No one would even know it was you on the other line. You didn't have many friends on campus, so it's not like anyone would make the distinction so quickly. This would all be completely anonymous.

You just needed to speak with him. You never could work up the courage to talk to him in real life. You've always been too shy and easily intimidated. Eddie was a nice guy from what you could tell. There was nothing to be intimidated by at all. You would always get butterflies in your stomach when you saw him around. He made your stomach do flips when he flashed a smile, revealing the dimples in his cheeks. You could never work up the courage to ever approach him, so you just settle for your fantasies instead.

A few weeks went by, and you still haven't called. Not that you didn't try. You would call and hang up when you heard what you assumed was an assistant answer the phone. The moment you heard, "Thank you for calling in to the munson." You slammed the phone on the receiver. Not even letting the poor guy finish his sentence. This situation was driving you crazy you were convinced he could and would help with your problem. You assured yourself he was the only one who could because you didn't want anyone else to.

You mope around your shared home with your roommate, Monica. She could tell something was bothering you but never pressed on the issue. You two weren't the closest, but there was a mutual respect and love for one another. She'd try to get you to go out to parties with her but knew not to pressure you. The moment she heard a no, she left it at that, shrugging her shoulders and leaving you be.

"I can tell something is bugging you." she asked for the millionth time that week.

You sigh. "Im fine, I swear -- just little stressed." You put on a fake smile heading back to your room, leaving her to continue getting ready her date. Hoping she won't ask you again, you locked yourself away for the night. There was a light knock at your door, and you heard your roommates muffled voice from the other side. "I'll be back late. Get some sleep, okay?"

You ignore her as she leaves for the evening. Flopping yourself back against your pillows, you turned to look at your phone. Then, glance at your clock, it read 10:45 pm. It's almost time for his last segment of the night. Should you call? Would tonight be the night? You rolled over on your side, staring between the clock and your phone.

You sat up quickly, snatching the phone and dialing the numbers. Your heart already pumping with adrenaline when you hear the dial tone. A lump in your throat builds from nerves and excitement. Tonight was the night, and you were not going to chicken out this time. You hear the distinct voice on the other end of the call. "Thank you for calling into the munson experience. What are you calling in for."

You struggle to find your voice for a moment. The man on the other end is waiting for you to respond, and he almost hangs up, thinking it's another crank call. "I'm calling to speak to Eddie." You're voice barely even a whisper that you needed to repeat yourself three times. Eventually, they put you on hold while they got ready for his final segment. You exhale a deep breath you didn't even know you were holding in.

The sound of the music they put you on hold to cut off and your stomach drops. This was it you were finally going to do it. Not only were you going to speak to him, but you were also about to confess something that always made you feel embarrassed. You know it's nothing to be ashamed about truly. Judging by the countless women who called in with a similar problem looking for advice.

The music playing on the radio fades, and you hear him greet you."Hi, thank you for calling in. How can I be of assistance?"

You struggled to find your voice yet again.

"Hello? C'mon, don't be shy. This is a judgment free zone here." He leaned forward in his chair, getting closer to the microphone.

"Umm, hi, I was calling for something I think only you can help me with." You're clutching the phone in a tight grip against your ear. Your hands are shaking, and you hope no one can recognize you.

He leans back in his rolling chair. "And who am I speaking with."

"I....I'd rather not give you my name." You stammered. Your anxiety is building up, and you are so close to hanging up.

"That's okay. Well, keep this anonymous." He replied.

His brows raise for a moment as he listened to you talk. You sounded a little too familiar to him, and he has a sneaking suspension he might know who you are. He won't out you just in case he might be wrong and also respecting your wishes to remain anonymous.

You take a deep breath. "Well, you see, I've never...I don't know how to say this."

"You never what?" Have sex or something? " He asked, but his voice showed no emotions.

"No...I mean I'm not a virgin or anything like that. I just....I've had boyfriends, and anytime we did stuff, I never-- finished." You confessed to him.

His eyes widened for a moment, and he felt a pain of sadness in his heart. He could tell you were scared to reveal something so personal like that. Especially to him, a total stranger on a live radio show with hundreds of listeners. "You never had an orgasm before. Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

Pinching the bridge of your nose." Yes, that's what I'm telling you."

"Huh, okay, have you tried getting yourself off, at least?" He questioned, spinning around in his chair. His assistant, the other side of the room, listened Intently to the conversation.

"Well you see that's my problem anytime I tried to make myself cum I just kinda give up. I get so close and right when I'm there... I stop." You blurt out as you feel a weight being lifted from your shoulders.

He ponders for a moment before responding. "And how can I help you with this exactly? "

"Well, I was hoping you could guide me through it." Your face scrunching up as the words left your mouth. You knew this was a dumb idea from the start. He wasn't going to help you, and any moment now, you're waiting to hear him laugh at how ridiculous this is. There's a long, almost uncomfortable silence.

Eddie, on the other side of the line in his booth, is in utter disbelief. Sure, he definitely wants to guide you through that experience. What guy wouldn't? He just truly can not believe this was happening live on HIS show. His assistant kept mouthing no to him, knowing this could end badly. Eddie doesn't care he's doing it. He picks up his old bandana that's been discarded on the table and wipes sweat from his forehead. He nods back at the assistant, signaling hes going along with it whether people like it or not.

Picking up his yoyo, he props his feet up on the table in front of him. "You want me to help you cum?" Is that correct."

"Yes, that's what I want. I need you to help me any way you can." You're sounding more desperate than intended.

"Okay, well, miss caller. I think im the perfect guy for the job." He smiles tossing the yoyo back and forth to the palm of his hand.

You smile as the anxiety you felt early slowly fades away.

"What are we using tonight, sweetheart? Fingers or toys?" He asked tossing his yoyo aside.

"Umm, I have a toy I can use." You closed your eyes tight, answering his question.

"Do you want me to talk dirty to you while we do this, sweetheart? " He got his voice lower in the mic, causing your breath to hitch.

'Uhh, yes... I'd like that a lot, actually." You bite your lower lip, anticipating what he's planning.

A grin plastered on his face while his mouth gets unbelievably closer to the mic. His voice felt so close to your ear. Your skin prickles with goosebumps. "Are you laying back, sweetheart?"

"....uhh,yes, I'm laying in bed." Your voice shakey on the other end.

"Good girl, get nice and comfortable for me."

You involuntarily squeeze your thighs together when you hear him calling you a "good girl." You turn off your bedside light and let the warm glow from your candles set the mood.

"What are you wearing?" He asked, licking his lips.

"A shirt and panties." You replied, looking down at yourself.

"Yeah? wanna take those panties off for me." He continued on making his voice low and deep. Similar to his DM voice, he would put on during his DnD segments. A shiver runs down your spine, and you can feel yourself getting wetter. There is a small wet patch already forming on the thin lace material of your panties.

You moved and carefully dragged the delicate lace down your legs, tossing them across your room. "They're off."

"That's a good girl." He praised.

You lay there patiently waiting for him to continue.

"Can you be my good girl and grab that little toy you told me about?" He asked you, feeling himself growing hard as well. He still can't believe he's doing this but doesn't want to stop. "Do you have it?"

Reaching over to your bedside table, you open the drawer, grabbing the small vibrator.

"I got it." You whisper into the phone.

He readjusts in his seat, "Turn it on for me."

You do as he says and turn the small vibrator onto the lowest setting. That ball of nerves in the pit of your stomach creeps back in. You want to do this, but the thought of hundreds of people listening to you right makes you second guess the decision.

"On second thought, maybe this was a bad idea." You admit trying to fight back tears as a lump in your throat forms.

"No, no hey its okay. What's wrong?" He asked, sounding concerned.

"I--i just remembered there are people listening." You stumble over your words as you try not to cry. Feeling a little ridiculous that you're even going through with this.

He frowns to himself. " Listen, it's just me, and you okay? If you don't want to do this, I understand you can always hang up."

"NO!--I want to do this." You blurt out. Once again, there is a long pause as he's thinking of the right things to say. Eddie doesn't want to make you feel pressured. He wants this to be an enjoyable moment. "Shall we continue?"

"Yes, please." You spoke sofly.

"That's my good girl." He cooed.

You whimper lowly into the phone, but it doesn't go unnoticeable. He already knows how to get you riled up, and he hasn't even gotten started yet. "You like that, don't you?"

"You like it when I call you a good girl?" He teased.

You gulped into the phone." Yeah."

His assistant in the next room is chewing on his nails out of pure terror. He's never seen this happen before on a live radio show, and he just knows what a shit storm it could cause. Eddie doesn't seem to mind at all his focus and attention were strictly on you.

"I want you grab that toy and put it to your clit. Can you do that for me?" He gets his voice low again. Your nipples harden under the thin material of your shirt. You bring the vibrator to your sensitive bud and gasp when you feel the vibrations.

"Okay, sweetheart, now think of me between those thighs. Think of my lips wrapped around your clit sucking so so softly. Imagine my face buried between your legs.." He's breathing heavier into the mic. His cock getting painfully hard in his jeans "Are you thinking about it?"

"Mmm, y--yes I'm...I'm imagining you there." You gasp and moan in the phone.

"I know you must be soaked right now. I wish I was there with you, spreading you open with my tongue. I bet you taste so fucking good" He kept going his voice getting more seductive in your ear.

"Is this your first time thinking of me like this?"

A sly grin creeps up on his face as he probably already knows the answer.

"I bet you have. I'm sure you've seen me around our campus. You've probably wondered what it would be like having my thick cock deep inside you. I would make you cum so fucking hard." He's getting really into it now, and his heart races with excitement.

You sink further into your bed as the vibrator continues working on your clit. Your hips bucking up as you writhe on your blanks, taking in every word he spoke. The phone keeps falling from your ear the more relaxed you become. Your mind in a fog while you listen to him say the dirtiest things. No one has ever spoken to you like this before, not even your ex-boyfriends. "Hey, you there?"

You gasp, "Yes, I'm here."

"Great. I need you to try and keep the phone to your ear as best you can for this part. Now with your other hand, use your fingers to fuck yourself but keep that vibrator where it is, got it?" He sounded much more serious this time.

You kept the vibrator right where it was at while you gently brought two fingers to your entrance. You slide them between your wet folds, getting them covered in your juices. You bite your lower lip hard as you teased around your dripping pussy. You hear him groan in the other end of the phone and wonder if he's enjoying this just as much as you are. You gently dip your two fingers inside you, getting them as deep as they possibly could go. "Ooh! Fuck." You moaned in his ear.

"Yeah, that's it pretend your fingers are my cock sweetheart." His let out a shakey breath.

"I bet your so fucking tight. Just thinking about your tight pussy taking my cock is making me so hard." He's getting himself riled up.

He rubbs the back of his neck, trying to stay focused. "I'd have to take my time with you first. Working you open until you're ready to take all of me."

"Is it big?" You ask him meekly, panting into the phone while your fingers stretch you open.

"Fuck baby--id have you feeling so full." He groaned in the mic, struggling to keep himself composed. Clenching his jaw tight as he opens and closes his fists.

Eddies tries his best to resist rubbing himself over his jeans as he listened to you. He has to remember this isn't about him right now it's all about you. His sole purpose of the night is making you cum and he's determined you will.

Your fingers continue pumping in and out at a vigorous pace. The vibrator placed carefully on your sore bud while you try your best not to drop the phone again. "I can hear your dripping pussy from here."

His words turn you on even more, making you grow wetter for him. Your body is covered in beads of sweat as your face grows hot. Your pussy making a loud schlick noise with every pump of your fingers.

"Feel good?" He asked you with amusement etched in his tone.

"Yes, it feels so good." You let out weak pathetic response. "Oh my god!" You squealed into the phone. Desperately trying to keep it balanced between your head and shoulder. You're a moaning, whimpering mess, and you don't care how loud you're being. You've never felt like this before it's terrifying and thrilling all at the same time.

He laughs, rubbing his chin letting out a quiet grunt before speaking again, "You sound so sexy when you make those little noises."

His listeners are having a hard time distinguishing if he's getting himself off in the process or if he's just playing it up for the moment. They're used to his crazy antics, but this was something entirely new. They were all shocked and impressed they were getting to witness this.

Your fingers pumping harder as you curve them upwards to rub against that sweet spot on your walls. Your thighs shake as you arch your back off the bed. You imagined they were his cock instead pounding in and out of your pussy like this. You feel a tightness in your core building up, and you know you're getting close.

"You're getting close, aren't you?" He whispered seductively.

"S'close." You whined.

"That's it be a good girl and cum." Cum all over my cock." He groaned.

The vibrator on your clit helping to bring you closer to your release. You spread your legs them even further apart. You're moaning louder into the phone. You can't even hear Eddie's voice anymore. Fucking yourself with your fingers is becoming difficult the closer you are to your release. Your walls clenching up tightly around them, and your pulse quickening.

You plunge them in and out of your pussy faster. That coil in your tummy is getting tighter. The feeling is all too familiar, and you start to get scared. What if you can't get past this part? You're doubting yourself again. You let out a deep breath and relax your mind.

Your legs shut involuntarily, and the vibrator falls from between your thighs. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your first ever orgasm rips through your body with so much intensity. Your vision goes black, and you stop breathing for a second. The phone lays abandoned next to your head, having dropped it long ago. You can hear Eddie's muffled voice calling out for you.

Tears begin pouring from the corners of your eyes. You couldn't help getting emotional after all of that. Not only was this your first time ever being able to have an orgasm, but the entirety of the situation was starting to set in. You felt amazing, and Eddie did such a great job helping you along the way. There were just some insecurities starting to creep in that you wanted to keep away. He's the only man that's ever made you feel like this, and you hope maybe one day you'd find the courage to meet him in person.

Everything went dead silent for a few minutes except for a few sniffles you hope no one else could hear. Your body glistening with sweat and your thighs sticky with your juices. You're still coming down from your high as your tears slowly fade away.

"You there, sweetheart? You heard him ask from a short distance.

With shakey hands, you pick up the phone to your ear. "Mmhmm...I'm still here." Your voice coming out small.

"You did so good for me." He praised you one last time. "It's okay. I'm right here He reassured.

"How was it." He asked, hoping you had a good time.

"It was overwhelming but amazing." You smile weakly into the phone. You can't see him, but he's smiling back.

"Yea knew I'd be perfect for the job. Haven't had one complaint yet." His cockiness coming back almost immediately. Just as he was about to reach for a pack of cigarettes, he noticed he's way over his scheduled time. His eyes widened in a panic as he locked eyes with the clock above him.

His assistant busts through the door, signaling that the show is now officially over for the night. Eddie startles for a moment before jumping out of his chair and yanks the mic up to his mouth to close out the rest of the segment.

He slams his hands down on the table enthusiastically. "GOOD!..GREAT!-- and that's it for tonight's show everybody thank you all for listening. Thank you to our lovely caller, and if you guys wanna see my band play, come visit us at The Hideout every Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday nights. Especially you miss caller you can come see me anytime you like."

You listened to him give thanks to everyone when the song called "about a girl" from some band named Nirvana fades away his outro. You flopped back down on your bed. Your body is way too weak to even roll over your legs feeling like jello.

Laying there resisiting the urge to fall asleep, wanting to savor this special moment as long as you could. You thought about what he said before hanging up. You were definitely wanted to see him soon. You had to after this night. You needed to finally meet him and maybe repay the favor.