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It can’t all be bullshit Part 2

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Eddie Munson x fem Reader x Steve Harrington (unfortunately no Steddie in this)

Summary: pinning after your best friend can be hard, especially when he doesn’t like you back. You were trying to get over a crush the last thing you needed was another.

AN: this is all I've written for the story, so I won't be as fast updating. Also, I'm sorry I write a lot for female-presenting readers it's just I find it easier to write it like that, especially with my dyslexia. However, if you guys want I can start reuploading the story with non-gender descriptions just might take it longer to edit it.

Warnings: Angst, use of Y/n, mention of break ups, miscommunication, sexual themes but no smut readers discretion is advised. Drug and alcohol use, and swearing.

word count 3.7kish

Monday morning came around quickly, which you were glad about. The sooner you could get away from that awful weekend, the better. Eddie hadn’t remembered anything from that night, or if he did, he didn't mention it. You were also glad that you didn’t want another argument, and you definitely didn’t want details on his love life. Not that you hadn’t thought about it, your brain was too cruel to not make you dwell on it, you also thought about Harrington was he okay? Not that you cared about him of course just one human looking out for another. If you happen to be looking around to see if he made it to school that would be out of curiosity not because you cared. Thankfully his locker was near to yours so you would eventually see how he was, to be honest with how the gossip spreads in this school you would hear about it eventually if the king and queen of Hawkins really had broken up.

I don't hear anything about it until a week later at lunch. You were a little late as you had been stuck talking to your English teacher, Miss Plant, and you felt too rude to leave despite the rumbling in your stomach. As soon as you got to the table, a conversation began. “Do you reckon his head hurt?” Eddie joked. “Whose head?” you said while sitting in your seat beside Eddie. “The king when he fell from his throne”. You were beyond confused. Were they talking about a new campaign? You couldn't remember a king in your current D&D campaign. Maybe you had been too busy dazing at your leader at the meetings to notice if there was a new character. You didn't want to feel stupid, so you nodded like you understood. It wasn't until the conversation continued and you heard the mention of Nancy Wheeler you understood. You knew Eddie and Steve didn't like each other, but some of his words seemed too harsh. You saw what Harringtons' wrath could be like, and you didn't want Eddie on the receiving end. You picked at your peas, not daring to look up, and you knew how they would all tease you about nagging again. “Maybe we shouldn't talk about this”. Eddie raised his eyebrow, stopping his rant. “Why are you scared?” he challenged. You shrugged back.

Everyone was surprised. You hadn't nagged, you hadn't come back at him, you had stayed remarkably calm. Eddie wanted to see how long it would take you to snap, but he didn't have a chance when Chris, taking the hint, changed the subject. “So when’s the date, Eddie?” Not realising this would be the thing to make you snap. Since when did he have a date? Indeed it wasn't with what's her face from the party? You thought he didn't remember anything from that party, and if he did, why hadn't he apologised to you yet? “Well, she wanted to come over on Thursday, but I don't know” he looked at you to gauge a reaction; that was your weekly bowling night. Don't shout. It's okay. It's only the night you look forward to most, and you don't have much to look forward to. It doesn't matter. Well, maybe it does, but not to him anymore. “Have fun” you say standing to leave the table, dumping the food on your tray. Any hunger you had felt had gone and was replaced with nausea.

You needed somewhere to hide because you weren’t going to the next period. You needed someone to cry or scream or both. So you disappeared to Eddie’s spot in the woods. You hold onto yourself for warmth, looking down, trying to be careful not to trip on the twigs hidden in the mud. You finally make it to the table without an accident when you see out of the corner of your eye a guy. You pray it's not Eddie or someone here for a deal. It was the last thing you needed. You weren't sure if you would keep your cool this time round, especially with the stupid tears that kept lining your eyes.

“I didn't think anyone else would be here”, he spoke. It wasn't Eddie, but it was someone you also didn't want to bump into. You hoped after that night you would never have to come face to face with Harrington again. “Sorry, I can go,”you say, hoping to make a swift exit. “No, it's fine, I don't own the woods”.

There is an awkward silence. You debated getting up to leave, but you were stuck there frozen. “Looks like I’m not the only one having a shit day.” You don’t dare look up. Yeah, you were having a bad day, but it didn’t feel right to compare it to a breakup. “Mine nothing compare to yours”. You look up quickly. You didn’t mean it to sound that way. “No, I meant I’m fine. I’m sorry about what happened”. God, did you sound as dumb as you thought? “So I guess everyone knows now”. You shake your head “just because I know doesn’t mean everyone knows”.

He weakly chuckles, but there is no humour behind it: “It kind of does. It’s made its way down to the bottom of the food chain”. Steve’s eyes widened. Shit, he didn’t mean to sound like that. “No offence”. He couldn’t help being how he was. Having to put up an act for so long makes it hard to realise when he was being a dick. “None taken”. You shrug. You were used to the name-calling by jocks, so his words felt like nothing. “So what happened to you?” You twiddle with the ring Eddie gave you on a chain. “Don’t worry about me”. Steve smiles. “It’d be nice to worry about something else for a change. So is it a guy?” You laugh at him. “Do you think all girl's problems revolve around a guy?”. He nods.” Well, that is very guy-like of you, but yeah, you’re right. This time, it’s a guy.” Steve’s face lights up with a smirk. “I knew it! So what happened.” You go to speak but look up, realising it is not a friend you are talking to. It’s a popular kid. Even worse than that, it’s the king of Hawkins high. “Just typical guy stuff.”

Steve took the hint you didn’t want to get into it, so they changed the subject. “I know you don’t owe me anything, but Can you not tell anyone I was here? If Principal Coleman finds out I cut, I’m dead” You almost wanted to laugh; the Principal would find out, but looking at his face, you knew he was deadly serious. “who would I tell?” He shook his shoulders. “I don’t know”. You smiled. “Exactly. I’m gonna have to start charging you for all the secrets I keep”. He looked utterly lost. “Huh?”

Eddie sauntered over, his metal lunch box in hand. He could only see Harrington and the back of a girl’s head. So he didn’t know who it was. “My spots are popular today. I’ve even got King Steve, and I assume his new plaything here.” You turn around to face him. Now was not the time for his antics. “Leave it, Eddie” you sneered. The boy’s eyes widened, and he shook his head. “Absolutely not” he grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the woods away from Steve.

After many tries, you finally got out of Eddie’s grasp. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”. The boy rolled his eyes, “saving you”. You repeated his facial expression, “I didn’t need saving”. He tutted and slung his arm around you. “You were about to be Harrington’s next prey; trust me, you needed saving.” You pushed him off. “We were just talking”. Eddie looked at you like he was telling off a child, not a friend and definitely not someone he fancied “That’s how it starts”. You hated that he treated you like you didn’t know how the world worked. “I don’t see why you care”. He shook his head. “I’m your best friend, of course I care”. There it was, the famous last words of any crush. You were officially friend-zoned, and you would never get out of that. You felt deflated, so you just nodded and followed him to his van and then trailer.

A month later you were going to another party this time it was your idea. Getting over this crush had been more challenging than you had planned, so you decided to do something the opposite of what you usually would. Tonight, you would act like all the other teenagers and drink till you forget. Or find someone to help you forget. When you told Eddie you were going, he insisted he took you despite your protests. How are you supposed to get over someone when he doesn't leave you alone? You had bought an outfit for tonight because your usual outfit of jeans and a tee didn’t feel fitting. So you bought a red tight spaghetti strap dress, you thought about wearing heels you put them on, but as soon as you wobbly stood up like Bambi on ice, you realised it wasn't the best idea, so you put on your black trusty Converse. It's nice to have familiarity and not feel like Bambi on ice when trying to catch someone up. You hear several impatient beeps outside; you would think you had made him wait for hours when he had only just arrived 30 minutes late, of course. Life is always on Eddie’s schedule. You just wanted to get to the party and out of his sight, so you grabbed your bag put on a layer of lipgloss and ran outside to Eddie’s van.

He had the window down. He looked at your outfit and shook his head. “You’re gonna freeze”. You were sick of his new habit of babying you; was this what you sounded like to him? Was this just him mocking you? The girl from the last party poked her head out. “I think you look hot. I’m Sasha (sorry if this is your name she is nice though) by the way”. You nod. “Y/n”, he brought her, of course he brought her. She was nice. Why did she have to be nice? It's easier to dislike someone when they are a bitch, not a beautiful soul like hers. You were even more jealous now you wish you could be more like her than you. You got into the back of the van as Eddie drove (over the speed limit) to the party. Sasha was super friendly along the way and kept asking you questions to get to know Eddie’s best friend more. The boy stayed quiet, in thought. He was struggling to keep his eyes on the road as he kept looking at you through the rearview mirror in disbelief.

When you finally got to the party, you found your way to the punch bowl, the pair not leaving your side. You picked up a red cup, filling it with the content of the bowl, whenever that may be. Before you could even put it to your lips. Eddie took the cup from your hands, pouring it back into the bowl, Tutting at you. “Are you okay tonight? You’re acting weird”. God, you were sick of his stupid face and stupid comments, but then it struck you this was your way out from the couple, from him. “You know I’m feeling a little weird. I’m gonna go to the toilet… it’s probably because of my period”. It was a lie, but you knew it would stop him from following you.

You went up the stairs and poked your head into a room, hoping it would be the bathroom. Unfortunately for you, it wasn’t; Steve Harrington sat on a bed, his leg tapping anxiously and anxiously. why did you two seem to have a universal magnet. “Sorry”. He looked up at you. You went to leave but were stopped by his voice calling, “Wait, you’re the girl who ditched me”.

“The girl?” You repeated him. “I have a name. It’s y/n, and I wouldn’t exactly call it ditched.” He laughed, getting up and shutting the door behind you. “What would you call it? I know it’s not your fault, though, was your boyfriend jealous?”. You glare at the thought, “he’s not my boyfriend”. He laughs. “Does he know that?” You turn to leave. “I’m not in the mood for whatever this is”. He holds your hand not too tightly, so if you want to go, you can, bringing you to the bed to sit down. You are stocked by yourself that you don't push him away, but the gentleness of this action makes your heart flutter. Maybe Steve Harrington could help you forget. “So he’s the one that made you cry”. Maybe not. You put your hands on your face, embarrassed “Is it that obvious?”. He pulls your hands away from your face, shaking his head. “He’s an idiot if he doesn’t see how beautiful you are”. You want to smile at his words, but they make you cringe. “Is this how you get all the girls?” He sighs. God, he had just been broken up with; maybe it was too soon to mention girls. “I’m sor-“ he puts a finger to your lip. “You apologise far too much”. You nod. “I just don’t want you to bite my head off again”, you mumble, fiddling with the end of your dress.

“When did I do that?” He had no clue what you were talking about, so why did you even mention it? “It doesn’t matter” you keep your eyes down. He uses his hand to lift your chin so you’re looking at him. “When did I do that?” He says as genuinely as he can. He was trying to be better, a more likeable guy, and if he wanted to do that, he needed to right his wrongs. “It wasn’t your fault; it probably just seems worse in my head because I wasn’t enjoying myself…and Eddie was being a dick and-“ he puts his hand on yours to calm you. “It was Halloween; I think you and Nancy had just had an argument. I guess you needed someone to take your rage out on, and I just happened to be there”. He runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head. Annoyed at himself, he couldn’t look at you. “It’s fine; I swear it wasn’t that bad. Otherwise, I wouldn't be sitting here. You just told me to fuck off and said bullshit a lot”. He looks over at you. “So you know what happened with Nancy?” you nodded “I got the gist”. He nudged your shoulder with his “thanks for not telling anything”. You laugh. “As you said in the wood, I’m the bottom of the food chain. I've got no one to tell.”

He wanted to beat himself up; he had fallen so far into the idea of popularity that he became what he swore he would never be a dick. “You aren’t, and I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like that.” You squeeze his hand. “Don’t go soft on me. I'm quite content being there . It means I can fade into the background”. He holds both of your hands and looks you up and down until his eyes land on yours. “Someone like you isn’t meant to fade into the background”. You don’t know what comes over you; maybe it’s how nice he’s being, that you had never been called pretty by a boy, or how handsome he looked, but you lean in and kiss him. Maybe it’s because you recognise the broken mess hidden behind his eyes. You instantly realise what you’ve done. You couldn’t blame alcohol for this. You had still never drank. You’re about to pull away when Steve brings his hands to your hips and pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling him. “Where” kiss. “Do you” another peck “think” another “you’re going?” You giggle into his mouth and further the kiss. Your hips were rolling against his, which was out of your control, not that you or Steve minded. You were so lost in the moment that you didn’t taste the beer on his lips until he put his tongue in your mouth. You tried to ignore it, but after a few moments, that’s all-consuming your brain: the metallic taste of it.

Steve could tell you wasn’t really into it anymore, so he pulled away. He started to feel insecure. He hadn’t kissed a girl since Nancy had. Had he already lost his touch? “are you okay? Didn’t you like-“ you shake your head animatedly. The action makes your whole body shake against him, making him moan. God, he was super embarrassed now. He moved you off him before anything got more awkward, especially if you were to feel the semi he was sporting. Jesus, why were you so in your head about everything you had a way to forget, and you ruined it? “I really liked it” he refused to look at you, too self-conscious about the situation. He kept his eyes on the ceiling fan above him. “It’s fine, y/n”- you feel awkward, too, so you keep your eyes on the door in front of you. “I just get so in my head sometimes, and I don’t drink, so I tasted alcohol and- I don’t know” You got frustrated at yourself not being able to find words. You sounded like a complete idiot. No wonder Eddie didn’t want you.

Steve looked at you and started laughing, even though he thought you were stupid. “Wait, so the Alcohol is cock blocking me?” He wasn’t laughing at you. You felt a relief wash over you. He was laughing at the situation. His laugh was so contagious and charming you don’t think you’ve ever heard it. Before you know it, you can’t help but laugh too. “What did you think you were a bad kisser or something?”. He hit your shoulder playfully. “Of course not” He joked.

There were suddenly loud moans from the room next door. You both look in that direction and laugh again. You do a silly impression of the moan. Steve stops laughing and stares at you, surprised at how good you are at making that sound. She must have had a lot of practice faking it to be that good, he thought. The moaning next door suddenly got louder. You raised your eyebrow at him “wanna play a game?”. You don't know what had come over you, but something about him relaxed you. You didn't feel the anxiety you would feel around your friends, making sure they were safe. You just wanted to have fun. You hadn’t been like that in so long.

Free to just be yourself. He raised his eyebrows back. “I'm listening”. You moan again, louder this time. He didn't expect that. He wanted to laugh because it came from nowhere, but it turned him on. “Come on then”. You whisper. He got the hint and moaned, too, not as loudly, though. You kept doing this back and forth, both getting more exaggerated and louder. It was hard not to laugh at how ridiculous you sounded. Next door suddenly got very quiet. “I think we won”, he nudged your arm. You burst out laughing. He had never noticed you before, but he was glad he had you tonight. He needed a laugh. He doesn't remember the last time he had actually had fun with worrying about the consequences.

There was a bang on the door. “Are you in there, y/n!?” you suddenly stop laughing and roll your eyes upon hearing your best friend’s voice. “Looks like your boyfriend’s jealous again”, Steve joked without thinking. But he then started to panic that maybe you weren’t friends yet. Was it his place to jok- you smack his arm. “Shut it, bullshit boy” you tease back. He would have hated hearing that from anyone else. But from you, he didn't mind. He wasn't sure why. Maybe it's because there was no malice in your voice. Perhaps it's because you had made his awful night better. His week is better. There is another bang on the door “y/n!” you glare at the door. Of course, he had to ruin your fun.

Wasn't it bad enough that he was breaking your heart? “I should go before he bursts a vein or something”. You get up to leave despite the voice in your head telling you to stay. “Thank you for tonight. I really need it”. You kiss his cheek. He smiles, feeling his cheek getting warmer and his heart beating faster. No, he wasn’t ready; he couldn't let this happen like this. “ I'm trying to be better, so I don’t want to lead you on. I don’t want a girlfriend”. You shake your head, going to leave the room, and scoff, “In your dreams, bullshit boy”. He shouts after you, hoping you can hear, “I'm not sure about this new nickname”.

Outside the door, Eddie has his hands on his hips like a parent. “Were you just in there with Harrington?” he says the name like it’s venom. “Yeah, so” just because he was your best friend, he had no right to tell you who to hang out with. You used to think his protective side was endearing, but now it was annoying. You couldn’t say anything about who he hung out with, so he can’t say anything about who you choose to spend time with. Well, that’s what you thought, but Eddie had other ideas, “are you trying to kill me?” He asks like it’s a serious thing that could happen. “Oh yeah, top of my to-do list” There you were, the person Eddie loved, the one with a comeback for everything, but now wasn’t the time for him to bask in your teasing contest that he lived for. No, when there was only a door between you and Harrington, that was too close for comfort for Eddie. He wasn't sure what the new relationship between you and the ‘king’ was, but he didn't like it one bit.

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Can you imagine being Jason Carver's older sister coming back home from Suffolk University, where she was an art major.

She has come home for spring break and has dropped out of college, but no one knows this.

Jason and her couldn't be more opposite, she was known for her beauty back in Hawkins but she's always been odd and off, she has very Carol Kane-Madison from Splash-Alison Harvard vibes. She was always in her own world sketching or writing, or panting. She makes little dollhouse figurines and keeps to herself, her mother was always disappointed with her, thinking she's mentally handicapped.

Her parents weren't pleased that she decided to pursue art and she had to pay her own way.

In college she was a nude model, she was always known for curves and it madeher a lot of money.

But now she's back home, and she runs into Eddie Munson at Benny's where she's enjoying a strawberry shake and reading The Two Towers.

He has never seen this ethereal beauty before, but that's because Jason's mother had his sister sent to boarding school in Massachusetts.

Jason would call her and tell her about an Eddie Munson who was a freak that would try and steal Chrissy from him, but she had no idea what he looked like.

But seeing the handsome long haired stranger come over to her table, she was in awe. He's so gorgeous, and he knew about Tolkien and they ended up sitting and talking for ever about legends and elves and he found out this girl was more than a beautiful face. She rambled like an excited child, and had to take a few breaths as she showed him the sketches and watercolors she had made for her book.

They began to spend more time together, she would show him her favorite places in the woods where she imagined herself a druid or a wood nymph, lover of the God of the wood.

Eddie couldn't understand why this sweet, beautiful babe had no one else in her retelling, how she would always be alone. When he saw the lines on her arm he wanted to know who caused her such pain he wanted to kill whoever made her feel like she wasn't enough.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x carver!reader

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here with me

pairing: male x gn!reader (i tagged with a lot of different male characters i find comforting, but there’s no names used so you can imagine anyone you so please)

word count: 0.6k

warnings: reader is in pain (nothing descriptive), he comforts. just fluff

a/n: i wrote this as a result of my own migraines, but i kept all the symptoms vague because any chronic pain is a bitch, and you deserve to be treated softly by the person of your choice

The apartment usually wasn’t this quiet when he got home.

Or this dark.

He set his keys on the counter and left his boots by the door, then carefully stepped through the apartment. The kitchen and living room were both empty, and the office looked like it hadn’t been touched all day.

There was no light under the bedroom door. He set a cautious hand on the doorknob, but a quiet whimper had him opening the door without question.

You were laid out on the bed, on top of the covers, with an arm draped over your eyes. The ceiling fan and rotary fan on the ground were both spinning at top speed, and he could just see a dark bag poking out under your neck.

He quietly closed the door and returned to the kitchen, now a man on a mission. He grabbed a straw and a water bottle from the fridge, then took an ice pack from the freezer and wrapped it with a dish towel. He took the last item, a bottle of painkillers, from the cabinet and silently returned to the bedroom, the only sound of his presence being the faint click as the door closed one more time.

“Baby?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

You let out another small whimper.

“How bad is it?”

“9.5.”

Unbearable, then, if you were using an actual pain scale.

He set his items on the nightstand and took a seat beside you on the bed.

“Meds?”

“At 3.”

Only a couple hours ago, too soon to take more. He put those beside the lamp.

He uncapped the water bottle and put the straw in, then he gently tucked a hand behind your head and lifted. “Drink.”

Your lips wrapped around the straw, and he didn’t pull the bottle away until you’d swallowed at least four times. But before you could lay back down, he replaced your old ice pack with a new one. You shivered a little, but the cold was a welcome reprieve.

“Stay or go?”

You could’ve cried. He’d stuck with you through this so many times he knew your comforts by heart. He read your moods instantly, and most of the time didn’t need promptings, but he always took the time to ask when it got bad like this. And he never shamed you for only being able to say a few words at a time.

“Stay.”

It nearly came out as a sob.

He shed his jacket and started unbuttoning his jeans. “Shirt or no shirt?”

“Soft.”

He took off his current shirt and replaced it with his sleep one, nothing decorating the black fabric, just ultra-soft cotton.

“Where do you want me?”

It differed every time. Sometimes you didn’t want him at all, the thought of another person with you sending jolts of pain through your body. Other times you wanted him to stay, but on the other side of the bed. Or you wanted him close, but barely touching.

“Top.”

Or sometimes you needed him to put all of his body weight on top of you like a human weighted blanket.

“Covers?”

“No.”

He positioned himself, knees on either sides of your thighs, then he slowly lowered himself until his hands on either side of your face were the only thing keeping him up.

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

He finished lowering himself and settled his full weight against you.

You sighed in relief.

“Better?”

You nodded and tucked yourself into the crook of his neck. “Better.”

“Three taps if I’m suffocating you.”

For the first time that day, you took a deep breath and relaxed.

#eddie munson x reader

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Mama, I'm in love with a criminal

Modern!AU, Criminal!AU, criminal!Eddie Munson x cop!you series

Previous part

You and Steve Harrington work in the police department led by Jim Hopper. He dreams of high detection rate and loves movie K-9. So there's your own K-9 dog in your PD. Only it's not K-9. And not a dog. It's a cat Robin.

If you think since it's criminal AU you'll find here blood, drugs and murders, think again. There will be only humor, cute Eddie in love and other mimimi.

TW: Eddie calls us sweetheart, domestic fluff (1,7k)

If there's anything worse than pineapple on pizza, it's definitely quarterly reports. You hate them with all your heart. And now you hate your dear boss a little too: as punishment for fucking up all imaginable and inconceivable deadlines, Hopper forced you to write all the reports by hand. Your wrists are already cracking, your fingers and head hurt, your butt aches from sitting in one place for a long time. And your stomach growls loudly.

Life is not fair. Robin, over there, is sleeping, having filled her belly with delicious food, and you are forced to write reports both for yourself and for your furry partner. Although, to be honest, writing for a cat is much more fun: you added a little mysticism, a lot of understatement and a lot of ambiguous hints. It turned out cheerful and mysterious. Probably, you should have gone to the philology college. No cold cases, no reports and crazy mafiosis, just write stories and articles for ladies' magazines.

You sigh heavily and return to the top line of the sheet to check if you wrote everything correctly. And you groan. Wrote the dates wrong again. Angrily, you crumple up the useless piece of paper and throw it into the already overflowing trash can, when the door to the office swings open. Steve, standing on the threshold, looks disgustingly pleased.

You sigh sadly again and take out a blank sheet.

- Still languish over reports?

- Yes.

- Well, then I came just in time with the good news.

- For me the only good news now would be that Jim has decided to cancel all reporting. And he let me go on vacation. And gave a bonus.

You, of course, don’t believe in miracles, but still look up at Steve. He almost dances with impatience and smiles slyly.

- There is something else that can make you happy! – you prop your cheek with your hand and prepare for the performance: until Steve’s done with his theatricality, asking him to get to the point is useless. - A lovely young maiden visited me today.

Steve begins to walk around the office, gesticulating wildly and, apparently, trying to show how lovely the maiden was.

- And she came on her own, without us calling her. She came here and said: I want justice to prevail! So that the criminal is imprisoned, given what he deserves, and blah blah. Nice girl, blond hair, big eyes. And chatty. And apparently heartbroken and angry. So she gave interesting testimony. I would even say very curious.

- So? - for some reason, you don’t have very good feelings, but you chalk them up to hunger and a stiff ass. - Who is this maiden offended by? Unless, of course, it's a secret.

- It’s no secret for you. By your... I mean, by Munson.

Steve sings something that sounds like a drum roll, and with a magician’s gesture, takes out a thin folder and hands it to you. You hope Steve doesn’t notice your trembling hands.

The evidence is really interesting. So interesting that you read them and try with all your might to ignore the disgusting sucking in the pit of your stomach. You look at the attached photo of the girl and remember where you saw her: she worked for some time at Hideout, the favorite bar of Wayne and his friends. And there, obviously, she met Eddie, fell in love with him, but he, the asshole, didn’t appreciate it.

Although there is nothing in the testimony about the place of acquaintance and the duration of the relationship. You really want to convince yourself that now you feel so bad because of stupid jealousy or something like that, but in reality... you're scared.

You carefully smooth out a crooked corner on one of the sheets, close the folder and push it aside. Away from Steve.

- You haven’t registered them yet?

- Testimony? No, I haven't.

The coffee is already completely cold, but you stubbornly drink it in small sips and studiously don’t look at Steve.

- Good.

- Okaaay, what's going on? - Steve moves a chair with a loud knock, to which Robin opens her eyes with displeasure, but immediately returns to sleep. - You can arrest him. Yes, it's just the testimony of a chick who got rejected, but you had your own investigations! At a minimum, fraud, robbery, grievous bodily harm. We dont have all evidence, but we can close Munson for a couple of years, and then, who knows, we’ll be able to get all of them. We need a search warrant! Are you even listening to me?

- I'm listening, thank you.

For some time, an uncomfortable, heavy silence hangs in the office. You close your eyes, rub your tired lids and pull another blank sheet of paper for the report.

- I thought you were just fucking.

Your hand twitches, and instead of neat letters, an uneven long strip remains on the page. You carefully fold the paper in half, then tear it into equal pieces and dump them on the mountain of papers in the trash.

- Yes. Just fucking. - Steve coughs, reaches for the carafe of water and fills the glass. And you finally find the strength to look your friend and partner in the eyes. - He also periodically gives me interesting information and buys Robin expensive food that is not covered by our funding. “Florida” and “Royal Canin”, it turns out, have a detrimental effect on the kidneys, liver, fur, deductive abilities and something else.

- Oh, - Steve freezes with his mouth wide open and generally looks extremely funny. You feel a little relief.

- Exactly. So we can’t arrest Munson. No way. He's very actively cooperating with the investigation and sponsoring our unique expert cat.

- Well, then of course, - Steve giggles, drinks water from a glass and gets up from his chair. - No more questions.

- Great, - you take out a new sheet of paper, and begin to write the header of the report. - Then go, Steve, go. I'll take care of the evidence.

Steve almost leaves, but turns around right at the door.

- What if that big-eyed beauty comes again and demands justice?

- Well, hint that after her dismissal there were a lot of things missing from the bar. The owners are angry, searching, resenting.

- What, really missing?

- Just go, Steve, yeah? I still have a lot of work to do. Stop distracting me.

When a couple of hours later the internal phone rings loudly, you're even happy.

Colorful flies are dancing in front of your eyes, your back is aching, and your stomach already seems to be stuck to your back.

- It’s Y/l/n.

- Good evening, ma'am! - the voice on the phone sounds obsequious and unfamiliar, they probably hired newbies again. - There is a witness for you here. No official papers. And he refuses to be searched. He said you called him for today, but now you’re not answering your phone.

You quietly curse, rummage through the papers scattered on the table and dig out your phone. It is on silent mode and is full of dozens of missed calls. Damn.

But you still can’t figure out what witness could come without official papers.

- Surname?

- He says it's Munson. But doesn’t give me an ID either.

Well, that's definitely newbie.

Anyone who has worked here for at least a month will recognize Eddie by sight. You really want to roll your eyes, but what stops you is that there are no other people in the office except you. And Robin doesn’t care: she licks her ass.

- Let him in.

- What about accompanying? I can’t let...

- I said: let him in.

You're just finishing the last paragraph and putting your neat signature when Eddie timidly knocks and look into the office.

- Sweetheart, hello!

- Close the door, okay? No need to yell across the whole corridor.

Munson, covered with some bags, makes a guilty face and noisily stumbles into the room. He clicks the lock and even turns the key for some reason. You just exhale tiredly and put the completed report aside. And, after thinking for a second, you hide the testimony given by Steve in a box.

- Why are you so exhausted? - Eddie unloads the bags onto a chair, then notices Robin licking herself.

He looks at the cat with a completely idiotic expression of love on his face, but doesn’t risk approaching, knowing well she can snatch him with her clawed paw. You find this... cute.

- I were filling reports. What are you doing here?

- I was passing by. Thought I'll drop in for a minute.

This doesn’t seem like the truth at all, and you snort loudly and skeptically. But Eddie doesn’t care: he starts rummaging through his bags. He takes out some containers from there and places them on the table in front of you, without even trying to protect the documents lying there.

- What's this?

- Food. Here is pasta with salmon, - Eddie deftly lifts the lids, takes napkins and fucking cutlery out of the bag. - And here's a salad with tomatoes. And these are cheesecakes.

It becomes so quiet that you can hear the printer working in the next office. You close your eyes for a couple of seconds, but when you open them, the food is still on the table. Eddie looks pleased and proud of himself, and the small room is filled with delicious smells.

Of fucking pasta and cheesecakes.

- Are you aware that I work here, right?

- So what? Does it mean you have to fucking starve yourself to death? - Eddie moves the bags, sits down on a chair and persistently pushes a spoon, neatly wrapped in a napkin, toward you. - Go ahead! You are always the first to complain about your stomach, but can't eat properly, because “I work here”!

Damn, it smells delicious.

You swallows saliva noisily and take the spoon.

- And where does this magnificence come from?

- I cooked it? - Eddie sounds unsure, and you can’t hold back laughter. - What? Do you think I can’t cook pasta?

You hum in agreement with your mouth full and show him a napkin with the logo of a famous restaurant. He shrugs his shoulders, but smiles very radiantly and doesn’t feel guilty. He just rests his hand on his cheek and looks contentedly as you put aside the empty container.

- You won't prove anything!

You can argue with this, but instead start eating the salad. When Eddie pours juice into your glass, you simply nod gratefully.

Forcing yourself to be irritated or indignant doesn't work.

Maybe your deductive abilities will also improve thanks to normal food, who knows?

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Can I request an Billy x reader x Eddie fic where either the three of them fight and then make up or Billy made Reader cry and Eddie got mad at him, and he then fixes it? I would love to see more of Mungrove x reader!

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it!! Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻Mungrove is getting very fun

2 boyfriends but 1 girlfriend

If there was anything that was a promise when dating Billy Hargrove, it was jealousy. Billy was popular with everyone. The boys idolized him, and the girls crawled at his feet. Billy was a loyal partner, Eddie and Y/N knew that. But Billy never was shy from the attention on him. He loved it. He loved being chased and all the girls swooning at his feet.

It didn't really bother Eddie. Eddie was never bothered by much, he shrugged everything off and moved on. He and Billy barely ever fought about it. But Y/N? She couldn't just shrug it off. It bothered her all the way into her skin and bones. Billy never saw the issue as it wasn't like he cheated. But to Y/N, being involved in flirting felt like cheating.

Saturday night meant date night. It turned out that having to compare three schedules was difficult. Billy always had basketball practice after school, Eddie had his campaign and band practice, and then Fridays were basketball games and singing gigs. But they all vowed that Saturdays would be their day.

It was late May and the weather was getting hot. Billy wanted to take a road trip off to the beach, so they did. The drive didn't feel that long once they pulled into the parking lot.

"We'll go grab a spot, and you unpack the car," Eddie said as he grabbed Y/N's hand. They ran through the hot sand and threw down their towels.

Y/N was basking in the sun as Eddie took dives in the water. She laughed behind her sunglasses as Eddie tried to do tricks for a rating. Usually, Billy would be with Eddie, both boys trying to one-up each other.

"I'M GONNA CHECK ON BILLY, DON'T DROWN," Y/N yelled as she stood up. Eddie gave her a thumbs-up before diving into the water once again. That boy loved to be in the water.

Y/N put on her sandals and began to walk towards the parking lot. She wasn't sure what took Billy so long, but she had a good feeling of why once she caught Billy with his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and his pearly whites on display.

Y/N walked up slowly, hearing Karen Wheeler flirting with her boyfriend. Billy was leaning close to her, making her laugh.

"Um, babe? You need any help with the stuff?" Y/N asked, she didn't want to sound rude or bitchy. She was more nervous and uncomfortable with the tight feeling in her stomach.

"Got it all handled, sweetie," Billy said, popping his gum. He didn't bother to look behind him at her, his eyes on Karen only.

"Eddie is starting his tricks and waiting for his competition." Y/N hinted she hoped he'd care enough to look at her this time.

"I'll be there in a minute," Billy said, his tone a little angry. Y/N gulped, she did not want to make him mad but she wanted time with her boyfriend.

"Will you be done soon? We've been here for thirty minutes and you know Saturday is o-" But Billy cut her off. He whipped around and his icy blue eyes glared at her.

"I said in a minute. I'm in the middle of a conversation, we have the whole godamn day for you to be on my ass." He snapped, and Y/N nodded. She bit her lip as she felt it tremble. Billy turned back to Karen and Y/N began to walk away. She sniffled as she tried to keep her tears back.

"Clingy one I see," Karen mocked, Billy let out a big laugh.

"You've got no idea."

Eddie was back on his towel when Y/N made it back, without Billy.

"Hey sweets, where's Billy? Does he need my help?" Eddie asked, pushing his sunglasses into his hair. He squinted as he looked over at Y/N.

"No, he's fine," Y/N said, her voice shaky as she sat on her towel.

Eddie frowned hearing her voice, he was quick to move his towel right next to her. His wet body against hers as he threw his arm over her shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Eddie asked, he saw his reflection in her sunglasses as she turned to look at him.

"He's too busy to join us because of Karen Wheeler." Y/N sighed, but Eddie knew there was more.

"I'm sorry he's being a dick," Eddie said, his lips pressed against her shoulder.

"Do you think I'm...clingy?" Y/N asked, she pushed her sunglasses into her hair as she looked into Eddie's eyes. His frown deepened as he saw her watery eyes.

"Not at all! Why do you ask?"

"Karen made a comment about it, and Billy laughed and agreed. It hurts when he flirts with every girl that breathes. It makes me insecure. Why am I not pretty enough to keep him from looking at other girls? He never looks at other guys." Y/N ranted, salty tears ran down her cheek.

"Oh, darling. I can't make an excuse for his dumb actions. But I promise you, you are enough. You are pretty enough, smart enough, funny enough, and everything more." Eddie said softly, he wiped away her tears.

"I'm going to swim for a bit." Y/N said, she gave Eddie a soft kiss then left to head into the water.

Eddie flicked down his sunglasses and went right after Billy.

Just like Y/N said, Billy was talking to Karen without a care in the world. Eddie walked up to the car and grabbed a water bottle out of the cooler.

He cut in between Karen and Billy. His back to Billy as he glared at Karen through his sunglasses. He handed her the water with a smirk. "Since you are so thirsty, here's water. Now beat it."

Billy chuckled from behind Eddie as Karen walked away.

"My oh my, someone is hot when they are jealous." Billy teased. Eddie turned around and flicked Billy in the forehead.

"I'm not jealous. I'm pissed off at your attitude towards Y/N." Eddie argued.

"I didn't have an attitude. I asked her to give me a minute." Billy defended. He finally grabbed the stuff from the car and began walking towards the beach.

"I don't give a shit if you asked. You ditched us on our date so you could talk with gross Mrs. Wheeler. You know I don't care about flirting because I know who's dick you'll be sucking on. But it's different with Y/N. She gets insecure and you make her upset." Eddie explained, helping his boyfriend carry everything down into the sand.

"Why is her being insecure my fault? We all knew I was popular with the ladies." Billy scoffed.

Eddie waited until Billy dropped everything on the sand before he punched his arm.

"What the hell!" Billy growled as he rubbed the sore spot.

"It's your fault because she doesn't think she's pretty enough to keep your eyes on just her. News flash Hargrove, if you want to soak in all the attention from the "ladies" then don't be in a relationship." Eddie said, another punch at Billy's other arm.

"DAMMIT!" Billy yelled as he felt another bruise forming.

"That's for making her cry. If you don't see what I see in her, then maybe she isn't meant to be yours, just mine." Eddie glared.

"What? You are gonna take her from me?" Billy questioned. He had to admit, the thought made his stomach hurt.

"No, but I'm going to stop trying to make you a good guy."

Billy sighed as he walked into the water. His eyes take in the gorgeous girlfriend of his. Her warm skin and the bright color of her bikini. Water dropped down her hair and created droplets that ran down her back.

She didn't turn around and he kept walking closer. Once he reached her he wrapped his arms around her waist.

His mouth was against her ear, as his chin rested on her shoulder. Her skin was warm from the sun.

"I talked to Eddie. And I'm really sorry I upset you." Billy said softly, he squeezed her body as the waves brushed against his legs.

"It's whatever, Billy. I'll get over it like I always do." Y/N sighed. She groaned when Billy turned her around, now face to face as she held back her tears.

"No, I mean it this time. I'm done with the games and the flirting. Eddie and I don't see it as a big deal, but it means something to you. It hurts you and makes you question yourself. Which I never want you to do. I've been a dick and not appreciating you the way I should be. I'm incredibly lucky to have you as a girlfriend. " Billy kissed her neck, and she tried not to melt.

"My sexy and gorgeous girlfriend," more kisses, "who puts up with me when she shouldn't have to," more kisses, "loves me when I don't deserve it," more kisses, "and truly the only woman I'll ever love." The final kiss landed on her lips and she happily kissed back. Her arms were thrown over his shoulders as his tongue moved inside her mouth.

"Can you forgive me?" Billy whispered against her lips. His blue eyes were nervous and guilty.

"Yes but I swear you flirt with one more girl and I'm going to have Eddie truly kick your ass."

"He wishes, baby." Billy chuckled before kissing her again. His hands landed on her ass as his tongue entered her mouth once again.

"Great. Now I got a hard on." Eddie groaned as he used Billy's towel to cover his swim shorts.

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Eddie “the meme” Munson strikes again

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Lil blurb of mean Eddie and you. Minors shoo, mean Eddie, enemies with benefits.

You can tell Eddie is beside you even before you turn around. It was like clockwork every day with him.

He pulls you into a deep kiss and backs you up against the door of his van then pulls you inside. It's your spot. Somewhere that the two of you had been coming for weeks now.

After a while all that can be heard is your moans and Eddie's whispered words as the two of you lose yourself in one another.

Eddie scowls as a particular load moan issues from your mouth. "Keep your voice down, you want people to catch us fucking in here?" His tone is borderline harsh and you bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning out loud again.

Once you're finished you lay with Eddie for a few seconds, hoping he stays for a little while. He doesn't, he gets dressed and you sigh and pull your clothes on too.

There's an ache in your heart that doesn't want to go away. Fuck. "You know we don't have to run off right away" you murmur.

Eddie scowls. "Id rather no one knows I'm fucking Hawkins princess. " he snaps and you ignore the sting in your chest at his words. Asshole.

"And you think I want people to know that I'm with Eddie the freak Munson, I'll pass" you snap back at him and a ghost of a smile traces his lips.

"The freak who makes you scream my name and whine for more, don't think your limp dick ex boyfriend makes you feel like this huh princess?"

No he didn't and you hate Eddie for bringing that up, you glare up at him. "Is that all you see me as? Just sex?" your heart races as you wait for his answer.

"What else would this be?" He replies coldly and the answer dashes the tiny hope you had that this could ever mean something.

"Right. Here's a suggestion Munson. Use your own hand tomorrow if you want any pleasure because you won't get it from me" you storm out and slam the door as you go.

There's no way you would let Munson see you cry.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #mean!eddie munson x reader

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JOSEPH QUINN Stranger Things 4 Bloopers

#joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie munson #bloopers

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JOSEPH QUINN Stranger Things 4 Bloopers

#joseph quinn #eddie munson #stranger things #bloopers

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eddie whining/whimpering 😵💫 it doesn't happen often. usually only when you take his balls into your mouth while sucking him off. or when you're on top of him n laugh, making your pussy clench around him. you laugh bc of him. he's mid giggle when you let out one yourself and "ah- fuck" his hips buck and omg.

hes doing that half delirious half moan kind of laugh while you're bouncing on his cock, hands digging into your hips as you take him so good. "you're-" he gasps, rolls his eyes back a little, shakes his head like he's trying to shake his thoughts lose. "holy shit, you're fucking me braindead- fuck, fuck- what's this pussy made of, shit-"

and you giggle at how pussydrunk he is. high and breathless, grinding your hips in a circle. he whines high pitched, suddenly sitting up and wrapping one arm around your waist, the other coming up to cup the back of your head. he kisses you messily. moves you on his cock.

"no, you don't understand." he groans, whimpers. presses his forehead against yours. his eyes are so big and brown. he swallows. "feels- feels unreal inside you."

you moan too, walls clenching around him, legs coming around his waist, heels digging in. "you too." you gasp, "feel so good- filling me up."

"uh huh." he babbles. he holds you to him like that, using his grip around your waist to glide you up and down his hard cock. "man." he croaks, bites down on his lip hard as he grinds his pelvis into yours. "this isn't good for my health."

you laugh again. the motion making your pussy flutter around him. his hand tightens around your neck, rings digging in.

"sh-shut uppp." he whines. "this pussies so good. fuuuuck. moves so good on my cock. like a fucking- warm little hug. just for me. all for me. gonna- shit- gonna fuck you on this cock everyday."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb

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The wonder in his eyes… JOSEPH QUINN as EDDIE MUNSON STRANGER THINGS | 4.07

#so pretty when he smiles #i wanna give him the biggest hug #and a giant kiss #eddie munson #stranger things

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Sucking virgin eddies balls until he comes untouched

thinking of eddie w bimbo cockslut reader <3333 he's just nervous about living up to her expectations, but you tell him not to worry. convince him to let you show him how happy you are with what he has, even if hes not ready to go all the way yet.

flushes red when you make him get on his hands and knees and press on his spine so his chest is pressed into the bed. "Isn't this...?" he starts but you just giggle and tug down his boxers, until they pool around his knees.

"your cock just looks pretty this way." you tell him, and it does. from behind his bright pink sack hangs low between his legs, and his flushed cock bobs. you lean forward until your lips touch his balls and eddie jerks, fisting his hands in the sheets as you start mouthing at his sack.

"oh my god." he whines, the feel of your plush mouth rolling his soft skin against your tongue making him leak precum. "baby, holy shit."

you pull your head back until he plops wetly from your mouth, your shiny spit dripping down his sack in a slick trail. it looks so hot. you squeeze the soft flesh and whine at how full they feel. "eddie you're so full of cum." you hug your thighs together. "they feel so heavy" you weigh them in your palm.

eddie looks at you from behind his shoulder, hair slipping around his face. "thats- that's a good thing?"

"mhm" you hum. "eddie m'so wet just from thinking about you dumping this load you have inside me."

eddie drops his head into his arms and you feel him rock back again your hand groping his sack, his pretty dick swinging between his thighs. "you can't talk like that."

"why not?" you coo innocently. leaning forward to suck one sack into your mouth wetly, before sucking the other in, softly rolling your tongue around them. you pull back again when they're nice and wet and flushed. "you don't wanna cum in me?" you reach around and grip his dripping cock. "you don't wanna shove this fat cock inside my tiny pussy and make me take it?"

you feel his balls twitch. "course i do." he whines, "i just- wanna be g-good for you. want you to like it."

you get an idea. turning your body so your head is now between his thighs, his dripping cock inches away from your face, his thighs on either side of your head. you grip his thighs.

"I'll show you how much i like it, baby." you tell him. "you're dating a slut, you know?"

he can't help how he rocks forward, his sticky head brushing against your wet lips. "not a slut." he mumbles. "you're- a-amazing. like a princess. deserve to be treated like one."

you hum happily. "thats sweet eddie." you lean up to kiss his cock for good measure. "i can be both. you'll see. I don't mind being your slut, if its just in bed. come on- let me show you-"

you tug on his thighs, encouraging him to lower his cock into your waiting mouth. he hesitates, and then you hear him sigh and then hes slowly feeding his fat cock into your plush mouth.

"shit-" he whimpers, and you moan around the feel of him stretching you wide and filling you. "oh my- you're so fucking tight and wet-"

you feel those silky balls hit your chin as his pubes meet your nose, cock fully nestled into your mouth. you flex your throat muscles around him and one of his hand shoot down underneath himself to grip your hair.

"baby." he sounds reverent. like hes feeling something awe inducing for the first time. "baby, this feels-"

he breaks off when you gurgle around him, attempting to pull up but you grip his thighs again to keep him there. he settles again, keeping the thick weight of his cock in your throat.

"oh hell. you like it?" he sounds amazed, even though you told him you did. he hesitantly, flexes his hips, dragging his slick length in and out of your throat in little increments. his balls squish along your chin. "you really do...." his grip tightens in your hair. "my sweet girl likes to be used. aw, fuck-"

he's fucking your throat now, in sharp jerky movements. the wet squelch of it making drool drip down your chin and your cunt throb between your legs.

"i love you." he gasps, and you feel his balls jerk and tighten against you. "m'gonna cum- gonna give it to you. you're so good- jesus christ- can't wait to fuck your- your tight little pussy-"

you can't either.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb

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