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Slumber Party Kissing

Gareth Emerson X F!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Synopsis: The Wheeler siblings are at odds because Mike needs to host Hellfire the same night as Nancy’s slumber party on her weekend home from college. As much as the two of them try to keep the groups apart, intermingling inevitably ensues.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI cursing; alcohol; arguing; flirting; kissing/making out; fingering; oral m receiving (+swallowing); dirty talk

A/N: Y'all- idk what came over me with this one... Comments & reblogs are always appreciated! Please let me know if you like it!

The last thing Nancy wanted to hear is that she’s being forced to share the house with her brother’s weird friends. She hasn’t seen her friends in months and now her reunion is being trampled on by a band of geeks with stupid dice. She pleaded with her mother- begged practically on her hands and knees to please not let Mike have his friends over that night. 

Mike was stuck. The drama club had completely taken over the theatre room with their show coming up- the whole space is completely torn apart and they’ve essentially forced Hellfire out. Eddie cornered Mike, and put the burden to figure out a new meeting spot on him. Mike had no choice but to beg his parents to let Hellfire meet at their house that night. 

So, the Wheeler house was a house divided. Hellfire was corralled in the basement while Nancy and her friends staked their claim to the ground floors. And it worked- for a little while. Until the campaign would be interrupted, giggling girls and loud music from above distracting from the harrowing journey. Or, the girls would hear the screams and battle cries from below- Nancy rolling her eyes and becoming more annoyed with every passing minute. 

You’d been anxious about tonight ever since Nancy told you Hellfire Club was going to be there. Not because you believed what everyone said, you knew they weren’t. It was because you knew Gareth would be there, the boy you crushed on the entirety of high school. You hadn’t seen him since your graduation back in June. Now, what was supposed to be a night of girl talk and catching up with your old friends, is different than you’d hoped- your mind unable to focus on the fact that he’s so close by. 

“Hungry Eyes” by Eric Carmen blasting through the whole house on the living room stereo is Eddie’s breaking point. He slams his campaign notebook on the edge of the table as he gets up. “I’m putting a fucking stop to this,” he exclaims, kicking up from his seat. Mike panics, knowing that he’ll never hear the end of it from Nancy if Eddie crashes her party. Gareth and Jeff are in tow, and Grant steps in front of the stairs, blocking Mike from following them up. 

“Wheeler, can you turn this shit off!? Holy-” Eddie’s words fail as Jeff and Gareth stumble in behind them. You feel like you’ve been caught in something as the boys storm in. You’re frozen in place- standing in the middle of the Wheeler’s living room in your pajamas, hairbrush microphone in hand, singing along with Eric Carmen as off-key as you could manage. You feel like someone pulled the curtain back on you leaving you completely exposed. The girls who were cheering you on have all fallen silent, and Nancy looks like she might kill Eddie. Mike comes bursting into the room, but is stuck in place at the tension in the room. He doesn’t know how to diffuse the situation. 

Gareth didn’t know you were going to be here. Seeing you again has him slack-jawed. He can’t help the way his eyes rake over you. It’s been months since he’d seen you. The fabric of your pajama set looks so soft- the tiny shorts showing off more of your leg than your skirts at school ever did. He’s dreamt about being able to see you like this. He didn’t think he’d ever see you after graduation, and he doesn’t know how to handle himself. 

“Let’s go to the kitchen- I have appetizers I made,” Nancy suggests, shooting daggers at Eddie- shoving past them to go towards the kitchen. She grabs two bottles of wine by their stems from the cabinet and gestures for all of you to follow her. Embarrassed, you turn off the stereo and slip past them- avoiding looking at Gareth at all costs. You were mortified. 

“Come on, let’s get back to the campaign,” Mike tries to urge, knowing that he’s going to be facing hell from Nancy tomorrow when everyone is gone. Gareth didn’t hear him, too wrapped up in his own thoughts- his eyes still following your every move. He doesn’t break his stare until you glance up and catch him looking. He immediately shifts his focus back to Mike and nods in agreement. For now, they all retreat back to the basement to pick up where they left off. 

The group of you stand around the kitchen island, enjoying the array of finger food Nancy has put out. It looks like something taken directly out of Good Housekeeping. You’re sandwiched between Nancy and Chrissy as all the girls resume their chatter. “I am so sorry about that,” Nancy says to the group, “I tried everything to prevent that.��� 

“It’s not a big deal,” Chrissy shrugs, “It’s Mike’s house too.” Always diplomatic. “Besides,” she giggles looking around before she speaks, “I always thought Eddie was really cute.”

“Ew!” Nancy says in faux disgust as the group all laugh. Chrissy’s cheeks flush a rosy pink and she hides her head in her hands. 

“Sue me!” she jokes. “I can’t help it, I love the hair and the tats- he’s so hot!”

“I get it,” Tina shrugs, taking a sip of her wine. “It’s the whole rock star look- it’s against the laws of nature for a loser to be that hot. Do you guys remember Billy? He was so hot.”

“He was a total psychopath!” Nancy says, jaw dropped. She leans on the table and takes another sip of her wine. “He works at the auto body shop now,” she continues.

“Mental note to slash my own tires,” Tina jokes. “Oh, he was totally insane- but god, those abs. I would go to the pool like at least three times a week the whole summer he worked there. He was a god. He totally wanted to fuck your mom, Nance-”

“EW! Shut up!” she gasps, waving her hand over Tina’s mouth. 

“What about you?” Tina asks, directing her attention back to you. “Who did you think was hot in high school?” Your face burns. 

“Uh-”

An eruption of screams from downstairs distracts everyone and you thankfully don’t have to answer. The boys have suffered a major loss in their campaign. Lucas’s character has just died a heinous death at the hands of Venca and they are riled up, desperate for vengeance on behalf of their fallen comrade. Dustin has chosen to lead the group to Vecna’s lair against the odds that are stacked against them. The boys clamor and scream as they watch the dice roll. It will be the end of everything. 

“Can you guys keep it down?” Nancy yells, stomping down the stairs with you and Chrissy closely behind, interrupting the game. Mike and Dustin shout, irritated that she's come downstairs to interfere. “Mike, I swear to god! You guys have been so obnoxious the whole night and we’ve said nothing!” 

You rock and on your heels anxiously, not sure why Nancy insisted on bringing you down here. She didn’t need back up. She could handle this fine. She mumbled something about a united front when she grabbed your wrist, dragging you downstairs with her. 

“If you girls wanted to play with us, all you needed to do was ask,” Eddie smirks, warning a scoff from Nancy- but a blush from Chrissy. Gareth wants the world to open up and swallow him whole. He can’t even bear to look over at you. “Why don’t we all just play nice?” He says, eyes flickering over to Chrissy. She giggles nervously. Good god, he was laying it on so thick- and it was fucking working. 

“You’re a pig,” Nancy states matter of factly. He ignores her and he winks at Chrissy. She giggles again, and you roll your eyes. You grab her forearm to shake her out of it. 

Gareth is jealous at how easy all of this comes to Eddie. He exudes confidence, and Gareth wishes he had just an ounce of that. He could say something to make you react that way towards him. He craves that. He wants you to look at him the way Chrissy is looking at Eddie. He’s so wrapped up in his own head he can’t see that the way you look at him is even more intense than the exchange between Eddie and Chrissy. 

Gareth’s hair is unruly from the excitement of the campaign. His curls are everywhere and you just desperately want to run your hands through it. You can imagine kissing him, and your hands are the cause of the mess of curls. His jaw is clenched, probably from the stress of the awkward situation, but you can’t help but dwell on how good it looks. You bite your lip, like it’s holding you back. 

Giving up for now, Nancy glared at Mike one more time before heading back upstairs- stomping loudly on every step for emphasis. You and Chrissy look at each other, exchanging a look, both of you communicating with your eyes before following Nancy back upstairs. You wish you had an excuse to stay. 

Your eyes are covered by slices of cucumber as you lay down on the floor of the living room. As it got later in the evening, both parties began to mellow- for your group, that meant mud masks and relaxing lotions, and nail painting. You all lounged on the furniture or the floor, wherever there was space. You laid in front of the couch as Chrissy and Tina shared the couch, their heads on opposite sides. Nancy sat in one recliner, and Vicki in the other. Ally, Samantha, Amy, Laurie and Becky joined you on the carpet. 

After the campaign ended, the boys opted to stick around and hang out, watching a crappy movie on the television set in the basement. Gareth was fidgeting, unable to relax- you were right upstairs! You were so close and still as unattainable as ever. He didn’t know if after tonight he’d have an opportunity to see you again. He should’ve taken advantage of the time when he saw you in school every day. You’re no longer in his life by proximity. He knew he should make a move, say something- anything. He just didn’t know how he would without embarrassing himself. 

Nancy had easy listening music playing softly as you all basked in the pampering. You were all just talking about nothing- college, work, catching up. You hadn’t seen these girls since everyone started going their own way after graduation. “You never answered my question earlier,” you hear Tina’s voice direct the comment towards you. You wince, grateful that none of them can see you squirm- everyone with either cooling eye masks or cucumbers over their eyes. They would be none the wiser if you could just be nonchalant- something that was never your strong suit. 

“Honestly?” you begin nervously, trying to steady your breath. It’s become so late that you’re too tired to advise yourself to not spill. “Gareth Emerson- since like freshman year when he showed up to school with his hair grown out- I would just wanna run my hands through it all the time.” You expect to be met with laughter, teasing you for having a crush on a freak- like how they reacted to Chrissy. Instead, you’re met with an unsettling silence. You sit up, letting the cucumbers fall into your lap. Everyone else had taken their masks off already, and you didn’t know. You look up and follow where everyone is looking.   

Gareth is standing right there, looking at you with his eyes wide in shock. Apparently everyone else heard someone walk in, except you. This is worse than anything- a million times worse to the awkwardness of the Eric Carmen incident earlier tonight, worse than when you got your period and bleed through your jeans in middle school, worse than when you forgot the words to the pledge of allegiance when you did the morning announcements, worse than when you tripped and accidentally spilled your lunch all over Carol… every awkward thing that you’ve done that keeps you lying awake at night is nothing compared to this. 

You’re so embarrassed, you can’t even think and you feel like the room is spinning. You can’t even say anything as everyone looks to you for your reaction. The silence is killing you. There’s nothing to drown out the ringing in your ears as your worst possible fear is coming true. You quickly get up and rush upstairs as tears threatening to fall blur your vision, and your friends let you go. You need to brush shoulders with Gareth to get to the stairs, and you feel your skin ignite at the sensation despite feeling like the house is shattering around you. 

You’ve resolved that you’re going home. You can’t handle being under the same roof as him anymore. It’s all too much. It feels like practically your entire gradutating class seems to know about your crush now. More importantly, so did he. Rather than face the sting of rejection, in the heat of the moment, you resolve to try to get dressed and sneak out the bathroom window. You decide you can be gone before people realize you’ve left. Before you do anything to put your elaborate plan into motion, you run the water to splash some on your face. There’s a hesitant knock on the door. 

“It’s Gareth,” he says softly from the other side of the door. 

Oh god no, you panic. You rest your forehead against the cool surface of the mirror. Fuck. 

“Can we talk?” He asks, tapping gently on the door. 

No. 

“Uh, yeah,” you sniffle, trying your best to hide it. You open the door to face him. You’re bracing yourself for the worst. “Listen,” you begin, resolving that you will badly lie your way out of this to salvage your pride. “I’m so sorry you had to hear that. It was just like a stupid high school crush. I’ve gotten over it…”

“What if,” he poses, finally mustering his courage, “what if I never got over it?” 

Gareth doesn’t really remember a lot of the things he was supposed to be learning when you both were still in school. He vaguely remembered things, but only because how could he be expected to look at the board when you were so close, sat right in front of him. He’d memorize the back of your head before even thinking about trying to memorize his notes. 

The day the teacher went over Punnett squares? No idea, cause you were wearing that bow in your hair. Covalent bonds? That was the day your hair was up in a claw clip- and all he could focus on was the way it accentuated your neck and shoulders. Periodic table? Maybe he could name a few if he tried, but he remembered that jean skirt you wore so much better. Stoichiometry? Couldn’t even tell you if that’s a real word- but, he remembers that your perfume always smelled like vanilla.

“What the fuck is taking him so long?” Mike finally asks the group. Gareth left to go to the bathroom what feels like forever ago. Eddie is bobbing is knee impatiently that he shakes the table. 

“You should go check on him,” Dustin says to Mike. 

“And face the wrath of Nancy? Fuck that,” Mike says, shaking his head. 

“It’s your house, man,” Lucas points out. 

“You all are pathetic, acting like babies, can’t believe you’re acting this scared of fucking Wheeler,” Eddie is exasperated and his patience has now worn thin. “Fuck, I’ll go with you Wheeler, I don’t care if your sister yells at me.” 

Heading upstairs, Eddie and the rest of Hellfire stop dead in their tracks. The entire slumber party is sitting so still, eyes directed upstairs like they're anticipating something at any second. No one even acknowledges the guys’ entrance until Jeff speaks up.

“What is going-” he tries to ask.

“SHH!” Several of the girls shush him at once. He’s taken aback. 

“What happened?” Eddie whispers, taking a seat next to Chrissy. The rest of Hellfire trickles in and takes seats on the floor or on the arms of the chairs. Everyone is waiting literally on the edge of their seats. 

“We were all talking, you know-” Chrissy whispers, “girl talk. Crushes and stuff.”

“Normal sleepover you know?” Tina chimes in, helping Chrissy set the scene for all of the guys. 

Chrissy asks if Eddie remembered you, he nods and so do the others. Of course, Eddie, Jeff and Grant remembered you. You were all Gareth would talk about outside of band practice or DnD. Jeff and Grant exchange a wary look, not sure where this is going. What the fuck happened?”

“Well, Tina asked her who she had a crush on,” Chrissy continues to explain, Eddie leaning in closer as she keeps her voice down so the girls can continue to eavesdrop. “And she said Gareth and Gareth walked in just as she was talking about him. She was so upset, she darted upstairs before anyone could say anything. Gareth followed her. We don’t know what to do!”

“You let them be,” Eddie says matter of factly. If he could run upstairs and high five his best friend he would, but being the guy’s best friend at this moment means Eddie needs to keep people distracted so you both can sort yourselves out. He goes over to the stereo and looks through the options.

“Mike, your family has shit for cassettes,” Eddie declares, “None of you have taste.” He holds up Nancy’s copy of Rio between his thumb and index finger, dangling it like it’s something smelly that’s gone bad. “I’m disappointed in you, Wheeler.”

Nancy gets up and snatches the cassette from him. Spitefully, she shoves the tape into the player and turns it all the way up. Hungry Like the Wolf starts playing halfway through cause she didn’t rewind it the last time she listened. She turns the volume dial up, and flips Eddie the bird. He walks over to shut it off, purposely agitating her. Nancy stomps over and turns it back on. 

Your hands are tangled in Gareth’s hair and it’s better than you even imagined it would be. His curls are so soft, and he moans against your lips at the sensation when you tug gently. You completely forgot everyone was downstairs until you both heard the radio switching on and off rapidly. You both pull away from a heated kiss and turn to the direction of the door, a brief moment of confusion before Gareth shrugs and connects his lips to yours again. 

You’re sitting on the bathroom counter, Gareth standing between your legs which have now wrapped around him. His hands grip the sides of your thighs, practically kneading at your soft skin. Your lips slot perfectly against his, and it’s better than you imagined it would be. Your hands travel from his hair to cup his jaw and you use your legs to pull him in even closer, until your chests are flush against each other. The sensation is dizzying. 

“Wanted this for so long,” he moans softly against your ear, when you both pull away for air. His lips trail from the bottom of your ear, down your neck and collarbone. “So fucking pretty,” he mumbles against your skin, kissing right along to your shoulder. 

“Gare, please,” you beg, not even fully sure what you’re asking for. Your breathy little plea goes straight to his cock. 

“I’ve got you baby,” he promises. His fingertips dip into the waistband of your pajama shorts and he groans, dipping his forehead to rest on your shoulder. “You’re not wearing panties?” he asks, but not a question- but more like a sigh, like the knowledge of you being bare under your set is too much for him to handle. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he presses his lips to yours again, his fingertips circling your clit perfectly. “So wet,” he praises against your lips, not breaking the kiss. 

His fingers slip into your folds and you rest your head back on the bathroom mirror, your chest rising and falling rapidly- you’re falling apart at his touch. Just like you knew you always would. You’re a moaning, pleading mess, his name falling from your lips over and over again like a prayer. The familiar knot starts to coil up as you feel your orgasm send a wave throughout your entire body. Your hands are holding his hair to keep you grounded as you become unraveled. He kisses you through it, praising you and whispering sweet things as he works you through your high. 

Your forehead rests against his, foreheads sweaty, but neither of you can even bring yourself to care. You kiss him slowly, gently pushing him back against the opposite fall. His eyes widen in surprise as he observes your actions. You move as one with him, climbing off the counter and then you sink down to your knees, eye level with the prominent bulge in his jeans. 

“Oh fuck,” he moans as you make quick work of undoing his zipper and freeing his cock from the restraint of his jeans and boxers. He’s looking down at you, trying to commit it to memory: your wide eyes hungrily staring at his cock, your manicured hand wrapping gently around him. your pretty lips kissing his tip and your tongue licking up the length before taking his cock into your pretty mouth. His hands rest in your hair and he closes his eyes, resting his head back because it already feels too fucking good. He can’t look at you- he knows it will send him over the edge too soon. There’d been so many nights he’d fantasize exactly this- he’s almost afraid that he’ll open his eyes and you’ll be gone. All of tonight being just a figment of his imagination. 

He opens his eyes to steal a glimpse of you finally, and you're looking up at him with these round doe eyes and it’s all too much for him to take. “I’m close- what should I-” he manages to say, but his coming apart only makes you all the more eager. You continue your pace, but you reach up and hold his hips, your nails slightly digging into his skin to keep him in place. It all becomes so overwhelming, and you moan feeling him pulse, knowing he’s so teasingly close. He practically whimpers as it washes over him as he finally releases and you’re still going- working him through it. When he pulls away, you do something he never imagined. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out ever so slightly, showing him his cum in your mouth before you swallow. 

“Holy shit,” he breathes. He bends down to kiss you, cupping your face in his hands. He can't taste himself on you, and he thinks it might be the hottest thing he’s ever experienced. 

A loud, pounding knock on the door makes you both jump. You quickly scramble to your feet, wiping the spit from your mouth and Gareth fumbles to get his zipper back up.  “Can you two lovebirds finish up in there!?” Eddie shouts, “I can’t keep covering for your asses anymore! Emerson, we have a campaign to fucking finish!”

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Again, the Fluff...it kills me🩷🩷🩷

Keep Me Warm

*This is a just a little fluff piece and I know that fluff doesn’t really do well on Tumblr, but I started this unsure of where it was going and I just let it play out naturally. I know sometimes it’s hard to write Billy in a fluff piece and stay true to his character. But sometimes I want to allow Billy to be soft. We know what he’s like on the outside, but there’s so much more inside him and that’s fun to explore. I am working on a series of a friends to lovers story and this is just a little side story, unrelated but related 🤓

Summery: You and Billy are friends. You meet after school one day at the bleachers to watch football practice in the snow. You end up snuggling together to keep warm. You both soon realize there’s more to your relationship than you both thought, or maybe you both knew all along. ~ Friends to lovers

**Warnings: Pure fluff fest here, nothing but kisses, some swearing and light teasing and references to getting high in the past.

Billy Hargrove x female reader

My Masterlist in case you need more Billy

Billy sits on the bleachers outside Hawkins High, irritated look on his face as he watches you bounce up the steps to where he waits. "What the hell, what took you so damn long?" he grumbles, trying to stay angry at you, but it’s impossible, though he’d never tell you that.

"Sorry Bills, Mr. O’Brien’s class ran late. He wouldn’t shut up." you roll your eyes, plopping down next to him. You can feel how cold the bleachers are through your jeans. Supposed to snow today and you have no idea why Billy wanted to sit here to watch some stupid football practice anyway.

"You know I hate when you call me that." He gives you that familiar sarcastic bitchy look, wrinkles between his brows, his jaw muscles flexing, his pretty mouth turning downward slightly. Like he’s truly either pissed or judging you. But you knew him too well to fall for that look. When he got like that you just wanted to kiss his stupid lips. Just to see his reaction.

"No you don’t, you love it!" You lean in to kiss the tip of his nose instead, which is pink from the cold.

He tries to keep that pissed expression on his face but after a few seconds he bursts out laughing.

"See, you love me" you say again, laughing too, loving when he genuinely smiles, which is usually when he’s high or you say something stupid. Making him laugh like that always made you proud for some reason, like you accomplished the impossible.

"I hate you but you're adorable." He says, looking ahead at the field. You smile to yourself. His sweetness only spilling out once in a while. Gotta get your fill while you can.

You and Billy are friends. I mean as much as you could be friends with Billy Hargrove. You're not even entirely sure how it happened. Started with him asking you if you wanted to get high a few times in his car after school, he had some good shit leftover from when he lived in California, and boy was it good shit, the two of you laughing so hard you could barely breathe. Said he would only share it with you after that, no one else. You were strangely flattered. Next came catching a cult classic B-movie at the little theater just outside of town, not the big theater where all your friends went because they didn’t show the seriously bad horror flicks you both liked to watch and add your own commentary to. You’d sit in the back seats and get high right there in the theater. Of course there were only like five people there at any given moment but still. He could be loud and rude but when he was high he got kinda quiet and giggled a lot. Billy Hargrove giggles! It was hilarious, the juxtaposition. Then sometimes he would pick you up just to drive fast around this little shit town and annoy every parent who could hear his loud ass Camaro coming from three block away, racing through the tiny streets, Metallica blaring. He didn’t seem to care much what other people thought of him. If he did he hid it well. You weren’t really sure what you two were exactly but it was fun. Your friendship based a lot on teasing each other, getting high and occasionally kissing, not making out, just these random little mouth to mouth moments. You’re not sure why, but it worked. Didn’t mean you didn’t think he was the most beautiful guy you’ve ever seen, because you did. Never admit that to him. He’s already got a big enough ego.

"You're annoying and stupid" he grunts, trying to cover for his vulnerable moment a second ago, calling you adorable, although he thought you were the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.

"You're slutty and obnoxious." you say, glaring at his profile. His tongue jutting out, licking his bottom lip a few times in repetition. Usually only does that when he’s angry or trying to figure shit out.

"Spoiled and stuck-up." He’s trying not to make eye contact with you otherwise you’ll both start laughing again.

"But you love me." you say as you turn to look at the boys playing on the field.

"You wish" he smirks.

"Ohh..shit it's fucking freezing!!" you shiver, doing your best to curl yourself into a ball.

"Well put a damn coat on." he looks at you in your thin sweater and scoffs, your arms wrapped around yourself trying to keep warm.

"I didn't bring my coat today." You admit. You despise the thing. You’re mom bought it for you and it’s hideous. Plus you didn't want it to mess up your outfit. You bought this new popcorn sweater in these pretty pastel colors and everyone was going to see you wearing it damn it! Also you didn’t realize you’d be sitting outside in the damn snow. You’re regretting your decision now. God you hated winters here in Hawkins.

"That's your problem, not mine" he smirks, all cozy in his warm layers, t-shirt, flannel, and leather jacket.

"Whatever." you say. You two just sit quietly, watching the practice. "You got any smokes?" you ask. Stupid question, he always does.

He slides a half crushed pack of Marlboros from inside his pocket and offers you one. You accept, taking one and lighting it with your cheap Bic. Your favorite lighter, soft and faded to your favorite pink.

"So how's Amber? Or is it Tina? Or Vickie or maybe it's Brooke this week?" You smirk to yourself, taking a drag.

"Who says I'm seeing anyone." He muses, still staring ahead, tongue running along his bottom lip. You swear Billy had all these nervous little habits. Stuff you’d only really notice if you spent a good deal of time with him and as far as you knew, you were the only person who did that.

"Girls talk." you smile, he knows full well all the girls locker room talk, about him, because you tell him everything. Well, almost everything.

"You girls don't know a damn thing." He grunts, blowing hot breath on his hands to warm them.

"No?" You know his reputation. Girls definitely do talk, and all the gory details too.

"Nope," he exaggerates the P sound.

"So you're not sleeping with anyone right now?" You don't know why you asked really, mostly curious.

"You said seeing someone, not fucking someone.” He chuckles, then licking his bottom lip. “What's it to you anyway." Nodding his head in your direction.

"Just making conversation." It's not like you guys haven't discussed this stuff before, kind of, not exactly. He doesn’t really kiss and tell. You mostly hear everything from your girlfriends and you’re not always sure what’s true or wishful thinking on their part.

"Well, whatever, not sleeping with anyone right now." he says.

"Dry spell?" you press on.

"Seriously?” he chuckles “I don’t get dry spells baby. Just no one worth my time. I don’t see you out there getting laid. When's the last time you got any, huh?" He says, looking suddenly serious as he waits for you to answer. His jaw clenched, his blue eyes intense. They sparkle for a moment, like light on the ocean. Sometimes you forget what you were going to say looking at them too long.

"It's been a while." you admit.

"Like how long?" he presses, looking slightly relieved. Last thing he actually wanted was to hear details of some lucky fuck you were screwing. Wishing it was him. Not even entirely sure why you two haven’t yet. He’s been afraid. Afraid to fuck things up so he hasn’t made a move on you.

"A month, maybe more." you lie, a little embarrassed cause actually it’s been a lot longer.

"How come, just not into anyone?" he prods, wanting more of an explanation.

"I don’t know, this school is so lame. Everyone's boring." you lament, taking another drag on the cigarette.

"Sounds like someone’s too picky, or maybe too much of a prude" he chuckles, searching your face to see if he’s getting under your skin. "Have you tried looking outside this town? Or you just want to keep it in this shit hole?"

Truth was you tried. You went to parties. For some reason everyone you met you compared to Billy. You’d never tell him that though. Big head and all. “Last guy I was with was from Durham High, he ended up being too clingy." You remember him, cute, but not what you expected, wanted you two to pick out colleges close together after a week of dating. You just weren’t that into him and…well… he wasn’t Billy.

"You're just a commitment-phobe." he chuckles.

You laugh out loud. "Seriously? Look who's talking!" Your eyes wide looking at him incredulously.

"Whatever." he dismisses you, sly smile on his lips.

"Put your arm around me i’m freezing." you say scooting closer to him. He can see your cheeks turning pink and he laughs.

“Fine. Big baby.” He grunts as he brings his arm around you, pulling you close. You both sit quietly for a few minutes as small snowflakes start to fall. If you weren’t so freezing you’d think it was pretty. You’re half heartedly watching the guys play football, really just enjoying the smell of Aramis floating off of the man you’re snuggled against. He bathes in the stuff.

"Maybe you should have worn a coat." Billy reminds you, rubbing his hand up and down your arm to warm you up. Your frozen cheek resting on his shoulder.

"Shut up." you poke his rib.

"You didn’t wear a coat because you like being all cuddled up with me.” he bites his lip, still staring ahead.

"It's just for warmth, don't get any pervy ideas." you smirk against the brown leather of his jacket.

"Right, just for warmth, sure." he teases.

He takes the cigarette from your mouth, his fingers grazing your lips, he takes a drag. The snow falling at a steady pace now, intermittently covering the dead grass on the field. You're snuggled into him as you two quietly share the remainder of the cigarette.

"You cold?" you ask, breaking the silence.

"No. Not with you here." he flicks the finished butt down the bleachers.

"I'm like a hot water bottle, right?" you smile, looking at the snowflakes that cling to his dirty blonde curls.

"More like a furnace." he chuckles.

"My fingers are numb" you complain.

"Jesus, you like to complain. Put your damn hands in my pocket.” he grumbles.

You awkwardly place both your hands into one of his pockets instantly feeling warmer. Your fingers play with the Zippo lighter that sits snugly in there.

"Just to be clear, you're just using me for warmth. That's it?" Sly smile plastered to his face.

"Mmm…yup." you say.

"Is that all I am to you then? A nice warm blanket?" His face against your head. You swear he just smelled your hair.

"Nice? More like a grumpy blanket.” you lift your head and smile.

“You’re not funny, you know that right?” He pulls you closer.

You stick your tongue out at him. Snowflakes landing there. He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed then pokes your tongue with his finger.

"Oh my god, your fingers better be clean!" you tease, pretending to wipe your tongue.

"What, you think my hands are dirty?" he smiles.

"I don't know what disgusting things you do when no one’s watching." You scrunch up your nose.

"Don't ask questions you don't want answers too." he jokes, which makes you laugh loudly.

“Maybe I could sit on your lap and we could snuggle under your jacket together?" you ask in a sweet voice, batting your eyelashes, Dramatically pouting.

He doesn’t respond except to open his jacket. You smile and crawl into his lap. Your face only inches from his now. He swallows as you feel the muscles of his abdomen tense slightly under your hands as they wrap around his thick middle. Even though the cold air makes you shiver, his body is almost uncomfortably warm against you now. His eyes drop to your mouth and his breath catches slightly as he wraps his coat around you and presses you against him. The scent of your shampoo flooding his nostrils, his heart races. He lets a breath out of his nostrils softly. He holds your hips against him.

"So this is just for warmth, right?" he voice low and rough.

"Yup." you say, feeling cozy and warm against his hard chest.

"So we're not gonna kiss or like make out or anything, this is just so you don't freeze to death."

You smirk and kiss his cheek. You swear he's blushing but maybe it's the cold. A moment passes and he looks at you.

“Why you always doin’ that?” He asks.

“What? Kissing your cheek? You always look like you need it” you say. You’re so beautiful he thinks, as little snowflakes stick to your hair. The kind that fall and you can see every detail for a second before they melt, forever gone. He leans close, his slightly chapped lips brushing softly against yours sending a jolt of sparks through your entire body, your heart begins racing. His lips part over yours slowly, his hand still holding your hip against him, fingers digging into you now. His tongue slides softly across your lower lip as you open your mouth more, inviting him in. His tongue sliding deeper into your mouth. It’s thick and big, filling your mouth. Your tongues touching. His lips soft and warm, so so warm. Makes you feel things. You pull away.

"Stop that." you say in a joking way, pushing lightly against his chest.

His eyes remain fixed on your pretty lips. He’s rubbing circles against your hip. "Hmm, I don't have to, y’know, I mean this is just for warmth. I can kiss you all I want since this ain't nothin' serious." His face still close.

"You're just making sure my lips don't freeze, right? you smile, your teeth chattering from cold but maybe also because he makes you nervous, in a good way.

"Shit, can't have them turning blue." he whispers.

"You’re so caring" you tease, tilting your head.

"Just for you, sweetheart." he says softly and kisses you again. His hand in your hair now shifting to cup the back of your head and tilt it to deepen the kiss. His tongue slides against yours, and he tastes like cigarettes and sex. He kisses you rougher, needier, this time. His lips move against yours feverishly, each movement more insistent than the last. His tongue tangles with yours and a low moan escapes him, barely audible over the wind, but unmistakable. It’s sloppy and beautiful. Your lips stay pressed together for a few minutes before he pulls back, both of you breathing a little heavier than before. His gaze drifts back over to the practice still going on in front of you. You do the same, licking his taste off your lips.

“Why are we even sitting out here?" you ask, leaning your head against his shoulder again, forgetting why Billy asked you here in the first place. You think maybe he wanted to be anywhere but home. He doesn’t talk about his home life but you’re not dumb, you catch on quick that it isn’t his favorite place to be.

"Don't know, but don't wanna leave" he says. For a few minutes it's like the rest of the world doesn't exist and you sit on his warm lap hidden within his jacket. Feeling things you knew you felt but never said out loud, not wanting to ruin the good thing you have together. Whatever that thing is exactly.

You nuzzle against him. "You're kinda pretty” you say. He looks at you taken off guard for a beat, his cheeks pink again. "Are you blushing." you tease him.

"Absolutely not.” he says as you laugh. "You're a real pain in my ass, you know that?" He mumbles “I'm not the one who looks like a damn snow angel right now."

"Aww.. you think I look like a snow angel? See, you love me.” you say, still smiling up at him.

"Hmm, to be determined." he smirks.

"Hope I don't catch pneumonia." you joke, starting to wonder if you can feel your toes inside your boots at all.

"If you do I'll cuddle with you through your illness." he chuckles, still gripping your hip with one hand while the other holds his jacket closed around the two of you.

"Awww, so sweet," you kiss his cheek again because you want to.

"You would do the same for me, right?" he asks.

"Of course silly.” You confess.

"Even if I had the plague?" he jokes.

"I'd make you chicken soup." you know you would too, take care of him. He’s probably such a brat when he’s sick.

"Even if I was in a coma?" he laughs.

"What the hell Billy! You couldn't eat soup in a coma." You laugh.

"You'd come by and kiss my forehead though, right?" he asks, looking way too serious for such a dumb question.

"Yes." you promise.

"What if I was covered on sores?" he starts laughing.

"Ewww Billy what disease is this?" You laugh.

"Doesn't matter, would you risk infection?" you both start laughing as the wind picks up, both of you feeling the chill, although he's too proud to admit it. Instead he pulls you deeper into his arms. Your noses close together now, the practice in front of you kind of forgotten. His breath hot against your face. His pretty blonde curls blowing softly as the wind picks up.

Without warning he kisses you again. His tongue quickly darts inside your mouth, brushing over your teeth, tasting every inch of you. Your hands still under his jacket, pressed against his hard chest. You wish you were anywhere but here so you could lay against him, kiss him deeper, feel the heat of his body against yours fully. You push away softly.

"Not bad." you joke. He stares at you and moves his hand up to caress your face. "you know you liked that." he says deeply, seriously.

"Maybe" you smile softly, his hand feels warm against your skin.

"Come on, don't keep me wondering. It was a good kiss, right?" he questions, almost needy.

"It was sexy as hell." you admit.

A cocky smirk across his face, "You think so? Shit, I can do better.”

"Yeah?”

"Think it will be even better next time we go for it?" he smiles.

"Don't press your luck." you smile softly, biting your bottom lip. He bops your nose with his finger and you playfully bite it.

"You have nice hands. I like your ring.” Running your fingers over it. He wears it everyday on his middle finger and you were always curious about it but were afraid to ask. “Does it mean something to you?" You decide to brave it.

He looks at the ring and then to your eyes. He seems hesitant, his fingers touch the ring almost subconsciously, like he’s confirming it’s really there. He nods, eyes a little distant as he looks at the ring again. He runs his thumb over it, something about it comforting to him. It makes him feel like she's with him. His mom. Billy looks at you, not ready to talk about that right now. He doesn’t talk about her to anyone. He wants to. Even goes to say something right now but chickens out. “No, not really, why?"

"Just curious. You’re kind of mysterious." You say, knowing there’s more inside than he shows but not wanting to push him. Afraid of scaring him away.

"You mean dangerous?" he smirks playfully. Always able to push his feelings down deep.

"That too." you smile.

"You trying to find out all my secrets? Gonna ask me all kinds of uncomfortable questions?” he muses.

"Maybe sometimes." you say.

Billy chuckles softly. "Do your best and ask me about anything, sweetheart."

"Why are you so afraid of commitment?" you surprise him with that one.

“I got my reasons.” He says.

“I’m sure you do.” You don’t want to press him too much.

He sighs and leans backwards, staring up at the sky. Snow lightly falling on his long eyelashes. He’s beautiful and quiet. Keeping so much inside. “I just like to keep people at a certain distance. Y’know.”

“What happens if you fall in love?” You say, genuinely curious.

He’s silent for another long moment. “You know what? I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.” He lies.

You smile "So many girls love you. Don’t tell me you’ve never been in love.”

"Love?” He scoffs slightly, raising an eyebrow at your question. “Me? No, no way. I don’t do the love thing. I don’t believe in it. Only you could get me to like open up and be honest about stupid shit like this. Feel like I can be myself with you. Is that love? I don’t know. Don't really get that a lot with other girls. They have this idea of me and that's what I give them. How come you make me feel so fucking relaxed?" he chuckles, trying to hide the fact that he was just way too vulnerable for his own good.

"You love me, remember?" you giggle.

He laughs softly. “Can I ask you…do you have feelings for me?"

You feel suddenly warm and exposed. Of course you have feelings for him but you can't say it. You just can't. "Me? For you? Does it matter, Billy?"

"Yeah, it does. If you really have feelings for me I want to know." His face suddenly very serious. His eyes scanning your pretty face, like he’s trying to read every single expression. Something he’s learned to do through trauma. Looking for anything that might hurt him so he can react first.

"We have this weird relationship Billy, so I don't know how to answer that. We kiss, but we're not dating, we snuggle together, but we're just friends." You look anywhere but at his face.

"Well okay, you have to admit that what we're doing now is kind of romantic, isn't it?" he seems too serious suddenly.

"Romantic? Sitting in the snow? In each other’s arms? Maybe." you admit.

"We've been kissing each other here on and off for like half an hour and you're saying maybe?" he looks at you.

"I guess it's pretty romantic, yeah." you smile.

"You want to keep our weird friendship like this? Where everything we do with each other is kind of romantic, but we're not actually romantic?" He asks.

"I mean, what else can we do? Date? Have sex?" you say. Feeling a sudden heat in your cheeks because it’s exactly what you want to do.

"I mean, those are options." His face so close.

"But then I would just end up one of the many girls in love with you." you say, knowing you already were.

"Is that so terrible?" he asks.

“Yes! Especially since you admit you don't really do love." you say, louder than you wanted to.

"Okay, say, something hypothetical. Say I did have feelings for you and wanted to be more than friends, would you have a problem with that?" he asks.

You swallow softly, "Hypothetically? I don't know, I'd have to think about that." you say.

"Think about it. But hypothetically. If I did want this to be more serious, would you actually want it?" He searches your face, you watch a tiny snowflake melt on his nose.

"So what would we be? Hypothetically." you ask softly.

"In this hypothetical situation, we'd be dating. Like boyfriend and girlfriend. Would you think about it?" he asks.

"You don’t do love, remember?" You remind him.

"I just said hypothetically. Answer me. Would you think about it?" he says insistently.

"Maybe." you say.

"You'd give me a chance?" He presses.

"Maybe." you say again.

"What do I have to do to make you say yes?" he asks sincerely.

"Hypothetically?" you clarify.

"Yeah, hypothetically." he waits for your answer.

"I don't know Billy. I guess we would have to give it a test run." You say, shrugging your shoulders.

"A test run?" he asks.

"Yeah like try it out for a month, see how we feel."

"You'd be willing to do that?" He asks.

"Hypothetically?" you ask once again.

He leans in, his hot breath on your lips. "No. No more hypothetically. Would you really consider giving me a chance at a relationship?"

You laugh, not sure you understand what he’s saying. “You serious?”

“Dead serious. I guess I’m asking because I kinda want to give it a shot.” His pretty mouth opens a little, like he’s waiting for you to hurt him. Waiting to say it was just a joke.

“And what does that look like to you Billy?”

“I don’t know. Go on dates I guess, kiss each other, a lot! Y’know, stuff like that.” He swallows.

“Like a committed relationship or we date other people too?” You want clarification.

Billy stares at you for a long beat. “I mean an exclusive thing where we don’t date other people.”

“You want that with me?” You ask

He takes a deep breath and nods. “Yeah, I think so.”

“You think so? But you’re not sure?” You ask looking away not able to meet his eyes, suddenly feeling too hot.

He hesitates for a moment, then leans in very close and whispers, “ Yeah. This is the real thing. I want to be serious with you.”

You turn your face towards his. So close your noses practically touch. “Why?”

“Because you’re the only one I’ve ever felt this comfortable being my self around. I feel like I can be completely honest with you, which is more than I can say about anyone else in my life.”

“I’m scared.” You say honestly

“Of what?” He asks.

“Of losing you as a friend.” You say but it’s not just that. You’re afraid of him, of falling so in love that he’ll hurt you, that maybe this has all just been a game on his part to get into your pants. You wouldn’t put it past him to be this elaborate.

He holds your face in his cold hands, rubbing your pink cheeks with his thumbs. “Look at me, please.” He can’t stop staring at you as you look at him with your big doe eyes. After a long moment, he leans forward very slowly and presses his lips against yours. The snow, which had stopped for a bit, starts to fall again, melting the second they hit your now hot skin.

“I’m not gonna hurt you. I want you to be my girl, not some weird kinda almost girlfriend like you are right now. I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want, hold your stupid cold hands.” You both laugh. “Stupid shit like that that. I’m not perfect so don’t expect too much. I need sex a lot so, keep that in mind.” He winks.

You burst out laughing. “Oh wow! That was so not romantic at all,” you laugh as big fat snowflakes stick to your eyelashes.

“Did it work? You my girl?” He’s too cute for words. You want to pepper his face with kisses.

“Hmm I suppose. You’re lucky you’re so cute cause your personality needs work.” You smile a big toothy smile.

He laughs and pulls you close, leaning in and nuzzling your neck, breathing in your scent, his nose ice cold against your delicate skin. Goosebumps erupt down the side of your body where he’s breathing against you.

“Hopefully I don’t catch pneumonia!” You laugh, squeezing him tightly under his jacket still.

“Well, I’ll take care of you if you do.” He smiles

“Promise?”

“I promise.” You kiss, your moist breathes freezing against each other’s lips. When you pull away Billy looks into your eyes.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here Billy! It’s freezing!” The words coming out choppy as you shiver against him.

"Yeah, lets go back to your place, I'll keep you nice and toasty. We can snuggle under your covers. You know, just for warmth." his eyebrows go up and down.

"Just for warmth, huh?" you giggle. “You promise to keep me warm?”

He cradles you against his chest as you start walking, gently nuzzling the side of your neck. "Yeah, I promise sweetheart."

You smile as he takes your hand in his as you walk back to his warm car, the snow coming down heavier now. Maybe winters in Hawkins weren’t so bad after all. As long as you had your boyfriend to keep you warm.

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I wasn't always a Billy girl...I'm still not but i can admit he's fine af 👀 and every time I see Fluff with Billy it is always the fluffiest of Fluff it's the best🩷

You asked what we needed to see in a Billy Fic

Hippie reader.... full on 'This tree hugging bitch is crazy but that's my tree hugging bitch and if anyone else calls her something mean I'm going to beat their ass.'

Also or including:

Reader being friendly with Billy and suddenly kissing him and Billy being like 'wtf' and reader being like 'excuse me I was kissing my boyfriend.'

'How am I your boyfriend?'

'You beat people up for me.'

'I'll use any excuse to beat someone up.'

'You carry my stuff for me.'

'You're weak.'

'You hold my hand.'

'Your hands look cold.'

'Fine. You don't want to be my boyfriend?'

'I didn't say that. Come back here and kiss me again.'

Thank you so much for the request! Billy is too cute when he’s denying he’s in love. This was fun. Super short and sweet. Hope you like it 🌻🌼🌸

Billy Hargrove x female reader

***Warnings: None. Just a silly little oneshot fluff.

My Masterlist: In case you need more Billy

Hippie Chic

You were different from the others. Hippie-like. Not billy’s usual type. Not the slutty, chain smoking big haired broads he normally slept with. You wore these pretty little sundresses, no bra and your hair was wild and natural, long and beautiful, a natural softness to it. Different for the 80’s, when every girl had big hair, too much hairspray to get your fingers through. A true hippy girl, that’s what people said about you. But why then did he find himself always staring at you, wanting to be around you? He definitely wasn’t into you, that’s for sure.

So what if sometimes he drove you home. He lived close by and you didn’t have a car, couldn’t have you freeze to death in those pretty little dresses you walked around in.

So what if he sat next to you on purpose in Math class. Sometimes he might need to borrow a pencil and you always had extras, sharpened and ready to use.

And so what if he punched Tommy right in the mouth when he called you a crazy tree hugging bitch. Dick needs to watch his mouth. Now he knows better. Needs to be more respectful that’s all. Not like Billy cared one way or another, just teaching Tommy some manners.

He sees you as you sit on the bleachers, swinging your pretty legs as you read from a little paperback book, and as a few pieces of your soft hair fall across your beautiful makeup-free face. Billy watches you as he crosses the track to get closer to where you’re sitting. He’s drawn to you. Something about you. But probably nothing though. He wasn’t in love or anything.

You see Billy coming towards you. You smile and stand up, putting your book down on the bleachers and you go right up and kiss him square on the lips, taking him aback.

He looks at you, a questioning look in his eyes, and a small smile playing on his lips, “Ahh wtf, Why’d you just kiss me?”

“Um excuse me! Just kissing my boyfriend.” You smile and kiss him again on the mouth. He doesn't protest, just waits for you to pull away. Not because he's into you or anything.

Even more confused now. He looks at you, studying your face as you smile your perfectly imperfect smile up at him. A slow smirk spreads across his face. “Boyfriend, huh? And how am I your boyfriend?”

“Yup, Why else would you hold my books for me?” You smile, arms around his neck.

“You got those wimpy T-rex arms. Useless for carrying shit. Don’t want you to hurt your back.” He says, looking at your beautiful doe eyes.

“Why else would you give me all your chicken nuggets at lunch?” You play with his pretty curls that lay against his jean jacket.

“Because you don’t eat enough. You just eat those stupid salads and you always look hungry.” His hands slowly resting on your hips now.

“Why you always holding my hand, hmm?” You touch his face tenderly.

“Because they’re always so freaking cold! You have no body heat whatsoever, probably because you only eat salads. You need protein.” He lets your hair slip through his fingers. Admiring the way the sun shines through it.

“Why’d you beat Tommy up in my honor?” You tilt your head, questioningly.

“Because let’s be honest, he’s a douche and I will never pass up a good fight.” His hands back on your hips, enjoying the feel of the cotton of your sundress, your supple flesh underneath.

“How come you like when I kiss you?” You ask sweetly.

“Just a way to keep you quiet. You talk way too much. Gotta keep that mouth occupied.” He smiles.

“You’re always staring at me in Math class.” You adjust the chain around his neck.

“You literally sit right there, in my line of sight, can’t be helped.” Billy takes in the beauty of your skin.

“Why’d you come to that demonstration? To save the trees, hmm?” you ask, admiring his blue eyes.

“Because you asked and honestly I didn’t think you’d ever shut the fuck up about it if I didn’t. You know, come along, pass out leaflets, chain myself to that tree.” He touches your cheek. "Not because I like you or anything." he adds.

You pull away. Serious look crosses over your face. “Fine. I guess you don’t want to be my boyfriend then.” You pick up your book from the bleachers, turning to walk away, your sundress blowing softly in the spring breeze.

“Hey! I never said that! Now come over here and kiss your damn boyfriend!” Billy says, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him.

You smile and jump into his arms as the two of you kiss. He’s definitely, for sure your boyfriend now, not that he’s in to you or anything.

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Jack & Coke - Eddie Munson x Reader

Collaboration with my darling @munson-blurbs

Summary: When your best friend Eddie betrays you, you head to The Hideout for a drink—and maybe something more.

Note: This is what comes from late night conversations and texts that say “I had another angsty eddie thought.”

Warnings: angst, family issues, smut, p in v, age gap but both parties are well over 18, oral, m receiving

Words: 4.8k

“And then you put your middle finger riiiiight here,” Eddie explains patiently, tongue slightly poking out of his mouth as he adjusts your grip on the guitar neck. “Perfect. Now, give a little strum.”

The A-chord doesn’t sound as good as when he plays it, but it’s an improvement since you’d started this impromptu lesson half an hour ago.The fact that butterflies flapped their wings in your stomach every time he touched you didn’t help your concentration, either. 

“I still like it better when you play,” you tell him shyly, lifting the guitar and handing it back to him. “You’re, like, a natural-born rockstar.”

Eddie grins, leaning back against your bed. “Yeah, well, you can’t teach this kind of bad-assery,” he teases, booping you on the nose playfully and inadvertently sending a shockwave of shivers down your spine.

You’re about to muster up the courage to nudge him back when you hear the front door open.

“I’m home!” Andrea shouts obnoxiously, making you roll your eyes. You miss the initial flash of fear that washes over your best friend’s face, mistaking his grimace for a mutual dislike of your older sister.

You know that everyone has issues with their siblings; even ones that are close-knit still have their share of rivalries. But your relationship with Andrea goes beyond the usual bickering. Since you were very young, Andrea has bullied and tormented you incessantly. As kids, Andrea would break her old toys and tell your parents that you did it, that way they would buy her newer and better toys. From the moment that Andrea hit puberty, she was the “hot one.” Never mind not being the “pretty sister,” you had to deal with being invisible because all eyes were glued to Andrea. Then you practically were invisible when you started high school and Andrea pretended she didn’t even know you. It didn’t matter that you’d never ratted her out for all the times she snuck out of the house after your parents went to sleep. But any little thing you did wrong, Andrea went straight to your parents and snitched. It probably wouldn’t have mattered if you squealed on your sister anyway since she was quite obviously your parents’ favorite.

When boys did talk to you, it was because they wanted to get to your sister. Some of them thought treating the little sister as a charity case would get them into Andrea’s pants. The only time it was ever different was when Eddie Munson started talking to you your freshman year. He plopped down next to you at your lunch table and started talking to you about the copy of The Hobbit you had been reading. At first you thought this was another ploy to get to Andrea through you, but the longer he talked about things far nerdier than the book in your hands, you figured this guy might actually just want to talk to you. It was an odd and gratifying feeling. The first time you’d mentioned that you were Andrea’s sister, Eddie actually seemed surprised. “You two share blood?” he said. “She’s a goddamn tornado that destroys everything in its path. And you…you’re like a rainbow.” It’s the greatest compliment you’ve ever gotten. 

As your friendship with Eddie grew, you began to tell him more about how Andrea treated you. How she’d hurl the meanest, most vile words your way with no provocation. You didn’t need to provoke Andrea, she was constantly on the offensive. “Why does she treat me like shit all the time?” you’d ask, and Eddie would reply, “She doesn’t need a reason. There’s just venom in her blood.” 

Andrea was the walking embodiment of those luminescent fish that were so beautiful and shiny on the outside, only to lure the smaller, weaker fish in so that it could crush them. Her jet black hair was always shiny and never a strand was out of place. No blemish ever dared to appear on her skin, leaving her with the smoothest, most glowing complexion. Her curves seemed to be perfectly sculpted, defying anyone to not look at her and either want to be her or want to be with her. Obviously, it was impossible for you to keep up with her current flavor of the week. 

“Are you going to play for me?” you ask as Eddie just sits with the guitar in his lap. You scoot until your thigh is pressed up against his. It would be so easy to tilt your head and rest it on his shoulder. The comforting scent of cigarettes, Old Spice deodorant, and a hint of weed floods your senses as you try to be as close to him as you can—without being creepy about it, you remind yourself. 

“I, um,” Eddie mumbles, his eyes watching your bedroom door intently. “I thought you said your sister wasn’t going to be home?”

“I didn’t think she was,” you say with a shrug. “But you know Andrea, she does whatever the hell she wants. Maybe she met her quota for making children cry today and decided to come home early.” 

Eddie nods and looks back down to the guitar in his lap. He swallows so loud that you’re able to hear it, which has you raising your eyebrows. 

“Look, I know she’s demonic,” you say. “But she probably doesn’t even know we’re in here. Besides, if she was going to torture someone, it would be me, not you.”

“I don’t want her to hurt you. I’d rather she hurt me, actually,” Eddie says, still looking down at the guitar in his lap. More words rest on the tip of his tongue, but the bedroom door flying open stops him. 

“I said, I’m—oh, hi, Eddie,” she trills, giving a tiny wave. “Come back for round two?”

Round two? You glance over at Eddie, waiting for an explanation, but he just turns beet red and sheepishly drops his gaze. 

Andrea takes in the puzzled look on your face and laughs harshly. “Aw, did your best friend not tell you?” There’s nothing but malice in her tone, and you feel like a rock landed in your lower abdomen. “Well, let me fill you in.”

“N-No, I should…” Eddie starts, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “I swung by yesterday…I forgot you’d picked up that extra shift…”

Andrea rolls her eyes impatiently. “Write a goddamn novel, why don’t you?” she snaps. “I’ll summarize: you weren’t home, I was, and Eddie and I hooked up.”

“H-Hooked up?” The butterflies now have lead wings, and you feel the bile rising in your throat. 

“We slept together,” Eddie clarifies softly at the same time that Andrea quips, “we fucked.”

You try to blink back the tears that mist over your eyes. Your sister knows how you feel about Eddie; you weren’t naïve enough to tell her, she snooped through your diary and has been teasing you about it ever since. And while Eddie has no idea about the massive crush you’ve been harboring, he certainly is aware of how awful your sister is. His betrayal stings one thousand times worse. 

“Your bed is really great for sex,” Andrea sneers as you stumble to your feet. “Not that you’d know.”

This has to be a nightmare. You’re going to wake up at any moment, and the idea of Eddie and Andrea sleeping together will be a figment of your overactive imagination. It has to be, there’s no other explanation. But when you glance down at Eddie and see the shame that fills his face, you know. It’s real. Your best friend betrayed you in possibly the worst way he could have done so. All to get his dick wet.

“What the fuck?” It’s all that you can get out of your mouth. You suddenly feel like you’ve run ten miles. You’re lightheaded, your pulse is racing, and sweat is beginning to break out along your hairline. Eddie sets the guitar down and stands up. He reaches for you and you flinch away and pull back from him. The look of hurt that flashes in his eyes would normally make you want to wrap him up in your arms. But now? Now that you know that he fucked your sister in your bed, you don’t want him to ever touch you again. 

“Sweetheart, I’m—”

“Don’t you fucking call me that,” you snap. Looking past him, you can see your sister’s face is full of glee as a self-satisfied smirk settles on her lips. “What was in it for you, huh? Just to hurt me?”

Andrea scoffs and brings a hand up to her chest, reminding you of a southern belle clutching her pearls. “Are you insinuating that I don’t have feelings for dear Edward?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. Yeah, Eddie, you want to say, that’s the girl you slept with. 

“I would never insinuate that you have any feelings at all. Pretty sure you were born with a lump of coal in your chest instead of a heart. Come here, I’ll stab you with my letter opener and we’ll see the black blood come fucking rushing out,” you seethe. 

“Always so dramatic,” Andrea says with a sigh. “That must be why Eddie doesn’t reciprocate the silly little crush you have on him.”

Eddie’s eyes snap to you, and at any other time, you would’ve said him finding out is the worst possible thing to happen to you. But that’s been usurped now, so you really don’t care how he’s going to react. 

“Must be,” you retort, “or maybe he’s only into psycho bitches.” Clenching your fists, you turn to face Eddie. “I hope her pussy was worth it.” You storm over to your bedroom door, pushing past the both of them. Before you leave, you spin around to face the traitors. “I never want to see either of you again.” You don’t wait for either to respond; you just grab your bag and rush out to your car. 

You’re not sure why you drive to the Hideout; maybe it’s because you still want the comfort of Eddie, but you tell yourself it’s because the drinks are cheap and payday isn’t until next week. 

“I’ll take a Jack & Coke, please,” you tell Lou. The bartender nods, and you add, “you can put it on Eddie’s tab.” He is the reason you’re drinking, after all. 

The thought of their bodies melded into one, him holding her the way you’d only dreamed he’d hold you—it’s too much to bear. And now, like an idiot, you’d left them alone to do it again. 

Lou slides your drink over with a small smile, the most affection you’ve ever seen from the usually stoic man. You down the drink, and then another, frowning when you get the urge to break the seal. 

“Be right back,” you mutter to no one in particular, hoisting yourself off of the barstool and traipsing towards the restroom. You get a decent glimpse of yourself in the mirror: eyes still slightly puffy from when you’d been crying in the car, mascara smudged and smeared. A flick of the makeup wand has you looking a bit perkier already, and you practice your smile a few times before walking back out. 

Lou has another drink ready for you, cocking his head towards the other side of the bar. “Paid for by that gentleman over there,” he informs you, raising his eyebrows. 

You look to where he’s motioning and see a gorgeous older man giving you a little wave. His black t-shirt clings to his muscular frame, and you can’t help but notice the way his biceps ripple with each small movement. He looks to be in his mid- to late-forties, but his hair doesn’t show any signs of thinning. Short brown curls cover his scalp, cropped closely at the base of his neck. His upper body is covered in tattoos, and you immediately wonder where else he has ink. 

You saunter over to him, batting your eyelashes flirtatiously, just as you’d watched Andrea do countless times before. “I guess I should be thanking you for this drink,” you say, giggling and taking a sip. 

“Pleasure’s mine,” he offers, grabbing his green Heineken bottle and taking a swig. “Looked kinda sad, and pretty girls should always have a smile on their face.”

“It worked.” You rest your hand on his bicep, surprising yourself with your own brazenness. Or maybe it’s just tipsiness?

“You gotta name, pretty girl?” the mystery man asks, and you tell him. “Pretty name, too. Damn,” he muses. “I’m Jack. Just, uh, moved back to Hawkins a coupla days ago.”

“Moved back? So you don’t need the welcome tour?” you pout, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Pretty girl, I’ll take you up on anything you offer.”

You consider his proposition. “Let me finish this drink and we’ll see.”

His hand rests on your thigh as he tells you that he’s got a job lined up at the local power plant—immediately reminding you of Wayne, but you push the feeling down. You allow yourself to get lost in his sky blue eyes, somehow both haunting and comforting. 

You kill out your third drink, contemplating ordering one more. Either Jack was paying, or Eddie was, so all you had to worry about was how drunk you wanted to get. 

“What had you all upset earlier, hm?” Jack asks, running his thumb along the denim above your knee. “Don’t tell me it’s some stupid boy.”

“Fine, I won’t tell you then.” You giggle again—you can’t seem to stop giggling around him. “He’s not worth the time.”

Jack shakes his head. “He’s not. You don’t need to play his games. What you need,” he says seriously, “is a real man.”

“And where can I find one?”

His lips crash against yours hungrily, gently parting them with his tongue. He tastes like the hoppiness of beer and stale cigarettes, but you don’t mind. 

“That tour you mentioned earlier,” he murmurs in your ear, “can the first stop be my place?”

You give him a pout, leaning forward into his space, just enough for him to get a peek down your shirt. “I don’t know if I can wait that long.”

Jack looks around the bar, doing a doubletake when he sees the bathrooms in the back corner. He slides from his seat and takes one of your hands in his. There’s a smirk on his face as he walks backwards towards the bathrooms, tugging you along.

“Just as impatient as I am,” he says. “We shouldn’t wait any longer then.”

Without taking notice of if it’s the men or women’s room, you follow Jack in as he nudges a bathroom door open with his elbow. He’s quick to lock it behind you and his hands are instantly on you, grabbing at your waist as his mouth finds yours again. The kisses are urgent and sloppy, no teasing, just devouring one another. Your hands move down to his beltbuckle, making quick work of it and working on the button of his jeans. Strong, large hands grope over your chest as you shove his pants down, but just as you break from the kiss to get down on your knees, there’s a loud banging on the bathroom door. You’re startled and grab onto Jack’s arm, and he’s quick to wrap it around you reassuringly.

“Not in my bar!” Lou shouts through the door. 

Well, you think, can’t show my face at The Hideout again. Your face is burning in embarrassment as Jack huffs an awkward chuckle and resituates his belt. 

“I guess my place is the first stop on the tour then. That is, if you still want to?” Jack’s eyes meet yours, obviously wanting to convey that if you’re no longer interested, that’s fine. But a little embarrassment was nothing compared to how you felt earlier in the day.

“I want to,” you say. For emphasis, you grab the back of his neck and give him a kiss that proves how much you want him. When you pull away, there’s a dazed smile on his face that may be the most endearing thing you’ve seen all day. He takes your hand in his and slowly opens the bathroom door. Luckily, Lou isn’t standing on the other side of it, but you’re sure he’s not far off, watching to make sure the two of you leave. 

You force yourself not to look over at the bar as you and Jack head towards the door. It’s not like you think the bartender will tell anyone, but you can’t bring yourself to meet his eye at the moment. Jack’s car isn’t the nicest, but that’s not something you ever cared about anyway. If it gets you from point A to point B, that’s all that matters. The gentleman that he is, he holds the passenger’s side door open for you and you slip inside. He practically runs around to the driver’s side and it makes you let out a soft giggle. When’s the last time someone seemed this eager to spend time with you? And seem to be genuinely enjoying it?

The ride to his place is only about five minutes, and Jack makes sure you stay in the car until he can come around and open the door for you again. The apartment complex isn’t the nicest either, but what was in Hawkins? His place is on the first floor and you watch his hands as he fumbles with his keys. They’re large, calloused, from what you can only assume is years of work. Staring at them just makes you want to have them all over your body even more. 

As soon as he swings the door open, he’s all over you again. Frantic kisses keep his lips connected to yours as the two of you clumsily make your way to his couch. The material is worn, but not dirty, and you find yourself once again fumbling with his belt as he sits on the cushions.

“Picking up where we left off?” Jack teases, throwing his head back in ecstasy as you get back on your knees and take him into your mouth. The saltiness of sweat and pre-cum hits your tongue, his cock edging towards your throat when he brings his hands to the back of your head and helping you find the perfect rhythm.

“J-Jesus Christ,” he hisses, bucking his hips slightly and watching the tears involuntarily pooling along your lash line. “First time back in that dive bar in years, and I managed to find the girl who gives the best head in Hawkins.”

As if to prove his point further, you cup his heavy balls as you lick up and down his shaft. You keep at it for a few minutes, swirling your tongue around his overly sensitive tip before he pulls away.

“You’re good–too good; but ‘m not gonna lie to you,” he admits when you stare up at him with a puzzled expression, “I don’t bounce back as fast as those college guys you’re probably used to, and I gotta be inside your pussy tonight.”

You nod, tugging your shirt above your head as he helps you shimmy out of your jeans. “Like what you see?”

Jack doesn’t answer right away; just unhooks your bra and watches it fall to the floor. His gaze immediately snaps back to your bare breasts, beckoning you over to straddle his waist. His hard length presses against your lace panties, and the two of you moan in tandem.

“I don’t think you need these,” he mumbles, running his thumb over the lace before tearing them off completely. His middle finger easily finds your clit as he makes slow, deliberate circles.

You can’t help the way you grind against his touch, begging him to stretch you so good. The finger drags through your folds before he slips it inside you.

“So wet already, hmm? Pretty girl must need another finger.” You cry out in pleasure as his forefinger breaches your hole, pumping faster until you feel the familiar tension building in your core.

“N-Need your cock inside me,” you manage, barely able to formulate a thought, let alone a coherent sentence. 

He reaches into the pockets of the pants he discarded and fishes out his wallet to grab the foil-wrapped condom tucked away. Your eyes watch hungrily as he slips it over his cock, fucking his fist a few times to make sure he’s ready for you. His other hand grabs your waist and helps guide you until you’re hovering over his cock. Slowly, you begin to slide down, both of you letting out a groan as he first enters you. The stretch feels so good and from the way Jack’s squeezing his eyes closed and biting at his lower lip, you’d say it feels good for him as well.

“Shit,” he mumbles. “Gives the best head and has the tightest pussy.”

Your only response is a whimper as you lower yourself even further, letting more of his cock fill you up. Once you no longer need your arms to steady yourself, you brace your hands on Jack’s chest. When your hands meet the fabric of his shirt though, you frown. Unable to form words as he finally bottoms out inside you, you tug at the dark material of his shirt, hoping he gets the hint. Reluctantly taking his hands off of you, he maneuvers out of his shirt and tosses it on the floor with his jeans. Most of his chest is covered in ink and you find your eyes trailing the different designs as you rock your hips back and forth. You slide your hands down to rest on his abdomen, since there’s no tattoos there, and you can get a better view of the artwork above. A snake is curled near his right collarbone and a little beneath that there are some sort of wings, but you’re not sure if it’s meant to be an angel, a bird, or something else. On the left side of his chest there is a bird, and it looks like a crow. There’s also a small “E” down near his heart that you can only assume is for an old girlfriend. 

Jack starts rocking his hips up to meet yours and it has your mind completely forgetting about the tattoos as you close your eyes in pleasure. His hands feel rough where they rest on the skin of your waist, but it feels so good when he slides them around to the front and grabs your breasts. You give a particularly hard thrust of your hips when his thumb grazes over your right nipple. There’s a breathy chuckle below you as he sees how sensitive you are to his touch. 

“Feel good, huh?” Jack asks. Breaths becoming more shallow, you nod your head. That’s not good enough for him, though. He gently pinches your nipple, just enough to get your attention, not enough to hurt. “Use your words for me, pretty girl.”

“It’s good,” you say. “So fucking good.” 

“Tell me how it feels.”

“So deep,” you say through a moan. “You’re so big. I feel you everywhere.” It’s true. He’s definitely the largest you’ve ever been with, and in your position, it feels like he’s splitting you open. His arm wraps around your middle as he adjusts himself so he’s sitting up more, your faces closer together this way. As your eyes slip closed again, his lips settle on yours, licking into your mouth hungrily. His teeth graze your bottom lip and it causes you to moan into his mouth. 

“You’re close,” he says. It’s not a question, but a bonafide statement; he already knows your body all too well. “Cream my cock, pretty girl. Just let go f’me.”

The coil snaps as he thrusts into you harder and faster than before. He spills into the condom with a groan of your name but doesn’t pull out right away. You keep him inside you as the two of you catch your breath, coming down from your highs.

“I should go,” you murmur, realizing that there is no way in hell that Andrea won’t rat you out for coming in late and smelling of sex. “Could you give me a lift back to the Hideout so I can get my car?”

Jack nods, discarding the used rubber in a nearby waste bin as you get dressed. You start to look for your underwear before remembering how he destroyed it, and it has you getting wet all over again. 

He kisses you one last time in the bar parking lot. “Sorry I couldn’t stick around for round two,” you tease, “but maybe I’ll catch you here another time?”

“I sure fuckin’ hope so.”

You’re in your bedroom a few days later, frantically searching through your cassette collection for your favorite AC/DC tape. It’s not in the “As” section, where it would normally be, and you realize with a sinking feeling in your stomach that you’d left it at Eddie’s a few weeks ago.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you mutter. He was the only one allowed to borrow it–you’d gotten it signed by Angus Young when you saw the band in concert, and it meant everything to you. You needed it back.

The drive to Eddie’s trailer seems to fly by, now that you’re dreading facing him. You knock on the door once to no answer, but his van is parked in front, so you knock again, louder this time.

“I need my AC/DC tape,” you snarl as soon as he opens the door.

He rubs his face, combing his fingers through his hair. “Can I drop it off later? And then maybe we can talk?” he asks meekly.

“No.” You shake your head and put out your hand. “Go get the tape and give it to me now.”

Eddie glances around the trailer nervously, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Look,” he starts, “now’s really not a good time…”

You scoff. “Why? Are you fucking another one of my family members? A cousin or something?”

A brief look of hurt flashes across Eddie’s face. He shakes his head and looks down at his feet before meeting your eyes again. “No. No, I wouldn’t…” he trails off with a sigh, sensing it’s useless—and he’s right. “My dad’s here.”

That’s one of the last things you expected to come out of his mouth. Your eyebrows raise in shock as you stare at him. Eddie hadn’t seen his father in years. Didn’t want to, according to him, no matter how many times his dad reached out. The relationship was tumultuous to say the least, but you felt you never had the right to offer any advice since you couldn’t relate to his situation. And Eddie never asked, so you weren’t going to say anything. 

“Your dad?” you ask, just wanting to clarify. 

“Yeah,” Eddie says. He keeps speaking, but movement in the trailer behind him catches your eye. You blink a few times to make sure you’re seeing what you think you are. An airy giggle bursts out of you, drawing both the attention of Eddie and the man in the living room—Eddie’s father, apparently.

“What?” Eddie asks, brow furrowing in confusion. He looks behind him to see his dad, then back to you, unsure of what is making you laugh. “What’s so funny?”

Eddie’s dad stares at you, eyes widening as he comes forward to stand next to his son at the door. The shit-eating grin on your face must be confusing both of them, but it’s wholly impossible for you not to find this whole situation highly amusing. 

“Eddie?” his dad asks. “How do you know the pretty girl from the bar?”

Your ex-best friend’s gaze shoots to his father, head moving so fast that the curls whip around his head. Seeing them next to one another, you can see the resemblance. About the same height and build, same nose, and both covered in ink. Their curls are roughly the same color even if one has brown eyes and one has blue. 

“W-What?” Eddie asks, looking from his dad back to you.

“Hi, Jack,” you say, giving the older man a wink. 

“Wait, what the fuck?” Eddie asks, the color draining from his face. You wait a beat while the realization sets in. “She’s…he’s…” He turns back to you. “You fucked my dad?”

You laugh, shrugging as you reply, “Guess so.” You waltz past your bewildered friend–ex-friend– grabbing Jack’s hand as you lead him back to Eddie's bedroom. 

“Wanna help me look for my tape?” you ask, hooking a finger through his belt loop and you bring your lips to whisper in his ear, “and maybe we can see about that round two?”

Jack grins, grabbing a handful of your ass as he follows you. “Looks like we found the next stop on our tour.”

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hi! i don’t know if you take requests/fic suggestions (if not feel free to ignore), but i love your writing (where the heart is ruined me in the best way!!) and thought you would write this idea super well. basically i saw this instagram reel (and watched it on repeat like 10 times) where a dad tells a waiter that his daughter thinks he’s cute and i thought it could be a cute meet-cute-scenario for eddie (or steve if you write for him)! that’s pretty much it lol, i hope you’re having a good day!

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This may just be the cutest request I've ever gotten. I enjoyed writing this so so so much. I have to thank @munson-blurbs for suggesting I make the reader Hopper's daughter and adding another layer of hilarity to it for me. Fun fact, this scenario happened to my brother once. Only he was like, 11, so nothing was going to come from it and it was just purely my dad trying to embarrass him lol. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this!

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“Hey, welcome to Breadstix. My name is Eddie and I’ll be your waiter.”

You look up from your menu and do a double take at the beautiful man standing there. He’s tall and thin, his black t-shirt showing off his tiny waist and the light jeans showcasing the length of his legs. He has brown curly hair tucked in a bun at the nape of his neck, with a few loose frizzy pieces framing his face. The tattoos that are scattered along his arms catch your attention; your eyes being particularly drawn to the colony of bats taking flight on his forearm. But it’s when you look into his eyes that you get lightheaded and forget your own name, let alone what you were going to order for dinner. 

Going out for a family dinner with your dad and sister was never something that was particularly exciting, but it just got a hell of a whole lot better. 

“The special today is the brown sugar pork chops with a sweet potato on the side.”

“Huh,” your dad hums, eyes scanning over the menu once more. “That sounds good. I’ll take the special and a coke.”

Eddie takes down the pen that’s tucked behind his ear and scribbles down on the pad in his hand. He looks at your sister next and she gives him a sweet smile.

“For you?” Eddie asks.

“I’ll have the mushroom and Swiss burger, please,” El says. “And a water.” 

He jots that down as well then turns to you. When his eyes land on you, your mouth goes dry. Eddie shoots you a smile and you swear your stomach is too full of butterflies to eat any food. 

“And what can I get for you?” Eddie asks.

A cold shower? A date? An orgasm? 

“Um, I’ll have the spaghetti and meatballs. A-And a Diet Coke,” you manage to get out.

“Ah, my favorite,” Eddie says with a wink that nearly kills you as he writes your order down. “I’ll put those right in for you.”

He walks away from the table, and you feel your body deflate, letting out a breath and finally relaxing. You drop your head down on the table to hide the smile spread across your lips.

“What’s with you?” your dad asks.

“Hmm?” You lift your head up and look at him. El is giggling in her seat next to you, clearly knowing why you’re acting strange and bubbly.

“What’s with this sudden…mood change?” Your dad waves his hand around in front of your face, gesturing to your dopey expression. 

“I know,” El snickers and you reach over to playfully shove her. Your dad leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches the two of you. He raises his eyebrows at you girls as you nudge one another back and forth with your elbows.

“Well shit, someone slipped something into your Wheaties this morning,” he says.

But your dad isn’t dumb. As chief of police, things rarely escaped his notice. He’s just waiting to see if you’ll cop to it or not.

“No, it’s just…” You trail off, shaking your head.

“It’s what?” 

A red flush comes to your face and El covers her mouth as she lets out another giggle.

“He’s so cute.”

“Who?” Hopper asks, just flat out playing dumb now. 

“The waiter!” you say in exasperation.

“Eddie.” El says his name, leaning in towards you and wiggling her eyebrows. 

“Ah,” your dad says with a laugh. “That’s your type, huh?”

“Dad!” you admonish, face becoming even redder. 

He lifts his hands in surrender as El dissolves into laughter. Before, you wouldn’t have described yourself as having a “type” but after seeing Eddie, you can’t imagine having a type that didn’t look like him. It was hard to pick out one thing that turned you on about him the most. The package of Eddie as a whole was so overwhelming that you could practically feel the sharp stab of Cupid’s arrow jammed in your back.

You spot Eddie approaching with the drinks, so you swat at El to get her to behave. She bites her lip and stares down at the scuffed wooden table in front of her, so she doesn’t lose it again.

“Here we go. Water, coke, and a Diet Coke. Your dinner should be coming out soon,” Eddie says. “Everything okay here?”

You’re praying your dad keeps his mouth shut as you smile and nod your head at Eddie. When he gives you a smile in return, El covers a laugh by pretending to cough into her hand. You’d throttle her when you got home. Hopper seems to pay Eddie no more mind than he would any other waitstaff that his oldest daughter didn’t find absolutely beautiful.

After Eddie leaves again, conversation thankfully steers away from your romantic inclinations and into the topic of ridiculous calls that came in at the station today. El also tells you about a school project that’s coming up and tells your dad she needs to get a book for her next book report at the library. It’d be easy to think that your father forgot all about your attraction to your waiter, but when Eddie comes to deliver your meals, it’s obvious he didn’t. Sometimes the universe just liked to pull the rug out from underneath you.

“Alright,” Eddie says. He’s balancing the large tray carrying your plates on one hand, muscles rippling under the skin of his arm as he holds it up. The only thing that tears your eyes away from his bicep is when he places your dish down in front of you. “Anything else I can get you guys?”

“I think we’re all set,” your dad says. Eddie nods and tucks the tray under his arm. As he goes to turn away from the table, Hopper lifts his hand and swivels towards Eddie. “Oh, one thing.”

Eddie licks his lips as he spins back towards the table, a friendly smile on his face. “What can I get you?”

“Oh no, nothing,” your dad says with a shake of his head. “It’s just that my daughter here thinks you’re very cute.” He reaches over and pats you on the back so there’s no mistaking which one of his children he’s talking about. 

“Dad!” 

El bursts out into laughter as you raise your hands to cover your face, wanting to die on the spot. The heat in your cheeks is enough to make sweat break out along your hairline, only made worse by how fast your heart is pounding. The adrenaline rush flooding your veins is real. Being a high school student, you’ve been embarrassed plenty of times before in your life, but you think this takes the cake. Having the police chief as a father also came with its own moments of teasing and joking, but this seemed extreme even for him. Somewhere deep inside, you find the courage to peek at Eddie from between your fingers. There’s a shy smile on his face as he looks at you, his own cheeks dusted in a light bit of pink. 

“Well, that’s very sweet,” Eddie finally says, resting his hand over his heart. He opens his mouth again, but nothing comes out and you realize that not only did your dad put you on the spot, but Eddie as well. “I’m flattered.”

Slowly your hands fall from your face and into your lap. Peering up at Eddie from under your eyelashes, he dips his gaze quickly before meeting yours again. The smile on his pretty mouth makes you feel as if there’s an animal jumping and banging around inside your heart, trying to break free. 

“Let me know if there’s anything else I can get for you,” Eddie says before walking away.

Part of you feels a bit disheartened. But what did you expect? Eddie to ask you on a date because your father told him you’re attracted to him? Right in the middle of his shift? God, your dad better give him a big tip on the check. 

“You’re the worst,” you mumble as you twirl some spaghetti onto your fork. But there’s a fond smile on your face as you shoot a glare at the chief.

Eddie comes by twice more while you’re eating to see if everything is okay, and both times you can barely meet his gaze. El thinks it’s all hilarious and has a grin on her face for the rest of dinner. 

Once everyone is finished and your and El’s leftovers are boxed up, Eddie comes over with the bill. You expect him to put it down on the table right in front of your father, but he walks around him to come up behind you and reaches over our shoulder to lay the check down right in front of you.

“I figured you’d be taking care of this,” he says. You can’t see him from where he’s standing behind you, but El catches sight of the smirk on his face and her expression lights up in glee. 

It’s hard to concentrate on anything with Eddie standing so close to you that you can smell the trace of cigarettes under a spicy cologne wafting over you. When he speaks, the scent of mint is added into the mix, so you assume he’s chewing a stick of gum and you’ve never been more jealous of a piece of candy in your life. 

When Eddie walks away, you have to fight the urge to reach out and grab onto him and make him stay. El moving the check in front of you snaps your attention back to the task staring you in the face. You give El’s hand a light smack so she drops the slip of paper. You’re able to snatch it up and hold it up to your face so El can’t read it from where she’s sitting. 

I hope your dad is currently unarmed since I’d like to say that I think his older daughter is very beautiful. And inquire if she might like to go on a date with me? 555-0527 xoxo - Eddie

Your wide eyes can’t believe what you’re reading. It takes a minute for it to click in your brain what you’re actually looking at. The smile spreads across your lips next, making your cheeks ache from the intensity of your grin. 

When the paper gets plucked from your fingers you whine and furrow your brow at your father. 

“What, you going to pay?” he asks as he digs for his money in his wallet. 

“No. But I was reading that,” you say.

“Well hang on, I gotta know how much to leave don’t I? You can kiss his phone number once I’m done.”

The blush flares up on your face at his words. You weren’t going to actually kiss the paper. But the fact that said paper could lead to a kiss is what’s got you so wound up. Hopper slaps some bills down on the table and hands you the precious check back. You securely fold it and clutch it in your hands, afraid to let it out of your sight for even a moment. El grabs the takeaway boxes and the three of you head towards the door. As you take one last look over your shoulder into the restaurant, you see Eddie coming out of the kitchen. His eyes lock with yours and he gives you that smile you swear could stop time. 

“Maybe I should embarrass you more often, huh?” Hopper says from behind you. 

“No!” you and El answer in unison. 

“I’ll be right back,” you say, glancing back at your family. 

“We’ll be outside,” your dad says.

“Have fun,” El adds with a smirk before she follows your dad out the door. 

Taking a deep breath to relax your system, you start to walk over towards Eddie. 

“Hey,” he says once you’re standing in front of him.

“Hi. Look, I’m sorry if you felt embarrassed or put on the spot. He can be a bit much sometimes.”

“No, no,” Eddie assures you with a shake of his head. “First thing I thought when I walked over to your table tonight was how beautiful you are. The Chief kind of did me a favor, actually.” 

“Oh. Well, I’m glad then,” you say, face glowing from his compliment. 

“I take it you got my note?” Eddie asks, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. 

“I did,” you say, still clutching it in your hands. “And I, uh, would like to go on a date with you. So, I’ll definitely call.”

“I get off work at nine,” he tells you. 

“You’ll hear from me soon after that then,” you say with a shy shrug of the shoulders. 

“I’m really looking forward to it, uh…”

He trails off and you realize it’s because he doesn’t know your name. You introduce yourself to him and extend your hand. Instead of shaking it, like you expected, he takes your hand in his and leans in to press his lips against your knuckles. You’re pretty sure you’re going to spontaneously combust. Or have an aneurysm. Or just flat out melt into a puddle on the floor. 

“I’ll talk to you tonight then,” Eddie says.

“Tonight,” you repeat, slowly backing away from him. You don’t want to go, but you know your dad will come in and say something even more embarrassing than he already did if you make him wait too long. 

“Bye, Eddie.”

“Bye, beautiful.”

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The Gift that Keeps on Giving

Masterlist | Eddie Munson Masterlist

FanBoy!Eddie Munson x Popstar!Fem Reader

(Both Eddie and Reader are 18+)

This fic is for: birthday boy pop-up event by @corrodedcoffinfest ; the prompt is “gift”

Prompt: Gift | Word Count: 8,897 | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Eddie Munson x Popstar!Fem Reader | Content Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of Weed and Underage Drinking | Tags: Eddie Munson, Fanboy Eddie, Popstar Reader, Concert, Gift, Meet and Greet, Celebrity Crush

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Eddie is lowkey a Pervert with so many thoughts about you, Dirty Talking, Kinda a Fanboy kink if you can call it that? (Mutual between Eddie and Reader), Smut: Oral (Fem and Male Receiving), Fingering, Cum Eating, Protected PinV, afab reader

Synopsis: Eddie was your biggest fan; it started after Gareth decided to drag him to your concert. Now, Eddie just doesn't shut up about you. So, the guys decide to come together and pitch in on an amazing Birthday gift for Eddie. This is based off of this blurb I had written and I had people ask for more of these two (including them actually meeting); so woo! Also this slowly turned into the longest fic I have ever written so, I hope you enjoy!!

Word Count: 8.8k

Two months.

It had been two months since your newest album had been released to the public—copies of the vinyls sat in record stores far and wide while your top song played on every radio station on the top of every hour. 

It had been two whole months of Eddie Munson playing your album every day and night, no matter what he was doing within the four walls of his cluttered bedroom. 

Your pop sound and lyrics were a stark contrast to the usual heavy metal music that would ring through his room as he laid back on his bed, packing a bowl of the latest recommendation from his dealer. He’d play your music in the background while he messed around with his guitar, adding some heavy riffs to the poppy sounds that played from the record player. He’d sit on his bed, hand in his pants with his cock in his fist tightly; he’d stroke himself while your voice filled his ears, edging him closer and closer to release. The sound of your sweet and soft voice played late into the night, always seeming to help him drift off to sleep faster; and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that to anyone that would listen. 

Anyone. 

No, really, the Hellfire boys were so fucking sick of listening to Eddie bring you up in every conversation–during lunch at the cafeteria, between battles at Hellfire campaigns, during a late night smoke session in his van by the lake–it didn’t matter the occasion, your name was always rolling off of his lips like a prayer. It was like he was dating you; he spoke about you so highly and intimately, there was never anything negative spoken about you by that boy.

He was just such a love sick little puppy that thought about you every single minute of his morning, afternoon and evening. And the Hellfire boys always just shared looks and groaned while rolling their eyes when Eddie started talking about you. And Eddie noticed their looks, he noticed their annoyance with him but that didn’t stop him from speaking about you… it had actually gotten to the point where he would join the conversations of the cheerleaders just so he could talk about you and your music. 

You released a new song? He ran to the girls to ask if they had heard it yet before gushing over how good it was because, you never seem to have any songs that suck.

You announced a tour or a show near them? He was telling all the girls that he was going to do anything in his power to make sure he would be at that show, seeing you perform live yet again.

And, let’s be real, all these cheerleaders thought that was funny as hell, but they always allowed Eddie to join their conversations; in fact, some of the cheerleaders went out of their way and started the conversations with him. He was just like them—he was a fanboy at heart and he couldn’t help that you were his current unconventional musical hyper fixation at the moment. 

It had been two whole months of your posters and pictures being placed on his walls, hung up so carefully to ensure that they wouldn’t rip or tear. And, every time the guys came over he was constantly getting attacked and questioned by those pieces of paper. The posters were everywhere, there was one above his bed, there was one above his record player, hell, this motherfucker had one on the ceiling above his bed. You were the last thing he saw before he fell asleep and the first thing he saw when he woke up in the morning, cheesy, right? And, fuck, did the Hellfire boys tease him about that. I mean, it’s not everyday that the stoner Metalhead had pictures of a pop princess on his wall. 

But, could you blame him? You just happened to look oh so good in those posters. 

And his favorite to this day was still the one of you in that short fucking black dress; he made sure that poster was above his record player so he could look at you while sitting on his bed. He just couldn’t help it—that picture didn’t leave anything to the imagination. The way your curves were so full and perfect, god, he wanted to run his hands all over your body, feeling every single curve and divet of your plush skin. The way your cleavage looked like it could pop out of that dress at any moment, god, he wanted to reach out and squeeze your breasts gently, hearing the small moans and whines escape your mouth while he massages them between his hands, thumbs running over your hardened nipples slowly. Eddie just loved that dress on you so much but he desperately wanted to see it on his bedroom floor–preferably in a pile with his own clothes while you were pressed up against him, moaning and groaning his name with each and every thrust he made. 

He had countless thoughts about you since he had first listened to that album and somehow each one seemed worse than the last. 

He knows, he knows–he’s a pervert. You don’t have to tell him twice.

Seriously, though, each thought was worse than the last. He’s imagined you on your knees in front of him, hand wrapping around the base of his cock while taking it in your pretty little mouth. He’s imagined you on your knees on his bed while he's thrusting into you from behind, so deep and fast that you are screaming his name. He’s imagined hovering over you, kissing the soft skin of your neck as he thrusts into you slow and deep, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He’s imagined you on top of him, riding on his cock with your tits bouncing in his face. He’s imagined quickies with you after your shows in the dressing room, directly backstage, in the bathroom. You name it he’s probably thought of it with you. 

Eddie was just so whipped and craved you. Craved to know how you felt, how you smelled, how you tasted, how you sounded… he craved to know every little thing about you; all your little imperfections, quirks, any skeletons you had hidden in your closet. He just craved to know you on such an intimate and personal level. But, sadly, you were just a celebrity crush who didn’t even know he existed. 

At least, until tonight.

Tonight you were back in Hawkins, Indiana for a concert. Tonight, on Eddie Munson’s 19th birthday, you were in Hawkins, Indiana. You were in his hometown for his birthday. God, it was like the stars were aligning to give him the best birthday he’s had in a while, if not ever.

Eddie had purchased his ticket for your show months ago, literally the day they went on sale; he had called Gareth and bought a ticket for both of them (and, Gareth wasn’t entirely thrilled about that, but he knew he had to support his best friend… especially on his birthday). 

He had his ticket, he had his best friend by his side, he knew your new songs front to back; he was beyond ready for your concert.

But, the Hellfire boys had a surprise gift for him. They all knew he had a concert ticket, hell, the entire school knew he had a ticket to your show tonight. But, what he didn’t have was a meet and greet VIP ticket… at least, until Jeff pulled some strings with his dad who worked at the venue you were going to be performing at. 

And, my god, you should have seen the look on Eddie’s face when he opened that gift. At first, he looked at the Hellfire boys with a questionable look, he already had tickets, he didn’t need them. But when he read the words “VIP Meet and Greet Ticket” with your name next to it? Yeah, he screamed. A literal scream left his mouth as he thought about meeting you, talking to you, hugging you. And Gareth shook his head because he knew he’d have to stand next to Eddie the entire time during this Meet and Greet. (But, come on, Gareth was also secretly excited to meet you and see you face to face as well; he was just… not excited to deal with Eddie the whole time…) 

So, now, Eddie stood next to Gareth waiting in the meet and greet line amongst a ton of younger girls and teenage girls that were all gushing to meet you. And Eddie was shaking from head to toe. He was both excited and terrified at the same time. What if you were mean? What if you hated him? What if you were a bitch? What if you aren’t like anything he has pictured you to be? What if everything he has thought about you was actually just something he made up and you weren’t that perfect little angel he has you made out to be?

He’s never met a celebrity before… are you really just a normal person like him? Do you enjoy going to the movies just like he did? Do you enjoy listening to music and getting high just like he did? Do you enjoy pancakes over waffles just like he did? Do you enjoy spending your free time with friends and family just like he did?

“Eddie,” Gareth said, looking at his friend. Eddie snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Gareth, raising an eyebrow. 

“Hm?” He replied, looking at Gareth.

“We’re next,” Gareth said, motioning to the nonexistent line in front of them. Eddie gulped, looking up in front of him. He caught a glimpse of you and your smile and panicked. 

“I can’t do this,” Eddie said, shaking his head. Gareth rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Yes, you can. Please, you don’t shut up about her. At least talk to her.” Gareth replied, looking at his friend. “She’s not going to bite you or anything.”

“She might.”

“Next!” The security guard called, looking up Eddie and Gareth. He raised his eyebrow slightly when he saw the two boys but shrugged, allowing them through. The pair walked towards the stage where you were standing in front of a pale pink and purple backdrop with hearts all over it. 

God, why was Eddie’s head spinning? He felt hot. He felt dizzy. He felt like the room was slowly melting away from around him as he stood there, looking at you. It felt like the heavens were opening up and shining down on you as you stood in front of them, glowing like an angel, a goddess, a beautiful princess that he wanted to sweep off your feet with his wit, charm and good looks.

You looked up at Gareth and Eddie and smiled, waving them towards you. “Hi!” You cheered. “Thank you for coming, oh my gosh!” 

God, when you spoke it sounded like a chorus of angels signing around you. Eddie had never been to church, but he felt like he wanted to fall to knees to worship you and sing your praises.

Gareth stepped towards you but Eddie didn’t, he just stood there frozen. He looked you up and down, taking in your appearance. Your hair and makeup were already clearly done for the concert—hair curled perfectly, not even moving as you moved your head side to side, beautiful soft pink eyeshadow with glitter overtop, making you sparkle each time you moved. You were wearing some baggy light blue jeans and a pink crop top that showed off your midriff perfectly. 

God, you were perfect. You were real, you were perfectly real, and you were standing right in front of Eddie, beckoning him towards you with those beautiful and subtle hand motions.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” Gareth said softly, stepping closer to you. You smiled at him, opening your arms for a hug. Gareth didn’t decline, he wrapped his arms around you gently before pulling away, looking at Eddie. 

Eddie watched Gareth hug you before he stepped closer, a nervous smile on his face. “Hi,” he spoke softly. 

You opened your arms and Eddie quickly stepped closer, wrapping his arms around your body as he pulled you close to him. Your arms wrapped around him, smiling as you stood there embracing each other. His arms moved down to your waist gently as he held you against his soft and warm body. It felt like it was just you two in the room as you hugged, sparks flying around you like fireworks. He was so happy to be embracing you, to be holding you, and you allowed him to. You allowed him to hug you and hold you as long as he pleased; you didn’t pull away, you didn’t back away, you just hugged him tighter and smiled as he held you close to his body. 

After what felt like ages, Eddie finally pulled away from the hug, looking at you with a goofy and giddy grin on his face. Gareth glanced at Eddie and raised and eyebrow slightly before looking back at you. 

You smiled at them both, “thanks for coming to meet me and hang out!” You giggled, looking at them. “You probably know my name, but I don’t know yours…” You pouted, looking at the two boys in front of you that looked like they were at the wrong concert. Heavy metal band tees on, ripped jeans, boots on their feet; why on earth were they here to listen to you?

“I’m Gareth,” Gareth said softly, nodding with a smile. 

“I’m Eddie, it’s uh, it’s really cool to meet you. I’ve been listening to your music for quite some time and when I saw you were coming today I just had to come see you. Makes for a really cool birthday.” Eddie smiled, watching you. 

“Birthday? Oh my gosh, is today your birthday?” You asked, Eddie nodded slightly.

“Yeah, nineteen. Scary number,” he joked. 

“Our friend got him a meet and greet ticket for his birthday,” Gareth piped in, looking at Eddie. “He’s like, your number one fan.” 

“Oh my gosh, I was your birthday gift? That’s so cool!” You gushed, “thank you for listening to my music and supporting me, really, it means the world to me. I wouldn’t be able to do what I love doing without people like you.” 

“Yeah,” Eddie stuttered out, nodding at you. “Anytime,” he added. 

You smiled, looking at the boys. “Well, can I interest you in a picture together? A signed poster? I have to make sure my number one fan has the best birthday ever.” 

Eddie blushed. You just acknowledged him and called him your number one fan. Fuck. 

“Yeah, that'd be cool,” Eddie smiled, Gareth nodded as well. 

“Perfect, come here and smile for the camera.” You said, motioning towards the boys. They walked to you, standing on either side of you. Gareth stood on your left and Eddie stood on your right. You wrapped your arms around their backs gently and looked at the camera and smiled with the boys. Once the photo was taken you looked at Eddie with a smile. “Want a picture of just the two of us?” You asked. He looked at you nervously. 

“You, uh, you’d do that for me? Can we? Really?” He asked. You nodded. 

“Of course! Consider it a birthday gift from me to you.” 

Gareth took this as a sign to step away, leaving you and Eddie together for your own picture. You wrapped your arms around Eddie’s waist and smiled, leaning closer to him for the picture. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as a goofy grin appeared on his face.

After the photo was taken you hugged Eddie again, smiling at him. “Happy birthday, Eddie. It was nice to meet you and Gareth,” you said, glancing at Gareth. “I hope you both enjoy the show. I’ll see you around, yeah?” 

“Thanks, princess,” Eddie smiled. Gareth smiled as well, waving at you. The two grabbed their posters and were on their way while you turned towards your next fan here for meet and greet—a little girl and her mom. You were crouching towards the ground to get to the level of the little girl as she ran towards you for a hug. You hugged her tightly and smiled, rocking her back and forth gently. 

Eddie looked back and watched from afar as he left. 

Fuck, did he love you.  

“I’ll be back,” Eddie yelled to Gareth over the noise of the bar. Your concert was over and Eddie was bummed to leave, so Gareth suggested heading to the Hideout for a few drinks to celebrate his birthday. Eddie reluctantly agreed, even though he’d rather be at home right now thinking about you with his pants around his ankles and his hand on his cock, stroking himself in time to your music.

Gareth nodded at Eddie, before going back to his conversation with Jeff. They were having a heated argument about something, but Eddie didn’t really listen to the details because he didn’t really care. That sounded rude, oh well, it was true. All he cared about right now was you. 

“Jack and Coke, please,” Eddie said as he walked up to the bar, away from Gareth and the other boys in the crowd. He grunted as he took a seat in one of the uncomfortable bar stools. The bartender looked up at him and smiled slightly, nodding to get him his drink. “Thanks, Mark,” Eddie added, watching the usual bartender go off to fix his drink. Once the drink was in his hand he raised it slightly, giving a nod to Mark as he began sipping on his drink. He looked around the bar, eyeing his surroundings as he usually did. 

Your concert was over, you had left the stage long ago and were probably a long ways away from Hawkins by now. Why would you stay here longer than you had to? Eddie sighed to himself, finishing the drink in his hand a little too quickly.

He had finally gotten to meet you, to hug you, to smell you. That was weird, yeah, he’s weird, but, did you know you smell like a mixture of roses and strawberries? Like, he was walking through a strawberry field with a bouquet of roses in his hands, on the way to give you said bouquet before falling to his knees to confess his undying love for you. Begging you for a chance to let him love you and hold you for as long as you would let him.

“Mind if I sit here?” A feminine voice rang through his ear on his left side. Eddie didn’t look up, he just nodded, mumbling what sounded like a yes as he stared down at the ice in the glass his hand was wrapped around tightly. “Thanks. Hi, I’ll have a Rum and Coke, please.”

That voice. Eddie knew that voice, he had listened to it everyday for the last two months. Not to mention, he basically drooled over it a few hours prior at the concert.

He stopped, looking up to his left. His eyes widened as he saw you sitting on the barstool next to him. Live and in the flesh.

God, you looked perfect.

Your hair was still holding its curl perfectly while resting against your shoulders, your sparkly stage makeup had been removed from your face leaving a more natural look but, damn, you still looked drop dead gorgeous. Instead of the pale pink sparkly mini skirt and matching top you wore during the concert, you now had the same baggy jeans from the meet and greet and a sweatshirt with your name on it. Wearing your own merchandise, huh? Damn, that’s hot.

You smiled as Mark slid the drink your way, leaving you with a flirty wink. “This one’s on the house, princess,” Mark said and Eddie shot him a glare. 

“Oh, why, thank you.” You replied, grabbing the glass in your hand. You brought it to your lips and smiled, sipping on the drink slowly. You glanced at Eddie, nodding at him with that adorable smile of yours. Fuck. “Hi, uh… Eddie, right?” You asked, remembering him all too well from your Meet and Greet earlier in the night. And, I mean, how could you forget him? Not many others showed up to your show with a Metallica shirt, ripped jeans and chains.

Not many people showed up like that but, damn, did you love it.

“Yeah, uh, hi. Uh, yeah, that’s me… Eddie,” he replied, nodding as he set his empty glass down on the bar, releasing his grip from it. “You, uh, remembered my name?” He asked, turning his body towards you slightly in the bar stool.

You smiled, nodding your head before sipping on your drink. “It's a little hard not to remember the name of my biggest fan.” You murmured, setting your drink down on the bar. “How was the show?”

“It was amazing, really good, actually. You always seem to kill it on stage…” Eddie said softly, taking in your appearance yet again. He just couldn't believe you were here in the Hideout and sitting right next to him. He was so scared that he was going to embarrass himself in front of you and ruin any chance he may have with you. Because, he totally believes he has a chance with you, yeah. “What, uh, what are you doing here? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m really glad you’re here and sitting next to me but… I kind of figured you’d be on a tour bus driving as far away from Hawkins as possible right now. You know, getting ready for the next concert of your tour.” He rambled on, stopping at the end to take a breath.

You giggled softly, turning your body towards him. Your left elbow rested on the bar, your chin resting on your palm as a smile appeared on your face. “Why, thank you. I already said it once but, thank you for coming to my show tonight, it means alot. And, I don’t know; I don’t have another show for a couple days so I decided to stay in town for a bit… is that not a good idea? Is it not too fun here in Hawkins?” Your right hand reached for your drink, taking a couple sips as Eddie shrugged.

“Hawkins really isn’t that fun,” he admitted, smiling at the way you gave your full attention to him. Fuck. “But, I don’t know, with a gorgeous girl like you floating around… it might get better.” He smiled, leaning a little closer to you. You blushed softly, smiling at him. You finished your drink and set the glass on the bar. 

“Yeah? Is that so?” You asked, looking at Eddie again. You were able to actually take your time looking at him now, unlike earlier. Pretty brown doe eyes, beautiful yet nervous smile, long and shaggy curls that fell into his face a bit until he repositioned his head. 

“Absolutely. You might make it worth staying here,” he nodded. You smiled again, looking up at Mark as he came over towards you two, asking about drinks. 

“Yeah, I’ll take another Rum and Coke. And a drink here for my friend, Eddie, as well please.” Mark nodded at your words before walking off to make you and Eddie both another drink.  

“Woah, you don’t need to buy me a drink, princess. I’ll survive.”

“Actually, I do. Consider it a birthday gift,” you smiled, looking at Eddie with that stupid perfect grin on your face. “Speaking of, how was your birthday?” You asked, “I’ll have to admit, I’m still feeling slightly honored that you decided to spend your birthday with me.” 

“You already gave me a birthday gift today,” he argued, referring to the solo picture of the two of you .from earlier. “But, my birthday was perfect. Actually, I didn’t think it could get better but, somehow, with you next to me… it’s definitely going to go down in history as the best birthday I’ve ever had.” Eddie replied, smiling widely at you. “Not everyday you get to spend your day with your favorite popstar, you know?”

“Oh, I’m your favorite popstar, huh?” You giggled, leaning closer to him. Fuck, that giggle. 

“Well, you’re definitely up there on my list.” Eddie smiled, a chuckle escaping his lips. Mark walked back over and set the drinks down on the bar before he walked away again. You both reached for your glasses, taking them in your hands. 

“Well,” you said, raising your glass. “Happy birthday, Eddie. And, cheers to many more for you.” You and Eddie clinked your glasses together before taking a sip out of them. 

“Thank you,” he replied, nodding. “Make it a note to come to Hawkins on my birthday every year?” He teased. 

“I'll see what I can do,” you responded with a flirty wink.

“You better,” Eddie replied with a goofy smile. You sipped on your drink more, smiling as you looked around the small bar.

“This place is cool,” you commented, looking back at Eddie. “And, you hate Hawkins?” He smiled.

“Not that I hate Hawkins,” he said softly. “More so that it’s a little… boring. Not much really happens here.” He added, shrugging. He watched you with a smile on his face as you continued to look around the bar, your eyes catching the stage in the corner.

“Is that a stage?” You asked, motioning towards the corner as you sipped on your drink. Eddie’s gaze followed your and he nodded, smiling as he took another sip of his drink.

“Oh, yeah! Tons of local bands play there every week, including mine. We play here every Tuesday night.”

“Woah, you're in a band?” You asked, suddenly a bit more interested in the boy sitting next to you. 

“Yeah,” he smiled, blushing slightly as you took more interest in him. “It’s, uh, it’s called Corroded Coffin; we play some more heavy metal sounds. I’m a guitarist and lead singer in it…” Eddied replied, nodding at you.

“Corroded Coffin, huh? Sounds cool,” you giggled, finishing your drink. You set the empty glass on the bar and looked at him, “heavy metal, huh? What makes me stand out so much that you listen to my silly little pop music then?” 

Eddie chuckled nervously, finishing his drink as well. “Well, you’re very pretty, you have an amazing voice and I do have a soft spot in my heart for pop music.” He replied, setting his empty glass down next to yours. “Guilty pleasure music, I guess you can say…”

“Well, I’m honored to be part of your guilty pleasure music.” You smiled, looking at him. “Oh, and I’d absolutely love to see and hear some Corroded Coffin songs, if you’ll show me, that is. I actually do enjoy listening to a heavier metal sound from time to time.” Eddie blushed, looking at you shocked.

“You listen to heavy metal?”

“Yeah,” you giggled. “It’s funny, I make pop music but I tend to not listen to that in my free time, actually.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly as he learned more about you. “Huh. It appears there is a lot that I don’t know about you, pop princess.”

“Yeah, I get that alot,” you nodded. “So, you play guitar, huh? That’s a skill I wish I had, I’ve been pushing myself to learn but, I just have very little motivation.” You admitted softly.

“I could teach you,” Eddie suggested, looking at you with a goofy smile. “If you want me to, at least…” 

“I think I would love that, Eddie,” you giggled, looking at him. 

He smiled at your giggle, looking at you. “You’re really pretty,” he said softly, looking at you. You blushed, smiling softly.

“You’re not so bad yourself, you know that Mr. Metalhead?” You replied, causing Eddie’s cheek to turn a slight shade of pink.

And with that you were both leaning closer to each other, eyes glancing at each other’s lips as you moved closer and closer together. Time stopped. Eddie’s ears were ringing and he felt like he was vibrating. You were so close to him, so close. He could see the small freckles on your cheeks, wanting to connect them all like little constellations. He could see the tiny baby hairs that didn’t want to stay down no matter how much hairspray you used, wanting to push them back and play with them gently. He could see the small scar that sat on your forehead from when you face planted on stage one night. He could see everything, and you were so beautiful. 

You smiled your little smile, tilting your head to the side as your lips pressed against his softly. Eddie sighed, the feeling of your lips against his enough to make him weak in the knees. He moved his lips against yours, kissing you back softly as his hand moved to the side of your face. He held your cheek, caressing it even, as his thumb ran along the smooth skin. Your hand moved towards his face as well, pulling him closer during the kiss.

He suddenly forgot where he was. All the noises of the bar around; the clinking of glasses, the yelling of partiers, the sounds of men hitting on women… it was all gone. There was no one else in the room. 

It was just you and him. The way it was meant to be—the way he wanted it. The way he dreamed it would be for the rest of his life; you and him against the world. 

Eddie felt like he was dreaming. Or, he died and went to heaven. He wasn’t entirely sure which was true but he was counting his blessings, and mentally thanking Jeff for those meet and greet tickets because; fuck. That gift just keeps on giving. Literally. 

He wasn’t sure how, he wasn’t sure why, but, he didn’t fucking care about the logistics of all of this.

All Eddie cared about was the feeling of your lips on his neck as he struggled with his keys to the front door of the trailer. That, and the fact that his uncle wasn’t home, otherwise this would be awkward.

He finally got his key in the lock and turned it, pushing the door open. He stumbled inside the trailer, pulling you with him. He kicked the front door shut behind you both and led you to his bedroom, pinning you up against the back of the door. 

“God, you’re so hot,” he mumbled, lips crashing into yours desperately. Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, pulling him in closer as you kissed him back, your lips moving against his with the same desperate want and need. 

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” you replied, fingers moving through his curls gently. He groaned, his hands finding your hips. He pushed his hips against yours, grinding against you slightly. A slight moan left your lips as your eyes closed and your head fell back against the door. “Fuck, Eddie,” you sighed.

He moaned a little too loudly when he heard you say his name like that, a literal pitiful moan left his mouth as he kissed down your jawline to your neck. He attacked your neck with kisses and nips, his hips still moving against yours with a slow rhythm. “God, princess, you sound so good saying my name like that,” he mumbled, biting down on your neck a little rougher. ”You don’t know how bad I want you.”

You whined at the bite, eyes opening to look down at Eddie. Your fingers ran through his curls, tugging them gently before you looked around his room. Your eyes caught sight of the posters of you on his wall and an accidental laugh left your lips. Eddie pulled away from your neck and looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” He asked, looking at you. “Did I do something wrong?” He continued, hoping you didn’t think this was a huge mistake. 

You giggled a little, shaking your head. “No, sorry, just, you have posters of me on your wall?” You asked, glancing back at the posters that sat above his bed and above his record player. 

Eddie’s cheeks turned a bright red as he turned his head, glancing at the two posters you were talking about. “Look, I just, they came with your vinyl!” He replied, trying to prove a point. “What else am I supposed to do? Let them sit in my closet and collect dust, I mean, look at you!” He added, frantically hoping this wasn’t a weird deal breaker for you. 

Your right hand moved to his face, caressing his cheek gently before you turned his head back to face you. “You’re cute, you know that?” You asked, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. “A perfect little fanboy,” you added, kissing his lips again. ”My fanboy.”

“Fuck, yeah,” he nodded, looking at you. “Definitely your fanboy,” he replied, kissing you again. “I wanna make you feel good, please, can I?” He asked, pulling you towards his bed. You nodded, following after him. 

He tugged your sweatshirt up, pulling it up and over your body before discarding it on the floor. He laid you back on his bed gently and crawled on top of you, kissing your lips softly. Slowly, he kissed down your neck and over your chest. Eddie left soft and sweet kisses between your breasts and down your stomach, stopping right above the button of your jeans. He looked up at you, brown eyes glowing and waiting for you to give him the okay to continue.

When you nodded your head, he undid your baggy jeans. You lifted your hips gently, allowing him easier access. He pulled your jeans off gently, tossing them on the floor with your sweatshirt. He sat up on his knees, looking down at you. 

His eyes roamed over your body, committing everything to memory as you laid in front of him in your bra and panties. 

“You’re so beautiful, princess. Fuck,” he said softly, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. “Can I taste you? Please? Been dying to know what you taste like,” he begged, looking at you. 

“Fucking hell, yes. Please,” you replied, watching him pull your panties down. He left soft and sweet kisses on your inner thighs, slowly pushing your legs apart. He looked up at you as he licked a small stripe up your folds, moaning to himself as he tasted you. 

Fuck. You tasted better than he had imagined. So sweet, so… perfect. 

He licked up your folds again, his hands moving under your thighs as he pulled you closer to him, thighs now resting on his shoulders. You moaned softly, fingers tangling into his hair as you watched him. He left soft kisses on your clit, looking up at you as he did so. 

“Fuck, Eddie,” you mumbled, tugging on his curls gently. “You’re good with your mouth, ah,” you added. He groaned at your words, tongue flicking over your clit gently before he sucked on it. His right hand moved closer to your core, his pointer finger and middle fingers teasing your entrance before slowly pushing into you. You gasped at the feeling, back arching up slightly as he slowly began pumping his fingers in and out of you while simultaneously sucking on your clit. “Jesus, Eds,” you whined, pulling on his hair tighter. He groaned against you, speeding up his movements with his fingers. 

“God,” he sighed, looking up at you. “God, you’re so… hot. You’re just so fucking hot. So fucking beautiful, you sound so pretty when you’re saying my name like that. You look so pretty like that. You’re just so… perfect.” Eddie said, leaving more kisses on your inner thighs before he bit down gently, leaving a small mark on your inner thigh. 

You moaned, grinding against his fingers. “Fuck, you gonna mark me up as yours?” You asked softly, watching him leave more bite marks across your thighs. He moaned against your thigh, his hips thrusting against the bed gently at the thought. 

“Yeah,” he mumbled, nodding up at you. “Gonna make you all mine.” He bit down on the plush skin of your thigh again, his fingers curling inside of you as he pumped them. He kissed back up your body, face now inches from yours as he slowed the movements of his fingers. He pumped them slowly, curling them with each pump as he kissed your lips gently.

You kissed him back, moaning as you tasted yourself on his lips. Your fingernails ran down his back gently, scratching at the fabric of his shirt. “Eddie–ah,” you whined, moving your hips up again, grinding against his fingers as he curled them perfectly, hitting your sweet spot. “Gonna, ah, shit, gonna cum,” you moaned, kissing his lips a bit rougher than before. 

“Fuck, princess, cum for me,” Eddie groaned against your lips, speeding up his movements again. You whined his name, head falling back on his pillows as you clenched around his fingers, releasing your juices onto them with a loud moan. He pumped his fingers a bit more, helping you ride out your high as you fell back on his bed. You caught your breath, looking up at him with a sigh. He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, bringing them to his mouth. He sucked his fingers clean of your juices and moaned, looking at you. “Good god, baby, you taste amazing.” 

You blushed and looked up at him, “yeah?” You asked, smiling slightly. You sat up carefully and kissed his lips. “I bet you taste even better,” you mumbled, reaching for his shirt. You pulled it up and over his head, throwing it to the floor. You pushed him back onto his bed and straddled his lap, kissing his lips desperately. Eddie kissed you with the same desperation as his hands moved behind your back, undoing your bra gently. You slid your bra down your body, throwing it to the ground. 

You left soft and sweet kisses down his neck, chest and stomach. When you reached his jeans you left soft kisses on his erection through the denim, looking up at him as you did. You left a flirty wink before you ran your nails along his lower stomach, running over the soft hair that sat directly above his waistband.

Eddie’s breath hitched as he watched you, groaning at the sight in front of him. He had dreamed of this moment more times than he could count but never in a million years did he think it would actually happen. Like, really? Were you real right now? Or was he passed out at the bar in the Hideout?

“Can I take these off?” You asked, looking up at him as you played with the hem of his jeans. He nodded, pushing your hair out of your face gently before running his fingers through it.

“Please, princess,” he said, looking down at you. You undid his jeans quickly, pulling them down. He moved his hips up, making it easier for you to free him from his denim pants. You tossed them behind you and they landed on the floor with a thud. Your nails ran up his thighs and over the fabric of his boxers before you slid your fingers under the waistband, tugging them down gently. 

As you tugged his boxers down, his rock hard erection sprung free, hitting his stomach. You looked up at him, sinking down between his thighs.

“Well, you’re so pretty,” you mumbled, hand wrapping around the base of his cock gently. “So pretty and so big,” you commented, pumping him in your hand slowly. “Not sure if I can take all of this in my mouth but, I really want to try,” you mumbled, looking up at him as you kissed the tip of his cock. “That okay?” You asked, your tongue flicking over the slit on his tip.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Eddie moaned, watching you. “More than okay, fuck. Please, do anything you want to me, I’m yours.” You smiled, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock gently. You sucked on it slowly, moaning around him. Eddie whined, his hand running through your hair again as he gathered it gently at the back of your head. 

You moved your head down slowly, taking more of him in your mouth. He watched you, pulling your hair gently as you moved to take more and more of him in your mouth. You made it down about three quarters of the way before you gagged slightly, pulling back from him. You pumped him in your hand and looked up at him. “You’re so big, I’m not sure I can do it,” you said softly, moving back to suck on the tip of his cock gently.

“Fuck, princess, that’s okay,” he groaned, tugging on your locks again. You bobbed your head slightly, taking more of him in your mouth. 

Eddie couldn’t believe what he was seeing; this was definitely everything he imagined and more. Sure, he’d pictured you sucking his cock, but he never thought it would be too big for you to take fully in your mouth. God, you were somehow boosting his ego without even trying. Your sweet eyes looked up at him as you struggled to take him all in his mouth. Every so often you’d gag around him and pull back before going back to what you were doing. 

He moaned every time, watching you proceed to go deeper and deeper for him. He pulled your hair tighter and closed his eyes, groaning as you got him all in your mouth. You moaned around him, looking up at him. He bucked his hips up, causing you to gag loudly but stay where you were, trying to fight through the pain and uncomfort.

“Fuck, baby girl, keep doing that and I’m gonna cum.” Eddie groaned as you went back to bobbing your head slightly. He moaned your name as you took all of him in your mouth again, and he thrusted his hips up against your mouth. He tugged your hair so tightly as he panted, releasing ropes of cum into your mouth. You groaned around him, swallowing it all before you pulled away, leaving a soft kiss on the tip of his cock again. “Holy shit,” Eddie mumbled, shaking his head. “That was better than I had ever imagined.”

“You’ve… imagined that?” You asked, tilting your head slightly as you sat back on your knees on his bed. Eddie sat up, his face turning a bright red color yet again. Damn, he was really out here exposing himself to you, wasn’t he?

“I, uh,” he stuttered, looking around the room. “…no?” He said, sounding more like a question than a statement. “No, because that would be weird and not right.” He mumbled, a giggle escaped your lips as you moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“You sure?” You asked, tilting your head as you looked at him. “Because, I think you’re lying.” You mumbled, fingers trailing small circles on his chest. 

“And if I am?” He asked softly, hands moving to hold your hips. 

“I think that’s really hot…” you replied, leaning in to kiss his lips softly. He groaned against your lips and kissed you back, pulling you closer to him. He laid you back on the bed softly and hovered over you, looking down at you. 

“You are just so incredibly beautiful,” he mumbled, leaving soft kisses on your neck. “I still cannot believe this is happening,” he added, his right hand roaming over your body. He moved up to your chest, squeezing your left breast gently as he continued to kiss down your neck and upper chest. He kissed over right breast, tongue flicking over your hardened nipple. You moaned softly, hands tangling into his hair gently. 

“You’re so sweet,” you purred, tugging on Eddie’s locks. He moaned at the feeling and wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking on it softly. You gasped at the feeling, head falling back on the pillows. “Fucking shit, Eddie, I think I’m going to need you to fuck me.” You mumbled, Eddie’s head shot up, looking down at you.

“Yeah?” He asked, sitting up gently. “You want me to fuck you, princess?” He asked, moving towards his bedside table for a condom.

“Want you to fuck me,” you mumbled, running your fingers over his bicep gently as he fished for a condom. “Need you to fuck me,” you added, nails scratching up and down his muscular biceps more.

“Fuck,” he groaned, opening the condom. He stood up, pumping his cock a few times before he slid the condom on slowly. He stood at the edge of his bed and grabbed your thighs gently, pulling you towards him. You squealed softly, looking up at him as he lifted your thighs, moving closer towards you. He teased your folds with the tip of his cock before he pushed in slowly, moaning as he felt you around him. 

You gasped at the feeling, looking up at him. “Eddie,” you whined softly, eyes closing slightly.

“Fuck, princess,” he groaned, filling you up completely. He stayed still for a second before he started to thrust in and out of you slowly. He pulled you closer and your legs wrapped around his body, holding him against you. “Shit,” he mumbled, hands moving down to your breasts. He squeezed your breasts, massaging them as he continued to thrust in and out of you. “So pretty like this, fuck. You look so pretty taking my cock,” he groaned out, leaning down to kiss your lips.

You groaned and kissed him back, hands wrapping around his wrists as he continued to thrust. He picked up the pace a bit, thrusting faster and deeper as he squeezed your breasts harder. 

“Ah, fuck, Eddie, shit,” you moaned, moving your hips against him as he thrusted. “Shit, fuck, you’re so big. You fill me up, god, fuck, made just for me, my perfect fanboy,” you whined, lips moving against his with desperate kisses. He moaned louder, thrusting deeper.

“Fuck, yeah. I’m your fanboy,” he groaned, biting your bottom lip gently before he tugged on it. “You’re my popstar, favorite one ever. Taking my cock so good and sounding so pretty, fuck, your moans sound prettier than your music.”

Eddie released your breasts from his hands and moved his left hand down to where your bodies were connected, rubbing slow and tight circles on your clit. A loud moan escaped your lips as your back arched off the bed, looking up at him. “Eddie, shit,” you moaned, nails scratching down his biceps again. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Yeah?” He asked, thrusting faster. “Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Gonna cum on my cock? Gonna cum on your favorite fanboy’s cock?”

You moaned, nodding your head repeatedly. “Yeah, fuck, gonna cum on my favorite fanboy’s cock,” you said blissed out as you felt your high come closer. Eddie made one more deep thrust and felt you clench around him. Your head fell back on the bed as you released around his cock, whining at the feeling. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you muttered.

“God, fuck, you’re so pretty baby,” Eddie groaned, “I’m gonna cum, fuck.”

“Yeah? Fuck, cum for me pretty boy,” you sighed, feeling completely blissed out. “My perfect little fanboy.” Your legs tightened around his waist, holding him close to you and inside of you. Eddie moaned at your words, his cock twitching inside of you as he released into the condom. He made a couple more thrusts before he groaned. Your legs fell back down and Eddie pulled out of you, helping you steady yourself so you didn’t fall off the bed.

He placed his hands out for you to grab and helped you sit up on the bed gently. You smiled slightly and sat on the edge of his bed, looking at him. “You’re so perfect,” he sighed, leaning in to give you a soft kiss on the lips. He reached for your panties and his Metallica shirt, handing them to you before he slid the condom off, tying it up before throwing it in the trash. You accepted the shirt and panties, sliding them both on before falling back on his bed. He chuckled slightly, looking at you. “You okay, princess?” He asked, you looked at him and nodded.

“Yeah, you just took a lot out of me, fuck, you’re amazing,” you said, smiling at him. “And, you’re coming to bed with me… right?” You asked, he shuffled towards you and smiled.

“As if that’s even a question.” He grabbed his boxers from the floor and slid them on before laying down in the bed, wrapping his arm around your waist gently.

You moved towards him, a smile on your face as you rested your head on his chest. He left a soft kiss on the top of your head and hummed, closing his eyes.

You giggled softly and he opened his eyes, looking down at you. “What?” He asked, pushing your hair out of your face gently with his finger tips. 

“A poster on the ceiling? Really?” You giggled more, pointing to the poster of you on the ceiling. He blushed softly, groaning as he covered his face with his hand. 

“Please don’t start with me,” he mumbled. 

“My perfect little fan boy, huh?” You teased and he turned bright red. 

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” He sighed, leaving another soft kiss on your forehead. 

“Oh, I will.” You said, snuggling into his side more as you closed your eyes again. 

Eddie held you close to his body and smiled a little. Tonight was different for him, he didn’t need to listen to your music to help him sleep. Instead, he was able to hold you in bed, listening to your breathing and soft snores.

Yeah, this was way better. 

Eddie woke up the next morning to some knocks on the front door of the trailer. He grunted, rolling out of bed gently. He found a dirty shirt from the floor and slid it on over his body. He stretched, groaning as the knocking continued. He looked at your sleeping form and smiled, remembering everything that happened the night before. He leaned down, leaving a soft kiss on your head before he shifted towards the front door of the trailer.

He glanced around and shrugged when he didn’t see his uncle, huh, must be working a double. 

Eddie opened the front door, Gareth and Jeff standing on the other side. “What?” Eddie groaned, rubbing his face as he leaned against the door.

“Well, good morning, sunshine,” Gareth teased, crossing his arms over his chest.

“We’re just checking in on you,” Jeff added, shooting Gareth a glare.

“I’m fine, why?” Eddie yawned, looking at his friends with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, how were we supposed to know? You left us at the Hideout and just disappeared.” Gareth shot back with a snark tone.

“Damn, chill,” Jeff said, looking at Gareth. “It was his birthday, he probably got wasted and came home to sleep it off.”

Eddie went to open his mouth and reply but he was cut off by you. You called his name and walked towards him in your panties and his Metallica shirt from the night before.

“Eddie,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his waist. “You left me alone in bed,” you added, leaving a soft kiss on his neck.

“Sorry, princess,” Eddie said with a small smirk, arm wrapping around your shoulder gently. 

“It’s okay,” you shrugged, looking up at his friends. You remembered Gareth but didn’t know his other friend. “Oh!” You smiled, nodding at his friends. “Gareth, right? And, I’m so sorry, but I don't believe we have met yet,” you added, looking at Jeff.

“Gareth, yeah,” Gareth replied, staring at you.

“Jeff,” Jeff said, sticking his hand out for you to shake. You smiled and shook it gently.

“Nice to meet you, Jeff. Good to see you again, Gareth.” You smiled at the boys before turning your attention back to Eddie. “Come back to bed when you can, yeah?” You asked, placing a soft kiss on his lips before you turned back towards his room. 

Gareth and Jeff both stared at you as you walked away, retreating back to Eddie’s room with a slight shake of your hips. 

“There’s no fucking way.” Gareth said, looking back at Eddie. “Seriously?! You took her home?!” He questioned, the sound of jealousy evident in his voice. 

“Yeah, I did; so what?” Eddie smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the door. 

“Fuck,” Jeff muttered, still looking in the direction you went.

“Oh,” Eddie mumbled, remembering something. “Thanks for those VIP meet and greet tickets, Jeffy boy.” Eddie smirked. “Now, I must be going, have a good day.” 

Gareth and Jeff just shared a look as Eddie closed the door in their faces, making his way back to his room to be with you again.

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Drunk Dial: Eddie Munson blurb

18+ Minors DNI

"I just wanted to tell you something, as a friend." Eddie goes on. You've been on the phone for 15 minutes now. You can tell he's had one too many beers. His words running together a bit, his voice a little louder than usual.

"Of course." you tease, a giggle falling from your lips. You had just finished a joint when your phone rang, Eddie insisting he had something important to tell you.

"Your body is bangin.”

"Bangin' huh?" you giggle, your cheeks reddening immediately, grateful that he wasn't standing in front of you.

"Listen.. even friends can appreciate their friends uh-parts." he slurs, a little giggle slipping his lips.

"That skirt the other day, baby. Fuuuck." He groans dramatically. "Your ass.. your fucking curves."

"Eddie." you whisper, barely able to speak as compliments continue pouring from his lips. This wasn't the first time Eddie had said something like this but he wasn't usually so blunt.

"Shhh! I'm just trying to tell you." he chuckles again, "I would have bent you over right then and there if you woulda let me." his playful tone darkens in an instant.

"I-" Suddenly you wished he was standing in front of you.

"Mmm.. I can picture it now." he hums. "Pushing your skirt above your hips. Teasing you first. Do you like to be teased, sweetheart?"

"Fuck, Eds." you breathe out, your heart pounding in your chest, your pussy beginning to throb from his words.

"Shit, sorry baby.. I'm a little," he pauses to hiccup loudly, "a little drunk."

"It's okay.. I-I do like to be teased, by the way." you whisper into the phone, not wanting the conversation to end. Your high giving you a little boost of confidence.

"Yeah? Can I tell you what I'd do first?Hypothetically.” he rasps.

"Please." you whimper.

"Shit.. yeah, okay. First I'd bend you over.. like we talked about." he says giddily.

"Mhmm."

"Then I'd run my fingers up your thigh slowly until I reach your panties. I bet they'd be wet. Would they be wet, sweetheart?"

"So wet." you purr, escalating the situation further, resulting in a deep moan from Eddie.

Fuck, he's hot.

"I would bring my fingertips to your clit, starting slow. Teasing you just a bit. Then I'd move lower, feeling your soaked panties."

"Soaked?" you egg him on.

"Fucking drenched." he groans.

"What next?"

He chuckles lustfully at your eager tone. "I'd slip them to the side.. what color are they, baby?"

"Red. Lacy."

"Fuck me. Mmm.. okay. I'd slip the lace to the side, finally feeling you on my fingers.."

"Fast or slow?"

"Slow, in and out, I bet you feel so fucking good.”

“How many fingers?" he moans growing hard at the thought.

"Two?"

"Two.. yeah.. two sounds good. I'd start slow, gliding them in and out, speeding up, listening to your sounds.. finger fucking you real good, sweetheart. Make you cum all over my hand. God, know you'd be so wet."

"So wet for you, Eddie. My pussy would be so wet for you." you purr, surprising yourself with your words.

"Sweetheart... you're gonna make me cum." he blurts out at the same time that you blurt out your own sentence. "Do you wanna come over?"

"Yes. God, yes." he answers hastily.

"Wait, Eddie.. I don't think you should drive right now."

"No, no, no. I'm not driving. Stevie here is gonna drive me. Aren't ya buddy? Oh, here. You wanna say hi?" You hear a rustling on the other end of the phone. Oh god.

"Uh.. hi." Steve mutters awkwardly through the phone.

"Heh.. hi Steve." your face blushes profusely as you realize Steve must have been there the whole time.

"So. uh- need me to bring him?"

"Mhmm.. yeah. Please."

"I'm about to fuck your brains out." Eddie's voice comes through the phone again. CLICK.

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now picture eddie giving you this look while he’s performing

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Just a Call Away

sugar daddy!eddie x fem!reader

will eventually contain smut so MDNI

cw: drinking, reader throws up

This is only part one. Part two with be posted soon!

The store is nothing but crowded when Eddie enters it. He intends on getting a new phone because his old one shattered, but seeing as the store seems very busy, he’s so close to just coming back at a different time.

That is, until he spots you as he heads over to the counter. You seem stressed, talking to the employee so politely even though you seem upset about whatever they’re telling you. He doesn’t know why, but he’s captivated by you. By the way you speak. He’s so caught up in listening to you that he barely even notices the other customers whispering about him.

Eddie doesn’t even acknowledge them, still listening to your conversation with the other employee. From what he can gather, it seems like you’re short a few dollars for whatever you’re wanting to purchase.

He doesn’t know why, but he wants to help you. He feels the need to. And that doesn’t happen, ever. Eddie only ever does things for Eddie. Well, except for his friends. Sometimes. In his mind, he didn’t get where he was by being nice.

You know you’re a few dollars short, (which doesn’t make sense because you swore you had the exact amount in cash) and you know that there’s nothing they can do, but you really need this computer. You need it for your job since you work from home and you spilled wine on your old one. You’re about to just pay what you can in cash and put the rest on your card, even though your account will be negative, when a black Amex card is put right in front of your face.

The employee behind the counter takes it and you turn around to face your savior, a gasp leaving your lips as you realize who it is. Eddie Munson? What was he doing there and why was he paying for your computer? From what you had heard, he didn’t seem to be the nicest so you didn’t know why he was doing something so generous, especially for you, a stranger.

“Th-thank you,” you thank him, handing the cash in your hand to him, but he shakes his head before taking his card back.

“Don’t mention it,” he says, as he puts his card into his wallet then pulls out another card before handing it to you. You look down at it and notice that it has his name and number directly in the center in a small font.

“Here’s my card,” he says with nothing to follow up. You don’t know why he’s giving it to you. He owns a record label and you are by no means a singer. You take it anyway for bragging rights. Because how else would people believe that you actually met one of the most successful men on the planet?

Neither of you know why he’s doing it, but he is. And he’s doing it happily, even though it’s hard to tell because he’s not smiling. That’s not Eddie’s thing. He thinks something’s wrong with him because he never does things like this. He only offers his card to people he could potentially do business with. Not women he randomly meets in a Best Buy. And he doesn’t buy them computers either.

“Thank you,” you say and pocket the card, knowing damn well you’re not going to call him for anything. Especially because he’s a busy man and you don’t want to bother him with your silly problems.

“Any time,” he winks, then turns on his heel to head out of the store, his broken phone completely forgotten because all he’s thinking about is you. He doesn’t know why he’s so captivated by you, but he is. So much so that he wishes that he got your number instead of giving you his so he can make the first move.

He doesn’t know why he’s so distracted by you as he’s never really had a thing for younger women. He honestly doesn’t know anything. For once, he’s not thinking about himself and that scares him. What’s so special about you and why is he so drawn to you? Why does he want to follow you out of the store and ask to get a cup of coffee with him at the cafe down the street?

But he doesn’t. He can’t. You’re too young for him and even if you were around his age, he still wouldn’t make a move because he doesn’t do that sort of thing. He doesn’t go on dates. He just invites women into his bed and has them leave in the morning never to call them again so they can’t get attached. That’s the deal and that’s what works best for him.

So he goes home alone where he has dinner by himself just the way he likes it before Helena, no, Hilda, or was it Hannah? Whatever her name is, she comes over and she doesn’t care what she’s called and she’s gone in the morning, leaving Eddie to think about nothing but you which still weirds him out.

You can’t stop thinking about Eddie either, partly because he bought you the very computer you use to work from home and partly because he’s somehow even hotter in person. You’ve always thought he was hot and anytime you see him on a magazine cover or any advertisement, you and your friends giggling as you stare at whatever it is, commenting on how hot you all think he is.

You think about the card often and never get anywhere close to calling him, but sometimes, sometimes you just think about calling or texting him but you never do. You just let it sit in your wallet, very often just itching to call him just so you can hear his voice. But you chicken out every time. You’ve never had a valid enough reason.

“Just one more,” Robin tells you as she hands you yet another shot of vodka and you take it. You’re not usually a huge drinker, but as soon as you see your ex boyfriend approach you, you down it and ask for another. Vanessa understands her assignment and pours you another before standing in front of you, protecting you from him.

“Look, y/n, can’t we just talk?” He asks with a sigh, leaning over so he can see you, but Vanessa is quick to lean in whatever direction she can to block you as you turn and head in the other direction, chugging your drink that she had made for you only a few minutes prior.

You don’t know why you’re so surprised to see Jeff. You’re both still in the same friend group even though there’s tension because of your breakup. Everyone’s made it clear which side they’re on, some of them holding a grudge against you because you were the one who split the group up in the first place.

You still don’t know why it was your fault when Jeff was the one who cheated. You actually caught him in the very house in one of the bedrooms. You still see the image sometimes when you fall asleep at night. His head was between a girl’s thighs as her hands wound into his hair, her back arching as she orgasmed. So many things swirled around in your head as you caught him. The first being that you weren’t even surprised.

He had been distant for months, always working “late nights” then coming home and telling you that he missed you while smelling like another woman’s perfume. You should have broken up with him right then, but you felt like he deserved the benefit of the doubt. Why, you’ll never know when all the evidence you need was right in front of your face.

But you think the worst part of it all was that he never went down on you. Any time he had the intention, he’d make up some sort of shitty excuse then make you suck him off. And seeing him pleasure another woman that way, another woman that wasn’t even his girlfriend, well, that felt like a stab in the back. Seeing him so willing to do it while his girlfriend watched.

And the cherry on top was that Jeff had the audacity to lie about it. It had happened right before your eyes and he had tried to convince you that you were just seeing things. That it was another guy and you only thought it was him because you had too much to drink.

So, you broke up with him and have been avoiding him like the plague any time you see him around town, especially because he seems so insistent on getting back together with you. And tonight is no different as he follows you around the house, pleading, begging you for another chance.

“Baby, please,” he whines and the nickname that used to make your heart flutter now just makes you feel sick.

“I’m not your baby anymore, Jeff,” you tell him as you turn around to face him, pointing your finger in his face. “You lost the right to call me that six months ago. You only want me back because I was the only one stupid enough to fall for your bullshit. Now leave me alone.” You turn to leave once and for all, but Jeff grabs hold of your wrist before you can.

“Not so fast,” he says with a chuckle. His eyes are dark and for once, you’re actually afraid of him.

“Jeff, seriously, let me go,” you demand, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but his grip only tightens, making you wince. He lets you go and maybe it’s the drinks or the shoes Vanessa insisted you wear, but for whatever reason, you’re falling right on your ass, trying your best to hide your tears as a few of the partygoers help you to your feet.

After you’re on your feet, you head to the kitchen to swipe a bottle of wine before heading up the stairs into one of the empty rooms for some much needed alone time. You screw off the top and chug down a good bit before setting it to the side. You know Vanessa would be more than happy to take you home, but she seems to be having fun so you go to the Uber app to call for one.

That is, until you get an idea. One that you would never have sober. You exit the app and go to your contacts, scrolling through them until you come across his name. You tap on it and hover your thumb over the “call” button, but decide against it, not wanting to bother him.

It’s not an emergency and you don’t even know where he lives, doubting he’d want to come all the way to the city just to pick you up from a party. You’re also sure that he just gave you the card to be nice, not even thinking that you’d use it. But your thumb seems to have a mind of its own as you accidentally press the button, the phone already ringing before you can hang up.

“Hello?” A voice picks up on the other line and you try to collect yourself before you answer, not wanting him to hear how shaky your voice is from the crying. You panic as you hear his voice and quickly hang up, pressing the red circle furiously as the line goes dead. You then toss your phone across the room as you try to calm your breathing. What have you done?

You reach for the bottle again and take a few more sips as you hear your phone vibrate and you just know it’s him. No one else would be calling you this late. You stay where you are, though, letting the phone go to voicemail. You can’t answer it. You’re too embarrassed by your drunk actions to actually face the consequences. He’ll probably just leave a message that you can delete later because there;s no way you want to remember any of this.

But then the phone rings again, vibrating against the floor, face down so you can’t see who it is. You hesitantly get up and reach for it. One call is one thing, but two is another. He doesn’t have your number so you’re sure that he’s just trying to make sure that you’re not a potential client.

“Hello?” You answer, squeezing your eyes shut, hoping, praying that he doesn’t recognize your voice. But how can he? You’ve only spoken to him once. “Eddie, It’s y/n.” You sound so upset and now you’re afraid he’s going to worry about you.

“Oh, y/n, hello,” he replies. “You’re calling late.” His voice is now concerned. More so than you would have thought and now you feel horrible for disturbing his night.

“I know and I’m so sorry to bother you-”

“You’re not.” He’s always up late either partying or doing business or even when he can’t sleep, which is always. “What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing, I think I must have butt-dialed you.” While not technically true, you still don’t think you’re lying. You’re not in your right mind and you really didn’t mean to call him.

Eddie hides his disappointment well. He was hoping that you were calling him to chat or ask him for a favor, but knowing that you accidentally called him makes him feel sad. He doesn’t know why, though. He could have any woman he wants but here he is, hung up on someone he doesn’t even fucking know.

“Oh,” he nods, trying his best to not sound disappointed.

“Yeah, sorry for interrupting your night.” You’re slurring and if you can tell then you’re sure that it’s super obvious to Eddie and the thought of him knowing that you’re drunk is so embarrassing. You really wanted to be sober when you called him (not that you would) but obviously that ship has very much sailed.

Half the bottle is gone now and you can feel it. You can’t remember the last time you were this drunk and now you remember why you sip on your drinks throughout the night. Being this drunk always leads to bad decisions like stupid online purchases or even calling millionaires who have much better things to do than talk to you.

“You didn’t interrupt anything. Is there something I can do for you?” You wonder what he’s up to, imagining him sitting in his multi million dollar mansion, talking to you as he sits on a couch that probably costs more than you’ll ever make in your life. And you can picture him in a luxury silk robe that has something embroidered into it like his name or something.

“No,” you shake your head even though he can’t see you. You know you should hang up, but you just can’t get yourself to. You need something, anything to keep the conversation going.

“Are you sure?” Honestly, you really want him to come and rescue you. You want him to pull up in his fancy car and all of the people who sided with Jeff to see just how well you’re doing. But then you start to feel bad because that would be using him and you wouldn’t want to be that kind of person. You’ve only met him once and would hate if he got the wrong impression of you.

“I’m sure,” you reply as an uneasy feeling takes over your stomach. You drop your phone and hurry into the bathroom that’s thankfully inside the bedroom and throw up into the sink because there’s no way you’re going to make it to the toilet. You wipe your mouth when you’re done then slowly lift your head to look at your reflection in the mirror.

You’re a fucking mess. Your dress has beer all over it and you’re confused as to where it came from since you didn’t even have any beer. Your makeup is all smeared and you have to turn away because you can’t stand to look at yourself anymore.

“Sorry, I’m back,” you sigh, your words still slightly slurring. “I threw up,” you tell him casually, as if you’re giving him a weather report.

“Do you need me to come pick you up?” He’s worried now and you would hate for him to have to do that. You don’t know how far away he is and honestly, it’s just a waste of gas when one of your friends can just drop you off on their way home.

“Oh, no, no,” you shake your head furiously. “You don’t have to do that.”

“You’re clearly very drunk and I would feel alot better knowing that you were safe under my watch.”

“Whatever you say, daddy,” you slur then ramble off the address, hoping that you have it right. You then hang up then toss your phone onto the floor.

You can’t believe that it’s that easy, feeling like there should have been some sort of catch. So a billionaire can drop everything and come pick you up from a party just because you asked, but with guys like Jeff you can’t even get a text back?

You sit on the floor and stare at your phone, anxiety now coursing through you as you begin to sober up. Oh god, what have you done? Did you seriously agree to have Eddie Munson pick you up at a party because you were drinking? You think that maybe it’s not too late to call him and call the whole thing off, but as soon as you reach for the phone, you realize that it’s dead.

With that realization, you reach for the wine bottle and take a swig, trying and failing to ease your anxiety. You decide you should head back downstairs, but it’s just so nice and quiet compared to the loud music and conversation of the party.

So you stand up, even though it’s hard to walk in the heels Robin and Nancy made you wear to go with your revenge dress. Every step hurts, but it beats stepping foot on the gross, definitely sticky floor so you decide to tough it out as you step out into the hallway.

You descend the stairs and you wonder if who you’re seeing is real and not just a figment of your drunk imagination or if Eddie really is there. But the second he lays eyes on you, a smile breaks out on his face so he has to be real.

He looks so damn good in just his jeans and t-shirt and you feel like you could faint just from looking at him. He’s so hot it’s unfair with his tight t-shirt and his hair that’s the perfect amount of messy. You like seeing him like this, so casual as opposed to his usual suits.

“There’s my girl,” he says, holding his arms out and once you’re down the stairs, he motions for you to move forward, taking you by the hands and stepping back so he can take in your outfit. “Well, don’t you look pretty, doll? Am I the luckiest guy or what?” He’s asking the audience he’s gathered and there are mutterings, but it’s not anything you can make out.

You have no idea what he’s doing, but who are you to deny him when he’s showering you with compliments? Now you understand how he’s always able to get women into bed so easily. The charm plus the looks are a very lethal combo.

“Now c’mon, my love,” he drops an arm over your shoulder and pulls you close. “Let’s get you home.” He takes the bottle from you then hands it to one of the party goers before pulling out the door and towards the very nice car that’s parked on the street.

You’re still sure that you’re dreaming even though you can feel his rough hand in yours. The rough hand that you so desperately want to-

“After you,” he says as he opens the door to the backseat.

You want to thank him. Not just for him opening the door for you, but everything. He didn’t have to come all this way, especially so late and he certainly didn’t have to make a whole show out of it. But he did just because he’s that kind of guy.

You slide into the backseat and Eddie follows, making sure you’re both situated before the driver pulls out of the driveway, turning onto the road.

In the state you’re in, Eddie really wouldn’t feel comfortable sending you home alone. He’s not a saint by any means, but he tries his best to make sure that the people around him are cared for. He wants to make sure that you have pain reliever and water and a comfy bed to sleep on.

So as you’re falling asleep on his shoulder, he tells the driver to just take the two of you back to his place where he carries you inside and puts you into his bed with a glass of water and two ibuprofen on his nightstand while he goes downstairs to the couch. And as he grabs a blanket and tries his best to fall asleep, he realizes that just having you upstairs, he suddenly feels a little less alone.

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PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME ⋆ ˚｡ ୨୧ steven grant

⋆ ★ a desperate, emotionally charged steven, who is not ready to let go of you after you decide to leave him, realizing he's been hiding many secrets — short blurb !!

cw ᝰ.ᐟ use of y/n ,, gender neutral reader ,, sfw ,, angst ,, break up ,, desperate steven

(y/n) stood in the small hallway, their heart pounding in their chest as they gazed at the neatly packed suitcases by the door. they had been living with steven for nearly a year now, and while the beginning had been a whirlwind of excitement, the novelty had long since worn off. beneath the surface, a gnawing sense of unease had taken root, growing stronger with each passing week.

it wasn't until recently that (y/n) had begun to realize the true extent of steven's secrets. at first, you had brushed off the odd comments and strange behavior as quirks, the result of a stressful job at the art gallery. but as the months went by, the cracks in his facade became impossible to ignore.

late night phone calls in a language you didn't understand, whispered arguments with an unseen presence, and the occasional lapses in memory that left him disoriented and confused, even acting like a completely different person at times. (y/n) had tried to be patient, to give him the time and space he needed to open up to them. but as the months went by and the secrets only seemed to multiply, they knew that they could no longer go on living in the dark.

just as you were about to make your way to the bedroom to confront him, steven appeared in the doorway, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and fear. he looked disheveled, probably haven just woken up, his hair a mess of tangled curls, and his shirt partially unbuttoned, exposing a glimpse of his toned chest.

"right, what’s this then?" he asked, his voice tight with anxiety as his gaze flicked from your face to the packed suitcases. "youre not leaving, are you?" there was still an edge of playfulness in his voice, like he was trying to diffuse the situation.

there was a beat. a second of stilled silence filling the air like static as you took a moment to compose yourself. only then did he realize this was no joking matter.

"i can't do this anymore, steven," your voice was soft, trembling with a cocktail of sadness and frustration. "not when you're still hiding so many secrets from me."

stevens brow furrowed, and he took a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to grasp your arm. his fingers were warm and gentle, a pleading resonating in his eyes. "wha’dya’mean, love? what secrets?" he asked, his voice rising in pitch as the realization of what was happening began to sink in.

you pulled away from his touch, unable to bear the weight of the lies that still lingered between them. "don’t play dumb," you said, voice hardening with a mix of anger and sadness. "you know exactly what i mean." you shook your head, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over.

steven's face paled, and he leaned against the wall for support, his body trembling slightly as he tried to process your words.

"(y/n), I... I don't know what you're talking about," he said, but there was a hollow quality to his voice, a sense of desperation that belied his words.

your heart clenched at the anguish in his eyes, the raw desperation that clung to his words like a second skin. you wanted to reach out, to pull him close and promise that everything would be alright, that you would never leave his side. but the weight of his secrets, the knowledge that he could never truly be open with you, held you back.

taking a step closer to him, your eyes searching his face, seeing the fear, the panic that gripped him like a vice.

"I've tried to be patient, I've tried to give you the time and space you needed to open up to me. But it's been nearly a year, and nothing has changed."

your voice rose with each word, the emotion you had been holding back for so long pouring out like a flood. you could feel the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, the ache in your chest growing more intense with each passing second.

"i love you, stevie. god knows I do. but I can't be with someone who won't let me in."

you paused, your breath catching in your throat as you tried to steady yourself. you knew that the next words you spoke would change everything.

"im breaking up with you. im sorry”

“no…”

desperation, raw and all-consuming, gripped steven like a merciless tide. It crashed over him in waves, threatening to drown him in its icy depths. his heart raced, pounding against his ribcage like a caged animal desperate to break free. the blood rushed to his ears, a deafening roar that drowned out the sound of your voice, your words lost in the cacophony of his own panicked thoughts.

fear, primordial and bone-deep, coiled around his spine like a serpent. it squeezed the air from his lungs, leaving him gasping, his chest heaving with the effort of drawing breath. the terror of losing you, of watching you walk out of his life and out of his reach, filled him with a horrifying clarity.

stevens mind reeled, a whirlwind of fragmented thoughts and half-remembered memories. the weight of his secrets pressed down on him, a physical burden that threatened to crush him beneath its immensity. the truth of his fractured psyche, the ancient curse that bound him to the will of a long-dead god, clawed at the edges of his consciousness, desperate to be unleashed.

a flicker of defiance sparked to life in the depths of his eyes. It was a stubborn, unyielding flame that refused to be extinguished, no matter how hard the tide of emotion threatened to snuff it out. he let out a dry, bitter laugh. shaking his head like he was trying to convince himself this was all fake. “no…” he repeated.

steven reached out to you, his hand outstretched and trembling, his fingers aching to feel the softness of your skin against his own. he tried to speak, to form the words that would keep you by his side, but his throat constricted, the muscles seizing up in a spasm of fear and desperation.

"love, please," he choked out, his voice a broken, jagged thing. "please, don't say a thing like that. lets not be rash.”

“steven…” you try to object, but he cuts you off, seemingly in denial.

steven stumbled forward, closing the distance between them in a desperate lunge. his hands gripped your shoulder, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your arms as he clung to you like a man drowning and you were his only hope of salvation.

"im begging you," he rasped, his voice ragged and hoarse with emotion. "please, don't go."

he paused, swallowing hard as he fought to regain some semblance of control. but the panic was winning, the terror of a life without you clawing at his insides like a wild beast.

"i know ive been a right bastard, keeping things from you. but it's not because i don't trust you. im terrified of losing you."

his breath hitched in his throat, a sob threatening to tear its way free. he blinked hard, trying to hold back the tears that burned behind his eyelids, but it was a losing battle. they spilled down his cheeks in hot, stinging rivulets, cutting trails through the stubble on his jaw.

his head dropped to your shoulder, his face burying itself in the warm, soft crook of your neck. his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you against him, as if he could somehow fuse your bodies together and keep you from leaving him. the desperate, broken plea spilled from his lips like a prayer.

"you can't bloody do this to me," he gasped out between shuddering breaths, his voice muffled against your skin. "pleasepleasepleaseplease. dont do this to me. im begging you, love, im bloody begging you."

his tears soaked into the fabric of your shirt, leaving damp patches that spread like spilled ink on parchment. the heat of his breath, ragged and desperate, seared the sensitive skin on your neck, raising goosebumps in its wake. his fingers tangled in the silky strands of your hair, fisting the locks gently and using them to anchor himself to you.

"you’re the only thing that keeps me sane. without you, im lost. nothing. i’ll bloody fall apart, (y/n). i swear i will." he choked out, the words vibrating against your collarbone.

stevens body shook with the force of his emotion, the vibrations racking his lean frame.

despite his fervent pleas and the desperate, almost violent way he clung to you, (y/n) remained unmoved. your expression softened with sympathy and regret, but the resolve in your eyes never wavered. you could feel the hammering of his heart against your chest, the tremors that wracked his lean, muscular frame. yet, you could not bring yourself to succumb to his pleas, not when you knew the truth of what lay beneath the surface.

gently but firmly you pried at his fingers, unwrapping his arms from around your waist. you eased his head back from your shoulder, cupping his face in your hands. his eyes were wild, the irises nearly swallowed by the black of his dilated pupils. tears clung to his long, dark lashes, and his cheeks were flushed a blotchy, agonized red. the sight of him reduced to this desperate, begging wreck, made your heart ache with a sorrow that threatened to consume you.

still, you held fast to your decision. you couldn't build a life with a man who kept you in the dark.

as you spoke, your voice was soft but unwavering, a gentle but unyielding reminder of the boundaries you had to maintain. "im sorry, steven."

you brushed a tear from his cheek with your thumb, a tender, almost loving gesture. but really it was a farewell caress and steven could tell by the lingering of your touch.

he shuddered as your thumb brushed away a tear, leaning into the tender touch like a flower turning towards the sun. his eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a pained expression flickering across his face as he registered the unspoken goodbye hidden beneath the gentle gesture. a stronger sense of desperation surged through him.

his hands flew up to grasp your wrists, his fingers curling around them, touch soft as ever, careful not to hurt or scare you. he pulled you closer, as if he could make you a part of his very being. all the while, he shook his head in violent negation, dark curls whipping around his face as he repeated the word like a mantra.

"no, no, no," he gasped out, his voice raw and ragged. "no, sweetheart, please. dont say it like that. please dont say it in that tone."

hysteria edged his words, a thread of madness that spoke of a man teetering on the brink of a abyss. his eyes, when they opened, were wild and haunted.

"I swear, if you walk out that door... if you leave me..." he paused, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. his eyes bored into yours with a intensity that bordered on manic."...I'll be on your doorstep every damn day, begging you to take me back.”

a part of you wanted to give in, to take pity on his anguish and promise to stay, if only to spare him this agony.

but as you gazed into his eyes, seeing the secrets that lurked beneath the surface, you knew you could not. you had to be strong. to leave now.

drawing in a deep, shuddering breath, and straightening your shoulders, you shook your head slowly, as you spoke with a quiet but unwavering certainty.

"no, baby. no more." your voice was low, almost gentle, but with a steely undercurrent that brooked no argument. you took another step back, putting more distance between the two of you, as if physically severing the invisible bonds that had once tied you together.

"I love you." he tried, taking a step closer as you take a step back. you sigh, realizing hes unbudging, and continue to walk towards the door.

“i know.”

he stood frozen, watching helplessly as (y/n) took a final step back, then turned away from him. he opened his mouth to call out to you again, but the words died in his throat as the door clicked shut behind you. the sound an oppressive silence inside the flat, a grim reminder of the events unfolded.

steven stared at the closed door, his heart pounding a unsteady rhythm against his ribs. a part of him wanted to run after you, to throw open the door and beg and plead until you had no choice but to listen. but he remained rooted to the spot, held back by a grim realization. you had made your choice,

and it wasn't him.

` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : me after falling off the edge of the planet with writers block and not writing for an entire year then suddenly my reboot card got picked up and i have inspo again hiiii

started 1.14.2025. finished 1.14.2025.

©️ nolovelingers 2025

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Take a Shot

shy!eddie x fem!reader

You work at the bar Eddie frequents all of your flirting always seems to go right over his head until one night, you're honest with him.

cw: hurt/comfort, mention of alcohol

The bar is hazy when Eddie and Robin enter it, a loud country song playing through the speakers. This isn’t either of their scene, but it’s right across the street from their apartment and tonight they could use a drink. But the real reason why Eddie wanted to be there is behind the bar, taking orders. Your bright smile shines from where he’s standing and he’s immediately hypnotized by you. 

He doesn’t even like this place or its vibe, but you’re there so he’s going to suck it up. He’s been coming in every night for almost a month and has yet to make a move on you like he so badly wants to. He doesn’t know why you’re so intimidating, but you are. You’re just so pretty and those low cut tops you wear make his brain short circuit. 

He’s actually going to ask you out tonight. That’s the whole reason why he brought Robin. He wanted Steve, but he’s sick so this will just have to do, he supposes. He’s seen you make small talk with Robin on more than one occasion so he’s hoping that this will work in his favor. He had Robin pull some tarot cards before the two of them left just to be sure. 

“She’s going to say ‘yes’,” Robin tells him while giving his arm a nudge, pulling him out of his daze. He shakes his head and turns to her, not quite believing her hopeful smile. “I hope this makes you feel better coming from me since I play for an entirely different team, but you’re hot, okay?” 

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He wraps his arm around her shoulder and pressed a smacking kiss to her cheek that she’s immediately disgusted by.

“Good, because that actually made me feel a little sick so I will definitely never be saying that again.” She wipes her cheek on her shoulder before leading Eddie to the bar. They take seats on the stools and as soon as you come over to greet them, he freezes. 

He’s never felt this way before and he’s honestly unsure why this is happening. Why he completely shuts down when you’re around. He can usually at least somewhat flirt with a woman, but with you, none of his sentences make sense and he ends up just floundering. That’s really the reason why he brought Robin along. He can’t even fucking order a drink when he looks into your pretty eyes. 

“Hey handsome,” you wink at him and he still just stares at you, wondering how you always somehow look so beautiful in the weird bar lighting. “Jack and Coke?” You ask and all he can do is nod. You then turn to Robin who gives you a knowing look, the two of you able to communicate with just a look.

“And a Texas margarita for ya Rob?” 

“Yes ma’am,” she nods. 

You head to the other side of the bar to make their drinks and Eddie watches as if you’ve hypnotized him somehow. Robin looks at you then at him before shaking her head. He’s a lost cause at this point and she had no fucking clue how he’s going to ask you out when it seems like all of the words in the English language seem to float out of his brain when he’s around you. 

She’s considering ordering a round of shots to give him some liquid courage because he clearly needs it. She’s honestly very close to just hiding out in the bathroom so he’ll have no choice but talk to you because Robin cannot take one more night of your very obvious flirting going over the man’s head. The whole thing is just painful to watch. 

“One Jack and Coke,” you set the drink in front of Eddie. “And a Texas margarita.” The other drink is set in front of Robin and you stand there, hoping, waiting for something but Eddie’s not sure what. He just sips on his drink, the most oblivious man in the world. 

“Y’all keeping that tab open?” 

The awkward tension is palpable and you’re wondering if you maybe read it wrong and Eddie actually hates you despite what Robin told you. He never talks to you and when he does, it’s one word responses which just seems like he just doesn’t want to talk to you. 

It’s a shame, really, because you think he’s cute and when you see him interact with Robin or Steve, he’s all jokes and laughs. Part of you wants to just come out and ask him, but you’re not even sure if he’ll give you a straight answer. It seems like he wants nothing to do with you and if so, that’s perfectly fine with you.

“Yep,” Robin nods, taking a sip of her drink before hopping off the stool. “Well, I’m gonna go to the restroom. Y’all feel free to talk amongst yourselves.” She winks at you before heading down the hallway where the bathrooms are located. 

You almost want to call after her, but she’s gone before you can, leaving you alone with Eddie who seems very interested in fiddling with the straw wrapper that was left on the bar. You’re glad that you’re not stupid enough to actually believe her since Robin will stop at nothing to try to set you up with Eddie. This all just a scheme to get the two of you alone, well, as alone as you can be when you’re in a bar where other customers are present. 

The awkward tension is palpable without Robin’s presence and you’re scrambling trying to find something, anything to say that would interest him. Not that he’ll respond because he never does no matter what he says. Just as you’re about to throw in the towel, and check on your other customers, he actually speaks up. 

“You don’t have to do this anymore,” he says, almost like he’s unimpressed and now you’re worried that you blew it, that all of these weeks of flirting will have all been for nothing. 

“Do what?” You ask even though there’s only one thing that he could be talking about. You just want to hear him say it. The verbal confirmation that he’s not interested so you can move on. 

“This,” he motions between the two of you, referring to you then him, trying to show that he’s talking about the two of you. “You don’t have to keep flirting with me just to appease Robin.” 

Now you’re really confused. You don’t know what he’s talking about. You were never flirting with him to appease Robin. Sure, she’s been trying to set the two of you up, but you’d never flirt with someone else just to make your friend happy. That’s just a waste of everyone’s time. 

You let out a laugh, one that’s probably a little too loud and now Eddie’s cheeks have gone pink. You’re laughing and he’s even more embarrassed than he was before. He’s getting up to leave but you stop him before he can get too far, reaching across the bar to grab hold of his wrist. 

His eyes widen at your touch and you quickly let go, worried that you’ve crossed a boundary. Before he can leave, though, you’re quick to grab a napkin and a marker, scribbling down your number before handing it to him, watching his eyebrows furrow as he looks down at the thing.

“I like you, okay? You’re sweet and smart and very easy on the eyes. Look, I know you’re a man of few words, but you should call me sometime. I’d love to know your thoughts on Lord of the Rings. I’ll be home by one so I’m expecting a call from you,” you wink then turn on your heel, heading to the other side of the bar to tend to the other customers. 

Eddie stares at you for a split second then pays his tab before hurrying home so he can thoroughly plan out what he’s going to say when he calls you. He’s pretty sure that not seeing you will make him significantly less nervous. As soon as he gets to his room, he writes a script for himself so he won’t sound like an idiot.

When you get home that morning, sure enough, there’s a message on your answering machine, Eddie rambling on about how he’s read all the books and seen the movies more times than he can count. He then goes on to tell you the changes that were made in the movie that he liked and what he didn’t. The message has to be at least ten minutes long, but you listen to it three times as you snuggle up in your bed, preparing to give Eddie a call which will definitely only be the first of many.

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i saw ur post about older rockstar eddie x younger pop star girlfriend and OMG i feel like that’d be so cute! esp if it was a sabrina carpenter type reader who is extremely proud of her feminine sexuality. like eddie hearing juno and bed chem for the first time??? eddie seeing her juno positions??? omg i love

Eddie knows your lyrics very well as he has even been involved in producing some of them.

What he wasn't aware of was what you had planned for your upcoming tour.

It was the first show of your new tour, obviously he had to be there to support you.

The show was going great, you had come out in that beautiful baby pink bodysuit with matching garters, singing songs you wrote together about the two of you.

It was while you were singing Juno

“Wanna try on some freaky positions?Have you ever tried this one?”

His mouth dropped open in surprise as he saw you posing doggy style in the middle of the stage, he heard your fans going crazy, shit even he was going crazy and he had seen you in that position hundreds of times.

You were on your little month off, a month you chose to take a break from concerts and spend some time with your family and friends.

You were coming out of the bathroom after getting ready for bed, the further you walked into the room the clearer your own voice was coming out of Eddie’s phone.

“Have you ever tried this one?”

“Have you ever tried this one?”

“Have you ever tried this one?”

You climbed into bed laying down next to him, your head resting on his shoulder so you could peek at his phone

“What are you doing babe?”

“Shh!, I’m trying to watch a compilation of your freaky positions”

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When he realizes he's in love with you...

(Stranger Things Edition)

A/N: thank you @punkrockmlchael for bouncing ideas back and forth with me for this one! you are the best <3 please follow roz if you don't already she's the best

Warnings: substance use (smoking weed); fluff

Characters: Steve, Eddie, Gareth, Jonathan, Argyle & Billy

Steve: It's a really simple moment. You're with everyone just gathered at Steve's house for a movie night. Steve is sharing the couch with you, and he'd been doing a good job of ignoring that fact until your head rests on his shoulder with a gentle thud. You fell asleep and you curl up by his side. He's terrified to move, not wanting to disturb and risk ending this moment. He tries to remain completely still, except when he lifts his arm to wrap around your shoulder- of course you sleep through it. Having you so close to him, knowing you feel safe and comfortable enough around him to fall asleep- he's a goner.

Eddie: You match his energy, and you aren't afraid to argue with him. Heated debates about literally anything- usually something pointless. You don't stand down either, no matter how ridiculous it gets. He even just likes to get you riled up so he can get a reaction out of you- he loved seeing you so fired up. One night, the movie you both watching is paused because Eddie made a bogus claim the actor was in another movie- he wasn't. You're arguing, talking with your hands frantically to prove your point and you don't even catch on that he's stopped caring and he's just watching you with a smirk on his lips. He just loved you so much.

Gareth: You'd been dating for a couple of months. After dinner together, you end up walking into the record store. You're in the next row across from him- just mindlessly looking through the selection. He watches your eyes light up when you find a record you already own, but love- just happy to stumble across it out and about. It makes his heart skip, and he realizes that he wants you to share things you love with him all the time- for the rest of his life.

Jonathan: When you aren't paying attention, Jonathan loves to take candid photos of you. There's a time you're both at Lover's Lake and you're skipping rocks. Looking at you through his camera, it kind of just hits him all at once. You look over and smile for the photo and it's his favorite photo he's ever taken. After that, you can tell something changed between the two of you. He finally confesses his feelings after months of pining and you start dating immediately afterwards.

Argyle: You're sitting with him in the back of the delivery van after your shift. There's already a large cloud of smoke that has engulfed the two of you. Through the haze that has pleasantly taken over his brain, he watches you- your skillful hands rolling another joint for the two of you to share. His mouth hangs open slightly watching as you bring it to your lips, your mouth opening just enough to poke your tongue out so you can seal it. It's probably the hottest thing he's ever seen and he immediately just falls for you in that moment.

Billy: You're laying on your stomach on his unmade bed. You're flipping through one of your notebooks, trying to study. He's laying on his side, kissing your shoulder and rubbing your back- wanting your attention and pouting he needs to compete with your homework. He observes you read behind those beautiful lashes of his, and he loves the way you face looks when you're concentrating and focused. Despite that, he still wants to toss the book on the floor and kiss you stupid, but he'll wait because he knows it's important to you to do well on this test. His resolve doesn't last long, but he does try to be good- because he loves you.

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This but eddie munson aka the freak when a new alt girl shows up to town and she's really into him

of course! thank you for requesting. you didn't specify if you wanted it nsfw or to go past that point so i didn't.. also i tried to ad being Alt as much as i could but i did have to google to style so..sorry

I'D BE HONOURED

Pairings: Eddie munson x fem! Summary: when moving into the trailer park, you straight away take a liking to the only one that seems to match your energy. Warnings: mention of a joint, getting a little high.

you were always moving. never staying in one city for more than 2 years.

and in all of your life. you've never come across a guy like him.

Eddie Munson.

you moved here a week ago and you've already been told the tales of the town freak.

a Satanist, a ruthless metalhead that will sacrifice you if you get too close.

you didn't really care for those rumours until you saw him on your second day, you were moving your boxes inside when you saw him across the way, sitting at a table in front of the trailer across from yours.

he looked...hot.

like he just came out of a Rockstar poster..more specifically, like the posters that were rolled up in the box you were carrying in your hands.

you understood the words they spoke of him; you were usually on the other end of them as well.

he's just a normal guy..

but a fucking hot one.

you were in your room, putting last little touches on the walls and hanging the last poster.

it was a small room, barely fitting all of your stuff, but you made it work.

but all the dark colours made it a little too dark in the room.

you flicked the switch but it wouldn't turn on.

you huffed

"are you fucking kidding me?" you rolled your eyes as you began vigorously flicking it on and off before giving up.

you looked out the window after opening the curtains and found him.

sat on a swing with his back turned to you.

he was a bit far away, but you could tell it was him by the denim vest he's wearing. no one else would dare ware something like that here, you've learnt that much.

you turned around and stood in the middle of your room.

your dad had gone out to get takeout. So it was just you.. with nothing to do

may as well try to talk to the wild beast. right?

The sun was low, casting an amber glow over the trailers in Forest Hills as you walked out of your trailer.

The soft buzz of cicadas filled the evening air, blending with the faint metallic creak of swings from the small playground by the woods. You leaned against the frame of your new trailer, arms crossed, surveying the quiet neighborhood you now called home.

Across the way, a beat-up van sat parked outside a trailer with peeling paint and a lopsided porch. It screamed personality, just like the guy who lived there.

the rumours screamed in your ears.

it's about time you met him. the freak. Trouble. Weirdo. But none of that deterred you. If anything, it piqued your interest. The world always seemed too tame for your taste, and Eddie looked like someone who could turn things upside down.

Your combat boots crunched against the gravel, but he didn’t look up. His focus was on the ground beneath his feet, the tiniest of smirks tugging at the corners of his lips as he brought a joint to his mouth.

“Mind if I join?” you asked, your voice cutting through the quiet.

Eddie’s head snapped up so quickly you thought he might fall off the swing. His wide brown eyes darted to you, then to the joint in his hand.

“Uh… I mean, yeah, sure,” he stammered, his words tumbling out in a rush. He gestured vaguely to the empty swing beside him, his other hand quickly flicking the joint away, as though you hadn’t already seen it.

“Be my guest.”

You plopped down on the swing, your legs stretched out in front of you as you kicked the ground lightly to sway back and forth.

“Didn’t think anyone still hung out at playgrounds.” you chuckled softly

Eddie let out a nervous laugh, his eyes darting between you and the ground.

“Yeah, well...Didn’t think anyone still moved into this dump,” he added quickly, though his tone was light, his curiosity evident.

You grinned, tilting your head to look at him. “Lucky for me, I did.”

you took this time to really look at him

his dishevelled mane of hair, but as much as it looks wild, it looks so soft.

his frizzy fringe just meeting his eyebrows as he raised them.

it was cute.

his eyes were glassy, and a bit red. his irises were a little blown out, but he didn't look that high.

His gaze flickered to yours, and for a moment, he seemed frozen, his fingers twitching in his lap like he wasn’t sure what to do with them. Then, as if realizing he’d been staring too long, he cleared his throat and looked away. “So, uh, what’s your… deal?”

“Deal?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, you know,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “What brings you to the luxurious Forest Hills?” He forced out a chuckle, but you caught the slight wobble in his voice.

You shrugged. “My dad wanted a change of scenery. Hawkins seemed like the perfect mix of boring and cheap.”

Eddie laughed, a little too loudly, before clamping his mouth shut.

“Yeah, well, Hawkins excels at boring,” he said, his words a little rushed. “Freaks like me are the only excitement you’ll get.”

You leaned closer, resting your elbow on the swing’s chain as you smirked at him.

“Good thing I like freaks, then.”

Eddie froze, his eyes widening as his face flushed a deep red. “Uh…I- thanks? I- uh- I think?” He fumbled for a response, his hands gripping the chain of his swing so tightly that it creaked.

You laughed, the sound bright and easy. “Relax, Eddie. I’m not here to bite. Yet.”

That earned you another breathy laugh, though he quickly tried to hide his face behind his curls as he gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing at the base of his throat “you already know my name then, I take it”

you shrugged, realised he hadn't actually introduced himself to you yet

"doesn't take a while to hear about the tales of Eddie Munson and his cult" you joked

he looked down, kicking his foot on the dried grass "I don't-"

you cut him off "- I know"

you shake your head realising he still doesn't know your name, and you introduce yourself with a small smile

"nice to meet you" he smiles, brushing his hair from his face to reveal his dimples

The two of you sat there for a while, the silence between you comfortable. When he finally offered you the joint, he hesitated.

“Uh, here. If, you know… you want.” his fingers brushing against yours briefly before he yanked his hand back like he’d been burned.

You took it without hesitation, a grin tugging at your lips. “Thanks.”

“So,” you said, exhaling the smoke and leaning back on the swing. “What do people do for fun around here? Or is this town as dead as it seems?”

Eddie smirked, though there was still a flicker of nervous energy in his eyes.

“well..if you stick with me, new girl. I promise to show you some fun"

You grinned, feeling like you’d just stepped into something far more exciting than you’d expected when you moved here.

“well, if you got anything better than this" you motioned to the joint "that will be a good start"

Eddie smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Well, if you’re looking for something a little better than that,” he said, flicking the joint away with a casual flick of his wrist. “I’ve got the good stuff back at my trailer. Trust me, it’ll knock your socks off.”

You couldn’t help but grin at his boldness. “oh?” you raised an eyebrow, motioning to the joint you’d just smoked. “Now you’ve got my attention.”

Eddie’s grin softened, but he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as if suddenly unsure. “Uh, yeah, but, I mean… it’s not, like, fancy or anything. Just, uh, a little stronger than what you’re used to.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, I guess if you want, I can show you.”

You raised your other eyebrow. “Oh, I’m definitely in. Lead the way,” you said, your voice teasing, but genuinely interested.

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his nervous energy palpable.

“Yeah, sure.” He started heading toward the path leading to his trailer, but his movements felt a little more jittery than usual, like he wasn’t quite sure if you were just humouring him or actually interested.

You followed him, enjoying the quiet tension between you two as the rustling leaves beneath your feet filled the silence. There was something raw and magnetic about the way Eddie carried himself- even if he was clearly unsure about letting you into his space, it only made you more curious.

When you arrived at his trailer, Eddie hesitated at the door for a second before fumbling for his keys. He finally unlocked it with a soft click and pushed the door open. You stepped inside, immediately hit with the mixed scent of incense, smoke, and something heavier- weed, for sure.

The inside of the trailer was cluttered in the best way. things stacked in the corners, folded messily, a whole bunch of ashtrays and stains on the rugs. it was chaotic but in a way that screamed Eddie- the only thing that seemed odd for him were all the hats on the wall- because you couldn't imagine Eddie wearing a hat, especially with his head of hair, it would look a bit weird.

you liked it. this was his personal haven, but now that you were stepping inside, it was obvious that this wasn’t a space he was used to sharing with anyone- especially not a girl.

Eddie cleared his throat, standing by the door awkwardly as he gestured toward the mess.

“Uh, yeah, sorry about the, uh, the mess. It’s, uh, not exactly... company-ready or anything.” He shifted on his feet, his hands slightly trembling as he scratched the back of his neck.

"I, uh, usually keep it... you know, just for me...and Wayne" He glanced at you with an almost apologetic look. "But, you know... make yourself at home or whatever."

You smiled, feeling more at ease. “It’s fine, Eddie,” you said, your voice soft but reassuring. "It looks like you’ve got some good stuff in here."

Eddie gave you a tight smile, but it was obvious he was still self-conscious.

“Yeah, yeah... uh..mostly my uncles so..” He moved toward a pile of records, his movements a little faster now, almost like he was trying to distract himself from his nervousness.

“Alright, I’ve got the good stuff. Just gotta find it.” He rifled through the drawers, looking for something, his hands a little shaky as he fumbled through it.

You stood in the middle of the room, watching him look under a table attached to the wall, a chair on either side of the dark wood, you found it amusing, watching him rush around, a frown on his lips as he scratched his side, his tummy peeking out of his black DIO shirt.

Finally, Eddie pulled out a small metal tin from behind a stack of vinyl's, his face lighting up.

“Ha! Got it.” He held it up, the tin looking almost like a treasure. “This is what I was talking about. It’s, uh, stronger than what you had earlier.” He set it on the table, still trying to act cool, but you could see the way his hands shook just a little. It was endearing.

You raised an eyebrow, impressed. Stepping closer to get a better look. “You weren’t kidding.”

Eddie’s smile softened, and his eyes darted to yours, clearly nervous now. He opened the tin, the scent of something far stronger than what you’d smoked earlier filling the air. He looked down at it, then back at you, his voice dropping slightly as if he was trying to gauge your reaction.

“So, uh, you want to… you know... try it?”

You stepped closer, your heart racing a little now. The air was thick with something unspoken between you two, the electricity of the moment almost palpable. “Hell yeah. Let’s see what you’ve got, Munson.” You were leaning in now, a little excited, but more than that- you were drawn to him, to this side of him he was letting you see.

Eddie swallowed, his eyes flicking between you and the tin. “Yeah, alright,” he muttered.

he still seemed a little unsure but eager to share what he had with you. He took out what he needed, trying his best to hide his nerves. You could tell this was a side of Eddie that he didn’t show to just anyone, and it made the whole situation feel more intimate than you’d expected.

he walked into the room down the hall and nodded his head to follow him

you assumed it was his room by the look of it. a mirror on the opposite wall of the door, a red and black guitar hung up gloriously. it was exactly how you pictured his room to be, but better.

so many posters littered on the wall, trash on the floor, stains on the bed that he immediately covered with a blanket when he saw you looking, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

he sat down on the floor, leaning on the side of his bed, patting the spot next to him.

you left some space as you watched him.

he passed you the rolled joint, his fingers brushed yours, and you both froze for just a second. The moment stretched, and you could feel that something had shifted between you two. Eddie didn’t say anything, but his eyes lingered on you for a beat longer than normal.

Eddie cleared his throat and pulled his hand back quickly, as if your touch had burned him. His nervous energy was palpable now, and he fidgeted with one of the rings on his fingers.

“Uh, yeah, so…” he started, his voice trailing off as he avoided your gaze, instead focusing intently on the joint like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

“Eddie,” you said, your voice breaking the silence and pulling his attention back to you. His brown eyes flicked to yours, wide and unsure, as if he wasn’t sure what you were about to say. “Relax,” you added, leaning back a little as you held up the joint. “You act like you're corrupting me”

He let out a shaky laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right. Of course not. You’ve probably smoked way better stuff than this, huh?” His tone was teasing, but there was a hint of genuine insecurity buried underneath.

You tilted your head, studying him for a moment before taking a slow drag, the taste of the weed filling your lungs. You exhaled, watching the smoke curl lazily into the air.

“It’s not bad,” you said finally, offering him a sly smile. “I mean, I’ve had worse.”

Eddie’s lips quirked up into a small grin, his nerves melting just slightly.

“Well, don’t go spreading that around, no one will buy off me if you do” he joked, reaching out to take the joint from your hand. His fingers brushed yours again, and this time, he didn’t pull away so quickly.

“you mean you don't just give it out for free?" you look around, motioning to the room where you sit, looking at him knowingly. finding if funny how you're smoking this for free, but sells it for 20 bucks a pop

he laughed "yeah... think of it as a taste of what you'll need if you're in Hawkins for too long.."

"you’ve got a nice setup here,” you said, gesturing vaguely to the room.

he looked around, twirling the joint between his fingers. “Yeah, it’s definitely me. Messy, chaotic, and, uh... probably not what you’re used to.” His tone was light, but the words carried a trace of doubt.

you looked down at your clothes, the layers of fishnets and lace, your short, ruffled skirt and band tee and back up at him with an eyebrow raised “do I look like I'm not used to it?” you said, your voice soft but certain.

Eddie glanced at you; his cheeks tinged pink. “No, you uh- You’re...you look good” he said, his voice quieter now, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

You smirked, leaning back against his bed. “Oh yeah?”

He raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “Yeah? you don't dress like every other girl here... it's nice”

“Thank you” You paused, pretending to think as you stole the joint back from him, your fingers brushing his once more. “you know, i expected you to be different"

he raised an eyebrow "oh yea? how different?"

you shrugged "I don't know...Cocky. Loud. Completely full of himself.”

Eddie laughed at that, the sound nervous but genuine. “Oh, don’t worry, I can be all those things. Just, uh, takes me a minute to warm up when a girl’s sitting in my trailer for the first time.”

he looked away and shook his head. he clearly didn't mean to say that and you could tell that by the way he mumbled something under his breath, cursing himself

You blinked, surprised. “Wait. The first time?”

He froze, like he’d said too much, and quickly tried to backtrack. “I mean, not the first time. Just, you know, uh… not often. Or, like, ever.” He groaned, running a hand down his face. “Okay, yeah. First time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound breaking the tension in the room. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

Eddie’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he fumbled with the joint, nearly dropping it. “Adorable?” he repeated, incredulous. “That’s a new one.”

“Well, get used to it.” You took another drag and passed it back to him, your gaze lingering on his as the air between you grew heavy again.

Eddie hesitated, the joint halfway to his lips. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, his voice quieter now, a mix of nerves and intrigue.

“I think you know what it means, Munson,” you said, leaning back with a satisfied smirk.

Eddie stared at you for a moment, his lips twitching like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words. Finally, he smiled—small, shy, but real. “Yeah, ok” he said softly, taking a drag and exhaling the smoke slowly.

you smiled and sat on your knees, kicking your legs to the side, leaning closer to him and propping yourself on your hand.

Eddie passed you the joint, his fingers brushing yours, His gaze flickered up to meet yours before darting away, a flush creeping over his cheeks. He fumbled with his rings, suddenly looking very aware of the space between you.

You took a slow pull from the joint, exhaling smoke as you leaned back in your seat, watching him. “Alright, Eddie. Let’s play a game.”

His eyes darted up, wary. “A game?”

“Yeah,” you said with a teasing grin. “Five questions. We take turns, no lies, no skipping. And I promise I’ll go easy on you.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. “This feels like a setup.”

“Only if you’ve got something to hide,” you shot back, your grin widening. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Plenty,” he muttered under his breath, but he nodded. “Fine. Hit me with your best shot, new girl.”

You leaned in slightly, your eyes glinting with amusement. “If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?”

Eddie perked up at the question, the nervousness easing just a little. “Anywhere but here” he snorted. “but probably L.A.. could get big with my music there”

“bet you would,” you agreed, your tone a little softer.

His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he cleared his throat. “Alright, what’s your deal? Like, why the alt look? You actually into the music, or is it just… I don’t know, a vibe?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “It’s not just a vibe, Munson. I’m into it, metal, punk, goth, you name it. Music, the aesthetic, the attitude… it’s all part of the package.”

you reached over and took a strand of his hair in between your fingers, twirling it.

"why? you don't like it?" you tilted your head

he blinked cluelessly that it made you wonder if he was this cute when he wasn't this high

“no, s'not a bad thing,” Eddie said quickly, his voice almost tripping over itself.

You smiled at him, tilting your head. “Good to know, What’s something you’ve always wanted to try or do but never had the guts to do?”

Eddie froze for a moment, thinking. “I don’t know...”

You threw your head back against his bed, grinning. “oh c'monn. it's ok,, you can tell me”.

He laughed, a little shakily. “um..play drums?”

you furrowed your eyebrows "I didn't mean like that but sure, fine"

you took a second to think about your next question as you took your fingers out of his hair, tracing them down his arm, grazing his hand that kept him up on the floor

Eddie swallowed thickly, you were freaking him out, in a good way..every touch you send his way is giving him tingles, burning his skin and forces a blush on his cheeks.

it's just because I'm high, right? she's not actually flirting with me he thought to himself

You leaned forward “What’s your type?” you whispered, like you were telling a secret

Eddie blinked, his mouth opening and closing like he wasn’t sure how to answer. “Type?”

“Yeah,” you pressed, the grin on your face just shy of wicked. “Like, the kind of person you’re into.”

“Uh...” He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks turning pink. “I don’t know if I really have a type. Just... someone who doesn’t think I’m a total freak, I guess.”

You raised an eyebrow, your voice lowering slightly. “What if they think you’re a freak... in a good way? like a freaky way?”

Eddie’s eyes snapped to yours, the words clearly short-circuiting his brain. “Uh, well... I guess that’d be okay.”

You bit back a laugh, leaning back again. “Your turn.”

Eddie exhaled, his shoulders slumping like he’d just survived something. He hesitated before scratching the back of his neck nervously. “Last one. ‘I, uh—I just have to ask, um...”

You watched him flounder, a smile tugging at your lips as you waited.

but he's freaking out inside, his whole body burning up as the words spill from his lips as he stares at you.

you were making him flustered.. it wasn't fault you were giving him those looks. he's never done this, he's never had a girl talk to him..it's making him nervous

“Would you mind if..well...would you mind if I ripped off all your clothes with my teeth?”

you looked at him with a growing smile, stunned he’d actually said it. But then, with a grin, you leaned in, your voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down his spine.

“God, I’d be honoured.”

biting your lip, you watched him freeze and tense up, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped to make the perfect 'o' shape.

You giggled, leaning closer to leave a soft kiss on his cheek

"So cute" you whispered, pinching his cheek

His face flushed, and he stuttered to speak

"Well- I- um- what?"

His eyes met yours and seemed bigger than before. Brighter.

"I'll take you up on that offer. But my dad'll be home any minute, so I should probably head out, will I see you tomorrow?" You smiled

He could only nod. Staring at you with wide eyes as you got up

"Bye cutie" you winked

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[moon-lit-petal]

jake lockley- bad girl

Summary: Jake has a smoking kink, and a way for you to indulge him without consequences. (~1.6k)

Contents: 🔥 18+ nsfw, fem!reader, smut, oral (f receiving), smoking kink, p in v, talking about pain/burning as a kink, smoking (psa: don’t do it)

part of @moonknight-events: MK spring ‘24 Bingo Event

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Jake takes out his cigarette case as soon as he gets home, hangs his jacket over a chair in the kitchen.

The case is covered in smooth, black leather. The edges are soft, as if molded over the years to the shape of his fingers and the curve of his chest where it rests in his inside pocket. A bold ‘L’ is embossed in the front.

“Welcome home. Don’t smoke inside the apartment,” you say, looking up from where you’re reading in bed.

Jake walks from the living room over to the window close to you. He opens it, a rush of cold, night air blows inside.

You quickly set aside your book, shivering because you’re sitting on top of the blankets and not under them. “Close the window. It’s freezing out there.”

Jake grins at you, his eyes crinkling deeply at the corners. He takes out one, slim, white cigarette. “I know it’s cold, mi vida, that’s why I’m smoking in here. What am I supposed to do?”

You give him a look and a sharp tilt of your head. “Quit. It’s bad for you.”

“There have to be some advantages to this avatar gig. I’ll never die from lung cancer. Let me have my vice, hermosa. The only one I have other than you.” He holds the case and cigarette in one hand and gets his gold lighter from his pants pocket with the other.

“I could die from second hand smoke,” you say.

Jake’s eyebrows furrow. “No, you can’t.”

“Um, I’m pretty sure my body wouldn’t ask you permission before it-“

He waves your words away. “No, mi vida, I mean we worked it out with Konshu. You’re not going to get sick. Ever.”

The wheels start turning in your head. “Like, ever? Ever, ever?”

One side of his mouth curls up as he puts the cigarette between his lips and flicks his lighter open. He takes a deep drag as he lights up, the tip glowing red and yellow, sizzling quietly.

He holds the cigarette between his fingers. The smoke blows out his nose, twin white plumes.

He licks his lips. “Have you gotten sick since we got together?”

You shake your head slowly.

“Allergies?” Jake asks, taking another drag and blowing smoke out of the side of his mouth. “A hangover? Food poisoning? Aches and pains? You don’t even cough when you smell my cigarette smoke.”

“Holy shit,” you whisper. “What did you do?”

Jake holds the cigarette in his mouth and gets another, fresh one out. He sits on the bed and tosses the case and lighter aside. 

“It was Marc’s idea. So you’d be safe when we were away. Steven negotiated. I stopped working until the bird agreed. A team effort. You woulda been proud of your boys,” he winks at you.

He swaps the lit cigarette for the unlit one in his mouth. He inhales, holds the ends together and lights up a second one. Swaps them back, and holds out the new one toward you.

“No, thank you,” you say immediately.

“Now that you know it’s not dangerous for either of us,” Jake says, “I’ve always had this thing for women who smoke. Bad girls.”

You almost snort. “Why am I not even a little bit surprised.”

The tip of Jake’s tongue traces along his bottom lip. “Just hold it for me. Let me look at you.”

He taps the ash into an empty tea cup on the nightstand. You reach out to take the cigarette, but Jake smiles.

“Like this,” he says, positioning your fingers so you can hold the cigarette between them like you’ve seen him do a million times.

You hold it, feeling awkward. Jake puts his out, starts undoing the buttons of his shirt to get more comfortable. It draws your attention lower, to where he’s already bulging against the zipper of his black pants.

“You’re really into this, aren’t you?” You ask.

“Oh, hermosa, you have no fucking idea.” Jake says, taking his shirt off.

You reach your arm out and mimic Jake’s motions to tap the cigarette ash off the end and into the cup.

With a glance at Jake, you lift it back up, and set it lightly against your mouth.

Jake’s lips part, his eyes glued to your motions as you round your lips around the end of the cigarette and inhale. It doesn’t burn your throat. It doesn’t hurt. It tastes familiar, like Jake. 

You pull it away and blow the smoke back out through your pursed lips, toward his face.

You hear him swallow, his breath shallow.

“Do that again,” he says.

Jake is usually so controlled. It’s headier than your first cigarette, the sound of his voice. Like you’ve hypnotized him. Like he’s two seconds away from ripping away your clothes and losing it all over you.

You repeat the motion, Jake leaning into the cloud of smoke you create. His hands come down on either side of your hips. He pushes up the shirt you’re wearing to sleep, his fingers pulling at the elastic of your underwear and making quick work of taking them off.

You inhale another long drag, from the side of your mouth this time, so he can see everything. Jake’s face tips up and you blow the smoke in his direction. He moans quietly.

“Open your legs,” he says.

You part your thighs and Jake lays on his stomach, his eyes on you.

“No,” he says when he sees you move the cigarette toward the cup, “keep smoking it.”

You tap the ash off and bring it back to your mouth, just as Jake’s descends over you. The smoke rushes out of your mouth as you gasp at how he immediately presses his open mouth onto your hot skin, the flat of his tongue catching your clit and then diving back down to bury inside of you.

Shakily, you put the cigarette back in your mouth, your other hand threading through his curly hair. It’s hard for you to inhale steadily as he rubs his lips over you. You pull it away as Jake sucks gently on your clit until you moan around the smoke that exits your mouth.

He hums as his tongue licks inside of you, pushing and playing with you. You feel a gush of wetness and your first orgasm already building from Jake’s hot, hungry eyes still on you.

You take a quick drag and hold in the smoke as you come, air stuck in your lungs.

“That’s it,” Jake says. He pushes two fingers inside of you, making you whine, the white smoke rushing out of you as your sensitive, clenching walls grip him.

You twist your body away slightly and Jake pulls out of you, licking his fingers. You try to get your breath back.

Jake snakes his way up your body, taking the cigarette from your hands to tap it on the cup. You look up at him with a smile and he puts it back between your lips gently. Jake undoes his belt and pants.

“Can I light another one for you?” He asks, his voice hoarse.

“Jake, I can’t smoke while we have sex,” you say.

“Please,” he asks, an edge of desperation creeping in.

You nod. He uses his lighter this time, taking a brief inhale before he hands you the fresh one and dumps the old into the cup.

“Steven’s going to be pissed you used that as an ashtray,” you say.

“I want you to tap the ash straight onto my chest, but we can work up to that,” Jake says with a cocky smile as he settles between your legs.

Your eyes pop wide.

Jake grins. “Right now, you’re all mine. Bad girl.”

You put the cigarette back between your lips, inhaling just so you can create a cloud of hazy white around you and Jake. By your next inhale, Jake’s already inside of you, his mouth open so you can blow it straight at him.

It's almost impossible to balance the smoking with the pleasure, but Jake's so turned on, and you're so into how he's looking at you, that you keep going. Letting him fuck you with long, languid strokes of his hips. You grip his hair in one hand, and make sure you don't lose the cigarette in the other.

Eventually, the cigarette burns down to your fingertips, Jake finally getting rid of it before it burns you, when he’s made you come again, when his cum is sticky between your legs and you can feel him finally relaxing against you.

He kisses you, his tongue tangling lazily with yours.

“So, do you still have a cigarette after sex if you’ve been smoking the entire time?” You ask him.

“Yeah, if you want your boyfriend to fuck you again,” Jake says, one of his hands caressing up and down your still-warm skin. “Maybe we can take it further this time.”

“The ash thing?” You ask as Jake reaches for his cigarette case and lighter.

“That, and maybe more. You know I like a little pain sometimes, and the body heals,” he says, his eyes still dark.

He puts an unlit cigarette between your lips, “inhale gently.”

You do, and he flicks open his lighter and holds up the flame. The end catches and burns. You take it back out of your mouth and press it between Jake’s lips. He smokes it with practiced ease before you take it back.

"It's not so bad, actually. I think I could get used to this," you say.

Jake's eyes light up, a familiar grin as he pulls you down the bed to fit under him again. “I always knew you were a bad girl at heart.”

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Not really sure Is this is your speed so if jot plz ignore this, but khonshu shut based on that one scene in Buffy the vampire slayer, google "Invisible Buffy, spike scene" and you'll get what I mean

possibly with marc/steven involved somehow even if they aren't romantically involved(?)

Okay, so I just watched that and--

Hooooooooooooooly shit thank you for bringing this to my attention ashbdkhasdgf

Don't Be Suspicious

Khonshu x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Smut. Filth. Filthy, filthy smut. Thank you for enabling me.

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

You were folding your laundry and placing it neatly in your dresser; the windows were open, the breeze was fluttering the curtains in a hypnotic manner.

It was a little warm today; when the sun came up you didn't expect it would warm so quickly. You wound up needing to kill your heater and air out your flat or you'd risk becoming a baked potato wrapped up in your bed.

It was fair enough weather, given the time of year. The sun shine through and danced on the floor, the curtains flowing almost like water. It was a little hypnotic. You thought about curling up with a book and--

You jumped and made a little squeak when you felt your skirt catch, fluttering up and over your bum to reveal the baby blue silk panties you were wearing.

Spinning around, you quickly fixed your skirt and huffed, marching over to your window to glare at it. It didn't make sense, why did...

Your lips pursed in a thin smile.

"A little cheeky, old man." You huffed playfully, going back over to your dresser to finish folding your unmentionables.

"I thought you liked it when I gifted you with my sense of humor?" His deep voice rasped, almost echoing off the walls. He laughed too, the smug old bastard.

"Not when I'm trying to do stuff." You sighed, opening up your underwear drawer to begin placing socks, panties...

And once again, you felt the breeze kiss your skin. Only this time, an invisible mass crowded up against you; heat bleeding into your smaller frame.

And then... the buttons to your blouse ripped open, a few popping out and skittering across the floor--and of course, your bust springing free.

"Khonshu!" You gasped, "I liked this shirt!"

"You can fix it later," He rumbled, and immediately, his invisible force yanked your bra down; letting your breasts spill free.

"You--" You sputtered, biting the inside of your cheek as his large hands palmed them, groping and squeezing in a way that had your toes curling in your slippers.

"Buttons can be stitched back, little dove." He purred.

You felt one of his hands leave your other breast, leaving you almost bereft until he pushed your skirt up again, hastily shoving it down the front of your underwear and teasing your folds; already slick and wanting for his touch as he began to circle and pinch your clit.

"Ah, you see? You're already so wet for me." His chuckled pridefully, dipping a finger in to tease your warm nectar, spreading it over your lips and pressing it against your entrance, "Not so protestant now, are you?"

"Shut up, pigeon." You groaned, your tone utterly lacking in the bite you wished it had as your head rolled back.

The way his finger stretched you out almost made your knee buckle; your hands dropped your laundry basket and moved to grip the edge of your dresser, your knuckles going white as he began to thrust and roll inside of you, massaging your walls with the utmost precision.

You felt yourself clench, forcing more of your slick around his finger and down your thighs.

"Hrmm. Since you're being so mouthy..." He snarled, withdrawing his hands entirely, making your shudder and hiss at how he so crudely spoiled your budding euphoria.

You were about to turn around and truly mouth off to him before you were suddenly pitched forwards, your breasts squished against the worn wood of your dresser top and your skirt was hiked up entirely and your panties hastily shoved down your legs.

You barely had time to register it all, cursing the fact that still when you looked over your shoulder, you couldn't see him. The old bastard loves his little games. But... You had to admit, that you did like the fact you couldn't anticipate where his hands were going to be, that you couldn't actually see him.

And the fucker knew it, too.

So much so, that he even had the ball to chuckle--albeit tightly--as he pushed the head of his cock past the clenching ring of muscle and into your hot, waiting depths.

"So tight..." He hissed as his laughter died down. You felt one of his hands circle your chin, forcing your head up at an awkward angle as his fingers squished your cheeks, "And to think, you were trying to play coy with me and pretend you weren't enjoying this."

You couldn't help yourself--a low moan escaped from you as he pushed only a fraction deeper before pulling out; repeating the motion a few times until you were trying (in vain) to push back against him, his other hand keeping a grip like a steel trap around your hip.

"You... goddamn old... bastard!" You whined, your voice lacking any real venom, like before.

"Ah, a bastard, am I?"

His hand released your face and then you felt it grab you in tandem with his other; barely giving you a moment to register it before he suddenly thrust hard into you, robbing you of breath and voice for a solid few seconds.

You felt him lean in, his voice taut with pleasure, "But here you are, bent over for me, purring like a kitten."

"Sh-shut... uuuu-UUuuUp!" You whined, your voice climbing to a higher pitch as he began to roughly buck into you, making the legs of your old dresser squeak against the tile floor. Yeah, there were likely going to be scratches there, later.

The lewd sound of his body colliding with yours was drowned out only by your voice and the dresser squeaking... And of course his conniving laughter. How he could remain so composed while doing something so... Ugh. You had no idea.

"F-fuck--you!" You mewled, your nails clawing into the grain of the wood, your body being rocked at his whim, your feet barely even touching the floor at this point as he focused on using your body for pleasure.

"I am already doing that, my dear." He teased you, gesturing to your open window and the bustling streets beneath.

"Now, let me see how loud I can make you scream before someone thinks you are dying..."

(Look, I'm just saying...) Steven's voice sighed as Jake scaled the side of the building, (It's broad daylight! Someone is gonna see us!)

(Steve's got a point, Jake.) Marc replied, earning the mental equivalent of a smack to the head when Steven muttered about "bloody nicknames".

"Nobody is gonna see 'less they look up," Jake muttered, ignoring how his heart lurched when he felt his hand begin to loose purchase on the stone decorations that were carved into the building's outer walls.

"Besides, I want to check on her. I thought I heard her shout."

(So? A pigeon could've flown into her flat again,) Marc scoffed. (Remember last time? It took all of us two hours to catch the feathery little bastard and bring it to the vet.)

"And she needed our help with that, too, hermano." Jake reminded him.

(And we couldn't take the lift because...) Steven sighed. Jake could picture him shaking his head hopelessly, his messy curls flopping about.

"Scaling is quicker. Now ¡Cállate!" Jake hissed, "If you keep distracting me, I'm gonna fall!"

His headmates reluctantly agreed, likely sinking back into the headspace to bicker about his questionable method of climbing down to your flat to check on you.

You had become a fast friend of theirs, and it made Jake (and more surprisingly, Steven) a little protective of you. You were sweet, kind, and you didn't judge them for anything.

Although none of them could hide their "slight" revulsion when it came to you telling them about becoming romantically entangled with a certain pissy god of theirs...

Steven had his own personal beef with Khonshu for being such a douche to him, and he was worried he'd mistreat you in some way. Marc just shrugged and said you were a big girl, and could handle yourself when it came to romantic affairs. But Jake knew that just because he didn't say anything negative, didn't mean he wouldn't be the first to try and research different ways to kill a god if Khonshu had hurt you in any way.

"There... we go." Jake grunted, dropping down on to the ledge near your window and essentially tightrope-walked to your window.

And that was when he heard it. Your voice. You made a sound somewhere between a yelp and a cry, and then he heard a crash.

Instantly he was on high alert, trying to rush but be careful as he scurried towards your window.

Did somebody break in? Did you fall and hurt yourself? If anyone so much as laid a finger on you--

Jake landed with a thud just inside your window, swinging himself through the frame and nearby the little recliner you had set up by the window. Your little reading nook, you claimed.

Jake quickly scanned the room, spotting your bed. Messy, but bereft of any presence of you. He spun on his heels when he heard your voice curse and spotted you just as you were straightening yourself up, hastily tugging your blouse closed, your face flushed and more than a little embarrassed.

"You... okay there, chica?" Jake asked, quirking a thick brow skywards.

"Y-yeah! Yep!" You said, your voice a little too high and squeaky as you clutched your torn blouse closed to your body. He looked down and saw the little wooden music box you kept on your dresser on the floor.

He frowned and walked over to you, picking it up. It was busted, but he could probably fix it for you. He was crafty that way, "What happened? We heard you yell all the way up to our flat."

"I... uh--I..." You babbled, trying to think of something to say. You knew Khonshu was still there, you could feel his smug gaze fixed upon you as you scrambled for an excuse.

"Laundry!" You squeaked suddenly, making his eyes widen. You cleared your throat, "Uhm... I was doing laundry. I wasn't paying attention and my shirt caught the edge of the dresser... ripped my buttons out and made me trip... I... knocked the music box on the floor."

"Oh... ah. You need to be more careful," Jake tsk'd, his bushy mustache quirking with the gesture as he tucks the wooden box beneath his arm, "Scared the piss out of me and the boys. Thought somebody broke in."

"Hence the window..." You murmured, a blush still on your cheeks, "Can you guys just take the lift, next time..? At least it'd give me a chance to be... presentable." Your muttered the last bit, looking off to the side.

Jake laughed and tipped his hat as he walked past you, headed for your front door, this time. He couldn't exactly scale the building with your little music box under his arm, now could he?

"If somebody had broken in, it'd make more sense to move with haste, no?" He grinned at you over his shoulder as his hand encircled the tarnished old brass knob to your door. "I'll bring our box back when I've fixed it, ok?"

"Uh--yep! Yep, sure! Yeah, definitely!" You rattle off with a nervous laugh as he closed the door behind him, happy now that he was assured you were safe.

You shuddered, trying to ignore the warmth that had begun to trickle down your thighs, your panties still bunched just beneath the hem of your skirt; Khonshu's seed painting your skin and insides a lovely shade of white.

"You old bastard!" You hissed, your face ablaze with shame, "You cheeky, son of a--!"

(Hey, guys?) Marc asked as Jake held the music box up to his face to closely inspect it; the lights on the lift buzzing as it climbed up to their floor.

"Yeah?" Jake hummed non-commitally.

(Was she acting... weird, t' you?)

Jake blinked, lowering the box. "Actually... she kinda was, now that you've mentioned it."

You were acting weird. You didn't even scold him as roughly as you normally did when he jumped through your window. Especially in the middle of the day like that. And come to think of it, why were you--

His eyes widened and he physically cringed, a grimace to his expression as he turned to his reflections, seeing Marc and Steven stare at him, awaiting an explanation.

"Ugh..." He said, feeling his gut churn uncomfortably with nausea.

"I think we interrupted something."

The look on Steven and Marc's faces would have made him laugh, especially when Steven actually gagged--

But he himself was trying not to picture it either as the lift came to a halt.

(Can we get drunk tonight and forget about this whole situation?) Marc pleaded.

(Normally I wouldn't want to drink that swill you like, but if it gets those images out of my head, I am perfectly okay with it.) Steven shuddered.

"I'll order delivery..." Jake sighed, wiping his face with his gloved hand.

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Stars and Sparring

Blaise Zabini x Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: Beginning as rivals in the Dueling Club, they bond over shared experiences and vulnerabilities

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 3.6k

Notes: N/A

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The halls of Hogwarts buzzed with excitement as students prepared for the meeting of the Dueling Club. Y/N, a clever and resourceful Ravenclaw, felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety. She had always been a strategic thinker, but dueling was a different kind of challenge. When she learned she would be paired with Blaise Zabini, a confident Slytherin known for his charm and skill, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves.

As Y/N entered the Great Hall, the long tables were filled with students chatting animatedly, their voices blending into a lively symphony of excitement. She spotted Blaise across the room, surrounded by his Slytherin friends. He leaned back casually in his seat, a smirk playing on his lips as he caught her gaze. Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to dismiss the way her heart raced at the sight of him. Focus, she reminded herself. She was determined to prove herself in the Dueling Club, no matter how infuriating her partner might be.

The practice session was chaotic. Students shouted incantations, and spells flew through the air like fireworks. Y/N and Blaise stood opposite each other on the practice mat, the tension palpable.

“Ready to lose, Y/N?” Blaise taunted, raising an eyebrow, his tone teasing but with an underlying challenge.

“Not if I can help it,” Y/N shot back, a confident smile on her face. “I’ve got a winning streak to uphold.”

“Ha! Is that what you call your last match? I thought it was a practice session for my victory speech,” he smirked.

“Cute, Zabini. Just remember, every great villain has to face a hero eventually,” Y/N quipped, feeling adrenaline coursing through her veins.

With that, they began. Y/N focused on her strategy, weaving between Blaise's spells with agility. The thrill of competition surged through her as she countered his attacks with calculated precision. The sound of magic crackling in the air fueled her enthusiasm. This is what I love, she thought, relishing the excitement of the duel.

Blaise was quick and skilled, but Y/N was relentless. As they sparred, playful banter filled the air. “You need to try harder than that, Zabini!” Y/N challenged, dodging a stinging hex and retaliating with a well-aimed disarming spell.

“Impressive,” Blaise remarked, genuinely surprised as Y/N disarmed him for the first time. “You’re not as predictable as I thought.”

“Neither are you,” Y/N replied, grinning. “Though you could use some more finesse. That last spell was…what’s the word? Amateurish?”

Blaise feigned offense, placing a hand on his heart. “Amateurish? How dare you! I’ll have you know I’ve been training since I could walk.”

“Oh really? Because it looks like you’re still learning how to stand,” she shot back, her laughter mingling with the chaos around them.

As the practice continued, Y/N found herself laughing more than she expected, appreciating Blaise's dry sense of humor and quick wit. With each duel, they began to understand each other’s fighting styles, leading to moments of mutual respect.

During a break, while the other students took a breather, Y/N and Blaise stood slightly apart from the group. Y/N wiped her brow, panting slightly, and caught Blaise observing her with an expression she couldn’t quite decipher. “What?” she asked, a playful challenge in her tone.

“Just wondering how a Ravenclaw ended up with moves like that,” he replied, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

“Oh, you’d be surprised what we Ravenclaws can do when it comes to…our moves,” Y/N said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “After all, intelligence isn’t just about books.”

Blaise chuckled, a genuine laugh that made Y/N’s heart skip a beat. “Touché. But let’s be real, if you’re the hero, does that make me the dashing sidekick?”

“More like the comic relief,” Y/N teased. “I’ll have to rescue you from your own terrible one-liners.”

Blaise smirked, his confidence unwavering. “Well, someone’s got to keep things interesting. What’s a hero without a little drama?”

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her at his compliment. “Maybe we should team up more often, then,” she suggested, her voice light but hopeful.

“Count me in,” he said with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just try not to embarrass me too much.”

“Embarrass you? Please, I’m just getting started,” Y/N replied, her smile widening.

Later that night, Y/N sought solace in the Astronomy Tower, her mind racing from the day’s events. The moonlight streamed through the tower’s archway, illuminating the stars above. She leaned against the railing, gazing up at the constellations, lost in thought about her dueling partnership with Blaise. He’s more than just a Slytherin, she mused, recalling the spark of laughter they shared.

To her surprise, the door creaked open, and in walked Blaise, his dark hair slightly tousled by the breeze. “I didn’t expect to find anyone else here,” he said, leaning casually against the wall.

Y/N chuckled, her heart fluttering at the sight of him. “I could say the same about you. Aren’t you supposed to be plotting something dastardly with the other Slytherins?”

“Please, I’m taking a break from my villainous duties tonight. Even a dark lord needs a moment to breathe,” he replied with a mock-seriousness, crossing his arms.

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the quiet of the tower enveloping them. The stars twinkled overhead, and Y/N felt a sense of calm wash over her as if the universe had conspired to bring them together in this moment.

“I needed to clear my head,” Blaise admitted, pushing off the wall to join her at the railing. “Today was... intense.”

“Intense is one way to put it,” Y/N replied, her voice teasing. “I wasn’t sure whether to duel or laugh. Honestly, I was ready to start charging admission for our little show.”

Blaise laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “I felt the same way. You’re a worthy opponent, Y/N. I underestimated you.”

“Don’t worry; I’ll let you off easy this time,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “But next time, I might charge you for my wisdom.”

“Wisdom? Is that what you’re calling those dance moves you were doing?” Blaise teased, feigning seriousness as he looked her up and down. “I was half-expecting you to break into a choreographed number.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “Please, my moves are an art form. If anything, you should be taking notes. How else will you keep up?”

Blaise raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh, I see. You’re not just here for the stargazing; you’re here to give me a masterclass in dueling and dancing?”

“Exactly. Lesson one: dodge and weave with style. Lesson two: always look fabulous while doing it,” Y/N said with a playful flourish, pretending to demonstrate.

“I’m convinced,” he replied, chuckling. “I’ll be your most devoted student. But only if you promise to teach me your secret for not taking yourself too seriously.”

“Deal,” she said, her heartwarming at the easy rapport between them. “But be warned: my teaching methods might involve a few more duels.”

“Bring it on. Just remember, I’m the one with the real villainous flair,” Blaise shot back, flashing her a confident grin.

As they leaned against the railing, the stars above seemed to shine a little brighter, reflecting the new spark between them.

As they gazed up at the stars, the conversation flowed effortlessly, like a gentle stream. Y/N pointed out her favorite constellations, her voice soft and filled with wonder. “That one there is Orion. I always liked how it represents strength. The way he stands ready for battle, yet he also has a softer side.”

Blaise nodded, genuinely interested. “I can see why you’d relate to that. You’ve shown strength today—both in dueling and in not backing down from me.”

Y/N felt her cheeks warm at the compliment. “Strength is more than just physical. It takes courage to face challenges head-on, even if it means partnering with your rival.”

Blaise’s expression shifted, the playful banter giving way to something more serious. “You know, Slytherins get a bad rap. Not everyone is out to stab you in the back.”

“I know that,” Y/N said, her tone gentle. “But house rivalries can make it hard to see past the stereotypes. There’s more to everyone if you look closely.”

“I guess you’re right. But sometimes, it feels easier to play the part everyone expects,” Blaise confessed, his gaze drifting to the stars. “Like I have to be ambitious and ruthless, but sometimes I just want to be… me. Someone who can appreciate the stars and not just the game.”

Y/N smiled softly, touched by his vulnerability. “You are more than your house. You’re clever, talented, and kind, even if you try to hide it behind a cool exterior.”

Their eyes locked, and Y/N felt a rush of emotions flood over her—admiration, warmth, and something deeper. The moment felt electric, charged with the potential for more than just friendship. They stood close, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions.

Suddenly, a loud noise echoed down the corridor, breaking the spell between them. They both turned, startled. “Guess we should get back,” Y/N said, her heart pounding as she tried to regain her composure.

Blaise nodded, but as they turned to leave, he paused. “Y/N... I know we started off a little odd, but I’ve really enjoyed our time together. Maybe we could meet here again?”

Y/N’s heart swelled at his words, a smile creeping onto her face. “I’d like that, Blaise. There’s more to you than just your reputation.”

“Good,” he said, a smirk returning to his lips. “Because I’d hate to lose my favorite Ravenclaw partner.”

“Only if you promise not to throw any hexes at me next time,” she teased, playfully nudging him.

“No promises,” he replied with a wink, as they both made their way toward the door, the night air still crackling with the energy of their connection.

The next day in the Great Hall, Y/N caught Blaise’s eye from across the room. He gave her a subtle nod, a flicker of warmth in his expression that sent a rush of excitement through her. It was a blend of nervousness and anticipation swirling in her stomach, making her feel alive.

During Dueling Club, the dynamic shifted between them. Their sparring sessions now carried a new layer, filled with unspoken feelings and stolen glances. Y/N was determined to impress Blaise, pushing her limits not just for herself but for him. Each spell she cast felt more meaningful, every movement more deliberate.

Blaise had a knack for reading her moves, predicting her strategies, and anticipating her next spell. It was as if they were two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly. With each session, they began to communicate without words, their shared understanding deepening with every clash of spells and every brush of their hands.

After another intense duel, they stood side by side, catching their breath. Y/N could feel the adrenaline still buzzing in her veins. Blaise turned to her, a soft smile illuminating his face. “You’ve improved so much. I’m lucky to have you as a partner.”

Y/N smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through her. “We make a good team, don’t we?”

“Absolutely. In fact,” he continued, his tone light but his eyes serious, “I think we should make it official. How about we keep practicing together, maybe even outside of Dueling Club?”

Her heart raced at the suggestion, a thrill coursing through her veins. “I’d like that,” Y/N replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “There’s so much more to explore together.”

Blaise’s smile widened, revealing a hint of mischief. “Great! We can work on some advanced techniques. I might even show you a few Slytherin tricks.”

“Oh, I’m intrigued,” Y/N teased, crossing her arms playfully. “But don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because we’re ‘official.’ You might end up eating dust.”

“Dust? Please. I’ll be the one serving you up a slice of humble pie,” he shot back, smirking. “Just make sure you don’t trip over your own wand.”

“Ha! As if I’d let a little clumsiness get in the way of my skills,” she retorted, a laugh escaping her lips. “Besides, I’m pretty sure you’ll be the one stumbling around once I unleash my secret weapon.”

“Secret weapon? You mean your dazzling charm and wit?” Blaise grinned, feigning seriousness. “That could knock anyone off their feet.”

“Oh, you’re too kind,” Y/N said, rolling her eyes dramatically. “But I was actually referring to my new disarming spell. It’s quite effective, you know.”

“Careful with that,” he warned, leaning closer with a smirk. “You might just disarm me of my dignity, and we can’t have that, can we?”

Y/N laughed, feeling the air crackle with their playful banter. “Dignity? For a Slytherin, I didn’t think you had any left to begin with!”

“Touché,” he conceded, a glint of admiration in his eyes. “But seriously, I think we make a formidable duo. Our combined talents could take down even the fiercest opponents.”

“Now you’re talking,” Y/N said, grinning. “Just wait until we face off against Gryffindor. They won’t know what hit them!”

As they resumed their sparring, the air was thick with a newfound energy—an unspoken promise of what was to come. Y/N felt invigorated, not just by the thrill of the duel but by the connection growing stronger between them. With each spell exchanged and every laugh shared, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something extraordinary.

As days turned into weeks, Y/N and Blaise found themselves drawn to each other. They spent more time together under the stars, exploring their shared interests and uncovering each other’s layers. Blaise introduced her to his favorite spots around Hogwarts, from hidden gardens to quiet alcoves where they could escape the noise of the castle.

One evening, they wandered outside, the moonlight casting a silver glow on the grounds. They stumbled upon a secluded grove filled with wildflowers, the air fragrant with their sweet scent. “This place is beautiful,” Y/N breathed, her eyes wide with wonder.

“Just like you,” Blaise replied, his voice low and sincere. Y/N felt her heart skip a beat at his words, warmth spreading through her. “I wanted to show you something special.”

As they sat among the flowers, they shared stories about their childhoods, their dreams, and their fears. Y/N opened up about her pressures to excel in Ravenclaw, explaining how it sometimes felt like she had to prove herself constantly. “It’s like I’m always trying to match up to this ideal of intelligence,” she confessed, her tone contemplative.

Blaise nodded, his expression serious. “I get that. It’s exhausting sometimes, isn’t it? The expectations of being a Slytherin can be suffocating. I feel like I always have to be better, to stand out in a crowd, but sometimes I just want to be… me.”

Y/N reached out, gently touching his arm. “You can be you, Blaise. With me, you don’t have to put up a front. I like you for who you are.”

Their eyes met, and Y/N felt a warmth spreading through her chest, the air crackling with the tension of unspoken feelings. Blaise leaned in slightly, searching her gaze for something, a question lingering in the air.

“So, if I were to show you my true self, does that mean I get to skip the usual ‘rival house’ dance routine?” he asked, his smirk breaking the seriousness of the moment.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head playfully. “Well, I wouldn’t want you to get too comfortable! There has to be some banter to keep things interesting.”

“Banter, huh?” Blaise feigned thoughtfulness. “I suppose I can manage that. But be warned—my wit is sharper than my spells.”

“Oh, is that a challenge?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, her competitive spirit igniting. “I think I can handle a bit of banter. You might want to bring your A-game.”

“Bring it? I’m practically a banter champion,” he declared, puffing out his chest dramatically. “Just don’t cry when I take the title.”

Y/N giggled, feeling a lightness in the air. “Cry? Please. You’ll be the one crying when I outwit you at every turn.”

Blaise chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “Alright, then. It’s a friendly competition. But I can’t promise I won’t throw in a few well-placed distractions,” he said, leaning closer with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Distractions? Like trying to charm me with your flowery words?” she teased, a playful smile on her lips.

“Hey, it’s worked before,” he retorted, feigning offense. “But in all seriousness, I appreciate you letting me drop the facade. It means more than you know.”

Y/N smiled softly, touched by his sincerity. “You deserve to be seen for who you are, Blaise. The real you is someone worth knowing.”

In that moment, as they shared a lingering gaze, the tension between them shifted from playful banter to something deeper, a connection that felt like it was waiting to blossom. Blaise leaned in slightly more, and Y/N could feel the warmth radiating from him, drawing her closer.

“I’d like to explore more of that ‘real me’ with you,” he said softly, the words hanging in the air, full of promise.

“Then let’s start tonight,” Y/N replied, her heart racing as the stars twinkled above them, mirroring the spark of something beautiful between them.

“Can I ask you something?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Anything,” Y/N replied, her heart racing.

“Do you ever think there could be something more between us?” Blaise asked, his eyes earnest and searching.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. She felt the weight of his question settle between them, a fragile yet potent moment. “I’ve thought about it,” she admitted, her heart pounding. “But I didn’t know if you felt the same.”

“I do,” he said, a small smile breaking through the tension. “I really do.”

With a shared understanding, they leaned closer, the world around them fading away. Just as their lips were about to meet, a loud noise echoed from the castle, jolting them apart. Y/N felt her cheeks flush, caught between exhilaration and embarrassment.

“Looks like we’re not alone after all,” Blaise said, chuckling lightly, trying to ease the tension.

“Maybe next time?” Y/N suggested, her heart still racing from the near kiss.

“Why wait…” his eyes glinting with mischief. “I mean, we’re already here, under the stars. Seems like the perfect setup for a romantic moment.”

“Is that your smooth Slytherin charm coming out?” Y/N teased, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

Blaise shrugged with a grin. “What can I say? I’m a natural at being charming... or at least I try to be. But seriously, we could have a moment, even with the castle full of noise. It’s all about perspective.”

“Perspective? Like how you’re pretending not to be nervous right now?” she shot back, her playful smile matching his.

“Me? Nervous? Never,” Blaise replied dramatically, placing a hand on his chest as if offended. “I’m as cool as a cucumber.”

“Right, because cucumbers are known for their charm,” Y/N quipped, her laughter mingling with the cool night air.

Blaise chuckled, leaning back against the grove's railing, pretending to contemplate her words. “Okay, fair point. But think about it: we could be the most infamous couple in Hogwarts history—a Ravenclaw and a Slytherin, defying the odds. That’s practically a bestseller waiting to happen.”

“Infamous, huh? Sounds like we’d be the stars of a scandal,” Y/N replied, feigning seriousness. “I can see the headlines now: ‘Ravenclaw and Slytherin: A Forbidden Romance.’”

“Exactly! Just imagine the drama,” he said, eyes sparkling with amusement. “We’d have to throw in a love triangle for good measure.”

“Of course! Nothing says ‘epic romance’ like a third wheel,” Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Let’s skip the triangle and focus on being the main act instead.”

“Agreed,” Blaise said, the playful tone shifting to something softer. “So, about that kiss…”

Y/N felt her heart race again, and she smirked, leaning in slightly as she whispered, “What if we practiced a little? You know, just to prepare for the inevitable headlines.”

“Practicing sounds reasonable,” he replied, a teasing glint in his eyes. “But I warn you, I might be a natural.”

“Good thing I’m a fast learner,” Y/N shot back, and as she leaned in again, this time the anticipation crackled in the air.

Just before their lips met, another noise erupted from the castle, but this time, neither of them moved away. Instead, they both laughed softly, and Y/N finally whispered, “Let’s make it happen.”

Blaise smiled, the mischief in his gaze transforming into something more sincere. “Yeah. No more waiting.”

And as the moon cast a gentle glow around them, they closed the distance, the world around them fading once more as they finally shared that long-awaited kiss, a beautiful collision of laughter, warmth, and the promise of what was yet to come.

As they left the grove, hand in hand, Y/N felt a newfound sense of hope. Their connection had blossomed into something beautiful, a bond that transcended their houses. They walked side by side, their hands almost brushing, each moment filled with potential.

Underneath the same stars they had shared their secrets with, Y/N and Blaise were ready to embark on an adventure that would not only challenge their perceptions of each other but also redefine the boundaries between their houses. Together, they would navigate the complexities of their connection, fueled by the magic of Hogwarts and the infinite possibilities of the universe above.