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ilovetulips · 10 months

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steve harrington x fem!reader

steve harrington has a crush on you, and he’s terrible at hiding it. short n’ sweet. i’m so sorry for not being active,, expect great things soon

steve likes to think he hides his crushes well. well enough for nobody to notice. not robin, not nancy, and especially not you. he takes care into every word that leaves his mouth, concealing his happiness whenever you speak to him.

calm, cool and collected is his motto. everyday he follows this to avoid exposure. he finds having a little crush fun, harmless even. but he didn’t know that you knew. and he didn’t know that you feel the same way.

you walk into the rusting video rental store for your shift, paired with non other than steve this morning. “mornin’ y/n” calm, cool and collected. he makes a mental note to pat himself on the back.

“g’morning steve.” you smile, strolling straight past him and into the back room to clock in. the smell of your shampoo hits steve’s senses ever so slightly and he has to stop his knees from giving out right then and there.

when you return, your vest now atop of your floral blouse, he once again has to regain control of his knees.

calm, cool and collected. the red blush on the tip of his nose that he was completely unaware of was the complete opposite of this statement ‘motto’.

“bet you it’s not gonna be busy today.” the boy says, leaning forward on the counter with his arms. you do the same, only leaning backwards on the small of your back.

“whattcha betting me, harrington?” his head turns back, hair flopping widly before he turns around and copies your posture. bingo.

while he thought he was being the most subtle guy in the world, you had a list of things that made you almost positive steve had a crush on you.

1. he masked your posture. telltale sign.

“heyyyy, steve.” your shift not starting yet, you decided to sit in the small canteen for staff. your legs stretched out and your arms crossed.

“holy— y/n. scared the shit outta me.” he pulled out the chair opposite you on the small table.

“sorry! i got bored so just decided to wait in here.” you apologised. his arms crossed over his chest.

“you’re like some freaky ghost. you’re everywhere.” his legs stretched out infront of him as he spoke. the smirk on your face disguised in a laugh.

2. his feet pointed towards you whenever you sat in a group. always.

“did you just steal my fries?” your shocked face turned towards the culprit next to you.

“dunno what you’re talkin’ about. did anyone see me take her food?” eddie raised his hands in the air, feigning innocence.

“not me!” “i didn’t!” “what food?” your friends chimed in unison.

“you’re all traitors.”

steve smiled at your words. “what’re you smiling at, harrington?” his eyes widened slightly before he responded.

“nothin’.” his smile turned into that of a guilty person’s as he reached down into his lap, his hand returning with a few fries he happily shovelled into his mouth — a few missing and falling on the floor.

you looked down in shock at your falling fries, their grease coating steve’s shoes. his feet were facing you, which wouldn’t have been odd except for the fact his body was facing a different way and he wasn’t sat directly infront of you.

you made sure to remember that.

3. everytime you weren’t involved in something, he wanted to know absolutely everything about why not.

“hey guys! where’s y/n?” steve stopped in his tracks. you rarely missed group outings, which let his steve-senses tingle at the fact something was clearly wrong.

“mmm i think she’s sick. nance said something like that. i dunno.” eddie was twirling his hair, not really paying attention.

“hm? oh, yeah. said she wasn’t feelin’ good and she couldn’t make it.” nancy chimed in, sipping her drip and sinking into the sofa next to her boyfriend.

steve’s shoulders tensed. “what kinda sick? like throwing up or just a cold?” he sat down, his leg bouncing.

the girl huffs out a laugh at the state of his panic, “she’s fine, steve. just a bit sniffly. calm down.”

calm cool and collected. totally the opposite of what he was right now. shit. was he being obvious?

and of course, nancy phones you to give you a debrief of the night - including steve’s concerns and constant questions throughout the night.

—

“whatcha thinkin’ about?” slow day was an overstatement. you had served one customer in the 2 hours you had been there.

“hm? oh, nothin’.” you replied, words rolling off your tongue yet the blush staining your cheeks said otherwise.

you wouldn’t have paid such close attention to his behaviour if you didn’t like him. of course you were flattered by the revelation, who wouldn’t be?

“okay. who are you thinkin’ about then.”

you whip your head around to meet his eyes. “huh?”

“you’re blushing, y/n.” your eyes widened.

“no.” he laughs at your response.

“yes.” there is that pink blush on the tip of his nose. he leans down to your level.

“steve?” you look up at him. the pink turns to a shade of maroon.

“hm?”

“i know you like me.” the blush spreads across his whole face, and you wouldn’t be exaggerating if you said it spread to his hands too.

“i- no- what—“ he’s a stuttering mess. it’s cute.

“steve.”

“hm?” he gulps.

“i like you too.” you smile sweetly, and he thinks his heart cries out with joy.

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eddieclubs · 2 years

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pov: you show up with a different look at nancy’s house

nancy: its not just the haircut… you look like a…

you: what? i look like a what?

eddie: you look like a hooker

you: you think?

you blink at eddie

robin: this is not a compliment, y/n!

you: from eddie? totally is

eddie: hookers are hot

steve: they really are

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corroded-chrissy · 2 years

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Invisible String

steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve has known you nearly all his life—you’ve been attached at the hip from day one. although falling in love may not have seemed inevitable to the two of you, it definitely was to everyone else.

prompt: can you write a request where steve and his girlfriend are childhood friends to lovers so they reminisce about what cute things the other did when they were kids that fueled their crush?

word count: 4.3k

trope: childhood friends to lovers, memories made in the rain

warnings: swearing, mentions of underage drinking, mutual pining, mild angst but mostly pure fluff, kind of a fix it fic, reader has cherry lip gloss, steve being an adorable child

a/n: @gloryofroses19 sorry this request took me so long to finish! i just moved back to college this week so i’ve been writing here and there where i can, but i hope you enjoy it! hopefully i did it justice.

[requests are open!]

It was a rainy day the first time you met Steve Harrington.

You were just eight years old, the walls of the new house towering and wallpapered, unfamiliar and daunting. Your family had moved to Hawkins a couple short months ago, and you hadn’t been too happy about it. Leaving all your friends behind had been hard, and with school out for a couple more months, you were feeling more than a little lonely.

A summer rainstorm had picked up this particular afternoon, drops drumming rhythmically as you gazed out the window at the rows and rows of carefully manicured lawns and white picket fences. It was shaping up to be another perfectly boring day.

That is, until you saw him.

You squinted out of the window, breath fogging up the glass as you peered out into the street. You almost couldn’t believe what you were seeing. There in the downpour was a pair of blue overalls, yellow rain boots, and a head of the messiest hair you’d ever seen.

A… boy?

To this day, you still don’t know what possessed you to fling open your front door, leaning over the safety of your porch railing to gawk at him.

“Hey! What are you doing out in the rain?!”

“Finding worms!” The boy looked up at you with a triumphant gap-toothed grin, something pink and wriggling in his fist. “You should try it, s’a lot of fun!”

“Aren’t you cold?!”

“No!” He sounded indignant, like your question was the least likely outcome to ever exist. “I’ve never seen you before! What’s your name?!”

You shouted your name across the lawn, and suddenly the gap-toothed smile was back. “That’s a pretty name! Do you wanna come out and play with me?!”

“But you haven’t told me your name!”

“It’s Steve! Steve Harrington!”

“Well I think you’re an idiot, Steve Harrington!” Maybe it wasn’t very nice, but you couldn’t fathom why he’d want to be soaked to the bone, out in the rain by himself.

He didn’t seem to take it to heart. “Don’t knock it til you try it! Pleeeease?“

“Why should I?”

“Because… because if you don’t, you’re a prissy little princess!”

You opened your mouth in shock, too indignant to speak for a moment. “I am not!”

“Then why don’t you prove it, Princess?”

The taunt was there, but you could tell the name wasn’t meant to be mean-spirited. You sigh, take a deep breath, half-punctuated by a nervous laugh. “Okay, okay, fine! Here goes.”

Holding your breath, you step off the safety of the front porch, instantly feeling your clothes get drenched.

You found you didn’t care, at least not really.

It’s incredibly vivid, the way you remember playing outside with Steve for hours that day—jumping in puddles, chasing after frogs, getting muddier than either of your mothers would approve of—long after the afternoon thunderstorm had ceased to a harmless evening drizzle. The sunset had broken through the clouds as you chased each other around his dewy yard, painting a rainbow across the once-gloomy sky.

After a long while, you both sat on Steve’s porch, giggling and out of breath. You remember being so excited to learn you would both be in Mrs. Thompson’s class at Hawkins Elementary. You remember the way his eyes shone as you swapped stories, dreams, and favorite slushy flavors (“Nuh-uh, blue raspberry is way better!”)

Most of all, though, you remember his blue overalls, his yellow rain boots, and his slightly cheeky gap-toothed smile as he asked, “So… still think I’m an idiot, Princess?”

You let out a very undignified snort, elbowing him good-naturedly in the side. “Just a little bit, Harrington. Our parents might actually kill us, but… I had a lot of fun.”

Somehow, his smile got even wider. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

At that moment, Steve’s mother swung the screen door open, lips pursed, arms crossed, the perfect picture of displeasure at the sight of how messy you both were. “Steven Harrington. Get inside. Now.”

Steve looked like he wanted to protest, but thought better of it, instead offering you the tiniest smile. “I’ll call you tomorrow?”

You knew this meant he’d probably be grounded. You mirrored his apologetic expression, stepping forward for a quick hug. “Okay. G’night, Stevie.”

It might have been the light. It might have been the embarrassment from his mother’s sudden reprimanding. It could have been a lot of things, but for a moment as you pulled back, you could have sworn you saw him blush.

“G’night, Princess,” you heard him mumble, and with that you were left alone on the front porch.

You had made a friend. Warmth bloomed quietly in your chest as your mother ushered you hurriedly inside, scolding you with a voice laced with exasperation and concern. Maybe Steve had been right, though. Despite how soaked you were, you didn’t feel cold at all.

Of course, you’d both developed nasty colds the next day. Even that didn’t stop him from wanting to talk to you as promised—your mother overheard you giggling into the receiver for most of the day, listening as he complained and cracked jokes through sniffles and sneezes.

After all this time, you still gave him crap for making you go out in the rain with him, even though he insists he “didn’t make you do anything”.

Looking back at it, though, you wouldn’t change a thing.

Steve’s favorite memory of you was a bit different.

It was May, and he’d just turned sixteen. You were getting ready to go to Tammy Thompson’s birthday party. He was up in your room with you, like most evenings, blasting Blondie’s newest hit from your record player.

It was your way of rebelling against your mother, Steve noticed, who had very loudly told you there were to be no shut doors in her house when a boy was over. You had just rolled your eyes at her. “It’s just Steve, mom!”

Over the past several years, Steve had become a part of your family. He knew your mom adored him. It was evident in the way she spoke with him, invited him over for dinner or gave him soft, lingering hugs she knew he needed.

But it was May, he’d just turned sixteen, and she knew better than anyone that you’d both grown up since your first meeting.

Steve, in particular, had shot up like a weed, his arms and shoulders filling out ever so slightly. His voice dropped a good octave or so, and you still managed to give him plenty of shit whenever it squeaked or cracked. Gone were his days of missing baby teeth and wild, messy hair (and he made sure you were the only one who knew about the magic behind Farrah Fawcett spray).

And you—well, you’d become something else. Steve couldn’t remember when exactly you’d gotten so—

“How do I look?”

He turned toward the sound of your voice, about to tease you about taking so long, but whatever he had been about to say died in his throat.

—beautiful.

The dress you were wearing brought out your eyes and emphasized the curve of your waist. The sleeves were ever so slightly puffy, and as he took in the swoop of your hair and the gentle curl of your eyelashes, he found himself at an utter loss for words.

“Hello? Earth to Steve?” You waved your hand in front of his face. “Ugh, is there something in my teeth? Does the dress look that bad? I knew this wasn’t a good color on me—”

“Hey, that’s not it at all,” Steve cut in, trying not to appear as flustered as he felt. “Quit putting words in my mouth, dummy. You look… like a princess, Princess.”

“You could have just lead with that, idiot,” you mumbled, but you were smiling, the gloss on your lips catching Steve’s attention. He found himself wondering what it would be like to—

No. No no no. You were his childhood best friend, for Christ’s sake, and friends didn’t imagine what other friends’ lipgloss might taste like.

“Can’t let your head inflate too much,” he teased. “You might get a boyfriend and forget I exist.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, spritzing on perfume, “even if that did happen, you can’t hog all my attention, Harrington.”

I wish I could.

“Are you ready to go yet? I swear, girls take five million years to get ready—”

“Shut it or I’ll tell everyone at the party your hair secrets.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Oh, I would.” You grab his hand to help him up. “Let’s go!”

…

You'd only shown up half an hour ago, and Steve could tell you already hated this party.

To be fair, as parties went, he wasn’t having the best time either.

Everyone was clustered in Tammy’s dark basement, a flask of something was being passed around, and to top it all off, every girl in the immediate vicinity had their eyes on him. Whispers and giggles were traded behind carefully manicured hands, and Steve couldn’t help but smile as he observed a hint of a scowl come over your face.

Unfortunately, things took a turn for the worse when Tammy decided on a game. “Let’s play spin the bottle!”

Steve would find out later that both of you wanted to go home right then and there. Stomach in knots as he shot a glance at you, he cautiously went to sit by your side.

Tammy grabbed his arm. “Stevie! You have to go sit with the boys, silly. You gotta give some of the other girls a chance, you know,” she simpered, batting her eyelashes.

Steve had never had a particular problem with Tammy Thompson, but right now she was working his last nerve. He settled for shooting her a tight-lipped smile and pulling his arm from her grasp. “Yep, got it. Thanks.”

The moment her back was turned he met your eyes, making an exaggerated gagging motion. His stomach twisted further as you erupted in silent laughter. Fuck, it was unfair how pretty you were.

Two circles were slowly formed, and the game commenced.

Years later, Steve still remembered how wildly his heart was thumping in his chest. You periodically exchanged glances with him, but as he surveyed the group of girls, he found his eyes returning to you again and again.

The empty coke bottle Tammy had chosen suddenly spun to a stop—pointed at him. He looked at you, wider-eyed than a deer caught in the headlights. He felt his hands began to sweat, and he had to wipe them against his jeans. The girls’ side was suddenly a wild flutter of activity.

Yep, he was definitely fucked.

Tammy reached out and spun the bottle again, time seeming to slow as he saw your eyes dart from the bottle to him. He had no idea what you were thinking. For the first time he wondered how he could kiss a girl that wasn’t—

“Oh, shit! It’s King Steve and the princess!”

—You.

The room erupted into chaos, and for a moment Steve just sat there dumbly. For what seemed like the first time in his life, he couldn’t read your expression as the other partygoers circled around you, cheering you on.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

He watched as you hesitantly scooted in his direction, forcing yourself to look up at him.

“We don’t have to do this,” he blurted out before he could stop himself. “Say the word and we can go back to your house instead. Or literally anywhere else.”

Why, then, did something in him hope you wouldn’t listen?

He was surprised to look in your eyes and find a light, a spark that burned so brightly they practically glowed in the dark. “I…” you hesitated for a second, biting your lip in a way that made Steve want to come even closer.

Turns out, he didn’t have to.

After a second or two more, you took his face in your hands, closing the gap and urgently pressing your lips to his.

Steve practically melted into a puddle, and it was all he could do to keep himself upright. Obviously, he wasn’t completely inexperienced when it came to kissing—after all, he’d told you about the few awkward fumblings under the bleachers or in the school locker rooms—but he was absolutely sure that he’d never felt anything like this.

Your lips were soft, warm against his, and—cherries. He didn't have to wonder about that anymore. Your lipgloss tasted of cherries. He could smell the perfume you’d put on earlier, and something sweet, something entirely unique to you. Something about this—kissing you—felt so natural, so right to him, like he should have been all this time.

He was left in a daze as you pulled back, but his reverie was short-lived as he watched you turn and push past the other partygoers, running out of the basement.

“Princess—wait!”

He was up on his feet in an instant, taking off after you. He was up the stairs out onto the porch in a matter of seconds, Tammy’s screen door slamming shut behind him.

…

At some point during the party, the heavens had opened up above Hawkins. The torrential downpour was at once mesmerizing and terrifying, water running in rivulets down the street. Steve figured you couldn’t have gone far in a party dress while soaked to the bone.

Turns out, after eight years he knew you pretty well.

He found you in the treehouse you’d built in your backyard together one summer, all scattered nails, wooden planks, and blue raspberry slushies. You were both getting a bit too tall for it now, but it still held his weight as he climbed up.

The first thing he caught sight of was your dress, absolutely drenched. Your hair was wet and tangled, and you were curled up in a ball, face hidden, shoulders shaking. Steve couldn’t tell if you were shivering or crying, but either way the sight of this side of you was a painful squeeze to his heart. “Hey… you okay? You ran off there pretty suddenly—”

“Go away, Steve,” you’d managed to hiccup. You’d definitely been crying, then. Steve resisted the urge to reach out for you, instead settling for a position on your other side, knees bunched up in a way that normally would have looked hilarious.

“I’m not going anywhere. Tell me what’s wrong.”

You’d dared to tilt your head up enough to meet his eyes. “What’s wrong is I ruined everything, Steve. You’re supposed to be my best friend, and I kissed you. You probably hate me, and you never want to speak to me again and—”

“Hey, hey. None of that,” Steve murmured, reaching out to wipe your cheek despite himself. “You didn’t ruin anything. I’m still your best friend, and it’s going to take a hell of a lot more than a kiss to get rid of me. Pinky promises to be friends forever are binding contracts, I’ll have you know,” he added, relief washing over him as the smallest twitch of a smile appeared at your lips.

“You could never do anything to make me hate you. I mean—I know you better than anyone. I’ll never forget that day you came out on the front porch and yelled at me for being an idiot. That was all you had to do for me to know I needed you in my life. I knew I’d end up caring about you more than anyone or anything. And I still do now.”

He’d swallowed carefully, raking a hand through his damp hair. “And hey, if it helps… you never have to kiss me again. Since, you know, apparently it sucked so bad that you decided to run away.”

“Hey, shut up. You weren’t bad,” you’d chuckled, elbowing him gently, but your worryingly dull eyes had grown a little brighter. There’s my girl, Steve couldn’t help but think.

“That was sort of the problem, actually," you continued, thinking out loud. "I kind of got lost in the moment, but I snapped out of it and freaked out because I remembered it was you I was kissing and I just... didn’t wanna fuck things up, because you mean a lot to me. You were the first person who ever made me feel like I belonged in Hawkins, and I don’t think I could stand it if I lost you over something as stupid as spin the bottle.”

You glanced away from Steve, looking like you were building up the courage to say something more. “And, for what it’s worth, I… enjoyed kissing you. A lot.”

It was all Steve could do to look at you, hope and disbelief clashing in his mind. “You… you did?”

“Yeah.”

You smiled, a real smile this time, and Steve thought it might have been the most radiant thing he’d ever seen. “And I think I want to do it again.”

That was all Steve needed to hear before he closed the space between you once more, his lips soft and gentle on yours but always, always wanting. He kissed you like he’d never get to kiss you again, like he was starving for you, burning your taste, your touch into his memory. His hands came to rest behind your back as the rain fell harder outside, but at this moment he knew nothing but bliss, your treehouse a quiet sanctuary from the storm.

It was with reluctance that you finally came up for air, foreheads touching and giddy smiles on both of your faces.

"If I'd known that this was how your first high school party was gonna go, I would have dragged you to one a lot sooner," Steve remarked, and your beautiful, slightly wild laugh was music to his ears.

"I'd've let you drag me to one sooner, I think. So..." you trailed off, looking a little embarrassed. "What does this... mean?"

"What does—oh. Oh." He hadn't really thought about that yet. He was on the threshold of something with you, he realized, something new and exciting and utterly terrifying. But for you, he would take any risk.

"I'd love for us to be more than friends. Obviously, I'll still be your friend, but..." he took your hand in his, impossibly warm despite the chill from outside. "The thing is, I like this. I like you. Just promise me we'll still be friends no matter what happens."

"I promise." There was no hesitation from you now. "No matter what happens, I'm not going anywhere. Not now, not ever. To be honest, this kind of scares the shit outta me, but... I'd love for us to give this a shot."

Steve felt as if his heart might burst, and he pulled you close to his chest, planting a gentle kiss on your head. "As long as it's with you, there's nothing I'd want more, Princess."

Despite the warmth emanating from him, he still felt it when you shivered against him. "Except getting you somewhere warm. C'mon, let's get inside before you freeze to death."

You merely chuckled, rolling your eyes at him. "M'not cold, Stevie. But fine, if you insist." He regretted saying anything when you pushed yourself up off of him, but he knew it was probably for the best.

"Well, I can't exactly risk my new girlfriend getting hypothermia on me," he quipped, heading down the ladder and extending a hand up to help you.

"I didn't realize my new boyfriend was such a mom," you teased as you took his hand, but despite everything feeling somewhat normal again, Steve's face flushed at that word. Boyfriend. He was going to have to get used to that.

"Yeah, yeah, that's Mama Steve to you. If we go inside now, I'll let you pick the movie tonight."

"Deal."

Steve's arm was slung over your shoulder as you headed into the comforting warmth of the house, the rain finally subsiding to a soft mist.

As many wonderful memories as you and Steve have made together since then, this one might be your new favorite.

It’s a warm, cloudy June night. Hopper and Joyce finally decided on a small backyard wedding a few months ago, and it’s a much-needed celebration after everything your little town of Hawkins has been through.

As you gaze at the colorful string lights lining the party, watching Hopper twirl a laughing Joyce during their first dance, you can’t help but think about how lucky you are. Vecna was finally dead. Eddie’s name, after a lot of convincing, had finally been cleared, thanks to Hopper being reinstated as chief of police. Max, although she wasn’t able to be here, had finally woken up a few days ago and was recovering in the hospital.

It’s an utter miracle you all survived, after the sheer number of near-death experiences you'd had over the last few years. At this point, you’d bandaged Steve’s wounds more times than you could count. But you're so, so grateful everyone you love is alive and well.

You know Steve’s still healing from the bat attack in the upside down, but tonight he’s practically shining in a groomsmen’s tux, hair coiffed to perfection in usual Steve fashion.

For formality’s sake, you’re on the bridal party’s side with the other bridesmaids until the first dance is over, but somehow your boyfriend senses your staring and grins, shooting you a wink that’s borderline indecent.

You have to stifle a giggle when you notice Dustin elbow him in the side and mouth “gross”, although there’s no real venom behind it. You know how much the kids look up to both of you.

There’s a smattering of cheers and applause as the first dance concludes and Hopper spontaneously dips Joyce for a kiss. You make sure to give Eleven a little side hug when she wrinkles her nose at the sight. “Don’t worry, kid. You’ll get used to it.”

“It feels like revenge for me and Mike,” she grumbles, but you know she’s just as happy to see her two adoptive parents together as the rest of you are.

Eventually, more people start to trickle onto the green to dance, and Eleven squeezes your hand before running off to dance with Mike, who looks a little disgruntled to be pulled out of his conversation with Will.

You slowly saunter over to Steve, a little smile on your face. “Hey there, handsome. Want to dance with me?”

You always relish in the way Steve blushes at your compliments. “You’re killing me over here. Who said you could get all dolled up and flirt with me? You look so damn good; I might have a heart attack before I can get you on the floor.”

“I said I could, babe,” you chuckle, rolling your eyes. “Such a dramatic. Now, are you coming or are you just gonna stand there and gawk at me?”

He laughs, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “Of course, pretty girl. I’d love to dance with you.”

You make sure to stick your tongue out at Lucas and Dustin over Steve’s shoulder, the former miming kissing the air and the latter making an unflattering gagging noise.

Steve leads you out into the grass with the other dancers, one hand in yours and the other on your waist, gently swaying to the beat. It’s a slow song, tranquil and romantic, and you can’t help but think there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

“Whatcha thinking about, Princess?” Steve whispers in your ear.

“Just… how happy I am that I’m here. That I've got the kids, and Robin, and Eddie, and Nancy, and you. I kind of owe all of that to you,” you murmur back. Maybe it’s a bit schmaltzy, a bit hopeless romantic of you, but with Steve it’s all too easy to be that way, even after nearly four years together.

“What do you mean? You're the one who barged into my life if I remember correctly, little miss I-think-you’re-an-idiot-Steve-Harrington.”

“That’s a mouthful,” you giggle, “and still true, by the way. But you’re my idiot.”

Steve’s trying to find a clever retort when thunder rolls across the sky, impossibly loud and far too close. That’s all the warning the wedding party gets before the clouds open up, first a shower, then a drizzle.

Everyone else scrambles for cover, hiding under the white tents that have been hastily set up, or making a beeline for the Byers-Hopper house.

You and Steve, however, stand there incredulously, his perfect hair and suit now soaked. Your dress and shoes aren’t faring much better, and you know if you stay out here, you’ll be ankle-deep in mud.

All that it takes is for the two of you to make eye contact before you’re both laughing hysterically, clutching each other for support so you don’t slip and fall in the wet grass. You’re sure that, to the rest of the wedding party, you must look insane right now, but you don’t think you could care any less.

“Always the rain,” Steve gasps, out of breath, grinning so much it looks like his cheeks must hurt. “Always the goddamn rain.”

“I don’t know about you, but right now I’ve got some serious deja vu,” you agree, your arms around his neck as you catch your breath. “So... should we cut to the chase this time? Any more pressing secrets that need to come out?”

Steve's mind immediately jumps to the dresser in his room, in which there is currently a small black box—the perfect size and place for a ring. “Can I tell you later? I promise it’s just one more secret.”

“Aw, you’re no fun,” you groan, but you press a kiss to his lips anyway because there’s something about him in the rain that’s just so goddamn pretty. “Tell me tomorrow?”

“We’ll see,” Steve chuckles, hands on your waist as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “For now… keep dancing with me?”

“You’re lucky I love you,” you reply as he spins you around, your soaked skirt flinging droplets in all directions. “I wouldn’t come out in the rain for anyone else.”

“I know.” Steve brings you back towards him and dips you, and for the millionth time you thank your lucky stars you found your best friend and your soulmate in one person. “There’s no one else I’d rather coerce out into the rain with me.”

“Just say it back, dingus.”

“I love you too.”

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class-of-86 · 2 years

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dating will byers (male readers) <3

will is mlm, so this is for any male readers. love u all, muah. we need more representation for mlm will byers.

• will was too shy to make the first move

• when he first moved to california, you decided to help him out and get him settled in school.

• you showed him around the school, you see him sneaking you nervous glances

• his cheeks were pink and his hands were shaking slightly

• you were an oblivious motherfucker

• when alone in the art room, you came up in front of him and took his hands in yours

• “hey, it’s going to be okay. starting a new school is scary but i’ll be with you every step of the way” you told him, hoping to comfort him

• you SWORE you saw his soul leave his body

• after talking to your friends about it, they swore up and down he had a massive crush on you

• “what? me? no way.” you denied

• but then you started thinking about it as the day went on

• it hit you like a truck.

• you had second period art with him.

• you decided to make a small move. you took a seat next to him and started making subtle moves.

• he caught on pretty fast, desperately trying to flirt back but failing miserably (he was too nervous)

• you asked him to come over to your house to hang out that day

• he came over, you could tell he was nervous but really really excited when you opened the door.

• that cute grin and how he couldn’t keep his hands still, he kept tapping his foot and you could tell he was messing with his hair in the reflection of the window outside.

• you told him you liked DND, so he brought all of his old DND books & his old campaign planning notebooks

• the notebooks were filled, you read through them and his handwriting was so..pretty.

• he wrote in gorgeous cursive, it almost looked fake it was so perfect.

• you complimented him on it, you could see him getting flustered and he kept messing with his hands, refusing eye contact.

• once he got comfortable, he was a chatterbox.

• he talked about everything: his mom, his brother, hid brothers best friend, painting, his sister, DND, school, his old town, and some kid named mike (you didn’t like him that much already from what will had told you )

• after awhile, will was insanely comfortable around you.

• “i haven’t felt this close with anyone really since mike.” he told you, you cringed at the mention of mike tbh.

• one day after he went home after a full day of hanging out..

• you saw that he left his sketchbook.

• you knew it was probably bad to do..but you looked through it.

• you found a drawing of you, it was so detailed and his skills were amazing.

• you looked so..handsome in the drawing. did he really see you like this?

• then you noticed a little folded piece of paper in the back of the book.

• curiosity got the best of you.

• you unfolded it and read it.

• it was a love letter to you.

• “y/n, the best day of my life will always be when you came up to me and talked to me for the first time. a cautious glance, a calculated smile, my heart fluttering with anticipation and admiration. though it seemed unthinkable at the time, something tells me this was a moment of destiny. i wasn’t just meeting a handsome stranger, i was meeting the boy who was destined to love me. i was meeting the boy who would become my dearest and closest friend and my deepest and strongest desire..”

• the rest seemed unwritten, maybe like he ran out of pen ink or like he had to do something else before finishing it.

• you felt your face get pink and the butterflies swarm in your stomach.

• you looked up, seeing will standing in the doorway.

• “i forgot my sketchbook..” he trailed off towards the end of his sentence.

• you walked up to him, staring at him in the eyes.

• you took his left hand in yours, and you cupped his face with your right hand.

• you leaned in towards his face.

• his lips were so close to touching yours.

• you clashed your lips onto his, the kiss seeming to last forever.

• he held onto your left hand until his knuckles were turning white.

• you could feel his pulse pounding.

• will was in shock, his face was bright red and you could tell he was flustered.

• “i love you.” was all he could muster up, it came out in a mumble

• you chuckled, your right hand still cradling his face.

• “i love you more, byers.” you lightly laughed as you went in for another kiss.

#will byers #stranger things pov #stranger things #will byers is the main character #will byers fic #will byers x reader #stranger things x male reader #stranger things x reader #for mlm #mlm concept #mlm fic #Spotify

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hellfire-club-president · 2 years

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POV: Scrolling through Dustin Henderson’s Camera Roll

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jbenz798 · 2 years

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Reader x Billy Hargrove

'Y/n! Jonathan! Hurry up! We are going to be late for school!' Your little brother, Will yelled as he banged on yours and Jonathan's door. 'Why am I the only person in this family who is on time?' Will sauntered down the hallway.

Shit.

You jumped up and pulled on some clothes, tidied your hair, and ran out the door, Jonathan was just behind you and jumped in the car. Jonathan started the car, speeding off down the street towards Hawkins High School.

You pulled up to the school and all got out, yelled bye to each other, and ran off in different directions.

'Hey! Y/n, wait up, would you.' You heard a deep voice call from behind you.

'What do you want, Billy?' You asked, panting slightly as you rushed to class.

Billy, grabbed your wrist, turning you to face him. 'Hang out with me tonight.' He ran his tongue over his teeth, smirking at you.

'Yeah, okay, whatever, Billy. Right now I really have to get to class.' You didn't even have time to think about the words coming out of your mouth.

'Alright.' He smirked again. 'I'll pick you up at eight, be ready. Look good. See ya.'

'Yep, ok. See ya.' You ran inside and down the hallway to your first-period English class. 'Made it.' You sat down, letting out a big sigh.

'Did I just see you outside talking to Hargrove?' Nancy asked half laughing, half scoffing. 'What's that about?'

You finally processed the conversation that just happened outside. Running your hands through your hair and then burying your face in them you responded mid groan 'Shit, Nance. I agreed to hang out with him. He is picking me up at eight! I was in a rush an-'

'You what?! Y/n! he is trouble!' Her eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head.

You looked up at her and said softly 'I know, Nance. I know. But I've got to do it now, you know what he's like...'

#reader x billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove #stranger things pov #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #y/n x billy hargrove #nancy wheeler #reader x nancy wheeler #hawkins #hawkins high #fanfic #stranger things wattpad #wattpad #billy hargrove pov #billy hargrove one shot #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove story

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milfformunson · 2 years

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Double Date (Part 2)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Eddie comes and helps (Y/N) unpack, but ends up unpacking more than just boxes. Part two to “Double Date” linked above.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F! Reader (Suzie’s older sister)

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI, Fluff, angst, reader has religious trauma, Mormonism, crying, mention of weed, food is mentioned more than once, F! Reader,

Word count: 4.1k

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Eddie drove a little too fast to Dustin’s and rang the doorbell repeatedly. An irritated, wet haired Henderson opened the door, scowling at Eddie.

“Sure, now you’re on time.” He rolled his eyes as Eddie pushed past him and paced the kitchen.

“Shut it Henderson. I need you to tell me everything you know about Mormons.” Eddie demanded.

“Don’t tell me you’re joining just for (Y/N). That’s crazy!” Dustin shouted.

“No! I don’t think I could set foot in any type of church without bursting into flames. I just want to know what they believe… if there’s any chance (Y/N) could ever… you know, like me.” Eddie said shyly.

Dustin rolled his eyes, motioning for Eddie to follow him to his room so he could finish his hair. Dustin gave Eddie the rundown on the basics of the religion, from what he’s heard from Suzie, and what he’s researched himself.

“Mormons are super-religious white people. They have a lot of rules they have to follow like no swearing, no smoking, no drugs, no drinking, no coffee, no tea, no tattoos, no piercings other than ears, no dating until 16-Suzie’s parents are more lenient on this with her because we’re long distance. They have to always wear longer shorts and t-shirts because of ‘modesty’ or whatever. They have this ‘law of chastity’ which is basically no sex or anything like that before marriage. They usually only date and marry other Mormons because they believe in order to get into Heaven you have to marry in their temple and you can only go in the temple if you’re a member and pay 10% of your income. When you go to the temple you get this special underwear you have to wear all the time, which is another reason they dress the way they do. They get married super young so they can pop out babies. Oh-and their founder ended up having like 40 wives.” Dustin said casually while applying gel to his curls.

Eddie sat on Dustin’s bed, mouth agape. “Please say you’re joking. There’s no way that’s real.”

Dustin shook his head. “It’s all true, according to Suzie.”

Eddie was astounded. They thought Hellfire was a cult when THAT existed? “That sounds…”

“Like a cult?” Dustin interjected.

“Exactly. It sounds like something I’d make up for a campaign.” Eddie agreed with a small laugh.

Dustin nodded, shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m fucked, man. (Y/N) is never going to want to be friends with, let alone more, with a drug dealing metalhead.” Eddie flopped onto the bed, rubbing his hands over his face in exasperation.

“You never know until you try. Come on, Munson. I don’t want to be late.” Dustin declared.

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You had spent the morning fussing over what to wear, and Suzie was no help. She just sat there making snarky comments about trying to impress Eddie, even when you adamantly denied having a crush on him.

“You two were cuddling last night!” Suzie had argued.

“We were not! The couch is just…small. I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable on the floor.” You retorted. Suzie just rolled her eyes.

After applying a thin coat of mascara and lipgloss, you had to figure out how you were doing your hair. You sighed as you tossed it into a big claw clip. You didn’t know what you were supposed to wear to impress the boy that you met less than 24 hours ago that you definitely didn’t have a crush on while he helped you unpack. A knock on the door signaled they were here, so you quickly put on your overalls over your t-shirt.

Suzie opened the door to a bouncing Dustin holding a box of donuts in one hand and comics in the other.

“Dusty bun!” Suzie squealed, quickly grabbing the comics. Dustin shoved the box in your hands and the two of them quickly got situated on the beanbag chair in the living room.

“Um, Hi.” A nervous looking Eddie said, still standing outside of the front door. .

You smiled, motioning for him to come inside. “Hi, Eddie. Donut?” You said, offering him the box.

He shook his head “I’m okay, thank you.”

You nodded, taking out a maple donut with sprinkles and taking a bite. “Come on, most of the unpacking left is for my room.” He followed you down the hall, admiring the way your overalls hugged your butt.

Your room was pretty bare since you still had some furniture to buy. All that was in there was a queen sized mattress, a bookshelf, and a small writing desk. The remaining boxes were stacked against the wall in neat towers.

“You have a sprinkle on your face.” He pointed to your mouth.

Embarrassed, you quickly wiped your mouth, asking “did I get it?”

He laughed, shaking his head and stepping closer to you. He gently brushed the sprinkle off of your upper lip, his thumb lingering on your cheek. “Got it.” he whispered, his eyes locking onto yours.

“Thanks.” Your voice was barely a whisper. Butterflies filled your stomach and your face felt hot. How could such a simple act make you so…flustered?

“Any time, sweetness.” Eddie said, stepping back and clapping his hands. “So, where should we start?”

“What?” You were puzzled, still reeling from the contact.

Eddie smirked, motioning toward the boxes.

“Oh! Right. I have most of them labeled, so if you don’t mind starting on the books?”

“Do you have a specific way you want them organized?” He asked, opening the first box and sitting down in front of the bookshelf.

“I usually go alphabetically, but the ones in series stay together. But you can organize them however you want.” You smiled at him sweetly.

You opened a box of clothes and started hanging them, working in comfortable silence for a while. Eddie carefully scanned every book you owned, trying to get a glimpse into your mind. There were a lot of poetry books, Jane Austen classics, some Sherlock Holmes, and some religious books he didn’t recognize. He smiled when he found your worn copy of The Lord of the Rings. The cover was practically coming off of the binding, the pages yellowing from repeated touch. and when Eddie was done organizing your three boxes of books, he opened the one with your radio, walkman, and cassette tapes.

“Music?” He asked, holding your small radio.

“Sure. You can pick.” You said, glancing quickly over your shoulder.

Eddie got to work setting up the radio, and turned it to the local station that played all of today’s latest hits. It wasn’t his style, but he figured it would be yours so he could live with it.

“You don’t seem like the Blondie and Madonna type.” You observed, smiling to yourself.

“You’re right, but YOU seem like the Blondie and Madonna type.” He sneered playfully.

You scoffed in mock offense. “Are you judging a book by its cover, devil boy?”

His head snapped in your direction, his jaw dropped at the comment. He made the motion of stabbing himself in the chest, falling over to the floor dramatically. “You wound me with your words.”

“You started it, Munson!” you threw your pillow at him, giggling.

He stood up, holding your pillow, a challenging look on his face. Your eyes widened as you tried to predict his next move. You glanced at your mattress, eyeing the other pillow on it. At the same time you went to grab it, Eddie jumped and he fell right on top of you so he was laying on your back.

“Eddie!” You squealed. “Get off of me!” you were a giggling mess, your hair falling out of your clip as he stubbornly laid on top of you.

“Hm. Your mattress isn’t very comfortable. It’s kind of squirmy.” He teased, poking your sides.

You managed to resituate so you were laying on your back, Eddie was hovering over you, his dark curls hanging around his face. Without thinking, you tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, your fingers running along his jaw as they came back down. You took the opportunity of his proximity to examine his face. He was so gorgeous. Little freckles sprinkled his cheeks, smile lines creased the corners of his mouth. His lips were full and pink, looking very kissable. His eyes had a hint of gold in them that you hadn’t noticed before, you could easily get lost in them.

Bryan Adam’s “Heaven” started playing on the radio, which changed the atmosphere from playful and casual to something more tender and intimate. Eddie was biting the inside of his cheek, his eyes briefly looking at your lips, your bottom one pulled between your teeth.

Slowly, Eddie got off of you, sitting on the edge of the mattress. He extended his hand and helped you sit up. Your hair was messy from the playful tackle, so you unclipped it fully and lightly shook your head so it fell gently past your shoulders. You took the hair elastic from your wrist, and quickly threw your hair into a loose braid. Eddie watched you, impressed by the speed of your fingers.

“Do you want me to braid your hair, Eddie?” You asked, and he was prepared to make a snarky comment because he thought you were joking, but your head was tilted slightly to the side and you had a soft smile on your face.

“Not today, sweetheart. But I might take you up on that sometime.” He smiled back at you.

“Eddie, (Y/N)?” Dustin and Suzie were standing in the doorway. You two quickly stood up and took a step away from each other.

“What’s up?” You asked, not daring to look at Eddie.

“Steve just got on the walkie and said he wants to have everyone at his house tomorrow to swim and stuff so the group can meet Suzie.” Dustin explained.

“I know it’s Sunday… Can I go? Please, (Y/N)? We won’t be alone, we’ll be in a group!” Suzie pleaded.

“Yes, Suze. You can go. I’ll take you guys and pick you up.” You said with a chuckle.

“Eddie can take us, right Eddie? He’s part of the group.” Dustin smiled at Eddie.

Your shoulders sagged, disappointed that you would be all alone tomorrow. You forced a small smile, looking at Eddie. “Are you okay with that?”

Eddie saw the change in your demeanor, and he really wanted to hang out again. “Why don’t you come? You live here now, so you should make some friends.” He shrugged.

“I don’t want to intrude or ruin any group dynamics.” You shrugged.

“No, Eddie’s right! You should come, you can meet more people your age. Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, Steve.” Dustin emphasized Steve’s name, staring at Eddie. Eddie scowled at him.

“If you’re sure…” you said, looking at Eddie for confirmation.

His expression softened and he smiled. “Come, please.”

You nodded, trying to hide your excitement.

“Great! Now, let’s go make food. I’m starving. Sandwiches okay?” Suzie beamed, dragging Dustin to the kitchen before anyone could respond.

You chuckled, stepping closer to Eddie with your arms folded over your chest. “Are you sure I won’t be intruding? What if your friends hate me?” You asked quietly.

Eddie stepped even closer, his chest an inch away from your arms. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and dragged both hands down your arms forcing you to uncross them. He held your hands, his thumbs gently rubbing your palms. “They’re going to love you. I promise. Come on, let’s finish unpacking.”

You nodded and sighed, releasing the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Eddie let go of your hands, reluctantly, and you busied yourselves unpacking. You were unpacking the last of your clothes when you remembered what you had in the box Eddie was currently unpacking. You didn’t want to draw attention to it, so you pleaded that Suzie would yell that the food was ready before he got to the bottom of the box.

To your relief, she did.

“Peanut butter and jelly, turkey and cheddar, and BLT.” She said, walking out as you came into the kitchen.

Eddie grabbed a BLT and leaned up against the counter. You picked up a peanut butter and jelly and hopped up onto the counter across from him. He finished his sandwich in three bites, and you heard his stomach grumble, still hungry, but he didn’t move. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed the other BLT and held it out to him with a smirk. He reluctantly took it, shyly looking at the ground.

“I don’t want to eat all of your food.” He mumbled.

“Then don’t. I have a fully stocked pantry and fridge, so it’d probably take you a long time to eat it all.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

He laughed, biting into his sandwich.

After you two had finished your food, he wanted to finish unpacking. You assured him you could finish the last two boxes another time, and he frowned, slightly disappointed. He thought you were going to kick him out since you were pretty much done.

“Will you help me hang some pictures and stuff?” You asked him, holding a hammer.

He nodded enthusiastically, following you back to your bedroom.

You opened the box that held your picture frames and carefully laid them on the floor. Eddie stood behind you, studying each picture. There was one of you and who he assumed were your siblings all wearing matching outfits, some different nature prints, a framed cover of The Hobbit, a few poems, and a big building that looked like a castle.

“What’s that? Your castle, princess?” He asked, pointing at the picture.

“Oh, that’s the Salt Lake City temple. There’s a saying ‘if this isn’t your castle, then you aren’t my prince.’ that Mormon girls say. It’s the goal you’re supposed to strive to achieve.” You let out a small chuckle laced with a hint of sadness.

Eddie knew he definitely wasn’t a prince, let alone one that would ever be granted access to that castle. He frowned, grateful you couldn’t see it. “It’s pretty.”

You just nodded, putting it back in the box.

“Wait, why aren’t you hanging it up?” Eddie asked, kneeling next to you on the floor. He saw a tear fall from your eye, and you quickly wiped it away.

“I haven’t told anyone.” You whispered, pressing your palms under your eyes to try and stop the tears.

“Told anyone what?” He moved the picture frames, shifting so he was sitting cross-legged in front of you.

You took a deep breath, looking straight at Eddie. Were you really about to tell him your deepest secret? You had only known him for 24 hours and yet, looking into those big brown eyes, you felt like you would trust him with your life. You stood up, Eddie’s brow furrowed in concern, then in confusion as you dug through the box he was unpacking earlier and pulling out a shoebox. You sat back down and put the shoebox in your lap.

“This is my box of contraband.” You opened it and put it in Eddie’s lap.

He carefully looked in the box, pulling out various items. Cassette tapes of Dolly Parton, Michael Jackson, Prince, The Cure, Metallica and Iron Maiden?! He looked at you quizzically, but you shrugged, motioning for him to keep looking. He pulled out two novels with half naked men on the front, steamy romance novels probably, and gave a small chuckle. He pulled out black lace teddy, which you quickly grabbed, both of your cheeks turning bright red at the discovery. Under the teddy was a bag of weed, which really shocked Eddie, and a journal.

He shook his head in confusion, “Wait, other than the weed, why is the rest of this contraband?”

“I’m not supposed to listen to that ‘devil music.’ That’s all music that didn’t ‘bring the spirit’ into the life of the listener, so I never listened to popular radio.” You laughed, remembering earlier.

“I’m not supposed to read steamy romance novels with sex scenes, let alone have ANYTHING with a half naked man on it. This-” you held up the teddy “goes against every modesty standard I’ve been taught. I stole the weed from Eden, she still thinks my parents found it and took it from her. I haven’t smoked it, I’ve been too scared to. That journal? Holds every single thought I’ve had for the last two years. It’s full of things I find extremely problematic with the church, and questions I tried to get answers to. Thoughts that I shouldn’t be having…”

Eddie listened, growing more confused because this box contradicted what he was told about Mormons. “So, Dustin told me about your rules and stuff this morning. You’re saying you don’t follow the rules?” He held his face in his hands, his brain was going a million miles a minute trying to understand.

You shook your head. “I’m saying I don’t think I want to anymore. My whole life has been someone telling me what to wear, how to behave, what to read, where to go, what my future should be like. Being guilted for normal human thoughts and feelings. I don’t want to spend 3 hours at church every Sunday. My parents never cared about how I was feeling, they just wanted me to be perfect so I could be the perfect little wife. I don’t want to go to the temple. I don’t want to pop out 7 babies, stay home all day, and dote on a husband who probably doesn’t even know how to pleasure a woman!” You were practically shouting, but quickly lowered your voice, realizing Suzie could hear.

Eddie just stared at you, trying not to smile at the last statement. He cleared his throat and pushed down his smile before motioning for you to continue.

“Did you know that they consider sex before marriage, masturbation, oral sex, all of that type of stuff, a sin second only to murder? Do you know how guilty I felt after watching Grease at my friend’s house and feeling turned on by John Conaway? I couldn’t sleep for a week because I felt like I was committing a crime! It’s literally indoctrinated into you if you’re born into it. You don’t have a choice or a chance to question. You’re fed the same lessons year after year, the same rules, the same expectations, and you’re judged if you question it. My parents would be so disappointed in me, maybe never speak to me again, my friends from home would abandon me if they found out about this stuff, which is part of the reason I wanted to move so far away. I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this.” You were in tears again, all of the frustration and tension you had been holding onto for the last two years releasing as you vented to Eddie.

Eddie grabbed you, pulling you into his lap so he could give you a hug, shushing you while rubbing your back gently until your sobs had almost stopped. You weren’t sure how long you sat there, but you were grateful for Eddie’s tight hug. He smelled like weed and coffee and old spice maybe? You didn’t know, but he smelled good. You sat up and slowly slid off his lap, sitting across from him again, your knees gently touching his.

“Jeez, you probably think I’m crazy. We’ve only known each other for 24 hours and already I’m spilling my guts to you.” You let out a half-hearted laugh, wiping the remaining tears.

“I don’t think you’re crazy, (Y/N). I think you’ve been holding on to so many emotions and trying to go through it alone. I don’t know what you’re going through, but I know what it’s like to be judged for every single thing you do. I’ve never been part of religion- unless you count my satanic cult.” He winked, making you giggle. “Sometimes ranting to a stranger is easier than people you’re close to because they don’t have any expectations for you yet.”

“Thank you, Eddie.” You whispered, placing your hand on top of his knee. “For agreeing to yesterday, for helping me unpack, and for listening to the rantings of a strange girl you’ve only known for a day.”

“It’s been my pleasure.” He said, placing his hand on yours. “I’m more than happy to help in any way I can. And please, for the love of God, do not smoke that weed. You don’t know where it came from. If you want to try it, I can get you some.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You laughed. “I think for now, getting my feelings out in the open is a good start. I don’t want Suzie telling my parents anything.” You said as you started putting the things back into the shoe box.

You tried to grab the weed that was next to Eddie, but he snatched it away from you, giving you a stern look. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t try to fight him on it. He put it in his pocket with a gloating grin on his face.

The next two hours Eddie spent trying to hang pictures straight, you telling him they were off just slightly, him fixing them, and even though they never were perfectly straight, you told him they were. You liked watching him concentrate, his tongue poked out of his mouth ever so slightly.

Around 6 o’clock, you all headed out to go get burgers at the local diner. After you had ordered, you and Eddie went to go get some condiments at the condiment station.

“Aww man, I forgot that fry sauce doesn’t exist outside of Utah.” you pouted.

“Do you mean ketchup?” Eddie questioned.

You didn’t answer, instead placed equal parts mayo, ketchup, and a small bit of barbeque sauce and mustard in the little paper cup. Eddie watched, mildly horrified, as you took a coffee stirrer and mixed it all together. You stuck your pinky in the mixture and tasted it, nodding your head in approval.

“That does not seem like it would taste good.” Eddie scrunched his nose.

“Don’t knock it till you try it, Munson.” you hip bumped him, walking back to the table.

You and Eddie were seated on the same side of the booth so Suzie and Dustin could be as close as possible. You sat with one leg folded up on the bench, your body turned slightly sideways to face Eddie, while you talked. When your food arrived, you tried to get him to try the fry sauce mixture, and after a few minutes of pleading and batting your eyelashes, he relented. He dipped his fry in the mixture while you, Dustin, and Suzie watched his reaction. He folded his hands in front of his face, pretending to be deep in thought, before saying “I give it a 7/10. It’s not bad, but plain ketchup is better.”

Dustin and Suzie chuckled, going back to the conversation about what they wanted to do during Suzie’s last two days in Hawkins. You half listened because you had to go where Suzie went, but you and Eddie were sneaking glances at each other, smiling in embarrassment when one of you caught the other staring.

“Is that okay, (Y/n/n)?” Suzie asked, bringing you out of your little bubble.

“Is what okay?”

Suzie sighed, exasperated. “Tomorrow we’ll go to Steve’s, and then on Monday Dusty bun wants to have a picnic at the park for dinner.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You agreed, grateful that they didn’t want to do anything too crazy.

When you were finished with your food, Eddie dropped you and Suzie back at your apartment. You stayed in the car as Dustin walked Suzie to the door, giving them a minute of privacy.

“Thank you for helping today. I had a lot of fun.” You said, fidgeting with the hem of your overalls.

“You’re welcome. I did too.” Eddie ran his hand through his hair.

You looked out the window and saw Dustin and Suzie still hugging, rolling your eyes because you knew they would never let go unless you broke it up. “I better go before they suffocate each other. I’ll see you tomorrow at Steve’s?”

Eddie nodded, a goofy grin on his face.

You opened the door, but in a moment of bravery, you leaned over to Eddie and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Eddie.” You said, hopping out of the van and walking to your door.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” Eddie called after you, watching as you broke up Dustin and Suzie’s hug. You and Suzie went inside, and Dustin came back to the van.

“Man, she’s amazing. I wish I could see her every day. At least we get tomorrow.” Dustin sighed, buckling his seatbelt.

“Yeah. Amazing. Tomorrow.” Eddie mumbled, still blushing from the kiss as he drove away.

After getting ready for bed, Suzie was gushing about how sweet Dustin was as you laid in bed. But you weren’t listening very intently, because all you could think about was Eddie. Suzie assumed you were sleeping, so she stopped talking. A few minutes later you heard her light snoring, and soon drifted off yourself, excited and nervous for the next day.

#Eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things season four #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #Eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #dustin henderson #suzie bingham #stranger things x you #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things pov

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danidee01 · 2 years

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*Y/n, Steve and Dustin talking about Suzie*

Steve: "I am not even sure if this 'Suzie' you keep talking about exists"

Dustin: "Why would I lie?!".

Steve: "Well... it's strange that we've never seen her or that you never talk to her in front of us"

Y/n to Steve: "Steve... I've never seen your penis yet I believe you have one. The fact that you've never seen her doesn't mean she doesn't exist."

*Both of them too stunned to even speak*

A/N: Could someone actually write a one shot with this conversation in it? Please and thank you!

#steve harrington #dustin x suzie #dustin henderson #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things x you #shitpost #lol #stranger things pov

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munsonshire · 29 days

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Being dominant in a non-sexual way

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: none, well a little (nearly invisible) sexual tension but idk if that would qualify as a warning

Masterlist

Idk about y'all but there are certain things that a partner can do for you that show their dominance, and unlike the popular belief not all dominance has to be sexual or lead to something related to sex. Here I bring you some examples of things that I think Eddie would do with their partner that show this kind of dominance.

First, he's always opening doors for you, to shops, to your house, your car, whatever has a door, he opens it for you, he's such a gentleman.

Second, he will tie your shoelaces for you, if he's feeling particularly mischievous or so he will tie them together and then pick you up when you're about to fall saying something like "You're already falling for me"

Third, he makes you put his rings on his fingers, and he asks you to do it slowly, he has so much fun watching you flush while you do it. He will then kiss you for doing a good job at remembering where each ring went (he has a specific way in which he wears his rings)

Fourth, when you're shy and look down he holds your chin and tilts your head upwards so that you're starting back at him. Will also do this when he wants a kiss.

Fifth, one of his many love languages is touch, so he has this thing where he will pull you to his lap and hold you close while letting his hands caress your thighs, tracing his fingers up and down them.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things pov #stranger things headcanons #eddie munson headcanons #eddie stranger things #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader headcanons

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whateveronfilm · 2 years

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boyfriend eddie through some polaroids <3

credit to @zerlinity again for the last pic

#idk what exactly these are but I didn’t want to waste them #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things pov #eddie my love #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson pov #Eddie munson polaroids #stranger things 4 #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 vol 2 #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn edit #eddie munson edit #stranger things edit #eddie through polaroids

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granills · 2 years

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pov: Chrissy stayed at Eddie's

#eddissy #chrissy x eddie #eddissy au #stranger things pov #stranger things #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #moodboard

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ilovetulips · 1 year

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fem!reader x older!tattooartist!eddiemunson

part 1 here !

WARNINGS : smut mdni. phone sex :)). age gap mentioned !! if u dont like dont read. basically the same as pt. 1 but shorter.

hope u all enjoy !! ♡ ♡ ♡ (p.s my reqs are open)

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eddie hasn’t been able to get you off his mind. ever since you walked in and seduced him like a little minx. he knew it was ‘unprofessional’, yet if anyone else were out into that position, he’s certain they would’ve done the same.

such a sweet thing like you, and such an opposite man like him. you were younger, sure, but you were oh so sweet and fully aware of what you were doing when you first met.

you, similarly, can’t get the picture of that mess of curls out of your head. his lips, his hands trailing up your skirt, the small crows feet either side of his eyes. even his dick for gods sake. something about him was so enduring… so enchanting. you couldn’t help yourself.

it had been 5 days since your last and first interaction with eddie munson, and it has been replaying in your head nonstop. but there hasn’t been a call yet, and now you’re starting to regret your sudden outburst of confidence.

i mean, you had ended on a really good note - he finished your tattoo, you payed at a discounted price because he said you’d already gave him enough ‘payment’. but why hadn’t he called you back…?

had you come off too strong? maybe he did that with all of his clients… could you just be another one of them? what if he just didn’t care about you? you were obsessed with him but did he even think about you and—

ring ring.

no, it can’t be him. that’ll be too convenient of a time right? it’s probably work.

you trail over to the phone on the wall, lazily dragging your legs after laying in bed all day. it was about 10pm, your day being well spent in the comfort of your room. you were expecting a call from work too, so you had already lost hope for eddie and assumed it was your boss calling you.

“hello?” you say sweetly down the phone, spinning the lean your back against the wall.

“missed that voice, hi sweetheart.” your heart stopped. the world stopped. it was actually him - you’d been dreaming about hearing that voice again and it was finally happening right now.

“y’there y/n?” you twirl the cord around your finger.

“hi, eddie.” a high pitched voice sounds down the microphone, not registering in your mind that it’s yours. your heart is quite literally pounding in your chest now.

“sorry about not calling you sooner sweetness, been busy. i’ve missed you.” the heat rises to your cheeks faster than it ever has. you feel like a girl in high-school with a stupid crush.

“s’okay, i’ve been busy too. m’glad you finally called me though.”

“oh yeah? you missed me sweet thing?” now he just sounds cocky.

“mmm, i wouldn’t go that far.” you smirk.

“i see how it is…”

silence. it consumes the both of you. it’s not the awkward type, you feel as if you are just flourishing in his company through the phone.

“m’being serious when i say i missed you. couldn’t stop thinking about you, y’little minx.” he lets out a breathy laugh at the nickname, and it could quite possibly be the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard. you become aware of your clothes feeling too hot, and your thighs clenching tightly.

“i missed you too. nearly came to your work to book another tattoo just to see you.” you giggle slightly and bite your lip, sounding ridiculous and wanting to stop yourself.

“that obsessed already baby? gotcha hooked. should’ve came down, last time was definitely something.” as if your face couldn’t get anymore red.

you laugh down the phone, not knowing how to respond to that unforgettable day. heat pools underneath your small bedtime shorts.

“maybe you should’ve called me earlier, we could’ve done something… i’ve missed you.” your eyelids clamp shut, afraid you’re starting something you won’t be able to finish.

eddie was sat there, stunned and shirtless in his bedroom of his apartment. and let’s be honest, the plaid pants he was wearing as pyjamas weren’t leaving much to the imagination as his boner presses against the stitching. as soon as he heard your voice, he couldn’t help himself.

“fuck- you can’t say stuff like that t’me sweetheart. m’going crazy over here.” your statement didn’t leave much to the imagination, and ended with him rutting his hips into the air to get some sort of release. he lets out a small moan at the feel of his leaky tip touching the thin material of his pants.

the growing tension was absolutely suffocating, yet neither of you wanted to make the first move and wanted to relish in it until it snapped.

now you aren’t going to pretend like you didn’t hear him moan, because you most definitely did. before you even knew it, your nipples had pebbled against your small shirt, and slick was coating your thighs.

“watcha doin’ right now, eds?” the innocent act only made him worse.

he was still circling his hips, the waistband of his pants falling lower and leaving his happy trail becoming more and more exposed. you were circling your finger around the harsh indent of your nipple over your shirt, biting back a moan - both pleasuring yourself slightly but not fully committing yet.

“d’ya really want me to answer that, angel? cause i think you can hear what m’ doing.” he finally caves and pulls his hardened length of out his pants, precum dribbling down the tip in beads. just like the sick fuck he is, he moves the phone down to his hip level and starts rubbing his cock. “f-fuck, wish you were here touchin’ me right now.”

your receiver fills with sounds of eddie’s slick cock being rubbed, the sound of his spit and precum mixing to soak his dick perfectly. the sounds leave little to the imagination, as you trail your fingers down to your waistband to your dripping cunt. the jolt of pain that rushes through you when you brush over your throbbing cunt forces a moan to escape your lips.

“not so much of an angel are ya sweetheart- shit.” he bucks his hips into his fist, fucking his hand to the sound of your little pants. “touchin’ yourself to the sound of me. dirty girl.” the smirk in his voice evident.

“n-never said i was an angel—“ you slip your finger into your tight hole, plunging it all the way until you feel that spongey spot on your walls. it elicits such a sweet moan that eddie thinks he’s gonna cream himself right then and there. “n’ you started touchin’ yourself to the sound of my voice you perv.”

his hand speeds up, the moans spurring him on even further as he whines into the microphone of the phone. “fuck- missed your pretty noises so much. so so so much.” he hisses. “you gonna slip another finger in, baby? fill yourself up so it feels like me.” he wouldn’t admit that the nickname ‘perv’ was really making it difficult for him right now.

you nod despite him not being able to see you, and do what he says. “miss you touchin’ me. haven’t stopped thinking about you eddie.” your brain was starting to fuzz over, any words that could leave your mouth doing so.

he bites down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood as he holds back from blowing his load. edging himself so you could finish at the same time. judging my your moans and your fucked out voice, you weren’t far off.

you pump 3 fingers in and out of you, massaging that spot inside of you while your thumb works on your clit occasionally. the pressure was building in your tummy to quick you didn’t even have the chance to tell the boy.

“shh shh sweets, don’t worry. m’ gonna see you this week n’ make you feel so- fuck- so fuckin’ good. you want that?” at this point, you could only reply with chants of ‘yesyesyespleasefuck’ and high pitched moans that made eddie’s hand flood with the familiar hot liquid while yours drips out of you.

your back arches off the bed as you drop the phone onto the bed next to you, your pants and moans filling your room as you come down from your high. listening to it almost made the curly haired boy hard again as he imagined how you looked right now - fucked out eyes falling asleep and glossy red lips from biting down on them.

“lick ‘em clean, princes. wanna hear you suckin’ on them fingers nice n’ good.” so you did, making it a point to pop off your fingers obnoxiously loud with a ‘mmmm’.

“you promise to see me this week?” you practically whisper down the phone, not wanted to sound pathetic despite the fact you literally finger fucked yourself to the sound of him.

“i promise, my sweet sweet girl. i’ll take you out somewhere real fancy and—“ you cut him off.

“no. i don’t want fancy… i just wanna do something with just us two. maybe watch a movie or somethin’.”

it sounded like absolute heaven to him. “of course, baby. i’ll call you tomorrow. thanks for helpin’ me get off.”

and with that he hangs up, leaving you red faced and slightly horny again at the thought of what you just did.

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