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imlonelyalt · 2 years

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steve harrington x reader where the both of them are at the halloween party in season 2, and instead of the angsty bathroom scene between nancy & steve, its the opposite & the reader is drunkenly letting out a love confession about him, and its just really fluffy n’ cute?

if you dont feel up to this, no worries!! 🥰🫶

a sight to remember

pairing : steve harrington x ( female ) reader

notes : I LOVE THIS IDEA SM!! my heart is fluttering at the thought of it my lord <33 also my autocorrect went really weird for this one so there might be some words that are messed up in there. sorry. :) SORRY I COULDNT MAKE THIS ONE GN IM SORRY 💔💔💔💔

warnings : none, really - swearing , alcohol ? ( reader is called shit nicknames by billy but steve’s here to help <3 )

the obnoxiously loud music that was bound to have the neighbors call became nothing more than a beat for you to sway your body to, mind and vision hazy from the amount of alcohol you consumed.

the room was stuffy and the amount of stumbling, vomiting people around was beginning to choke the room up. groaning, you downed the last of your cup and looked around, running a hand through your hair as you heard commotion.

billy hargrove, the new popular guy at your school was currently sweaty, followed by tommy hagan and a few more of his minions (you called them) but most importantly, was also sneering at your boyfriend as he compared their success.

approaching him, you bit back the urge to tell him to fuck off, to get out, but steve merely shook his head at you as you came closer. sticking to his shoulder. your eyes were half lidded and you stared blankly, your grip on your cup tightening as you stated at billy.

and he was sure to stare back. he chewed on whatever was in his mouth, eyeing you up and down. laughing, he hit steve a bit too hard on the shoulder. ‘what, called your slut here harrington for help?’ recoiling, you pursed your lips as steve furrowed his eyebrows.

‘hey, leave her out of this.’ he frowned, taking off the sunnies from his costume as you laughed groggily, leaning against steve slightly as you went to cover your mouth. uttering very quietly, you had to stifle your laughter.

‘yeah — fuck off, hargrove.’ the room went silent as only few people laughed, steve being more shocked than concerned as his eyes went wide. he began pulling you closer subconsciously and preparing to take whatever blow billy intended on sending before you hit s gentle smack to his chest, approaching the culprit closer as you stared him down. ‘i’m serious.’

billy leaned down, considerably taller than you as he shook his head slightly. ‘you know, even though you really are such a bitch i never considered you would have it in you.’ remaining eye contact for a few seconds, his hand moved before steve had a chance to pull in front of you.

pulling away in disgust you let out a scoff. the front of your outfit was warm, booze trickling down as you stared at the result with your fists clenched. your now white outfit was stained a brown, and it made you feel dirty as your face flushed with embarrassment. though you were naturally warm the eyes of everyone on you made you set to get out of there more than ever. colliding shoulders with hargrove you groaned, slurring something along the lines of ‘so full of shit’ as you made a beeline towards the bathroom.

gritting his teeth, steve hurried up after you. closing the door gently behind him, he saw you scrambling to clean the drink off of your shirt as you opted to use some tissues, your blinking slowed and movements slightly delayed. choosing to get a better look he saw your efforts become fruitless, the alcohol showing no signs of coming out of the material anytime soon. ‘fuck, i’m so sorry babe.’ he muttered, gently grabbing your wrist as he tried to stop your scratching against the fabric. ‘its — its not coming out.’

‘no—‘ you grumbled, trying to wriggle out of his grip. steve sighed, his actions seeming futile as you persisted. ‘its coming out — just wait.’ while you were caught off guard and your eyes began to droop, steve snatched the tissues and placed them onto the counter, taking hold of your hands. ‘y/n.’ he whispered, seeing you turn your attention to him in shock. ‘come on. let’s go home.’ he murmured, kissing you on the top of your head.

the warmth from the kiss remained though his lips no longer lingered and the very thought made your heart flutter. looking at him your mouth curled into a small smile. ‘i love you.’ you uttered, pushing your face into his chest after your small confession. expression softening he relaxed, leaning away so he could get a better look at your face.

‘what was that, baby?’ whispering quietly he laughed at your drunken state, as you wriggled around in an attempt to hide your flushed face. ‘you love me?’ if cupid was present in the bathroom, harrington wouldn’t be surprised at all. it felt as if an arrow had been shot through his heart, his mind flashing back to the first time you ever said that to him.

‘well, yeah.’ rolling your eyes you tugged away. ‘we’re dating, aren’t we?’ staring at him with a blank gaze, you expressed a giggle. ‘s’what if i love you?’ you leaned closer, a hand rising to toy with his hair. ‘i love your big hair n’ the way you kiss me.’ steve had to suppress a laugh as his face turned a bright pink. you were close, and better than anything; you were his girlfriend. god, he was lucky.

‘oh yeah?’ he smirked, a hand sliding up the back of your shirt. it was cold — the type of cold that you were craving. planting a hot, messy kiss to your lips, you reciprocated eagerly as steve cupped your face in his hands. pulling away, he licked up his lips and whispered, ‘do you like that?’

nodding, you wrapped your arms around his neck and if steve knew any better he would’ve thought that you were going in for another kiss - but just as he went to close his eyes you buried your nose in his hair, sighing in content. looking down, he noticed that you were on your tippy-toes in an attempt to reach. wrapping his arms around your waist, he rhythmically rubbed his thumb against your clothes. ‘if we stay like this any more i’m concerned that you’re going to fall asleep.’ seeing that you didn’t respond, he widened his eyes. ‘babe?’ groaning tiredly, you slumped in his arms and he breathed out a sigh of relief.

slowly detaching your hands from his neck, he placed a hand on your back as he helped you regain balance. he took one last look at you before opening the bathroom door and he nearly choked on his laughter — your hair was frizzed, your make up beginning to become faded colors though stubbornly remaining on your face, your clothes slovenly after your incident downstairs. you were five seconds away from falling asleep and to others, would appear a mess; a high school girl who drank a little too much. but to steve, your appearance was a sight to remember, one he would cherish and one you wouldn’t hear enough of in the morning.

— that is, if you woke up in the morning.

you really couldn’t handle alcohol, could you?

but steve had never been more glad.

#stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #I LOVE HIM.

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imlonelyalt · 2 years

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FOR ANYONE WONDERING IM WORKING ON A STEVE RQ RN SO WHOEVER REQUESTED IT, EXPECT IT 💪💪

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will byers <3 /gen

pairing : will byers x (gn) reader

notes : I LOVE HIM SO MUCH SO I DECIDED TO WRITE FOR HIM ❤️ i wasn’t sure if this was a request or not?? but i did it anyways because i can 👍👍

your leg bounced as you breathed in sharply, looking around the room. nothing could settle your anxiety — in fact, everything seemed to set it off. the clock ticking was way too slow, the man sitting beside you coughed too loudly and most of all? the aura of the hospital was insufferable, so much so it was like it plagued the air and took a toll on your breathing.

you were woken up by your radio emitting static. putting a pillow over your head, you waiting for it to cease before you realized there was seemingly no need to it. you grumbled and angrily got up from your bed, putting the radio close to your ear after switching channels. ‘what.’ you practically sighed into it, hearing the sound of mike panting from the other end.

‘he’s alive!’ he screeched with excitement right into the radio, and you recoiled, pulling the radio away from your ear. ‘will! he’s alive!’

your eyes widened and your breath was practically stolen away from you, like a rug pulled from right beneath you - that just couldn’t be. there was no way —

‘come to the hospital! he’s—joyce said he’s there!’ scrambling for words, mikes words transitioned until they turned into static, meaning he probably went out of range already. slamming the antenna down on your walkie-talkie, you shoved it into your pocket as you raced downstairs, not bothering to explain to your parents as you shut the door, practically lunging onto your bike and you raced off into the direction of the hospital.

and there you were. waiting for a sign or anything, anything to know if he’s going to be okay. as if someone had heard your prayers, jonathan came into the visiting room door with a small smile.

‘you guys can come see him.’ mike leapt up from his seat, and dustin and lucas let out joyful laughs before you raced after him. you speed walked behind them with anticipation, biting your lip as your hands began to fiddle — why were you so nervous? they said he’s ok — he has to be. racing through the door, you let out a disbelieving laugh as you looked at the culprit of all your anxiety.

will was laying in his bed, some medical tube inserting into his nose and you approached the side of the bed, noticing how sullen and frail he seemed in the moment; however, he didn’t fail to smile brightly as soon as he caught sight of you — all of you. mike embraced him in a hug, and everyone was quick to follow.

‘dude, you’re alive!’ dustin exclaimed, giving will a very gentle shove on the shoulder. ‘we thought you were a goner..’ he seemed breathless, the situation unimaginable for anyone present in the room. he began going into details of the whole thing you endured, including eleven, which mike seemed happy to butt into. will widened his eyes in disbelief.

‘no way!’ he then turned after to cover his mouth with his elbow, letting out a painful, rough cough. mike pulled away slightly, finding it hard to mask his concern. you squeezed wills hand tighter, which you didn’t even realize in the moment that you had been holding. ‘sorry—i’m okay.’

‘don’t be apologising.’ you reassured, feeling slightly doubtful at his claim of being fine. he was still smiling — despite everything he saw, everything he went through he was still there for all of you. lucas stared at you for a moment before leaning over to whisper to mike. mike looked at both of you before widening his eyes.

he laughed and will furrowed his eyebrows. mike pulled away from lucas, looking at you two. ‘sorry, sorry.’ lucas followed him. ‘we’ll give you guys… a moment.’ standing in the doorframe he waited as dustin stood, confused. ‘right, dustin?’ he raised his eyebrows as dustin suddenly nodded, rushing out and closing the door behind you guys.

silence. silence was all that followed as will looked at you, hands fiddling with the fabric of the gown the hospital put him in. ‘so..’ he took deep breaths as you smiled, hands clammy as you considered your options. you embraced will in a hug as he laughed, hands wrapped comfortably around you.

‘i’m so glad that you’re back.’ you whispered, and will relaxed into your touch as he buried his head into your neck.

‘i’m glad too.’ he laughed at your relieved state, eyes closing in bliss. ‘hey… is what they said true?’

‘huh?’ taking a moment to comprehend, you widened your eyes. ‘oh, yeah! it is! i promise.’ you squeezed his hand as he suddenly looked distant, eyes searching yours for something. ‘will?’ you shook him oh so gently, scared to break him as if his skin had become a fragile porcelain.

will remained looking at you before very briskly he stared at your lips. ‘yeah?’ he asked, voice shaking slightly. ‘sorry it’s just- i-‘ stumbling, he averted his gaze. ‘i really missed you.’ then, just as you went to respond he elaborated, voice becoming no much more than a hushed whisper. ‘is it okay if i kiss you?’

stunned, you watched him for a moment until he looked back at you, suddenly his face was flushed and he looked ashamed. ‘sorry —‘ he nearly recoiled as your lips came in contact with his, but he was very glad that he didn’t. pulling away you slightly slightly in a disbelief, and he returned your affection with a small peck. he looked away.

‘i’m sick, you really shouldn’t have done that.’ you both laughed, and his hand that hung off the side of the bed latched onto yours, fingers entwining slowly. you looked down at your latched on hands, primarily to hide your flushed face. hearing will let out a laugh you looked up, noticing his gaze wasn’t directed at you. looking back, you saw lucas, dustin and mike giving thumbs up and (dustin, of course) making kissy faces into the room. upon seeing you stare they ducked away quickly, though their laughter lasted. getting up you dusted yourself off, and will didn’t try to hide the disappointment.

‘wait, where are you going?‘ he questioned, quirking an eyebrow. grinning at him, you gave him a quick thumbs up.

‘gonna go give those knuckle heads a piece of my mind.’ running out the door you returned quickly, giving him a peck on the cheek. ‘sorry- be back soon.’

#will byers x reader #will x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #will byers imagine

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imlonelyalt · 2 years

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warning : stranger things season 4 spoilers.

pairing : eddie munson x (gn) reader

notes : i’ve seen other people doing ideas similar so i decided to do my own version of it - but being hoppers kid is a dream everyone should have the right to experience ❤️❤️ #selfcare

warning : stranger things season 4 spoilers. you have been warned again just to be safe lol.

he knew it was a mistake letting that boy you so graciously called your ‘boyfriend’ over. it was so stupid; the way you would grab his hand once he arrived at the door and never came out until he had to remind you both that it was getting late - that there was no way that eddie would be able to stay over. he didn’t trust eddie at all - he originally had faith but it was put out like a flame once he had actually met him in person.

he wasn’t in the wrong for wanting to know what you were doing in there — you were teens, teens who loved to muck about and bend the rules to your will. he felt out of anyone eddie would be the person to have a bad influence on you; and as your dad, he had every right to be concerned.

hopper had been to engrossed in the crappy romance film on tv to notice you silently pushing the door shut, then as the movie came to a close he looked to check, seeing the door in response and having to do a double take before realising. but he stopped himself from rushing over, and smile playing up on his place. if he caught eddie in the act, he could get him out of the house for good; no more foolish boyfriends, no more bad influences.

creeping over to the door, he held his breath, hand slipping over the doorknob as he prepared to swing it open, catch you two in the act. his hand was shaking; whether from the pressure to now not get caught or from the excitement of the whole situation he couldn’t tell, but he could hear some sounds from the other side of the door. he paused, his eyes widening as he listened harder.

‘god, stay still, would you?’ he heard your voice whisper harshly as he heard eddie mumble something along the lines of ‘be more gentle then’ in response, shifting around. after a while you were satisfied and you let out an approving hum.

‘oh, yeah, just like that.’ eddie groaned out in satisfaction, and hopper felt a surge of adrenaline rush through him before he slammed the door open, yelling out a triumphant ‘aha!’ as he burst through the frame, looking around the room as he trailed off with a loss of confidence.

you were sitting on your bed, cross legged as you looked at hopper in shock, agape. eddie was slouching, leaning against the edge of the bed as his eyes shot open in surprise, immediately straightening his posture at the sight of hopper. your hands that were previously snaking through eddies curls of hair danced away. fiddling in your lap. you stared at the wall in embarrassment at hoppers sudden outburst as eddie raised his eyebrows.

‘i.. i just — um.’ hopper struggled to find words as he seemed to shrink down himself; he was so sure that he was right this time — and for him to be set up, he had to be cursed. running his hand through his hair, he puffed out a breath and leaned against the door frame. ‘just — you closed the door, and i just thought..’ he had your attention now, as you both stared at him. ‘keep the door open — three inches; okay?’ he clarified, looking at you both. eddie glanced at you to hopper before he quickly nodded. hopper then looked at you before you sighed.

‘yeah, sorry dad.’ you muttered, staring down at your hands. nodding and giving one last glance at you both before shutting the door - leaving it open three inches as promised before lounging back down, busying himself with the next channel he could find on tv. you could feel eddie’s chest rhythmically rising as he breathed, your head resting in his hair as you both remained silent. after a while, hopper was once more engrossed in the tv and eddie let out a soft chuckle, you rebounding with one similar before he turned around, facing you as you pressed your foreheads together, giggling like school girls.

‘your dad is a stickler.’ he whispered against your lips, grinning as you laughed and hummed in agreement. he shuffled around, leaning his head in your lap. looking up at you expectantly, he pointed at his hair. ‘you didn’t finish.’ arching a brow, you tilt your head. ‘you want me to keep going?’

‘all or nothing.’ he whispered, entwining his fingers with yours as you used your free hand to comb through his hair, splitting it into little strands. his eyes closed in bliss, his head beginning to lean into your touch. ‘god, i love you.’

giving his hand a little squeeze you murmured, ‘i love you too.’

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #stranger things season 4 #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #I WANT TO TOUCH HIS HAIRRRR #dad hopper supremacy

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imlonelyalt · 2 years

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I NEED IDEASSS 💔💔

#send requests #i need ideas #send help #— cheese talks

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imlonelyalt · 2 years

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warning : stranger things season 4 spoilers.

you wont believe this, but..

pairing : steve harrison x (gn) reader

notes : i’m only up to episode 4 but like.. i’ve seen him fighting demobats?? eddie playing guitar? i want them i mean they are both so cool haha 🤗🤗🙏🙏 ANGST LMAOOO YAYY also this isn’t that good? i never know how to resolve angst so THIS IS UNEDITED BTW

warning : stranger things season 4 spoilers. you have been warned again just to be safe lol. also gore? you just treat his wounds but i don’t really go much into detail so

you had gotten into a fight. that was it; you didn’t want to elaborate, and even if you did, you really couldn’t. he was angry, furious even, and you were confused and trying to get answers.

‘listen, this is far beyond you and the last thing i need right now is for you to get involved.’ he emphasised, his hands flying about as he pleaded. you were scared and you wanted answers once you saw him packing without warning, your curiosity peaking when you saw a bloody wooden bat in his hand. trying to reason with him, you opened your mouth to speak.

so you sat on your lounge, head in your hands thinking. not about anything in particular— that was a lie. you thought about steve, and what exactly he was doing. he said it included the kids, and a tinge of jealously nagged at your heart. you were confused about why he wouldn’t tell you anything and why he insisted on keeping it a secret. one question remained, was he really with the kids?

‘this is important to me, and it’s also important that you don’t find out about this.’ seeing your puzzled expression he palmed his face, groaning with frustration. ‘it’s not like that, it’s just between me and them.’ them being the group of kids he had practically adopted — as funny of a joke as it was it was starting to become true in a way — they looked up to him.

you clicked through tv channels, resting your head on the padded cushion as you felt a fat tear drip down your cheek. god, when did you start crying?

‘so you’d rather hang out with some group of kids you met at your job over me? you won’t even offer for me to come along?’

you stayed on a channel with a movie in black and white running. you grimaced, groaning and listening along — it wasn’t like there was any better crap to watch anyways.

‘no. no way—‘ he spluttered, trying to think of words. he was so tall he towered over you, looking around for anything to help bring words into his head. ‘that’s not what i—‘

you bit back a sob as you dug your spoon into a risotto you made the night before, forehead creasing as your mind seemed to overflow with endless questions.

‘are you embarrassed of me, steve?’ you blurted, and you almost regretted it — almost. the angry expression on his face shattered, now replaced with one of shock and hurt. he grabbed the bag full of snacks and weapons, an odd combination, and shuffled past you. ‘i’m sorry.’ he muttered, making his way to the door. ‘steve, wait—‘ but the door had already been shut, and he was gone.

the doorball rang once, and you stared at the door in silence. your legs were curled up beneath you, you were wearing a big hoodie — steve’s hoodie, and you were comfortable. you were going nowhere. it rang again and you swallowed a mouthful of risotto before yelling, ‘go away!’ there was silence from the other side of the door and you settled down again, easing yourself before —

ding ding ding ding ding ding din—

you growled in annoyance, putting your plate down before heading to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open with gritted teeth and a sarcastic smile saying, ‘can i help you?’ your voice died down as you realized who it was standing there. ‘steve.’

he was breathing heavily, his right eye battered and bruised, shining a dark purple. his neck had a thick, angry purple bruise ringed around it. his shirt was torn and bloody, and you didn’t even recognize the jacket that he had on. it wasn’t just his shirt that was bloody, however — it was everywhere on him, and you were more worried about whether or not it was his blood or not. ‘can i come in?’ he asked breathlessly, and when you nodded he shuffled in, dumping his (now tattered) bag of food and weapons on the kitchen island.

‘what’s going on, steve?’ you asked, eyebrows furrowed. you placed a hand on his back when you came up behind him and he winced, saying a small ‘sorry’ before shuffling out of your touch. ‘steve?’ you hissed, ‘i’m not mad, i’m just confused. what’s going on? whose blood is this?’

‘too many questions at once, n/n.’ he peeled off the jacket and revealed the ripped slits in his shirt, leaving you free to gape at the open, bloody cuts on his back. they were in thin, long strips and it got to the point where you couldn’t see most of them because of the smeared blood on his back.

‘steve!’ you gasped, ushing him to sit down as you rushed around, filing through cabinets and pulling out a makeshift first aid kit — you always insisted on having it, claiming it would come in handy. ‘please; explain.’ he was silent, though his mouth was open — like he was trying to think of something to say.

‘bats!’ he blurted, much to your confusion as you were running around trying to find tissues. ‘bats. uh — yeah.’ he put a hand through his (somewhat intact) hair. ‘we got swooped.’ and it seemed believable, they looked similar to bat cuts, but it didn’t explain the blood everywhere else — and the black sludge on his shoes that you didn’t even want to know about. grabbing some disinfectant and pouring it on a tissue, you puffed out your cheeks.

‘this might hurt.’ he sucked a breath in in preparation and you applied the tissue to the many cuts on his back, hearing him seethe as you gently dragged the tissue down his back, following the streaks that ran along. ‘so. bats huh?’ receiving a nod in response, you tore the soggy tissue aside and began cleaning the excess blood from the wounds. ‘seems like they were pretty angry bats.’

‘don’t— don’t say it like that.’ he groaned, and you began applying bandages, deciding to put two layers as the first had already began to be soaked by the angry, red cuts. ‘like what?’ you pried curiously, applying the final bandage a bit too tight. grunting with surprise, he replied, ‘like you don’t believe me.’

‘that’s not true — i do believe you.’ you shrugged, making your way to his side of the lounge and dropping down beside him. ‘parts of it.’ he huffed, shaking his hand and using his hand to rub and pinch his forehead. ‘i don’t want to tell you to keep you safe.’ he replied, frustrated. ‘i told you that before.’

scoffing, you replied, ‘i can handle myself as much as you can. also, ‘keep me safe?’ are you putting the kids are danger? are they even a part of this?’ you pressed, gently rubbing your thumb over a previously healed cut. you had excused all of the previous injuries, reguarding him as a clumsy guy and making him promise you that he will be more safe next time — but he always came back with more ‘accidents’.

‘god.’ he blowed air from his nose, shaking his head. ‘you really want to know? fine. but you have to promise me that if anything happens to you, at all, you tell me.’ nodding vigorously, you began fiddling with your hands. ‘okay. it all started with..’

—

‘so..’ you spoke slowly, squinting and processing the information in your head before you spoke. ‘there’s a clock. and — and this haunted house, a watergate.. and bats?’ you trailed off, tilting your head slightly. ‘demobats.’ he nodded, ushing you to cointinue. ‘right. and this — vecna guy is trying to kill your friend, and is responsible for all the murders around town..?’ you finished, looking at him as your expression twisted from one of confusion to guilt. ‘i shouldn’t have pried.’ you muttered, and he shook his head.

‘stop that.’ he put his arm on your shoulder, tugging you close as you felt the warmth of his body flow between you, your breathing synced for a moment as he rested his chin on your forehead. ‘this isn’t your fault and it isn’t mine. i think.‘ he grumbled, squeezing you. ‘the only thing we can do is wait for our next part of the plan.’ putting a kiss on your head, he grinned. ‘and i’ll be fine.’

‘promise?’ you asked, looking up at him. and for a moment he was silent, his gaze meeting yours. it was nothing he could promise and he was aware, but your gaze and presence itself gave him the courage to try. and the best thing was that it made him feel like he could promise you that, even if it was only for a moment.

‘fuck it — yeah, yeah i promise.’ you laughed breathily running a hand through your hair.

‘god, i don’t think i can sleep after hearing that.’

‘trust me, i can’t either.’ he collapsed onto the lounge, immediately wincing and clutching his wounds on his sides. ‘we can stay up as long as you need.’ you leaned into him, careful not to anger his injuries as you placed a kiss on his temple.

‘you must be exhausted.’ you mumbled, burying your face in his neck. proving your statement correct he closed his eyes, seeking your embrace once more as his arms wrapped around you. he didn’t give a response — a verbal one, at least, but that was all you needed. closing your eyes, you got yourself comfortable as you kept a hand hovering over his bandages — if it was subconscious or not, you nad no idea — but in the moment i didn’t really matter.

‘night, harrington.’ you muttered, already feeling your consciousness slipping away. you knew that you were tired when you heard a clock ticking — your mind was already playing tricks on you before you even fell asleep. you received a mumble in response as his chest rumbled with his voice, coaxing you as your mind went fuzzy and your vision went dark.

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #steve x reader #steve harrington #YALL SEE THAT PLOT TWIST AT THE END LMFAOOO

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imlonelyalt · 2 years

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eddie and steve pspspsps come here i have two hands for a reason

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #lord they are so hot #i also want to give them a hug

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imlonelyalt · 2 years

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stranger things masterlist

eddie munson

what do you mean, ‘you don’t know how to play the guitar?’

you didn’t finish the braid, though.

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steve harrington

you won’t believe this, but..

a sight to remember

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will byers

i’m glad you’re back.

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imlonelyalt · 2 years

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warning : stranger things season 4 spoilers.

pairing : eddie munson x (gn) reader

notes : LMFAO IM BACK FROM THE DEAD WITH A STRANGER THINGS POST WHO WOULDVE THOUGHT.. i’m literally so sorry though. from now on this is no longer a spoiler free blog as i can’t keep it in my pants for eddie munson and i’m going to be posting a ton about the new season ❤️ sorry y’all xx THIS IS UNEDITED BTW.

warning : stranger things season 4 spoilers. you have been warned again just to be safe lol. (there isn’t really any spoilers towards the show, but he’s a new character so i thought it would be good to put it there in case.)

tick, tick, tick.

you eyed the clock as the sound of it consumed the room completely. there was no one in the shop except for you; business was slow on mondays. your hand rested upon your palm, and you slid a pile of cd’s over towards yourself to flick through some of the deals that your store has. only the newer trending bands, and you looked around for a moment before sliding a ‘the police’ cd into your pocket.

tick, tick, tick.

it wasn’t until the last people payed and left the store that you realized that there was nothing stopping you from shutting up and packing away at all. you could just waltz out of there with some new cds — though you were technically getting paid to do nothing. you thought about your boyfriend, eddie, and thought about the time that you could be spending with him instead. it fueled your urge to jump over the counter, but you restrained yourself. he was probably playing DnD again — not that you hated it, the people were cool with you being around and the game was withstandable, (you didn’t understand a thing no matter how hard he tried to teach you) but you could just never see yourself spending valuable time playing the game.

the bell that hung above the store entrance rung, and you jumped to straighten your posture and welcome the newcomer.

‘hello! welcome to—‘ you cut yourself off, recognizing the long curled hair almost immediately. you eased yourself up, smiling. ‘speak of the devil.’

‘missed me, did you?’ eddie shuffled to the front of the counter to lean against it, planting a soft kiss against your lips.

snorting with amusement, you replied, ‘more like missing civilization.’ you huffed and rolled your eyes. ‘i haven’t seen a single person since the first hour of my shift.’ he hummed, sliding the stack of cds over to himself to browse. sliding a queen cd towards you, he grinned and said.

‘i’ll be your… what, 3rd buyer of the day?’ he joked, handing a 10 dollar note towards you. he brushed his hands on his jacket, smiling. ‘yeah, well, i missed you too.’ you sat in a silence, a comfortable one however as you had become close enough together to know that you didn’t need to chat with him in order to have a good conversation.

you eyed him as he drifted off, looking through the shelves of sheet music with interest before hurrying towards the instrument section of your shop. you noticed him lingering in the guitar section, taking time to look at all you had to offer. plucking an electric guitar off of the shelf, he hoisted the sling over his shoulder. ‘god, she’s beautiful.’ he said breathily, grinning as he plucked a few untuned strings.

‘i wish i got a greeting like that.’ you rolled your eyes, pouting as he laughed, shaking his head. ‘plus, don’t you have one already?’

he tilted his head, walking over towards you with the guitar still attached to his hip. ‘who says you can’t have more than one?’

‘i dunno, any sane person?’ you raised an eyebrow as he laughed in response.

‘then you should know that that’s not me.’ mimicking devil horns above his head he laughed, going to walk around the back of the counter. he approached you and sat on the floor beside you, cradling the guitar and remaining out of sight from anyone entering the store. ‘may i?’ he gestured towards the guitar.

‘i’m not stopping you.’ you shrugged simply, turning your attention to him but keeping an ear out for the ringing of the doorbell. his hands made quick work of getting in position and you couldn’t help but notice every detail about him - you loved eddie so much, because there was just something unique to his look every time. today, his hands were decorated with big silver rings and chipped black nail polish, and his ‘hellfire’ T-shirt was still on.

he started playing one of his own songs, and you remembered it almost instantly. it was how you met in the first place — you were an onlooker and he was on the stage. you weren’t too worried about the crowd, if you could call it that; 4 drunk men staggering around to an upbeat punk song. you wanted to hear good music — and that’s what you got. you stuck on like a sore thumb compared to the other people in the venue, so it wasn’t hard for eddie to find you. it was too much of a coincidence that you two when to the same school, but it wasn’t that either of you were complaining. you were surprised you never really recognized him, especially when he was apart of one of the most hated clubs in the school.

fate, you joked with him; it must have been fate.

you drummed your fingers against the counter as the snail like pace of the day and the raw sound of the strings washed over you like a wave, a sense of fatigue filling your sense. you let out an audible groan, resting your head against the counter.

‘jeez. i’m not boring you, am i?’ raising an eyebrow, his fingers came to a halt almost immediately. shaking your head you mumbled,

‘just tired, i promise.’ eyeing him out of the corner of your elbow you grinned. ‘keep playing.’ he resumed silently and you waited for the bell to ring, occasionally looking at the time before you slide down the counter and sit next to eddie. he’s focused, but he still takes time to look at you through the corner of his eye. you lean your head on his jacket, running a finger along the headstock of the guitar. ‘will you teach me how to play one day?’ and then he’s quiet, but he still manages to laugh.

‘i can’t believe it.’ you give him a confused face, and you obviously pulled a weird expression because he laughed. ‘you work in a music shop and you don’t even know how to play guitar. that’s like, a necessity.’ he looks at you and he stops playing. ‘i don’t know if we can even date anymore.’

‘what?’ you exclaim incredulously and then you laugh, both of you do, and he picks the strap over his shoulder and slings it over yours instead. you look at him — the guitars heavy and it makes you wonder how he holds it and plays for longer than an hour every week.

‘you really want to learn?’ you nod your head quickly and he shuffles to face in front of you. he grins, and his eyes flash with a knowing twinkle that always appears when he is really excited. you’ve known him only for a couple months, but it’s felt like forever. ‘okay.. but i’m not going to go easy on you just because your my partner.’ he warns, holding his hands out cautiously. you shift, preparing yourself as he grasps your hand and puts it on the neck.

‘okay.’ he puffs. ‘from the beginning.’

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things season 4 #I LOVE HIM??#MARRY ME #PLUCK MY HEARTSTRINGS SIR

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