#we're getting closer to the small bit of angst I have planned :D

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Finished editing next chapter of the Hotguy/Cuteguy Love-square fic, now the question is do I post now or wait until my original planned date of Friday/Saturday?

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The First Date

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Your first date with Eddie doesn't go exactly as planned after you and your friends get taken and drugged by Russian spies, making him think that you stood him up.

Warnings: A little bit of angst.

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Eddie Munson.

You'd seen him around school. He was loud, rough, and slightly intimidating. 

The first time you saw him was in the cafeteria, loudly speaking about the throes of capitalism, forced conformity, and the demonization of people whom society deemed 'different'. You mostly tuned people out during lunch, but it was hard to ignore Eddie. He was so captivating. You weren't sure if it was the way he used his entire body when making a point, aggressively gesticulating, or the way his face twisted and turned as he spoke, or just his general demeanor, that made everything he said sound so poignant. He hadn't really been in your orbit before, so outside your social circle. You were friends with people like Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler, not necessarily because you were popular but rather through shared trauma. There was something about going through life-altering events and near-death experiences that really bonded people for life. 

The first time you spoke to Eddie was after you saw him taping a poster on a bulletin board outside the auditorium. 

Hellfire Club. D&D. 

"Hey, is that a D&D club?" you asked him.

He turned around, slightly startled, and looked at you with surprise. 

"Oh, hey! Didn't see you there. Yeah, it's a D&D club. I'm trying to recruit new members since we're running a bit low..." He replied, giving you a hesitant smile. 

He seemed a bit nervous, slightly tugging on his hair and anxiously tapping his foot. You're pretty sure you were making him nervous. You'd seen the way people like Steve treated people like Eddie, even though Steve had grown considerably after taking out a Demogorgon and watching his girlfriend nearly die. You'd seen the way Tommy and Carol used to laugh at the 'freaks', shoving them around in the hallways, making fun of their interests, like the time Tommy made someone in the band cry during a pep rally. The realization that Eddie was nervous because he expected you to do the same slightly hurt. 

"That's cool! This kid that I babysit—his name's Dustin, he really likes D&D. He plays it a lot with his other friends. Whenever I used to babysit him, he'd drag me to their games. I never really got it, mostly because any time I asked a question, Dustin would scream at me," you breathlessly ramble, "He's not a huge fan of anyone who doesn't get the point, like, right away."

It seemed that the more you rambled, the more at ease Eddie became, and suddenly he was laughing as you spoke. 

"Well, I promise that we don't yell at anyone in Hellfire. Only when we're excited," Eddie said, a small smile lingering on his lips as he looked at you, "Just in case you ever wanna join in."

"I might take you up on that offer. I've been pegged down the list of 'coolest teens' that Dustin knows, and my ego's taken a hit," you joked. 

You hadn't ended up joining Hellfire. But you and Eddie had become sort of friends. You'd see him around school. You were both in some of the same classes, you'd see him in the hallways and you'd wave at each other. Sometimes you'd see him in the parking lot after school and you'd chat for a bit. But that was the extent of it. You didn't grow closer until summer started and you got a job at Starcourt. You worked at Café Nocturne, right across from Scoops Ahoy where Steve had started working. Most days, you spent your lunch break lounging around Scoops Ahoy, eating free ice cream, and making fun of Steve with his co-worker Robin. Sometimes you wondered what Eddie was up to, not having seen him since summer started, and you found yourself hoping you'd see him around Starcourt. 

It wasn't until the second week of summer that you saw Eddie. The Café had been relatively quiet, only an old couple sitting in the far corner drinking lattes. You were trying to pass the time by making random drinks when you saw Eddie lingering by the cash register. 

"Eddie!" you said, surprising yourself by how loud you were. You cleared your throat awkwardly and shuffled over to him, sending him a shy smile. 

"Y/N? Hey, I didn't know you worked here," Eddie said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "It's nice to see you again, I was wondering where you went."

"Oh, just been making coffee...hanging out with my friends," you replied, "How's your summer been so far?"

"Erm, yeah, it's been okay. I've just been working, hanging out with Gareth and Jeff, writing some new music," Eddie replied.

"For Corroded Coffin, right?" you asked.

"Yeah, wow, how'd you know about that?" Eddie said, nervously twirling his hair. 

"Oh-um...I heard you talking about it in the cafeteria once," you responded, hoping you didn't sound like a stalker.

"Right, yeah, you should come see us sometime. We play in the Hide Out every Tuesday," Eddie said, as a shy grin crept on his face, "We kinda get a crowd, actually...of about five drunks."

You let out a small giggle, "That sounds nice. Unfortunately, I work every Tuesday. Maybe when school starts?" 

Eddie was slightly deflated at that, nodding his head in understanding. Not wanting to ruin your one chance at spending time with Eddie this summer, you hesitatingly asked, "Maybe we can hang out sometime? You could teach me D&D? I didn't get the chance to learn when you first offered..."

Eddie immediately perked up at that, nodding vigorously as he said, "Yeah! Yeah, that'd be great. I can totally do that. Erm, do you wanna meet here tomorrow at 7? We could grab some food-"

"Oh, I was hoping we could meet somewhere else. Maybe at Patty's diner? It's just that I spend all my time at Starcourt," you responded.

"Yeah, that works. Patty's at 7. It's a date," Eddie replied, before quickly backtracking. "Not like a date-date, I just meant, like, a platonic date. Like just friends hanging out, chilling, y'know? Unless you want it to be a date? It doesn't have to be! But, like-"

You cut him off before he could dig further into the hole he found himself in, giggling a little at how flustered he looked. "It's a date. A non-platonic, hopefully romantic, date."

"That's...that's great, yeah. I will see you then," Eddie said breathlessly, shuffling his way out as he raised a hand to wave goodbye, almost knocking into the table behind him as he left.

God, he's adorable. 

♡♡♡

"I swear to God Dustin, if we die in this elevator, I will strangle you with my bare hands," you grit out, pacing back and forth as everyone tried to reel in their panic, "I have a fucking date in two hours and if I miss it, I will literally end you."

"No one gives a shit about your stupid date," Dustin yelled, throwing his hands around wildly as Erica slammed a bottle of weird-looking fluid on the wall. You weren't even gonna try and deal with that, it looked like Robin had it handled as you watched her snatch the bottle from Erica's hands. 

Things escalated pretty quickly from there and suddenly you were lying on the floor of a bathroom cubicle, trying to make the room stop spinning. 

"Is this what it feels like to do drugs?" you groaned out, stretching on the disgusting tiles and praying that your head stopped pounding. 

"I wouldn't know," Robin replied, "But if it is, this sucks."

"Steve? Are you alive?" you asked, "I don't need you dying on me. You're my ride home." 

"I'm good," you heard him croak.

"Think we puked it all out?" you asked.

"Let's check...interrogate me." Robin said.

"When's the last time you peed your pants?" Steve asked, and you heard Robin let out a cackle, "Today."

"What the fuck, Robin?" you laughed.

"It was when they took out the bone saw. And only a little!" she defended herself, giggling with you. 

"I'm meant to be on a date," you moaned, "He's gonna think I stood him up. How am I meant to explain this shit?" 

"We'll figure it out," Steve replied, "Also, who's this guy anyway? You've been moaning about missing this date for, like, hours?"

"Yeah, it's getting kinda annoying," Robin added. 

"It's Eddie." you replied, crawling into the stall next to you and sitting down in front of Robin. "Eddie Munson. He's a senior. Long, curly, untamed hair. Really loud. Plays D&D."

"Wait, Eddie 'The Freak' Munson? Isn't he a drug dealer?" Steve asked, a little surprised. 

"Don't call him that!" you said, slightly defensive, "And I didn't know that. But if this is what drug consumption is like then he needs to stop."

As the drugs slowly purged out of your systems, and Steve tried to hit on Robin only to get rejected and have a heart-to-heart, the three of you found yourselves giggling hysterically in the dingy bathroom. It wasn't long until Dustin and Erica burst in and dragged you all out. As the night progressed, things only got worse. And soon, all of you were facing off a thirty-feet tall Mind Flayer and reeling from the loss that followed. Then the dust settled, a different story was fabricated, and everyone had to pretend to move on. And you had an apology to give.

♡♡♡

You didn't see Eddie until school started again. It was the first day back, hallways busy and bustling as the freshmen teetered around cluelessly. This year felt different, like there was some cosmic shift in the air. Everything seemed duller, void of any feeling. You weren't sure what it was exactly, but if you had to guess then it was probably the Starcourt 'fire' that had brought on this change. Things weren't the same after. It was like all of Hawkins was reeling from the loss, despite not having known the truth. You wished that you'd been oblivious. Maybe then everything wouldn't hurt this much. 

You didn't see Eddie around school until lunch. You were almost sure he was avoiding you. You finally saw him lingering in the hallway by his locker, putting some books in, and you immediately made a beeline for him. 

"Eddie!" you called, startling him as he looked up. 

You walked over before he could say anything, "I've been looking all over for you! I'm so sorry I couldn't make it to Patty's. I wanted to explain everything over the summer, but my parents grounded me, which was incredibly annoying since I didn't even do anything. But I think they were just super paranoid and didn't know what else to do and I didn't have your number so I couldn't call you and-"

Your rambling was cut off by Eddie as he held up his hands and dismissively waved, "It's cool, it's fine. Honestly, I don't know why I thought you would show up. If it was some joke or whatever, like, it's...whatever."

"What? No! That wasn't some joke. I really wanted to go on that date, but you know what happened at Starcourt, right?" you anxiously spoke.

"The fire? I don't see what that has to do with anything. Doesn't your shift end at 5?" Eddie asked skeptically. 

"Yes, yes it does! But I usually hang out at Scoops Ahoy because Steve's my ride home. I was doing that and then the whole fire thing happened, and I just got caught up in all of that, and then, y'know the house arrest? My parents thought if I stepped outside, I'd die or something," you quickly explained, "I promise I didn't stand you up!"

Eddie looked at you for a while until a small smile crept up on his face, "Relax, I believe you."

You immediately let out a sigh of relief, "I promise I'm not an asshole." 

There were a few moments of silence that stretched between you two until Eddie finally spoke, "I'm sorry about what happened. That must've been horrifying."

You don't know the half of it. 

You let out a nervous chuckle, "Erm, yeah, it was. But I've had some time to recover."

"How about we re-do that date?" Eddie asked, "Except this time I'm gonna pick you up, can't imagine the types of trouble you get into when I'm not around."

"Sounds good, Eds." you smiled, leaning forward to give him a quick peck on the cheek. As you broke away, you could see a small blush settling on his face.

"God, Y/N, buy me dinner first."

[forever-rogue]

May i request the angst item 1 in the prompt list + the fluff item 5, about bucky's nightmares?

AN | Soft Fluff! It’s here!

Warnings | None

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Prompts Used | “I’m not leaving. Ever.” & “Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

Masterlist | Bucky, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You hadn’t heard from him all day. At first you were sure that he was probably just busy or had gotten caught up in some sort of project. But as the day wore on, a pit had settled in your stomach and you grew increasingly worried. You tried to remind yourself that there was no need to get so worried or panicked; everything was going to be alright.

By midday you couldn’t take it anymore and had decided to listen to that nagging little voice. But by the time you got home, the nagging little feeling really started to feel warranted. The apartment was dark, save for the little bit of light spilling out of the bedroom. There was no smell of cooking food, no sounds of music or television audio, no real signs of life. Your bag and keys almost dropped to the floor in worry as you all but ran down the hall to your room.

“James?!” a sigh of relief escaped your lips as you spotted him by the dresser, a duffel bag at the end of the bed. He seemed surprised at your appearance, suggesting that he’d lost track of all sense of time. Your eyes grew wide with worry as you looked between him and the bag, “w-what’s going on?”

“I...ugh…” he was lost for words before hanging his head. He nodded at himself before sighing lightly, “I was planning on heading out…”

“Heading out?” you asked softly, eyes already burning with tears because you he wasn’t being totally honest. You knew the difference between when he was being completely honest and open versus closing in on himself. You took a small step closer, heart breaking slightly when you could himself flinch away, “what do you mean heading out?”

“I was going to head out by myself for a while,” there it was...a slightly more truthful response. But you could tell that this wasn’t easy for him either. He couldn’t even meet your eyes. You inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to keep calm and not completely lose your head over his statement.

“Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?” you immediately grew suspicious as he refused to meet your eyes. You made a small sound in the back of your throat before licking your lips, "are you leaving, James? D-did I do something?"

"This isn't about you," wiping a hand over his tired face, he looked at you with a forlorn expression in his eyes. Your heart stung a little at the comment before he finally turned back to you, "I didn't mean it like that sweetheart. I just need to leave. I think that's best for both of us."

"And where was I while you were making this decision?" your voice was about two octaves higher than normal as you tried not to cry, "James? Why the sudden change? We're good, aren't we? If its something I did, please tell me…"

“You didn’t...no, it’s not like that,” he insisted, but you weren’t ready to accept that just yet. Nothing had changed, not that you knew of anyway, so why was he suddenly so insistent on leaving? On leaving you? You sniffled softly but remained silent otherwise, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to the offending duffle bag, “this is about me. About how I really think the only logical way for you to get the things you deserve is for me to leave. I-I’m not good for you, sweetheart; you’d be much better off without me.”

“You have no clue what you’re saying,” you wanted to jump and shake him silly, until he snapped out of whatever was going on, “James - Bucky - I love you. Love, or whatever you’re thinking of isn’t perfect or linear or anything of the sort. We’re not together because we’re perfect or our lives are always amazing, we’re together because we love each other and we’re always here for one another. We’re a team and I don’t think it’s fair that you’ve gone and made such a decision without me.”

“I did this for you - for me,” he so desperately wished he could get you to see things the way he did. He loved you...that’s why he had to do this...right? He was protecting you and wanted nothing but the best and in his mind after days of trying to make sense of it all, this seemed like the best thing, “you could be with someone that actually makes you happy...someone better.”

“I don’t want someone else, no one else is going to make me happier or be better for me than you,” you insisted, “don’t you see, its not about better or best, or whatever. All that matters is that we love each other, support each other, and are always there for one another.”

“I am a mess,” he insisted sharply, causing you to pull back slightly, “I’m an old man in a time he wasn’t meant to be in. I mean - I can’t even...the nightmares are there, still. I’m afraid...I won’t ever get over them. Do you really want a broken man like that?”

“Nightmares - things you’re still dealing with from the past don’t make you broken, Bucky. You’re not broken, you’re not...we are all flawed beings, no one is perfect,” you almost lept to your feet as you took a tentative step closer to him, testing the waters to see if he would let you come closer, “whatever you need from me, whatever help or anything, we can find it or I can give you whatever support you need. Do you know how much you’ve done for me, how often you’re there for me? It means everything to me. And I’m not leaving. Ever. In case you needed a reminder, I’m with you always and forever.”

He remained silent as he studied you; his eyes were glossy with unshed tears as his shoulders visibly relaxed. You held up your shaky hands as you looked at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes. Whatever he thought he was, you were there to make sure he remembered just how loved and cared for he was. Bucky must have sensed it, at least to a certain point as he let you put your arms around him and pull him tightly against you. You buried your face into his chest and held onto him as hard as you could, trying to pour every ounce of love into him.

Bucky closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before resting his head on top of yours and almost squeezing the life out of you; not that you minded of course. You whispered sweet words of reassurances along with soft kisses against his skin. You were so glad that you had listened to your gut and came home early to make sure everything was okay; who knows what could have happened if you’d been any later.

“Hey,” you whispered, pulling back and gently wiping away the few tears that had run down his cheeks, “I love you, James. More than anything, please never forget that.”

“I...I won’t,” he agreed gently, leaning into your touch, “I’m sorry I worried you...I just feel like things never get better and I’ll always be in a state of still improving, still...never perfect.”

“We’re human, we’re not meant to be perfect. We’re fine, just the way we are. And at the end of the day, trying is all we can do,” there was an air of finality to your statement as you tiptoed and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to his lips, “remember that. And remember, even if it’s a bad dream at three in the morning, or whatever else it could be, I’m here for you. Always.”

“Yes,” he promised, and this time you could sense that something was slowly shifting within him, “always.”

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