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bimbobaggins69 · 11 months

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Heavy metal parking lot

eddie munson x metal head fem!reader

summary: the last thing you ever expected was to hit it off with a cute guy at a Judas Priest concert, but stranger things have happened.

warnings: smut ahead, 18+ mdni, all porn almost no plot, no use of y/n, use of pet names (baby, princess, pretty girl etc.), smoking the devils lettuce, queer!eddie, reader has nipple piercings, dom/sub dynamics, some degradation (but eddie is still a simp), oral (m receiving), unprotected rough p in v sex (this is fantasy, pls don’t have unprotected sex with strangers), anal play (f receiving).

notes: just a dirty little one shot. Sorry, there will not be a part two. Thank you to my loves: @corrodedcorpses @take-everything-you-can & @stwritings for beta reading <3 also, blame @bettyfrommars & @xxhellfiregirlxx for me posting this filth on our holy day.

wc: 3.1k

This was a stupid idea, stupid, stupid.

But here you are driving to the market square arena, an hour away from home, dead in the middle of a scorching summer, alone.

You had this elaborate plan for months, ever since you had bought your tickets. You and your best friend Abbee were supposed to meet up at your house, get ready together, go grab some fuel and head to the show a little early to hang out in the parking lot. That unfortunately is not what ended up happening. You got ready…alone, got food…alone and now you’re making the trip…alone.

You can’t be mad at your friend, she did have a very valid excuse as to why she was unable to make it. You couldn’t help but to kick yourself for never being brave enough to put yourself out there and make new friends, but maybe that would change, maybe you would meet some cool people at the show, some Judas Priest fans seemed like the perfect place to start.

The parking lot was jam packed, men and women in all their Judas Priest or Dokken gear, huge banners held out by adoring fans, beer cans littering the lot as weed and cigarette smoke fog the air.

You finally find parking, lucky for you it seems to be the last vacant spot left, squeezed tight between a red Camaro and a brown van.

Better than nothing.

As you exit your black Honda accord, your eyes flit around the lot, taking in your surroundings as you breathe in the second hand smoke.

“Hey, sick shirt.” A gruff voice towards your left calls out. You look around for a second before your eyes finally land on the owner of the van that's parked beside you.

His brown wavy hair gets hit by a gust of wind, as if he’s some hot character in one of those movies that the protagonist is in love with. You definitely couldn’t deny his hotness.

His defenders of the faith shirt clung to his body like a second skin, tight dark blue jeans with a chain adorned his lower half along with white reeboks.

He had a joint perched between his two fingers as his eyes so boldly roamed your figure.

“Thanks,” you acknowledge, as you look down at your ‘hell bent for leather’ cropped tee, and then back up to meet his mischievous smirk. “Yours is sick, too.” You offer in a small but cheerful voice.

“You wanna come smoke with me, pretty girl?” He offers as the mischievous smile grows, like the grinch who stole Christmas.

“Uhh, sure why not?” You shrug, making your way over to the van and taking a seat on the red carpeted floor, your leather mini skirt now hiked up around the very tops of your thighs while your knee high boots hang out the side, resting on the asphalt below you.

“I’m Eddie.” He declares while holding out a heavily ringed hand, you stare it down ogling between his tattoos, black nail polish and badass rings before placing your smaller appendage in his, you firmly shake it with a smile as you tell him your name.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He chuckles before handing you the dwindling joint.

You take a hit while you let your eyes wander around the inside of his van, a small mattress set up with a colorful quilt and two fluffy pillows.

Various magazines of the adult variety scrawled out haphazardly on the floor, a six pack of coors lite sits on the arm rest between the two front seats, breaking the law plays out through the speakers.

Though he’s not the only one, various Judas Priest songs could be heard throughout the stadium's parking lot.

You take another small hit, passing back the now roach sized spliff. Eddie tries to get one more hit out of it, before throwing it to the ground and stepping on it with the toe of his white sneaker.

You begin to stand up with the thought that you may be overstaying your welcome, until Eddie puts a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“You don’t have to go.” The shy look on his face is the total antithesis of his cocky demeanor when he’d first waved you over.

“Oh, okay. I just didn’t want to bother or keep you from anything.” Your response is sheepish and the butterflies in your belly begin fluttering about.

“No baby, you're not keeping me from anything.” He beams.

That damn nickname pulls you in like a moth to a flame.

As you and Eddie grow better acquainted, you realize he has a great sense of humor with an eccentric personality.

You also quickly realize you want him.

Right here in the back of his van.

You scoot your bottom back, making your way into the wagon. The action causes your skirt to roll up further along your thighs, giving Eddie the perfect glimpse of your black panties.

You swing your feet inside and hoist yourself up on your knees, as graceful as possible. Waddling over like a penguin to fling yourself onto the mattress that had your mind wandering.

“Mmm, this is comfy.” You sigh with a smile, as your body burrows deeper into the off white sheets below you.

Eddie stands just outside the door, eyes unable to leave your backside as you cuddle up on his mattress. ‘Was this his lucky day?’ This shit never happens to him, well at least not with women anyway. He had better luck with men.

Thank you Judas Priest, Eddie silently prays to the sky before making his way inside the vehicle to join you.

“Mind if I lay down?” He mumbles, surprising you with his close proximity.

You turn, catching onto the puppy dog eyes he’s giving you; and what you would give to have them looking down at you while he’s working your body to sweet, sweet release.

“No, of course not.” You giggle, the sound makes Eddie twitch in his pants.

He was a sweet boy, you wanted him to fucking ruin you.

You turn to face him, head resting on your palm as you pat the spot beside you.

The sly smirk returns as he lays down on the mattress, mirroring your exact position.

“Shows gonna start in an hour.” He whispers, scooting in closer towards you, the warmth radiating off of his skin is sending your body into a frenzy.

“Mm, so we have enough time?” You sweetly whisper back.

“Enough time for what? Hmm?” Your bodies continue to gravitate together, a pull so strong it was like you were both attached to magnets.

“For this..” you breathily huff before straddling Eddie’s waist, the groan that escapes him makes your eyes roll back, as you begin to grind down on his growing erection.

“Fuck” Eddie hisses as his hands fall to your waist, now controlling your movements and pulling you in deeper.

“That’s exactly what I intend on doing.” The air gets caught in your throat as a small laugh leaves your lips, your clit catching on rough denim fabric, Eddie swears every time you giggle it’s like an angel gets its wings. It’s sweet and soft, just like you.

You lean in closer, soft plump lips meeting yours in a tangle of tongues, it’s hot and desperate as you are for each other.

Eddie moans into your mouth as your movements get more daring, practically bouncing on his clothed lap. His eyes quickly flicker to your tits as they jiggle with each bounce, it’s clear you’re not wearing a bra, and the idea makes Eddie’s mouth water and his cock stiffen. It feels the hardest it's been since he took a dick in his ass for the very first time. He needs to be inside you and he hopes you're willing to give him that, he’ll do anything for it, at this moment. He feels like a desperate idiot; but he is, he really is so fucking desperate for you.

You immediately notice the way Eddie’s eyes have been trained on the perky slopes of your breasts, with an ever growing smirk you take the hem and hike the shirt up and over your head to be discarded on the red carpet of his van.

“Holy shit!” Eddie practically pants, like a dog who’s out of water.

His decorated hands move up from your hips as they begin to tweak at your nipples, nimble fingers rubbing over the double balled jewelry that sits on each hardened peak.

“Fuck, such pretty tits!” He groans “and they’re pierced, Jesus.” Eddie was enthralled, absolutely fucking enthralled by you.

You lean down, planting soft kisses to Eddie’s long, beautiful neck, leaving behind remenits of your red lipstick and spit soaked bruises.

“Mmm…” he hums as you suck and bite at a spot under his ear lobe.

“Please, fuck me.” You breathily murmur into his ear, before you lift yourself back up using his pecs as leverage, eyes meeting his as you gauge his reaction to your plea.

“You sure, baby?” He whispers before leaving a sloppy kiss to your jaw.

“I’m so sure, please Eddie.” The way you moan his name as you beg for him creates something feral inside of Eddie, his eyes now glazed over into something dark, his jaw tightens as he grabs two rough handfuls of your ass, that are now exposed while your skirt sits carelessly on your lower back.

His right hand slowly glides up your body and into your hair, quickly tightening his fingers around the strands at the base of your neck.

“You want my cock, princess?” He challenges through his teeth.

“Yes, mmhmm, so bad!” You insist with a shout, having your hair pulled has always made you drip between your legs.

“Then go on.. take my cock out, you cock hungry little slut.” He growls as his fingers wrap tighter around your hair before quickly pulling his hand away, he gives your ass one hard spank before he’s back to grabbing at the meat.

You make quick work of his handcuff belt, unbuttoning and swiftly pulling down the zipper before dipping your thumbs into the waistband of both his boxers and jeans and peeling them off, leaving both garments to sit around the tops of his knees.

The sight you’re met with causes you to gasp, he has to be at least 9 inches, it was red and throbbing, wetness from his precum already saturating the mushroom tip.

“Like what you see, baby?” He brags with a smirk that could make Satan himself shiver.

“You’re so pretty, every part of you.” You admit as you lick your bottom lip, with hunger in your eyes.

Eddie wraps a ringed hand around the base of his cock, vulgarly slapping the air with it,

“Where do you want it, huh sweetheart?” His grunt made more slick pool from your needy cunt.

Showing is better than telling, so you plant your knees between his thighs, bringing your face mere inches from his pulsing hard sex.

“Holy fuck, are you gonna—” his eyes roll back as your tongue glides up the underside of his cock, before wrapping your lips around his tip. “No girl has ever given me head.” He huffs while throwing his head back.

You let go of his cock with a wet pop, “no one’s ever sucked your dick before?” You scrunch your face up in confusion, there’s no way he’s never been treated to some head, that would be a travesty.

“I have, j-just not by a-a women.” He stutters out in embarrassment, as his face flushes a bright red that travels down his neck.

It takes you a second to understand what he means, “oh” was all you said, before shrugging and getting back to work on his tip.

He smiles down at you, pulling all of your hair out of your face and holding it together in a makeshift ponytail as he gently guides your head up and down on him, until you’re taking him deeper, so deep your nose is now brushing against the curly hairs at his base, you swallow his tip down before you begin rapidly moving and twisting your head as if a women possessed.

“Oh my— whoa, fuck baby!” He keens into the stuffy air of the van, “your mouth feels so fucking good!” He begins rapidly pumping his hips up, fucking your throat as spit strings fall to his balls, you reach a hand out and begin massaging them, making him growl in pleasure.

“Okay baby, okay angel please, please stop.” Eddie whimpers as he pulls you off of his cock, the spit on your lips remains connected to Eddie’s tip.

He rubs over the messy swollen flesh with the pad of his thumb, as he hums in satisfaction.

“All fours, now.” He commands before shifting up and onto his knees, you crawl further up the mattress, finally laying your head against the sheets that were now dampened by his back, you arch your ass up while making sure your stomach was equally lowered, the position causing your ass to stick out more for him.

“Good girl.” He praised before giving your ass another harsh slap. “Let’s get these off of you.” Eddie slides your black thong over your butt and down your legs, slowly pulling them off from around your feet.

He throws your panties towards the front of the driver's seat, the black fabric lands perfectly on his dashboard. “M’keepin’ those.” He chuckles.

You’re so lost in desire, that someone could’ve told you Rob Halford himself was out signing autographs and you wouldn’t have bat an eyelash or made any attempts to move.

“Fuck, look at these pretty holes.” Eddie groans while running the tips of his fingers from your clit up towards your asshole. “You like getting all of your holes filled, princess?” He smirks at the way your body reacts to him and how loud you moan at his words.

Your ‘yes’ is muffled by the mattress, Eddie’s having none of it.

SLAP!

“Speak up!” He grumbles, before taking both cheeks roughly in his hands and spreading them.

“Yes! I love it!” Your wail has Eddie’s smirk growing more devilish

“I know you do.” He mocks as his middle finger teases your entrance, he causes your body to writhe and groan in desperation by slipping just the tip of his finger in and out of your aching hole.

Finally after all of his teasing, he slips his full finger inside, pumping in and out at a splitting speed.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He gasps while resting his head on your backside as he still works you with his finger, finally slipping another one in and scissoring them in an attempt to stretch you out.

He hasn’t even fucked you, yet you’re still an incoherent mess as slobber begins to pool on the sheets below your face.

His head starts to slowly move closer to where you’re spread, you gasp and wiggle when you feel his wet tongue slowly lick over your puckered hole.

“Oh fuck!” You blubber, the action making you clench around Eddie’s fingers.

“Mm, oh you like getting your asshole licked?” He scoffs in a teasing tone “it feels good, doesn’t it?”

All you can do is nod and sob into his cheap cologne smelling sheets.

Slowly slipping his fingers out as he moves in closer, replacing his digits with his throbbing cock.

“You ready, princess?” He surveys as he runs his calloused hands up and down your back, gently rubbing at your soft skin.

“Mmhm, I’m ready.” You consent while lifting your head to get a good look at him as he slides into you.

His tip begins breaching your entrance as your eyes remain locked on each other, you and Eddie’s brows are both furrowed and jaws slack as he pushes in deeper.

“Oh, fuck!” Eddie growls as he continues to stretch you out. If he were to die in this very moment, he would die a happy man, the way your pussy is squeezing and choking him; he’s fucked tight assholes, but never a pussy this tight and he thinks it might be his new favorite thing, the way you get so effortlessly wet and the ridges on your walls that stimulate his cock so sensationally. The weed makes his mind go to some weird places; maybe I found some kind of holy grail pussy? He shakes his head of the weird thoughts beginning to plague his mind.

“Yes, right there!” Your screeching brings him back down to this dimension, making him drive deeper and pound harder into you, hitting that spongy spot over and over until you’re shaking underneath him, knees almost buckling at the intense pleasure that is now conquering your body. His fingers are pressed so deep into the skin of your upper thighs, that you’re positive they’ll be bruised by tomorrow.

“Right there?” Eddie mockingly smirks as he hits it over and over with his tip, “that your spot, baby?”

Your “mmhmm” comes out so whiny and desperate, he knew you were close and so was he but he needed to see you fall apart first.

Eddie quickly brings his thumb up to his lips, the calloused finger dipping into his mouth as he sucks, getting it all nice and wet before you feel it prodding your unused hole, he begins thrusting faster as his digit reaches the second knuckle. “Oh my god, you have the tightest fucking holes.” He sounds so out of breath and fucked out by this point, his loud groans, filthy words and extra finger are making you reach that peak of toe curling completion at a hurdling speed.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whine as you begin to back up into his thrusts, making his cock and finger hit deeper depths.

“Yes, cum for me baby.” He urges as he’s on the precipice of his own high.

“Yes, yes…” you babble as your body tenses, uncontrollably shaking as you come undone, Eddie’s thumb continues to work your asshole, while he fucks you through the most intense orgasm you’ll probably ever have.

“I-I’m coming baby, fuck!” Eddie shouts before he pulls himself out of your tight heat, hand maniacally working his cock until his warm seed spurts into your stretched out asshole.

“Holy shit!” He groans while his body falls over yours, you both begin to laugh until you hear someone pound their fist on the side of the van.

“Hey, Eddie—” you gasp at the disturbance, eyes going wide when you catch a glance at the metalhead, “the show's about to start man, everyone’s lining up at the door!” The raspy masculine voice calls out again, before you’re left in silence.

You and Eddie begin frantically getting dressed in hopes to get a good spot in line.

Once out into the fresh summer air, Eddie throws his arm around your shoulders, “you wanna watch the show with us, princess?” He proposes with a sweet grin, while lighting a cigarette.

You were right, a Judas Priest concert was the perfect place to make new friends.

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Roommates - E.N

(this takes place BEFORE he becomes the riddler. I wanted to write what I thought he would have been like before, so here ya go. metal head, introverted, smoker, emo Edward. lmao. also, I watched Little Miss Sunshine and fucking loved it, highly recommend. ALSO, i realize that it's very unrealistic for a small apartment to have two bedrooms EACH with their own bathrooms, but SHUT UP I DIDN'T THINK ABOUT THAT <3 so pls ignore that in this fic)

Summary: Edward Nashton: a quiet, reserved, heavy metal loving introvert. Y/n: a friendly, outgoing, hyper extrovert. Very different personalities. Though, opposites do attract.

Word Count: 10,797 (guys, what is happening to my fanfics, they are getting so long...is this a good thing?)

Content Warning: Smut, explicit language, hinting of r*pe, hinting of drugging a drink, knife, penetration, corruption kink, virgin!reader, daddy kink (brief), kind of stupid!Reader (that's mean to say but true), dom!Edward, Edward being a HUGE 'simp' for y/n, sub!Reader, praising, ed guides y/n through sex, gentle sex that turns rough later on, fingering, oral fem receiving, aftercare. (There might be grammar mistakes cuz I'm reading this over at 1:30 am, so please cut me some slack I have class in the morning lol. Hopefully the errors aren't too bad. If so, I'm sorry pookies <3 I promise the fic is still good!)

Songs For Inspo:

Kunst - KMFDM

Custer - Slipknot

Sweating Bullets - Megadeth (my FAVORITE metal band, Dave Mustaine ik ur like over 60 but we can figure something out, please u were so hot in the 80's and u still are plssssss...)

Bounce! - System Of A Down (love them sm)

Revenga - System Of A Down (one of my fav songs by them)

Freak On a Leash - Korn (yoNatooRADatEDotRAndat - John Davis in his songs)

Chop Chop Slide - Insane Clown Posse (edward would SO listen to them, not listening to any other opinions. also this song is so funny like its the cupid shuffle but violent.)

Heavy Metal Lover - Lady Gaga

Eddie My Love - The Chordettes

Vacation Bible School - Ayesha Erotica

Daddy AF - Slayyyter (Edward is so daddy AF guys, i don't think u understand fr like i want this man to *censored*)

(picturing Edward Nashton as a metalhead is hot to me and I feel like it is EXTREMELY accurate for his character. Like, he's an introverted lunatic...he definitely loves metal. This is now a personal headcanon of mine.)

~Read Below Cut~

"Oh, you precious thing..." Edward cooed, reaching down and stroking her hair.

Y/n looked up at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. He chuckled, trailing his hand away from her hair and down to her chin. Gently, he pulled at y/n's bottom lip with his thumb. Y/n squeezed her thighs together.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked sweetly, a hint of desire lacing his tone.

Y/n whimpered, breathing heavily. She didn't even know how to respond to his question. It was so bold and blunt, something that he was able to be with ease. But y/n had a hard time with that, unable to get her thoughts out fully. She nodded, lips forming a pitiful pout as she looked up at him. Edward bent back down to her level, grabbing her leg gently and lifting it up. Slowly, he trailed kisses up her shin, over her knee, and up to the bottom of her thigh. Y/n shivered at the feeling of his lips against her skin.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck you, angel? I need to hear you say it."

"Y-Yes, Eddie, please..." She whined.

He smiled, looking up into her eyes as he planted another kiss on her knee. Edward's eyes were glazed with adoration and love, lust only a small part of the glint. He desired y/n, yes, that was a fact. But, he didn't want her in an animalistic way, no not at all. He so badly wanted to pop her cherry gently, showing her how much he loved her with his body. There was plenty of time for more rough and kinky acts in the future, but you didn't get another chance at your first time. And Edward wanted y/n's first time to be loving, caring, fun, meaningful, and passionate.

"I'll give it to you angel, I promise. I'm going to show you what sex is, what it means, and I'll show you how much I love you through it."

-3 months before-

Edward heard a knock at the door just barely through the music he had playing. Groaning, he got up from his desk in his bedroom, walking out into the living room. His hair was a mess, black streaks scattered throughout his hair due to a crappy dye job he did. A lit cigarette hung from in between his lips as he opened the door. Grabbing the cig, he held it between his pointer and middle finger. Before him was a young girl, maybe a year younger than him, with a bunch of boxes and a single suitcase. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Hi! I'm your new roommate! Y/n L/n! We talked over the phone, remember!?" She exclaimed, reaching out and shaking his hand rapidly.

Edward instantly grimaced.

"Oh, how could I forget..." He mumbled.

"These are all my things, is it ok if I come in?" She asked politely, a bright smile on her face.

"Um, yeah. Do you want help carrying your stuff in?" He begrudgingly asked, putting out his cigarette on the ashtray near the door.

"Oh, that would be so nice! Thank you!" Y/n beamed.

Edward started to bring in some boxes, moving them to the spare bedroom. Y/n grabbed a box as well, looking around the apartment. She didn't like that he smoked inside, but she felt better when she noticed he had a window open. She really appreciated that. With a bounce in her step, y/n brought back boxes to her new room. The metal music that Edward was listening to was still playing in the back, fairly loudly.

"You have the same music taste as my dad!" She commented, smiling.

Edward froze in place, box in hand as he looked at her. His face was blank, only a look of confusion in his eyes. Y/n felt herself blush and quickly got back to moving things to her room. Edward rolled his eyes as he placed the last box on her bed. He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at the contents scattered all over the floor.

"You've got a lot of clothes..." He stated.

"They aren't all clothes!" She laughed, finding it amusing that he thought that.

"Then what the hell do you have in these boxes?" He asked, regretting it instantly, because he truthfully did not care.

Y/n looked around for something to open up a cardboard box with. She looked at the desk in her room, smiling when she saw a pencil. Grabbing it, she stabbed it through the tape and Edward flinched, taking a step back. Y/n ripped the tape away with help from the hole she punched in it. She picked it up and angled it slightly so Edward could see the contents. He opened it up, looking inside and raising an eyebrow, glancing back up at y/n. Pulling out a picture, he looked at it and laughed.

"A bunch of cartoon horses?" He asked.

"It's the Mane 6 from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, thank you very much!" She huffed.

"Alright then, well I'm going to leave. Have fun unpacking the things you stole from an 8 year old." He commented before leaving her room.

"That's so rude!"

The two of them instantly recognized how different their personalities were. It was a little jarring at first, living with someone who was the complete opposite of them. But, Edward tried to keep to himself a lot. However, y/n found herself becoming more and more interest in Edward. She definitely had a type...

Tall.

Metalhead.

Slightly scary/intimidating.

Looks a little bit homeless.

He checked off all the requirements on y/n's list....

-2 weeks after moving in-

Y/n's room was fully decorated and furnished. The bed that was already in the room now had pink and white bedsheets with lace on the ends. A bunch of fairly lights were strung about the room and she had all her posters hung up. Shelves were lined with stuffed animals, figurines, and candles. Y/n's room smelled like fruit punch and flowers, if that made any sense. Her room was so cozy and homey, just how she wanted it. Though, most people would say it was too cheery and bubbly for a bedroom. And, those people were dead wrong in y/n's opinion. Y/n was currently listening to music and dancing in her room on top of the fluffy pastel pink rug she had. She was wearing a pair of black leggings that flared at the bottom and a hot pink spaghetti strap tank top. Underneath that she was wearing a white lacy bra. Edward was at work today, so she wasn't worried about the music being too loud.

"Sometimes I wonder if you still wanna fuck me..." She giggled to the lyrics, spinning out of her room.

The white socks she wore caused her to slid across the tiled floor of the kitchen. She swayed her hips back and forth, dancing to the fairly erotic song that was playing. Opening the pantry door, she grabbed a box of cheez-its. Y/n took a bowl from one of the cabinets and poured some of the crackers in. She put the box away and started to snack on the cheez-its. The sound of the front door opening was drowned out by the loud music. Y/n was dancing away, oblivious to the fact that Edward was watching her dance as he put away his keys and coat.

'Well, it's fine because I'm a whore'

'And I sleep with guys just for fun and drugs'

Y/n was still swaying her hips around, jumping up and down slightly. Edward chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets, one of which had a chain dangling next to it. Y/n turned around eyes closed as she sang the lyrics, opening slightly at the end.

"Vacation Bible Schoooo..." She froze, hands in the air.

"Hey." He said, eyes heavy and tired.

The music continued playing in the background, causing Edward to smile slightly. Y/n let her hands fall to her sides, a blush on her face. She cleared her throat, grabbing a cheez-it.

"Hello Edward, nice day outside, right?" She asked, placing the cheez-it in her mouth.

"Yeah, really good day to listen to bimbo music in my kitchen." He commented.

"Shut up."

The two roommates had grown tolerable of the other after some time. Y/n was still absolutely obsessed with Edward, finding his mysterious and intimidating nature addicting. Every time he was near her or talked to her, she felt her stomach do backflips. And, Edward was no idiot. He knew how she felt. He was a genius, for sure, but it didn't take a genius to know how y/n felt about him. He didn't want to act on it just yet, even though he felt himself getting feelings for her as well. But, he did enjoy purposefully teasing her. It was a fun little game for him.

-1 month after moving in-

It was around 10 in the morning and y/n sat on the couch, bundled up in blankets. She was as snug as a bug in a rug. It was her day off from work, and she didn't really have much planned. Because of this, she decided that she would watch a bunch of Pixar movies, starting with Cars. Cars was one of those movies that y/n could watch over and over and never get tired of.

"Where is it...?" Edward mumbled.

Y/n realized that she forgot to tell Edward that she had the day off. It aligned well with his work schedule, as he didn't work today either. She wanted to ask him if he wanted to watch Pixar movies with her. Though, she figured that he would say no, in classic Edward fashion. Y/n looked to her right, ready to ask Edward, but her face flushed instantly. Edward stood in the living room, looking around with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was completely naked, other than the towel of course. His hair was slightly dry, though still damp in most places. Y/n couldn't see his eyes that well because his hair hung in his face, covering most of his face up. Edward looked up, not really reacting when he saw y/n.

"Oh, hey y/n. Aren't you supposed to be at work?" He asked, hand gripping his towel.

"U-Um, today is m-my day off. I meant t-to tell you, but I fo-forgot..." She stuttered.

Edward took in her flustered appearance, knowing the affect he had over her. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, getting it out of his face. Y/n watched with her eyes wide as he continued to walk around the living room.

"Have you seen my shirt? The uh...the...oh the Slayer shirt." He asked.

Edward looked towards y/n, mouth forming an 'o' as he saw the shirt resting on the top of the couch behind her. He walked over, leaning down slowly, making sure to get as close to y/n as possible. Based on how stiff she became, Edward could tell that he was definitely doing a good job at teasing her.

"Here it is. Oh, are you watching Cars? That's a good move. Mind if I watch it with you?" He asked, voice coarse from smoking a cigarette earlier.

"Oh, u-um, sure yeah. I was g-gonna ask you that actually." She mumbled.

"Alright, well I'm going to get changed. I'll be back."

Over the next few months, y/n and Edward's attraction to each other grew stronger. Y/n would follow Edward around like a dog after it's owner, and it was extremely apparent to him. One night, y/n decided she would go out to a party with her friends from work. Not wanting to be alone, even though she knew most of the people, she invites Edward.

-2 months after moving in-

Y/n knocked on Edward's bedroom door, a System Of A Down song playing loudly on his speakers. Shuffling was heard from behind the door, and then the music was turned down, but not too much. The door swung open to reveal Edward, who leaned against the doorframe. He had a very slightly cropped black tank top on with the skull from Megadeth on it, a few small holes ripped in it. His jeans were washed out and a chain dangled from one of his pockets. Y/n could see his happy trail above his belt, and she felt her breath hitch. Edward pushed his glasses up, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Oh, um...I'm going to a a work friend's party tonight. Just a few drinks and music, stuff like that. I was wondering if you uh, if you might wanna go with me?" She asked, fidgeting with her hands as she looked at the floor.

Edward smirked, noticing how shy y/n was at the moment. It was clear that she desperately wanted him to go with her. He usually didn't like parties, but he couldn't say no to her face. Not when she looked so small in front of him, so needy for his presence at all times. It fed his ego for sure, but it was also nice to be wanted.

"Is there a dress code or some shit?" He asked.

"N-No, I don't think so? If there is then she never mentioned it."

"Ok, then this is what I'm wearing." He said.

"So, does that mean you're coming?" Y/n asked, excitement lacing her voice.

"Sure. I don't have any other plans."

"Yay! I'm going to go get ready right now! We need to leave in 30 minutes!" Y/n squealed, running to her room.

Edward watched her, closing the door to his bedroom a few seconds after. He turned the music off, knowing that they would be leaving soon. Opening his closet, he looked for a jacket to wear over his tank top. Grunting, he grabbed the first one he saw, which was denim. He had patches sewn on it, each from different bands he listened to. He also sewed a bunch of green question marks into it. Shrugging, he slid the jacket on and grabbed a pack of smokes from off his nightstand. His lighter was already in his pocket, so he grabbed his pocket knife and put it in his back pocket. You could never be too safe in Gotham. Even he knew that. As he walked out of his bedroom and closed the door behind him, he wondered about what he just agreed to. If y/n's friends were anything like her, then he would have a headache within the first 5 minutes. Sighing, he grabbed his wallet from off of the table next to the front door and put it in his other front pocket. He could hear music from y/n's room as the shower cut off. A couple seconds later he could hear the hairdryer. Y/n usually liked to take her time getting ready, but if there was a time limit then she could get ready extremely fast. She always liked to be early to everything, which was a good thing. Edward was the same way.

"Can't even drink while I'm there..." He mumbled, realizing that should be prepared to be the designated driver.

After about 10 minutes, y/n came out of her bedroom. She had on a lacy spaghetti strap tank top, it was a soft purple in color. Her pants were ripped denim shorts, which was a good choice since it was summer in Gotham. Y/n's hair was let down, wavy in some places and curly in others, chaotic but cute, just like her. Underneath her hair was a white ribbon that tied into a quaint bow on the top of her head, off-centered on purpose so it wasn't so symmetrical. Blush adorned her cheeks and the tip of her nose. Her eyelashes were accentuated with mascara, a glittery eyeshadow with no color covered her eyelids. Y/n's lips were plumped up with a shiny pink lip-gloss. Edward felt heat rush to his face, and he quickly looked away.

"Ok! I'm done! Just gotta get shoes on!" Y/n cheered, rushing to the door.

Edward stood up, watching her as she bent over and slid on light blue converse. The shoes had tiny gems on the edges, and stickers on the top of it. He remembered when she customized them. He walked in the living room one night to see her hunched over them, it was really amusing. Clearing his throat, he slid his combat boots on. Y/n grabbed her purse and Edward grabbed his car keys.

"You're gonna have to tell me the directions." He said.

"Oh, are you driving?"

"I was hoping we could take my car."

"Aw, but I wanna take my car..." Y/n pouted.

He grunted, closing his eyes shut. Mumbling under his breath he pinched the bridge of his nose. Edward let out a sigh and placed his keys back on the table.

"Ffffine."

"Yay!"

Edward was slumped in the passenger seat of y/n's soft pink mini cooper. The interior was light brown leather, and it smelled just like her room, like fruit punch. Tiny little stuffed animals, beanie babies, and squishmallows were in her backseat. One beanie baby, which was a unicorn, was in the corner of her dashboard, in front of Edward. Y/n giggled, turning into the driveway of her friends house. She got out of the car quickly, shutting the door behind her. Edward got out too, hitting his head on the roof of the inside of the car. Wincing, he cursed under his breath. Once he was out he closed the door, hearing y/n lock the door shortly after.

"Your car makes me stick out like a sore thumb." He said.

"Yep! I know! Now, let's go!" Y/n said, skipping to the front door.

Edward shoved his hands in his pockets, following y/n slowly. The only reason he agreed to coming was to make sure y/n was safe. He hated going to parties, and he didn't even know the people, so it was even worse. But, it's hard to say no when y/n gives him puppy dog eyes. Stepping up on the front porch, y/n knocked rapidly on the door, ringing the doorbell twice after. Edward chuckled softly, standing behind her. When the door opened, y/n was practically bouncing in place.

"Oh, y/n! Hey! I was worried you weren't coming!" Her friend said.

"Sorry, Emily, we got stuck in traffic." Y/n said, gesturing to Edward.

Emily looked behind y/n, looking Edward up and down. He looked ominous towering over behind y/n. His eyes were tired and he smelled like leather and pine.

"Oh, you'll have to introduce everyone to him. Me included. But, please, come in! It's really hot outside. We've got AC in here." Emily said, moving aside so they could walk in.

"Thanks Emmy!" Y/n walked inside, Edward following close behind.

With how close Edward was following y/n, you'd think that he'd be scared to leave her side. But, he wasn't. Not even close. He didn't look like a lost puppy, he looked like a rabid attack dog that would maul someone if they breathed a little too hard. He was like a bodyguard following y/n around. Everyone looked towards y/n, smiling when they saw her. At work, y/n was considered the nicest and friendliest person. But, that also led to people taking advantage of her. Asking her to cover shifts, stay late, and even do other peoples jobs. Edward knew about all of this, because y/n would tell him about it. It was sad that she didn't realize it was manipulation. This was partially another reason that Edward came: to make sure that y/n wasn't coerced into doing something for someone. He didn't want to see her come home 3 hours past when her shift ended for the 3rd time this week.

"Hey girl! Oh, who's Mr. Tall, scary, and hostile?" A girl asked.

Edward looked at her, his face emotionless and dull. The girl looked away quickly, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. Y/n smiled as everyone gathered around, it wasn't that many people, maybe 10 people. That was without including her and Edward. Emily was there as well. Placing her hands on Edward's shoulder, y/n shook him lightly, not getting a reaction from him. A few people chuckled, causing Edward to grunt lightly.

"This is my roommate, Edward! I'd be living on the streets without him!"

"Oh, THAT Edward! Y/n talks about you all the time at work!" One guy said, taking a sip of his drink.

Edward smirked slightly, letting it fall as quickly as it appeared. Y/n awkwardly laughed, brushing the comment off.

"Uh, where's the drinks at? I'm parched!" She asked.

"In the kitchen, and outside we have music playing, we have a pool too. Though, I forgot to mention that to everyone. So, only go for a swim if you're ok with not having a change of clothes." Emily laughed.

"I already know someone is going to get so drunk they jump in. And, it won't be me. Maybe." Y/n smiled.

Emily turned to Edward.

"Do you want a drink, Edward?" She asked.

"I'll take a Coke." Was all he said.

"I'll get it for ya!" Y/n smiled, going to the kitchen.

Some people in the house made their way outside, other's sat on the couch in the living room and talked. Edward leaned against the wall that connected to the banister of the staircase. He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched y/n in the kitchen, ignoring basically everyone around him.

"So, what's it like living with y/n?" Emily asked.

Edward raised an eyebrow, breaking eye contact with y/n to look at the fairly tall woman. He shrugged, sighing as he looked up at the ceiling.

"It was jarring at first, she's pretty hyper. But, I'm getting used to it." He replied simply.

"Well, Adam was right earlier. She does talk about you a lot. Don't tell her I said that though." She laughed.

"Uh huh." He mumbled.

Emily took this as a sign to walk away, which Edward greatly appreciated. He was not one for socializing. Hence, why he doesn't like parties. Shortly after, y/n came back from the kitchen. She gave Edward a can of Coke, and took a sip of the drink she got.

"What did you get?" He asked.

"Margarita. Well, a poorly made one. But, a margarita nonetheless." She replied, giggling.

"Alright."

"You wanna go outside?" Y/n asked.

"Sure, I need a smoke anyways." He grunted.

The two of them walked outside, Edward glaring at some of her coworkers as they did so. His glasses caught the reflection of the moon, and he leaned against the outside of the house. Placing his coke down on the porch banister, he pulled out a cigarette. With it between his lips, he lit the end of it and took a drag. He blew smoke to his left, making sure it was going away from the backdoor, not wanting to get smoke inside the host's house. Watching y/n, he noticed her talking to a few people, coworkers no doubt. The sound of crickets and frogs in the summer night comforted Edward and made him feel relaxed. Taking another drag, he blew it to his side again. Y/n had already drank her entire margarita. She came back to the patio and looked at Edward, pointing at her drink.

"Gonna get another!" She said.

He nodded curtly, confused as to why she told him. He wasn't in charge of her. She could do what she wanted. He took another puff from his cigarette. The two guys that y/n was talking to approached him. He raised an eyebrow, looking up at them from his hunched over posture.

"Yeah?" He asked, voice hoarse.

"You're y/n's roommate?" One guy asked.

"Last time I checked." He answered.

"Can you do us a solid?" The other one asked.

Edward didn't answer, only looked at them. The guy on the left elbowed the guy on the right softly, chuckling. Ed took another drag from his cigarette.

"Is she a good fuck?" One of them asked.

"Yeah, she seems like she'd open her legs for a good price." The other commented.

Edward's eyes narrowed as he finished his drag, blowing the smoke directly at them. He mumbled under his breath, something about how gross they were. The two men coughed, trying to wave away the smoke. Edward straightened his posture, fixing his glasses that were slightly crooked.

"What the fuck, man?" One guy asked.

"That was a dick move!" The other said.

Edward put his cigarette out on the bottom of his boots. He glanced to his left and saw an ashtray on the banister. He dropped the cigarette in there. Noticing he had a few ashes on the tips of his fingers, he brushed them off on the shirts of the two guys.

"Mhm." He grunted, walking away from them and going inside.

Edward didn't bother saying anything to the two men, it would be a waste of his breath. But, he did know that he didn't want y/n to be anywhere near those cretins. He went to the kitchen, seeing y/n pour herself another margarita. Walking up to her, Edward tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around, take a huge gulp of her drink, smiling wide at him after.

"Hi Eddie!" She giggled.

"How many drinks have you had?"

"Well...th-this is my 4th one..." She hiccupped.

"I see. Well, I think it's getting late. We should head back home." He said.

Just as he said that, one of y/n's coworkers walked up to the kitchen counter. She leaned over, propping her elbows up and letting her cleavage show. Edward looked at her and rolled his eyes, looking back at y/n.

"Hey girly~ tell me about your friend here. He seems interesting." She winked at him.

"Oh! W-Well-"

"I'm not interested." He replied curtly.

The girl scoffed, standing up. She mumbled under her breath.

'Prick.'

Edward looked back at y/n, seeing that she was absolutely wasted. He sighed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. The two men from early walked in and Edward glared at them. Leading y/n to the living room, he whispered down in her ear discreetly.

"We need to leave, ok? I'll tell you why when we get in your car."

She nodded, unsure of why Edward wanted to leave so bad. But, after living with him for a little over 2 months, she trusted him. Y/n glanced over her shoulder and saw two guys staring at her. She looked back at Edward and he nodded subtly. Y/n took this as a signal to say bye to her coworkers.

"H-Hey guysss, it's g-getting late. I think weee're gonna go hooome." She said, smiling drunkenly.

"Aw, already? It's only been an hour since you got here! Stay longer, you're always the life of the party!" One girl with a braid said.

Edward squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, knowing how easily she was influenced by her coworkers. She fidgeted with the hem of her tank top, drinking the rest of her margarita. She shook her head.

"N-No, sorry..."

"Ok, well, before you leave, do you think you can cover a shift for me this weekend? I know you don't work weekends, but I have a concert to go to and I really don't want to miss it." A guy said.

"Well, I-I sup-pose..."

Y/n looked up at Edward, seeing that he was watching the two guys in the kitchen. They were eyeing up y/n, and y/n finally noticed that. She shook her head.

"No, I can't. We-We're leaving nowww, bye everyone." She slurred.

Before anyone could say anything, Edward made sure y/n had her purse on her and they left the living room. He guided her to the front door, watching the two guys as he opened up the door for her. He quickly followed her, closing the door and helping her go down the steps. Edward opened up the passenger door for her, making sure she buckled herself in. He groaned before getting in the driver seat of the pastel pink mini cooper. He felt like a giant in the vehicle.

"Who were those two guys?" He asked, buckling up and backing out of the driveway.

"J-Josh and Aaron..." She stuttered.

"Don't ever talk to them at work. Don't ever accept anything from them and do your best to not work a shift alone with them." He demanded, his tone serious and instructive.

Y/n nodded.

"W-Why?" She asked.

Edward sighed, gripping the steering wheel as he put the blinker on. He turned left and glanced quickly at y/n.

"They asked me a very disgusting question about you. And then they made a gross comment on you." He said.

"Like w-what?" She asked.

Edward scoffed, stopping at a red light.

"Well, one of them asked me if you were a good fuck. And then the other one said that you seemed like you'd open your legs up for a good price." He said through gritted teeth.

Y/n went quiet, giggling drunkenly. Edward didn't understand why she found it amusing. But, he assumed that she was just drunk and laughing it off. Deep down, it probably made her very uncomfortable.

"I've n-never even fucked anyone bef-fore." She hiccupped.

Edward found this comment surprising. He figured a beautiful girl like her would have had plenty of sexual encounters. But, here he was, being proved wrong. Still, he shrugged and turned onto their block.

"Don't let them know that. Knowing how creepy they are, they'll probably find a way to twist that and sexualize you in ways no one ever should. They seem like the kind of people to fantasize about...taking advantage of you..." He said, shuddering at the thought, the words feeling like poison on his tongue.

Y/n mumbled to herself, staring out the window. Edward sighed, pulling into the parking garage of their apartment building. Parking the car, he got out and closed his door. Walking around the car, he opened up y/n's door and helped her get out. She groaned, the salt from the rim of her margarita cup stuck to the corners of her lips. Edward huffed, letting y/n hold onto his arm for stability. She was absolutely hammered. It was clear that she could not hold her drink well. Locking the car, Edward put the keys in his pocket and helped y/n up the stairs. When they reached their apartment, Edward unlocked the door and opened it up. Y/n went straight for the bathroom and Edward heard her gag over the toilet. Sliding off his boots, he hung his denim jacket up and picked up y/n's shoes that she removed when running to the bathroom. He walked to the kitchen, grabbing a sticky note from off the counter and picked up the pen next to it. Scribbling something down, he slapped the note onto the door of the fridge.

'Josh/Aaron=shit'

He grinned, proud of the little reminder he posted up. When the two of them needed to remember something, or communicate with the other, they would leave post-it notes on the fridge. It was usually used to let the other know if there was no milk left, or if a certain food was theirs. But, this worked good too. Edward walked to the bathroom, knocking on the door. Y/n didn't respond, but he heard a flush. The faucet of the sink ran for a little while, and then the door opened up. Y/n's mascara ran down her face slightly.

"You ok?" He asked.

"Y-Yeah...just wanna go to bed..." She mumbled, tears forming in her eyes.

Edward watched as she went to her bedroom, about to turn around to go to his own. Her meek voice caused him to stop, looking back towards her.

"Th-thank you for getting me out of there. I d-don't know why I hang out with those people..." She sniffled.

"Don't thank me, y/n. That's the whole reason I went."

"What reason?"

Edward grinned, pulling out the pocket knife he had in his back pocket. Y/n's eyes widened slightly and she blushed subtly. She felt butterflies in her stomach at the sight.

"To make sure you were safe."

After that incident, y/n felt safer with Edward than she had ever felt with anyone else in her life. Her fascination with Edward turned into full love. Edward felt love towards y/n as well, feeling the urge to protect her at all times. What started off as two roommates finding each other annoying, had evolved into love and adoration. One night, Edward notices how shy y/n is around him. She tells him that she has feelings for him, and he listens to every word of it.

-3 months after moving in-

Y/n sighed, a pen and paper on her desk as she sketched away. She couldn't get his eyes out of her head. His dark, tired, mysterious eyes that hid behind his messy bangs. She giggled as she remembered seeing him in only a towel, recalling how it made her stomach do backflips. A knock at her door snapped her out of her thoughts, causing her to turn down the music that played from her speaker. It was her playlist she listened to when she was in a really happy mood, so basically, it was music that Edward wouldn't listen to. She looked in the mirror, making sure her hair was cute. She was wearing a peachy color oversized t-shirt that she got from a thrift store. It ended just in the middle of her thighs, hiding the cream colored panties she was wearing. Opening the door, she looked up at Edward who stood before her. A dark olive green tank top covered his chest, his arms on display, and a pair of flannel pants hid his legs away. The black socks he wore contrasted heavily against her pink ones.

"Hey, Eddie. D-Do you need something? Is my music too loud?" She asked, feeling sheepish.

"Huh? Oh, no it's not. Uh, I was wondering if you had anything to eat yet? I haven't had something to eat, so I figured I'd just order some pizza or some shit." He said, stretching his arms upwards, revealing his happy trail.

Y/n's eyes trailed down slightly, but quickly flicked back up to his own. She shook her head, clearing her throat. Edward tilted his head to the side slightly.

"Uh, no. I haven't had anything to eat yet. P-Pizza sounds good." She stuttered, trying to hide the notebook that she was drawing by blocking it from his vision.

Edward noticed how awkward she was being, and decided to make it worse, just for fun. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and walked in y/n's room. Sitting down on her bed, he was careful not to sit on any stuffed animals. Last time he did that she nearly ripped his face off. Y/n shyly sat back at her desk, trying to ignore the fact that he was ordering food in her room. However, she took advantage of this and took occasional glances at his eyes, using them as references to get a more accurate drawing of his eyes. Edward watched as she scribbled away, placing the order over the phone. Once it was placed, he hung up and slid the phone back into his pocket. Getting up from the bed, he walked over and looked over y/n's shoulder.

"They said it'll be at least 15 minutes." He briefly explained.

Y/n flinched when she realized he was behind her. Frozen in place, she watched in terror as Edward picked up the notebook, looking at the sketches of his eyes. He chuckled, placing the notebook back down.

"Those are pretty good, you really captured how tired I look all the time." He said, being serious about his compliment.

"Th-Thank you..." She stuttered.

Her heart felt like it was about to burst with him standing behind her. Slowly, she turned around in the chair and stood up. Edward watched as she walked to her bed, picking up a hello kitty plush and fidgeting with it. She looked nervous, and Edward had a good idea as to why. Y/n sat on the edge of her bed, watching as Edward leaned against the wall that was directly in front of her.

"Um, E-Edward?" She asked.

"Uh huh?"

"There's something I need to tell you..."

He nodded, grabbing y/n's chair from her desk. Pulling it towards him, he sat in it, getting close to her. She felt her heart race, the moment feeling intimate with him being in front of her. Letting out a shaky breath, y/n fidgeted with the plush in her lap.

"W-When I first moved in with you...I was really skeptical..." She started.

He listened intently, spreading his legs slightly as he leaned back into the chair. Y/n swallowed, her throat suddenly feeling dry. His presence was enough to make y/n feel anxious.

"But, I c-couldn't help but notice that I had f-feelings...for you..." She mumbled.

"Oh really?" He asked, not surprised at all.

"Y-Yeah...I think I...I think I love you...Edward..."

He nodded, his glasses glinting from the fairy lights that were hung in y/n's room. She anxiously awaited his response. Her eyes stayed on him as he stood up, pushing the chair back to where he got it from. Taking a few steps, he stood directly in front of y/n. Sighing, he knelt down, looking up at her as he gently held her hands in his.

"I know you love me, y/n. I've known for a while. I've felt the same." He said, rubbing over her knuckles with his thumbs.

Y/n's eyes widened and she felt heat rush to her cheeks. She was stunned by his gentle demeanor, not used to it. He was usually gruff and blunt. Sure, he could be nice and caring every now and then, but this time he was being vulnerable.

"You mean..."

"Yes, y/n. I love you, too." He reassured, kissing her hand.

Y/n gasped softly, unable to comprehend what was happening before her. She watched as he reached his hand up slowly, cupping the side of her face in his palm. He hummed to himself, the music that played softly in the background providing a nice ambience, even if it was y/n's hyperpop music.

"I don't know how else to ask you, y/n, so I'll just say it." He said, sitting up, meeting her eye line.

"Will you be my girlfriend? I probably made that sound like we're in middle school, but whatever." He chuckled.

Y/n nodded frantically.

Edward smiled, looking down at her lips. Brushing his thumb over them, he sighed. Y/n looked at his as well, wondering how they would feel against hers.

"May I kiss you?" He asked.

"Yes, please."

Leaning in, he tilted his head slightly. His lips met with y/n's in a soft embrace. His hand held the sides of her face gently as y/n's slithered around his neck. She sighed in delight as he pulled away, completely enamored with his entire being.

"You're so heavenly, y/n. My angel on earth." He cooed, dimples showing as he smiled.

"Oh, Edward..." Y/n giggled.

"Why don't you and I go watch a movie while we wait for the pizza, hm?" He asked.

"That sounds good. What movie?" Y/n asked, grabbing Edward's hand as he helped her up.

Y/n tossed the hello kitty plush back on the bed. Turning off the music that was playing, she followed her boyfriend out of the room. Edward thought for a moment, running a hand through his hair. As they walked, y/n caught whiff of his scent and nearly melted. She hated the smell of smoke, but when it came from Edward mixed with pine, leather, and green tea, she couldn't resist.

"Let's watch a horror movie, is that ok with you?"

Y/n nodded.

"I love horror movies, I had a huge crush on Stu Macher for a long time. Still kinda do..."

"Oh, you're one of those girls." He winked.

Y/n blushed, sticking her tongue out at him. The two of them sat down on the couch, the only light in the room coming from the fairy lights that y/n convinced Edward to hang on the wall behind the T.V. Y/n snuggled against his chest, feeling him sigh under her touch. He rested his hand on her thigh as he wrapped his around around her. Y/n watched as Edward put on Friday The 13th. As the movie played, y/n giggled, the feeling vibrating through Edward's chest.

"What's so funny, squirt?" He asked.

"Nothing, I just can't believe we're dating now. I'm just super happy!"

"I'm happy too, angel." He cooed, kissing the top of her head.

A knock on the door made them both look away from the T.V. Edward got up, letting y/n stay on the couch. He smiled as he saw her watching the movie from the corner of his eye as he opened the door. Flipping through his wallet, he pulled out 15 dollars, 10 dollars for the pizza and 5 as a tip. He always tipped people who worked in customer service. Edward was a really friendly person, but he looked like he could rip your throat out. So, the pizza delivery guy was quick to leave. He looked at y/n and faked a surprised face as he showed her the pizza, y/n giggled and got up from the couch. Edward placed the box on the kitchen table.

"Go ahead and start eating, I'm gonna get some water. Do you want some?" He asked.

"Oh, yes please!"

Edward poured two glasses of water, bringing them back to the table and placing them down. He looked at the T.V and chuckled, looking at y/n as she took a bite of pizza.

"Honestly, if I was a killer and I saw a naked woman in the woods, I'd run away. Do you know how awkward that would be? Like, 'Hey, I know you're basically naked but I kinda wanna kill you...so...you ok with that?' Like, how do you handle that?" He asked.

"Yeah, you're right! That's so weird. I don't care who you are, if you see a naked person in the woods, you're gonna be a little thrown off." She agreed.

The two of them continued to watch the movie, eating their pizza as they did so. Edward stole occasional glances at y/n, smiling every time she laughed or reacted to the movie. Every thing she did made his heart swell. Once he finished eating and y/n finished eating, Edward cleaned up their mess, even though y/n offered to do it. The movie came to an end as Edward finished cleaning up, and y/n gave him a kiss on the cheek. He repeated the gesture, saying good night before he walked to his room. Y/n grabbed his hand, frowning as she looked at him. He chuckled and tilted his head to the side.

"What's wrong, angel?"

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"To bed...?"

"Well, um, can you sleep with me tonight?" She mumbled sheepishly.

Edward smirked, nodding as he embraced her in a hug. Y/n smiled and pulled away, running to her room quickly. Humming to himself, Edward turned off all the lights that were still on, turning the T.V off as well. He did a double check of all the windows of the apartment and the front door, making sure they were closed and locked up.

"Eddie, come on! I moved my stuffed animals for you!" She called.

"I'm coming angel, just double checking things." He said, walking to y/n's room.

Stepping inside, he saw that y/n moved all of the stuffed animals on the bed to the corner of her room, all in a pile. However, she did leave a worn out rabbit on the bed, something from her childhood. Edward had to admit, her bed looked extremely cozy with all the fluffy blankets and plump pillows she had. Y/n went into her bathroom, brushing her teeth. Edward forgot about that, and quickly went to his bathroom to do the same. Once he came back, he saw that y/n laid flat across the bed, head hanging off the other side. She was stretching her back out in a comical way. Smirking to himself, Edward crouched down and attacked her thighs with kisses. Y/n shrieked and shot up instantly. Edward looked up at her from his position on the ground, watching her face turn red. The subtle muscles in his arms were flexed from how his arms were propped up. Y/n couldn't help but stare at them, squeezing her thighs together at the sight. Edward noticed and raised an eyebrow, finding the movement to be curious. Testing it, he pushed himself up with his hands, making sure to flex his arms as he did so, and lo and behold, y/n couldn't look away. Chuckling, Edward looked down at her thighs and hummed at how gently she rubbed them together.

"What are you doing there, hun?" He asked.

Y/n looked away, blushing. Firmly, yet softly, Edward moved her chin to force her to look at him. His eyes were soft as he looked into hers, seeing how nervous she was.

"You just...you make me feel hot. And I get..." She trailed.

Edward placed his hands on her thighs, looking up at her for approval. She nodded, breath hitching as he spread her legs slightly. His expression was understanding, knowing that y/n never did anything sexual with someone before. He wasn't sure if she had done anything to herself, she obviously knew about being turned on, so most likely she has.

"...wet?" He finished smoothly.

Y/n nodded, face beet red as she watched him massage her thighs. He planted a kiss on her inner thigh, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin. Edward could feel her shiver under his touch and it drove him wild. Standing up slowly, he looked down at her. Her little bambi eyes gazed up in his baggy eyes. He brought his hand down and stroked her hair.

"You make me so...hot and bothered, Eddie. I just...please..." She sighed desperately.

"Oh, you precious thing..." Edward cooed, reaching down and stroking her hair.

Y/n's eyes were wide and her mouth was slightly agape. He chuckled, trailing his hand away from her hair and down to her chin. Gently, he pulled at y/n's bottom lip with his thumb. Y/n squeezed her thighs together once again.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked sweetly, a hint of desire lacing his tone.

Y/n whimpered, breathing heavily. She didn't even know how to respond to his question. It was so bold and blunt, something that he was able to be with ease. But y/n had a hard time with that, unable to get her thoughts out fully. She nodded, lips forming a pitiful pout. Edward bent back down to her level, grabbing her leg gently and lifting it up. Slowly, he trailed kisses up her shin, over her knee, and up to the bottom of her thigh. Y/n shivered at the feeling of his lips against her skin.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck you, angel? I need to hear you say it."

"Y-Yes, Eddie, please..." She whined.

"I'll give it to you angel, I promise. I'm going to show you what sex is, what it means, and I'll show you how much I love you through it."

Y/n breathed heavily, watching as he stood back up. Glancing out of y/ns room, he looked back at her.

"I need to get something, hun. I'll be right back." He said.

Y/n watched as he left the room, hearing him opening drawers in his own. She took this as an opportunity to catch her breath, even though she figured she'd lose it again within a few minutes. As Edward came back in the room, y/n saw that he had a condom in his hand.

"If I'm going to take your virginity, I'm going to be safe about it." He said.

Y/n smiled at him, appreciating how thoughtful and responsible he was being. She would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. But, knowing that Edward would be the one popping her cherry, she felt comfortable. Safe. In the right hands.

"Are you sure you want to do this, angel? If it's something you don't want, then I won't do it. I don't need sex from you, I'm happy just being in love with you." He said.

"Y-Yes, Ed. I'm sure. I want this. I want to do this with you." She reassured.

Edward nodded as he placed the condom on the nightstand. In one fluid motion, he removed his tank top, his bare chest on display. Y/n shivered as he let his pants fall to the ground as well. The bulge in his boxers was evident, and it caused her eyes to widen. Sitting down next to her, he patted his lap. Y/n took the invitation gladly, straddling his lap. Edward brushed a piece of hair out of her face, looking deep into her eyes.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?"

Y/n blushed, about to say something before being cut off by Edward's lips. She melted into the kiss, hooking her arms around his neck. His hands trailed down from her shoulders to her lower back. Sliding his hand under her shirt, he rubbed circles into her skin.

"Have you ever been given oral, angel? It's ok if you haven't." He said.

Y/n shook her head.

"Do you want it?"

She nodded quickly, the idea of Edward's lips over her pussy making her whimper softly. He smiled, kissing her forehead before gently flipping her over on her back. Letting her legs hang over the edge of the bed, Edward closed her legs, hooking his thumbs under the fabric of her panties. Y/n sat up, holding his hands in place. Looking up at her, he cooed.

"Honey, I'm not going to judge you. You're perfect just the way you are."

Y/n nodded, releasing her grip on Edward's hands. Propping herself up on her elbows, he watched as Edward pulled her panties off, placing them beside her on the bed. With his palms, he spread open her legs, looking at her center. He let out a shaky breath, kissing her thighs.

"Just like I figured. Perfect." He said.

Leaning forward, Edward let his breath fan against her soaked core. She shivered, hips bucking simply from his breath. Slowly, he let his tongue roll out of his mouth, placing it against her. Y/n moaned and gripped the sheets. Letting her get used to the feeling, he massaged her hips. After a few moments, he licked a stripe in between her folds. When she bucked her hips again, he held her legs down firmly. Edward began to suck at her clit, tongue flicking over it occasionally. He was fluid with his movements, making sure it wasn't too overwhelming for her. Y/n reached down and tugged at Edward's hair, signaling for him to stop. Groaning at the sensation, he pulled away from her legs. His lips glistened with her arousal, wiping it off with his thumb before licking it off. Y/n was panting heavily, face flushed.

"You did so good, angel. How did that feel?" He asked, rubbing her thighs softly.

"S-So good..." She gasped.

"I'm glad, darling. Are you ready for more?" He asked.

Swallowing a lump in her throat, she nodded. Her thighs were coated in her slick and Edward's saliva. It served as a lubrication for Edward as he gently slid his finger between her folds, letting it coat his finger with the wetness.

"Ok, I'll be slow. You'll probably feel a small stretch, ok? I'm just going to use one finger." He explained.

"Ok, Eddie. I trust you."

Just like he said, he slowly pushed his pointer finger inside of her. Wanting her to slowly adjust, he only went down to his first knuckle. Y/n whimpered, the sensation a new feeling to her. Edward pushed in to his second knuckle, causing y/n to gasp. After a few more seconds, he slid his entire finger inside her. Y/n's back arched.

"How's that feel? Does it hurt, baby?" He checked.

"N-No, just pressure...so good...m-more?" She asked.

"You want more, are you sure?"

"Yes!" She cried.

Obliging, Edward slid his middle finger inside of her. Y/n yelped, panting as he slowly pumped in and out of her. The pace was slow enough that she could handle it but not too fast to where it hurt. It was perfect, almost like he knew her body inside and out. He smirked.

"Can I do something?" He asked.

Y/n nodded.

Edward stretched his fingers out in a scissoring motion, watching y/n squeal and arch her back. He reveled in the sight of her pleasure, slowly repeating the motion as he pumped inside of her. After she got used to it, he pulled out, laughing at her whines. She grabbed his hand, putting it back between her legs. He pulled it away, shaking his head.

"Angel, don't you want me? Or, are you still not ready for it?" He asked, lifting her shirt up slightly and placing a kiss on her tummy.

"N-No, I want it! 'M just nervous..." She mumbled.

"Aw, pretty girl. I told you I'd be gentle with you. I'm going to take good care of you, I promise you. You just need to trust me, angel."

Y/n nodded.

"Ok, but if I say stop you'll stop right?" She asked.

"Of course, sweetheart."

She smiled, feeling better about what was to come. Edward gently picked her up, placing her head down on her pillow. Reaching over to his side, he grabbed the condom off the nightstand. Y/n grabbed the hem of her shirt, looking up at Edward.

"Only if you want to, y/n." He said.

She nodded, slowly lifting it up over her head. Y/n tossed it to the side. Edward looked down at her as he straddled her lap. His eyes scanned her chest, leaning down and placing kisses over it.

"You're so beautiful, y/n. I mean that." He said, in awe of the woman below him.

Y/n leaned forward, grabbing onto the waistband of Edward's boxers. He smiled at her eagerness. Nodding, he let her pull them down. Her eyes widened as his dick popped out, causing her breath to hitch. She swallowed a lump in her throat. Leaning forward, she opened her mouth. Laughing, Edward pushed her back gently. Sliding his boxers off completely, he dropped them on the ground.

"No, not tonight y/n. Tonight is about you. You're all I care about tonight." He hummed.

She nodded, watching as he opened up the wrapper for the condom. Placing the trash on the night stand, Edward rolled the condom over his dick. He hissed at the contact, twitching in his hand. Y/n shuddered at the thought of it inside of her. But, it also exhilarated her.

"Are you ready, angel? If you've changed your mind, that's perfectly fine."

"Eddie, please, I need you..." She whined.

Shivering, he nodded and lined himself up with her. He propped himself up on his right arm, cupping y/n's face with his left hand. He counted down from 3, making sure y/n wasn't caught off guard. Groaning, he slowly slid inside of her, only pushing the tip inside. Y/n moaned, reaching up and hooking her fingers in his hair.

"Oh, fuck. Angel, you're so tight. A-Are you ok...?" He asked.

Y/n nodded, taking deep breaths.

"Y-Yeah, I'm ok. Keep going, j-just slow. I want it all..."

Edward nodded, doing as she said. Slowly, his dick pushed inside her, inch by inch. The feeling of her walls stretching around him made him roll his eyes back, burying his face into the crook of her neck. He whimpered in her ear, lifting y/n up slightly so he could wrap his arms around her. Y/n whined as she felt him twitch inside of her.

"L-Let me know when you want me to move, baby." He panted.

Edward stilled inside of her, kissing her neck delicately. His heart fluttered as he felt her pulse around him. He had had sex with people before, but it never felt meaningful. So, right now, in this moment, Edward felt absolutely enamored with the girl below him. His girlfriend. He wanted to show her how much he loved her, and he wanted it to be exactly what she wanted it to be. He wasn't the type to listen to anyone, but he would do anything y/n asked. He would do anything for his angel.

"E-Eddie...I'm ready, please." She panted.

Edward nodded, slowly pulling back and pushing inside of her. Each thrust was gentle and loving, not wanting to be too harsh with her. Y/n moaned underneath him, tightening around him as he kept a steady pace. Scratching at his back, y/n groaned.

"I want it faster, please!" She pleaded.

Edward knew he was going slow, but he was worried about hurting her. Moaning, he picked up his pace, hips slapping against hers. Y/n continued to moan underneath him, begging and crying for more. She wanted it faster and harder. Propping himself up on both of his hands, he hovered over her.

"Are you sure, angel? I don't want to hurt you."

"Eddie, I'm sure. Please, I wanna cum! Please! I need you so bad, Eddie please..." She whined, her voice desperate and pitiful.

He let out a guttural groan as he reared back and rutted up into her. Edward watched as her eyes rolled back, scratching at his shoulder blades. His mouth opened slightly as he maintained his harsh pace, whimpering at the sound of her moans and whines.

"Oh f-f-fuck!" Y/n cried out.

"Y-You like this? Does it f-feel good, angel?"

"Oh, fuck, yes d-daddy!"

Edward's eyes widened, a pathetic moan leaving his lips. That name sounded so sinful leaving her mouth. It was laced with a sweet honey that Edward couldn't get enough of. Moaning, he grabbed her hips and quickened his pace.

"I-I'm g-gonna...I think I'm..." She gasped.

"That's good, angel. I'll get you there. H-How do you wanna cum, baby?" He asked in between sloppy thrusts.

"M-Mouth..." Was all she said.

Edward pulled out of her, dropping to his knees off the bed. He pulled her close to him, cupping his mouth over her pussy. Lapping hungrily at her core, he buried his tongue inside of her. Y/n moaned, arching her back as she gripped at his hair. Pulling away, Edward put a finger inside of her, curling it inside of her.

"That's it, cum for me baby. You've got it..." He cooed.

As if on command, y/n let out a loud and erotic moan as her orgasm washed over her. She whimpered as Edward swallowed every bit of her climax, not wanting to waste a single drop. It smeared over his face as he buried his face between her thighs. He acted like he hadn't eaten food in weeks, and her arousal was the only sustenance he could get. It went down his throat like a sweet honey and he wanted more and more. But when there was no more, he pulled away, a string of saliva from her pussy attached to his bottom lip. It broke as he stood up and looked down at y/n. The sight of her naked and run through was enough to bring him to his own orgasm. He groaned, bending over and gripping onto the sheets for stability as he pumped his hot load into the condom. Panting, he let it ride out, a shiver running down his spine when it went away. Pulling the condom off, he tied it and tossed it in the waste bin near y/n's night stand. His glasses were fogged up and he was breathing heavily. Using his fingers, he cleared his glasses and leaned down, kissing the top of y/n's head.

"Ok, I'm gonna pick you up now. Is that ok?" He asked.

She nodded, holding out her arms so it was easier for him. Y/n wasn't the only one who was utterly exhausted from the events that played out. Grunting, Edward placed y/n on the counter top in her bathroom. Grabbing a wash cloth, he dampened it and gently wiped away her climax off his face. After that, he cleaned off the arousal and spit that was smeared over her thighs. Once that was done, he left washed his hands. While he did this, he yawned.

"Make sure you go to the bathroom, ok?"

"M'kay, Eddie."

"I'm gonna get you a new pair of underwear. I'll wait in bed for you, angel. I just want to make sure you're taken care of first." He said.

Leaving the bathroom, Edward closed the door behind him. Grabbing his boxers, he put them back on. Yawning, he didn't even bother with trying to find his tank top as he went to y/n's dresser. Opening different drawers, he looked until he found the one with y/n's underwear. He was surprised to see she had lacey panties, but he didn't pick one of those. Looking through, found one pair that looked like it would be the most comfortable. He grabbed y/'s shirt from off the floor and placed them on the bed. He groaned, realizing that he needed to brush his teeth.

"Hey angel, I'm going to brush my teeth again ok?"

"Wow, did I taste that bad?" She joked.

"Haha." He mumbled to himself as he went to his bedroom.

He was quick with brushing his teeth, wanting to get under the covers with y/n. Rinsing his mouth out of the toothpaste, he left his room and came back to y/n's. He was happy to see that she put on the clothes he laid out and got in bed. He closed the bedroom door behind him.

"Do you sleep with those lights on?" He asked, gesturing to the fairy lights that hung around her room.

She nodded. Edward smiled and turned off the main bedroom light, leaving the fairy lights on. Feeling cold, he was quick to get in bed behind y/n, drawing her close to his chest. She turned around, nuzzling into his chest.

"That was amazing, Edward." Y/n smiled.

"I'm really glad I could do that for you, y/n. I wanted it your first time to be special."

"Well, it was. You made me feel so comfortable. You talked me through the whole thing, I really appreciated that. I was super nervous."

"Of course I guided you through it, I wasn't going to leave you in the dark."

"You're so sweet..."

"By the way, no, you did not taste bad. Quite the opposite actually." He hummed.

"Yeah, you were acting like it was a four course meal." She giggled.

"Uh, cause it was. Speaking of, I didn't get any desert. Can I snack on a couple of your fingers? I'll leave you your pinkies." He joked, opening his mouth, about to put her fingers in his mouth.

"What?! No! You weirdo!" She laughed, snatching her hand away from him.

He scoffed, rolling on his back and staring at the ceiling. Crossing his arms over his chest, he mumbled to himself, pretending to be mad. Y/n rolled her eyes, resting her head on his bare chest. Humming, he stroked her hair.

"Fine. I won't eat your fingers. Yet..."

"Mmm, well give me a heads up when you're about to, ok? I'd like to say good bye to them." He said.

"Are you really that attached to your fingers?" He asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I? They let me grab things."

"True. That's a good point. Well, how about I just give a you a kiss. I think that'll be a good desert."

"Hmm, I guess that's ok." She giggled.

Edward rolled his eyes as he kissed her gently. Humming to himself, he held her close to him, rubbing her back. She sighed, warmth flooding her body as he embraced her. Both of their eyes grew heavy as they felt comfort in each other's presence.

"I love you, Eddie."

"I love you too, y/n."

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fbfh · 2 years

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[As with all nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+]

I've had this raddling around my silly little head for a few days but the Billy brain rot was so strong I couldn't verbalize it till now so!!! We all agree Eddie being obsessed with and crushing HARD on cheerleader!reader is great. Gareth having a crush and simping hard for Eddie's girlfriend is great. The only thing better is both at once. Eddie and Gareth both have huge obsessive crushes on you, have for years. They know the idea of having a shot with you is laughable, so they bond over it, over you. There's a good chance they'll be staring at you and talking under their breath about how hot you are, how cute you'd look in the crowd of a corroded coffin show or while they teach you how to play dnd, what you'd be like as a girlfriend, how it would feel to touch you, how good they'd treat you. Somewhere along the line they came to the agreement if one of them ever gets to be with you, they'll put in a good word for the other, see if they can both get a taste.

It's been just over two weeks since you first set your sights on Eddie, asking to meet up for drugs and almost immediately throwing yourself at him. He was so cute, so flustered and shocked that you wanted to do this, that you wanted him. Of course you had no idea about his crush, he's just the only guy at hawkins high that interested you, that has a genuinely good heart. Plus with the way he had you moaning, you never would have guessed that was his first time. In those two weeks you've barely been able to keep your hands off each other, your mutual obsession only growing stronger. You're laying with your chest pressed up against his one evening after losing count of how many times he made you cum. He brushes his thumb along your jaw, holding you close while you trace his tattoos, brains still fuzzy.

"So..." he starts, smiling. It's impossible not to smile when you look at him like that. You bite you lip, smiling back up at him, taking in his features.

"Yeah?" You say softly in a way that makes his chest flutter. He lets out a breathy laugh.

"You know my buddy Gareth?" You think for a moment, unsure if you have the right person. "Uh, brown hair, usually wears a cutoff flannel with safety pins-"

"Oh!" You exclaim softly, "Yeah, I know of him."

"Well... he has a huge crush on you."

"On me?" You ask, imagining all the times you must have missed lingering gazes and wistful sighs.

"Yeah," he says, laughing as you bury your face in his chest, flustered at his words.

"And I was thinking... because we're so close, like, best friends... and we both like you so much," he says, watching your reaction closely to gage how you feel. A sweet smile with a mischievous light behind it appears on your pretty mouth, and he can see the gears turning in hour head. When you speak, your voice is so small and cute he starts to get hard. Again.

"Has he ever..." you trail off, and Eddie’s hesitance is all the answer you need. Eddie was so goddamn cute and desperate and eager when you took his virginity, watching the attachment to you form. You sunk your hooks deep into him, and there was a certain thrill to getting to be the one to turn his theoretical knowledge into something practical, to shape him into the perfect lover - not that you had to do much work. You bite your lip, mind wandering as you think about Gareth, sweet virgin Gareth who has a huge crush on you.

Part of you can't believe you lucked out twice, finding not one but two sweet untouched nerds who are hung as fuck, and the thing that really makes your heart flutter is you know they would be nice to you even if they didn't like you like that. That's what makes you like them so much. But the look on Gareth's face, the way he stumbles back and almost falls over when he shows up in Eddie’s trailer and is met with you bounding over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist is really just the cherry on top.

Of course that will lead exactly where you expect it to, you sandwiched between your two hot dorky boyfriends, certified as queen of the nerds, with Jason Carver (who has been unsuccessfully chasing your tail almost as long as Eddie and Gareth have been pining for you) scratching his head, pissed and left to wonder how the hell the freak and his sidekick got you, the most sought after girl in hawkins, why you chose them to wrap around your pretty fingers.

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therealmilfdennys · 2 years

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SFW and NSFW headcanons for the ST boys I write for lol

I want! To do one of these for everyone I write for but this is fresh on my mind so it's first lol. Eddie, Billy, and Steve are included. I wanted to post this before some of my asks so you know what you're getting lol. Anyway! CW: Feminization, trauma mention, nightmares, scars, and season 3 spoilers, cockwarming, crying, panty stealing, exhibitionism sort of, billy's mommy issues, more crying, let men bottom. Written with top!reader in mind, mostly gender-neutral but AFAB based (I write what I know) if there's more Please let me know.

Steve Harrington SFW

He hates being alone in that big house, so hes either holding you hostage or he’s always at yours.

Says he HATES spending time with the kids but is the first to defend them in any situation, even if You have something negative to say about them.

I think the whole ‘six nuggets’ speech was WAY out of character but like, I think Steve deserves ONE baby as a treat. Or maybe he’s the honorary uncle to one of Nancy’s kids lol. He’d be a sick ass uncle.

He Does in fact love PDA, he’s a touchy feely guy (post season one, at least Genuinely)

His love language is physical touch(receiving) and gift giving(giving). HIs parents were always trying to ‘make up’ for not being there with gifts (the BMW was from the Florence trip, two whole months by himself with little to no contact.)

He really likes movie dates, be it renting a tape and staying at his or yours OR going out and catching one at the theater. He got weirdly into film after working at Family Video.

His favorite candy is anything banana flavored (laffy taffy is the top spot).

He likes pepsi over coke and Is pretentious about it.

I ama firm believer that he has a full skin/hair/night/morning routine that he is ADAMANT about. HE has a toiletry bag bigger than his overnight bag that he carries his “essentials” in if he stays over at yours/Eddie’s.

Speaking of Eddie they got weirdly close after the whole Vecna thing so if you’re dating Steve congrats you have a a new bestie :) Eddie will offer you joints you do Not have to accept.

Steve is a fan of thicker people I’m sorry I dont make the rules. They all are but Speficially Steve and Billy lol.

He gets really bad nightmares about the demogorgons sometimes, sleeps with the bat next to him most nights. “Just in case, babe. Can’t be too careful.”

Was a bug kid, and WAS friends with Eddie in elementary school I will die on this hill. They used to make bug palaces on the playground someone please ask e about this for the love of fuc-

HIs favorite book is The Outsiders :) He doesn’t and didn’t read a lot but that is one of the few books that can grab his attention and keep it. Got very excited when the movie came out and it is one of his favorites :)

First guy crush was Rob Lowe he “Just thought he was badass.” uhhh okay Stevie we get it.

Boyfriend Material to a fucking T. You need someone to help grocery shop? He’s there. Help move furniture? He’s there? Sad? He’s there and he’s making stupid jokes and calling you pretty and kissing your eyelids.

He lets you wear his clothes and encourages it. Will have a fashion show with your clothes to make you feel better about it if you’re insecure.

NSFW

Firmly believe there isn’t a mean bone in this mans body. He couldn’t bully you into submission if he wanted to he’d feel too bad.

He’s a simp to the bone. All you have to do is put on the puppy eyes and the “Please Stevie?” And he melts.

I’d call him the pussy eating king but Eddie Munson holds that title so Steve is the Pussy Eating Prince?

I don’t think he’s a dom by any means, but I DO think he’d be a service top.

“Baby cum for me please? Wanna feel it. Need to see you cum, look so pretty when you do.” and “So fuckin’ tight, so wet and pretty and perfect. Doin’ so good for me.”

Praise!! Kink!!! Both giving and receiving! Pull on his hair and call him a good boy and he’ll whimper so pretty.

Big Dick. I don’t remember where I read the headcanon that Steve has a huge dick but i fuckin ran with it so now he does :). Its pretty too.

He likes slow and sleepy sex over anything else. The sex where you guys are like, trying to fuck but end up just cuddling and kinda grinding against eachother? *chef’s kiss*

Big fan of cockwarming :) sometimes he’s just so needy and you’re busy with work stuff, or college stuff or you’re just reading and he’s all

“Can I please just put it in? Don’t even have to move, jus’ wanna be close baby.”

He’s shit at dirty talk but he tries okay?

“Steve we talked about the shitty porn dialouge baby.” “Yeah, yeah sorry.”

BIg fan of giggling during sex? He just thinks you’re so pretty and he gets these big goofy smiles that are all teeth and yeah.

When he cums he’s loud as fuck. He’s vocal in general but he gets LOUD when he’s close. He whines and whimpers and huffs out these little moans. HIs tummy gets all tense and his hips jerk and he’s trying so hard not to cry out and beg.

“Gun’ cum baby, please? Guna’cum for’ya please.”

Tears up if its really good or if you edged him lol.

All in All a nice guy to fuck and Date i wont him.

Eddie Munson SFW :)

Will make you a mixtape way before you start dating and if you listen hard enough that was his original confession.

He likes to make NPC's in his campaigns based off of you :) whether they be random passerby or main baddies.

Doesnt matter what shape, size, gender, ethnicity, race anything. If Eddie falls for you? He's All In. He loves HARD and he doesnt give a shit about consequences.

His queer awakening was Slash lol

Probably autistic, but its the 80's and its rural Indiana so. No Outlet for that.

His best friend is 100% Dustin they hang out regularly. He's trying (slowly hut surely) to teach Dustin some guitar stuff.

Eddies idea of a date is driving out to empty fields in the van with some burgers and a joint or two and stargazing. He knows a lot about astrology and definitely shows off his knowledge.

He's a cuddle bug. Leeches your warmth in the winter and sticks to your sweaty skin during the summer. If he's not sleeping flush against you hes whiney as fuck.

He likes to wrap his arms around you from the back when you guys are just standin' places. He's a lil lanky so he just kinda curls himself around you, no matter if you're taller or shorter than him.

he likes to call you "your majesty" a lot, and not in a condescending way.

"you're royalty babydoll, should be treated that way" hands you a rock he thought you'd like.

hes very much the 'crow friend' if you've seen those tiktoks?

keeps a box of shiny stuff, fancy rocks, funky sticks, jars, and weird shit he found that he likes to show you sometimes and give you if he thinks you'll like it.

very sensitive to rejection, has attachment issues.

his parents left when they realized he was getting caught too often doing illegal shit for them so they dipped and he took it to heart.

still convinced Wayne thinks he's a burden

please kiss his cheeks and play with his hair and call him pretty he blushes so nice.

he gets freckles during the summer and a REALLY nice tan if hes out enough.

never learned how to swim correctly, is self taught.

used to chew on his hair and still does if he's Very upset or close to a meltdown.

NSFW

umm bottom lol sorry

or a pushover service top

i cannot see him as a massive sadist it doesnt fit im sorry

likes to dress up sometimes :) likes feeling pretty and dainty

he just hangs around naked sometimes? he seems the type to me?

PUSSY!! EATING!! KING!!

eats pussy for HIS pleasure and will go till he gets lockjaw and THEN some.

the one on this list who Knows how to make AFABs squirt. and is PROUD of it.

is actually very shy? knows people dont like him usually and is worried its a prank.

wants his ass ate sorry not sorry it had to be said. he thinks it would feel fucking amazing and he deserves it.

he LOVES being ridden, titties bouncin' in his face, tummy jigglin' for him to grab onto. he fuckin ADORES it.

hes GRABBY. he grabs at your ass, hips, thighs, stomach, shoulders. Anything He Can. he just gets so needy

he begs so pretty. loves being overstimulated and gets shakey after his first orgasm but wont stop you till hes cumming dry.

"cm-cmon..can…i can c-cum again bab-baby i can. puh-puh-promise i can."

LOVES when you baby talk him but like, in a condescending way?

"oh sweet thing :( just gotta cum so bad huh? couldnt wait could you, just had to act like a needy slut, yeah?" "mhm, mhm, needy..needed it, so bad. so bad."

drools lol hes like A Dog. his legs get shakey and his head rolls and he grins like a maniac and theres spit dripping down his chin and im <3

loves to finger you, anywhere, really. and loves when you just shove a hand down his pants and jack him off.

the kinda guy who would refer to your pussy as "his girl"

He’s a fuckin perv. Steals your undies and has a stash of them for ‘safe keeping’. Porn mags out the ass. Normal ole teenage boy stuff lol.

he'd let you use his dick as a stim toy /hj

Billy Hargrove SFW

Boy is an ASSHOLE okay? lives to bully and tease you at first (and even after you're dating but then its affectionate)

He has a lot of resentment towards positive female/female presenting roles in his life because of his mom i think? and he REALLY has to work on that shit, and if you have the heart to help him with that you're a saint.

I think the best approach would be to help him from outside. Let him do some introspective shit and just kinda. Guide him.

Okay so he knows hes a dick, hes trying to get better this is prime, please ask HIM out time.

He will get so incredibly flustered if you ask him out on a date or something he wont know what to do.

Hes used to being the flashy one. The Stud. the Untouchable. A Lot of internalzed homophobia in this bad boy. Toxic Masculinity ftw

After the Mindflayer he is a Lot different and i really want to write my specific headcanons and ideas on how he survived/what happened after lol

Hes more subdued, he's quiter, he doesnt lash out as much. He's still, ragey, obviously but its toned down a lot.

He's not quite as outgoing either, which Max helps a lot with. They get close.

You and him get closer too.

I think you guys start as FWB and escalate from there because what ELSE would happen with Billy Hargrove.

Uhhh he secretly likes rom coms sorry not sorry.

He LOVES sixteen candles its one of his favorites.

his queer awakening was :) tom cruise in top gun, that basic bitch.

he likes when you call him baby/baby boy a LOT.

he gets FRECKLED in the summer. He tans so pretty and he gets a nice little flush/sunburn on his cheeks and ears that makes him glow. He really thrives in the summer.

City Boy. Has never seen a cow irl until Hawkins and is terrified of them, please show him they are gentle giants.

He likes to go to drive ins (and make out) for dates before the mindflayer. He still likes to do that AFTER the mindflayer but hes much more a homebody now so he really likes napping together.

calls you bitch but affectionately.

is an AVID reader actually? i love the headcanon that Billy is Wicked smart so i like to think he reads alot.

he likes period romances (jane austen is his GIRL)

he thinks cooking together is the height of domesticity and at first it freaked him tf out how much he liked doing it with you. now he eases into so quickly its a little funny.

feral mountain lion turned a little less feral house cat energy.

likes when you call him Bills :)

Likes to walk with his hand in your back pocket and yours in his.

NSFW

So at first, he's hyper-dominant. Won't let you even Ride him. He's in his head about it 100% he doesnt want you to think he's weak. Men dont take it like that.

He soon learns you VERY much like it when he's crying for you

Hes a power bottom i wont take arguments.

He's also a fuckin BRAT. Needs you to put him in his place but Gently. Needs a firm hand but do Not raise your voice at him or he shuts down.

It takes a while before he trusts you enough to let you see this side of him and you need to respect that. He will come to you when he's ready.

He knows hes pretty and he uses it against you. Flutters his eyelashes and smiles all pretty and puffs his chest out. Lays himself out to make himself real pretty.

Praise tf out of him please he'll cry.

"Oh pretty baby, you're doin' so good :) such a perfect boy for me. feel so good in me handsome." He's tearing up and nodding so hard.

"Yeah. Yeah m'good. M'good boy. Doin' good." Under his breath with his eyes squeezed shut, white knuckling the sheets.

Needs a lot of reassurance that you're feeling good. He spent a lot of time not really giving a shit if the girls he was with got off so with you? He's constantly. "Is that right? That feel good? Want more?" He wants to be perfect for you.

Sometimes, after the nightmares are getting worse and he's so sleep-deprived he's cross eyed and he can't really think he needs you to take him apart and he goes so willingly.

He gets whimpery and almost immediately oversensitive. Like his cock is a livewire. His fingers and lips tremble and he's trying so hard to keep his eyes on you, to be a good boy. He goes pliant and soft and gets this silly little smile on his face. Eyes hazy and wet. He hums and nods and lets you do whatever. He knows he's safe.

The scars ARE sensitive lol you heard it here folks.

He doesnt fuck you with the lights on or fully naked for almost a year after he's fully healed.

He rubs vitamin E oil and scar softner into the skin where he was attacked twice a day, every day, for a year before you get to see them.

He breaks down when you call them pretty :)

And you BETTER think he's still handsome or i'll find you istg /hj

Uhh, this may be a personal want of mine or a real headcanon but I think he would like to try makeup? Like a full glam rock, smokey eye red lip whole shebang.

Fuck him so good his mascara runs.

Prolly has a mommy kink but i’m not brave enough to write that (unless…)/hj

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hellfirenacht · 6 months

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Flight of Icarus Chapters 1-5

Disclaimer: I’m not even going to pretend that I’m not upset about learning about Eddie’s love life or feeling a sense of jealousy. However, I am going to keep this as neutral as possible. If you think that me having these feelings diminishes any thought I have about the book then you don’t need to read these.

The first 4.5 chapters I read out loud to my friends, and we had a lovely time until I got drunk and passed out lol

Now, let’s get into it.

Spoilers for chapters 1-5 under the cut.

Chapter 1:

The story starts with Eddie killing off Gareths’ character in D&D, which I personally love. We get some insight of the current members, and we now have a name for the previously Unnamed Freak, Dougie. Gareth gets pissy and leaves but Eddie follows him out and says that Gareth is allowed to keep coming to Hellfire and will even help him create a new character.

We are introduced to Ronnie, Eddie’s aromantic best friend. I like her, she seems cool so far. She’s the current drummer of Corroded Coffin and they have a very sibling-type dynamic. Eddie did try and kiss her when they were 13, but she dodged him.

This chapter we get a little into Eddie’s relationship with his dad. Al Munson started dropping off the face of the earth on and off from the time Eddie was in third grade, leaving him alone for days at a time before Uncle Wayne realized what was going on and dragged Eddie to live with him during these times. That is where he met Ronnie who lives with her grandma at the trailer park.

Eddie gives Ronnie a ride home, where she reveals that she got a full ride scholarship to NYU, causing Eddie to break and fishtail and pull over from shock. He wants to be happy for her. Then a cop car pulls up and Office Moore is a huge dick to Eddie for daring to have the last name Munson. This is a regular occurrence.

The chapter ends with the cop leaving and Eddie taking Ronnie home.

Things I Liked:

-Having a name for the unnamed Freak, even if it’s not what I would have picked

-Seeing Eddie interact with Hellfire

-Gareth’s character getting killed off lol

-Ronnie

-Uncle Wayne, and learning more about Eddie’s family.

Overall, inoffensive chapter. Not bad.

Chapter 2

This is a very short chapter. We learn more about the Hideout, and the owner Bev. Eddie works there bussing tables four nights out of the week and in exchange Bev gives Corroded Coffin a stage to play on for probably about 30 minutes at 10.

We get to see how Eddie feels when he’s playing, and how he is on stage. He’s still only 18, so he’s occasionally a little clunky when introducing songs but he’s doing his best.

This is when we get the first glimpse of Paige. We have to remember that in this book, Eddie is an 18 year old boy who is used to being treated like shit. Paige is new in the bar, and she’s the only person who’s paying attention to them playing, and she winks at him.

Eddie simps.

But I’ll give him that if anyone was actually paying attention to me when I’m doing something I’m passionate about I’d probably simp too.

Eddie blasts through the set, and convinces the band to play the original song they’ve been working on. Jeff and Dougie aren’t sure about it, but Ronnie sees Paige, knows EXACTLY what’s going on, laughs at Eddie and goes for it.

Ronnie pulls a “you owe me” by letting him pack up her drums because of this.

Things I like about this chapter:

-Ronnie is a girl's girl, and the best wing man.

-Eddie talking about how it feels to be on stage and in the zone

-Eddie has a part time job

-Eddie singing and writing his own songs.

Short chapter, inoffensive.

Chapter 3

Another short chapter

Eddie talks to Paige and continues to simp. I do like that he keeps the conversation about music though, you can’t blame the guy for wanting to hear about how they sounded by the ONE person who has ever actually listened.

Paige went to Hawkins High and graduated two years before, putting her at about 20 years old. She has a brother on the baseball team and she works as a junior talent scout for a record label and the only way to move or or get promoted is to find a band to sign, but her boss hates everything. She’s only in town because her hoarder grandma has died, and the Hideout is the only place within 20 miles of Hawkins that has live music.

The chapter ends without them even exchanging phone numbers

Things I liked:

-Bev bullying Eddie to do his job

-Croak-a-cola

-Eddie desperately wanting to talk about his music with someone

Things I didn’t like

-Eddie Simp-son

-Corroded Coffin got booed off the stage at the middle school talent show for playing Prowler by Judas Priest, I will be ignoring this canon in future fics.

Not much to say about this chapter

Chapter 4

Things get interesting.

Eddie comes home. Home in this case is not Wayne’s trailer but apparently an actual house that Al Munson owns that Eddie lives at alone most of the time.

Not tonight though, there are two pairs of boots by the door. Al’s back from jail. Again. Al Munson is big and boisterous and is charming and I want to punch him in his smug little face. He’s been in jail and has the nerve to tease and joke at Wayne’s attempts to take care of Eddie. Eddie isn’t into it.

Wayne leaves, but not before offering Eddie a place to stay at the trailer, saying there’s a room for him ready whenever he wants it. Eddie declines. Wayne leaves. You can tell Eddie doesn’t know how to talk to Al.

Al is in trouble. He owes some people money, about $10k. He wants Eddie to join him in stealing some weed from an undercover truck. There’s probably a million dollars worth of weed, but Al swears they’d only steal enough to pay off the loan. Eddie doesn’t want anything to do with this. Eddie tells him to go to Hell, Al sleeps on the couch

What I like:

-The dynamic between Wayne, Eddie, and Al

-Wayne bringing Eddie groceries every few weeks

-Wayne in general, he’s the best damn parental figure ever

-Eddie telling his dad to go to hell

-The implication we’re gonna get Munson’s 11

Chapter 5

Eddie helps Gareth create a new character. Jeff was the one to actually make Gareths character before, and it’s nice to see Eddie being nice to his little sheep.

Gareth leaves and Eddie chats with Ronnie for a bit before they hear a commotion. Gareth is getting bullied by Tommy H, Jason Carver, and a few other jocks. Chrissy Cunningham is also there trying to get Jason to leave.

Gareth apparently owes them money, and a small scuffle gets broken up by Principal Higgens. Chrissy and Ronnie try and tell him that the jocks started it, but of course Eddie’s gonna get in trouble.

This is the chapter we get a cute little flashback of the time Eddie and Chrissy hung out at the talent show. It was actually pretty cute. Eddie and Chrissy were backstage looking at the audience, Eddie was looking for his no-show dad and Chrissy was looking for her mom who she wished didn’t show up. They each agree to cheer for each other, even if the other’s parents don’t.

What I liked about the chapter

-Chrissy is a sweetheart

-Gareth is still a little shit

What I didn’t like:

-Eddie calling Chrissy boring, basically. He basically said she was boring, but she did have personality once for the five minutes we talked four years ago.

Fun chapter, inoffensive. I’m tired of writing now.

#nacht post #flight of icarus #nacht of icarus

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choccyhearts · 1 year

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Beef // Eddie Munson x Reader

Note: I am in need of fluff so badly rn :(( so here is something self-indulgent

CW: G/N!reader, lots of talk about eating, reader is a vegetarian, Eddie is huge simp, fluff, italics are Eddie's thoughts

Summary: Eddie takes you on a date but forgets one detail about you

♡

Eddie Munson is a sweet guy -- really, he is. Sure he's excitable and eccentric, and he loves teasing the hell out of his friends, but he cares for and loves them at the end of the day. When he gets into a relationship, he does his best to make everything perfect, he wants his partner to love him back and know that they can rely on him to keep them safe and happy.

So, getting a date with you sent him over the moon. The leader of Hellfire was enchanted the day you joined the club, and your skills and intelligence drew him in more. After weeks of sweet talking you and slowly showing his soft and caring side, he was able to open up to you and ask you to go on a date.

Eddie knows a lot about you -- your favorite bands, names of pets you've had throughout your life, what your go to rainy day movie is -- but there is one thing he somehow never picked up on.

You're a vegetarian.

It's just never come up in conversation. During lunch, you have always brought your own meals and Eddie couldn't blame you from steering clear of the cafeteria food. You eat chips and cookies at the club meetings, and you eat pizza during celebrations. Only cheese pizza? Well, not everyone trusts sausage or pepperoni, so no big deal.

Tonight, Eddie has your whole date planned. It's something casual, lowkey. Just a night to see how compatible you two are and it's the opportunity for Eddie to show you how smooth and romantic he can be.

He picks you up and he's stunned by how amazing you look. You two sit in the front of his van and start chatting as he takes you to your destination -- a diner famous for it's endless burger options. It's perfect! -- he thinks. Enough options to cater to you! (Plus, not too pricey...)

After he parks, he leaps out and races around the van to open your door for you. You giggle and take his hand to hop out. You continue holding hands as you walk into the restaurant.

You sit down and look over the menu. Yep, allllll burgers, except one grilled cheese at the very bottom. That's okay, you like grilled cheese. Plus, you'll have fries too, so not a bad meal.

You both order sodas and continue having your conversation. He really loves talking to you, hearing your point of view and he loves that you aren't afraid to challenge his opinions -- though, they're usually silly ones, like which Friday or Nightmare film is the best, or which actors would be best cast if they ever turned The Hobbit into a movie.

He also loves looking at you. The way you style your hair, the jewelry you wear, your outfit. The way your eyes shine when you smile and start to water when he makes you laugh extremely hard. This date is going so well already and you haven't even orde-

"Are you both ready to order?", the waitress asks.

Eddie answers first, "Uh, yeah, I'll have the classic cheeseburger with no onions -- I think ahead", he winks at you. "And fries."

The waitress then looks at you as you smile up at her.

"I'll have the grilled cheese and fries too." You both hand her your menus as Eddie looks at you puzzled. His eyes are squinted and he has a line between his furrowed brows.

"That's all?", he asks.

"Yeah, nothing really piqued my interest", you say before taking a sip of your soda.

"Really? I mean there's at least 25 different types of burgers."

You bite your straw as you grin widely.

"Well, I don't eat burgers. You know that, right?"

Did he know that? He shifts eyes around, digging through the filing cabinet in his brain. Did you not eat red meat? Did you even eat meat at all??

"Eddie", you giggle. You set your hand on his and he looks back at you. "I'm a vegetarian. I thought you knew that!"

His eyes widen. Oh no, he didn't. How did he not know? He knows so much about you, how did this thing slip his mind? Is he not observant enough? Is this date already turning into a sinking ship? Are you going to leave? Are you gonna tell all of the guys-?

"Eddie." You shake his hand and bring him back to you. "It's okay, really. I guess I never told you, it's just not a big secret. I didn't even think about it."

He looks at your face. There is not hint of anger or sadness, no, you look amused.

"How did I not know?"

"Like I said, I guess I never told you. But I mean, I only eat cheese pizza, and I always bring my lunch. That time Mike had a barbecue, I only ate the side dishes."

That is true. He just figured you didn't trust Mr. Wheeler, which is totally understandable.

"Wow, I guess I'm just not observant", he chuckles softly. "If you want, we can go somewhere else?"

"No, no, no, I already have my heart set on that grilled cheese", you smile and run your thumb back and forth against his hand. "Besides, I was hoping we'd share a milkshake at the end."

He beams at you. "One milkshake, two straws", he'd say. He'd always wanted to say that.

"Well, then, now that I have this information, fair lady", he says in his dungeon master voice. "I will be able to showcase one of my secret skills."

You raise your eyebrow.

"Cooking." You giggle as he starts to defend himself, already asking you for another date to prove himself.

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fluff #stranger things #st4

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bambiispots · 2 years

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If you haven’t read Keep It Steady, Eddie by outofmygourd on AO3,

Don’t walk. Run.

This was my second and fourth bind, a copy for me and a copy gifted to the author! I have Steve on my cover and outofmygourd has Eddie 🥹

I still have issues to learn past, but I’m happy with my improvement! This was my first Steddie fic and I fell in love after the first chapter, and even while typesetting I’d get distracted and read it all over again. I think by the time I was done I’d read it 8 times 😂

On my copy I originally did black with blue endpapers just to match the paper I’d used for the casing, but for the author copy I wanted to do something more symbolic. Since Eddie is in the front of the dust jacket I wanted Steve to be the main piece for the casing. I used a neutral for the bookcloth on the spine, bc you just know Steve’s idea of dressing up is some Sunday morning khakis, and I did a buttery marigold for the endpapers. I think all of us simp over Steve’s yellow sweater 👀 also everytime one of the boys got roughed up I added some painterly effects to the pages to really show you visually how this will drag your emotions through the ringer 😂 🩸 our poor boys sure can take a beating.

Huge thank you to the amazing flowery.anarchy for giving me permission to use their art for the dust jacket. I love their art style so much and all the details in their pieces and it truly made this bind beautiful.

#bookbinding #st fanfic #fanfic #fanbinding #stranger things #steddie #steddie fanart #steddie fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie

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divineecelestial · 2 years

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I'm Going To Ruin You, Eddie Munson | Eddie Munson x F!Reader

| Word Count — 6.3k |

| Summary — Eddie Munson has had a huge crush on you since the sixth grade and with the help of your "adopted" kids, you realize you might like him back. You make a move because Eddie clearly isn't going to. |

| Warnings — Graphic depictions of s*xual activity, Virgin!Eddie, slight Sub!Eddie, slight dom!reader, female reader, oral (m receiving) Please let me know if I missed anything! |

18+ Readers Only! Minors DNI

A/N — Just a disclaimer, both Eddie and the reader are over the age of 18, about to graduate so around 18-19 and they are in the same grade (Pretend he wasn't held back) Eddie is literally the biggest simp for you lmao

Eddie Munson was, quite painfully and embarrassingly, in love with you. And you were, quite painfully and embarrassingly, oblivious. The summer of seventh grade, when his nimble hands would ache from the metal strings of his polished guitar, he began playing with his small and unremarkable band with faded leather pants and studded jewelry. His deafening music would reverberate through the venue until his ears would ring and the conservative adults would usher him off the dirtied stage. He learned about his soul-shattering love for blaring music during the sweltering heat of that summer and the overwhelming wonder of one particular girl. He shouldn’t have missed a chord, shouldn’t have experienced that daunting nervousness when you stepped inside the crowded room. His performance was going well, something he was doing almost every night until his restless and thrilled eyes landed on you. You stood within the dull crowd with a glittering smile and his sweaty hands missed the chords as his thumping heart skipped. Your eyes glowed with the low lighting and your smile widened as you nodded encouragingly and he was a goner.

High school wasn’t a pleasant time for him. He had a small group of friends with poorly-made matching t-shirts, began selling a variety of low-leveled drugs, and despised the popular jocks with his entire being. He used his money on his extensive tabletop game and his guitar. He might have listened to his teacher’s lessons if you didn’t sit near him in every class you had with him. It was as if his teachers knew about his huge crush on you and purposely arranged their seating chart for his failure.

And things might have been easier, simpler even, for him if you were only pretty and had no substance. He could think you were pretty and move on with his teenage youth, but you were the total package. You were strangely intelligent—the type of intelligence he had only seen in movies and you were top of your class. He was almost certain your IQ was unnaturally high and he could’ve sworn you knew archaic Latin and he didn’t even know that was something a person could learn.

He may have been able to disregard your existence and label you as another popular know-it-all, but you were abnormally kind and didn’t speak with scornful or repulsed glares to anyone outside of the social norm. You tutored the underclassmen and brought them small and thoughtful gifts when they passed their finals. You joined the search parties for missing teenagers and brought extra flashlights. You even cleaned the gym after the pep rallies with the cheer squad. It might have been easier for Eddie if you were shallow and cold-hearted, but you were hellbent on ruining his life with your unwavering perfection.

To make matters worse for him, you were outrageously and unnaturally pretty. It shouldn’t have been possible, he often thought, for someone to look like you. He couldn’t focus on class and the lessons when he did show up because you would walk inside with your pink dresses and skirts that were too short but he didn’t mind in the slightest. You should have been on the cover of magazines and on the big screens. He could stare at you for hours and never be bored.

His pathetic crush on you remained one-sided, unknown, and buried until three unsuspecting freshmen were recruited for his Dungeons & Dragons club and his unreciprocated crush blossomed.

Eddie Munson’s life was simple and uneventful, unbearably unornamented and he was okay with his simplistic lifestyle. He was certain his senior year was going to be brimming with forgettable experiences. That was until you walked inside the overcrowded corridor alongside the three freshmen that joined his club a few weeks prior. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas casually strolled beside you with their freshly-washed and wrinkled t-shirts for the Hellfire club and Eddie was convinced this was some illusion. He watched with wide and disbelieving eyes as the old metallic door closed with an echoing thud and the clamoring voices of the students faded into hazy nothingness. The morning sunlight poured into the crowded corridor and warmed your widening smile as someone made a joke and Eddie could’ve sworn this was a chick-flick slow-motion scene unfolding before him; you were moving through the crowd with golden sunlight across your soft face and a few of the students greeted you. He recognized Robin, a band student, playfully shove you with her shoulder and began speaking to you as if she knew you her entire life.

You rubbed the light brown curls of Dustin Henderson with a teasing smile, chuckling as he shooed your hand away before you stepped inside your classroom with Robin. Eddie closed his decorated locker with a reverberating echo before stomping on the disappearing group of young boys. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were friends with [Your Name]?” The question fell from his tight mouth before he could even process what he was asking. The group of boys jumped at the sudden arrival and they began glancing between each other, stuttering as they struggled to choose an appropriate answer.

Dustin nervously shrugged as his wide eyes moved to his Dungeon Master’s. “We were supposed to?”

There was a moment of brief silence as Eddie analyzed them. “How long have you known her?” He tried asking the question casually, clearing his throat as he loosened his tense muscles.

Lucas hesitantly inched closer. “Two years or so?” He answered, slightly confused. You occasionally babysat for them when they were younger, mostly gossiped with Nancy on the duvets of her bed, and endured every unfortunate event with the Upside Down and the Russians alongside everyone. “She used to babysit us.” The answer wasn’t a lie, just not the entire truth.

Eddie clapped his jeweled hands together. “Great,” He declared and the young boys couldn’t dismiss the glimmer of undiluted elation swirling within his dark eyes. “You’re going to put in a good word for me.” He was convinced his five-year plan of making you gradually fall in love with him was going absolutely nowhere—which was it was because he couldn’t even speak to you without becoming a stuttering mess. But, these endearingly annoying freshmen were his chance to make something happen.

Mike furrowed his eyebrows together with thick confusion. “Good word?”

“Yeah, tell her all about my wonderful qualities.” There was another silence as the three of the freshmen exchanged knowing glances. There wasn’t much they could tell you. Eddie rolled his eyes. “Think of something!”

Dustin quirked an eyebrow. “And why can’t you just talk to her yourself?” Eddie simply provided an exasperated look that said, ‘Are you seriously asking that question? “Yeah, makes sense. All right.”

The cafeteria was brimming with clamors of thundering voices as everyone dispersed to their designated tables. Some of the jocks idly threw basketballs and cheerleaders fumbled with their green and yellow pom-poms, there were some random musical notes echoing from the practicing band kids, and the laughter from the Hellfire Club traveled through the crowds. Eddie spoke with some of his friends, casually munching on a small bag of chips as they discussed their ongoing campaign. It had been developing for weeks and the end was nearing. He was immersed in the conversation, far too submerged with the intensity of his story-telling to have noticed your approaching figure. You were speaking with Dustin, who was attempting to convince you that you didn’t know what you were talking about. “You’re crazy if you think pizza is better than burgers.” He exclaimed and you rolled your eyes, placing your tray across from him.

You opened your soda and didn’t notice as the conversation dissipated, slowly fading as the members of the club looked at you with wide eyes. “What do you know? You’re, like, ten.” You joked as you took a bite of your food.

Dustin raised his eyebrows as if he heard the most insanely stupid remark, which to him it was. “Fourteen!”

You waved your soft hand dismissively. Your cheeks were full, extending outward as you chewed on your jampacked sandwich. Your eyes glanced from your tray to the gobsmacked Eddie Munson, who was staring at you as if you were some movie star. You smiled as you tried to swallow your food and wiped the crumbs from the corners of your mouth. The table was unbearably silent as your inquisitive eyes moved around, furrowing your eyebrows together. Everyone seated around and beside you, the boys wearing faux leather and studded jewelry with their Hellfire t-shirts, all knew about Eddie’s pathetic crush on you and they were waiting for something to happen. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude.” You glared accusingly at Dustin. “Dustin said it was cool if I joined.” The boys were uncharacteristically enthusiastic when discussing their upcoming club meeting. You were well acquainted with the typical male teenage excitement about board games, but today had been different. Their dungeon master was revered among them and you would be lying if you said you didn’t have a small crush on him your freshmen year.

Eddie swallowed the lump lodged within his throat as he hurriedly shook his head. “N-No, that’s completely fine.” He reassured, his voice somewhat hoarse. He cleared his throat, composing himself. “We were just talking about our campaign.” He braced himself for the immediate disinterest you were inevitably going to express, maybe even disgust or fear. The newspapers and popular magazines were labeling the game as ‘satanic’ and for cultists, which wasn’t favored in the small and conservative town of Hawkins.

Unexpectedly, your eyes brightened as you leaned forward. “Oh, for Dungeons & Dragons, right?” You questioned, your beckoning eyes glittered with genuine curiosity. “I’ve watched the boys play. Actually seems like fun.” His heart lurched and he was surprised it didn’t tear through his shirt and land right on your manicured hands.

Dustin smiled brightly. “It is! You should join us the next time we play.”

Eddie was moments from unleashing a painful kick to the boy’s shin before your eyes widened. “Really?” You almost seemed hopeful? “I mean, I would, but I don’t know how to play.”

“Eddie can teach you!” Eddie was surely going to strangle him until his eyes bulged out.

Your smile was enough to make a grown man fall to their knees. “You have time in your schedule to teach me with all your devil-worshipping and cult activities?” You asked teasingly.

With the way you were looking into his eyes with a blithe softness, he would have thrown away all his responsibilities to make time for you. “I can postpone my ritualistic sacrifice for another day.”

“Perfect.”

Eddie gathered his belongings from his locker, which wasn’t much, and sloppily stuffed his bookbag and chose to ignore the crumpling and tearing sounds of his loose papers. He slammed the metallic door and released an oddly high-pitched shriek as you appeared beside him. Your temple rested against the wall of lockers as you clutched your textbook between your crossed arms. The few remaining students roaming the corridor glanced at where you both stood with perplexed expressions. Your eyes widened as you laughed, gently placing your palm on his exposed forearm. “Oh, my God, I didn’t mean to scare you,” You exclaimed as your boisterous laughter filled his ears. “But, I will admit, that was hilarious.” The world despised him and he didn’t know what he did to deserve this. His cheeks flushed but he couldn’t be too mad when you looked so pretty smiling at him like that.

He forced himself to keep his dark eyes on you, painfully ignoring your soft hand touching his skin. “Hilarious, I’m sure.” He feigned an annoyed eye roll but his small smile was still visible. “Did you need something other than giving me a heart attack?”

You smiled sweetly. “Yes, actually. I need a favor. Can you give me a ride home?” Now, he certainly didn’t know what he did to deserve this, but he wasn’t going to complain. Before he could answer, you continued. “It’s just my car is getting fixed and Steve usually is the one who I can count on for last-minute rides, but he picked up a shift and I would totally owe you one.”

He didn’t even have to think before his mouth began moving. “Yeah, no problem.” You released a relieved sigh. He motioned for you to move forward. “After you, m’lady.” He cringed as soon as he said it but you grinned. As he opened the school’s doors for you, he thought about what he had just agreed to. You were going to be inches away from him and he was going to be smelling your florid perfume and it was just going to be just you two within the small confines of his car. What the hell was he even going to talk about without seeming like an idiot? “Is it true you know archaic Latin?” He asked, unlocking and opening the passenger door for you. He was relieved that he dumped most of his trash away that morning.

When he entered the driver’s side, your eyes were already on him. “Partially true. I’m still learning.” You answered, buckling your seatbelt as he turned the ignition. “Is it true you’re still in a band?” You watched as the verdant trees surrounding the small town slowly blurred.

He chuckled nervously. “Completely true. We play at The Hideout.” He chanced a small glimpse at your distracted figure. This was something he thought would only happen within his daydreams. You were peering outside the clear glass of his window, the smooth skin of your neck on display, and the fragrance of your expensive perfume filled his nose. “Is it true you’re dating Jason Carver?” He regretted the words as soon as he heard them. He had heard the rumors, everyone had, but there was a small hopeful part of him that didn’t believe them. You weren’t invested with high school popularity like Jason and his clique was. They were obsessed with maintaining an immaculate image and you didn’t really care. That’s why almost everyone liked you.

You turned and your eyes narrowed, cocking your head almost tauntingly. “Is it true you’re hooking up with Chrissy Cunningham?” You asked. The question was a challenge and if he didn’t know better, he was sure you were almost too curious about his potential answer.

His eyebrows furrowed together and he immediately shook his head. “No! She just wants to buy from me.” He reassured quickly. “She’s nice, but I don’t like her like that.”

You loomed closer, the leather of his seats moaned beneath you. “Oh, so you do like someone?” Your skirt moved upward as you leaned, the fabric shifted and the smoothness of your thighs became exposed.

His grasp on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles blanched. “I mean, doesn’t everyone?” He replied.

“I suppose you’re right.” There was a thoughtful pause. “Does she know?”

He swallowed the threatening words. “No, and I think I’m going to keep it that way.” He chuckled, though there was nothing comical about this situation for him. “You know, spare myself from the undoubtedly embarrassing rejection.” He tried to make the joke casual and nonchalant, but the words hurt as he said them.

You rolled your eyes. “How will you ever know if you don’t even try?”

“That’s easy for you to say.” The yellow beams of afternoon sunlight warmed your exposed skin as your fingers brushed against the cool metal of the window. He was supposed to be centralizing his focus on the empty road, but he couldn’t concentrate on anything other than you. He watched as the sunbeams illuminated the shadows of your face and you were drowning within a wave of golden sunshine. He would have taken a polaroid photograph of you if he could. You raised an inquisitive brow and a teasing smile rose on your lips. He was a goner. “Oh, come on, [Your Name], you’re you! The Queen of Hawkins. I don’t think you realize just how many people want to date you.”

You laughed as if the mere idea was ridiculous. “None of that stuff matters, Eddie. It’s just high school shit. Any girl would be lucky to have a chance with you.”

There was a nervous chuckle as he slowed the car for the upcoming red light. “In case you somehow forgot, I’m the freak that plays D&D and sells weed.” As he said the words aloud as you stared at him with an inquisitive gaze, he realized how much you were out of his league. The difference between you two was monumental. He was nobody and you were somebody. “Not a lot of girls are lining up to out with me.”

You playfully slapped his shoulder. “Oh, come on. That is so not true!”

He raised his eyebrows. “Really? Name one girl.” He said, completely unbelieving your words.

You hesitated. “Margaret from fifth period.” You were seconds from revealing your slight crush on him—a crush you thought you had gotten over, but those young kids you practically adopted brought every interest you had in him back.

Eddie laughed loudly, an unexpected but pleasant sound. “You are so full of shit, [Your Name].”

You couldn’t refrain from laughing beside him. “I’m telling you the truth,” You said, your cheeks aching from how much you were smiling. “You would notice if you just paid a little bit more attention.”

His cheeks blushed as he shifted on his cushions. “And you notice?”

You rolled your eyes. “Kind of hard not to when she’s doodling Mrs. Margaret Munson and drooling.” She had used every color of her multi-colored pens to draw around her notebook.

He cleared his throat, chancing a small and tentative glance towards you. “No, I meant you noticed me?” He wanted so desperately to hear that you, the idolized and worshipped queen of Hawkins, noticed him.

Your gaze softened as the corner of your glossed lips rose. “Of course, I noticed you.” There was something definitive about your voice, like the mere idea of not noticing him was ridiculous. “I notice everything about you.”

He had to force himself to disregard the fluttering inside his stomach. “Is that so?” He asked, his round eyes lighting up. “Like what?”

Your expression brightened. “You stare at me a lot.”

He scoffed, his face scrunching. “What? No, I don’t.” He lied, but there wasn’t anything believable about his words.

“Eddie, it’s kind of hard to miss those big brown eyes.” You knew he stared at you, almost any chance he got when he thought you wouldn’t notice, but you thought it was cute. His eyes would widen with embarrassment before he would scribble indecipherable notes on his notebook, pretending he wasn’t just caught with heart eyes. “It’s okay to admit it.”

There was a moment of silence as Eddie attempted to refocus on the empty street, his flushed cheeks deepening. “I can’t help it,” He reluctantly admitted, his palms dampening on the steering wheel. “No one should be that pretty.”

You straightened as your golden expression softened as the words fell from his blush-pink lips and your slightly shocked eyes fluttered away from him, glimpsing at your baby pink nail polish. He must’ve been drowning inside his own imagination because he could have sworn you looked almost…flustered? No, that couldn’t be right. You were Hawkins’ ‘It-Girl’ and sinking with constant compliments. He had seen you receive them daily. There was a routine with you when you received another compliment; you beamed brightly and provided them a dazzling smile, genuinely thank them, and give them one in return. The good-looking jocks constantly kiss your ass and the pretty cheerleaders praise you for almost everything you did and wore. But he had never once seen you appear flustered.

You hesitantly returned your timid gaze to him. “You’re just saying that.”

Eddie stopped at another stop sign and fiddled with the silver band of his ring. “Definitely not,” He glanced at you and he was overwhelmed with how pretty you looked. “[Your Name], you are easily the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” There was no coming back from his sincere admission. He knew it as soon as your eyes sparkled before you tore them away from him, examining your manicured nails as if they were the most interesting thing you’d seen.

You opened your mouth before closing it again. Your mouth felt dry. “You see? You can woo any girl if you just tried.” You joked, desperate to diminish the feeling of anxious butterflies flooding your stomach. “How the hell did you manage to get girlfriends before?”

The embarrassment burned through him like a wave of crashing lava. “I’ve never actually seriously dated anyone before.” He talked to a few girls before, nothing worth any significance and they usually ended up as them remaining friends. And it wasn’t completely his fault. He would like a girl, try and fail at making a move, they would flirt and talk, and then any chances of a romantic relationship crumbled every time you unknowingly walked back into his life.

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh, my god? Really?” There was nothing teasing or snotty about your remark. You sounded genuinely shocked that he hadn’t dated anyone before.

He groaned with an adorable shyness. “This is the one conversation I don’t wanna have,” He playfully whined. “It’s embarrassing.” Which it was. Telling the one girl he’s had a crush on for as long as he can remember that he had no game was the worst thing that could’ve happened during this car ride.

You raised your hands in a surrendering motion. “Okay, okay. If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll tell you something embarrassing about myself.” You breathed out slowly, closing your eyes tightly. You couldn’t believe you were going to admit this. “I’m so gonna regret this, but I used to have a crush on you—OH, MY GOD, EDDIE!”

The car swerved and your head nearly smashed into the passenger window before Eddie quickly regained control over the steering wheel. His eyes were wide as you screamed beside him. “I’M SORRY, I FREAKED OUT!” Another car honked wildly at you both.

You gripped the handle beside the glass panel, panting. “WHY?”

“BECAUSE YOU SAID YOU LIKED ME!”

Your house slowly appeared across the road and you clutched your chest, closing your eyes as you sighed. “Holy shit, remind me to never get in a car with you again.”

He was silent as he pulled up to your empty driveway. “You know, my brain is kind of just repeating the part where you had a crush on me.” He said, pointing to his head with a confused expression.

You nodded, grabbing your belongings. “Let’s talk about it inside.” You said, opening the car door. “My parents aren’t home.” He didn’t know how to string a sentence together to explain the wide array of emotions he was experiencing. Swallowing the lump lodged uncomfortably in his throat, he nodded wordlessly. He didn’t trust his voice not to crack. You gently grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. You closed the door behind him, the wooden frame rattled from the sudden force.

Eddie, with a delicate glimmer of wonder, glanced around the house. He looked out of place. His trailer was gloomy and dreary, lifeless. He wasn’t used to seeing a house filled with color and liveliness. You both moved through the emptiness of your home and soon you were in your room. You would peer over your shoulder, making sure that he was really there and not some figment of your imagination. You had fantasized about bringing him to your room and what you both would do if given the chance. Shaking your thoughts, you tossed your bookbag beside the doorway and kicked off your shoes. He examined your belongings placed throughout your room with slight delight. A small smile rose on the edges of his lips as he saw the framed photograph of you, Robin, Steve, Nancy, the young boys, and two kids he slightly recognized. You all looked so happy, unbothered.

The afternoon sunlight poured into your room and landed on you like a wave of stellar luminosity. “Can’t believe I’m in your room.” He mumbled, looking at your bright wallpaper. This was something he thought of often but knew was never going to happen. But now here he was.

You sat on the edge of your bed. “Yeah, me neither.” You pat the spot beside you. “Sit next to me.” You said, your eyes resembling lavish gemstones.

He complied. “Explain now, please, because I’m freaking out.”

You chuckled before inhaling deeply. “Okay, it was freshmen year and we had English together. We were partners and we had to write love poems and read them out to each other. Remember that?” You asked him, nervously plucking at the loose thread of your sheets. He nodded. “The way you read your poem kinda had me crushing on you after. And you were in a band and had the tattoos and had the whole ‘bad-boy’ vibe and I was a goner.” And the pathetic truth was that he wrote that poem for you. He was experimenting with his lyrics on one particular night and there was a surge of inspiration when he thought of you. As he read the poem to you, it was an admission of how he really felt.

“My God,” He exhaled sharply. “And how long did that crush last?”

You grimaced, covering your face as you laughed. “Until sophomore year ended—”

His dark eyes nearly bulged from his head. “What the fuck?” He practically yelled. He was pissed at himself for not even noticing. “You had a crush on me for an entire year?”

You peeked from behind your hands. “I know!” You exclaimed, “I tried, you know, making a move, but you brushed me off. I tried asking what Hellfire was about, maybe even sit in during one of your meetings, but all your friends said no and you just kind of agreed before leaving. Then summer break came and I didn’t see you for awhile.”

He shook his head before pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to kick all their asses.”

You couldn’t help but laugh loudly. “I just figured you didn’t like me back.” You said, casually placing your hands within his own, interlocking your fingers with his. His eyes were on you, flickering from your eyes to the plumpness of your lips, then the nail polish of your nails. He looked like he was lost in thought. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Give me a second. I’m trying to hype myself up for what I’m about to say.”

You giggled. “Your hands are really sweaty.”

He chuckled breathlessly. “Yeah, happens when I’m really nervous.”

You gazed upward at him through the thick rim of your lashes. “Why are you nervous?”

His mouth opened, then closed before he found the right words. “Because you’re really pretty and I’ve had a crush on you since the sixth grade.”

And there it was; the subtle yet undeniable shift in the atmosphere. You blinked. “That’s seven years.”

Eddie pressed his lips together. “Trust me, I know.” He knew it like the back of his hand. Every year he was thrown into the downward spiral of being a ‘freak’ and every year you only got smarter and sweeter and prettier.

You twisted the silver band of his ring, failing to restrain the threatening smile. “This whole time?” You asked.

His cheeks darkened as he nodded. “Every time I thought I was getting over it, you’d walk into class on the first day back from summer break and I was done for.” He was trudging through thick embarrassment. “Every time.” He muttered, mostly to himself.

You inched closer. “You never said or did anything.”

His laugh was small. “I was sparing myself from the undoubtedly humiliating rejection.”

You could smell his cheap cologne as you licked your lips. “Well, say or do something now.”

His breathing hitched. “[Your Name], I’ve had a crush on you since the sixth grade and I remember practicing this speech for this exact moment in front of a mirror but I can’t even think straight with how pretty you’re smiling at me right now.”

You were giving him huge heart eyes. You reached forward, placing your palm against his chest. “Your heart is beating so fast right now.” The erratic rhythm skipped as your fingertips grazed his necklaces.

He glanced at your hand touching him. “I’m pretty sure it’s gonna stop.”

Pulling your hand away, you leaned forward. “I can’t have you dying before I can tell you that I like you back.”

Eddie was certain his heart stopped right then and there. It had to and he was dead and this was all some twisted figment of his succumbing mind. This couldn’t be real. “You like me?” He was breathless.

You smiled brightly and that sight was enough to hang in museums. “Yeah, the crush came back when the boys started talking about you all the time. How you were so cool and funny, and before I knew it, I was crushing on you again.” The feeling was gradual, slow and unsuspecting until he smiled a cocky grin while being lectured by the teacher. He remained indifferent, disregarding the teacher’s harsh glares and repeated lectures, strived on being the freak and troublemaker, but blushed with a faint redness whenever you smiled at him.

Eddie nodded, swallowing deeply. “Me? As in…me?”

You laughed at his disbelief. “Yes, Eddie Munson, I have a big and stupid crush on you.” There were very few things Eddie wanted to memorize; the lyrics of his favorite album, the upcoming schedule for his club meetings, and the laugh you made when it was because of him.

He wiped at his forehead. “I feel like I’m dreaming. This has got to be a dream.” You loomed closer and he could smell your perfume. His eyebrows furrowed together as he glanced at the sheen of your mouth. “Your lips are getting really close to mine.” His voice was a breathless whisper as he wiped his damp palms on his thighs.

You gave him a ghostly smile. “That normally happens when someone is trying to kiss you.” Your hand caressed the stubble of his cheek, your thumb softly grazing his bottom lip with a tenderness he’d never experienced. He leaned into your touch and relished the feeling of being held lovingly. He didn’t realize how starved he was for you until he was sighing into your hand. Your teasing breath brushed against his skin as you inched closer, the warmth of your mouth radiating.

Every inch and aching cell of him became yours when you closed the distance, the sweetness of your lips coursing through him. And as you kissed him, he knew that he was done for. He belonged to you for eternity. He didn’t know how was living without ever having felt you against him, to taste you and smell the fragrance of your perfume as he deepened the kiss. Your body curved into him, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him into you. His hand moved against the softness of your exposed thigh, his fingertips gently squeezing. You moaned into his mouth as you desperately kissed him and he was certain that was the prettiest noise he’d ever heard. You reluctantly pulled away, inhaling deeply as his eyes remained closed for a few seconds. “Don’t stop,” He mumbled, giving in to the surge of confidence as he pulled you back. “Not yet.” His calloused hand moved higher, the fabric of your skirt tickling his hand.

He kissed you as if he needed you and you could feel the lace of your underwear dampening. He withdrew his lips and pecked you one more time. “That was better than I ever dreamed of.” And he had dreamed of this exact scenario multiple times, wondering how you would taste and sound as he touched you.

You smirked, your eyes glittering with sinful mischief. “You fantasize about me, Munson?” Your finger dragged against the fabric of his ripped jeans. You stopped at his silver zipper, lingering as you watched him fall apart.

He swallowed, glimpsing down as you drew teasing circles around his hardening crotch. “I-I, um—”

You softly kissed his jaw, pressing your lips against the softness of his neck as he exhaled shakily. “Answer me, Eddie.” He hadn’t expected you to confess your feelings and kiss him and he definitely didn’t think he was going to lose his virginity to you. In your room. On your bed.

His eyes fluttered as you palmed him. “Yes, all the time.” His voice was hoarse, his knuckles blanching as he squeezed your bedsheets. And that wasn’t a lie. He thought of you in compromising situations almost every night, his hand wrapped around himself as he wondered about your moans, the way your face contorted as you came, and how your bare skin felt.

Eddie could feel your lips spread with a satisfied smile. “Good boy,” The nickname wasn’t something he had ever thought about being called but he became painfully hard as you cooed at him. You backed away, retracting your hand from his crotch and he almost whined. “You can tell me about your fantasies and we make them happen,” You said as your wicked gaze narrowed. “Or we can stop now. No hard feelings.”

He shook his head, his answer immediate. “I want to so bad, but I’ve never done anything like this before.”

You smiled reassuringly, easing all his embarrassment. “And that is more than okay. That isn’t something to be embarrassed about. We can take it slow.” Your hand squeezed his cock and he moaned pathetically, completely at your mercy. “I’ll take care of you. Is that something you want, baby?”

His hips bucked as your pressed down. He nodded frantically, a needy sound escaping his flushed lips. “More than anything.”

You marked his neck, a soft pale lilac bruise forming. “Good boy,” Oh, God, he was going to cum if you called him that one more time. “Do you touch yourself thinking about me?”

Eddie moaned softly, his eyes half-lidded in a lustful daze. “Every night.” There weren’t any coherent thoughts flooding his mind as you unbuckled his leather belt, tossing it aside before unzipping his jeans. “It’s harder for me when you wear skirts and dresses. You just look so good—fuck, just like that.” Your hand gripped his cock and he couldn’t control his movements as he jerked.

You brought your palm to his mouth, cocking your head tauntingly. “Spit,” You demanded and he complied, releasing an embarrassing moan as you wrapped your wet hand around him, moving slowly. “You can touch me, baby.”

If there were some Godly entity out there, he thanked them. He pulled your blouse upward and you raised your arms, giggling as his expression broke when he saw your bare chest. “Fuck, they’re so pretty.” He reached forward, squeezing your breasts with a boyish grin. He moved forward, licking your nipples and sucking them, his broken moans muffled against your wet skin. He plucked at the bottom of your skirt. “You wore this skirt one time, and God, it’s so short and tight and you bent over to tell Robin something and you were wearing some pink underwear. I jerked off to that for weeks, just thinking about bending you over.”

You fastened your pace, the wet and filthy sounds of you jerking him filled the quiet air. “I thought about you, too. I thought about sitting right here, kissing your neck and hearing you moan my name, wrapping your hand with these damn rings around my neck.”

He gripped your wrist. “If you keep talking and moving like that, I’m gonna cum.”

You smirked and retracted your hand and he did whine that time. “Not yet,” You gently pushed him onto his back, and his eyebrows pressed together with confusion. You lowered your head and filled your mouth with his cock and the sinful moan that escaped his lips was enough to fuel your late-night sessions for weeks. “You’re coming in my mouth.” His hands gripped your bedsheets and he was certain you were quite literally sucking the soul out of him. There was no way he was going to last for much longer as you fondled his balls, licking them softly before going back to shoving him entirely back inside your mouth.

He forced his eyes to remain open, engraving the spectacle of you deep-throating his cock into his memory. “There’s no way you’re real. You’re way too good at this.” He could barely speak—could barely think or function.

Your eyes watered as you kept your siren-like gaze on him. He tensed, his hand gripping your hair. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

You pulled off him, spitting before jerking him off. “Where do you want it?”

He couldn’t think, blinded by the overwhelming pleasure. “What do you mean?”

“Where you want to cum, baby?”

His eyes widened. “Oh, fuck, in your mouth, please.” In an instant, your lips were wrapped on him again and he was ruined. “Holy shit—” He came by himself before, he wasn’t lying when he told you he did every night, but even his best jerk off sessions were nothing compared to coming inside your mouth. There was nothing but blinding pleasure, enough to steal the words and breath from him. You kept going, determined to make him feel like he was floating, and hollowed your cheeks. His breathing hitched as you swallowed his load, desperate to taste him.

His body jolted as you slowly removed your lips from him, pressing two small kisses against his exposed hip bones. “You did so good for me, Eddie.” He eventually gathered his composure and could finally breathe properly. You wiped the sweat beading around his hairline. “You looked so pretty coming in my mouth.”

And there were those damn butterflies again. He didn’t know what to say. “Thank you so much.” His voice was hoarse, breathless.

You raised an eyebrow as you unzipped your skirt. “We’re not done yet,” You said and his eyes widened. “I’m going to ruin you, Eddie Munson.”

You were going to be the death of him, but Eddie Munson would’ve died a happy man.

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unculturedswine-101 · 2 years

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Uptown girl (Eddie Munson x popular! reader)

1.2 K words

Warnings: None (Eddie is just a huge simp lol)

"She'll see I'm not so tough Just because I'm in love with an uptown girl You know I've seen her in her uptown world She's getting tired of her high-class toys And all her presents from her uptown boys"

Eddie had fallen for you. And he had fallen hard. Every time you entered the cafeteria his eyes would always follow you, distracting him from the other members of hellfire discussing the next campaign. Unfortunately for him, you were apart of the popular crowd; always sitting with Chrissy Cunningham and her Boyfriend Jason Carver; the biggest dickhead of Hawkins High, he never had a chance. You looked beautiful as always today, your hair was big and curly; the curls bouncing every time you laughed or moved your head, your perfectly glossed lips that shone when you smiled; you were like an angel to him. He's pulled out of his trance when Gareth is snapping his fingers in front of his face, "Eddie are you even listening?" his eyes don't even leave you though, he only mutters a "yeah, yeah". Dustin chuckles, shaking his head, it's this that alerts Eddie's attention; "something funny Henderson?" he asks, eyes piercing into Dustin's. "Oh uh nothing.." he shrugs, "it's just that everyday your eyes seem to be glued to y/n when she enters the cafeteria" the group released varieties of relief when Dustin finally mentions Eddie's constant 'wandering eyes'. "Finally someone mentioned it" Mike sighs, putting his head on the table, "yeah, took you long enough Ed" Gareth laughs. Eddie Scoffs "What are you guys even talking about" leaning back into his chair, arms crossed, trying to seem tough. "I mean, you don't hide it, man. As soon as you see her you go all heart eyes!" Lucas jokes, making the rest of the group laugh..except for Eddie.

There was a long silence, until Eddie spoke up “you know what boys?” he announced, slamming his hands on the table to emphasise his words, “I think today might be the day that I ask lady l/n out!” Just as Eddie finishes his sentence however, the bell rings as everyone rushes to third period; including you. His body shook with fear, afraid that he could never muster up this kind of courage to ask you out again as you giggled with Chrissy through the cafeteria doors. Before he could potentially lose this golden opportunity, he jogged over to the doors to you and Chrissy. “Hey l/n” you whipped your head around; your curls bouncing from the sudden motion at the mention of your last name. You were met with none other than the acclaimed “freak” of Hawkins high; Eddie Munson. “Hey Eddie!” you beamed, Eddie was shocked that you knew his name “what’s up?”. Eddie’s mouth suddenly felt dry, it was like his body shut down; his body almost shaking with nervousness. “I was uhhh, just wondering if I..If you..” you turned your head to the side, trying to understand what he was trying to say. “I was just wondering since exams are coming up, you might want something to uh” he clears his throat “to relax” he blurted out. “I’ve actually been meaning to ask you that..” you smiled, looking down at the ground then back at Eddie. “Oh really?” he was honestly surprised that YOU would come up to HIM for drugs. “Yeah..so um..cool if I came over at 8?” you asked, Eddie was a blushing mess just from talking to you for a couple of minutes. “Uh yeah 8 works, do you want my address or something?” He asked, you shook your head, “You live across from Max right?” he nodded “cool then I’ll see you at eight then!” You called, waving to Eddie as you rushed off to class, linking arms with Chrissy. Eddie was completely speechless: not only did he have a girl coming over to his house, but you were coming over to his house.

Eddie was anxious for your arrival, he wanted everything to be perfect for when you arrived. He even cleaned his roomm and made his bed so you knew that he was not a slob. It was 8:01, maybe you were just late? Or maybe this was some cruel joke. He bounced his leg anxiously, hand cradling his chin when there was a wrap at the door. He jumped up at the sound and opened the door to see your gorgeous face “sweetheart” he smiled, holding the trailer door open for you. You smiled as you entered the trailer, the smell of weed, cigarettes and musk fills your senses as you look around. “So watcha looking for? I’d suggest a couple of blunts to get ya started” he suggests sitting on the couch pattinga spot next to him, opening his trademark black lunchbox. “Uh yeah sure” you smile nervously, you had never taken drugs before, only the odd drag of a cigarette from one of your friends. “So how about uh..3 for 10?” Eddie had never gone so low for his merchandise, but for you, it was different. “Yeah that works” you beam, you feel almost guilty doing this exchange, but at the same time it was exciting.

You flip through some bills that you pulled from your bra and hand him a crisp 10 dollar bill. Eddie is transfixed by the action, looking at the bill that had just been pressed against your tits. Realizing he was staring, he quickly snatched the money and looked through the box for the blunts. “One, two, three!” He announces counting the blunts and dropping them in a little bag. “Could..could we share one” he smiled at your nervousness as he took one out “of course princess” Eddie begins to feel like his confident self now, he sees how calm and down to earth you are in person that it makes his heart flutter. He pulled a silver lighter out of his pocket “I’m guessing you don’t know how to smoke” he chuckles, you put a hand over your chest in sarcastic fashion “Edward Munson, are you accusing me of not knowing?” He laughs at your joke “By no means sweetheart, you might just not know how to really smoke a blunt” he winks, flipping up the lighter.

“So what you wanna do is” he instructs putting the blunt in his mouth and lighting it, “inhale” he takes a long drag. “Inhale again, with the smoke you just had” he barely manages to say, trying to keep the smoke in his mouth. “And exhale” he sighs as he blows out the smoke. He looks gorgeous like this, the smoke flowing out of his perfect pink lips and his goofy smile afterwards, you start to feel a blush creeping on your cheeks. “See something you like?” shit, you were caught. You laugh a little, taking the blunt from him and inhaling “good, now inhale again” you nod, inhaling the smoke again letting it go farther down your throat; burning it slightly. “And exhale” he commands as you blow the smoke into his face, all Eddie can think about is how pretty your lips looked around the blunt..he wondered how they would look wrapped around something else.. “See something you like?” You tease, repeating his phrase frok earlier. Eddie slowly moves closer to you, “actually..I do” Eddie almost whispers, cupping your cheek with his hand which is invitingly warm in contrast to the cold metal of his rings.

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streets-in-paradise · 2 years

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Stranger Things Headcanons: Being Dustin’s older sister, a nerdy metalhead, and becoming closer with Eddie and Steve - Part 3

Masterlist

Word Count 14 K (This is almost like an oneshot written on items)

Warnings: Eddie and Steve simp for the reader in their different ways. There is one smut headcanon, but the description of it is more of an implication. Some more of my usual cultural references.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x (Fem) Henderson!Reader, Steve Harrington x (Fem) Henderson!Reader.

Notes: Im once again reminding you that my memory of the timelines suck, sorry for that. Like i mentioned in a recent post, this goes deep into the prom headcanons because i got very into imagining that concept. That means that this series is going to be at least one part longer than what I expected. In between this and part 4 I will be as well posting an oneshot that will follow the inmediate moment after this one’s ending.

Also, I was halfway into writing this when I stumbled across this smut headcanon post for Eddie that blessed my dash and gave me some unusual inspiration. If you want to get more context for why I included that casual little hint of smut, reading that and being unable to stop the thoughts in my head afterwards made me do it.

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- News would travel fast but you decided to act faster by telling all your friends about your date. After all, you had nothing to hide because you were doing nothing wrong.

- Well, almost nothing. Steve’s invitation was a huge surprise. Despite it having perfectly logical motives,you couldn't help feeling... Flattered? Amazed? He seemed so worried about your answer, it wasn't what you would expect from a friend that was simply asking you a favor... Why did he have to make you feel like a pretty girl for it?

- That was exactly how you felt, for as ridiculous as it sounded to you... and he was causing it. His adorable nerves were something new, never before you saw a guy reacting like that in front of you. Even when you knew you weren't the case, you felt like one of those truly gorgeous girls that make boys stutter when they approach them.

- In reality, the closest and most believable explanation you found was that your new threatening look was what made him nervous. If you intimidated Steve, it must have happened in the spirit that would make someone fear a dragon, not the kind of fear making a boy nervous of approaching a cute girl.

- Your thoughts were going against the evidence of your everyday experience and realistic self deprecation. It was the proof that Dustin's wishfulness over you two was finally poisoning your mind. You were smiling to the idea of going on a fake date with your friend, wondering if that was how Carrie felt when Tommy Ross asked her out for prom, and feeling very stupid about it.

- He treated you sweetly and he sold the concept to you so easily. It almost felt like if he truly wanted to take you on that date and you wouldn't be just the replacement for Nancy.

- A fact that you didn’t mention in your talk with Johnnatan. His reaction was of a similar surprise regarding Steve’s attitude, but your acceptance of the ask wasn’t that much of a weird turn for him. He guessed that you were invoking an old pact you two had for that sort of thing, making Steve benefit from the contract breaking because then he was the one without a girlfriend. Congratulating your friend for his romantic achievement, you were picking up the pieces of the mess left behind of it.

- Or that was what he thought. Even if you wished that date was real, nobody would care. Populars would surely be making you two the token of all the jokes anyway, but no one whose opinion you actually cared to hear would see it as an issue. Despite his previously expressed arguments against Steve, you thought Eddie wouldn't care because he would never look at you like that.

- The truth that you wouldn't get to see by yourself was that he felt very conflicted and hopeless with the news. He cared, jealousy was killing him from the inside and he was even more surprised than you.

- So far, his theorized fear was about you getting some hopeless crush on Harrington after he played hero in that fight with Hargrove. The new evidence turned everything upside down and he began to wonder what the basketball player wanted with you.

- " I am merely applying a standard protocol I have designed with Johnnatan under the assumption we both were going to remain as dateless losers till graduation." You tried to bring sense into the facts appealing to a very real thing of your highschool loser lifestyle. " My friend got a girlfriend far before that could happen, that girl dumped another guy for him and now that guy is graduating."

" Bullshit, it is a thankful gesture for your brave knight. " Eddie replicated. He didn't seem pissed off, but he was clearly not happy with your explanation. " You just want to wear a cute dress for him and get to play Cinderella. "

" I am a replacement, Eddie. Second choice, late hour call. He wanted to go with his girlfriend but now he doesn't have one anymore... How romantic do you think that can be?" You insisted, showing annoyance. " The protocol stands to protect any helpless loser friend of mine from being shamed over not having a date. Guess what? I am a helpless loser and I know how it feels to be rejected. "

It wasn't completely obvious, but you were thinking on your assumed as unrequired feelings for him in that last phrase.

" Prove it. "

Since he would insist, you just had to make the simple one on one pact into an official rule valid to be applied for all your friends. In short terms, involving Hellfire into the agreement.

" Anyone here needing the same sort of help I'm giving to Steve is welcomed to actívate the emergency protocol. "

The silence indicated that it was most likely they were actually considering it.

" What if a few of us would graduate at the same time? " Gareth finally spoke, with well intentioned curiosity. " You can't be everyone's date at once. "

" In that case we may need to solve it the old way." You kindly answered, making up a new rule for a code that was imagined with only one guy in mind. " A tournament. Eddie picks the tests and we let fate decide. "

- Eddie knew that he would have to invent some terrible excuse to keep his jealousy hidden. Everyone else seemed satisfied with your answer but he wouldn't get convinced.

" The code stays. It is a brilliant idea and not the actual center of my questioning." He replicated, faking a solemn neutrality. " I disagree with its applicability for the case of Harrington because he is not one of us. Before accepting his request for appealing to it you should have convocated us to council in order to deliberate if It was worthy of consideration."

" IT IS MY CODE!!" You complained. " I created it with my loser best friend and I get to decide how to use it now that it doesn't hold any utility for him. "

" If you want to be one of us you will have to accept that certain choices must be made in the community. Like, for instance, your involvement in that popularity shitfest holding hands with that disowned jock. "

- Despite the concept being a nightmare to him, he didn't make a single Carrie joke. In his mocks, he only compared you to Cinderella and that alone should have sended you a message. He was thinking on you looking all dolled up in some beautifull dress and it felt dreamy as fuck, what he hated given that he wouldn't be the guy taking you to the ball.

- The most curious thing to you was that, for someone who hated the idea, he seemed way too interested in it. He would even make occasional asks about the state of your plans, encouraging you to ramble about the outfit ideas you were thinking.

- The style was your main struggle. If there was one thing you had in clear, that was how you didn't want the princess-like look of Carrie. In that snake pit full of popular people you would be at high risk of being mocked and you needed something that could give you confidence. The problem was that you had no idea of where to start digging for it.

- The first clue on the direction you wanted to take came directly from Steve at one night he was at your house joining you, Dustin and Mike in watching one of your favorite tv shows.

- It was a horror show dedicated to class B movies that were either too niche or too awful to be transmitted anywhere else. Your mother had some discrepancies about the revealing dressing code of the show's hostess, but she would allow Dustin to watch it with you anyways. In the opposite case, Karen forbade Mike from watching it because, of all the stuff the show displayed, she chose to get scandalized about the sexy gothic lady introducing the movies and laughing with the audience in self aware jokes.

- Steve only knew of Elvira as a merchandising pin up girl, learning with you that the character had a cult show that was the delight of freaks. Like in any other case, you were ready to begin an exploratory ramble for him.

- " She is more than a poster girl for horror fans, Cassandra Peterson is awesome. I read an article about her once in a horror fanzine and it was super inspiring. She is not there just to look sexy in a way that attracts freaks... She is one of us herself! "

Your excitement was a bit adorable to him.

" ... She came from a small town just like this one and she suffered a lot of bullying. She was an outcast girl, mocked for her looks because of some burning scars she got in an accident. She grew up being told that she was ugly and now look at her! She puts into her character and she shows such incredible charisma. I love that woman, I aspire to have that confidence."

- Steve wasn't clearly thinking about what he said to you afterwards. Otherwise, he wouldn't have spit it like he did.

" Well, you can work on the confidence part because you already have the nice boobs. "

- He regretted it immediately but it was too late. Mike, the rebellious guest seeking to watch the forbidden program, was then visibly disgusted and your brother made the callout for you.

- " SHE IS MY SISTER! Man, you can't be talking of her like that."

" It's not like we forgot that you also used to date my sister. " Mike followed. " It's not cool, don't make it awkward. "

You fixated on the TV screen pretending that you didn't hear anything of what was being said, but Steve made things worse with a dorkish sounding clarification of his misfortuned phrase.

" Boobies are a totally normal thing that we shouldn't be ashamed of. I mean, she wears oversized rock band t-shirts for a reason. Looking like her I wouldn’t want to be the only girl in the nerds table at school, better if they don’t get to notice. "

“ Says the perv who is talking about her boobs” Mike rushed a comeback. “ Don’t stereotype us, we aren’t all creeps.“

“ I’m just saying that she is very pretty overall, but that is the sort of thing that gives those dudes clues about it.”

- Awkwardness aside, that conversation led you into a positive discovery. To let your fears of being mocked behind, you could develop through fashion choices an entire concept for a character you could play as a self aware joke of your weirdness. Make fun of yourself before others could do it, take control of the jokes and, maybe, abuse the court jester privilege if the context invited you to do it. As you said to Steve in the middle of your ramble, you wished you could be as much of a confident freak as Cassandra showed to be through the character of Elvira.

- Your character had to be a witch. A dark goth vampiric looking approach wouldn’t work the same way symbolically and fashion wise. Censored Elvira, cleaned up from the sexy aspects of her look, was just Morticia Addams and you weren’t going to straighten your hair anyways. Curly hair was a pop culture trait of witches, an image so instaurated in common sense that the phrase “ witch’s hair” was used before by some well intentioned adults to describe yours in a bad hair day.

- Besides, the popular iconography of the witch as a suspicious woman fitted better with the mysticism implied in the comments of Steve about you being the only girl in a numerous group of weird dudes. It was also an excellent way to satirize the entire concept of the club’s stigma.

- Among all those very cool sounding reasons, you also picked it because Eddie had lovefully compared you to a witch before and his sweet words made you melt each and every time he did it. If confidence was what you needed, evoking those memories was going to be a good point.

- The dress had to be red in honor of Hellfire. Elegant, but with some subtle accentuation of the cleavage. Enough to be a change in comparison to the oversized shirts, but nothing scandalizing. The witch thing was a thematic concept for a formal dress, not a Halloween costume.

- As your preparations advanced, you made sure to consult Steve before adventuring into dress shopping. It was not your intention to spoil the surprise, but you needed to be sure if he was going to feel comfortable with what you were planning to do.

- He was amazed to hear how much effort you were putting into something that was about him. You knew that you both would be surrounded by quite a few bullies so you were planning your way to stay strong for him. You were taking all that bother and you weren't even trying to make him like you through it. He adored you for it..

- " Facing normals as your date is not going to be easy, so I am going to create a confident character for it. A sort of thematic inspiration for my look and it is going to be about witchcraft." You were explaining to him" By now you must know that we are going to be mocked, that's why I'm going one step ahead of them. I'm not gonna be waiting for the bucket of pig's blood to fall over my head. "

" That is great, I love to see you have fun with this. " Steve sweetly encouraged you. " I want you to be comfortable, whatever it takes to make you smile is good for me."

That time you were the one blushing.

- Joyce offered herself to take you dress shopping. It was normal between her and your mom to make arrangements on who relevates who over certain activities involving their kids.Yours and the Byers were the only fatherless homes in Dustin’s friend group and the only case in which all the existent siblings were very close friends with each other as well. Your mothers got used to helping each other in the work-life balance combining their schedules when necessary.

- She was like a second mother to you, her house was your second home. The bonding over the years of friendship you and your brother had with her kids made it particularly special.

- Inviting Nancy wasn't an option, you simply couldn't submit her to that awkward moment. It was a bit of a letdown of the situation, because you two were getting progressively closer through discovering certain points of contact within your passions. The incredible amazement you felt at the realization that you were, in fact, like the intrepid reporter contextually forced to join forces with the (lowkey self insert) horror writer in a standard cliche horror-mystery novel shocked you in a positive way.

- You could have got very sad about your lack of female friends to share that sort of thing with, but El's infinite sweetness took you by surprise as she asked you by herself to let her accompany you.

- Max joined you as well, approaching your issue with sarcasm to make you feel less alone. " Does it look like I have many friendships with girls?" she told you at the time you were excusing yourself for bothering all of them due to your lack of girls among your same age friendships. The phrasing implied a certain ' It's just us' feeling and she closed the topic making a random joke about how you couldn't let a bunch of guys be your second opinion for a prom dress.

- Since you knew that no store would offer the exact same thing you wanted, you worried more about fitting. You tried on lots of red dresses strategically picking the ones you saw as more apted to be transformed.

- Style changes could be made later, working with your mom and the sewing machine. Like in any October when Dustin would get an idea for a Halloween costume impossible to find at stores, you could be changing the details yourself while asking your awesomely supportive mom for guidance.

- You all had so much fun, the company felt amazing and you didn't feel any sadness over not being able to bring a friend of your age. El and Max were the young witches of your small coven and that was nice anyways. In fact, one of them was actually like a real life witch.

- You began to wonder if you were perhaps on a viable road to build with any of the girls something similar to what Steve got with Dustin. Be that cool older friend they could see as a support in the girl issues they wouldn’t talk with their male friends. Hero worship aside, of course, you didn’t need any of that.

- Once you had what you wanted and began to work on the concept you noticed that there was a barely imperceptible missing piece that you didn't consider in that shopping getaway: you needed a new bra. It wouldn't make a difference for the outside, but it would for you. A red bra of perfect fitting, something that could make you feel perhaps a bit sexy and help with the confidence boosting. To the realization, you made your plans of going for it alone at some quick escapade after school.

- Plans that Eddie almost ruined completely because, in his unawareness of it, he wouldn't stop insisting on wanting to hang out with you.

- " You know how much I love to spend time with you, but I can't this time." You were trying to explain him without being direct, the light disappointment in his beautiful brown eyes was killing you. " I have some things to do, it's about my outfit for the party and I don't want you to get bored with that sort of shit."

" I'm never bored when I am with you." He sounded so adorable and he was about to get even sweeter. " What's about? Do you need to try on new shoes? I volunteer to play Prince Charming for your Cinderella."

“ Sorry to disappoint you, but I am not a princess.”

- You had to tell him, there was no other way he would get why you really needed to be alone for that.

- " Do you remember that I told you I am going to wear a red dress in a witchy style because I'm taking seriously that deal about representing Hellfire? "

Of course he did and he loved you for it.

"... Well, I need to buy a new bra. It seems like a minor detail but it can make the difference." You began to explain, trying to make the fashion talk equivalent of the old ' talking of menstruation to make men uncomfortable into stop asking questions' " I need one of the same color with nice fitting so I can actually create the cleavage effect in a way that wouldn't look cheap or overexposing."

- His mind went blank after listening to your description.

- " Sounds fun, sign me up." Was his unfortunate reply, that you interpreted as a joke.

" I don't need any second opinions for that, thanks. " You answered after some brief chuckling. " Is a detail I want to add to the look for a plus of confidence. I haven't told the guys because I don't want to hear any bad taste jokes, but I got the idea from watching Movie Macabre. The comedy style of Elvira is an inspiration for girls with low self esteem and weird interests. "

He was listening in silence and you felt sure that the girl stuff talking must have accomplished its purpose. By the way he was looking at you, you guessed he had to be feeling uncomfortable, so you closed the topic.

" They can't burn me at the stake if I am already on fire. I learned that from you and I want to make you proud."

- Eddie was a mess of mixed emotions, all feelings that were one way or another linked to romance, and he didn’t know what to do with them. You were his friend, the only girl around who showed herself willing to join the club and you were so excited about it that you were even trying to prove yourself a fitting member before asking to make it official. To you, simply being included in his group of weirdos was some sort of honor.

- You were also one of the few confirmed existent Corroded Coffin fans. He felt his heart about to explode when you secretly confessed to him, after a couple of times seeing their shows, that he was your favorite band member. He was so happy after getting to know that he managed to impress you like he actively seeked to.

- He was crushing on you so strongly and he admired you in every sense of the term. He loved your sweetness, your sense of humor, your awesome talent,your great imagination, your cool music taste and that wonderful way of understanding each other you two had… But he also loved your soft skin, your perfume, the taste of your lips, that he only tried once to end up dreaming awake with another casual chance to kiss you.

- The thought of you wearing a sexy red bra was too much to take. Then you choose to share with him, only him of all the dudes in the group, that you were adding that invisible touch because your inspiration for the witch prom dress concept was the Mistress of the Dark herself. You were talking of the comedy aspects in the character's hostess routine, the part about making fun of the movies and of herself with the audience, but he wasn't nor couldn't think of that.

- It wouldn’t be your intention, for sure, but the mental association of concepts brought to him some interesting ideas that did not match the complete reality of what you were planning. Wildly loose hair, red lipstick … a sexy red dress making you look like the style of witch that could be cover art of a metal album.

- There was no way you could have realized that your talk meant to make him feel uncomfortable in a ' I don't need to know more, just go' form caused a particularly contrary effect. What you were seeing wasn’t the awkwardness induced by something gross: Eddie was turned on. .

- He knew that, despite how much he sucked at hidding it, you had no idea because you were so innocent. Not in the sense of pureness or prudeness, more of absolute unawareness. It was as if the possibility of causing that on anyone would never cross your mind. An understandable attitude for a shy loser girl used to being ignored, he still couldn't believe that his were your first kisses.

- Knowing who you were made him feel awful about the things you made him think. Eddie was protective of you, his most adorable friend, yet he couldn't protect you from his thoughts. The romantical ones were nice crush induced stuff that he didn't mind indulging in because those were often inspired by your sweetness, but the sexual ones were torture for him.

- It would have been better for his sanity in all the aspects if you could have gone for the princess concept in his jokes, risking to feel like Carrie. It was obvious that you weren't going to dress like in his dirty fantasies, but you were going to look so beautiful in a style that he would love and it was all going to be for the eyes of Harrington. A guy that wouldn't even catch the symbology behind the idea and wouldn't appreciate it in the same way. That asshole didn’t deserve what you were doing for him, he didn’t deserve to be your first date.

- Like in your case, Eddie hasn’t dated much before. He may pretend in front of you to be this more experienced friend, but the real actual gap on that matter between you was not as huge as you thought. After all, you both were outcasts and even if you considered him way cooler than you, that was mostly in your perception but not a popular opinion.

- There was some excitement in the rest of Hellfire after you shared with them a very vague idea of what you wanted to do for your date. It certainly dissipated any initial doubts about your involvement in Steve's prom. Some of the boys even offered collaboration with ideas for subtle characterization details.

- Gareth was a total sweetheart, he wanted to do your makeup, but Eddie wouldn't miss the opportunity to make him his spy. After you accepted the offer, he gave him specific secret instructions of what he wanted to obtain. He could just show up at your house without warnings and find out by himself, but he wanted to avoid making a scene in case his jealousy could get out of control. After all you told him about your little brother, he couldn't afford causing a terrible first impression.

- Fortunately for you, things weren’t stressing because Steve made the ask with enough time ahead. Dealing with Dustin’s excitement was actually harder than the whole thing. It’s not like you didn’t appreciate his good intentions, but he was too young to understand certain things. Yes, you were going on a date with a sweet, handsome boy that cared to invite you, but that wasn’t an automatically erasing factor of your feelings for Eddie. Even if you could be catching feelings for Steve, that wasn’t going to make you forget him anytime soon.

- Your brother’s well intentioned intromissions were what was driving you crazy, so you begged him to stop. That only made him limitate himself to keep invading just Steve’s planning, pretending that he wasn’t at all tracking yours. In the spirit of his interventions, he even made him watch the film adaptation of Carrie.

- “ When were you going to tell me that my character dies like an idiot?” Steve complained to him about the ending. “ If I would have known that, I wouldn’t have followed your idea.”

“ First, it is a merciful death compared with the rest of the Bloody Prom. Second, it is symbolic.” Dustin defended his point by bringing out his inner horror nerd in a way that would have made you proud to see. “ Tommy is Carrie’s hope for happiness, social acceptance and love. He dies and that leaves her empty: now she has nothing to lose and is free to take revenge on everyone who ever hurted her. “

“ At least I can see now why my date has refused to take the spot of Carrie.”

“ She switched the plan because she is trying to protect herself from the disappointment. Carrie chose to fall for the princess fantasy, she is running in the opposite direction.”

“ I’m not like Tommy, I do want to date her.”

“ I shouldn’t say this because it is technically violating some form of sibling confidentiality, but I’m going to do it because I love her and if this helps, she will eventually forgive me. ”

Dustin made a pause, his silence was a strong indicator for Steve to understand that what he was going to say shouldn’t leave that room.

“ My sister got used to facing disappointment with crushes, it runs in the nerd blood of the family. She is the sort of girl with spin the bottle traumas because no boy wanted to kiss her. You know when some dickheads do this thing of bothering the boy they know the weird girl crushes on, just for him to deny it acting repulsed by her so the rest can see her getting humiliated? Or the ‘ Hey, my friend likes you’ pranks? That was middle school for her. She has been crushless all High until she got to like some dude who didn't feel the same and that broke her heart. She is awesome, but she has lost all hope of crushing on someone who could want to be with her. Be her hope, Steve, that’s what I mean with this.”

- The revelation filled him with angry sadness because it just wasn’t fair that you had to feel that way. Steve was then able to understand why you were so worried about the mockery. It wasn’t about you not wanting to face the jokes, you were trying to protect him because you feared that having to stand that situation could repulse him. You deserved so much better than the bullshit lessons in your bad experiences, it was unbelievable for him to hear that you have lost any awareness of your attractiveness to isolation, bad romantical luck and bullying.

- For how long have you been ignored or mistreated to convince yourself of that? Did he ever indirectly participate in it? He did remember that Carol used to pick on you, doing the femenine counterpart of his bullying to Johnnatan. That seemed to stop precisely as you got close to Munson and his group, the fear he inspired surely made her think twice before daring to keep bothering you. Steve couldn’t remember any particular episode, but the mere idea of you suffering because of something that Carol said and he stupidly supported was killing him. If it happened, it was surely just to see Johnnatan’s helpless anger about your pain, but he wasn’t able to forgive himself thinking that he could be part of your problem.

- Those were all lies of people that didn’t know you for real, fools that wouldn’t look at you twice like he once was. You deserved to know how beautiful you were, to stop separating yourself from the concept of a pretty girl. It was so normalized in your trivial speech to do that, not even in debate at any point of your normal conversation, and that was frustrating to hear for someone who fancied you. He was able to understand where it came from, but you didn’t have to feel that way if he still had any power left to do something about it.

- Every single praise commentary he said to you, he meant it. Even the terrible ones like that one escaping out of him accidentally in front of Dustin and Mike. It somehow ended up expressing a true inner worry he had about your bonding with other guys. You were the only girl, a hot nerdy girl, hanging out with a bunch of lonely nerd dudes. As a friend, that triggered on him some protectiveness. Because of his crush on you, he was perhaps a bit jealous.

- He had no clues of what your dynamic with the group was like, but he was able to imagine you as their freaky queen. All the nerds at your feet, subtly fighting each other over who is going to clean up some space for you to sit at their table because all of them want to be close to you. As their leader, Munson decides that you should sit next to him and you smile in agreement, unaware of what was going on between them because of your presence.

- In that imagined escenario, Steve thought that it must have become an implicit rule among them that the leader was the only one habilited to make subtle moves on you. It was his way of explaining why he was the only one of them who was so damn close to you all the time. Everytime he got to see Munson at school, it always happened around you and he was always touching you.

- Hugs from behind that he used to casually give you in the middle of a conversation that he wasn’t initially taking part in, but seemed to enjoy interrupting. Forehead kisses, playing with your hair tracing the patterns of your curls with his fingertips. Once he even got to see him sneaking his hands underneath the back of your shirt to make you squeak from the metalic coldness of his rings. It was a joke, but it showed a high level of physical intimacy between you two

- That used to awaken some secret jealousy on Steve. If he could just touch you as easily, if you could only show to be so physically comfortable with him as you were with your so-called friend Eddie. You two have hugged many times, but it wasn’t the same. He craved for chances to try different levels of physical intimacy and his prom would be the perfect space for that because it was, after all, a date. He wanted to test waters in all kinds of romantic approaches: hand holding, slow dancing, sweet whispering of cute nonsense.

- Perhaps, if there would be a proper opportunity for it, he may even try to kiss you. A bit of a rushed thought, especially remembering the advice he gave to Dustin on the matter some time before, but he couldn’t contain the excitement. It was strong enough to force him into a self reminder of not staring at your lips for too long while paying attention to your talk a couple of times. He was counting the left days until having you really close and all for himself.

- Then, the day finally presented itself and, along with your own excitement, you got to discover that your mom was one within your brother’s. They were both practically on the same page, but for different reasons. She was more about showing pride over your social accomplishments. Over that school year you made incredible progress and there were some noticeable changes, besides from the more obvious one in your self embraced appearance. You had a circle of friends that were around your age, you were going out and having fun like parents expected from their teen kids. Although she appreciated Jonathan, she was glad that he wasn’t your only friend anymore and you were keeping that very important friendship while cultivating new ones. Your social life was expanding and that was a great thing.

- What you told her of Eddie and Hellfire was very vague for some obvious reasons, including your secret getaways to see the shows of their band that she wasn’t supposed to find out. However, she wasn’t the kind of paranoid mother worrying over ‘ bad companies´. It was pretty pointless with you, since you never ever gave her troubles and your loneliness worried her more than that. For so, she was very supportive of what she got to hear regarding your involvement with them. Hearing that Gareth was going to come over to help you out with your make up got an optimistically happy reply out of her, insisting on your permission to invite any of your new friends anytime. She really was the best mom ever, so adorably supportive that you felt slightly bad for the tiny details you were hiding.

- For her, your date with Steve was like a peak in that started process of improvement she detected going on in you. Only the fact that you were going on a date was a wonderful thing to celebrate, but it was even better knowing who was taking you out. She got to adore Steve while getting to know him first as this very nice new common friend of her kids. His attitude around her helped, but she was already inclined to have a high esteem for him.

- Time before she was listening to Karen brag about the wonderful boyfriend of her Nancy, ´What about your (y/n)? Any boys on the radar that you may have heard of?’ She asked her right afterwards, a question that sounded well intentioned but it was more like an extension of her bragging under the known assumption that you weren’t like Nancy.

- The funny thing was that when she got to find out about the breakup, because your best friend would talk with you about his dates with the eldest Wheeler, your mother was unaware of a lot of things. Very important pieces of the context for that breakup were lacking, like how Nancy and Johnnatan got close through the first interdimensional crisis. Those gaps gave her proper space to develop her own theories.

- She got convinced that Steve dumped Nancy for you because the dates matched that explanation. Since he began to show up at your house at the very same time that relationship ended, she thought that his initiated friendship with his son was an excuse to see you. The incredible amount of pride she felt about it was vindicating, even if it was based on lies your brother allowed her to believe. She couldn’t wait for you to go on that date so she could later brag back, she even invited Joyce to witness the moment so her claims would have backup. She was going to show up anyways, but the idea of helping Claudia to make Karen swallow her shitty casual comments for once was great too.

- Will and Johnnatan came with her too, which surprised you for a few reasons. The youngest Byers boy knew that Dustin would be at Steve's, providing him of support during his own preparations, while the oldest could get into an awkward situation if crossing paths with your date.

- “ I have to remind him of taking good care of you. If you get bullied because of him and this dumb idea I swear I will kick his ass again.” Your best friend explained when you got to ask him about that part. “ and this time I’ll not be alone..”

You smiled, touched by his support yet intending to ignore the teasing reference, and replied with a little harmless joke made in complicity with his little brother.

“ I’m so sorry that your family has dragged you into this, Will.”

- El was also going to come, you invited her after getting to notice how purely happy she was when getting to do girly things in company. Hopper was supposed to bring her and leave, but he chose to stay as soon as he saw Joyce. They both became the adult company keeping your mom entertained.

- The greatest surprise was that Max showed up to be there for you while you were getting ready. You weren’t waiting for her because, after all, your little date was going to take place in the same context of Billy’s prom. In that simple gesture, just with her presence, she was indirectly showing to choose Steve and you over her step brother. It was sad, but it gave you a special kind of joy regarding the chances for bonding you had with her.

- You actually wondered if Billy cared for it, if he would notice her absence and get upset. Would he be taking it on both of you at the party? Should you get ready for it? It was a pretty evident possibility anyways, he was still obsessed with Steve even after stealing from him everything he used to care about. He was going to be crowned King in the once rightful place of your friend, yet it wouldn’t be enough. Billy was so stucked in his fixation with proving to be better than Steve at everything that you wondered if, deep down, he was jealous of how Max seemed to prefer him.

- At that particular time, she amazed you at a personal level through her accidental development of a similar role to the one Dustin was assuming with Steve. They were both, in their different ways, being the leading encouragement in your cheer boosting processes previous to the date. With the blasting of loud music as a confidence inducing factor, both kids were there to pump you up.

- In your house, the witch was being awakened to Motley Crue’s ‘ Shout at the Devil’. Despite your once expressed choice of giving up on Crue, because the mental association with the new asshole king of the school almost ruined their music for you, the truth was that their tunes were your place to go when you wanted to feel confident in a bitchy way. That was something that usually happened only behind the closed door of your room, but would have to come out in public for the situation you would be facing.

- Inspired by Max, you decided that Billy would only take Crue from your cold, dead hands because you weren’t giving up their music as you wouldn’t either give up your confidence to his possible attacks on it. Gareth arrived just in time to see the merry scene Max, El and you provided while jamming to ‘ Looks that Kill’ as you were working on your hair styling and he mocked you a little bit. First because he catched the joke, but also about how glam metal was esentially born as strip club music. However, you both agreed in the aspect of the awesome make up and he ended joining the mood anyways on the ‘ Helter Skelter’ cover. The Byers boys later laughed of the whole thing and you chose to take advantage of the opportunity to practice your first few in character jokes with them.

- Gareth made a good first impression on the kids, but he was terrified of Hopper and practically ran to your room so he could hide from him. He did nothing particularly scary to get said reaction, your friend just wasn’t expecting to find the chief of police chit chatting while having coffee with your mom and Johnnatan’s.

-In a secret conversation, you simplified explanations for him saying that you bonded with Hopper through being his sitter. That sweet girl who complimented his black painted fingernails was actually the chief’s adopted daughter and a friend of Will, Max and your then absent brother, who was with Steve. That didn’t stop him from freaking out, but you tranquilized him a bit claiming that it was a good thing because, if Eddie would ever get in trouble, you may be able to help.

- In the meantime, Steve was with Dustin pulling out a full show to ‘ King of the Mountain’ by Bon Jovi, fooling around together as he was getting ready. In the process of becoming close with you, he passed from a casual listener to an actual fan of the band and the associated memories had a lot to do with that. Even if it wasn’t something you would listen to all the time, or wouldn’t admit to your Hellfire friends to enjoy that much, Steve associated it with you precisely because it was this little first thing you got to share.

- Back when ‘7800 Farenheit’ was released he wanted to get a cassette copy of the album as soon as possible so he could share it with you, but his plan for you to indulge together in your guilty pleasure wasn’t about doing it in the safety of your home. Steve brought it to school so you could listen to it in breaks sharing your walkman.

-For as simple as that sounded, that ended up being an intimate moment between you two.. You needed to be very close to share the earbuds and the silence going on as you listened forced you to communicate with less words. Staring into each other’s faces to share reactions, subtle touching, Steve even got a good while to hug your waist and you seemed to be comfy in his arms. At some point you even ended up laying your head in his chest as you closed your eyes, but the damn bell announcing the end of the break screwed up the moment.

- He slowly began to embrace the comparison Dustin created around him and the marketed personality brand of the band’s singer. Deep down, he liked the idea of being this sweet, non threatening handsome boy bringing in some romance into your life and that was exactly what he wanted to do. That’s how he wanted to romance you, if there were any chances for it.

- El was the one who brought the question about romance to you. Comparing it to her experience as Mike’s date at the Snow Ball, she asked you if you were excited about dating Steve. Of course you were, but you weren’t going to get into the lovey ramble that she expected to hear. You created a deviation of topic through a self aware joke about your dating experience being shorter than hers despite you being older, what got you into the ‘ ‘first dates’ talk instead. Gareth made a joke from the perspective of the boys, something over the lines of ‘ How do those kids get to play dnd and get dates?’, to which you answered with another self aware mock. ‘ I know! Compared to me at their age, they socialize like preps.``

- There were no suspects on him from your side, you didn’t know nor imagined Eddie had intentions of spying on you through Gareth, but you wouldn’t confess in front of him anyway.

- The final result of the visual concept in your look for the party was outstanding and you were so happy. You felt to have accomplished your goal of looking slightly hot in an elegant look that had parodically rebellious undertones in its conception. Not audacious enough to break the dress code, but sufficient to make Joyce stop Hopper from throwing a protective comment as part of his immediate reaction.

- It was definitely a brave stance coming from you, perhaps one of the bravest you ever had, and you couldn’t wait to know Steve’s opinion. Your teen friends seemed impressed, Johnnatan being mostly shocked by the great change while Gareth was more about appreciating the final result of something you accomplished together.

- You hated to think about it as intensely as you did, but you were dying for one of Eddie’s reassuring comments. He would have praised you so enthusiastically, making a scandal of your looks in a way that wasn’t proper of any of your other friends. His supportiveness was different, it would feel so different to you and you thought that perhaps that had to be with your huge crush on him.

- Yet, there was something else about him. Certain doubts that you couldn’t decipher, so you labeled those as silly hope inspired perceptions. Eddie didn’t have any other female friends, there was no way for you to check if that was his standard behavior in friendships with girls.

- Confusing details, like the pet names. Johnnatan had a friendship of years with you, absolute trust, yet he would never be calling you his sweetheart. Eddie had a long list of lovely things to call you, that being the one at the top of it. Baby girl, dollface, my best girl, no other friend of yours was using words like those… with the exception of Steve’s heartfelt sounding ‘ darling’. There was also that time he called you babe and Eddie didn't let it pass without making fun of him.

- Another previous similar incident also derived in teasing, but from a very different sort. While Eddie mocked him as if he wouldn’t be allowed to use those sorts of words with you, Billy laughed at you as if you were the proof of Steve’s downfall. ‘ Are you that much desperate for pussy, Harrington?’ he said in the short pause between his loud laughing from a similar joke Tommy commented before. As if that could be the only reason Steve should have to call you nice things and that should be a shame for him because of who you were, a plain looking nobody compared to the girls he used to have before. Never in years did you wanted to slap someone so badly.

- There were no justifications afterwards, as usual when a pet name for you would sneak into his phrasing. In that particular time, Steve was also too worried about comforting you against any possibility of being affected through an insulting comment that was meant for him.

- Looking good, in the measure of your possibilities, was a matter of honor. Not only yours, but Steve's. You weren't Nancy, but wanted him to feel at least a bit proud beside you. The proudest he could be alongside a girl like you, what wasn't saying much in your opinion.

- 'If only you could be good enough to make that dickehead regret from spitting hate', you would think while remembering the rage you felt. If he would have known, Eddie would have found the way to convince you of it.

- Despite the normal doubts, you were feeling the change as some sort of dehinibitive transformation. You were ready to ruin with your attitude any possibilities for anyone to bother Steve through you.

- By the time the doorbell rang you were still being photographed by your friends. It was Johnny's time to shine, he took some pics of you with the kids, with your drummer friend and a few solo ones while you were playfully pretending to pose for him as if you were modeling. Max took a few Polaroids for you as well, relieving the photographer so he could also get pics with you.

- Dustin rushed to find you before Steve would, all smiles because of how happy he was about the whole situation.

- " You look so beautiful and badass. " He commented on your looks with excitement. " You ARE a beautiful badass. "

You hugged him on spot.

" I love you, Dusty."

" ... and you will love me more once you will get to see Steve."

- It took him an instant to notice the stranger around and his mind got quickly into one wondering. The dude looked like a metalhead, but he couldn’t tell which one. Was he the one you have been suffering about? The one who got your date with Steve THAT MUCH delayed because you simply couldn't stop thinking about him?

- ' Chill, he is the drummer. ' Johnnatan whispered at him ríght before introductions would happen.

Dustin didn't have to speak for him to guess what was going on in his mind.

- All you got to see was your brother gently welcoming your friend as they were being introduced. Dustin actually asked him about his instrument, wordlessly guessing him a member of Corroded Coffin. When Gareth confirmed for him that he was a drummer, he gave him a weirdly on spot compliment. According to the kid, it should have been easy to guess because he looked like he could fit into the ' smiling sunshine drummer' stereotype.

- There was no doubt he was your little brother, he knew exactly what he was talking about. A few minutes of small talk were enough for him to give proof of the awesomeness you always described.

- Before doing your walk of glory in direction to your date, you deviated for a quick last look in the full body size mirror on your mom's bedroom. What you found was pretty nice, definitely not that bad. You were a fitting replacement, good in a double context. Your looks worked as a different, but mildly adequate substitute for Nancy as Steve's date. Also, as you heard Dustin pridefully commenting, you looked like you could be a censorship pushed replacement character in your beloved trashy horror show.

- In that one you had to disagree, you were seeing it more like an imaginary occasional supporting character showing up from time to time to pop a joke with Elvira and only in very few episodes. That was the energy you were feeling at the moment, a more adequate description of how you were mentally preparing to deliver the comedy mechanism in case of need.

- On the long awaited meeting the amazement was very much mutual. You managed to hide it behind your smile, but Steve was almost gone in the contemplation. You had no doubts that you must have surprised him, because only your voice got him back to reality.

- " Hi, Steve. " You shyly saluted him, the confidence you were feeling faded a bit because of how handsome you found him. " Are you ready to do this?"

" You are stunning. " He replied, still in awe. Heat flowed through your cheeks because he said it as if he was truly convinced of it. " Who the hell cares who will be crowned tonight? You are a queen... Can witches be queens or is it against your rules? "

" I'm sorry if you expected an alliance with some enemy kingdom through this arranged marriage. " You joked as a parody of what you imagined as a fake date situation. " I am just a witch. I can only be called a Queen through you, since you are King Steve"

" Not anymore."

There was acceptance of that in his voice, not the same disappointment you heard some time before. Yet, you couldn't help yourself and you just had to say the sweetest thing that crossed your mind.

" Thorin didn't stop being acknowledged as ' King Under the Mountain' by the dwarves of Erebor just because Smaug usurped his kingdom. You may have been kicked out of your spot, but I don't mind who has it. You are still my King… and you look way more handsome than Tommy Ross ever could."

- Steve wished he could have kissed your lips ríght there, but he gave you a tender peck on top of your forehead instead. You later kissed one of his cheeks and caressed the other.

- From that startpoint, the romance could only escalate.

- After the typical smiling prom couple photo session, and some more pics with Dustin that you wanted to have now that he was there, you both were ready to go. The adults filled you both with typical goodbye advice and congratulated your date for his graduation one last time, while your best friend took his moment to make the promised warning. It didn’t come out as a scary threatening thing, but Johnnatan was letting Steve know of how much he cared for you. The chief of police would have loved to help if a scare would have been the intended effect, but he was pretty sure that Joyce’s son was handling things very well.

- On the way to your destination Steve filled you with all sorts of reassurance. He told you for the hundredth time that he was absolutely happy with the choice he took when he invited you, revisited your plan with you and even allowed you to listen to whatever music you preferred on the car ride.

- As a result, you arrived there blasting “ Go to Hell” by Alice Cooper, a track in a mixtape you picked from your own collection. Self aware self-bullying making fun of claims made by others,a middle finger to the horror inspired in the normals. Your maniacally sounding singing, purposely trying to make your voice deeper, was hilarious to him. The party wasn’t even beginning and your warming up to get in character was already making him chuckle really hard.

- You stepped in holding hands, a gesture that you initiated halfway in the parking lot. Steve couldn’t help rooting for you as he felt in your tight grip the nerves you were trying so hard to hide. That time you were for once the clueless one crossing unknown territory: it was your first date in your first dance since middle school. You were going 0 to 100 in one take, about to attend a prom night when it wasn’t even your graduation year.

- People did stare at you, showing a mix of reactions that oscilated between surprise and amusement. It was most likely that many weren’t expecting he would show up there with you for real. No one would say a word, of course, until the King and his little court would make the honors. Tommy and Carol, commanded by Billy, couldn’t wait to begin the humiliation of Steve.

- “ You know? When I said ‘ There are plenty of bitches in the sea’ … I didn't mean this.” Hargrove cassualy commented to him, making the opening for the other two.

“ … Just when we thought you hit rock bottom. '' Tommy followed. “ Have some fucking self respect, Harrington! This is low, even for you. A whole new fucking level of low, you are taking out the freak’s trash!”

- Glancing at your date with confidence, showing determination, you let him know that you were going to handle them and he was invited to join the fun.

“ Which freak’s trash am I ? You gotta be more specific, I know way too many dudes that fall on the label: Byers, Munson, Hellfire itself.”

“ The perv, not the satanist. “ Carol added, happy to get a free way to bother you once more like in the old times. “ He got rid of his puppy friend because he doesn’t need it anymore, now he has the princess.”

“... While this dumbass is stuck with me because he is alone.” You cutted her off. “ Yeah, I know. Thanks for the reminder, Carol. Pointing out the obvious, as always. Steve over here should be ashamed of himself for showing up in public with the bitch that not even the perv of Byers would fuck. A sad, pathetic maggot that he befriended to feel bigger than someone else for once and now Munson protects for pity.. Is that the whole speech or am I missing something? “

She didn't see it coming, neither did her boyfriend. Time before, back when it was only Johnnatan and you against the world, you would have remained silent.

“ No one asked you, Henderson. Enjoy the princess’ spot, but you are still a frog.”

You cracked a strident laugh, not forcefully delivered in a witchy tone, but so spontaneous that it felt maniacal.

“ Is that all you have, Hagan? “ You clearly challenged him, intense eye contact showing so. '' On that you are mistaken, allow me to show why. While you got distracted playing Tommy Lee for Billy’s terrible Vince Neil-like acting, I found my purpose. What I was always meant to be: I am not a princess, not a frog … I’m a witch. “

- You blatantly ignored the happily hateful couple, confidently advancing towards Hargrove. At that point no one, not even Steve, could tell what you were about to do.

“ I have the most wholehearted thanks to you, Billy. You came to change everything. ” You ironically commented. “ Last year I used to think that Steve Harrington,Tommy Hagan and his bitch were the worst bullies in existence… but you showed me the light! The truth is that Steve sucks at being a bully and his pathetic ex followers barely do a bit better. They are dumb children compared to you! Our true King, the previous one would never reach your league! King Steve was clearly meant to join your crew of flatterers, hoping he could learn a thing or two to improve his bullying routine, or perish in exile among outcasts like me. My lips don’t tremble at saying that you, Billy Hargrove, are the most efficient King Hawkings High ever had and you leave behind yourself a legendary legacy.”

He was genuinely confused, but didn’t stop you because he was evaluating Steve’s reaction. After all, it was a flattery speech even if it was for the wrong reasons.

“ Your inaugural act? Stealing the more plastic and badass looking aspects of metalhead culture.. FREAKIEST FREAK SUBCULTURE? Woow, what a power move! You told us all that this time it wouldn’t be just insults and punches, you came here to take our identity. You were a threat for what we weren’t immediately prepared for, you managed to surprise the most cynical and skeptical crowd here … and that was just the start. “

“ I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, but I can't say that doesn’t sound flattering.” He mocked you, trying to bother your date through that. “ See, Harrington? Even your freak bitch knows I am better than you and she is not even afraid of saying it.”

Steve was about to cackle, but he allowed you to continue to not spoil the surprise effect..

“ Of course you are, Billy! The best ruler we ever had, for so, the most despicable human being I have come across in my goddamn school life. “ Was your speech’s punchline. “ You have no idea of what your rullership has created, or how it personally helped me. I owe you so much, I will be eternally thankful. Because of you, the freak nation has finally united and I stopped hiding. You took our shit, you beated up our children … you gave us no choice. In the peaceful times of King Steve I wasn't joining forces with Hellfire yet here I ended up! Laughing my ass with Eddie Munson because of how dumb you look when you copy some of the badass shit that made him famous as a weirdo. The same shit I love, but wouldn’t make evident because I was afraid of being me in front of the lovebirds hiding behind you. ‘Fearing WHO?’ I began to ask myself, ‘ IF THAT DICKHEAD OF HARGROVE CAN DO IT, WHY NOT ME?’ “

You were absolutely unhinged and you could feel it in yourself.

“ Your realm ends tonight. Next year we will have to face Jason Carver’s realm of terror, but we will do it more united than ever. When the Spanish Inquisition will be hunting down heretics, I will not be hiding anymore and I owe that to you.”

“ Seriously, man. I wouldn’t want to be in the shoes of your successor. “ Steve followed you. “Those freak bitches are crazy! Because you invaded their thing now they think they have the right to invade ours. Great job, King, you leave this place in chaos!”

An ironic comment about how you were there because he invited you that he closed while giving Billy a path on the shoulder, then turning back cackling with you.

- When the heat of the moment calmed and you realized what you did Steve was even more excited than you and his ramble about it actually got to impress you.

- " THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!! We just did the same thing the Sex Pistols did to the british queen. You were two seconds away from saying ' God Save the King’ "

He kept laughing, unaware that you were staring at him in awe.

" How do you know about that?"

Realizing it slipped from him accidentally, Steve got a bit nervous while explaining himself to you.

" I have been learning stuff in case of needing a cool conversation topic so you wouldn't get bored. " He admitted. " Fantasy was way too complicated, the world buildings are so confusing, so I tried with some history of rock. "

- it was the sweetest caring gesture he could have shown to you, making you feel as weak for him as he was for you.

" I can't believe it! You have been saving it all for tonight.”

" I didn't expect to be talking about the founding fathers of punk so soon, but what we did was very punk."

"... Wait, wait.. Are you learning about subgenres?" You asked, with curious amazement, then delivered a little tease. " Stop ríght fucking now, Harrington. Coming from you, that feels like dirty talking."

“ I just want to keep my date entertained.”

“ Damn it, you are so sweet! Now I will have to learn about sports rules.”

- Despite the fact that there was a world of people there, you were too deep into each other to care. You laughed, drank and danced, not caring for what others would think of you.

- Of course, you also got into some casual talking with whoever that would dare to approach you. Many people did, mostly to salute Steve. Joking was your way to go in your own interactions or when asked stuff about you. Steve was able to tell that the amount of complexity was proportional to your comfort in the social situation. When being around people that made you feel mildly comfortable, you would pull the sillier ones. When the environment was more hostile, you would get creative.

- Then, Chrissy Cunnighan approached and you went insane. Not like the last time, it wasn’t ironical aggressiveness. You were excited because the sweet cheerleader had a very positive reaction to your jokes. Her first comment directed to you, after greeting Steve and commenting about this older friend of hers who was graduating with him, was a compliment about your dress.

- “ I gotta say it, I’m getting strong Carrie flashbacks with this.”

She laughed, what surprised you for real, because to do so she had to understand the reference.

“ Do you know what I am talking about?”

“ I watched the movie once.. The bullied girl that moves things with her mind, right?”

- Your immediate thought? No wonder why Eddie liked her, that girl was a ray of sunshine. Still, you didn’t let your jealousy ruin the moment and you choose to react with the same excitement you would in front of any other cheerleader catching one of your horror references. Keeping your harmless mocks,you told her that the red dress was your self brought bucket of pig’s blood and you weren’t Carrie, but you were still a bit of a witch.

“ Don’t worry, (y/n) is not here to kill us. “ Steve added, joining you for support. “ She wants to look like a witch because of some stupid nickname Tommy and Carol have given to Nancy. They call her princess, so my current date wasn’t feeling comfortable in a princess dress.”

You glanced at him, feeling exposed because of a motive you didn’t tell him, while his response was smiling at you with something stronger than support.

- Some of your more creative comedy material was delivered there for Chrissy in a non confrontational way. Following the dress topic, you invented a story about how it was made for you in Hell on the same red fabric of Satan’s cape. A boatman brought it to you on Express Infernal Mail, a parody of Charon that you presented as the Devil’s delivery guy bringing stuff to the lakeshore. The tale was getting exponentially crazy as the laughs of your two persons only audience intensified, your imaginative storytelling being then at the service of the comedical goals.

- It was a matter of time until Jason would arrive to try to screw up the moment. Protectiveness over his girlfriend and his own spite against you caused blatant horror on him as a witness of the situation.

- “ I know that you want to be nice, but some people just don’t deserve it.” He sweetly explained to Chrissy right after doing a shitshow about how you were a freak and she shouldn’t get close to you.

- Steve’s blood was boiling, but he choose to defend you by following the rules of your defense mechanism.

- “ Chill, she is vaccinated and free of fleas. I made sure she wouldn’t be bringing up anything contagious before bringing her in.”

You immediately followed the joke, acting out as if you were a dog angrily growling and teasing with biting if Jason would get any closer to you.

- It wasn’t your intention, but Steve couldn’t help finding your attitude a bit hot. The challenging way in which you were pulling out the joke made him think of you more as a shewolf than his dog pet. It probably had to be with the fact that he was already into you, but he definitely found it sexy despite it being intended to be funny.

- Chrissy kept chuckling and she commented to her boyfriend on how funny she found you and how surprised she was by just finding out that you were Steve's date. Jason told her that he had heard of it before, but refused to believe it.

- There was such an outrageous disgust on that dude, as if you were committing a crime against nature just by standing there next to Steve. It inspired you into bringing on the best joke of the night.

- “ It’s not a date, he is a zombie. I hexed him and now he obeys my will. “ You began to explain in a deathly serious tone to make the crazy tale even funnier. “ Some time ago Billy Hargrove attacked the group of baby freak friends my little brother is in. He wanted to beat the crap out of them, so I told myself ‘ Enough is enough, I have to protect my boys: time to get a jock babysitter’, and Steve was right there. I put a spell on him and.. problem solved!”

Seeing that Steve was comfortable with the joke, you got straight to the great finale.

“ He is my first prototype, Eddie thinks that by the time I will become a master of the magic arts I will be able to create an entire army of zombie jocks solving our every need. My plan is to give each one an unique function: Steve is the babysitter, I’m thinking I could take revenge on Hargrove by making him a trophy manwhore… What is yours good at, Chrissy? Besides basketball and ruining everyone else’s fun.”

- Before the madness could escalate, Steve made Jason follow him into getting you and Chrissy something to drink. It was an excuse to have private conversation while giving you a bit more time to interact with the person who made you feel the most comfortable there, besides from himself.

- " Seems like our dates are having fun without us." He commented to Jason with a certain amusing complicity that only reflected how happy he was for you.

There was no direct answer, only a return from the point he made before that this time felt like honest jock to jock advice.

" I don't get you. What are you doing with that freak, Harrington? Are you out of your mind?"

" More like thinking on my own for the first time in my life. " Steve frankly confessed. " I know, you look at her and all you see is a weirdo. People like you,Tommy, Carol, even Billy... You think of her as some sort of abomination and she knows it, that's why she chooses to act like that. She is giving you all what you want before you could try to get it violently, bullying her. Look at yourself, for instance: you used to ignore her, you don’t even know her name,yet since she hangs out with the nerds she has become to you the witch servant of the devil you see in Munson… You have no idea of how wrong you are. "

He could have stopped there, but he chose to trap his interlocutor into a ramble about very precise little things showing the niceness in you.

" She is top of her class in English and she wants to be a writer. She practically begged me to let her check the writing on my college applications because she wanted so badly to help me out, but i refused because she is so smart and I didn’t want to look dumb in front of her. ``was his introductory point. “ ( y/n) is a total sweetheart: she refuses to read Pet Cemetery because the thing about animal death makes her extremely sad. She thinks that someday she will be able to, but hasn't tried yet. She cries to the original Frankenstein, even more now because for some reason mad science horror reminds her of a little girl who is friends with her brother. “

He made a very brief pause before getting into his favorite topic.

“That boy is her life, she loves Dustin more than anything in the world. Whenever he has had a bad day, feels nervous or sad, she sings him. He is 13 and super ashamed of letting anyone know that he still enjoys it, but I discovered it once when I stayed with them for a sleepover just to cheer him up. It is always the same song: Stairway to Heaven. She thinks it is the most cliché thing ever because it is the most cliché Zeppelin song, but she began doing it years ago when she didn't remember by heart as many rock song lyrics as she does now. Since then, she has never been able to switch the song. She once risked trying with Don't Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult, but she felt it didn't have the same effect. She actually doesn't like her singing voice because it is not a metal voice and that is a bit of a frustration for her. It's true, hers isn't raspy or aggressive and she complains about how all she sings ends up sounding like a lullaby, but I think that's magic. That girl over there, that you see as some bitch doing business with the spawn of Satan, loves her little brother to death and sings to him like a freaking angel. "

That wasn't going to change a thing, but at least he spoke from his heart. If you would have been able to hear, you would have discovered the pure adoration he had for you being blatantly exteriorized.

" Maybe there is some truth in what she says, you could be hexed for real. Have you thought about it?" Jason concluded, a mock regarding the evident and very fast change in Steve." I would be more careful if I were you."

- It wasn’t a spell, those were his feelings talking for him. He simply couldn’t stand the way in which that guy showed to despise you. It didn’t seem fair, especially because you were having a good time right before that.

- The highest peak of awkwardness happened when Chrissy and Steve danced together for a short instant, leaving you and her dickhead boyfriend one on one wondering what the hell were you both supposed to do.

- You two couldn’t even attempt to do small talk without pissing each other off.

- " It is part of the cult initiation to develop Munson's nonsensical sense of humor? "

His comment was nonsensical, but you didn't mind answering to it.

"That was just my own version of a horror comedy routine, moron. ' Elvira, Mistress of the Dark' ... Ever heard of that character? "

Jason looked at you in the most despicable ' Are you serious?' way. It only made you want to snark back harder.

" Ríght, I forgot. It must be hard to find chances to watch tv on the ruins of an abandoned summer camp. All you must be doing is sharpening that machete waiting for the next round of dumb teen campers. "

As silly as it sounded, that still seemed to annoy him. It was most likely about being used to being the one controlling the jokes, not being laughed at.

" Do you really think you are funny just because that freak of Munson cheers for you? "

" Of fucking course, I am hilarious.” You confidently affirmed. “If you were smart, you would be preparing a Jason Vorhees costume for Halloween, but I know you aren't gonna do that. You are incapable of admitting a flaw, you can't laugh at yourself and that's where I win."

Inspired by the situation, you finished with a simple warning.

" I feel I need to let you know I am not switching masters. Perkins and Hagan lost the power over me they once had, but you are not gonna be occupying that void. Never again, I will not let anyone of your kind bring me down. "

He managed to deliver a comeback that actually surprised you, although that reaction wasn't about him.

" Harrington believes you are different, he even seems proud of you. Try to not disappoint him. "

- You didn't hesitate in asking Steve what was that about. It was how you got to find out that he tried to pitch you to Carver as a nice person.

-" I did it because he upsets me, that lame ass church boy doesn't know shit about you. " Your date justified himself. " You are the sweetest, kindest girl, you would give anyone a second chance. That's what you did for Johnnatan after that questionable photography scandal we all try to forget. Later you did it for me, giving me a fresh start after all I have done. You have given Munson the first chance that nobody gives him and I am sure that you would even give a second shot to Hargrove if he would someday ask for it. That's who you are, you have the patience and mercy of a saint. "

" Don't exaggerate, you don't have to keep praising me like that. I really don't care about your past as a bully. "

" But I do care about other bullies hurting you." He sweetly insisted. " Next year I will not be there for you at school. If Carver is taking the lead, I wish he could be a bit nicer to you. All i did was planting the seed, what he does with that is on him. "

His concern was adorable, you really loved him for trying despite of how naive that was.

" Are you trying to make me his exception?"

" Chrissy seems to like you, she was having a lot of fun with us."

" Jason Vorhees makes no exceptions. He is a zombie settled in automatic pilot to kill anything that triggers him. You can't beg for your life, you can't argue with him. All you can do is disguise yourself in his mother's sweater to distract him and pray for the best as you pick a weapon to fight back."

" What if Mama Vorhees tells him that you are a good girl?"

His occurrence was way too funny.

" Do you see yourself as Mama Vorhees in this, Steve?"

" Well, someone has to and it can't be Chrissy. That would be too weird."

- He was hugging you and you began to laugh so hard that you buried your face against his neck to hide. Ríght there, he felt he couldn't be asking for anything more.. Except, maybe, feeling you place a kiss or two since you were in the fitting position for it. That would have been heaven.

- Steve was determined to get that first kiss, his feelings were overwhelming him. As the night advanced, he kept revisiting in his mind his perfect fairytale plan to make it be the most romantic moment of your life.

- After the coronation, during a slow dance. It was the most meaningful moment to do it, showing that he really didn't care about anything you thought he did. Only then you would see that you weren't there just to be a post breakup, post popularity emotional support.

- His heart was racing at the moment of the announcement, an ironic contrast to how the old Steve would have felt. If he once thought he would have been excited about getting the spotlight through being crowned King with Nancy as his Queen, all he wanted then was getting lost in the shadows with you.

- Things took a very unexpected turn when, as Billy and his date were proclaimed elected royalty, you were the one pulling Steve closer for a kiss and you wouldn’t let him go. Your spontaneous reaction got him into the happiest shock, he would have never seen it coming.

- That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You, his so far dateless freaky friend, kissing him before he could get to kiss you? It was a ‘Carrie revealing her power’ level of surprise, but with very happy consequences.

- “ What the hell was that?” He whispered to you immediately afterwards, blissfully numbled to anything else.

“ I’m making Max proud.” Was your vague explanation, some of your usual shyness returning from the high.

“ You really transform into someone else with this look. Is it like your superhero costume? Are you the Scarlet Witch now? “

The sweet tease surprised you again.

“ Steve!” You happily exclaimed. “ Where did that come from?”

“ I’m making Dustin proud.” He confidently explained before falling a bit into dorkish territory once more. “ I heard him making jokes and just tried to copy that. I have no idea who she is besides a witch dressed in red.”

You smiled sweetly for him and that was all he cared about.

- Although you had a clear objective, it couldn’t be said that you weren't acting on your own impulses. Your main goal was to ruin Billy’s chance of bragging to Steve from the peak of Olympus, preventing him from obtaining a direct reaction when he would glance in his direction. However, a part of you did want to kiss him.

- What was the point of not doing so? You didn’t have a boyfriend. Your friend/crush was into someone else and that girl was so wonderful that just in one interaction she made you wish you could befriend her.

- Strictly speaking, you were applying the very same concept Eddie taught you when he offered himself as guide and test subject of your first making out experiment. Steve needed a distraction so when Billy would search for his reaction from his spot on the stage, he wouldn’t get it and wouldn’t taste the triumph. That’s what friends are for, it would be rude not to do so.

- After a while to cool things down, Steve made you follow him into the very first real slow dance of your life. “ I Want To Know What Love Is” by Foreigner was the sounding background of your clumsy attempt in replacing Nancy at the peak romantical moment of the night. That was the time in which you were expected to pretend to be the princess, but even a thirteen years old girl raised in a lab once showed to be more ready than you for that.

- “ I wasn’t made for this.” You mockfully excused yourself to Steve in a shy whisper that sounded like a true call for help.

“ You aren’t self bullying out of this one, darling.” He cutted you off.” Not with me, I know your game and I have seen enough of it.”

He stared intensely into your eyes, absolutely serious in what he was about to say.

“ You deserve lovely things happening to you because you are lovely. There is no one else I would want to be dancing with here and now.”

- Changes in the original idea aside, his plan was still accomplished and it was the most romantic thing that ever happened to you, at least in a traditional sense of romance.

- You arrived back home late and your excitement was such that you were sure you wouldn’t be able to sleep. Dustin fell asleep waiting for you, he passed out on the couch and you chose not to wake him up. There would be plenty of time in the morning to talk about everything.

- All you wanted was to lock in your room to collapse in your mattress and think, process all the stuff that happened before you could get to focus on understanding it. Once you got there, switching lights on and sitting in your bed for an instant, you thought on what to do next.

- First, you needed to remove your make up and get in comfy clothes. Get rid of your alter ego, back into your usual approach. After a good while passing by the bathroom to collect some of the stuff you needed, like a remover lotion that was in a shared little cabinet for makeup, you returned to your bedroom and into a shocking discovery.

- “ Hi, sweetheart! You should really check that backdoor. Does your brother sneak out a lot or are you the naughty one?.” Eddie received you, standing in front of you and inside your bedroom with the sweetest, most innocent smile.

There was no immediate reply, you were confused and speechless.

“ … Look at you, honoring us all while looking so damn gorgeous. “ He continued and you couldn’t help feeling weak, even if you weren’t sure of how to process his presence. “ You are a hot babe.. You know that? It’s like if you were born for that look, too metal for jock hell. I bet you terrorized a lot of populars.”

Your brain was begging you for self control, yet you giggled like an idiot.

“ Are you up for an after-after- party? Just you and me, of course.”

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