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darklcy · 10 months

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𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

‣ eddie's session runs longer than you thought. bored, with nothing to do, you find his shirt.

‣ eddie munson x reader | stranger things masterlist | 823 words | fluff, established relationship, idiots in love ig

‣ i havent posted him in a while and i just got to rewatching s4, so naturally-

He’d been gone far too long already.

You tried not to complain, not having the desire to suck the life out of his soul for simply engaging in his passion. Dungeons and dragons served as an enigma in your brain, its complexity never failing to swirl your thoughts in knots each time you tried learning to play. If him being late was the only self punishment for not comprehending the rules of the game, then perhaps it was justifiable.

..It was just late. And you were beyond bored.

Boredom was a lazy explanation for the feeling you were experiencing at the moment, but for lack of better word, boredom will do. Body sprawled across his mattress, Gremlins displayed in the living room television down the hall, fingernails touched skin in a pattern, as if counting sheep represented itself through your fingers. The night sky stretched further along the hours as you waited for his campaign to finish, but with the way your eyelids drooped and head bobbed, you may not be around for his return.

Laying back on your spine, ceiling coming into view, you fought the upcoming dreams with all your might to avoid slumber, wanting to greet Eddie properly the moment he stepped inside. Chin lolling to the right, a signature club shirt curiously grabbed your eye, the red faced demon poking through the gaps of his drawer.

Huh.

Somehow that pumped a vein full of awoken energy throughout your body. Sitting back up, you crawled over to the drawer and yanked the shirt from its clenches, freeing the fabric from its prison. The demon’s eyes met yours in a sneer, and sometimes you wonder if the corners of his mouth grew each time you stared at him. Discarding your own top, you replaced it with his, the remnants of smoke and faint cologne wafting in your nostrils.

Eddie smelled like home, a sanctuary, a safe place. A bit ironic, with fire comes reassurance, in your world, that is.

The garment was a bit loose on your figure, the ends reaching just below your hips. With the canvas of your legs exposed from lack of pajamas, his shirt became your blanket and lover all in one, a figment of the real thing. This will have to do until he returns.

Cheek pressed to the comforter, Gremlins had just barely faded out into the credits when sleep found you, tucked away and hidden in the cotton of Hellfire.

“Baabe, I’m home.”

Brass met knob when Eddie unlocked it open, enjoying the warm heat of the trailer compared to the brisk November air outside. Campaign was good, as usual. Dungeon Master certainly had its perks, even if repeating senior year didn’t. The journey to his bedroom was swift, eager to finally end his day with you by his side, how it always should be.

However he wasn’t at all, in the slightest bit, prepared to greet you adorning his beloved club shirt, soft skin of your thighs bare, asleep comfortably in his bed. His bed. Alone. With his shirt on. And boyshorts. Oh, wow. You were going to be the death of him.

It was as if he’d been transported to the Moma, viewing a delicate, historical self portrait of an acrylic artist from the 1700s. You were a sight to behold, and for him only. His feet almost sunk into the floorboards from the sheer weight his heart plummeted against his ribs. He’d just fallen in love all over again. How do you do it so easily?

A gentle groan emitted in your throat as you shifted. What a sweet sound. You’re so sweet.

Crouching down towards your face, his ringed knuckle gilded hair from your eyelashes, a smile on his face at the way you stirred from the action. When your eyes awoke to meet his, his lips only stretched wider.

“Mornin', sweetheart.”

Stretching out your arms, a yawn escaped you as a sleepy, “Oh, you’re home,” uttered out in a jumbled whisper. His full palm caressed your face now, occasionally smoothing down your hair while continuing to grin at your drowsiness. He couldn’t get enough.

“Yeah, Hellfire ran a lil late. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

You shook your head into his fingers. “No, you’re fine. I was just bored.”

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as he moved to sit beside you. His fingers transitioned from your cheek to the shirt on your skin, rings grazing the neckline and shoulder. Eddie had never seen anything like it, and he wore this exact thing every god damn week.

“You look beautiful like this.”

It was as if complimenting a model, the way he spoke so carefully and tender. You gave him a look.

“..It’s comfy. I might steal it from you.”

He’d give you anything he wanted if you gave him the word. His lips captured yours in a trance, ending too quick for your liking.

“You should. You wear it best.”

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#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader oneshot #eddie munson x you #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things fluff #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 x reader

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ghosttownwherenoonegoes · 2 years

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You're super sleepy and therefore not fully in control of yourself as you nose Eddie's t-shirt up his stomach. The man giggles, hands suspended above your head in confusion.

"What're you doin' there, Y/N?"

You get frustrated with the lack of progress and shift so that you can tug Eddie's shirt up to his chin, ignoring his bemused protests. Your eyes land on his spider tattoo and you smile affectionately before ducking your head to give it a kiss.

"Night night, Spidey."

Eddie's surprised laugh is loud and he crushed you in his arms, rolling until you're under him. "That was fuckin' adorable, sweetheart!" His voice is thick with love and it makes your heart stop in your chest. "I love you. So much."

The way you arch up to give him a kiss says everything you have words for, and everything you don't.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #eddie baby #eddie munson imagine #send me eddie things plsssss #stranger things 4 x reader #eddie munson headcanon #stranger things x reader

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padf00ts-l0ver · 2 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 - 𝐬𝐭𝟒

𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘵4 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸) -nav here-

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺- 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 .. 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 .. 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

“listen” he heaved a long sigh, “i want you to be comfortable in this house- this is your house too y/n. okay?” he received no response.

“okay! but.. we have to implement some ground rules. sound good?”

no response. “okay.”

you were sat next to eddie, wide eyed, on the couch as your dad, hopper, sat opposite you both.. he’d walked in on something… misfortunate… and now came the lecture.

both of you were frozen, in slight fear and humiliation.

“i want you to be able to share your.. feelings.” you heard el snort a laugh from her room, where she was no doubt listening in closely.

he definitely heard, as his lips curled to a slight grimace, but kept going, just like joyce told him to on the phone 10 minutes beforehand.

“but, there will be no- no more of.. that.. while el and i are home. at all. not. at. all. zilch. okay?” eddie hesitantly nodded next to you, you just continued to stare at your dad in mortification.

“words, y/n- i need words!” he looked like he hated this conversation almost as much as you did, so you said, “yes, dad. we understand.” eyes scattering around the room, avoiding eye contact as if it were the plague.

“look, hopper-“ a look from the man sent eddie back a step, “sir? listen- we didn’t mean for you for hear uh- all that” you see eddie try to repress a smirk and you quickly whack his leg with your hand, he inhales and forces a straight face. “y’know, but-“

“uh uh, no but’s” hopper said sternly, staring down eddie with a look you’d only ever seen him use on one before.. mike.

“no but’s” eddie agrees, nodding quickly.

it was an amusing sight to see, eddie, your rockstar, d&d playing boyfriend, having to abide by the sheriff’s rules, looking like an obedient dog in training.

hopper sighed one more and leant back in his seat, the quick second that he wasn’t looking, eddie snuck a look at you, smiling brightly and sticking his tongue out. you quickly repressed a laugh, if you laughed.. who knows how much longer this would go on for.

“alright…” you two turned back to face your dad, “i hate this as much as you two” he confirmed your thoughts, “do you understand my point?” he enunciated his words, you and eddie nodded in sync.

hopper stared at you both for a second longer, almost analysing you. “alright.. you can go, i’m done.”

you don’t think you’d ever stood up so quickly before in your life, eager to get out of that situation. grabbing your boyfriends hand and pulling him with you.

before you both entered your room, you heard a shout.. “keep the door open 3 inches!”

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rxdidz · 2 years

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shortie

summary: stranger things girls with a short gf!!

eleven/jane

never talks about it

it just doesn’t matter to her to her but either way she loves how short you are

loves hugging you, it’s like she’s keeping you safe

forehead kisses all the time

hates when you wear heels for some reason 😭 maybe bc she can’t walk in them 🙄🙄

“did you grow?”

“oh im just wearing heels, look.”

“🤨🙁”

max

always teasing about how she’s the tall one in the relationship

like full on giggling when you get mad

if anyone else does tho it’s instantly not funny to her LMAO

hug her from behind please she thinks it’s adorable

“how’s the weather down there?”

“i hate you.”

angela

literally so mean for what

teasing you 24/7 every hour of everyday

anyone else says something tho? she’s throwing threats bro stop her

buys you heels as gifts, leaves mean notes with a “love you <3” at the end to make it seem nice😭

“shortie” is your name to her atp

holds your hand because she claims you’ll “get lost” without her ☹️

robin

wants to carry you everywhere. like bae no we’re in the middle of class

acts like she’s so much taller than you like no you’re 4 inches taller 😭

loves short girls loves tall girls it doesn’t matter give her them all

no cause imagine her hands in her pocket and her leaning down to hear you akshsks

“hello my little lady :)”

LOVES hugging you she feels so protective

nance

uses your height against you 😭

“y/n your shorter than me.”

*hides things up high so you can’t reach*

“are you sure you can even reach up there?”

cups your face with her hands and just smiles

kisses your forehead a lot and she has to lean down to do so ☹️ <3

chrissy

so sweet

i love her

locks pinky’s with you so you don’t get lost

loves spooning you

wants to lay in your lap when she’s sad so she can look up at you

twirls you around like a princess :))

note: did i add angela? yes i did. did you all forgive and write fanfics for a racist? yes you did. please forgive my shawty bae she’s hot

#nancy wheeler x reader #nancy x reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin x reader #stranger things 4 x reader #stranger things x reader #max x reader #max mayfield x reader #eleven x reader #jane hopper x reader #chrissy cunningham x y/n #chrissy x reader #Angela x reader

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froggywritesstuff · 1 year

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jerk | mike wheeler

pairings: Mike Wheeler x g/n!reader

warnings: Mike's a bitch in this cause why not, swearing

request: Hey can I please suggest one where it’s a Mike wheeler x reader and Mike acts like he hates them because he is worried that if he doesn’t hate them he will admit his feelings so one day he walks in on them crying and feels horrible

A/N: 18+ readers DNI.

The cafeteria was buzzing, students laughing and chatting with one another, the teens sitting with Eddie Munson ignoring the disgusted stares from everyone else, being used to it by now. The Party members were talking and laughing with one another as usual, all except for the dark haired Wheeler boy, who sat looking rather blue at the table, his head looking down at his lunch tray, picking at the food with his plastic fork.

"Wheeler, what's going on?" Mike's head shot up at Eddie's familiar voice, "You look all sad. You better not be like that for the campaign tonight." he remarked, receiving a cheer from the rest of the party at the mention of the campaign.

"Nah, it's nothing." he lied, dropping his gaze back down to the mushy food on his tray.

Lucas rolled his eyes, "Someone's just sad that Y/N's not here today."

Mike's cheeks burned bright red, "No I'm not!" he denied.

The teens at the table all snickered and laughed at Mike's flustered expression, Eddie being the exception, who just furrowed his brows together in confusion.

"Y/N? By the way you always glare and roll your eyes at them, I assumed you just hated them."

Mike nodded at Eddie, "That's because I do hate them." he urged, though it seemed like he was just trying to convince himself.

"Sure you do," Dustin mumbled, rolling his eyes, "That's why you keep looking at them with heart eyes, 'oh Y/N, I don't know how to express my feelings around you so I'll just be mean to you instead, but I really really like you.'" he mocked, earning a death glare from Mike.

"That's not funny, Dustin."

Lucas snickered, "It's kinda funny."

Mike rolled his eyes, standing up from the table, forgetting about the crappy cafeteria slop people called food. It was the last thing on his mind. He ignored the calls from Lucas and Dustin attempting to apologise and exited the cafeteria. Mike made his way outside the building, striding toward the old wall phone in front of the building, mainly used for kids when their parents forget to pick them up or when people are just bored, but Mike had other intentions.

He hastily dialled the number he had engraved in his brain, brought the phone to his ear and listened to it ring. The dial tone ran through the phone for what felt like an eternity, before the beep sounded.

"Piece of shit," Mike hissed, slamming the phone back in its place. He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. How was he supposed to go with his day now? He needed to see you. At least hear your voice. It was driving him crazy with you not there.

Mike could barely focus the rest of the school day, his mind racing with thoughts. Make that one thought. After all, he could only bring himself to think about you.

The second the bell rang for home-time, Mike sped out of school, no time to explain to Lucas and Dustin what the hell he was doing. He wasn't even sure what he was doing himself. Though he knew what he wanted to do. See you.

He sped down the streets on his bike, wind flipping in his hair, too pumped up on adrenaline to care about his legs burning from how fast he was going. He almost missed your house he was going so fast, and almost crashed into your mailbox. OR he might've crashed. Again, he was too pumped up to care.

He hurried to your front door, pounding his fist on the wood almost a hundred times, before someone finally answered.

"Who the hell are you and why are you trying to break down our door?!”

”Is Y/N here?” he asked breathlessly, only just realising he could’ve paced himself a bit more. He realised the person at the door was one of your parents and he definitely should’ve made a better first impression, but he didn’t have time to care.

”Huh?”

”Is Y/N here?!”

”Yeah. Are you part of their dnd team or something.”

”Party. Dnd party- yes.”

“I bet they’ll probably wanna talk to you then.” they said, opening their further to let Mike in.

”Why? What’s wrong?” he asked, practically sprinting inside.

”I doubt they wanna tell me. You’ll probably have better luck.”

Mike had his doubts about that, but nodded his head nonetheless, “Thanks,” he said, sprinting off to your room.

He hadn’t been to your house in ages; he almost forgot where it was. That thought alone made him feel even worse than he already did.

When he made it to your room he knocked, anxiously waiting for your reply.

”Come in,” you called.

Mike practically burst through the door at your words, but reality hit him like a brick when he saw your confused expression, and he realised he had no idea what he was doing.

”Mike?” he just stood there, not having the slightest clue of what to say, “what are you doing here?”

Mike opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again, trying his best to form words, “I. Uh… you weren’t at school today, I wanted to check if you were ok.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him. The Mike Wheeler you thought you knew wouldn’t give a shit about your well-being. You thought he’d be jumping for joy when you weren’t there, “What does that mean?”

Mike took a breath, “I was just worried,” he walked further in your room, before noticing your face shiny with tears, “shit Y/N, have you been crying.”

You resisted the urge to wipe the tears from your face, knowing that’d just confirm his suspicions. “No.”

“Yes you have. Y/N, what’s wrong?”

"Nothing." you pressed, not wanting him to know.

"Then why are you crying?"

"I'm not."

"Bullshit."

"Fuck you."

"What?" Mike heard what you said perfectly fine. He didn't care if you had to curse him out for hours; he just wanted to know what was wrong.

You rolled your eyes, "I said 'fuck you'."

"Why?"

You stared at him in pure disbelief, "Why? Mike, you have been the biggest fucking asshole to me for months!" you continued when Mike stared at you like an idiot, "You're always rolling your eyes whenever I talk, I catch you death staring me, and whenever I try to ask you what I did wrong you just fucking ran away." Hearing you say that, he realised that was probably a dumb move. "A-and now you're here asking me why I'm crying and not going to the campaign tonight? It's fucking confusing."

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be a jerk to you. I just..." he trailed off, not wanting to finish his sentence.

You stared blankly at him, "What?"

"I-" he cut himself off with a groan, holding his head in his head, "I don't think of you as my friend, Y/N."

Despite your eye roll, you still felt your heart pang at Mike's words. "You made that clear."

Mike squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. He didn't know why he could never have a normal conversation with you. "No, I didn't mean it like that. I, ugh. I like you." he blurted out, immediately feeling his cheeks go red.

You stared at him, "What?"

"I like you Y/N. Not in a friend way."

You felt your heart rate quicken as you began to realise what he was talking about, "Like in a Max and Lucas way?"

He nodded, "And that's not an excuse for how I was acting, I just didn't know how else to deal with it cause I know you don't like me that way, and being a jerk was the only thing I knew I could do. I don't know how to be a good boyfriend, I know how to be a jerk."

You stared at Mike for a while, gathering up all your thoughts before you spoke, "You're wrong Mike."

"What? I wasn't a jerk?"

"No," you furrowed your brows, "You were definitely a jerk. You're wrong cause you said I don't like you."

Mike froze. "Huh?"

"I like you too Mike. When you're not acting like a jerk though, so fucking stop that."

"Oh." he sighed in relief, cheeks burning bright red. "I was not expecting that."

"Yeah, because you're also an idiot."

buy me a coffee <3

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stardancerluv · 2 years

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Eddie Munson - Master List

Wow! I had no idea this was going to happen! Thank you for all the love on my Eddie story!

Blossoming of a Shy Violet

- Reader…the new girl at Hawkins meets Eddie Munson…and her life will never be the same.

Story contains…fluff…angst..smut…possible violence…so please 18+ and the reader is fem!

If you would like to be tagged…please let me know!

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen

Part Twenty

Part Twenty - One

Part Twenty - Two

Part Twenty - Three

Part Twenty - Four

Part Twenty - Five

Part Twenty - Six

Christmas with Eddie and the Gang

#joseph quinn #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #masterlist #eddie munson fluff #eddie muson angst #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn fanfiction #stranger things 4 fanfiction #stanger things 4 imagine #blossoming of a shy violet #stranger things 4 x reader #stranger things 4 eddie munson #stranger things 4 x you #stranger things 4 x y/n #joe quinn #eddie stranger things

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likesofsue · 1 year

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Just a little drabble, the fluffiest fluff ever. The reader is tired and cuddles up to Eddie who's more than happy to take care of them.

Tw: one tiny curse word

"Uff..." Eddie grunts as you almost tackle him on the old sofa in the living room of the Munson trailer - not forcefully, but gently - and push him down to curl up on his lap. Your face is buried in his tummy and you let out a deep sigh as his warmth slowly seeps into your own cold and exhausted body. Naturally, he wraps an arm around you to hold you even closer, fingers splayed to touch as much of your back as possible. As if to make sure that you're not just a dream and will vanish any second. And soon enough, his grunt turns into a breathy chuckle. "What are you doing, sweetheart?"

"Cuddle you..." you murmur. Your voice is muffled against his worn out band shirt, but you don't want to move and leave the coziness of your current position. "Missed you... Tired..."

"Hmm... I see. I got you, I got you. My beautiful Lúthien." He leans over you, his wild dark curls tickling your neck, and then presses a sloppy kiss to the crown of your head with an extra loud mwah. As always, when he uses this name for you, heat rises in your cheeks and you bury your face even deeper into his soft tummy. You absolutely adore it when Eddie gushes about his hobbies and interests, the way his pretty chocolate button eyes sparkle with glee and he gets all excited. But him calling you an elven maiden and most beautiful creature in all of Arda...this definitely hits different.

"Well, if I'm your beautiful Lúthien, then that makes you my brave and strong and handsome Beren. And you can't say anything against it, we both know it's a fact." Now you do move, shifting on his lap to look at him. You bring your hands up to brush a lose strand of hair from his face before cupping it. The pads of your thumbs slowly trace his velvet blush and you yawn quietly, eyes half closed and so very heavy. "My pretty boy. Love...you..."

"Shh, shh... Just rest for me, 'kay? I'm not going anywhere, I prommy. I'll take care of you." Eddie's heart almost explodes with love and happiness as he grabs the old fluffy blanket Uncle Wayne bought and wraps you in it. How can he be so lucky to hold such an angel in his arms? You mean the whole damn world to him and he would simply do anything for you to protect you. "I love you too. So fucking much."

His steady heartbeat and gentle touches are lulling you into the land of dreams and the last thing you feel before you fall asleep is his full lips against your forehead for the most tender kiss.

Warm. Safe. Loved. Home. That's how you both feel when you're together.

#okay I admit I'm a sucker for Eddie and all the LOTR references #I've been in the LOTR fandom since I was a kid #so yeah🥺#I love the fact that he's so nerdy #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson comfort #stranger things 4 x reader #my writings

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kohanayaki · 2 years

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.:Survive the Tide:. (Eddie Munson x Reader) Ch 1

After discovering a portal to another dimension, infiltrating an underground secret Russian facility, and fighting literal monsters to save the world not once but twice, you'd think the bulk of your problems would be behind you. Enter: Eddie Munson. You thought you were done with long haired, leather jacket wearing men after dating Billy Hargrove, but Eddie seemed different. He was sweet, he was creative, he was honestly kind of a dork, and now he's convicted of murder. Needless to say, harboring a fugitive isn't exactly how you pictured your spring break going.

LINKS: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Ch 1 .:Resurface:.

“The suspect we're currently in pursuit of is Eddie Munson. All Hawkins residents are advised to. . .”

No.

No, no, no.

The world seemed to close in around you; you felt your stare at the TV screen shift in and out of focus, the sound of your blood roaring in your ears drowning out anything else the deputy had to say. You refused to believe that Eddie could do something like this. Eddie, who drove you home when your 'friends' ditched you at a party. Eddie, who lent you his cassette collection and beamed like the sun when he found out you liked the same music. Eddie, who insisted on slowly leading a spider out of his trailer instead of crushing it despite being absolutely terrified. He couldn't have killed Chrissy.

But the officer was there on the screen, holding up a cropped yearbook photo of him in his Hellfire Club t-shirt.

And they said the body was nearly unidentifiable.

After Starcourt you tried your damnedest to return to normalcy, and for a time you thought you had. There were some days that almost felt like your life before you knew what really lied beneath Hawkins' skin. Then there were days like this, where it felt like the weight of the world was returned to your shoulders, a crushing sense of doom pressing down on your chest. You thought this year would be peaceful. Relatively, at least. But so much had changed in so little time. . .

~Six months ago~

The school cafeteria at Hawkins High was less like the shitty buffet it was meant to be, and more like a gladiator arena. Students flocked together in protective groups, quickly sweeping the grounds and claiming their territory, but never daring to get close to the center table. No, that was reserved for the court— the cheerleaders and the basketball team. You affiliated yourself with neither, so how was it that you came to be sitting there? Simple: Chrissy Cunningham.

The two of you had known each other since kindergarten, practically growing up at each others houses. Although you drifted apart as you got older, especially as she started dating Jason and you became friends with Steve's group, you could tell that she'd been having a hard time lately. With what, you wouldn't push to know, but you could tell she was grateful to have someone by her side that she could trust, and you were happy to be that someone after you saw how the rest of the cheer team treated her.

And so, for the last week or so you'd taken up residence at the center table to make sure she wasn't getting shit from anyone. You'd expected to get at least some kind of backlash from the cheer team, but they hardly paid you any attention. That was one of the perks of being a social drifter— you weren't part of the popular group, but you weren't targeted by them either.

The basketball players, however, were a different beast.

You groaned as you spotted Jason Carver making his way down the hallway with the majority of the varsity team. People parted like the red sea for him while he smiled and waved to the other students like he was the goddamn mayor.

His eyes lit up as he spotted Chrissy, striding over and practically pushing you out of your seat as he wedged himself between you to kiss her.

“How are you, baby?”

“I'm-”

“Great! Party at my place this Saturday,” he cut her off, that smile still plastered on his face as he handed her a neon orange flier, “It's to celebrate our win earlier this week, wear something pretty for me.”

“Oh, right,” Chrissy said, managing a nervous smile.

You, on the other hand, felt like slapping him. Chrissy didn't like parties because of how anxious they made her, something she's told him multiple times. If Jason noticed her uncomfortably fidgeting with the cuffs of her jacket, he showed no sign of being concerned about it. He just gave her another unnecessarily intimate kiss for a school lunch room before walking off to grab his food. You glared at the back of his head until he reached the end of the line, turning to Chrissy.

“Remind me why you're dating that asshole again?” you said quietly. Jason never necessarily did anything bad to you; he was always just sort of in the background when you hung out with Chrissy, but you couldn't stand the way he treated people.

“Y/n,” Chrissy sighed, “I know how he can get sometimes, but Jason’s your friend too.”

“No, you’re my friend and he’s your boyfriend, so I’m legally obligated to tolerate him,” you supplied, “not the same thing. Sitting at this table doesn't make me his friend. I'm here for you, Chris.”

“I know,” she said sheepishly, “thank you. . . I'm sure you'd rather be somewhere else.”

“What, and let you suffer here alone?” you grinned, “not a chance.”

Right on queue Jason came back with his food tray, shouldering passing students out of the way as he did. Just as he was about to sit down, what looked like a blur of black few past him, knocking him off balance and sending a few items on his tray toppling over. As the blur slowed to a stop and turned around, you were met with a student that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

His hair was the first thing you noticed, dark brown tresses teased to the gods and falling in loose waves around his face. A chain hung off his belt, clanking against the studs whenever he moved. He wore a ripped denim jacket with a multitude of pins and patches of bands you recognized, and a shit-eating grin on his face.

You felt like you knew him from somewhere.

“Sorry, man,” he said to Jason, his expression telling you that while he really hadn't meant to do it, he certainly wasn't sorry about it.

“Watch where you're fuckin' going, freak,” Jason snarled. He slammed his tray down, making Chrissy jump as he got in his face. The other man didn't back down, his grin only spreading as Jason turned red from the neck up.

“You stay the fuck away from here, you got it, Munson?” Jason glared.

Munson. That's where you knew him. You recognized him from the Hellfire Club yearbook picture Dustin carried around in his folder. This must be Eddie, the guy the kids basically idolized. Even though Jason was threatening him, Eddie looked thoroughly unbothered. The look in his eyes almost dared Jason to hit him; you could tell they've done this same song and dance before.

“Last I checked, everyone's allowed to eat food in the place the school makes us eat food in,” Eddie said, gesturing around to the room with his arms as he turned to leave. Jason lunged forward, grabbing him by the collar of his jacket.

“That's it-”

“Carver, would you take the one-sided dick measuring contest somewhere else, please?”

The whole table seemed to freeze at your words, their focus moving to you.

“What?” Jason said, his jaw taught and his grip still tight on Eddie's jacket.

“Give it a fucking rest,” you reiterated, “you're starting shit just to start it, and I'm trying to eat in peace for once.”

“He needs to learn some fucking respect-”

“It's a pudding cup, Carver. Pretty sure you'll make it through this.”

Eddie couldn't help but chuckle. Even a couple boys from the basketball team snickered at your words, though they were shut up quickly by Jason's stare snapping to them. Jason let out a harsh breath as he loosened his grip on Eddie, his cross-hairs slowly shifting to you.

Now it was the whole cafeteria whose eyes were on you two. You stared back at Jason, unyielding. Although you were the one sitting down, there was no question that you were playing on even ground. Unlike Jason, you had friends in nearly every clique at Hawkins High, so while most of the cheerleaders and basketball players were firmly on Jason's side, you knew there were plenty of others waiting for him to be put in his place.

“Maybe you should mind your damn business, (L/n),” he said, fighting to keep his voice even.

“I will when you stop treating everyone around you like shit,” you fired back, ice in your tone, “that includes your girlfriend.”

A chorus of rising murmurs spread through the space— some shocked, others anticipatory.

This sure was an arena, and the audience couldn't wait to see who slaughtered who.

Suddenly the shrill sound of the bell rang out through the cafeteria, and you almost laughed at the timing. The other students began to disperse, scattering off to their other classes. Eventually Jason was pulled away by another one of the basketball guys, and you packed up your things for your next class. Eddie saw the glimmer of victory in your eyes as you did.

He'd noticed you right away, standing out like a sore thumb in your David Bowie t-shirt and denim jacket among the sea of green and gold varsity uniforms. You confused him, but not in a bad way. You'd always stayed out of the way whenever Jason went on one of his stunts, what made you say something this time? It couldn't have been because of him, Eddie was 100% sure you didn't know he existed before today.

His pulse leaped into his throat as you turned around to meet his gaze, that gleam in your eyes not having left. You gave him a small smile before slinging your bag over your shoulder and disappearing into the wave of exiting students.

All right, so maybe you knew he existed now.

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You sighed as you strode quickly down the hallway before school started next day. Although your eyes were trained on the open book in front of you, you could practically feel the eyes boring into you from all angles; and although your headphones drowned out the noise, you could tell they were whispering about you. Your stunt in the cafeteria had people talking, and honestly you found it stupid that they were making it such a big deal in the first place. Jason's never had anyone talk back to him, and for what? The fear of a little social backlash? To be fair, Freshman year you would have done anything to avoid getting on the popular crowd's bad side, but after surviving the horrors of the Upside Down, you knew at the very least you could handle Jason Carver's entitled-white-boy wrath. Near death experiences had a way of giving you a little perspective.

With a good twenty minutes before your first class started, you decided to take the time for yourself away from the prying eyes and shit-talking mouths for a little while. You stopped underneath one of the trees by the edge of the schoolyard, leaning against the trunk and relishing the shade for a moment. You slipped your backpack off and set it on the ground, about to sit down when you suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder. You jolted, looking to your side only to find no one there. You whipped your head around, but there was no one behind you either. That's when you saw a hand clad in silver rings come from above you and tap you on the shoulder again.

You let out a small yelp and staggered back, the movement making your headphones slide down to your shoulders. Heat rose to your cheeks as your music played outloud, and you quickly paused your walkman. A chuckle reached your ears, and you looked up to see Eddie lounging comfortably between two branches in the tree above you, his legs swinging freely beneath him.

“You trying to kill me, Munson?” you huffed, your heart pounding.

“Sorry about that, princess,” he said, that impish smile ever present on his face, “didn't mean to scare my savior, especially now that I know she listens to Ozzy. That's Secret Loser off his new album, right? Definitely didn't take you for the type.”

“Well what did you take me for?” you said, your arms crossing defensively despite the grin that tugged at your lips.

Eddie tilted his head, pretending to think about it.

“Hmm. . . somewhere at the intersection of preppy and weird art kid, so Kate Bush I guess?”

“Well I like her music too,” you said, “Shockingly, human beings can be multifaceted.”

“Well don't blame me for being surprised when most of the people here have about as much depth as a blow up pool,” Eddie jabbed.

“You include yourself in that?” you quirked a brow.

“Duh, look how I'm dressed.”

He was joking, but he wasn't totally wrong. He was wearing his Hellfire club t-shirt, the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms and exposing the tattoos you didn't realize he had. His hands were covered in thick silver rings, matching the chains hanging from his belt and his wrists. His black jeans were torn at the knees, and hanging off the branch next to where he sat was his denim vest and leather jacket with a picture of Dio's latest album cover printed across the back. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, or the fact that he genuinely didn't seem to care what other people thought of him, but you'd never realized how attractive he actually was.

“Could have just taken a picture for you,” Eddie said, snapping you out of your train of thought. You flushed as you realized how long you must have been blatantly staring at him. “Didn't know you were gonna size me up.”

“Just doing what you asked me to,” you said, sounding a lot more confident than you felt; a tactic that worked, if the blooming color in his cheeks was anything to go by.

“Every person has layers,” you finished your point, trying to get your heart rate under control.

“Not Jason Carver.”

“I said every person.”

Eddie laughed at that, the sound so warm and resonant you could almost feel it in your own chest. So much for your heart rate.

“Speaking of, never got to thank you for yesterday,” he said.

“Well, it was more about my not liking Carver than my concern and care for you, but I'll let you believe that,” you said playfully.

“Cold,” Eddie chuckled, swinging his legs over the branch and dropping to the ground, “Still, it takes guts standing up to the new king of Hawkins High,”

“With Jason it's more of a dictatorship, but thanks.”

“Well said,” he grinned, “starting an uprising against the dickish forces of the basketball team. Never would’ve seen it coming from (Y/n) (L/n), right hand of Steve Harrington.”

“First of all, never call me Steve's right hand again,” you scoffed.

Eddie was unable to hold back the string of surprised laughter that escaped his lips, not expecting the innuendo from you.

“And second, I only started hanging out with him after he stopped being an ass,” you finished.

“Right, got it,” Eddie said, tapping the side of his head, “. . . was I absent that day?”

You shot him a sharp look and he smiled, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“He's sweet,” you defended your friend.

“In all my time at this school I've never heard the words 'Steve Harrington' and 'sweet' in the same sentence,” he said, “and I've been here for-”

“Ten years, I know.”

“Ha, ha,” Eddie deadpanned.

You laughed, your smile seemingly lighting you up from the inside, and Eddie found himself smiling along with you. He surprised himself with how natural your back and forth felt to him. You were usually hanging around Steve and Nancy or Billy, and more recently Robin— people whose social circles didn't really overlap with his own unless they were really trashed at a party. Of course he knew who you were, it was impossible not to know everyone in a small school like this, but this was the first time you'd ever had a real conversation; one that Eddie was enjoying more than he'd like to admit.

“Y'know, that's not the first time you've stood up for me,” he said after a short while.

“It's not?” you asked, raising a brow.

Eddie drew in a long breath, crossing his arms and shaking his head in mock disappointment.

“Ouch,” he smirked, “Think back, (L/n). Dive into that memory palace. Back to about 6th grade, middle school talent show. You sang a Journey song, and I. . .”

“Played guitar, holy shit!” you laughed, the moment now vividly pictured in your head.

Eddie beamed, his index finger ringing an imaginary bell above his head and his smile impossibly infectious.

“Ding ding ding! Well, you seem to remember my performance on a generally positive note, so I'll overlook you forgetting.”

“Can you blame me? You were bald back then.”

“Buzzed, thank you very much.”

“Bald in comparison,” you snorted, reaching up to push a few of the unruly strands out of his face. He swatted your hand away playfully, trying to ignore the way his stomach flipped at the feeling of your fingers running through his hair.

“But you do remember?” he covered quickly, “Jimmy Hathaway made fun of me after the show-”

“And I tripped him into the wet pavement outside,” you finished, heat rising to your face again as you recalled your temper as a child, even shorter than it was now.

“Exactly. You know, I bet the imprint from his fall is still on that sidewalk to this day,” Eddie mused, “a great tribute to your heroic deed.”

“Jimmy's parents sure didn't see it that way,” you said with that sly glimmer back in your eyes that made Eddie unable to look away, “something about me being in correspondence with the devil.”

“There any truth to that?”

“I don't know, haven't seen him in a while.”

Eddie laughed breathlessly, staring at you with something akin to amazement in his eyes and wondering why he hadn't ambushed you from a tree sooner.

“Too far?” you coughed out awkwardly.

“You kidding?” Eddie blinked as he came back to reality, “You're talking to the school freak here. To the general student body, no one's more 'in correspondence with the devil' than me.”

“What, because you're the grand warlock of your club or something?”

“Dungeon Master, actually,” Eddie corrected with a flourish.

“Kinky.”

You grinned as Eddie's face flushed immediately.

“That's not what it-”

“I know,” you chuckled, “I just wanted to mess with you.”

Eddie huffed indignantly, but did little to fight the upward quirk of his lips.

“So you actually know about D&D?”

“I practically babysat the boys when we were younger,” you told him, “I was there when they were still designing their characters and figuring out what campaign even was. Besides, who do you think picks them up from Hellfire? I'm not gonna trust any of those twerps with a car.”

“You're something else, (L/n),” he said.

“So you thought I'd be boring?” you joked.

“Nah, just thought you'd be meaner,” Eddie admitted with a smile, “especially after watching you rip Carver a new one.”

“Mean in a pretentious kind of way?”

“Mean in a pretty, popular girl kind of way.”

“I'm not that popular,” you said, avoiding the fact that he basically just called you pretty like the plague for your own sake, “I've only been sitting with those jerks because I'm friends with Chrissy.”

“Yeah, but people actually like you,” he said, meandering around the trunk of the tree, “That's gotta score you more points than sitting at some stupid table. You're at the top of the leaderboard compared to me.”

“You don't seem to care about it that much,” you said.

“Neither do you,” he pointed out.

“Fair enough.”

You turned to look him in the eyes and Eddie could have sworn his heart stopped for a second. It's not like he's never noticed how beautiful you were— it was blatantly obvious to anyone that saw you— but he considered you so far out of his league that he never even entertained the thought for more than a second. Honestly, he was shocked that you even gave him the time of day. You, who were friends with people like Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, and Chrissy Cunningham. Not people like the freak of Hawkins High who blasted Metallica from his beat-up van and ran a D&D club.

Your eyes were what kept him held fast. They almost seemed to glow; full of life and intelligence and mischief. He wondered how in the hell you were able to be so bright after last year. He'd heard you'd been inside Starcourt Mall when the explosions went off, and he knew although you and Billy Hargrove had a falling out the semester before he died, you cared for him in some way. But somehow that light inside you still seemed intact, always ready with a quick comeback or a witty joke, and he had no idea how you did it.

Eddie realized that the whole time his brain had been scrambling, you'd still just been looking at him. When he came back down to earth you seemed to notice, a small chuckle rising in your chest. Your gaze held his so gently, and there was something about the contact that made him feel oddly at ease. As he racked his brain for what it was, he realized that you didn't look at him like everyone else did: like you were trying to figure him out. You were just taking him as he was.

You shifted your weight slightly, your teeth catching your bottom lip out of nervous habit, a movement Eddie used every ounce of his willpower not to look down at. Then, just as you opened your mouth to say something, the morning bell rang, the sound considerably less welcome than it was yesterday in the cafeteria.

You wanted to slam your head into the trunk of the tree. Of course.

“Well this was-”

“I should probably-”

You both laughed softly as your words overlapped.

“I'll, uh. . . see you around,” Eddie said, grabbing his jacket from the tree.

You smiled, slinging your bag over your shoulder and picking up your abandoned book.

“Is that a promise?” you teased.

“Swear it on my grandmother's grave,” Eddie said, raising his left hand with his right over his heart, “She's still alive, but you get the point. Planning ahead.”

You laughed for what felt like the hundredth time that morning, a sound Eddie was determined to be the cause of again.

“I'll hold you to that, Dungeon Master.”

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cbkeats · 2 years

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⋆˙ Eddie Munson Headcannons!!!

summary: I love my dark, curly haired, nerd punks as much as the next idiot, but let me tell you exactly why; between sharing interests and personal space, here's a few things I think would come included with your Eddie Munson Boyfriend Pack™ :)

wc: 645 words, short n' sweet !

warnings/tags: sexual behavior implied but not explicit, gn!reader, fluff

⚘᠂ strong attempts on his part to clean / tidy up a bit before someone important to him comes over. things like gathering up any old dishes, bottles, or cans, emptying ashtrays and throwing dirty laundry into a more discreet spot to be dealt with later. maybe he makes his bed and makes sure all his drawers are closed, picks shit off the floors and makes sure whatever needs to be put back, is.

⚘᠂ it's a show that isn't actually all that necessary considering how long and how well he's been know, but it's sweet and welcome nonetheless.

⚘᠂ You’ll be carrying hair ties on your wrist if you don't already do so. Maybe you can even teach him how to take care of it lmao

⚘᠂ sitting on his lap (or vice versa?) for physical contact and also to provide a familiar weight that can keep him still. his fingers will still tap, and fiddle with things like the hem of your shirt or your own hands, but be careful because he will get handsy very quickly (it's the understimulated/bored ADHD needing instant gratification for me)

⚘᠂ sometimes you can sus out his more suggestive motivations by what rings are on which fingers (or more like which ones they're specifically Not on)

⚘᠂ it means enduring the sudden bursts of dancing and movement that possess him during the music he's listening to, fully jumping up and giving in, putting that hair to such good use

⚘᠂ mutually strong hugs!!!! hold him tight he'll hug you tighter! in good times it's more like a challenge or a joke; a "see how far we can get before someone injured their ribs" kind of thing, but in times of panic it can be grounding for both of you, a reminder that you're both still kickin’.

⚘᠂ He can’t rollerskate worth a shit. doesn't really matter because it's not his scene nor his music - but you can drag him into a rink anyway.

- (take it as you will: either u make him, and he manages to pick it up, or you circle around as he watches from the wall- all holding hands and smiles with sudden cocky bursts of competitiveness or showboating, and nervous near-falling when transitioning on and off of the rink

⚘᠂ but speaking of music: sitting in on his rehearsals, he might sound terrible, it's his house shows and small gigs that matter tho and you make yourself loud and known, biggest fan #1

⚘᠂ he's the type to crowd you randomly before backing up after surprising you to gauge ur reaction. it just doesn't occur to him to be conscious of it, but he'll continue his theatrics when he can tell you're caught up.

- he's the type to go for back hugs and resting his chin on your shoulder (whileee rocking back and forth just to be annoying)

⚘᠂ i wish so hard that lord of the rings came out at this time so i can say: please watch lord of the rings with him he would love it it would be great. but i can't, you can't - im gonna cry real

⚘᠂ him skipping school or leaving early or during lunch to go find you at work or at home (also didn't fully communicate)- leaving campus

⚘᠂ that handkerchief isn't in his pocket for no reason, babe. check the tapes, there's cuffs on his wall. he's been outcast he's a little fucked up is a little high-chasing and he's got his painful skin markings - he likes it! let's do it

⚘᠂ chances are he's never seen the ocean, the biggest body of water would have been a lake, but i think as someone who's lived on a coast their whole life i'd love to see him see it. he might now how to swim.. even if he doesn't, he'd have fun getting goofy on the beach, playing with the sand, throwing water, droplets off his curls

a/n: first post!! it's not my branding and a little bit short, but i wanted to start somewhere - big things are cooking up! hope you enjoy and your time is really appreciated!! written with the help of @somnichron ⋆˙⊹ .

#kit writes #eddie my beloved #eddie munson x reader #x gn!reader #x gender neutral reader #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things 4 x reader #x reader headcanons #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x male y/n

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those-sea-green-eyes · 2 years

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The One Where They Get Together

Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: Cursing, no st4 spoilers except that Eddie exists, insecurities

I kept the reader very neutral in this, so this is also POC friendly!

The fact that you were friends with Eddie Munson was beyond you. You were a person who kept mostly to yourself, but being friends with Dustin, Mike, and Lucas made it pretty difficult to stay under the radar. You met Eddie after the boys had started attending the Hellfire club, resulting in them begging you for rides to their weekly sessions. You were at first put off by him, a bit spooked and standoffish. But after getting to know him, and learning how much of a giant sweetheart he is, you ended up falling for him.

It was about three weeks after Mike, Dustin, and Lucas had started mooching off your kindness for rides that you had decided to sit in and watch their campaign. You had nothing else better to do, and didn’t feel like going home to an empty house for the night, so there you were, sitting in the back corner of the room whilst they set up their session.

“(Y/n), you should come sit with us. You can see way better than from back there.” Dustin called over his shoulder as he pulled his DnD folders from his backpack. You awkwardly scooched a chair beside Mike, regrettably around the corner to Eddie’s chair. You gave him a small smile and gulped nervously as he set his papers up, nodding to you in response.

It was funny watching them all react to the various things happening throughout their session. Dustin, ever the dramatic one, got the most laughs out of you. You would’ve never known that in Eddie’s opinion, your laugh was one of the most harmonious things he’d heard. After the session came to an end, Eddie approached you as you waited for the younger teens to pack their things.

“Dustin talks about you all the time.” You startled and he put his hands up in defense. “Woah, calm down, not gonna curse you or anything.” He chuckled nervously. You had heard things about Eddie Munson from kids that passed your car from the times you’ve picked up the boys from school. They were never nice things, but you gathered that everyone thought he was a freak and a cultist. You were never one to go by the popular vote, but his loud personality still made you uneasy.

“No, of course not.” You nervously chuckled, wringing your hands together and picking at the hem of your shirt - terrible anxious habits you’d developed. Eddie noticed.

“If you’re worried about what Dustin says, he means well. Always says good things. More so about how ‘incredibly amazing’ you are. I think he thinks of you as a big sister if I’m being honest.” That put a soft smile on your face. Dustin was always your favorite out of the trio, even if he was a pain in the ass sometimes. You thought of him as a younger brother, always being overly protective of him whenever Steve wasn’t there to do the same.

“That’s- funny that you say that. Though I think he’d rather be caught dead before he said any of that to my face.” He laughed, doubling over. His laugh caught you so off guard, sending tiny, rogue butterflies into the pit of your stomach. You lightly slapped your stomach, as you rid yourself of this foreign feeling. You had no idea what was so funny about what you had said, but you were glad you made him laugh.

“Sor- sorry! It’s just funny cause it’s totally true. He’d murder me if he found out I told you any of this. But he really does look up to you. Kinda makes me jealous.” He gave you a sly smirk. Damn him. You knew from then and there you were royally screwed.

Many months had gone by since that day, and you and Eddie had gotten closer. You always hung out when you had free time, mostly just hanging out in his room in his uncle’s trailer. He loved playing you songs on his guitar, which you always loved listening to. Most were covers, but there were few times where he’d play you his own writing, things his band hadn’t even heard yet, which made you feel special. You weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose, which he probably wasn’t, but the guy never seemed to give your heart a damn break. It seemed like every ten minutes he was doing something that made your stomach do flips and your heart swell. Your favorite pass time with him was watching him play solos during his band practices. Seeing him in his element was something you could would watch forever. There never seemed to be a dull moment with Eddie, as he always had something for the two of you to do. Honestly, you were happy with whatever you two did as long as you got to see him smile. God, that damn smile. His genuine, beautiful smile that could kill you. Even more so if you’re the reason he’s smiling.

You were talking to Robin during her shift at Family Video, ranting about your feelings towards the metal-head.

“God (y/n), just tell him already so my suffering will end!” She groans, tilting her head back and sighing.

“It’s really not that easy, Robin. He wouldn’t want to go out with someone like me.”

“And who’s to say he won’t?” She raised an eyebrow at you. You deadpanned at her, as she should know the reason why, but you humored her anyway.

“Because I’m awkward, and quiet. I’m always nervous about anything and everything, and yet when I get to talking around someone I like, I never shut up! I just rant and rant about anything, and it’s like my brain is moving faster than my mouth- or rather my mouth is moving faster than my brain. And it’s like I can’t stop talking and I’m just worried I’ll say the wrong thing and end up driving him away from me to the point where he won’t want to have anything to do with me-”

“(Y/n)!!” You jumped and whipped around to her.

“Sorry.” You whispered, lowering your head in embarrassment. “See what I mean?”

“Yes! I do! I know exactly what you mean.” She laughed at herself and mumbled something you couldn’t hear.

“I just don’t know what to do anymore, Robin. He does things that make it seem like he feels the same, but then at the same time, there’s no way he could want to be with me that way. I feel like sometimes he doesn’t even want to be with me as a friend. I mean, he’s my closest friend - aside from you of course.”

“(Y/n), really the only way to know for sure about any of this is to just tell him.”

You knew she was right, but you really didn’t think it was a good idea. It terrified you to even think about telling Eddie any of this. You treasured the relationship you had with him now, and didn’t want to risk destroying it. You could live with these feelings bottled up if it meant you’d never have the chance of losing him.

Later that day you had walked to Eddie’s to hang out. It was already dark out, but you’d spent countless late nights in his room. There were times where you’d fallen asleep on his bed, but you’d never spent the night, feeling as though you were overstaying your welcome. Aside from feeling guilty for selfishly wanting to spend more time with him just to pretend to an extent that he did return the same feelings you had for him. His uncle wasn’t home, working the night shift as he normally did, and so you walked right into the trailer. You heard music from Eddie’s room and noticed the door was closed. You knocked a few times, and after hearing a soft ‘come in’ from the other side, you entered the dark room.

“Hey Eds.” You greeted as you kicked your shoes off by the door.

“Hey sweetheart.” He smiled brightly.

Damn him.

He leaned over the side of his bed to turn his music down as you crossed his room to his tattered beanbag chair. He watched as you plopped onto the chair, sighing as your bones and muscles settled.

“Long day?” He asked, eyes never leaving your figure.

“You could say that.” You laughed dryly, recalling the tomfoolery you had witnessed hours prior. “My coworker and I were the only ones working the shift tonight and she fucking ditched me and left early cause apparently her boyfriend needed her over for an “emergency” and I know damn well he just wanted her over so they could fuck, and on top of that, Lucas and Dustin were arguing over something unnecessary, as they always do, and Mike just had to intervene and they all ended up arguing with each other and it just gave me the worst headache.” He laughed at your rant and shook his head.

“Sounds like a fantastic day.”

You turned your attention from the ceiling to him as he propped his guitar against the wall, standing and stretching, the bottom of his shirt showing a peak of his stomach. You shook your head as to clear away any thoughts and redirected your attention to his guitar. Maybe you could try playing it?

You’d thought about playing his guitar before, but was hesitant. Hell, that guitar was the love of his life, he’s probably the only person who ever touches it, much less plays it. He’d probably guard the thing with his life.

“Hey, could I... could I try playing her?” You cleared your throat as you adjusted your posture, awkwardly sitting straight up. Your heart dropped for a second as he stared at you. Yea he’s probably livid.

“Uh, yeah. Yes, of course! Of course you can play, of course!” He rambled as he handed you his guitar, the cool mahogany of the body hitting your skin. You had always admired his guitar, it seemed to be the thing that had his attention majority of the time. Eddie would always say otherwise. He plugged in the amp chord, and you strummed the strings, a sharp sting of notes ringing throughout the small room. He absentmindedly smiled as he watched you - beautiful you - strumming his guitar. You looked perfect, being slightly swallowed by the gigantic bean bag chair, clothes slightly disheveled.

You could remember a few guitar lessons you took as a kid and failed miserably at trying to replay them. Every other note being a key off, strumming the wrong string, etc. You cringed every time you messed up, silently praying Eddie would just snatch the damn thing out of your arms to get you to stop. But he didn’t, and you looked up at him, noticing how silent he’d been the past few moments.

“Sorry I’m shit.” A light chuckle came from him as he walked over to you, sitting down beside you.

“Here.” He lightly grabbed your waist and maneuvered you in between his legs, placing his hands over yours on the guitar. Your brain short-circuited. He proceeded to place your fingers onto different strings and frets for a chord before he instructed you to strum. You immediately complied and played a beautiful chord.

“There ya go! That was an E chord.” You nodded your head in response, not trusting your voice. You strummed again and lightly smiled. You looked back at him, the same smile that makes your heart soar donning his face. He looked so proud. “Sorry, I didn’t think I could explain it very well, so I figured I’d just show you?”

You tried so hard not to break then and there. Keyword tried.

“You’re amazing.” It was just as you had told Robin, your mouth moved faster than your brain.

“Wha-?” He looked taken aback, shocked, dumbfounded, whatever you could call it, but it didn’t help the fact that your heart sank into the pits of hell. You whipped around so fast it probably gave both of you whiplash.

“I- I meant that your playing is amazing! You know, like how when I watch your band practice? O-or when we’re just together and you play those songs you only let me hear? I really like it, I do, and I think it’s amazing, and you’re amazing, and I don’t mean that in a weird way or anything cause like, I like you, but you’re just amazing and I feel like I can’t measure up to that and just that I’m probably the last person on the planet you’d go out with cause like I’m weird and not that pretty, ya know?” You trailed off and left Eddie speechless. Your hands were shaking, hell, your whole body was shaking, at the thought of him kicking you out and never wanting to talk to you again. There was a deadly silence before he spoke.

“I- I don’t- I mean it’s- you-” With every word that fell from his mouth, your heart broke more.

So you made up your mind, before he could do shut you down, you’d beat him to it. And you did. You shot up and grabbed your car keys, sprinting out of the trailer.

“Wait, (y/n)!” You heard him from outside. You didn’t want to stop and hear the cliché “you’re cool and all but I only see you as a friend” speech. Sliding into your car and shutting the door, you saw him exit the trailer and pause at the front door, watching you back out of the driveway and drive off into the darkness.

“Shit, shit, shit.” He kicked the doorframe as hurled more curses at himself and into the silence of the trailer park.

You pulled over on the side of the road before you even left the entrance of the trailer park. Sobbing your heart out, all you could think of was how Eddie thinks of you now. You looked like a blabbering idiot in front of him. You just wanted to to crawl into a hole and die at this point.

Eddie had turned the entire trailer upside down looking for his keys.

“Goddamnit!! I just had those shits!” Once he finally found them and scrambled into his van, the engine turned over and sputtered. The battery was dead.

“You’ve got to be shitting me!!” He tried and tried again, fingers crossed each time that the vehicle would miraculously start, but to no avail. With a defeated sigh he slammed his head against the wheel. Everything had just started to seep in for him. He hoped he’d heard you right when you said you liked him. He could barely get a word out after you had stopped talking before you sped out of the house. The whole situation mainly confused him more than anything else. You like him. He beamed at the thought.

On the other hand, you finally composed yourself enough to be able to drive back home safely. Crashing down onto your bed, you buried your head in your pillow and screamed. How could you be so stupid.

You couldn’t sleep that night.

For days you avoided Eddie at all costs. There were times where he’d try to stop you before you left after dropping the boys off at Hellfire, but you thankfully able to leave before he could reach the car. But alas, the universe was adamantly out to get you, because Dustin showed up to your house later in the week with Eddie not far behind him.

“Look, I don’t know what happened between you two, but you need to make up. Eddie won’t shut up about how you keep avoiding him, and you are quite frankly pissing me off with how fast you rush us out of the car whenever you drop us off.” You directed your attention from Dustin to behind him where Eddie stood a few feet from your front porch. He had his back slightly turned, looking anywhere but at the two of you. Your heart sank a little, twinging with a tad bit of guilt. You felt bad for avoiding him, but at the same time he looked like he didn’t want to be here, standing by your front door as Dustin demanded the two of you talk.

“Look, Dustin, this is a waste of time. Let’s just go.” Eddie spoke, and the tone of his voice made your flinch. He sounded so cold, kind of pissed off. You wouldn’t blame him.

“Eddie I-” Your voice caught in your throat. Again, your mouth moving ever faster than you brain. He turned to you, and the look on his face was unreadable. You lowered your head in embarrassment as Dustin spoke once more.

“In all honesty, it hurts me seeing you two so distant. I’m only gonna say this once, but I look up to the both of you very much and seeing this rift between you two kills me. So don’t make me be the adult in this situation and just tell each other you’re in love!” You and Eddie were both speechless, both at Dustin’s maturity and confession, but also his blunt words. Dustin looked at you and motioned with his hands towards Eddie, a silent plea to talk to him, and walked past you to enter your house - most likely to raid your kitchen.

You and Eddie didn’t move for a while. You tried to collect your thoughts on how’ to approached the situation, occasionally hearing Eddie pace back and forth. You broke the ice first.

“I’m sorry.” He froze. “I... I didn’t mean to say what I said, I was- I don’t know what I was thinking, really. There was so much going on in my head in that moment, that I just- I guess I just couldn’t keep any of it bottled up anymore.” There was a beat of silence before you got a response.

“Why?” Your embarrassment turned into slight confusion at his question.

“What do you mean why?”

“Why didn’t you mean to say it?” You took a shaky breath and steadied yourself, earning a concerned look from him.

“Eds...” His heart flipped at hearing the nickname. “I didn’t want to lose you. I thought that these stupid feelings I have for you would make you hate me and never talk to me again and I-” Eddie called your name, but it fell silent on your ears. “I understand if that’s something you want to do because I get that I’m not that great and not that attractive-” Again he said your name, and again you didn’t hear. “And I know I’m quiet like all the time and I say stupid awkward stuff without even thinking, and I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I love you Eddie, I really do, and I’m so scared because I don’t know what to do- ”

“(Y/n)!” You jumped and looked up, Eddie standing right in front of you. Your breath was shaky while tears swelled in your eyes, threatening to fall. Eddie’s hand hovered over the sides of your face for a second, almost as if he was hesitant, before he wiped stray tears that had broken the dam. You couldn’t comprehend what was happening, but you could feel his lightly calloused fingers brushing over your cheeks. The smile on his face showed nothing but adoration as he looked down at you.

“Sweetheart, please don’t cry, especially over me, I’m not worth it.” You nodded in response, unable to speak from choking back tears.

“I’m so sorry Eddie.” You stuttered out in between sobs.

“Hey- hey, look at me. You do not need to apologize. I- I promise you I love you just the same. I swear to you, I do. So please don’t apologize. If anything, I’m sorry you’re stuck with me.” A dry chuckle escaped his lips as he averted his gaze, a light blush across his cheeks. You would engrave the image in your mind if you could. An unusual burst of confidence surged through you as you cupped his face in your hands and glanced between his eyes and lips. You paused in confusion, his words now reaching your ears.

“Wait, why are you sorry?”

“I don’t know, I know I’m not good at this sort of stuff, so I guess it just made me feel like I couldn’t ask you out or anything.” He gestured between the two of you.

“Wait, you- you wanted to ask me out?”

“Well I thought I was being obvious.” He chuckled nervously, scratching the side of his neck.

“Do it then.” He looked confused and you giggled and looked down shyly. “Ask me out.” You whispered. And when you looked back up, there it was, that smile that you fell in love with.

“(Y/n) (y/l/n), would you do me the honor of going out with me?” He spoke in a theatric voice, making a grand gesture and bowing in front of you. You smiled brightly, and vigorously nodded your head.

“I would absolutely love to.” He smiled and picked you up, lightly spinning you around, the both of you laughing. Eddie suddenly pulled you into a kiss, sending goosebumps over your skin. It was a light, shy kiss, but one filled with love.

“Finally!!” You both jumped apart as Dustin stood at your front door. “Jesus, it took you both long enough. Mike and Lucas owe me ten.” He walked down the steps to your porch and over to your car. “Alright, let’s go, got a campaign session to get to. And don’t rush me this time!!” You laughed at his words as he hopped in the car. As you made your way to the car, Eddie slipped his hand into yours and intertwined your fingers. You looked at him and smiled. As you both entered the car, Dustin spoke up.

“Also, this doesn’t mean you can be all lovey-dovey during our campaigns or around me in general, it’s really gross.” He made a gagging gesture and you and Eddie chuckled.

“You got yourself into this mess.” Eddie spoke as he took your hand once more as you drove to the highschool, smiling to yourself.

The fact that you were going out with Eddie Munson was beyond you, but you’d have Dustin to thank for that.

#stranger things 4 #stranger things 4 eddie #stranger things 4 eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 x reader #poc reader #neutral reader #sharky writes shit #sharky writes

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darklcy · 9 months

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𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

─── ･.☽ . .───

‣ the upside down is frightening. your journey back to the real world knocks you behind a step, but eddie's there to notice.

‣ eddie munson x reader | stranger things masterlist | 843 words | comfort, fluff, kind of established relationship, kind of not, takes place in season 4

‣ i wrote this based on a dream i had where i kept hugging someone when i was scared; i know the scene with steve isn't entirely accurate to the canon story but for fanfic's sake please bear with me-

Breathing wasn’t easy.

Like re-experiencing childhood again, learning how to take the first steps, forgetting the rhythm of inhale, hold, exhale. Fingertips quivering, eyes blown wide, greasy, slicked hair slacked against your moist forehead and neck. A rumble and tremor with each step you take. This world was terrifying. And it lived beneath you all this time.

This forest was a mirror of the real world, Hawkins’s corpse surrounding the sky with claps of thunder and venomous beasts waiting to attack.

At least Steve wasn’t bleeding anymore. From back here, he appeared to walk normally, his grip on the flashlight strong and steady. A twig snapped under your shoe with a tumble. The two boys pause to glance back.

“You okay?”

Steve, always the caring figure. You feel yourself nod.

“..Yeah.”

The trudge through the trees continues, but not before Eddie reaches out. Steve's already turned his back, but a gentle hand caresses your arm.

“Walk up here.”

He urges you in front of him, closing any space behind you with himself. The two boys reawaken their conversation without another word.

The surprises in this world continue to pile on, as a human sized portal above you showed the real Hawkins on the other side, the carpeted floor of the Munson trailer along with Dustin Henderson. He heaves a blanket through the ceiling to fall in front of you with a soft thud.

“This is trippy…”

Robin’s comment fades in. You let her take the reins first. Once contact to the real world was made, you all watch as she flies straight down to the mattress in a sideways flip, a nervous bundle of laughter escaping her.

Her smile was contagious, and awoke some courage as you too grabbed hold of the fabric.

“Steady..”

Eddie murmurs behind you. You keep your glance upwards, hesitantly climbing up and up until a swoop-

…and your spine roughly hits the mattress.

“Woahh..”

You gasp out a chuckle, watching Eddie’s eyes meet yours in a kind squint. Robin and Dustin help you back to your feet, and the rest of the group file in.

“That was fun..Shit.”

Eddie’s remark curves your lips upwards slightly, and he doesn’t miss it. The second it’s there, it’s gone. He’s grateful he got to see it.

Reentering the human world outside the trailer, the fresh air makes your knees tremble, the brutal force of all you went through hitting at once. The group depart their separate ways, ready to reconvene in the morning, when you turn to him.

Eddie finds your eyes immediately. You’d lingered behind again, opting to remain in the back, unnoticed and undetected. You don’t waste a beat to run to him, arms tight around his middle and cheek resting on the Hellfire demon, his red face embracing yours.

Safe. You feel safe.

He stumbles a bit, taken by surprise, but his arms move on their own accord to embrace you back. You feel his palm keeping you to him, gently rubbing up and down your hair and back. In his arms, it's just you and him to worry about. No monsters, no earthquakes, no Vecna. Just him. Eddie.

He knows you’re frightened. He’d kept an eye on you throughout the whole Upside Down excursion, and he felt guilty in the sense he couldn’t protect you from your own fear. But under his hands he felt you calm down, your breaths slowing into a steady beat.

If this is what he can do to help you, he’ll be damned to let you go.

Steve’s house was home for the night. The drive there was quiet, bumpy and dark, but no longer than fifteen minutes. Eddie wasn’t comfortable letting you go home alone tonight. Neither were you.

The heated water poured out of the shower head and washed away the grime. Any residue of Lover’s Lake and bats swept down, down, the drain, replacing the cold with warmth. There was no energy to really delve into proper shower regime. You just wanted this stuff off.

Wrapping yourself up in a robe, damp hair dripping to the floor, you open the door to find him waiting.

“Hey.”

You shyly meet his eye. “..Hi.”

He doesn’t approach you immediately, allowing you to be the one to initiate any contact. He’s always careful with you.

You miss him and he’s standing right in front of you. Your arms raise as you step forward, your cheek nuzzling against the red demon once more. Eddie hums with his eyes closed, his chin resting atop your wet hair and arms tight around the soft robe. He leans you both side to side gently, as if rocking you to a gentle sleep.

Neither one of you talk. You just take a deep breath and sigh into his shirt. You could stay here forever, and you know he’d let you.

His lips press themselves onto your forehead when you part. When you meet his eyes again, beautiful pools of brown, his hidden message warms your mouth into a grin.

I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.

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ghosttownwherenoonegoes · 2 years

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You turn over roughly in bed, mattress groaning in protest. You huff, turn back around, sigh. Turn over. Move your leg up, huff, roll onto your back.

Eddie moans, disgruntled by all your tossing and turning. “Can’t get comfy, sweetheart?” His voice is rough with sleep and your heart clenches in your chest.

You shake your head; Eddie can’t see you in the dark but he can feel you. “Not close ‘nough.”

Eddie laughs under his breath, already rolling over. “C’mere,” he lays so that your foreheads are pressed together, Eddie’s hands all over you as he surrounds you with him. You’re already in his bed so the scent is there. The weight of him on the bed with you is there. The low lighting is there, and Ozzy is crooning in your ear. But Eddie’s body isn’t close enough. Even when he’s pressed up against you like this, it isn’t enough.

“Eddieeeee ~ “ you whine, genuinely frustrated. “Not close enough.”

Eddie doesn’t laugh this time, picks up on that melancholy which always lingers at your corners. He moves to lay flat on his back, arms suspended up above his head. “Take what you need from me, Y/N. I’ll do the rest.”

You go to him like you’re two magnets, laying atop him, your head on his chest and your legs between his, your arms under him like he’s a giant pillow. He’s bare chested so you easily nose at his skin, breath tickling and raising goosebumps, which you move to trace with a lazy finger. Eddie is relaxing under your touches, your constant and welcomed affection, and his total trust in you somehow makes you feel like you can relax now, it’s okay to rest. Eddie’s here. He loves you.

He loves you.

You don’t remember falling asleep, but when you awaken, Eddie will be the one whining because he can’t get close enough to you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie baby #stranger things 4 #eddie munson imagine #send me eddie things plsssss #stranger things 4 x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson fluff #send me eddie things

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padf00ts-l0ver · 2 years

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𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - 𝐬𝐭𝟒

(𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵4 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 (𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴), 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳) -nav here-

“here.. just in case- y’know something happens, and i don’t make it.” max handed you all the envelopes, you were sure they had some kind of suicide note inside.

“max..” your voice quivered slightly, you’d been through an awful lot this past few years, just barely scraping the laws of death most days, but this feeling.. right now.. this has to be one of the worst feelings you’d ever felt.

max looked at you with a sad smile, an emphatic nod of her head before she went to turn around back to the desk at the other side of the room.

you quickly stood up from your spot and gripped the sleeve of her jacket, pausing her in her steps.

from the corner of your eye you saw steve look over at you, dustin and lucas still confused and staring at their letters.

she turned back around and tilted her head at you, asking without words why you stopped her.

“you can’t give me a death note max.. that’s not how this works” her eyebrow raised.

“how does it work then y/n?”

as you were about to reply, she cut you off, “because as far as i’m concerned i’ll be dead by nightfall and we’ll never get to speak to each-other again!” her voice became louder, eyebrows furrowing together in discontent. “that letter is the only way i’ll get to say goodbye to you, i’m sorry if it’s burst your little bubble of happiness” she shrugs forcefully.

you scoffed, “max- you don’t get it!” your own voice raising.

“when billy died last year, i couldn’t stomach it… every minute there was a reminder that he was gone. i had nightmares each night, about the mind flayer.” you saw her eyes flash with recognition, you knew she’d been having the same nightmares as you.

“and i felt so guilty about it.. but i had so much hope that it’d take me too.. so that i could be with billy again. but it never happened, i always woke up right before it could.” you willed the tears to stay back in your eyes, to not start crying, if you did- you knew wouldn’t be able to stop.

you saw steve freeze for a moment, he was the only person you’d talked to after the incident at starcourt, it killed him hearing about how you felt, and hearing it back now- was hurting him beyond belief. you’re his best friend.. but you had to get this out- for max.

“i couldn’t get out of my bed for almost 2 whole months!”

“i get it y/n, you think i didn’t suffer through that?!” you knew she did... that’s why you were talking about it- so that hopefully she’d open up to you, before it was too late.

dustin and lucas shared a look, not as subtle as they probably thought they were being.

“i know you did! that’s my point here. i can’t do it again max- this time i’m not just going to watch from the sidelines as you’re killed by this thing!”

“vecna.” dustin said quietly, probably not wanting to get yelled at, yet feeling the need to interject.

“yes- vecna.” you exhaled a large breath, the anger and frustration you were feeling seemed to be coming out like steam from your ears, everyone could see it.

you were snapping. everyone knew it was going to happen eventually, they just weren’t sure when.. i guess now came the inevitable breaking point.

“you’re not dying today, you aren’t dying anytime soon, i’ll make sure of it.” you promised.

“whatever..” she said, head shaking slightly, before she looked down to the other 3 boys who were awkwardly staring at the two of you, lucas about to open his envelope before max beat him to it.

“lucas!” his head shot up like a deer in headlights, “don’t open it now” you see her body tense, before she attempts to relax it.. unsuccessfully.

“max, listen-” you sigh.

“go make out with your boyfriend or something y/n and stop worrying about me” her tone edging between annoyed.. and something else, which you couldn’t yet decipher.

your cheeks heated, “eddie is not my boyfriend! and if you somehow forgot- he’s kind of a wanted criminal right now, hiding away somewhere” you scoffed.

“i never said eddie was your boyfriend..”

your eyes widened, and you heard dustin snickering to himself, trying to look busy, staring anywhere else but you.

“shut up dustin”

“i didn’t say anything” a wide grin covering his face, and a teasing tone to his words.

(a/n- this is def not my best writing but i felt the need to write something for st4 as soon as i finished it- i have requests in my inbox for h/p which i will get done but while i am hyper-fixating on everything stranger things please send me any requests you want for st4 here <33

#stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things 4 x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #max mayfield x reader #max mayfield x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things 4 fic #stranger things 4 x you #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things x you #mercury's fics <3

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rxdidz · 9 months

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cheerleader gf. 🐚

synopsis : robin dating a fem! cheerleader! hcs!!!

- i’ll never not think about this idea

- you guys are so cute omfg

- like she’s in band so you’re both performing at games

- and when you spot each other out you both smile like idiots and wave.

- wishing each other good luck before hand!!!!

- she’s always going to your comps to cheer you on, even your practices

- loves watching you do you’re flips and tumble

- she’s so supportive like she’s cheering for YOU not the players 🫵

- chrissy thinks you two are so cute and she’s always teasing you

- “your girlfriends looking for you” she smirked and pointed at the stands where your girlfriend was looking at each cheerleader coming out. you blush and tell her to shut up.

- loves helping you with makeup (she isn’t very good, her hands keep shaking but shhh)

- steals the little bows you get

- always messing with the pom poms

- absolutely HATES how the basketball players look at you though

- she really really likes your uniform like heart eyes fr

- like the skirt is so cute on you it makes her go insane

- after a game, you run up to her and kiss her on the cheek telling her she sounded amazing. “i play the trumpet. you were amazing.” she protests.

- after every game you drive her home!!!!

- sometimes she’ll come over and help you take your makeup off and she’ll complain about her hat hair😣

- you guys cuddle and watch scary movies the rest of the night <3

#stranger things x reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin x reader #stranger things 4 x reader #st x reader #robin buckley fluff #headcanon #meow moew #eddie munson x reader

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moonlit-imagines · 2 years

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Headcanons for being Hopper’s daughter and dating Eddie Munson (Part 2)

Eddie Munson x fem!Hopper!reader

warnings: death, angst, guns, violence, drugs, etc

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hello! I was wondering if I would be allowed to request being the daughter (or just child) of Jim Hopper and dating Eddie Munson headcanons please and thank you <33”

part 1

eddie was sincerely freaked and a bit relieved you believed him in all of this mess

he was your boyfriend, you told him everything BUT this. now he got to hear it all

“why didn’t you tell me before?” -eddie

“eddie, you of all people know how lame the government is. i could be killed bringing anyone into this of my free will” -you

“yeah…fuck the government” -eddie

walking him through ‘83 and the demogorgon, ‘84 and the demodogs and the gate and such, ‘85 and the mind flayer and soviets, up until now

which was jarring

“y/n…are you okay?” -eddie

“are you?” -you

you were ready to fight for eddie. you were ready to make this all go away but you were wracking your brain on how you could swing this

keen on calming him down, but you needed to leave in order to help him out

“i mean, y/n, do you really think you should be out there? everyone knows youre his girlfriend, they’ll be after you, too” -steve

“worried for me, stevie?” -you (steve had a crush on you in middle school)

“will you let that go? now is not the time!” -steve

this time…it was different. it was peculiar, it was personal

and another body dropped, making the stakes feel even higher as your people tried to find the culprit

meanwhile, jason carver was seeking you out. an eye for an eye, perhaps?

“y/n, do you really think you of all people should be carrying a gun right now? i mean, all eyes are on you. it won’t look good if you’re caught” -nancy

“no one died of gunshot wounds, i’ll be fine” -you

“you really do sound like your dad” -nancy

“thanks, hope i don’t die like him, too” -you

“i’d say, right now, you have a better chance of dying like chrissy and fred” -dustin “what?! just saying”

checking on eddie as much as you can

and very strongly warning against getting high because this already felt like a trip

but u got him many snacks and some stuff to keep him occupied for the time being

“im not used to responsible y/n. it’s weird. you’re weirding me out” -eddie

he flirted with you over the radio a little too much

“ahem…you know we can all hear you two, right?” -robin

putting on a show for the cops to get them off your trail

“miss hopper, give us a reason to conclude you’re not a suspect” -powell

“oh, im not little y/n anymore?” -you

“you live with him, you spend all your time with him. this whole town thinks it was you, too” -callahan

“you think this is easy for me, guys? you think i’m not looking over my shoulder every other step? that could have been me, right?! and now the man who had offered me a home is nowhere to be found and i have nowhere to go and now i have to deal with you two—people i thought i could trust and could trust me—following me around like im a killer! i just want this to end!” -you, crocodile tears streaming down your face

“we’re sorry, y/n. for all of it, okay? but be careful out there, a lot of people have their eyes on you and we can’t stop that from happening” -powell

at least you got the cops off your trail

plans were finally starting to be set in motion

especially after the gate at lover’s lake had opened

“y/n, y/n, wait, don’t jump in there. don’t go” -eddie, latching onto you

“you’re gonna learn with us that no one gets left behind, eddie. steve needs us. you can still go with the kids, it’s okay” -you, diving in

eddie followed you down and into the upside down in immediate conflict

“y/n, where’s your gun?!” -nancy

“ammo’s wet, we’re gonna have to do this the old fashioned way” -you, picking up an oar

after everyone was deemed safe, eddie apologized for “chickening out”

“eddie…this is your first time in the thick of it. no one blames you for being scared or hesitant, we all were at first. some of us still have those moments. but we all look out for each other, and we’re looking out for you, too. don’t sell yourself short” -you

“you know, that thing with the oar..? it was kind of hot” -eddie

“should have seen that one coming from a mile away” -you

“so you agree you’re hot?” -eddie

ok so when you’re in this “fight for your life” mode you may be just a teeny bit hot

he was so used to your “idgaf” attitude and the way you were heading for burnout and now you were all business

getting to eddie’s other-side trailer and ultimately escaping (with a few hiccups)

and creating your master plan

“y/n, how do you think we’re gonna save him?” -dustin, leaning against you in the RV

“how do you mean?” -you

“eddie. how are we gonna convince the town he’s not a killer if we cant expose vecna?” -dustin

“well, now that we know that the creel murders are connected to vecna, maybe the government will say creel escaped or something. i don’t know, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, dusty” -you

eddie was asleep on your other shoulder

when you went to gear up, you ran into jason

“y/n hopper, the devil worshipper’s girlfriend. what’re you doing out in this neck of the woods?” -jason

“i think you mean the sheriff’s daughter, i’m not defined by my previous relationships” -you, lying completely

“ah, so you’re saying that you left him? finally come to your senses?” -jason

“just looking out for myself” -you, holding up your newest purchases

“well, we can look out for you, too. you’re more than welcome to come with us” -jason

“i’ll pass, jason. i have my own people to look out for” -you

jason glanced around

“oh, the hellfires? your story isn’t adding up here, y/n. you sure you’re not standing with eddie?” -jason, inching closer to you to intimidate you

steve and robin ran to your aid to get jason away from you before you inevitably shot him in the foot or something

and off you all went, splitting up to hopefully end this all once and for all

“max…” -you

“yeah?” -max

you pulled her in for a really strong hug

“be careful, okay? i can’t lose my moping buddy” -you

“you’re not allowed to mope without me, you know?” -max

you and the rest of the crew went upside down and as much as you wanted to see the most metal concert ever, you were needed at the creel house

“you be careful, alright?” -eddie

“me? sounds like you’re underestimating me” -you

“hey, im not sure how these things play out, it’s my first time” -eddie

“you never forget your first” -you

you gave him a goodbye kiss and sped off for him to distract the bats

and within the walls of the creel house, things went south really fast

and by the time you thought everything was over, the clock chimed one last time

“no…please no…” -you, dropping to your knees

nancy tried to comfort you, but you all had to rush out as soon as possible

and when you finally did, hawkins fell into ruins

“eddie?! dustin?! lucas?? erica?? where is everyone?!” -you on the walkies

you slowly gathered together, but when you found dustin he was alone

“dustin? where’s eddie, dustin?!” -you

dustin was sobbing, he couldn’t say a word, but he had grabbed fished a ring out of his pocket belonging to eddie

“he asked me to give this to you” -dustin

you broke down into tears with him, losing two of the closest people to you in such a short span of time, the ones who had gotten you through the roughest patch of your life

dustin latched onto you and wouldn’t let go

and you soon met in the hospital to find lucas, just as shaken up as the rest of you as max lay nearly lifeless in the hospital bed

and he needed you too

“lucas, can you take a walk with me?” -you

he explained everything that happened. jason and the walkman, watching her be attacked, her last words, the miraculous return of her heartbeat

“it was my fault. i should have pulled her out but i didn’t and it was too late. she was so scared and i let her down” -lucas

and then he cried too, and you grabbed him and pulled him in the same way you did dustin. the way you did with everyone every time someone died and the same way they did to you when you lost your father

“none of this is your fault, lucas. we all did our best, but we had no idea what we were up against. but i’m here for you, okay? always and forever” -you

the next few days were insane as most people’s homes were destroyed. you were homeless, staying with the wheelers again. trying to help those less fortunate than yourself. taking care of everyone else to get your mind off of terrible losses

staring at and tracing your tattoos like you used to do with eddie

when packing up the car for donations, you turned to see a van full of (mostly) familiar faces

“el!” -you, running to hug your sister

you lifted her and spun her around

“i missed you” -eleven

“i did too. uh, what…what happened to your hair?” -you

“it’s a really long story. you’re not gonna believe it. where’s eddie?” -eleven

“he’s…oh, eleven, he’s not here with us anymore” -you

she pulled you in for another tighter hug

“y/n? still coming to the school?” -steve

“uhhh…shit, steve. i think there’s something else we need to do” -you

you and the crew went to the cabin

while dustin found uncle wayne at the school and broke the news

“where’s y/n? is she okay?” -wayne

“she’s alive, but she’s far from okay. she’s heartbroken” -dustin

“tell her to find me here when she gets the chance. she’s family to me, all i really have left. i’d like to speak to her at the very least” -wayne

you were cleaning the cabin when a car pulled up and you quickly pulled eleven behind you

you’d only just got her back

but were stunned to see your father exiting the car

“dad..?” -you

you ran into his arms and were soon joined by eleven in a family group hug

he kissed the top of your head as you finally sobbed in relief instead of grief.

there was so much for each of you to catch up on

“is that a tattoo? y/n, how many tattoos did you get?” -hopper

“i missed you?” -you, laughing through tears

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