#strangers things fanfiction

[thelovelylolly]

hey hey 🫶🫶

i saw ur requests were open so i thought eh why not 😚😚 can i plss get an eddie x like a hippie reader?? like crystals, stevie nicks, tarot cards the works yk??

tyyy 🩷🩷

Crystal Chick

Summary: Eddie, the metalhead and freak, has a crush on you, the resident hippie of Hawkins High. Warnings: fem!reader (she/her pronouns are used), reader is described as shorter than eddie, let me know if i missed any! Notes: ive recently gotten into crystals and tarot, so i love this request! im not like a full on hippie, but im definitely leaning towards it lol

"Wait, wait, wait, you like the crystal chick?"

Eddie grumbled and looked away to hide his blush. His friends, the Hellfire Club, just put two and two together and he knew they were gonna tease him. He noticed you on the first day of school, driving by him with Stevie Nicks blaring from your car. Since then, you've always caught his eye whether you knew it or not.

"She's not just a crystal chick, Mike," Eddie answered, glaring at Mike and the rest of the table. "She's a hippie, I think."

"That means she's a crystal chick."

"Does it matter? Eddie Munson likes a hippie!" Dustin added.

Eddie rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

He remembered when you two first talked. You were in the theater room, where Hellfire is usually hosted, and you were doing a tarot reading. Eddie walked in and you looked up at him, a little upset that he messed with your reading.

"Can I help you?" You had asked him, already collecting the crystals and cards you had laid out.

"Oh, uh, my club meets here..." Eddie answered, trailing off as you stood up.

Your outfit was eclectic, but flowy. You had stacks of necklaces on, some with moons and suns, other with crystals. Your rings were the same, you had on bangles and your earrings dangled low. You put your things in your patched up bag and stood in front of him, breaking him from his thoughts.

"You a metalhead or something?" You asked, looking up at him with your hands on your hips.

"Are you a hippie or something?" He countered, a smile pulling at his lips.

You smirked before walking past him and calling back, "see ya around."

With that, you were gone and Eddie had a crush on you.

"Hey, look! Here she comes!" Dustin said a bit too loudly, breaking Eddie from his flashback.

You walked past the Hellfire table with your patched up bag slung over arm and your lunch bag in your hand. You had on beat-up bellbottom jeans with a flowy top that tied in the front, and you had on your usual eclectic accessories. You glanced at Eddie as you passed by then continued to your usual spot.

The other guys went crazy when they saw you look at Eddie, who was still watching you as you reached your spot in the corner of the cafeteria and sat down.

"You should go talk to her!" Dustin eagerly suggested, the others agreeing with him.

Eddie shook his head, picking at his food as a distraction. "No, I...I don't think she would like me. I'm not her type."

"How do you know that?" Gareth asked.

"Have you seen her? She's beautiful and her style is so cool, plus she's pretty smart to remember all those crystals and cards and stuff. I'm just, y'know, me."

"Boo! Enough self-doubt, just go try! You don't know what's gonna happen," Dustin replied.

Eddie thought about it for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. Pros: you'd actually like him back or at least want to be friends with him. Cons: he embarrasses himself and further cements his place as a freak. But he didn't really care. He sighed and got up, the rest of the guys cheering as they watched him walk over to you.

You were picking at your food and reading a book with crystals on the torn up cover. You heard Eddie's footsteps as he got closer and looked up. You closed your book and leaned forward when he sat across from you.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," you replied, a small smile on his face. Since your first interaction with him, you found out that Eddie Munson was the school freak and the leader of the D&D club. You also found out that he was in fact a metal head and was in a band. You wanted to talk to him more, but you never found a good time.

"I, uh, I saw you walk over here and thought I'd join you," Eddie started, then quickly added, "but I can go if you want to be left alone. I don't want to intrude or anything."

You giggled at his awkwardness. "You can stay. I don't mind, Eddie."

"Okay, cool..."

You two were quiet for a few minutes, the rest of the chatter from the cafeteria keeping it from being too awkward. You noticed how he fidgeted with his rings, a habit you have yourself. You smiled and covered his hands with yours, stopping his fidgeting and causing him to look at you with blush on his cheeks.

"You have a question for me, don't you?" You asked.

"H-how'd you know?" He replied, not pulling his hands away from you.

"I had a feeling," you answered, "and maybe my cards told me."

Eddie laughed. "Well, uh, I was just wondering...would you wanna hang out with me sometime?"

"I would love to," you said, "I was gonna ask you the same thing but I never found the right time."

"Great, um, would you wanna meet after school? I know this spot where we can hang out and it's just by the football field. Maybe you could give me a tarot reading?"

You giggled. "Sounds like a plan."

[rainobrienn]

Our little secret - Eddie Munson

Teacher!Eddie x Student!Fem!Reader

Words; 3.5k

Synopsis; you don’t know that you are your favourite teachers, favourite student..

Warnings: P in V, Public sex?, Pet names, Oral (m receiving), mouth covering. Not proof read…

A/N; reader is over 18!!

“Ok if you could fuck any teacher, who would it be?” You friend Lilly asked boldly, and quite loudly in the middle of the University halls.

You and your friend Casey laugh at her confidence that nobody would hear her, or maybe she didn’t care. You tried to hide the embarrassment in your cheeks, knowing exactly who you would choose.

“I would definitely go for Cavill, he’s the sexiest English teacher I have ever seen,” she says, imagining the thing he would do to her in her own mind, lust in her eyes.

“Gross,” Casey scoffs, “I’d probably go for Misses Brown, she is something else,” she says, “You like women?” Lilly asks shocked, “I came out to you in fifth grade, what the fuck?” Casey scoff at her best friend of twelve years.

“Sorry,” Lilly says sitting back against the wall, “y/n, you?” She then avoids her best friends hatful gaze, “uhh I don’t know,” you said, lying, completely lying, you have had the most sinful crush on your music teacher Mr Munson since you started at this shit whole University.

“Seriously, I thought you would’ve gone for Cavil too,” Lilly says a little disappointed, “I’m not really, into older men,” you lie, all you were into was older men.

It’s not like your crush on Munson was illegal, he was in his mid thirties and you were almost twenty one, so even if anything did happen, which you highly doubt it would, it wouldn’t be illegal or anything. Would it break every single school rule ever? yes. Would he loose his job? Yes. But, like you said, it would never happen.

“What about Munson? He’s kinda cute,” Casey says, you cheeks instantly flush a red, “oh god, the things I would let him do to me,” Lilly laughed, you gagged at her horniness trying to ignore the embarrassment.

And of course next lesson was music, you always had a certain excitement for music. Maybe it was because of your sexy teacher, or maybe it was because of the instruments.

You sat down in your regular seat, next to Lilly near the back. Your guitar standing next to you ready for whatever you needed to learn today, “right,” you heard that familiar, masculine, raspy voice of your teacher.

God did you live the hot weather recently, all he had been wearing were these tight white tank tops and low black jeans, his long shaggy hair either in a messy bun or down. “Fuck,” Lilly gasped, you couldn’t help but feel maybe a little bit of jealousy when Lilly stared at him with her hungry eyes.

“Gross,” you stated crossing your arms again, your eyebrows furrowed, and expression a little tensed, but that immediately went away when your teacher shot a smile at you, god his smile was so perfect.

“Y/n, good to have you back,” he said, you just smiled back at him nodding. You had only missed yesterday, it felt a little weird he stated your presence and not Micheal’s who had been gone a week.

You watched as he explain a project to the class, you could never really pay attention, especially when he took a second to take a sip of his water, his jawline showing off in the best ways, his muscles flexing. God you could just faint right then and there.

“So get into groups of, four and get on with it,” he said clapping his hands together, which took you out of your little trance, “wait, what?” You said turning to Lilly, “What?” She asked, “What are we doing?” You asked, “Did you not just listen to anything he said?” She asked, “No,” you said in a stutter, a little embarrassed, “God you always zone out in music,” she scoffs, “You have a thing for Munson,” she then says pointing a finger at you, you covered her mouth almost immediately, looking over to see if anyone had heard her.

“Are you fucking crazy Lil?” You asked, and she just couldn’t help but laugh, “Shut up,” you said hitting her, “God, your such a liar,” she said shaking her head, “Can you just tell me what we are doing?” You asked, “groups of four, choose a song to perform next week,” she said.

“Your with me, right?” You asked, “god no, you suck, sorry,” she said, “Lilly,” you said, “maybe you should ask Ed if he’ll give you some extra lessons,” she said winking at you before going off to another group.

You rolled your eyes, you knew she meant it in a sexual way. But you couldn’t help but think about it, tutoring? You did need it, you could never get the rhythm right.

You sighed as you walked over to your teacher sitting at his desk, “Mr Munson,” you called out walking up next to him, he looked up to you, his pretty brown eyes making your legs weak, and his lips that you just wanted to kiss.

“Call me Ed, you’d know that by now y/n,” he smiled, “Ed,” you then said shaking your head, “I was, I was just wondering something,” you started, “yeah?” He asked, god why was every word that came out of his mouth so, attractive.

“I suck at guitar, and your a great teacher, so I was- I was wondering, could I maybe just get some extra, lessons maybe, I can’t actually afford a out of school tutor right now,” you said in a little ramble, he looked a little unsure at first, but then nodded “of course,” he smiled at you, you could just scream.

“Ok cool,” you went to walk away, but realised you needed actual times, so you turned back around, “What days? And uh times?” You asked, “How about Wednesdays after school, and Friday lunches,” he suggested, you just nodded awkwardly, “Cool, good, yes,” you said putting a thumbs up and walking away.

“Woah, where are you going?” Lilly stopped you from walking off, “Music,” you said, you forgot you hadn’t told them. “Wh- why?” She asked confused, “well, I asked Ed for extra lessons, and he said yes,” you admitted, “You actually asked?” Lilly stated, “Yeah, I mean I do suck,” you stated, Lilly looked to Casey, exchanging a look, “What?” You questioned.

“You gonna fuck him?” Lilly said with a smirk, “what, god no!” You said, every-time her boldness always shocked you. “I would,” she said in a disappointed tone.

“It’s just lessons, oh my god,” you said, “yeah and who else does Munson give lessons to?” Caste then budded in a asked, “I- i don’t know,” you said trying to figure out someone but finding no one. “He wants you,” Lilly says tapping your shoulder, “I hate you more and more everyday,” you said shaking your head at her immaturity and walking away from her.

“Go get him tiger,” she laughed out, as you flipped her off walking away. Annoyed by her.

You lightly knocked on the door, seeing the incredibly beautiful teacher at his desk, this time in a tight blue shit and black ripped jeans, his hair still down, and muscles still flexed.

“Hey, come in,” he said, you walked in shutting the door behind you and walked up to a seat, which he immediately grabbed another and sat in front of you.

You grabbed out your guitar, you felt nervous. Why did you feel nervous, god it was just lessons, absolutely nothing was going to happen, especially not during school, someone could see you even if you tried, although, there weren’t actually windows besides the one at the door and that was shut.

“Ok so, what do you think you have trouble with?” He asked, leaning in closer to you. You stutter a little at first, anxious at how close he was, Lilly’s words running through your mind.

“I think it has to do with staying on beat, rhythm, and speed,” you admitted to him, “okay, that’s something that’s easy to work on, you don’t have any problems with coordination do you? That’s always a hard one to sort out,” he said with a smile, “No,” you said simply.

“Ok cool,” he said, scooting even closer, he made you place your guitar in your lap like usual. “It’s all about practice really, and sometimes even just listening to the song your learning over and over again, but more focusing on the beats, you know?” He says and you just nod, trying to not zone out like usual.

“So, should we pick a song for you to do?” He asked, “I guess,” you said, “what’s your type?” He asked. You. “Music type?” He then added, and you replied with, “Mainly rock, punk,” you stated, watching as a smile grows on his face.

“Me too,” he nods, a blush covering your cheeks as he looks at you. “Any bands?” He asks, “Nirvana, Sabbath, I guess are my mains,” you stated, “Ok, well, smells like teen spirits start is a good start off,” he suggested, and you immediately shake your head, you hated how much that song was played, it was a good song but not something you could listen to over and over again anymore, it’s more of a once a year song.

He chuckles at your immediate response, “So your a real nirvana fan,” he says, “You could say that,” you smile back at him, “Ok, In bloom, is that fine?” He asks, you nod.

You practice the chords to the song for a minute to two, getting them pretty easily. The rhythm was easy with this one since you knew the song pretty.

But there was this one chord you couldn’t quite get, no matter how much he explain, you couldn’t get it, it was embarrassing honestly, you really did try.

“Ok here,” he said standing up, he came up behind you, his arms reaching around to glide over yours, you heart beat picked up its pace almost immediately.

“Here. And here,” he said placing your fingers in the ring position, “enough pressure to make it sound not muffled, but not to much to where it hurts,” he says, his voice was right by your ear and you were honestly so close to just running out of that room.

You do as he says, his touch made your skin turn in the best ways. You could feel goosebumps, and your core start to throb, you felt so disgusting but, good at the same time.

“Ready,” he said, holding your hand over the strings, “close your eyes,” he whispered, you could feel his breath on your neck, it was warm and yet it sent shivers down your spine.

You closed your eyes and let the pic hit the strings, strumming the chord perfectly. “There you go,” he said placing his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it before sitting back down in front of you.

“You wanna try and do it in timing now?” He asks, you nod doing as he says. You did it a little slower than the actual time, but doing it pretty well, “Well all you really have to do now is practice those keys over and over again,” he smiled, god this wasn’t ending, you really didn’t want this to end.

“Do you have a group for the project yet?” He asked, “nope, Lilly ditched me,” you said. “That’s okay, I mean it’s not okay, but- you don’t have to do it, since your newer than the others to this,” he smiled, “thanks,” you said.

It went silent for a second, and your eyes took control, they couldn’t help but roam at your teachers posture, leaning over, his elbows resting on his knees, still taller than you.

You watched as he then stood up, stepping right in front of you. His groin was right in front of you, you felt his fingers glide under your chin: you swear you were dreaming.

“Your kind of a perv you know,” he says, you stay silent in embarrassment, and in shock. “I see you staring in class, all the time,” he states, and you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

“I-,” you try to get words out but you can’t, everything about this was wrong, but making you so flustered you couldn’t breath almost. “It’s okay princess,” he said, god you could’ve melted at the pet name.

“I like it when pretty girls like you stare, especially you,” you watch as a smirk spreads across his lips, he leans down in a crotch position so you weren’t looking up at him. “Tell me,” he says, “what?” You managed to ask.

“Tell me what you think about when you stare,” he smirks. “Please,” he smiles, “i- fuck,” you said shaking your head not believing this is happening, looking down to the ground trying to comprehend the fact that Lilly was right.

His hand cups under your chin like before making you looking at him, “Tell me,” he said in slightly more demanding tone, which turned you on so very much.

“Depends,” you said, “depends on what?” He asks, “your wearing,” you say, “oh yeah?” He asks, “Tanks tops, I normally imagine ripping it off, straddling you in your chair, while you fuck my brains out,” you say, shyly but with other a stutter.

“I love imagining unbuckling your jeans, your leaned up on the wall while I suck you off,” you say another fantasy, “or, I’m on the wall and your the one giving me head,” you state.

“And, my personal favourite,” you smile seeing the way he’s dying on the inside, “bent over the desk, your hand over my mouth trying to keep me quiet as you slam into me, over, and over,” you say.

“You wanna make those fantasies a reality or keep it in that dirty little mind of yours,” he says, “making it a reality sounds nice,” you say, he nods agreeing with you, “yeah,” he says kissing you, you felt yourself fall completely apart then and there, honestly you wouldn’t care if anyone walked in, you just wanted him.

You felt his hands grip your hips pulling you up, legs wrapping around his waist. He placed you onto his desk, disconnected his lips from yours for a moment to lock the door, taking off his shirt on the way back over.

God, it was even better than you imagined. Your fingers trailed over his stomach, and then his chest, before coming back up to his neck and kissing him again.

“I don’t think you notice,” he breathed out as he kissed down your neck, “What?” You asked, trying to focus on something. “Me staring at you,” he admits, you smile at his words, feeling his hands glide under your top and lift it up and off of you. “Your my favourite student,” he says his fingers unclipping your bra, so effortlessly, so easily.

“Your my favourite teacher,” you say right after him, in which he laughs against your skin. Kissing over your chest, taking one of your breasts in, a gasp escaping your mouth as you feel the pleasure run over your chest.

“Y/n,” he says looking at you, you missed his lips on your skin already, “Hm?” You asked looking up at him, his eyes were so beautiful, “You cant tell anyone, not even your best friend,” he said, you had to be stupid to tell Lilly this, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut, especially not about this, and Casey would definitely tell the blabber mouth anyways, “our little secret,” you said, watching a smirk form across his lips for the hundredth time.

“Good girl,” he said, you couldn’t help but whine at the pet name, loving it already. “You like that?” He asked looking back into your eyes, you bit your lip nodding, leaning into the hand he had on your neck, kissing down your chest once again.

“Sir,” you called out, he immediately stood right up at the name, smiling at your words. “Yeah princess?” He said, “Can I,” you gulped taking in another breath, “Can you?” He asked tilting his head a little forward furrowing his eyebrows.

You eyes looked down to his crotch area and he smile as you got what you were trying to say, “go ahead,” he said, your hands immediately went around his belt and you fell off from the desk onto your knees, pulling down his jeans and boxers, his length popping straight.

God, he was twice as big as you imagined. You were honestly intimidated by it, but you wrapped your hand around the lower half and licked a stripe up to the tip, hearing a soft moan escape from his lips.

“Good, good,” he whispered, his hand falling on your head, wrapping his fingers in your hair, you took a deep breath in before shoving him in your mouth, taking most of him in, just as much as you could, which was more than enough. You went slow for a second, feeling his tip hit the very back of your throat, but you got use to it after a couple times, and your pace got faster, bobbing your head back and forth, loving the sounds that were escaping his mouth.

“Ah fuck,” he said, you could feel his grip on your hair tighten, but you didn’t care, you loved this so much, “ok, ok,” you heard him say, pulling your head off his cock and making you stand up, “your so good,” he smiled kissing you harshly.

He twirled you around and bent you over his desk, sliding your pants and panties down your legs, his hands sliding over your ass to your hips, you could feel his tip at your entrance, “You okay love?” He asked, you whined out a yes, “hurry,” you managed to get out, feeling so needy you could die.

“So needy,” he said gripping tightly on your hips before slowly entering you, neither of you cared for a condom at this point, “oh god,” your hands wrapped around the edges of the desk, knuckles must’ve been turning white at how harsh you were gripping it, feeling his length slide in and out of you slowly, everytime speeding up a bit, but he was going way to slow for your liking.

“Your not living up to my fantasy sir,” you spoke, “oh no?“ he questioned, “What do I have to do then?” He asked, “just, don’t hold back,” you said with a smile, “you asked princess,” he said, before slamming into you harshly.

“Fuck!” You screamed out, feeling his hand then come around to your mouth covering it, lifting you up so your back was against him but he could still fuck you.

“Shhh princess,” he said kissing your neck before slamming into you again, his thrusts some how getting harder and harsher by the second. Your muffled moans wouldn’t stop, the feeling was painful in the best ways, but mostly pleasurable.

“You like sneaking ‘round don’t you?” He asked, “I didn’t take you for such a whore y/n,” he said, god was he good with his words. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit your g-spot, “there?” He asked hitting the same spot, you nod. He let you fall back onto the desk, his hand was still around your mouth and the other was in your hip, you didn’t know how he was doing it but he was.

You whined as he continued to hit the same spot over and over again, harder and rougher, every time he hit it was more pleasurable than the last. “Fuck,” he groaned out, “you close princess?” He asked, you nodded as you felt the knot in your stomach build and build.

Your nails were digging into the desk as you felt your climax wash over you, the best orgasms you had ever had, you could see stars. Your vision became blurry as you arched your back and came all over him.

“That’s a good girl,” he said removing his hand from your mouth, only hearing harsh breaths escape from you, he slowly pulled out of you, you didn’t even realise he came inside of you, but he did, you were on the pill so you had absolutely no problem with it.

You felt him pull up your pants you forgot he removed, you slowly stood back up, turning around to see him pulling up his own pants. You felt a little bit of fear that this might’ve just been a one time thing, he looked up to you after unbuckling his jeans smiling as he kissed your soft lips, “get dressed, lunch is almost over,” he said winking at you.

“Ed,” you called out as he grabbed his shirt, “This isn’t a one time thing, is it?” You asked a little nervous, “No, no, no,” he shook his head, walking up to you again, his shirt falling back over his chest.

“Maybe we should try a date, out of town,” he smiled at you, you felt a little fuzzy at the words, but happy about it, putting your bra and shirt back on, “I’ll pick you up at seven, Friday night?” He asked, you nod biting your lip, about to turn around to leave, but before you could he grabbed your wrist kissing you one last time, “Fix yourself up before you leave,”.

[tryingtoremembermyname]

the category is ass and harringrove won

[beskarrd]

Polish and Promises

Summary: You’ve always wanted to paint Eddie's nails before a set with his band. He finally agrees.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: kissing, sexual-ish touching (no actual smut), eddie being a flirty little shit cause that's a warning in itself, very very brief mention of marijuana, no use of y/n

Your hands shook slightly as you swiped the small brush over his fingernails, careful not to catch on his skin as you pulled down. The scent of a musky cologne with a hint of weed wafted into your nostrils as you inhaled deeply. You tried to steady your breathing, but it was hard as Eddie’s right hand danced across your left thigh, tracing something unintelligible into your skin.

He had asked you lovingly if you would paint his nails black for his set tonight with Corroded Coffin and you all but jumped at the opportunity. You always insisted he would look great with nail polish. “Totally metal, baby,” to be exact. He had finally given in to your wishes but you didn’t think this is what he had in mind as far as positions go. 

You had started standing over him as he sat on the edge of his bed until Eddie piped up, “If you don’t want to keep standing, may I suggest sitting in my lap? Much recommended. Great comfort quality.”

You shook your head knowingly and that was how you found yourself balanced precariously on Eddie Munson’s lap, your thighs straddling his dark jeans as he rested his back against his headboard. You felt his gaze burn into you as you continued painting, but you remained focused on finishing up the work you had started. 

“Watch those fingers, Munson. Can’t have you ruining my hard work right before your show,” you smirked. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart,” he replied smugly. He knew he was teasing you by delicately palming your thighs. They had always been a soft spot of his. He always found time to tap a beat into your skin or etch love into your legs any chance he got. Whether it be at school, while you were driving somewhere, or just sitting in his trailer like this. He was never a fan of keeping his hands to himself. 

Much to your dismay his hand began to venture to the tip of the waistband of your shorts, delicately running the pad of his fingers over and slightly flipping it outward, exposing more of your skin.

“Eddie,” you warned. He gently threw his hand up in surrender.

“Alright, alright, I’ll be good,” he said with an exasperated tone and a humorous eye roll. “Do hurry up though cause this whole ‘having a pretty girl on my lap and not being allowed to touch her’ thing really fucking sucks.”

You chuckled lowly, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you tore your eyes away from his nails and looked up at your boyfriend. Being so close to him gave you the excellent view of watching his breath hitch in his throat as you finally made eye contact with him. You used that to your advantage and simply returned what he had been hinting at all night. You softly ground your hips on his lap and watched his eyes close as his mouth broke out into that killer smile you had been waiting for.

“Is that so?” you asked, feigning obliviousness. 

“Sweetheart, you’re killing me here,” he sighed out. 

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek to hold him over and returned to your work attentively. “The less you move the faster I’ll be done and the better it’ll look,” you replied. You moved on to his ring finger, holding onto the large metal ring that adorned it to keep it steady. 

You didn’t get very far before Eddie leaned in close and replied “I know I asked for this and all but, it’s getting harder to care cause, you’re really fucking hot and I’m trying very, very hard not to abandon this little idea of yours and fuck you senseless.” Your breath stilled and he knew he had you there. Your gaze moved swiftly from Eddie’s nails to his face, only to find his lips inches from yours. He moved in to kiss you, however, you weren’t one to give in easily. You leaned back and returned to swiping the dark polish over his nails. 

“Two more minutes, Eds, and then I’m all yours,” you promised. 

You were surprised when he actually remained still for the rest of the process. You didn’t know he even had it in him to sit nicely for more than two whole seconds. Unbeknownst to you, Eddie spent those final minutes staring at your focused face, eyebrows scrunched in concentration, biting your lip in order to hone your skill. As he watched you put the finishing touches on the final finger, he wondered how he had ever gotten so lucky as to have the most beautiful girl in all of Hawkins not only support him and his band, but also patiently deal with his fidgeting in order to make his set all the more fun tonight by giving him an, agreeably, ‘metal’ look.

You let go of Eddie’s hand and screwed the cap back on the nail polish, leaning back to admire your work. “All done, Eds,” you said softly. To reward him for his patience you gently grasped the palms of his hands and placed delicate kisses on his knuckles, careful to avoid any smudging. 

“They’re perfect, princess, thank you,” he grinned, admiring your handiwork. You pumped your first triumphantly. “I knew you would like it! See, it wasn’t that bad,” you stated. 

You moved to get off his lap but his palms stiffened around your hips. The friction against your core was enough to send you into a spiral, your breath catching in your throat as you met his hungry eyes. He lightly took his thumb and forefinger and hooked them under your chin in order to hold your gaze, still remaining vigilant in not ruining the nail polish. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” he smirked as he met your lips in a heated kiss. You could feel the want, no the need, Eddie exuded into your mouth but you abruptly ended the kiss, not without a few pecks from Eddie in a desperate attempt to continue. He whined like a child as you broke apart and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Your nails are still wet, baby, don’t mess them up before your set,” you chided. 

“If you stopped teasing me so much, I wouldn’t be tempted to ruin them!” Eddie shot back. 

You swung your legs off Eddie’s lap and stood with your arms crossed, looking at Eddie slumped on his bed in defeat. His pouty face almost made you laugh. He truly was unbelievably childish, even though that was one of the things that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

“Tell you what Eds,” you said lovingly. You climbed back onto his lap, on your hands and knees (purely for dramatic effect of course) and stopped right in front of his nose. “Keep those nails of yours pristine all night and when we get back home I’ll let you do,” your hands ran down his stomach to toy with his belt buckle and pull him closer to your face. “Anything you want to me.”

Eddie scanned your face with lust blown eyes. His eyes eventually traveled lower to where your shirt separated from your chest in a not-so-subtle move you caught and noted for later. He met your stare again and leaned back with a Cheshire cat smile. “You’ve got yourself a deal, sweetheart, and I will not be using the word anything lightly,” he remarked. 

“By all means, Munson, do your worst,” you met his lips in a searing kiss and hopped off his lap to grab your bag. “Come on now, wouldn’t want to be late, huh?” you called as you made your way to the other side of his room. 

“Fuck me, I love you,” he groaned as he stood up slowly. 

“I know,” you smiled over your shoulder. 

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Part 02 of 07

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader | platonic!Eddie X Reader

Word count: 1.9 K

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Summary: You didn't get over Billy's death, isolating yourself from everyone. But when a new monster starts making victims, the party has no other choice but to involve you... And ask you to give shelter to a metalhead.

A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful friend @multific for all her help through this story. I love you, girl!!

×

A Smile

“Morning.” The voice startles you, making drops of white paint fly right on your face. “Gosh, sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to startle you.”

When you look up at him, standing near the back door, you try not to look too annoyed. “It's alright. I just got used to the silence.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

“Hm.” You mutter, looking back to the wooden railing. “I'm guessing you don't have any other clothes than this awful Hellfire Club shirt, do you?” You ask because you hear him using the shower before coming out.

“Nope. I don't.”

You make a pause, the painting brush hovering an inch from the wood, white paint dropping on the newspaper below. “I... I have some clothes I could give you.” It comes out low, too low, because Eddie steps closer, bending over a little. Biting your lip, you put the brush down and get up. It's a fast decision, and you're moved by the same feeling that made you fight with the kids. This sense of... Family? Of unity, shared only by people who have been through hell together. And Eddie seems to be part of this now. “But I want them back. Washed.” You know you're doing this the wrong way. You're letting go of a tiny part of Billy, but only if you can have it back.

“Sure, sure.” He's fast to say.

“Okay.” In a hush, you walk back inside, listening to Eddie follow on your heels. As if he wasn't here. Yeah, oh course.

The single piece of baggage is under your bed, and you pull it, sitting on the floor in front of it. Pulling the zipper open, you swallow dry. You didn't keep all of his clothes, but you have enough for someone to live with. And of course, the red shirt is right on top. Taking it, you feel the familiar tears pooling in your eyes, blurring your sight.

It was his favorite, and yours too. You remember the first time you saw him with it when you went out on a date. The seventh, you believe, you stopped counting. Standing by his car, you asked if he knew what buttons were for since he never used them. Billy smiled, took your hand, and places it on the bare skin of his chest. His heart was beating fast, as fast as yours. You ripped one of the buttons off that day, he pretended to be mad and kissed you.

“You okay?” Eddie asks suddenly, walking to stand near the bed, his voice soft and full of worry.

Clearing your throat, you nod, discreetly wiping the tears off. “This one is missing a button.” It's the excuse you give before searching deeper in the baggage. You pick three shirts and three pairs of pants and put them on the bed. Quickly, you close the baggage and push it back under the bed. “There, you've got some options.” You get up. “I want them back when this mess is over.” And you walk out, holding back more tears.

Eddie mutters something you don't hear, and when you're on the back porch again, you burst out into tears as you sit back before the railing, resuming your task.

“I can't believe you gave some freak my clothes,” Billy says, in that fake annoyed tone he liked to use with you.

“Oh, you don't have to be selfish.” You smile, covering wood in white. “...Or jealous.”

“I am very selfish of what is mine, Princess.” His very tone makes you smirk, cheeks going hot. Billy kneels behind you, arms surrounding your waist as he breathes on your neck. A trick he liked to use because he knows it makes you weak.

“And am I yours?”

“Absolutely.” He replies, his voice low on your ear. “Today and always.”

“Now, that's news to me.” Turning around, you move quickly, pushing the brush on his arm.

“Oh, you naughty girl!” Billy exclaims and starts to try and take the brush from you. Drops of paint start flying around getting you both dirty. But you don't mind, as long as he ends up dirtier than you.

“Do you want some help?” Again, you're startled back to reality, brush in hand, soaking a spot on the wood, making the pain roll down its length.

“No. I'm alright. You should stay inside.” You tell him, fixing the mess and moving to another part of the railing.

“If anyone comes, we'll hear them.” Eddie crouches next to you as if analyzing as you paint.

Sighing, you turn to look at him. And the sight of Billy's clothes, being worn by someone else, hits you like a bus. Covering your mouth, you can't control yourself, not this time. You break down in front of this stranger, the only impulse of protection being to bring both hands to cover your face.

“Hey, hey,” Eddie says, touching your shoulder. “It's alright. I'll change back into my clothes, don't worry.”

Crying, you shake your head. “No. You don't have to.” Pushing yourself up, you walk back inside, locking yourself in your room and lying down to cry for who knows how long.

•••

Your heart nearly stops when the door bursts open. For a moment you think of moving for the gun on the coffee table, but you disarm yourself when you see Max.

A very, very scared Max.

“What happened?” You ask, and the girl comes straight into your arms. Holding her tight, you feel as sobs rock her body.

Lucas, Steve, and Dustin come in right after, pushing the door close. They also look nervous, and pale. “Vecna...” Lucas says in low voice. “It almost got her.”

“Shit...” Pulling away from her a little, you look at her. “Hey. It's alright. Come.” Slowly, you pull her to your bedroom, making her lie down.

And when she finally talks, what she tells you happened is expected.

“She saw Billy.” You tell the guys when you're back in the living room after you rocked Max to sleep. “Vecna made her see Billy.”

Steve nods and immediately comes back to embrace you in a bear hug. But you don't cry. Not now. You have to think.

“She only made it out because of what Nancy and Robin found,” Lucas explains as Steve let you go and guides you to the couch. “Music can make a bright between worlds. So, in theory, when you listen to your favorite song, it makes it possible for you to come back. Like Max did.”

“What's your favorite song?” Eddie asks after some moments of silence.

It makes you confused, but you guess it's only natural since you're also a possible target. “Sweet Child O' Mine.” You say, looking down at your hands.

“Have your walkman with you at all times, with the song playing,” Steve speaks. “As a protection.”

“Alright... But we need to move. We need an offensive of some kind. We need something else. A headstart.”

“Well...” Dustin mutters, and you look at him, eyebrow raised. “We were in the woods earlier and the compass-”

“You had a clue and didn't tell me right away?” You snap, sighing.

“I was going to!”

“When?”

“Now!”

“So spill it.”

He takes a breath. “I think it's connected with Vecna. Because it was acting crazy.” He makes a pause. “And it pointed at the lake.”

“Lover's Lake?” Your throat feels dry, but you do your best not to let it show in your voice. Dustin simply nods.

“Patrick died there.” Steve adds.

“Then that's our next move because sitting here waiting for the next victim won't be of any help.” That said, you get up. “Tomorrow, after the sun sets. Tell the girls. Lucas, you'll stay here with Max. Dustin too.”

“Alright.” He quickly agrees.

“So who will it be?” Eddie asks, and everyone looks at him. “Steve, the other two girls, you and me?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you shrug. “You don't have to come. This is dangerous. I wouldn't blame anyone for choosing to sit this one out.”

“Maybe you should,” Dustin speaks out.

“Me? Why?”

“He's right.” Lucas agrees.

“Because you're grieving.” Is Steve who answers. “You're... You're not getting better, you're not moving on. Vecna will smell that from miles away.”

They are right. But you can't sit this one out. Not when their lives are in danger. Theirs and anyone in this town who has been through something bad. “No. I'm going.” You decide, despite knowing you're on the line of fire. “Tomorrow after sunset.”

•••

On the next morning, you make Max some breakfast and have a hell of a fight about your plan. She wants to go, but you won't let her, and it takes a long time and some yelling to make her stay. Billy is mentioned once or twice, with her saying you sound just like him, bossing her around, and you saying she's just like him, stubborn as a mule.

After the argument is over, she agrees to stay behind this time. Lucas and Dustin come at the end of the afternoon, and you leave them to talk as you go to the back porch, wanting some time alone with your thoughts. And memories.

But when you get there, you notice the porch is completely painted white. “What...”

“I hope you don't mind,” Eddie says, coming to stand next to you. “I didn't get any paint on your boyfriend's clothes, I promise.” He makes a pause, and you look at him. Eddie shrugs his shoulders, gesturing at his head. “Can't say the same about my hair, though.”

That makes you giggle, and you pace around the porch, checking it out. “You made a good job... Thanks.” Turning to look at him, you cross your arms. “I know I'm not... The most welcoming host. I'm just...”

“You're still mourning your boyfriend. It's alright.”

“Billy wasn't my boyfriend. We... Had this thing going on ever since he came here. But it was never official. Real, that's for sure. But not official.”

“It's him you see, right?” He asks, walking over to you, but looking at the woods behind the house. “When you're... Out of orbit.” Silently, you nod. Then, there's silence. You don't know what to say, and neither does Eddie. but you don't mind. Maybe there's nothing to be said. “It's clear you miss him a lot...” Eddie breaks the silence after a while. “If not, you'd be a better host, that's for sure.” Chuckling, you elbows him on the side. “Ouch! Hey!”

“Well, you started.”

“Didn't know you were a violent host too. I would have found another place to hide.” He rubs his side, making a show of pretending he's hurt. “How am I supposed to help tomorrow after you broke my ribs, lady?”

“Suck it up.” You suggest, a small smile on your face.

Eddie stands up straight, his face taking on a sweet expression. “There it is. See? That's everything I wanted, a smile.”

You feel your cheeks blushing, so you roll your eyes, looking away from him. “Freak.”

“I've heard we're all freaks here.”

×

“Yeah, I've heard so too.”

@ietss @littestatesman @hanahisawizard @aaaaslaaaan @pans-fav-shank @gerim-1995 @what-the-heckin-heck @lady-ragnvindr @slutfor-muson @whiskeypowder @naiswrld @imagineslover88 @carolineesnell @boomhauer

[chosovixen]

a bit from my purge fic (steddie x reader)

Then there was an awkward silence as you both shifted your heads from side to side, looking in every direction but each others. There were moments when you’d peek up at him and notice him staring, but you were too afraid to ever hold that gaze and insisted on turning away. 

“Well, is there any reason you’re here?” you finally spoke.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you owned this parking space.”

You were taken aback, mouth slightly parted as you frowned your eyebrows, but then he laughed, and you relaxed a little. His giggle was soft and sweet, and the way he cheesed reviled his smile lines, and it contagiously made you do the same. He looked so happy and carefree, and it made you wonder how anyone could think that this goofy kid was capable of hurting a single soul.

“I’m kidding, m’lady.”

“M’lady?”

“Are you not a lady?” tilting his head to the side, he smirked. His eyes glossed over you before meeting your gaze, and you quickly looked away, making him chuckle. 

“I am, but what’s it to ya?” you found the courage to look at him—placing your hands on your hips and rocking back and forth as you stood on your tiptoes. You two shared a laugh before everything went quiet again. 

“So why are you out here for real?” 

“I saw you storm off and…I don’t know. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” he seemed nervous with how he played with his fingers, twisting the rings around to readjust them.

“I’m fine, Eddie. My friends were being stupid, and I just needed a moment,” you admitted

“You sure?”

 You sighed as you brought your hand up to your face, slightly palming it. “We’re not doing this again, Munson.”

“What?” he threw his arms up in protest and huskily chuckled. You loved his laugh in any and every form. He was the most pleasing thing in this God-forsaking town, and you hadn’t realized that till now that you wanted to get to know him. The real him, the parts of him that no one has ever seen. You wanted to understand and protect him from this cruel town because, Lord knows, he needed some taking care of.

“Well?” he poked you to get your attention.

“Yes, Eddie, I’m sure I’m okay, and I promise too.”

“I’m just being certain.”

“Why?” he looked at you, a little stunned that someone would want to know why another cared about them. Wasn’t it human decency to care for one another? Well, to him, it was as rare as becoming the next Ozzy Osbourne.

“I don’t know. He paused pursuing his lips together. “I guess you’re kind of cool.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” you smiled and playfully punched his shoulder. Eddie being the dramatic that he is, threw himself back onto the curb as he clutched his shoulder, pretending to wince at the pain.

“Geez, you are a drama queen.”

“I have a knack for the theatrics, you could say.”

[byler-fic-search]

i've seen several people going on ao3 and making a whole new work specifically to look for a fic they wanted to reread and couldn't find again, which you're not really supposed to do, and i've seen fic search blogs for other fandoms before so i figured i might try to make one for this fandom!

basically, if you can't find a fic you can come here and describe what you remember, i'll post it, and the someone in the fandom will hopefully know what you're talking about! i've also read like a lot of byler fics so i might be able to answer you directly. you could also ask something like "does anyone know any fics like..." and describe a premise instead of a specific fic and you might get some suggestions!

most of the fic search blogs i've seen have been for slightly larger fandoms (in terms of the number of fics at least) so idk how necessary this is but i figured it might be fun and help some people so why not try!

[ladyvillainous]

Stumbled across this on the internet somewhere recently, thought it was quite interesting as i struggled to pin down alot of my fics. Most of them broadly follow canon but with an additional character, which i admit does alter the canon sometimes.

So does that make mine a blend of AU, Differnet POV, Alteration and Crack fic? :-)

[luveline]

𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡? | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

you finally work up the courage to kiss Eddie for the first time and he can’t cope (even if he claims he can). 2k words. requested here

cw fem!reserved/shy!reader, first kiss, heavy kissing, mutual pining, eddie being a hot dork

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Some people (Steve) call Eddie your loser boyfriend, while other people (the girls at work) call him the rockstar. 

You see both sides of him now. 

“Sweetheart!” he calls, the passenger seat window rolled down, his voice strong where he shouts behind the wheel. The van bumps the curve, leaving a sanguine line of rust in its wake and a creak to make everybody on the sidewalk wince. 

“Hello,” you call back. 

The van hums. You wait for him to be at a definite stop before you approach, hands on the open window, leaning up so as to see him best. It’s not just a usual date night tonight, Eddie’s taking you to Indianapolis for a rock show, and he’s dressed the part. “Woah, you look cool,” you say, bravely, wondering if that’s the right thing to say. It’s undoubtedly true —he’s slicked his curls with mousse to define them and leave them pitch black in accordance with his eyeshadow, dark and tapped into his lash line. The top he wears is incredibly tight, carving the softer lines of his abs for anyone to see, and his black jacket is ripped in places to expose the ink of his tattoos. “Are they multiplying?” 

“What?” he asks, grinning at you. “Are you getting in? It’s freezing!” 

“Your tattoos,” you explain, opening the door and popping up into the van with one shoe on the step. 

“Shit, you wanna see?” 

You’re not scared of Eddie, you just like him. He doesn’t worry you, doesn’t pressure you, nothing nefarious about him. He’s pretty, he’s considerate, and he does stuff like this, peeling out of his jacket to flex his arm at you and show you the Saran wrapping around his bicep. “Like that one?” he asks.

He has nice arms, and they’re all the better for his painful obsession. His newest one is difficult to see well under the wrapping. He notices you squinting and moves it up, tape pulling his skin. 

“Another bat?” you ask. 

“Not cool?” 

“So cool,” you disagree. This bat is unlike the others on his arm, which are small and simple in comparison. This one is heavily detailed and very dark, fangs in small triangles bared. The eyes aglow. The skin around it is red. “Did you get that today?” 

“On a whim. Still wanna date me, or is it getting to be too much?” 

You can’t answer him, and he knows that. You’re not very good at navigating intimate conversation or circumstance, though you like him, and he must know that too. Or he must really like you. Your dates have been chaste. Only last time could you work up the courage to take his hand, but when you had, he rewarded your courage with a drove of tenderness, fingers rubbing your knuckles and squeezing soft patterns for hours at the back of the movie theatre. 

The drive to Indianapolis takes near enough an hour. Eddie puts you on map duty but doesn’t use it, ignoring your offer of directions on the insistence that he knows a shortcut and then rerouting when you get too lost. He tells you there are snacks for you in the centre console and laughs, endeared, when you pop the lid and smile at it all. You talk about the show, a band you’d never heard of but had wanted to see on the grounds of sharing his interests. That’s what couples do, right? They try to do things together. You have to put yourself out of your comfort zone, and you’re happy to try if it means you can do it with him. 

“You nervous?” he asks, pulling into the parking garage outside of the venue, a towering, multi-story fiasco crammed with cars and motorbikes. 

“No,” you say, not quite mumbling as you look down at your hands. 

“Good, don’t be. I’m gonna look after you, we’re gonna have a great time. And then we can get takeout after?” You look up. He stretches his arm out to glance at his watch. “I would’ve taken you before, but good old Indianapolis keeps getting further away.” He smiles apologetically. 

You laugh without meaning to. His smile ramps up a notch. 

“I love when you laugh. You have such a cute laugh,” he says. 

“I know you’re lying,” you say, still laughing anyways. 

“I’m not lying, I love the way you laugh!” He shakes his head, curls falling away from his face as he flicks on the light on the car roof. “We have half an hour till doors open.”

“You don’t wanna line up?” 

“It’s kind of overwhelming and I figured we’d stay near the back of the crowd for your first gig here, it gets pretty rowdy.” He says ‘pretty rowdy’ like a drag, nodding gently, eyes lit with mirth. You love it when he talks like that. 

“We can go now, get further in. I can handle it.” 

“It’s not about handling it, I want you to have a good time. Plus, they could ruin your nice dress.” 

You meet his gaze all smiles like he is, but heat flickers in your chest and in your stomach, and you have to look away. It’s an impulse you’ve always given into. You’re reserved in the feelings department but trying not to be, Eddie deserves reciprocation, but it’s hard. Either way, he seems to understand this about you, and he hasn’t complained. 

Still, a bedraggled silence falls. Nearly awkward, unsure of how to tread, you sit together in your separate seats listening to cars parking and doors opening, closing on either side of you, the headlights of the cars driving past glaringly bright, white flashing over your screwed palms. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

You’re sure Eddie wants to kiss you. Three nights ago at the movies, after an hour of languid hand holding, he’d looked at your lips no less than three times as he said good night. He told you he’d had an amazing time, and that he couldn’t wait to see you again. You’d said the same in earnest, and then he’d just walked away. All those stolen glances and he hadn’t made a move. 

“Eddie… why…” You poke your tongue into your bottom lip momentarily, chewing it over. “Why haven’t we kissed yet?” 

“Um–” He lets out a nervous giggle before roughly clearing his throat. You peek at him, watching intently as he takes his hair away from his face with two hands. “I’m just waiting on you, sweetheart. No pressure.” He laughs as he talks, a picture of panic, “You’re sort of shy about that stuff, you know? I didn’t wanna surprise you.” 

“But you do want to kiss me?” you ask unsurely.

He puts his hand on your knee, the space between you suddenly smaller and warmer, the light like white glaze on his pupils, illuminating his finer details. He has a mole nestled under his eyelashes too small to see until now; it catches your attention. You stare at him too long. 

“Of course I do,” he says, eyebrows pinching together in concern. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I met you.” 

You nod and snap your head back to your lap. Why does he have to be so nice? You wish you’d listened to Steve, even if he was joking, you shouldn’t have ever said yes to Eddie, because now you’re terrified you can’t kiss him and you’ll ruin everything…

“Hey, it’s fine. I’m not waiting for anything. You can take your time or you could never kiss me, and I won’t care. I swear. I mean, I really want you to kiss me but I’ll find a way to cope, I’m sure.” He takes his hand from your leg softly. “Do you want my jacket? It’s cold out, n’ we should probably start walking.” 

You pull your head up slowly. 

He reads your hesitant expression. “I’m in no rush,” he promises, head ever so slightly ducked to yours. 

Okay, you think. Okay, I can do this. You hold your breath and start to lean in. He falters, a millisecond of misunderstanding, before he recognises what you’re doing and smiles. He reaches for your waist with enough care to give you a chance to change your mind, and when you’re close enough to feel his breath, his lashes shutter. 

You follow suit, blind, with nothing but your intuition as you press your lips to his. 

With a feeling like the hum of the engine under your hands, you bring your fingers to his soft cheek and hold him still. He breathes in harshly, touches you far from it, his palm slipping behind your back to pull you in. You lean into it; it feels natural to give in, to turn your head one way and part your lips, to have him kiss back with heat and surprising sweetness.

You feel unlike yourself in a good way, falling back to kiss forward again, a third time, trying to chase the lulling bliss of his lips. The stomach aching want. Your hand chases across his cheek and into the curls behind his ear, needing him closer but not expecting the sound it elicits. He sighs into your lips and you flinch back, startled by the sensation. 

Eddie rubs your back with his index finger, unjudging as you drop your head to catch your breath. 

“You okay?” he asks quietly. You can hear his affection. It’s palpable. 

You nod, a dizzy weight collected in your forehead, thankful when his free hand catches your cheek and he turns your face gently to the side. “I got too hot,” you confess, only half of the truth. 

“It was pretty hot.” He smiles at you like you’re the only person in the world, like you’ve a secret only he knows. “Want me to turn on the A/C?” 

“No, I–” want to kiss you again, you think. You might even tell him so, but he starts to blow on your face, disrupting any thoughts you’d had earlier. He purses his lips and blows cold breath on your cheek, a tenderness in his gaze and the tip of his thumb where it rests just under your eye. “Oh.” 

This might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for you. Your face feels precious in his careful hand, pretty under his longing look. You’re not scared when he encourages you back to his lips, your eyes quick to close, your hands across the gap of your seats to gather his shirt between tight fingers. 

His kiss is a reflection of him. Loser, rockstar, he’s eager and his hands start to betray that, his kissing melty hot and addictive as the tip of his nose presses hard to yours. You turn your face to accommodate him better and that small action drives him crazy. He’s pulling you in, smiling into your mouth, making breathy sounds that’ll stick around in your head ten times as long as the tingles filling your chest as just kisses and kisses and doesn’t stop. 

“M’sorry,” he says, pulling away, and then stealing another heavy, soft kiss like he couldn’t wait. “Sorry,” he apologises again, stroking the skin beside your eye to encourage you into opening them. “I’m not trying to get carried away. Just can’t believe you just kissed me.” 

“No, it’s okay, I– I really wanted to.” 

He kisses your cheek. You aren’t expecting it and you don’t know how to deal with it. It’s like kissing him has invigorated him, you’re a shot he knocked back, his excitement catching as he begs, “Close your eyes again, sweetheart, just one more–”

You raise your chin and he practically gasps, immediately pressing a last chaste kiss to your burning lips. 

“I’m not always like this,” he promises, leaning away, his fingertips falling from your face to trace down your neck, your shoulder. “You’re just so fucking pretty I lost my mind. I’m on best behaviour from now on, swears.” 

He raises his hand up in a scout’s honour. 

You breathe out happily. “Thank you.” 

“Oh my god. Quick, we better get out of this van before I lose my mind.” He shakes his head. “You’re insane. I have such a crush on you, holy fuck,” —he turns away from you and gets out of the van— “Jesus.” 

You pull down the sun visor to check your reflection in the mirror. You look thoroughly kissed, eyes aglow with it. 

“Fuck!” Eddie swears. You beam at yourself as he wraps on the window. “Come on, sweetheart! I have a concert to pretend to pay attention to.” 

You slink out of your seat, brave enough to try for another kiss so long as it doesn’t kill him dead right here in the parking lot. 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

please like/reblog or comment if you enjoyed! I love knowing what you think and it means so much to me/ inspires me to write even more!!! <3 but of course I hope you enjoyed reading regardless :D 

[thelovelylolly]

Hi! Another request you can take as long as you want to do write this!:) a billy hargrove x yn based on the song heather by Conan grey! Fluffy ending please!:))

Heather

Summary: You wish you were Heather... Warnings: hurt/comfort, self-doubt, reader is described as shorter than billy, fem reader, not proofread bc im a bit lazy at the moment lol Word Count: 826 Notes: i cant believe its been like 4 years since conan gray dropped kid krow im going CRAZY AHH

Having a crush on Billy wasn't rare at Hawkins High. Only a few girls were able to win him over, but those were flings to Billy. You were one his best friends, so you saw these girls fawning over him first hand. You saw all the girls laughing just a bit to loud at his jokes and trying to get their hands on him. But you couldn't blame them, he was handsome and charismatic.

It was no surprise that you caught feelings for him, too. You were better at hiding them since you figured you weren't his type.

That's when Heather came into the picture.

She was, at first, like the other girls trying to get Billy's attention. Then, things changed into something else. It wasn't a fling like all those other times, Billy seemed to actually be interested in her. He took her on a nice dates, walked her to her classes, helped her study.

Of course, Billy still hung out with you, but it felt like he was slipping away. It frustrated you, yet you said nothing. He was happy and that was enough for you.

Heather was everything you wanted to be. She was smart, funny, talented, pretty. She was the kind girl next door, the girl everyone would want. You quickly came to terms that she was the girl for Billy, because that's how it always worked. The popular, perfect girl always ended up with the popular guy.

You were fine just standing to the side and letting your best friend be happy. Did it hurt watching your crush be with another girl? Sure, but it would pass.

It had to pass, right?

You tried to make it pass, but Billy started to hang out with Heather more often and spent less time with you. You knew they hadn't made anything official, but things could've changed since Billy didn't have time to tell you.

One day, you even saw her with his jean jacket around her shoulders as she walked to her next class.

That's when you started to distance yourself from Billy. You were still there for him if he needed you, but you didn't want it to look like you were trying to steal him away from Heather.

Sometimes, they would catch your eyes as they walked past you at lunch and it made your heart ache.

You really wished you were Heather.

----

You were lounging around your living room on a Friday night, your parents having gone out with friends. You caught up on some magazines you followed and watched some shows, but you were bored. You'd usually spent your Friday nights with Billy doing dumb teenager stuff.

Now, you opted to stay in for the night.

You were flipping through one of your magazines when your doorbell rang. You sighed and tossed your magazine down onto the coffee table. You grabbed a nearby hoodie, not really paying attention to it, and pulled it over your tank top and sleep shorts.

You quickly went to your front door, sparing a quick glance out of the side windows before opening it.

Billy stood there, his hands in his pockets. You saw his eyes look you over before meeting yours.

"That's my hoodie," he said softly.

"What?"

"You're wearing my hoodie," he repeated, stepping inside.

You glanced down, noticing that he was right. He must've left it the last time he was over. You looked back up and saw a smile on his face along with blush on his cheeks.

"What are you doing here, Billy?" You asked.

"I..."

"You...?"

He sighed before pulling his hands out of his pockets and cupping your face with them. He quickly closed the space between you, giving you a short yet passionate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept your face in his hands.

"I really like you."

"R-really?" You asked, still processing if that kiss was real or not. "But what about Heather?"

"She didn't want anything serious," he answered, his hands slowly drifting down to your waist. "And she made me realize that I really just wanted you, she even told me to tell you that I like you."

A smile pulled at your lips as you felt your face heat up. "You got a taste of your own medicine, huh?"

He chuckled. "Guess so."

"Can I be honest?"

He nodded.

"I've liked you for a long time."

You reached up and cupped his cheeked, pulling him into another kiss.

"I could tell," he murmured against your lips.

You pulled away, playfully hitting him as he laughed. "You jerk!"

"I had a good reason why I didn't say anything!" He quickly said. "I promise."

You closed the door behind him then took his hand in yours, leading him to the living room. Then, you smiled and replied, "looks like we have time for you to explain."

He smiled, getting butterflies from knowing that he was the reason you were smiling. "Gladly, sweetheart."

[rainobrienn]

I’m yours, only yours - Eddie Munson x reader <3

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut, oral (both genders receiving), jealousy, angst-ish, overthinking reader, mentions of cheating, swearing, kissing, ghosting/ignoring ppl

word count: 2.6k

Notes: this is the first smut I’ve written in a long time, so sorry if it’s bad. I’m quite proud of this so idk, but like and reblog if you like it please it helps <3

You were so excited, Eddie finally. Finally was letting you come to one of his gigs, you didn’t know why he never let you before, maybe he was insecure or something.

Either way, you were here now. You stood outside in the cold air, waiting for the familiar white van to show up so he could get you in for free. It was only five bucks, but if you could get in for free, then why pay 5 bucks?

You tapped your foot against the gravel, the leather jacket wrapped around you tightly. The only thing keeping you warm, as your dress flowed in the wind along with your hair.

And after about fifteen minutes of just standing there, Eddie finally showed up. Late of course, but what did you expect, it’s Eddie.

You smiled as you watched him rush out of his van, but instead of going to the back to get his stuff out, he rushed around the other side. Letting someone out of his van. A girl?

You stopped with furrowed eyebrows, trying to see if it was truly a girl or just Gareth. Because Gareth’s hair was getting awfully long now a days.

But no, it was a girl. Specifically it was Robin Buckley, what? Since when were Buckley and Eddie friends? I mean you knew Ed’a was friends with Steve and Robin and Steve were besties. But never once did you see Robin and Eddie hang out.

You hoped with in the next few seconds you would see Steve pop out, but you didn’t. You just saw Robin and Eddie talking a bit, you couldn’t hear what but your mind made up a bunch of things.

You saw her laugh, hitting him lightly. Are they flirting? You were so confused, especially when it looked as if Eddie was flirting back, as he stepped back a bit and laughed.

You watched as they said what seemed was a goodbye, you also watched as Robin leant up and kissed Eddie on the cheek. Walking off into the bar somewhere.

You felt a sting in your chest, like someone stabbed you. You felt sick to your stomach, like something was inside you trying to crawl out. You felt jealous, angry and most of all heartbroken.

You felt your eyes stinging, tears slowly forming in them. You hugged yourself a bit tighter and turned around, walking back to your car and driving home as fast as you could. Not trusting yourself with driving.

You sobbed for hours, your mind racing with a million thoughts. Most of them were bad but some were just trying to comfort you, like the odd “it was just a friendly kiss” but, it was mostly “Eddie and Robin are fucking”, and it made your heart shatter into pieces.

-

You kept to yourself for the next 3 days, hearing the phone ring, Eddie on the other line asking why you were ignoring him, and if you were okay. He sounded worried, but you didn’t care, you continued to cover your ears with your pillow as it rang.

When he showed up to your house on the second day, he was in a rush. So he didn’t stay for long, but he banged loudly on your door and called out for you. But you continued to ignore him.

“Y/n, are you okay? What happened baby, please don’t ignore me,” was all you could hear, his pleads for you to answer him, but every-time he spoke the thought of Robin kissing him ran through your mind. And then the kissing thought led to thoughts of what else they might’ve been doing.

“Y/n, Sweetheart, what happened?” You heard the phone, Eddie sobbing on the other line. “Did something happen? Or are you just sick of me or something? I need answers princess, please,” he begs, he was sniffling. He felt utterly embarrassed and heartbroken at you ignoring him. “Why didn’t you come to my show sweets,” he said before hanging up, a loud thud was all you heard from the phone being smashed against the handler.

You knew you had to talk to him, you felt horrible but you just couldn’t get the thought out of your mind. The worry of confronting him about him and Robin and him saying something like “you weren’t supposed to find out like this,” or “I’m so sorry, it all happened so fast,”.

But, you picked yourself up. Trying to push the worries away, you put on a skirt since it was hot out. And one of your favourite hoodies. You tried to conceal your puffy and dark under eyes, which it kind of worked. And you put a little bit of lipgloss on. Trying to make yourself seem presentable.

Not like you could compare with Robin, I mean she was quite literally beautiful. Way prettier than you, or atleast that’s what you thought. So maybe showing up to get an explanation in a pretty outfit would make you feel better , or maybe make him change his mind.

You got in your car and drove to his small trailer, which was now all his. Wayne had moved into a seperate trailer next to him, which was good for yours and his privacy. But maybe not so much anymore.

You parked in the same spot you always do, hesitating to get out of the car but getting out anyways. Slowly and carefully stepping towards Eddie’s home.

You lightly knocked on his door, immediately hearing some stuff move around. And Eddie jolting the door open as fast he could.

“Y/n?” He questioned, excitement and happiness in his voice at you actually being here.

“Hi,” you said softly, quietly. To quiet for Eddie’s liking, you seemed way to upset and he didn’t like it. You let yourself in, Eddie closing the door behind him.

“What happened Sweetheart?” He asked, general concern in his voice. He knew when your sister past away, you didn’t talk to anyone for days. So maybe someone close to you died, or maybe he did something. That’s what was racing through Eddie’s mind.

“Seriously?” You question a few moments later, feeling a bit shocked that he was trying to hide it. “What?” He asked, utterly confused.

You paused for a few moments, he stepped closer to you within the silence, but you stepped back a bit “Are you cheating?” You then asked, hesitant.

He half scoffed, half laughed. “What?” He questioned, so shocked that you were asking him that.

“I-“ you paused for a moment, trying to choose your words carefully. “I saw you with Robin,” you said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear it.

“Buckley? Robin Buckley?” He asked, making sure that was the one you meant. Which you just softly nodded to.

“Ok? What exactly did you see?” He asked, softly and gently. Confused and curious as to what you were trying to say.

“That night, she kissed you Ed’s. She flirted with you,” you stated, a small break in your voice as you told him the things you saw.

As to which he laughed a bit, “What’s funny about that Ed’s?” You asked a little firmer.

“Anwser my question!” You repeated yourself, “are you cheating on me?” You asked, anger in your voice. Jealousy washing over you.

“no, god No y/n,” he said, his laughter had stopped. And he seemed offended.

“Then why did she kiss you, Huh? Why were her hands all over you,” ok maybe you were exaggerating a little bit, but your mind kept making up things and you couldn’t help but alter what you saw into something bigger than it was.

“When?” He asked, shouting a bit.

“The other night, at the gig!” You stated, yelling a bit back at him.

“What? When I made a joke and she laughed at it!” He said, questioning you. “She lightly hit me y/n!” He stated. You felt a little bit guilty at your exaggeration.

“What would make you think I would cheat on you? Let alone with Buckley!” He said, scoffing. He wasn’t attracted to Robin, mostly because he knew she was gay.

“She beautiful, that’s why!” You said, you felt mostly insecure as well.

“Ok? And so are you!” He shouted, kind of loudly back at you. Meaning the words he said.

“Y/n, I don’t know what your mind came up with, but I made a joke, and she laughed at it sweetheart, nothing more,” he said softly, “I don’t want Buckley, I want you, ok?” He said stepping closer, this time you didn’t step back.

“I’m yours baby,” he said softly, it comforted you completely. And you felt utterly stupid, for a moment you wanted to apologise. And roll around in embarrassment, but you chose a different way.

“Prove it,” you said, looking at him with utter lust. Everything he just said turned you on tremendously, making your stomach whirl. The lower half of your body filling with need and the upper half with embarrassment.

But you swallowed the embarrassment and turned it around, hoping Eddie would forget about what you said when you said the words ‘prove it’.

He slowly smirked, and then he did something so unexpected. But it would forever be implanted into your mind.

He slowly leaned down, kneeling before you. On both of his knees, looking up at you. “I’m yours princess,” he said in a whisper, something for only you to hear, even though nobody else was around.

You felt your heart skip a beat, you felt your arousal grow (along with guilt from accusing him of something you knew he would never do). You slowly cupped his cheek with your hand, looking down at him with lust.

You learn down kissing him softly, as you pulled away you said “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to jump to conclusions baby,” you did truly feel bad, especially because you made him worry for days.

“I get it, it’s okay sweetness,” he smiled, placing his hand over yours, “Let me apologise to you, please?” You asked, “only if you let me do so first,” he said blinking, “you have nothing to apologise for Ed,” you stated, “Yeah, I made you worry, I should’ve told you I was dropping her off before I did,” he said, you softly smiled at him. You truly loved him so much it hurt.

“Let me apologise first Y/n,” he said, his hands moving up the sides of your legs. “Plus it’s hard to keep myself composed when your dressed so pretty,” he said quietly, with a small chuckle. A small blush forming on your face.

You let his hand go under your skirt, playing with the line of your panties. Slowly pulling the fabric down your legs, letting you step out of them.

You moved back a bit so you were leaning against the wall behind you, Eddie’s hands moving over your hips, as he just started to kiss your thighs, making your wetness drip.

His hand slowly move to your cunt, rubbing through your slit with his fingers. Feeling how wet you are, how wet he made you.

“So wet already, this for me princess?” He asked taking his finger away and looking up at you. As to which you bit your lip and slowly nodded with a small hum, leaving him smirking.

He licked a line through your folds, letting you squirm a bit at his touch. Your hands immediately going to his hair, and his hands go to your hips, helping keeping you still as he placed kissed over your cunt.

The pleasure already started building quickly inside of you, “fuck Ed’s,” you moaned out, gripping onto his hair tighter and tighter as you felt his tongue move around perfectly.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as he kissed over, you kept hearing little praises come from his mouth. Small compliments making you feel better.

You felt yourself come closer, you couldn’t describe the pleasure you were feeling but you knew it was good. A kind of knot in your clit growing and growing, butterflies in your stomach fluttering around.

“F-fuck Ed’s I’m gonna,” you spoke as you came on his mouth, he immediately licked up everything like a puppy dog. You laughed a little as you came down from your climax, running your fingers softly through his hair as you let go.

“You like that Princess?” He asked softly looking up at you, “Yes, yes I do,” you said, your eyes still shut, your sensitive clit still crawling with pleasure.

“I’ll do it more often then,” he said starting to stand up, leaning down and kissing you. Tasting yourself on his lips and tongue, one hand on your hip and the other on your jaw. Bringing you in as close as humanly possible.

You pulled away from the kiss, looking into his eyes. You felt his bulge through his shorts, “Let me apologise now Ed’s,” you said, putting on your puppy dog eyes. Knowing he never ever, has once said no to them.

“How could I say no to such a sweet girl,” he said with a smile, looking down on you. Kissing you again. This time you kissed down his jaw, down his neck. You nibbled a little on the spot you knew he went crazy over, hearing a soft groan coming from him.

Your fingers curled around the hem of his shorts, gently pulling them down. You got down to your knees just as he did, looking up at him with a small smile on your face. He loved them view of you kneeling before him, it made him twice as hard.

You softly moved your hand over his bulge, before taking your hands back to the hem of his shorts and pulling them straight down. His boxers following along with his shorts.

His cock bounced out against his chest, you softly grabbed it and stroked down it a couple times. Gripping it with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Your an angel, you know that?” He chuckled as his hands now brushed through your hair, you smiled at that licking a stripe up his dick, tasting his pre-cum and feeling the large vein on your tongue.

You pushed your head down, further than he expected you to, and a loud moan escaped his lips as you continued to take him further down your throat than he expected. “Oh fuck baby,” he grunted out, helping you move your head at the right pace. Not to fast and never to slow.

You gagged at his length, but still continued to take it. Wanting him to know just how sorry you truly were, your hands reached up to his shirt, going under it to feel his toned abs. Letting your arousal to come back, wetness coming to soak your cunt again.

You heard Eddie’s breath get heavier, and at that you went a little bit faster. Also moving your tongue around a bit when you could, “oh that’s s- so good,” he stuttered out, his breath shaking and his hand gripping tighter on your hair.

“So close princess,” he stated right before he came, deep down in your throat. You couldn’t even taste it, it was that deep down. All you could feel was the warmth of his cum leaking down your throat.

“Fuck,” he sighed, you took a deep breath in. Letting yourself breath normally again, “You like that Ed’s?” You asked, a small gentle smile on your lips. “Uhuh,” he nodded coming down from his high, you stood back up kissing him once again.

“I’m sorry for ghosting,” you said gripping onto his shirt. “I’m sorry for letting you,” he said with a smile and kissing you. Wrapping your up close and tight so you couldn’t escape. You felt so safe in his arms, so secure, like nothing, nobody could ever touch/hurt you.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Meant To Be {Part 02 of 02}

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader

Chapter word count: 1.9 K

Summary: Eddie has been part of your life for years, and after a bad date, the man himself decides to ask you out.

<- Previous part (01)

{Stranger Things Masterlist}

I've Always Knew

You're breathless when you stumble inside Eddie's trailer. “Did you see his face?” Eddie says, pushing the door close. “The entire school will hear about it on Monday.”

Collapsing on the couch, you wipe a tear off. “Shame on him for trying to advise me on not hanging out with you. He deserved every word.”

“He did, but, damn, I didn't know you had all that bottled up inside you.”

Neither did you, to be honest. But Jason almost ruined your night. After you told him it was a real date, he was moved by jealousy or whatever the hell he feels about you, scolding you as if he had any right to. And you got angry. Angry because you're sick and tired of people meddling with your life, telling you they know what's best for you. As if they knew Eddie and weren't moved only by gossip and lies. You're the only one who gets to see what's inside Eddie... And it's beautiful, precious.

He's one of the best things that happened to you, and you'll do anything you can so he'll always be part of your life.

“Won't they ever stop, Eddie?” You ask, laughter dying down. “It's been four years and they still think you're evil or something.”

Eddie comes to the couch, sitting down next to you. “That's kinda the intention, you know.” He says, gesturing at himself. “I want people to think I'm evil.”

“No, Eddie. I'm for real here.” Sighing, you get up, heading to his room. There, you close the door to change into something to sleep on, and, despite having enough of your clothes here, you take one of his shirts as usual. When you're done, you open the door and he comes inside.

“Why do you even care, (Y/N)? Haven't you learned that from me yet?” When you sit on the bed, Eddie does the same, rather close this time. “I don't give a shit if they think I'm a punk, or if they think my clothes are all old just because I like to rip them a little. I like who I am, you like who I am, and that's enough for me.”

Looking into his eyes, you feel a tightness in your throat. He really cares about you, this man. More than you think you know. Biting on the inside of your cheek, you nod. “And what about me?” You ask in a low voice, moving even closer. “Do you like who I am?” It's an important question, you think, because as he told you many times before, you're very different, to the outside world at least. ...And maybe he'd like someone with a style like his.

But Eddie scoffs, and without saying anything, he grabs your side and pushes you down on the bed, his body hovering over you. “Are you mad? I love who you are. You're my cute little princess. Emphasis on cute.” Then, he pauses, narrowing his eyes. “And on little. And on the princess.”

“Let me up!” You complain, even though you're laughing.

“Nah, don't think so.” And he starts tickling you, bringing out yells and loud laughter, and you try to push him away, but your efforts only serve to have you fighting on the bed, and throwing empty curses at each other.

“EDDIE!” Someone calls, and you both stop, frozen.

“Yes, uncle!”

“Come here. I have to talk to you.”

You and Eddie exchange a glance, frozen for another second before you both get up, and head to the living room. Something might have happened because his uncle is home way too early.

In the living room, his uncle looks up from his place on the couch. He looks at you, then at Eddie, then back at you. “I only meant Eddie.” He says and sighs. “Nevermind, girl. Maybe it'll be important to you as well.” His uncle adds when you turned to leave. He takes a deep breath. “Remember that promotion I was applying for since you were in Middle School? I got it.”

“That's great. I'm happy for you.” You say, smiling.

“Yeah. But that means I'll have to move to Indianapolis. Job's there.” At that, you and Eddie look at each other, and you move closer, taking his hand. “No, don't even go there.” His uncle interrupts. “I'm not telling this because Eddie has to go. He's an adult anyways. Just saying this because I'll leave the trailer for you, Eddie. And send some money every month for you to keep it up until you graduate and find a job... If you graduate this time.”

“He will.” You speak up, squeezing Eddie's hand. “He promised me.”

His uncle nods. “Good, good.” He gets up. “I'll move next month. And well, maybe you could come live here for good, girl, since you kinda already do.” Ignoring your faces, he walks away, going to his room. “Now, I'll sleep soundly with the good news.”

When you hear the door closing, it happens automatically. You turn to each other and start jumping, yelling silently not to be heard. Eddie pulls you into his arms, lifting you in a bear hug.

“You have to come live with me.” He says, putting you down, a bright smile on his face.

You're just about to say yes, of course, when you remember your parents, that might have something to say about it, despite you being legally an adult. “Mmm... Mom might not be happy about it. Dad might call us crazy and say no. They won't like the idea of their daughter moving in with a guy she's not married to even though we're best friends and they're used to us hanging out most of the time.”

Eddie shrugs. “No problem. Marry me then.”

That... Takes you by surprise. Taking a step back, trying to force your body not to become red as a tomato at his words, you chuckle. “Oh no, Munson. You did not just PROPOSE to me while I'm in pajamas. You did not just propose to me without even kissing me before. That's outrageous.”

“Are you crazy? We kissed before, playing spin the bottle.”

“We were the only ones playing Eddie, and you dared me. It doesn't count.” Crossing your arms, you shrug. “I still have the ring you lost on that bet.”

“You never wear it.”

“Cause it's ugly.” You snap.

“Then why do you still have it?”

“Because I won it.”

“What about another bet then, Princess,” Eddie says, lowering his voice. “If you kiss me now, you can have half of my life. But only if you give me half of yours.”

Blushing even more, you feel your stomach tickling like your core is about to melt. Or burst. “S-sounds fair...” You mutter, shrugging a shoulder. “But you're the guy. Grow some balls and kiss me yourself, Munson.”

Eddie laughs, shaking his head slowly before stepping closer, ending the distance between you and him. “As the Lady wishes.”

And just like that, the next thing you know are his lips on yours, a warm kiss in which he loses no time before taking over completely, claiming you, like no one ever did before. You kissed a couple of guys, but the past experiences serve now only to show you you've been kissing the wrong ones. This is right. Eddie is the right one.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you press your body against his, allowing him to deepen the kiss, and send everyone who speaks shit about you to hell. This is between you and Eddie, always has been.

You've been in love with Eddie for too long, but now you know.

•••

Needless to say, your parents weren't happy with the moving-in with Eddie idea... Nor would they be okay with the idea of your getting married.

So, of course, you took the craziest possible idea.

On your trip to drop Eddie's uncle off in Indianapolis, you signed the papers, bought two cheap rings, and went back to Hawkins with a different surname.

And, needless to say, your parents freaked out. But your grandmother was on your side since she did something very similar so she could be with your grandfather. It runs in the family, she said.

And with no other impediments, you took your stuff and brought them to the trailer. But most of it remained in the car since you and Eddie decided to redecorate and change some things, so it could have both your styles. The first victim was your bedroom. Speaking sense into his head, you made him change the place he kept his guitar. It was now on the wall across the window, where the lighting was much better.

After you finish doing the bed with the new sheets and fixing the many pillows on top of it, you walk out, finding Eddie by his uncle's old bedroom.

“I can see the gears turning.”

“Don't know what to do with it.” He says, a hand rubbing his chin.

Gasping, you step inside, turning until you're looking up at your husband. Damn, it will take a while to get used to it, you think. “Seriously. You don't have anything in mind to do with this place?” You gesture vaguely around.

Eddie's eyes go wide. “Oh! Sorry.” He smiles. “It's good, it will be a good closet. We could even have a space for-”

“Did you have a stroke or something, man?” You burst out, rolling your eyes. “I mean a D&D space. We're not students anymore, you can't keep using the school for the games. But here, it's perfect. A place completely dedicated to it.” Eddie doesn't reply. He just stands there, looking down at you like he's having a mental breakdown. “...Are you alive in there?”

“I was going to say that I love you but honestly, those three words aren't enough to describe it.” Then, he moves fast, picking you up.

“Whoa!” Giggling, you wrap your legs around his waist. “Why that now? Not that I'm complaining.”

“Ever since the first time I saw you, I knew I would love you. And yes, I thought it was a crush, that you'd never want a freak like me but with time, as I got to know you... I fell for you. And every day since you have proven to me that was the right decision.”

You weren't expecting that. Eddie didn't make such a declaration when you were signing the paper to get married, and you weren't expecting that. Eddie's emotions come to the surface at the most unexpected times. “I wish I realized before... That I loved you, Eddie... It would spare me all the time I lost with stupid boys when the only thing I wanted was to spend time with you.”

“It doesn't matter. We matter. Now matters. All that brought us here.” He bounces you up to have a better grip. “AKA the stupid kids who got married.”

That makes you smirk. “Are they still saying you knocked me up?”

“Absolutely.”

Chuckling, you shrug. “Doesn't matter.” You repeat. “We matter.”

“That's right.” And he kisses you, in the middle of that empty bedroom.

Deep inside, there was always something that told you your life would be bounded with Eddie's for a very long time. But only now you understand that a very long time means the rest of your lives. And there's no reason to wait no longer. So to hell with other people's opinions, you're each other's happiness, and so it shall begin, the life you both wanted. In each other's arms.

[crispyliza]

I've got you all figured out fanartists

[lovebugism]

ok reader x eddie having a casual conversation about sex, talking about what they're both into, leading to some smut??? just hearing what eddie's into sounds so hottttt (i imagine its filthy,, sorry)

ty for requesting! hope you like it!! — a failed date with eddie leads to a night in and several confessions (established relationship, mostly fluff, talks of sex but no actual smut 18+, 1.6k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Eddie Munson is a hopeless romantic.

Not because he loves like it’s breathing (though some would argue otherwise), but because his attempts to be affectionate with you are complete and utter failures.

He had a whole romantic day planned. A late lunch, a quick walk, and then sunset at the park. Honestly, it probably would’ve been a pretty metal date if it was any day other than this one — the biggest flood of the whole goddamn year.

You got to the diner just fine but had to rush back to the trailer in the rain since he didn’t have his van. Thankfully, it waited to outright pour until he got you home. Now, his leather jacket — which you’d used as a makeshift umbrella — hangs beside the opened window to dry.

The orange autumn breeze rolls over your bare bodies like silk (because, of course, an innocent shower after getting drenched in the rain couldn’t not end in getting dirty again).

“Was all this just a ploy to get me into bed?” you tease, tracing the freckles on his back with the tip of your finger. “’Cause you coulda just asked, you know? I would’ve said yes.”

Lying flat on his stomach, Eddie laughs into his folded-up arms. His deep brown hair brushes his pale shoulders when he turns to look at you. His smile is swollen and rosy and crooked.

“You got me, princess. Making my girlfriend walk in disgusting weather was all a part of my evil plan.”

“I wouldn’t say it was evil.”

“No?”

“Sinful, maybe. Sexy, even,” you joke with a lopsided grin. “But no, not evil.”

“Is that so?” he lilts as he rises on his elbow to prop his cheek on his fist.

You shake your head and roll onto your back. Your eyes flit to the spotted ceiling. A smirk blossoms on your lips. “I feel like evil would imply that it was hurtful in some way. And that thing you did in the shower felt way too good to be evil.”

“What thing?” the boy wonders with pinched-together brows.

You shoot him a look. “You know…” you hum vaguely, expectantly.

“No. I don’t, actually,” Eddie laughs, mostly at himself. “I’m kinda dumb, in case you forgot.”

“You’re not dumb, Eds.”

“Stop being sweet. You’re deflecting.”

You concede with a small huff. “That… That thing. With your mouth. When you pressed me against the wall and— please, don’t make me describe it, Eddie,” you ramble, then cut yourself off to whine.

He meets your grimace with a boyish grin. “I don’t know. I kinda like hearing you talk about it.”

“I’ll die,” you deadpan.

“You’re so dramatic.”

His words are harsh, but his pink smile is kind. He kisses you with it after — a smacking peck to the corner of your mouth that migrates rather quickly. He sprinkles his lips along your jaw and chin and neck. 

That’s where he lingers. 

Eddie finds your pulse point and goes a half-inch higher, just like he did while he was fucking you against the shower wall. You nearly came the first time he kissed you there. 

He sucks at the delicate skin until he leaves another faint mark. The feeling of his tongue and teeth on your newfound sweet spot makes your toes curl. It has you moaning out loud before you mean to.

His lips audibly smack when he pulls away.

“That thing?” he wonders, smiling down at you like he already knows the answer.

Your thighs clench together. Your bones are made of mush. “That thing,” you repeat in the affirmative.

“Well, if we’re sharing secrets…” Eddie singsongs, then leans in all close like he’s about to spill the latest gossip. His fingers spread out along your bare waist, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I really liked it when you got all mean.”

You hadn’t thought much of it, then — when Eddie edged you on the counter with his fingers and laughed when you writhed. 

You didn’t even let him make it up to you after, just sucked him off and told him he wasn’t allowed to touch you. “Don’t cum ’til I tell you to, understand?” you’d said. “Or I’m gonna get myself off, and you’re gonna watch.”

He was a good boy for you, though, and you let him fuck you in the shower.

Your nose scrunches in muted embarrassment. “I wasn’t being that mean, was I?”

“No. I mean, you could certainly get meaner…” Eddie assures with a shake of his head, then grins as his fingers crawl up your ribcage. You fight back a shiver. “Which I think could be preferable from time to time.”

“So, you want me to be more… dominant?”

He shrugs a pale, freckled shoulder. “Yeah. Sometimes. I like watching you get all dumb for me, don’t get me wrong, but every time you get a little mean, I almost cum in my pants.”

The blatant confession makes you go slightly stupid. You just nod at him, lazy and unblinking. “Yeah. I can do that. You know, if that’s what you want.”

“I do want,” Eddie hums, matching your sloppy head shake. His nicotine-coated breath fans across your cheek. “Very, very much.”

“But not all the time, though, right?”

“No. Not all the time. Just… sometimes— when the moment’s right or whatever.”

“Sure…”

Eddie’s grin broadens when you trail off. A faraway look glazes over your eye. His brows raise expectantly. “What’s that look for?”

You blink rapidly as you descend from the clouds. Shaking your head, you dismiss him. “Nothing. Nothing— I just… I did kinda like not letting you come right away.”

“Yeah. Me too,” Eddie concurs, suddenly breathless.

Your gaze flits to his, mousy and twinkling. Your hands fidget above the covers. “And I kinda wanna try letting you cum and maybe… not stopping…”

Eddie’s eyes go wide. His mouth opens to respond, but he forgets how to speak. He barely remembers to breathe.

“Is that… Is that weird?” you ask, forcing a laugh at his unusual silence.

“No!” he blurts, sounding much louder in the honeyed quiet of his bedroom. “No, that’s… That’s really hot, actually. Like, really hot.”

He zones out just like you had. The imagery of it all makes his stomach whirl. He’s done it to you a number of times — brought you to the edge and kept on pushing you over until you pushed him away. But he’d never thought about ever doing it to himself till now. 

Actually, there’s quite a lot of things he’s done to you that he might enjoy himself if he thinks about it.

The thought alone opens a world of possibility in his wild, wild head.

“Can I tell you about something I was thinking about the other day?” he wonders suddenly.

Though slightly startled by the blurted question, you nod. “Of course.”

His gaze flits away from yours. His hand fidgets at your waist, fingers softly scratching at your burning skin. “You know my handcuffs? The ones I clip on my jeans sometimes?”

Again, you nod.

“Well, I— I have the keys, you know? So it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we— you know— if we used them…”

“On me?” you press, brows pinched in distant concern.

Eddie shakes his head immediately. “No. I know you don’t like that.”

“So… on you?”

“Yeah. Maybe. If you want,” the boy mumbles, suddenly shy in a way you’ve only seen a handful of times — including earlier, when he was begging to cum in your mouth. “I just think it could be cool, you know? Like, you could tie me up and just… use me. If you want,” he repeats.

“Use you?” you repeat with a soft laugh.

He shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, I don’t— I don’t really care about getting off as much as I care about you getting off, you know? I just… wanna take care of you. Want you to take what you want.”

You open your mouth to respond only to find that all words have lost meaning. Your brain is a jumbled mess of alphabet soup. So you just nod, dumb at the very thought.

Eddie’s hand rises from the covers. His palm settles warm at your jaw. His fingers smell faintly of sex as his calloused thumb smooths across your chapped lips. “You could, like, rub yourself on my cock. Get yourself off on top of me,” he murmurs lowly to you, a quiet and crooked grin pulling at his mouth. “Wouldn’t that be metal?”

“Yeah…” you answer with a sigh, getting lost in the daydream right along with him. “Wouldn’t put you inside me at first, either. Not until you’re begging for it.”

His smile widens. “Exactly.”

“Then I’ll ride you until you make me cum.”

Eddie nods, egging you on. He tucks his face into your neck, if only to conceal how ardently he’s blushing. He hides his pink cheeks between your jaw and shoulder and kisses you where he knows it’ll drive you crazy. 

“Mhmm?” he urges, muffled.

You sigh a faint moan. Your fingers curl in his wild hair. You press your lips to his temple and continue. “And I’ll let you come, too. Eventually… But I won’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he groans into your pulse.

“Not until you’ve filled me up three times—”

“Oh, fuck…”

You tug at his hair with a soft, stern touch you think you could learn to master for him. His lips click faintly when he parts from you. He blinks down at you with glassy chocolate eyes.

“Something like that?” you wonder, feigning innocence with a sweet-sounding lilt.

Eddie nods, sloppy and stupid. He stammers. “Yeah… Yeah. Some—Something like that.”

[undreaming-fanfiction]

What if Steve is a famous model and Eddie is a rockstar, both still pretty down to earth that they move around without bodyguards...

They bump into each other at a corner, and literally bump into each other - Steve somehow lost his contact lenses and he's half-blind without them, his agent Robin is traveling, he'd rather lose both of his eyes than to call his parents, and so he's trying to get to a pharmacy/optometrist/somewhere else just based on memory and touch.

Eddie is walking, not paying much attention and listening to music, when he's knocked back by a very apologetic squinting guy who might as well be very pretty, if he looked straight at Eddie - which is very much not possible, as Steve later explains, Eddie is a very blurry blob to him, although a very kind blob. Also a really nice sounding blob.

When Eddie collects his things and his heart off the streetwalk, he offers to walk Steve to the pharmacy. After asking if it's okay, he offers Steve his arm and leads him carefully to his destination. Steve is still mostly staring at the ground, trying to fight blurry nausea, so Eddie doesn't really know what he looks like, except that his hair is magnificent.

They reach the pharmacy, Steve is so thankful that he wants to invite Eddie for coffee, but before he can do that, Eddie receives an urgent call from his agent and needs to leave.

They both - not without a tinge sadness - think they won't see each other again.

Except the next day there's a wave of tabloid headlines: "CORRODED COFFIN'S EDDIE MUNSON FINALLY SETTLES DOWN?! THE ROCKSTAR SEEN WITH REDKEN'S MODEL STEVE HARRINGTON!" and there are pictures of Steve and Eddie, side by side, and it really looks like a romantic walk rather than what it was.

When Eddie's agent Chrissy calls, half-amused, half-concerned, Eddie stops her with a single sentence: "Can you get me his number?!"

Chrissy snorts in the phone. "Give me an hour."

It takes her 33 minutes in total, and she secures a date with Robin for herself as a bonus.

And as for Eddie? He opens his message with "Hey Steve, how come you never told me it was a date? I would have brought flowers!" and gets an immediate response of "You would have, huh? Then bring some today at seven, the pizzeria next to the pharmacy. I like sunflowers. See you there, Eddie. And this time, I mean really see you."

The "see you" jokes stay with them for the rest of their lives.