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[sluggzillaa]

it's cold out there, reblog to give a trans man a cup of soump

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someone please write a camboy!Eddie x Roommate reader fic and tag me cause that dynamic got me like WOOF WOOF BARK BARK AWOOOH RUFF RUFF

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Reblog if you’re a fanfic writer who’s open to requests!

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I am just now realizing I made a huge mistake with the description 💀

Orbitron

Word Count: 2.5k

✧ Pairing: Joost Klein x Fem!Reader

✧ Summary: After going through a huge breakup with your ex, you decided to try dating again. what didn't expect was for it to bring back your old flame

✧ Warnings and tags: pet/nicknames(Sweetheart) ,some needed fluff, exs to lovers, cursing, angst, joost is kind of an asshole

✧ Authors note: my requests are open so please request something so I have an excuse to post more. ps, MINORS SHOO!

“I’ll never leave you, Schat”

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You can’t remember how long it has been since you came to terms with the fact that you’re now single. It wasn’t like you were in denial, you were just genuinely unsure. You were completely in the dark about everything. One day you’re exchanging I love yous and the next your texts are green. Now you spent your time trying to navigate single life, especially since you felt like you’ve been in a relationship for so long.

You downloaded a couple dating apps. Finding it difficult to not cringe or get nostalgic whenever you see a pale man with slightly long blonde hair. You’d be surprised how many people look like your ex.

Finally you landed on someone who was the complete opposite of your ex. He had dark skin, dark curly hair, and definitely not as tall as him. Hopefully, this would be exactly what you needed to get over the rapper. You hopped out of the shower and rushed to get ready as you were running behind schedule. It's been a while since you’ve been on an actual date so you were pretty rusty. Once your hair was done, you ran into your room and scavenged through piles of clothes to find a decent outfit. You found a decently casual black midi dress. You genuinely didn’t care much to impress your date, you just wanted to be able to say you did it. You slipped on the dress and rushed to the bathroom to put on the minimum amount of makeup you felt comfortable going out in. Once you felt ready, you called for your cab and let your date know you were on your way.

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You walked up to the front of the restaurant and looked around the crowd for your date. You spotted him and walked over to your table. He stood up as soon as he noticed you, a huge smile on his face.

“Apson, right?” You greeted

“Yeaa”

He pulled you into a welcoming hug. He pulled away and pulled out your chair for you as well as taking your bag. You thanked him and pulled the chair in. He rounded the table and sat down. You two quickly scanned the menu to decide what you would eat. Once that was done, you two quickly got to small talk.

“So are you from the netherlands? Your dutch is very good” He questioned

“Technically no, I was born and raised for a bit in America but my parents moved me here in high school”

“I see.. So how was-”

He was quickly cut off by his phone ringing off the hook. He had a privacy screen on his phone so you couldn’t see who it was. He apologized and walked off to take the call. You huffed and took a moment to look around. You locked eyes with the waiter who was coming your way. He asked if you were ready to order but asked for a few extra minutes. Apson soon came back, but did not sit back down. You gave him a concerned look.

“Hey i’m sorry, an emergency came up and i really have to go”

“Oh okay, I guess we can reschedule”

“Yea maybe”

He wasted no time and quickly rushed out of the restaurant. You looked down at the table and wondered if you had done something wrong or if you were just overthinking. You grabbed your stuff and headed out of the restaurant.

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Once you got home, you quickly slipped out of your dress and into some pajamas. You washed all your makeup off your face. You were drying your face and heard a buzz from your phone. You put the towel down and picked up your phone to read the notification.

joostklein liked your story

You threw your phone into the sink and leaned back against your bathroom wall. You stared at your phone like it was a huge scary bug. You gained the courage to grab your phone and look back at the notification, ensuring it was real. Your eyes widened the more you looked at it.

“Holy shit!”

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You spent all day staring at your phone, waiting for his next move. You questioned how he even found you considering you changed all your usernames since he left. Since it was right there, you took a peek at his page. He had changed his hair. It was no longer just a dirty blonde mess of grown out hair, it was now a platinum blonde mullet. He had no longer lived in hoodies. He had switched from his need for comfort to a need for style. The biggest change to you was that he had finally grown facial hair. He still had those gorgeous kind eyes that always drew you in. You scrolled further and found his concert clips, realizing he had actually obtained his dream. You had done one final scroll and that's where you had found the picture that had changed it all.

A photo of Joost in a blue suit with spiked shoulder pads and Apson in a blue bird suit

You were absolutely fuming. He was now going out of his way to fuck with your ability to move on despite being the one who left. You were tired of constantly invading every part of your life, even when he wasn’t actually there. You needed to take matters into your own hands. You clicked the message button on his profile and got to typing like a maniac.

fa3d0ll: Who the fuck do you think you are? You ruin my fucking date meanwhile you were the one who walked out on me. You thought a record deal was more important than your girlfriend. You chose to leave and now you think you have the privilege to invade my privacy and control my life. You walked out my life so please stay the fuck out of my life completely. I’m done with you

You huffed and put your phone down on the bed next to you. You closed your eyes, not expecting to get a response anytime soon. You were wrong. Your phone buzzed immediately. You darted your head up and checked your phone.

joostklein: Do you still live in the same apartment?

fa3d0ll: What?

Read 2:13 pm

You turned your head into your pillow and let out a muffled scream. At Least you know, he didn’t change or he arguably got worse.

⋆.ೃ࿔*

You dozed off after your conversation; if you could even call it a conversation, with Joost. The amount of frustration this man had filled you with made you extremely exhausted. He had taken a toll on your body and mind. You were deep into your dreams until you were woken up by the loud buzz of your doorbell. You groaned and got up from the couch and shuffled to the intercom.

“Who is it?” You questioned

“Open up” A familiar muffled husky voice came from the other side

Whatever sleepiness you still had in your system from your nap had immediately slipped away. Your stomach turned and your blood turned cold. Without a second thought, you let him in. You stood in front of your door waiting to hear his heavy footsteps draw near. You slowly opened your apartment door, revealing the tall blonde man. You couldn’t read his expression, he looked pissed yet slightly amused. Once he stood on the last step; you fully opened the door, practically welcoming him into your home. He walked past you and took a look around. 

“Looks nothing like the last time I was here”

“I needed a change of scenery”

He let out a scoff before heading into your kitchen. He looked through a few cabinets before finding where you kept your mugs. He looked around and frowned when he couldn’t find what he was looking for. He turned back around to you and gave you those sad puppy eyes that made you melt.

“Even got rid of my favorite mug”

“I did put all your stuff in boxes for you to pick up ..but obviously you didn’t care enough to come get them” You spat back

He nodded and turned back around to the cabinet. He grabbed a random mug and placed it in the cup holder of your coffee maker. He grabbed a k cup and placed it into the machine. You watched his every move as he navigated through your kitchen like he owned it. He stood there with his back to you as he watched the coffee pour into the mug. Once it was all poured out, he grabbed the mug and turnt back to you. He took a sip and eyed you over the lip of the mug. You rolled your eyes at him.

“So why are you here?”

He took his time and slowly lowered the mug from his face. He let the dark liquid dance on his tongue before swallowing it. He gently places the mug down and looks back at you.

“I heard you were dating again”

You took not even half the amount of time it took him to respond back

“Yea no shit sherlock”

“And of all people, you picked my best friend.. Ouch”

“Do you think I knew that when I started speaking to him?”

“Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t”

“I didn’t! If I knew I would have stayed far away from him”

He clutched his chest and pretended to be hurt

“Wow that one stung”

“Fuck off!”

“As much as I would love to.. I am more interested in catching up”

He picked up the mug once more and walked slowly towards the couch, not once taking his eyes off you. You followed after him. He plopped down into the middle cushion and you sat beside the armrest. He placed the mug onto the coffee table in front of him. His eyes scanned over your body, a smirk painting over  his lips once he met your eyes.

“You look good”

‘Thanks..”

He inched slightly closer, enough for you to almost not notice.

“So besides Apson.. Who have been the lucky guys?”

You stayed silent

“Come on! I might be your ex but I gotta know”

“There are none..” You whispered

“What was that?” He pushed

“There are none” You said louder but still hushed

“I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch that”

“There was none! I haven’t seen anyone since you left!”

His cocky demeanor dropped, noticing just how much it hurt you to admit it. His smirk wa gonna and he somehow didn’t have a quick and snarky rebuttal. He cleared his throat and threw the persona back on.

“No wonder you chose Apson, you were desperate!”

That was your last straw. You stood from the couch and crossed your arms over your chest. You focused on a random corner in the room to try and avoid crying.

“Get out..”

“What?”

“Get the fuck out of my apartment!”

“Wait wait!.. Shit i’m sorry I shouldn't have said that.. Sit down please”

HIs voice was hushed and not even a drop of smugness was in sight. You sighed before obliging. Once sat on the couch you looked up at him. You nodded at him to continue speaking.

“Have you missed me at all?”

“No”

“Don’t lie”

He always knew exactly how to read you, no matter how much you didn’t want to admit it. He inched closer. You refused to look at him, hating how vulnerable this felt.

“I did at the beginning.. But I had to move on” You finally looked up at him with a new found sense of (fake) confidence. He gave you a disappointed look and a small nod. He looked away from you, letting his eyes wander around once more. The silence in the room was deafening. He turned back to you and opened his mouth like he was about to speak, but you beat him to the chase.

“What have you been doing since?”

“Working on my music.. I’ve been doing a couple festivals-”

“No girls?” You cut him off

He quickly shut his mouth. He looked down in his lap with a guilty look on his face. You scoffed and hugged your knees. He looked back up at you, the guilt completely taking over his body language.

“It's funny how you’re so quick to judge me for being single when you can’t settle”

He buried his face in his hands and sighed heavily, then looked up at you with a look of desperation. He leaned closer to you and placed a hand on your knee. You slightly pulled back.

“Shit that's not what.. Look.. What I meant was-”

“I have a sad love life.. No, I get your message loud and clear!”

“No not at all.. Fuck!”

He took a moment to collect himself before finally continuing his sentence

“I'm such a hypocrite for saying that.. I haven’t even looked at another girl since everything. Fuck, you got a one up on me for going on a date”

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in the way he sighed heavily. His eyes darted to the ground, avoiding your gaze, clearly torn. He looked back at your; His expression was a mix of regret and guilt. She crossed your arms, your posture stiffening as she watched him. your eyes narrowed, catching every subtle shift in his demeanor. your tongue poked the inside of your cheek, in disbelief of his words.

“You’re such a fucking liar”

“You really think I'm lying?” He stood up off the couch

She stood up as well

“Yea I do, there is no way that you; The one who walked out on me and was the ultimate bachelor before we got together, didn’t mess around  with a single person”

��Well there is a way!”

“There is no reason that would be true!”

“Well there is!”

“I’d love to hear it!”

“It's because I'm still in love with you!”

She froze, the response she had ready dying on your lips. your eyes widened, searching his face for any hint of insincerity, but she couldn’t find any. your breath hitched as she tried to process his words, your heart pounding in your chest. your hands, which had been clenched into fists, slowly relaxed, hanging limply by your sides. She took a step back then back in front of him.

She held eye contact with him, your breath catching as the tension between them grew so thick it was almost hard to breathe. Slowly, she moved closer, your pulse racing as the distance between them disappeared. His eyes flicked down to your lips, and without thinking, he moved the rest of the way, brushing your lips softly against his. The initial contact was hesitant, almost testy. He finally deepened the kiss, pulling you in with his hand on the small of your back. Your hands slid up to his shoulders, gripping him as if she was afraid he’d leave again. The bickering from before and heavy feelings had left. He pulled away and placed his hands on the sides of your face. He admired every inch of your face like it’d be the last time he’d get to look at it.

“I’ve missed you, Schat”

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Orbitron

Word Count: 2.5k

✧ Pairing: Joost Klein x Fem!Reader

✧ Summary: After going through a huge breakup with your ex, you decided to try dating again. what didn't expect was for it to bring back your old flame

✧ Warnings and tags: pet/nicknames(Sweetheart) ,some needed fluff, exs to lovers, cursing, angst, joost is kind of an asshole

✧ Authors note: my requests are open so please request something so I have an excuse to post more. ps, MINORS SHOO!

“I’ll never leave you, Schat”

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You can’t remember how long it has been since you came to terms with the fact that you’re now single. It wasn’t like you were in denial, you were just genuinely unsure. You were completely in the dark about everything. One day you’re exchanging I love yous and the next your texts are green. Now you spent your time trying to navigate single life, especially since you felt like you’ve been in a relationship for so long.

You downloaded a couple dating apps. Finding it difficult to not cringe or get nostalgic whenever you see a pale man with slightly long blonde hair. You’d be surprised how many people look like your ex.

Finally you landed on someone who was the complete opposite of your ex. He had dark skin, dark curly hair, and definitely not as tall as him. Hopefully, this would be exactly what you needed to get over the rapper. You hopped out of the shower and rushed to get ready as you were running behind schedule. It's been a while since you’ve been on an actual date so you were pretty rusty. Once your hair was done, you ran into your room and scavenged through piles of clothes to find a decent outfit. You found a decently casual black midi dress. You genuinely didn’t care much to impress your date, you just wanted to be able to say you did it. You slipped on the dress and rushed to the bathroom to put on the minimum amount of makeup you felt comfortable going out in. Once you felt ready, you called for your cab and let your date know you were on your way.

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You walked up to the front of the restaurant and looked around the crowd for your date. You spotted him and walked over to your table. He stood up as soon as he noticed you, a huge smile on his face.

“Apson, right?” You greeted

“Yeaa”

He pulled you into a welcoming hug. He pulled away and pulled out your chair for you as well as taking your bag. You thanked him and pulled the chair in. He rounded the table and sat down. You two quickly scanned the menu to decide what you would eat. Once that was done, you two quickly got to small talk.

“So are you from the netherlands? Your dutch is very good” He questioned

“Technically no, I was born and raised for a bit in America but my parents moved me here in high school”

“I see.. So how was-”

He was quickly cut off by his phone ringing off the hook. He had a privacy screen on his phone so you couldn’t see who it was. He apologized and walked off to take the call. You huffed and took a moment to look around. You locked eyes with the waiter who was coming your way. He asked if you were ready to order but asked for a few extra minutes. Apson soon came back, but did not sit back down. You gave him a concerned look.

“Hey i’m sorry, an emergency came up and i really have to go”

“Oh okay, I guess we can reschedule”

“Yea maybe”

He wasted no time and quickly rushed out of the restaurant. You looked down at the table and wondered if you had done something wrong or if you were just overthinking. You grabbed your stuff and headed out of the restaurant.

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Once you got home, you quickly slipped out of your dress and into some pajamas. You washed all your makeup off your face. You were drying your face and heard a buzz from your phone. You put the towel down and picked up your phone to read the notification.

joostklein liked your story

You threw your phone into the sink and leaned back against your bathroom wall. You stared at your phone like it was a huge scary bug. You gained the courage to grab your phone and look back at the notification, ensuring it was real. Your eyes widened the more you looked at it.

“Holy shit!”

⋆.ೃ࿔*

You spent all day staring at your phone, waiting for his next move. You questioned how he even found you considering you changed all your usernames since he left. Since it was right there, you took a peek at his page. He had changed his hair. It was no longer just a dirty blonde mess of grown out hair, it was now a platinum blonde mullet. He had no longer lived in hoodies. He had switched from his need for comfort to a need for style. The biggest change to you was that he had finally grown facial hair. He still had those gorgeous kind eyes that always drew you in. You scrolled further and found his concert clips, realizing he had actually obtained his dream. You had done one final scroll and that's where you had found the picture that had changed it all.

A photo of Joost in a blue suit with spiked shoulder pads and Apson in a blue bird suit

You were absolutely fuming. He was now going out of his way to fuck with your ability to move on despite being the one who left. You were tired of constantly invading every part of your life, even when he wasn’t actually there. You needed to take matters into your own hands. You clicked the message button on his profile and got to typing like a maniac.

fa3d0ll: Who the fuck do you think you are? You ruin my fucking date meanwhile you were the one who walked out on me. You thought a record deal was more important than your girlfriend. You chose to leave and now you think you have the privilege to invade my privacy and control my life. You walked out my life so please stay the fuck out of my life completely. I’m done with you

You huffed and put your phone down on the bed next to you. You closed your eyes, not expecting to get a response anytime soon. You were wrong. Your phone buzzed immediately. You darted your head up and checked your phone.

joostklein: Do you still live in the same apartment?

fa3d0ll: What?

Read 2:13 pm

You turned your head into your pillow and let out a muffled scream. At Least you know, he didn’t change or he arguably got worse.

⋆.ೃ࿔*

You dozed off after your conversation; if you could even call it a conversation, with Joost. The amount of frustration this man had filled you with made you extremely exhausted. He had taken a toll on your body and mind. You were deep into your dreams until you were woken up by the loud buzz of your doorbell. You groaned and got up from the couch and shuffled to the intercom.

“Who is it?” You questioned

“Open up” A familiar muffled husky voice came from the other side

Whatever sleepiness you still had in your system from your nap had immediately slipped away. Your stomach turned and your blood turned cold. Without a second thought, you let him in. You stood in front of your door waiting to hear his heavy footsteps draw near. You slowly opened your apartment door, revealing the tall blonde man. You couldn’t read his expression, he looked pissed yet slightly amused. Once he stood on the last step; you fully opened the door, practically welcoming him into your home. He walked past you and took a look around. 

“Looks nothing like the last time I was here”

“I needed a change of scenery”

He let out a scoff before heading into your kitchen. He looked through a few cabinets before finding where you kept your mugs. He looked around and frowned when he couldn’t find what he was looking for. He turned back around to you and gave you those sad puppy eyes that made you melt.

“Even got rid of my favorite mug”

“I did put all your stuff in boxes for you to pick up ..but obviously you didn’t care enough to come get them” You spat back

He nodded and turned back around to the cabinet. He grabbed a random mug and placed it in the cup holder of your coffee maker. He grabbed a k cup and placed it into the machine. You watched his every move as he navigated through your kitchen like he owned it. He stood there with his back to you as he watched the coffee pour into the mug. Once it was all poured out, he grabbed the mug and turnt back to you. He took a sip and eyed you over the lip of the mug. You rolled your eyes at him.

“So why are you here?”

He took his time and slowly lowered the mug from his face. He let the dark liquid dance on his tongue before swallowing it. He gently places the mug down and looks back at you.

“I heard you were dating again”

You took not even half the amount of time it took him to respond back

“Yea no shit sherlock”

“And of all people, you picked my best friend.. Ouch”

“Do you think I knew that when I started speaking to him?”

“Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t”

“I didn’t! If I knew I would have stayed far away from him”

He clutched his chest and pretended to be hurt

“Wow that one stung”

“Fuck off!”

“As much as I would love to.. I am more interested in catching up”

He picked up the mug once more and walked slowly towards the couch, not once taking his eyes off you. You followed after him. He plopped down into the middle cushion and you sat beside the armrest. He placed the mug onto the coffee table in front of him. His eyes scanned over your body, a smirk painting over  his lips once he met your eyes.

“You look good”

‘Thanks..”

He inched slightly closer, enough for you to almost not notice.

“So besides Apson.. Who have been the lucky guys?”

You stayed silent

“Come on! I might be your ex but I gotta know”

“There are none..” You whispered

“What was that?” He pushed

“There are none” You said louder but still hushed

“I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch that”

“There was none! I haven’t seen anyone since you left!”

His cocky demeanor dropped, noticing just how much it hurt you to admit it. His smirk wa gonna and he somehow didn’t have a quick and snarky rebuttal. He cleared his throat and threw the persona back on.

“No wonder you chose Apson, you were desperate!”

That was your last straw. You stood from the couch and crossed your arms over your chest. You focused on a random corner in the room to try and avoid crying.

“Get out..”

“What?”

“Get the fuck out of my apartment!”

“Wait wait!.. Shit i’m sorry I shouldn't have said that.. Sit down please”

HIs voice was hushed and not even a drop of smugness was in sight. You sighed before obliging. Once sat on the couch you looked up at him. You nodded at him to continue speaking.

“Have you missed me at all?”

“No”

“Don’t lie”

He always knew exactly how to read you, no matter how much you didn’t want to admit it. He inched closer. You refused to look at him, hating how vulnerable this felt.

“I did at the beginning.. But I had to move on” You finally looked up at him with a new found sense of (fake) confidence. He gave you a disappointed look and a small nod. He looked away from you, letting his eyes wander around once more. The silence in the room was deafening. He turned back to you and opened his mouth like he was about to speak, but you beat him to the chase.

“What have you been doing since?”

“Working on my music.. I’ve been doing a couple festivals-”

“No girls?” You cut him off

He quickly shut his mouth. He looked down in his lap with a guilty look on his face. You scoffed and hugged your knees. He looked back up at you, the guilt completely taking over his body language.

“It's funny how you’re so quick to judge me for being single when you can’t settle”

He buried his face in his hands and sighed heavily, then looked up at you with a look of desperation. He leaned closer to you and placed a hand on your knee. You slightly pulled back.

“Shit that's not what.. Look.. What I meant was-”

“I have a sad love life.. No, I get your message loud and clear!”

“No not at all.. Fuck!”

He took a moment to collect himself before finally continuing his sentence

“I'm such a hypocrite for saying that.. I haven’t even looked at another girl since everything. Fuck, you got a one up on me for going on a date”

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in the way he sighed heavily. His eyes darted to the ground, avoiding your gaze, clearly torn. He looked back at your; His expression was a mix of regret and guilt. She crossed your arms, your posture stiffening as she watched him. your eyes narrowed, catching every subtle shift in his demeanor. your tongue poked the inside of your cheek, in disbelief of his words.

“You’re such a fucking liar”

“You really think I'm lying?” He stood up off the couch

She stood up as well

“Yea I do, there is no way that you; The one who walked out on me and was the ultimate bachelor before we got together, didn’t mess around  with a single person”

“Well there is a way!”

“There is no reason that would be true!”

“Well there is!”

“I’d love to hear it!”

“It's because I'm still in love with you!”

She froze, the response she had ready dying on your lips. your eyes widened, searching his face for any hint of insincerity, but she couldn’t find any. your breath hitched as she tried to process his words, your heart pounding in your chest. your hands, which had been clenched into fists, slowly relaxed, hanging limply by your sides. She took a step back then back in front of him.

She held eye contact with him, your breath catching as the tension between them grew so thick it was almost hard to breathe. Slowly, she moved closer, your pulse racing as the distance between them disappeared. His eyes flicked down to your lips, and without thinking, he moved the rest of the way, brushing your lips softly against his. The initial contact was hesitant, almost testy. He finally deepened the kiss, pulling you in with his hand on the small of your back. Your hands slid up to his shoulders, gripping him as if she was afraid he’d leave again. The bickering from before and heavy feelings had left. He pulled away and placed his hands on the sides of your face. He admired every inch of your face like it’d be the last time he’d get to look at it.

“I’ve missed you, Schat”

[sluggzillaa]

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You Smoke?

Word Count: 3.6k

✧ Pairing: Joost Klein x GN!Reader

✧ Summary: You and Joost have been apart of the same friend group for a while now but haven't had the chance to get to know each other. Thats till they both go on a smoke break.

✧ Warnings and tags: pet/nicknames(Sweetheart and star) , smoking(cigarettes), just some fluff, acquaintances to lovers, cursing, alcohol consumption, implied smut ,  panic attack, fainting, claustrophobia, no pronouns, angst if you squint

✧ Authors note: I've recently gotten into Joost and his music. I'm usually not into blonde men but he flipped a switch for me. Enjoy this thing my brain came up with, i'm very proud of it. If I made any mistakes or missed a warning PLEASE LET ME KNOW. Also, my requests are open so please request something so I have an excuse to post more. ps, MINORS SHOO!

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“Say it!”

“Okay, okay I will”

It's a Tuesday night and everyone is tipsy. You and your friend group had spent the majority of the day helping your friend Joost with a video shoot. You then all came back to Apson’s apartment to relax and have a couple drinks. A couple drinks then turned into a bunch of shots. Now you're all sharing stories, obviously extremely dramatized due to the liquor in your system.

“So I bring this girl home after a gig at Bolwerk” Joost starts

When Joost talks, everyone in the room listens. He is constantly the center of attention. He commands a room.

“We get to my place; getting in the mood.. I leave her on the couch so I can get a rubber, but when I get back this girl is passed out!”

“What did you do after?” Apson questioned 

“Opzouten! I went to bed and put her in a cab in the morning”

The group laughed and went into separate conversations. Joost stood up from his seat and grabbed his bag. 

“Alright, i’m gonna go have a smoke” 

“Mind if I come too?” You speak up

He nods towards the balcony and steps out. You follow and close the sliding door behind you. You admire the city as you learn over the railing. Joost looked through his small bag. He let out a sigh and cursed to himself.

“You got a lighter?” he questioned

You nodded and passed him the lighter that was in your pocket. He pulled out two cigarettes , placing one between his lips and handing you the other. He lit his, taking a drag to ensure an even burn. He inhaled then blew out the remaining smoke. He held the cigarette in between his lips and leaned over towards you. You placed the cigarette between your lips and looked up at him. He cupped one of his hands to the side of the cig and turned the lighter on. You scanned his focused face but your attention was stolen by him eyeing you. You took a pull and watched as Joost moved away, still never peeling his eyes from you. You leaned over the railing and watched cars pass below you.

“I had no idea you smoked” Joost broke the silence

“Well we don’t speak much to know anything about each other”

“Which is odd since we hang out so often”

“You hangout with the group often, we don’t hangout at all” You corrected

He chuckled at your snarkiness and finally looked away from you. He admired the skyline and took a drag from his cig. He turned back to you again.

“I know everyone in the group pretty well, besides you”

“What are you getting at?”

“Maybe, we could get some drinks or go out to eat or something”

“You’re making it sound like a date, Klein”

“You’re the one whos thinking of it like that”

⋆.ೃ࿔*

You agreed to hangout with Joost but tried to find something that didn’t seem so ‘datey’. You decided on going to a local venue where a few underground hardstyle artists were playing. You knew you both had a love for music so you made your plans based on that.

You stood in front of the barricade as you watched people trickle in. You quickly took notice of a familiar blonde haired man walking in, dawning a pair of shades and an ushanka. He searched the crowd till his eyes finally landed on you. A smile pasted itself on to his face and he sped to you.

“Hallo!” He greeted

“Hey.. what's with the shades?”

“I didn’t want anyone to notice me”

“Yea, because no one is going to recognize that bright mullet and your very.. Distinctive style”

He gave you a sarcastic laugh before taking his spot at the barricade. He looked around and took in the venue.

“So do you know anyone in the line up?”

“Nee, but it's always good to support new artist”

You nodded in agreement

“I remember when I was in their position, it always feels good to know that people who are bigger in the scene are interested in your art” He continued

“Enough about me, tell me why you chose this spot”

“Well, I always come to shows like these. It's such a fun atmosphere.. Plus I know how passionate you are about music so I figured it was the perfect way to bring both of our likes together”

“You're very smart”

The comment slightly threw you off but you ignored it and tried to get back into small talk. Before you could even get a word in, the show started. The speakers immediately started blasting music and the room was now lit up by the stage lights above. Joost noticed the crowd begin to get rowdy so he quickly stood behind you and placed his arms on either side of you, hands gripping the barricade. You looked up at him and gave him a thankful smile. You turned back to the front of the stage and moved your body to the beat of the music. Joost looked down at you, ensuring you were comfortable and safe. He eventually let loose and enjoyed the music along with you. The bass and the volume of the music made it extremely difficult to communicate but you did what you could.

“Joost!.. JOOST!” You attempted to grab his attention

“Yea! What do you need?”

“Can you get me a drink?”

“You’ll be good on your own?” He questioned, you gave him a sly look and rolled your eyes

“I am a grown woman, I can handle myself”

He nodded and pushed through the crowd so he could get to the bar in the back. Once he left, you attempted to assimilate yourself with the crowd. Unfortunately, The crowd was getting even more hyped and seemed to lose any sense of awareness for others. Before you knew it, you were pushed into the center of the pit. You were being heavily shoved around and elbowed painfully. You tried to push your way out but the more you struggled, the more it became harder to get out. You’ve been in pits before but only when you intend to; you had never been forced into one. The large amounts of people and the pushing began to make you hyperventilate. Your chest was heaving and your heart was racing. There was a sudden ringing in your ear and before you knew it, black.

You weren’t sure how long you were out but you woke up to a bright light in your face and feeling insanely sweaty. You sat up and the light was moved from your face. The first person you saw was Joost, looking insanely worried. This was the first time you’ve seen him with any other reaction but happy. Once he realized you were awake, he quickly rushed to check on  you, looking all around for any marks on you or any signs you needed to be rushed to a hospital. The medics urged him to give you some space but he ignored them.

“Holy shit, are you okay?”

“Like I would fucking know.. What happened?”

“You passed out in the pit, Why the fuck would you do that after I left?”

“First of all, I got pushed into the pit.. Second of all, I don’t need your constant protection”

He donned an amused smile and looked up at the medics, ushering them away. He tucked his arm under your armpit and slowly helped you get up.

“Still just as independent as you were before you went out.. Come on i’m taking you home”

“No it’s fine, I’ll get a cab”

“I brought my car. Turn off your ego for a second and let me do something for you”

⋆.ೃ࿔*

Joost pulled up to the front of your apartment building and put his car in park.

“Do you need me to take you upstairs or?”

‘I’ll be fine but thank you”

He nodded and stepped out of the car. Right as you were about to open your own door, he quickly swung it open.

“As the gentleman I am, I should be opening doors for you”

“Joost stop making it weird”

You stepped out of the car and shut the door, snatching it from him. He rolls his eyes and walks you to the door. 

“Let's do that again”

“Maybe not THAT.. I think we should just get coffee next time” He joked

You nodded and stopped at your building's front door. Before you opened it, you turned back to Joost and placed a quick peck on his cheek. You gave him a soft smile and opened the door.

“Thank you.. Text me so we can figure out the next time we can hang out”

Joost just stood there, frozen in place. No matter what you said he would just nod in agreement. 

⋆.ೃ࿔*

You had spent the last week texting back and forth with Joost. It first started off with him checking in on you after what happened at the concert. It then turned into him just talking to you randomly. Now you two can’t go a few hours without talking. After being in the same group for so long, you finally feel like you’re actually getting close to him.

Star: I just finished all my paperwork

Moon: You’ve been working on that stuff for 2 days straight

Star: Yea but its finally over

Moon: Good good

Star: I am really bored right now though

Moon: I’m at the studio right now finishing a project

          All the guys just left so it's just me right now

Star: Are you asking me to pull up to the studio?

Moon: Maybe

Star: I’ll see you in 15

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You knocked on the door of the studio and waited for Joost to open. He wasted no time; he practically swung the door off its hinges. He greeted you with a wide smile and ushered you inside. You greeted him with a nod and walked in. You spun around, giving yourself a mini tour of the studio. It was decorated with LED lights and had few plants in the corners. You looked at one of the walls which had a comfy looking brown couch against it. Joost sat down in his chair in front of the control panel. He patted the chair next to him, signaling you to sit. You plopped down in the chair and watched him as he quickly opened his music program on his laptop.

“Listen to this and tell me what you think”

You nodded and followed his every move. He placed the laptop on the desk in front of him and quickly pressed the spacebar, causing the music to play. The song was slower than what you were used to with his music. His voice was very soft, following the beat. The lyrics were extremely heartfelt. Full of love and passion. It was very enjoyable, arguably one of his best songs. He leaned forward in his chair and watched your facial expressions. The song came to a stop and he immediately bombarded you with questions about your opinion.

“It's a very beautiful song.. I love it”

“You don’t think it's missing something, though?”

You shook your head and leaned back in your chair. Joost rubbed the back off his head, thinking. Suddenly something clicked in him. He grabbed your hand and forced you out of your seat. He opened the door to the booth.

“I need you to go into the booth and record something for me, please”

“Fine but you owe me”

He gave you an excited nod and rushed back to his seat. You walked into the booth and shut the door behind you. You looked out the window and spotted Joost ushering you to put on the headphones. Once you did, he spoke through the intercom.

“Okay, so what I want you to do is say ‘Joost, take me to the moon’ but in a soft voice.. Not a whisper though”

You giggled at his specific instructions and gave him an understanding nod. You got up to the mic and gave Joost a thumbs up, signaling that you were ready. A red light turned on above the mic, showing that it was on and recording. You gave yourself an assuring breathe before continuing with the phrase.

“Joost, take me to the moon” You attempted to put on your most calming yet slightly sensual voice

You looked over at him through the window, He just sat there staring at his laptop with an earbud in. He nodded to himself and waved for you to come back out. You hung the headphones back up and walked out of the booth.

“How was it?” You asked

“Fucking perfect.. It was exactly what the song needed”

You smiled to yourself, excited by the praise. He packed up his stuff and grabbed yours as well. He shut off the lights in the studio, The only light in the room being an LED lamp he has on the desk next to all the tech. He stood for a second just admiring the silhouette of your features. Weirdly enough, you did the same. You took notice of the way his nose buttons out and how he constantly had a dimple peeking. Though you couldn’t really see them, you felt his eyes meet yours. The two of you moved together ever so slightly. You two were already so close, if you kept going at this pace you would be directly on top of each other. He placed his hand on your hip and the other on the small of your back. You turned your head to the side and dared to lean your face closer. Right when your lips were going to slightly touch, his ringtone loudly filled the room. He let you go and rushed to grab his phone from his pocket, it was Aspon.

“Shit.. Hallo?” He answered the phone and walked to the other side of the room

You huffed and turned away from him, attempting to snap yourself out of this flustered state. He said goodbye to Aspon and turned back to you. 

“Let’s get going”

You nodded in agreement and opened the door. You made your way downstairs and waited for Joost to lead you to the car. The car ride was pretty quiet besides you helping him with directions. You didn’t once acknowledge what happened upstairs. He pulled up in front of your apartment building and put the car in parked. He got out of the car and walked over to the other side, opening the door for you. You stepped out and walked with him to the front door.

“See you soon?”

“Yea, i’ll text you when i’m home.. Okay star?”

You nodded and headed back inside.

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He didn’t

He hasn’t spoken to you in a week. He hasn’t even made any plans to meet with the friend group. You haven’t heard a single thing about Joost. You knew it was kinda awkward after what happened but you didn’t think it was that bad. You spent day and night last week waiting for any sign of him. The more time that went by with no contact, the more time you began to gave up. That was till you actually gave up. You no longer spent your mornings trying to get pretty in case he wanted to hang out. You no longer tried looking for new ideas of things you could do together. You just stopped trying all together. You had no interest in putting so much effort into someone who obviously didn't care much for you.

You laid in your bed on your laptop, doom scrolling. You hadn’t found a way to stop until your phone chimed. You turned your head to the device and saw a text from someone you haven’t spoken to in a while.

Moon: You busy?

You stared at the text and contemplated whether you should answer or not. It was like his words were a spell, pushing you to respond. You picked up your phone and quickly got to typing.

Star: No

           Why?

Moon: I’m having a get together for the release of my new song

Star: Okay

Moon: And I was wondering if you’d like to come

Star: Where is it and when?

Moon: At my place

           Tonight at 8

Star: I’ll see

He sent you one last text but you didn’t bother to check. You wondered how he had the balls to contact you after leaving you in the dark for so long. You also wondered how he had so much control over you to make you give in so easily.

⋆.ೃ࿔*

You knocked on Joost's apartment door. You had only been here once before for a get together that Ski had invited your group to. You don’t really remember it much because you started drinking as soon as you got there.

Joost opened the door. A slight smile creeped onto his face. It immediately dropped when he realized you weren’t as happy to see him as he was you. You walked straight inside and looked around to see if you recognized anyone. To your surprise, no one was even there. You turned to him with a confused yet slightly confused face. 

“Where did everyone go?” you questioned

“You’re the first one to arrive”

You scoff and walk further into the apartment. You spot the bottles of alcohol and mixers on his dining room table. You grab a cup and begin to fill your cup with a mix of vodka and cranberry juice. You took a sip, making a face at the taste of liquor. You turned back around and trailed to the couch. You plopped down and leaned against the arm of the seat. Joost walked towards you and gently sat down onto the cushion next to you. There was a moment of awkward silence before he finally decided to break it.

“I’m sorry”

“About?”

“The other night..”

“Are you really sorry about the other night or are you sorry about going ghost?”

“Both?”

“What exactly are you sorry for?”

“Um..”

There was a moment of silence again. You watched him as he fidgeted and bit the inside of his cheek. He finally turned to you. His cheeks were a light shade of pink and his eyes were slightly wider. You sat on your legs and leaned closer to him.

“Are you sorry or do you just regret something”

“Maybe I do have some regrets”

“Was it not kissing me?” You said boldly

He kept quiet but his eyes kept flickering to your lips. You leaned closer, practically being pulled towards him. He let out a desperate sigh and leaned into you. Your lips brushed against each other. You closed your eyes, preparing yourself to finally get to kiss him. Then the bell rang. You pulled away and threw your hands up in defeat. Joost got up to answer the door. You grabbed your cup and walked out to the balcony. After that, there wasn’t a moment where the door was closed. The apartment was now full. Everyone was packed in like sardines yet everyone was still having a great time. Joost pushed through the crowd and rushed to you.

“I’m about to release the song, come!”

You stood up from your chair and followed after him. The two of you stood with your group of friends. He grabbed his laptop and pressed the upload button. Once it was up, he pressed play and allowed his song to fill the room. It was a slow and sweet melody. Everything you said in the studio stood to be true. It was a perfectly beautiful song. It was full of love and passion. The song was coming to an end, a part you had never heard.

jij bent het mooiste waar ik mijn ogen op heb gericht, mijn ster

(you're the most beautiful thing I have laid my eyes on, My star)

Your mind went cloudy. The name took you by surprise. To anyone else it would seem like a random nickname, but to you it meant so much more. In the background you heard your voice closing out the song.

Joost, Take me to the moon

Everyone clapped and cheered for Joost. You turned to him with a dreamy expression on your face. He was just smiling down at you, tuning out the entire room. He made your blank expression turn into a wide smile.

⋆.ೃ࿔*

Joost said goodbye to the last few guests and turned to you. You stood directly behind him with a huge smile on your face that hasn’t gone away since he revealed the song. You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into a long awaited kiss. His eyes fluttered shut as he melted into the kiss. He placed one of his hands onto the small of your back and the other on the back of your head. You reached your hand up and combed through the blonde’s mullet. He took a sharp breath in through his nose whilst pulling away. He gave you a goofy love struck smile. You panted as you attempted to catch your breath. You giggled at the sight of the very red Joost.

“So is that why you didn’t speak to me all week?”

“Yea.. I just got so caught up in making it perfect for you, Schat”

You pulled him back into the kiss, this time it was even more heated and passionate. He trailed his hands down and placed them on the back of your thighs. He tapped on your skin, signaling you to jump up. You did as you were instructed and wrapped your legs around his waist. He held onto you and walked you over to his room, never once breaking the kiss.

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joostklein

The Netherlands

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I'M TORN

Recently i've been hyper fixating on Joost klein and i have decided to take break from writing exclusively for Eddie and decided to expand my options. I'm currently trying to write a friends to lovers trope for Joost but i'm trying to decide whether i wanna make it a series (long or mini idk) or keep it as a oneshot. So please vote in the poll and let me know what i should do.

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It was such a good moment TILL HE RUINED IT

You Could Be Mine - Pt 3

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Read Part 1 & Part 2

Summary: Movie night at Eddie’s with a dash of angst

Word Count: ~3.8k

Warnings: smut, v fingering, oral (f!receiving), cumming in pants (heyo!), pining, slight angst, 18+ MDNI

If there was anything your obsession with hair metal had taught you over the years, it was that confidence was everything and a little charisma could go a long, long way.

As the sweaty rockers that you idolized shredded their guitars on stage, there was a special something they possessed that had thousands of screaming fans eating out of their hands.

They didn’t have to be the best singer or play their guitar like a virtuoso, that didn’t hurt of course, but it was really just a bonus. No, there was an intangible quality those arrogant rockers possessed that brought women and men alike to their knees.

Pure, unadulterated charisma.

And that was a problem for you, because you now found yourself faced with a man who exuded that same magnetism like it was a cheap cologne. It drew you in and knocked you senseless, leaving you begging for more.

You had always prided yourself on your self-assured, take-no-prisoners attitude, so why did you fold so quickly where Eddie was concerned? What power did he have over you that made you give in to him so quickly?

Your crush on Eddie was definitely still going strong. Could you really enter into a “friends who kiss” type of arrangement with him knowing that your feelings would never be requited? You knew it was the only way you’d ever get a chance to be with him, but could you actually go through with it?

You wondered if anyone else in history had ever tried to mix sex and friendship before. You weren’t sure, but you imagined that you and Eddie might be modern pioneers of inter-friendship sexual relations as you embarked on your little agreement.

Of course, you needed him to call you first.

After a day or two, once the initial glow from your night at the Hideout had started to wear off, you wondered if maybe everything that had happened between you and Eddie had just been a wonderful dream.

But when you closed your eyes you could still recall the feeling of Eddie’s lips pressed against yours, and the firm grip of his hands on your hips. You could still see the hungry look in his eyes as he pulled back from your kiss.

It had all felt so very real at the time.

You wondered if maybe you were destined to be like all of the other girls that Eddie had hooked up with and immediately forgotten, just a one time fling never to be heard from again. You couldn’t help but feel like a bit of a fool if that were true, but in the end you had nobody to blame but yourself. You had known what you were getting into when you went with him that night.

Regardless, you weren’t going to beg for Eddie’s attention. You figured that if he didn’t want anything else to do with you, then that was his loss.

But you really hoped that wasn’t the case.

It was a Wednesday evening when Eddie finally called. You had just opened up your chemistry textbook to start studying when you heard the phone ring in the hallway outside your bedroom.

You suspected that it was likely Stacy calling to talk your ear off about Jeff, just like she had every other night that week. The two of them had really hit it off the night of the show, it seemed. You were happy for Stacy, but you had to laugh at the fact that your Tiger Beat-obsessed friend ended up with a crush on a guy in a metal band.

When you put your ear to the receiver and said hello, you were pleasantly surprised to hear Eddie’s smooth voice on the other end of the line.

“Just wondering when I should come by and drop off that music you wanted?” His tone was light and playful, and you could tell he was trying to annoy you.

“Pretty big assumption that I’d want anything from you, Munson.”

You trailed the long spiraled phone cord into your room and closed the door on it, sitting on your bed as far from the door as the cord would allow.

“Well if my memory serves me right, I’m pretty sure you do”, he purred in a deep voice that made your thighs clench involuntarily.

Ugh. Your body was a traitor, completely betraying your attempts to play hard to get. Yes, you had agreed to your arrangement with Eddie, but you still planned to make him work for it a bit. That was definitely not going to happen if you kept acting like a schoolgirl with a crush every time he spoke.

After teasing you a bit longer, Eddie invited you over to his place that upcoming Friday night to watch a movie. He gave you his address and told you to come over around 8pm, so that he’d have time to shower after getting home from work.

Eddie had started working at the local auto shop after graduation in an attempt to save up enough money to get out of town and move somewhere better suited to a music career. He wasn’t passionate about working with cars, but it was something of a natural skill he had acquired over the years and he was good at it. He found that fixing the broken down vehicles was kind of like solving a puzzle, and that was satisfying in its own way.

After hanging up the phone, your stomach fluttered with excitement. You were thrilled to finally have another chance to spend time with Eddie, and you planned to make it count.

You wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone, but there was a secret part of you, deep down inside, that despite all the evidence to the contrary believed you could change Eddie’s mind about love.

Were you delusional? Maybe, but you chose to think of yourself as confident. Confident that you would win the metalhead’s heart once he really got to know you.

How could he resist?

You spent the rest of the evening flipping through your textbook with a dreamy smile on your face, no longer able to focus.

Before hearing from Eddie you had been resigned to stay in and do schoolwork all weekend, but now it looked like your chemistry assignment was going to have to wait.

You had to work on some real chemistry of your own.

When you showed up at Eddie’s trailer on Friday evening you weren’t sure what to expect. It was late enough when you arrived that his uncle Wayne had already left for work, and the prospect of being alone with Eddie made you excited and nervous.

When Eddie answered the door he looked fresh from the shower, his normally wild waves transformed to dark, coiled curls. He was wearing black jeans and a faded band shirt that showed off his arms, and you couldn’t help but stare at him in awe. He looked really, really good. He also seemed a little nervous, which you found endearing.

After entering the trailer, Eddie gave you a quick tour of his home. The interior looked like any small space occupied by two single men - definitely lacking in the decor department, aside from a multitude of trucker caps and a puzzling array of mugs. The place was very clean and tidy, which impressed you. Most of the guys you knew were total slobs. In fact, the whole place smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and you wondered if Eddie had cleaned in anticipation of you coming over. The thought made you smile.

After showing you around, Eddie suggested that you to go ahead and pick out a movie from the stack of tapes by the TV in the living room while he gathered some snacks. You carefully perused the VHS tapes in their worn, well-loved covers before settling on Alien.

“Nice choice”, Eddie said sounding impressed, as he entered the room with a handful of snacks. You handed him the tape and he popped it into the VCR, explaining that his friend had satellite and taped all of the movies for him that he could ever want.

As you sat together on the couch watching the movie in his dark living room, you found yourself thinking of Eddie to the point of distraction. His profile was so handsome in the low light of the television’s glow that you couldn’t stop stealing sideways glances at him.

Every time you looked at his lips, you thought of your kiss that night at the Hideout. You wondered if Eddie was feeling something similar, because he kept moving closer to you on the couch.

During the gory chest scene in the movie, when you snuggled close and covered your eyes, he placed his hand on your thigh in a comforting gesture. Even after that frightening part was over, he left his hand there, his thumb tracing small circles over your jeans as you continue to watch the rest of the movie.

You pretended you didn’t notice, but you were screaming on the inside. The soft touch of his hand on your thigh was doing things to you, and making it increasingly difficult to play hard to get.

After a bit longer, he leaned his head close to yours, and you could feel his breath fan over your cheek as his mouth hovered next to your ear.

“I’m really glad you came over tonight”, he said in an almost-whisper that turned your insides to jelly. Resisting the urge to jump his bones was getting more difficult by the minute, but you weren’t ready to surrender to your urges just yet.

As you tried desperately to concentrate on the end of the movie, he continued to draw slow circles on your thigh, and you could feel his eyes on you. You glanced over at him, and found that his dark gaze was narrowed in on your lips.

Just when it seemed that he was finally going to make the move to lean in and kiss you, the final credits started to roll. You weren’t sure what to do, so you stood up, telling him you guessed you had better head for home.

He looked alarmed and stuttered, “B..but it’s still early. Can’t you stick around a bit longer? I have something I want to show you in my room.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his proposition.

“Very smooth, Munson. Is that what you say to all the girls?”

You noticed how his cheeks flushed slightly at your words, showing just the faintest glow of pink.

“Now, now”, he spoke in a jokingly deep voice. “I’m just trying to broaden your musical horizons, that’s all.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and followed him down the hall to his bedroom.

Eddie’s room was much more cluttered than the rest of his home, and as you entered you weren’t sure how on earth he was going to find what he wanted to show you. You sat down on his unmade bed, surveying the stacks of metal cassettes on his bedside table. Metallica, W.A.S.P. and Megadeath were prominent, among many others.

“So where’s this famous music collection that I just need to see?” you asked sarcastically.

He grabbed another handful of tapes off the floor and came to sit close to you on the bed, dumping them into a pile next to you. Despite his casual demeanor you could sense an almost electric tension in the air between the two of you.

As you rummaged through the tapes on the bed, you could feel his eyes on you.

“You look really pretty tonight.” His voice was soft and his deep honey-brown eyes were heavy-lidded as he gazed at you. It took everything in your power to resist folding right then and there.

“Thanks”, you said nonchalantly, reading the liner in your hand as if it was the most interesting document on earth.

Your little game was driving Eddie crazy. He had wanted you from the first moment you walked into his home, and you’d been seemingly ignoring his advances all night. He was used to girls falling all over him, and your cool reactions were messing with his head. Now that he had you in his room and saw you sitting on his bed, he felt like he was going to explode.

“Can I kiss you? Please?” he blurted out, and when you looked up at him, you saw him lick his lips in anticipation. They looked so plush and soft that you could barely tear your eyes away.

Finally. This was what you had been waiting for all night. You nodded and he leaned in close to meet your lips with his.

The kiss was just as wonderful as the one you shared at the Hideout, and the feeling of his lips against yours sent desire coursing through your body. Your head was already spinning and your heart was beating a steady drum in your chest, betraying your outwardly composed appearance.

As Eddie deepened the kiss, he gently pushed you down onto the bed so that the two of you were lying side by side facing each other. Your movement knocked the stacks of cassettes off his bed and onto the floor with a loud clatter, but neither of you seemed to notice.

He ran a hand down over your shirt, cupping and squeezing your breast before slowly trailing a path lower to toy with the button on your jeans. He expertly popped the button open, and you inhaled sharply in anticipation of what you thought might come next.

“Is this ok?” he asked softly, his big eyes met yours, searching for a sign that you wanted to keep going. You looked deep in his eyes and nodded. You wanted him to touch you. In fact, you had never wanted anything more in your life at that moment.

Without any further hesitation Eddie unzipped your jeans and dipped his fingers below the elastic of your underwear, passing lightly over the sparse curls on your mound and tickling you slightly, before moving lower to run them through your warm arousal.

You heard him bite back a quiet groan.

“So wet for me already”, he murmured softly, kissing a path down your neck as you gasped at the feeling of his fingers exploring you.

“Oh, ohh”, you moaned as he used the calloused pads of his fingers to rub slow circles over your clit. You could feel yourself getting wetter as your pleasure increased with each slow movement of his hand.

“That’s it, keep making those pretty noises for me”, he coaxed. “Does that feel good?”

It was all you could do to try to form words, and you only managed to choke out a weak, “Yes.”

Your reaction to Eddie’s touch seemed to spur him on, and his kisses became more fervent as he moved his fingers closer to your entrance, first circling and then slowly sliding two of them inside you. The way Eddie pressed and moved his fingers against your walls surprised you, and you cried out as you felt a mounting wave of pleasure quickly start to build.

You had never felt anything remotely as good before in your life. Every other guy you’d fooled around with had carelessly jabbed around your body like they were trying to find their keys. But unlike the men before him, Eddie’s touches were skilled and precise.

Needing to feel more of him in the moment, you ran your hand down the front of his jeans, brushing over the very prominent bulge in the denim. You rubbed the outline of his cock in as steady of a motion as you could manage, your efforts distracted by Eddie’s skilled fingers as they continued to push you closer and closer to the edge.

He kissed down the side of your neck just under your ear, then a bit lower, sucking lightly over your pulse point.

“Can I taste you?” he asked in a low voice that rumbled against your neck.

You managed to whisper a quiet yes, and with that he removed his fingers from you. He smiled against your skin as you whined at the loss.

Moving to brace himself overtop of you, his kisses rapidly moved lower. He pushed your top up around your collarbone so he could kiss over the peaks of your covered breasts and then down your stomach, finally stopping as he reached the waist of your jeans.

He pulled the pants down in a smooth motion, leaving you in just in your underwear. Then he brought himself down between your thighs, his face level with your covered cunt. He gently kissed you over the material of your underwear, before looping his fingers under the elastic band and pulling them carefully down your legs. You kicked them off of your feet, and suddenly you felt very exposed lying there beneath him.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful”, he sighed as he drank in the sight of you. “Wanna make you feel so good.”

With that he brought his mouth to your already glistening folds, licking a broad line from your entrance to your clit, spreading your wetness with his thick tongue.

“Taste so fucking good, just like I thought”, he groaned as proceeded to flick his wide tongue over your clit in a steady rhythm. You could feel him start to grind his hips into the bed below in tandem with each lap of the thick muscle.

He sealed his lips around the soft bundle of nerves as he slowly inserted his fingers back inside you, resuming his pressured movements from before. He shook his head in a side to side motion, then returned to suckle gently at your clit. He kept up that rhythm, pressing his face deeper against your pussy, relishing in the taste and smell of you that surrounded him.

You felt Eddie moan against you as you clenched around his fingers, and you could tell the tight coil that had been winding within you was finally ready to snap. It all felt so good, and you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Oh, Eddie…I’m going to-”, you cried out as you unraveled on his fingers and tongue.

“That’s it, cum for me”, he coaxed in a throaty voice. The vibration from his words prolonging the lingering waves of pleasure that flowed through you.

After you finally came back down to earth your mind swirled in the afterglow of your release. As Eddie gently kissed down your inner thighs you suddenly realized that you hadn’t done anything for him, and you moved to pull him closer. As you attempted to undo his pants, he chuckled lightly and gently pushed your hands away.

“Oh, I just wanted to help you out too”, you said bashfully.

“Uh, there’s no need.” His cheeks were flushed and he averted his eyes. You didn’t get what he was alluding to at first, but then you finally clued in.

“Oh?”

Oh.

You hadn’t even noticed that Eddie had cum too, but to be fair you were practically on another astral plane at the time.

“Yeah uh, sorry.” He laughed. “I feel like a fucking teenager. Jesus.”

You could tell he was a bit embarrassed. You giggled and he playfully swatted your arm.

“Just let me go clean up, ok? Don’t go anywhere.” He grabbed some clean boxers from his dresser and disappeared into the washroom down the hall. As you laid there still trying to catch your breath, you looked around Eddie’s room. You liked it there, being amongst his things and in his space.

When Eddie came back into the room he had brought you a glass of water, and as you sipped it he started rummaging around in his dresser drawers, looking for something. When he finally found what he was looking for he made a triumphant sound, and returned to where you were sitting on the bed.

With a proud smile he handed you a cassette in its shiny plastic case. It looked like someone had drawn intricate symbols and wyverns all along the outer edge of the white cover. The track listing for each side of the tape was also written out by hand.

“What’s this?” you asked curiously, turning the tape over in your hands to inspect the art.

“It’s a mixed tape. I made it for you so you wouldn’t have to steal all of mine. I put the best songs on there too, not just the commercial stuff. The real good shit.” He met your eyes, studying your reaction.

Your heart swelled in your chest to the point where you thought it might burst. Eddie had obviously spent a lot of time making the tape for you. It was one of the most thoughtful gifts you had ever received.

“Eddie this is so…wow, thank you.” You had a hard time finding the words to thank him, but Eddie looked pleased with your reaction. You were so touched that you almost leaned in to kiss him, until he spoke again.

“Well, I can’t have a friend of mine spotted listening to garbage like Motley Crue. Just won’t do.”

Friend. It was like a record scratch on the moment. You couldn’t lie that after everything you’d just done together, and how he’d made you feel, that the word kind of stung.

You reasoned with yourself that it was the whole deal between the two of you, and that he was only following along with what you’d already discussed and agreed too. But you still couldn’t help but feel a bit strange.

“Right, thanks. Well, I guess I should get going.” You stood up to leave and he walked you to the door. You thanked him again and hugged him, but there was no goodbye kiss, obviously. That was relationship territory, and whatever the two of you had, it certainly wasn’t that.

When you got into your car you popped the cassette into your tape deck to listen to it on the drive home. You smiled as the opening chords of Iron Maiden’s Run to the Hills filled your car.

Eddie making the tape for you was such a sweet, but confusing gesture. Your head was still fuzzy from your orgasm, and on top of that you now had whiplash from how quickly he had switched back to joking around as friends.

You sighed. Were you already letting your feelings get the better of you? You finally had the metalhead of your dreams within your grasp, and you needed to stop sabotaging yourself by overthinking it.

Your arrangement with Eddie was only going to be fun if you let yourself enjoy it without trying to analyze every little thing.

You told yourself that, but you knew deep down that it might be easier said than done.

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i know it doesn’t solve the bigger problem of the duffers’ treatment of poc actors/characters, but what if we made a book of fan letters for eduardo to read? like, did y’all see his lil smile when he realized people were wondering where he was in the s5 photo? this man has no idea how much he’s loved and i think we need to fix that.

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say it with me now, FUCK THE TRIPLE K BROTHERS

why do I have to see Murray’s balding ass???? according to the duffers and stranger things writing process, he’s served his purpose—should’ve been gone after S3 if not S2 so why do I have to see him over and over again? why did this fucker get a call so he can keep pointing out the obvious?

they’ll keep the raging z*onist but not Kali (Eleven’s sister character who was meant to just be edgy but brought so much depth to herself AND El, 008, test subject with fucking powers that would be beneficial in taking down Vecna) or Argyle (literal ride or die who got roped into the upside down business, was shot at with his friends, buried a dead body, drove across the country to reunite the group, is linked to the group in multiple ways, played a similar role as Robin’s in ST3 but apparently he doesn’t get to stay).

they’ll keep the ugly, old white guy who is just a companion at this point but not the POCs that go MIA after they’re used to further the plot for a white main character.

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Sapphire

fulfill all of your minds deepest desires

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Chapter 1: Vanity

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Word Count: 4.5k

✧ Pairing: Gigolo!Eddie Munson x Stripper!Reader

✧ Summary: You and Eddie work for Hawkins’ hottest club, Notorious for it being filled with all kinds of pleasures. Despite being co-workers, you and Eddie have never really been that close; until now. Being close to someone is nice, but working for who and where you do; it could be extremely dangerous

✧ Warnings and tags: use of Y/N(2), (sfw)teasing, pet/nicknames(Sweetheart, Hun, Sleeping beauty, Angel) , drug use (shmeed), just some fluff, co-workers to lovers, alcohol consumption, smoking, mention hard drugs(❄️) ,  sex work, violence, assault, driving under the influence(never do this irl I beg), eventual smut, no upside down

✧ Authors note: I started this fic a while ago but never really got the motivation to get back to it until I recently got sick. I hope you guys really like it because so far this is one of my favorite writes and I plan on continuing it for a while if it gets good feedback. If you like the fic and you want to see more then please repost and comment what you’d like to see happen. Luv ya and MINORS SHOO!

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Sapphire is the go to place for all of Hawkins guilty pleasures. Drugs, liquor, dancers, escorts, you name it they got it. The people are pretty and the sex is good. What happens behind closed doors though; isn’t as sexy. Mafia ties, territory wars, and Tommie. Tommie Rizzo owned basically all of Indiana, with the exception of the areas run by his partners. Not only did he own Indiana, but he also owned whoever worked for him. That’s where you came in.

You first met the devil when he found you tricking on the corner of Ford and Irving. You knew girls often were there to use their ‘talents’ to make a few dollars. What you didn’t know was that those same girls were owned by Tommie. He did not like that someone was using his territory to make a profit. That was till he saw your potential. He left you off with a warning. A month later, he found you back on the same corner pulling the same tricks. He snatched you out of a client's car and threw you into his. That’s when he told you all about Sapphire. You knew about Sapphire, but it never crossed your mind on how it’d be to work there. He brought you in when the club was closed. He put you up on the stage and had you dance to whatever was popular at the moment. From that moment on, he knew he had a star in his hand. He knew you’d bring him in lots of money.

Now here you’re putting on the last dance of the night before you tend to your private clients. You get the highest, brightest stage to give the best performances any of the club goers would see. All eyes would be on you; not even the girls who would walk around offering bottles and private dances would get a sideways glance. Your set ended and you collected your tips. you walk off the stage and down to the bar. Nothing calms your nerves like liquor and a blunt. the other girls would cut their tips in half by buying snow off of the boss, you couldn’t bother with the intensive nosebleeds that happen afterwards. 

‘Anna! Can I get a henny shot and a coke!’

You smiled at the girl behind the bar and turned back towards the stage. You admired the crowd of people dancing to the music, wishing to be that happy again. A figure passed by your peripherals. You turned your head and found Eddie, the top paying escorts of the club. In a town of sad housewives, gigolos were there to fill the void of a lousy inattentive husband. Most women want to chase their teen years or get a taste at an exciting sex life and that is where Eddie comes in handy. A lengthy metal head who rides a harley, has long dark hair, and is covered head to toe in tattoos. Every gals bad boy fantasy. There's a good reason and it’s not just because he's very skilled. He knows how to handle a woman outside of taking care of her in bed.

Eddie stood a few feet away from your spot at the bar. He signaled over the guy working with Anna at the bar. He greeted Eddie and pulled out a bottle of cheap rum and began to pour his drink. Once he finished, he slid the drink to the gigolo and walked off to a patron giving Anna a tough time.

“Tough night, Eds?” You questioned

“I guess you could say that. Didn’t even get to fuck the last chick, she just cried about her husband”

“Sounds rough.. Hey question”

He turned his head towards you and cocked his eyebrow, ushering you to ask your question. He took a sip of his drink and took a quick glance around the club. You did the same and brought your voice down to a whisper

“You still selling weed? I know since you started here you stopped dealing but-”

“Yes I still sell weed, just weed though. The harder shit I got from Tommie”

“Well, do you think I can cop some? My dealer recently got booked so i’ve been surviving just on clips”

“Yea that’s cool. You still don’t got a ride home?”

You chewed your lip at his question. You hated talking about your living situation outside of the club. You hated when people paid attention to your life enough for them to be able to ask questions. Being asked questions meant having to give answers.

“Um.. yea. But I just take the bus home, no ones really on there at night”

“Shit Y/N.. That's not safe for a girl like”

He moved closer to you until he was only a few inches away. He took a swig of his drink, finishing it off; then looked you in your eyes. You can see concern paint his face and it runs a chill down your body. He sets the drink down and watches as his bartender friend came and scooped it up. He turned back to you and huffed.

‘“Okay, how about I take you to my place and we smoke a joint.. I’ll take you home afterwards”

“Eddie.. I’ll come over in the morning to pick up the weed. I’m just fine taking the bus” You protested

He let out a low chuckle and looked down at his feet and shook his head. He looked back up at you and chewed at his cheek.

“God, you're so stubborn. I’m not taking no for an answer. When does your shift end?”

“It ended as soon as I hopped off that stage. I just need to get changed and grab my stuff”

“Alright, I’ll see you in 10?”

You nodded and strolled your way to the locker room. As you entered the busier part of the club, a hand brushed against your lower back. An assuming grin pasted onto your face and you turned around. Your smile faded when you found a man in his early fifties behind you. He had a creepy shit eating grin that made your stomach turn. You gave him a scolding look and pushed his hands away.

“What's wrong, sweetheart?” The creep questioned

“We have a no touching rule here. Hands off the merchandise!”

“Come on.. Let me show you what these hands could do, beautiful” He pushed

He wrapped his arm around the back of you and gripped your side. He harshly pulled you into his chest, causing you to stumble over your large platform shoes. He dug his head into the crook of your neck, sniffing and getting the smell of your fading perfume, shampoo, and sweat. He groaned and lifted his head up to your ear.

“$100 and I’ll rock your world” He whispered

His statement made you shudder. You pushed both your palms against his chest and attempted to get out his grip. He held tightly onto you, digging his nails in your side. You hissed in pain and grunted as you used all your strength to get away. The tussle caused a disturbance in the crowd and there was a large amount of attention on you two. You turned your head and watched as the crowd broke in two. The tall long haired boy, you were just speaking to; pushed through the crowd. He reached out and pulled you and the man apart. He quickly scanned you to make sure you didn’t need his immediate attention and turned back to the older man. He gripped onto the man’s shirt with his fists and got into his face. The man's eyes shot open in fear and all color left his face, like he had seen a ghost. On the other hand, Eddie was completely red. It was almost funny how similar he looked to a tomato at that moment.

“Did you not hear the fucking girl?” He shouted loudly, his voice rasping from overuse

“She told you hands off! But you’re too much of a sick bastard to respect that!”

Two bouncers rushed to the center of the club and pulled the two apart. One attempted to cool Eddie down whilst the other dragged the creep out, kicking and screaming like a toddler. Eddie walked over to you. He placed his hands on your forearms and scanned you thoroughly, making sure this guy didn’t leave even a tiny scratch on you. His eyebrows pressed together and formed a mini valley in between them. He let out a sigh of relief and nodded to himself before pulling away.  

“I could’ve handled that myself” You scoffed

“Yeah, sure looked like it. Now go get changed so i can get you home before people get more rowdy”

You narrowed your eyes at him and then rolled them. You quickly turned around and made your way into the locker room. Eddie watched as your figure disappeared into the next room and smiled to himself. The bouncer behind him patted his back, bringing him back to earth.

“Don’t forget what you do for work”

With that statement, his smile faded

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You walked out of the locker room wearing an oversized purple crewneck and a pair of black biker shorts. You swapped your tall pleasers for a pair of scuffed white reeboks and slouchy socks. You sported a medium sized duffle bag over your shoulder. You waved bye to Anna at the bar and Eddie’s friend, who you noticed she had been eyeing. You said your goodbyes to the bouncers and walked out into the parking lot. You spotted Eddie leaned against his bike, smoking a cigarette. As soon as he noticed you coming, he dropped the cig and put it out under his foot. He reached for your hand and assisted you up onto the seat. He grabbed his helmet and passed it over to her. She looked up at him confused.

“Aren’t you gonna need it?”

“Not as much as you”

He took the helmet from your hands and placed it onto your head. He swung his leg over the bike and straddled the seat. He popped the stand and revved the gas. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist. He picked his foot off the ground and the bike began to move. The perk of getting off at this hour was how peaceful the streets were. No one is on the streets. It's just the sounds of the night and the light from the street lamps. It's calming. A big contrast from the club scene. The wind that brushed past you as the bike sped made you feel like you were flying. 

After a bit of a drive, Eddie pulled up into the gravel driveway in front of a trailer. He turned the bike off and popped the stand. He hopped off and turned around towards you. He held you by the sides of your waist and guided you off. You lifted the helmet off of your head and handed it to Eddie. He looked at you and chuckled. You gave him a confused look.

“What’s so funny?” You questioned?

“Your hair” He pointed out

The realization hit you and you quickly rushed to fix it. He laughed quietly as he watched you act frantically. He shook his head and walked to his front door. He wiggled his key in the lock until he heard a click. He opened the door for you and ushered inside of the trailer. As you walked in, you took a glance around the house. You took notice of the hats hung on the walls and the mugs presented on the shelf. You turned back to Eddie who was now locking and closing the door.

“Nice decor you got here”

“It’s not mine.. My uncle’s”

“You live with your uncle?” You questioned

You walked around the living room, looking over the magazines on top of the coffee table. A new edition of Rolling Stones, Guns N’ Roses posed on the front. You sat on the couch in front of the table and flipped through the pages.

“Nope, I gave him the apartment Tommie got for me as a signing bonus”

He leaned against the tv stand as he watched you flip through the pages. You closed the book and pushed it to the side, uncovering an Italian Vogue. You laughed to yourself and cocked an eyebrow. He looked down at what you were looking at and his breath caught in his throat. He tried to speak up but nothing would come out. 

“Never took you for a designer fashion kinda guy” You joked

You brushed over the front cover and flipped to the next page. Eddie watched in horror as if everything was in slow motion. You fully flipped the front and revealed the cover of a Playboy issue. Your mouth gaped open and you stood frozen looking over the page. A blonde woman seductively sipping on a bunny shaped milkshake. Once you snapped back; you quickly closed the magazine and stood up. You cleared your throat and looked up at a red face Eddie.

“Let's go roll up” you said in attempt to change the subject

“Yea.. yea lets do that”

Eddie pushed off the tv stand and led the way to his room. You followed behind, giving space between the both of you. He opened the door to his room and flicked on the lights. Once the room brightened, you could see the copious amounts of posters plastered on the wall. A red warlock guitar was hung in front of his mirror. The rest of the room was decorated with nerd memorabilia. Eddie sat down on his bed and leaned back, kicking his shoes off. He grabbed the rolling tray off his bedside table and placed the weed in the grinder. You slipped off your shoes and placed them at the end of his bed, along with your duffle bag. He passed the tray to you and signaled you to roll the joint. He got up and walked over to a corner in his room containing a few milk crates filled with vinyls. He picked up an album and slipped the disk out the sleeve. He placed it onto the player and hit play. War pigs began to play. You hummed to yourself as you licked the paper and sealed the joint. He sat back down on his mattress and took the joint from your manicured fingers. He placed it between his lips and brought the lighter up to the end, taking small puffs to make sure it was pulling correctly. He took a proper hit and pulled the joint away from his lips. He inhaled deeply and held it for a second, he then puffed it out into the air above him. He handed the blunt back to you.

“I’m sorry about earlier tonight.. James and Allen just seemed to be busy with a group of drunks and-”

“It’s alright Eddie. If anything I should be apologizing for giving you an attitude”

“You were just being independent”

“Yea, but that wasn’t okay. You were just trying to-”

As you spoke, Eddie took the burning joint from between your fingers and took another hit. He then leaned closer to you and blew the smoke straight into your face, shutting you up. You accidently inhaled the cloud and went into a coughing fit. Eddie quickly panicked and grabbed the half drunken water bottle off of one of his bedside tables. He popped off the cap and handed it to you to drink. You chugged the rest of the water in the bottle and took a deep breath. You squinted your eyes at Eddie and threw the bottle at him. He immediately put his arms up to block the hit.

“Hey! I was just helping you!”

“Yea totally trying to help” You jokingly spat back

You got up, went over to Eddie’s music corner and shuffled through the albums till you landed on something familiar. You picked a Metallica album, Ride the lightning. You grabbed the cover of the Black Sabbath album and placed the disk back into the sleeve, then into the bin. You grabbed the other album and slipped the record out and placed it onto the player. Fight fire with fire began to play through the speakers. You smiled to yourself and walked back over to the bed, taking a seat.

“Didn’t take you as a Metallica fan, or even a metal fan for that matter”

“Well, my uncle used to be a huge metalhead.. Plus I had like the biggest crush on Kirk since my sophomore year”

He cocked his head and gave you a little smirk. You laid back onto his pillows and let out a soft yawn. Eddie looks over to the digital alarm clock on his dresser then back at you.

“It’s pretty late.. If you’d like, you could borrow some clothes and stay the night”

“No it’s alright, I don’t wanna run you out of a bed”

“Are you sure? I’m just fine on the couch, it doubles as a pull out”

“Look at you being all chivalrous.. But i’m just fine going home”

“Alright, i’m gonna quickly shower then i’ll drive you home”

You give him a quick nod and watch him roam around his room, grabbing clothes. He walks out of the room and into his bathroom, which was maybe like 6 feet away. You hear the shower turn on and the curtain open. Another yawn hits you and your eyelids slowly shut. Once your vision was dark, a wave of tiredness slept over; knocking you out cold.

Eddie finished his shower and quickly got dressed, making sure he didn’t have you waiting too long. He walked out the bathroom and down the short distance of the hallway, into his room. He opened his mouth, ready to say something; until he noticed your sleeping body in his bed. He smiled to himself. He grabbed the blanket on his bed and draped it over you. He reached over you and grabbed a pillow. He went to the hallway closet next to his door and pulled a blanket from the shelf.

“Night, hun”

He grabbed his stuff and settled on the couch in the living room.

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The sunlight beamed from behind a slit in a set of blackout curtains. You groan and try to shield your eyes from the sudden brightness. You sit up and blink until your vision is no longer blurry. You scan the room, not recognizing it whatsoever. You get up from the bed and make your way down the hallway and into the rest of the house. As you walked into the kitchen, the smell of bacon entered your senses. You rubbed your eyes and looked over towards the stove, finding the tall long haired boy slaving away. The memories from last night came back to you and you felt less confused.

“Morning Eds”

“Morning sleeping beauty!”

He turned around with a plate of bacon and another plate with scrambled eggs. He placed them down onto the small two person table and turned back around to grab the plate of toast. You pulled out the chair closest to you and sat down. Eddie passed you a fork and an extra plate.

“Apple or orange juice?”

“Orange for sure”

He grabbed two cups out of his cabinet and the juice out of the fridge. He filled up both glasses and placed them on the table. He grabbed himself a plate and utensils and sat down across from you. He took his fork and served himself some eggs.

“Help yourself.. I won’t be able to eat all this myself”

You crack a smile and serve yourself some food. Eddie scarfs down his plate like he hasn’t eaten in days. He grabs his dishes and places them in the sink. He leans against the kitchen counter and waits for you to finish eating while he sips his juice. You finish up and get up to put your dishes in the sink. Eddie quickly snatched them away from you and put them in the sink to scrub.

“No lady should wash her own dishes”

“Drop the gentleman act” You joke

He shrugs his shoulders and turns around, running the sink faucet. He turns his head to look at you while he cleans the dishes. You lean against the counter, arms crossed; watching Eddie do chores.

“Go get ready so I can drop you off at home”

“Yea sure.. Wait, what time is it?”

“Like 11:40, why?”

“Shit, I got a meeting with Tommie at 12:15”

“I gotta go to the club anyways; need to pick up my pay and get my jobs for the day”

You nod at him and head back to his room to fix up your hair and makeup. Once you finish up, you take advantage of Eddie’s busyness to take a look around. You pace around his room and admire his posters and his mini elf and wizard figurines. As you look at the Dungeons & Dragons memorabilia, you notice a photo hanging up on his mirror. You grab it and take a closer look. It was the class of 86’. You scan the picture and find you, a few people away; you find Eddie. A sense of nostalgia waves over you. Your attention is pulled away by a knock on the door frame. Eddie stood there drying his hands off with a kitchen towel. He swung the towel onto his shoulder and walked over to your place by the dresser.

“Whatcha looking at?

“Our class photo”

“Took me 6 years to get, my second most prized possession”

“What do you think baby Eddie would think about your life now?”

“He’d probably just be thankful he’s finally getting laid”

You laughed and placed the picture back on the mirror. You walked back over to the bed and sat down to slip on your shoes. You opened your bag and looked through it to find a pair of earrings.

“What about you? What would baby Y/N think?

You took a second to consider the question, chewing at your lip.

“Um.. mind if I don't answer?”

“Yea.. Yea that’s completely fine”

Eddie scratched the back of his head, obviously worried and feeling regretful. He grabbed his van keys and a pack of cigarettes off his nightstand. He grabs his leather jacket from the hook on the back of his door and slipped it on. He looked over at you and watched as you picked up your bag and laid it over your shoulder. You stood up off the bed and followed Eddie out the house. He clicked the car remote and opened the doors. He ran up to the car from behind you and opened the passenger door. He jokingly bowed as you hopped in the vehicle. He shut the door and walked over to the other side, entering the car. He slipped his keys into the ignition and started the car. He looked over at you to make sure you were settled before pulling out of the driveway. He turned on the stereo, an Iron maiden tape loaded in the deck. He nodded to the tune.

“Hey, open the glove compartment and pick a tape.. I trust your judgment”

You nod and pop open the glove department and a load of tapes fall out onto your lap. You chuckle at the amount of music he owns. You search through the copious amounts of cassettes and settle on two options, AC/DC and Slayer.

“Pick one, Back in Black or Reign in Blood”

“Reign in Blood, for sure”

You press the eject button on the stereo and pull out the previous tape, then replacing it with the new one. Angel of death blares through the speakers, Eddie only cranks up the volume further. You both nod your heads to the song.

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You and Eddie walk into the club together, immediately getting interesting looks from Anna and Eddie’s friend; whose name you learned was Mason. Eddie took your bag from you and wished you good luck with the meeting. As you walk over to Tommie’s office, Anna gives you the ‘I’m watching you’ signal. You shake your head and enter the office. Tommie is leaned against the side of his desk, wearing an expensive looking black suit with a gray tie. He perked up as soon as he noticed you walking in the room. He opens his arms wide, ready for a hug. You happily embrace the man. He pulls away and goes to sit down at the other side of his desk. You pull out the other velvet chair and sit down. 

“How are you doing, My angel?”

“I’m good Tommie!”

“Great great.. Okay now to business”

You lean forward, giving him your full respect and attention

“Recently I've noticed that business has been pretty slow. So I've made some decisions with my partners down in Carmel. We are going to be having an event this Saturday”

“I’m listening..”

“The angels of Sapphire.. Which will only make your nickname more true”

“What’s the catch Tom?”

“You will be our lovely hostess, Our spotlight lady of the night”

“Does that mean I get my own special costume”

“Absolutely and you will only have to dance once that night; Your own big number to close it out”

“You’re a genius, Tom”

“And you’re my star”

The two of you settled the details of the event and agreed to meet another time. You left the office and Eddie stood in the hallway waiting for you. He smirked and patted your shoulder

“Congrats, ‘angel’’

“Shut up..”

“I’m just joshing, but seriously congrats”

“Thanks Eds”

“I’ll come pick you after your shift”

You gave him a thumbs up and a wave. You headed towards the locker room but not before taking one more glance back at Eddie as he entered the office. From a distance, Anna and Mason watched  as the two of you parted ways. They both exchanged a glance and knowing smiles.

“We need to get them together” Anna conspired

“Abso-fucking-lutely” Mason added

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Summary: Sapphire is the go to place for all of Hawkins guilty pleasures. Drugs, liquor, dancers, escorts, you name it they got it. The people are pretty and the sex is good. What happens behind closed doors though; isn’t as sexy.

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Series warnings and tags: use of Y/N, drug use, alcohol consumption, smoking, hard drugs, P in V, fingering, oral sex, dom/sub undertones, manhandling, praise kink, dirty talk, teasing, pet names, coworkers to lovers, angst involving past trauma, mentions of abuse, mentions of sexual trauma, sex work, blackmail, self-deprecation, insecurities, exhibitionism, violence, mentions of weapons and threats with weapons, fluffy ass fluff, no upside down

Pair: Gigolo!Eddie Munson x Fem!Stripper!Reader

⊹ - Contains smut

Chapter 1: Vanity

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4:

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[sluggzillaa]

Hey guys i’ve been searching for a new Eddie series to get into and would love some recommendations!

Here’s a few series i’ve been really into for reference

• Twenty Four Hours by @ghost-proofbaby

• I’m On Fire by @bettyfrommars

• The Munson Experience @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

• The Box Set - The author has deactivated their account and sadly the fic went with it, but if you’ve read it and know anything similar PLEASE SEND

I can’t wait to see what you guys recommend!

also I plan on getting back into writing, school is so overwhelming.