#neighbor!robin buckley x reader

[lightvixxen]

Ms. Buckley going inside with you during the BBQ and fingering you for the first time while the party goes on outside. You elected not to wear panties with the sundress, hoping she'd take advantage of it. 🥴😵‍💫🥴😵‍💫🥴😵‍💫

From this post, this accidentally became slightly smutty so…reader is 18+!

Shes so😵‍💫😵‍💫 you had asked her if you could tell her a secret, leaning in and cupping your hands around her ear you whispered “I’m not wearing any panties” and did this innocent little fucking giggle and Robin snapped

She grabbed your wrist tight asking you to show her were the bathroom was, despite having been in your house countless times. She dragged you to your bedroom, pushing you to lay against the bed. Hovering over you she let her fingers travel under your dress, shaking her head once she felt how wet you were.

“You really get off on this? Teasing me? Acting all fucking innocent while your bare under this dress?” You had a wicked smile, finally having her right where you want her.

“More than you know Ms.- ohmygod!” She cut you off with a quick glide of her fingers against your clit, sinking one finger inside of you quickly after that.

“Shut up and be good for once, and don’t think for a second I won’t leave you like this.”

[xspeter]

soon :)

[robinsno1lesbian]

𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫!𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

(𝐫.𝐛. 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

neighbor!robin x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: living next to robin buckley...heaven on earth

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1673

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+!!) , fingering, oral, strap on, pet names, praise kink, very brief mention of mommy kink, no beta read (let me know if i missed anything <3)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is heavily inspired by @lightvixxen ‘s concept! definitely check out their page for more neighbor!robin x reader content! <3 the ending is a bit rushed so if you need more content there is a part 2 :)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you thought you had it all figured out: great job, nice house…a good life.

that is until your new neighbor moves in next door: robin buckley.

the first time you ever see her is when she’s carrying heavy boxes into her new house.

she’s wearing a muscle shirt and loose pants.

you can see the muscles on her arm flexing as she’s picking up multiple heavy-looking boxes at once.

she lets out somewhat of a grunt as she lifts them up.

that catches your attention. you can’t help but watch from your lawn, biting your lip as your eyes wander over her athletic figure.

you didn’t even think it was possible to feel this kind of attraction towards women. you aren’t supposed to feel this way. not for women and especially not for your new, older neighbor.

of course it doesn’t take long until robin notices you too.

you sure are an eye-catcher; wearing short dresses as you’re reading books in your garden, spreading your legs wider when you feel robin’s gaze upon you.

it does take some time for you to fully understand what you’re doing or why you’re doing it…

....why you like the way she eyes your body, why you like to have her attention on you.

but there’s definitely something between the two of you…a cat and mouse game if you will.

your clothes get shorter, the looks linger for longer, robin spends more and more time in her garden to do god knows what.

all you know is that she looks good doing it.

doing work in her garden, mowing her lawn in nothing but a pair of shorts in a sports bra, her skin glistening sweaty under the hot sun.

in return for all the hard work she’s doing all day, you leave the curtains open when you change at night.

allowing her to see you getting undressed.

and you don’t stop there.

because that night is also the first night you and robin take it further than just longing stares across the fence…

your eyes never leave hers as you drop onto the bed and spread your legs for her, arching your back at the very first contact your fingers make with your throbbing entrance.

and that night is just the beginning.

because when you get back from grocery shopping the next day, robin is already waiting for you.

"that looks heavy. let me help you"

just like that, she's inside of your house, carrying your groceries for you.

you don't even have enough time to put them in their place, before robin has you pressed up against your kitchen counter...

kicking your legs apart as she's kissing your neck harshly

"you love teasing me don't you? think you can just fuck yourself with your curtains open? and you enjoyed every second of it too didn`t you? such a dirty girl...such a fucking slut"

you don't understand how her words could have such an impact on you.

but your legs shake and you feel yourself clenching around nothing

and, oh her raspy voice is making this so much worse

"you want me this bad, don't you? so desperate for me..." and she fucking chuckles right at your face.

and before you can help it, her touch is gone and she's stepping out of your space.

"maybe another time pretty girl"

and with that she's gone, leaving you dripping wet and needy for her.

after that first little incident, there is nothing holding you back anymore.

you would walk through your room topless, knowing robin is watching you from her window. you would go out without panties underneath, bending over for robin to see while she's outside. moaning her name through the night, knowing damn well your window is open only for her to hear.

one night you're being particularly loud when you see a shadow outside your window.

you immediately stop when you notice robin's presence.

you are all naked, spread out on your bed with your neighbor towering over you.

"w-what are you- you can't be here" you stutter.

"oh, but you were calling for me weren't you...?"

but all robin is really here for is to finally break that damn circle of constant teasing.

she would never admit it but she wants you just as bad

"now don't stop just because I'm here...you wanted this, didn't you?"

she sits down on the edge of your bed, the mattress bouncing under the extra weight of hers.

and when you can't help but nod, a desperate whine coming from your lips, she gestures for you to continue.

oh but it doesn't end when your first orgasm rushes through you.

"i don't remember telling you to stop"

and just like that, robin coaxes some of the best orgasms out of you, without even touching you herself.

but when she finally, finally touches you...it's literal heaven on earth.

it happens at one of your parents' annual bbq gatherings. they tend to invite the whole neighborhood and so -obviously- robin is gonna be there.

so of course you pick out a tiny little dress to wear.

when robin first see you approaching, she really can't help it but stare at the way the material looks on you, tightly clinging to your body in all the right ways.

but when you lean it close and whisper into her ear, that is when she loses it.

"i'm not wearing any panties. i thought you would like to know"

you knew you would get a reaction out of her, but little did you know what kind of reaction...

not even 2 minutes later, you're laying on your bed and robin is straddling your hips and pushing that pretty little dress up your legs

you don't miss the way her eyes go just a tiny bit wider when she feels the wetness that has pooled between your legs.

"this really turns you on huh? acting all innocent out there while you aren't wearing anything underneath that pretty dress of yours..."

before you have the chance to tell her how this is exactly what you've wanted ever since she moved in, robin flicks her fingers over your clit and your mind goes blank.

shortly after that, two of her fingers are buried knuckle-deep inside of you and she's fucking you exactly the way you've always imagined

neighbor!robin definitely has a mommy kink, like 100%!!

her fingers have the ability to make you see stars already but her mouth...

(besides the fact that she can easily multitask and whisper the filthiest things in your ear, all while fingering you through multiple orgasms)

she is a pro when it comes to going down on you

she could literally eat you out for hours, praising your pussy as she does so.

"oh, you taste so good. all for me"

robin is so fucking possessive over you and you love it

she will use every opportunity she can get to remind you that she's the only one who could ever make you feel this good

"all of this just for me doll? yeah? all mine, only mine"

robin loves to tease you, to remind you that you're practically her little fuck toy.

so it doesn't even surprise you to feel her palm on your thigh when she's visiting your place to have dinner with you.

but when dinner is over and robin explains that she's gonna need you to show her where the bathroom is, it's even worse.

suddenly you're shoved against the wall and robin's fingers are pounding into you while she's standing behind you, holding you against the door by your hair.

"be quiet or they might hear what a slut they've raised"

you love it when robin takes you with her strap.

the first time it happens, you're at her place and she makes you ride it for her while she's holding back your hair in somewhat of a makeshift ponytail.

but she's such a tease and won't move her hips the way you want her to, leaving you without any other choice but to grind down on it.

her hand on your hipbone keeps you still, restricting any further movement.

and she wouldn’t stop, not until you’re a squirming, begging mess for her.

begging her to finally fuck you the way you need her to.

“what do you want pretty girl? want me to fuck you? then say it baby. use your manners…”

you’re far too desperate to be embarrassed about the obscene noises that come from your lips.

however, it’s all worth it when robin begins rolling her hips up to meet your skin.

oh, how robin loves to watch your face whenever she hits that spot that makes you whimper im pleasure.

if she could, she would watch you cum on her strap for hours.

speaking of fucking you with her strap; neither of you will ever forget the time she took you in front of her full length mirror

her hand is yanking you back by the hair, while she’s pounding into you from behind.

“open your eyes doll, look at yourself. oh you can’t? am i fucking you this good?”

robin loves your tits. she’s literally obsessed. she will use any chance she can get to put them in her mouth. any other time she will just stare at them, especially at inconvenient times.

you are about to go out with friends and guess what? robin is watching from her window, eyes focused on your chest.

you are having dinner together? her gaze keeps wandering lower and lower until she’s just shamelessly gaping at your breasts.

robin loves to mock you while she’s inside you.

she knows damn well she has the ability to make you forget your own name with how good she fucks you.

so whenever you start babbling sweet nothings, she will make fun of you.

“oh you liked that…? when i touch you there?”

and as if that’s not enough, she chuckles in your ear.

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[loeyparker]

safe - e.m. 1/3

summary: you and eddie see eachother for the first time after you broke the friendship to protect him from the upside down

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings: mentions of drugs, strong language, mentions of violence, throwing things

tags: no s4 spoilers, friends to enemies to lovers-ish, angst

a/n: i would die for each and everyone of u who supported this, no joke

(  NEXT CHAPTER  )

Eddie Munson sat on a lounge chair by the pool, unlit cigarette hanging by the corner of his mouth. His metal lunchbox stood by his boots, on the stoned ground. His right leg bounced up and down with quickness, his fingers fiddled with the rings on his right hand.

Strands of uncombed, curly hair fell in his face, covering a portion of his darkened eyes. He sat slouched, elbows resting on his knees.

His eyes were locked on the crowd inside the house, which could be clearly seen through the glass double doors leading to the pool.

“Man, what you dressed as?” A dull voice drew out, approaching the boy.

Eddie pursed his lips in annoyance.

From inside the house, Michael Jackson’s Beat It played loudly and unforgiving of the neighbors who might had been trying to sleep.

“Just a guy on business, man. You want something?” Eddie monotonously asked, already bored of the entire ordeal. While he was used to parties, used to the motions of attending them just to sell his stuff for an easy buck, on that particular night Eddie was annoyed.

“Yeah, lemme see how much cash I got. Hold on.”

Eddie wasn’t sure what had annoyed him exactly.

Maybe it was the simple fact that he was attending a party of ’85 graduates – he was supposed to be one of them, but fate wanted him to go through the motions of senior year for three years in a row instead of two.

Or, maybe, it was the call he’d gotten a few hours prior from The Hideout’s management, canceling his band’s performance of the week for another stupid event. It wasn’t as if missing a week of performing would realistically damage his band in any way, but Eddie hated when his plans were derailed.

But truthfully, what had annoyed Eddie Munson the most that night was seeing you in the crowd of the party, dancing to Michael Jackson with Steve Harrington – and Robin Buckley, but Eddie honestly hadn’t seen her.

Eddie grabbed his stash, opening the box with a screech of the rusted metal. “The ounce is 50.” He spoke, glancing at the jock ahead of him.

“Ah, man. How much is half?”

“25.” Eddie sniffled, the cold of the night getting to him.

As the jock dug around his pockets more, Eddie found his eyes drifting back to the crowd – back to you.

Despite there being about ten other people crammed around you, Eddie’s eyes found your shape with ease and quickness. But, to Eddie’s defense, it was hard not to spot you.

A strapped white dress laid tight over your body, its satin fabric shining slightly in the lights of the living room. A diamond diadem was on top of your head, over the now straight locks of hair. From the crown of your head, blood traced over the sides of your face, past your nose and over your lips, all the way down your neck. Some trickles of blood went into your exposed cleavage, others stained over your dress completely.

Eddie knew immediately that you were dressed as Carrie.

His eyes could only seem to focus on the way your hips swayed to the music, on your hair wildly flailing around as you moved, on the way you leaned with each beat.

Beat it, and you were leaning backwards, head thrown back, neck on display – Steve Harrington leaning forward and closer to you.

Beat it, and you leaned forward, chest down, shoulders moving, lower lip in-between your teeth, biting back a smile – Steve leaned backwards, head thrown as he laughed.

Beat it, and you leaned back again, this time laughing. It seemed as if you and Steve had an entire routine down, and Eddie couldn’t help but scoff. The way you danced was effortless and mesmerizing – but Eddie expected no less, especially since he’d seen you dance in his trailer countless times before. You had also been a cheerleader in high school, so it was not surprising that your moves managed to get the attention of everyone in the vicinity.

His eyes met yours after you’d been spun by Robin and it felt like the world ceased to spin for a moment. The song faded from both your ears, Eddie couldn’t hear the jock trying to buy half an ounce from him, you couldn’t feel Tina bumping into you on the dance floor.

Eddie wore a black hoodie with a jean vest on top. His bangs covered a portion of his eyes, along with a couple of loose strands falling out of the hood. He was brooding and he was far from you, but when your eyes met it felt as if he was breathing down your neck. Your chest tightened, your knees buckled and he didn’t tear his gaze away from you.

Sweet Dreams began playing throughout the house, its imposing bass bringing your feet back on the ground.

With his eyes on you, Eddie then rose his left hand to his shoulder, tapping it lightly with his index finger. Instinctively, you touched your own right shoulder, feeling it too bare, all of a sudden. With your thumb resting on your collar bone and the rest of your fingers gently brushing over the exposed shoulder, you realized the strap of your dress had slipped down.

Eddie smirked – a small, almost unnoticeable movement of his mouth and yet, a motion that made the apples of your cheeks to grow slightly hotter. Quickly, you pulled your dress back up, broke eye contact with Eddie and pushed your way out of the dance floor and towards the kitchen – you were in desperate need of a drink.

Steve Harrington followed you.

“Got the money, man?” Eddie mumbled, the cigarette pressing against his lips. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled a beat-up lighter and lit his cigarette. The lighter clanked when he shut its lid.

“Yeah, yeah, right here.” The jock handed Eddie two bills – a 20 and a 5. Eddie shoved them in his pocket, then handed the blond guy a bag, no words exchanged. “Thanks, man.” The bag was snatched out of the metalhead’s hand, and the jock disappeared back inside the house.

Eddie rubbed a hand over his face, cigarette butt between his fingers. The smoke veiled his nose and burnt the back of his throat, but he didn’t mind it. He was used to it – loved it. Glancing at his watch, he tried to justify his sudden need to leave the party. He’d only been there for half an hour; it was crazy that he was already bored.

But maybe seeing you with Harrington was enough to push him over the edge.

Deep in thought, hand over his face, Eddie didn’t hear heels clanking against the pavement, approaching him with determination.

“You okay?” Your voice made him freeze. Ash from his cigarette hit the ground and he could feel his heart beats making the veins in his neck pump harder. His hard trailed down his neck as he supported his head, glancing up at you.

He scoffed. “Yeah, just, uh,” he trailed off, a bitter smile on his lips. A short sizzling sound filled the air as he took a drag out of his cigarette, blowing smoke up in the air.

“What?” Your lips parted and a chill ran down your spine. The October air was unkind to your Halloween attire, but you refused to go back inside.

Eddie raised his eyebrows comically, the corners of his mouth turned down, he shrugged. With a head shake, he looked away from you. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He finally asked, tone condescending.

“I come with a peace offering.” You smiled softly, holding up two cans of Eddie’s favorite beer. Again, he puffed and looked away from you in disbelief. The beer was an olive branch he was unsure of grabbing, especially after what happened the last time you two spoke.

“Thought you wanted me to leave you alone.” His voice was stoic, low.

You pursed your lips, taking a slow step closer to him. “I’m sorry, I was…” you switched your weight from one foot to the other. “I was young, and stupid, and,”

“Power hungry?” Eddie bit back. “Conformist? Fake?”

You looked away, eyes pointed towards the starry sky. There was a hollow feeling in your chest, only becoming deeper as Eddie spoke. You didn’t blame Eddie for viewing you that way. From his point of view, you stopped being his friend soon after making the cheer team and becoming friends with Steve Harrington and the popular crowd.  

You went from hanging out on a daily basis, to Eddie not seeing you for almost a month. You had stopped answering his calls and he was sick of your mom answering the phone and telling him some phony excuse – oh, Eddie, darling; she’s at Nancy’s, you just missed her. She’s at the Byers, poor them. She’s got cheer practice today, won’t be home ‘till late.

He was sick of it, especially because he knew it was all bullshit.

On the day you were supposed to be at practice, he saw you in town buying bear traps with Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler. When he was told you were at Nancy’s, he saw you in Byers’ car late at night, driving through the town.

And then school was closed for a week due to a gas leak, and you had dropped off the face of the Earth. He sometimes drove past your house in the hope of seeing you, but your curtains were always shut, light never on. Unbeknown to him, you had spent the entire week either by Will’s side at the hospital, or with Mike, who was upset over Eleven “dying”. Being Will’s babysitter, you felt personally responsible for the boy’s disappearance. You had been with Eddie that night, at a concert in Indianapolis – how could you not feel guilty?

But Eddie didn’t know any of that, and you decided you were never going to tell him. The Upside Down, the government’s involvement – it was all too much, too dangerous. Unmarked cars had followed you for a month after the entire ordeal, secret agents watching your every move.

And you couldn’t have Eddie involved in all that.

So, you avoided him for as long as possible. You started sitting at the jock’s table with Steve and Nancy, your spot at his table remaining empty. Jonathan started driving you to school and you spent your free time in the library or at practice. You avoided his eyes at lunch and turned from him in the hallways.

You called him a freak and told him to leave you alone on the day he tried to confront you about your behavior.

“The fuck is up with you?” Eddie frowned, letting go of your arm. You backed away, heart racing.

“I just think we should just focus on our social groups and status.” You spoke after taking a deep breath. “We’re different people now, we’re not kids anymore.”

“You wanna stop being friends, is that it?” Eddie frowned, rising up to his feet. He towered over you with ease, and you straightened your back, keeping his gaze.

“Yes.”

Both your stomachs dropped at your words.

Your nose and throat stung as you watched Eddie’s gaze turn sour, his lips settling into a scowl. He had never looked at you like that, in all the years of knowing you. In his eyes, in that moment, you saw nothing but disgust.

“Fine.” He had simply said.

You gave him a sharp nod and quickly turned around, eyes focused on Jonathan waiting for you in his car. He had seen the entire interaction and watched you with concerned eyes – but he also understood. “Don’t think for one fuckin’ second I would want to be friends with the new mean, popular conformist sheep of Hawkins High, anyway!” Eddie yelled after you, his voice becoming higher and croaky.

You got into Jonathan’s car without sparing Eddie another glance, and tears spewed down your cheeks the moment you were out of the school’s parking lot.

You had managed to last two years without talking to Eddie.

Two years during which your anxiety worsened, your popularity increased and the Upside Down became more threatening.

“Yeah,” You gave a weak chuckle, eyes back on Eddie. “I guess.” Music still blared from inside. You could only focus on the way the pool lights danced over his features. He had matured since the last time you’d seen him up-close. His jaw was more defined, cheeks more sculpted.

A moment of silence passed between you two as he took another drag. There was a slit in your dress, he noticed. It allowed his eyes to wonder up your barely exposed thigh – and you watched him look.

“What changed?” He asked, eyes snapping up at yours.

The gate closed, you thought. And you missed him. But, quite frankly, you were also exhausted. Exhausted of running away from your feelings for the boy and from the anxieties of your new reality and you needed an escape.

“Suddenly gained back consciousness?” Eddie continued – which actually pissed you off. He was condescending and mean and yeah, you might have hurt him two years ago, but you did it to save him. You saved him and you suffered and he thought you were some mean, brainwashed girl.

And in that moment, your exhaustion and stubbornness overpowered your lingering feelings for your once best friend. You placed the beer cans on a small glass table by the chairs. Your arms folded to your chest, fake blood smearing off your hands and onto the white, satin dress. “I wanna buy.” You spoke, clearing your voice. “Not weed, something stronger.”

Eddie frowned.

Bending forward, he pushed the cigarette into the ground, putting it out. “No.” He spoke, looking up at you through his fringe.

Your eyes widened slightly, lips parted. “What?”

“I’m not selling you shit.”

A bitter laugh left your mouth. Your tongue ran over your bottom lip and Eddie watched your every move. “Wow, you hate me that much, huh? Did I hurt your ego so bad that you can’t let go of a fight two years later?”

With a sharp move, Eddie got up on his feet.

He towered over you with ease, despite the heels on your feet. His eyes were stoic, harsh. One step, and his chest almost touched yours. Your feet remained plastered on the ground, not being intimidated by the man in the slightest.

On the contrary, you were comforted.

His presence was something you had missed, his proximity craved. Having his cologne and smoky breath filling your senses once more was a high you didn’t know you longed for until then.

“Do you even know me, at all?” Eddie whispered, eyes studying your face. Since last seeing you, a scar appeared on the left side of your temple, your eyes darkened. Your lips got plumper, your perfume sweeter.

“Better than I know myself.” You replied, chest rising up and down with more intensity.

Eddie tutted, shaking his head. “I don’t think you do.” His tongue ran over his lips. “I think you have me confused for Harrington.” He spat, bitterly. And then his right hand cupped your face, thumb and index finger pressing into your cheeks, holding your face in place. You tried to move in annoyance, but he didn’t let you. “If I hated you, I would’ve taken you to my place, sold you my strongest shit for easy cash. But I don’t hate you, do I?” His fingers pressed harder, eyes stuck on yours. “That’s the problem, Y/L/N. I don’t hate you.” He let go of your face with quickness, taking a step back.

He bent down to pick up his lunchbox as you took in a deep breath.

“I need the drugs, Eddie.” You pleaded, watching his every move. “Don’t make me beg.”

Eddie sucked in a deep breath. “Go back to the party, Y/N.” He walked past you without a second glance, and you found yourself reaching out for him. Upon the contact he paused, back turned to you.

“Just this once, and then you’ll never see me again. Please.”

“I can’t.”

You let go of his arm, taking a step back. “Great.” You laughed bitterly. “Great. You won’t take my beer, won’t sell me drugs…I’m out of options here.”

“Y/N, what’s this about?” Eddie frowned, turning to you once again.

You laughed.

He grew worried.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, the movement exaggerated, comical even. Your arms flailed sideways, then met in a clap. “I guess I just need something to fill the big, black hole in my chest.” You laughed again, finding the situation genuinely funny. "Drugs seem like the only option at this point, and you have 'em!"

Eddie, on the other hand, was worried. He’d never seen you like that. And while you hurt him deeply two years prior, he couldn’t stop caring about you. No matter what he did, you were always on his mind and part of him always believed you’d return to him.

He just never thought it��d be like this.

“Wanna come with me?” He found himself asking. He couldn’t tell if you were drunk, or high on something – or genuinely upset. He just knew you couldn’t be left alone in that moment.

You took his hand with no hesitation, and he walked you to his van.

Inside, you almost sunk into the seat. You had spent so much time in that seat before, that just being inside Eddie’s van felt like home. Tears stung your eyes as Eddie revved the ignition, and so you had to turn away.

Eddie didn’t know what to say.

He just couldn’t believe you were in his van again, and you were wearing the prettiest dress in the world, looking breathtakingly gorgeous.

"Sorry I'm acting crazy." You mumbled, eyes on the view outside. "I'm just a little bit overwhelmed, you know? Still mentally stuck at Starcourt."

Eddie pursed his lips. He also felt stuck there, to some extent.

Eddie had been close to the mall that night, dealing out of his van to some jock.

He watched as three firetrucks rode by, followed by around five or six ambulances. He saw the helicopters in the sky and the large, army-looking trucks passing just moments after the emergency vehicles. The jock ran to his own car and drove off, scared by the commotion, by the army presence and the weed in his possession.

Eddie, on the other hand, followed the vehicles out of nothing but morbid curiosity because – what now? What could cause such a scene in the small, quiet Hawkins, less than a year after the disappearance of the century?

Arriving at Starcourt, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

The large mall stood burning, covered in the flashing lights of emergency vehicles. There were soldiers surrounding the outskirts of the place, with firemen and paramedics rushing among them. 

He saw Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers getting into an ambulance, he saw a bloodied Steve Harrington clutching a blanket over his shoulders, protectively standing by someone’s side – by your side, more specifically.

You were sitting in an ambulance, feet dangling over the wet ground. Eddie remembers the feeling in his chest, the hollowness and panic that overcame him at your sight. A paramedic was checking your wounds, another placed a deep blue blanket over your shoulders. Eddie left his van with quickness, feet carrying him towards you mindlessly. His hair was dampening in the rain, his socks got wet as his sneakers stepped into puddles.

He couldn't understand what you were doing there, couldn't understand how you sustained your injuries. You looked like hell - exhausted and covered in blood.

Eddie was desperate to get to you that night, but two soldiers stopped him before he could get close. And all he could do was watch as you spoke to Joyce Byers, then burst into tears. Steve wrapped his arms around you in an instant, and you sobbed into his shoulder, hands clutching onto his shirt.

The sounds of your sobs along with the sirens and the helicopters flying up above were sounds that hunted Eddie to this day.

Back in the van with you by his side, Eddie sighed. "I get it." Was all he could mutter. "It's okay to act crazy sometimes, though." He added after a brief moment of silence.

"Is it?"

"Hell yeah. It releases tension." The boy glanced at you quickly, eyes meeting once again. He felt short of breath. "I act crazy all the time, and aren't I carefree?" Eddie joked further.

You puffed. "Very carefree." Eddie nodded. "Never angry."

"Never." He frowned jokingly, looking at you again.

You smiled.

"I might be biased, though." He spoke back up, not looking away from you. The van had stopped at a red light, so he could focus on you entirely. "You know how attracted I am to craziness."

Pursing your glossy lips, you looked down at your lap. A blush threatened to form on your cheeks as you felt Eddie's gaze on you. Time had caused you to forget just how intoxicating his gaze was, and now that you had it once again, you felt strange. Nervous.

Giddy almost.

“Do you still listen to Blondie?” He changed the subject when the light turned green.

“Yeah.” You quickly cleared your throat before turning to Eddie. “But, can I tell you a secret?” You asked, biting your lip.

Eddie glanced at you quickly, before looking back at the road. “Of course.”

“I started listening to Black Sabbath, too.”

Eddie almost crashed the car into a couple of trashcans on the side of the road. “You did not!” He exclaimed, wide eyes looking at you.

You laughed. “I did!”

“And?” He drew out, expectantly.

“And they’re not half bad.”

Eddie drummed his hands on the wheel, causing your grin to widen. He was also smiling and for a moment, it was as if nothing bad had happened between you. “Not half bad?” He exclaimed theatrically. “They’re one of the greatest bands of our generation!”

“Eh, they’re no Beatles.” You teased, head leaning back into the seat, eyes on Eddie.

“I’ll crash the car right now.” He joked, making you laugh. And he couldn’t help but allow his eyes to linger on you for a second too long because man, you were pretty. And his heart only ached, knowing that you were probably in love with Harrington and you had only talked to Eddie to get drugs.

His mood soured at the thought and he was suddenly glad your house was close to Tina’s. The drive from the party to your home hadn’t taken longer than ten minutes, and he decided this would be the last time he’d be in your vicinity. Because within ten minutes, you managed to have him wrapped around your finger again and he knew – he knew that once you sobered up the next day, you’d go back to your pristine life and forget about him again.

He couldn’t go through senior year again, again and again. It was enough that he had to repeat the damn year at school, he didn’t wanna do it emotionally as well.

"Why are we at my house?" You asked, confused.

Eddie sighed. "You're upset, and messed up. I couldn’t exactly leave you at the party.” He gripped the steering wheel as he pulled onto your driveway – something he used to do so often long before.

“Wow, thanks.” You snapped, then opened the door.

Eddie was quick to lean over you, shutting the door back up. “What the fuck?” You retorted, feeling his chest against your thighs.

“Why did you come up to me tonight?” He asked, sitting back in his spot. “Was it really just for drugs? I have to know.”

“Maybe I missed you.”

“That’s bullshit.” He puffed, rolling his eyes.

“What? Is that so hard to believe?” Your voice rose slightly.

“Uh, yeah, since you were the one who dumped me!”

“I didn’t dump you!” You grabbed a cassette off his dashboard, chucking it at the man. He dodged with ease.

“You threw me to the curb because, what? You found out Harrington was better? Popularity tasted better than being associated with the freak?” His voice boomed.  

“Steve has nothing to do with this!”

Eddie laughed bitterly. “Right, go ahead, defend him.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You scoffed. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am messed up, since I thought talking to you would be a good idea.” And again, you turned towards the door.

“That’s right, go. Run, as always.”

Your hand froze on the handle as anger bubbled in your chest. “For the record, I don’t run. I never ran from anything in my life.”

“Yeah, only from one thing.”

It seemed as if Eddie had a firing shot for everything you said – and he did. Because the fight had been brewing for two years, along with the tension caused by unspoken words. There were many things on Eddie Munson’s mind, and he wanted to say them all. “From me.”

Another cassette flew his way.

“I didn’t run from you! I saved you!” You shouted, angry.

“From what? Having to attend your cheer competitions? Meeting your popular friends?” He shouted back, equally angry.

“Oh my God! There’s more to life than high school shit! This isn’t about social status, you asshole! I saved your fuckin’ life!” Another cassette. “Saved you from death!” Another cassette was in the air, when Eddie grabbed both your wrists into his hands.

“What are you talking about?” His face was inches from you, hair unruly from the hood that had slipped off.

The cassette fell out of your hand and onto his lap.

“I don’t wanna fight you, okay?” Your voice became quiet all of a sudden – yet, your chest still moved with quickness. “You gotta understand that all I wanted was for you to be safe.”

“Safe from what?” His hands then let go of your wrists, instead moving to hold your face, thumbs resting by the corners of your mouth. With free hands, you placed them over his wrists, overwhelmed by the proximity. "Talk to me, Y/N. Just for once, talk."

“From bad stuff, okay? Safe from life threatening stuff.”

“You’re involved in life threatening stuff?” His thumbs gently went over your bottom lip as you nodded. “You don’t have to protect me, Indiana Jones.” You let out a short laugh at his nickname, causing the inkling of a smile to thug at his own lips. “If you’re involved, I’m simply involved by association. There’s no you without me, remember? And vice versa.”

You shook your head. “Not with this. I can handle myself, but you’re just a nerd with a guitar.” You joked, sly smile on your lips.

He chuckled. “And you’re a dancer with pompons.” His eyes moved from your eyes to your lips, then back up.

“Who kicks ass.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Oh, you do?”

“Mhm. I’m sort of a…Wonder Woman out in the field.”

The right corner of his mouth turned upwards. His thumbs still stroked over your lips, pressing onto them ever so slightly. His eyes, as they traced your features, landed on a scar that stood on the left side of your temple. It had yet to heal and suddenly, Eddie felt the hidden heaviness of your words.

His mind flashed back to Starcourt, then to Hopper’s funeral for a brief moment, and he remembered the bandages on your right arm, the busted lip, the bruises and scars on your face. Most had healed by Halloween, but they still lingered on his mind.

“Tell me what’s going on.” He asked.

You shook your head, hands leaving his wrists.

“Please, I wanna help.”

You shook your head again, pulling away from his touch.

“Who hurt you last summer?” Eddie asked as his hands fell off your face.

“I can’t, Eddie.” Your voice cracked as you opened the passenger’s door. “Just, forget we talked.” You spoke as you left his van, rushing up the stairs to your house, without sparing him another glance.

And Eddie could only sit and watch you run from him again, just as you had done two years prior, after breaking your friendship.

Only this time, Eddie wasn’t going to let you go.

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

Boobies!

Kinktober 2023 - Day 6

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Kink: Body Worship

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Robin comes over on a hot day because your parents are home and you two find a great way to pass the time.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, vaginal fingering, breast worship, loving sex, hickies, slight nipple play), soft!Reader, soft!Robin, two idiots in love, lots of fluff

a/n: Here is day 6! I hope you all enjoy this fic! I had a lot of fun writing it and I love Robin so much! I hope I did her justice!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

You were lounging on the couch in just a bra and shorts as the Indiana heat ran ramped through your house even with the AC on but it didn’t seem to be helping so you were laid out on the crappy leather couch your parents bought when leather was still in style. You hummed to the music coming from the radio as you flipped through Vogue when the doorbell startled you from your heat induced daze. You got off the couch, the leather sticking to your bare skin slightly as you got up. You walked to the door and opened it up revealing your somewhat sweaty girlfriend, Robin, and she smiled as her eyes landed on you. 

Her eyes widened as she realized that you were just in a lace bra and shorts and she gaped. “Baby, you’re practically naked. I don’t want the neighbors seeing you.” Robin rambled as she pushed you inside and closed the door. 

“Robs, no one is stupid enough to be outside right now.” You giggled and pulled her up the stairs and to your room. Your parents were out of town so you and Robin had the place to yourselves. You opened the door and she dragged you in before kicking it shut and she kissed you passionately. You smiled against her lips as she cupped your face and you two fell back on the bed. You pulled away to straddle her hips and help her shove her shirt over her head and toss it somewhere in your room. You giggled as you cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently. “God, I love your boobies.”

She grimaced at the word, “You know I hate that word.”

“What word? “Boobies”?” You asked with a playful smile and she rolled her eyes. 

“Yes that word.” 

“But I love your boobies.” You giggled and leaned down to kiss on her chest and you reached under her and undid her bra before throwing it in the room. You leaned down and licked in between her breasts then you traced your tongue up each one before sucking one nipple into your mouth. 

“Mm, your mouth feels good.” She moaned as she ran her hands through your hair as you continued to lick and suck hickies into her soft skin. You suckled on her nipples gently, purring against her soft skin as she tugged on your hair. You continued to lick and kiss on her breasts whispering endearments to her. 

“My beautiful Robin. Sweet girl. So soft. Perfection.” You murmured against her skin making her blush a deep red and she pulled you up to her lips and kissed you passionately as her hands did quick work to undo your bra and toss it away. Her hands cupped your breasts and squeezed softly before pinching your nipples gently. 

“You can’t say shit like that. I’m ruining my panties, love.” She whined and you giggled as you leaned down to kiss her. 

“That’s the point, my dear.” You whispered before starting to kiss down her chest and her belly to the hem of her jean shorts. You made quick work of stripping her bottoms off and you pushed her legs up to spread her out for you. “You’re dripping and smell so sweet.” You purred as you kissed and nipped on her inner thigh and moved down her thigh to her beautiful pink pussy and you started lapping up her slick as she soaked your face. You held her flush against your mouth as you lapped at her hole before moving to suckle at her clit making her moan and arch her back. You smirked against her as she threw her legs over your shoulders as you continued to devour her. 

She gripped the sheets tight as the coil in her belly started to tighten already. “M’close. You feel so good, love.” She whimpered and arched against your face as you lapped through her folds and up to circle her clit with your tongue. Her fingers tangled in your hair and yanked you closer to her sopping wet cunt. You moaned at her taste as it coated your tongue and you continued to eat her out like she’s your last meal and she held you flush against her cunt. She cried out your name as she came on your tongue hard, her thighs shaking around your head as you licked her through her orgasm. Dark spots flashed at the corners of her eyes as you lapped her through her orgasm. 

She finally released your head and you pulled back to lay in between her legs. “Was that good, my love?” You hummed as you traced patterns onto her inner thigh. 

She looked down at you with wide eyes, “Are you kidding? I’m pretty sure my soul left my body.” She giggled and yanked you up to kiss your lips passionately. You leaned over her and cupped her face as you two kissed deeply before she pulled away and rolled you two over. She quickly rid you of your shorts and panties and she tossed your legs over her shoulders before she dove into your soaked cunt with eagerness. 

You moaned and arched against her face as she lapped and sucked at your cunt. You cried out and your hips ground down against her tongue. “Mm, love. That feels so fucking good. Always had a talented tongue.” You moaned as you reached behind you to grasp one of the pillows tight in your hand. Her hands gripped your thighs tight and held your hips down as she continued to eat you out. She moved one hand down to slide two fingers into your wanting and soaked cunt and she curled them up to press against your sweet spot making your hips jerk. 

“O-oh, fuck!” You cried out as your walls pulsed around her nimble fingers. You gripped the sheets tight in your fist as she doubled her efforts on your soaked cunt. You bit your lip as she suckled hard on your clit. “Ahh! Robs, gonna cum, fuck, m’so close.” You whimpered as you arched your back against her face. She smirked and slipped a third finger into you and thrusted her fingers harder and faster in and out of your cunt. Your back arched as she pushed you over the edge and you came hard on her fingers squirting around her fingers and on her face. She moaned as she lapped up your juices before pulling her fingers out of your cunt and licking them clean with a satisfied moan. 

She pulled away and kissed up your body to your lips and kissed you passionately before she slumped against the bed and laid next to you. You smiled as you looked over at her with a loving smile on your face, to which she returned. She snuggled close to you and laid her head on your breasts as you laid back on the bed. She smiled as she nuzzled against your breasts. “I guess I could get used to the word “boobies”.”

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

summer blush

pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader

wc: 1.9K

warnings: nothing, can't remember if there's cursing.

summary: pool days and future dates

A/N: WE DESERVED LIFEGUARD STEVE WHY DID BILLY GET THAT ROLE!!!!!!! but I know we got scoops steve, but still!!!!

masterlist / steve harrington

everyone was at hawkins community pool if they didn’t have one sitting in their backyard. the weather was in the high nineties with a slight breeze to cool you off if you were laying out tanning. the dozens of kids were splashing and squealing in glee, screaming as they played marco polo or sharks and minnows. many parents trusted the lifeguards to do their job so they indulged in their books or gossiping with friends.

the lounger reclined at an angle, one leg bent and the other straight. loose shirt and swim shorts as your attire accessorized with sunglasses and a baseball cap to shade your face from the harsh sunlight as you read your book.

a high-pitched yell of your name drew your attention. tilting the book towards your chest you saw your neighbor lucas rushing your way. his running was put to a stop when a lifeguard blew their whistle and yelled no running. you saw a few other kids a little behind, three boys and two girls. 

“going for a swim, sinclair?” eyes squinting behind your glasses.

he rolled his eyes and pointed towards his swim trunks, “duh. gonna spend the next few hours getting pruney. oh, also my mom wanted me to ask if you were free on the twelfth.”

one of the boys called his name and lucas told him he was coming before turning back to you. “uh, as of right now i’m an open book. does she need a babysitter?”

“yeah. my parents have a date planned so they need someone to watch us.”

you nodded your head, “well i’ll be happy to babysit. just have her call me when you get home. now go have some summer fun, your friends are getting antsy.” the tweens being all dramatic from their spots close by.

lucas waved goodbye before talking with his friends and then they all threw themselves into the chlorine-heavy pool. the two girls were a step behind with shrieks that carried until they were submerged.

you watched their playful fighting for a bit with a gentle smile on your lips. how lucas would dunk his friend with sopping curly hair underwater or the redhead would slap water at the byers kid. the other girl with shoulder-length hair was just walking around the shallow end with an enormous smile.

deciding to turn back to your book, your eyes took a sweep of the crowded pool and they managed to catch a lifeguard chair change. a girl in the uniform-issued red one-piece was climbing down from the high chair as a boy leaned a hand against the legs. the two chatted for a moment before the girl waved goodbye and the boy climbed the steps and settled into the seat.

and when he was in perfect view you were able to make out the person you were ogling. steve harrington. steve harrington, who was dressed in only red swim trunks as he watched over the community pool. now your book doesn't seem so interesting.

you held the book at a normal height and used the book and sunglasses as your undercover ruse as you observed (stared) at steve. how he seemed comfortable in the uncomfortable high chair, one hand fiddling with the whistle that was sitting on his chest as his head moved around to get a full view. his hair looked naturally fluffy and curled, oh man.

you and steve were in the same graduating class but only had a handful of classes together in the four years of high school, and in only two was there conversation. he was more outgoing and friendly with most of the school population, while you had one friend, robin buckley, who stuck to the shadows and books. and even though you hid in the shadows, that harrington charm always shined brightly no matter what. so yeah, you weren’t unaffected by him, you just made sure not to act like an idiot when he was around.

wishing you had the balls to walk up confidently and start an effortless conversation, you just groaned as you leaned your head back and laid the book on your sunscreen thighs. you don’t even know what he likes, not like you could chat about the weather for twenty minutes before it dies out. “so… this weather….” “yeah, pretty warm. brings everyone out of their houses.” that’s so stupid!

you know what, forget about it. push steve from your mind. push lovely steve harrington from your mind and focus back on your fantasy novel. you did set a goal of reading through the stacks of books you’ve bought over the months. you look through your bag and grab your wallet before pushing off the flimsy lounge chair and heading to the vending machine for a snack.

you look at the different selections of chips and press in c7, your second favorite chips dropping down. you pushed the flap open and managed to grab the goods without twisting your wrist. you looked to the concessions booth and debated if you wanted to pay three fifty for a slushy.

“hey.” you heard someone call but you didn’t think they were calling for you since it didn’t sound like any of the younger kids. head tilting side to side in a silent debate before it came again this time followed by your last name.

you felt like an idiot when you looked over your shoulders to find the source but couldn’t so you turned forward again, which caused the mystery person to say your name once again followed by, “it’s steve, dummy.”

that made you turn around real quick with your brows raised and hands sat on your hips, chip bag crinkling. “what’s with the nickname, mr. lifeguard? i’m a customer minding their business.” sarcasm hiding the curiosity of why steve was suddenly calling for you.

he was twisted in the high chair, one knee up and poking through the hole for the armrest with his arms folded on the top and his chin digging into his golden forearms. his sunglasses pushed to his hair showing his face off without obstruction, though his eyes were squinting against the beating sun. he had a smirk to his mouth and, oh your insides melted.

“i am so sorry to be disturbing,” the sarcasm twisted in his words, “but i was wondering if you’d be willing to buy me a cherry slushy. for a fellow mrs. fray senior english class student.”

lips parting in slight shock, “you…you remember me?” body language changing from defense to sheepish. you meant to say those words in your head only, not aloud where he could make fun of you.

his eyes unsquinted just a bit and you were able to see the smirk fall away and genuine confusion settle in. “why wouldn’t i? i sat next to you all year. and what a lovely view to get me through that boring class.” a flirtatious tone singing through the words. 

now you are standing frozen. was he…flirting? was steve flirting with you? when you felt sweaty and didn’t look put together, baggy shirt and hair pushed under a baseball cap. there was no way, right?

“well…i do remember you staring a lot. just thought i was blocking the window view.” trying to flirt, swing and a miss in your head.

steve chuckled. deep and boyish over the volume of the occupants. “nah, view outside wasn’t worth my time.” a cheeky smirk and, oh yeah. he was flirting.

“anyway. would you still be willing to buy that cherry slushy for me? kinda dying of thirst and heat over here.” his body that wasn’t shaded by the umbrella was highlighted bright with the sun. mind traversing to the knowledge he might develop more freckles over his skin and how you wished to chart them like constellations in the night sky.

you looked to the booth and back to steve, working yourself up to try a hand at flirting again. you took four steps closer to the white chair, head tilted up while steve stared down. “would i get anything back in exchange? since, you know, i’m paying with my own money.” hoping he doesn’t say something that billy hargrove wolf whistles at.

steve smiled with his teeth biting into his bottom lip. his head moved just a bit to the side and his eyes squinting a bit harder, you were glad to see his whole face, but you wished to just slide his black sunglasses over his honey-brown eyes. he looked to be debating something for a moment and then he shifted around to climb to the hot cement floor. he stopped just in front of you, right side of his body leaning into the chip painted wood. he was messing around with his red whistle and your skin produced goosebumps from the way his eyes roamed over your face and trailed down your body then back up.

“well, a slushy is only three fifty, so what i’m gonna suggest is overpriced. but if you're willing to spare some change, i would be happy to take you…” he stopped for a moment, almost seeming nervous before he got his confidence back. “…to take you on a date. movie and dinner, all on me.”

you almost dropped your chips and wallet due to the words that left his mouth. “you’re…this is a joke right? some prank?” self-conscious defense going up.

steve pushed himself into an upright position, hands shaking in front of him with urgency on his face and in his words. “what? no, no! i- i genuinely want to- i’ve wanted to ask you for a while!” words rushed and grumbled.

you were shocked for the third time today. steve harrington wanted to take you on a date. and for a while. “really?” the voice is almost meek.

steve rubbed the back of his neck and you weren’t sure if that was sunburn or blush on his cheeks. “yeah…i know i seem…good at getting dates. but when it comes to someone i like…i can get tongue-tied.” fingers messing around with the back of his hair.

you couldn’t help the teasing smile, “oh…steve harrington gets flustered by his crushes? didn’t realize we reverted to middle school.”

he rolled his eyes, but he smiled anyway. “yeah, yeah. now for the third time, can you buy me a slushy? and would you like to go on a date with me? saturday at seven?”

there was a whistle and the call for steve to get back in his chair. he didn’t turn around or anything, he stayed trained on you with pleading eyes and a nervous smile. you didn’t bother keeping the boy waiting any longer, butterflies fluttering in your belly.

“i’ll get you that slushy. and then i’ll tell you my decision. so, best you get back to your job before you get fired.” taking steps backward then turning on the balls of your feet.

you felt his eye on your back the whole time as you ordered and waited for the drinks. with the two in hand along with your chips, you walked to steve already having your mind made up. you held his cherry slushy up high and he grabbed it with a “thank you.” his fingers brushing your knuckles.

“so, yes or no? hurts to keep a guy waiting.” a fake pout to his lips. you took a sip of your icy beverage and then counted to five. “what movie?”

“the goonies. heard from a birdie you’ve been waiting to see that one.” that just solidified your answer. “food before or after? and where?”

steve took his sip and then answered, “whichever and wherever you prefer.” 

you tapped your flip-flop foot and took a few more sips. “seven works. benny’s before and then goonies. maybe milkshakes after. sounds good?”

he smiled down at you, teeth shining in the light and lips turning a bit red. “sounds perfect. can i have your address?”

you began to walk back to your lounge chair, calling over your shoulder, “use the phone book, harrington! very useful information.”

-

[aphrogeneias]

𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 — 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

summary: at his hiding place, eddie "the banished" receives some bad news about the person he cares the most about, and because of that, he reminisces.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: eddie's pov, no use of y/n. just some flirty flirting for now. she's an acoustic guitar girl, he's an electric guitar boy, what more can i say?

author's note: only minor changes have been made in this one, mostly added some lines. original version was posted on june 14, 2022. <3

series masterlist

It was the third time they'd almost scared him to death.

The first was when they found him, hiding at Reefer Rick’s boathouse, clinging to a piece of broken glass to dear life, like a cornered paladin clung to their sword - but with none of the honor, righteousness and lawful good bullshit, only a wanted man trying to make it through the night. The second was when they brought him supplies, and he was still too on edge to not be suspicious of anything that got too close.

This time, Eddie wasn’t expecting anybody, which made him even more worried. They were not supposed to be there that day.

He sat back as he watched Dustin make his way into the living room, followed by a distraught looking Robin Buckley and an equally upset Steve Harrington. They were all quiet, too quiet, and that could only mean bad news. More bad news.

“Please, don’t tell me I’m being charged for another uncanny murder case.” Making light of a bad situation had always been one of his strong points, but none of his jokes seemed to land right now that his life has turned upside down.

Literally, it seemed.

"No, no! There haven't been any other uncanny murders, but, uh…" Dustin started, "we kind of need your help now."

"You're friends with Nancy's neighbor, aren't you?" This time, Robin was the one to speak. She remembered your name and last name, then. "Senior, works at the record store downtown… We talked to your friends and they told us you're kind of close."

Kind of close. He thought. That's one way to put it.

"I'm offended you never mentioned her to us, by the way." intervened Dustin, but Eddie didn't have it in him to sass the boy back.

The mention of your name made his heart beat faster. He had grown used to the uneasiness in his chest, an anxious feeling that never really went away, but when it came to you, a new wave of almost overwhelming restlessness crashed through him.

There hadn't been a minute where Eddie hadn't thought about you. Alone and scared, hiding under a tarp while the silence of the woods and the soft waves of the lake below him lulled him to sleep, he thought about what you were doing, where you were, if you were safe. Whether or not the police had gotten to you, to interrogate you about him, just as they've probably done to his uncle, and if so, did you think he was capable of doing what he was being accused of?

He tried not to think much about that, though. Mostly, Eddie thought about your kind eyes and your warm laughter, smiling at him from behind the counter, the smell of your hair as he sat beside you, sharing a set of headphones as you tried to convince him to listen to something new. He'd give anything to see you again.

Nodding frantically, he stood up, stomach dropping at the same time. "Is she alright? Where is she?"

"She's fine, she's alone but she's home," Harrington intervened, raising one hand forward, "we just need to know… if you know… what her favorite song is?"

Eddie watched Steve wince uncomfortably as he tried to sound casual, and tilted his head at him, squinting. "What does that have to do anything?"

"It's a long story, but basically, um… me and Nancy came up with this theory that music can…"

Robin started fumbling with her words, but was promptly stopped by Dustin. "We just need to know what her favorite song is. She won't talk to anyone and we're worried, we can explain it on the way."

He didn't need to be a genius to understand what was going on there. Suddenly, images of Chrissy Cunningham's floating body flashed behind his eyes, her lifeless form dropping to the floor of his trailer, torn from the inside out — but, then, instead of her, it was you, your body, in her place.

The image alone almost paralyzed him.

"I know what her favorite song is. I know all of her favorite songs."

His voice trembled, just as his hands did slightly as he gathered his jacket from where it lied scattered on the couch, but still, he followed the trio as they rushed through the door.

1.

“No fucking way!”

“Shhh!” You snatched the record from his hands, but Eddie could see you were holding back a smile, “You’re scaring the customers.”

“He’s always scaring the customers.” Claire, the girl who worked the afternoon shifts with you, and who wasn't too fond of his behavior, rolled her eyes from where she stood, checking through a couple of boxes of new releases. 

“He’s always scaring the customers.”  He repeated her words mockingly, his face twisting in a sneer. Eddie knew he sounded childish, but it was worth it to see you biting your lip to hold back on laughing again, asking Claire to take those boxes to the back of the store and sort them out by artist, saying you would organize them later. He, on the other hand, didn’t hide his own grin as he watched the redhead leave through the staff door.

"You," pointing at him, you faked a glare, and Eddie would be lying if he said it wasn’t adorable, "are the most embarrassing human I've ever met."

Part of the fun of driving all the way downtown to buy new records and tapes wasn't just in getting to get his hands on new music, it had also a lot to do with you. The shy girl who mostly kept busy with stacking vinyl in alphabetical order and, for some reason, always seemed to know exactly what he was looking for. Eddie couldn’t seem to remember a time where you weren’t there, though he knew you must have started working at Mullberry's Records only recently, but you fit in there in a way that felt like you belonged. Not in the physical space between the rows and rows of records, and the colorful walls filled with cassette tapes, but in Eddie’s life.

He could spend hours there, and sometimes that happened quite literally, talking to you about music, though your opinions diverged quite a lot. On other days, when he just wanted an escape, he’d keep you silent company - as silent as he could manage - browsing through the sections and wandering behind the counter, controlling the record player only the staff had access to. You were easy to talk to, and that was something that was hard to find for him.

Maybe it was also because he liked the way you looked at him when he pushed your buttons.

"Are you listening to yourself? You're the embarrassing one!" He crossed his arms, leaning back at one of the shelves behind him. "Who doesn't like KISS?”

"They're just a bunch of clowns in high heels trying to make music. Also, who the hell names their band "kiss"? That's, like, the cheesiest shit ever."

“Unbelievable.” He shook his head, placing his hands on his hips. “What do you like, then, Your Highness?”

“I dunno…” You trailed off. As you did, Eddie watched you work, your delicate fingers counting through the new tapes scattered around the counter, silver rings glinting under the sunlight that filtered through the glass storefront, the way your mouth contorted as you seemed deep in thought, “I’ve been listening to a lot of Bob Dylan lately, some Joni Mitchell, she’s true magic, you know…”

“God, you’re so boring!” Your shocked face made him laugh openly, “didn’t anybody tell you this isn’t the Summer of Love anymore?”

“This isn’t the Summer of ten minute guitar solos, either, Munson. No matter how much you try to make it happen.”

“That’s because you haven’t seen me play yet. You’ll ask for ten more minutes when I’m through with it.”

Accidentally, that sounded a little more suggestive than he intended, and he knew that. He was almost apologizing, laughing it off with another joke, but he noticed the way you stopped on your tracks, slowly looking up at him, clearly trying to mask the way your breath hitched as you felt yourself fluster under his gaze. 

Eddie noticed, then, that he liked that a lot more than he liked pissing you off.

“You wish.”

[jimraisedmeup]

TICK // 19.1 - cover me

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (angst, language, violence, sexual content)

Word Count: 2100

A/N: we are nearing the end of book one. are you ready? also, this chapter is nothing but DRAMA.

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The times are tough now, just getting tougher This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher Cover me, come on baby, cover me Well, I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me

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May 19, 1984 - junior year

Richard Buckley was quite relieved when his boss told him they had finished the out-of-town job ahead of schedule, a day early to be exact. He missed his home, his recliner, his bed.

And if he was brutally honest, the idea of leaving his two daughters alone for an entire weekend made his neck hurt. 

He was sure that Robin could be trusted. But as of recently, he didn't trust you as far as he could throw you. Especially with that Munson gremlin and the hold he had on you. 

Richard had already engaged in several discussions with his ex-wife about moving you to Indianapolis to set you on a better path. The last thing his family's reputation needed was his eldest daughter hanging around a drug dealer's son, or worse, getting impregnated by one.

Richard's eye twitched violently as he wondered if the Munson boy had set foot in his home while he was gone the night before.

This became a mild paranoia turned reality as Richard merged onto his street, only to find an unusual amount of cars in front of his house. Young adults roamed amongst the vehicles, some of them on his front porch. 

"What on God's green earth…" he grumbled to himself, already feeling his blood beginning to boil. 

Parking his work truck in front of the neighbors' house - as his well-manicured driveway was full of cars - Richard Buckley stormed down the sidewalk towards his home. It was quite obvious that there was a party of some sort being held. 

He passed teenagers, but couldn't tell exactly who they were in the dim light of the street lamps. Richard caught some of their wretched conversations as he passed by. 

…did you see the look on his face?... hell of a party, man… Carol is so drunk!

Not even ten minutes earlier, Richard was content. He was calm, he was ready to relax after spending most of his day on the road.

And now he was about to have an aneurysm at the sight of a crowd of strangers in his home. Most of them were clearly drunk, laughing and yelling to each other obnoxiously. Music blasted throughout the rooms. No one seemed to notice the sudden appearance of an irate adult.

Another thing he did not expect to find was a banner hanging from the kitchen cabinets. The brightly painted paper held cartoonish flames with the words "CONGRATS PYROMANIAC!" spread over them. 

Edward. Munson. 

Robin was nowhere to be found. Richard roamed room to room, finding no one he recognized and neither of his two daughters. Did you take him for this much of a fool?

Heading upstairs, he barged into your bedroom, which was the closest door to the top of the stairs. 

Empty. 

So he moved onto Robin's.

His youngest daughter was inside, placing a shiny black record onto her record player. One of her girl friends laid casually on the bed, flipping through a magazine. But Richard couldn't find anger in him towards Robin.

The thing that truly angered him was that you were still missing, and the look on Robin's face when she saw her father told him that all of this was indeed your doing. Robin was merely a bystander. Most likely manipulated by her toxic older sister.

"Dad? You're back early." Panic spread across her freckled features. She failed miserably at concealing the beer bottles behind her.

Richard gripped the doorknob, knuckles white. "Would you mind telling me where your sister is? I need to have a word with her."

"Uh… no, I haven't seen her in a long time. Maybe she's in the kitchen?"

"I was just in the kitchen. Robin Buckley, you tell me where she is. Right now." 

Richard could feel his face reddening more, if that was even possible. He would need to visit the cardiologist after this.

He remained firmly in the doorway, blocking Robin from trying to leave and give her sister a head's up. 

Stuttering a response, Robin waved her hands frantically. "I-I… the front porch?!"

"I've looked everywhere besides…" and then he knew. 

The basement.

Ignoring Robin chasing him down the stairs, and then further down the basement stairs, Richard was the bull in a cheap china shop. Fury flooded his senses and he could barely hear Robin's pleas to stop.

Of all the things that occurred that fateful night, the last thing Richard Buckley wanted to see in his home, in his laundry room, was this.

You were bent over the dryer, your dress pushed up past your hips. Eddie Munson stood behind you with his pants visibly undone, mid-thrust.

It was the final straw for Richard Buckley.

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Now, promise me baby, you won't let them find us Hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us Cover me, shut the door and cover me Well, I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me

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Eddie was approximately eight beers deep when a balding, red-faced man literally caught him with his pants down.

Prior to the rude interruption, the brown-eyed boy was having the time of his life. 

The surprise party was a mixture of some of his favorite things: irony, his best friends, beer, and the best of all… you did it for him. Even though he had been kicked out of school not even a week before. 

The sarcastic paper banner congratulating him for setting Higgin's car on fire was the best part, and not even the presence of some unsavory members of the popular crowd *cough* Harrington *cough* could ruin Eddie Munson's high that night.

All good things must come to an end, though, which Eddie knew all too well. 

And the one thing that could surely ruin his high was your father walking in on him railing his daughter from behind against a fucking dryer.

And then Eddie's high was completely obliterated when he felt a sucker punch collide with his jaw, sending him backwards against the concrete basement floor. All he could do was scramble to get his pants up, protecting his bits and pieces from the insane man.

You were screaming something, but Eddie could barely hear you over the shouts coming from your father and then the tearful appearance of Robin in the doorway.

His vision was spinning from the hit to his head, mixed with shock and the alcohol in his system. Richard Buckley came at him again.

"You motherfucking piece of trash, Munson! I'll have you arrested-"

"Eddie, no!"

But Eddie was never one to make good decisions.

He swung a sharp left hook at Richard Buckley's face, knocking him out immediately. And then Eddie pushed past the distraught sisters, spitting blood from his mouth onto the pretty pastel yellow wall before bolting up the stairs two at a time.

...he ran, because Eddie had never thought of himself as much of a hero.

You caught up with him as he approached his van. "Eddie, please!"

"Your pop's a real fucking gem, you know that, Buckley?"

Tears ran down your blushing face, your eyes blurry from crying and the multiple shots of cheap vodka you had. One of the straps on your dress had fallen off your shoulder. Eddie wanted to fix it, to touch you, but the coppery taste of blood in his mouth reminded him of how fucking pissed he was.

"H-he wasn't supposed to be back until tomorrow night. I had no idea he would come home early!"

"No shit, Sherlock!" Eddie hissed, not caring how mean he sounded. "Obviously you didn't know. Give me a damn minute to cool off, will you? My jaw is fucking killing me." 

Spitting more blood onto the sidewalk, you flinched at his crude behavior. For a second, Eddie felt ashamed at how selfish he was being. 

Sure, he got punched in the mouth. He got caught with his dick out by his girlfriend's holy roller father. He had to abandon the party that was thrown for him.

But what about you? What kind of consequences would you face after this? You had to live with the psychotic Buckley man, for Christ's sake.

The sudden shouting of said psycho made you and Eddie jump. Richard Buckley was standing by the front door, arms outstretched, screaming for everyone to vacate the premises. 

"Listen, I'm getting the hell outta here before he calls Hopper. I don't need any more heat on me this week."

You reached towards him, your eyes pleading. "I'll leave with you. Let me come with you."

Eddie's temper softened at your drunken desperation, unable to hold any kind of ill feelings towards you for very long. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, realizing then just how much his knuckles hurt from hitting the older man. 

"Call me tomorrow. I'll come pick you up then, alright? But you can't just leave Robin in there by herself tonight."

"Are you sure?" 

Chuckling, Eddie used the short sleeve of his white t-shirt to wipe more blood from his swollen lips. "Sunshine, don't you worry about me one bit. I can take a punch, unlike your dear ol' daddy."

This made you smile, albeit a nervous smile. "Do you have your gift? Did you leave it in the house?"

Eddie gestured towards his glove box. "I got it."

"And remember, don't open-"

"Yeah, yeah. I won't open it 'til tomorrow."

You kissed him roughly before running back towards the house. He watched as the skirt of your dress flowed behind you. 

Eddie drove off, never thinking for a second that it would be over a year until he would see those beautiful eyes again.

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Outside's the rain, the driving snow I can hear the wild wind blowing Turn out the light, bolt the door I ain't going out there no more

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"I've already spoken to your mother. As a matter of fact, I called her a few days ago regarding this matter. My decision is final."

You felt your world collapsing around you.

Head pounding from your hangover and an unreasonable amount of stress, you almost couldn't believe what you were hearing.

Robin spoke quietly from the doorway. "Dad, we shouldn't be making rash-"

"Go to your room, Robin! This does not concern you." Richard slammed a hand down on the kitchen counter, glaring at his youngest daughter as she scampered away like a scared puppy.

Turning back towards you, his face was emotionless. "Go pack your things. Your mother will be here soon. She left Indianapolis early this morning, called off work, to deal with this."

So you were facing exile. Complete banishment.

Before you even had a chance to call Eddie that day, your father disconnected the phone in your room. You were no longer welcome in the Buckley home. Your mother would be taking you to Indianapolis for the summer. You would complete your senior year of high school away from Hawkins.

Your options were pathetic and sparse. You weren't eighteen yet - your father had already threatened to report you as a runaway if you fought against it. Richard Buckley also had the balls to say he would report Eddie, who was eighteen already, for taking his underage daughter. 

You laughed bitterly when he said this. "Could you be more dramatic?"

But your father was hellbent. "Your actions recently have been nothing but a path of destruction. Your behavior last night was repulsive and a slap in the face of God. I can't have you continuing this. And I can't have you dragging your sister down with you."

"Excuse me? Has the whole situation with Kate been swept under the rug?" You only dug your grave deeper, fueled by frustration. "Maybe it's better if Robin came with me. I don't think either of us need to be here anymore."

"Are you really going to take your little sister away from her friends? From her future with the marching band?"

Your father knew how to hit you exactly where it hurt.

You felt nauseated suddenly, and stepped towards the phone on the kitchen wall. 

"I disconnected all of the phones when you woke up. Now, go pack your things."

"Let me call Eddie," you spat, your hands trembling in fists at your sides.

Richard scowled at you. "To say what? He's a doomed individual. If you keep letting him chase after you, he will never focus on his own future, and you'll only condemn him further."

A car honking outside yanked you from the impulse to scream obscenities at the man before you.

"Upstairs. Now. Don't make your mother wait too long."

About thirty minutes later, you were in the passenger seat of your mother's car, watching Hawkins pass by with teary eyes like it was some kind of distant memory.

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This whole world is out there just trying to score I've seen enough, I ain't gonna see any more Cover me, wrap your arms around me, cover me

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(song lyrics credit: "Cover Me" by Bruce Springsteen)

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[lightvixxen]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE MORE ABOUT TEASING NEIGHBOUR ROBIN I BEG

...okay bet.

ALSO implied age gap, reader is 18+, Older!Neighbor!Robin au

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tbh I feel like this AU of Robin has an ms, ma'am, or a mommy kink, I'm leaning towards ms though.

You found out about her little kink when you first saw her working on her garden and brought lemonade to her, "Want something cool to drink Ms. Buckley?" she tensed and looked at you almost dumbfounded, asked you to just call her Robin and sent you back inside your own house. You didn't miss the flush on her face when you called her it though.

Though now you used it for more...teasing purposes. You're dressed up in the cutest and shortest sundress you could find in your closet. Your parents were having a neighborhood barbeque so you had to look your best!

Spotting Robin in your backyard you pranced up to her, making sure her attention was brought to your hips and chest first. You greeted her with a simple "Hi Ms. Buckley!" and she damn near dropped her cup.

"Hey, doll..." She responded, too distracted by the way your dress hugged your body in all the right places. You smirked and leaned slightly into her personal space, with a whispered,

"Like my dress Ms. Buckley? I wore it just for you."

She actually dropped her drink that time.

[bingbongsupremacy]

ABC's

I tried thinking of characters with names that matched the ABC originally, but I'm just going by fic names now. Some r probably going to be short.

The plain x reader stories don't describe body type, size or gender.

Coming soon....

Almonds - Abby Anderson x reader

Summary: Abby shares the last bit of her food with you when times get tough.

Baby - Joel Miller x reader who can get pregnant

Summary: It's getting harder and harder to spend time with your husband and you have some really important news. (Pre-Outbreak)

Camp Counselor Pt. 2 - Steve Harrington x plus sized reader

Summary: It's your third year being a camp counselor at Camp Hawkins and your 7th year knowing Steve. Every year your crush seems to grow stronger and stronger.

Don't Let Me Go - Ellie Williams x reader

Summary: After a near death experience, you're afraid for Ellie to leave you alone.

Every Night - Max Mayfield x reader

Summary: Every night since 7th grade, Max has made it a mission to say goodnight -Face to face. At tonight's visit, you discover that your friendship might have been more than you thought it was.

Fall Out - Isaac Lahey x reader

Summary: Your relationship with Isaac grows more and more strained as the days go by. Will he finally tell you what's going on?

Gumball Machine - Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: All you want is a gumball. Unfortunately, you're out of change.

Heart Breaker - Jonathan Byers x reader

Summary : No matter what you do, Jonathan Byers will never be in love with you. Not the way he is with Nancy anyways.

Incognito - Eddie Munson AU x reader

Summary: All you wanted was a cup of coffee from the new cafe on Main Street. You definitely didn't expect to spill coffee on the Metal Icon Eddie Munson.

Jacket - Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: The night Chrissy went over to Eddie's trailer, you went to. I mean, you weren't going to let Chrissy just go to a strangers house without back up. Unfortunately, when things go wrong, you end up on the same wanted poster as Eddie. Together, you're forced to run away.

Knock Knock Pt.2 - Ellie Williams College AU

Summary: A simple request to turn the music down turns into a frustrating back and forth battle. Why does your neighbor have to be so damn attractive?

Lonely - Eddie Munson Zombie Apocolypse AU

Summary: A few days after the zombie apocolypse took over Hawkins you lost everyone. Once you finally run out of supplies, you're forced to venture out into the town, hoping not to run into anyone and make it to safety alive. Unfortunately, life doesn't always go how you want it.

Maybe Someday - Max Mayfield

Summary: You're in love with your best friend. Maybe someday she'll like you back.

New Traditions - Ellie Williams

Summary: While hanging out with Ellie you learn she's never celebrated Christmas before.

Outcast - Eddie Munson

Summary: Making friends in a new town is proving to be very hard. That's why when a strange guy asks if you want to join his club, you don't hesitate to join. After all, how bad could these guys be?

Promise - Eddie Munson

Summary: Eddie promised to come back. After Eddie cut the sheet, preventing you from following him back into the upside down, he promised he'd come back.

Quiet - Johnathan Byers

Summary: When El offers to watch your newborn baby, you're finally able to get some desperately needed sleep.

Reciprocate - John Murphy

Summary: For as long as you've known John, he's always held you at an arms length distance. He's never shared more than he has to. That's why when his behaviors start changing, you're very confused.

Secret Admirer - Steve Harrington

Summary: Never would you have imagined that someone could have a crush on you.

Tell Me Pretty Lies - Theo Raekan

Summary: You've had a feeling that Theo might be cheating on you for a while. Is everything he's said a lie?

Under the Trees - Robin Buckley

Summary: You're in love with Robin. You have been since Freshman year. It breaks your heart whenever she talks about another girl. Unfortunately for you, lately that seems to be all she has to talk about.

Valentine - Max Mayfield

Summary : You ask Max to be your Valentine, unsure of how it's going to play out.

Weak - John Murphy

Summary: You're sick. After days of taking care of the fellow 100, you start to feel the affects of sickness taking over. Who's going to take care of you?

Xenial - Joel Miller

Summary: You're a newcomer in Jackson. Due to lots of new people, you're left with no choice but to share a house with Ellie and Joel. It's only temporary, right?

Yearbook - Nancy Wheeler

Summary: It's finally the end of senior year. While flipping through the pages of your signature filled yearbook, you discover something you never thought you would.

Zander's Pizzaria - Peter Parker

Summary: Closing sucks. Especially when your coworker calls out sick and you're left to do everything by yourself. Things take a turn for the worst when gun welding thiefs threatens your life.

[robinsno1lesbian]

Hii Beth just wanted to say how much I love your neighbor robin drabbles!❤️

If it’s not too much trouble, can you do where the reader has been begging for Robbins attention all day, and is acting like a brat  and when she finally gets her attention from Robin, she can’t handle it can you use the words “You can take” “panting like a bitch in heat or “already going dumb on my strap, but we’re just getting started” and maybe the use of handcuffs and maybe with appearance with Nancy

Thank you hope you see this :)

neighbor!robin x fem!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+!), strap-ons, use of "slut" and "good girl", bondage play, very detailed dirty talk, spanking (once), overstimulation, implied threesome, can you tell i haven't written smut in a bit and gave this my all?

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i haven't written anything in a hot minute but today i had a full-on meltdown and had to go home early so i have some spare time lmao- anyway thank you so much!! i reaaally appreciate this and i really hope you like what i came up with <3

"robin" you whine. your handsome neighbor/sort-of-girlfriend had been ignoring your need for attention for the entire day. she had always made up some excuse about "having to work" which, truth be told, she had to. but robin had proven her ability to multitask plenty of times before. you knew there were ways to work and satisfy your needs. robin just seems to be in the mood to get you into a desperate state. worse than that is probably the fact that it's working and that it has been working all day. you didn't think you could get this worked up in such a short time but here you are: whining on her lap, hips grinding down against her thigh for some sort of friction. robin is sitting by her desk and your body is most definitely in the way, covering up the laptop screen she's trying to work on.

you couldn't care less though, caging her in with your arms dangling down from the back of her neck while staring down at her hungrily. "you've been working for hours" you continue. "come one. take a break. you could..." you tap your chin, pretending to me in thought. "take me instead?" the taller woman beneath you chuckles and shakes her head. "what do you think you're doing y/n?" she raps and reaches out to push your body aside and reach her laptop. "robin" you pout and move up and down once to emphasize the importance of your horniness. robin, however, just raises a brow at you.

"fine" you move away from her and cross your arms over your chest like a stubborn child. "i can take care of myself" and with that, you stomp out of the room and move to where her bedroom is. you know where she's hiding her toys and you damn well know how to look after yourself if she doesn't want to. you enter in a haze -don't even bother to close the door on your way in- and get down in front of the bedside table. your hands grab through the different vibrators in a rush until you have found your favorite. of course, it's better when robin is using it on you; she makes you cum in mere minutes with it while whispering dirty things into your ear. but she isn't there to help you out, so you're willing to do that on your own. you fall back onto the bed and make quick work of the buttons of your pants before kicking them off of your legs and spreading them wide. the door is still wide open, so when you turn on the vibrator, you make sure to put it in the highest setting. like this, you think, robin is definitely gonna hear what she is missing out on. you gasp when the toy presses against your cloth-covered center and tease yourself for a while before pushing your underwear aside and pressing it against your clit for the first time. a loud moan falls from your lips when you finally get some of the relief you have been yearning for all day. "fuck" you cry out when the vibrations run through your entire body. "robin" a wicked smirk flashes over your face when you hear robin's chair moving down the hall. you seem to have caught her attention. finally. with your lower abdomen coiling in pleasure and the noise of the other woman walking toward the room you're in, you choose to be even bolder with your actions: you quickly push down the panties and reveal your bare cunt to robin, who has reached the doorway by the time you look up again. you watch her through hazy, lust-filled eyes before throwing your head back. you're slightly exaggerating, if only for the sake of robin finally touching you and replacing the vibrator with her fingers or mouth. "what are you doing?" she asks sharply and leans against the doorframe. you can tell by the sound of her voice that she's upset with you and still can't bring yourself to care, far too absorbed in the pleasure you're experiencing. she's the one who has been neglecting you the whole day. she's the one who didn't want to fuck you in the first place. she's- her fingers on your jaw and cheeks snap you back to reality.

"what are you doing?" she hisses through gritted teeth. not even the toy between your thigh can stop your mind from going completely blank at the harsh undertone of her voice. robin moves your head in her hands so that you're looking up at her. "did i tell you you could just leave and fuck yourself like the little slut you are?" you visibly gulp and drop your hand. the vibrator keeps buzzing on the mattress as you stare at her. robin leans in slowly and her grip tightens. "i asked you a question, slut" she whispers. "i- i- uh-" it's like all of your confidence to do this has been knocked out of your at once. "of course" robin chuckles "just what i thought" you can't help yourself but whine and buck your hips up.

robin's eyes glare down at the sudden movement while her hands remain on your face. a grin forms on her lips when she looks back up at you. "so you're really that desperate huh?" it's embarrassing how you nod immediately and whine in response. she drops her hand down and points to the bed. "turn around" she commands. when you don't immediately obey, too occupied with her sudden change of attitude, she gets closer to your face again. "did i stutter?" robin gives you a push, a gentle one really, but you didn't expect it and so you stumble backward and drop onto the bed. "that's better" she mutters before stripping out of her own clothes.

that's how you end up on your stomach, face pressed into the pillows to muffle your borderline-human screams while robin is kneeling behind you. she has taken all of her clothes off, before ripping your shirt and bra off as well.

the only thing she is still wearing is the harness of the strap attached to her hips. it's not like you can see it though, with your face in the soft pillows and her hand keeping you in place. you didn't realize at first when robin tied your wrists together and made you turn around, but now you have an understanding of just how restricted you are. she has fucked you through two orgasms already, but she is relentless. robin's body is strong and you know she's got stamina. there's no way for you to get out of this, for you to escape the harsh thrusts of her hips and delicious stretch of your cunt around the toy. "fuck, fuck, fuck" you whimper "robin please- please 's so much" you know that if you wanted to stop, you could just use the safe word and she would stop immediately. but you don't and that's the thing, you don't want to stop. you don't want her to slow down her thrusts or leave you empty and wanting. "ow" robin leans forward so that her lips are close to your ear "is it too much? yeah? weren't you so eager to get fucked filthy huh?"

each word is followed by a short thrust of her hips that drives the strap against your g-spot. "take it" she whispers before leaning back again, giving her body the space it requires to pound into you in all the right ways. "fucking take it like a bitch in heat" robin pants, proving that the constant, strong movement does have an effect on her. your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth hangs open wide, spit drooling all over her bedding. unable to form a proper sentence, you just moan and moan. "look at you" the woman behind you continues. her words are causing your head to spin. "fuck, already going dumb on my strap and we're only getting started" her hands find your waist to slam your ass back against her. she grunts in sync with our high-pitched, embarrassingly loud moans. if you keep this up, the whole neighborhood is gonna know about the two of you. "who knows" she mumbles absentmindedly. "maybe next time I'll ask nancy to join us, would you like that?" your cheeks flush and your grip on the sheets tightens, which is enough of an answer for robin. "oh you would wouldn't you sweet thing?" oh, how you hate the way you don't feel ashamed of the arousal dripping out of your fucked out pussy as robin speaks. "yeah that's what i thought" a hard smack lands on your ass and you whine. "you want to get fucked by two pretty women don't you? yeah? one just isn't enough for you, greedy thing" your whole body is moving with her and the bed is creaking so loudly it would concern you under different circumstances. "wanna show me how badly you crave us? wanna cum for me?" "hmh" you manage while getting entirely wrapped up in the intense pleasure she is giving you. "then do it" she groans from behind. "do it, do it, do it. cum for me. gush around this cock like a good girl, come on" so you do. the pleasure racks through your entire body and makes you see literal stars as it reaches its peak. each nerve in your body feels like it is on fire and your arms give out entirely underneath you. the last things you sense are the loud scream erupting from your throat and robin's praise while she keeps up the pace she has set. your entire body goes slack and even your legs can't hold you anymore. the air around you is hot and your hair is sticking to your sweat-soaked skin. the release-soaked toy is still stroking against your inner walls but robin has slowed down significantly. you whimper when the pleasure fades and it's becoming too much for you to handle. robin must know, by the way you tense beneath her and pulls out slowly. "shhh" she whispers and spins you around gently. you haven't even noticed but you've cried while cumming, your mascara evidently running down your cheeks. "come here" robin tells you and sits you up against herself, already handing you a glass of water that sits on her bedside table. "it's okay, i'm here" she assures and massages your sore muscles. "you did so good you know?" you hum in acknowledgment and enjoy the feeling of her fingers combing through your hair. you could stay this way forever; positively fucked out and with robin taking such good care of you.

[foreverrandomwritings]

Being in a relationship with Robin and being best friends with Eddie-Headcanon

Summary:This is just a quick little thing about being in a relationship with Robin Buckley and also being best friends with Eddie Munson and how that kinda goes. I don’t really know where this started or how it ended. I started typing and just kept typing. 

Pairing: Romantic! Robin Buckley x afab!Reader  Platonic!Eddie Munson x afab!Reader

Warnings:Angst, upside down, uhm fluff, homophobes, underage drinking, neglect and probably more but I’m terrible at these. 

Word count:854

Masterlist    M’s PMC Masterlist

~You had grown up being best friends with Eddie. You lived in Wayne’s trailer park and every time Eddie was over you were combined at the hip. 

~Even though he was older he never fussed about you wanting to tag along with him. 

~Wayne had practically raised you as well since your parents were always on benders and didn’t take care of you much, leaving you to fend for yourself more often than not. 

~You dealt alongside Eddie and would split the profits so Eddie would have some extra cash and you could feed yourself.

~You tagged along to all the Corroded Coffin music sessions.

~Also played dnd with Eddie, the guys and the kids.

~Eddie had opened up to you many years ago that he was gay and you were unwaveringly supportive of him. 

~You were even supportive of him telling you about his crush on Steve Harrington. Even if the guys had been a complete douchebag most of his life. 

~You had opened up to him about your attraction to both guys and girls. 

~He was supportive as always. Especially when you told him you had a crush on Robin Buckley.

~The boy was doing everything in his power to set you guys up. 

~When all the stuff happened with the upside down you were along for the ride.

~You had been in the trailer with Eddie and Chrissy that night and a neighbor had seen that and told the police so you were also on the run. 

~As soon as the gang had found you Eddie and you were both hellbent on setting each other up.

~You were dropping hints to Steve and Eddie was not so subtly dropping hints to Robin. 

~You had dragged Eddie away from the demobats right before they could kill him. 

~The months following the earth shattering experience had consisted of the whole gang spending tons of time together. 

~Eventually Eddie and Steve got together after they both got drunk and confessed their feelings for one another. 

~You and Robin had gotten together after Nancy made it blatantly obvious that you both had feelings for each other. 

~The days that you would all hang out were absolutely hilarious. 

~You and Steve would be on the side in casual conversation while Eddie and Robin were going on a tangent about something random. They would occasionally ask you both questions and you would mumble a response or just nod in understanding. 

~But time spent with just Robin was amazing. 

~She was very space minded and constantly forgot dates so you would write notes and stick them on everything. Steve does the same for Eddie so you have to color code them. 

~She would talk your ear off about work or about something Steve said and you would listen to her intently. 

~You would have to remind her to eat and drink water, so you always carried snacks around which wasn’t out of the norm because you did the same with Eddie. 

~Being with Robin was a lot like being friends with Eddie. The both of them were so similar sometimes it was eerie. But they said the same about you and Steve. 

~That's why you think you all got on so well. You were basically dating the opposite sex of your best friend. 

~You all spend a lot of time at Steve’s house until you find one to rent together. 

~Wayne becomes a parent to Steve and Robin, Steves being absent and Robins not paying attention to her.

~You all have family dinners together and Wayne is so happy that both of his kids have people to make him happy. 

~But you guys aren’t very public with your relationship. Coming from a conservative town it made it hard to be open about your sexuality. 

~But the few people that you did tell were very supportive. Mostly meaning the kids that you were raising as a group. 

~Robin was the most attentive girlfriend when you needed someone to be there for you. 

~She likes to bring you little trinkets, like rocks or leaves or something random she finds that reminds her of you. You have a drawer dedicated to stuff she has gotten you and one dedicated to stuff Eddie has brought you.

~She loves to hold your hand and cuddle with you. Plays with your hair while you lay on her chest. 

~Gives you little kisses all over your face, like literally always peppering your face with kisses. 

~Likes to go to the movies with you because it’s dark and she can hold your hand without anyone noticing. 

~The girl loves to feed you, whether it's skittles or a whole slice of pizza, it's her favorite thing to do. 

~She likes when you wear her shirts or just any of her clothes in general, she thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. 

~Makes you bracelets, which is something Eddie also does so your wrists are literally full of them.

~Will absolutely adore everything you do, the way you smile, laugh, brush your hair, sneeze, literally everything. 

~Overall I 10/10 want to be in this relationship and this friendship.

A/N:I love this thought and I would be willing to write maybe a couple blurbs about this group.

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[hawkins-losers]

can you do a imagine where the reader is bisexual and is dating robin and her best friend is eddie. She hasn’t come out to eddie so when he stops by her house unannounced he finds her getting hot and steamy with robin :’)

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You tongue swiped over Robin's cherry flavored lips, asking for access and deepening the kiss, as one of your hands wandered to her belt and pulled her plaid shirt out of her pants. She let you, but you could feel her tense under your hands and holding back.

Breaking the kiss, you pulled back. ‘’What is it? Do you not want to make out? We can watch a movie if you want-’’

‘’No. That’s not…’’ Robin shook her head, her eyes falling on the door behind you as she bit her lip, a sign of anxiety. 

While she was comfortable with her sexuality, the idea of your mom walking in and catching you in a compromising position on her couch was causing a blockage in her brain.

You followed her eyes and understood her train of thoughts. ‘’My mom is at work until late. You don’t have to worry about anyone interrupting,’’ you explained, reassuring her and tucking her hair behind her ear.

Robin released a breath and nodded, her worries now appeased.

‘’Should we get back to where we were?’’ you asked.

In response, she closed the space between you and smacked her lips on yours, surprising you with a soaring kiss.

Minutes later, your shirt was off and Robin��s button up was opened and hanging off her shoulders as lips and hands traveled each other's bodies, taking advantage of your mother's absence.

Robin's slim fingers were about to unhook your bra when the door burst open and Eddie, your neighbor and best friend, walked in your trailer unannounced, ranting about the new Metallica song he had learned on guitar.

His voice startled you both, making you jump and turn your heads toward the door. Seeing Eddie in the entryway, Robin’s eyes rounded like saucers, quickly grabbing a cushion to cover herself as her cheeks flamed red. She wasn’t naked, but she didn’t want Eddie to see her nipples poking through her bra.

Unlike her, you weren't too bothered by that. It would've been a different story if you had been naked and in the middle of something, but you hadn’t been. It was a close shot though.

‘’Jesus fuck, Munson, can’t you knock?’’ you lashed out at him, glaring daggers in Eddie’s direction.

Eddie wasn’t listening though. ‘’Eh…since when is that happening?’’ He pointed between you and Robin, confused but not judging.

‘’A few weeks,’’ you replied, only now realizing that you hadn't told him about your attraction to girls - and boys.

You felt Robin’s foot poke your thigh and glanced at her. She was looking at you, her blue eyes begging you to make Eddie leave.

‘’Look, Eddie, can we talk about this later? You’re making Robin uncomfortable.’’

To your surprise, he nodded. ‘’I’d tell you to use protection, but that not how it works for girls so-’’

You groaned and grabbed the other cushion on the couch, throwing it at him. ‘’Oh my god, get out!’’

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[agirlwholovesrockstars]

how sweet it is to be loved by you

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summary : your careless neighbor left the gas stove open, you thought, your time in the world ended until someone saves you

warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, both reader and Eddie are 22, use of y/n, reader doesn't have a family in this- DW (she'll be fine), I added a Ian character, mentions of family member passing, Robin calls reader "bestie", establishing a relationship, FLUFFIEST AND ANGSTIEST fic indeed <3

what to expect : strangers to lovers

pairings : FireFighter!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, Bestfriend!Robin Buckley x Reader

note to reader : ugh- god can you imagine Eddie rescuing you? I just had a random thought about this and I hope you'll love it

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"you sure, you'll be okay?" Robin can't stand leaving you alone in the apartment

"I'm fine, Robs, of course- I'll call you"

You flash her with a sweet smile

Robin starts fidgeting with her hands, a sign of nervousness and she's hella worried of your being

She obviously doesn't trust your next door neighbor who is being careless

You can't blame her, you don't have anyone else in the world

You still might have few another relatives in other countries but you're not so sure of it

Your grandma saved up enough for you just so you can be ready when it's time for you to live independent

She thought about everything that you needed to know and learn, it's tough but you won't stop going for it

"Live your life, do what you want, be kind, have courage, don't let anyone try to tear you down and you will find someone who loves you for all eternity"

Those are the last words that your grandma told you to do

Sometimes, you wished that you had someone else to lean on

You did, when you moved to Hawkins, Indiana

Robin Buckley is the very first one you became friends with

You're been in Hawkins for over a year now

Still, Robin confuses that you chose Hawkins out of all of the places

Not that Hawkins is bad- it's just, you never been into a province before

You're used in big cities and you tell her, you need a peace and a fresh new start for a good life....

Hopefully

"Robin" you walk towards to her

She ducks her head down and you hold her hands

"I'll be okay, I promise" you tried to convince her but you know she will never stop worrying about you

"Can you just- come with me?" Robin starts reasoning with you

"What? No! I don't wanna disturb your mom-" you shake your head

"My mom is out of town and you could stay there- where it's safe" she says with pleading eyes

"Robin..." you sigh as you let go of her hands

"Look, I just had this very bad feeling like I'm being serious" she starts rambling

"Bad feeling about what?" you question

"That something else will happened to you" she says with a concern look sitting on her face

"Robs- I appreciate the offer and your concern of my well-being but I will contact you in case of emergency"

She sighs in defeat as she grabs her bag

"Promise?"

you chuckle "I promise"

She finally smiles as she pulls you into a tight hug

"I will be crazy if something really bad happened to you, if my guts are right"

You roll your eyes as you pulled back "That's just your mind messing with you, Robs"

She laughs unenthusiastically as she reaches at the doorknob

"if I was right, you better get ready for my ultimate teasing of the year"

"Yeah, whenever you say, Robs"

"Ha! I love you, Bestie!"

"I love you too, Robs!"

You get comfortable at your own bed as you snuggle up with a pile of pillows

You drifted off to sleep, you're tired at the entire day of being a working student

Your next door neighbor, left the gas stove open, the fire starts blazing the kitchen

A smoke coming out of the door, the others are now complaining about the air until it was too late to get it out

you started coughing from your sleep, it smells awful and suffocating, you open your eyes and you see a big black smog and before you know it...

An explosion happened, you could hear the windows breaking and your other neighbors are screaming and calling for help

You could hear the footsteps outside of your room some others are banging at your door yelling for you to go outside immediately

You couldn't hear any voices after that because of the ceiling collapsing

You try to stay calm until you saw your front door is guarded with a huge flame and you know that doorknob is hot to touch

If you try to open anything or your window, it would cause another massive explosion

You crawl down from your bed and carefully grab a cloth and wet it with a towel and you cover your nose and mouth for it

You can't stay here and you can't even call for help

You could feel your walls are now warm and you can't breathe easily anymore

You started wrapping yourself with your cream cardigan in the corner of your room

You didn't even notice that you're shaking and your eyes are now watery because of the intense smoke from the fire

There's nothing you could do or try to escape every part of the room is dangerous to move and to touch

All you can do is don't try to panic, you just hope that someone...

Someone will come for you....

You closed your eyes and picture of your memories with your grandma and your bestfriend, Robin

Your watery eyes and your sobbing starts mixing up with your emotions, you start to speak for yourself

"I'm only 22, I haven't lived my life yet, please someone save me, someone take me away from this."

A firetruck came, the wailing alarm sound starts blaring around the place

Your bestfriend came out with Hopper's car

Jim contacted Robin, Hopper knew that you had no else but they're willing to help you out

"Oh my fucking god! No! Y/N!" Robin eyes starts welling up with so much terror as she calls out for your name

While she's looking outside of your building with her head raised up

"I knew something is going to happen, if only she would've listen to me, we could've prevented this" she sobbed and clutching her heart hoping that you will be found as soon as possible

She saw a fireman on the way running up at the emergency stairs as he prepares for the impact on your window

Another glass shattered, all of the people exclaimed in fear

Robin gasps as Hopper stays besides her assuring her that you will be okay

"Where is she? Oh no- Y/N" Steve runs towards to Robin quickly as he passes bunch of families coming out of the fire and disaster

A lot of emergency vans coming, police cars, firetrucks

Steve, didn't know you very well since he is moved to a different place for his job

But you two knew each other, he is a nice friend like Robin

You both adore them

Robin starts crying unstoppably "She's still there" is the only thing that she can say

Steve runs his face with his hands in shock

A fireman went inside of the broken as he looked harder and walked very gently around the the room

From the bedside table, he saw you

Sitting in the corner with a wet towel on your nose and mouth

Your eyesight is now blurry and you felt dizzy

Your mind couldn't able to manage who is the figure above you

If only he could see your face clearly, you had a chance of being alive because of him

You sob through your stinged eyes as you try to move

You could feel that you're about to pass out from any moment as he reaches for your hand to hold you

"You'll be fine" he says as he carries you- as he hold you tight by your whole body along with your legs

Even at your state with your lungs filled with unbreathable air, you still understand his words

But you don't have any more power to take a good look at the person who is rescuing you

"We got a last one survivor at the 6th floor" Ian reports with his walkie-talkie

"Steve! It's her!" Robin shouts while pointing at you

Steve puts his hands over the top of his head as he squeezes his eyes shut "Oh...thank god"

"I'm sorry, kids, my officers at the hospital informed me that no visitors allowed tonight" Hopper says as he watches you with your rescuer laying you on the emergency bed

"What?!" Robin's voice cracked at the frustration

"I guess, it's their protocol, but I'm sure she'll be okay"

"Hopper, please- she has no one to look out for her- what if-" Robin became frantic until Steve puts a hand over her shoulder as she sighs in exasperation

"Can we visit her tomorrow?" Steve asks as he glances at Robin with a small smile

"Yeah, I'm sure they will let you in for tomorrow" Hopper says in reassurance

Steve & Robin both nod at Hopper as they kept their eyes at the emergency van from where you are with compassion expression on their faces

The nurses rushes you out of the emergency van as they quickly and prepare for a separate room

The fireman removed his helmet and breathes heavily as he watches the others checking on your vital signs

"I can't believe you always got the last survivor" Ian walks beside him who is also exhausted

"You know me, I can't leave the place without double checking for more survivors" he says as he puts his helmet under his arm

"Yeah, I know- you're stubborn for not following the rules" Ian says while rubbing his sweat and dirt with a handkerchief

"Can I just stay here?" He says not looking at his friend, his eyes are fixed on you

"Why?" He questions as he follows his friend's gaze

"I think she doesn't have anyone else to guard on her" he answers

Before Ian can reply, a nurse comes up to the fireman

"Is there a family member or a guardian?"

"N-No, I'm afraid there's none"

"She doesn't have any body injuries, wounds, cuts, none but her lungs needed to be cleared and need of good oxygen because of the fire smoke- she needs to rest here for a couple of days just to sanitize her whole body system and she will be fine"

"Is- Is that good news or bad news?" he asks still unsure if you will be okay

The nurse tugged up a smile "It's good news"

He nods as he asks for one more thing "Can I be with her until she's fully recovered?"

"Sure, you can"

"Thank you"

"What in the world are you doing?!?"

Ian looks at his friend like he has done the most unbelievable thing on earth

"That person is a stranger, dude!" Ian gestures at you trying to prove his point

He has no words to explain this yet he starts "I just don't know why, man, but I have this feeling that I had to be with her"

Ian laughs in disbelief "Are you out of your goddamn mind?!? You don't even know her?!?"

He leaves his friend without saying another word, obviously, headed towards to your hospital bed

Ian shakes his head as he speaks to himself

"He is out of his fucking mind"

You're still asleep as he looks over to your chest rising up slowly

"Is there a specific time or day that she will woke up?" He asked at the nurse who is checking on your dextrose

"Hopefully, tomorrow noon she will wake up"

He nods as he takes a moment to stare at your face

"Wow" he says as he roams his eyes around your face

Even you looked a lil' sick from the disaster but still you're effortlessly breathtaking

"I know, you don't even know who I am but for some reason- I am here to help you and take care for you" he says as he puts his hand on top of yours

From that moment he did that action, your hand moved a little bit and he raises both of his eyebrows

He smirks jokingly "You can't see me but you can hear me, huh?"

Your rescuer kept his word, he stayed all night with you

He removed his uniform as he ate himself a snack while watching MTV on the television

He always takes his chances to glance at you

He dozed off until 7am, he slept on the chair slouching back, the moment he tried to stretch out he curses under his breath at the sore on his back

He rubbed his tired eyes as he looks over at you, he is still admiring you, he doesn't know why his heart flutters

"I hope you'll wake up sooner or later" he smiles to himself before he exits the room

He purchased a basket filled with a lot of stuff, flowers, hazelnut chocolate bars, some buttery pastries and a letter

He came back with a chicken sub sandwich as he halts his tracks on the nurse in front of him

"Oh, there you are" the nurse glanced at him while tapping the pen on the clipboard

He suddenly straighten his stance "What is it?"

"I just wanted to let you know that she'll be waking up from any moment now"

"Really?" He is wide eyed at the announcement

The nurse nods as she leaves your room

He wants to stay but he can't, Wayne must've been looking for him

"I wish I could stay a little more longer, I hope this isn't the last time" he says as he starts to get up and grab his things

He looks at you, one last time before leaving you

He memorizes your face, he wants to remember every exact detail about you

He informs your nurse that he will be leaving, just ask the main office fire department for him, he left a number

He forgot to tell his name

Your whole body feels excruciating painful for laying too long

You're getting to start to have consciousness

Your open your eyes slowly, your eyesight are blurry until it fades

You look around to see that you're in a hospital

You try to sit up and felt a twinge of headache, you groaned

You notice a basket beside you, it looks so pretty

Even you feel worse, you still manage to smile

You found the items in it are to your liking until there's a piece of paper that caught your eye

You unfolded it as you read what's inside of it

"Hi, I'm the one who rescued you from the fire, I've noticed that you're alone so I insisted and decided to stay with you the whole midnight, the meals that they prepared for you I already organized them so you don't have to move and um- I hope you'll love the basket that I gave just for you and I wish we'll see each other again." :)"

you giggled while reading the letter, you didn't even noticed that you also have this weird feeling forming up on your chest

you're also smiling widely, there's a scribbled note on the bottom and you're so curious what's the reason why

"You're awake!" Robin appeared out of nowhere as she rans towards you

Thankfully, she taken the note that you're in a dextrose and don't have the strength of the same thing that she has so-

She carefully hugged you as you gladly accepted

"I'm sorry, I should've been here last night, Hopper, told us-"

She stops as she glances down at the letter that you're holding

"Is that a letter?"

"Yeah" you're still re-reading the letter again for the second time, you're catching feelings with a stranger

She steps back "There is something going on with you" she gestures her hands onto you

You let the letter rest down, you furrow your brows

She gasps "Your cheeks!" she finishes her statement while cupping her mouth

You touched your cheeks as she pointed it out

"it's tinged pink!" She exclaims as you roll your eyes at her

She laughs teasingly as she holds the gift basket up

You could see the hint of mischievous on her eyes as it begins to go even more wider and hyper

She snaps her fingers "Oh my god! It's the fireman who rescued you!"

"There's nothing going on here, Robs" you say lowly as you shook your head

"Uh no- you're wrong, there is definitely something that is indeed going on between the Mr. Fireman and you" she snorts at your in denial

"Mr. Fireman?" Steve chimes as he closes the door

"Hi, Steve!" You greet him, ignoring Robin's teasing

Steve smiles to you and he asks if you're feeling well and you nod

She chuckles as she says to Steve "Miss Y/N here has finally found her true love, remember the guy who climbed his way up just to see if there's anymore survivors left?"

He nods gesturing for her to continue

Your brows knit together as you listen

"That's the same guy who stays with Y/N all night like literally! the nurse told me that he stayed with her and she describes that he is very alerted and keeps checking on you all the damn time!" she starts gawking and Steve is amused by this story

"And look at this!" Robin holds up the basket in front of Steve "He even gifted her a basket"

"It's just a basket, Robs" you reason with her

"But with flowers, chocolates and flaky pastries" she says as you sigh

You tried to remember correctly Robin's explanation, you wandered off

He risked his safety just to save you?

"Wait, Robs- so you're telling me that he goes back even it's dangerous?"

Robin nods aggressively "Yeah, you're the last one, it's so scary that after he got you, the flame starts growing everywhere- I was like "Thank god!" he found you right on time"

Your eyes soften and it's very heartwarming

You're so grateful and thankful for that person

"I overheard that he is very well-known fireman who returns to check and to look for more civilians" Steve adds as you nod at him

"Yes! Y/N if it wasn't for him you're wouldn't be here" Robin eyes turns to a worried look

God, you didn't even know why you feel so fluffy all over until you heard your friends snickering

You facepalmed as you catch them grinning at you

"You got it bad, huh?" Steve smirks

"Y/N, babe- i just realized you're a damsel in distress and he's your knight and shining armor" Robin taunts at you as you scrunch up your face in annoyance

You scoff as you dismissive the both of them with your hand

"Fuck off- guys- anyways did you know his name?"

Steve thinks for a moment "Uh no, sorry Y/N"

Robin nods as well "But we can help you out to find your prince charming" she teases more as you flip her off and you could hear Steve laughing

Finally, you got discharged after 3 days from the hospital

Thankfully, you secured your personal documents and even a emergency fund just in case

You've lost a lot in that fire at your apartment, your clothes and even some appliances that you bought with your own money

It hurts but you're not afraid to start all over again

But first, you want to look for your mystery rescuer who doesn't left a name

Robin offers to borrow some of her clothes and things that she doesn't use anymore

It's a forest green dress with a sweetheart shape on the front and pair of sandals and an old shoulder bag

You approached the fire department, you see a lot of firemen walking outside for lunch, some others are chilling in the firetruck

"Can I help you?"

You turned around "Yeah- I'm looking for a certain fireman that works here"

He takes a good look at you for a moment and his eyes widen the second he recognizes you

"Oh- are you the last survivor that is rescued recently?"

You smile "Yes, that's me!"

"How you feeling?"

"Good, physically, but I feel bad for the lost stuff that was burned in the fire" You shrug

"Totally get that, but I hope you'll get back on track"

"Thank you"

"I'm Ian, by the way"

"I'm Y/N" you checked your watch- you might get late for work if you wait for him

"Oh no- I need to go now, can you um- give this to him?" You fish out the envelope letter from your bag

"Yes, of course" he takes it

You say goodbye as you left the premises

"You have a visitor earlier" Ian announces

"What?" He asks as he folded his clothes in the locker

"She asked me to give this to you" he hands the envelope letter

"She?"

"It's the same girl that you just saved recently"

"Oh- her! She got out?" He beamed as he has that heart eyes again at your handwriting

"Yeah, she looked great and she is looking for you"

He nods along as he listens to his friend, his eyes are fixated on the letter

"I figured that she has no idea what your name is" Ian flashes him with eyes of mischief, fucking Ian he did it on purpose

"Did you tell her?"

"No- I didn't"

"Dude!" he throws his hands up

"Bro- look she I just talked to her for a while and then she left very fast!"

He sighs as he keeps looking at your letter

"When will I ever see you again?" He thinks to himself

"You're so sure of her, huh?" Ian crosses his arms as he chortled to his friend, who is desperate to see you again

He nods "When I get the chance to see her, I wanna tie the knot with no hesitations" He raises your letter upwards

Ian laughs "She got you all hooked up!" as he claps both of his hands in the process

"Shut the fuck up, man" he says with a playful smile on his face

"Alright, alright!" Ian chuckles, he surrenders as he zips his bag

"I will see her someday, I just have to" he says to himself

"Hello, I received your letter, I hope we'll meet again and I really want to express my gratitude to you in person and about the basket, it's perfect- I don't if it's just a coincidence but I love hazelnut chocolate! I'm really happy for that, I guess I could say just for now, Thank you for staying the night with me ♡."

He doesn't even realized that he's holding up his breath as he reads through your letter

Oh, his heart soars to the extent at the thought that you want to see him like he wanted too

"Have you seen him yet?" Robin speaks through the receiver

You play with the telephone cord "Unfortunately, no, Robs"

She hums "Did ask for his name though?"

You squeeze your eyes shut "Oh- shit I forgot about that!"

"But I met someone there his name is Ian and I think he knows something but he doesn't try to tell it to me"

She chuckles "Ain't that mean"

"Yeah, I know right"

Unbeknownst to you, a fireman enters the premises while you're on the other side of the diner

He sats at the corner of the room as he orders a cup of coffee

He reads your letter again

"Hey, Y/N! We need some assistance at the kitchen!" your co-worker calls out to you

You cover the receiver with your hand

"Okay! I'll be right there!" You reply

"I'm gonna go, Robs"

"Hey, Y/N- wait"

"What?"

"I'm going to manifest him for you, I bet he is there right now!"

"That's really sweet, Robs" you sarcastically say ignoring your cheeks blushing

"I'm gonna visit you in there with Steve"

"Oh- sure! See ya later!"

"Take care, Y/N"

And by that you placed the phone back as you make your way inside the kitchen

While cleaning and brushing the dishes, you overheard your co-workers talking

"Is that the guy who saved a girl from the fire recently?"

"Yeah, I think so"

"He's a very nice fella"

You froze and started blinking rapidly, you turn your heel around, you didn't care for your soapy hands dripping

"I'm sorry, excuse me- we have a customer who is a fireman went in here?"

"Yes?"

You looked around as you ask "Is he still here?"

"Uh- no I think he just left"

Your heart starts beating fast as you excuse yourself for a minute, your co-workers are confused as they called your name

You removed your apron and hang it on the side as you ran towards to the backroom

You searched and looked everywhere

You could feel like you're about to cry as you spot him on the other side of the street

You crossed the road as you both ways for the upcoming vehicles

He stops as he finishes his cup of coffee that went into the trash can

You cleared your throat to grab his attention

He looked back and there you are- words caught up on his throat

"Hi, are you-"

"it's you"

He moves much more closer to you

You brows furrowed as you try to recall his voice

"Can you try to speak again?" Your eyes gleaming with recognition

"You're the one that I've been looking for!" He exclaims happily

You gasped "It is you!" as you smile to yourself- as you remembered

"You'll be fine" you say

He gave you a look of appalled expression

He squints his eyes "You remembered me saying that to you?!"

"Yeah" you smile softly at him

"I'm Eddie- technically, it's Edward Munson but I prefer to be called Eddie" he blurted out

"Oh gosh, finally! I've been dying to know your name" you let out a breathy laugh

"Yeah? What's yours?" He smiles, his eyes are out of this world- you could stare at it for hours

"I'm Y/N L/N"

"Y/N" he says your name and it makes your heart burst

"So, uh- how you're been doing?" He gestures for you two to walk while talking which you automatically accepted

"I'm fine because I finally found you" you giggle and woah- where that came from?

"Damn, I saved you before and now you found me" he grins like a Cheshire cat- cute

"I guess we're even" you proudly say

Despite his heroic persona with his job, he is actually very quite charming and fun to be with and it feels so comfortable talking to him- it feels safe and also you're contented with that

You're both seated at the bench of the sidewalk

"This is the time I get to say thank you so much for everything" you say as you put your hand over your chest

"you don't have to do that, sweetheart" he smiles down at you as he studies your face

Sweetheart?

"I think I died right here and came back alive again" your mind talks

"That's so very amazing of you to do that to people and I admire it" you praised him

"Oh, you heard about that, huh?" He rest his back at the bench

"I just don't wanna take things for granted, you know what I mean? If it's still there and just do what you have to do, it might be too late for anything if you don't try" he paused

"I know we all go... but I want to give people this message as don't waste your time just live your life to the fullest" he says with so much honesty

"You're such a good person, Eds" you nod at him, he looks straight into your eyes and sees no judgement, you cared

He blushes at the nickname "Honey, you ain't see nothing yet" he tucks your hair behind your ear

He is so right about you

"I met some of your co-workers"

"Really, who?"

"Ian"

He laughs "Oh- that motherfucker, he knows what he's doing"

"Who? Ian?"

"Yeah, he's my friend"

Your eyes almost bulge as you laugh along with him

He is so silly in fact, you could tell he is insufferable to be with

"Hey, look over there!" Eddie points his finger

You swing your head around and notice something isn't there but the moment you look back at him- he is super close to you- your breath gets hitched as he planted a kiss on your cheek

He returns to his position and now a smug smile is now sitting on his handsome face

You can't deny that he looked really fine

You touched your cheek where he just kissed you

You push his chest playfully but he snatches your arm to pull you closer to him

He is going to be the death of me

"I have a huge crush on you, Y/N" he admits as he ducks his head shyly

How could someone be so hot and cute at the same time?!?

"I feel the same way too" you say as you leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek as well

"Seriously? This is the first time you saw me clearly"

"I've never doubted my feelings for you, Eddie"

His eyes soften, you're telling the truth

He didn't think twice to wrap his arms around you into a tight hug, you melt with it

"Y/N?" You heard Robin's voice as you pulled back to see her, Steve is standing beside her

Eddie frowned as he missed your warmth

Robin darts her eyes to you and to "Eddie?"

You couldn't be more fucking confused

"You knew each other?"

"We knew each other, Y/N"

"What?!?" You throw your hands up

"Hey, Buckley" he smirks at her

"Harrington" he salutes to him playfully

"Okay, let me get this straight, so- after all this time, the mystery fireman who saved you is Eddie Munson?!" Robin explains as you could see her mind connecting the dots

"He's our friend! Y/N!" Steve laughs harder while holding his stomach to your confusion

"Oh my god?!?" You slapped your hand over your mouth, as you begin to laugh as well

"Since when you get interested into the fire department?" Steve asks him intently

"Well- I"

"I thought you're out of town with your band?" Robin who is also confused

You turned your head around so quickly that you could feel your neck is about to break of what you just heard

"You have a band? Like a rock band?!?"

"It's metal, darling" he winks at you as you playfully roll your eyes

You feel butterflies at your stomach to all the nicknames that he's throwing at you like it was nothing

"Not that I don't want you back here is just that fire department is not your zone" Steve corrects his words

"It is his zone, he created a name for his band not only that in the fire department too! How fucking cool is that!" Robin made a high-five to Eddie as you sniggered to their interaction

"I get that, Harrington, since- well- the boys, Jeff & Gareth, wanted a break so each of us go to different places and I guess joined that is outside of music" he shrugs

"How come I didn't knew you before, Y/N?"

Robin and Steve shared a knowing look

"I'm here at Hawkins for over a year now"

Eddie thinks for a few moments "Oh, I was on a tour back then but wait- why didn't you guys tell me about her?"

"We've never gotten the chance to tell it to you" Robin says while she runs her fingers through her hair

"You're so busy with your band, man" Steve rests his hands on his hips

Eddie is convinced with that, he hums while he casually holds your hand

"I think it's safe to say that-"

"What?"

"That this is not a coincidence" he points to himself and to you

"But a destiny" he gestures his finger up with a devilish grin on his face

"My god, Eddie!" You laughed at his actions

Robin smirks at the both of you "Gosh, check out our girl" she nudges Steve as he shook his head

"Robs- Stop!" You laugh

"Y/N! You're glowing!"

Eddie agrees to her as he could see it as well, you're beautiful as always but right now? You're radiating because of him, his love for you

"Let's go to the diner and both of you could continue canoodling in there" Steve chuckles "I'm hungry" he adds

Robin has that eat-shitting grin you always despise

You both get up as Eddie offers his hand to hold you

"You picked the right guy, Y/N" Robin whispers to you as Eddie glares at her

"A rockstar, a strong fireman and plus he got himself a girl in the process? Teach me your ways, Munson" Steve continues to tease him

"This is why I fucking hate coming back to this town" he scoffs but a smile rests on his face

"But you missed us, don't you?" Robin pouts

"I'm afraid he doesn't even remember us at all, Robin- you know what happens to rockstars who forgets their old friends" Steve presses the teasing even harder

That was the last straw for Eddie

"Y'all both painfully annoying just shoo away!" Eddie threatens to kick them both but they started snickering away from him

You laugh at their commotion

He returns to you as he put his arm around your shoulder

"Don't listen to them" he chuckles as he sighs in relief

"So, I will get to be your rockstar's girlfriend?"

"If you'll have me" he pulls you into his side

This is too good to be true, you can't even think if this is reality or not

"What if I fall?"

"Sweetheart, I will always be there to catch you"

You smiled so sweetly at him and that is enough for Eddie as he kissed at the top of your head

Your grandma last words we're right

You did truly found a person that is yours and only yours forever and ever

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character list

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DOCTOR WHO

Nine, Ten, Eleventh, Thirteen, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Jack Harkness, Donna Noble

RED, WHITE, & ROYAL BLUE

Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Bea

TED LASSO

Ted Lasso, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Keeley Jones, Rebecca Welton

STRANGER THINGS

Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson

THE OUTSIDERS

Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Sodapop Curtis, Darry Curtis, Steve Randall, Twobit Matthews, Dallas Winston

MARVEL

Matt Murdock, Peter Parker (Tobey, Andrew, Tom), Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Loki, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

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Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Evans, Pandora Lovegood, Regulus Black, Dorcas Meadows, Marlene McKinnon, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Roiser, Alice Fortescue, Mary MacDonald, Narcissa Black

[If you want one of these characters, like Remus for example to be older like during the Harry Potter movies let me know!]

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Sebastian Sallow, Amit Thakkar, Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Garreth Weasley, Ominis Gaunt

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Video Killed The Metal Star (Willow's Wonderful 10k Celebration)

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x GN!Reader

Rating: Pure fluff, mention of horror films

Word Count: 2k

Prompt: Buckley!Reader - Eddie drops by Family Video to chat with Steve and Robin when Robin's sibling walks in. Something about them makes Eddie's legs feel like jelly. He's absolutely smitten, Something Steve and especially Robin will tease him about mercilessly as soon as Y/N leaves.

Author's Note: Congratulations to @loveronlineee on your milestone, it's so well deserved for all your amazing writing, and thanks for running this celebration! I loved the idea of Buckley sibling, and I've tried not to focus on appearance as much as possible and more the Buckley vibe so I hope you all enjoy :)

Video Killed The Metal Star

Another Saturday night in Hawkins and The Hideout had agreed to let Corroded Coffin play again, on the condition they drum up more than their usual audience of four drunks. Never one to half-ass anything, this led to Eddie spending his day making the rounds, posters in hand, begging his friends, neighbors, and just about every citizen in town to come see his band tonight. Next stop on his promotional tour: Family Video.

The bell chimed over his head as he entered the familiar little space, greeted by the usual chorus of Steve and Robin arguing cinematography until they reluctantly let themselves be interrupted by the potential customer,

"Munson! What can we help you with today?" Steve called out, his friendly tone a far cry from his first few conversations with the Dungeon Master. Eddie smiled at his ever growing social-circle, getting a nod from Robin as she buried herself in the returns shelf at the back of the desk.

"I'm here about what I can do for you, Harrington. And you, Buckley!" He called out enthusiastically, holding up a poster in one hand and flourishing around it with the other. "The coolest band in Hawkins is playing The Hideout tonight, and not only do you get an incredibly metal poster for your notice board," Pausing as he thrust it towards Steve, who rolled his eyes but moved to pin it in pride of place anyway, "but you two are also invited." He ended, smiling like he was doing them both a favour, only to receive very unimpressed looks in response.

"You always ask us to come see your band Eddie." Robin queried from under the desk, finally straightening up to face Eddie, met with pleading brown eyes and hands clasped together,

"Well today I'm begging. Please! They'll only let us play if we actually bring an audience this time. Harrington, come on, there's no way you don't have some lucky lady on the horizon who'd jump at the chance to get frisky to live, kick-ass, music with you." A retching noise was all Robin would dignify that sentence with, but Eddie could tell he was starting to get Steve onside when the chime behind him sounded again.

"Great, another non-customer." Steve sighed out sarcastically, grimacing as he earned a slap from Robin who quickly, and clumsily, vaulted the desk to move towards you. Before Eddie even turned to look at who had joined them, he smiled. He couldn't quite place why, his lips seemingly forming the shape of their own accord, knowing something he didn't as his gaze finally moved over his shoulder. And then he saw you, his heart simultaneously dropping to the pit of his stomach, and feeling lighter than it ever had before. Like staring at a solar eclipse, he knew he had to blink, to look away or face getting hurt, but something about your light made it impossible to tear himself away.

"Robin! You said you got new stock in today? I brought back my videos from last week." Every cell of you beamed with warmth as you spoke, extending an armful of boxes towards her proudly. Forcing his eyes to shift to your arms, Eddie scanned the labels, desperate for any clue to your inner workings, surprised at how many of the titles he recognised.

"I can take those for you Buckley."

'Buckley? Is he talking to Robin or?'

Steve reached over the counter, flicking through the pile and shaking his head, "Given all the crap we've seen in this place, I don't know how you two can still love horror films."

In almost-rehearsed sync you and Robin both gasped, you opening the defense,

"It's about the choice to be scared Steven." You stepped back into the shelves, disappearing as Robin picked up your thread,

"It's about the suspense and the build up, the rush of the chase,"

"And the inevitable capture!" You leapt out behind Robin, grabbing her shoulders and making her jump, almost knocking over the display next to her and landing you both in fits of laughter.

Eddie was certain, you and Robin are definitely family. You had the same thoughtful stare as Robin, the same passion in the way you spoke like every word had been carefully crafted by you, just waiting for an attempt at rebottle. But while Robin carried a worried energy that Eddie found himself relating to more than he'd like, you seemed more free, like you knew exactly who you were and liked yourself all the same. Eddie had only known you existed for a minute, but he felt like he was a happier person for knowing you were out in the world. And then you looked at him, smiling bright, and all at once every muscle in his body melted into jelly, and he found himself desperately clinging to the front desk to stay upright as you made the world around him spin.

"Oh! I didn't realise you were already with a customer, sorry to interrupt!" You took a few relaxed steps towards him, watching his mouth fall slightly agape in silence. He was either very rude or very nervous around you and as you heard him let out a small laugh you were pretty confident which one it was.

'What was that noise? You need to say some actual words Munson, now.'

"Don't worry about it, I'm not actually here." He stuttered out, watching your brow furrow at his words, and your smile turn questioning. "I mean I'm not actually here to rent a video, I just came to hang out..." He trailed off as he searched the corners of his mind for why he had come here in the first place, coming up completely blank.

"(Y/N), this is Eddie, Eddie this is (Y/N)." Robin said as she moved to the back of the small room, tone measured as she watched the way Eddie nodded enthusiastically at the information, markedly different to his usual reaction to meeting new people.

"So you're Eddie, it's nice to finally meet you! I'm (Y/N), the other Buckley." You settled onto the edge of the counter, not missing the way Eddie's eyes travelled down to your legs before they met yours again, now closer to his height. As transparent as he was, hanging on your every word, eyes wide in disbelief that you could have possibly spent so long in the same town without your gravitational force pulling him to you before now, he was grateful you couldn't hear the adoring inner monologue that threatened to render him incapable of conversation. He wanted to tell you that he liked his name better when you said it, or that all he could think about was stepping into the space between your knees and letting his lips meet yours. But as he fought back a cascade of thoughts about how deep down he knew he'd never met anyone like you, he only managed to stumble out enthusiastically,

"I like horror films."

Eddie's shifting body language hadn't gone unnoticed by Steve or Robin as they leaned against the far corner of the room, watching the adoring focus spread across his face with every word you shared. Steve cleared his throat quietly before leaning close to Robin's ear,

"I've never asked before, but um, is (y/n), you know..." The back of Robin's hand met his shoulder with force before he could finish the sentence, a sharp whisper leaving her lips,

"Being gay isn't genetic Dingus! But honestly I don't really know what (Y/n)'s type is..." Steve held up his hands in defense, turning to face Robin as he backed away

"I didn't think it was! I was just checking before I go over there, I know what you Buckley's are like for breaking hearts."

Meanwhile Eddie had a thousand tiny flowers blooming inside him under your warming light, like if his deep brown eyes stared into yours for long enough then everything might just be okay. And he'd recovered enough from his initial fumble to have managed to get a little more conversation out, the kindness and curiosity in your smile making it easy to open himself up to you. He only wished Steve would stop waving over your shoulder trying to distract him.

'Wait a minute, why's Harrington looking at me like that.'

Eddie leaned slightly to see him better, trying not to show his attention shifting. And then an exasperated Steve finally pulled Eddie's poster off the wall, gesturing to it dramatically,

oh.

"I just remembered why I came here. Do you like music?" Eddie kicked himself for interrupting your train of thought, certain he'd just lost any chance he had of a yes to his follow up question.

"I've been known to like some music, why do you ask Eddie?" You said it again, softer and kinder than anyone had said his name before. Your eyes flickered down to his fidgeting hands, watching him play with his rings as he fought his way through his next sentence.

"Would you maybe want to come see my band tonight? We're called Corroded Coffin and we're playing at the Hideout."

"Corroded Coffin." You repeated the name thoughtfully, watching Eddie's face frozen in anticipation as he nodded in response.

"Very cool band name Munson, definitely sounds like a horror film I'd borrow." You nodded at Robin as she set a fresh stack of rentals on the counter beside you. "What time should I be there?" You watched Eddie face twist into a rapturous smile, practically shaking with excitement in his studded leather boots.

"Well we usually go on at 9, but if you wanted I could pick you at 7 and we could get something to eat first? Together?" You placed one hand gently on his shoulder as you hopped down from the counter, leaving a warmth in its place as you turned away that Eddie was desperate to feel again. You waved at Steve and Robin and picked up your new haul, turning back to face Eddie before you left,

"I'll see you at 7 then Eddie, it's a date." And with that you left the little store taking a stack of videos and a metalhead's heart with you.

"Hey Munson, "do you like music", very smooth man." Steve jeered from across the store, snapping Eddie out the trance you seemed to have effortlessly put him in.

"Shut up Harrington, I got there in the end." Eddie countered, trying to hide the growing heat flushing his cheeks,

"You wouldn't have a date tonight without my help though." Steve called out smugly, a fact Eddie couldn't bring himself to dispute.

"Hey Eddie," Robin teased, "What's my address worth to you?" Eddie's face dropped, he hadn't even thought to ask, and as Steve's laugh bellowed across the shop he realised Robin held his entire evening squarely in her hands. He dropped to his knees and held his hands up in prayer to his friend,

"I beg of you kind and merciful Robin, please please give me your address! I'll do anything to pay homage to you." He bowed dramatically to the floor, not daring to move until he heard Robin scribbling on a piece of paper beside him.

"Rise Eddie the indebted, and I will give you my address on one condition." Robin matched his grandious tone, holding the note just out of his reach, "Next weekend you drive me and Vickie to the fair."

"Deal!" Eddie replied quickly, grabbing the note and sprinting for the door, calling out behind him, "But I'm bringing (Y/n)!"