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ijustwanttobegolden · 2 years

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This Is just a really cute little something I wrote when the thunderstorm had me all in my feels this week. Warnings: slight mild language/slight indication of sex.

Pitter patter pitter patter

Light drops of rain tantalising the window, the only sound echoing throughout the dark spacious apartment.

Pitter patter Pitter patter

The rain getting heavier now but somehow more calming and satisfying than when it was soft and gentle. The louder the better as you wriggled yourself deeper into the large vintage sofa, your most comforting blanket like a cape around you.

Suddenly the rain wasn’t the only sound now, Light footsteps shuffled around the apartment, then…

Click…

The flick of a lighter here, the flick of a lighter there.

You followed the movements, it was almost hard to see with the apartment being so grey and gloomy but the figure of your close friend taron wasn’t hard to make out.. from one corner to the other he continued to light a scatter of candles. The brightly warm flicker of the candle wick, revealing his soft features.

Click… his endearing emerald eyes.

Click… his sweet lips pulling that very famous cheeky smile of his.

Click… his gorgeous skin.

Click… his painfully sharp jawline.

Taron was glowing and it wasn’t just from the warm flickering lights. He was always so bright and handsome.

A familiar feeling, a cliche moment of butterflies, as you watched him light the last candle. His eyes fixating on your own made your heart burst. Damn you Taron Egerton, you was the girl who refused to fall in love…

It was oh so bittersweet.

Before any further fuzzy feelings could conjure up inside he broke eye contact and you almost puffed out a breath of relief.

“Perfect! Just going to put the kettle on before the storm breaks out.. they said about a potential power cut? We can’t sit through a storm with candles and blankets and not have tea!”

You hold in a giggle at how ridiculous he slightly sounded but mentally wanted to strangle him at how perfect he was and how all this in itself was just perfect. Instead you wriggle yourself further into your resting position to ensure maximum comfort if that was even possible and squeeze the grip on your blanket that little bit tighter…

Bliss. You close your eyes for a moment. It’s quieter again.

Pitter patter.

The soft rain.. but then the sound of the kettle boiling in the distance while Taron softly hums his favourite Elton tune. Still bliss.

So relaxed, you hadn’t realised you put yourself into some sort of tranquil trance until the movement of the sofa cushions slowly recover you back into reality.

“Oh hi”

Though calm, your voice sounded loud within the walls of the cold quiet space around you.

“Hi” taron replied back playfully, his voice deep.

His weight sinks into the sofa, bringing you closer to him unintentionally as the cushions dip down but you don’t adjust. Sooner or later you would end up snuggling into him anyway.

“Is this why you lit so many candles..” you question. “Because you knew there would be a power cut?”

You tried to lighten the mood, carry on the silly topic of the power cut because as much as you both loved thunderstorms, deep down you were both so nervous about them too. Both scared of the dark, both agitated by the loud unsettling thunder when alone.. you both didn’t want to ride it out alone. Ultimately it just reminded you of being single, not having your favourite person in your life.. Not ever falling in love.. You’re just alone.. and that’s darker than any storm.

Taron shakes his head with a chuckle, handing you a warm cup of tea, your favourite cup of course. He knows and never forgets.

“Well there’s that and because it’s just really nice to have lots of candles, don’t you think? Really warm and comforting and well.. romantic”

A warm glow flourishes your cheeks at the last part of his explanation and you quickly bring the hot cup of tea to your face in hopes the steam will camouflage your complexion.

“Listening to the storm isn’t romantic” you scoffed. Brushing your feelings off.

“Bet I can make it romantic!” He challenged.

The cocky prick

You bit your lip, watching as he sprung from the sofa, his back muscles flexing underneath the teasingly thin cotton of his tight white tank top. They look delicious under the lighting of the flickering warm candles, casting shadows and making it look as if he was sculpted by the gods. All that working out for filming was definitely paying off.

He kneels over barefoot on the tapestry of the rug where your record player lays flat on the ground against the cold pale wall. His back still faces you as he scans the heaps of records stacked next to it.

You continue watching intently as you carefully sip at your tea, the calming pitter patter of rain still tapping at the windows.

“Hhhhmmm”

His fingers trace down over the vinyls so smoothly and delicately while he concentrates on the titles, deciding on the most sweetest and smoothest record out of the variety to pick out.

All you could concentrate on was how slowly his fingers danced over those vinyls, how they would feel again the bare skin of your thighs instead.

You had to snap out of this but as if on queue, soft music began filling the empty spaces of the apartment and lulled you out of thought.

Taron sunk back into the sofa to accompany you within no time, the familiar welcoming scent of him making you feel at home.

“This is nice” you smiled warmly and together you sipped at your tea.

“Isn’t it just” he said proudly, that typical smug smirk beaming upon his gorgeous face.

You rolled your eyes, it failed to go unnoticed.

The Welshman chuckled warmly not needing to be concerned by your action, he knew deep down he has gotten to you about something and it’s entertaining more then anything.

“What is it my love”

Your heart flutters at the nickname. Happens every time.

“Nothing” you bashfully smile, holding in a playful laugh.

It wasn’t nothing, it was the fact that Taron was utterly perfect, complete and utter boyfriend material. Scratch that, marriage material.

You knew that. He knew that. That’s what made all this all the more sufferable…

It doesn’t help that although just friends, Taron has offered you the position of being more then just friends multiple times, your connection and attraction for each other being completely unmatched but again.. you was the girl who refused to fall in love, a stubborn b*tch to say the least.

You knew that. He knew that. That’s what made this all the more sufferable… but at the same time it was very entertaining on his part, he was going to win you over someday.

He was already winning.

“tell me princess” he teased, nudging his arm into you, tea nearly spilling.

“Talk about spilling the tea” you joked as you noticed your own tea had actually spilt down you a little.

Amusement jittered around. You was both calm, happy, relaxed in each other’s presence, you wish you could always feel like this. The smooth mellow guitar immersed with light scratches from the record, a beautiful raw and authentic sound completed the vibe, Light thunder began to rumble.

By now you had placed your lukewarm empty cups down and began to snuggle into one another on the sofa, the thunder making you more touchy then usual. Taron rested in-between your legs, twisting awkwardly so his back rested against the inner thigh of your right leg and he was slightly facing you. He was comfy more or less, especially when you opened up your blanket and draped it around you both.

If he wanted to, he could of easily rested his head upon your breast comfortably.. you wouldn’t mind if he did, that’s just how close you were but it was so much better that instead, he sat up a little to focus on the features of your face…

He admired your glistening eyes, your soft cheek bones and delicate soft lips.. So many times he had pictured devouring them with his own.. In fact he wanted nothing more then to kiss you right now. The poor boy had to fight the urge.. no sweat though, it was something he had to do all the time, he was painfully trained for it now.

There was so many things Taron had to refrain from.

Admittedly you wouldn’t care if Taron kissed you randomly, drunkenly or intentionally but still, he respected you and there was no way he was going to risk losing you or your trust. What an angel.

*BANG*

How silly you must of been, almost shaking in Tarons arms. The Sudden loud burst of thunder was so unexpected though, frightening in fact. The music cuts out, so would the lights if they were on though thankfully the soft flickering candles are still glowing gracefully, the room still feeling warm and welcoming. You feel safe and it’s not the light of the candles, or the comfort of your favourite fuzzy blanket. It’s taron.

His arms had snaked around your waist, his large hands trailing up under your soft loungewear shirt and holding your bare skin to press you into him protectively and reassuringly.

“It’s okay my love, just a bit of thunder.. I was right about the power cut”

You smiled softly at his words, his bare hands, touching your bare skin making it harder to concentrate on what he even said to begin with.

They felt so good.

Taron mentally face palmed at how quick he was to touch you, hold you the way he did.. the thunder wasn’t his excuse to take advantage of you, it was just a sincere natural response of his, a way to comfort you, to protect you.

His eyes immediately fill with some sort of sorrow, an apologetic but needy look all over his face that melted you.

His hands suddenly became loose, his grip fading, a wave of emptiness washing over you.

“It’s okay! hold me! I’m scared” you laughed out, trying to joke around in attempt to lighten the heavy mood of whatever this was.

You smiled, the feeling of his fingertips pushing into your skin once more. It was oh so ever satisfied.

Rumbling of heavy thunder, the rain pitter pattering against the window much faster now, the sound of it all just grew more and more comforting and satisfying with each passing minute.. even more so now that you were tangled up in your blanket with Taron all cozy and cute.

The evening seemed to go on forever, like there was no end but forever in Taron’s arms didn’t seem bad at all, Shame you couldn’t admit it to him.

You chatted all through the storm, sharing memories, laughing until there were specks of tears clouding your eyes. You were charmed as usual by taron’s weird and wonderful stories, how he would explain them with such wit and playfulness in his eyes, the way he would casually flirt with you here and there, making suggestive remarks while wiggling his eyebrows and tickling at your sides, any and all excuses to tease you, make you laugh and potentially make you fall all the more head over heels for him.

For the second time tonight… cocky prick.

The thunder eventually becomes softer and lighter, along with the rain. Over the course of the evening you’ve sunk further into the sofa and further into the comfort of taron’s arms. Taron’s warm breath continuously cascades over you while the rise and fall of his toned up chest just creates a new haven for you. You begin to swirl circles over his chest, your soft fingertips tickling at his skin. You couldn’t help yourself.

“So when are you going to fall in love with me and accept that maybe one day you will marry me?”

His voice so soft now, soft and calm like the rain.

You take in a deep breath, avoiding his loving but intense gaze. You dare but to look into those gleaming eyes of his so you concentrate your sight on the tracing of your fingertips upon his chest.

“I’m already in love with you taron”

Suddenly the atmosphere felt really thick, intense.. being so blank all of a sudden you didn’t realise that it was because Taron’s chest tensed beneath you as he couldn’t quite take in what you had just said.

“What was that..” his breath hitched, he was slightly nervous. That was no lie.

“You win taron”

Quickly you snap your head up at him, your eyes fix sternly on his. The two of you could of easily made this a more light hearted and flirtatious moment, Taron finally gaining satisfaction, taking all the glory while you, the sore loser, crumble in defeat but more or less feeling cocky yourself. This moment could have been banter galore but no.. not today, not now, not ever.. this was a more heart felt confession, a serious moment, a moment that could change everything.. your love for each other deserved that. You both deserved that.

“Sorry what” he gasped out in disbelief, the grip on you becoming more tighter with anticipation.

His eyes searched your glistening ones. Were you finally giving in to your stubbornness and finally admitting your feelings? He promised he would never hurt you, not like those other assholes who made you put your guard up in the first palace.

“You win, Taron. I’m in love with you, I can’t even explain.. I just love you so much”

Was that really a lump in your throat. Hot tears pricked at your eyes, you wish you didn’t feel so small though You couldn’t help it, you had to give in, it was driving you insane.

*BANG*

You didn’t jump this time, you was more scared of what was happening right now to be frightened by some extremely loud thunder. He held you tighter, his fingertips burning at your skin. You nervously looked around, some of the tea lights had eventually died out, the room was looking a lot more dull and gloomy but Taron’s face was near and still warm and glowing from the Yankee still burning on the brass caprice side table, he looked like an angel.

Although not startled by the thunder, you brushed your fingertips slowly up to Taron’s chest to lightly grace the rough stubble along his jawline in an attempt to distract yourself and calm your racing heart. Why was you so nervous?

Taron enjoyed your soft delicate touch dancing over his skin and how you concentrated on all his features intently while doing so, it brought flash backs to every single intimate moment you’ve had. The ones he thought that you never paid attention to but he did…

Times when camping with friends in wales..You both would be the first to share a tent together. Helping each other string all the fairy lights up. Tackling the sheets of the air bed. Sneakily snuggling a bit closer as the night grew colder.

Times when you attended friends weddings.. always attending as each other’s date. Always adjusting Taron’s tie so intricately. Always having those slow dances together.

Times when either of you had a shit day.. throwing on a movie. Running each other a hot bath. Listening to each other rant and getting drunk together.

There’s been many times and more.. those intimate moments.. It’s all Taron ever thinks about and secretly, you the same.

Now here you were, your most intimate moment yet.

The tapping of rain, the rattle of thunder, the soft flicker of candles, the skin to skin contact, all tangled up in each other arms, screw the blanket now.

As if time didn’t exist now, like the sounds that drifted away moments ago, so did your thoughts. Taron had you lost, lost in his mouth.

The sudden kiss shocked you at first until your eyes flutter close. You moved in sync, breathing each other in, devouring each other’s mouths. The moment builds and so does the passion. Your fingertips stroking his stubble seconds before, grip his face, both of you in agonising need for each other. You could tell just how much your were holding back from each other before. Never again.

The apartment was echoing with pitter patter sounds of the rain with clasps of thunder but now it was echoing with heavy breathing, gasps and sweet sweet sounds of sweet slippery kisses.

Taron’s strong, firm hands roamed your body as you climb over him to straddle him on the sofa, the strap of your loungewear top slipping down your arm in a sultry way. It was the only time Taron removed his lips from yours, to place a long lingering kiss on your smooth shoulder of where the strap trailed down.

“I win” he teases proudly while peppering kisses all over your bare collarbones and neck.

Naturally you tilted your head back, moving with the placement of the kisses, too lost to even know what he said.

If it was something about winning, you didn’t care. Maybe you lost but you still had the prize.

Clothes were slowly being tugged, kisses were getting deeper, hands were getting more grabby. You giggled into the kiss as something hard pressed into the right spot.

Just as you began to help Taron strip you from your clothes, the familiar scratch of the record sounded and the soft romantic music continued to play. The end to the power cut.. How bizarre.. it was perfect timing. This whole evening was just.. perfect.

#taron egerton #taron egerton imagine #taron egerton x reader #taron egerton x you #richard madden

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ijustwanttobegolden · 2 years

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This is based on a dating Eddie Munson headcannon I saw.. something along the lines of ‘he would give you really hyped up fit checks if you asked’. Also I had the idea of Eddie seeing you in a leather harness worn as a fashion statement and him being absolutely stunned by it and it triggers certain thoughts and fantasies in his mind. Thought I’d combine them both. Enjoy!

(Warnings: slight mentions of sex and mild language, Eddie absolutely gushing over you)

𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏

You was never really self conscious, unsure about the clothes you wear. You also weren’t the type to ask your friends for their approval unlike them who would constantly overthink their outfit choice, always looking for your reassurance. Again you never looked for approval, unsure of your look, though whenever you was around Eddie, you always asked for a second opinion. Why? You ask.. well because you loved to hear it.

Eddie was your puppy eyed, sweet smile, curly headed angel who never failed to make you feel like you was the most gorgeous thing to ever grace this earth. He was the reason you was so confident, never letting you feel the slightest insecure about yourself. If he never said how amazing you looked, his face definitely showed it and it got you smiling every time.

Not only did you trust Eddie’s opinion on your style but you trusted Eddie with your life. The both of you always planning to run away together, set off on road trips and cause mayhem.. it would be just you and Eddie against the world. You grew close.. so close that you let Eddie completely in on your life, you even started to open up to his slightly experimental side in the bedroom.. you know.. whips and chains and all that. Not exactly all of it yet, you was still pretty knew to it, still really innocent but Eddie being a secret sweetheart underneath all that metal head persona of his, he was willing to wait for you and introduce it to you slowly.

-🖤-

Okay… so not going to lie, there would be times where you were feeling like total shit, you were either tired or in a mood and genuinely just not feeling yourself but all it took was a simple question…

“Hey Ed’s.. I really don’t know about this new lipstick.. think it makes me look really ugly…” you let out a huff of frustration, feeling slightly bored and miserable as you looked at yourself in the tiny pocket mirror that you had gripped in your hand. “What do you think?”

Eddie does a double take at you, lost in conversation at the lunch table but instantly snaps his attention on you, his chocolate eyes landing onto your lips to inspect said lipstick.

In all fairness the pop of red looked devilishly delightful to him.. it looked gorgeous and he was unsure if you actually meant it when you said you thought it made you look ugly.. surely you could see for yourself that it made you look even more beautiful.. if that was even possible.

He tilts his head close to your face, his dark eyes studying you, warm breath sending you shivers.

“It’s beautiful, looks beautiful.. You know I’d like to see it around my…”

“Hey guys!”

Dustin slams his books on the lunch table and jumps into the seat opposite, greeting you both and all of hellfire club with a beaming smile.

You smile, a tint of a sly smile at the last thing Eddie was about to say.. then you giggled out in amusement while Eddie chuckled darkly from beside of you, leaving poor Dustin confused, eyeing you both up suspiciously.

“Seriously though Princess, it looks amazing on you”

And the gorgeous metal head sends you a wink.

‘What do you think?’

That’s all you had to ask and a gush of compliments , praises and thirsty comments would just pour out of The metal head’s mouth. It was sort of a secret little rush of yours, becoming your new obsession… being hyped up. Hyped up by Eddie Munson.

-🖤-

Studying yourself in the mirror, eyes trailing head to toe at yourself in a cute floral summer dress…

“What do you think?”

Eddies eyes trail up your body hungrily.. there was something about you in a sweet innocent summer dress that got him all worked up.

“It looks so pretty on you baby, you look so pretty”

-🖤-

About to attend a concert with Eddie and your dressed in one of Eddie’s band T-shirts, a leather skirt and some chunky boots…

“What do you think?”

Eddie is almost drooling seeing you in a leather skirt.. his dreamily dark eyes soak up your bare legs and when his eyes land on his t-shirt his heart stops, you belong to him and his t-shirt basically claims you.

“Looking good babe” he smiles like happy child.

“Really?” You ask mindfully, twisting a little to show off the outfit a bit more.

“Yeah sooo good! Hey maybe you should add some of my chains, you would look even more badass then, like sooo badass Princess!”

-🖤-

Your getting ready about to go to a party with Robin…

“What do you think?”

Eddie soaks up the sight of you once again with those heavenly eyes and sighs in defeat because he thinks you look insane.

“How many guys do I gotta beat up?”

He grabs you by the waist to pull you in, his head bows to your neck while you giggle out in satisfaction.

“You look so good baby.. Why don’t you stay here with me instead, have our own little party.. Though I can’t promise you that sexy little dress is going to stay on for long…”

-🖤-

Alone in his room wearing nothing but his hellfire tshirt for the first time…

“Obviously it’s a little big on me.. but it’s perfect just for bed, what do you think?”

Eddie looks at you dumbfounded at first, slightly shocked with his heart in his mouth but his eyes soften and he smiles warmly. You were so beautiful.. for so long he wanted you to be his and now here you were in his room, wearing nothing but his hellfire t-shirt.

“Wow” he gushes breathlessly. “Really suits you” he winks then he cheekily throws a pair a handcuffs at you from on his dresser.

“Think these would look even better on you though”

-🖤-

The first ever night you stayed over where Eddie launched the handcuffs at you, that was the first ever time he he hinted about his certain interests to you. His bandana sort of gave it away anyway and so you already knew he was into that sort of stuff but you never really talked about it.. when Eddie finally opened up to you about it, you was beaming with happiness because you clearly made him so comfortable to do so.

As an open minded person you became very interested, very quickly.. Eddie was so sweet, insuring he wouldn’t rush things and promised to take it slow.

Although you came across sweet and innocent, Eddie really didn’t need to be that gentle with you.. it almost frustrated you.. longing for him to get a little rough.. chain you up, tie you down, handcuffs, blindfolds, whips galore. Just have him fully dominate you. Eddie however didn’t want to somewhat frighten you and hadn’t acted out anything for a while, ‘taking things slow’ quite literally. So your outfit choice one day was a little more on the ‘racy’ and ‘submissive’ side.

Let’s see what you think about this then Eddie ‘angel’…

You ran your fingers underneath the smooth leather straps, up and down as you studied yourself one last time in the full length mirror in your bedroom.

You decided on buckling the straps a little tighter to get more of a snug fit, the choker part of the harness feeling slightly uncomfortable and somewhat intimidating but it was something you wanted to get use to for dominant Eddie Munson purposes. You kind of liked the way it looked, not sure at first if it would look right with a plain shirt underneath but it gave the boring look some edge.. it was the newest fashion trend after all.

You headed for school all strapped up and ready to go.. excitement and nerves began racing through the pulses of your veins all at once. What was Eddie going to think…

All day your outfit hadn’t gone unnoticed by everyone.. the popular girls approved.. the popular guys however gave you some funny looks in which you rolled your eyes at their lack of knowledge on what fashion or bondage even is. Neither of those people you cared about.. it was Eddie’s reaction you was routing for.

You strutted down the corridor proudly known as Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson’s girl, making your way to a certain little class room, designated for a certain little club and their club meetings…

“Welcome to hellfire!”

You almost jump a mile, you hadn’t even stepped through the door yet, your hand lingering, reaching for the door handle that was no longer there.

“Eddie!” You gasped, pressing your left hand to your heart.

He chuckles chaotically, ripping the door further open and just as he motioned for you to come in, his deep chuckles fade as his eyes drop down and focuses on what you’re wearing.

You instantly caught on, following his gaze down to your chest and realising that he’s noticed your harness then you brush past him quickly to hide your little mischievous, knowing smile.

While you enter the room, beginning to greet everyone, you leave Eddie to trail behind you, looking ever so dumbfounded and lost for words.

You wiggle into a chair at the table, getting yourself comfy with a wave of satisfaction. You could feel Eddie’s deep eyes burning you as he focuses closely on the little piece that you were wearing. His eyes run over every little detail of the harness.. the leather of the straps.. the buckles.. the loops and the choker… there’s a glint of darkness and wonder in his eyes and he licks his lips ever so discretely, all sorts of racing thoughts running though his mischievous mind.

“You okay angel?” You call to Eddie innocently from across the table.

He’s now sat opposite you and he shifts in his seat slightly, shaking his intrusive thoughts.

He raises his eyebrows slightly, indicating that you’ve caught his attention.

“I’m good sweetheart” he coughs.

Well that’s a lie.

He was absolutely mesmerised with what you was wearing, it looked so good on you though he had to admit, would look even better with nothing on underneath.. the things he would do to you wearing just that.. You looked so sweet and innocent yet so disgustingly sexy and submissive at the same time.

“Are you sure” you asked again.

He broke out of his thoughts once more, drool almost dripping out of his mouth.

“Yes Princess” he smiled but his smile soon changed.

Everyone began chatting about the club, what days it should be held on instead etc but you and Eddie were completely zoned out, Eddie even more so.

He slipped back into his chair more comfortable now, his elbows Barely resting on the arms of the chair while he clutched his knuckles focusing on you intensely. The sight of his metal rings making you hot for his touch. It was like he was conjuring up a plan, something really irresistibly dark and exciting and the way a devilish smile crept up on to his face, just proved that he was.

You gave in now, your mischievous smile gleaming from across the room sending him butterflies.

You knew exactly what you was doing and Eddie was going to make sure you’d get a spanking for it later…

“What do you think?” You cheekily asked as you, along with Eddie and all the rest of hellfire began to clear out of the room for class.

“How about we skip class, head straight to mine and I’ll show you” he whispers darkly in your ear.

Oh Eddie Munson you sure know how to get me all hyped up.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn imagine #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic #joseph quinn #aesthetic

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ijustwanttobegolden · 2 years

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🍒 C⊶h⊶e⊶r⊶r⊶y⊶ ⊶l⊶i⊶p⊶s⊶t⊶i⊶c⊶k🍒

No warnings. Just Eddie Munson obsessed with you and your cherry lipstick.

This was an idea based on a fic I wrote which you can check out HERE! ❤️

As soon as Eddie saw you he wanted a taste.

A taste of your mind.

A taste of your attitude.

A taste of your lips.

You was the sweetest yet meanest person anyone had ever met. Sweet and humble yet still so bold and confident and at the best of times.. pretty feisty. How was it possible for anyone to be so sweet yet so sour all at the same time.. Everybody loved that about you, especially Eddie.. that metal head freak was obsessed.

You strutted down the hallways of Hawkins high, flashing sweet innocent smiles towards all the heads that turned.. students gawked, gushed and just simply stared in awe at you. Your energy was unmatched, it was like a magnet. Your sweet smiles turned into mischievous little blushes upon your cheeks, you looked like you had an evil little plan up your sleeve, like you knew something nobody else did, It drove people wild.

Along with your powerful energy, bold confidence and a smile to die for, you sported a bold cherry lipstick to seal the deal. Your cherry lipstick was always an essential of yours, your secret weapon. The lipstick was a daring dark cherry colour that complimented your eyes and skin completion really well, it had a really overpowering cherry scent which you fell in love with and of course the lipstick itself was titled cherry. It instantly became your favourite lipstick and now it’s all you ever use, becoming more of an addiction, you had to resist the urge to reapply it every 10 minutes.

Your signature lipstick made quite a statement that everyone began nicknaming you cherry, you didn’t mind so much when the name rolled from Eddie’s tongue.. ‘Sweetheart’ ‘Princess’ ‘Cherry’ any of those nicknames that came from Eddie’s mouth made your heart flutter and weak at the knees. He was the only ever person you would never ever purposely be mean to, Eddie Munson was your heavy metal angel in denim ripped jeans and chains.

When Eddie first saw you he instantly picked up on the sweet yet sassy attitude that radiated from you, the innocence you tried to perceive didn’t fool him and your gorgeous cherry red smile was infectious. He could of died right there, right then. Again, he wanted a taste.. a taste of you. All of you. He couldn’t help but stare at you from across the lunch table and that became his daily routine.

“You know it’s impolite to stare, Munson” you scolded, you tried to sound sarcastic but it somehow came out in a more seductive tone, your eyes never leaving your little pocket mirror as you applied your cherry lipstick.

You could feel Eddie’s dark heavy eyes burning into your skin as you continued to ‘innocently’ apply your lipstick. a little ‘birdie’ Dustin Henderson *cough cough* had nervously blurted out one day that Eddie was completely crushing on you hard and had dustin stalk you for ‘scientific purposes’ so now here you were playing on it, knowing the effect you had on him.

“I’ll stop staring if you just let me have a taste”

His lips curled into a devilish smile, his fingers imitating devil horns above his head, his eyes lighting up with mischief.

Cheeky son of a…

You giggled before throwing a fry at him and he threw his hands up in protest.

“Woah there princess! I don’t think that’s fair” he chucked deeply and he went to grab a fry from his own plate, it was obvious what he was about to do next.

You locked eyes, shaking your head while giving him a stern look.

“Don’t you dare!” You warned, hiding a smile.

Dustin and the rest of hellfire all turned heads back and forth between you and Eddie at the table, trying to follow all the commotion, a look of both fear and amusement plastered on their little faces.

“I don’t like it when mom and dad fight” dustin whispered stressfully under his breath.

Mike scoffed in amusement at his sarcastic comment, continuing to study you both.

It became tense for a moment.. like a stand off but Eddie shrugged, relaxing in his seat and shoving the fry in his mouth.

“I only wanted a taste” he spoke innocently, his sweet smile beaming at you.

You continued to hold his gaze, a warm smile tugging at your lips, the cheeky attitude made you weak.

“Maybe one day…”

You could of swore you heard everyone gasp, surprised looks on everyone’s faces and all you could do was just laugh, almost chaotically as you jumped up and exited the cafeteria, swiftly with no words. Eddie, watched you intently as you left, those dark eyes burning you once again, excitement pumping through his veins, a smug look of satisfaction on his handsome face.

~🍒~

All night that’s all Eddie could think about was you, like every other night really but this time it was different.. all he could picture was finally tasting your lips, replaying over and over how the kiss would play out, how your sweet lips would feel and taste, that cherry lipstick.. he would absolutely devour you.

Words kept replaying in his head, keeping him up all night.

“I only wanted a taste”

“Maybe one day”

~🍒~

It was early, you were tired, gathering out history books from your locker to prepare for your first class of the day, it was not what you wanted to be doing right now. In a world of your own, deprived of sleep, you didn’t even notice the pale hands clad with silver rings that was snaking themselves around your waist.

“Is today that day?” A deep yet silky voice broke out in your ear.

“Eddie!”

Safe to say you were wide awake now.

You jumped to face him, a hand on your thumping chest.

“You scared me!” You gasped.

Your eyes locked with his and you melted. Even though he just scared the living day lights out of you, you couldn’t be mad at him. Not with those eyes.

“I’m sorry Princess, you okay?” He asked, his voice laced with concern and he searched your eyes in hope that you were okay and nothing serious was going on.

You placed a hand upon his chest, the material of his hellfire T-shirt felt ever so soft and comforting. You couldn’t help but smile warmly and you sigh in relief.

“I’m fine, you just startled me a bit, I’m so tired Ed’ you huffed, pulling a little pouty face. You gave in to the magnetic pull, the warm fabric of his T-shirt, the rise and fall of his chest, you wanted to hug him so bad and so you did.

Without question or any hesitation, Eddie wrapped his tattooed arms around you tightly. He was warm and comforting and nothing could ever beat this. It was official, Eddie gave the best hugs. He held you for what seemed like forever, swaying you gently and nuzzling his face into your hair. You stood like this for a while not wanting to let go and Eddie wouldn’t dare break from you, he could hold you forever.

“Hey you don’t have to go to history this morning if you don’t want to.. Spose’ you could make up an excuse to sit in the nurses office or sneak home while you can so you can pull a sickie.. or we could just cut class, I don’t mind Princess” his voice was so soothing and reassuring though your eyes widened and you pulled away.

“Cut class? Are you insane! You have classes to pass if you want to be graduating in 86 Eddie Munson!”

“Hey I suggested other things too!” He held his hands up in defence while you tried to swat him playfully.

“I was just looking out for you that’s all.. I care about you..” his hands grab at your waist to pull you into him. “and I don’t want you forcing yourself into class if you’re not feeling it baby..”

Oh no, here he goes again with the nicknames.

You gulp, Eddie made you tremble for a minute then you suddenly snap, remembering the confident feisty person you are.

“Eddie Munson, get your hands off me and get your sweet, sexy butt into class”

You rolled your eyes but deep down wanted nothing more then to let him have a taste, let Eddie push you up against the lockers, pinning you to kiss you without even catching a breath but you killed the moment and now it was time for boring history class.

I say boring but you and Eddie used to have the best seats in the house.. the back of the class.

At the back of the class was where you both used to laugh until you cried, joke about and tease people and of course there was flirting.. lots of flirting! that was until the teacher split you up so you could both ‘concentrate’ and not ‘distract’ one another, then it became boring.

As soon as class began, you dipped your head down, your head lazily resting in the palms of your hands, elbows on the table. You began daydreaming then your mind wandered to what Eddie had said to you earlier when he scared you half to death.

‘is today that day?’

He was clearly referring to your cherry lipstick, was today going to be the day he got to have a taste.. you did say ‘maybe one day’ and you giggled to yourself in amusement, gaining some funny looks from your class mates. Then you caught eyes with the brown eyed metal head himself, innocently sat at the front. ‘Not today, not tomorrow Munson’ you thought, a beaming cherry red smile on your face that sent Eddie butterflies.

~🍒~

Teasing Eddie was your favourite thing to do and the more you two got closer, the more comfortable and the more easier it was for you to do so, especially now you knew what sent him wild. Your cherry lipstick.

You would sometimes leave it in his room, on his dresser amongst the endless amounts of cassette tapes, cigarette packets and spare guitar picks. He would find it, carry it around with him until he saw you next, every so often he would take off the lid to sniff that sweet cherry scent like if it was his own personal drug. It might as well be. He was addicted.

Sat in the passenger side in his van you would pull the sun shield down to use the little mirror to purposely apply a little more lipstick. Eddie barely able to focus on his driving, trying to watch you. Wetting his lips with anticipation and longing.

When greeting him and when saying your farewells you would plant a long lingering kiss to his cheek, staining his smooth flawless skin cherry red with the silhouette of your lips. Eddie would blush and get all flustered every time. Most of the time he’d refuse to wipe it off until he started to get a lot of ‘we were gonna ask if you’ve seen cherry but uhhh’ then the person points to their cheek to refer to the kiss mark.

You left him notes in class and in his locker with your cherry lipstick stain at the bottom and you would purposely talk about it loudly amongst the girls in class ‘oh it tastes amazing’ ‘it’s so smooth, makes your lips really sweet and kissable, definitely recommend’ and you would send Eddie a cheeky wink his way.

You had poor Eddie eating his heart out.

~🍒-

Eddie was going crazy, you had him all hot and bothered, all the teasing.. all the flirting.. and as much as he loved and respected you, he wanted nothing more then to just grab you and finally kiss you, finally taste that sweet cherry lips of yours. It’s all he ever thought about lately. The boys had begin to notice, there was a change in his behaviour at hellfire lately.

“Eddie.. helloooo, dungeon master... EDDIE!” Dustin practically screamed.

Eddie snapped out of his trance and came face to face with Dustin, his hands waving in his face frantically to gain Eddie’s attention.

“Sorry man I was just thinking about…”

“Her..” Dustin finishes.

Eddie scrunched his face up slightly confused but amused none the less. “Yeah how did you know..” he scoffed.

Dustin rolled his eyes. “Seriously? Jesus.. she’s got you under her spell Eddie, it’s so obvious”

“Her, the cherry lipstick.. what’s happening.. i don’t know what to do.. Dustin save me!” He dramatically gasps, acting out a slow death scene.

Dustin giggled at the lovesick puppy before him, holding him and rejoicing in the little ‘play’.

“We must purge the witch, burn her..”

Eddie eyes snapped sternly at Dustin and he jumps up.

“She is not a witch! She is a princess!” Eddie defended you, totally brainwashed and in love, he was only joking but to some extent.

Dustin Cackled lightly, gripping at Eddie’s arms tightly.

“Oh no, her powers are too strong, she’s got you good Eddie”

The boys continue to joke and mess around for a bit until Dustin finally finds it in him to ask Eddie a mature, personal question.

“What are you going to do Eddie?”

Eddie let’s out a deep sigh in defeat, his soft brown eyes glancing at Dustin then into the distance of the cluttered room where hellfire club takes place.

“Just wait until she maybe falls in love with me too.. then we can finally kiss and we can all live happily ever after.. maybe we will adopt you or something.. I don’t know..”

~🍒~

It had been a good couple of months since Eddie found himself completely in love with you and obsessing over your cherry lipstick.. one day was finally that day that you let him have a taste and boy was it amazing.

It was a typical Friday night and Friday night was you and Eddie’s traditional movie night.. all day at school you found yourself obsessing over his bandana hanging out of the left pocket of his skinny jeans, the same way he was obsessing over your lipstick. You knew about the bandana code and what the material meant and you wanted to confront him about it so it became another opportunity to tease and flirt with the metal head. Now here you were in his bedroom, trapped underneath Eddie as he towered over you on the bed, his dark curls cascading over you, along with the warmth of his breath, soft hands and cold rings caressing your skin as his lips lock with yours. His lips were so soft and plump as he sucked at your own lightly before the kiss became more hungry. Butterflies filled your stomach, your heart fluttered in your chest as your lips moved in sync, the kiss was perfect.. unlike any gross and inexperienced interaction you had before. Eddie began to explore your mouth, unable to control himself now, the obsession was real and he couldn’t get enough of you. Your sweet lips was everything he imagined and more and although savouring this moment, he couldn’t wait to kiss you over and over again in time, you were finally his. You and your sweet cherry lipstick.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn imagine #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic

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The boy with the brown eyes

The boy with the bandana

There was a speculation going around about Eddie’s handkerchief/bandana so here’s a cheeky little fic based on it 😈 Warnings: slight mentions of sex and some mild language.

The bandana code

Bandanas of different colors indicated the sexual preferences or practices you wanted and sexual preferences will be partly indicated by the pocket in which the bandana is placed.

Eddie’s bandana

Colour: black Code: S&M

Worn: left side Code: Dominant

~⛓🗝~

His dreamily dark eyes studied the mess on his bed side table. Grains of Tobacco, a collection of cassette tapes and Polaroids of you scattered along the surface but not what he was looking for…

The curly headed Leader of the hellfire club and pending rockstar jumped up from his bed with slight protest, sighing like a stroppy child, unsatisfied with the digital clock that read 7:30am and annoyed at the disappearance of his precious silver rings.

After dragging his feet to the bathroom and back, carrying out his usual morning routine, he began properly preparing himself for school by getting dressed.

His dark curls fall into his face as he bends down in the middle of his stuffy small bedroom, awkwardly reaching for his black denim skinny jeans and pulling them up over his plaid blue boxers. The dark denim material compliments his long figure so well, the material clinging to his hips perfectly and the ragged rips in his jeans gave his look some edge. His hellfire shirt, His most prized possession next to his guitar gets pulled over his head and tucked in nicely before he proceeds to slip on a belt, some chains and his leather jacket followed by his denim one, the one you always like to steal.

Again another huff and a puff like a child. Before he could even check himself out in the mirror to approve how he looked and begin his route to the absolute hell hole that is Hawkins high school, he needed to find his rings.

Scanning the top of his dresser closely he noticed something metal and shiny and no they weren’t his handcuffs.. his silver metal rings, all four of them shining like treasure, enough to make Eddie’s eyes widen and smile with delight.

“Oh you beauties, there you are”

One by one he picked them up to slide the cold metal on each finger carefully, wiggling his fingers afterward to admire them. One in particular captured his attention, it was the one you liked to fiddle with the most when hanging out with Eddie, the one that you said was your favourite and now even more so it was Eddies favourite too.

Along with the rings, the hellfire T-shirt and the electric guitar, you was one of Eddie’s most prized possessions of them all. Even though you weren’t exactly together, Eddie worshiped the ground you walked on.. he would protect you at all costs and do absolutely anything to make you happy. Little did he know he also had that effect on you.

Even though just friends there was clearly something there, the both of you would cause absolute mayhem together, you complimented each other so well, chemistry between the two of you was just unreal and everyone in hellfire could confirm the sexual tension.

On the terms of sexual tension, a certain coloured bandana on a certain side of the back pocket of Eddie’s black skinny jeans didn’t help.

It was the finishing touch to his look… After sliding on the rings and clipping some silver chains onto the buckle loops of his jeans, the metal head reached for the soft material of the bandana in question. He began caressing it, admiring the beautiful patterns before wrapping the material around his knuckles tightly, winding it and unwinding it while thinking of all the naughty things he was eager to try and know that he would enjoy. His eyes wondered to the handcuffs on the dresser, they became dark with desire as he licked his lips.

When you first met Eddie you noticed his bandana instantly. The cheeky, mischievous metal head that captured your attention was known to most girls as the boy with the brown eyes but to you Eddie was the the boy with the bandana. Not many people knew the bandana code, but you being a little experimental and mischievous yourself, knew exactly what that black bit of material on the left side meant. Goddamn that boy with the bandana because it made you all the more interested in the ‘freak’ that was Eddie Munson. Oh he was a freak alright but most people was too innocent or stupid to understand.

You wasn’t sure if Eddie was aware that you noticed his bandana before and if you knew the meaning behind it or not, you both never mentioned it so probably not. In a way you was sort of glad, you liked the not so innocent, innocence of it all.

Eddie snapped out of his sexual trance, realising it was probably time to move his ass and get going before he was late for school. He took one glance at himself in the mirror, stuffing the bandana in his left pocket proudly, a smug little smirk gracing his face.

His look was complete.

…

The classroom was warm, stuffy. It was the middle of summer and you was counting down the days until summer break. You and Eddie had planned a little road trip, excited was an understatement. Eddie munson and road trip in the same sentence just sounded like so much fun.

Speaking of the hellfire devil, you stared at him intently from the back of the classroom with your leg crossed over the other, head lazily resting in the palm of your hand on the desk as you chewed some strawberry flavoured bubble gum. You were hot and bothered and History class was boring. Even more so now that mrs jones had permanently moved Eddie to the font of the class to keep you from ‘distracting’ one another. Listening to Eddie making jokes, flirting and laughing with you at the back of the class every history lesson was not ‘distracting’ it was entertaining and now here you were, bored and lonely.

You continued to stare longingly at Eddie, even though you couldn’t see that gorgeous face of his you still admired him from the the back. His long dark curls trailed down over the patchwork of his denim jacket, he shifted in his seat and you spotted it, that familiar dark piece of material. Your eyes lit up playfully then you squinted as you looked more closely at the bandana that trailed down the back leg of the chair, it was almost brushing the floor.

Mrs Jones’s ramblings about Alexander the Great became faint and almost slurred because all you could focus on was the bandana, you almost forgot about it until now. Eddie wore it everyday and not once had you ever questioned him about it. Again you knew what it meant, you liked what it meant. If only he knew that you did.

The two of you were always flirting maybe you could hint to him about it.. you shifted in your seat in discomfort. A weird feeling of anticipation building in the pit of your stomach as you chewed on your bottom lip. It seemed like an eternity that class dismissal bell was going to ring.

…

Finally the bell had rung, the loud ringing made your heart rattle in your chest, it was your cue to rush out of the hot suffocating room. You brushed passed Eddie avoiding eye contact. You were on a mission. The quick contact of your body brushing past his own sent a wave of happiness and comfort to him then a wave of emptiness when you left, the smell of your sweet perfume fading. Eddie was left slightly confused, almost worried. You were the first to get up out of your chair and go but not once ever leaving Eddie behind, especially without an explanation. You were hand in hand, the first ones out of the class. Together. Always.

You reached your destination.. the girls toilets. Not only somewhere to pee but somewhere to cry, somewhere to reapply makeup or in your case somewhere to gather your racing thoughts of Eddie and his stupid bandana.

You grip the edges of the sink tightly while you take in a deep breath. You focused your eyes on yourself to examine your makeup closely under the bright white lights using it as a way of calming yourself. You began to muster up wether it would be a good idea to flirt with Eddie or not, teasing him innocently… damn right it would be a good idea. You smiled devilishly while you rummaged around in your bag to pull out the cherry lipstick that Eddie once complimented, you once told him that maybe one day he could have a taste. Maybe today would be that day.

One of the toilet doors squeaked open as you applied a lustful layer of lipstick but not once did you avert your attention, even when the person appeared by the side of you and began washing their hands.

“Love that colour!” The random girl commented from beside you.

You smiled back at her through the mirror before rambling…

“Thanks! it’s called cherry and it smells like cherry.. looks the colour of cherries and.. sorry” you laughed getting carried away. You weren’t really this girly.. chatting about lipsticks in girls bathrooms was not your type of thing but strangely you felt nervous, you were rambling on because you were nervous?

The girl batted her eyelashes and shook her head sweetly “it’s fine, most girls won’t even hint on what product they are using when I ask.. just in case I ‘copy’ them” she mocked.

“Pathetic” you laughed then began to show her the lipstick so she could take note of the brand.

“I just want to say that you and Eddie are such a power couple! I see you two around a lot and I think you are both so sweet and cool” she gushed and you couldn’t hide the surprised look on your face.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name and you felt all sorts of feelings.

“You think we are together?” you almost stuttered.

A million thoughts began racing through your mind. Did everyone think you and Eddie was dating? Was you really that close? For now you put all thoughts aside as you still had a mission. Mission bandana.

…

You pursed your lips together, rubbing the smooth silky texture of the satin lipstick into your plump lips as you searched the hallways of rushing teenagers, all making bee lines towards the exit of the school to start the weekend. You couldn’t believe how quick the week had gone by but most of all you couldn’t believe how quick it was to lose Eddie. Where the hell was he?

Even on your tippy toes you couldn’t spot him, then a pair of hands snaked around your waist and a familiar dreamy deep voice broke out into your ear.

“Looking for someone Princess?”

Okay this was why everyone thinks that you were dating.. You get it now.

You blushed deeply, your heart raced as his breath tickled at your skin giving you goosebumps.

“Missed me?” You teased as you twirled around and locked eyes.

His hands fell to your waist and he tightened his grip on you. You loved it when he did this, It was like he owned you and never wanted to let go.

“You left me! I was so lost without you!” he whined as he pulled the most cutest puppy dog face.

“I was gone like two minutes and I needed to use the bathroom” you deadpanned playfully.

You both proceeded to walk wanting to get the hell out of school, so close to each others side that you were bumping into each other and walking almost unsteadily but Eddie’s arm around the small of your back kept you safe and somewhat steady.

“Mine or yours Princess” Eddie spoke as you reached the van. Eddie a metal head but also a gentleman, opened the door for you, holding your hand to help you step in. Friday night was officially your movie night and that was the plan…

You opted with Eddie’s place, a feeling of determination building up as you got closer and closer to the trailer park.

“You okay?” Eddie’s soothing voice filled the silence and his hand gripped your thigh with a light squeeze.

You suddenly let out a knowing giggle. Eddie didn’t need to worry about why you was so quiet.. you was quiet because you kept conjuring out naughty, flirtatious ideas in your head and you started chewing on your bottom lip once again, the bandana, the colour, the meaning, everything.

…

It took a while to settle, Eddie being Eddie was rushing around the place, picking up dirty boxers here, some empty packets of cigarettes there. The angel was gathering up every snack and beverage that you liked and setting up a little blanket den in the corner like he always did on movie night and all you could do was take it all in and admire the gorgeous D&D playing, future rock star.

“Eddie my love…” you smiled.

His sweet innocent eyes shot up to focus on you. He was knelt on the floor trying to get his old tape player to work which had its good days and bad days.

“Need a hand?” You asked unsure on what to say to begin with.

“No I got it sweetheart..”

“Are you suurree..”

You wondered over to him slowly, your eyes fixating on the black material that was waving about in his back pocket while he punched and rattled the tape player profoundly.

You bend over him but he was too detracted to get the tape player to work to be concerned about what you was doing until you reached for the bandana, swiftly tearing it out of his back pocket effortlessly. You straitened up and began waving it around delicately as if preforming some creative dance and you began to giggle feeling somewhat satisfied that you now have the ‘sexual’ statement piece of clothing that Eddie was unaware that you was aware of, in your hands.

Eddie noticed the material dancing through the air while the swift motion sent a slight cool breeze his way. He snapped his head up, his eyes widen slightly at the sight of you messing with the bandana but unsure of what to think so he just tilted his head and watched you curiously.

“Fixed it yet? You mindless asked. You continued to play with the fabric innocently.

Eddie was so confused in this moment, you’ve taken his denim jacket before, messed with his rings but not once have you ever stole his bandana out of his pocket.

He began to blush slightly, his cheeks heating up as his body temperature rises.. you had no idea how cute and innocent you looked messing with something of his that was so unbelievable daring and naughty.. if only you knew the meaning behind it, a part of him really wish you did.

You studied it with curious eyes, trying to hide a playful smirk. All Eddie could do was watch you closely, he started to feel a bit nervous.

“I love all the rings and chains but I love seeing you wear this” you smiled.

Eddie chuckled then stood up to get closer to you, taking the material from your hands.

He looked you dead in the eyes and a sudden thick tension filled the air but you couldn’t put a finger on it. Either way you were enjoying this little moment.

“You do?” He questioned, searching your eyes. His eyes were dark, darker then normal right now and a certain desire ran through your veins.

You nod with a knowing smile, a mischievous look on your face..

Eddie was shocked to find he was almost sweating.. why was he sweating. When you began circling around him that didn’t help the situation either.

You slowly walked around Eddie seductively, almost intimidating him if you weren’t so sexy before snatching the bandana back from him. You stopped in your tracks, centred with Eddie in his room and the silence was warm, welcoming as you began to slowly brush the delicate material down the side of Eddie’s cheek softly.

His tummy fluttered, what was happening right now he had no idea but he too was enjoying this little moment.

“Why do you wear this in your back pocket?” You asked innocently, you were teasing him so bad.

“Well do you know what it means?…”

He was fixated and very stern on hearing your answer, his dark eyes still heavy on you.

You stepped in front of him, reaching behind to slip the bandana slowly and carefully back into his left pocket.

Your delicate touch lingered sending Eddie shivers, the boy with the bandana wanted nothing more then to just grab you and kiss you so badly and finally have a taste of that sweet cherry lipstick of yours..

You wouldn’t even be able to give him the chance anyway because you wondered off over to his dresser, carefully eyeing up the shiny object that captured your curiosity and interest weeks ago as well as the bandana…

“Does it have something to do with these?…”

Eddie watched you carefully.. rattling of metal chains could be heard and then there you were, right in front of him holding up the silver pair of hand cuffs, balancing them on your forefinger.. you raised your eyebrows as you swayed them teasingly on the tip of your finger and you eyed him up suspiciously.

His lips finally broke into a devilish smirk. He studied you deeply once more with his dark chocolate eyes but they were now dusted over with lust. This time butterflies began to fill in the pit of your own stomach.

“Eddie Munson you absolute freak” you giggled flirtatiously as you shook your head in disbelief.

Finally the cat was out of the bag and well.. so was the handcuffs.

He chuckled deeply, some form of relief washed over you both and it felt amazing. Suddenly you were glad that you both knew about the whole bandana thing and that it was out in the open now.. to the point where Eddie jumped over to you like an excited puppy, scooped you up and literally tackled you to the bed.

“Woah slow down munson, this is all so new to me” you teased..

“Also I think everyone in school thinks we are a couple” you blurted out with a gasp.. oh no.. was you rambling on out of nerves again?

“A couple of freaks maybe.. but an actually couple.. can we please make that happen?” He practically begged you, his gorgeous puppy dog eyes making it difficult to say no, not like you would say no anyway.

“Eddie my love..” you trailed on as the tips of your fingers danced along the skin of his cheek bones and over his lips. You studied his flawless face closely absolutely in awe of him. Eddie was beautiful.

His brown eyes began to search your own.. once again he waited with deep anticipation for your answer but the silly metal head should already know the answer.

The light touch of your hands trailed behind his neck, pushing ever so softly as an indication.. Eddie already got the hint as he bowed his head lower, your lips almost touching.

Finally Eddie would get to taste your cherry lipstick...

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic

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ijustwanttobegolden · 2 years

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Halloween movie night with Eddie Munson 🍿❤️

Summary: Your metal head angel boyfriend Eddie Munson wants to have a movie night on the best night of the the year (Halloween) but you promised Robin you would go to a Halloween party… it turns into a very eventful night before you can settle for a movie.

Includes; ❤️ Eddie drooling over you in your racy devil outfit ❤️ Lots of Puppy dog eyes ❤️ Dancing to The Clash with Eddie ❤️ A protective Eddie Munson ❤️ A drunk Robin and Steve ❤️ Trick or treating with Dustin and a very cute fluffy ending ❤️

Warnings; slight mentions of alcohol and mild swearing, slight mentions of a serial killer? lots of fluff!

Authors note; It’s not Halloween yet but it came early in my imagination, thought this was really a cute idea. I was going to make it into parts but crammed it all into one. Enjoy! And if you have any ideas or requests, send them in! ❤️

Halloween movie night with Eddie Munson ❤️

Eddie’s deep brown eyes studied you as you twisted and twirled in front of your full length mirror. Polaroids of memories, band logos and magazine cutouts cluttered the edges of the mirror but still left enough reflection in the middle to see your figure clad in a red dress, your arms nice and snug in shiny red vinyl gloves and your lips coated in a bold rebellious red lipstick to match. From the corner of your eye Eddie was practically drooling as he sat on the edge of your bed continuing to stare while you began to apply the last layer of lipstick.. you did one more outfit check, twisting to get a good view of your bum which Eddie would happily confirm looks extremely good in that fiery little dress.

“Looking good princess”

You devilishly smirked. No pun intended. Spinning to face the gorgeous metal head that was your boyfriend Eddie Munson.

“I do? It’s not too much? The red gloves.. the lipstick..”

He shakes his head in disbelief at how gorgeous you are but also at how silly you are. He snorts, snorts at how you always second guess yourself way too much.

You’re about to fiddle with the devil horns, making sure the headband is secure and perfectly in place on top of your head when Eddie jumps up and reaches out to adjust them for you.

He towers over you, the warmth of his breath blowing onto your face and you inhale it all deeply, completely obsessed with him. You study his flawless face, his pale smooth skin, dark eyes and dark curls framing his angelic face. Eddie was breathtaking.. His chocolate eyes never leaves yours as he continues fiddling with the headband but he’s doing it out of nerves now, his fingers slightly shaking.

“Are you okay?” You question more then too quickly.. you always sensed when something is wrong with Eddie and now his face says it all while his expression scrunches into a concerned yet questionable gaze.

He was in a trance for a moment, as if deep in thought then snapped like a twig, almost making you jump.

“Uhhh yeah, yeah! Everything is fine sweetheart”

His eyes bore into your own with concentration while his hands drop to tuck strands of soft hair behind your ears but of course you’re not convinced.

You reach with your right hand to grab his wrist gently and give it a light squeeze to capture more of his attention as if you couldn’t stare into his eyes deeply enough.

“Eds? Really?”

His concerned gaze appears again but then his features soften which makes you feel somewhat relieved.

“Oh you are so precious!” He beamed before wriggling his wrist from your grip and capturing your hand in his.

You stare at him remotely confused for a moment but laugh along with him no doubt.

“You don’t miss a thing do you sweetheart? Honestly.. I’m good! It’s just… well I guess I’m just a little bummed that you are going to some frat Halloween party instead of spending the best night of the year with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, the love of your life!” He chuckled out before planting a kiss to your vinyl clad hand.

An imaginary crack ran through the middle of your heart, I say imaginary.. you could almost feel it and although Eddie was only joking you felt awful. You swayed with him for a little bit, playing with the tips of his hair until you remembered that robin made you promise ages ago that you would go to this Halloween party with her and Steve. It was Robins idea for the two of you to pair up, of course she would be the angel… and here you was stood in some racy little devil costume.. you couldn’t let her down now.

Your thoughts eventually faded and you found yourself back in the comfort of your small bedroom and stood in Eddies arms. His deeply heartwarming gaze still concentrated on you while you prepared to do what only Eddie could do best… the puppy dog eyes.

“Come to the party with me… Steve will be there and you two are practically besties now” you pouted.

No response.

“…pleeeeeaaaassseeeeee”

Queue another attempt at the puppy dog eyes.

Eddie rolled his eyes then chuckled full of amusement.

“Oh sweetie, hell no!”

You stamped your foot in a little playful protest but knew you wouldn’t have to argue with him for much longer. Throwing your arms around him gave you more leverage to whisper in his ear teasingly.

“Well guess I’m going to have to fight off all the douche bags who want a little bit of this horny little devil… with a dress like this there’s no way I’m not going to pull…”

You felt Eddies posture tense causing you to giggle.. little did you know his eyes were wide with the realisation that indeed there will be guys all over you, especially in that little red dress. It was one thing you going to a stupid little frat costume party.. but to be going in that skimpy little outfit was another.

“Oh i don’t think so..” he blurts out pulling away from you.

“Changed your mind?” You retort.

Giggles of victory escaped your sweet red lips as his cheeks flushed with heat and he shook his head holding back a mischievous grin.

“You will literally be the death of me princess”

…

The closer you got to the house, the tighter Eddie would squeeze your hand. He trailed behind as you strutted away in front, more in a rush to get inside from the cold then anything. Now and again you squeezed his hand back in reassurance knowing fully well he hated social situations like these.. especially parties filled with popular kids at school. Every so often He would let his anxiety slip away by focusing his attention on your bare legs, your dress clinging to all the right places and those sexy red Vinyl gloves, how did he get so lucky? Though soon anxieties slowly start to creep in again, him being ‘the freak’ and you wearing that dress.. how many guys will he end up getting into fights with?…

Suddenly he starts to question everything, pulling you to a standstill.

“Are sure about this? Can we not just hang out at the movies or watch horror films at mine? Maybe take Dustin out trick or treating or something? I did say I would take him”

You freeze in your position too worried to turn around in case you get caught up in those puppy dog eyes.. you know he’s definitely pulling them right now but still you hesitantly turn slowly.

“I’m sorry it’s just…”

You get cut off, a familiar strong grip has you pulled tight against them, the rings on each finger.. every cold bit of metal can be felt through the thin material of your red dress. The familiar smell of aftershave and smoke fill your senses as a pair of soft lips suck gently on your own, clearly unbothered by collecting red lipstick stains.

You melt into his kiss, it’s like he hypnotises you and your knees give way every time, so much so you have no choice but to wrap your arms around his neck otherwise you’ll collapse.

“Eddie”

You pull away.. breathless and dazed by the kiss, you’ve even forgot about the cold.

“Y/n”

“Eddie” you repeat back breathlessly.

“Y/n… Princess”

His dark eyes, now darker then ever being out in the night searches your own.

For a moment you wanted to cave in but stopped him before he could even speak.

“Save it Munson.. the puppy dog eyes.. the kissing.. it’s not going to work on me right now.. I made a promise to Robin that I was going to this party and to this party I shall go”

“Okaaaayyy fine!” He sulked.

You made a mental note that you would reward Eddie later for being such a good a boyfriend although half of the reason he was coming to this party was out of protectiveness.

You finally reached the house, blue Monday was blaring from some speakers, people dancing and cheering along while the colourful lights flashed and there was a poor attempt at some Halloween decorating.

Yet again Eddie began squeezing your hand but so tightly it almost hurt this time.. you barley made it through the front door. Of course you turn on your heels, your hair swaying like some hair advert and you focus your glimmering eyes on your sweet pure angel of a boyfriend.

His eyes soak up how beautiful you look right now and again the anxiety dies down a little, especially when you say…

“It’s okay Ed, we’ll just quickly say hi to Robin and Steve, grab a quick beer and go, okay? I’m not that cruel” you laugh. “plus I’d rather be spending this night with you, snuggled up watching horror movies”

You both exchange warm reassuring smiles before Eddie pulls you into him, a hug that almost squeezes you half to death.

“Okay, okay!” You gasp with a Giggle.

Eddie nuzzles his face into your neck lovingly like an excited puppy while you continue to giggle, his dark curls tickling your skin.

“Okay Eddie” you laugh, tears trickling in the corners of your eyes.

He just grips you tighter as if he couldn’t pull you any closer into him and plants kisses to your neck.

“Eww get a room” a party goer comments as they brush past you to enter the party.

Not fazed you continue to Laugh completely helpless from Eddie attacking you with nose nuzzles and kisses.

“Okay that’s enough!”

Eddies menacing chuckles rumble through you until he releases you from his grip, the warmth of him fading.

“Actually no come back” you pouted.

He grips you by the hips to twirl you around, pushing you lightly further through the door and into the crowded house.

“Come on princess, it’s party time” he smiled.

Now you were the stroppy child.

As you made your way though the crowd, your destination being the kitchen to grab a beer, Eddies hands would not leave your hips.

His deep dark eyes scanned the groups of rowdy teenagers in an attempt to find either robin or Steve, his height being an advantage. You on the other hand couldn’t see above anyone so Eddie had the duty of helping you find them and he instantly spots them as you reach the kitchen.

“Oh dear… abort mission” Eddie teased with a smile.

“Why what’s up”

You wobbled on your tippy toes to take a look in the direction of his watchful eyes, almost stepping on his white trainers in the process.

He chuckled at your attempt, straining your neck to look over everyone to see what he was looking at until he snakes his arms around your waist.

“Need a lift sweetheart?”

His arms begin to tighten around your waist as he lifts you up to get a clear view.

Instantly you spot two familiar faces, both in hysterics over something and barley holding their beer bottles as the contents spill out. They were drunk, both swaying into one another, tears rolling down their cheeks.

“Robin! Steve!” You call. You instantly capture their attention.

Eddie slowly puts you down and you push through the crowd to get to them.

“Jeez how many have you two had” you laugh as you approach them and they pull you into a drunken group hug.

“I could get drunk just by the smell of you” you coughed, eyes watering as the strong smell of alcohol radiated off of them.

All they could do was reply in laughter releasing you from the hug.

“Hey you brought Munson!” They both beamed in unison. “How di.. did you get him to come?” Robin smiled lazily, ending her sentence with a hiccup.

You giggled at the state of her while reaching to straighten the halo on top of her head.

“I was going to say the same thing but uhhh” Steve looks you up and down.. “I can see now”

“Oh wow yeah! Look at you!” Robin gasped, wriggling her eyebrows.

You roll your eyes with blushed cheeks.

Eddie wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder to study your two drunken friends before you.

“So seems like you two are having a good time” he chuckled. His warm breath tickling at the skin of your collarbones and chest.

Again they responded with drunken laughs and giggles only for you and Eddie to roll your eyes in sync.

“Think it’s time for them to go to bed” you commented with a cheeky grin.

“No no no no! We haven’t even danced yet!” Robin mopped like a child. She attempted to pull you by the hand but your feet glued themselves firmly to the ground, hesitant to leave Eddie and not being in any sort of hyped up mood to dance yet.

“I’m not going anywhere yet honey, not until you get me and Ed’s a drink” you motioned.

“I’ll get you a drink but your dancing with me, right now” she protested firmly.

Eddie slips himself beside Steve, the two of them watching as Robin pulls you towards a group of people dancing. She magically slips a beer bottle into your hand out of nowhere and you giggle as she comments on your outfit once more..

“Wow! you look sooo sexy… poor Eddie” she laughs.

A mischievous giggle escapes your lips as you start to move with robin, she holds onto your waist for support and Eddie soaks up the sight.. even though just an innocent act he shifts uncomfortably on the spot, he doesn’t like anyone touching you.

As if Robin is a mind reader she leans in closer to you, putting on a show by whispering ‘seductively’ in your ear.

“Don’t look but Eddies watching you like a hawk.. you’ve really got him whipped for you haven’t you.. could only imagine what he would be like if this was a guy holding you and whispering to you right now”

She sneakily glances at him knowingly until he catches on that’s she’s teasing him. His eyes soften and he chuckles in disbelief shaking his head at her.

“She’s annoying isn’t she” Steve’s speaks out practically leaning into Eddie.

“Touché to that” Eddie confirms, clinking his beer bottle with Steve’s.

You continued to dance while Eddie continued with his watchful eyes but more or less still engaging with Steve, Eddie was always so good at paying attention and interest when interacting with others even though all he could constantly think about and care about was you. Surprisingly Eddie found himself more relaxed by the minute thanks to Steve who was chatting his ear off about random things and the occasional rant about Dustin Henderson and the babysitting duties that came with him.

You swayed your hips, you laughed uncontrollably, you and Robin jokingly flirted a little bit, both of you stood out of the crowd in your couples costumes. The angel and devil of the party lit up the room, of course you were beginning to attract some attention.

“Sorry I only date girls” Robin blurted out, cutting off some guy trying his best to gain her attention.

Your eyes widened in shock at what she said, knowing she still wasn’t 100 percent about coming out yet, the alcohol letting it slip without her realising or giving a shit.

“Robin…”

She laughed it off “hey it’s all good!”

“Hey she’s not interested back off!”

You twirled around to see who she was yelling at.. it was some laundry basket player and you cringed as you realised it was the same guy who attempted to dance with you five minutes ago..

“You should probably step away” you warned, the slightest dread in your voice as you scrunched your face up with a worried expression.

“And why should I do that? one dance and maybe I’ll leave you alone” he tested. Robin scoffed from behind you. The boy loved himself, thinking he was the shit, thinking he could just have his way with you.. he gripped your hips to pull you towards him.

Robin would of easily jumped to your defence but she held back as she noticed a dark haired, dark eyed boy trailing up from behind the douche bag, it was Eddie.

“Are you okay sweetheart? This guy giving you trouble?” His deep raspy voice filled you with a sense of relief but also a sense of dread.. please don’t kill him..

“No, we’re good, he was just trying to get past”

obviously that wasn’t the case but you inhaled and exhaled calmly, Eddie catching on that you didn’t want any trouble and that you was fine.

you looked the guy dead in the eyes, a final warning but the uptight douche bag wouldn’t let you go.

“Would you mind taking your hands of my girl” Eddie spoke sternly.

“Is that Eddie the freak Munson?”

He twists around finally letting go of you only to his surprise that it is indeed Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson standing right in front of him. His eyes widen with surprise and he cackles.

“Well damn it is! That gorgeous thing behind me is your girl freak?”

Eddie scrunches his face, His fists clench until his knuckles turn white.

“Well she just told me to tell you not to wait up for her, she’s coming home with me tonight” he jokes acting all cocky.

“Hey, shut up!” You came to your own defence, nudging him harshly in the back. That only worsened the situation when he stumbled forward and into Eddie.

“Oops” Robin laughed from behind you, you raised your hands to cover your mouth.

“Oh no” you squeaked.

Eddie caught the guy as he stumbled forward, bundles of material of the guys white t-shirt in the grasp of Eddies hands, his metal rings looking ever so intimidating close to the douche bags face.

“Woah whoah, Eddie” a voice calls out, It was Steve’s and he was reaching out from behind Eddie to rest a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

For a moment you were relieved that Steve was there to support Eddie, potentially calm him and the situation until he spoke..

“Don’t worry Eddie, I’m with you on this one buddy”

Both you and Robin rolled your eyes and like the telepathic friends you are, in one Swift motion…

“Hey douche!” Robin called, tugging the guy out of Eddies grip and pushing him away into the crowed, you took a step between them and took Eddies hands to place them on your hips before you brought your own up to cup his face. Instantly he melted into your touch.

“Are you okay?” You question him, searching his face. Worry and guilt built up in the pit of your stomach as you wondered if this party was even a good idea.

“I’m okay princess.. you good?” The metal head angel was more concerned about you.

You nod your head and begin to laugh at how pathetic you both are sometimes, you throw your arms around him and he chuckles out as Robin mocks Steve.

“Don’t worry Eddie baby, I got your back baby” she teases.

“Hey not once did I say baby” he complains taking a swig of his beer but fails to contain his laughter because her imitation was pretty funny.

You all break out in laughter, forming some sort of circle in the centre of the room. It’s like no one could touch you now, you were all on a different level to everyone else and by chance one of you and Eddie’s favourite songs began blaring out.

“Oh is this rock the casbah by the clash?” Robin screams excitedly.

You confirm with a nod letting the music take over your body, Steve and Eddie head banging by each side of you.

“Okay is that a yes or are nodding your head along to the music too” she asks you playfully.

“Both” you laugh.

As soon as the chorus kicks in Eddie takes your hands and whisks you around the room.. your jumping, singing, head banging, twisting and twirling and within that moment Steve and Robin are amazed at you both, almost feeling envious.

“I want what they have” Robin sighs in awe.

The two of you were so lost in each other having too much of a good time to even notice your friends watching you, how crazy you both look but how perfect you are together. Not many understood your relationship but anyone watching you right now would soon realise how your compatibility is unmatched.

You were becoming breathless, puffing and panting from all the crazy dancing, and unable to breathe from all the laughing. Eddies eyes lit up, a playful look on his face as he gripped your waist to spin you around with him once more.

“Eddie stop, I’m going to be sick” you giggled, a hiccup to finish off the sentence.

This only made him spin you again but faster this time.

“Eddddiiieeeee”

Suddenly one slippery step on some spilt alcohol on the floor and you were slipping right underneath each other.. Eddie instantly brings a hand up behind your head and the other around your back to some what protect you and with a thud, your butt hits the cold floor as Eddie tries to hold himself up off the ground as to not crush you.

“Oh my god that was hilarious!” Robin chants, she runs over to you both, grabbing hold of Eddies denim clad torso to help him up as he pulls you up along with him.

“Oops my bad, might of been my fault, I’ve been spilling my beer all night” Steve speaks up embarrassed.

“Oh shut up silly” you laugh as you pat your dress down and notice your butt is wet from where you fell on said beer.

“Guess this is our queue to leave” you continue to laugh ignoring the slightly uncomfortable feeling of your cold damp dress.

“Awwww” Robin pouted like a child. “Please don’t leave”

You offered her open arms and she didn’t hesitate, squeezing you into a deadly tight hug.

“What is up with you and Eddie trying to squeeze me half to death” you coughed.

Eddie chuckled warmly, the sight of you being hugged and loved by your friends made him happy.

“Next time I’ll be the devil and you’ll be the angel” she spoke, letting you go.

“There won’t be a next time” you joked.

Eddie playful fist pumped the air behind you while Steve laughed.

You couldn’t say your goodbyes quick enough, Eddie was desperate to get you home and finally have you alone all to himself.

…

“Hhhmmmm.. rock the casbah.. rock the casbah”

You were tipsy, mumbling the tune and lyrics to yourself as you stumbled into your bedroom. Eddie holding his arms out behind you in case you fell. You began ripping one glove off throwing it back for Eddie to catch before It collided with his face then the other..

“Rock the casbah..”

“Ummm.. Princess..”

You continue to mumble the tune.

“Hmmm.. rock the… casb..”

“Princess” Eddie repeated but it was more of a warning this time.

Before you started peeling off your dress you looked up to notice a dark figure sitting at the end of your bed.

You squinted your eyes before Eddie switched on the lamp knowingly and you shrieked with fright, the colour draining from your face.

“Trick or treat!!!” The figure shouted, voice muffled behind a monster mask.

You recognised the voice from anywhere but you still jump back into Eddies arms, his body shaking with laughter.

“Oh my god! Dustin!!!” You yell as you gripped onto Eddie for dear life.

“Sorry didn’t mean to scare you” he chuckles sarcastically.

“You little shit! What are you doing here”

“Eddie said we could go trick or treating..”

You turn and face Eddie confused and he just looks at you with innocent eyes.

“But it’s late.. we’ve just been to a party..” you stutter.

“Wait…” Dustin blinks his eyes in disbelief…“Eddie. Eddie Munson has just been to a party..”

“Hey, how did you even get into my room, how long have you been waiting here” you question him.

“Ummm.. not long, about an hour.. and the window…”

You’re stood there speechless while Dustin continues to ramble on.

“You know you really shouldn’t leave your window open at night, and of all nights… Halloween night! Really y/n! You should know better! haven’t you heard of Richard Ramirez…”

There was a long pause as you stood there clueless.

“…the night stalker”

You’re dumbfounded.

“Oh jeez!” He sighs in defeat.

“Kinda looks like Eddie” he jokes and he glances at his hellfire club leader with a goofy smile.

You exchange glances between them.

“Well I wouldn’t mind him breaking in then” you deadpanned.

“Well anyway, the night is still young and they are probably giving out the last of the best candy so let’s go”

You quickly jump into your closet switching on the light to quickly change into something clean and warm.. a pair of leggings, one of Eddies oversized hoodies which you’ve purposely left unwashed because it smells like him and some thick sporty socks and converse.

You can hear conversation striking between the pair as you awkwardly bend to tie the laces of your converse before tragically falling out of your closet and onto the small space of your bedroom floor.

Dustin is somewhat horrified and confused while Eddie goofily snorts. A beaming smile of amusement lit up his face.

“She’s a bit tipsy” he states.

“You don’t say...”

“I am not!” You protest, trying your best to pull yourself up, the room was spinning slightly.. maybe you would sober up before your movie with Eddie after you steal some of Dustin’s Halloween candy during your little adventure trick or treating.

…

You all step out into the cold night but Eddie’s hoodie and his arm around your shoulders was enough to keep you warm.

“Okay we need to make this quick, we have a movie night planned Henderson” Eddie spoke.

“Oh cool can I join!” He cheerfully asks.

“No” you both answer firmly, desperate for some alone time.

“Oh jeez okay.. you two can be so mean sometimes”

Eddie dramatically presses his hand to his heart, a look of pretend hurt on his face.

“Are you serious Henderson? Are we not taking you trick or treating right now” you yelled at him sarcastically.

“I know, I know! I love you really guys!” He smiled.

You all began trailing off down the street, dustin’s bag already half full of candy and you glimpse at it every so often.. this doesn’t go unnoticed, Dustin doesn’t miss a thing.

“Eyes off the prize y/n” Dustin warns, glaring at you for a second.

Eddie spits out a laugh, he knows fully well you’ll be getting those sweets at some point of the night.

“I was just looking at the colours on the bag.. pretty” you lied innocently.

“Not as pretty as you” Eddie commented, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

You blushed, craving the warmth of his lips, not just on to your cheek but on every single part of your body.

You peered at him to focus on his features for a moment, his brown playful eyes glistening in the moonlight, his cute dimples as he smiled, those soft plump lips.

“Kiss me again” you beamed.

Without hesitation he planted another quick kiss to your cheek and dropped his arm from your shoulders to hold your hand in his.

“You two are so sickly sweet sometimes, makes me want to cry” Dustin comments dramatically.

Deep down Dustin has always been your biggest fan and his two favourite people together makes him extremely happy, which he isn’t afraid to admit sometimes.

“Okay go do your thing kid…” Eddie cheers on, ushering Dustin towards the first door.

“I get what Steve means now by baby sitting duty” Eddie sighs but none the less glad he’s taking Dustin out trick or treating, able to make sure he’s safe and that he gets home safe.

“Awww they just love you” You smiled, rubbing Eddies arm while he looks on at Dustin in the distance like a proud dad. “It’s sweet” you say.

He smiles warmly and looks at you with love in his eyes “they love you too”.

Your heart fills with joy knowing that all of you are just one big family…You, Eddie, Steve, Robin, Nancy and all the younger ones. One big happy family.

“Guys! Look what I just bagged!” Dustin shouts running up to you both.

You peer into the open bag along with Eddie.. large packets of skittles, Hershey’s cookies and cream chocolate bars and chewy wham bars. Your eyes light up.. without realising as if you were possessed, your hand reaches slowly towards the bag, an imaginary beam of light shining from it.

“Uh uh, I don’t think so” Dustin yells, shutting the bag tightly, the ray of light disappearing with the goods. He playful swats your hand away and it finds its way back into Eddies.

A look of offence washes over your face.

“I’m never sharing my sour gummies with you ever again!” You snapped playfully but still slightly offended.

“Wait she shares her sour gummies with you? she never shares her sour gummies with me” Eddie complains in shock.

Dustin looks at him smugly but then begins to rant “only in exchange for information”

Eddie looks between the both of you, one of his eyebrows raises in question.

“What information…”

You glare at Dustin, mentally threatening him and he senses it.

He looks between the both of you, torn between his two favourite people but Eddie is just so scary sometimes.

“Ummm information such as.. what things you say to us about y/n.. umm your plans.. secrets.. feelings.. anything really…”

“Dustin!” You cried.

“How sneaky of you! Both of you!” Eddie gasps. “Y/n! How dare you blackmail..”

“Guys stop! I don’t like it when mum and dad fight” he pleads jokingly.

You both hold in a laugh, eye contact galore and Dustin just stares at you both confused for a moment.

“Okay are you two having like a little moment right now, if so.. good, I’m glad you’ve made up but can we hurry up and move on to the next house now…”

You both grab at Dustin cheeks, pinching them playfully before wondering down the sidewalk to the next house. He rolls his eyes but breaths out a sigh of relief.

…

Eventually you were back home, after you made sure Dustin got home safely first of course.

“Finally!” You breathe, sinking into your couch and slipping your converse off and throwing them aside.

Although sobered up now, you began drifting in out of sleep, no sign of Eddie anywhere for a moment but you could hear the presence of him. First scrambling around in the kitchen, then up the stairs, then flicking through your video collection..

“What are you doing munson?” You question sleepily.

“So you’re awake then princess?”

His voice seemed close but you wasn’t sure where he was in the room.

“Just about” you yawned.

He chuckles softly “it’s been a busy night”.

You smile softly, little did you know Eddie stood admiring you and how cute you looked when you were sleepy.

“Are you ready for our movie? It’s cool if you’re too tired sweetheart, there’s always tomorrow night I guess..” he scratches the back of his head.

You jolt up, almost scaring Eddie half to death. You mentally slap yourself awake, there was no way you was going to let Eddie down, you two planned to have a movie night and a movie night you shall have!

“No I’m awake! I’m awake!” You jumped, your eyes adjusting to the bright light of the living room.

“There’s just one thing…”

Eddie concentrates on you, his dreamy eyes melting into your own waiting for you to continue.

“Can you carry me upstairs?”

For the last time tonight you attempt Eddies famous puppy dog eyes but you don’t even have to try to convince him.

“Of course my love, anything for you sweetheart, it will be an honour to carry you” and he bows down playfully.

He scoops you up from the sofa effortlessly but pulls you a questionable expression as something ruffles around in the pocket of his oversized hoodie that your wearing.

You reach your hand into the pocket and magically pull out two packets of skittles and the Hershey’s cookies and cream chocolate bars that were in Dustin’s trick or treat bag.

Eddies eyes widen and he pretends to do a double take making you laugh hysterically.. looking around you warily before whispering..

“you’ve committed a terrible crime Princess, you could go to jail!”

It didn’t take him long to break character…

“I knew you would get your mitts on those sweets one way or another, Dustin is going to kill you!” He chuckles almost dropping you. You hold onto him tighter and he presses a long lingering kiss to your cheek before making his way upstairs with you.

As he entered the room your eyes widened in shock, tears threatening to spill. “Eddie…”

He lowers you down onto the bed and you sit up to take everything in…

Fairy lights.. candles.. bowls and bowls of popcorn.. piles of fluffy blankets and pillows stacked up to make a forte in front of your tv.. a collection of horror movies to choose from laid out on the floor.

“Eddie this is perfect! Is this what you was doing while I was napping on the sofa?”

He nodded with a beaming smile.. slipping off his denim jacket then twisting his rings between his finger tips nervously.

“You are so sweet Eddie Munson, this is so sweet!” You cried, placing a hand to your heart.

“Anything for you sweetheart, would you mind finally cuddling with me for the rest of the night?” He questions softly.

“As long as you promise to stay the night.. I don’t do horror movies” you laugh nervously.

“You don’t have to ask me twice sweetheart, of course I’ll stay the night” a satisfied smile sitting smugly on his face, his dimples sending you butterflies.

You finally got round to choosing a movie and finally you were snuggled up to your favourite person safe and sound in your blanket forte. Eddie held you as close to him as possible, breathing you in. You could barley watch the film, too distracted by the comfort of Eddie, his smell, his soft skin, his tattoos and when you did pay attention it was too scary or gory for you to look anyway so you buried your face into his chest as he chuckled softly beneath you.

“It’s okay princess”

His soft voice reassuring you every so often.

Though Eddie couldn’t help but unleash his playful side now and again and would tease you by tapping your shoulder or saying that the ‘serial killer was coming’ shaking you playfully.

The way you would react would encourage him more because he loved the way you would playfully hit him or cuddle into him, nuzzling your face into his neck and wrapping your legs tightly around him.

He began to run his fingers through your locks of hair, noticing how you was slowly drifting into sleep.

“Goodnight princess” he whispers, placing a delicate kiss to your forehead but your eyes suddenly shoot open.

“Umm Eddie… did we shut the window?”

Eddie chuckles, planting more kisses to your forehead.

“It’s okay princess, we’re safe” he smiles sleepily.

You couldn’t feel any more safer sleeping in Eddies arms anyway… best Halloween movie night, ever.

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❝𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ; 𝒔𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏❞

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⤿ requested by @ijustwanttobegolden (thank you!) : becoming best friends on set turns into liking each other more than just friends but what happens when other people's opinions settle in?

⤿ note : happy birthday, @ijustwanttobegolden! i hope you have a wonderful day filled with joy and all the best! i hope you enjoy my gift for you 🥰

warnings : some angst, fluff, the aftermath of a breakup (not with seb), mentions of worsened mental health

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"Hi, so my question is for Y/N." The fan stood up and you turned to her, waiting for her question. "Since we know Bucky and your character are very close romantically and we can see that chemistry off-screen with you and Sebastian, do you feel like this relationship can turn real?"

Sebastian looked at you, his heart racing in his chest before you giggled. It made him relax and turn his focus back to the question.

"Well, you know me and Seb are really good friends like we do everything together. And by everything, I mean everything! From dinners to whatever, we do all that but I have never thought about turning this friendship into something else. Honestly, I don't want to ruin our friendship!" You answered honestly or at least honestly to the point of what you could share from your personal life and real feelings.

The truth was that you liked Sebastian more than just a friend, you knew his feelings for you are the same. However, there was that barrier making you both self-conscious. It was an age gap of 10 years. Both of you understood the responses you would get if you ever got together so you decided to never commit to each other intimately.

"I want to ask you, Sebastian... How does a day with Y/N on set feel like?" The teenager went on with his question.

"You know it's amazing guys. I wish you all could know her, outside those interviews or off-camera. She is just the sweetest person I have ever met and she just brings that vibe with her, you know. Every time I go on set and know that she will be there, it automatically makes the hardest scenes soo much better!" Sebastian turned his gaze to you, smiling at you with a brush threatening to spill over his cheeks.

"Awwh that's soo nice of you to say!" You made puppy eyes and turned to the crowd. "I wish you all could know Sebastian in real life too. He is just... The best!" You exclaimed at the last word and the crowd cheered.

After this Comic-Con, everything changed. It was the last stop of the press tour and no matter how bad you wanted to say in New York, your heart said otherwise. You were born to travel, you couldn't stay in one place for more than a week so you exchanged your goodbyes with Sebastian.

"Text me if you ever have time!" Sebastian chuckled as he hugged you tight for goodbye.

"I will try but don't forget you can also do that!" Your laughed and held his hands.

"Well, I have two projects to work on so we will see! Have a great time, Y/N! It was a pleasure working with you all this time!" He softly spoke.

"See you soon, Seb! Take care of yourself!" You replied and finally, both of you walked down on your own.

Little did you know this was going to be your last interaction for a whole year and during this year a lot of things had happened.

A few months after you started working on your new project Sebastian was having a day off with Anthony.

"She is fucking dating Dylan O'Brien, I can't believe that!" Sebastian suddenly snapped while looking at this phone.

"Woah, wait, who the hell is Dylan O'Brien?" Anthony asked confused.

"Seriously Anthony... The guy from Maze Runner, Teen Wolf, that video from the Taylor Swift song where they play together. This guy!" He turned his phone to Anthony to show him the photo, which was leaking over the internet taken by the paparazzi while you were holding hands with Dylan.

"And with what this guy is better than you? You are in fucking Marvel!" Anthony declared.

"He is 10 years younger that's why! We have barely talked about it before but we just both felt like 10 years age gap is a lot and people would start talking." Sebastian signed, locking his phone and throwing it on the couch.

"It doesn't matter! You like her, she liked you and probably still do then what's the problem!" His friend protested.

"The problem is that it's already too late to try again!" Sebastian sank even further into the couch, none of them daring to rise the theme about your relationship again.

"So, Y/N, honestly I really thought there was something between you and Sebastian... and now seeing you with Dylan it makes me think... What happened?" A fan questioned but your smile faded as soon as Sebastian's name fell off her lips.

"Um, as I have said before we are just friends so you can't say there was something between us." You lied.

"Another question for Y/N." A blonde girl announced and continued with her question. "How does it feel to date Dylan O'Brien?"

"It feels good... Um, we are having lots of fun and stuff. You know, the usual couple things." You forced yourself to smile.

That's when people realized that there was 100% something between you and your co-star Sebastian Stan which was still haunting you.

A few more months passed and Sebastian found himself in a bar near his home. It was a new one so he decided to check it out on one particularly hard day after shooting a late-night scene. It was around 3 am and the streets were dark like the polluted sky in the big city. Only the street lamps were working.

When he entered the bar, the first thing he saw was a tiny figure sitting on the tall stools in front of the bartender. He could recognize this person anywhere, even from the back. Taking a deep breath he made his way over to the bar.

"One whiskey please." He ordered before turning his head to you. His heart sank when saw the dark circles under your eyes, the shaky hands, and the glass of whiskey in front of you. "It's good to see you, Y/N." He murmured and your head slowly snapped up. You hadn't even acknowledged his presence.

"Oh, hi." You muttered, returning your eyes to the cup in front of you.

"How are you? What are you doing here soo late?" Sebastian asked with a little too soft a tone than he intended to.

"Trying to forget, I guess. Breakup kinda got my mental health back a few steps." You tried to giggle but it came out broken as you showed your shaky hands.

"How come?" He kept the conversation going.

"It just didn't work out. It doesn't end up well when you love somebody else." You whispered.

"And how do you feel about that?" Sebastian pushed tenderly the wound, yours and his. "To be in love with someone else." He added.

"I couldn't stop thinking about that person. I just, no matter how hard I tried to love Dylan, my heart was beating for someone else. And all of this just because I was too afraid or maybe we were that somebody will say something." Your voice broke at the last word and Sebastian saw a few tears rolling down your cheeks.

Then he did something he wanted to do for a whole year without seeing you. He reached out and cupped your cheeks, making you turn your whole body in his direction, gently brushing the tears away.

"Is that how you feel, baby?" Sebastian pressed a little more in the wound. You only nodded. "You know, it's normal to feel scared of other people's opinions but at the end of the day our hearts beat for each other, don't they?"

"They do." You whispered, your palms coming to rest against his on your cheeks. He leaned a bit further, his nose millimeters away from yours.

"Is this okay?" He asked. You could feel his breath against your skin.

"Please." You whimpered and that's when his lips crashed against yours. You felt the warmth of his body rushing through yours as his tongue entered your mouth.

When you broke the kiss to get some air into your lungs, you rested your foreheads against each other.

"I wanted to do this for such a long time..." You breathed under your nose.

"Me too, baby... Me too." Sebastian replied before enveloping you in a tight hug.

Sometimes fear can ruin our best decisions but we can always take the risk for the ones we love. Because after all when you love someone or something you don't bury it or throw it away. You simply work it out.

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I don’t do parties

November time, London, Saturday night. You could only imagine how cold it was and it was like a tradition for us British girls refusing to wear coats on a night out even if there was a predicted storm. Never forget the number one golden rule though, if you get drunk enough, you won’t feel it. Still we huddle up like penguins shivering to death while waiting in line for the next club.

I’m linked arms with my best friend Tahliah, standing in line with loud mutters and cackles of tahliah’s boyfriend and his band mates behind us, all hyped up for a night of drinking. All of them ever work so hard so I smile to myself with content because they all deserve the brake.

“Hey one of you flash your tits so we can get in faster” Tahliahs boyfriend Matty joked.

Inappropriate I know but matty had no boundaries with us, he could joke about anything and we wouldn’t take offence. Besides, deep down matty was a true gentleman and the things he came out with wasn’t something you should take quite so seriously. It was all banter with us.

Tahliah laughed out with an eye roll, shaking her head at his stupid joke, her boyfriend so immature sometimes. George, the drummer of the band found this to be hysterical but only at how stupid matty sounded towards us girls. He defended us with his deep voice and I couldn’t help but crack a winning smile.

“Actually matty we are the ones in a band, we should be the ones to jump the queue and get us in”

“Exactly George, you are right! We should be sat in VIP right now!” Tahliah laughed out as she squeezed her arm around mine a little tighter. The cold was getting ridiculous now.

The dark street was illuminated by clubs and bars all neighboured together one after the other. It gave off a false impression of warmth, but the cold night was still wet and miserable from previous rain and each step closer to the entrance of our first bar was ever so promising. The line became more crowded with each passing minute, the boys behind just about brushing the backs of Tahliah and I but it was nice to be so close and feel just a little bit of body heat.

Quite sudden a spark from a lighter was so close to my ear that I could almost feel it and I jumped so quickly so I could spin to see where it was coming from.

“Really matty?” I breathed out locking eyes with his dark jaded-like ones. Tahliah was completely Unfazed from beside me, her eyes fixated on the entrance with longing.

Matty took a quick puff and offered the cigarette to George, I think this was the first time that George has ever refused. He shook his head “nah you’re alright mate”

Shocked yet unconcerned my eyes falter from George back to matty.

“Now’s not the time, we are almost there”

I tried not to sound like I was whining or nagging or any of the sort but I guess I failed.

“Can you stop stressing? Zella you haven’t stopped stressing from the time we left the flat up until now” matty snapped.

Was he being serious?

He took another quick puff from his cigarette and puffed it out into the air Harshly. I watched the smoke trail into the air, I didn’t notice tahliah now watching us carefully from the corner of her eye but the sound of her boyfriends raised voice must of caught her attention.

“Stressing about what?” I reply back eagerly. I was 100 percent sure with myself that I was absolutely fine and that I hadn’t complained once so far tonight but Matty started to make me doubt.

Sometimes I find it hard to keep my thoughts and the facial expressions that came with them to myself. There was once a time in the dance studio when some ‘professional’ was being a bossy b*tch to all of my dancers, let’s just say I put her in her place.. or this one night when tahliah’s ex called to get her back, well he had me to answer to and he no longer called back since…

I’m not very good at hiding feelings to say the least.

I waited for his reply and all he could do was shrug. My eyebrows raised almost dumbfounded but Matty leaned in and clenched his arms around me tightly for a hug.

“I’m only messing with you zella baby, although you were stressing a little..”

I relaxed into the hug with relief but eager to find out what he meant by ‘stressing a little’ I hope it didn’t p*ss anyone off..

“What am I going to wear! Oh no my hair isn’t going right! Oh no I can’t do up the strap on my heels! George can you help me do the strap!” Matty mocked as he attempted to do the best impersonation of me that he could.

I almost blushed, covering my hand with a giggle as he pulled away. I felt silly now.

“Poor George! the giant had to get down on ground level to help you do that strap up mind” Matty continued teasingly as if it would somewhat make me feel sorry for George, it didn’t work.

All I could do was smile back mischievously at the memory because secretly I loved having George get down on his knees for me, have him wrap his large hands around my soft delicate ankle and him fiddle with the strap of my shoe. Having him so close to my freshly moisturised tanned legs gave me a great opportunity to catch him off guard and don’t get me started on the the feeling of the warmth of his breath travelling up my bare thighs while he looked up to ask if the strap was done up too tight. In the heat of the moment all I could say was ‘the tighter the better’ wishing it was some satin rope or cuffs he was adjusting instead and that’s another example of me not being able to hide any of my thoughts or feelings.

“I didn’t mind” George smiled warmly.

“Awwww George!” Matty chanted sarcastically, teasing him.

Tahliah exchanged quick knowing glances with matty and decided to play along.

“Aw you would do anything for my bestie wouldn’t you Georgie boy” she teased while giving me a nudge and a wiggle of her eyebrows.

“George and Zella sitting in a tree!” she sang loudly drawing attention of people stood around waiting.

“Oh grow up” was all I could muster with George making eye contact with anything or anyone other then myself which led me to believe he was just as shy and nervous when teased about love and feelings as I was.

“Sitting in a studio more like” Matty laughed.

I mentally face palmed at the childish follow up from Matty although it was pretty entertaining.

“Is that all you do is tease Zella and George? If you’re not teasing me it’s them” Adam defended from the back.

My eyes widened at his sudden voice and I raised on my tippy toes to see him stood behind Matty with his girlfriend linked on his leather clad arm.

“Literally, it’s all they do” I agreed with him.

“Oh my gosh! some words from Adam! Hi Adam!” Tahliah taunted, joining me on her tippy toes and sending Adam a wave.

The poor guitarist blushed but rolled his eyes while his girlfriend kissed him sweetly on the cheek for support.

“Tahliah, don’t forget I’m the one who picked Zella up from the airport at 5am in the morning, especially so she could be reunited with you”

“Awww that’s so sweet, what a good friend” Matty chimed in.

George and I quickly exchanged glances as if to say we didn’t want to be a part of this and laughed.

“Oh yeah thank you for that” she giggled and wrapped an arm around me.

“I can easily drop her back to the airport you know” Adam threatened sarcastically.

“No. George wouldn’t like that” Matty piped in again.

And the banter train keeps rolling.

“I would.. because you are all getting on my nerves”

harsh coming from me and it was hard not to hold in a laugh but the faces of pretend disgust was extremely entertaining.

“Oh here we go, Zella stressing and complaining once again”

A good comeback from Matty.

“Shut up mate” George laughed, even though he knew Matty was only joking.

“Waiting…”

I looked over at tahliah confused, everyone did.

“Waiting…” she sighed with an amused look on her face.

“Still waiting”

“For what?” I squinted my eyes at her.

“Waiting to get in? I know tahliah, we have been waiting to get into this bar for ages now” Ross piped up from out of nowhere. He looked absolutely freezing with only a thin shirt on.

My eyes darted from Ross who was stood by the side of George then back to tahliah.

“Still waiting” she smiled to herself.

Suddenly Matty cleared his throat.

“Okay all jokes aside I still think George and Zella would make a fine ass couple.. look at them! Gorgeous! Just absolutely gorgeous! Both creative and talented, likes the same music. You know what the list just goes on! Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous just get with each other already”

“And there it is” tahliah breaks out in tears of laughter.

Everyone but tahliah and Matty rolled their eyes unamused leaving me and poor George fighting the urge to make eye contact with each other, there was something there definitely but I tried to suppress it as much as I could and it was evident that George was doing the same.

It seemed like a lifetime we were waiting out in the cold London air but as if by magic the banter bouncing around between us all like a game of ping pong seemed to pass the time just a little bit quicker.

The warmth of the place was inviting, a cold shiver ran through me one last time as I adjusted to the heat and prepared myself for the stairs. Each step down towards the basement of the bar I was careful not to fall, holding onto Ross’s shoulder for support as he took one step further down from me, laughing as he realised I was using him for support but more or less glad he could be of help.

Matty had already decided he was going to give tahliah a piggy Back ride down to the bar which was probably for the best having heels on a couple more inches higher then my own and all the more dangerous to walk down the stairs in. The further down the steps, the more you could feel and hear the blaring music and the hotter it got which made you want to stand back out into the cold. Unbelievable. The red painted walls were a deep devilish shade which darkened the place, as if the vintage lighting against the walls were any use. The further we got, the darker it became and all that was left was the bright glowing light behind the bar to guide us once we reached the bottom of the steps.

It was already crowded, the booths in each corner almost filled with groups upon groups of people, the standing tables scattered around occupied with cocktail trees or shot glasses, couples and big friendship groups gathered around them. Even the dance floor was lively and it was barely even past nine yet.

I instantly became nervous, there was so many people, it was hot and crowded and the music blaring was enough to send me into sensory overload. My heart raced as people began shouting from one side of the bar, already drunk and rowdy they were bound to be kicked out sooner or later. All it took was a small squeeze from my best friends hand and I felt like I could breath again, she knew how much I hated going out and I don’t do parties.

I still liked to drink though and like most people, once I had a drink I was fine, a bit like the ‘drink till’ you’re drunk so you don’t feel the cold rule’. I look it as the ‘drink till you’re drunk so you don’t care’ rule.

Another reason why I hated going out was the unwanted attention from men and as some random guy begins to drink me in with his greedy drunkenly gaze from across the bar I start to regret my outfit choice. Its silly really, I’m only wearing a black mini dress and my cleavage is barely out yet even just the skin of my shoulders, collarbones and thighs are enough to make me feel naked and exposed. Seriously, George can mentally strip me anytime but that guy over there? Ew. No thank you.

I slip out of the grip of tahliah’s reassuring hand to shuffle behind her slightly as if using her and Matty as some sort of shield would protect me from the random drunks gaze. This doesn’t go unnoticed by George and Ross.

Ross dips his head down slightly to shout into my ear, George watching closely but peering over now and then to where I was looking before, at the guy by the bar.

“You okay?”

His hot breath tickled my ear making me giggle.

“I’m fine, just some loser checking me out” I reassured him.

“She gets it all the time” tahliah shouted over the music, overhearing the conversation.

“It’s because she’s so beautiful” Matty lightens the mood.

“Anyway they can look but can’t touch! Don’t worry George will protect you, won’t you Georgie!” Matty continued.

I literally melt inside at how sweet my friends are for a moment, looking over at George and batting my eyelashes knowing Matty is only joking but deep down wishing he will save me if need be.

George chuckles and his eyes soften when they land on me. “Of course, after all I would do anything for her remember” he teased towards tahliah who made the quote about George earlier on.

I let out the laugh I was holding back, suddenly feeling so much better now. The atmosphere transformed into something more fun then overwhelming and I think now it was time to order the drinks in.

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