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itsthewritergal · 2 years

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You should want it - Eddie Munson x reader

TW: Sad Eddie, little bit of swearing,

Eddie’s insecure Y/N comforts him...

Hope you enjoy this one :)

Lots of Love xxx

Y/N knew it from the moment Eddie stepped out of the classroom they used for D&D something was wrong, horrendously and awfully wrong. His shoulders were slumped and he only half interacted with the other boys who walked towards the carpark.

“Hey baby” Y/N whispered as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, he wrapped his own around her waist taking in a deep breath as though he was holding back tears,

“Hey” He whispered into her hair, ignoring the groans from the younger boys around them

“Good session?” She asked as they walked hand in hand to Eddie’s van

“Was ok” He muttered

“It was so good! We finally got to this bit where we—” Dustin started excitedly

“Henderson, can you tell Y/N tomorrow about it?” Eddie said, his voice was distant and breathy a telltale sign Y/N had picked up that meant he was about to cry, it wasn’t long now and she knew he didn’t want to cry in front of the boys who looked up to him so much.

“Sure! You’re never going to believe what happened!” Dustin grinned to Y/N

“I can’t wait to hear all about it” Y/N smiled kindly “See you tomorrow at Eddies” She waved the boys off after saying goodbye to the others, Eddie had already climbed into his van and was sitting there blankly staring at the steering wheel.

Y/N climbed into the passenger side and buckled her seatbelt,

“Ready?” Eddie asked snapping himself out of his trance

“I’m ready if you are” She smiled tapping his thigh gently to remind him that she was there.

The drive to the trailer park was short, but felt like hours of Y/N constantly sending Eddie worried glances as he drove, she could practically feel him about to fall apart right there in the driving seat, but she knew he was far too proud to do that. Nobody saw him cry, only Y/N had, and even then he still hated it.

The moment the car stopped Eddie was already out and making his way into the trailer, his Uncle wasn’t home. He rarely was these days but Y/N didn’t care, it gave her and Eddie a little bit of privacy which she felt they needed desperately. She followed him into the small trailer, making sure to lock the door behind her. Eddie had already padded into his room and thrown himself down on his bed, Y/N tucked away his shoes and placed his jacket on the sofa off of the floor before joining him and curling into his side.

“Hey baby” She whispered pressing a gently kiss to the side of his neck, just below his ear. Eddie turned his head away from her but slung his arm across her side indicating he didn’t want her to leave, not yet at least “You want to talk to me?” She asked

“Mhm” He groaned, which Y/N knew was a no but he didn’t want to outrightly say it

“Baby?” She whispered once more

“Don’t want to talk about it” He muttered, Y/N knew that whatever it was it was bothering him more than he could admit. More than he wanted to admit at least.

“Baby, I’m right here when you want to” Y/N said “I’m going to make us some tea ok?” She pulled herself out of Eddie’s grip and went to walk out of his bedroom

“Why are you here?” Eddie’s voice instantly made Y/N stopped in the doorway and turn around, Eddie was still in the same position with his head buried into his pillow

“I don’t understand” She admitted taking a small step closer to him

“Why are you here?” He repeated, more harsh this time but Y/N took little notice of the tone

“Eddie you’re not making sense” Y/N said, she knew what he was saying but the words just sounded so foreign in his mouth

“Why are you with me? Why are you still in this stupid town? Why haven’t you left me yet? Why are you here?” He said with a sudden ferocity turning to stand up, Y/N saw the marks the tears left on his face

“Because I’m in love with you Eddie, that’s why” Y/N said bluntly not allowing for any disagreement on Eddie’s part

“You shouldn’t be” Eddie said, Y/N didn’t expect those words to ever come from his mouth and it scared her if she was honest, there was something so insecure, so terrifyingly chilling about them as they hung in the room

“But I am” She said quietly

“Why?” He asked, Y/N saw the sincerity in his eyes, he needed an answer

“Because you are the kindest man I’ve ever met, because you never fail to make me smile, because you know every single bad thing about me and you’ve never even thought about leaving me, because I see you, I see who you really are and I’m completely in love with you Eddie Munson” She said rushing over to him and holding his head in her hands

“I’m a freak, I’m 20 years old without a qualification, without a house, without anything, you could go anywhere you want, to any college and do whatever you want, but you’re still here with me. I don’t get it” His whispered

“I don’t want any of that, Eddie. I don’t give a fuck about anything if it doesn’t include you. You could offer me a place in the best college in the world and I wouldn’t go. I don’t care about any of that. I just want you” She said pressing a kiss to his chapped lips

“You should want it” Eddie said quietly, the tears silently rolling down his face

“But I don’t” She promised him

“I’m a freak” he repeated

“Bullshit” She snapped “And anyone who has made you think you are is bullshit, you’re wonderful Eddie Munson, you’re talented, you’re absolutely perfect” She said wrapping herself around him he pulled her closer than she even thought possible. Relishing in the feeling

“I don’t feel it” He admitted

“That’s why you’ve got me” She said pressing a kiss to his neck “I’m here to remind you”

“I love you Y/N” Eddie whispered

“I love you more” Y/N said “More than you will ever know”

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punk-in-docs · 2 years

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Hi love! I’m not sure if I requested this here or not (so if I did please ignore this and know I’m terribly sorry for asking again, I have a garbage memory) but if I didn’t, can I request an Eddie x reader fic where they’ve been in an established relationship (maybe like a year or 2). How do you think they would celebrate their anniversary? Like how do you think Eddie would be in particular, cuz I can see that lovable goofball being an anxious mess because he wants to do so much. But I’m interested to see what you think would happen in this sort of scenario, cuz you write Eddie so damn good ;)

Ok ok hear me out on this one cause I can so picture something: and it goes a little like this-

🍁love is kinda crazy with a spooky little boy like you🍁

Eddie yowled in front of you like a startled cat. You’d swear if he could, he’d raise his spiky hackles on end.

Does that thing with his arms, where he goes all shrivelled and squirrely. Mouth wide and shaped like a kidney bean as he shrieks.

Bravely though, batting the stuffed clowns cackling head, that just sprang out the shredded walls at you.

You’re lost wandering deep within the twisted seedy belly of the haunted house maze.

He punched his fist into the soft squish of the dummies head. Tufts of coarse blueberry coloured hair. Bulging chilli red eyes popping out at the pair of you. Grin all macabre on its stupid rubbery painted face.

He hates clowns. Doesn’t even like the one in that Bowie video.

“Fucker.” He hissed as he swiped at it again. Heart racing hummingbird fast in his throat.

Crushed his metal rings into it again, just because. Grits his teeth. He’s on edge.

Why did he agree to this scare jumping, spine chilling fuckery again-

Cause it’s stupid and fun. Get in the Halloween spirit. You’d said.

Then gave him a deep, beautiful kiss that was all toffee apple and pink pink cotton candy. Your tongue furred with sugar and, damn, how he suddenly forgot why he was ever mad. Haunted what? Scared, who?

“I do not like this.” He tells you.

Kept telling you, actually. His eyes go darting around corners. Gaze scanning ahead like you were tiptoeing enemies in a live war-zone.

“You’ve said that already.”

“And you apparently didn’t want to listen. So I’ll say it, once more, with feeling- I DON’T like this.” He repeats. Voice rising to a pitchy squeak.

He jiggles on the spot. Cagey. Jesus H Christ.

“Never again. I promise.” You smooth a hand to his chest and pat him on his Judas Priest shirt. Leaves warmth where you touch him that he’s too scared to enjoy right now.

“I mean what’s so wrong with the fucking bumper cars, honey? They don’t have dead fake mangled things everywhere with stuff popping out the walls- shit.”

He backs away sidewards, whimpers, edges away sudden, the wall next to him is broken wood slats and nails, with stubby zombie hands now poking through. Black rotting nails all split, half eaten flesh all green, yellow dirty bones exposed. Grunts of the undead leak through from the other side. Searching for your living juicy meat.

“I ain’t got any brains for you to eat. Morons. Go swivel.” He defends. It makes you smile.

“You like horror movies, Eddie, I thought you’d find it cool.” You try to offer in your own defence for getting you both in here.

His hand squeezes yours. Tight. Clammy with sweat.

“You can turn a movie off. Princess. You can press pause or take the video out, leave the room. It’s a small screen you can manage. I didn’t say ‘yeah sure, honey, drop me onto the fucking set of Night of the living dead. I don’t mind’.” He snaps quickly in parody. He doesn’t mean it nastily.

Despite everything, you can’t help it. You chuckle. He looks at you with a very specific look in his eyes.

You feel his hands grip for your hips in your pretty dress. He comes up right close behind you. You feel his hair brushing dry at the back of your neck. His lips skate against the crown of your head.

“Oh you’re so in for it if we make it out of here alive.”

“Theres optimism.” You rib at him. Reaching back to cup your hand over his cheekbone.

“Vamonos.” He encourages. Sneaking down and patting your ass softly.

You pass along a section of hallway where the lights blink, maniacal Vincent Price-esque laughs bubble up all around you. Rolling through the maze and snatching at your running heels.

Ghosts in jangling dragging chains with arms outstretched. Apple green eyes glowing under the white sheet. Groans and wails. The lilac purple gothic room full of creepy eyeless dolls, a chirpy lullaby from a demented music box tinkling away.

‘Help’ crudely scrawled on the walls in sticky fingertip blood, hand smears too, in the mouldy white tiles of the crazy surgeons dungeon. Screams pierce. Fake amputated limbs scattered across the operating table. Blood tinged saws and knives.

Now. He goes into his famous Munson defence mode. Scurrying along and keeping you pulled behind him. Arms braced out with you bracketed between them. Pulling you into his back and offering his own front as your shield.

The Dio vested Knight he was, all chivalry and manners, putting himself at risk for love of you. His maiden. His one. Maid Marian to his Robin Hood. Or more likely, as he liked to think of it, Marianne Faithfull to his Mick Jagger. Much cooler.

You looped your fingers through his. Pulling him back to your side.

“Don’t worry. I’ll always protect you, big boy.” You wink at him. Makes his heart squeeze and flash faster when you do that. You lean in and nuzzle a kiss onto his jaw.

He pulls you in closer. Your chest brushing into his. A twitchy sort of frenzy on his face.

“I just want you to know. If we weren’t in this hellscape. I would be making out with you so hard right now.”

“Noted.” You beam. Pulling him along again, shadows roll and flick over a movement down the corridor in your peripheral. You strong arm him away before the chain saw guy with the peeling rubber face and “human skin” mask could catch you.

That split cherry soft of your grin. He’s so soft for it. Lips pink from that watermelon balm you use that he never lets linger for too long. He would be lying if he said he didn’t like the silky taste.

You laugh and shriek when a guy in a skeleton costume, comes bursting cunningly out the slanted shadows of a corner.

“Leaving so soon?” He snarls.

“Eat shit, bonehead.” Eddie fairly screeches, and tugs you along with him. Body blocking you. Reeling you along to, hopefully, the fucking exit of this creepy hell hole.

Halle-fucking-lujah. It’s up ahead on the right. The lovely big green arrows pointing to the exit. Salvation. Freedom.

He yanks on your wrist and you run full speed towards it. Ghoul hands painted blue make one last attempt to rip at your clothes. Eddie bats them away.

Not today fuckers. Me and my lady getting out of here-

It’s definitely a relief when you come to the cooling wash of night air outside. It was stuffy inside. The cramped space choking with the smell of warm tacky plastic, and stale air lining the horror laden walls. The night air is so thick and blue out here you could drink it. Sticky opium of a bruising fall night.

The air is throbbing deep with autumnal scents. Warm bubbling cider. Fried funnel cakes. Buttery caramel popcorn and soft pretzels studded with salt. That definable gooey orange scent that comes gouged out the insides of pumpkins, pitted with seeds.

The wind isn’t threaded with a biting cold yet, but it promises too, as the treacly night drags on. Leaves, the colour of gold and apricot, crunch and snap under your feet.

Your favourite time of year. The best. The slice of the cold that has you reaching for chunky sweaters. Cold knifing rain on grey dour windows and gloomy days. Splashing your boots into autumn puddles mucked with leaves.

Horror movies, carving pumpkins, and baking orange and black sprinkle cookies with Eddie in the trailer.

He always went full tilt overkill and added way way too many sprinkles. More sprinkles than cookie, really. Lacing the place with the scents of sugar and vanilla dough. And home. Sitting out on the porch with a warm cider in your hands chatting to Wayne as he smokes. Laughing at Eddie whining about washing the dishes- getting excited that the cookies were rising too.

Eddie takes a deep breath. Scanning up at the haunted house maze you’d just stumbled through. His hand still very much clutched on yours. He meant what he said. He’d never let go. Eddie keeps his word.

Although the truth be told, he made you promise you wouldn’t let his hand go the second you stepped inside that maze.

You hadn’t let go of this hand for two years. You weren’t planning to start now.

And yes, the full fact of being here again is crashing into your gut. Making you all mushy swooning and sentimental. It was your tradition after all-

“Come on. Handsome. Let’s go. I’ll buy you a corn dog as a reward for being so tough back in there. Protecting me.” You nudge his arm to bring him in.

He steps towards you and curls you into them. Rubbing his arms along your sides. Looping hands around the back of your waist. He doesn’t say anything but he’s definitely smiling down at you. His belly pressed to you. Tilts his head. Pensive look on his face.

You’re touching in so many places. All tangled and wrapped up in leather and denim like you usually are around him.

“What is it?” You ask him. Scanning that maniacal face and those deep puddles of oozing chocolate eyes for an answer.

“It’s been two years. To the exact day.” He says softly. His thumbs smoothing over the backs of your hips.

You smile at his recounting it. “Believe me. Munson. I remember.”

“We were arguing. On top of that very Ferris wheel. Two years ago. When I first asked you out.” He points behind your hip with his finger.

Up towards the huge circular ride studded with yellow and red bulbs all the way around. A huge golden eye of dragging slow metal brushed against the navy sky.

“I was winning the argument by the way.”

“You always do. Cause I’m such a peach. I let you.” He winks. Grins all big. Shiny teeth.

Mainly he loses cause he just skips up to you like a jester, spins you around, and kisses you until you’re smiling again.

“…And it was the fourth time you asked me out. To which I finally relented, and said yes. Only if I can pick the movie and we can get cotton candy afterwards.” You beamed.

“You didn’t tell me you very vehemently hated heights.” He teased.

“I went on that ride for the excuse of being sat next to you for ten minutes, you dope.” You tell him.

It rips a chuckle out that pillowy lovely mouth. You slip your arms around the back of his neck. Sway into him. Narrow your eyes when he laughed.

“It worked. I got to kiss you and I got a date. Even if you did break all the bones in my hand you squeezed it so hard.” He recalled. He had blue knuckles for three weeks. Swollen sore. He couldn’t play guitar for a month.

He drags one curled knuckle over your cheek. Those eyes of yours he loves - the eyes he’s a servant too - are brimming golden, bursting with the fairground lights glimmering all around you. Threaded chilli red in your hair too.

“And you bought me the most huge pink cotton candy I’d ever seen.”

“Shaped like a fucking heart.” He smiled.“You feral little thing. Ate it all in ten minutes.”

“You helped.” You pointed out.

He leaned in and brushed his nose across your cheek. Into the nest of your hair. Kisses your jaw. You chuckled and slipped your arm up his back.

“Kissed most of it off your lips.” He remembers in a soft mumble, with a waggle of those brows. Lips planted against your cheek. Tone dipping naughtily into flirt.

Kissed and kissed until the sugar made him feel sick. Now he knew what the term lovesick meant. His metal and thorn wrapped rocker heart you had cupped safely in your hands. He’d never have it any other way.

You yank your hand into the back of his wild hair. Hold him still as you devour his lips with yours. Taste the Marlboro smoke that lived at a permanent address on his tongue. Pipped with the sweet toffee from the apple you’d both pecked at earlier. He’d kissed and bitten his pieces of apple right out your offered mouth.

Tasty as fuck, he’d said. He hadn’t even meant the apple.

He moans and you feel it shoot and slice to your belly. Gut punch love. His moans- they are better than music.

He cups you and keeps you yanked firm against his front as he kisses you back. Sneaks his tongue into your mouth, and the way it brushes yours makes your knees whirl all useless.

Damn his tongue should be criminal to be that good-

You don’t care that crowds of people are cutting around where you’re making out with your boyfriend. It was a carnival. High schoolers were dating and kissing horny all over the damn place.

What was one more star studded couple with hearts lodged in their eyes?

You cross your arms around the back of his neck. He tips into you. Skims his big warm hands up the backs of your smooth thighs. Resists cupping your ass in public- he should really get a medal for that. C’mon-

When you pull back, he chases after your mouth. Greedy and always so. Not ready for it to be over yet. He’s never ready to stop kissing you.

“Kettle corn. A pink lemonade. And a corn dog. Final offer.” You smile at him. An effective bargaining chip you kept in your pocket. Plying him with food as persuasion.

The way into Eddie Munson’s heart was occasionally via a funky reroute to his stomach.

You’re shameless and it works.

“Sold.” He grins. Enjoying the hell out of the way your tits are crushed to his chest right now.

“…Then the Ferris Wheel, honey.” He smirks with a pure maniacal grin of evil. “You can break my fingers again. I’ll let you.”

“This is you getting your own back for the haunted maze isn’t it.” You wilfully decide. That stubborn jut of your chin. Unimpressed eyes scratching daggers at him.

“My hand hasn’t left yours for two years. Sweet cheeks. Not gonna start now.” He beams.

He loops an arm over your shoulder. Steers you towards the corn dog stand. You tangle your steps alongside his. Slide your arm across his trim waist. His leather arm cold around your shoulder.

“Then after the food and the Ferris wheel. I’m gonna take you back to the van. And do filthy filthy things to you, whilst the firework show bursts across the sky.” The way his lips brush the shell of your ear makes your thighs wobble and shoot with sensation.

“Filthy you say?” You ask with hot blood gathering up in your cheeks. Gold lights bloom in his dark eyes like round petals. Dazzling.

“Yep.” He pops the p.

“Gonna lick you real slow. Make you yelp. Then just gonna slide my tongue right in, far as I can, I’m not gonna be stopping until you melt. Right into my mouth.” He decides with a playful little kiss to your jaw.

Goddamn it this boy knows how to make your pussy throb and clench.

“Is this all part of your grand revenge plan?” You seek.

“No. Baby. Just a damn good way to spend a Friday night with my favourite chick.”

Your heart is all melty. Slipping down the insides of your butter soft ribs. You do so love this man with every single tiny atom of your being.

“I thought your guitar was your favourite chick?” You play.

He grins. Chucked all sweet. “Nah. You feed me. You win hands down babe.”

Tagging some Munson babes; @indouloureux @youaremyfamiliar @fujiihime @groupie-love-71 @stiegasaw @thelyingpierrot @munsonquinns @captain-tch @ramona-thorns @starbxcks @morganamoonstone

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sin-respuestas · 2 years

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i lost a Eddie x Reader post. my page just re-load and it was gone.

yes, I´m crying.

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x #eddie x reader #lost fic

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itshelia · 5 months

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Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

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poltoreveur · 4 months

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I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

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l0velysmut · 2 months

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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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watchyourbuck · 1 month

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rilinhyl · 3 months

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Pant.Night

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie

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moonxnite · 5 months

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y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?

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natti-ice · 2 months

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18+ mdni

Me: “fuck, I need his cock”

Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*

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maddneys · 11 days

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#they share the same brain cell 9-1-1 | 7.06 There Goes the Groom

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itsthewritergal · 2 years

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I don’t bite - Eddie Munson x reader

TW: Bullying, insecure Eddie (if you squint!!) that’s all I can think of but let me know :)

So this can either be read as a stand alone or as a part 2 to Freak

Enjoy :) xx

“Awh look the freaks sit together” One of the cheerleaders laughed as they walked into the chemistry room,

“I’d stay away, you might catch something” Jason smirked looking Y/N up and down, she shifted uncomfortably in her seat

“Says the guy who cried when his mum couldn’t come to his basket ball game” Eddie mocked with a sarcastic grin

“Did he really?” Y/N said turning to Eddie with a smile on her face

“That’s right isn’t it Jason, full on breakdown” He smirked, challenging Jason to say something else

“Freak” He spat turning around and taking his seat with the other jocks, Eddie leaned back in his chair with a satisfied grin on his face

“You’re pretty cool Eddie” Y/N babbled the compliment before she could even register what she was saying

“Thank you sweetheart, you’re not bad either” He grinned “Well for a freak of course” He added with a chuckle,

“Are you sure you don’t mind me joining tonight?” She asked,

“Of course not, like I said the more freaks the better”

Y/N quickly silenced herself as the teacher walked in, Eddie sat beside her watching intently as she wrote down almost every word that came out of the teachers mouth. He was enamoured with her already, shaking his head he tried to block her out of his mind but it didn’t work. His gaze just kept returning to her.

Eddie walked Y/N to each of her classes, sitting next to her in every single one she had with him. By the time they finished their last class of the day Y/N was consumed by excitement at the thought of watching the game which Eddie seemed so obsessed with.

“Do you need any help setting anything up?” Y/N asked

“I’ve got it” Eddie said gently, as he began setting up the table before everyone else arrived, Y/N stood in the corner of the room watching Eddie intently.

“You can sit down, it’s ok I won’t bite” He chuckled pulling out a chair for her to sit on

“Thanks” She said quietly, Eddie disappeared for a moment and then came back with an intricately designed chair

“What’s that?” Y/N asked

“It’s my dungeon Master throne” Eddie grinned “The drama department made it but never used it so I claimed it” He said

“It’s amazing,” Y/N smiled

“I’m glad you like it” Eddie said sitting himself down next to Y/N, he took in a deep breath “Just remember if you don’t want to stay just say the word and I’ll stop and drive you home ok?” He said suddenly feeling insecure in the little game he loved so much,

“You’d stop the game for me?” Y/N said sitting crossed legged

“Sure” Eddie said, although he knew if anyone else had heard him admit that they would have almost definitely lost their minds, especially Dustin. Y/N thanked Eddie with a blush spreading across her face.

“Hey guys!” Dustin grinned pushing the door wide open “Y/N, you made it!” He beamed

“We were scared Eddie would scare you off” Lucas laughed

“Would I ever scare off such a pretty young maiden” Eddie grinned putting on his Dungeon Master voice, “Now let’s begin” He said.

Y/N listened intently as Eddie began setting the scene, it reminded her of the stories she wrote in her spare time.There was a part of her which was obsessed with the way the words just rolled off of his tongue, it was almost magic the way he immersed everyone into his own story. It was just incredible.

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“So what did you think?” Dustin asked as the others began packing up

“It was fun! I really enjoyed it” Y/N admitted with a grin

“Eddie’s an amazing DM isn’t he?” Dustin said,

“He’s certainly got a way with words” Y/N admitted turning over her shoulder to watch Eddie as he chatted to Gareth and Jeff who both looked as though they were in deep conversation

“It’s not every day he lets someone into the inner circle, he must think you’re pretty cool” Dustin grinned, Y/N knew what he was insinuating but didn’t believe one word of it

“I don’t know about that” Y/N admitted

“I do, he’s a pretty amazing person when you get to know him” Dustin said “You’re right there” Y/N agreed,

“You ready to go?” Eddie asked coming up behind Y/N, and slotting himself in next to Y/N so that their shoulders were touching

“I can walk, it’s ok” Y/N said quietly

“I’m not letting you walk home alone, I’ve got you” Eddie said with a kind smile

“Thank you” Y/N said as Eddie walked her out of the school after waving goodbye to the rest of the guys.

Eddie hadn’t ever driven so carefully in his life, ordinarily with anyone else in the car he would’ve still driven like normal but suddenly with Y/N sitting in his front seat he felt a wave of concern over her wellbeing.

“I really enjoyed today” Y/N admitted quietly as Eddie turned down the radio

“You did?” Eddie asked a smirk appearing on his face

“Yeah I did, I mean apart from all the freak stuff obviously, but I really enjoyed it” She said

“You’re not a freak, I know what those people can do to someone like you, but you’ve got me now” he said sincerely

“You know you’re pretty good at story telling” Y/N said changing the subject,

“I am?” Eddie said

“Yeah you are” Y/N grinned instructing Eddie to turn into her road. The moment he parked the car Y/N sat for a second “I don’t suppose you want to come in? Mum’s making dinner and I’m sure there is enough to feed the whole town, plus we can get started on that Chemistry homework” She said

“You want to invite me in?” Eddie said choosing his words carefully

“Please,” Y/N said with a smile “I mean obviously you don’t have to, I know we’ve only just met and I just was think—”

“It would be rude not to” He cut her off gently,

Y/N took Eddie’s hand and pulled him into her house, Eddie felt completely out of place in the perfectly decorated house, which reminded him of a story book.

“It isn’t much and we still haven’t unpacked properly but its feeling like home” Y/N explained

“Y/N is that you?” Her mother called out

“Yeah, I’ve brought a friend over” Y/N replied

“Hi darling” Her mother said walking into the living room “I’m Tammy, Y/N’s mum nice to meet you” she smiled at Eddie, it was the kind of treatment he wasn’t used to getting

“Mum this is Eddie,” Y/N said noticing Eddie’s hesitation

“You’re both home late, did something happen? Did you get lost on your way home?” She asked

“No, Eddie invited me to join him and his friends playing this D&D game” “What’s that darling?” She asked, Eddie felt his throat get dry, this was the part where Y/N’s mum told her she would never be allowed to see him again

“It’s this super cool fantasy game, Eddie writes all the stories for it!” Y/N grinned as she pulled Eddie into the kitchen and handed him a glass of water, her mother followed them

“That sounds fun! Perhaps you could write some stories for it too” She suggested

“You’re a writer?” Eddie asked

“I want to be” Y/N admitted

“It’s all she’s ever wanted” She laughed “Then you have to help me write the next campaign!” Eddie grinned

“Maybe” Y/N said shifting on her feet

“Why don’t you two go upstairs, dinner will be ready soon” She said gently

“Thanks mum!” Y/N said leading Eddie through the house

“You’re mums pretty cool” Eddie smiled as they climbed the stairs

“She likes you,”

“You sure?” Eddie said nervously

“Trust me, she likes you” Y/N grinned.

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We need mean!reader, angry!reader, misunderstood!reader, creepy!reader, gross!reader, toxic!reader, nonforgiving!reader, selfish!reader, narcissistic!reader, dark!reader, FEDUP!reader. That bitch is way too nice, passive, and sensible. ✋🏾😂

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#Which one is now married again?

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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months

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Sweet Like Chocolate (Venom Drabble)

Eddie/Venom x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Venom's enjoys it when you're his host.

CW: fluff, making fun of Eddie

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WE ARE NOT A BABY.

You tut and continue about making Venom’s tater tots. It hadn’t really been a genuine thought. It’s just that when you and Eddie trade Venom between you like parents trading a toddler for alone time, it kind of felt that way at times. Not that you were complaining, of course. Any time with Venom piggybacking in your head was time well spent in your own personal opinion.

It was just a shame that you weren’t a better match. Then he could come around with you more often. But no, that was Eddie’s responsibility, it would seem.

“I know, V- you know how human brains work. Thoughts just pop in unannounced.”

I WILL ALLOW IT.

You chuckle and pour yourself a glass of wine. A tendril of Venom’s form spreads from your back to put the wine bottle away for you, and you thank him kindly. Checking the timer on the tots, you frown. They were going to be at least another fifteen minutes.

“What do you want to do tonight, V?” You ask, plopping down on the lounge chair and taking a sip.

WE WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU.

You smile softly, and Venom chuckles in your brain in response. That took some getting used to, actually, hearing someone laugh in your mind. But like all things, you acclimated.

“We’re doing that, buddy,” you reply.

YOU ARE FAR NICER THAN EDDIE. EDDIE IS MEAN.

You take another swig of your wine and flick the TV on quietly, flipping through to get to Venom’s favourite channel.

“How do you mean? Eddie’s a sweetie deep down,” you respond, finally finding the channel and putting the subtitles on for yourself. Eddie was always a sweetie. It was just that he was a bit gruff. Venom grunts.

EDDIE’S AN ASSHOLE.

You hear the bathroom door creak open and turn around, seeing Venom’s tendril rooting around in there for something. You don’t question it further than that, knowing that whatever he’s looking for will be found.

You’re proven correct when the tendril returns with your hairbrush. You dutifully fluff your hair out from the neck of your cardigan for Venom, who hums appreciatively and begins to brush at your hair.

It’s something he likes to do for you. You’re not sure whether it’s because he enjoys the sensation himself, or whether it’s something he does for you. It could be both, all things considered. Your eyes flutter shut, and you lose yourself in the motions for a few minutes.

“He can be an ass,” you finally acquiesce. “But he means well.”

Venom’s head materialises from over your shoulder and faces you. His tendril pauses its ministrations in your hair for a moment, and he appears thoughtful.

“I suppose,” Venom replies. “We prefer you. Prettier host.”

You flush pink and brush a hand over Venom’s cheek. Or what would be his cheek, you supposed?

“You’re a sweet thing, V.”

Venom nods, ripples of his skin flowing over his form.

“Like chocolate, yes?”

You laugh and make to get up when the timer for the tater tots goes off.

“Like chocolate.”

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