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I have a request for dustin where they met at camp and they started dating and she is the next target of vecna and but she survives can the song for that is her favorite is party all the time by eddie murphy

party all the time || dustin henderson x reader oneshot

my girl wants to party all the time, party all the time, party all the time!

reader: gender neutral

characters: dustin henderson (minor characters: steve harrington, max mayfield, robin buckley, nancy wheeler, and lucas sinclair)

genre: a mix of heavy angst and fluff

spoiler warning?: if you haven't finished season four, do not read.

severe trigger warning: topics of death, panic attacks, and verbal abuse

notes: @pwin098 i love this prompt!! honestly i think this may be one of the best things ive ever written, im pretty mf proud of this lmao. but here you go! i really hope you enjoy! <3

As the clock chimed, you thought your heart was going to stop. You were sitting on Dustin's couch, his mom out of town for spring break. It was supposed to be a fun get together, but then Vecna started attacking. You knew all about it, you were all trying to prevent it, but you felt a bit hopeless to it all.

And when the clock chimed four times, you knew you were next.

You jumped up, looking around the room for a clock, but you didn't see one. Carefully, you opened the door to see one sitting on the front porch. You stomach sank, tears filling your eyes as they actually opened. Your mind was manipulated. Vecna was attacking.

Panic filled you from head to toe. Looking to your side, you found a worried Dustin, gently cupping your face. “Honeybun, please ... please tell me that wasn't ... you're okay, right? Please just ... please tell me you're okay ..”

You buried your head in Dustin's chest and held onto him as though your life depended on it. You were on the verge of tears, and you could hear his heartbeat. He wasn't doing so well himself. He took you to the couch and held you for a little while as he tried to figure out what was going to happen now.

Max was supposed to get attacked today, if the team's hypothesis is correct. That means you're going to be attacked tomorrow. Nancy and Robin were already interrogating Victor Kreel, and Steve, Lucas, and Max were at Max's trailer. Dustin had asked to drop you guys off at home to get some supplies.

As Steve picked you two back up and you revealed what had happened, everybody was stunned. The anxiety that had creeped in because of Max only deepened. You were next, and you were terrified.

Your mind was racing. Should you write letters like Max did? Should you start saying your final goodbyes? What would the world look like without you?

Dustin rested his hand on yours, pressing a gentle kiss onto your cheek. “Sweet pea, you're gonna be okay, I promise we're gonna get you back to normal,” he whispered into your ear, although a small part of you doubted it.

You gently laid your head on Dustin's shoulder, closing your eyes. “Whatever you say, Dusty-bun.”

The car was quiet as you all watched Max talked to Billy's grave. Until Steve knew something was wrong. Dustin grabbed the walkie talkie, screaming into it to Robin and Nance, as they screamed back. Music.

It all happened to fast, Lucas grabbing her walkman, playing Running Up That Hill. You all were crying, screaming, hoping. Terrified.

Then, she was back on the ground, wrapped in Lucas's arms. Relief cascaded among you all for the time being, there was a way out. Everything might be okay.

So you all headed back to Dustin's house, deciding to make that the hideout. It's been a long day, you needed rest. Dustin and Lucas were taking shifts watching you and Max, making sure nothing was going to happen to either of you. You stayed snuggled into Dustin's chest the whole night, hanging onto him for dear life.

Eventually, you and Dustin woke up before anyone else, aside from Lucas, who was on Max duty. Dustin gently took your hand, kissing your knuckles. “Good morning, my dearest,” he said with a goofy smile. “Wanna go upstairs? We can look through all the records and tapes in there, find something that might work for you today? If not, we can go buy something.”

You nodded gently, pressing a kiss against his cheek. “I love you so much,” you said with a soft giggle. You two went to his room, your hands intertwined as you sat on his bed.

“Let me get these records, but first!” Dustin said, planting a kiss onto your lips before happily walking over to the closet. He hauled a huge basket of records over to you, smiling happily. “Take you pick! I got quite the selection, I pride myself on liking most music,” he laughed softly, sitting beside you and watching you carefully.

You leaned against his shoulder as you looked through the records, your eyes lighting up a little bit. It was a single. Party All The Time by Eddie Murphy. You were a tiny bit embarrassed to say it, but you cleared your throat a little. “I think this one should work!”

Dustin let out a gentle laugh, not a judgemental one. “Never thought you'd be the type to like Eddie Murphy,” he teased.

Your face flushed, darkening a few shades. “Oh hush! I could out you to everyone downstairs about half of the stuff in here!” you retorted, a mischievous smile across your face.

He laughed, gently cupping your face. “It's so nice to see that gorgeous smile again,” he said happily. He kissed your lips tenderly, before pulling back and taking the record. “Alright, I'll put my record player and this ole thing in a duffle bag to carry around with us. We have to stay around an electrical outlet, no matter what we do,” he said, grabbing a bag and slipping the items into it.

Your face was as bright as could be, you loved when Dustin was romantic. It filled your stomach with butterflies, you couldn't believe you found each other. You certainly don't know what you'd do without him.

“I love you so much, Dustin. And every single thing you do for me, I appreciate it. I don't think I could ever say it enough,” you said softly, taking his hand and squeezing it.

He stared into your eyes before kissing your forehead. “Don't worry about it, sweetie. You're the love of my life, why wouldn't I do everything I can for you?”

That's when the door opened, Steve ruining the moment. Of course. “What did I say about going somewhere alone?! No! Out to the main room, now. Not takin' ANY chances here!” he said, his hands situated on his hips like an overprotective mother.

“Yes sir,” you both teased in unison, high-fiving before walking downstairs together. Soft, sweet moments like those almost make all of this worth it.

As you made it downstairs, you all decided to come up with a plan to hopefully infiltrate the upside down. With Max's information, you all learned a lot, but with each detail, you got more and more afraid. You couldn't avoid what was coming next, but you could stop it. Dustin was going to stop it, no matter what.

Gripping Dustin's hand tightly, you looked towards Max and attempted to ask questions about what you were to experience. “... was it hard to get out? Do you think ... do you think he'll try to make it harder for me to get out?”

Max looked off to the side, fiddling with the sleeve of her jacket. “I'm sorry to say it, but probably. That asshole is smart, he already knows that we figured out a way out. So he's probably got reinforcements. I'm not exactly looking forward to what he has in store for you.”

You laughed nervously, putting your head in your hands. “Oh that's absolutely fucking fantastic, am I right guys?” you groaned, your leg bouncing faster and faster until Dustin carefully rested his hand on your knee.

“Nothing's gonna happen, sweetheart. Nothing. Do you hear me? Noth-ing,” he said, attempting to make his point as clear as possible.

You stood up, tears filling your eyes. “What if it's not?! What if I die, what if my bones start cracking, and I'll never live to see the light of day again?! I won't get to see the future, I won't get to see our future! I'll be six foot deep in the fucking ground, if I can even fit into the casket, and then- then- then- ... you'd be so ... so sad, and- ... what if you don't move on? What if you just ... end up just as dead as I am? I-I can't let that happen, I-”

You broke. Your feelings were a bit more towards the surface than Max's. You were trying to hold it in, but sometimes it's healthy to break in a situation like this.

The whole room was silent aside from your sobs. Standing in the middle of the room, you held your face and attempted to wipe the tears from your face although they just kept coming. Why won't they stop?

Dustin was the first to move. He carefully stood up and rested his hand on your waist, the other taking one of your hands and intertwining your fingers. “You're strong, honey. I know you, and I know you can get out of this. You can doubt yourself all you want, but we won't. I'll try not to let you get hurt, but if you do, I'll stay right by your side. Please just ... believe me.”

The others were signalled out of the room by Steve, “Leave 'em be, let's get some breakfast.” You both shot him a thankful glance before returning to each other.

You hadn't even noticed Dustin's teary eyes. “'m sorry, I couldn't hold it in anymore ...” you buried your head into his chest, your arms right around his torso.

“I can't believe you're such a crybaby. Jeez, just fucking suck it up,” Dustin said to you, backing away. His eyes turned from a comforting gaze to a hateful glare. You never wanted anyone to look at you like that, especially not him.

“I-I'm sorry, forgive me, please- I'll be better-”

“No, I'm done with you. With everything about you. I took pity on you at camp. Who wanted to hang out with a random weirdo like you? And why would I fall in love with you? You're a fucking idiot, you know that?” he said, walking towards you and shoving his index finger into your chest. It hurt. It hurt so much, physically and mentally. Why would he say such things?

His fingers started to change, forming sharp knives that cut at your chest. You tried to run away, but you hit the back wall. Fear crawled all over your body, as his face contorted. His jaw was extended far, almost to the floor, as though it was jelly. The skin on his cheeks seemed to deteriorate, and his nose seemed to break. You hated horror movies like that, and that's when you realized.

It wasn't real. It was Vecna.

“It's okay, it's okay, you better not apologize, my dearest. Let's sit down, okay?” Dustin said with a gentle smile.

You didn't say anything.

“Honey?”

Your arms slipped off of him as he stepped back, nothing in your eyes anymore.

“Baby ... oh fuck. Oh shit! EVERYBODY GET YOUR ASS IN HERE, WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY!" Dustin screamed to the top of his lungs, his hands beginning to shake as he looked around for his duffle bag. He couldn't find it.

“What?! What is- fuck!” Steve said, looking at you before back at Dustin. “You know her favorite song, right?! Goddamnit- I didn't think it'd be this soon!”

“YES, WHERE THE FUCK IS THE DUFFLE BAG?!”

“STOP SCREAMING!” Robin yelled back, a bit confused.

“It's behind the couch! Where you put it!” Nancy said in a softer tone, rolling her eyes at Dustin's dramatics.

Dustin practically jumped over the couch, grabbing the record player and shoving it towards the wall. He plugged it in before shakily resting the record against it. He put the needle on it, looking up at you.

“Please, honey, please be strong ...” he whispered to himself, tears falling from his eyes. Everyone waited tensely, surrounding your now floating body.

You were now tied against something, but you couldn't help but look around and see Chrissy and Fred's bodies tied against similar pillars. This was your final stop. Your final chance to get out.

“It's time to go, and you ready?” Vecna said, his hand slowly making it's way above your head.

Please just play the record Dustin, please ...

“Girl, I can't understand it, why you wanna hurt me,

After all the things I've done for you.”

Vecna looked at you for a moment, trying to speed up the process. You had to get out of his grip somehow, and the portal opening in front of you gave you motivation. You slammed your head against his, Vecna falling backwards and you restraints falling to the floor.

“I buy you champagne and roses and diamonds on your finger,

Diamonds on your finger,”

You ran for it, you were terrified. You've never ran this fast in your life. Your legs moved faster than your mind, and then all of the sudden, the were swept out from beneath your feet by Vecna's tentacles.

“Still you hang out all night, what am I to do?”

You began to punch at the tentacle, trying to get it to come loose. You then remembered something. A rock was in your pocket, and a pretty sharp one too. Dustin gave it to you at camp, saying that he couldn't get you anything better, but he wanted to give you something. It was a sweet memory, one that empowered you. You grabbed it out of your pocket and attempted to hack at the tentacle.

“My girl wants to party all the time, party all the time, party all the time.

My girl wants to party all the time,

Party all the time.”

Eventually, you had cut yourself out of there, quickly pulling yourself out of the deep red ground below you and racing towards the portal. You saw Dustin, staring up at you and whispering to himself. The fear in his eyes stung in your heart, you wanted to hold him and tell him everything was okay. You had to get back to him.

“She parties all the time, party all the time,

She likes to party all the time, party all the time, party all the time.”

You practically threw yourself into the portal, almost hitting the floor before you felt Dustin's arms around you. You buried your head in his chest, sobbing harshly into it.

He held you close to his chest, pressing soft kisses against your forehead as he rubbed your back. “Take your time, sweetie, you're okay now ... nothing's gonna hurt you, not while we're around, honey ...”

“... okay Party All The Time? Really?” Steve laughed, attempting to lighten the mood.

You laughed softly, looking up at him and sniffing. “Y-Yeah, shut up! You gotta admit, it's amazing!” you laughed, basically sitting in Dustin's lap.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself. Are you alright? Do you need anything?” Steve said, sitting beside you and looking you over for any wounds.

“I think I'm okay, I just need to calm down ...” you mumbled softly, snuggling your head into Dustin's neck.

“That's my job, ladies and gentlemen!” Dustin said with a goofy smile, holding you close. You were in good hands, and you knew it. You were going to be okay, as long as Dusty-bun was around.

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Can you do headcanons about having sleepovers with el and how your first one with her would be?

sleepover with el headcannons! [platonic and romantic]

having sleepovers with el, you give her the time of her life! she really loves spending time with you!

reader: gender neutral

characters: jane "eleven" hopper

genre: fluffy, slice-of-life

spoiler warning?: seasons 3-4

notes: okay so i didn't know if this request was platonic or romantic, so i did both! sorry, im not the best at writing el, but i tried my best!! thank you so much for requesting!!

platonic! 💌

• You're both probably pretty nervous, but you're ready to have fun! You and Eleven had become pretty good friends by now, and the ultimate friendship test is being able to have the best sleepover in the world! El has learned quite a bit from her sleepovers with Max, and you have some tricks up your sleeve as well!

• El had told you about her powers after a few months of knowing each other, but you didn't want to abuse them. She offered to spy on people through her mind, but why do that when you had the perfect idea? You suggested pranking Hopper. Of course, you had to explain what pranking was and how it was, in fact, morally okay. She was absolutely fine with it!

• You two made a little contraption, the classic bucket over the door trick. El served as a distraction while you went to the bathroom to fill the bucket with water. Yeah, it was a pretty mundane, but you have to ease someone into the world of pranking! You'd definitely teach her more as you went along.

• As soon as you were both back inside El's room, the trap was set. Now, you had to figure out the bait. You two brainstormed before you both figured out the perfect plan. “Mike?! What are you doing here?!" You called loudly, a giant smirk on your face.

• You counted. One. Two. And there Hopper was, bursting through the door, rage burning is his eyes. Not Mike. Please, never let that boy into this house again. Then the rage got worse, as water drenched him. You two were dead. So very dead.

• Let's just say whenever your name was brought up in conversation, Hopper shivered a little from the memory of the freezing water. He rolls his eyes and eventually lets you come back over, but that won't stop him from (pretending to) hate you.

romantic! 💌

• Three inches. That was the main rule, her dad established it very early on. Actually, in the car ride there. He was VERY strict on it, and he was a big scary man. So you obliged. You weren't looking for anything that he was thinking of anyway, you just wanted to spend some time with your girlfriend, maybe even hold her hand, who knows?

• So you two ended up watching TV in her room, some show that Hopper introduced her to and she was super excited about. You couldn't help but watch her instead of the show, however. Her bright smile lit up the room. It was so nice to see her happy and not stressed out about everything in her life.

• You looked down between the two of you, your hands so close to touching, but not just yet. You thought and thought before looking into her eyes. “Hey, El ... would you like to hold my hand?”

• She looked a little confused. She had seen it on TV, but she didn't necessarily know what it meant in this setting. You had to explain. “It's a thing that couples do- it's kind of a comfort thing? Or like- an expression of your feelings? I don't know- I just thought it would be nice to hold your hand, that's all.”

• El looked into your eyes before holding out her hand. “... teach me how to hold your hand,” she said with a gentle smile, willing to learn whatever you taught her. It was a soft, sweet moment as you intertwined your fingers. You then hesitantly pressed a kiss against her temple.

• For the rest of the night you watched TV, and when you discovered that Hopper was asleep, you taught her what cuddling was. She really liked being the little spoon, huddling close to your chest and falling asleep. You knew she was finally in a place where she could be comfortable, and that's all that matters.

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OH SHOOT! I FORGOT TO MENTION COULD YOU DO THE HEAD CANNONS FOR WILL BYERS AS MODERN AU? OMG I AM SOOO SORRY I ALWAYS FORGET TO ADD THAT PART!

ofc! you're good dude, i promise!! i haven't started working on it so it's okay!! <3

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Found out I made it to your inbox list… ❤️🥳❤️

I take most requests so of course! I think I've only denied like two requests?? One was nsfw and the other was something I forgot to put in my rules so cidnkdndkd

Most things are on the table <33

Thank you so much for requesting! <3

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Do you write for male reader?

of course! just be specific in your request <3

most of the time i try to write gender neutral readers, but if the person requests specifically, ill try to do my best!

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HI! Are your requests back open? I noticed in your bio it says open, but when I read your Rules it said you had a lot and it sounded like they were closed? Sorry if you already clarified this, just wanted to be sure!

oh shit, i could've sworn i changed it smh :(

as a general rule, my bio is the one that's correct! that's the one i change first!

sorry, i have a really bad problem with starting to do something and then getting 100% distracted! whoopsie <3

but yeah, i have one slot open!!

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Tall reader constantly flirting with Nancy and just teasing her all the time just because 😼 “you’re so pretty” “ what?” “You heard me”

nancy with a tall, flirty partner

flirting with nancy is a game that both of you enjoy, full of adorable moments and amazing comebacks.

reader: gender neutral

characters: nancy wheeler

genre: fluff

spoiler warning?: none!

notes: aaaa nancy my love <3 queen energy right here, i love you ma'am <3 this request was adorable! i didn't know exactly how to incorporate the tall part but i tried!! enjoy!!

• Nancy isn't necessarily a flirty person, definitely not in the verbal sense, and when she gets a partner who's tongue spews out phrases that are bound to make her flustered? She really doesn't know how to react. You know that communication isn't her thing, and you're okay with that! But you're going to keep going, because she said that it doesn't really bother her!

• Most of the time, it doesn't register right away. You'll get right in front of her face with a big grin, cupping her cheek. “You're so pretty ...” you'll murmur. She'll stare back for a moment, tilting her head. “How can you even decide if I'm pretty from that close? Whatever you say,” she'll say with a soft giggle, a light pink tint on her cheeks.

• Flirt. Witty comeback. That's usually the cycle, but the little glances you share show that both of you really love each other. Even if one of you is verbal, and the other isn't, you two know and that's what counts. The smallest smile on her face and the light blush is enough to light your heart on fire. Another success.

• The time she decides to flirt back, oh boy. You'd be watching a movie, your hand intertwined with hers and you look at a passionate kiss on screen. You whisper into her ear, “this could be us?” A little laugh leaves your mouth because you're expecting an eye roll. She turns to you, taking a beat to calculate her next move, before placing a hand on your cheek. “I think we could probably beat them at it, what do you think?”

• You could've sworn your brain short-circuited. What the hell just happened. You stared at her for a moment before your speech turned into a jumbled mess on noises and your face was brighter than the sun. You leaned into her hand and mumbled a soft “I love you.” She plants a kiss on your cheek before holding your gand and letting you regroup.

• Love is in the air, it's obvious between you two. Even if sometimes her comments seem "mean" to other people, you know that she loves every single little stupid comment that comes out of your mouth.

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hiya <3 i was just kinda bored and wondering if anyone wanted to talk about stranger things stuff? like if you want my opinion on the new season or characters or anything! thought it'd be fun <3

maybe like send me asks and ill answer them on here? could be kinda cool :)

or you could send in an ask to talk or smth and i could dm you? i just wanna make some friends on here!!

thank you for your time!! <33

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hi what the fuck

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robin cuddling headcannons

cuddling should be robin buckley's middle name, because wow she's so good at it <3

reader: gender neutral (nb/female ofc because robin <3)

characters: robin buckley

genre: fluff. fluff. fluff.

spoiler warning?: none

lmao i haven't posted in a lil while but i needed comfort, ill work on requests soon and will most likely find some motivation when vol 2 comes out <3 anxiety getting the best of me so we gonna write some robin fluff today boys <33

• Robin isn't the best at picking up on what you want, so you need to explicitly say that you would like to cuddle. Communication is the key to any relationship, of course, and she is absolutely happy to cuddle with you! She's been wanting to ask, actually, but she was a bit nervous.

• “Thank you so much for telling me- I really wouldn't have guessed, well, I kinda did when you laid your head on my shoulder the other day but I wasn't sure! I was like "maybe they want me to hold them closer" but then I was like "I'm probably reading into this too much" and then I got worried because I was kind of scared of doing the wrong thing and- ... I'm rambling again, shoot- I'm not gonna apologize this time, I promise! Let's cuddle.”

• She really doesn't mind whether she's the big spoon or the little spoon, she'll do either! It really just depends on your preference, she loves holding you and being held. However, she prefers being the little spoon an teeny tiny bit. She won't say it, but the way she snuggles into your chest shows something.

• When she's laying on top of you, she has both arms wrapped around your waist and her hands pressed against your back. Her head lays on the left side of your chest, her ear pressed against it so she can listen to your heartbeat. She also loves it when you rub her back, it makes her chest feel warm and fuzzy. She'll usually fall asleep like that, rambling to you until her words turn to gibberish as your heartbeat lulls her to sleep. It's an adorable sight.

• As the big spoon, Robin holds you really tight at first and her grip slowly loosens. She adores playing with your hair and gently scratching your head, she would do anything to make you feel good. She would constantly ask if what she was doing was right, too much, too little, but she eventually gets the hang of it. She loves to stare up at the ceiling while you're in her arms like this and just think. Whether that be out loud, or in her head, you don't mind. You're probably out like a light, her clothes are always insanely soft.

• Cuddling with Robin is one of the most wonderful experiences, and you two end up cuddling quite a bit. It helps you both sleep at night, and Robin finds it the most relaxing thing to do at the end of the day. She loves making you feel good, it makes her feel good.

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hi there!! can i req a jealous / fight / angst mike fic with a good ending? 🤍

listen to yourself || mike wheeler x reader oneshot

mike doesn't like to talk about his feelings, but when his partner realizes there's something wrong, he knows he can't stay quiet for long.

reader: gender neutral

characters: mike wheeler

genre: pretty major angst to light fluff

spoiler warning?: none

trigger warning: jealous!mike, argument, jealous behavior, and shouting.

notes: hiya!! i really didn't know if you wanted mike or the reader to be the jealous one, so i kinda just picked mike <3 if you want something different, just let me know! i think this actually turned out really well, really proud of this one!

Something wasn't clicking this time, and you didn't know what. Mike was upset, he wouldn't dare say it but there was a feeling in the air that wasn't pleasant. It wasn't carefree, fun, loving. It was anxious, cold, nipping at your neck and you didn't know what it was. You had to break the tension.

You sat next to him on the couch in his basement, gently resting your hand on his. “Hon, could you please tell me what's bothering you? I know something's up ...”

Mike stood up, not really wanting you to touch him at the moment. “Nothing's wrong! Why do you think something's wrong?” he said, although the look in his eyes screamed that there was something wrong. He just didn't want to say it. Communication was not his forte, and you knew it, you just had to find a way to get it out of him.

“... well did I say anything to upset you recently? I'm really sorry for whatever it was, but if you could tell me, we could work it out. And it won't happen again?” you said with a gentle smile, staying on the couch. You didn't want to crowd him or anything, he needed his space.

“No, no, it wasn't something you said. It wasn't anything! Let's just drop it,” he said, his back turned to you and his arms crossed over his chest. You two hadn't had an argument yet, but in his experience, he believed that if he brought it up, everything would crumble.

His view of relationships is tainted. His parents had such a loveless marriage, that he didn't know what real relationships looked like. But his parents never brought up the bad stuff, they kept it hidden. And when it all exploded, it exploded hard. Mike didn't want there to be an explosion, so he wanted to keep his feelings to himself. He didn't want you to be upset at him.

“Mike,” you said in a soft tone, nervously tapping your thighs, “whatever it is, I want to know. I'm not dropping it until I know you're okay, and I know you're at least a little happier. If I did something wrong, you tell me, okay?”

Silence. One second. Two seconds. Five seconds. Ten seconds.

“Is it because I jokingly called you mean while we were at the arcade last week?”

More silence. Five seconds. Seven seconds.

“Was it because Max and Lucas bragged about being better than us- when they're not, for the record.”

It was deafening. Five seconds. Six seconds.

You were starting to get anxious, your stomach turning as you tried to come up with reasons. Tears filled your eyes as you tried to find out why. “... was it because I haven't come over in a couple of days because I was hanging out with El and Max?”

His head sharply turned, just a little bit to the side. It was as if he was wincing at the thought. He didn't say anything, but you could see how tense his shoulders were, and how his head slowly sunk. You found it, and you felt awful.

“Is that it?” you asked in a soft tone, slowly raising from the couch.

“Yeah, whatever. It's like every time I try to hang out with you, you're with them! We haven't had any alone time in nine days! I haven't been able to really even with you because you're with them, or we're around people, or you're busy with something else, or I'm busy! I want you to be with me more and it makes me upset when I can't be with you!” he let out, turning to you. He was a mix of mad, sad, and insecure. And you felt it.

“Sweetheart ... take a deep breath, okay? Take a step back and listen to what you're saying. I'm really sorry I haven't been here in a little while, but I won't let it happen again without warning, okay?” you said, taking a step closer to the boy. You knew he wasn't perfect, neither were you. But you could work it out.

“That doesn't change the fact that I want to spend as much time with you as possible and it sucks having to share you with all of those people!” he said, his insecurity coming through even more. He wasn't a villain, though. Just a sad boy who needs to be shown what healthy love is.

You took a deep breath, evaluating what you thought needed to be done. You two spend a lot of time together, and you probably should've expected this. It was coming, you two can't spend every waking moment together. You needed to teach him that.

“Listen to me for just a second. I swear I'm not trying to make you feel guilty but, do you realize how unreasonable that sounds? We both have our lives, and we have to live them even if we're apart. We can't stay by each other's sides 24/7, Mike ... as much as I would love for it to be, it's not possible,” you said, a soft frown on your face as you walked closer to him.

A small tear escaped from his eye, but he wiped it away with lightning speed. “... you're right. I'm sorry, you just ... you just mean a lot to me, and when we're together, I feel better. I know you're safe, and I know we're ... okay? God- I'm so fucking stupid.”

You shook your head, gently resting a hand on his cheek and tilting his head to look in your eyes. “You're not stupid, you're healing. And that's okay, we can work through it together. You've been through a lot, and I would pay a million dollars to build a time machine and go back and change it. I wish I could give you everything you wanted, but I can't. And it breaks my heart to see you upset like this. Just please listen to me, even if I'm not around all the time, I'm never gonna stop loving you.”

He took in a deep breath before wrapping his arms around you and pulling to his chest. “... you don't know how much that means to me. I ... I'm so thankful to have you, and I really don't know what on the world I would do without you,” he said softly, burying his head in your neck.

“I know, I know, and you mean the world to me darling. Just promise me that we're okay, and I'll promise you that I'll work on it? And you'll tell me when something is wrong?” you said softly, hugging him back and enjoying the embrace.

You got a soft nod as he pulled away from you, taking your hand and leading you back to the couch. He held your hand gently, taking a deep breath and he carefully kissing your knuckle. “I'll work on it, too. Promise.”

“That's all I could ask for, sweetheart.”

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mike with a shy s/o headcannons [REPOST]

hiya!! so basically, first time queuing posts, and the tags messed up :( so i reposted it to get it to the right people! sorry for the inconvenience!

mike understands his shy partner, and he loves you more than anything.

reader: gender neutral

characters: mike wheeler

genre: fluff

spoiler warning?: nope

notes: mike is a character that i don't understand as much, so im sorry if i didn't do this well! he's an interesting character that i haven't quite grasped yet but it's fun practice! thanks for the request!

• Mike loves you a lot, although he doesn't verbally express it enough. But the things he does for you highlight it especially well. He doesn't do any super big gestures, however, and you were grateful. Being the center of attention was something you certainly didn't care for, so you were extremely happy he wasn't too evident with his actions.

• What he did was little, but would stand out in big ways. If you were nervous about an event, such as meeting some of his friends, he would take you aside for a moment and just open his arms. A simple hug was all that was necessary sometimes, the comfort necessary to face something you were a bit scared for.

• You didn't talk much, and Mike was okay with that. He didn't force you out of your comfort zone, but anytime you did speak, his eyes were on you. He was enthralled by you, every word that left your mouth. He tried not to make it evident, but these were one of the few times it was.

• He also talked for you if you wanted him to, you two had a signal. Two taps on his hand, or two hand squeezes if you two were holding hands. Another signal you two had was leaving. If you felt like you needed to leave, it was three taps. Three hand squeezes. And he looked you in the eyes to acknowledge before doing what you needed.

• However, when you two are alone, and you're able to let your true self out, he enjoys every minute. He enjoys every minute with you, no matter how you were feelings, who you were around, he loved you regardless. And he made sure to let you know, not necessarily verbally. He'll get there eventually, just give him time.

• Mike is a sweet and loving boyfriend, slowly picking up on and learning everything his partner needs. Once he figures it out, he's not going to forget. He would never forget something related to you. You're his partner, after all.

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let me fix it || eddie munson x reader oneshot [REPOST]

so i queued a post for the first time, bad decision :) tags messed up, i don't know how or why, so i just copy and pasted everything and reposted! sorry for the inconvenience, just wanna get this to the people who might need it!

fighting and arguing aren't good for anxiety, but you know that your boyfriend is the cure. eddie knows exactly how to help <3

reader: gender neutral

characters: eddie munson

genre: light angst to fluff

spoiler warning?: nope!

notes: AAAAAA THIS REQUEST IS ADORABLE <3 im a sucker for fluff like this and writing stuff like this makes my heart go ckdnxkksoszksk <333 thank you so much for the request! a lil shorter than i wanted it to be but i have a huge headache and brain functions go bye bye

Shouting. You could never get away from it. Even in the safety of your own room. Even buried deep in the corner of your closet, hands tightly pressed to your ears. Every inch of you body was shaking, anxiety rushing through every possible vein in your body. You can take this right now, you need to leave.

Carefully crawling out of your window, you could still hear the arguments from your parents. Each word was another pang in your heart as you tried to formulate thoughts. Where could you go? How far would you have to go to get away from this?

Only one person was on your mind. Eddie. Your boyfriend loved you more than anything, and you knew that he would help. Being with him seemed to melt all of your anxiety away, just with a single touch or word from his mouth. You needed him to fix this.

Thankfully his place wasn't that far of a walk, and you had it memorized. The tears clouding your vision wasn't helping, and the heavy breathing was definitely an inconvenience. You were already anxious, and now you were alone in the middle of the night and no body knew where you were?

You began to pick up the pace, running like the wind as tears cascaded down your cheeks as your thoughts got the best of you, and the worst of you. You raced towards Eddie's trailer frantically, eventually getting to the doorstep. You carefully knocked on the door, your hands shaking. You then rested them on your knees, panting.

Eddie opened the door, about to lean against the doorway before his eyes widened. “Hon, what are you doin' here so late? You should be in bed, wh-” he said as you looked up at him, seeing all the tears on your face. And that's when he leapt into action.

He gently took your face in his hands and wiped the tears, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Can I carry you to my bedroom? You look like you're about to pass out baby, I don't need you dying on me,” he chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood.

After a shake-y nod from you, Eddie carefully picked you up bridal style and carried you to his bed. He laid you down, wiping the new tears that were forming and cascading down your soft cheeks. “Wanna tell me what's going on, or do you wanna cuddle? Let me do what's best for you and get you calmed down a little bit,” he said in a gentle tone, almost whispering into your ear as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.

You looked into his eyes and sniffed softly. “Jus' arguing and stuff, got a l-little scared, j-just needed you ...” you mumbled softly as you shuffled closer. Yes, you were super hot from running, but you didn't care. You needed his arms around you.

Eddie knew what he had to do, carefully wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. “I've got you now, okay? And nothing's gonna hurt you while I'm here. Mhm, you better believe it,” he said, giving you an exaggerated kiss on the forehead.

A soft giggle left your lips as you looked up at him with a smile. “There's that beautiful smile I love so much, you want more kisses? It looks like you love 'em.”

“I do, I do! I love them,” you said happily, gently kissing his cheek. You were obviously in a better mood, although you weren't entirely calm. You were better than you were, though. And Eddie was over the moon.

Eddie let out a dramatic gasp as you kissed his cheek, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Well, I love yours too. We got so much in common! Maybe that's why we make such a good couple?” he joked softly, pressing a few more kisses over your face as he held you tight.

You nodded, gently nuzzling your head into his chest as you enjoyed his comfort. “I love you so much,” you said, muffled by the soft cloth of his shirt.

His hands carefully ran across your back, a gentle smile on his face as he realized that you were better. You were safe in his arms, both of you knew that. And he would protect you with everything he could. Eddie loved you, and you knew that for a fact. He would never let you forget that. “I love you too, honey.”

He continued to run gentle circles into your back as he heard soft snores escape your lips. He moved his hand to feel your forehead and arm temperature before deciding you had cooled down enough. Carefully pulling the soft blanket over the two of you, Eddie pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. “Get some rest, you deserve it. Goodnight, babydoll.”

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Can I request mike with a shy s’o :) thank you so much!

mike with a shy s/o headcannons

mike understands his shy partner, and he loves you more than anything.

reader: gender neutral

characters: mike wheeler

genre: fluff

spoiler warning?: nope!

notes: mike is a character that i don't understand as much, so im sorry if i didn't do this well! he's an interesting character that i haven't quite grasped yet but it's fun practice! thanks for the request!

• Mike loves you a lot, although he doesn't verbally express it enough. But the things he does for you highlight it especially well. He doesn't do any super big gestures, however, and you were grateful. Being the center of attention was something you certainly didn't care for, so you were extremely happy he wasn't too evident with his actions.

• What he did was little, but would stand out in big ways. If you were nervous about an event, such as meeting some of his friends, he would take you aside for a moment and just open his arms. A simple hug was all that was necessary sometimes, the comfort necessary to face something you were a bit scared for.

• You didn't talk much, and Mike was okay with that. He didn't force you out of your comfort zone, but anytime you did speak, his eyes were on you. He was enthralled by you, every word that left your mouth. He tried not to make it evident, but these were one of the few times it was.

• He also talked for you if you wanted him to, you two had a signal. Two taps on his hand, or two hand squeezes if you two were holding hands. Another signal you two had was leaving. If you felt like you needed to leave, it was three taps. Three hand squeezes. And he looked you in the eyes to acknowledge before doing what you needed.

• However, when you two are alone, and you're able to let your true self out, he enjoys every minute. He enjoys every minute with you, no matter how you were feelings, who you were around, he loved you regardless. And he made sure to let you know, not necessarily verbally. He'll get there eventually, just give him time.

• Mike is a sweet and loving boyfriend, slowly picking up on and learning everything his partner needs. Once he figures it out, he's not going to forget. He would never forget something related to you. You're his partner, after all.

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I hope you're still taking requests!

I wanted to possibly ask if you could write a fem!reader (but they/them is fine if you prefer) with Eddie. her parents are arguing and she gets really bad anxiety when people fight so she leaves and shows up at Eddie's doorstep shaking with fear n tears all over her face n he jus takes her to bed n cuddles her and comforts her n jus is so sweet with gentle kisses

sorry if it's too much detail lmao I personally deal with that anxiety all the time n havent seen anyone write it for eddie <3 hope you're well and drink water

let me fix it || eddie munson x reader oneshot

fighting and arguing aren't good for anxiety, but you know that your boyfriend is the cure. eddie knows exactly how to help <3

reader: gender neutral

characters: eddie munson

genre: light angst to major fluff

spoiler warning?: none

notes: AAAAAA THIS REQUEST IS ADORABLE <3 im a sucker for fluff like this and writing stuff like this makes my heart go ckdnxkksoszksk <333 thank you so much for the request! a lil shorter than i wanted it to be but i have a huge headache and brain functions go bye bye

Shouting. You could never get away from it. Even in the safety of your own room. Even buried deep in the corner of your closet, hands tightly pressed to your ears. Every inch of you body was shaking, anxiety rushing through every possible vein in your body. You can take this right now, you need to leave.

Carefully crawling out of your window, you could still hear the arguments from your parents. Each word was another pang in your heart as you tried to formulate thoughts. Where could you go? How far would you have to go to get away from this?

Only one person was on your mind. Eddie. Your boyfriend loved you more than anything, and you knew that he would help. Being with him seemed to melt all of your anxiety away, just with a single touch or word from his mouth. You needed him to fix this.

Thankfully his place wasn't that far of a walk, and you had it memorized. The tears clouding your vision wasn't helping, and the heavy breathing was definitely an inconvenience. You were already anxious, and now you were alone in the middle of the night and no body knew where you were?

You began to pick up the pace, running like the wind as tears cascaded down your cheeks as your thoughts got the best of you, and the worst of you. You raced towards Eddie's trailer frantically, eventually getting to the doorstep. You carefully knocked on the door, your hands shaking. You then rested them on your knees, panting.

Eddie opened the door, about to lean against the doorway before his eyes widened. “Hon, what are you doin' here so late? You should be in bed, wh-” he said as you looked up at him, seeing all the tears on your face. And that's when he leapt into action.

He gently took your face in his hands and wiped the tears, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Can I carry you to my bedroom? You look like you're about to pass out baby, I don't need you dying on me,” he chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood.

After a shake-y nod from you, Eddie carefully picked you up bridal style and carried you to his bed. He laid you down, wiping the new tears that were forming and cascading down your soft cheeks. “Wanna tell me what's going on, or do you wanna cuddle? Let me do what's best for you and get you calmed down a little bit,” he said in a gentle tone, almost whispering into your ear as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.

You looked into his eyes and sniffed softly. “Jus' arguing and stuff, got a l-little scared, j-just needed you ...” you mumbled softly as you shuffled closer. Yes, you were super hot from running, but you didn't care. You needed his arms around you.

Eddie knew what he had to do, carefully wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. “I've got you now, okay? And nothing's gonna hurt you while I'm here. Mhm, you better believe it,” he said, giving you an exaggerated kiss on the forehead.

A soft giggle left your lips as you looked up at him with a smile. “There's that beautiful smile I love so much, you want more kisses? It looks like you love 'em.”

“I do, I do! I love them,” you said happily, gently kissing his cheek. You were obviously in a better mood, although you weren't entirely calm. You were better than you were, though. And Eddie was over the moon.

Eddie let out a dramatic gasp as you kissed his cheek, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Well, I love yours too. We got so much in common! Maybe that's why we make such a good couple?” he joked softly, pressing a few more kisses over your face as he held you tight.

You nodded, gently nuzzling your head into his chest as you enjoyed his comfort. “I love you so much,” you said, muffled by the soft cloth of his shirt.

His hands carefully ran across your back, a gentle smile on his face as he realized that you were better. You were safe in his arms, both of you knew that. And he would protect you with everything he could. Eddie loved you, and you knew that for a fact. He would never let you forget that. “I love you too, honey.”

He continued to run gentle circles into your back as he heard soft snores escape your lips. He moved his hand to feel your forehead and arm temperature before deciding you had cooled down enough. Carefully pulling the soft blanket over the two of you, Eddie pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. “Get some rest, you deserve it. Goodnight, babydoll.”

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😭😭why are all the good blogs not taking requests?!

ICNDKCNDJDND <33

this made me smile so wide, tysm!! ive gotten nothing but support from all of you and i think it's so sweet!! i deeply appreciate it <3

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Do you write for male reader?

yes, of course!! although im not taking requests at this time, ill 100% do a male reader when they're open again! just keep your request in mind!! <33