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luveline · 8 months

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For the Eddie/Roan/reader series have you written the first time Eddie and reader say I love you to each other? And if not could we get a little blurb for it? Like maybe Roan says it to reader first and Eddie is all like damn, I think I love her too and is just all heart eyes 😍🥰 please and thank you! This series it literally my fav 💕

thank you for your request beautiful ♡ eddie and roan—the munsons tell you they love you for the first time. fem!reader

Eddie's wearing the brand new pair of jeans you got him and feeling like a kid at Christmas. Seriously, this has to be the fucking life. Beautiful daughter, great Uncle, a home he's proud of and a job he doesn't mind, and now he has you, and you like him enough to bring him presents. What the fuck.

They were on sale, you'd said easily, dropping them in his lap with a kiss hello on the cheek. He'd been reading on the porch, didn't hear you coming until you were already there. Where's Roan? I got her a nightie, is that okay?

Said nightie flares pink around Roan's knees as you twirl her. She's standing on the green play table, every rapid footstep wobbling the hollow plastic. In each flash of her face before she turns away, Eddie sees himself —same sugary brown eyes, same smile. You're laughing, the nervous, overjoyed kind, 'cos you both know you shouldn't be doing it but you're not the one who has to say no to her. (Not that Eddie does it as often as he maybe should.)

The jeans you got him are surprisingly soft. They're straight cut and need a little adjusting, but beside that they're perfect. Eddie really, really likes being thought of, trying to squeeze a thank you in between girly giggles.

"This is super dangerous!" you warn Roan, drawing circles over her head with your joined hands.

"This is super fun!" Roan corrects, squealing as you speed up.

One too many spins has her losing her footing, but you'd been expecting it, and you catch her without any fuss. "Woah!" she yelps.

"Woah, I got you," you say, pep unfailing. You're getting better at carrying her, pulling her up your side to rest on your hip.

Roan giggles but otherwise goes quiet, not talking, only laughing as she looks up into your welcoming face. You cushion her legs on your arm so she doesn't fall, your smile turning puzzled. "You okay?" you ask, giving her a bounce like she's much younger than she is, a baby in need of comfort.

"I love you," Roan declares, planting a kiss on your cheek.

"I love you, too," you say without hesitation. Your gaze flickers to Eddie's, but it's not long enough for him to gauge any one emotion.

Roan hums like this has answered a question and puts her arms down on your chest, not quite hugging you, not not hugging you. Your fingers spread over the small breadth of her back. You steal a moment, pressing the fat of your cheek to the top of her head. "Princess," you murmur, "that's so nice. Thank you for telling me. I knew you loved me because you're always showing it, aren't you?"

"I am?" Roan asks.

"I think so." Your smile turns bright, the parentese tone you've been learning like sugar on your lips as you say, "Ooh, I love you so much, beautiful girl! Let's have some cookies to celebrate." Your smile lands on Eddie. "Can we?"

"Yeah. Yeah, of course you can."

You put Roan down. Eddie's lovely daughter immediately takes your hand and together you walk to the kitchen, little steps. Eddie stands there thinking to himself for a few seconds, new jeans and your big heart, a thousand things.

"Hey!" he calls, rushing into the kitchen after you. "Wait a second, Y/N."

You stare at him with wide eyes, hand stopped where it's extended to the kitty cat cookie jar. "Don't tell me there's, like, a fake spider waiting to jump out at me. I can't take it again, Eds, my heart will explode like that freaky movie."

"I love you," he says. Smiling big, not particularly afraid to say it. He's known for a while, but Roan saying it so easily reminded him. He should let you know.

You don't react with any subtlety. Roan's confession was easy, water off of a duck's back, you said it back fast. Now, you're still. Your funny smile is in a pouting frown, your eyes soft with emotion. "Yeah?" you say.

"Yeah. I love you."

"Well I love you too," you say.

Eddie nods nonchalantly, a show, saying, "Yeah, I know," before he drops the facade and crosses the kitchen for you. Roan giggles as he picks you up in a hug, wrenching you from side to side. "You should know already–"

"I do!" you say, wrapping your arms around his neck jubilantly.

"Then why are you asking?"

"I wanted to hear it again," you say.

Eddie smiles into the skin beneath your ear. "I love you. Duh."

"Duh," you say, sounding about as happy as he's ever heard you while he pulls his head back to grin at you.

Roan laughs and pats at Eddie's thigh to be picked up. He grabs her under her arm with some effort and you help to bring her up into the hug. "I love you, too, daddy."

"You should definitely know I love you," Eddie says to her. He tells her enough, three times a day or more. He tells her he loves her when they're brushing her teeth, when they're putting their shoes on, when they're driving home from school. He tells her between mouthfuls of spaghetti and through laughter, Love you, weirdo. "Is this, like, lame if I start telling you both all the time, or am I allowed?"

"Definitely allowed," you say quickly, eyes bright with enthusiasm.

"For sure!" Roan cheers.

Eddie can see the possibilities now, I love you shouted from car windows and down the phone, said into your neck and the palm of your hand. He doesn't know why he didn't say it sooner.

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strangersmunsons · 5 days

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read 'em and weep #5

you're acting weird. Eddie decides to do something about it.

Chapter 5 Eddie x Bookworm!Reader Series Read Ch. 4 -> Here!

Contains: Eddie x Reader, fem!bookworm!reader, mix of fluff & angst, romantic gestures, idiots in love, communication breakthrough, shy babies working out some kinks. No mention of reader's appearance, no use of y/n. Warnings: Discussion of Eddie's past, mentions of poverty, drug use, allusion to violence. Mentions of food & eating. Word Count: 4.5k sometimes I think I make him too soft in this series, but I can't help myself. are you guys tired of lovesick!eddie yet???

Eddie wakes up late on Sunday — it’s well after noon when he rises from bed with a sticky yawn in his throat and sleep in his eyes. In his rumpled t-shirt and boxers, hair a tangled mess, he pads down the hallway and into the kitchen, where Wayne is dropping scoops of pancake batter into a sizzling pan on the stove.

“Mornin’, Ed.”

“G’morning,” Eddie grunts back. He plops into one of the seats at the tiny table, rubbing his eyes.

“Sleep okay?”

“Like a rock.”

Wayne nods approvingly. “Figured as much. I could hear ya from the living room.”

Eddie scrunches his face in annoyance. “You could not.”

His uncle smiles, mirth buried in his whiskers.

“Well, you deserve a good night’s sleep. You’re always out and about these days.”

Wayne flips the last pancake, lets it cook, then adds it to the stack he’s already piled up. He sets the plate of cakes and two cups of coffee onto the table, and takes a seat across from his nephew.

They begin to eat in silence. That’s not unusual, as Eddie has a tendency to inhale his food — the boy’s got a garbage disposal for a stomach — but he’s not scarfing it down the way he normally does. Instead, he pushes his breakfast around his plate in between taking small bites, looking moody.

Wayne pauses in between sips of coffee, #1 Uncle mug hovering halfway to his lips.

“Everything okay?”

“Uh…I think so. Yeah.”

Wayne raises an eyebrow skeptically at him. “You sound like you’re not sure.”

Eddie shifts uncomfortably in his seat, frowning at his pancakes.

He doesn’t want to push, lest Eddie shut him down completely, but Wayne’s curious. Sue him.

“Somethin’ happen with your girl last night?”

Eddie blushes and sits back in his seat, voice pained. “Wayne —”

“We don’t have to get all touchy-feely. It’s just a question,” he tells him sternly. “And believe it or not, kiddo, I have known a woman or two in my lifetime. I can give you advice if you need it, y’know. I’m not a eunuch.”

Eddie wrinkles his nose. “Gross, man.”

Wayne laughs, a gruff chuckle that reverberates around the small kitchen. Eddie smiles in spite of himself.

“So what’s the problem?”

Eddie drums a nervous rhythm against the table with his fingers, naked without their bulky rings. “I don’t know, really. She was just kinda weird yesterday.” He pauses for a moment, searching for the right word. “Distant.”

Wayne listens intently, fist tucked under his chin. “Distant how?”

Eddie fills his cheeks with air, and lets it out in a long, slow exhale. “Well, she was fine in the morning, but last night she was really quiet. Especially when we were alone, which I don’t understand.” If you’d been nervous to spend time with his friends, then he’d get it, but you seemed fine at Benny’s. It was before and after, when you were by yourselves, which strikes him as odd.

He gestures helplessly with his hands, words flowing faster now, confusion leaking into every syllable. “She’s usually really excited when she sees me. All happy and stuff, y’know? And we always talk a lot, but she hardly said a word to me. And at first I thought she just had a tough day at work, but then —” Eddie stops abruptly, clamping his mouth shut. I didn’t get hardly any kisses, he finishes miserably in his head.

Rather than verbalize the thought for Wayne, he just throws his arms up, letting his flailing limbs speak for themselves.

Wayne gives him a solemn nod, determined to keep his expression neutral. If he reacts too strongly either way, then Eddie might not feel so inclined to discuss his love life with him again. Ever the sensible one, he asks, “Did she have a tough day at work?”

Eddie looks sheepish. “That’s what she said,” he admits reluctantly.

“But you don’t believe her?”

Eddie’s bottom lip juts out petulantly. “It just didn’t feel like she wanted to be around me.” His face falls, and his voice becomes softer, the hurt more pronounced. “Like she couldn’t wait to get away.”

Wayne heaves a sigh, and thinks it over. “Personally, I think you’re readin’ too much into it,” he finally responds. “If she tells you she had a hard day, then she probably did.” He rubs his stubbly chin thoughtfully. “Although, you might be onto something there….”

Eddie’s face crinkles in despair, mouth falling open.

“Now, hang on,” Wayne adds hastily, seeing his kicked-puppy look. “I just mean to say, that you’ve been spendin’ an awful lot of time together, right? And you haven’t really known each other that long, but you’ve hardly gone a day this summer without seeing her. Maybe she’s runnin’ out of things to say to you,” he jokes.

Eddie clicks his tongue in distaste. “C’mon,” he complains.

“She might just need a little space, is all I’m sayin’.” The older man shrugs. “Doesn’t mean she doesn’t like you, or that she doesn’t wanna be around you. Just give her some breathing room. And then, in a few days, if you still feel like things are off, talk to her about it.”

Eddie squints at him. “Can I just do that?”

Wayne shakes his head in disbelief. “Boy, I swear,” he mumbles.

After breakfast, Eddie mulls over what his uncle told him. Now, he’s the first to admit that he doesn’t really know how to be a boyfriend, but goddamn it, he’s trying.

Is that his problem? Is he trying too hard?

Okay, fine, he’s a bit of a smother. But it’s difficult for him not to be; he’s spent far too long navigating life in this thankless town alone. Now that he’s finally found you, he can scarcely bring himself to let go, even for a second.

“Breathing room,” he mutters to himself. Fine. No biggie. He can deal with that.

For the next few days, Eddie resists the temptation to call you first, or visit you unannounced at work, which is a task that would be much easier to accomplish if you were giving him literally anything in return.

But you haven’t called. Not for an evening chat, which was customary on days he didn’t stop by the library. Not to check up on him, not to find out where he’s been, or why he hasn’t visited…it’s like nothing is out of the ordinary.

Evidently, you’re not missing him at all.

The phone has only rung twice so far this week. Once it was Henderson, and the other one was a telemarketer that he promptly hung up on. His ego took a huge hit every time he came home and asked, “Any calls for me?” and had to see Wayne shake his head no.

Disappointed, and overwhelmed by a creeping sense of dread, Eddie concludes that your radio silence could mean one of two things: either you just don’t feel the need to be around him as much as he does you, or he did something to upset you.

He can’t figure out which is worse. The internal debate plagues him morning and night as the days keep rolling by.

Up until now, you haven’t seemed to mind his clinginess. If anything you were nearly always overjoyed to see him — so much so that it startled him, and he often found himself looking back over his shoulder, to see if there was someone else standing behind him that you were smiling at instead. Has the novelty of Eddie Munson worn off so quickly? It didn’t seem like you, so kind and attentive towards him, but who was he to expect you to want to be with him twenty-four/seven?

Unless it was something else entirely, something he had done that didn’t sit right with you, that was causing this. He tries to think of what he could possibly said or did that may have offended you, but he keeps coming up empty.

And then, in the midst of his warring thoughts, inspiration strikes.

“Uhhh…hey, Wayne?”

Wayne calls back from his spot on the couch, where he’s immersed in the latest episode of The Joy of Painting. “Yeah?”

Eddie shuffles into the living room, lips pursed. He tries to keep his voice as nonchalant as possible. “Would it be…ill-advised…to show up unannounced at her house with a grand romantic gesture?”

Wayne stares at him. “You know I said space, right?”

Eddie starts packing up a brown paper grocery bag with everything he thinks he’ll need, while Wayne hovers in the kitchen, watching him with his arms crossed. He’s simultaneously disapproving and amused.

“So you’re just gonna ignore my advice, huh?”

“Wayne,” Eddie sighs, “I appreciate your sage words of wisdom, I really do. But unfortunately, I am not a patient man. I need resolution now, or else I’ll die.” He pulls out another snack from a cupboard and stows it away in the bag, alongside the sandwiches he made and some other morsels scrounged up from the kitchen. He’ll get your favorite drink, too, when he stops for flowers at the gas station —

“You? Impatient? Naw.”

“Ha, ha,” Eddie replies sarcastically.

Wayne shakes his head. “I sure hope this works out for you.”

Eddie hesitates. “I mean….” Suddenly insecure, he looks over at Wayne, anguished expression on his face. “Is it a completely horrible idea?”

Wayne softens immediately, and silently curses himself for discouraging him. “No. No, I don’t mean that. I’m actually…well, I’m mighty proud to see you treatin’ a lady so well.” Eddie turns scarlet, grimacing at the praise, and Wayne continues. “I’m just worried you might overwhelm her, with…how well you’re treatin’ her.”

Eddie rakes a hand through his hair. “I just…don’t like the way things feel right now. And I don’t wanna make the mistake of ignoring it, hoping it’ll go away, and have things get worse.”

There’s a pang in Wayne’s heart. He really is a good kid, isn’t he? “Aw, hell, Ed. If this feels like it’s the right thing for you to do, then I say do it.”

When Eddie finally arrives at your house, the nerves have really kicked in. He understands that this is kind of a gamble, but subtlety has never been his forte. Slinging his acoustic guitar over his back, clutching the grocery bag in one fist and a small bouquet of dyed carnations in the other, he manages to rap lightly on the front door without dropping anything.

Eddie holds his breath as the seconds tick by, heart thumping in his chest.

Finally, the door swings open slowly, revealing your figure and Eddie immediately feels warm, in spite of the cool air that seeps out from the house. You look startled to see him, even more so when your eyes drop down to the flowers in his hand, mouth popping open in surprise.

“Hi,” he greets you nervously. “Uh, I hope it’s okay that I’m here, I-I know I didn’t call you or anything first. But, um, it’s a nice day out, so I thought we could have a picnic?” It comes out like a question. He jostles the grocery bag, and you can hear the contents shift around inside. “If you’re not busy or anything. And these, um, are for you.” He thrusts the flowers forward, palm sweating against their plastic wrapping.

You stand there in silence, not saying or taking anything, just gaping at him. Eddie’s stomach drops. And he’s totally unprepared for what happens next.

Your face crumples, and you burst into tears.

“Oh, Jesus.” Eddie sets everything down onto the ground and lurches forward, arms outstretched to touch you, but he hesitates before making contact, his hands fluttering around your figure uncertainly. “I — sweetheart — what?” he stutters, entirely out of his element.

“Sorry!” you sob, clapping your hands over your mouth. “I’m sorry!”

“Don’t apologize,” he says automatically, completely bewildered. His hands finally come down to rest on your shoulders, and he leans closer to you, like maybe proximity will cure whatever this is. “Is something wrong?” He winces, and shakes his head. “Sorry, that’s stupid — what’s wrong?”

You sniffle in response, fat tears dripping from the corners of your eyes.

Watching you tremble with emotion breaks his heart, and it’s stronger than his panic at being unexpectedly confronted by a crying woman. “Oh, baby,” he says tenderly, wrapping his arms around you fully and pulling you in close. “Whatever it is, it’s okay.”

“Sorry,” you repeat in a watery voice, slightly muffled by you pressing your face into his shirt. “You’re just…you’re so sweet, Eddie. That’s all.”

“You don’t have to say sorry for crying,” he says, chuckling breathlessly. “Although I was kind of aiming for a smile with all this, not tears.” He pats your back gently, and moves his lips to your ear. “It’s been a while. I was missing you.”

You shudder. “I missed you, too.” You let out a choked laugh, and pull back a little, dabbing at your eyes. You audibly try and swallow the lump in your throat. “This isn’t how I usually greet company, I promise.”

In the small, sunny backyard, Eddie lays out a faded gingham tablecloth onto the grass. It’s tattered at the edges and bears quite a number of stubborn stains, maybe not great for their tiny kitchen anymore, but perfect for an outdoor blanket. While he sets up his little surprise date, doling out food and plates and napkins, he steals glances at you, visible through the kitchen window, where you’re arranging your new flowers in a vase. When you come back outside to join him, he doesn’t miss the way you swipe at your eye one last time, trying to rid yourself of the final remnants of your outburst.

He offers you a soft smile, and pats the spot on the ground next to him.

You sink onto the blanket with a sigh, looking tired but pleased to see him nonetheless. And there’s a trace of something else in your eyes, some unknown emotion that he can’t quite put his finger on. You reach gingerly for the sandwich he packed for you — your favorite, you note right away — but Eddie simply watches, wondering if he has to ask or if he should wait for you to explain.

“So, how’re things?” you ask innocently, and take a small bite.

Eddie raises his eyebrows, but he keeps his tone light. “Well, I’m a little concerned, naturally. We gonna talk about what just happened back there?”

You chew slowly, stalling. He waits patiently.

“I wasn’t expecting all this,” you finally say, gesturing around at the spread before you. “It’s…it’s really, really nice of you,” your voice breaks again on the last word, but if you’re threatened by another wave of tears, you don’t succumb.

Eddie shrugs modestly, but remains curious. “It’s no big thing. Just wanted to surprise you,” he says, and hesitates before continuing. “I, uh, haven’t heard from you in a while, so I wasn’t sure if…maybe you were upset with me, or something, I dunno. Like, if I did something wrong.”

Abruptly, you fix your gaze on your lap, but not before Eddie sees them widen in alarm.

He peers closer at you. “Were you upset with me?”

Your blanche. “God, I’m such an asshole,” you mumble, throat tightening again.

Eddie’s thoroughly confused now, and he chuckles uncertainly. “Sorry, sweetheart, but I’m a little lost here. Why are you calling yourself an asshole?” The idea is absurd; it’s hard for him to even fathom.

You wring your hands nervously, unable to make yourself look at him. “Eddie, I — I’m sorry. That I haven’t been reaching out to you lately.” You struggle with what to say, feeling ashamed, but you force yourself to continue. “But…Marissa — from work, y’know? — she…she told me some stuff about you.”

Eddie’s insides turn to ice.

“Stupid, gossipy stuff,” the words come out in a rush now, like you’re desperate to get the truth out and over with, “most of which I didn’t even really believe, anyway, but I guess I couldn’t help feeling…anxious, after it happened? And I didn’t know how to talk to you about it, so I just…didn’t. I’m so sorry.” You take a deep breath and shake your head, frustrated at your own actions. “And then you come here today with an entire picnic, and flowers, and your guitar, and I feel like the biggest jerk on the planet. I can’t believe myself.”

Eddie falls silent for a moment, his dark eyes big and sad. It’s not what he was expecting, though he supposes he should have been anticipating something like this happening eventually. Gossip about him had improved — or affected him less, at least — when he finished school, but there were still whispers about him amongst the townies, he knew.

“What did she tell you?” he asks dully. “That I’m the spawn of Satan?”

A knot twists in your stomach. “Something like that. Of course I know that’s bullshit.”

Eddie bites the inside of his cheek. “Oh, yeah? What did she tell you that was so impressive, then?” When you flinch at his words, he cringes inwardly at his own snarkiness, and reminds himself who he’s talking to.

You scratch at a dark spot on the blanket, fidgeting under his stare. “She — she said that you were involved with someone named Chrissy, and the way she mentioned it really freaked me out.”

Upon hearing her name, Eddie’s eyes bulge with panic. Oh shit, oh shit. Low blow from Marissa. Because unlike the far-fetched devil worship accusations, there’s some substance to that rumor, no matter how convoluted the truth became. He starts to mentally scramble for a way to explain, but you continue on before he can speak.

“I guess I just couldn’t stand the thought of you having another girlfriend,” you admit guiltily. “I didn’t wanna find out, because I didn’t think I could take it, if I knew you were seeing someone else.”

That catches him off guard. “Oh, you —” Eddie fumbles with his words, “you thought that I was…dating her?”

You frown. “Well, yeah. When someone tells you ‘ask him about so-and-so’ in that kind of tone, that’s generally what comes to mind.”

Eddie blinks, then groans, and flings himself back on the blanket. He drapes one arm over his eyes, hiding the world from view. He heaves a great sigh. “Nothing like that ever happened between Chrissy and I,” he says quietly. “Never dated, never hooked up. Never even so much as kissed.”

“Oh.” You process this, wondering at her significance. “Who is she, then?”

“Just a girl in town,” he mutters. “We went to high school together.” He sighs resignedly again, and pulls his arm up, just enough so he can peek at you. “Listen, Wayne and I, we don’t have a whole lot to our names. In case that wasn’t obvious.” He snorts humorlessly. “I…used to deal, for a bit of extra cash. Help out with the rent and stuff. Did Marissa tell you that, too?”

“She did,” you affirm. “But Eddie, I don’t care about that either, I swear.”

He moves on without acknowledging your remark. “Chrissy was a cheerleader. Queen of Hawkins High, basically. And she was looking to buy one day, so we met up after school. I was just gonna sell her some pot, but she asked me if I had anything, ah, stronger.” He wets his lips with his tongue. “I didn’t usually sell harder shit to other students, but I had some Special K laying around, for my own…personal use.” He doesn’t dare look up again to see your reaction to this tidbit. “And I sold it to her…and then she disappeared.”

You stare at him. “She…disappeared?”

Eddie sits back up and nods, face hardening. “For a few days, anyway. Ran away. Her family’s got a good name, and a lot of money, but that doesn’t always make for a good home life, y’know? I don’t know what was going on with her, exactly, but she wasn’t okay. And when she skipped town, everyone pointed their fingers at me.”

He doesn’t need to elaborate; the implication is clear. Still, you ask, “What, they thought that you…did something to her?”

“Yeah,” he deadpans, staring off into the distance. “All but brought out the pitchforks and torches.”

Indignance on his behalf hits you like a truck. “Teenagers run away all the time!”

Eddie rubs his face in distress. “Yeah, they do, but when Hawkins’ golden girl is last seen entering the town freak’s trailer to buy ketamine, people tend to jump to conclusions.”

A wave of sadness washes over you, as you try to picture it in your head: they truly believed that sweet, doting Eddie was capable of hurting a young girl like that?

Eddie, who played fantasy games with kids six years his junior simply because they asked him to, and fed the strays in the trailer park, and spent many a Sunday making banana bread with his uncle? Who he chose to live with instead of moving out, because he loved him and wanted to be close in case he needed him? Was it even possible, for people to be so blind?

The very thought of it makes you sick. “That’s horrible….”

“S’okay,” he mumbles. “She came back home eventually. A little worse for wear, I heard, but she was fine. Told everyone that I had nothing to do with her leaving, or whatever happened while she was gone. But,” he shrugs, “people will believe what they wanna believe. The Munson reputation precedes me.”

You reach for his warm hand, and clasp it in yours, savoring the feel of his calloused palm against your own.

He casts you a desperate glance. “I swear I never did anything to her,” he whispers.

Your chest aches for him, and you squeeze his hand. “Of course you didn’t.”

His breathing hitches. “I guess it’s obvious,” he says, voice trembling slightly, “that there’s a lot of stuff I haven’t, um, told you about yet. And to be honest, I don’t think I’m ready to tell you all of it right now, either. But I will, someday.”

There it is. The notion that Eddie wants to be in your life long-term, and that he wants you to be in his, finally spoken.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you’re not ready to,” you reassure him quietly. “It won’t change how I feel about you, anyway. I think you’re really wonderful. I-I like you so much, Eddie.”

A silence falls over the two of you. Eddie watches the bumblebees fly lazily over the white clover dotting the lawn. You try to think of something else to say, something you can tell him that’ll make the pain go away, erase the hurt that this town has caused him. You suspect that this incident with Chrissy is just the tip of the iceberg that is Eddie’s trauma — for how long was he treated like this by those around him, and how harshly?

Before you can come up with the right words to soothe him, Eddie speaks again, his voice a little stronger. “So you, uh…heard that I was a drug-dealing cult leader, but got upset because you thought I was seeing someone else?”

At last, some brevity. You make eye contact across the blanket, and you’re relieved to see the corners of his lips have turned up into a tiny smile.

Heat blooms in your cheeks as you nod. “I did, yeah.”

He attempts husky laugh, though he still looks weary. “Damn. You got it bad, huh?”

You shrug. “What can I say? You’re a catch, Munson. I don’t think I feel like sharing.”

He hums softly, and he relaxes a little, body sagging as he finally releases some of the tension he’s been holding onto all this time. “Sorry for snapping at you,” he offers needlessly, biting at his thumbnail.

You dismiss it immediately. “Don’t apologize —”

“Nah, I get it. Hell, I wouldn’t blame you if the cult rumors or the dealing really did bother you, even. I mean, that’s some pretty jarring intel to hear from your boss about the guy you’re dating. They’re not really things people tend to look for in a partner.”

You shake your head. “I should’ve talked to you about it as soon as it happened. But it just felt so…crass to come right out and start interrogating you.” You scoot closer to him on the blanket. “You have to believe me, Eddie, I don’t care about what anyone else has to say. I feel like I know you,” you pause, and reach out with your free hand to cup his cheek, “even if I’m a little fuzzy on the details right now.”

He sucks in a quick breath, closing his eyes, and rests his face against your palm. “I have to warn you,” he says, “that if we’re together, and people know about it, then this might not be the last time someone tries to talk to you about me. And I’m asking you to — to trust that I’m not what they say I am.”

“I do,” you promise. “I trust you.”

You lean in and press a soft, quick kiss to his lips. He rests his forehead against yours, and chuckles weakly. Although the reassurance was needed, he’s feeling all too vulnerable for his liking, so he changes the subject. “You know, while we’re hashing things out here, can I ask you an unrelated question?”

You smile indulgently. “Shoot.”

“So, I guess we know now that this wasn’t really why, but Wayne told me that the reason you weren’t talking to me is because I’m up your ass all the time, and that I need to give you more space. That’s why I didn’t come sooner. I know I kind of smother you, and I was worried that maybe, maybe you needed a break from me, or something?”

Rubbing your thumb against his cheekbone, you whisper, “Oh, gosh no. You’re like…my favorite person, Eddie.” You nod shyly, as though affirming it to yourself for the first time. “Yeah. You’re the person I want to be around the most, um, at any given moment.”

Eddie blushes, and something inside of him shifts at those words, making him feel impossibly soft. “Me too,” he returns.

Your turn. “And I have a question for you, too.”

“Shoot,” he echoes.

“Were you gonna play me something on that?” You gesture to his guitar, forgotten on the grass behind him.

Eddie lets out another laugh, the most carefree one he’s uttered today. “I was. Sorry, I forgot.”

“It’s hard for me to imagine you playing acoustic music. I’m intrigued.”

Eddie grasps the neck of the guitar with one hand, and drags the instrument into his lap, situating himself into a playing position. “You’d be shocked, sweetheart. I can make just about anything sound metal.”

Your eyes sparkle wickedly. “Are you gonna play me some Joni Mitchell?”

Eddie purses his lips. “No, I was thinking KISS. It, uh, translates pretty well, actually.”

You cross your legs on the blanket, rest your elbow on your knee and tuck your hand under your chin — giving him your full attention.

“I’ll be the judge of that. Let’s hear it!”

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kvgs · 6 months

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summary: megumi x chubby fem! reader, this is fully self indulgent b/c as a chubby girl i’ve been feeling like shit about myself, megumi just being the gentleman he is

warnings: bad self image, kinda talk of ed and bad family life, suggestive….stuff

you were never good at feelings, neither is megumi. that’s what happens when you come from shitty home lives. but you knew one thing—megumi fushiguro is your best friend and you have feelings for him. feelings you cannot express without wanting to throw up or run away or curse at your parents for never showing you proper love.

plus, you’re not built like everyone else in your friend group. you’re painfully aware of this, so, megumi has to be as well.

he always says he doesn’t have a type, just an unshakable personality—nothing else matters to him. you refuse to believe that. giving yourself another excuse to hide your growing feelings for the brooding boy.

“y/n,” maki says, nudging you from your self deprecating daydream. “hm?” you hum, tugging the hem of your uniform’s skirt further down. “i asked if you wanna get food with nobara and i. get your head out of your ass,” maki lightly smacks you upside the head. a hiss falls from your mouth at the dramatic pain, your face twisting in annoyance. “megumi and yuuji are coming too. but more importantly,” maki leans in with a teasing smirk, “megumi is. the fact that you like that nimrod—“

“maki—no,” you cut her off quickly. she and nobara are the only people you’ve told directly that you like megumi. you can only assume that the others know because it’s not like you’re going at hiding it. blushing at every small thing he does for you. every small he gives you and not the others makes your heart sore. the way he remembers everything about you and has to ask maki, his own family member, when her birthday is. all basic things but things you never got as a kid.

the trio makes their way across the field and towards you guys. your hands clam up. you last saw megumi at breakfast where he insisted you eat more cereal, that there’d be a lot of training done today and you’d need the nutrients. he wasn’t wrong but you still felt guilty. “where’s panda and inumaki?” you ask, leaning to the side as you two stand up. maki smirks, “training, i assume. there the slowpokes are!” she announces as they get closer. “hey! i’m not a slowpoke!” yuuji groans as they approach.

“i am. i’m too tired. ugh,” nobara says, resting a dramatic hand against her forehead. megumi’s focus stays on you. his blue eyes are lit up unbeknownst to the both of you in a way that only light up when you’re in his sights. there’s a bit a sweat sheen across your forehead from training so hard and from the japan heat radiating off your skin. “you okay, y/n?” megumi asks with only a softness you receive. you raise an eyebrow, “yes, i’m a-okay.”

nobara huffs, “that’s great. i’m hungry. let’s go!”

you should’ve known this was gonna happen. you should’ve known when you woke up and saw what you didn’t like in the mirror. you ate near to nothing at lunch and here you are—forced into megumi’s dorm because your best friend knows when something is wrong with you. he knows when your world is about to combust and take you with it.

he’s currently on the corner of his bed, you on the other, refusing to meet his concerned blue hued eyes.

“y/n……something is up. and don’t say there’s not because we both know—“

“—that you know when something is wrong. yeah, yeah,” you huff, finally meeting his eyes. his face softens at your annoyance. you just wanna lay down and cover yourself until some bout of confidence comes over you and you can wear clothes without wanting to throw up. megumi inhales sharply, eyes shifting away from yours as he takes the chance and scoots closer to you.

“bad day?” megumi asks so low that if his room wasn’t so peaceful you wouldn’t be able to hear it. your gaze focuses on the carpet. “in what sense?” you question. megumi blinks, moving closer and closer until his thigh knocks into yours. shamelessly, his gaze wraps around you. the way your thighs sit on his bed, staring at the way your thigh high socks have your skin spilling from them. it’s sexy. you’re sexy. megumi hates me crude, he does but how you don’t find yourself sexy will always baffle him. of course he’s been attracted to other people but you—you are just everything he wants and needs.

“your brain,” he answers, forcing himself to lock onto your face again. he doesn’t regret it though. but—his heart sinks at the tears brimming your eyes. the ones that dare to stain your beautiful, chubby cheeks he’d love to lay kisses on. you snort sarcastically, “how’d you guess that one?” you sniffle. he furrows his brow, leaning back on his elbows. you turn to face him and for once you notice the way his eyes trail down your frame. you freak out. he sees it too. he finally sees it and you know it. how disgusting you are. how you’ll never be a good sorcerer because of the body you were burdened with. just like your parents said.

you wish in that moment your technique let you become as small as an ant so you could slip out of this room and never come back.

your feet hit the ground, “i’m gonna go—“

“y/n—“

“meg, i don’t wanna hear this. whatever bullshit, okay? i just—i wanna cry and be not—me,” you admit with a choked sob. megumi shoots up from his spot on the bed, hand’s subconsciously reaching out for you. your body winces, expecting something—anything except the soft touch that he holds your wrists with. “don’t wanna hear what, y/n? i just wanna help you. i’m not—i’m not the best with it and i’m sorry but i care about you,” he gulps, “a lot.” megumi shudders as he becomes vulnerable in front of his best friend. the same best friend he imagines kissing till neither one of them can breath, the same best friend he imagines losing it all to in her bed or his. the same best friend he wants to spend the rest of his life with, no matter how short or long.

“you can’t—help me, meg. no matter what i do i’ll be stuck here, in this mindset—me and you both know i’m gross—“

“what the hell are you on about?” megumi remarks offendedly, “gross? what are you saying?” you pout, the words of self deprecation circle your head but your mouth falls into an ‘o’, none of them able to fall from your mouth. it clicks for him. you think your body is gross. that’s never a way he’s heard you describe yourself. it strikes him with such a force that he might be more offended than you have ever been. he releases your wrist and you brace for impact. the agreement of your insult.

the face he adores so much refuses to look at him, only at the floor of his dorm. “y/n,” he says your name as if it might harm him. not that you’ll ever hurt him, but that the solemn look across your face might and once you look up—it strikes him in the heart like a bomb.

you’ve been silently crying while you stared at the floor. your brain feels like static and you’re surprised you even heard the call of your name with the war in your head. it’s shouting horrible things, your own brain is trying to kill you and sometimes it might be easier to let it but megumi won’t let you. no. for the first time in a while megumi has more than two people he cares about. people he feels responsible for. people he just wants to see happy and god, is your smile the one he always wants to see lit up, eyes crinkled in the corner from how ecstatic you are.

eyeliner from your makeup has fallen down your cheeks. mascara is basically gone along with the slight shine from your usual lip gloss. the things you put on everyday in hopes it’ll make you feel better about yourself. some days it does, some days it really does but other days you can’t even look at yourself in the mirror without feeling like a pig with lipstick on.

megumi exhales sharply, swallowing at the sight of your tear stained, puffy lipped face. his hands are still around your wrist but one let’s go, carefully reaching out for your face, giving you ample time to rush away from him. but—you don’t. his large hand cups your right cheek and you lean into the touch. the silence rips apart. your sobs fill his dorm room, body weak as you feel yourself give up. megumi, who isn’t good with feelings, knows he has to hold you. so, he encases you in his frame, a hand holding your head to his chest. he tries to remember what his mother or sister would do the rare times he got upset like this.

“i’m tired of it, megumi,” you cry into the dark cloth of his t-shirt. it’s your favorite shirt on him and you’re ruining it. you ruin things. just like if you tell your best friend your harboring feelings. his hand rubs your back and you wince as if he has hurt you when it ghosts past a roll that you despise. “tired of what, hon—,” he cuts the pet name off, settling for a bite of his tongue instead. only you would let such a sappy thing fall from his mouth.

you don’t hear it over how quiet it was with your sobs. you force yourself to leave his hold, already feeling cold and you wipe your tears, staring at the makeup that now coats your fingers.

“feeling like i’ll never belong. i’ll never be—girl enough because of how i look. never pretty—“

“you’re gorgeous,” megumi says so quickly that he himself doesn’t expect the confession. the worlds fall down his throat with a gulp, echoing through his head as he watches your eyes widen. your fists clench and unclench, the cycle repeats until it feels like you’re back on earth and not dreaming that those words just fell from his mouth. he takes a step closer, “y/n?”

“yeah?” you say, tearful eyes flashing down his frame. your cheeks are hot as a blush works it’s way up from your throat to them. megumi scratches the back of his neck, for once wishing he listened to nobara or yuuji’s more than likely horrible love advice. it’s better than the blank brain he has right now. no, he can’t be that desperate.

your bit of confidence dies down when he doesn’t say anything, just stares at you with a loss for words. “megumi, you don’t have to say anything to make me feel—better. i’m just expressing my—feelings. something we’re both not good at,” you comment with a nervous chuckle and another wipe of the tears that don’t seem to stop. the gears are turning internally, splitting megumi open as all the things he’s been wanting to say for months pile up in his tongue.

it physically hurts him and he curses his father wherever he is at for leaving him, causing his feelings to pain him physically.

“you’re—pretty, y/n,” megumi admits once again with a hiccup to his throat. flustered, you look anywhere but the dark haired boy. at his polaroids attached to the wall, at his books stacked on his desk. even the teddy bear you got him at one of the local fairs a couple months ago. it sits perfectly up right on his desk, right next to all his study material. something to remind him of you as he gets his school work done. your heart swells at the thought while the other half fights to beat you down again.

in a split second, his hands have dipped your face again. he’s admiring you. all the things you hate, he’ll love ten times harder. you’re gravitated to look into his eyes and when you do, your heart skips a solid two beats. it’s a look you’ve never seen in him before. or maybe never noticed.

love. lust. admiration. just a simple twinkle you’ve never seen in anyone else before.

your eyes match his, making his stomach twists as butterflies flutter from their cocoons. he can feel your skin heat up under his pale hands and he finally learns of the affect he has on you.

the tension is—intense. you’ve never been here. neither of you know what to do next. but, your lips are twitching as your gaze lands on his lips. so, you follow your heart.

your lips lock onto megumi fushiguro’s and with no hesitation, he’s pulling you in deeper. his hands find your neck, yours tug at his hair until somehow, someway you get turned around and your calves hit his bed. you whimper, pulling away breathlessly. you’re both panting but smiling. big smiles that radiate love and need. you both finally got the thing you’ve been yearning for since you’ve seen the other.

the break doesn’t last long because megumi can’t take the separation. his lips attach to yours more feverishly this time. carefully, he rests you against the bed. you disconnect for a moment, only to crawl up to his headboard with him hovering above you. his black shirt falls a bit, letting you peek under it to see his toned body. you ball the collar in your hand with a new found confidence. moans and whimpers fill the room from two inexperienced and needy people.

after what feels like a blissful forever, you pull away. his lips are swollen, coated in your mixed saliva. his hair is messy with a goofy look across your face. “fuck,” you say between pants. his elbows land on either side of your body, caging you against his bed. he’s bright pink. “you believe me now?” megumi asks, sight falling to your neck and then your pushed up breasts because anywhere is better than your eyes right now.

but—the gentleman side of him wins and he shifts from your rapid moving chest to your face. “believe what?” you question and for a second he thinks you’re joking. his face falls for a second, head nearly falling with it to the comfort of your stomach. he chuckles, “that you’re pretty, idiot,” megumi sheepishly says.

you swallow and megumi can feel your nervous breaths beneath him. “i—uh, might need a few more to just—prove it,” you tease, hands sliding around his neck once more. megumi smirks, clicking his tongue, “yeah? i think i can do that.”

“good,” you say lowly, leaning closer to him, full thighs wrapping around his torso. megumi licks his lips, “good,” he matches you tone, falling forward to land another never ending kiss on your lips.

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morgan-the-lonely-brick · 7 months

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I have thoughts about the clip and especially about Fang and generally all of the scene so yeah, an analysis-like tangent full of spoilers below cut

Out of the entire crew, I think Fang and Frenchie (especially Fang) are literally the best people to recieve comfort from. It's double true for Izzy.

Not only do they have like. The least invasive and violent trauma out of the crew, but they're both very empathetic and want to help others in distress. Even when that person isn't a particular ray of sunshine... like Izzy.

It also makes sense for Fang to be the main comforter. He knows Izzy. He's known him for a long while. And he's known Blackbeard for a long while too.

Watching him from the beginning of the clip, he seems to be the first one to notice Izzy's not feeling great. Far before the others do!

This is the first we directly see Fang in the clip and yeah he looks surprised that they're throwing loot overboard - as you should be but... even more than that he looks ALARMED. He knows something's up.

After listening to Izzy for a few seconds he is completely sure something's up. He checks in with Frenchie to know if he's seeing it too. We don't know where Frenchie is looking, but I'd assume he reciprocates the look.

Izzy stops mid-sentence. That's not like him. The others will have noticed it too now. Sure enough, here's Jim, thoroughly confused and/or taken aback at least.

Fang protection mode ACTIVATE! His first thought is to ask how Izzy's doing (i am so soft for them oh my god-) and to touch him - reassure him. Ground him.

we then get a "I'm fine, unhand me" which Fang does, to give Izzy some space and checks in again with a "you really don't seem fine". He waits for Izzy's response. He wants to make SURE Izzy's okay, or rather, is patiently waiting for him to admit that he's not.

The others join in saying that they've noticed. They've noticed how destructive his relationship with Ed is. I can't even imagine what's running through Izzy's mind at this moment. Probably like a waterfall of emotion - shame and anger and sadness and everything is too much - he's soon to break. He's trying so hard to hold it back, but he can't. He can't, when the truth is being thrown directly at his face by his own crewmates.

Frenchie comments "he's cut off at least two more of your toes hasn't he?" and Izzy almost flinches at that sentence. He quivers. That's his breaking point. And I. have to stop a bit to look at the implications of this. Form this scene at least, I understood taht when Izzy fails to make the crew follow orders, he gets physically punished. As we heard earlier: "It is your job to f-" *he stops, he shakes slightly* he's thinking about the consequences of them not following his orders - more of his toes cut off. That's horrifying. I'd start crying too, jesus...

Fang knows it's his breaking point and goes back to comfort him - even forcing it a bit on him, because he knows Izzy will struggle, but needs it. God, does he need it. He's always pushing people away, but Fang won't let him this time. He won't let himself be pushed away, because he cares. And he wants to show Izzy that he cares. So he persists.

And after only a few seconds of a very feeble struggle, Izzy accepts it. He's been strong for so long. He's been brave and hurting and isolated and repressed for so. So long. And he needs to let go. And he does. He whimpers. He sounds like a puppy who's been kicked. And he is. He is a puppy. A puppy that's been severely hurt and doesn't WANT to be hurt anymore. (god, i am weak at the knees, someone call the ambulace, i think i'm dying)

Frenchie steps in as secondary comfort to show that Izzy's really not alone in this and that none of them actually hate him. Even if he thinks he deserves it. Not even Stede's former crew hate him. That's what Frenchie represents here - to me. Fang and frenchie together show him that love isn't meant to hurt so much. It's not meant to be like this. And they also ground him in that moment. Izzy looks at Frenchie several times as he whimpers, perhaps checking in - seeing if Frenchie leaves after seeing him weak. But he doesn't. He stayes and he waits for Izzy to be okay and I think that means the world to Izzy. It means the world to me too. Izzy deserves all the comfort by this point.

Also I want to throw Edward overboard.

11/10 i need Izzy to have more hugs

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Ghostin' (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader Series)

Summary: Before dying in the Upside Down, Eddie asks Steve to take care of you. The grief coupled with your burgeoning feelings for one another may be too much for you to handle, especially when you get some shocking news.

Warnings: mentions of smut (18+ only just to be safe), Eddie's death is canon, medical issues, language, so much angst

WC: 3.9k

A/N: This is chapter one in a series I'm writing. It's heavy on the angst, but I promise it lightens up in future chapters 💚 it's based on the song "Ghostin'" by Ariana Grande and was requested by an anon, but I don't want to publish the ask because it would give away a major plot point.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“No…no! Please NO!”

Steve is snapped out of his daze, too light to be considered a slumber, by the sounds of your cries. They are nightly occurrences at this point, and he’s well-versed in handling them after seeing you struggle for the last month.

He nudges you gently, careful not to startle you further. “Y/N, wake up,” he whispers, wiping the sleep from his brown eyes. “You’re here; you’re safe.”

Your lashes flutter as you claw your way out of the nightmare, a scene set by threatening maroon clouds, deadly vines, and squawking bats with faces that open. Tears dampen your cheeks and stain your pillowcase. “Ed–Eddie?” you murmur, face falling when you realize that he’s not the warm body next to you.

Steve shakes his head, used to this routine. “No, it’s me. It’s Steve.” He’d been crashing at your apartment ever since you’d returned from the Upside Down. You didn’t want to be alone, and his parents didn’t keep tabs on where he slept, so it was the perfect arrangement. He’d been apprehensive about sharing your bed, but you’d insisted, and he couldn’t deny that it was comfier than the couch or a sleeping bag.

You’re momentarily confused; why is Steve “The Hair” Harrington sleeping next to you, and not your metalhead boyfriend? But then it all comes flooding back: Eddie pedaling frantically, makeshift shield flung across his back, you begging him to stop. The way your heart sank when he desperately tried to fend off the swarm of demobats, only to be pinned to the ground and torn apart by their barbed wire tails. His soft voice, reassuring you that he loved you, that you were the love of his life, even managing a blood-tinged smile when he said your name. And then…nothing. Only silence, disrupted by the sound of you and Dustin sobbing over his lifeless body.

“M sorry,” you mutter now; the embarrassment of being so vulnerable in front of someone you’d barely known a month ago is all-too present. “I don’t know why this keeps happening…doesn’t seem to get any better.”

Steve brushes a strand of hair from your face, hands faltering at the warmth of your skin. “You don’t need to apologize,” he tells you, just as he does every night. “What you went through…no one should ever have to deal with that.” The premise of the alternate dimension was horrific enough, let alone watching the person you love die from its creatures and then having to leave them there. Steve couldn’t imagine it.

After meeting Eddie, Steve quickly learned about his new friend’s love for you. Eddie wasn’t shy about it–wasn’t shy about most things, to be fair–but their walk in the Upside Down’s woods really cemented it. Always boisterous, Eddie’s demeanor suddenly shifted, and he struggled to meet Steve’s eyes.

“Hey, Harrington,” he’d started, picking at his fingernails anxiously. “I don’t know what’s gonna happen to us here, but, uh, if I don’t…make it, can you promise me something?”

“Don’t talk like that,” Steve said quickly. The thought of losing anyone in the party was enough to make his stomach curdle.

Eddie stopped in his tracks and grabbed Steve’s forearm. “Just listen to me.” His tone was harsher, more serious this time. “I need you to make sure Y/N is taken care of. She’s everything to me; I need to know she’ll be okay.”

Steve nodded and cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’ll do that for you.” The fear was palpable, and he tried to ease it with a joke. “Still don’t know how you managed to pull someone like her, though.” He hadn’t really noticed you before, even though you’d graduated together. He was always too wrapped up in himself, and he regretted it now that he was getting to know you.

Eddie’s laughter breaks through Steve’s thoughts. “That, my friend,” he clapped a ringed hand on Steve’s back, “will remain one of life’s greatest mysteries.”

Steve’s eyes flicker over to the alarm clock by your bedside. “It’s only 4 AM,” he says. “You can still go back to sleep.”

“I hate sleeping,” you admit quietly. “Every time I do, I’m brought back to that day. My mind just replays it over and over…I can never get a break.”

Steve’s problem is the opposite–he can’t sleep. His brain and body are constantly on edge, and any time he’s about to drift off, a surge of adrenaline kicks in and wakes him. Even keeping the nail bat by the bed doesn’t help; the dark circles and bags under his eyes prove it.

“We can just talk, if you want. About anything,” he says, scooting closer to you while maintaining a respectful distance. “Like, did I tell you how Robin kept track of all the times I struck out with girls when we worked at Scoops?”

You offer a semblance of a smile as you turn over to face him. “No, but I’d love to hear about this.”

The two of you trade stories until the sun rises hours later. Steve drags himself from the comfort of your bed, grimacing as the cool air hits his toes. He pulls on the puke-green Family Video vest and attaches his nametag, padding out to the kitchen to make some coffee. Caffeine is the only thing keeping him from passing out behind the wheel.

You follow behind him, grabbing two mugs from the cabinet. Instinctively, you reach for the Odie one before pushing it back on the shelf. Tears prick at your eyes when you think of Eddie’s matching Garfield mug, probably destroyed during Vecna’s rampage. You’d bought them at the mall together last year, too cute and cheesy to pass up.

“Actually, I think I’m gonna take mine to-go,” Steve tells you, plucking a travel mug from the pile. “Are you gonna be okay?”

You nod as you add a spoon of sugar to your drink. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” You squeeze his hand, leaving shivers shooting down his spine. “Gotta get ready for work, too.” Your boss had given you a week of bereavement leave, but you’d been back for a bit. Being a receptionist at Hawkins Dental wasn’t too stressful, save for a few obnoxious patients, but it was still hard going through the motions of your daily routine like nothing happened. Like your heart hadn’t been ripped out of your chest and discarded in the Upside Down.

Steve stumbled into Family Video, giving Robin a bleary-eyed smile as he took his place behind the counter. She sighs, exasperated, at the sight of her exhausted friend.

“Keith won’t be in for another two hours if you wanna get some rest,” she says softly, nodding towards the break room. “I can cover for you.”

“Nah, I’m good now,” he replies, shaking the empty coffee cup for emphasis. “But thank you.” He places it down and starts checking in the returned movies. “How’ve you been dealing with…everything?”

Robin nods slowly before allowing her facade to falter. “Awful,” she admits. “Sometimes, I feel those vines wrapping around me. I’m still in shock that we made it out, y’know?” Steve puts an arm around her shoulder and pulls her close. “How’re you and Y/N?”

He shrugs, grabbing the VHSes to place them back on their shelves. “I don’t sleep and she has nightmares. This morning she…she thought I was Eddie again. Just for a second, but she was so happy. And then, when she realized it was me…”

“Steve,” Robin places her hand on his back. She recognizes the heartbroken look on his face. “I didn’t want to ask this but…do you have, like, feelings for her?” Steve just cocks an eyebrow, a warning for her to stop, but Robin plows on. “Look, I get it. We all still think of her as Eddie’s girl. But it’s okay if you’re having feelings for her. It doesn’t make you a bad person. Or friend.”

Steve relents, burying his head in his hands. “Then why do I feel like a piece of shit? Like I’m trying to steal her away from him? Not that it matters,” he adds hastily. “I think she’ll always be in love with Eddie.”

“Give her time,” Robin reassures him. “It’s only been about five weeks. Until she’s ready to date again,” she gives him a pointed look, taking some cassettes from his hand and reshelving them, “promise me you’ll take care of yourself, too. Eddie wouldn’t have asked you to look after her if he thought you’d be compromising your own health.”

He nods, making his way to the breakroom. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that nap,” he says. “But, um, Robs?”

“Yeah?”

“Please don’t tell anyone about this. I don’t wanna confuse her or make her feel uncomfortable.”

“Of course.” Robin isn’t usually known for her secret-keeping skills, but she knows how important it is for both you and Steve to heal before confronting more major feelings. “Go rest now.”

“Aye aye, captain.” Steve gives a half-hearted salute. When he sleeps, he dreams about kissing you, cradling your face in his hands, the softness of your lips pulling him in deeper. And when he breaks away, he looks up to see Eddie standing there, hurt and shock written all over his face.

You get home around 5:30 PM, and while your legs feel like sandbags, you drag yourself to the kitchen to cook dinner. You can’t stomach another night of takeout, especially given Hawkins’ limited options. You fill a pot with water and put it to boil, rummaging through your cabinet for a box of pasta. Steve has been coming over for dinner, so you make the whole box. The man is a bottomless pit; it completely juxtaposes your lack of appetite. You bite back nausea as you twist open a jar of marinara sauce. All you want is to throw yourself under the covers and cry yourself to sleep, but Steve will just worry about you if you don’t at least try to eat.

The queasiness doesn’t subside as you walk into the bedroom, even though you no longer smell the pasta or sauce. Overwhelming flashes of heat surge through your body, and you start to strip off your polo shirt that’s already begun clinging to your sweat-soaked torso. That minor exertion of energy drains you immediately as lightheadedness sets in. Spots dance before your eyes and your knees buckle. The last thing you remember is trying to maneuver your hands out in front of you to brace your fall.

“Y/N? Y/N, oh my God!” The sound of Steve’s frantic voice stirs you. You try to push yourself up, but you can’t withstand any kind of pressure on your hand. “Ow,” you hiss, pulling it to your chest. Your wrist is swollen, and you realize that it must be broken. Better that than my head, you suppose.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks, gingerly helping you sit up. “Let me get you some water. Did you eat enough today?”

“M fine,” you mutter, “‘s just my wrist.” His eyes widen when he takes notice of it.

“C’mon, we gotta get you to the hospital. You’ll probably need a cast; we can put some ice on it in the meantime to get that swelling down.”

“All right, Florence Nightingale,” you tease him gently. It feels good to joke; even better to make Steve laugh. “Oh, shit–the food on the stove…” After you give another failed attempt to stand, Steve puts his hand on your shoulder.

“Wait here,” he instructs. “I’ll turn everything off and help you up.” You slump back, clutching your aching wrist to your chest. Once again, Steve Harrington is picking up your broken pieces, and you have nothing to offer in return.

“Does it hurt?” Steve briefly lets his gaze drift from the road to your wrist, which currently has a bag of frozen peas wrapped around it.

“Just a little,” you say through gritted teeth.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m okay, Steve. You don’t have to worry about me.” You let out a sigh, sinking back against the seat. “I feel bad that you worry about me so much. I feel bad that you’re always helping me.”

Steve’s brows furrow in confusion. “I don’t mind. That’s what friends do: drive to the hospital when they get hurt, help them defeat evil creatures in a parallel universe; you know, the usual stuff.”

His goofiness makes you giggle despite the pain emanating from your hand and the seriousness of the situation.

“There’s that smile!” he says proudly. He pulls into the hospital parking lot and shuts off the car. “And before you argue, I’m waiting with you. The only thing worse than the injury is the boredom. They never even play anything good on the TV!”

“When we came to visit Max, they were showing a badminton game. Who the hell watches badminton?” Your grin widens as he laughs with you.

“Sounds like some shit my dad’s country club buddies play,” he rolls his eyes as he opens your door for you and walks you to the ER doors. “D’you need help filling anything out?”

You shake your head. “Lucky for me, I didn’t land on my dominant hand.” You twist your good wrist back and forth. “See? Good to go.”

Steve stifles a chuckle, crossing his right leg over his left thigh. He insists on taking your completed forms back up to the receptionist, despite you telling him you were perfectly capable of doing it yourself.

Two hours pass before a nurse finally calls your name. Both you and Steve stand up, but she shoos him away. “We are only allowing patients in at the moment due to our full capacity.” He nods; though the “earthquake” happened just over a month ago, Hawkins residents are still dealing with injuries and residual effects from smoke inhalation.

“I’ll be waiting here if you need me,” he tells you, and you give him a smile as the nurse leads you to triage. She takes your vitals, avoiding your delicate wrist, before leading you to a curtained-off bed, where another scrubbed-up woman is waiting.

“We’ll just need to do some blood tests; cross our t’s and dot our i’s before the x-ray, okay hon?” She doesn’t look up from her clipboard. Her bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired; everything about her is stiff and stale. You hold out your arm for the phlebotomist, wincing slightly as the needle pinches your skin. She promises to return quickly with the results.

Back in the waiting room, Steve finds himself drifting off to sleep. He tries to fight it in case you need him, but exhaustion overtakes him. It’s a losing battle. His dream doesn’t involve Eddie’s disapproving glare, though he’d prefer that to the nightmare that wracks his brain. He’s staring straight at Vecna, inhaling the sulfuric smell of the Upside Down with each panting breath. He braces himself in a set stance to hurl the molotov cocktail at the heinous creature, but realizes that his hands are empty.

“Robin? Nancy?” he calls out, voice barely above a whisper, but his friends are nowhere to be found. He’s all alone, defenseless and at Vecna’s mercy. “Dustin? Eddie? Y/N?” The chances of the three of you being in the Creel house are minimal, and the resounding silence confirms his worst fears. Vecna advances towards him, and Steve cowers behind a pillar, awaiting his fate.

He’s startled awake by the person sitting next to him, just as Dream Steve is about to die.

“Dude, shut up,” the guy growls. “Go wait in your car if you’re gonna make noise while you sleep, Jesus.”

“S-sorry, man,” Steve stutters. He sits up and rubs his eyes, exhaling slowly. Guess that’s the last of me sleeping in public, he thinks with a grimace. Life was so much simpler before he got involved with all of this.

But then you wouldn’t have met Y/N, he reasons. And though he’d started looking after you because Eddie had asked him to, he continues to do so because he genuinely wants to. Bringing you comfort and making you smile means the world to him. And your laugh? It’s like music to his ears. Damn, Robin was right–he was down bad.

Maybe one day, I’ll tell her. Once she stops wishing I was Eddie when she wakes up. Then I’ll tell her.

You’re waiting for the nurse to come back to bring you for your x-ray, sitting on the examination table and swinging your legs. Your nausea has mostly subsided; now, your stomach is loudly grumbling. Pasta still sounds unappealing, but maybe you can manage soup and a few Saltine crackers. If only this grumpy nurse would put a move on it, and you’d be home snuggling under your blankets. Steve would probably watch a movie with you; you’ll let him pick since he’s been doing so much for you.

After what seems like ages, the nurse shuffles over to you. “Your bloodwork results are in,” she announces. “Everything looks good; no anemia or anything of the like. Unfortunately, we will not be able to perform the x-ray, for the safety of your baby.”

You let out an incredulous laugh. “My…baby? I don’t have a baby,” you tell her. “I’m only nineteen!”

She flips through your chart. “The pregnancy test we ran came back positive,” she says, frowning. “When was your last menstrual period?”

“It was…” you think back, and your mouth goes dry when you realize it was mid-March. “A few weeks before the earthquake,” you choke out.

“I see,” she continues. “That would put you at around ten weeks pregnant.” She makes a note on your chart before pressing on. “And have you had any other pregnancy symptoms? Nausea, fatigue, mood swings, food aversions?”

All of them, you think miserably. You had chalked everything up to stress and grief, but the truth was so blatantly obvious that now you felt foolish. You nod dumbly as she writes it down. You and Eddie had been so careful, always using protection. The only exception was that one night, between visits to the Upside Down. Eddie pulled you into an empty bedroom in the Wheeler house, tears pricking at his eyes.

“I need you,” he’d said. He was trembling when he spoke to you. “I’m s’fucking scared. Just need to be as close to you as I can.”

You’d kissed him, gently but passionately. His hands slid under your shirt as he brought your body even closer to his. His tongue parted your lips as you both fell onto the bed, clothes tossed onto the floor haphazardly. Eddie’s nose nudged your own, a mixture of your tears and his staining your cheeks.

“I love you,” he’d managed between sobs, pushing into you with a soft hiss. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Whatever happens tonight, I want you to know that.”

A small moan escaped your lips as he filled you entirely. “Nothing’s gonna happen,” you reassured him, though your confidence had lowered considerably since actually seeing the monsters that awaited your return. “We’ll be fine. You’re gonna graduate, move into my apartment, and we can finally begin our lives together.”

But it was like Eddie didn’t hear you, like he already knew none of that would happen. “Jus’ hold me, please,” he whispered, fingers digging into the small of your back.

You’d wrapped your arms around him, murmuring, “My beautiful, beautiful boy. It’s only ever been you, only ever will be you.” You brush his curly hair out of his eyes as the two of you work in tandem, focusing only on each other. There was no time to worry about birth control with the potential end of the world just hours away.

“You still have options, but you don’t have much time to make a choice.” The nurse's voice breaks your trance. She hands you a list of providers, giving you the closest expression to a comforting smile she’s shown all evening. “Whichever decision you make, just know it will be the right one.”

Your good hand instinctively flies to your stomach. The fact that there’s a little Eddie in there leaves you breathless. There’s no evidence of a bump yet, but at ten weeks along, you know it’s not far off. You’re carrying Eddie’s baby, and he’s not even alive to be there for you. Had to be a goddamn hero for a town that hated him, neglecting to notice that he’d be leaving behind the love of his life.

The nurse wraps your arm in a sling, and you make your way back out to the waiting room. Steve jumps up as soon as he sees you enter.

“Verdict?” he asks, grimacing at the bandage. “You gonna need an amputation?”

Normally, you’d laugh at his silly joke, but you can’t manage it. “‘S all good,” you say, unable to meet his eye. There was no way he could know about your pregnancy. Not because he’d run away screaming; just the opposite, actually. He’d want to continue doting on you and your unborn child, and you couldn’t take any more. You were so tired of being his pathetic little pity case. No, you and Eddie had gotten yourselves into this, and since Eddie wasn’t here, you had to deal with it by yourself.

The drive back to your apartment is silent, which Steve chalks up to you having a long day. He pulls into his usual parking spot–management might as well reserve it for him at this point–and pauses before turning off the ignition.

“Don’t worry about dinner; I can run out and grab fast food or something,” he tells you.

“Actually, I think you should go home,” you blurt out. “I want to be alone tonight.”

To your surprise, he looks crestfallen; you’d thought he’d be relieved to get a break from your night terrors. “Okay…I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

You shake your head. “We’ve been spending a lot of time together, and maybe we should try to get through this without each other.” The words hurt as they leave your lips, but the thought of him, not Eddie, getting you through your pregnancy is too harsh to bear.

“Did I do something to upset you?” he muses. “If I did, I’m really sorry…” You can practically see the cogs turning as he tries to figure out what he did wrong.

“No, Steve, it’s…” What could you possibly say to him? It’s not you, it’s me? Or, more accurately: it’s not you, it’s the unborn child I have with my dead boyfriend? “It’s just a lot right now, and…and I need a little space.” Still cliche, but you can’t muster up a better excuse.

Steve drops his gaze to the gearshift. “Yeah, sure,” he mumbles. “Um, I guess, let me know if you need me.”

I won’t. “I will,” you lie easily, dashing through the doors before you start to cry in front of him.

Steve watches as you leave his car, confusion written all over his face. He had one job—to take care of you for Eddie—and he’d failed without even knowing. He slams his hands against the steering wheel. “Fuck!” he cries out. He throws the car in reverse and speeds away, fury and tears blurring the road in front of him.

In the comfort of your apartment, you finally sit down on your bed, relishing in the silence and familiarity. “It’s just you and me, little bean,” you whisper down to your still-flat belly. “We’re gonna get through this together.”

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Boy For All Seasons

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After that it became rare for the boys not to see each other. Steve always dropped off and picked up the kids from Hellfire but now he came inside and chatted with Eddie while they packed up. Eddie was now a glorified employee of Family Video often helping Steve and Robin put back tapes while they talked about whatever came to mind. Before long, Thanksgiving weekend had arrived.

"Hey Stevie, how many Harringtons do you guys manage to fit in that big house of yours this time of year?"

"What do you mean, Eds?"

"Ya know, for Thanksgiving, oh or do you guys do the visiting, I guess a lot of y'all have big houses. Do you take turns?"

"Um, no, we used to visit my grandma but we haven't since she died when I was little, I think my parents are in Fiji this year."

"But then how do you have Thanksgiving dinner?"

"I...don't, just watch the football game and have a couple beers."

"Well, I'm sure Wayne would love someone who understood the game this year."

"You, you want me to join you for Thanksgiving?"

"Of course, Stevie, besides I'm pretty sure Wayne is signing the adoption papers as we speak."

Steve laughed, "He's known me for like three weeks, Eddie."

"Yeah, and? He's gotta get in quick, knows Dustin's mom's aiming for ya."

Steve smiles, "Ok Eds, I'll be there, but you better not have some turkey costume stocked away."

"Wouldn't dream of it, plus the church already borrowed it."

That weekend Steve was welcomed into the home of the Munsons.

"I brought pie," Steve said wrapped in a soft sweater when Eddie answered the door.

"You know you didn't have to bribe me, sweetheart, but it is much appreciated," Eddie replied taking the pie as Steve stepped inside.

"Game started yet?"

"Not yet, which side you rooting for, son?"

"Lions all the way, I have some pride after all. Better not be putting on the Cowboys game either."

Eddie barely understood what had been said but the look on Wayne's face made it clear this was the right answer. Eddie finished up dinner while gazing foundly at the two men on the couch. The air was warm and comfortable despite the time of year, if Eddie allowed himself to dream it felt like family, but he didn't want to get his hopes up just yet.

The three of them crowded round the too small table for dinner, Wayne making a little speech as he carved the turkey. They went around and said what they were thankful for this year.

"I'm thankful for the plant giving me a bonus so we could have this beautiful bird tonight."

"I'm thankful for Stevie for allowing me not to have to watch the game again this year."

"I'm thankful for both of you having me here tonight."

"We wouldn't want you anywhere else, Steve."

Later, after they'd shared pie around and it was time for Steve to head back home, Eddie stopped him.

"Hey, it's late why don't you just crash here?"

"That would be great actually if it's not too much trouble?"

"Course not."

"If you have a spare blanket I can just take the couch."

"Nonsense, my bed has plenty of room, c'mon."

Eddie's bed certainly did not have plenty of room for two fully grown boys, but neither of them complained as they lay back to back. Eddie was quick to fall asleep with his bed being nice and warm. For once, he woke up early the next day and was blessed with Steve curled into his chest, a relaxed look gracing his face. Eddie knew then it was too late, his hopes were up and he just hoped they wouldn't be left to fall.

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Talk to Me - Will Halstead

Requested: yes

Word count: 479

Warnings: mention of a big car accident but like, barely

A/n: sorry it’s short I didn’t wanna give a whole spiel about her job etc yeah

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[“i swear that if you don’t get down here and let me take care of you i will make your life hell!”]

Will Halstead was a stubborn motherfucker. He always has been, always will be. At work he didn’t stop his ideas from happening just because someone said no. He did what he had to.

At home he stuck his ground if he had an idea on what to have for dinner or what movie to watch. More importantly, he didn’t drop it when he could tell you were having a bad day. When he could see the frown tugging on your lips.

In fact, everytime you pulled away from him, instead retreating to the balcony to your apartment with a mug in your hand that once had hot chocolate in it but was now empty.

He hated not being able to hold you. To be able to tell you it would be okay. He knew being a firefighter meant seeing hard things. He’d seen his fair share of things in the ED and that’s not even the scene of it all.

“Baby, please talk to me.” His hand just lightly graced the sliding door’s handle, a worried look on his face. You simply waved him off, your mind farther away than usual.

After some crazy person drove the wrong way onto the highway and caused a huge pileup, you saw some shit you couldn’t get out of your mind. Your chief had called that shift quits and sent you home early. Not even making it through the night.

Will sighed heavily, leaning his head against the glass, his frustration at being shut out overtaking, “Y/n, if you don’t come in here and let me take care of you I’ll make your life a living hell.” He grumbled, poking his head through the door.

Lightly you smiled, knowing it was barely visible as you stood, going over to the taller man. “Will, there’s nothing you can do. But I love you for trying.” You spoke softly, arms going around his waist.

“Please let me try. You can talk to me. Cry on my shoulder if you need to. Just please, stop bottling it up before it gets out of hand.” He brought a hand to your cheek, worry flushed in his eyes.

You felt it in his touch, how gentle his fingertips felt on your skin, how he leaned his forehead just slightly against yours.

Honestly it made you feel horrible. Were you wrong for shutting him out? It’s not like you don’t talk to the chaplain once or twice a week, (more if needed). But maybe leaning on him wouldn’t be too horrible.

In the midst of your thinking, tears had sprung to your eyes, daring to fall as Will gave you the softest look known to man kind. “Baby..”

“It was horrible.” Your voice low as a sob was choked out, falling face first into Will’s chest as you finally let go of everything you’d been holding in.

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Robbers, forever? 🖤 matty healy x reader

CHAPTER 1

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summary: Y/n and Matty break each other's hearts multiple times over the years, yet they find themselves unable to stay away from each other... and this is the beginning of their love story 🖤 authors note: This story is inspired by some of my fondest memories shared with an ex (but I've made some changes to better align the story with Matty's character), and each chapter is accompanied by poems I've written about that relationship. I've posted them on my poetry blog, so just click on the links you'll find in the chapters:) Hope you enjoy it as much as I do 💘 (i think it's so cuuuute) word count: 2,6 k warning: y/n struggles with a restrictive ed in the first few chapters (but it's just kinda mentioned in the diary entry at the beginning)

August 2012

Dear Diary, I wish I were stronger. I wish I could beat this illness, but I just can't. Every time I try to recover, I fail. I've been doing so well in the last few months, but it's always the same. As soon as I'm doing better I mess it up again. Why do I keep lying to myself? "I'm in control." "Just one more day." "I can stop if I want to." But I never do. A day turns into a week, and suddenly weeks have passed, and I can't control it anymore.

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Y/n sat in her living room, having some dinner while watching the news. As she glanced at her phone, she noticed an incoming call from an unknown number.

After considering it for a moment, Y/n became curious, so she decided to answer. "Hello?"

"Y/n?", a male, familiar voice asked.

"Matty?", she asked slightly confused, immediately recognizing the man on the phone.

"Surprised?"

"Uhm... yeah, kind of, I guess. Haven't heard anything from you in ages. How've you been?"

Matty and Y/N have known each other from school. After they graduated a few years ago, they sometimes still bumped into each other in town, enjoying a nice chat and updating each other about their busy, somewhat messy adult lives. Though their paths seemed to cross every once in a while, they never really tried to stay in touch.

"Great, actually," he answered. "George and I got a bit bored, so I was wondering if maybe you wanna hang out with us?"

"Hang out with you?"

"Yeah, we'd pick you up."

"Okay, let me get this straight," the girl stated. "You and George got bored..."

"Yep."

"and out of all the things you could do, you chose to ask me if I want to hang out with you?"

"Now what's wrong with that?" Matty asked, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, to call someone you have never called before, asking them to hang out on a casual Thursday.

"Well, I don't kn... Wait! Where did you get my number from?"

"Doesn't really matter, does it?"

"It does matter somehow."

Suddenly, the sound of a car horn made Y/N jump.

"Nah. We're here by the way. You're coming?"

"Matty! It's 9:30; I'm already in my pajamas!" she exclaimed.

Matty laughed. "I don't care what you're wearing."

"And who even gave you my address?"

"Just get your ass out here!" he snickered into the phone. "Now!"

"You're insufferable!"

"Yeah, I know," he shrugged it off with a smirk.

"Give me at least a sec to put some clothes on." Not waiting for an answer, she hung up. Despite her confusion about Matty's suspicious call, she changed into a pair of jeans and a hoodie, quickly grabbing her jacket and keys as she went downstairs to leave the house.

Matty sat on the passenger seat of George's car, his arm casually dangling out of the open window. "Hi, Y/n!" he greeted her with a big smile on his face, causing y/n's bewilderment to grow.

"Hi, Y/n!" George called from the drivers seat.

"Hi...", she hesitantly answered, shyly waving her hand toward his direction.

"Come on, get inside!" Matty said excitedly.

"Matty, I still don't kn..."

"Sshhh!" he cut her off, pressing his index finger on his lips. "It'll be fun. I promise."

Y/n opened the door and placed herself on the backseat, putting on her seatbelt as George started the engine, ready to drive off.

"How are you Y/n?" Matty asked.

"Uhm.. fine, I guess. Bit tired. I have work tomorrow."

"Are you still working as a nurse, Y/n?" George asked.

"Yes, I am. How's your music thing going?"

"Absolutely amazing", Matty answered immediately. "We're currently working on our first album. It's gonna be a fuckin' banger, isn't it George?"

"Oh, definitely!", George added.

"That's cool. I'm so happy for you guys. Can't wait to hear it," Y/n grinned.

"You're gonna be the first to hear it when it's done.", Matty beamed.

George shook his head, trying to hide a chuckle as he glanced over to the overly excited Matty. "What?" Matty reacted.

"Nevermind," George now laughed.

Matty shook his curls out of his face. "Idiot."

"Where are we driving?" Y/n asked as she slowly got more comfortable in the presence of her old classmates.

"I don't know," both Matty and George stated in unison, looking at each other as neither of them had a clue about their destination.

"Maybe we can park the car over there," Matty pointed towards and empty parking space he randomly saw.

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After George parked the car, Matty quickly left the car to open the door for Y/N.

Their gaze locked for a moment, as she looked up at him from her seat "Uhm.. thank you," she chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're welcome," he waved it off. "Don't mention it."

George rolled his eyes at Matty's silly behaviour. "Ouch!" he squeaked, as Matty stabbed him with his elbow.

"Ah look! A church," Matty stated as the three of them were heading towards one of the city's churches. "Quite stunning, isn't it?"

"It's just a church, mate," George raised an eyebrow at his best friend.

"Shall we sit down on that bench over there? Hope I won't go up in flames. Wouldn't that be fun, huh?" Matty asked.

A slight chuckle left Y/n lips, as she realized that going outside with Matty and George wasn't as bad as she expected. She was actually glad that she picked up that call. A little bit of distraction from her mind and her self-destructive thoughts had been long overdue.

"Do you smoke, Y/n?"

"Nah, it's disgusting."

George threw his head back in heavy laughter before patting Matty's shoulder, who looked at him in his usual clumsy way.

"What is it with you today, George?" Matty asked, shaking his head. "You're acting kinda weird."

"Me? No idea what you're talking about," he kept on laughing.

Y/n was still standing in front on the bench, while only the two boys were sitting.

"Anyway," Matty looked away from George, turning his face toward Y/n. "You know you can actually sit down here beside me." Matty said as his curls were dangling in his eyes again. He pushed them aside with his hand as he continued, "We don't bite, you know?"

"Well, I certainly won't," George still couldn't get over whatever he was laughing about. "But I wouldn't be so sure about Matty."

Matty kicked his foot against George's. "I'm sorry about him. He's usually not like that."

"It's okay, I'd rather keep standing. I just wish I knew what he's laughing about, so I could join in," the blonde girl chuckled.

"No, I think it'd best if he kept it to himself", Matty said with a pointed look at George, his tone firm, implying he should refrain from sharing the source of his amusement. "... wouldn't it, George?"

"Ookayy... this is... weird," Y/n said while observing the two musicians, trying to figure out what was going on.

Matty knew why George was enjoying himself this much, but he didn't want anyone else to know, especially not Y/n. He instantly started to regret that he had told his long kept secret to his best friend earlier that day, since George was on his best way of ruining Matty's well-thought-out plan.

George cleared his throat as he finally pulled himself back together. "Mh, mh...," he hummed. After lighting his own fag he handed the lighter over to Matty so he could light his.

Y/N watched as he blew the smoke out, which slowly meandered all over his face before evaporating into the cold, dark night. As he slowly opened up his eyes, their glances met for a second but she looked down at her feet immediately, to avoid having any more eye contact.

"I kinda miss going to school with you guys," Matty informed them. "Do you miss it too sometimes?"

"Nah, certainly not," George answered, but Matty's eyes were fixed on Y/n.

"Yeah, I do," Y/n chuckled. "Do you know who I miss the most?"

"No, who?" Matty asked, before he quickly added "Ah, no, wait! I know it!"

Y/n raised her eyebrow, waiting for his answer.

"It's me!"

George and Y/n looked at each other before bursting out in laughter.

"Oh damn, Matty. I wish I had an ego as big as yours," Y/n snickered.

"Yeah, well... okay. Who is it then?", Matty shrugged.

"It's Mr. Miller. I kinda miss his bad jokes"

"Haha, yeah, he was such a pervert, though."

"Yeah, I know. That's what made it so funny," she answered.

"I mean, he was only that funny because his jokes were so bad. Ridiculous." George added, slightly chuckling under his breath.

"Wait... doesn't he live over there?" The girl turned around, pointing towards a house across the street from the church.

"Uhm..," Matty thought for a moment before he continued "Yes! He does! He told us about the annoying chimes of the bell tower right in front of his house, didn't he?"

"Yeah, he did. Wow, that's amazing. Come on, let's see if he's home," not even waiting for a response, she started to make her way across the street to Mr. Miller's house.

"Y/n!" Matty whisper-screamed, "Are you insane? It's half 10. He's probably in bed already, shagging his wife or something."

George laughed at Matty's words. "I'm in. This is fun. Come on Matty. Don't be such a wimp." He stood up from the bench they were sitting on, walking over to Y/n.

Matty was still sitting on the bench, his arms crossed in front of his chest like a little kid left behind by his parents.

"Matty!" Y/n turned around to call him once again. "Get your ass up!"

Matty rolled his eyes before he got up, slowly strolling over the street to where is friends stood.

"Who's gonna ring the doorbell?" George asked, looking at Matty, who immediately responded in denial. "Don't look at me like that! I won't do it."

"And you want to call yourself a man? Pathetic." Y/n snapped in annoyance.

Surprised but kind of impressed by her answer, the two boys looked at each other and shrugged.

"I'll do it then," y/n informed them before she rang the doorbell at Mr. Miller's front door.

After waiting for a few seconds with no answer, she decided to ring the bell again.

"I think no one's home.", George said.

"I told you he's under his wife!", Matty stated.

Y/n chuckled as she looked at Matty to respond "Yeah Matty, you might be right. Let's leave then."

"I'm always right. Don't know why no one's ever listening to me," he said as they walked back to their bench across the street.

Now it was only George who sat down again, while Y/n and Matty stood in front of the bench.

"Imagine..," y/n started as she turned around to face Matty "like what if they were really in there..."

"They were!" Matty interrupted her. "Believe me."

They both chuckled in unison at their silly and dirty imagination. As Matty sought eye contact again, she tried to cover up her mouth with her hand, feeling a bit insecure. This time, she didn't look away but locked her gaze with his, looking up at the curly-haired man. Suddenly, something seemed to click in her. The sound of his laughter touched her soul like rays of sunshine, covered in sweet melodies. Like the myelin sheath of axons, allowing them to reach her ears even faster than the speed of light. She didn't yet know that this exact moment would change her life forever. That this exact moment was the start of a series of memories she would never get rid of. She didn't yet know that if a magical creature offered her to relive one day of her life, she would unhesitatingly choose this one.

If she had known all this, she probably would have held onto this moment longer. Maybe her question would have been something like 'Can we stay a bit longer?' or 'Can we make this night last forever?'

But instead, she said "Can we go home now? I'm kinda freezing, and I have to get up very early tomorrow."

"Yeah, sure thing," Matty said. And even though he wanted this rather intimate moment between the two of them to last forever or at least a little bit longer, he slowly loosened his gaze from hers. "George? Come on, off we go."

George stood up, and they slowly walked back to the car, neither of them saying a word. It seemed as if something magical lingered in the air. George had noticed that something had happened between Y/N and his best friend — something that changed the entire atmosphere around them, adorning it with a sweet, metaphorical scent.

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As Matty was about to open the car door, Y/n stopped him. "Look! There's a firefly!"

"Where?" Matty asked, wildly looking around.

"Right there, in your hair," she pointed up to his messy curls. "Wait, don't move." She carefully reached out her finger to his hair, trying to let the little firefly crawl onto it.

"It's so cute, isn't it?" she asked, showing him the insect on her finger.

"It is. I've never actually seen one before. Have you?" he asked while admiring the glowing creature on Y/n's finger.

"No, I haven't."

"Look, there's another one," Matty stated as he pointed his finger in the air next to Y/n's face.

Just a few seconds later, they found themselves surrounded by hundreds of fireflies, their gentle glow illuminating the dark night around them.

George was already sitting in the car as he rolled down the window, curious why his friends were still standing outside of the car. "What's going on out there?" he asked.

Done admiring the fireflies, Y/n and Matty got in the car. "Man, you missed out on something. About a million fireflies were out there!" Matty exaggerated.

"Oh really? I see them all the time in my garden," George answered casually as he started driving.

"You must be kidding!" Matty stated in surprise.

"No, like literally almost every single night!" he laughed and kept on driving towards Y/n's house to drop her off.

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When George stopped the car in front of Y/n's house, she unbuckled her seatbelt, getting ready to leave the car.

"So, uhm... it was nice to hang out with you, guys," Y/n said.

"Yeah..." Matty started before he was cut off by George.

"Yeah, Y/n. I'm pretty sure Matty liked it too," George teased, wriggling his eyebrows.

"Thank you, George," Matty rolled his eyes at him. "But I think I can speak for myself, can't I? I'm a big boy, I suppose." He turned around to face Y/n in the backseat. "So, yeah. I loved it. It was fun. Maybe we can hang out again at the weekend?"

"Yes, I'd love that," she shyly smiled in response.

"Great."

"Okay. Well, goodnight then," she said, opening the door to get out of the car. "See ya, guys!"

"Bye, Y/n!" George waved.

"See ya!" Matty called out of the open window as she was already out of the car, opening her front door, waving goodbye with a smile on her face.

After she disappeared into the house, Matty immediately turned around, confronting George. "You fuckin' idiot!"

"What? What have I done now?" George laughed.

"George, I'm telling you...," Matty warned him. "If you ruin this..."

"I won't ruin anything, mate. I think you need to settle down a bit. Tonight went quite well, didn't it?"

"Yeah... Yeah, I think so," Matty looked outside the window, his tired head resting on his hand, his mind replaying the evening's events like scenes from a movie...

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yn-ymn-yln · 2 years

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Confessions

Eddie Munson x reader

Word count: 755

Request: eddie munson x reader with the prompts, “i like you,” and, “don’t do that to yourself.” bonus points if it’s eddie saying, “don’t do that to yourself.” ♡

*Yo I freaking LOVED writing this, I hope you enjoy it love!!!!!!*

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“I like you.” Eddie’s sure if the earth could take a break from it’s endless turning then it must have. Brows furrowed he checks the time on his watch, positive he must be stuck in some fucked up reality or dream.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.” His bemused tone would normally send you into a fit of giggles, now however, it has your stomach twisting in knots.

“I like you okay… I know I shouldn’t, I know you’re my best friend, but I do.”

Silence.

Every second that passes without so much as a breath from the metal head before you has your heart plummeting lower. You retract your gaze from his own as it stretches, nails becoming the center of your attention. How had Dustin convinced you this was a good idea again?

“You know what, forget I said anything. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Like a deer in headlights, Eddie doesn’t move a muscle. Not as you reach the door to his trailer, or when your footsteps sound down the stairs. He only jolts into action when the flimsy, rusted screen door slams closed, his body moving of its own accord.

“Wait!” You don’t dare turn around, tears flooding your cheeks, eyes red and irritated, you know you look pathetic.

“What?” His hands are rough on your shoulders. When he had gotten so close is beyond you but you jerk out of his reach none the less.

“You can’t like me.” Whipping around at his words, you scoff, fists clenching uselessly at your sides. Eddie swears rage and heartbreak have never looked more beautiful.

“Fuck you, Munson.”

“No! You don’t understand!” Frustration radiates from Eddies bones, more than anything he wants to hold you, brush away every tear that litters your pretty face, but he won’t do that to you. “You can’t like me…Don’t do that to yourself.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He laughs bitterly at the ground, eyes rolling at your lack of awareness, maybe you just refused to see it.

“Christ Y/n, you really want to be known as the person who fucked the freak?” He gesticulates wildly, as if the movement will make his point clearer.

“W-what?”

“You think people will just let that shit slide?” His words continue as he goes off on a tangent, hands tightening in his hair as he tries to explain his thought process.

“I don’t give a fuck about what they say! I’ve been friends with you for years Eddie, the time for caring about some assholes pointless opinion has long since passed.” You deflate as the fight leaves you, body trying to close in on itself where you stand. “If you don’t like me back, fine. But don’t give me some bullshit excuse. Just say it.” Try as you might to force the sentence out through the lump in your throat, your voice still shakes violently.

“Sweetheart… don’t cry, please.” You’re wrapped in his arms in an instant, warmth from his chest seeping into you, his scent surrounding and flooding your senses. Any reservations Eddie may have had are thrown out the window when he sees the hurt on your face. “How could I not like my pretty best friend? Especially when they put up with my bullshit and help me even though I don’t deserve it.” You run your hands under his leather jacket then, fists clenching his hellfire shirt for dear life, nose finding a home in his neck.

“You always deserve it, Eddie.”

“Yeah?” You nod.

“Always.” He hums in acknowledgement as his hand finds the back of your head, thumb running soothingly over the surface. “I love you Eds.” The words aren’t new to your friendship, though both of you can feel as they shift away from platonic.

“I love you too sweetheart.” Glancing up your gaze meets that of the wild haired boy. His smile is hesitant, you can almost see the words on the tip of his tongue.

“Spit it out Munson.”

“Can I kiss you?” Your eyes widen in surprise before softening.

“Yeah.” You cautiously meet each other halfway, lips connecting in a gentle kiss that doesn’t last quite long enough, though forever wouldn’t be long enough. Eddie presses himself as close to you as he can when you separate, you react immediately, arms winding around his waist, desperate to leech away some of his body heat.

“Stay the night?” It’s whispered into the night air, almost as if he’s afraid to break the spell you’re both under.

“Like you even have to ask.”

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spotsandsocks · 1 year

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Cover by the oh so talented and lovely @ronordmann thank you love, I adore it it’s perfect.

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Silence fills the room as soon as Eddie hangs up the phone. He’d known something was wrong the second he’d seen his Dad’s caller ID pop up at 2pm on a Wednesday afternoon. It had been a quick call, just long enough to update him on the situation, his Dad had been keen to get back to Abuela, Eddie doesn’t blame him, he wishes he could be there too. He hates that she’s moved away even though he knows it made sense. He just misses her so much, worries about her too, even more now.

His phone is still in his hand so he doesn’t really think much about what he’s doing, just makes the call. It’s picked up in under three rings and Eddie breathes out a heavy greeting.

‘Hey. It’s me.” Although Buck knows that, caller ID and all.

He gets a “Hey,” right back and then after a brief pause Buck asks the question Eddie knew he would.

“You ok?” There’s quite concern in his friend’s voice, he already knows something’s wrong. Eddie guesses there must have been something in his voice to give it away, even if he has only said three words. He doesn’t know why he’s surprised, Buck’s good like that. He knows people, he sees things people don’t expect him to and he cares. Eddie knows he’s lucky to be one of the people Buck cares about.

“Not really,” Eddie sniffs and he can just imagine Buck stopping whatever he was doing and frowning in worry. It’s an expression he’s quite familiar with but he hasn’t seen too much of lately, not now things are getting a little better for him.

“My Dad called, it’s my Abuela.” He takes a deep slightly shuddering breath, “she’s in the hospital, they’re doing tests and things but no one's sure what’s wrong, Dad tried to play it down but I could tell he was worried.”

“And now you’re thinking about plane tickets right?” The understanding is instant, Eddie nods and confirms Bucks guess.

“Yeah, I can’t go, I know that and I’m glad he told me but..”

“You’re too far away and you feel useless.”

Again he nods, a small huff of air escapes too, Buck knows him well.

“I’m gonna call her later, Dad said she’s sleeping.”

“She’ll like that, give her my love.” A heartbeat later Buck says “You want me to come over?”

He does but what he says is “No it’s ok, you’re busy. I just wanted to talk to you.”

Buck’s voice is soft, “Anytime Eds. I’m always here, you know that.”

They hang up not long afterwards, Eddie feeling slightly better having spoken to someone. No, having spoken to Buck, who’s right, he is always there for him. Every time. Eddie’s still not sure what he’s done to deserve it but he’s glad, so very glad he has Buck in his life.

Caller ID tells him it’s Buck’s calling and he doesn’t even wait for Eddie to say hi, just jumps in with,

“Eddie! You have to help! Maddie’s going to kill me.”

“What have you done now?” Eddie knows that tone, he waits to hear what minor crisis Buck finds himself in today.

“I’ve lost Jee’s favourite teddy. Maddie just called and Jee’s distraught.”

Eddie thinks Buck’s worked himself up into a similar state by the sound of him.

“Ok, calm down.”

“I am calm.”

“You’re really not, ok, take a sec and...”

“I’ve looked everywhere, Jee will never forgive me, Maddie won’t either.”

“Buck you were here this morning, let me check, maybe it fell out somewhere.”

“Please find it Eddie, I’m a terrible Uncle.”

Eddie rolls his eyes as he pulls cushions around and looks under and behind couches and chairs.

“You’re a fantastic Uncle. Jee loves you. Maddie loves you too. A lost teddy isn’t going to change that .”

“I don’t know Eds. She really loves that bear.”

His hand closes around something fluffy under one of his chairs, he pulls it out and recognises the bear Jee had had earlier.

“Well it’s a good job I’ve found it then.”

“You have!? Oh thank god!” he can just imagine Buck's face, the way he’s throwing his head back, exposing his neck, mouth open as he sighs in relief. He gets lost in the image for a moment then shakes himself free.

“I’ll run it over to Maddie for you, I’m closer.”

“Thank you, thank you, you're the best man, I mean it.”

He laughs, he’s glad he could help wipe Buck’s distress away, a quick trip to Maddie and Chim’s is the very least he can do for Buck.

Eddie knows he’d do almost anything for his friend, but all he says is “No problem, just glad I can help reunite a girl with her bear.” before he hangs up, bear in hand ready to save Buck’s neck from his niece’s tears and sister’s wrath

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starksbabie · 7 months

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You Belong With Me

Eddie’s got what he always dreamed of, he is passing his classes, Hellfire is going great, Corroded Coffin is sounding better than ever, Chrissy Cunningham is his girlfriend, and his best friend Y/N is right by his side.

A/N: A fic inspired by Taylor Swift’s You Belong With Me where Eddie overlooks his best friend who is completely in love with him... or does he? Hurt/Comfort. One of my fics with a happy ending.

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Eddie laughs keeping his arms tight around Chrissy’s waist as she groans and stomps her foot in response to a joke he made.

“Aw, come on babe it’s just a joke!” Eddie laughs, pressing a loud wet kiss to Chrissy’s cheek, making the strawberry blonde girl gasp.

“Eddie!” She squeals.

You just roll your eyes at their antics and look back at your lunch, you still can’t really believe that they’re dating. Of course, you had known about Eddie’s crush on Chrissy forever, but never in a million years did you think the head cheerleader, queen of Hawkins High, would return his affections.

You look up when Eddie snaps his fingers in front of your face.

“Hello? You in there?” He asks, giving you an odd, slightly concerned look, you notice the cafeteria is mostly emptied out now.

“Yeah, sorry just thinking about that quiz in Ms. O'Donnell's.” You look at him and smile packing up your stuff.

“…we have a quiz in O’Donnell’s today?”

“Eddie!”

You lay back on your bed listening to your new Van Halen album, when your window slides open and Eddie comes tumbling in.

“You know one of these times you’re going to get caught in here.” You laugh, as he rights himself and settles himself back onto your bed next to you. “Is this your new album?” He smiles, ignoring your statement, putting his hand behind his head as he relaxes next to you, looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to your ceiling.

“Yeah, it’s really good, I think I like Sammy Hagar.” You say, looking at him, taking in his side profile, admiring the slope of his nose and the fizz of his curls as his listens to the music filling your room.

He turns to look at you, and you think you’ve been caught but Eddie doesn’t seem to notice that you were staring.

“Really? Better than David Lee?”

“Yeah. Here, Listen to this.” You get up and put on a song that you had listened to earlier for him, before laying back down. The two of you lay there side-by-side, and finish the entire album before arguing over which lead singer is better.

After a while Eddie puts on another album and breaks out a joint that he brought with him. The two of you lay next to each other smoking, enjoying the music and each other’s company without feeling the need to fill the air between you with endless conversation. Once the joint is reduced to nothing but ash and the album has been flipped to the ‘B’ side Eddie starts telling you his plans for after graduation.

“I’m gonna do it. I swear it, I’m getting out of this town one way or another. I know my uncle wants me to come work at the plant with him, but I just can’t imagine that as my future. I want to play stages. I’m going to get me a warlock and I’m going to LA and I will find someone, anyone who will take me seriously.”

You smile at him as he talks, you know if anyone deserves to get out of this hick town it’s him. His imagination, his dreams, his personality. They’ve always been too big for Hawkins.

“And it doesn’t hurt that Chrissy is going to UCLA next year either.” He adds.

There it is, the one thing that could dampen the amazing evening you’d been having, you’d almost forgotten about her.

“Oh… She is?”

“Yeah, she got the letter this afternoon. I’m going with her. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me, Y/N. I’m so lucky.” He smiles and sits up, pulling his shoes back on, “I should get going, but I’ll see you tomorrow for Hellfire.”

You watch as he climbs out the window, before closing it behind him. You sit back on the bed and put your head in your hands and wishing, and hoping and wanting more than anything for Eddie to see you as more than his best friend.

You don’t know why you’re here. You sit next to Eddie and the rest of the Hellfire boys in the bleachers watching Lucas play basketball, at least that’s what you’re telling yourself. You know Eddie is here for one reason, who’s wearing a short skirt and currently standing on the sidelines of the game. You try your best to focus on the game but it’s hard to not notice how Eddie whistles at her after she does a cartwheel, or how he claps loudly each time she does something.

After the game everyone decides to go to Benny’s for milkshakes, but you excuse yourself saying that you have a headache. You walk home and lock yourself in your bedroom laying in your bed feeling so lonely over the fact that the man you are head over heels for, doesn’t see you in the same light at all. You don’t register the tears at first, it’s not until they are dripping down your cheeks that you realize the sound you’re hearing is your own sobs. You lay there and allow the sadness to overwhelm, and envelop you until the peaceful darkness of sleep pulls you in.

You do your best over the next few weeks to avoid Eddie, especially if he’s with Chrissy, which seems to be all the time. The school year is coming to a close and there are more and more parties and celebrations, which makes it harder to avoid him while still enjoying time with your other friends. You decide to skip Jason Carver’s party though because you know Chrissy will absolutely drag Eddie there. Instead, you have a movie night with some of your other friends and find for the first time in a while you don’t feel so lonely.

After everyone goes home, you work on cleaning things up. You know it’s late but you’d rather get it done now than have to do it in the morning, who cares if it’s the middle of the night. You make your way up to your room and get ready for bed, and are startled by the knock on your window, opening it there he is, hair disheveled.

“Hey…” He smiles, “can I come in?”

You nod and step back giving him space to crawl on in, he tumbles through the window with as much as grace as usual and he sprawls on the floor looking up at you.

“What are you doing here, Eddie?”

“Why are you avoiding me, Y/N?” He sits up and leans against the wall under the windowsill.

You pause and look at him, before sitting next to him with your back against the wall too.

“Why aren’t you at Carver’s party with Chrissy?” you answer his question with another, two can play at that game.

He sighs and looks at you.

“Her friends are so fake. There’s not one real, genuine thing about any of them. It’s exhausting to be around them. I’d rather be here. Around you. So… Why are you avoiding me?”

You take a deep breath and look at your hands in your lap, “can’t you see, Eddie. She’s just like them. I’m the one who understands you. I’ve been here all along, so why can’t you see? You don’t belong with her Eddie. You belong with me.”

The room is silent for a long moment after your confession, before Eddie lets out a long breath and hooks his finger under your chin to lift your face so you’re looking at him.

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, I really mean it.”

He leans in and seals his lips over yours in a warm, loving kiss. Nothing is perfect but he knows, no one knows him better than you. You have always fit together like two puzzle pieces and if he’d realized just how much you’d loved him from the start he never would have asked Chrissy out. Together you two can make it through anything, and this, this kiss feels like perfection.

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luveline · 9 months

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Hiii, if you’re interested, could I request Eddie but as an ice hockey player?? Your writing is out of this world and I would just love to read about his flushed cheeks after practice or something like that. I hope you’re doing great and I love your stuff❤️❤️❤️

thank you so much, for your request and for being so lovely, it means the world to me! ♡ fem!reader, 1.2k

He comes flying across the ice like he's weightless. A dropping sensation hits your stomach while your heart leaps into your throat, but Eddie saves himself at the last minute with a quick, hard turn, his left foot further out. Ice curls in his wake, sheared by the sharp blade of his skate.

"How was that?" he calls up to you where you're sitting in the second row of the stands.

"You can really see a difference," you say, crossing one leg over the other and hiding your frigid fingers between your thighs. "The two hundred metre sprints must be working, Eds. You're like a fricking whippet, it's scary."

"They better be working," he says. "God, I fucking hate sprints."

Eddie hates every aspect of his conditioning workouts. He loves hockey, and if he wants to be able to keep up with the rest of his team, let alone the opposition, he needs to stay fit in ways that are specific to the sport, so the sprints are a necessary evil.

He doesn't care for much of it. The deadlifting is a good look on him, though. Watching his muscles physically get bigger in size has been an Experience, capital 'E'. His weight gain in general, actually.

"Do you feel tired?" you ask.

Eddie groans, putting his arm up and behind his head, forcing his elbow down with the opposite hand. He doesn't realise how salalcious he appears, worse when he scrunches his eyes closed and turns his face to one side. "I always feel tired. This is good, though. Maybe Steve'll stop busting my ass at practice for getting winded before the third period."

You're glad it's so cold in the rink. His grumpy expression has you flushing all over.

"Steve spends the majority of his time on the ice hunched over," you say. "Of course he doesn't get winded."

You wouldn't feel comfortable making a snide joke about Eddie's friends usually, but Steve knows you. He calls you Eddie's wife, though you aren't married, always trying to feed you hard pretzels while mouthing off about Eddie's shit plays. Hence your nonchalant disparagement.

Eddie grins at you, dropping his arms back down to his sides. "Where're your skates, sweetheart? Come and take a lap with me."

You brought your skates at his request. You'd climb the appalachian trail on your hands and knees if he asked you to, and not just because he's handsome and getting more so everyday, but because he's gorgeous on the inside. Kind of like finding a pretty rock and cracking it open to find gemstone, you'd been drawn to Eddie and his rough exterior, but you've grown to love him for what's inside. His sweetness, his charm. The way he's looking at you now —eyes wide, hopeful. You could believe that the only thing he wants in the whole world is to skate with you.

"I'll slip again," you fret, having already mentally given in.

Eddie knows you have, too. "I am not gonna let you fall over," he promises. "Put your gloves back on, yeah? It's cold."

You put on your skates and gloves and wobble to the gap in the rink walls to step out. Eddie's waiting, taking your elbow into his hand to help you out. He's been playing ice hockey longer than you've known him, and while you've been by his side for his rise to tier 3, you've become less familiar with the ice rather than more. You're frankly intimidated by what he can do. He's fast. He's a great sportsman (with a short fuse, undoubtedly, but he's never unkind to the people around him) (besides that one on-ice official). Eddie's amazing, but he can't give you confidence on the ice. Only practice can do that.

You're not super willing to practise. "Please don't let me fall on my ass, Eddie."

"There's nobody here to see it. And if you fall, I'll help you up, I swear. But you're not going to fall over."

While not specifically true, recreational skaters making lazy laps and a young figure skater working on waltz jumps in the defending zone, his surety makes you feel better.

Being on skates is a strange feeling. Eddie skates with the same ease as he walks. You freeze up, locking your hips. He moves his hand from your elbow to your hand. You can feel his fingers like blocks of ice through your gloves.

"Do you want to try just walking, or would you feel better skating in a circle?" he asks.

"Uh–" Your footing slips. You're panicking. "Um, whatever you want."

His cheeks glow with blush, his nose tip like a budding rose. He doesn't feel the cold anymore, nor fear of falling, setting you both on a speed akin to a light jog. You breathe out with a nervous squeak, fingers locked around his hand.

"You got it," he says, in his way, too cool for you. His voice is awfully pretty sometimes, a little rough, all fond. He dotes via praise, his thumb petting pointless circles into the back of your hand. "You're always better than you think."

"I don't know how you can find this fun," you say nervously.

He tips his chin up, his disorderly bun pressed to the back of his neck. "It's not all fun. Sometimes I don't wanna do it as much as I did when I started, but sometimes I wanna do it more than ever. Like, getting bumped up? Well, you know how I felt."

He'd hugged you so hard the air got knocked out of you. The celebrations were unrestrained.

"I love hockey almost as much as I love you," he says, sending an appreciative smile your way.

Your heart skips. "You love me more than hockey?"

"What kind of a question is that? Of course I do." He slows his skating, slows you with him, and kisses your cheek. His lips are as cold as his fingers. "But I want you to love hockey, so first you need to skate."

"Don't yank me."

"I'm yanking you, sweetheart. It's just like roller-blading."

"I can't rollerblade."

"No?" he asks, picking up his foot and putting it down, his thighs moving outward with each stroke. You scramble to keep up with him.

"Eddie!" you shout, terrified as you swing around a corner. Despite the fear, you know he won't let you get hurt. Well, super hurt.

"You're fine! Come on, let's see if we can meet my lap time." He smiles. Red cheeks, pink lips, and the world's warmest brown eyes. "You should start doing sprints with me. And lifting! That would be hot."

You'd snort if you weren't too busy trying to stay in an upright position. You'll be surprised if Eddie has any bones left in his hand tonight when you're done.

He doesn't once complain about your vice-like grip.

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karolinswritings · 7 months

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hey so how do you think Edward, Alphonse and roy would deal with having a crush and they’ve known each other for a good month and crush at some point is like “Oh. I like you. I know your busy, but when you’re not busy, would you like to go on a date with me? We can also just be friends too if that’s a no”. If they ask when’d this crush start happening, crush is like “=\\\) Since we first talked”?

Hi hi, thank you so much for the request. Since this is about several people I take a bit longer than usual, sorry. I hope I did well and you like it, I kind of rushed.

Fullmetal Alchemist Headcanons: Roy, Alphonse and Edward x reader who has a crush on them and decides to finally confess.

Roy Mustang

So, we all know him, he has always been loved by the ladies and he knows it. He knows he is good looking and he definitely isn't new to flirting too. So he has flirted with reader several times and automatically tought that is it only natural for them to fall for him. It was no suprise.

Mistakes politeness for shyness. Everytime reader worries about him before he goes on a mission he takes it personally and decides that it is because reader is falling for him.

"They can't get me out of thier mind."

If reader calls him to meet regularly he would assume they do that only with him and therefore think that they want to be by his side all the time.

When they confess he flashes them a sly smirk and proudly says: "I must say, it is no surprise to me that you have a crush on me, reader. I saw you glancing at me, you are always by my side and act so shy around me. But I do find it adorable, so I will go out with you when I have the time, yes."

Edward Elric

Oblivious.

The complete oppisode of Roy, he would mistake any potential signs reader gives him that have taken a liking to him, as them just being friendly and careing.

Since Alphone is always by his side I think he would catch up quicker and hint him that reader might be potentially having feelings for him. He would even ask them strsight up if he has the chance, but would never tell Edward. They have to tell him themselves.

Once again though, Ed has no idea what Al is talking about.

"You think they like me?..Yeah I also don't think they hate me. I am pretty good at making new friends these days right? You think they could help us find a clue to the philosophers stone?"

Like a scientist consumed by his work he would have to be told stright up, loudly and clearly by reader themselves or he would not get the message at all.

When reader does confess though, he is flustered. If they do it in the middle of a conversation he would be mind blank and forget what they were talking about.

"You..like me romantically?.. I think I need a minute to think about this..You want to go out on a..a date? Well..I definitely..wouldn't mind that..we should go out, mhm.."

Cannot look them in the eye and his cheek burn the whole time he speaks. Tries to think rationally and not make it a big deal but in reality he won't think about the stone for a good day or more after that confession.

Alphonse Elric

Get's it immideatly when he catches reader looking at him for longer than usual and smiling at him differently than at other people. Even though is he catches them looking at him he would first think that there is something on his face.

He is a cutie and would have a hard time being around them, he would suddenly become shy and start daydreaming about them, wondering if he is right that they have feelings.

I think he would quiestion his own feelings but wouldn't think about them too much. If he likes them why not go out with them?

" You'd like to go on a date with me? Okay, why don't we just go now? I walked past a nice cafe earlier. Let's go!"

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strangerquinns · 1 year

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My Fantasy

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

based off this request // fluff // classic friends to lovers

The first time you met Eddie Munson it was a sunny day on the first day of fifth grade. All the other kids were running around screaming loudly as they played on the playground. But you sat alone on a bench wearing your new sundress and your hair pulled into pigtails your mom placed in, in the morning.

It was hard being the new kid, and even worse being a new kid in a small town. Every one of your classmates has known each other since preschool and you were coming in randomly years later.

But just as the end of the recess period ended, a boy you recognized from your class walked over to you. He had a buzzcut and wore head-to-toe black with a graphic design on his shirt. You recognized the artwork from one of your dad's cassettes on his shelf. Even with his all-black attire, the boy wore a large smile across his face that showed off dimples on each of his cheeks. His doe eyes were so warm and welcoming as he looked down at you.

"Do you wanna come and play with my friends and me?" He asked, pointing his thumb over his shoulder toward a small group of other boys. Your eyes moved from the group back to the boy in front of you, and quickly he noticed the hesitance and nerves in your eyes. "We're not scary...p-promise. Just...hate seeing you here all by yourself."

You gnawed on your lower lip slightly and fiddled and fidgeted with your fingers.

"I was the new kid last year, so I know what it's like..." He shrugged his shoulders.

"You were?" You asked.

Eddie quickly noted how soft your voice was, it made his lips turn up in a smile a little more.

"Yeah," Eddie perked up slightly, "So...wanna come to join?"

You only hesitated for a second more before nodding your head and jumping off the bench, following behind Eddie as he led you toward his friends.

This was the start of your friendship with Eddie.

Through the years the two of you stuck by each other's side. It broke your heart how the town quickly turned its back on him. To you, Eddie was the one you could count on the most no matter what. He was always there for you. You knew that if anyone took the time out to get to know Eddie, they'd see he was a kind soul with a big heart.

But they couldn't see past the long hair once he started growing it out in high school. Along with the dark clothes, jewelry, and metal music he loved to blast - he had been marked an outcast.

But to you, he was your best friend.

Even when you joined the cheerleading team and became more "popular" during your sophomore year.

Didn't change the friendship you had with Eddie. No matter how much some of the others on the squad, or the jocks, would give you shit for it. You lost count of the number of times you screamed at them to leave Eddie alone. You never hesitated to defend your best friend.

Even if Eddie tried to stop you.

"They're gonna turn on you one day, sweetheart," Eddie spoke as you cleaned up his face, wiping away the blood from his split lip.

"If you think I give a shit what Jason thinks of me, then you don't really know me, Eds." You shook your head, "I don't understand why he is like this. Or why you don't fight back more."

"It's hard when it's four against one," Eddie frowned, grimacing as he reopened the cut on his lip.

"I'm sorry," You whispered looking down at him with saddened eyes"

"Should just drop me..." He grumbled after a long pause between the two of you. Eddie kept his eyes down as he spoke, too afraid to look at you as he spoke. "I mean, you graduated two years ago, and you're still in this town after swearing to leave after high school. You could be doing so much better than hanging around me."

It broke your heart to hear Eddie talk like this because this wasn't the first time he tried to convince you to leave him behind.

"Stop it, I'm not going anywhere," You frowned "Stop suggesting that."

"You know I'm right," Eddie finally looked up at you, tears swimming around the dark eyes that you loved so much. "Fuck, I'm a fucking waste. Everyone in this town is right."

"Now you listen to me right fucking now, Edward Munson." Eddie's eyes widened at the sound of his full name on your lips. You grabbed his face so that he couldn't look away from you. "You are not a waste. You are the most important person to me and I don't ever wanna hear you talk about yourself like that. You are worth so much more than you give yourself credit for. So you didn't graduate on time. Who gives a fuck? Not me! Not Wayne! and defiantly not your other friends."

The next three words on your lips stayed there as you hesitated. Seeing him looking up at you with such a vulnerable gaze made your heart squeeze for a moment. Eddie never let anyone see this side of him, no one outside of you and Wayne.

But you didn't tell him that you loved him. Not yet. Not at that moment.

Instead, that moment would come three years later.

Eddie finally graduated and moved out of Wayne's trailer. Instead, he lived in an apartment right outside of Hawkins with Steve Harrington. Which shocked you at first that the two of them were friends, but once you hung out with Steve - you quickly understood why. Eddie was working at a garage in town, and Wayne gave him the connection. While you worked at a bookstore in the next town over.

You two were adults and making it out in the world, as best as you could anyways.

There were moments when life started to weigh a little too heavily on your shoulders. This week was one of those moments. Work was hard and felt suffocating at times. This month you were working extra house to help pay for the college classes you were taking at night. But with work and your schooling you were drowning.

The moment you left work, the first thing you did was stop at a store and grab a few cases of beer knowing all you needed was your best friend. You didn't have work or classes the next day so all you wanted was to unwind.

Of course, you called ahead to Eddie before heading over.

"Fuck yea, sweetheart, been missing your face!" Eddie spoke happily on the other end of the phone line. "I won't be out of work till 8, but head on over and wait for me. Steve should be home by then."

On the way to his apartment complex, a hard rainfall pelted against our car, making it hard to see as you drove through the dark streets. You pulled up and parked as close as you could to their front door, but even then, you were drenched by the cold rain. You rushed up to the door, case of beer in hand, as your fist smacked against the aged wooden door. It only took only a few moments for Steve to open the door for you, but even in those seconds, you felt like you were soaked down to the bone.

"Oh, shit, come in! Come in," Steve hurriedly spoke, opening the door wider to usher you into the apartment.

"Thank you," You shivered with a heavy sigh, "It's fucking pouring out there."

You handed the case to Steve before quickly shrugging out of your lightweight jacket. Large water droplets drip from your hair, and down your skin, making your t-shirt cling to your frame.

"Eddie should be home any moment if you wanna jump into the shower...warm up and stuff? I can throw your clothes into the dryer." Steve suggested, walking to the counter that sat in the wall divided between the living room and kitchen. "Drop your clothes outside the door and I've got you."

"Thanks,"

Even in the warm, small apartment, your body began to shake with violent shivers from the cold water that covered your skin. The moment you stepped into the bathroom you quickly stripped out of your clothes and dropped them outside the door like Steve instructed. The warm water felt good against your skin as you let it pelt against your skin. You weren't in there for long, stepping out quickly and wrapping a warm towel around your body.

When you stepped into the hallway, your clothes were gone and you could hear the slight hum of the dryer that was tucked away in a hall closet. Further down the hallway, you heard a television show playing. You shuffled along the brown shag carpet into Eddie's bedroom to find something to wear as your clothes dry.

As you searched through his dresser you found an old pair of sweatpants and quickly slipped those on.

But you were slightly distracted and lost in your thoughts to hear the door open. It wasn't till a curse fell from a pair of familiar lips that you snapped back to the present.

You stood quickly, nearly forgetting you were topless, as Eddie stood wide-eyed in the doorway of his bedroom. The door was closed behind him as the both of you stood there. But as his large doe eyes traveled down your body, did you realize, you were completely topless.

"Oh my god!" You screamed and moved to cover your chest.

The sound of your scream snapped Eddie out of his trance, before moving to turn around quickly.

"I'm sorry, fuck...I-I didn't know you were in here," Eddie spoke, hearing you scramble around in his drawers behind him

"Steve didn't tell you I was here?"

"He's passed out on the couch, I...I'm sorry, sweetheart...I-I didn't mean."

Eddie felt like he was a blubbering mess, unable to form a cohesive thought since the image of your tits was still tattooed on his mind. He closed his eyes tightly and internally groaned as he felt his cock twitch slightly in his pants.

Eddie lost count of the nights he laid in his bed thinking of you with his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it and imagining it was your mouth, your hands, or his favorite - your pussy.

He'd been in love with you since nearly the moment he'd met you, not fully understanding his feelings till high school. Eddie was always too afraid to say anything about it. Too afraid to lose your friendship. You were too important for him to lose over something like his feelings.

"I-I'm decent," You stuttered, rubbing your hand over your face.

Eddie turned around and groaned internally as he saw the shirt you had grabbed from his dresser. His old Hellfire tshirt.

Seeing you in that shirt, nipples hard beneath the white fabric, was his fantasy.

"i"m so fucking sorry, sweetheart," Eddie sighed heavily

"Eddie it's fine. Honest mistake." You spoke with a small smile.

"Y-yeah," Eddie nodded his head, dropping his bag down beside his bed, before moving to take off his shoes.

You moved to sit on the edge of his bed, watching as he moved about his room. His work pants hung low on his hips, sans work shirt, and only a white tank with grease marks across his chest. Your eyes traveled along his arms and broad chest seeing the ink that decorated his skin. You felt a heat flash through you as he grabbed a hair tie from the top of his dresser and quickly pulled back his long dark curls.

But when Eddie turned around to face you, you were met with a sight that you weren't expecting.

Pressed against his zipper you saw a bulge prominent pressed against the left side of his leg. You couldn't stop your eyes from widening slightly as you saw it. Eddie noticed the heavy silence that seemed to fall between the two of you as he slipped one ring after another onto his hand, missing the weight of them on his fingers after a day at work.

"Babe?" Eddie's voice softly spoke, before looking down in the direction of your eyesight, and once again felt a flash of heat move through him. "Shit...shit...."

"Eddie," You spoke, looking back up at him, an innocent look on your face. "Is that...are you...because..."

"I-I..." Eddie could feel the blush overtaking his face as he palmed himself to hide his obvious hard-on. But the pressure of his hand only made a small moan slip through. "...fuck..."

You stood from where you sat and moved to stand directly in front of him. Eddie looked down and watched every movement you made feeling like he couldn't breathe. He could smell your perfume and a mix of his body wash which only made his head spin with lust.

You reached forward, suddenly feeling confident, and moved his hand away, teasing him with your own, "This because of me, Eds?"

Eddie's eyes closed for a moment as he felt your hand press against him, the fabric of his work pants the only barrier.

"F-Fuck..." Eddie whimpered, his eyes slowly opening and looking down at you. His large brown eyes were dark with heavy lust, his lips plump and parted as he stared down at you.

"Seeing me topless did this to you?" You looked up at him with a small smirk on your lips.

"S-seeing you in my Hellfire shirt is weirdly doing it for me," Eddie's brows pulled together tightly as your hand tightened around him more. "Has always been a fantasy of mine."

"I've been a fantasy of yours?" You moved closer, your lips hovering over the column of his neck, feeling the urge to kiss and bite along it.

"Fuck, are you kidding me?" Eddie reached down and caressed your face, as your hands began to unbuckle and unzip his pants. "E-Ever since seeing you in your cheerleading outfit for the first time..."

Eddie deeply groaned as your hand moved down into his pants. His fingers moved through your hair and gripped tightly to your hair at the base of your neck.

"You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart. How crazy you drive me." Eddie's voice deepened as he spoke, his cock twitching in your hand.

He fought back the urge to cum. But he was unable to stop his hips from thrusting and moving against your hand. Eddie pressed his forehead against yours as he panted and cursed low under his breath.

"D-Don't stop...fuck, please..." Eddie begged

You bit down on your lower lip and closely watched his face. Loving to watch him lose control at your hands. Eddie's other hand reach to grab tightly to your waist as he fucked your hand.

You were left speechless as you watched him fall apart, his face twisting with pleasure as you felt the warmth of his cum against your hand. Eddie stood there panting and leaning against you slightly. His warm breath against your neck.

"Holy...shit..." Eddie moaned

"That was the hottest fucking thing," You moaned, slowly pulling your hand from his pants.

"Better than anything I could ever dream of," Eddie moaned, grabbing your hand that was covered in his cum. He took off his shirt and cleaned it up for you, before noticing the small pout on your lips. "W-What? D...Do you regret that?"

"Regret? No. I have always wanted that, and more. Just...kinda always wondered what you tasted like."

Eddie's eyes widened and once again, his cock twitched "Fuck, you can't say things like that."

"Why? T-This wasn't a one-time thing was it?" You asked with a pinch of worry in your voice.

"Of course not baby," Eddie caressed your face "I have been in love with you since we were kids, I'm not letting go of you...i-if you'd have me?"

His eyes were pleading as he looked down toward you, having a warmth flood into your chest as your heart started racing.

A wide smile spread across your face, "You love me?"

"With my whole heart, you've owned it, only you."

Eddie's words hit you hard right into your chest before rising up on your toes, bringing him down to you, and kissing him deeply. Eddie's arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest. Both of you moaned the moment your lips met before his tongue slipped into your mouth.

"I love you too," You giggled happily, your face close to his, "If it wasn't obvious."

Eddie's face brightened at your words before kissing you again and carrying you toward the bed.

"Come 'ere baby, gonna make my girl cum."

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