#i was groaning through the trailer by how awful it sounded

[ah-sure-look-sure-listen]

Okay why are you acting like Chris Pratt completely negates every other good thing about the movie?

Cuz it's funny

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Eddie Munson x fem!reader [1.2K]

Written for @carolmunson’s writing challenge. Feel free to join in, you can find the rules here 🧡 everyone say thank you to Carol for taking the time to create something so cute.

“If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem, sweetheart.”

Eddie was grumbling, but it was all affection and barely any real scolding in his voice. It’s why you laughed, a dirty cackle that only came out when you were properly tipsy and you continued your harassment as the boy juggled the his keys and your wobbling frame.

You were still snickering, nuzzling at the boy’s neck, your hands slipping up the inside of his leather jacket and t-shirt. You were bolder after a few drinks, tongue tasting like cranberry and something stronger, tequila shots that Robin brought to the table going down like water and Eddie had declared it was home time when you draped yourself in his lap, glassy eyes on his lips as he tried to talk to Steve.

“You normally - oops - like it, oh fuck, when I touch you,” you bashed your shoulder on the doorframe when Eddie finally managed to coax you inside, your hands still vying for his attention.

Eddie was pink in the cheeks, unused to seeing you like this, the relationship still new, your affection still overwhelming at times. You were a cute drunk, tipsy and hiccuping as you let yourself flop onto his sofa, mumbling something into the cushions. He followed, leather jacket throw on the armchair and he bent, untying your shoes and smiling when you hummed, your toes wiggling in your socks and he pretended to bite at them, snickering when you squeaked.

The trailer was lit by just the streetlights, the rest of the park and the town asleep, quiet in the darkness. Eddie seemed to make the navy shadows a little brighter through, everything about his brash and intimidating exterior melting away to a soft gentleness, just for you.

“C’mon, sit up for me, babe,” Eddie coaxed, pulling at your wrists until he was able to manhandled you into the sofa corner. “M’gonna get you some water and then we’re going to bed, alright?”

“Yessir,” you slurred but the salacious intent was there, all flirt as you tried to wink but one eye simply wouldn’t cooperate.

“You’re jokes, tonight, kid,” Eddie snorted and busied himself in the kitchen, heart overflowing with affection for you, a kind of fondness that clung to the spaces between his ribs and it was times like these he wondered how on earth the town pariah managed to bag a girl like you.

“Here,” he murmured as he walked back over. “We ran out of like, nice cups, is this okay?” Eddie handed you a mug in the shape of some sort of creature.

If you’d been more sober, you would’ve thought it was some sort of demonic Bigfoot, but you were too busy eying at spikes that protruded from the rim of the mug. You glanced back at Eddie warily, accepting his offer with a grimace.

“Watch for the horns,” he whispered when your tooth clinked against one. You groaned, flipping him off as you chugged most of the water, eyes slipping shut and Eddie’s hand found the back of your head before you tipped yourself backwards too much. “Jesus, sweetheart, don’t drown yourself.”

“Sounds like an easier way to go than how m’gonna feel in the morning,” you groaned, already feeling sorry for yourself. The third shot of tequila was a horrible, terrible idea. You vaguely remembered Eddie wincing at you from across the table as you knocked it back. You held the evil Bigfoot mug to your chest and waved him away, almost as dramatic as Eddie himself. “Jus’ leave me here to rot.”

“Aw, don’t be like that,” the boy pouted, hiding his grin behind pursed lips. He was kneeling in front of you again, warm wide hands running the lengths of your thighs and the guitar string callouses on his fingers scratched against your skin just right. “Don’t rot here. S’an awful place to deteriorate. You can rot in bed w’me.”

“Can’t,” you told him mournfully, your empty mug slipping onto the cushions as you let yourself lean forward, face finding Eddie’s neck. He smelled like smoke and spice and the cologne you’d got him for Valentine’s Day. “I’ll be a pile of sludge. Sludge and tequila. So disgusting.”

Eddie snorted, throughly entertained at someone else being dramatic for once. His hands made their way from your legs to your back, slipping nimble fingers inside your T-shirt so he could skate them along your spine. If he hadn’t know any better, he would’ve sworn you purred.

“Hey now, that’s not even close to being true,” he tsked, nudging your head with his until you whined and pulled back, facing him with a pout. He pushed his nose against your own. “My girlfriend is the prettiest pile of sludge.”

It was still new enough that you both got a kick out of him calling you his girlfriend, your body buzzing with a giddy kind of excitement that made your nose crinkle when you beamed at him.

Your forehead touched his, Eddie’s unruly curls brushing your cheeks and his fingers dipped lower, pressing into the dimples on your back and he held you there, fully encouraging whatever it was you were about to do.

Your lips brushed his, a barely there kiss that probably tasted like tequila and cherry liqueur but you were too drunk to care and Eddie really didn’t mind at all.

“You think I’m the prettiest?” You whispered.

“Damn right,” Eddie nodded, his voice laced with stern fondness and he grinned when you smiled even wider. “All the other piles of sludge don’t know what to do with themselves when you’re around.”

It made you laugh, a hiccuping thing that had Eddie kissing at your cheek, the corner of your mouth and the tip of your nose. It was overwhelming, to be doted on like this - your cheeks warm and the alcohol making you softer and sleepier, Eddie’s big hands the only thing keeping you upright.

“You’re so funny,” you mumbled through a yawn, falling forward again to bury yourself into him.

“The funniest,” Eddie agreed mildly, because he was already coaxing you into standing up with him, your socked feet standing on his boots as you swayed. “C’mon, bedtime.”

“You forgot bad day Bigfoot,” you mumbled, pointing back at your empty mug. “He needs to come too.” You lifted the throw pillow that Wayne had once tried to cross-stitch a dirty joke onto, holding it close to your side like some kind of teddy.

One look at your frown told Eddie you weren’t joking, so with raised brows, he grabbed the offending cup and held him in front of you. “He needs to come to bed with us? And the dick pillow?”

An array of different sizes and colours of badly stitched penises glared back at him from under your arm and Eddie raised his brows at you, unsure.

You nodded, already shuffling off into the direction of his bedroom where he knew you’d ransack his drawers for just the right shirt to sleep in. “S’only polite,” you told him.

You couldn’t see Eddie’s responding grin but he filled the mug back up with water before trailing after you. “Alright, but if he starts gettin’ handsy, he’s out.” He caught up with you just as you flopped into his unmade bed, burying your face into the sheets with a hum. “You’re my pile of sludge, remember?”

From beneath Wayne’s pillow, your hand shot out, a thumbs up offered as a sign of agreement and Eddie scoffed as he bit at the digit playfully.

“Fuck yeah, m’your pile of sludge,” was his answer.

[ghoulphile]

okay the daddy thing you said just HNNNNG the way you would never live down the time you accidentally call him daddy. Or him making you repeat after him "Thank you daddy. See darling? Sounds like music don't it?"

shsisidjsjjsjjdffhdhsjjsd he’s taken aback at first bc using daddy non-sexually is a v normal thing in rural communities so when you accidentally whine it when he’s balls deep inside - and he almost cums then and there? well.

you’re so so sorry and embarrassed and vow to never use it again (much to his disappointment). and that just won’t do. cooper is nothing if not determined so he starts slipping it in to casual conversation.

gets you used to how it sounds, enjoying how flustered it gets you - glassy eyes far away as your mind wanders back to the time you moaned it while creaming around his cock.

then he works you up to calling him it, innocently at first. maybe a teasing, “c’mon now. say thank you, daddy,” when you ask him to hand you something and he keeps it out of reach before you do.

you catch on and when you do, oh he’s in for a treat.

you wait until he’s surrounded by friends, coworkers. saunter over and grab his attention with a gentle hand to the arm. when he looks at you, tucking an arm around you, you smile; a soft pretty little thing with a secret tucked in the corners. bat your eyes and meet his gaze from beneath your lashes.

his attention riveted to the ruby of your lips when you say coquettishly, “hey daddy, they need you in your trailer. something about running through new lines, i think?”

his jaw tics, muscles bunching and clenching as his fingers press into the base of your spine, his bicep tensing around your shoulders. he tilts his body towards you, uses your skirt to hide the twitch of his cock from prying eyes.

“ah, well, can’t keep ‘em waiting then, can i? i’ll catch up with you later, gentlemen.”

you’ve barely stepped through the door before he’s shoving you against the table, his hands two hot brands on your hips and his mouth greedy against yours. traces his tongue along the inner seam of your lips, licks over the back of your teeth before drawing back with a low groan.

his thumb wicks away a smear of lipstick, his eyes, hooded and dark, devouring. “now, that wasn’t very nice was it, sweetheart?”

“i’m awful sorry.” you hum, arms hooking over his shoulders. your fingers twirl around the short hairs at his nape, his frame shuddering against you. “what can i do to make it up to you… daddy?”

“fuck,” he groans, kisses a path down the slope of your neck and scrapes his teeth along your fluttering pulse point, “open up those thighs and keep calling me that.”

[loveinhawkins]

Reframing the “Steve nearly fainting because of the bat bites” scene so he stumbles into Eddie instead:

“Jesus, Harrington, you good?” Eddie says in alarm.

The gasping breaths coming from Steve don’t sound healthy in the slightest.

“Oh, sh—I’m fine, fine,” Steve gets out through the ringing in his ears. He tries to straighten up, but it just makes him sway again.

“Okay, okay, easy,” Eddie says quickly. “Just—sit down before you… woah, all right, there you—”

Distantly, Eddie can hear Nancy and Robin tearing up cloth for bandages, but his eyes remain fixed on Steve—and maybe if it was any other kind of situation, his brain would be fixed on Steve Harrington is shirtless in front of me, but right now Steve is lifting up his hand from his side with an awful wet sound, and—

“Oh, Christ,” Eddie hisses, feels himself pale.

Steve somehow manages an exhausted smirk. “Hey, if you’re gonna throw up, don’t do it all over the hole in my stomach, dude.”

Robin laughs, high-pitched. “Yeah, vomit wouldn’t cure the potential rabies.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, aim for Robin’s hair.”

Eddie can’t find it in him to joke back, just watches the sluggish flow of blood from the wounds, the fucking bite marks, where the flesh was—

Okay, maybe he needs to sit down.

Nancy eventually takes pity on him, darting in front to wrap make-shift bandages with a tight precision that both impresses and frightens Eddie in equal measure.

And yeah, he is squeamish about blood, sue him, but he forces himself to watch, sees the way Steve bites back groans, how he stands afterwards like it was nothing.

And maybe this is the moment where it all finally clicks—Eddie seeing a montage of Dustin singing Steve’s praises in his mind’s eye, thinking oh, I get it now.

But it’s a grim kind of realisation. This is more than understanding that a kid’s hero worship was justified.

When they bike to the trailer, Eddie watches as Steve’s arm occasionally curls around his middle. Sees the bandages dampen with sweat, making the dried blood almost look like it’s flowing again.

This is how far he’ll go, Eddie realises. Take a hit then I’m fine. Rinse, repeat. And it’s too close, too fucking close for comfort. It can’t happen again.

Well. If there’s a next time, Eddie swears to himself, then he’ll just need to be faster than Steve Harrington.

[estrellami-1]

Okay my love I’m sending you a sad and pathetic prompt and then a cutesy fluff prompt (I thought about just sending you the cute one, I feel like all I’m doing these last few days is feeling awful and not being very productive or fun to be around and I think I was just wallowing when I wrote that comment so absolutely feel free disregard this one if you want) this is the sad one, I was thinking more hurt/comfort vibes:

This is just basically self insert except it’s not me I’m inserting it’s my situation lol, one of their relatives passes away (not Wayne) and on top of that they have to find homes for their loved ones pets that they loved the most of anything in the world when everyone is just telling them to euthanize or that everywhere is full and they’re four states and 16 hours away from the pets so it’s not like they can go pick them up easily if at all, which causes them to get sick/throw up a ton from the sadness and anxiety about the situation - enter the other who takes care of them to make sure they don’t worry themselves to death (if anyone wants to come take care of me and maybe just give me about 3000 hugs a day we could make this a live action roleplay situation lol🥺)

(Sorry this is just me complaining pretty much, the other prompt will be cuter)

Oh my love, you’re allowed to feel bad and wallow. I’m so sorry this happened/is happening!! I can’t give you any real hugs but I’ll give you ALL the virtual hugs I can ❤️

When the World Ends - Part 1

Steve’s voice is trembling when he finally makes the call to Eddie. “Hey,” he manages, letting out a pathetic, airy laugh at how badly his voice shakes on that one word. “Um. Can. Can you come over?”

Eddie’s amazing, so he says, “I’ll be there in ten,” and he is. As soon as Steve opens the door, he murmurs, “What’s wrong?”

Steve bites his lip, invites Eddie in. “Y’know how I never mention my parents?” Eddie hums. “But I always leave in the spring for a couple weeks?”

Eddie nods. “Your grandparents, right?”

Steve nods. Bites his lip again, looks up at the ceiling, trying not to cry. “Um.” He sniffs. “My grandpa passed today.”

“Oh, Stevie,” Eddie murmurs, reaching for him until Steve shakes his head sharply. “What can I do?”

Steve huffs. “What can anyone do?” He wipes his face and begins to pace. “My grandma’s too old to stay on her own now, let alone with all the animals they’ve got, and of course it’s not like her own son would help, not when he could be in Cabo instead, finding new ways to cheat on my mom with his secretary or assistant or her secretary or who the fuck knows. And I want to help but I can’t leave Hawkins, not when everyone else is still here, and there’s still a chance, but it feels so selfish not to go when she needs me-”

“Steve,” Eddie interrupts softly, hands up between them. “Take a breath, man, it’ll be okay. I know you love your grandparents but this isn’t all on you, okay?”

Steve slumps back into the couch like a puppet whose strings have been cut. Says, barely above a whisper, “I’ve got animals out there.”

Eddie hums softly. “What did you say?”

“Animals. Pets. I can’t have them here so my grandparents have ‘em. I’ve got a dog and chickens and a horse and what ‘m I gonna do with them?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Eddie promises him.

Steve groans and stands up again, beginning to pace again. “They’re four states away, Eddie! I don’t have a horse trailer, I dunno anyone in Hawkins who has chickens so I dunno if that’s even allowed, and I can’t bring my dog here!” He runs a hand through his hair, grimacing. “I guess the horse could go back to the neighbor, but they gave her to me for a reason, and I dunno what’s gonna happen to the chickens, and imma have to give the dog away, too, and get my grandma somewhere she can be taken care of, and fuck, there’s still the house-” he chokes on an inhale and a sob, standing still for a moment before he dashes through the house.

Eddie watches, wide-eyed, and follows when the sound of retching reaches his ears. “Oh, Stevie,” he murmurs, dropping to his knees beside him, hand hovering over his back. “Can I touch you? Rub your back?” Between gasping breaths, Steve nods, so Eddie puts a gentle hand on his back, rubbing up and down. “You’re gonna be okay,” he murmurs. “I know how scary this all seems right now, but you’re the strongest person I know, ‘sides Wayne, and you’ve got people who care about you and who’re gonna be here for you very step of the way, okay?”

The puppeteer cuts the strings once again, and Steve sags sideways into Eddie, trying to regulate his breathing, still quietly choking on his sobs. “Want me to call Birdie?” Eddie asks quietly, moving his hand to wrap his arm around Steve’s shoulders.

Steve shakes his head. Says, between breaths, “She’d panic.”

Eddie hums. “And you wanna be okay for her when she panics.” Steve nods. “Okay, I get that. I’m glad you called me.”

Steve sniffles. Eddie hands him some toilet paper. Says, after he’s blown his nose, “Feels like the world’s ending.”

Eddie thrown back into a memory from months ago. “If the world ends again, you know where I am,” he’d said. He hadn’t been sure, at the time, if Steve would call him. But they stayed friends, to the point where Steve calling him wasn’t quite the rarity it used to be, and Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever felt so honored.

“And you called me,” he murmurs, back in the present day, knees sore from the bathroom tile. He knows they’re going to pop like an old man’s when he stands. He decides not to worry about that right now.

Steve nods. “Knew you’d come.”

“And I did,” Eddie nods. Rubs his hand up and down Steve’s arm. “How’re you feeling?”

Steve sniffs again. “Like shit.”

Eddie lets out a soft chuckle. “I probably should’ve guessed. Ready to get up? Or wanna stay here for a minute?”

“Wanna stay here forever,” he says, but shifts to get up.

He stumbles a little when he stands, hissing. Eddie steadies him. “Legs’re asleep.”

“That’s okay, Stevie, I’ve gotcha. Come rinse your mouth out, m’kay? We’re going back to bed. I’m gonna make a few calls, okay?”

Steve won’t look at him in the mirror. “Gonna leave?”

“Not unless you want me to,” Eddie swears. Steve meets his eyes for a brief second. Shakes his head. “Then I’ll stay until you get sick of me.”

Steve manages a shaky smile. “Not possible.”

Eddie sighs contentedly. “Rinse your mouth out,” he gently reminds him. “Let’s get you up to bed.”

When Steve’s in bed, Eddie turns to leave, then turns back just as quickly when Steve grabs his hand. “You’re not leaving?”

Eddie squeezes his hand. “Not leaving. Just gonna make a quick call.”

“Okay,” Steve whispers, but his breathing picks up again, and Eddie changes his mind.

He bullies his way under the covers next to Steve, pulling him in until his face is tucked into Eddie’s neck and Eddie can rub his back. The call can wait until Steve’s asleep, so he can get back before Steve wakes up.

Steve’s world is ending. That’s every bit as important as the world itself ending. So Eddie resigns himself to stand guard over Steve’s dreams, keeping them happy as best he can.

I hope y’all liked this! The fic tag is the name (“#whentheworldends”) and my writing tag is “#starambles”. Remember I’m NOT doing a taglist for these, so subscribe to either to see where this goes next! Send me an ask with the next thing you want to happen in this fic!

[sparkypantaloons]

The Price

It's a routine night for Red Hood. Stopping traffickers and rescuing victims and the like. But when he thinks he spots his Mom, things begin to spiral. He's never really known how to deal with his grief.

~~

Jason’s helmet has been damaged. Rain is seeping in. A cold, steady trail, that runs behind his left ear, and down under his armour. Steam still rises from the muzzle of his gun.

Home, Robin. You’ll catch a chill.

He steps over the groaning bodies. Doesn’t give them a second look as he unlocks the back of the eighteen-wheeler. Inside is as he expected. Dozens and dozens of women. Maybe even a hundred. Shivering and cold and hungry.

“It’s okay.” He says. And the voice modulator in his broken helmet garbles the sound. Drags out his words like they’re dying. “You’re okay.”

He begins to help the women down from the truck. He can hear the police sirens on their way, along with the ambulances and specialist support workers he told Oracle to call for. It’s not clear how long some of these women have been held and without the proper care, they’re vulnerable to being trafficked again almost immediately. Gotham in the rain is no kind of freedom.

As the emergency services arrive he steps back, retreats to the shadows to watch from a distance. He’s taken care of the easy part, the violence. Now the real work begins; the healing and coping and living. It’s not exactly his area of expertise.

His hair is soaked. Sticks uncomfortably to his scalp beneath his helmet. He suppresses a shudder. Thinks about how much he’d like a cigarette.

Coat on my little bear, you need to stay warm.

The women continue to emerge from the trailer. Tall and short and fat and thin, black and white and brown. Old and young and in between the two.

He’s fumbling in his pockets for a lighter when he sees her. She steps down from the truck with weak legs. Her hair limp, her skin almost translucent. “Mom?” The word escapes before he realises, drags out into a moan through the damaged modulator. He pulls the Hood from his head as he begins to move. “Mom?” He calls, more urgently now as the woman disappears into the throng of people. The word feels foreign in his mouth, awkward and unfamiliar. When was the last time he used it? “Mom!” He calls again, pushing through police and paramedics and women. So many women, where has she gone? What is she doing here, how is she even alive, where has she been this whole ti—

“Mom!” He towers over her, but he’s never felt so small, so desperate. “Mom, it’s me, it’s Ja—”

The woman turns to face him. She’s frail, it’s true. Blonde and weak and pale. But she’s not his mother. She looks up at him with blank eyes. Pupils dilated beyond sight with the drugs.

Jason recoils on instinct. “I’m— sorry.” He mumbles. “Sorry I thought you were—” His throat burns, his vision blurs and he turns. Runs. Tries to ignore the awful stone of confusion and hurt and shame in his chest. The way it presses on his lungs, makes it hard to breathe.

Don’t cry little bear. Mommy's here now.

Of course it wasn’t his Mom. It couldn’t be. She’s been dead for years. Over a decade. It could never have been her. He should have known...

~

He doesn’t remember making it home. Wakes up in his bed the next morning and can’t bring himself to figure out how. The grief is all consuming. A weight in his blood, forcing its way round his body, until he’s too heavy with sadness to move. He makes it to the couch, but not any further. Sinks into the cushions as the daylight moves around him; until the shadows grow into one and night falls again.

He doesn’t patrol that evening. Doesn’t respond to Oracle’s hails for support over in Chinatown either. Eventually he makes it back to his bed. Sleeps.

~

He wakes the next day angry. Annoyed with himself for being so self-pitying. His mom’s been dead for years, no need to get all pathetic about it. He forces himself into a cold shower, tries to shock the sadness away. Then heads into the night, adrenaline burning in his veins.

It’s raining again, and his punches land heavy, bone cracking beneath his fists and his boots and his hurt. He rages across the city, inserting himself into every fight he can find, desperate to exhaust himself out of his misery.

It doesn’t work. Not even when he squares up to Orphan and tries to taunt her into fighting him. She clicks her tongue, ignores his jeers about Bruce and killing and calling herself fucking Orphan when both her parents are alive.

“You are sad.” She says, monotone. And Jason can’t tell which way she means it. Has never been able to tell, frankly, and if she won’t fight him then he doesn’t care to. He drops from the roof with a hissed insult in her direction, and swings back into the fray.

Maybe he can get Bruce to fight him, he thinks. Except Batman isn’t out tonight. Benched by Alfred for a twisted back.

He gives it up as a bad night, and heads home to his apartment, instead. Takes himself to bed before the burning behind his eyes gets the better of him.

~

Jason sleeps in fits and starts. Dreams of Cass as the driver of the truck and of finding only Sheila inside the trailer; of being eleven again and Bruce and Catherine kicking him out of the Manor. He wakes to a wet face and a sore throat and a horrible pit of loneliness in his stomach.

“Fuck this.” He mutters to the quiet, dragging himself from his bed and getting dressed. If he leaves now, he can make it to the Manor before Robin gets back from patrol. A fight with Bruce always makes him feel better… He won’t feel like this anymore, anyway.

He gets to the old stone mansion around 3am. He thinks about heading in through the Cave, but it isn’t Batman he wants to fight, it’s Bruce. He decides to scale the trellis outside his old window instead. Maybe he’ll stomp mud through the stupid shrine Bruce has in there for good measure. That always winds the old man up.

He lands with an unceremonious thump. Makes no effort to minimise the racket he makes as he slams the window closed in its frame behind him. His old posters are still on the wall, fading now in the light of so many years. Wonder Woman smiles down at him from one, Denzel Washington glares from another. Bruce must have superglued them to the wall for them to still be up after all this time.

His books still sit on the shelves around the room, and on his desk is his unfinished science homework. Something about xylem and phloem and osmosis. The bed is still made, a faded pair of pyjamas on the pillow and a copy of Nicholas Nickleby is on the nightstand. Beside it, a framed photo of Catherine and a four year old Jason.

“Oh.” He says stupidly to the empty room. He had forgotten that was here.

Suddenly his eyes are burning again, his throat too tight to swallow. He sits heavily on the bed, holds the picture in his hands.

“Jason?”

It’s Bruce, obviously. Jason doesn’t look at him, too busy trying to see the photo of his mom through the blurring in his eyes.

“Oh, Jay.” Bruce says sadly.

The mattress dips beside Jason and a warm hand rests on his shoulder. All of the fights seeps out of him. “I thought I saw her the other day,” He says. His voice is barely a whisper, creaking into the air through the tightness in his throat.

“I’m sorry,” Bruce says. “That’s always tough.”

“Does it happen to you, too?” Jason asks, wiping at his eyes.

“Less and less.” Bruce says. “Sometimes I worry I don’t really remember what they look like anymore. Even with the photos.”

“I don’t have any photos,” Jason doesn’t realise it’s true until the words have fallen from his mouth. They leave a bitter taste on his tongue. “I don’t think I’ve really even thought about her since I’ve been… since I’ve been back.”

“Oh chum,” Bruce says softly, and Jason feels eleven all over again. Broken with grief and loneliness and loss. “You should have said.” Bruce stands slowly, the pain in his back telegraphed in his movements. He shuffles over to one of the bookshelves, pulls down a box that sits on the top shelf. He hands it to Jason.

“What’s this?” Jason asks.

Bruce shifts awkwardly. “I have a programme that searches for pictures of you kids and your families.” He says. “As more records are digitised, it collects them. Most of it is old school photos, or the occasional local paper. It’s partly for me.” He mumbles. “I have so few pictures of you all when you were little.” A pause. “But it’s for you as well. Memories of your childhoods…” He trails off.

Jason opens the box and his own smiling face looks up at him from inside. There are photos of him from kindergarten and elementary school. Pictures from theme parks in the summer and visits to Santa’s Grotto at Christmas. Catherine is in there too. Next to a seven year old Jason on the tea cups and a five year old him at the zoo. There are even some photos of just her. One from her university pass when she had been studying to be a teacher, and one from her drivers license. Her and some girlfriends at the top of the Empire State Building. Photos Jason has never seen before, that he didn’t even know existed.

He stares at her, the beautiful woman she was, before the drugs wasted her away. His throat gets tight again. He turns to Bruce.

“Do you think she’d like me?” He asks, his voice small.

For once, Bruce seems to know the right thing to say. “Oh, darling.” He presses a kiss to Jason’s curls. “She’d adore you.”

[goldenempyrean]

Request for Lizzie x Reader where they are shooting a scene together for a movie and Lizzie is sick but doesn't want to admit it. With maybe: "Goodness, you look like your about to pass Out!" "Aw sweetie, your nose is all runny.". Thank you:)

Irresponsible? Yes. Stupid? No.

I’ve had the req for so long. Im glad I finally got round to doing it :D theres bound to be grammar mistakes in this but anyways enjoy ;)

Summary: Your wife is sick at work and refuses to go and rest. And so you’d been called down to set to convince her otherwise.

Wordcount:1366

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The loud sudden sound of a phone rang out and echoed through your trailer, slowly pulling you from your relaxed slumber. Reluctant to move at first, you annoyed groan at haven been woken up. The ringing stopped a moment later, letting silence fall back across the trailer, you shrugged and turned back over, praying that you’d be able to fall back to sleep.

Only a second later your phone rang again. This time you launched yourself up from the bed, sending your duvet flying off and with a loud huff you went off to search for your phone, mentally cursing whoever was on the other end.

Picking it up, you saw the caller ID was that of your director. You groaned, today was your day off which meant you no scenes to shoot that day, meaning there was no reason why he’d need to ring you, “Yes?” You answered with clear grumpiness.

“Hey Y/N. Sorry to call on your day off but it’s important.” You director spoke, his voice was evidently concerned, “We need you to come pick Lizzie up from Set B”

Your previous annoyed attitude slipped away at the mention of your wife, “Why? Whats going on?”

“Well, the thing is,” He paused, almost as if he had needed to watch his words, “Nevermind. Just- You’ll understand when you get here.”

What the hell was that supposed to mean? You rolled your eyes and walked back to the bedroom to change clothes, throwing on a clean pair of joggers and a tshirt. Before making your way out of the trailer and towards Set B.

On the way there you couldn’t help but wonder what the problem was and why it involved your wife. You’d both been living in the on-set trailer for about 2 months now as you filmed for the newest horror movie by Blumhouse productions and in your opinion everything had been going pretty well so far.

It didn’t take you long to wall down to the main building for Set B. You approached the door and pushed it open, letting yourself in. As you walked inside you could see both your director and Lizzie having a conversation , a conversation which neither party seemed to be enjoying.

As you got closer you heard the sound of your director’s voice, “Come on, stop being silly now, you’re only going to make it worst.” He sighed as he noticed your arrival, pointing up towards you, “Maybe you’ll listen to your wife instead.”

“Listen to me about wh-“ You began but stopped as your eyes rested on Lizzie, she looked absolutely awful, “Lizzie! Whats wrong?” You were at her side in a instant.

“Nothings wrong, I’ve said so about a hundred times.” Her voice was riddled with thick congestion, enough to make you cringe at the thought of how much discomfort she much have been in to have sounded like that.

“Oh no sweetie.” You sighed, realising why your director had called you here. Lizzie could be stubborn at the best of times but she had a tendency to get really uptight when she wasn’t feeling great.

Lizzie turned to cough and your mind began to race. How hadn’t you noticed earlier? You chided yourself for not realising anything that morning. Was she even sick that morning? What. Of course she was, nobody gets this sick this fast. You had lost yourself in your own manic thoughts, so much so that you hadn’t even noticed that Lizzie gave an irritated exhale as she began to walk away, stumbling slightly as she did.

“Goodness sweetie! You look your about to pass out.” You called after her as you came back to the present movement. Your arm coming support her tightly just above her waist.

“Don’t-“ She tried to pull away, “I nee- to- hH’iishhoo! HH’iiishiew! Hh-Hh’iptshhh!”

You could feel the force of her sneezes as she bent forwards, her hear ducked so tightly within her elbow, her whole body shook with the pressure of each one being released.

“Bless you” You said, feeling her try to pull away from your supportive hold.

“You don’t need to bless me, Im perfectly fine.” She lied, bringing her sleeve as she pressed it to her running nose.

“Lizzie you need to take the day off.” Your director said sternly, having watched the whole thing unfold.

“What I need is to finish doing my job. We’re gonna fall behi- Hh’tshhh! -Behind otherwise.” She argued back, turning to look back at him with her glassed-over eyes as she swayed woozily in place.

“No no baby.” You sighed, moving over towards her, “You’re ill.”

You saw Lizzie’s face drop further as you spoke, “I cant be sick. Im not!” She spoke bitterly, small tears ran down her cheeks as she sniffled into her sleeve.

“Baby, come here.” Your voice was soothing as you brought your hand up, wiping the tears from her cheeks before pulling her into a hug, whispering, “You’re okay. Its okay.”

You felt her let out another 2 sneezes, stifled hard against your shoulder and as she pulled away you couldn’t felt but notice just how fatigued she looked, she really did need to be in bed.

“Please, just let me finish filming for this scene, we really will fall behind otherwise.” She argued weakly, her voice becoming small as it took on an even hoarser tone.

You sighed, re-wrapping your arm into its prior position, “Everything will be okay. You’re sick Lizzie, its not your fault. You just need to come back to the trailer and climb back into bed.”

Your director gave you a nod as you began to slowly walk her towards the exit. You heard Lizzie begin to sniffle again as she stopped, letting her fall down ontop of your chest.

“But I’ve wasted everyones time otherwise! I cant be sick. I cant.” You could feel tears begin to drip down against the fabric of your shirt. It wasn’t a total surprise, whenever she’d get a fever she would usually get emotional and weepy.

Though you knew it was due to her temperature you still couldn’t stop yourself from feeling horrible, “No baby. No.” You shushed her, pulling her into a tight hug, her hand at the back of her head, “Nobody is going to be mad about anything. Its natural to get ill, nobody is holding that against you.”

It took 5 minutes of comfort for Lizzie to give a slight nod against you, pulling back to reveal her puffy eyes and running nose.

“Aw, sweetie, your nose is all runny.” You said, causing her to rub her sleeve against her nose, “Lets go.”

You led her to the exit, noting the shiver which ran through her body as she stepped out into the cool air, “Its not far now. Just a little longer then you can get warm.”

“Im sorry.” Lizzie sighed a moment later as she shivered, “I wanted to stay but that was so stupid, wasn’t it? God Im not even thinking straight!” My whole body is freezing but it feels like my heads on fire.”

You shook your head, “ It may have been irresponsible but you were never stupid. You wanted to work, that isn’t stupid but theres a time and a place for that. Being sick means you need to rest. Now, when we get inside I want you to lie down, how does that sound?”

Lizzie sighed and nodded in agreement, “I really don’t feel well…”

“I know sweetie, I know. You’re likely running a fever too.” You paused to press the back of your palm and wrist against her forehead, the heat instantly confirming your suspicions. Lizzie gave a small noise of relief at the feeling of your cool hand, so you decided to hold it there for a moment longer only Lizzie had suddenly pushed you away a second later.

“Hh’itshhhiew!”

“Bless you-“

“HHii’TSSHHIEW!” Hh-HeP’TSHH!”

“Oh honey bless you again, there’s tissues in the trailer.”

“Thank you.” Lizzie mumbled as she came closer to you, her hand coming to clutch yours. You weren’t far from your trailer now.

“Its okay, you don’t need to thank me for anything.”

Lizzie gave you a weak smile, pressing a small quick kiss on your cheek, “But Im going to anyway.”

[steveharringtons-lover]

Turn off your Walkie!!

Steve Harrington x Female Reader (she/her)

summary: You and Steve are supposed to be meeting everyone at Eddie’s trailer but you get a little caught up. Shame you forgot about the walkie.

warning: sex, course language, sexual references, teasing. (Not edited, because I cannot.)

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“Steve!” You saying warning playfully slapping his arm. “Stop being such a horny bastard all the time!”

Steve put his hand over his heart dramatically pretending to be heartbroken.

“How dare you say such rude things to me!” Steve said sarcastically, moving towards you be pushed you down onto your bed.

“Steve! We have to be at Eddie’s in like- 10 minutes ago!” You say looking at your watch then back over to Steve who’s practically on top of you.

“Just one kiss!” Steve says hovering his face over your getting closer and closer by the second desperately waiting for you to reply.

“Fine! Just one kiss!” You say to him, you know it’s not just going to be one kiss. But you’ve decided to tell yourself otherwise.

The grin on Steve’s face made your heart twist in all the right ways, god you were down so bad.

Steve gently pressed his lips against yours cupping the side of your face as he kissed you.

He pulled away from you, the two of you blushing.

“Fine maybe one more kiss.” You say wondering when you got so weak.

This time Steve knows he’s got you.

Steve's hands are on your waist, pulling your body against his as his lips crash against yours. Your hands are snaking up into his hair.

Steves hand is running up and down underneath your shirt, you can feel him growing hard against your thigh.

His hand slips underneath your bra cupping your breast with his hand, you moan into his mouth.

Steve turns his head to the side taking the opportunity to deepen the kiss and press himself into you.

You can feel his erection through his jeans, you lift your leg gently rubbing against him.

“Fuck, I don’t think we’re going to make it on-“ Steve begins to say before he’s cut off by the sound of that god awful walkie talkie the kids insist he has on at all times.

“Harrington! I know your with y/n! You two were supposed to be at the trailer like 15 minutes ago!” The sound of Eddie Munsons voice could be over heard over the walkie.

“So you two better get your asses over here!” You can hear Robin yell through the walkie. “You know that the kids have a curfew.

Steve groans in annoyance reaching over to the walkie desperately trying to get it to shut up.

“We’re going to be there in fifteen!” Steve yells into walkie sounding extremely annoyed. He throws the walkie down into a pile of dirty laundry.

“Fifteen minutes? It’s a five minute drive to Eddie’s if you sped a bit. We’ve only got a 10 minutes!” You say as Steve pulls you into his lap.

“That’s alright I only need five.” Steve says with a cockily smile on his face before crashing his lips onto yours again.

Meanwhile at Eddie’s Trailer..

“God is it even possible for those two to ever be on time!” Max says rolling her eyes and sitting back down onto the couch.

“Can’t they just get ready earlier? It’s not like it’s 6 in the god dam morning!” Dustin says to the group.

Eddie and Robin can only look at each other and try not to laugh, knowing full well what’s going on.

Everyone sat on the couch patiently waiting for the couple to arrive.

“What’s that sound?” Lucas asks confused, the sound of static and crying noise could quietly be heard.

“I think it’s the walkie.” Mike said picking it up and turning up the volume for the group to hear.

The soft sound of moaning and something a rhythmic banging noise was playing over the walkie talkie.

‘Oh Steve!’ Your voice could be heard moaning over the walkie, the kids in the group all looked at each other confused.

“Are they fighting??” Will asked concerned looking over to Robin and Eddie.

“They sound like they’re fighting.” El chimes in.

‘Oh Steve!’ Your voice could be heard saying again.

“Oh my god!” Robin says quickly grabbing the walkie away from the kids looking over to Eddie.

“Oh my god!” Eddie says before snatching the walkie from Robin.

“Steve! y/n!” We can hear you!” Eddie yells through the walkie. “TURN OFF YOUR WALKIE!”

“Steve did you hear that?” You say quickly sitting up in bed and pushing Steve away from you.

“Hear what?” Steve says disappointed at the loss of contact. “Is that Eddie?”

You look around the room to try find the source of the sound, your heart drops.

The walkie. “Oh my god Steve the walkie!” You say holding it up eyes wide.

“TURN OFF YOUR WALKIE!” You hear Eddie yell from the other end.

“Omg, um. Steve and I will be over in five!” You yell back to Eddie making sure to turn the walkie talkie off properly.

“STEVE! YOU DIDN’T TURN OF THE WALKIE!” You yell absolutely mortified.

Steve on the other hand is sitting absolutely dumbfounded on your bed with his head in his hands.

“Oh my god, what if the kids heard!” Steve says quickly picking up his clothes.

“Well we know Eddie heard! That’s means Robin too! Omg.” You say quickly getting dressed.

“No more walkie talkie in the bedroom.” Steve says looking as pale as a ghost.

“No more walkie in the bedroom.”

That night was the most awkward movie night you’d ever had to sit through, the confused looks from there kids.

Eddie and Robins snickering and teasing, and Steves disappointment of getting interrupted before either of you could finish.

[douceurrrr]

PLAYBOY BUNNY

SUMMARY: a day in the life of eddie munson and his bimbo girlfriend

PARINGS: eddie munson x bimbo!black!reader

DETAILS: pda, spicy, making out, smut-ish, sexual humor, eddie smacking your ass, pet names, looking up your skirt, eddie touching you, mentions of sex, very touchy-feely.

eddie squinted his eyes as the sun beamed through the windows in his trailer. he looked down at himself noticing he was completely bare. eddie grinned as he remembered what transpired last night, looking over he saw you, sleeping. you were sleeping on your back and your curly hair was messed up and was displayed all over the pillow. he noticed how peaceful each breath was and how your eyelashes kissed you cheeks. you were completely bare too, covers covered the bottom half of your body leaving your tits out. eddie reached over and cupped your left tit, caressing it. you started to whine and shift a little bit, you were asleep but not in a deep sleep. “eddie stoppp m’sleepy.” you whined as eddie palmed your deep brown tits. “wake up doll.” eddie says no taking his hand off you, but you didn’t budge. since you were being so stubborn eddie began to slide his hand down you stomach until his hand disappeared underneath the sheets, since you was completely bare this was a advantage.

his hands grazed your warm thighs, you ignored it since you was about go back to sleep. eddie then cupped your heat making your eyes shoot open. “I knew that would make you wake up.” eddie chuckled then took his hand off you making you whine. “eddie you can’t just do thatt.” you pouted. “sorry princess but you wouldn’t wake up.” you huffed and rolled your eyes. “ever heard of beauty sleep? eds.” you said leaning up on the bed with your elbows supporting you. eddie’s eyes began to wander down to your tits. “whatca looking at eds? do I something on me?” you said tilting your head to the side as eddie gazed at your brown skin. “nothing baby s’just your pretty that’s all.”

“really? i always thought I was too slutty.” you said then shrugged making eddie chuckle. “I think your the perfect amount of sluttyness babe.” he says as you got up from the bed. “awe thanks babyy.” you pouted then leaned on the bed to kiss his cheek then making your way to the bathroom but eddie grabbed your wrist making you look back him. “I have to go to the bathroom, silly.” you giggle. “I know princess but I want you to know one thing.” eddie says caressing you hand. “yes ed’s?” You saying tilting your head to the side. “you’re my slut m’kay?” eddie says staring at you tits. “really? awe thanks eds that’s literally the nicest thing you ever said to me.” you squealed the kissed his cheek then walked to the bathroom as eddie stared at your ass while you did.

you were going to be the death of him.

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their mouthed were open in shock as they watched you and eddie swap spit with each other. you and eddie were with hellfire today hanging out but it accidentally turned into something else. eddie forgot all about the group of boy who were sitting in front of him as he caressed his tongue with yours. wet sounds and groans filled the room along with eddie squeezing your thighs and ass as you were on his lap. your skirt was lifted up to the point where you could see the the bright pink lace then suddenly the boys eyes shifted to your panties, you didn’t notice until you shifted your head to the side noticing the boy’s stares. “um eddie look.” you tab him on the back, he look over to see the boys staring at you. “hey keep your eyes off my prize.” eddie scolded making the boys instantly stop looking and looking off to space. “sorry we couldn’t help to notice you swapping spit the whole time.” dustin says rolling his eyes. “sorry dusty.” you whispered then stood up from eddie’s lap. eddie took it upon himself to smack your ass as you stood up making you squeal surprisingly as you walk behind eddie and placed you hands on his shoulders which eddie responded with a kiss to your left palm. 

“mhhm.” you and eddie just left the meeting for hellfire and already started to makeout in his van. both of your guys lips red and puffy from the heavy making out and you haven’t even left yet. you clawed onto eddie’s hair as he grouped your warm brown ass that was sitting on his lap. “mhm baby I think we need to leave now.” you said in between kisses. “okay but I’m not done with you.” eddie says letting you get off his lap and sit next to him while he starts the engine.

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there you are. again. on the bed naked like you were this morning, body pressed up against eddie’s naked form with his arm wrapped around you.

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the endddd

just a little something I was thinking about…

sorry for any grammatical errors

[distamoni]

Eddie Munson x Male! Reader: Under the stars

AN: ( This is my first time writing a fanfic on Tumblr so I hope it's not too awful haha )

Plot Summary: You and Eddie are smoking weed on the roof of his trailer and before you know it you guys are making out.

Warnings: Drug usage and steamy make-out sesh (Lime ig?)

It was a cold, late night, you and your best friend Eddie Munson were laying next to each other on your backs atop the roof of his trailer, getting high. You glanced over at Eddie, his hair a mess as usual, a joint between his fingers, the moonlight gently reflecting off his pale cheeks. You'd be lying if you said the sight didn't make you tingle.

Eddie noticed you staring and laughed softly "everything alright sweetheart?" he asked playfully. Sweetheart, he called everyone that..it wasn't something just intended for you but when he said it to you.. it always sounded different, or maybe that's just how you picked it up. "yeah Eds, everything fine" you responded, your eyes still tracing the delicate features of his face.

He raised an eyebrow, watching as your eyes longingly admired him. "You sure? You're kinda staring at me" you smirked, looking him in the eyes. "Eddie, can I ask you something?" Eddie nodded "sure, what's up?" you sighed "Have you ever felt like.. Your friendship with someone is missing something? Like.. You're holding back.."

Eddie sat up, moving closer to you "yeah.. I have felt that about y- someone.." he mumbled. You sat up alongside him, your faces now inches away from each other. All of a sudden Eddie's soft lips were pressed against yours while his hand was placed on the side of your face. Your eyes fell shut as you began to kiss back, sliding your hand up along Eddie's face until you fingers were running through his hair. Kissing Eddie just felt so right, like everything finally made sense to you.

You felt Eddie's hands move downwards till they were on your waist. You let him pull you up onto his lap so that you were now straddling him. He gave your waist a light squeeze which caused you to moan. He took the opportunity and slipped his tounhe into your mouth, letting the kiss get more sloppy as you guided your hands down to grip at his clothes. Your face heated up as the kisses moved down towards your neck. Eddie worked his way down till you let off a soft groan, alerting him that he'd reached your sweet spot. When he found it he began to suck on it, leaving a dark hickey in place of his lips "oh Eddie~" you moaned, before your cheeks turned red from embarrassment. Eddie smirked, leaning forward and whispering into your ear "you like that sweetheart?~" you nodded, your eyes once again meeting his.

"Well then, let's go down to my bedroom and see if you can moan like that for me all night ~"

An: Hope you enjoyed hehe, let me know if you want a ✨spicy✨ Part two

[nymph0cyte]

Morning After

Eddie X reader drabble

You and Eddie didn’t go to parties much. Despite how much he drinks & uses various other substances, you very rarely partook in either.

Currently, you were driving Eddie’s van. He was half passed out, making unintelligible sounds in the back. He was upset when you cut him off but you preferred him being upset over him having alcohol poisoning. Barely half an hour later you were practically dragging the stumbling man to his van.

You finally pulled up next to his trailer. You got him inside and laid him in bed. You got up to grab some water & aspirin for tomorrow morning but a hand clumsily grabbed your shirt. Eddie whined and pulled you toward him.

“Eds, I’m just getting water. I’ll be back in a minute.” You pulled his hand off your shirt and quickly grabbed the drinks. When you returned, he had kicked his pants off. As soon as he saw you he started motioning at you that he wanted to be cuddled. You were tired but he was adorable, even if he was drunk and pantsless. “You’re cute when you need me.” You smirked and embraced him. He fell asleep on top of you. You knew you should be annoyed but he looked so soft like this. “Goodnight, my sweet boy.” You turned off the lamp and fell asleep.

You woke up the next morning extremely hungover. You were drenched in sweat and your shirt was soaked with Eddie’s drool. Your head was pounding and you were the most nauseous youd ever been. You laid there for a few minutes before you realized you needed to throw up now. You shoved the still unconscious man off of you and leapt out of bed and ran to the toilet.

Eddie was jostled awake, he looked around his room but you were nowhere to be found. He groaned and buried his face into your pillow, managing to drift back into a light sleep. You brushed your teeth and splashed some water in your face. As soon as you reentered the room, he noticed your presence and whined. You walked back to the bed & leaned down to kiss his cheek but he pulled you down by the shirt.

You held in tightly to your chest and played with his hair. The sun was coming through the slit blinds, casting the room in a warm yellow glow. Despite how awful you felt, you loved tender moments like this. You didn’t care how bad you felt, you wished this moment could go on forever. “I love you.” You whispered to him. “I love you too.” He mumbled before his soft snores filled the room.

[eddies-freak]

eddie takes care of sick!fem!reader

Summary: You’ve caught the flu, Eddie takes care of you. <3

Warnings: Food, Sickness (flu), Throwing up; Pure fluff!

Word Count: 1.1k 

You’ve just gotten off a long day at work, running around delivering coffee and lunch and papers all about the offices of the Hawkins Post. You had a horrible headache that was pounding and grinding and making it impossible to think, so you’d told Tom you were having “lady issues” and needed to go home. Parking your car in the gravel in front of Eddie’s trailer, you get out and jiggle your key in the door until finally it gives way and opens. Inside you find Eddie at the stove in a black Dio shirt and some plaid pajama pants, looking over his shoulder at you when he hears you come in. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says, stirring the pot. “I was just heating up some soup, you want some?” 

“Sure, thanks Eds. I’ve got a horrible headache so I’m gonna take some Tylenol. How was your day off?” 

“Pretty good, actually! Planned out the D&D campaign for the next couple weeks, the boys are gonna love it.” Even though it was the summer, the Hellfire club had still been meeting every Thursday. Eddie would get off work at the shop early to meet everyone at Mike’s house and play part of a campaign. 

Eddie made his way over to you, tenderly snaking his hands around your waist. “But it would’ve been better with you here, y’know,” he added softly, before pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. 

“Is that your way of saying you missed me?” you ask, pulling your lips apart. He thought for a minute, furrowing his brow. 

“Well, yeah, I guess it is,” he finally said, with a wide smile on his face. 

“Aw, I’m glad. Going-” You started feeling lightheaded all of a sudden, queasy and sweaty all over. 

“Hm?” Eddie said, concerned look on his face. 

“I feel so hot.” Your own voice sounded far away, spots clouded your vision. Eddie pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. 

“Jesus, y/n, you’re burning up.” But you were already slipping away, as your entire world faded to black. 

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When you woke up, you were in Eddie’s bed, on your back. You looked down to find nothing but your bra on, plus some of Eddie’s boxers. Your head was pounding, and you let out a small groan of pain. There was a towel on your forehead and you flipped it over, sighing with relief as the coldness consumed you. 

You were still hot and sweaty, going in and out, hot and cold. Your limbs felt like lead and your throat was so parched you couldn’t speak. What had happened last night? you wondered. Then you remembered: not a full memory, just flashes. You had fainted. Eddie had carried you in here and helped you change your clothes. Everything was hazy, you couldn’t remember the details. Suddenly, Eddie burst through the door, stopping when he saw you awake. 

“Hey,” you managed to rasp out, sitting up. 

“No no no, sweetheart, lay back down. That’s it. And don’t talk either, we don’t want to hurt your throat more. Take this,” he said, handing you a glass of water and some medication. “Drink the whole glass, there you go. Quite a time we had, yeah? You need to drink as much water as you can, you’re going to be super dehydrated after all of that.” 

You pointed to your throat, indicating to him that he had told you not to talk. 

“Oh, shit! Sorry.” He got up and took something off his dresser, which you discovered was a pad of paper and a sharpie. 

I don’t remember what happened, you wrote. Eddie chuckled. 

What could it be? you wondered. Eddie laughed harder. 

Tell me!!, you wrote furiously, adding an extra exclamation point. It can’t be that funny, you thought. 

“Well,” Eddie started, after he had recovered from his temporary distraction. “First of all, you fainted…” You raised your eyebrows. “...and then you threw up all over me and the kitchen. By the time we got to the bathroom you had already puked it all out,” he finished, giggling again. 

“Oh my go-” you started, but Eddie’s hand clasped over your mouth, his other hand pointing at the pad of paper. 

I’m so so so so sorry, Eds., you wrote, flipping the pad around to show him. He responded by placing a tender kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s already been taken care of. My Dio shirt, on the other hand…” he sighed. “Never gonna smell the same.” You hit him on the shoulder, making him laugh. 

He stood up and took the sharpie and paper from your hand, putting it on the bedside table. “Okay, try to get some rest y/n. You need it,” he said, leaning over kissing you on the forehead again. 

He meant to leave the room, but you caught his arm before he got too far from your side. Shaking your head, you pointed down with the other hand. “You… want me to stay?” he asked. Ding ding ding, you would’ve said, if it weren’t for your throat, but mainly if it weren’t for the look in his eyes. He looked… soft. Vulnerable. As if he didn’t believe your “words.” As if he didn’t fully believe you were right there in front of him, someone who loved him and wanted his company. 

You nodded.

“I-uh-” he struggled for words. “Okay, sweetheart, sure,” he finally managed to choke out. 

You pointed to your eye, then made a heart with your hands, then pointed at him. I love you. He made his way toward you, kissing you firmly on the lips. When you tried to pull away, not wanting to get him sick, he said “I don’t care,” and continued with the kiss. It felt like it had been years since he had kissed you, and it almost made you think he had cured you of your illness by doing just that. Pulling away finally, stroking your cheek with his thumb, he said, “I love you too, y/n.” 

He grabbed a book off of his nightstand, crawled over to the other side of the bed, and you curled into him. Holding the book with one hand and stroking your arm with the other, he began to read. “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit…”

i hope you guys enjoyed reading this!! i had fun writing it, and i might make a part two! let me know if you guys would be interested in that

<3

as always, asks are open! currently writing for eddie but if you have another specific request i might consider, so shoot your shot. :)

[loveinhawkins]

When they reach the outskirts of the trailer park, Steve is dimly aware of what people mean when they say adrenaline just took over. Because he has never heard Dustin make such a wounded noise before, and suddenly his exhaustion, every lingering twinge of pain he feels, it all melts away.  

He runs, screaming Dustin’s name. And then he sees them, sees Eddie in Dustin’s arms.

Time passes strangely after that.

He can hear himself shouting, “Hey, hey, hey!” but it feels as if it’s someone else talking, in an echoey room that he cannot reach.

Dustin, Robin, Nancy—safe. Max, Lucas, Erica—traveling to the hospital; some garbled message about a broken leg, but apart from that: safe. Blood pounding in his ears. Eddie, help Eddie, get through the gate, come on—

He lies Eddie out on the mattress as gently as he can. Keeps pressure on Eddie’s middle. Tries to look in Eddie’s eyes, and not down at the blood. Every pained gasp Eddie makes comes with a mixture of relief along with horror: that while he’s aware of the pain, at least it means that he’s still here. In the background, he can hear Nancy calling an ambulance, and he knows it’s the right decision, knows they’d probably crash if either of them tried to drive in this state; but it does nothing to lessen the awful lurch in his stomach when he sees that Eddie’s eyes are closed.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Steve repeats, and he realises belatedly that it’s all he has been saying, on a loop, sharp and urgent. “Eddie, you fucking hear me? Wake up.” He slaps Eddie in the face. He can’t afford emotion; he can’t afford to break, not now. He just needs Eddie to listen.

Eddie’s eyes crack open. “Wha—?”

Steve smiles grimly, redoubles his efforts at staunching the blood. Harsh works, he thinks, even if he hates how he sounds—anything that will keep Eddie awake. “Come on, Munson, you’re not gonna be a—a quitter, are you?”

Eddie somehow stops himself mid-groan, like he has to rewind the words in his head to make sense of them. Good, Steve thinks, willing that flickering light of comprehension in his eyes to remain. Stay with me.

“That’d be pretty fucked up if that was the last thing I said to you, huh?”

Eddie chokes through blood, and Steve realises that he’s trying to laugh. “Th-that’d be b-bullshit.”

Steve laughs in return, catches himself before the laugh turns into something more. Something desperate. “Y-yeah. So, work with me, okay?” He wills his hands not to shake. “Make sure it’s not.”

And then the ambulance arrives, and his world turns into a blur of indistinguishable noise again.

Except for this.

“Hey, Harrington,” Eddie slurs. Steve’s last sight of him is a bloody smile. “Deal.”

[hellfiremunsonn]

Goddamn Munson Chapter Two

AN: HI HERE IS CHAPTER TWO. I’M UNSURE WHERE I’M GOING WITH THIS OR HOW OFTEN THERE WILL BE SMUT IN IT BUT I’M HAVING A GOOD TIME WRITING IT AND I’M GLAD YOU ALL ARE ENJOYING IT. (Please let me know if there is anything specific I forgot to tag)

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Warnings/Tags? Swearing, sub fem, Dom Eddie, male and female orgasm, m and f oral receiving, unprotected sex (please always use protection)

EDDIE MUNSON AU

Chapter Two: VIRGIN IN WHITE. 

A small stream of dusty sun rays filtered through the room as my heavy lids opened slowly. Yawning I stretched my stiff limbs out bumping into a body next to me that I forgot about. Sudden realization hit me and I sprung forward taking in my surroundings. I was in Eddie Munsons bed, in his trailer, with him still next to me, with no pants on. "Shit!" I yelled throwing the small sheet he had laid on me off my legs and climbed towards the end of the bed startling him in the process. "What, what's going on?" He mumbled rubbing his eyes.

"I didn't go home last night!" I shouted searching for my pants finding them hung on his doorknob.

"I know" He said confused.

"I don't stay out this late Eddie, I always come home, I'm-"

"A good girl?" He said cutting me off with a smirk. I blushed and rolled my eyes shoving my legs into my jeans I did them up quickly heading towards the living area for my jacket and keys. Collecting my items frantically I kissed Eddie on the cheek hurrying to my car.

"Will I see you again?" He asked from the steps of his trailer.

"I'll make sure of it!" I shouted from my open window before pulling out of his make shift dirt drive way and sped home.

"Fuck!" I said slamming my hand against my steering wheel. "I'm going to be in so much trouble and I'm going to be late for school" I groaned.

By the time I rounded the corner to my street my bottom lip had almost been rubbed raw from the intense pressure I had on it as I bit it the entire way home. I pulled up into my driveway hurrying up the porch steps tripping in the process. Fumbling with my keys I unlocked the door quickly and closed it quietly behind me hoping no one in the house had awoken yet. Creeping up the steps towards my room I bumped into someone.

"Hi honey!" My mom said startled. "Are you just getting home?" she asked raising an eyebrow. "Uh yeah, I went to Max's and fell asleep on the couch" I said trying my best to sound confident.

"She's such a sweetheart that girl, I'm glad she has someone like you to look up to"

I smiled but then frowned realizing. "Wait did you not notice I wasn't home?" and then I heard it. The familiar high pitched giggle coming from the kitchen. Slowly making my way back down the stairs I turned sucking in a deep breath seeing my older sister sit across the table from my father.  

"Abigail" I stated. It wasn't that I didn't love my sister, because I did, when I was younger I tried so hard to be her. She was always just... Better. better at everything, school, sports, boys, and I knew my parents always liked her better though they would never admit it. Abigail was tall and slender with long blonde hair that always seemed to have a shimmer in it even when it wasn't clean. I felt so small next to her, in all aspects of the word.

"Almost forgot I had a little sister" she said clearly forcing a smile. "How've you been?"

"Do you actually care or should I just leave" I said gesturing do the kitchen doorway behind me with my thumb.

"Andrea can you just be nice to your sister for five seconds" My dad scolded.

"Sorry" I swallowed suddenly my mouth feeling dry. "I've been good Abbie, almost done school, acing my classes" I shoved my hands in the pockets of my jeans as deep as they would go.

"Awe good for you, maybe you'll make the honour roll like I did" She flicked a strand of her hair behind her shoulder and returned her attention to my dad and they continued to talk while I slipped out and back up the stairs to my bedroom. Shutting and locking the door behind me I sunk down onto the floor releasing a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

Annoyed tears welled up in my tired eyes, unable to gain the strength to hold them back. I spent years trying to be Abigail and I only stopped when she finally moved out and went to university far from away from us. I didn't have to compete for her approval or my parents approval because when she was gone they finally noticed me. I wasn't invisible anymore and I didn't have to constantly prove myself to them. All of the confidence I had gained was stripped from me the minute I saw her dumb manicured nails wrapped around my favourite mug.

Aggressively wiping the tears from my face I rose from the floor and headed into my small bathroom that was attached to my room to shower. I caught a glance of myself in the mirror and my mouth dropped as I realized my neck was covered in tiny hickies. "MUNSON!" I yelled but in the form of a whisper. "I'm going to kill him"

In the shower I scrubbed myself clean playing extra attention to my neck as if my lavender scented body wash was going to magically make the marks dissapear. How the hell was I going to cover these because no amount of makeup would cover them.

Basically tripping out of the shower I threw on some clean clothes as fast as I could which was just a pair of blue jeans and an oversized red sweater. I didn't bother looking for a bra since the sweater was baggy enough to cover anything anyway. I ran my fingers through my hair and pulled half of it up with a hair tie to keep it out of my face. I shoved my feet into my old converse as I quickly and aggressively brushed my teeth. Giving myself a wide smile inspecting them before grabbing my bag and running down the stairs.

"Late for school! Bye!"

I slid into the front seat of my car and sped off towards the school, not even bothering to put my seatbelt on.

Skidding into the parking lot I ran towards the school doors and thankfully kids were still filtering in as I made it to homeroom just as the first bell rang.

My chest heaving I sunk into my seat leaning my head back a little attempting to catch my breath. "Are you okay?" A voice pulled my back. It was Robin.

"Barely" I breathed.

She raised an eyebrow. "What are those?"

"What?" I said looking over to her.

"All over your neck" she whispered through her teeth.

Instinctively I pulled the collar of my sweater up more and pulled my hair in front of me. "I don't want to talk about it"

"Well you better tell me later or I will not hesitate to get Steve involved" she threatened.

I groaned quietly throwing my arms over my eyes covering my head. Steve was like a big brother to all of us and often known as the babysitter for the freshmen but he was extra big brother like to me and if he knew I was out all night with Eddie Munsons hands in my pants he would actually lose his mind.

"I'll tell you,  just not now" I whispered back.

The day dragged on and my classes seemed more uninteresting than usual. I anxiously waited for lunch so I could yell at Eddie for covering me in hickies. Not to say I didn't enjoy them because I did but we weren't in a position where I could casually flaunt these around without getting questioned about it. Robin noticed how antsy I was but I tried my best to ignore her and focus on my school work but again it was still difficult. I gave up on trying to focus and just doodled my way through the day trying to keep my mind away from what happened last night and how good he made me feel. My thighs pressed together and I almost had to physically shake my head from the thoughts when the bell rang signalling that it was lunch.  

Racing towards my locker I switched out the books and notebooks needed for the periods later, trying to take my time so I wouldn't have to wait any longer to confront Eddie.

Entering the cafeteria I scoped out my usual table seeing all the familiar faces including Eddies. He was deep in an enthusiastic conversation hair and hands flying everywhere as he talked and I couldn't help but smile a little.

Stalking towards the table I heard a few greetings but grabbed Eddies arm aggressively dragging him from the table and out of the cafeteria. Rounding the corner I opened and shoved him into one of the janitors broom closets and slapped him on the chest. "Are you insane?" I spat.

"I mean probably a little bit" He said smiling. He picked up a strand of my hair and twirled it between his fingers.

I yanked my collar down and pointed to it. "What is this?" I asked like a mother scolding her child.

"Hickies my dear"

"You can't be covering me in hickies, what am I supposed to say to people?" I said slumping my shoulders. I didn't want to admit it just like everything else about Eddie, but I was scared he didn't like me as much as I liked him and that our little sexual encounter would be a one and done kind of thing.

"Why not? You look pretty in them" He said reaching up cupping my cheek in his hand and I relaxed under it.

I licked my lips, my mouth going dry under his touch. He hummed and said "You can tell everyone where you got them, I don't mind"

"But we're not together" I said quieter than I meant.

his thumb rubbed back and fourth on my cheek before sliding down to my very sensitive neck, brushing the hair away from it to inspect his handy work. Trailing his fingers down along my neck and to my shoulder I tilted my head letting out a small hum.

"Is that what you want?" He asked. His breath hot on my neck as he peppered light wet kisses as he went. I crossed my legs together trying to keep myself composed.

"What do I want?" I said confused.

"You want to be mine?" He nipped at my shoulder and I let out a squeak. "Want everyone to know who did this to you? Show everyone who makes you feel this good?"

"Fuuuu-" My barely formed words were cut off as his hand slid up the back of my neck grabbing a tight fist of my hair. "Want everyone to know just how you purr under my touch?"

My eyes fluttered as I struggled to keep them open to look at him. God he knew just what I wanted without me even saying anything. I was putty in his hands and he loved it as much as I did.

"Yes" I breathed.

"Yes what?"

"Let me be yours" I whined. That was all it took for him to crash his lips into mine. Hot and heavy kisses, desperate to be closer to one another. I quickly reached for the button of his jeans trying to finish what I wanted to start last night but again he grabbed my hands. "So needy" he laughed. "I'm not fucking you in a broom closet"

"Afraid to get caught Munson?" I teased. His hand coming up to grab my face tightly between his fingers.

"Not at all" he laughed "I can keep quiet, but you can't" He stated, his other hand forcing my crossed legs apart. "Who knew innocent Andy wanted to get fucked so badly she would let it happen in a closet during school like a little slut" He cooed. My mouth fell open in response waiting for his touch but instead he let go of my face and took a step back from me. Sticking his hand into his pants he adjusted himself to make his obvious boner less noticeable. Opening the door a crack to make sure there were no roaming students before opening it he reached his hand out to me and I shyly grabbed it, blushing as our fingers interlocked.

My heart was pounding as we walked back to the cafeteria hand in hand. People stopped what they were doing to stare and whisper. When we approached our table I think I almost heard Mikes jaw hit the floor as we sat down.

"What the fuck is going on here?" He asked shocked and slightly in awe.

"What's it look like bean pole?" Eddie said reaching forward grabbing some of Dustins chips, which Dustin slapped at his hand in response.

I don't think my cheeks could have gotten any more red but I did my best to control my breathing, trying to get it back to a normal rhythm. Eddie squeezed my thigh in attempts to calm me but it only made the burning desire between my legs worse. He smiled clearly enjoying watching you struggle.

Lunch calmed down and we explained to everyone that we had liked each other for a while and decided to try the whole dating thing out. They were skeptic and I didn't blame them. I barely talked to Eddie in front of them let alone at all because of the crush I tried so hard to keep hidden. It was nice to be able to admire him so publicly now without fear of rejection. Nothing was truly very different, except now and then Eddie would look at me and smile, squeeze my thigh or place a light kiss on my temple letting me know he was acknowledging me being there. It was strange how right everything felt so quickly. Like he was some missing part of me I didn't know was lost.

The rest of the school day continued like it normally did but I felt less awkward about the marks on my neck, and mostly people didn't notice.

When the final bell rang I was stood at my locker organizing my things and putting what I needed in my bag for the weekend. I had an English test on Monday that I had to study for, but it was on the book we were reading so I knew I didn't need to study too hard to get a decent mark. Robin finally approached me again crossing her arms in front of me.

"Eddie Munson" I said quickly.

"EDDIE MUNSON!?" she repeated loudly.

"Why are you so loud?" I questioned closing my locker.

"Because I can be!" She said just as loudly. "Steve is going to kill you" laughing she placed a hand on my shoulder. "Good luck with that"

"Steve will only kill me if you tell him Robin" I warned giving her a 'I swear to god if you tell him before I do I will actually have to fight you' look. "Get off my ass and go to work" I said bumping my hip into hers.

I dreaded driving home knowing my sister was still there and I felt like I still wasn't ready to properly face her yet.

Just as I suspected she was in the same spot at the kitchen table she was at when I left this morning. I kicked off my shoes by the door and made my way to my room trying to ignore her. "How was school Andrea" Her annoying tone hanging off of my name making it sound sour.

"Fine" I said flatly. "I have to go study"

"Loser" she mumbled thinking I wouldn't hear her but just like every other time before that I always did.

Crashing into my bed I covered my head with one of my pillows trying to do some breathing exercises to keep myself calm. It worked for a little while but it was hard to not let the anxiety creep up on me. I wanted to tell my mom about Eddie. She could always tell I had something for him and often teased me about it but I always denied it so I know she would be thrilled to know he and I started up a romantic relationship. But right now with little miss Abigail in our presence, anything I said or did wouldn't matter, or it would matter too much and lead to some sort of grounding over something so simple and out of my control. God like that time Abbie flooded the bathroom yet somehow managed to get me blamed for it even though I wasn't even home that day. Or when she cut my hair super short to see what she would look like with short hair even though we have completely different hair types.

I groaned pushing the pillow over my head closer into my ears hoping it would somehow drown out my thoughts but alas it did not. I knew she was going to stay for the weekend or maybe even longer but how was I supposed to deal with her. She was going to drive me insane. I thought about heading to Eddies again but I didn't want to seem too clingy.

The phone rang loudly from the kitchen allowing me to ignore my thoughts briefly as Abigail yelled "Andrea! Phone!"

Slowly rising from my bed I dragged my feet down into the kitchen where our yellow phone hung crooked on the wall. Holding it up to my ear I gave a monotone "Hello?"

"I'll be there in ten minutes" Eddies voice crackled through.

"Eddie?" I questioned wondering how he got my phone number.

"Ten minutes!" He said again in an excited tone.

I stifled a laugh hearing the dial tone on the other end and hung the phone back up on the wall.

"Who was that?" Abbie asked not looking up from whatever fashion magazine she was reading.

"A friend" I said and ran back up stairs to change my clothes.

Eddie had called me innocent earlier and even though he wasn't entirely wrong I wanted to tease him a little with how I was dressed. It was still a bit chilly out in Hawkins so instead of bare legs I went with thick grey thigh high socks underneath my virgin white dress I decided to wear. I chose light blue lace underwear that you would only really see through the thin white material of the dress if you looked hard enough and I knew Eddie would. I went with no bra hoping the cold air would make quite a show if he looked at my chest. I almost added my discarded gold cross necklace I was gifted on my thirteenth birthday but decided it was a little too much.

I grabbed my jean jacket and slipped on my old converse from earlier and bounded down my front porch steps stopping and sitting on the last one as I waited for him to arrive. I heard his van before I saw it and skipped to the end of my driveway rocking back and fourth on my heels in excitement.

"Long time no see darling" He said through the open window once his van was in front of me. I reached for the door handle in front of me but Eddie leaned over and out of the passenger window slapping my hand away from it.

"Hey!" I said rubbing the top of my hand. He jumped out of the van and made his way to my door and opened it for me.

I gave him a sheepish smile.

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't open the door for you?" He said holding his hand out to me to help me up and into my seat.

"You're too kind" I said playfully as I tugged my dress down over my knees but Eddies hand stopped me as he squeezed, keeping the fabric off the pale skin of my thigh. I blushed trying to avoid his eyes as he began to drive. I couldn't deny that I had been desperate for more from him especially since the little incident in the broom closet during lunch, but I wanted to tease him a little just as much as he teased me. I already felt like I had the lead wearing the dress, to complete the sort of corrupting the innocent church girl fantasy.  

"So what's the plan?" I asked leaning my head onto his shoulder.

"I don't know, I was just thinking we could drive around until we thought of something fun to do.  I just wanted to spend more time with you so it doesn't matter what we do" He gave me a light kiss on the head and I sighed relaxing into his shoulder. I closed my eyes for a little appreciating the cool breeze coming through one of the windows, and the sound of Eddie humming some rock song I didn't know. "I wish it was summer" I sighed. "Then I could spend every day with you"

"I would like that a lot"

"Maybe I'll properly graduate this year" I laughed.

"Properly?" Eddie questioned. I leaned back up realizing I never told him I had technically already done my senior year but was homeschooled.

"I was homeschooled so when we moved here my parents thought it would be a good idea to do my senior year actually in a school" I shrugged. Being homeschooled wasn't something I bragged about. People always expected me to be this shy sheltered fragile little thing when in fact I was the opposite. Well besides being shy. That checks out.

"So how old are you then?" Eddie asked turning down a street, turning the wheel with the palm of his one hand. My stomach fluttered watching his hands.

"N-Ninteen" I stuttered composing myself.

He beamed at me. "What?" I said my cheeks getting hot.

"Finally a girl near my age"

We shared a laugh before returning to our quiet drive.

I started getting a little antsy wondering why Eddie hadn't made a move on me yet. I wondered if he was waiting for me to make the first move, which was something I was not used to.  Biting the inside of my cheek to hold back a smile I shifted so my back was now rested against the passenger seat door. I untied my shoes removing them and stretched out laying my feet onto his lap. He looked at me briefly only to raise an eyebrow and turned his attention back to the road. I pouted. If I was going to get his attention I was going to have to try harder. I slid my feet off his lap and brought my knees up putting them together giving him a small view of my blue underwear. I watched him intently waiting for him to look in my direction. He didn't. I rolled my eyes and crossed my legs folding my hands into my lap.

"Restless?" He asked finally looking at me.

"Yes" I said quickly. "But I have an idea" I smirked as I reached up under my dress hooking both my thumbs into the sides of my underwear and pulled them all the way off. Stopping at my knees briefly when Eddies dark eyes glanced at me. Slowly pulling them down the rest of the way I balled them up in my fist and scooted closer to him. I kissed his bicep as I slid them into the front pocket of his jeans. He shifted uneasy and I watched his cheeks turn a light pink.

Deciding to test my luck further I slid my hand up and down his thigh feeling his already growing erection and began to slowly palm him through his jeans.

"Eddie?" I said sweetly batting my lashes at him.

He cleared his throat. His eyes shifting every so often back down to watch my hand. "Princess if you keep that up I'm going to crash this car before I get to fuck you"

Heat rose throughout my body at his words and I figured I would try again, to push my luck a little further. I reached for the button of his jeans but he swatted my hands away.

"But I thought-"

"Sit there, do not touch me until we get to my place" He said sternly.

"Fine" I pouted again and he smiled at me. "I wish I could touch you" I mumbled.

"Soon" he reassured placing his hand back on my thigh. Before he could move it back to the steering wheel I grabbed it lightly with both hands and guided his hand in between my legs directing him to my clit. A low chuckle rumbled from him as he swiped his fingers along my folds gathering some of my fast growing wetness and began rubbing slow circles. "So needy huh? Is this why you were acting out?" He questioned.

I hummed closing my eyes, letting my head fall back against the seat. "No" I whispered.

"No?"

"I want to touch you but you won't let me" I whined rolling my hips to meet his halted movements rubbing my clit against his slick fingers.

"Fuck" He said through gritted teeth. "You're fucking yourself on my fingers. Desperate little slut"

I let out a soft moan and felt the car come to an abrupt stop. My eyes opened and I realized we had finally made it to his trailer. He removed his hand from my clit, giving his fingers a quick lick before hopping out of the van and opening my door for me. Before I could even take one step down he pulled me forward so I fell over his shoulder and he carried me into his trailer. I giggled and kicked my feet in the air. "Eddie!"

He flipped me over and I thumped down onto his old bed, my knees coming together causing my dress to fall almost to my hips exposing myself more than I had earlier. My heart raced as I watched Eddie look me up and down slowly. Drinking in every part of me as if he was trying to remember every detail. He shrugged off his jacket coming to his knees at the end of the bed. Grabbing my ankles he pulled me to the edge so he was now kneeling in between my legs. I reached my hands forward to cup his face but he grabbed my wrists placing them next to my hips.

"I don't think you get to touch me just yet" he smirked removing my jacket from my shoulders and throwing it onto the floor next to him.

I rolled my eyes about to start saying how unfair it was when he gave me a light smack on my cheek. "Don't roll your eyes at me or I won't touch you either" heat pooled between my legs feeling the faint sting on my cheek. I wanted him to do it again.

I pouted and he traced his thumb across my bottom lip. I opened my mouth slowly and stuck my tongue out feeling the rough pad of his thumb tap against it. I couldn't help but smile. "Fuck you're so sexy when you're this desperate" he rubbed his hands along my thighs and I leaned back onto my elbows growing more and more impatient. "Eddie please" I whined.

"Yes princess?"

"Please touch me" I said making a 'hmmp' sound before giving him my best puppy dog eyes.

"You know what I like about you?" He said rubbing circles on my thighs inching closer at a painfully slow speed.

"What?" I asked. The annoyed tone in my voice earning a small laugh from him. I sat back up again abruptly attempting to grab his face again but he was quicker. Trapping my hands against my sides again he pressed his forehead to mine kissing the top of my nose. "If you stop being a brat, I'll touch you... And" He said tapping my hands. "Keep your hands here"

I nodded quickly, wiggling slightly,  desperate for any sort of friction. "Lean back" He ordered and I did.

He began to pepper light kisses all along my legs, going back and fourth between both thighs making sure to give them both equal attention. He nipped at my hips causing me to squeak out in response. I smiled biting my lip. "Please" I begged again but he ignored my pleas. Eventually, slow and wet, he left long kisses along my waistline stopping right on my pubic bone. "What I like about you" he said continuing his question to me from earlier while slipping one of his fingers up and down my folds gathering some of my arousal onto his finger tip. "Is that you taste as good as you look" and again he put his finger in his mouth while not breaking eye contact. His hand went back between my legs and he began with the slow circles on my clit and my head rolled to the side biting onto my shoulder. He started kissing my legs again but this time didn't stop when he got to my centre. He licked one slow stripe up my core and a loud breathy "Oh" came from me as I gripped the sides of my dress to keep my hands where I was told to keep them.

Eddie obviously noticing my struggle took my hands and placed them on either sides of his head so I would have something to hold onto and I instantly fisted his hair into my hands. Unintentionally pushing him closer to me as my breathing became quick.

"More" I said licking my dry lips.

"Soon baby" He mouthed against me. He slipped one finger into me, curling upwards and pulling out only slightly, creating a 'come here' motion. Repeatedly tapping the other side of my clit adding pressure to both sides. I tucked my knees up and rested one foot on his shoulder.

His mouth left me and I shot my head up, leaning back on my elbows to look at him. "Why did you stop" I blurted panting, admiring the shine across his mouth and chin.

"Do you want to cum like this?" He asked still fingering me with a single digit.

"I don't care" I breathed rolling my head back barely able to hold myself up. "No no no no, wait" I said leaning up fully and removing his hand from me. "I want you in my mouth" I said swallowing hard. he tucked some of my hair behind my ear pulling me in to kiss me. Finally kissed me. The butterflies in my stomach erupted and flew to all parts of my body.  I moaned with almost every kiss as he joined me on his bed now leaning back against the wall.

Frantically I moved, unbuttoning his pants and pulling at them. "Slow down sweetheart" He laughed "I'm not going anywhere" Lifting his hips so I could pull the rest of his pants and boxers off of him. Straddling him I reached between my legs stroking myself a few times before using my own arousal to moisten the tip of his cock. Eddies eyes looked primal and I wanted him inside me so bad but I wanted to do this almost more. Letting my mouth fill with more saliva I pumped him slowly before dipping my head down letting him fill my mouth. He hissed grabbing my hair into a make shift pony to keep it out of my face and his head tilted as he watched me. I bobbed my head at a steady rhythm letting all my spit leak from my mouth onto him. I tried to take him as deep as I could down my throat without gagging but failed as I had to break away for some air. A string of saliva connecting his cock to my mouth.

"You okay?" He asked stroking his thumb against my cheek. "Mmhmm" I said nodding feeling my breath start to regulate.

"I need words baby, don't do anything you don't want to"

"I'm okay" I said smiling and pumping him a few more times.

Grabbing me by the waist he flipped me over so I was now laying on my back with him hovering on top of me. He swiped the tip of his length against me using my wetness as lubricant.

I whimpered. "Please" I begged once more.

"What do you want?" He cooed pushing only slightly into my entrance. Not enough.

"Eddie please. Please fuck me" I said quickly. "Fuck me dumb, fuck me so hard I don't know anything but how good you make me feel" And finally he slipped himself into me and I arched my back in pleasure. He filled me perfectly. Waiting a few seconds before slowly moving in and out so I could get used to him. I felt light headed because of how good it felt and let myself lay back down.

He picked up his pace and moan after moan fell out of my mouth with each thrust. Going deeper and harder with each one. "F-Fuck" I said leaning back up onto my elbows looking down at what connected us.

"You feel so fucking good" Eddie said grabbing my hair into fistful to tilt my head up so I could look at him. "Fuck" He moaned thrusting into me harder. He held onto my hips tightly squeezing my love handles trying to get closer to me.

I slid my hand down to my clit and started rubbing fast and hard circles to bring myself closer to an orgasm.

"Oh Eddie" I moaned out.

"Keep touching yourself for me baby, you look so pretty under me like this" He praised.

I could feel the slow tingle beginning to form in my stomach as I continued to rub myself.

"I'm gunna c-cum soon" I stuttered. Eddie continued to slam into me, and the pressure from his cock hitting my g-spot and the wet sloppy circles on my clit, my orgasm grew. "OH fuck, I'm cumming" Leaning forward I held onto Eddies bicep with my free hand as I rode out my orgasm. I'm sure everyone in the trailer park could hear my loud pornographic moans and screams as I shook in pleasure. Tears rolled quickly down my cheeks, sobbing from overstimulation. I continued to shake slightly as Eddie fucked me harder and faster trying to get himself to his orgasm quicker for my sake.

My hands reached up behind me grabbing onto his sheets as I felt a second orgasm begin before. This was different. I had never cum from penetration alone. "Harder" I cried. "Please Eddie oh my god, I'm going to cum again" I choked arching my back once more. Barely coming down from the first one my second orgasm ripped through me harder and louder than before. "Holy fuck, fuck" I spewed profanities and mumbled words.

"I'm gunna cum" Eddie said.

"Cum in me" I said looking up at him again. The pleasure was still too much, and I could barely take it anymore but he felt so good, and hearing those beautiful sounds coming from his mouth as he slammed into me made it all worth it. His thrusts became sloppy and he hunched over into me breathing down my neck as his orgasm slowed and the only thing we could hear was our heavy breathing.

My legs trembling I slowly put my knees together as Eddie gently removed himself from me. I felt his cum start to leak out of me and noticed Eddie watch as it did. Wrapping me in the thin top sheet of his bed he bunched it between my legs cupping me through the fabric. I whined and grabbed my hand to stop him.

"Just cleaning you up a little" he said softly. He sat next to me. "What do you need?" He asked moving the hair stuck to my sweaty forehead.

"I want, I want" I struggled to form words. "I want to be cozy" I said whimpering as fresh hot tears welled up in my eyes.

"Oh baby" He said kissing me on the forehead. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, just lots of emotions, good ones" I sniffled.

"I'll get you something different to wear"

I sat up slowly. Clutching the top sheet between my legs as Eddie searched through his things to get me some clothes. He handed me an old band T shirt and a pair of sweatpants. "Arms up" He instructed. Lifting my dress over my head he replaced it with the t shirt before moving to my covered lower half. He Removed the top sheet from me shoving it into an already overflowing laundry basket. Setting the sweat pants next to me he went back to his discarded jeans and I raised an eyebrow and then blushed as he smiled while removing my underwear from his pocket.

"Good thing we didn't ruin these huh?"

"Pity" I said grabbing his hands to help me stand up. I wobbled slightly and held onto his shoulders as he bent down so I could step into my underwear and then his sweatpants. "Alright get that cute butt into my bed" He said pointing to the side of his bed closest to the wall. I crawled my way across his bed falling into his pillows curling up into a ball.

Eddie took this time to throw on some comfy clothes himself. He instructed I go pee before laying down. He helped me walk into his little bathroom and waited till I was done to help me back to his bed. I stood and stretched a little while he went to grab an extra spare blanket for us to replace his now cum covered top sheet. Finally sliding under the thick quilt next to me he pulled me into his chest and I held onto him tightly. "I didn't go too far today did I?" He asked stroking my hair.

"No not at all baby" I reassured him. "I would tell you if I didn't like or didn't want to do something I promise"

"Good" He kissed me on the head and continued playing with my hair, and just like the first night together, I fell asleep next to him humming the same song I still didn't recognize.

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✧﹒Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

✧﹒Exhausted Y/N still makes time to see Eddie

✧﹒give credits to @amora-com​ if reblogging!

 I put on my cheer uniform since we were advised that there would be practice today. I applied some vaseline to my lips and finished it off with a ‘pop’

I walked to school, i mean it isn’t really that far.

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“Hey Y/N!” people greeted me along the way, but i was looking for one person. Aaand.. there he is.

People always wondered why we were together, i mean a Hawkins cheerleader with the school’s freak? But we didn’t care, oh no. They’d always think about how Eddie “The freak” Munson had pulled Y/N “A queen of Hawkins high” L/N.

Many Basketball players had asked me out, but i always rejected them. That was because i was in a secret relationship with Eddie.

Just a few weeks later, i said i didn’t care about what other people thought about us, And he was more than happy to tell everyone that we were together.

People often ask me if i’d have enough of his behavior, but i always said no. Everything about him is just perfect.

“Hello sweetheart.” Eddie says with a cheeky smile, lifting me off the ground with a hug.

“Hey Eds, Let me down now.” I giggle.

He gives me a sudden peck on the lips, causing me to jump. He lets out a small ‘hm.’ sound before licking his lips. I couldn’t do anything but grin at him.

“Really love?” I chuckle.

“Mm.. Strawberry isn’t it?”

I hand him the tube of my strawberry lip balm and he again, slithers his hands on my waist, covering my face in kisses. He then finishes it off with a long kiss on the lips.

“Alright, i’ll see you at Hellfire, i might sit in okay? But i’ve got to go now, theres practice.” 

He makes a playful frown. “Alright baby, I’ll see you later.

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I was dragging my body along as i tried to make it to Hellfire. Once i was finally there i exhale and open the door, they had already begun.

“Hey everyone.” i said with pure exhaust.

“Hey Y/N .”they reply, not even turning to look at me as they were too focused on the game.

except for Eddie, he didn’t take his eyes off of me since i went through the door. He patted the space next to him and i throw down my bag and sit down, leaning on him for support.

“You tired?”

“Hell yes.”

“Mmm.”

“Let’s wrap this up for now, is that okay with you guys?” 

Little did i know, he was intensely eyeing every single one of them, basically threatening them to say yes.

“Uh.. Y-YES! yes.. ha..” Dustin says.

They all begin to walk out one by one.

Eddie closed the door and carried my bag for me, seeing that i had no energy to do anything at all.

As we were walking away from the door, he puts his arm around my shoulder, making me lean my head on him.

“Do you wanna sleep over?” He asks.

“Mhm..” I say followed by a yawn.

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We got to his trailer, He made his bed for me before i collapsed on the bed and let out a big groan.

He followed me into his room with a glass of water, making me drink it.

It was about 10 pm and my eyes just felt droopy.

He laid beside me, our feet interlacing and me laying my head on his chest.

“Hm.. you’re exhausted aren’t you.”

“Yeah..”

“You should’ve just went straight home.” He sighs.

“But i wanted to see you.”

“Aw.. my baby.” He cups my cheek and leaves a soft passionate kiss on my lips.

His kisses were heavenly, It was all i ever needed.

The way his lips perfectly molded into mine felt flawless.

“Go to sleep love, you have lots of rest to catch up with.” He says making me chuckle.

“I love you.” 

“I love you more.”

[angeliswriting]

the shower - eddie munson

summary: 18+ after getting soaked in the rain, you break into eddie’s trailer to shower...but then he finds you and things get a little...heated

characters: eddie munson x reader

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, swearing

wc: 1.3K+

note: ok so the writing isn’t great i had the idea and rushed to get it out last night and have only briefly read over it. i’m also not great at writing smut as i have had barely any practice butttt hopefully this isn’t too awful as i’ve had a couple other ideas for eddie...

It wasn’t uncommon for you to break into Eddie’s trailer when he wasn’t there. Usually, when you did break in, you’d just wait around for him, watch television or go hunting for his stash.

Today, however, you were a complete mess. You had decided to skip gym that afternoon because you hated getting all gross and sweaty, but while you were walking to Eddie’s it had started to rain, hard. To make matters worse, when you were only a few yards away, you had slipped and covered yourself in mud.

You hated not having a car.

You’d let yourself into the trailer, dumping your muddy jacket on the floor by the door, and headed straight to the bathroom to see how bad you looked.

You looked awful. Truly. Your hair soaked, hanging in limp, dripping tendrils over your shoulders, mud smeared on your neck, on your clothes. Groaning, you began to undress, turning the shower on. Eddie always took ages to get home anyway, so you were sure you’d be out of the shower long before he turned up.

Today, however, Eddie didn’t take forever to get home.

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Eddie was used to coming home to an empty trailer, coming home to silence. He was used to spending his evenings kicking bag with a beer and having a smoke, practicing guitar and watching television until he fell asleep.

What he wasn’t used to was coming home to the sound of running water.

Or finding a girl in his shower.

He didn’t mean to look. Of course he didn’t. He wouldn’t like it if someone peeked at him when he was showering. But the bathroom door was open…and who the hell was in his shower?

And then he saw you.

You had your back to the door, unaware that there was anyone else in the trailer, running your hands over your wet hair as you stood under the hot water. Eddie stood, watching the water run down your spine, over your ass, down your thighs…he didn’t realise he was staring until you turned around and screamed.

“Eddie!”

His hands immediately flew to his face, covering his eyes. “Shit, sorry!”

“What are you doing?!”

“What are you doing? Why the hell are you in my shower?”

“I got caught in the rain…and then I slipped in the mud…”

He laughed then, his hand falling away from his eyes as he said, “you fell in the mud?”

“Eddie!” you yelled, covering your body with your arms as best as you could.

“Sorry! Sorry,” he laughed again, turning his back on you. “Hurry up though, I could do with a shower myself.”

“Uh huh, yeah, just go away while I finish up, will you?”

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Fifteen minutes later, and you were still in the shower.

Fifteen minutes, and Eddie still couldn’t get the image of you out of his head. The curve of your ass, of your thighs… He had always had a bit of a crush on you, and for years the two of you had always flirted with each other, but he’d never taken it seriously. Never let himself take it seriously. But you were burned into his mind now. He couldn’t think of anything else.

And you were taking to damn long in that shower.

“Are you nearly done in there?” he called, knocking on the bathroom door.

Silence.

He knocked again.

“If you don’t hurry up, I’m just gonna come in anyway. You’re gonna use up all our hot water.”

Silence.

“Oh, for fucks sake.”

He wandered down the hall, running his hands through his hair. He couldn’t walk in on you, he wouldn’t…but you were using up the hot water…and the silence? If you could slip in mud, you could slip in the shower…

No, no he couldn’t, he couldn’t.

He did.

“I’m coming in!”

“Eddie!”

“You’re taking too long! Get out!”

“No.”

He sighed. He wasn’t going to look at you when you were naked, he’d already pushed the boundaries by coming into the bathroom while you were showering. “Please, just get out. There’s a towel on the rack you can use.”

“No.”

“I need to shower as well, y/n.”

For a moment all he heard was the running water. And then:

“So come join me.”

Four words. Four words that had his heart in his throat, unable to breathe.

Join me.

He turned round to face you, to find you watching him with a soft smile on your face, and a wicked glint in your eyes.

And then his gaze dipped, following the running water as it flowed over your peaked breasts, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Fuck.”

And suddenly he was shucking off his clothes, and you were grabbing his arm to pull him under the water with you, feeling his skin burning against yours.

Twisting one hand into the hair at the back of his head, your other hand on his jaw, you pulled his face to yours, claiming his mouth in a warm, wet kiss. And it took a moment, but then he was kissing you back, his hands on your waist, your hips, your ass, biting down on your lower lip, begging for access.

You couldn’t get enough, each point where your bodies meet felt like fire, and you wanted to feel all of him, wanted him on you, in you, part of you forever.

And he was biting down on your neck and sucking on your skin hard enough to leave a mark; and he pushed you against the shower wall, the cold of the tile making you gasp; and he reached toward that spot between your legs, sliding two fingers between your folds before bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean.

Watching him suck your juices off his fingers almost made you come undone right there and then.

You groaned, your nails digging into his shoulders, his back, as he pushed himself up against you, his hard length pressing against your stomach. He shuddered when you took him into your hand, running your thumb over the head of his shaft. Barely giving you chance to stroke him more than a few times, his fingers gripped your thighs, hoisting you up the wall, your body shaking with anticipation. Dragging the tip of his cock against your entrance, his eyes met yours, begging for permission. You pressed your lips to his, and the kiss is desperate, full of neediness, a whispered plea against his mouth.

“I want all of you Eddie.”

He slid into you, a string of curses falling out of his mouth, followed by your name.

Your name, the only thing he could think of, repeating it over and over as he felt you clench around  him, a silent prayer on his lips.

You felt like you were on fire, you were aware of every part of him, could feel every inch that stretched into you, became one with you, stilling as he spoke your name over and over and over. Just the two of you wrapped up in each other, frozen but for the running water.

And then he began to move.

Slow, gentle at first, building to steady thrusting, getting more rough each time he entered you. He held you tight; you could feel bruises forming where he gripped you, and you swore your nails were close to breaking his skin from where you held on as you rode him.

When he brought his hand down to your core, pressing the pad of his finger against that sensitive bud, your eyes rolled back into your head. He drew circles onto your clit and the overstimulation alongside the steady thrusting brought you right to the edge.

“Fuck, Eddie, shit that’s so good-“

“Fuck…y/n…” he slurred, his thrusts becoming faster, more jerky and ridged as he came close to his climax.

“Eddie, oh, I’m nearly there, baby, I’m gonna… I’m gonna-“

“Me too, princess, c’mon sweetheart, I wanna feel you spill yourself all over me. C’mon, princess, you can do it babe…”

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if you’re reading this then let me know if you want more eddie because i’ve had a few other ideas for eddie fics...

will take requests, i think my asks are open :)