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aurumbelis · 2 years

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𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader x Nancy Wheeler

Word count: 862

Warnings: smut, smut, smut (minors DNI). Afab! Reader, threesome (mentions of Nancy being dom and Steve being a soft dom, whilst reader is sub even if dynamics are mentioned to change), masturbation and oral (fem receiving), edging, dacryphilia.

Frilly pink covers were thrown to the ground in order not to stain them. Instead, a towel sat under your naked figure whilst you were open legged for both of their pleasure. Head on the pillow next to Steve’s. In the meantime Nancy was laying down, head in between your legs but not diving down on them. Pressing small, calculated kisses to one of your thighs, while her fingernails traced the inside of the other one, approaching your sensitive pussy, because God, they had been playing with you for hours (or at least it felt like hours), and they hadn’t let you orgasm not once. Even if you cried, and you did, whilst looking at Nancy, who showed no mercy, and then to Steve slightly making the pout on your lips more prominent, tears staining your cheeks and all that you got is “you know today I’m only following orders princess”.

You loved and hated them right at this moment, Steve’s head dipping down to you as he starts peppering wet and slow kisses to your cheek, your chin, your jaw, back up… He never failed to relax you with his kisses, he always did it when Nancy was being particularly hard on you because he knew how frustrated you could get, that’s why his lips seemed to only want your skin.

Like a silver lining of hope, Nancy’s finger pads traced your inner labia, with a touch so feather like it made you ache even more. She made a little more pressure, up and down and did she have the ability to avoid your clit when she wanted to, and it was pure torture how she spread your arousal all over you, getting her fingers soaked and with those “Steve”, his head lifted from your collarbone up to look at Nance, who held up her drenched ring and middle fingers up to him. He did not hesitate in separating from you to indulge in the sweetness that were your juices, because you tasted like heaven to him and with Nance not letting him fully taste you, he took all the opportunities that he could take sucking her fingers clean of you as he let out a loud groan “So fucking sweet, and all for us”. With fingers wet from his saliva, she inserted one carefully inside of you and clearly one was not enough nor for you or for her, so another one followed both of her delicate fingers knuckle deep in you, making that adored motion hitting that spot so perfectly every damn time.

Your breath already worked up from mere seconds of action, Steve’s lips and tongue now working over your chest. “Steve, make it hurt a little, won’t you?” her words were said with such a gooey tone even if they just indicated more punishing for you. Steve followed her instructions, your nipple was on his mouth, and he took the chance to bite it, not hard, it was a nice and pleasurable bite as his bites always were, playful and pleasing. He made your breath hitch and a big grin played on Nancy’s lips as she looked at how your chest rose and stayed there for some seconds. Her fingers did not stop in their work, and she finally put her mouth to accompany them in their task. A small kitten lick to your clit was enough to dampen the towel a bit more. The sounds coming out of you were again less timid, as her tongue started to lightly go up and down, her lips so close to you now. And they closed on your clit, capturing it with a light and soft force, making you almost scream the profanities that were coming out of your mouth.

“You’re the most beautiful when you scream for us, princess” Steve muttered against your skin, sometimes just things that were generic for him, and other times he just “so angelic looking”, “sound and taste like heaven”. Nancy hummed at Steve’s words as to say, “what he said and much more”. It was unbearable because you were so close to the point of no return, but you had already been there four times in the past two hours, and you had to return to being denied and frustrated. So you made a big effort to open your eyes for just the smallest moment to look at Nancy. “Nance, please. I’ve been good” she chuckled at your words, her fingers still working as she separated herself from your clit “I know you have been good princess, so good for us” she then looked to your left, to a very hard and hot Steve “You think I should let her Steve?” he smiled at her, a little surprised at her question “I’ve been trying to convince you since the second edge Nance, you didn’t budge” he shrugged his shoulders and he continued now pressing his lips against your cheeks.

“I’ll be good to you, but just because you’ve been such a patient princess” She dived back down onto your legs, and before resuming the sucking on your clit she said, “you can let go princess, loud and beautifully like only you know”.

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alwaysteveswife · 1 year

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I don't know about you, but I honestly never liked the pairing of Nancy and Steve. In this fourth season I was really offended to see how they made the two of them have "chemistry" after everything that happened in the past, and it made me wonder what they will do with Steve's love life. I mean, I know many prefer him to stay alone (right now all I want is for them not to kill him off for season 5 lol), but I would like them to use the last episode to give him a love future.

Let me explain: Steve has shown that he is capable of loving unconditionally, he had an incredible breakthrough as a character and, honestly, I think he deserves someone to give him back all that love that was never returned until he had Robin and Dustin (with whom he is closer). I don't even think they should go too deep into this, because obviously there are more important things, but I would like to see a little scene in the series finale where he meets someone, especially if it was a girl who had that same attitude he had in the first season, and that, Steve having gone through that situation, understands why she does those things and wants to help her from his heart. I feel it would be an excellent way to give him another chance in love without taking away from the development of the series.

Also, I feel like it would be amazing to see Steve help someone out of that hole he was in, because it wouldn't be a fake "I know how you feel" but an honest hug or even sitting next to her to listen to whatever she has to say.

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emsgoodthinkin · 6 months

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smut-fluff-angst (includes other ST characters) [MDNI]

As long as I’m with you- Steve wakes up to another bad night you’ve had (tw)

King Steve doesn’t exist- (Steddie) ft. Billy Hargrove

Steve Harringtons deepest secret gets revealed, but will the freak accept him? Will he runaway from him like everyone else? Does size really matter?

Shy my ass - (short) Steve Harrington x you - you’ve always imagined riding your boyfriends big nose

Bio- (short) Steve Harrington x you - Steve watching you fuck your self on his c*ck

The band-aid to my wounds- Older Eddie fic (ft. Steve x kurt kunkle x reader)

After stumbling into an old barn after being stranded by your freshly new ex boyfriend, you wake up strangely in a room..that isn't yours..

Headcanons / blurbs / imagines

Trans Steve getting his groove back

Convincing Steve to take your v-card

Hot and bothered by their black gf (steddie)

Grinding yourself innocent perv self on Steve’s hand

Struggling to get wet (steddie)

Soft Stevie

Perv cyclist Steve

Steve’s nickname 4 u

Older Steve loves a bush

Fucking Steve while thinking about Eddie

Dilf Steve discovers new kinks

(Steddie) helping chronically ill reader feel better

Sugar daddy Steve moodboard

Sweater weather moodboard, strangers to lovers

Dancing with R&B Steve

Angelic Stancy

Beefy Steve

Hunt me down

Bi Steve

Businessman or dancer Steve imagine

Smash? Smash.

———— extras

Billy Hargrove loves plus size women

Dom Nancy / fruity four headcanons

Robins an angel

Argyles favorite positions

⤬ reblogs, comments & likes are appreciated ⤬

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lovebugism · 1 year

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for the blurb sleepover thing, i am asking for a crumb of stancy x reader smut 🥺

✶ ┄ LAY ALL YOUR LOVE ON ME !

summary: your lives weren't supposed to turn out like this. but you're so very glad that they did. pairing: steve harrington / f!reader / nancy wheeler word count: 3.2k warnings: threesome, ffm, oral (f!receiving) smut 18+ mdni a/n: you asked for a crumb and in return a bring you a little over three thousand words and some of my favorite smut i've ever written <3 thanks for request anon!

( BLURB SLEEPOVER ) | ( MASTERLIST )

Nancy thought her entire life had been planned out before she was ever born. That her fate was doomed from the beginning and she was destined to end up like her mother — her mother’s mother, her mother’s mother’s mother.

It was too easy to picture a life with white picket fences and too big houses and ten-carat diamonds that didn’t mean shit.

It’s all just a shit show of wealth. None of it’s love. None of it’s real.

And even though she can see it all right in front of her, so tangible she can almost touch it, it doesn’t mean she wants to. Or that she’s ever wanted to. And rather than stare at herself in the mirror and see a life she’s been cursed with, she stares directly at the sun and decides to date the weirdo of Hawkins when she turns sixteen.

Jonathan Byers was rugged and strange and not all there sometimes, but he was kind. And he loved her. More than anything, though, he was a distraction from the plain vanilla lifestyle of the cul de sac. He showed her that there was more to life than pearls and pretty dresses and country-club-coded boyfriends.

For the first time, she saw herself as someone else. Not the goody-two-shoes, straight-A student from the wealthy part of town, but a person who could be so much more than all that. And, for a long time, she thought her happiest moments were spent with the freak from the wrong side of the tracks. They were. Until they… weren’t.

Nancy turns twenty and something shifts. She comes to the sudden realization that she was only happy because she felt like she was rebelling against some great, big, imaginary thing and it pummels her in the face with a closed fist.

She thought they loved each other in spite of how different they were, but the entire time it was because of how different they were. It was something short of a fetish, an acute fascination in each other, because both of them understood that they weren’t supposed to be dating a person on the farthest side of the social spectrum.

Jonathan was never supposed to end up with a pretty girl who grew up in a pretty house with prettier money. Nancy wasn’t meant to settle down with a guy from the bad part of town who worked two jobs to stay afloat and had no real aspirations in life because he was never really able to do anything in the first place.

But he did. She did. And it worked.

Then the dust settled and the fog cleared, and she realized none of that was real either.

Feelings were misplaced. Obsession ebbed to neutrality. Dumb teenagers grew up.

It all faded until the only thing left was a couple of kids who spent so much of their life running in the opposite direction because it felt good to rebel. When there was no authority to raise their middle finger to, there was no love left to give. There was no love at all. A mutual adoration for one another wasn’t enough to keep each other afloat.

And rather than drown in spite of it all, they swim even though it hurts.

Jonathan ends up on the opposite side of the country, still awkward and trying to take shape on the west coast. He keeps reveling in his boyhood with weed and arcades and pretty girls. Nancy stays close to home and tries like hell to grow up. She goes to college and moves out of the suburbs to a string of half-rundown apartments on the far side of town.

Not because it felt good to do the opposite of what her mom had done.

Not because there were a couple of odds she felt the need to defy.

But because it was what she wanted to do.

For the first time in her life, she wasn’t doing something for someone else, and she started to slowly blossom, like a wilting plant that just needed a little extra love.

She gets a lot of that these days, more love than she thought she could ever be deserving of. Because now she has Steve. She has you. And if he’s the rippling waves in the tides of her heart, you’re the moon that guides them.

You keep her steady when shit gets rocky, when she starts to get scared that she’s falling back into old ways. When she’s scared of how much she loves Steve because he’s the carbon copy of the man everyone’s expected her to love and when she’s feeling bad for what she did to Jonathan and it’s got her all scared of herself.

She’s got you to keep her anchored. You tell her that she’s not her past. That she’s still growing all the time and that she’s blossomed into something so beautiful that you’re grateful you get to see it firsthand. “You’re your own person, Nance,” you remind her. “You love us. We love you. So… Fuck everything else.”

Nancy trusts you and she's not exactly sure if she’s ever trusted anyone before. She’s only ever given pieces of herself away before now, but it’s different with you. You look at her in a way that makes her feel naked, like you can see all of her without really trying, and it feels good to have someone who knows her without her having to say very much.

You sit cross-legged on her bed, absentmindedly nodding your head to the music playing from her small television across the room — a static, technicolored picture that croons “hot dog, jumping frog, Albuquerque.”

She smiles at you from across the checkerboard that sits between you. You’re so cute, she doesn’t even care that you’ve taken two of her red pieces in one go.

She lets you talk about everything you’ve got on your chest and right now, it’s Eddie Munson — an ex of your’s you saw on a coffee run earlier that morning. You tell her how much you’d loved him when you were a teenager, how you wanted to get married and follow him across the world when he made it big with his band.

But he hasn’t yet made it out of Indiana and you’ve settled down with somebody else. Somebodies.

“I remember him,” Nancy lilts with a soft smile, ocean blue eyes concentrated on the board as she calculates her next move. “He was… interesting.”

“He was a total freak, but he was the nicest guy I’d ever met. He was, like, super into rock music and the color black and creepy shit — everything super metal, you know? But he was also really sweet… Like sunshine, kinda. Like Steve,” you reminisce distantly.

“Of course, we picked the nicest one, huh?” she teases you, herself. “Steve is like… good.”

“Like prom king wrapped up in sunshine,” you nod.

“Great bod, too.”

“And stupid handsome… Stamina like a super soldier or somethin’.”

Nancy breathes out a laugh, a sad scoff.

Steve’s been busy with work these days. Trying to make it big at his mom’s real estate firm has been taking up most of his time. She’s glad she’s got you to keep her company, to hold her and to hold you when the days are cold and the nights are colder. But she’s noticed the lack of his presence, both of you have.

He left and pieces of the two of you went with him.

“I miss him,” she admits softly.

“Me too…”

She bites the inside of her cheek when a smile threatens to tug at her mouth. Her lashes touch the bottoms of her bushy brows as her eyes flit to yours, scrunching her nose as she jokes: “We probably shouldn’t tell him, though.”

“Of course not,” you scoff playfully. “Don’t want him to get too cocky.”

As much shit as you both of you like to talk about Steve, behind his back and to his face, all in the name of good fun — you love when he’s cocky. When he’s inside you, fucking up into you with all the strength of a madman, he’s King Steve all over again. Because he’s got something to prove.

With his cock nestled deep inside of Nancy and his tongue shoved inside of you, the only thing he wants to do is make the two of you feel good. And he does. Catastrophically so. When he’s brought both of you to mind-numbing climaxes full of wild moans and shaking limbs, you feel him smirk against your skin while he presses wet kisses to your trembling thighs.

It makes him proud of himself, all smug and boastful. And you and Nancy let him have his fun. You figure that he deserves it after making you feel such an unearthly sort of pleasure.

Out of the two of you, Nancy’s orgasms are most violent. They always have been to a certain extent, but more so with you and Steve. It starts as a low ripple in her lower belly that pops into a full boil. Her muscle tense something fierce, she twists herself into knots and rides her pleasure like a bucking bull on Steve’s cock or your face.

They feel a bit like riptides. They pull her under and drown her, force her to ride each rough wave through rough wave. She digs her manicured nails into Steve’s freckled back or your sweat-slicked shoulders or her own pale thighs while the both of you dismantle her piece by little piece.

You’re more like the wings of a butterfly. Built from the same cloth as her, you still have a simmering anxiety beneath your skin, scared of ever enjoying a good thing, lest it gets ripped away. Rather than fight it like Nancy, you embrace it head on. You let it run over you like hot water, revel in the way it prickles your skin, and then thank them for making you feel so good.

You never had to, though. Thank them. They made you feel good because they liked it just as much as you did, but you felt the need to express your gratitude for it anyway. Just grateful for them and the moment and all the ways you get to share yourself with them.

Steve makes Nancy come with his tongue nestled inside her pulsating cunt and giant hands palming her ass. You kneel just beside him, pressing kisses to the outsides of her thigh, as you pull the hood of her clit taut with your free hand for him. The boy suckles at her swollen button and she cries through it all, hips bucking like she’s trying to run away from how good it feels.

You stay soft; kiss up her thigh and her belly, her tits and neck and jaw. Too innocent for all the filth around you.

She makes you feel good next, even though her legs still feel a bit like jelly. The two of you lie on your sides on the pillows, facing one another, kissing each other breathless. You’ve got one hand beneath Nancy’s head and the other folded behind you, entwined in the strands of Steve’s wild hair. He lays behind you, slicked body pressed intently against your own, while he sprinkles wet kisses to every part of you he can reach.

Nancy touches your pussy with methodical grazes. She runs her pointer finger through the hot slick gathering between your lips and Steve holds you open for her as she dips a finger into the fluttering hole of your opening, adding another right along with it.

“Nance,” you moan sweetly, light as air. Your hips rock slowly against her hand, not nearly as rough as her’s had against Steve’s face. You’re much softer than her. More patient. Your clit presses against her smooth palm and you shiver between the two of them “Shit. Right there.”

The girl revels in your sweet pleas and how your warm walls pulsate around her fingers — the wings of a butterfly indeed. You change color in front of her, from a blotchy red thing to a bright burst of rainbows. You let Steve hold you when you come, let him pet you while the aftershocks of your orgasm make you shake.

Nancy brings her come-soaked fingers to her mouth and admires the taste of you and the way you look pressed against him. You, made of vivid and sparkling colors, and Steve, made of gold and velvet and expensive silk.

Truth be told, she likes to watch the two of you fuck the most.

There’s something about seeing Steve on top of you — tanned skinned and fuzzy chest and tremendous strength. His broad shoulders and slick back tense and ripple while he fucks you in brutal, powerful, diligent strokes.

You’re far more delicate in comparison.

Your moans are light, touches lighter, as you let him fuck you so ruthlessly. Even spread open like this, wet pussy on display for the both of them, you still manage to look so sweet, so innocent.

“Can you lift your hips for me, sweetheart?” he coos, your thigh gripped in one hand while he puts a pillow beneath you with the other. And you, obedient you, abide him. He slips the cushion under you and hits new depths within your fluttering pussy. “Aw, fuck yeah, baby— that’s my girl.”

Nancy’s lying right next to you, on her back, with her fingertips swirling around her clit. Her heavy, glazed-over eyes flit between your fucked out face, Steve’s scrunched features, and where his glistening cock pierces you over and over and over again.

“Grab the headboard, baby,” he tells you, not the most wholehearted of his otherwise glaring demands, but more so advice — the number of times he’s driven his hips too hard against you and all but smacked you into the headboard is uncountable at this point. He punctuates his order with the hearty smack of your ass. The palm of his hand collides with your rounded, slick skin and you keen.

You heed his advice as he hooks your knee up and around his waist. He bends over you to sink his tongue into your obedient mouth. Nancy does the same with her fingers, pushing her fingers inside of her gaping cunt, curling them within her like she imagines Steve’s doing inside your mouth just now.

He eases his cock out of you — inch by thick, soaking wet inc — before plunging right back into you. His hips clap against your own and you squeal inside his mouth, grasping the wooden headboard with enough force to crack the damn thing.

Nancy’s bedsprings creak with every one of his barbaric thrusts. It’s almost as pornographic as the wet sounds between your legs, the wet clicks of his cock pounding so aggressively into you.

Each snap of his hips drives you further and further up the bed and you try to match them, hips bucking against his own in attempts to bring him further into you, to swallow every inch of him.

Nancy does the same with her fingers, imagining it’s your hand or Steve’s cock, as she fucks herself with her eyes locked on where his dick disappears inside of you.

C’mon, Steve, fuck all the way into her, she scolds him silently. Hit the furthest part of her. Make her fucking scream—

“C’mon, Nance,” Steve mutters suddenly, gaze heavy and full of fire when he looks over at her. He plants his knees and picks up the pace, fucking you like a fucking maniac. “Make her come.”

He might as well be superman the way he pistons in and out of you, with both speed and diligence that manages not to feel too fast or too mindless. Sometimes you think he is — superman. It feels like he is sometimes. Whether he’s fucking you within an inch of your life or saving you from a spider in the bathroom.

Nancy smiles lazily over at him, happily removing her soaked fingers from her pussy and putting them on yours.

“Yes, sir,” she answers playfully, having no idea what it does to him. Or maybe she does. Maybe that’s exactly why she said it, to laugh softly to herself when it makes his hips stutter.

The girl slithers closer to you, pressing her naked body flush against the side of yours. She kisses the sweat off of your jaw while her fingers settle beside the place where Steve drills into you. He punches into your pussy again and again and again and she circles your clit with the pads of her fingers with a similar mercilessness.

“Feels good, huh?” she asks you, lips like silk against your cheek.

“Yes,” you answer in a moan before a whine climbs through your tightening through. “’S so good, Nance. So fucking good.”

Steve tosses his head back when his own moans escape the depths of his chest. “Fuck,” he drawls, revealing the chiseled columns of his neck and the sweat dripping down his hairy chest. “You’re so perfect, baby. Both of you. So fucking good for me.”

Nancy smiles to herself, spreading her middle and pointer finger around the puffy lips of your cunt and Steve’s cock, before bringing them up again to pinch your sensitive clit.

You cry. You arch. You writhe.

“Fuck,” you sob, one hand clutching Nancy’s wrist and the other gripping Steve’s tensed bicep as you come something fierce.

Nancy can only imagine the way you convulse around him, choke the absolute shit out of his cock with your tightening walls, because Steve’s done for after that. His rhythm stutters all at once and he whines a low and pathetic whine, going rigid as he presses his hips against yours.

He spills all of himself into your pulsating cunt with a drawled out and nearly feral grunt.

He collapses into your arms and you accept him wholeheartedly, letting him hold you as your hands wrap around his sweat-slicked back. Nancy shows no such patience as she pokes him in the ribs to urge him off of you.

“Move,” she orders suddenly. “Move—”

“Alright,” Steve chuckles at her urgency. He’s not too happy to leave the warmth of you, but he’s in no place to deny Nancy. His hand skates down his torso to cup his softening dick when he pulls out of you, falling onto his side next to you. “Jeez.”

Nancy slithers between your legs. She cups her slender fingers just under your thighs and forces your knees back, spreading you and putting you on display all over again. Your cunt is still gaping from Steve’s cock, still sensitive, still hungry.

You’re far too exhausted to say anything. You just flash her a curious look with pinched brows as you stare down at her through a heaving chest. But Steve gets the hint without a word. He holds his weight on his forearm and uses his free hand to help Nancy, pulling one leg up to spread you further for her, for him.

“Just wanna taste you,” she lilts with a too innocent smile, using one hand to reach between your legs and gathering the honey that drips from your opening — a glistening mixture of your and Steve’s climax. “Wanna taste both of you.”

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Love You Through It (Dad!Eddie x Mom Reader)

Summary: When you're struggling with postpartum depression, Eddie brings in some help. Just a little blurb.

Warnings: depression, anxiety, mention of pregnancy, Stancy is canon

WC: 915

A/N: I've struggled with depression, but not PPD. I tried to draw on my own experiences and what I've heard from others, and I hope I did this request justice.

On a Sunday morning, you wake up to the sound of Eddie's voice crackling through the baby monitor.

"Good morning, Melly Bean! Today's gonna be a beautiful day," he coos. You want to smile, soak in the way your husband dotes on your two-month-old daughter, but you just can't. It feels like there's something blocking you from feeling happy.

You roll over in bed, pulling the covers up to your chin. Eddie's baby talk fades from the monitor but gets closer to your bedroom door.

"You wanna go see Mommy? Show her how much you love her?" he asks, even pausing as if Melody can give an answer.

"Hi Mama Munson," Eddie calls to you from the doorway. "Someone wants to say 'good morning.'" His sweet smile morphs into a frown when he sees you burrowed into the blankets. "Sweetheart? What's going on?"

"Nothing," you insist, voice muffled by the layers covering you. "Just wanna sleep."

Eddie looks at you, concern evident all over his face. "Okay, love," he says finally, "we'll be in the living room if you need us."

You wait until after he closes the door to sob into your pillow.

"Hello?" Steve answers the phone groggily, glancing at the time. Only 7:30 AM; who could be calling at this hour?

"Harrington," Eddie''s visibly relieved by the sound of his friend's voice. "There's something wrong with Y/N."

Steve sits up immediately at this news. "What do you mean?" he asks, panicked. "Does she need to go to the hospital?" Eddie hears Nancy's quiet voice, and Steve repeats what Eddie just told him.

"I don't--I don't know if you go to the hospital for this," Eddie tells him. "She stays in bed all the time, she doesn't want to be with the baby, she barely eats..."

Nancy takes the receiver from her husband. "Eddie?" she says. "Hon, that sounds like postpartum depression."

Eddie's eyes widen. "What do I do? I've been trying to handle everything but I'm just so...tired," he admits. "It's a lot, but I don't want to make her feel worse."

"I'm coming over," Nancy says, throwing off her covers. "Give me half an hour, okay?"

Eddie nods before realizing she can't see him. "Thanks, Nance," he whispers.

Your bedroom door is nudged open, but instead of Eddie, Nancy's standing there.

"Can I come in?" she asks, and you nod slowly. It seems like everything is happening in slow motion these days.

She takes a seat next to you on the edge of the bed. "Eddie called us," she explains softly, rubbing your back. "He's worried about you, babe. We all are."

"'M fine," you lie, but it's no use trying to pull one over on Nancy.

"No," she shakes her head, "you're not. You should talk to your doctor, but I think you have postpartum depression."

"But how?" you cry out, voice catching in your throat. "I'd get it if I was alone, or there was something wrong with Melody, or the delivery..." You start to cry again, and you're genuinely shocked that you haven't dehydrated from all the tears you've shed. "But Eddie has been amazing, and the baby is happy and healthy, and my delivery was fine."

Nancy offers a small smile. "Unfortunately, it doesn't always work like that," she says. "It can happen to any new mommy, regardless of the circumstances."

"Nance, I feel so guilty all the time," you confide in a hushed whisper. "I want to do more, but it's like my brain and my body won't cooperate. And then it all falls on Eddie, which makes me feel even worse. Like..." you pause before allowing the truth to spill out, "like I'm failing at being a mom."

Your friend squeezes your arm gently. "You are not a failure," she reassures you. "We're gonna help you get through this, okay? This isn't your fault. If anything, it's Eddie's fault for getting you pregnant in the first place." she says with a giggle.

"I heard that!" Eddie calls out, peeking his head into the doorway. Nancy stands up when he comes in.

"You two get some rest, and I'll make some breakfast." She scoops up the baby monitor on her way out. "Don't worry about Melody; I'll take care of her if she needs me."

Eddie snuggles into bed behind to you and presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck. "You know I adore you, right?"

"Of course," you reply. "I'm sorry I haven't been showing you how much I adore you, Eds."

"My love, you carried our perfect daughter for nine months. What else can I ask for?"

"I don't know," you reply tersely, "maybe a wife who can take care of her baby, who can take care of herself?"

"And you will," he tells you, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you impossibly close. "But right now, we're gonna sleep. And when we wake up, Nancy is gonna help us find someone you can talk to. Like a therapist or something," he clarifies.

You take his hand and kiss it. "Do you think Melody hates me?" you whisper.

"Hates you? Oh, baby, absolutely not," Eddie gives a little laugh. "She loves her mommy. And she knows how much I love you, too."

"And how much is that?" you tease, snuggling into him.

Eddie's peppering kisses all over your face, his curly hair and hint of stubble tickling your cheeks.

"Does that answer your question?"

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writers-hes · 1 year

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“get out.” - s. harrington x reader (OLD VERSION)

Steve tells you to get out of the car because of a disagreement. (asshole!steve, best friend!eddie, a bit of stancy) —just a blurb blurb

NEW VERSION NOW POSTED!

“It’s the same fucking thing all the time with you,” you complained.

You didn’t know how you landed yourself in this again. When you agreed to date Steve for the first

time many months ago, he promised that you had nothing to worry about; that he was loyal to you and that you will both work on communication.

“And it’s the same shit with you. You’re always fucking—complaining about things that I can’t control,” he replied, swerving away from the trashbin that he almost hit. “Fuck!”

It was just some party, some stupid party that you both agreed to go to. Well, Steve wanted to go because his friends will be there. Robin, Eddie, and Nancy. The thing was, Nancy didn’t do anything. She just needed a friend because Jonathan had been dodgy and Steve was there. In fact, you love Nancy but Steve and her together in the bedroom of Phil Newton’s house? Not so much.

The worst part is, Steve had no plans to tell you. It wasn’t until you asked Robin where your boyfriend was that she answered, “I’m not supposed to tell you this so, please don’t tell Steve. He’s in Phil’s bedroom with Nancy.”

God, it filled you with dread. Worst case scenario—Nancy and Steve were fucking after professing that they still have feelings for each other. But still, Steve promised. Right? So, you went upstairs and knocked on the door multiple times. Steve opened it with guilt written all over his face. Guilt dissolves into annoyance and you braced yourself.

“What,” he asked, his face tight. He was annoyed with Robin, really. She was the only one who knew where he was. He needed to comfort Nancy because Jonathan isn’t coming back to Hawkins for the break. You were taken aback by his snarky attitude.

“I, is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Do you need anything?”

“Can we go home?” you asked. You hated tonight. You didn’t want to come here and Eddie left you for Nancy as soon as she areived with Robin. You were left to drink some lukewarm punch by the sofa. You saw Eddie but he was too busy dealing and you didn’t want to be a bother.

“Sure. Here are the keys. Go start the car and I’ll be down in ten minutes,” he replied, giving you the key before closing the door again.

You stood there, dumbfounded before stomping your way to his car. You would’ve left but you didn’t know where you were. Phil lived in the outskirts of Hawkins and Steve was supposed to be your ride. You slammed the door of Steve’s BMW when Eddie

“I can hear you stomping from the pool,” Eddie teased, leaning on the passenger window. “What’s wrong?”

“Steve is wrong,” you frowned. “He dragged me all the way here and ditched me as soon as he found Nancy. They’re upstairs,”

“Damn,” Eddie replied. Even he couldn’t provide comforting words. “Well, you’re with me. Super cool, super nice me,”

“Didn’t you sell me double the price when we first met?” you asked. True but it was an old gag that you shared with him. “I still haven’t received my rebates,”

“I give you enough free stuff, sweets. I should be the one getting rebates. I’m thinking of milkshakes,” he said, eyes widening. “I could just taste it! Oh, chocolate milkshake and because you’re so nice, burgers. I’ll pick you up tomorrow,”

“Eddie! I didn’t agree—“

“Yeah, yeah but you owe me.” he replied. “Also, did you know? I went to Lover's Lake the other day, right? Guess who I saw fucking in the woods. That

cheerleader with blonde hair and that kid from English? The one that reads loudly to himself,”

“No way,”

“Yes, way. I saw them! With my own eyes!” he exclaimed, making you chuckle loudly. Steve was frowning from behind Eddie. You looked so miserable when you talked to him earlier and now that you’re with Eddie you’re fucking laughing? Steve watched your smile fade away as he neared, his frown deepening. Eddie looked back, and whistled. “Hey, Steve,”

“Munson,” Steve replied. “Girlfriend and I are leaving,”

“Oh,” Eddie replied, nodding. He looks at you and mouths “scary”, making you laugh and Eddie leaves, jogging back to the pool for business.

That was how you found yourself in this situation, eyes and knees away from Steve, watching the dark trees blur at the speed of his car.

“Can’t control? I told you that your relationship with Nancy is bothering me and I find you alone in a room together?” you asked.

“It’s not like I can just say ‘Sorry, Nance. My girlfriend is so jealous of you, she doesn’t want us spending time together. Or should I?” Steve asked, venom dripping in his voice. “It’s the same shit with you and Eddie,”

“No, it isn’t. Eddie and I are friends. You weren’t there when everyone knows you were with Nancy in Phil’s fucking bedroom. Everyone except for me!” you replied, your voice raising in volume. “Same fucking shit, Steve. Same shit and I’m so tired of fighting.”

“You shouldn’t have come to the party, then,” he mutters and you pause, counting to ten to calm yourself down.

“It was you who wanted me there, remember? I didn’t want to attend that party but you dragged me. You ditched me the moment Nancy arrived. Do you remember? I don’t…I’m nit even sure if I want to be in the same soace with you right now.” you heaved, tears springing up your eyes. Steve could only hear how you didn’t want to be with him. Slowing down some street, you looked at him in confusion. You just really wanted to go home.

“Get the fuck out,” he mutters, looking at anywhere but you.

“Wh-what?”

“Get the fuck out,” he repeated. “You don’t want to be with me right? So get out.”

You stilled, looking at your surroundings. There was nothing but harrowing trees and a lone light. You nodded, rushing out of the door and watching as Steve sped away from you. When he was far enough, you let your shoulders deflate and sobbed. Where did it all go wrong? Steve was never like this with anyone. Why did he…dislike you so much? You walked back to the party, trying to remember the way.

It was so dark and Steve knew how much you hated walking in it. You didn’t know where you were and Steve knew how much you hated being lost. There were no sounds but the creek and the hooting of the owls and Steve knew how much you hated the silence.

Wrapping your arms to protect you from the darkness and the silence, you walked. You were rushing back because you didn’t know where you were and you were scared; so fucking scared of the night. You’ve been walking for how many minutes now and you could’ve called but there were no payphones anywhere. It was just the occasional street lamp and nothing else. Would you even risk hitching a ride if a car passes by?

“Fuck!” you cried, sobbing uncontrollably when your arm hung itself on some stray wire by the abandoned bus stop. The sting rips through your whole body, limping until the trees looked somewhat familiar.

Soon, you followed the loud bass of the speakers. Kids your age spilled out of the house and you followed from where they came from. The party. You were back from where you started. You shuddered, hoping to God that Eddie was there. Or maybe Robin. Fuck, Nancy, if she was the last resort. You just really wanted to go home.

It was Robin and Eddie who found you by the door. Apparently, there was some chick by the pool who was crying to herself. Descriptions matched what you wore that night and how you looked; there was no other choice than to rush to you. Sure enough, when they ran to the pool, you were there siyting by the edge. Black tears ran down your face, a scowl settled on your lips as you shielded yourself away from the world. Robin noticed the red on your arm, rushing towards your hunched figure.

Eddie was hot on her tails, hiding you under his arms to quiet you down. They led you to Eddie’s van without any words; what should be explained anyway? Isn’t it enough? Your friends looked at each other while your body shook with sadness and frustration.

“S-sorry,” you managed, and you felt Eddie’s grim on your shoulder tighten.

“It’s okay,” Robin replied, opening the door for you. You curled into her when they were settled, Eddie starting his van to drive you back home.

“What happened?” Robin asked. Eddie’s eyes snapped towards you and she was about to say sorry when you replied.

“Steve told me to get out of his car in the middle of nowhere and left me,” you managed between sobs. Their hearts broke. You looked so small and forlorn; so defeated and empty. “I just wanted to go home. I don’t even want to anymore because he might be there.”

“It’s okay. We can go back to the trailer. You can share the bed with Robin and I’ll sleep on the couch.” Eddie assured before driving the trailer park with a crying girl on the passenger seat.

#get out!steve #old version #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst

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Masterlist of liked fics.

Part 2

Stranger things:

Eddie Munson x reader

Eddies fingers- Blurb, smut, oral fixation, Eddies fingers.

Aftercare for subby!reader - blurb, aftercare, softdom!eddie, fluff.

Trying to please Eddie - Smut, Inexperienced!reader, Oral, slight praise.

Good little girl - Smut, Softdom!Eddie, Sub!reader, Praise, Oral.

Eddie x Innocent!reader blurb - mild smut, thigh-riding.

stuffed animals - Blurb, Fluff, Eddie x reader who sleeps with stuffed animal.

Casual dominance - Casual dominance with Eddie, fluffy and caring.

Eddie comforting you - Listing, Hurt/comfort.

Eddie’s got you. - Hurt/comfort, blurb, sad!reader.

Bimbo!reader - Hurt/comfort, blurb. Stubborn!reader, Fuffy and caring.

You are such a good girl - Smut, praise.

you like my hands, yeah? - drabble, Bratty!sub!Reader, (soft)Dom!Eddie. praise.

Breeding - Blurb, Dom!Eddie, Sub!Reader, Praise.

Subspace - Drabble, Sub!Reader, Dom!Eddie, Praise.

fucked out - Blurb, subspace, Needy!reader, Softdom!Eddie, Aftercare, praise.

Everything will be alright - anxious!reader, overwhelming, Hurt/comfort.

Lullabies - Anxious!reader, anxiety attack, fluff, hurt/comfort.

Your biggest fan - Anxious!reader, public speaking, overthinking, Soft!Eddie.

“Does he not get tired of you?” - Hurt/comfort, insecure!reader, Soft!Eddie.

Overwhelmed - Smut, hyper sensitive!reader, oral, thigh-riding.

Eddie calming anxious!reader down - blurb, Anxious!reader, hurt/comfort.

Smutty blurb - Master!Eddie, sub!reader, slight degradation.

Lecture - slight smut, Wayne walks in, slight angst.

trust issues - Anxious!reader, hurt/comfort, reassuring! Eddie.

Eddie and pussycare - smutty blurb.

Guided masturbation- smut, voicemail-phone sex

"You're pretty..." - Blurb, Fluff, close cuddling.

clingy!Eddie - Blurb, Fluff, cosy.

“i know you know how to sew, dude“ - blurb, patching up eddies vest, fluff.

oral fixation - Very mild smut, softdom!Eddie, Sub!Reader, praise.

Y/N is exhausted and Eddie just wants to help - Hurt/comfort, Fluffy and caring, Softdom!Eddie, Sub!reader.

Use your words, baby - semi smut, shy!reader, praise.

Shy!reader - Listing, Eddie and readers shyness.

Comfort- Eddie comforts reader, during and after school day

Showing up at hellfire - bad day, hurt/comfort.

Eddie's Comfort - Sickfic, hurt/comfort.

Eddie comforts you after a bad day - Hurt/comfort, long workday.

Freak- smut, cheerleader!reader, praise.

I´m your god - smut and some fluff, innocent!sub!reader, Dom!Eddie, praise.

Prone position- blurb, smut, Dom!Eddie, Sub!reader.

Single dad Eddie - Fluff, Eddie dates reader, whilst taking care of his little daughter.

Open drawers - Smut, sex toys, slight softdom!Eddie, praise.

Let me - smut, handcuffs, Dom!Eddie, sub!reader, Overstimulation, praise.

“Can’t look at me, hmm?“- Blurb, smut build up, teasing, praise.

Little nugget - Meeting stancy´s new baby, deciding you want one of your own, fluff.

Learning how to - smut, blurb,Virgin!Eddie, learning to dom, sub!reader.

Inhale - smut, smoking, admitting feelings, oral.

Harrington holiday home - Smut, Steve walks in, slight hint at threesome.

Kitchen counter - blurb, smut, Wayne walks in.

Baby... - hurt/comfort, pure fluff.

Red! - rough smut, overstimulation, aftercare, fluff.

notes to you - anxious!reader, hurt/comfort.

Got heart eyes for you - bad day, fluff, hurt/comfort.

"You feelin' panicky?" - blurb, hurt/comfort, panic attack.

soft caring bf Eddie - bad day blurb, sad!reader.

braid it - Fluff, Blurb, Eddie lets reader braid his hair.

Telepathy - Bad day, smut, hurt/comfort, Aftercare.

drowned out - Fluff, hurt/comfort, Eddie listens when no one else does.

affirmation - smut, friends to lovers, smoking, praise.

mirror sex - Smut, Eding and overstimulation.

frustrated subspace - smutty blurb, griding, dom!Eddie, Sub!reader.

Period - Embarrased!reader, Fluff, caring!Eddie.

christmas in july - fluffy drabble.

Drunk Eddie - Handjob, sweet!drunk!eddie.

you shook me all night long - Smut, Thigh-riding in car,

“want you” - Smut, cuddling, cockwarming. praise.

The thing Eddie say - listing, Praise.

squirting - Overstimulation, praise

Falling asleep on Eddie - fluffy blurb.

Eddie making reader squirt for the first time - fingering, oral, overstimulation, praise

Sweethearts, Showers and Spid- fluff, slight hurt/comfort.

The price of a kiss. - fluffy drabble.

"I mean, fuck,” - smut, clit-rubbing, fingering, overstimulation.

Bedtime stories - Eddie writes reader fantasy stories. fluff.

Or you could just ask part 1 part 2 - jelously, slight angst, smut. master!Eddie, subspace.

Roll the dice - edging, orgasm denial. slight bondage, dom!Eddie. sub!reader.

operation brat- Dom!eddie, bratty!sub!reader , orgasm denial.

Sickday - sickfic, pure fluff.hurt/comfort

Fear of thunder - Eddie and reader as parents. fluff.

it's not enough. - reader needs Eddie close to be able to sleep.Smut.

shy- drabble, Shy!Clingy!reader, get anxious around Eddies friends. Fluff.

she´s a quiet thing - anxious!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort.

Sweeter than pie - smut, oral, dom!Eddie, sub!reader

safeword - smut, blurb, oral, fluff, aftercare.

Gentle - subspace, fluff, aftercare.

one more? - deep subspace, overstimulation, begging, praise, aftercare.

promise - safeword, aftercare, fuff.

Girlfriend? - Fix-it-fic, fluff, after the upside down.

You are pure sin, sweetheart. - smut, begging.

Handsy - smut, fingering, restrains.

Sanctuary - Anxiety attack, hurt/comfort, nightmares.

school fair - panic attack, hurt/comfort, Harrington!sister!reader.

sick sounds - smut, Friends with benefits, praise, oral.

My pretty girl - smut, cheerleader!reader, oral, praise.

“does that not piss him off?“ - Fluff, hurt/comfort, Insecure!reader.

Dream a little dream of me - smutty, pining, wet dreams.

Being brave is hard. - sickfic, hurt/comfort, surgery.

trouble at the gun store. - Hurt/comfort, fluff. running into Jason.

Not her, you - Hurt/comfort, Fluff, insecure!reader.

The loner and the freak - Hurt/comfort, Fluff, slight bullying by the cheersquad.

Shower detox - Hurt/comfort, after the upside down.

Calm down -Hurt/comfort, blurbEddie helps reader with their anxiety.

His thigh - blurb, smut, thigh-riding,

How beautiful i think you are - hurt/comfort, fluff, insecure!reader, body image.

Sweet dreams - Smut, Wet dream, grinding.

Under the table - Smut, Oral, Eddie hides under the table.

Teach me - Smut, Tutor!reader, pining.

He`s gentle when he wants to be- Smut, oral, fingering, overstimulation. praise.

Dungeon master and his princess part 1 part 2 part 3 alt.end - smut, fingering, oral fixation, pleasuredom!Eddie, Sub!reader

Pretty metal - smut, period sex, oral, Master!Eddie, Praise.

Something sweeter - Reader gets tattoo, implied smut, a bit fluffy.

aftercare - fluff, caring!Eddie, clingy!reader, praise.

Something extra - smut, taught masturbation, praise, aftercare.

take care of you - subspace, thigh-riding, aftercare.

Use the front door next time. - Byers!reader, fluff, implied smut.

Gentle with me - virgin!reader, smut and fluff, praise, aftercare.

sub!Eddie - smutty and fluffy blurb, hurt!Eddie.

Eddie Munson

No good alone - sickfic, good uncle wayne.

Steddie x reader

The party - blurb, smut build up, dom!steddie, sub!reader.

a little punishment - smut, Dom!steddie, Sub!reader, praise.

Ask nicely - smutty, dom!Steddie, Sub!reader, oral fixation, praise.

show you - Steddie giving reader head, together. smut, oral

steddie taking care of their sick girl - Hurt/comfort, sickfic. fluff.

Steve being too mean - Dom!steddie, Sub!Reader, Angst, safeword, fluff.

Rock the night - Softdom!Eddie, Meandom!Steve, Sub!reader. fingering, threesome, slight degradation , praise.

Ronance x reader

No patience leads to punishment - Smut, Dom!Nancy, Sub!Robin, Sub!reader.

“what a good girl“ - smut, blurb, Softdom!Robin, Dom!Nancy, Sub!reader, Praise.

Ronance

One shot - autistic! Robin. - Slight hurt/comfort.

Attitude Problem -- Smut, Dom!Nancy, Sub!Robin, overstimulation.

Nancy Wheeler x reader

“j-just want a kiss."- smut, blurb, Dom!Nancy, Sub!Reader, insecurity, reassurance, praise.

please, Nancy - Smut, blurb, Dildo, Desperate!Sub!reader, Dom!Nancy, mocking, praise.

Dom!Nancy being gentle to you - smut, Dom!Nancy, Sub!reader, slight degradation, fingering, praise.

Public relations part1 part 2 - Dom!boss!Nancy , Sub!Reader, smutty punishment.

Greedy punishment - smut, fingering, praise.

Anxious - Hurt/comfort, fluff, Sad!reader.

don't be greedy - Blurb, Dom!Nancy, Sub!reader, smut, nipple play.

suck on her strap - Blurb, Dom!Nancy, Sub!Reader, Smut, Dildo.

Robin Buckley x reader x Eddie Munson

Plesure doms - Softdom!Robin, Softdom!Eddie, Sub!reader, Praise.

Steve Harrington x reader

Sub!steve - smutty and fluffy blurb

The fruity four

having a clingy significant other - listing, fluff.

having a significant other with social anxiety. - listing, fluff.

fucking reader in a sundress. - smut, listing.

Period sex - smut,listing.

Joseph Quinn

morning sex - smut, Joseph x Reader

aftercare - smut, caring, Joseph x reader.

Harry Styles

She´s such a good girl - smut, Dom!Harry, Sub!reader, praise.

Can´t wait to see that tummy grow - Smut, drabble, breeding. Harry x reader

the one where you have a baby and you’re a little bit insecure.- Fluff, new parents harry x reader.

Another one - night before christmas fic, fluff, harry x reader being parents.

Sex Education

a safe place - angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, Eric´s relationship with Jean.

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corroded-hellfire · 5 months

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TO SPREAD SOME HOLIDAY CHEER (AND AN EXCUSE TO ESCAPE YOUR IN-LAWS, OVERBEARING EXTENDED RELATIVES, SIBLINGS, and/or PARENTS)

LETS PLAY A LITTLE GAME

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

thank you my beloved @munson-blurbs for tagging me 🤍

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭...

𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: my true favorite is being used somewhere else on this list so I shall go with the runner up. Harrington!reader sticks up for Eddie after Jason calls him a freak

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: As You Wish, Part 1 (older!eddie x babysitter!reader)

𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: St. Patrick’s Day Party

𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: Top This, I believe. It was Easter and I decided I wanted to post an Eddie Easter fic and bam, somehow it came together very quickly.

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: Where the Heart Is, Part 4. My God there was some serious writers block trying to get that one done

𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔: my small collection of older!eddie stories that started with this ask about Eddie putting reader into subspace

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: Steve. He just doesn’t spark my creativity like Munson does

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: Eddie my beloved

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: never say never

𝚂𝟻 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜?: tears. Lots of them. Mostly from me. Max will come back, Dustin will be a wreck, Will is gonna open up to Jonathan and/or Mike, hoping for at least an Eddie cameo, and I’m a stancy truther so I’m already planning the wedding

𝚔𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚢/ 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝?: I think so, but I’m not sure they’ll necessarily call him kas

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚢/𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝?: God yes, please. They’ve both grown so much and are better suited for one another now and I don’t care what anyone says, Steve never stopped loving her.

𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎: gonna be completely honest and say I have no idea which blogs are considered bigger or smaller ones

𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎: @icallhimjoey is where I always know I can go for inspiration!

𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: the first ones I remember reading were by @luveline!

𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: @munson-blurbs cuz I’ve had a tumblr crush on her since day one

𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎: it’s gotta be

𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛: Completed my first series on here. And in non-fanfic writing I successfully finished the outline for my first two novels!

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: 17.5k for Where the Heart Is, Part 5

𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎: idiots in love

𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏?: it depends on the mood I’m in

f̾u̾c̾k̾ ̾m̾a̾r̾r̾y̾ ̾k̾i̾l̾l̾

𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚛. 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎?: fuck Ted because a certain bff of mine wrote a fic about exactly this and made it hot. Marry Mr. Clarke cause he got that steady paycheck coming in. Kill Murray because I couldn’t not handle that man for long periods of time

𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚌𝚎, 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊? (𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗’𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖): fuck Karen because hello billy had the right idea. Marry Joyce because she’s Joyce frickin Byers and I would do anything for that queen. Kill Claudia I am sorry but at least she shall be with mews

𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚛. 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛? Fuck Hopper because yes daddy but also I could not live with that man lol. Marry Wayne Munson because DUH he’s Wayne and I would happily be his wife. Kill Dr. Brenner because f u papa

𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢𝚕𝚎, 𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗, or 𝚔𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑? Honestly this one is so difficult. Fuck Argyle, marry Jonathan, and kill Keith. I have no explanations for any of these

𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢𝚕𝚎? Fuck Stevie boy. Marry Eddie because he is the love of my life. Kill argyle sorry bruh

𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗, 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚗𝚊? Fuck a demogorgan cause that seems like an adventure. Marry Vecna because in the words of JQ have you seen Jamie? Kill demobats cause they hurt my Stevie and did unspeakable things to my beloved Edward

no pressure tags: @eddiemunsonsmum @hellfire--cult @joejoequinnquinn @silkholland @wheels-of-despair @ghost-proofbaby @word-wytch @storiesbyrhi

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inthenameofallthingsholy · 1 year

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𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜

Hi i’m Speedy, pronouns She/Her, and I write blurbs and one shots. Send me requests for fanfic and I’ll write away! My fandoms and my criteria for each fandom such as ships below the cut. This criteria is just because if you have a ship I’m not good at or don’t like, you deserve a better fic than what I produce

Marvel- Mostly movies but I can do some shows like Daredevil and Agents of shield (if AOS no DaisyxPhill or Simmons or Fitz x someone other than each other). There are a ton of ships for this fandom, so just ask and i’ll tell you wether i ship or not, no judgement given to you :)

DCAU- Justice League and Justice League unlimited only please, and I specialize in Wonderbat but I can do other ships like Hawklantern or Green Canary.

Star Wars- I mostly do LeiaxHan but I will write others like Anidala, Damerey, etc. I just don’t do Reylo.

Star Trek- I mostly do Next Gen, Voyager, and Enterprise.

Hamilton- mostly specialize in Lams, Leggy, or Hamliza, but I can dabble into other ships

SandersSides: I’m not good at writing Roman and Virgil with people other than each other but Logan, Patton, Janus, and Remus I can mix and match the coupling.

Glee: So many people change partners in this show I can pretty much mix and match any too characters (except Kurt and Blaine i’m not good at writing them w/other people)

She-Ra: The canon couples or the implied canon couples (Catradora, Glimbow, Scorfuma, etc)

Owl House: Raeda, Huntlow, Lumity. That is my entire range, it’s embarrassing Ik. I can dabble in side character ships though such as VineyxEmira

HP Marauders: Wolfstar, Jily, or DorcasxMarlene. I don’t do Jegulus or Marlily, i’m sorry.

HP Golden Trio Era: Anything except pedophilia, that is how low the bar is lol.

Amphibia: Sashanne, Marcanne, and everything in between

Stranger Things: Mileven, I can do Byler even though I think Will deserves better, Mucas, Jancy, Stancy, Ronance, Steddie, DustinxSuzie, Jopper, and EddiexChrissy

Lockwood and Co: Lockwood and Lucy yk

Bridgerton: mostly x readers, but also Kanthony

Helluva Boss: M&M and Stolitz

Suits: I do Harvey x Donna and Mike x Rachel.

The Rookie: I do Chenford

Chuck: Chuck x Sarah, Morgan x Alex

I probably forgot some so if there is a fandom you’d like to ask me about, go ahead!

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poppy-metal · 2 years

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just want to say how much i appreciate you keeping the stancy x reader alive and well — your blurbs are everything and more people need to realize their absolute power 💜✨

like ppl think i ship them for plot? no. its purely for my own depravity. they are both so hot. them together? clit shattering. stoncy simply doesn't carry the same power.

#ask

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prettyboyeddiemunson · 2 years

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Stranger Things ships/characters I’m taking writing requests for!

SHIPS (ROMANTIC OR PLATONIC):

Jopper

Steddie

Stancy

Byeler (non-smut only)

Eddie x Chrissy (non-smut only)

CHARACTERS:

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Joyce Byers

Chrissy Cunningham (non-smut only)

feel free to send some requests! I can write fluff, angst, smut (unless indicated otherwise), all the good stuff! i’ll write blurbs, fics, imagines, headcanons, and will definitely do reader insert stuff as well. i will also take requests for ships/characters not listed here, but these are the main ones that i’m willing to write!

#stranger things #stranger things imagines #eddie munson #steve harrington #joyce byers #chrissy cunningham #byeler

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afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff · 3 months

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#upstead #brettsey #rhett abbott #stancy #halstett #friendly neighborhood hufflepuff speaks

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corroded-hellfire · 6 months

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✏ 20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by the lovely and talented @word-wytch and @eddiemunsonsmum 💖

1) How many works do you have on AO3? I don’t have an AO3 🙈

2) What’s your total AO3 word count? See above

3) What fandoms do you write for? Stranger Things

4) What are your top five fics by kudos? Again, no AO3

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I used to answer some in reblogs or that I got sent directly. But now that I can reply from this blog (since it’s a sideblog), I’ll be able to respond much more! Why? Because the fact that people want to talk about stuff I’ve written will never cease to amaze me

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably Infestation, Oppression, Possession

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most tbh lol ummm maybe Where the Heart Is?

8) Do you get hate on fics? Not so far, knock on wood

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kinds? I do. Breeding kink is my weakness. But I’ll write fluffy smut, some kinky, ya know, mix it up

10) Do you write crossovers? Nope

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? Fortunately, no

12) Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? Quite a few with my soulmate @munson-blurbs 💕

14) What’s your all time favorite ship? All time? As in, doesn’t matter what fandom? Because then it’s Blaine and Sebastian from Glee, hands down. In ST, there’s Stancy and then me and Eddie.

15) What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? It’s about a wedding and it could have gone in one of two different directions, but we’ll see if I ever get to it lmao

16) What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, I think. I really like writing dialogue

17) What are your writing weaknesses? Descriptions. My damn mind knows what everything looks like but apparently forgets that no one else can see inside my head

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic? If it’s anything more than a couple of words I’d be afraid I would mess it up

19) First fandom you wrote for? Glee

20) Favorite fic you’ve written? I don’t know if I have a favorite. I’ll go with five I really like: As You Wish, Wrong Crush, The Wyvern, Cheerleader Harrington!Reader x Eddie, Waiter!Eddie x Hopper!reader

No pressure tags: @joejoequinnquinn @silkholland @inourtownofhawkins @storiesbyrhi @hellfire--cult

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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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I posted 889 times in 2022

That's 889 more posts than 2021!

81 posts created (9%)

808 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@munsonquinns

@joseph-quinns

@munson-blurbs

@prettyboyeddiemunson

@luveline

I tagged 784 of my posts in 2022

Only 12% of my posts had no tags

#joseph - 298 posts

#eddie munson - 147 posts

#eddie - 146 posts

#fic rec - 132 posts

#steve - 59 posts

#answer - 36 posts

#jamie - 30 posts

#eddie munson x reader - 26 posts

#eddie munson x you - 26 posts

#eddie munson fic - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 78 characters

#when we first met chrissy i thought she was gonna be steve’s new love interest

My Top Posts in 2022:

Eddie’s Girl - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie wasn’t aware that you used to date Steve Harrington. When he finds out after a Corroded Coffin show, he lets his insecurities get the better of him.

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of previous reader x Steve, stancy and Robin x Vickie are couples, language, angst, comfort, I think that’s it?

Words: 4.5k

The relationship you have with Eddie has always been an open and honest one. Both of you were upfront with one another about both having past relationships and that neither of you was a virgin. There was no judgment, embarrassment, just open and total honesty. Details weren’t always shared, but that’s okay. You share bits and pieces of your lives with each other on a daily basis, learning more about one another all the time. It’s something you both love about your relationship. But there was one detail that Eddie wished you would’ve shared with him.

It started one night at The Hideout, you at your usual table while Eddie and the rest of Corroded Coffin did their soundcheck. Eddie insisted you didn’t have to ride with him so you’d be stuck there from sound check until the bar closes, but you liked tagging along for their gigs, “boring” bits included. Tonight, Robin and Nancy were coming to the show as well, more to keep you company and have a girl’s night than the fact that they liked the band’s music, but it put asses in the seats which was good for business. Originally, Vickie, Robin’s girlfriend, was going to tag along as well, but she said Robin deserved a night just with her friends.

You didn’t expect your friends to show up until showtime, so you sat at the high-top table, swinging your legs back and forth while you read from a tattered paperback book that you had shoved into your purse. The familiar sounds of Corroded Coffin’s setlist played in the background as they tuned their instruments, your mind able to tune out the buzz as you read. You knew the songs almost as well as the band did and began to hum along with them under your breath.

A new song began, and your head instantly perked up. This one was your favorite and Eddie caught your eye from the stage, sending you a wink. You grinned back, your cheeks turning slightly pink, as they did every time you heard this song. This was your song. Eddie had written it both for you and about you. He never thought to share it with the band, especially after he played it for you for the first time and there were tears in your eyes. He thought maybe it was too soon for him to write such a tender and loving song about you, making you uncomfortable. But the way you launched yourself at him, practically knocking his guitar out of his lap – which he would only allow you to do without going completely ballistic – to hug him and bury your head in his neck, murmuring over and over again how much it meant to you, he saw the tears for the emotions they truly represented. You’d told him time and time again that the song was your favorite – obviously – and he asked if you would like to hear him play it at their shows.

“I would love that. It’d be like a private moment between you and me in the middle of the crowded room,” you’d said. He grinned, not only at your response, but at the fact that you were optimistic enough to think the room would be full at their shows.

The band learned the song and it has been played in their set ever since. Eddie always looked at you while they played it, even if it was only during soundcheck. Gareth liked to comment that the two of you literally had heart eyes for each other during the song. It was more romantic than Jeff’s comment anyway, that you two were always “eye fucking” during the song. Either way, you didn’t care. It was just like you originally said to Eddie, it was like it was only the two of you in the room for those few minutes.

Your song concluded their soundcheck, so Eddie set his sweetheart down carefully on the guitar rack. He hopped off the stage and made his way to you, his curls bouncing from side to side as he sidled up to you.

“How’d we sound?” he asked.

“Amazing, as always,” you replied.

He slung an arm over your shoulders and placed a kiss to your temple.

“When are the girls getting here?” he asked.

You shrugged. “I told them what time you guys go on, so probably around then.”

“You have time to come backstage then?” he murmured against your hair.

“Do I look like a groupie?” you asked, pulling back from him and raising your eyebrows.

“Only groupie I ever want.” He grinned and it was infectious. Your tummy flipped as you smiled at him in response. You shoved the novel back in your purse and hopped off the chair as he linked his hands with yours.

Backstage at The Hideout was cramped as it was. There was barely room for the musical equipment needed to put on a show let alone any persons other than those in the band. Eddie took advantage of the tight space to hold your body as close to his as he could. It was hot back there, sweat already causing Eddie’s bangs to stick to his forehead. You reached up to wipe them out of his eyes, earning you a kiss on your fingers in return.

There was one ripped gray couch shoved in a corner, stuffing and springs poking through areas where the material had run thin. Gareth flopped down on it, leaving a bit more room for the rest of the band and their biggest fan.

“Your friends are coming tonight, right?” Gareth asked you.

“Sure are.”

“Nancy coming?” Jeff asked. His hopeful grin made both you and Eddie roll your eyes.

“Yes, she’s coming,” you told him. “And yes, she still has a boyfriend.”

“What about Robin?” Gareth asked. “She single? She’s coming too, right?”

You chuckled to yourself and rested your head on Eddie’s shoulder. “No, she doesn’t have a boyfriend. But go ahead, ask her on a date, see how well that works out for you.”

Robin had recently trusted Eddie enough to let him in on her secret as well, but the rest of Corroded Coffin couldn’t be trusted with the secret of you and Eddie getting caught making out in the bathroom at school, let alone something serious.

The sound of someone tripping over a chair close to the stage echoed into the backstage area. Speak of the devil. You smiled to yourself and knew you’d hear her voice any minute.

“Hey, groupie!” Robin called. She knew where you would be. “Usually, you fool around with band members after the show.”

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Different Kind of Jealous - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: When a pretty girl flirts with you, you think Eddie is jealous that she wasn’t flirting with him. But he’s jealous for a whole other reason. Fem!reader

Note: I love jealousy leading to emotional reveals and this seemed something a little different and fun!

Warnings: bisexual!reader, language. i think that’s it?

Words: 2.6k

“Do you really think she’s going to call?”

Eddie restrains himself from rolling his eyes as you ask the question for the fifth time since you’d left The Hideout.

“Will you relax?” he says. “She was practically crawling into your lap. She’ll call.”

You release a nervous breath and nod your head. Outside the passenger window of Eddie’s van, nighttime Hawkins passes by in a blur. You’re not really taking in the restaurants that are closing up or the bright streetlights that you see. Your mind is replaying the events of the night over and over again.

“I like your tattoo.”

You lift your head to see a girl smiling down at you. Her smile is big and bright, and it makes your breath catch in your chest. She tilts her head at you when you don’t respond, her blonde hair falling over her shoulder.

“Oh, thanks,” you say. “I like yours as well.”

She looks down at her arms, both covered in tattoo sleeves. Vines curled around her wrists and wrapped up her arms, shapes and words of great variety were littered among the foliage. Compared to hers, your one small sunflower tattoo on your wrist looks lonely.

“Thank you,” she says. “I’m Kate.”

“I’m y/n,” you say. You realize you’re just staring at her, and you lower your eyes to the table and clear your throat.

“Can I join you?” she asks.

“Oh, yeah!” you say with what was probably too much enthusiasm.

Kate pulls out the chair next to you and slides into it. She’s wearing a Black Sabbath shirt, which you know your best friend would appreciate. You do as well and tell her as much.

“Do you like metal too? That’s why I’m here,” she says, “because this band covers metal and they’re amazing.”

The proud best friend in you beams, excited to tell Eddie that Corroded Coffin had a fan who was there especially for them. Not to mention one as beautiful as Kate.

“It’s my best friend’s band,” you say. Her eyes light up and you silently wonder which member she’s going to ask you to set her up with. If it was anyone except Eddie, okay. But you selfishly refused to introduce this blonde bombshell to the guy you’ve secretly been in love with for years. Just because you’d come to terms with the fact that he didn’t feel the same way, doesn’t mean you wanted to watch him be with someone else. It was selfish, but…oh well.

“Really? That’s amazing. You’re so lucky,” Kate says. She rests her elbow on the table, holding her chin in her hand. She shakes her bangs out of her eyes and you notice how blue her eyes are, enhanced by the dark eyeliner and mascara she’s applied. “What does he play?”

“Guitar,” you say.

“Oh, he’s definitely the most talented one in the band.” You smile and nod in agreement before she continues. “And he’s cute.” Your stomach drops and your shoulders tense up. Luckily, she isn’t finished talking. “Not as cute as his best friend, though.”

She winks at you and the feeling in your stomach goes from dread to butterflies in an instant. You’re thankful the lights are dim, so your furious blush isn’t as visible.

“Thanks,” you mumble shyly. “You’re really pretty, too.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet,” she says. She reaches out and puts her hand on your arm. Your pulse spikes and you decide to take the risk and cover her hand with your own. That’s when Eddie walks up to the table and stops short when he sees your hand on this mysterious blonde’s.

Eddie isn’t surprised that you’re flirting with a girl. He was the first one you told that you were bisexual, and he immediately let you know that it didn’t change a thing and you could sleep with anyone you wanted and he’d still love you. Eddie knew that his statement was true but didn’t add the fact that if you slept with anyone else it’d feel like a punch in the gut. The two of you were both virgins and he desperately wanted you to be the ones to change that for each other. So, when he sees you with this beautiful girl’s hands on you, he feels instantly threatened by her. He knows he has no right to feel this way; you’re not his. But he can’t help the jealousy and protectiveness that puff up his chest.

“There’s the talented best friend,” Kate says, giving Eddie a sweet smile.

“Uh, hi,” he says. He looks back and forth from you and her, hoping you’ll say something.

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Love Comes Walking In - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie didn’t want to go to prom, until he wanted to go with Chrissy. You wanted to go to prom, but not if Eddie is going to go with Chrissy. But above everything, you want Eddie to be happy.

Note: this whole thing mostly came about because I wanted to write the one scene with Dustin. You’ll know the one.

Words: 6k

Eddie teasing you was nothing new. His lighthearted jabs about your skirt making you look preppy or having sleepy eye boogers first thing in the morning roll off your back, occasionally even making you laugh along. But when he teases you about wanting to go to prom, that gets under your skin.

Wanting one special night to wear a pretty gown with glowing makeup and neatly styled hair didn’t sound stupid to you. To your best friend, it seemed like torture. The whole school year Eddie would rag on you about buying into the whole conformist commercialism that you thought of as a rite of passage. That makes it even worse when he suddenly changes his tune just a week before the dance.

“You’re being ridiculous,” Jeff complains.

Eddie rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Just because I changed my mind doesn’t mean I’m ridiculous,” he argues.

“You changed your mind because of a girl!” Gareth shouts.

Jabbing your green beans with your plastic fork, you stay silent as the boys bicker back and forth. Part of you was also afraid to open your mouth, unsure of what would come out.

“You say that like I’d go to prom with any girl,” Eddie snaps. “I’m not saying I’m going, I’m saying I would go with Chrissy.”

The fork is clutched so hard in your hand that you think it’s going to snap in half.

“What’s wrong with wanting to go with anyone?” Jeff asks.

Eddie waves a dismissive hand at him and wrinkles his face up in distaste, not bothering to give a verbal response.

“Hypocrite,” you mumble under your breath.

“I am not.” Eddie stares at you and your head jerks up in surprise that he heard you.

“Yes, you are,” you say. “You’ve made fun of me all year for wanting to go and now because you have a crush, it’s different? Bullshit.”

“I changed my mind,” Eddie reiterates.

“Fine,” you say with a huff. It’s not worth arguing with him over.

“Maybe you should apologize,” Dustin suggests softly.

“What?” Eddie asks.

“Come on, you have been on her ass about it all year,” Dustin says.

“Thanks, Dustin,” you say. “But it’s fine.”

Eddie opens his mouth, but you don’t give him a chance to speak. Chair legs scraping against the floor, you push your seat back and stand up from the table. The guys all watch as you leave, dumping your tray in the trash before stalking out of the cafeteria.

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Where the Heart Is - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Nancy invites you home to Hawkins for Thanksgiving break after you’ve become best friends at Emerson College. When you spend a “friends-giving” at Steve’s house with all of Nancy’s friends, you make a special connection with a certain metal head.

Note: Huge thanks to @gathered-moss and @munsonquinns for their help when I got stuck!

Warnings: language, mentions of not the best family life, mentions of sex, i think that’s it?

Words: 13.8K

“I really appreciate this, Nancy. Your family really didn’t have to do this.”

“Will you stop?” Nancy huffs a laugh.

The airport is crowded. Grandparents flying across the country to see their children and grandchildren, lifelong best friends getting to see each other for the first time in years, and kids like you and Nancy, flying back from college for Thanksgiving break.

The Wheelers were kind enough to invite you to their home for the holiday. Karen had heard about you for months now, Nancy having told her all about the best friend she’s made away at Emerson. When she’d heard that you didn’t have family to spend the break with, she didn’t hesitate to invite you to Hawkins.

Nancy had bumped into you in the laundry room on the third floor of the dorm building you both lived in. You had bonded over how you both disliked your roommates as you separated your warm from your cold clothes. You’ve been close friends ever since. A long hall separated your room from Nancy’s, but you’d often use the other’s space to get away from your respective roommates. Nancy’s roommate was a total slob, while yours was just an all-around inconsiderate person to occupy the same space with.

“I can’t wait for you to meet Steve,” Nancy says as you take the escalator down to the baggage claim level.

“He’s seemed great every time I’ve talked to him,” you say.

“You mean when you’ve stolen the phone out of my hand so you guys can talk about me?” she asks with a smirk.

“Well, you wouldn’t give it to me willingly! But I like him. And I know from the pictures in your room how cute he is.”

Nancy adjusts the duffle bag on her shoulder as you both step off the escalator. You follow her in, what you assume, is the right direction since you’d never been to Indiana before, let alone the Indianapolis airport. A pretty blonde woman smiles in your direction and waves her hands.

“Oh, there’s my mom,” Nancy says. She closes the distance, and her mom pulls her into a tight hug.

“I’ve missed you!” her mother says. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re home. Mrs. Wheeler turns to you and gives you a warm smile. “Hi, dear! I’ve heard so much about you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Wheeler,” you say as you shake the hand she’s extended to you. “Thank you so much for letting me join your family for Thanksgiving.”

“Please, call me Karen,” she says. “And it’s no trouble at all. We’re glad to have you.”

Luckily, both yours and Nancy’s bags come out quickly on the baggage conveyor belt, and you’re able to get back to the car and on the road for the hour or so journey up to Hawkins. Nancy and her mom chat animatedly in the front seats, bringing you into the conversation every now and then. But you don’t mind just listening to them talk about people and places that you don’t know. Seeing a mother and a daughter get along as well as they do gives you a melancholy feeling. You’re glad Nancy has such a great relationship with her mom, but it makes your heart sink a little that you don’t have that.

“So, who all is going to your thankful friend thing?” Karen asks.

“Friends-giving, Mom,” Nancy says. “It’s all of us.”

“I’m supposed to know who that includes?” Karen says.

“Mike and that gang. Dustin, Will, Lucas, Max, El. Then, Eddie, Robin, and Jonathan,” Nancy says.

“Jonathan?” you can tell by the tone of voice that her mom is surprised that Nancy’s ex is going to an event at her current boyfriend’s house.

“Yeah, well, it would’ve been weird not to invite him,” Nancy says. “He’s back from college too, and Will and El are coming, so we weren’t going to leave their older brother out.”

“That was nice of you guys,” Karen says. Though the comment sounds sincere, you can tell Karen wasn’t sure if it was a good idea or not.

“It’s fine, Mom,” Nancy says, picking up on the same edge in her voice that you did.

“Okay, okay,” Karen acquiesces. “Now, Steve is having dinner with us tonight, right?”

“Yes. He and I gotta show the out-of-towner around town this afternoon,” she says, looking over her shoulder at you with a smirk. “Then he’s coming back for dinner.”

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Man of My Dreams - Eddie Munson x Reader

Note: I’m not sure why this formatted oddly, so I apologize.

Summary: When you friends find out you had a dirty dream, they gang up on you to find out who it was about.

Warnings: mentions of sex obviously, language, insecurity, i think that’s it?

Words: 4.5k

“Ugh, I did not sleep well.” You pull down the passenger seat visor in Nancy’s car and inspect your eyes in the mirror. They look much more alert after rubbing them a few times with the heel of your hand.

“Did you make her sleep on the floor?” Nancy looks at Robin in the rearview mirror, pursing her lips at your friend. Nancy had just picked the two of you up from Robin’s house after you’d spent the night. You were all headed to Steve’s house now, you older gang of teens crashing together for a night of junk food and even junkier movies.

“No, I didn’t! She slept next to me,” Robin says. She looks down and picks at her fingernails, mumbling, “Sounded like you had a good sleep, though.”

It’s the way your face burns from pink to scarlet more than Robin’s comment that catches Nancy’s interest. She smirks at you out of the corner of her eye, and you swear Robin would be dead if there wasn’t a witness sitting right next to you.

“Ooh, what does that mean?” Nancy croons.

“What are you talking about, Robin?” you ask. You sure as hell remembered your dream, but you weren’t aware you vocalized anything to reveal the dirty nature of it.

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” Robin says. “You may not snore, but you sure were making other noises in your sleep.”

As Nancy’s smirk grows, you drop your head into your hands with a groan. Nancy reaches over and jabs her finger in your shoulder.

“Who were you dreaming of, huh?” Nancy asks.

“Not important,” you mumble into your hands.

“I think it is,” Robin chimes up.

“Why?” you groan out.

“Because we’re your best friends and we’re nosy,” Robin answers.

“Oh, come on,” Nancy says when you shake your head. “It’s not that embarrassing. It’s happened to all of us.”

“Yeah?” you ask, peeking at her from behind your hands. “You slept next to one of your best friends and got caught having a sex dream?”

“Well, no,” Nancy admits. “But we’ve all had a dream like that!”

“Not me,” Robin says.

You turn around in your seat to glare at her. “Then I hope you have one at the most inconvenient time possible.” She blows a kiss at you, and you wrinkle your nose at her before turning back around.

“Who was it?” Nancy asks again.

“Can’t we just drop it?” You rest your forehead against the cool glass of the window as Nancy pulls into Steve’s driveway. Your stomach was already in knots knowing you were going to see the object of your dream’s desire tonight, and this was making it worse.

“You know I’ll just bring it up in front of the guys,” Robin says.

“Robin!”

“Oh my God,” Nancy says as she puts the car in park. “Was it about one of them?”

You unclick your seatbelt and shove the car door open. “I hate you both,” you shout at them as you slam the door behind you.

“Should we take that as a yes?” Robin asks. Nancy shrugs at her and they both climb out of the car after you.

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