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falloutkeiji · 2 years

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4 times eddie calls you sweetheart + 1 time he actually means it

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characters: eddie munson x gn! reader

warnings: mentions of drug use (weed), light drinking, cursing, use of the nickname “sweetheart,” implied panic attack, the tiniest bit of angst

notes: this is my first fic pls be gentle w/ me. this is a play on the fic trend from a while ago that was like 4 + 1 things. anyway. hope u enjoy my blorbo writing

pt. 2

✰ the first time ✰

the smell of weed, tobacco, and incense hit your nose as you crossed the threshold into eddie’s room.

he plopped himself on his bed with a grin and flipped his black lunchbox open with a flourish.

“so…” he starts, drawing out the vowels way longer than he needs to. “what can i do for ya on this fine day?” he says in a faux professional voice.

the smirk on his face is playful, and he waves his hands in front of the dingy lunchbox as if he’s showing it off.

you play along with his bit, standing up straighter and pretending to be in deep thought. “i’ll take your finest product, sir. the best herbs you have on the market,” you reply.

eddie throws his head back with a raucous laugh, his hair falling behind his shoulders with the motion. you watch as his eyes squint shut and his mouth falls open as he shakes with the laughter. you really didn’t think what you said was all that funny, but the thought fades away as you watch him laugh unabashedly.

as his laughter dies down into small snorts, he grabs a small baggie of prerolled joints.

you stare at the bag in his hand, not making any motion to grab it. “what’s this? this isn’t what i’ve gotten from you the last like, 4 times.”

eddie’s grin grows on one side, and he waves the bag back and forth in the space between you two. “oh, you know. just wanted to make things easier, since you can’t roll for shit, sweetheart.”

it’s obvious he’s just trying to irritate you, but the knowledge doesn’t stop the flush from rising up your neck. you snatch the bag from him, muttering “asshole” under your breath, but you’re secretly thankful he went through the work of rolling your weed for you.

✰ the second time ✰

“welcome to music and more!”

eddie’s bored voice echoes through the empty store. he’s bent over the counter at the front, hair falling in front of his face as he writes quickly in a notebook.

it’s evident that he only heard the bell ring at your entrance and hasn’t seen you come in, so you stroll quietly up to the counter.

standing directly in front of him now, you can see his eyelashes fan over his cheekbones as he doodles characters for his next campaign. the action is so endearing that you want to scream and cry, but you watch him silently for a minute before clearing your throat.

“ahem, sir. i would like to speak to the manager.”

eddie’s head shoots up, a look of annoyance quickly fading into relief when he sees that it’s you standing there. “oh, thank fucking god. you scared the shit out of me there for a second.”

“whatcha drawing, munson? something nerdy, i presume?”

he glares at you before snatching his notebook away. “anyway,” he shouts, fixing the store lanyard that hangs around his neck. “why are you here?” he says suspiciously.

you gasp at him, hand against your chest in offense. “so rude, eddie. so rude. how dare you speak to a paying customer like that? i should have you fired for this.”

he grins at you, leaning up against the counter before replying. “i think you’re actually here because you can’t resist my epic salesman charisma, sweetheart.”

the flush returns to your face at that stupid fucking pet name, and you reach over the counter to punch him in the arm.

the conversation is dropped when, in typical eddie fashion, he collapses in a fit of dramatics onto the floor.

✰ the third time ✰

the awakening truly happens the third time he calls you sweetheart.

you’re packed into a dingy bar, surrounded by your small group of tipsy friends and a larger group of older, drunker men.

you’re stuck at a sticky barstool, waiting for the person you came for to get their ass on the stage. but, as is to be expected, the man of the hour is late.

30 minutes past their listed starting time, eddie and his band strut onto the stage.

for the next 30 minutes, your jaw is on the (beer-covered) floor.

you’d seen eddie practice before, had seen him singing and playing in his room and had even seen him practice with the rest of corroded coffin, but this was different.

eddie was up on that stage, hair teased up and eyes lined in black. his energy was electric as he played his guitar and banged his head to the song that you were, frankly, not even listening to.

the entire set passed in a daze, and you barely snapped out of it when eddie came bounding up to you after the show.

he was all giddy with excitement, bouncing on the balls of his feet. his hair was all over the place, and his eyeliner was smudged due to sweat, but you thought he had never looked prettier.

his excited grin turned teasing when he saw your awestruck expression. “seems like you enjoyed the show, sweetheart.”

if your face burned up, it could be blamed on the alcohol.

✰ the fourth time ✰

you had been avoiding eddie.

it had just become too much.

it was the one too many “sweethearts” that he so casually threw at you, but it was also, like, everything about him.

it was the fact that he was such a nerd and so passionate about his interests that he didn’t care. it was the fact that despite his flair for the dramatics, he was so sweet all the time, especially to you. it was the fact of his beautiful, stupid fucking hair and his pretty, stupid fucking smile and his hot, stupid fucking rings.

it was a wonder that you hadn’t fallen for him already in the years that you two had been friends. but now, you were at a complete loss.

you couldn’t do this to him. you were one of eddie’s only loyal, unconditional friends. you couldn’t put yourself in a place where you were lying to him and expecting more from him than what he could give you.

despite your better judgment and the churning nausea in the pit of your stomach, you grabbed your house phone and dialed a number you’d known by heart for years.

“hi, thank you for calling the munson residence! you kill ‘em, we grill ‘em! this is eddie speaking, how may i be of assistance to you?”

the anxiety you felt couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your throat at eddie’s greeting. it was a running joke for eddie to answer the phone with a different, equally ridiculous greeting each time.

“hi eddie. it’s me,” you speak quietly.

“oh hello! i should’ve recognized your laugh anywhere. to what do i owe the pleasure today, sweetheart?”

there it was again. that stupid fucking nickname. the reason that you had to make this call in the first place. the reason that your heart was racing and you felt bile rising up your throat.

and it wasn’t just the nickname. his casual tone caught you off guard and made you want to hang up the phone and forget this ever happened. you had expected him to be mad at your week-long avoidance, but his tone made it seem like he didn’t notice, or simply didn’t care. how was he still fucking flirting?

after an awkwardly long pause, you remembered that he had asked a question and was definitely still expecting an answer. “um. can we- can i come over?”

✰ + the first time he means it ✰

being in his room makes things like exponentially worse.

you’re surrounded by eddie. his entire soul is bared across the small room, with his band and movie posters, with his band shirts strewn across the room, with his notebooks filled with drawings and lyrics, with his guitar, with him.

“so….” he starts, twirling his hair around his finger and holding it to his face. “what did ya wanna talk about?”

he’s visibly nervous, if the hair twirling and leg shaking is anything to go by. you feel bad for making him nervous, but your own nerves are making it impossible to say what you need to say.

after a good minute of silence, he opens his mouth again. “swee-“

“that,” you cut him off.

he drops his hair, moving his fingers to play with his rings. “what?” he asks, his eyebrows raising up into his bangs in confusion.

“that. that fucking word, eddie. stop calling me that.”

“sweetheart?”

“yes, eddie, fuck.”

he looks at you for a while before speaking. he seems hesitant, not knowing exactly how to react to your outburst. “i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable. i really am. that was never my intention. i was just messing with you.”

frustrated tears fill your eyes. “that’s the problem, eds. that’s the fucking problem. that you’re just “messing” with me. i don’t want you to just be messing with me. i really, really like you. i didn’t realize it until you started calling me sweetheart and it made me so flustered and i didn’t know why it made me so flustered but it’s because i fucking really like you and i’m sorry and i really didn’t want to ruin our friendship so if you don’t wanna speak to me again that’s fine i just can’t handle it anymore and i just had to tell you. i’m sorry.”

at this point, the tears are fully streaming down your face. your breathing is labored, both from the anxiety and the long-winded rambling. you shut your eyes so hard you see colors because you can’t stand to see eddie’s reaction.

you flinch when you feel a warm pressure wipe away the tears on your cheeks. “breathe for me. in and out, you got it,” he says quietly, gently resting his hand on your shoulder.

it’s after a few minutes of his coaxing that you finally relax. once he feels you stop hyperventilating, he leans back to look at you. “so… if i tell you that i’m not just messing with you, can i start calling you sweetheart again?” despite the casual air of his words, he is back to twirling his hair and avoiding your gaze.

you glare at him half-heartedly. “and what is that supposed to mean?”

“it means that i like you too, dumbass.” despite this brash confession, eddie’s face is flushed with color as he grabs your hand in his. he kisses your palm, and you pretend not to shiver when he whispers “sweetheart” into your skin.

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latelyanobsession · 2 months

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Hello dear <3 what about X, F, and O for Billy Hargrove? a tiny smooch for your great writing :*

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)

Billy can be fairly skittish when it comes to commitment. He acts very detached and uncaring about the subject, maybe he even avoids it at times. He certainly doesn't enjoy conversations about it and has offloaded more than a few partners who were considering it.

Long-term and married life is not something Billy has ever thought about. It's not something he thinks he's entitled to. He doesn't deserve it. He's not cut out for it. People never tend to stick around for long in his life. You may have managed to last this long but he's always fighting down this feeling in the back of his mind that it will all come crashing down someday and he shouldn't get his hopes up. That there's no point in dreaming. There's no point in reaching for fairy tales. Just make the good times last. And when it all dries up? He'll grab a couple sixers, drown his sorrows, and call it squared.

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

Billy is someone who has learned throughout his life that vulnerability comes at a high price. That sensitivity is a negative trait. That showing your softer side is a weakness and it gets you hurt. He is a very suspicious, cautious, and guarded person. He looks distant and uncaring because he takes time to size up every person before interacting with them. When he determines it is safe to interact with others, he showboats, flexes, dominates, and intimidates in an attempt to prove how invulnerable, strong, and confident he is.

It is most likely that Billy would not intend to open up to you. You would be subject to his armored display as much as any other person. It would be a matter of whether or not you could find the chinks and begin coaxing out that sensitive and scared boy behind it. In shared moments, he may offer small tokens about himself to test your authenticity. If you take genuine interest in the information he shares and offer him a safe and understanding space he would begin to unwind himself somewhat but would still always be holding back just enough that he could always flee at a moment's notice.

X - Xtra (Random HC)

Billy gets fussy over you when you look a little "too nice" on date night. If your shirt is open wider than his, he starts readjusting the shoulders for you. If your jewelry draws more attention and sparkle, there's suddenly an arm around you and Billy chastising you for wearing everything you own out the door. "You wanna get jumped?"

It's not that Billy doesn't want you to flaunt it, but he worries. He worries so damn much that someone that looks this good (even better than him) might leave him. He doesn't always believe that you dress to impress him. Or that those little one-night wonders are solely for him. So he dims your light sometimes to soothe his own anxieties.

F - Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Billy's favorite position is without a doubt, 'face down, ass up'. Whether that's a traditional doggy, some variation, or bending a partner over some manner of furniture, he gets what he wants. He wants angle and depth with every stroke.

His other favorites involve a little more work on his part and a lot of flexibility on your part, but if managed it's all the better for you both. A wildcard favorite of his is when he rolls you to your side, pinning one of your legs beneath him and wrapping the other around his hip. Taking you this way he can get all the depth he wants while watching your face scrunch and your jaw slacken each time he rams that sweet spot inside you. He additionally has better flexibility to play with you, should he so desire.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Billy has a strong preference for giving, and that's an understatement. It has little to do with control and more to do with praise. He spends his days constantly feeling or being outright told that what he does is wrong. But when he has you on your back, with your nails imprinting crescents into his shoulders, and your spine coiled tighter than a spring? He knows he's doing something right. He's doing good. Hearing you choke and gasp as you throw your head into the pillows is the closest he's come to an "atta boy!" in weeks and he's greedy for more. He wants to nip and pluck at the thin skin below your ear until your hips grind and buck against his. He wants to bite and suck at your tongue until you whimper and shiver in his arms. He's so hungry to please you because you always provide that confirmation. That he's wanted.

This is in comparison to his near indifference at times to receiving. Billy craves a lot of stimulation and bores easily, so holding still to be gone down on rarely works for him unless you get exotic and trail your tongue further south... Ever the adventurer, he will nearly fall to pieces if you eat him out. Tease him a good while, and he will be the most agreeable you've ever seen him.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Billy is generously proportioned but by no means intimidating in size. He's uncircumcised with a deep rosy head that fully pushes back against the foreskin when he's at his peak. His sheath can be deceiving, making him appear visually longer with a graceful upward curve to his erect shaft. He hits all the right places just by the default of his nature. What he packs the most is girth. Heavy in hand, and warm on the tongue. You always feel empty when he pulls out.

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fandomimaginestrash · 2 years

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Initiation - Eddie Munson x (GN) Henderson! Reader

Summary: Eddie Munson had been dating Dustin Henderson's sibling since long before Dustin joined Hellfire, it's not their fault he never saw the signs. (Alternate Summary: Dustin invites his sibling to join their boyfriends' D&D campaign.)

Today was the day. The first day of senior year. It also happened to be the day your brother started his freshman year. Normally, you would get a ride to school with Eddie, who had been your boyfriend for the last six months. However, today being Dustin's first day, it was probably better that you drop him off since he didn't want to take his bike. "Dustin!" You called up the stairs from the front door, "will you please hurry up, you're going to make us both late!" "I'm coming, I'm coming!" you heard his response as he bounded down the stairs, his footsteps were so loud you feared he actually might fall through them. Dustin pushed past you and headed towards the front door. "Dusty, you need some breakfast." Your mother called after him. "There's no time mom!" He bellowed back as you sighed dramatically and whispered under your breath "we are never getting to school, are we?" "Look, I've got an apple, okay!" Dustin grabbed one from the fruit bowl to satisfy your mom. "Have a lovely day, dears!" "We will mom!" you responded in chorus.

As you climbed into the car, Dustin began quizzing you about the school. What the cliques were, whether the older kids would be horrid to him and his friends. "Maybe that shirt's not such a great idea." You gestured to what your brother was wearing and raised an eyebrow. "Hey, this shirt is a classic." He defended. You both laughed and the rest of the drive was spent with you constantly reassuring him that he would have a great time.

When you got to the school, you pulled up in an empty spot and let Dustin out of the car. "Aren't you coming?" He asked when you didn't move. "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute, you go on ahead." You smiled. Thirty seconds after he had turned and left, the passenger side door opened again and there was a hefty sigh as the visitor threw themselves down into the seat. "Here we are again," Eddie turned to face you and you to face him, "high school, how thrilling." His voice was monotonous and sarcastic. "Senior year, again," you teased him with a smile as your hand reached up to cup his cheek, "not much longer now babe, this is going to be your year!" You assured him. He moved his head to kiss the palm of your hand, which was still touching his face. "I love that you have so much faith in me." He pulled you by the arm towards him and kissed your forehead, then your lips, then your lips again. Flashing you a wicked grin in between. "No." "Wha-" Eddie clutched at his heart, "What do you mean no, I haven't even said anything." "Your face says it all, I missed enough classes last year because of you, you are not being the reason I miss the first class of senior year when you're the reason I almost didn't make it to senior year!" Although you were entirely serious in what you were saying, your tone was playful. It wasn't Eddies fault you almost got held back a year, sure he was the reason you skipped all those classes, but it was definitely still your choice to do so. "Fine, then I guess I'm just going to have to find someone else who'll hang out with me." He feigned disappointment, knowing full well just how important it was to you to be able to go off to college next year. "Good luck." You smiled, pulling your hand away from his face and opening your car door to step out. Eddie followed suit, before stepping around the vehicle and stopping in front of you. "One more, for luck?" he pleaded. How could you say no to those beautiful, brown eyes? You stepped forward, allowing yourself to be wrapped up in his arms as you shared a kiss. "Love you." He whispered as you broke the kiss. "Love you too."

The next time you saw Eddie was in English class. The two of you didn't share many classes, so, despite the fact this was the subject he disliked the most, you made it bearable. He sat in the seat right next to you, you knew this was going to be a long, long semester. "Quit staring at me!" You whispered. "Can't," he responded, "if I blink or look away you might disappear." When he wanted to, Eddie could be incredibly sweet and romantic, but when the situation called for it, he could also be exactly what you would expect from the school 'freak'. Despite the number of times you had told him it was just a stupid, awful nickname and reassured him he isn't actually a freak, part of him couldn't get over the fact that they might be right and once you figured that out, he would lose you for good. "Mr Munson," the teacher called, grabbing the attention of you both, "can we please open our textbooks?" Eddie quickly found he was the only person without an open book on his desk and he began rummaging around. Unable to find it, but too embarrassed to ask the teacher for a copy, he began to doodle in his notebook, giving the illusion he was taking notes. "Here," you whispered, "I've got a spare." Eddie looked at you puzzled, "Why on earth do you have a spare textbook?" "Honestly, I figured you wouldn't have one, so I got two." You smiled at him. He looked at you with a face that displayed eternal gratitude. "You're so weird," his frown turned to a smile, "and I'm so lucky." Eddie had never really had 'school supplies', and you meant what you said about this being the year he graduated. You were going to do everything you could to help, even if that meant forcing him to study and making sure he had all the textbooks he required. He knew that you weren't buying him school supplies because he or his uncle couldn't, but that it was because you genuinely cared for him.

When lunch finally rolled around, you looked everywhere for Eddie, but, he was nowhere to be found. You sat at your usual table, neither Eddie nor his D&D friends were anywhere to be found, so for now, you sat alone. That was until you saw your brother charging through the cafeteria. "Odd," you thought to yourself. "I wonder where he's running to?" You were no stranger to the antics of your brother, his friends, and the Upside Down. So out of instinct, you followed him. He ran into an empty classroom, which you too were going to enter until you looked through the frosted pane of glass. Dustin had run into a Hellfire meeting, headed up, of course, by Eddie.

Leaving them to it, you smiled and walked back to the cafeteria, grateful that your brother and boyfriend were getting along as well as you had known they would. Even if Dustin didn't know about your relationship.

Your first class after lunch felt like it had lasted forever. When the bell finally rang, you grabbed your belongings and ran straight for the door, not hearing what the teacher had said about homework at all. When you got to your locker, Eddie was already there waiting for you. "What took you so long?" he dramatically looked at his watch. "Shut up and tell me why you were talking to my brother." You quizzed him with a smile. "Little Henderson wants to join Hellfire," he shrugged, "what can I say, word gets around fast that I'm the best Dungeon Master in this town." A fact you were not going to dispute. Although you had never actually witnessed a Hellfire meeting, you had flicked through Eddie's notes when he was preparing a campaign (on more than one occasion). "And you're going to....?" you waited for him to respond. "I'm going to....?" he mocked your tone and you cocked your head to one side. "Obviously I'm going to let him and his friends join." "Okay, it sounds like there's a but." "But," he continued, confirming your suspicions, "I can't just let them join, that would be crazy, Gareth and Jeff would kill me. They have to pass the initiation first." "God, you're sadistic, I love you." You breathed, shaking your head ever so slightly. "That's what they tell me, and, I love you too." He placed a quick, chaste kiss on your forehead before walking off to his next class. One that he no doubt was not going to pay attention to. You watched Eddie walk away and began to wonder what kind of madness he would come up with for your brother and his friends.

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"PLEASE!" Dustin begged. "Yeah, please, please, please!" Added Mike. "You have to!" Lucas chimed in. "Oh, I have to, do I?" You raised your eyebrow at the boy. "Oh, erm, I mean," Lucas stumbled over his words, "You're our only hope." He elaborated. "Ah!" You looked between the three boys, "So I'm your Obi-Wan." Dustin began to smile, he knew this meant you were in, the other two, however, just stood there nodding frantically. "Okay, I'll join," the three boys began to cheer. "BUT," you raised your hand, "there is one condition." You heard a chorus of "name it" "anything" and a dramatic "here we go" which came with an eye-roll, from Lucas, Mike and Dustin, in that order. "You must not, and I repeat, must not, tell Eddie it was me who taught the three of you to play in the first place." The three boys agreed very quickly to your condition. "Good," you nodded, sattisfied. "Now go get in the car so we can get this show on the road!

As you drove back towards the school, you couldn't help but think about the look on Eddie's face when he discovered that you had been keeping this secret from him for as long as you had known him. "So why don't you want Eddie to know?" Mike asked you. "Erm," you racked your brain trying to come up with something believable that on the one hand didn't expose your relationship, and on the other hand didn't make it seem like the two of you had never even so much as spoken to one another. It's not like you were trying to hide your relationship, in fact, chances are pretty much the whole school knew by now. It's just your family who didn't, and you weren't even hiding it! Eddie would pick you up for school and drop you at home regularly. "I mean we share a few classes, but it's not like we ever talk about D&D, you know." You shrugged, hoping you had managed to quell their curiosity. Which it had done, for now.

"I can't wait, this is going to be so much fun!" Lucas cheered as the three boys exited the car ahead of you. "I've heard his campaigns are EPIC!" Dustin squealed. "I've heard they're ruthless!" Mike's voice matched the excitement in his eyes. "You guys go ahead, I'll be right behind you." You called as you locked your car. The boys ran off and made their way to the classroom reserved for Hellfire; you on the other hand, took a deep breath and prepared yourself for what was going to happen next.

"So," you heard as you neared the classroom, "who did you bring?" Eddie had asked the three excited boys. "That would be me." You answered, stepping into the room before any of them could say anything. "Really?" Eddie asked, confused and surprised. "You.... don't play?" You weren't sure if that was a question or a statement. Eddie began walking towards you. He was unable to hear the three boys stifling their giggles. Dustin, Mike and Lucas took their seats on your right-hand side. You carried on walking towards Eddie, paying no attention to the grin on his face and meeting him halfway across the room. "Who do you think taught these dweebs to play?" Motioning towards them with your head. “My god, you’re so damn hot." Eddie breathed.

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huboi · 1 year

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cuddles

character(s) — bat eddie munson and werewolf steve harrington (polyamory)

fandom — stranger things

gn reader

summary — you and your supernatural boyfriends cuddle on the couch whilst watching a movie

tw/cw — food mention, lmk if there are any more!

an — I’m just so soft for bat eddie and wolf steve, like the idea in general is just too adorable

it was a normal, well, normal for you guys’, Saturday night. cuddling whilst watching a random horror movie that steve managed to get his hands on from family video. it’s been a tough week for all three of you, so what better way to relax than watching a horror movie whilst snuggled with your supernatural boyfriends?

eddie in his bat form, snuggled on your chest, and steve, in his wolf form, snuggled against your thighs. you heard a chirp come from eddie, looking down you saw him giving you the best puppy dogesque eyes he could in his bat form. you knew he was asking for more fruit, even though he’s already had 3 bowls worth.

sighing, you got up from the couch, steve whining in the sudden loss of warmth. you got a small bowl from the cabinet and filled it with blueberries, cut pieces of banana, and cut strawberries. “there, you happy now, you little pain in the neck?” you asked, eddie chirping in affirmation.

you picked up the bowl and shuffled back into the living room, where steve was laying, you noticed he seemed annoyed. sighing internally, you placed the bowl of fruit onto the table for eddie, watching as he flew onto the table and stuffed his face into the bowl.

“I’m sorry stevie, eddie was hungry so I didn’t have much choice” you explained, sitting down next to him and scratching him behind the ears, where you knew he’s sensitive. steves’ mood seemed to lighten up, his tail thumping against the couch.

eventually you ended up falling fast asleep, without meaning to. eddie and steve both turned back into their human forms and carried you to bed, bride style. the night ended with steve snuggling against you and falling asleep whilst eddie just kinda snuggled you and closed his eyes <3

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captain-tch · 1 year

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Candy Striper (Eddie Munson x PlatonicGN!Reader)

You help look after the Munson family while Eddie is in hospital

He was here, again. Mr Munson was slumped in the chair beside Eddie's hospital bed, his hand weakly lying next to Eddie's. He looked like a puppet with the strings cut, and from the clothes he was wearing, he hadn't gone home.

"I don't think I've ever seen him leave." The nurse besides you piped up. "Eddie coded last night and he's not moved since."

Your heart panged for him. You couldn't imagine the pain Eddie's uncle was going through. When Eddie arrived in the hospital only two days ago, no one believed he would make it through the night. But he was still here, after a few cardiac arrests and one major surgery, he was still here. He was nothing like the boy you exchanged awkward smiles with in class, his body lacking the life he always exuded.

"It must be so hard." You mused, leaning against the counter. You mindlessly smoothed the fabric of your candy striper apron down. "Is there anything I can do?"

"There's some coffee in the staff room. Strictly for staff, only." She enunciated the words, nodding her head slightly to the side. "You look tired, why don't you grab a cup?"

The pieces fell together, and you nodded your head. "Yeah, I think I will actually."

You stood up from the desk, striding towards the staff room. The room was surprisingly quiet, the nurses having little chance to get a break with the sudden flood of earthquake victims. Looking over your shoulder, you reached for the coffee pot, pouring it into one of the disposable cups. The cup warmed in your hand. You faltered, before snatching up a handful of creamer and sugar sachets, shoving them deep into the pockets of your apron.

You felt as if everyone was watching you as you walked towards Eddie's room, knocking lightly on the door. Wayne's head shot up, his eyes connecting to yours. His eyes were red rimmed and puffy, and guessing from the size of the bags underneath them he hadn't slept a wink since Eddie was admitted.

"Hi Mr Munson," you sent him a weak smile. "I brought you some coffee."

"Oh, thank you." He muttered, dragging his hand across his face.

You placed the cup gently on the bed side table, pulling out all the sachets and dumping them on the sides. "I wasn't sure how you take your coffee so there's some creamer and sugar too."

He appeared dazed. He looked up at you, something other than sadness spreading across his features. "That's great, I can't thank you enough."

You smiled, heart breaking at how tired he seemed. "It's the least I can do."

You bid him farewell, leaving to attend to other patient's.

That was the first time of many. Like a magnet you were constantly drawn to the room, bringing Wayne a steaming cup of coffee and a smile each morning. The bags under his eyes got darker; he smiled more, and that was something.

Today was no different. You lightly tapped the door, Wayne gesturing over his shoulder for you to come in. You deposited the coffee on the table, sugar already stirred into the caffeinated drink. You knew by now he hated creamers.

"You're late, I was getting worried." Wayne joked. You felt lighter - that was the first joke you'd heard him make.

"One of the patients made me go all the way back to the kitchens to get them a different kind of jello - its wobbly water, how can you tell?"

A huff of a laugh passed Wayne's lips.

"I don't mind though," you shrugged, your hand dipping into the front of your arpon. "The nurses told me you've not been eating."

"I'm not hungry."

"You need to eat." You sighed, pulling out the object in your apron. "I know it's not much... Please can you eat this? For me?"

Wayne looked at the pudding cup in your hand, then back to you. "Aren't you going to get into trouble?"

"Food in the cafeteria is free, you know, since everything has happened. Which you'd know if you went there." You waved the pudding cup in his face, sending him a pointed look. He sighed, reaching out and taking it from you. You passed him a spoon immediately, watching him like a hawk.

"Wait, now?"

You nodded.

"I could report you," he grumbled.

You smiled brightly. "But you won't - you like me too much."

"Yeah, yeah," he brushed it off, ripping open the lid of the pudding cup. He dunked the spoon in, taking a big mouthful. He raised a brow at you. "Better now?"

"Much." You glanced at the watch on your wrist. "I've got to go now - but you better eat that whole thing, or I'll tattle on you for bringing in visitors after hours."

He knew it was an empty threat. All of the nurses and staff on the ward knew he helped sneak in Eddie's friends, turning a blind eye when a handful of kids would scurry past. Sometimes the cleaners helped too. The whole ward was in on it - it was the worst kept secret there.

"Yes ma'am." Wayne nodded, dipping in the spoon again. You tried to hide your smile, grateful he was finally eating.

"I'll be back at the same time tomorrow."

Just like you promised, you returned like clockwork with a coffee in your hand. Except this time a towel was slung across your shoulder and determination in your stride.

"Oh, hey Y/N, busy morning?" He accepted the coffee, slurping loudly as he considered your tired frame.

"Not really," you shrugged. "Long week."

"You've been here every morning since I've been here, what about school?"

You dragged a spare chair into the room, sitting across from him. You could always spare five minutes to talk, even if it meant staying later on your shift to compensate. "I normally only do Saturday mornings but given the whole situation, I thought I was needed here. Besides, the school is shut at the moment. It's the refuge centre."

"That's very kind of you."

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish. You never thought too much about donating your time to the hospital, it was second nature at this point. You finally managed to muster some words. "Thank you sir."

"Do you know my boy? You're at Hawkins High, right?"

"Yeah I am." You leaned back in the chair, fiddling with your hands. "I know him, he's in my maths class. He lets me draw on his arm if I get stressed."

"Those are your drawings?"

You dipped your head, embarrassment clouding you. "How do you know?"

"He's always showing them off, telling me how the coolest kid in school is using his arm as a canvas. I'd have to beg him to shower because he just didn't want to wash them away."

"Really?"

"Yeah, boy did he half stink at times. At least until he figured out he could just take pictures of them, then it didn't matter too much if they faded."

You huffed a laugh, smiling distantly. "I never knew that."

You looked at Eddie's still form in the bed. The colour was starting to return to his cheeks, and if it wasn't for the bandages creeping out beneath the covers you would have thought he was sleeping. "You know what Eddie would say now?"

Wayne raised a brow, waiting for you to continue.

"He'd say you need to look after yourself, just like how you've looked after him all these years. Go home, sleep in your bed, shower and eat a hot meal."

"My home was torn apart in the quake."

You sighed, slumping back in your chair. As if the earthquake hadn’t hurt him enough, by attacking Eddie and making him sick with worry, he now didn’t have a home either. You wanted to curse whatever higher power had inflicted this level of pain on his family.

“We’ve got some showers here, and the cafeteria. I know it’s not a lot, but it’s something.”

Wayne immediately shook his head no, dead against the idea. “No, I’m not leaving him.”

Instinctively, you sat up, reaching for Wayne’s hand. You held it softly, forcing his gaze to fall on you. “We need to make sure you’re here and you’re healthy for when he wakes up.”

Wayne opened his mouth to protest, cut off by your voice. “You need a shower and some hot food. I’ll stay here, and if anything changes I’ll find you, okay?”

Wayne stayed silent for a moment. He looked between you, Eddie and the heart monitor. Eddie hadn’t coded for a few days, and the doctors had said he appeared to be doing well. They just needed him to wake up.

“What - what if he wakes up and I’m not here?”

You tightened your grip on his hand. “He won’t be alone. I’ll be here. And if he wakes up, I’ll run and find you as fast as I can.”

He looked so conflicted, his gaze settling on Eddie. He sighed deeply, retracting his hand from yours and standing upright. He moved towards the bed, gently reaching out and squeezing Eddie’s fingers. “I’ll be back soon - you be good for Y/N.”

He let go quickly, spinning on his heel. You reached for the towel on your shoulder, passing it to him. You led him out of the room, pointing out one of the nurses who could help direct him to the showers. He looked down at the towel in his hand, his lips curling at the edges.

“You planned this all along?”

You shrugged, a small smile on your face. “Just doing my job sir.”

He nodded, walking towards the nurse. His steps faltered as he left the room, turning towards you. “He’ll be okay, right?”

A lump grew in your throat. Seeing Wayne’s eyes keep dancing to the figure laying in the bed and how he was twisting the towel in his hands, you knew he was nervous. You were fairly certain it was the first time he’d left the room for more than five minutes.

“He’s in good hands.” You managed to choke out, watching from the doorway as he seemed satisfied with the answer, following the nurse down the corridors.

You turned back towards the room, walking towards the chair and falling back into it. This was the longest you’d spent here, and god was it awfully quiet. You twiddled with your thumbs, listening to Eddie’s steady breathing and beep of the heart monitor. The quiet felt suffocating, and soon you found words spilling out of your mouth without realising.

“So I’m the coolest kid in school, huh?” You laughed, looking at his still figure. “I always thought that title was reserved for you. You don’t care what other people think, you are undeniably you. You own that shit.”

You paused, as if waiting for a response. One never came.

“I’ve always wanted to be your friend, and not just someone who doodles on you. Maybe once you’re better we can hang out? I bet you’re dying to get out of here.” You winced, realising your poor choice of words. “Sorry, that was insensitive.”

The silence greeted you once more.

“You know, there’s this great book store just out of town. They have some tables at the back and you can play board games, they even have D&D. I reckon you’d like it there. Maybe you and your friends can go? I know since you’ve been in here they haven’t played.” You subconsciously moved your chair closer, so you were much closer to Eddie. “Your friends… they really miss you. They all really miss you. Dustin in particular.”

You waited a beat, wondering if the mention of their names might awake him from his coma. He didn’t move an inch. You sighed.

“They visit you all the time, which you probably already know.” You breathed a laugh, straightening out your uniform apron. “They bring food for the nurses though. Dustin’s mom makes the best brownies I’ve ever had. I could marry the woman.”

You looked at Eddie, taking in the bandages and bruises lingering on his skin. You couldn’t help but wonder what happened to him to injure him so badly, unable to wrap your brain around the reasoning his friends stuttered out when he was brought out in the ER. They blamed stray animals; something told you that wasn’t entirely accurate.

“I know you don’t know me that well, but you need to wake up soon. Everyone is so worried about you.”

For a brief second, you swore you saw him move. But it was a trick of the mind, as he remained as perfectly still as he had since he was admitted. You tried not to be disappointed, falling into silence as you waited for Wayne to return. Minutes dragged by until you heard fast footsteps thudding down the corridor, Wayne’s slightly dishevelled figure appearing in the doorframe.

“Is he okay?” He asked breathlessly, surging forwards to be closer to Eddie’s bedside. A whiff of the hospital shampoo followed in his wake, clogging your nose with a smell similar to baby powder. You immediately left the chair, watching him flop into his gracelessly.

“Yeah, watched him like a hawk.” You smiled. “Did you get something to eat?”

“Not sure what all the fuss was about, it was hot mush.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “But you ate something other than pudding cups.”

“Eating is overrated.” He looked up at you, a small curl to his lips. “Thank you. For looking after me and my boy.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

After that the two of you maintained a routine. Wayne would go shower, eat, try to find somewhere to stay while you remained at Eddie’s side, ears always perked for the consistent beeping of the heart monitor. It quickly felt as if you were visiting an old friend. Each day you brought something different to occupy yourself - a book (which you read aloud to Eddie), some knitting (you didn’t talk much these times, just allowing your string of curses to fill the silence as the yarn got tangled), and sometimes you wouldn’t bring anything at all. Sometimes you would merely sit by his bedside, talking into the void and hoping you would hear something back. You never did.

On one mundane Tuesday morning, you strolled into the room, Wayne’s coffee in hand. You were oblivious to the unusual levels of noise leaving the room, simply walking over the threshold to complete your daily ritual.

You froze.

Wayne sat close to the bed, clutching Eddie’s hand as he chatted endlessly. This didn’t take you by surprise, having found Wayne engaging in full conversations with Eddie’s comatose body on many occasions. What did take you by surprise was how he was talking to Eddie - a very much awake Eddie.

The coffee cup slipped out of your grip. The hot liquid sloshed onto the floor, burning your legs yet you couldn’t register the fleeting pain, gaze transfixed on the boy you had believed would never wake up.

Both pairs of eyes spun towards you. Wayne smiled widely, frowning as he took in the coffee dripping off of your calves.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

Wordlessly you nodded, gulping nervously. “I’ll uh, I’ll go grab a mop.”

Without uttering another word you turned on your heel, marching down the ward corridor. Casting a quick glance over your shoulder, you saw Wayne hadn’t followed you out. You collapsed against the closest wall, body slumping.

He was alive, he was awake. Suddenly all of the conversations you believed to be one sided played on repeat in your brain. Oh god, you’d told him you wished you two would be friends. A wave of embarrassment washed over you. You prayed he couldn't recall any of it, just so you could save your dignity.

But you couldn’t avoid him forever.

Sucking in a deep breath, you pulled yourself upright. You marched towards the supply closet, filling a bucket with some water and snatched up the mop. As you were walking back towards the room, you could overhear snippets of conversation drifting out into the hallway.

“This entire time?”

Wayne’s laughter filtered into the corridor. “There wasn’t a day that would go by without them coming in here. I’ve got all the time in the world for them - they helped pull me back in during my darkest hour.”

“Uncle Wayne…” You could hear the sadness seeping into Eddie’s voice. You didn’t want to interrupt their moment, waiting for a lull in conversation so you could re-enter. After a few minutes you grabbed your chance, walking in with the mop in hand, pretending to not have heard a word.

“I see someone finally decided to wake up.” You teased, dunking the mop into the bucket, letting the mop soak in the soapy water.

“Disappointed I can talk back now?”

You occupied yourself with cleaning up the spilled coffee, hoping he didn’t catch the embarrassment clouding your features. “Guess I’ll just have to find another comatose boy to vent to.”

Eddie laughed, a noise you never believed you would hear again. It was nice, you took a moment to relish in the sound. “Nice to know I’m so easily replaceable.”

You matched his mood, a huff of a laugh passing your lips. You finished mopping, tidying away the fallen cup and looked at Wayne, who seemed the most alive you’d ever seen him. A smile curved onto your lips. They didn’t need you anymore.

“Do you want another coffee Wayne?” He shook his head no. You picked up the bucket, sending the pair of them a bright grin. “I’ll leave you two to it - I reckon you’ve got quite a bit of catching up to do.”

You retreated from the room, thankful that Eddie was finally awake and his uncle had him back. Deep down, sadness took root. No longer would you sit by Eddie’s bedside reading, knitting or talking. It felt like you had lost a friend. Shame quickly took its place, how could you think so selfishly when Eddie now had his life back?

You brushed your feelings away, pushing down the pain whilst you attended to the rest of your duties for the day.

Each day that passed, your days were getting less busy. More patients were returning home, the aftermath of the earthquake slowly but surely ebbing away. Beds were left empty in the hospital and eventually, they no longer needed you everyday. You found yourself lost on what to do, having buckets of time and no way to spend it. You were accustomed to spending hours walking the sterile halls, to spreading happiness to patients and trying to brighten their day. It was good work, work you took pride in, and now you had returned back to your usual Saturday mornings you found yourself craving to be back there.

Your muscles acted with a mind of their own. You found yourself at the hospital, walking the familiar route to his room. You patted down imaginary dust from your jeans, suddenly self conscious. This would be the first time you had seen him outside of your working hours.

You greeted a few nurses along the route, spending a few minutes chatting to your favourite cleaner. As much as you enjoyed the interactions, you were itching to already be down the corridor and in the room where you belonged.

When you arrived at his door, your feet no longer cooperated. You wanted to walk in, self doubts suddenly plaguing you. To him, you were a volunteer, someone who was there to complete a duty. He could never comprehend the friendship you had woven with him over your visits. Maybe he would find this weird, you seeing him during allocated visiting times. Maybe he would kick you out. Maybe he would report you to the nurses. Maybe he had forgotten who you were, you hadn’t seen him since last Saturday.

“Who’s there?” He called out, breaking you from your spiral. “I promise I won't bite.”

You gathered all of your courage and flung the door open. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, a wide grin quickly overtaking his features. “Y/N!”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding. He remembered your name, he recognised you outside of your candy striper uniform.

“I haven’t seen you in forever - I thought you’d forgotten about me!” Eddie pouted, gesturing for you to come in. You obeyed, stepping into the room and falling into your favourite seat. “I didn’t realise you owned anything other than a candy striper uniform.”

You laughed heartily, relaxing back into the chair. A bout of silence enveloped the pair of you, and you thought back to the time where you sat here by his side, listening attentively to the monitors. That felt like a lifetime ago.

Eddie broke the silence, playing with his fingers. “Have you been to the bookstore?”

Your brows furrowed. “Bookstore?”

“You know, the one with the D&D tables?”

Your head fell into your hands. You prayed your hands could hide you from him, you could disappear and he would forget all of this ever happened. You mustered a squeak, unable to face the truth but thirsty to know the answers. “How much did you hear?”

“All of it, I think.” His hands reached out, gently pulling at yours. Slowly you peeked up at him, your shoulders sagging at the sight of his shy smile. “You know, when I heard the coolest kid in Hawkins wanted to be my friend, I knew I had to wake up.”

“Oh shut up,” you giggled, averting your gaze from him. “I’m nowhere near the coolest kid.”

“I heard what Wayne told you, you know, about the drawings? God, I wanted so hard to wake up right there and then to shut him up.” He shook his head, traces of a smile on his lips. “I always looked forward to that class, pretty sure that’s the only class I never skipped.”

“I… I didn’t know.” You couldn’t wrap your head around Eddie’s words, scrambling for an explanation. “Why?”

“Because it was the only time I could spend with my friend.”

You couldn’t hide your smile, shaking your head. “Why didn’t we ever hang outside of class?”

“I don’t know, I thought you wouldn’t want to be seen with the town’s freak.”

“I don’t care about any of that.” You laughed again, shaking your head. “Why are we both so awkward?”

Eddie joined your laughter, wincing as he jostled his side.

“You know, I think I saw a pen around here.” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows. “What do you say we reminisce about the good ol’ days?”

You gleefully obliged, scavenging the nurses office for a pen. You were by Eddie’s side in an instant, assuming the position and uncapping the pen.

That’s how you spent the rest of your night, pen ink sprawling along Eddie’s arm as you talked way past visiting hours, forging a friendship that would last a lifetime.

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ittostan · 1 year

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"It was a little mistake"

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Genre- Angst

Show- Stranger things

Warnings- Angst (no comfort), kind of OOC Eddie, terrible writing, L Eddie

Word count- 1,671 words 8,727 characters

Author note- hey guys so I guess the original post of the first part disappeared!! So here it is again (SECOND PART IS STILL UP!!)

For some people, it came as a surprise when they heard you hung out with the freak of Hawkins. You were surprised when others were surprised. Did it just not seem like you would? You weren't popular, but you guess you weren't really an outsider either. You never talked to kids who were considered popular or not many who were considered losers-- unless Chrissy Cunningham was considered popular and Eddie Munson a loser. You usually talked to Chrissy at parties when Jason was with the team, and she saw the chance away from the crowds of people when she was near you. With Eddie, you two started hanging out after grabbing the same Black Sabbath cassette tape.

"Uh...I had this first, so I'll just take it," you said, tugging it towards yourself.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure I had my eyes on it first, so it's definitely mine." He pulled it towards him.

"Dude, I grabbed it first. Just give it to me."

"If I can't have it, nobody can." He gave one last tug with all his strength and threw the tape on the floor, breaking it into what looked like a million pieces, then realized he had it just in his hands for a few seconds and could've taken it.

"You break it, you buy it," a voice yelled, then having you two run out and run to your cars, driving off. The next day, bright and early in the morning, Eddie Munson saw the one and only guy he saw at the music store, and it got even worse seeing you starting to walk up to him. "Munson is it? Eddie Munson" you asked, with just a hint of annoyance in your voice. Were you stalking him now? Oh god, you probably knew every single thing about him. Every secret. Everything! "Hello?" you waved your hand in front of his face to have him snap back into reality. "Yea, that’s me," the man with the birds' nest in his hair said.

"You owe me ten bucks."

"Even better... I'll take you to a little fun game." He didn't really have ten bucks, so he decided why not invite this cute person to something even better than 10 bucks! His dnd campaign!

Eddie didn't really tell you what he meant, but after school, he met with you at the room where they had their meetings, and to be honest, you never really looked at this room, seeing all the stuff for maybe theater. You saw a table surrounded by guys that had the same shirts as Eddie did, saying ‘HELLFIRE CLUB’ with a devil or demon it looked like and other things.

You never really talked to any of the people here, but you knew some of them just by their names. Mike Wheeler is the brother of Nancy Wheeler. Dustin Henderson hangs out with Steve Harrington. Lucas Sinclair is on the basketball team. Gareth’s talked to me a few times. The others you had no idea about, but you looked for a free chair and, luckily, it looked like Eddie had put one out for you! You sat down in it and looked at the game that was set out on the table. The whole game, you were confused and confused about how this made up for your ten dollars.

After that day, Eddie made it up to you after you kept asking for the 10 dollars, and he just bought you the cassette tape at that point. You did continue to hang out with the Hellfire Club and became friends with them all, still keeping your place as not a loser and not popular. Now, after a few months of keeping that place and hanging out with the club and Eddie outside of school, you started to develop feelings for THE Edward Munson. You weren't in some little romance movie, so you definitely couldn't just tell him straight up, so maybe give hints?

You started to sit closer to him.

You left little flirty words when talking to him

Tried nicknames

You got kinda touchy (put your hand on his mostly).

Nothing.

You even told him "I like you."

He laughed it off. He laughed at your confession.

Now you were in your room, laying in the middle of your bed, arms and legs spread out, wondering if he liked you back. He never stopped smiling around you. He was always calling you cute names... but then again, he did those with basically everyone he got along with. You rolled over on your stomach, groaning in a complaint, then kicking your mattress over and over till your legs hurt. Something came to your head. It’s like 6 pm. Eddie is probably setting up for hellfire. Alone. You rushed to get up and put on your slippers because of how much you were in a rush, then ran out of the house and got into your car to drive to Hawkins High School even after you left like two hours or three ago. You saw Eddie's van and parked next to it, getting out of the car and stuffing the keys into your pocket. Going inside the school, you heard muffled arguing, so you walked towards it, seeing the slightly open door to the theater room, but when you were going to walk in, the mention of your name made you freeze.

"You said they told you they liked you as a joke? Well, do you like them? " you heard Micheal Wheeler say

"Like them? [your name]? Are you joking right wheeler?" Eddie laughed, "They’re not my type. Let's say I like people who give me some space. That is the opposite of them. They’re always near me like if they aren't they’ll die! There's no way someone could be into that." The group laughed, continuing to completely shit on you. The way you act, the way you dress. The people you spoke to. Every Single. Thing. How could you be so stupid to think Eddie would like you? The only reason the two of you started talking was that you told him he owed you ten dollars. If you hadn't gone up to him that day, you wouldn't have spoken a word to him and he wouldn't have to you either. You could feel tears filling your eyes just threatening to come out if you didn't leave.

You did end up going home and face-planting into your bed, instantly sobbing into your pillow with the things the club had been saying were repeating over and over in your head, basically being imprinted into your mind. The one thing that stuck out to you the most was what Eddie said before you left "Meeting them was a little mistake. Trust me. I don't want them here any less than you guys do. I feel bad for anybody who dates them," his voice said, filled with hatred and annoyance but a small bit of regret that you didn't pick up. That's when you left, so that’s all you had heard, and you were glad you left since you don't think you could take anymore.

The next day felt like the devil himself planned this day. You got up and took a shower bright and early in the morning, then did whatever you did before going off to school, and when you got to the parking lot, it was getting filled with student cars and people getting dropped off. You drove into the parking lot quickly, taking a parking spot that someone almost stole from you. You got out of the car and ran your hands through your fingers, walking to the school doors. "[Your name]!!" someone called, but you ignored it and continued walking through the halls. "[Your Name]!" was called out again, so you turned your head and saw the metal head walking towards you with his hands in his pocket and a smile on his face, acting like he was innocent. Like he didn't hate you. Like he didn't even say your whole friendship was a mistake and he didn't even want it to happen. Sometimes you just wanted to choke him till his face turned blue, but you didn't let your thoughts get the best of you or you’d end up in prison.

All day he had been trying to get your attention, but you either walked in another direction, hid around corners, or simply just ignored him, acting as if he didn't even exist. Now on his side, he didn't know what to do. He tried walking beside you and talking, but you didn't even breathe his way. Not even a little side-eye. What did he do? Did a rumor come out about him? Did you just not feel well? Did you not want to be friends? He saved a spot for you at the hellfire’s table right next to him..no show. He was even saving an extra drink for you. Last night they didn't finish the campaign due to all the talk about you, so he told everyone to come the next day so they could get a little further, probably just for an hour. It was after school and he left you a note in your locker that said they were having hellfire if you wanted to come. You read it... then threw it away.

While the guys were at Hellfire, he stared at the empty seat that had been left for you. Where were you? What did he do?

A week has passed. Then 2. Then 3. Then, somehow, it was 21 weeks, 147 days, 3528 hours, and 211680 minutes without you. He tried to make it up to you. He did. You told him a month later in a little paper but never spoke to him again. He bought you a few things to make it up to you, but none worked. He missed your smile. He missed your laugh. He missed how on little movie nights you’d add some random candies to the popcorn. He missed you. He made the biggest mistake ever. Losing you

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luv-loo · 1 year

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Chocolate-Banana Smoothie

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Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N is having a crummy shift at the Smoothie Groove, a smoothie shop in Starcourt Mall. She takes out her built up frustration on the next customer to come through their doors, only to realise to late that it was Hawkins High’s former king..

Notes/Anything Else: This is a repost for the third time because I’ve given up on trying to make writing only blogs, so now have them on my main ! Slight CW for more ~Spicy~ thoughts for Y/N. Bro re-reading this makes me cringe so freaking much lmao, but hey, it’s not to bad

Growing up in Hawkins isn’t easy, specially when your family hasn’t got the biggest of bank going around.

That’s why you picked up a job at the Starcourt mall, freshly opened in Hawkins, the next big thing to keep the town from becoming the poor, hell hole your family keeps saying it will.

It’s a Wednesday afternoon, middle of the summer holidays and you’re serving up smoothies one after the other.

The blonde girl “Layla ?” you think her name is, is currently chatting up an another man, around his late 20’s, while you mangle everything around the place. It’s pointless, really, Layla’s already gotten down two buttons on her uniform and the man is barely keeping focus on what she’s saying. Why bother?

Over frustration, hearing another “ding!” from the front door made your eye twitch harshly. You walk to the front counter and pick up your order notebook without looking at the customer.

“Welcome to Smoothie Groove, where all your groovy combinations become a reality. Unless you’re the 10th person today asking for a banana and chocolate large combo, that shit isn’t even good!”

You start off as usual, but you break the happy-go lucky mechanical greeting when the day catches up to you. As well as a killer headache. Your mind fuzzed and you just want to go back home and sleep.

“… I wasn’t planning on it..?”

You looked up, eye wide and pupils small, as you take in that voice.

That voice, the one you hear in Mr Natwholey geography class, laughing in the back with his friends. The one you hear in the hallway shouting on a walkie-talkie to some kids.

Mr Steve Harrington, the once king of Hawkins, had a usual look of alluring smugness on his bright face. Not at this moment. No, his freckled face has been startled and his eyes had gone wide with a half surprise smirk to top it off.

“Oh, shit. Um, so sorry sir. I’m not in the best mood today.. what could I get you?” You try and fix the awkward mess you created, the pride you have left is shrinking ever so slightly while doing so.

Steve scans your face, silently, giving an eyebrow raise before turning his attention to the Smoothie Groove menu above the counter. Coloured creamy white and a sickly, sugary sweet pink, a colour you are sick at seeing.

He takes his time with choosing, his eyes scanning from left to right and vice versa. Every so often he’ll stop at a spot and look at it for a moment before continuing down the rows of the basic menu.

You take this time and covertly move your eyes down. ‘Nothing creepy!’ You tell yourself. It’s just that his harsh blue and white sailor uniform sticks out like a sore thumb, specially in the creamy white & sickly pink set up you have going on for yourself.

Your eyes stop at his blue shorts, you can just see the skin part, without moving forward and bending your head down. Your mind thinks back to the longing stares you gave him geography, or the quick glances in the halls. You feel yourself getting hotter, pulling at the hems of your shirt. Why can’t he just take it-

“I’ve made up my mind.” He says. You snap your head back up, clenching your notebook like your god damn life depends on it. You pull your lips into a strained, yet polite, smile.

“Alright sir, what will it be?” You ask, your voice honeyed over, hoping your cheeks aren’t the same colour of your, honestly, tacky uniform. Your heart is beating faster, as if it’ll burst out of chest like the alien did in, well, Alien.

Scanning Steve’s face, your desperate for any sign that he didn’t notice. Your hope fading though. He just had a smile, showing all his teeth. He’s eyes are underlined with something else, not just a polite look.

“One small strawberry shortcake, extra white chocolate, two medium peachy-cherries & I’ll get a banana chocolate. If that’s alright.” His voice was content, keeping that toothy smile, that you’re having so many mixed feelings with.

Your eye twitched as your wrote down the order. Chewing the inside your cheek to stop yourself from making a snapping complaint. Settle on passive aggressive instead.

“You can’t make anything easy, Steve Harrington?”

“Hey, it’s a good combo Y/N L/N. Why do you think people get it often?”

You roll your eyes as Steve pulls out his wallet. You finish writing down the order, your face burning.

“That’ll be $17.50. Card or cash?” You rip the paper from the others and put the pen and notepad down.

“Cash… this should be good.” Steve hands you the bills and some coins. You stretch out your hand to take them, in turn making contact with his fingers for a split second. You can tell just how soft they are by a slight touch.

“I’ll be back in two shakes with your order.” You gleefully pull a soft smile on, as you turn and head to the kitchen in the back. Putting on your best acting you can muster before crumbling to pieces.

“I’ll be counting on it!” You hear him call, that smile being present in every word.

You return 5 minutes later. All the drinks on a cardboard tray as you use your hip to open the door.

“Order for Steve!” You call as you make your way back to the register.

When you look up, you meet the same brown eyes as before, getting closer as Steve strides his legs towards you.

Your heart is beating fast. You can’t help but watch his hair bounce softly and his neckerchief outlining his chest. ‘More than intended’ you think to yourself. You straighten yourself out, drinks in hand.

Steve steps up to the counter and looks at your face for a moment, his face turns delighted as he stares at you a little longer than 2 seconds. His gaze making you panic slightly. ‘Is it obvious?’

He blinks and turns to look down at the four smoothies he ordered.

“These look great.” He takes the banana chocolate, from the top left of the cardboard, and uses his other hand to hold the platter of drinks. The joy in his voice makes you giddy.

Steve takes a sip of his banana-choc combo, you watch as his adam’s apple goes up and down at every gulp. He softly gasped as he took his mouth of the straw and eyes the drink, putting it straight to his face.

“This is why people are getting the banana chocolate, it’s so good!” He takes another sip. When he took his mouth off the straw again, he made a pop.

“Made by a good looking smoothie worker as well.” Steve conducted, his face coy as he turned to walk out. You stop in your tracks, putting your arms out onto the counter to keep you steady.

“Meet me at Scoops Ahoy! Anytime!” He calls as he pushes the door with his side, walking out as the bell at the top dinged.

You’re a hot, blushing mess. Not only did Steve, fucking, Harrington told you to meet him at any time, but he could you good looking. You bite your lip as you turn and head to the kitchen and or break room.

‘Maybe banana chocolate isn’t as bad as I thought..’

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meatmutt-nsfw · 2 years

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too fast for love | eddie munson

this may or may not have been an early birthday present for myself hehe :3 —eddie playlist here

pairing(s): ftm!bottom!eddie munson X amab!reader

warning(s): nsfw, masturbation, clit + hole + folds used for eddie’s genitalia, possible sub!eddie, fingering, mentions of cunnilingus, mentions of ass play, mentions of piv sex, squirting, rushed ending

EDDIE couldn’t stop thinking about you, you were always on his mind whether it be your smile or your voice or the thought of you fucking him. He was only able to get off while thinking of you too, you helping or watching him always made him writhe on his sheets. He needed you.

Mötley Crüe’s Too Fast for Love played in the background loud enough to cover Eddie’s sounds. He was stripped naked on his bed, hand between his thighs playing with himself. He was so wet and hot yet a chill ran down his spine as he imagined you talking him through his orgasm.

He bit his lip and whined quietly as he rubbed his clit. Even with rock and roll playing, he could still hear the squelching noises from between his legs. He wondered what you would say if you heard it.

“So wet for me already, Eddie?” or maybe, “That’s it, rub that pretty clit like I would.” Eddie felt himself grow wetter if it was even possible.

He’d taken off his clothes as soon as he’d gotten home from Hellfire and noticed a wet stain on his grey boxers just from seeing you during the campaign. He had to keep his legs crossed/together or else he feared you’d smell his lust; in the long run, the thought of you smelling him only turned him on more.

His fingers worked faster at his clit, rubbing quick and short circles that made his back arch. Eddie wanted to feel your skin against his, whether it be your lips, tongue, fingers, hands, nose, thighs, cock, he’d take anything.

Eddie’s thoughts drifted to your mouth on his folds: your lips kissing them, your tongue spreading his wetness and moving in and out of his hole slowly. It all made Eddie shudder and clench.

He felt his wetness drip out of him and run down onto his asshole. Eddie let out a lewd moan as he imagined you cleaning it up and saying, “I can’t wait to stuff your holes with my seed, boy.”

Eddie’s thighs flexed and his body shook. “Cumming,” he managed as he slowed the stimulation to his clit while his hole clenched around nothing.

His fingers stopped fully while he caught his breath. Eddie groaned as he finally moved from his spot on his back, only to readjust onto his knees with his face in the sheets and his ass in the air.

The AC was cold against his dripping hole and made him clench. Eddie reached beneath him and spread his folds as if you were there watching him.

He imagined your cock jumping at the sight, just waiting to be inside him and wrecking him. Eddie shifted his weight from knee to knee and arched his back, sliding two fingers into his hole.

Eddie’s eyes rolled back and he gasped at the sensation of being finally filled by something. He shoved his face into the sheets, fingering himself rather quickly. “Fuck, fuck,” he whined.

It didn’t take much for Eddie to get close again, his fingers leaving his hole and going back to his clit. He rubbed it slowly, running his teeth over his bottom lip as his eyes closed gingerly.

His thoughts went back to your cock, thinking of you up late at night jerking off to Playboy and cumming all over yourself. Eddie would clean you up, what did you taste like?

Eddie’s hands went back to his hole, fingering himself unrelentingly. His breaths were short and he felt like his brain was melting. Eddie shouted your name in a pleading tone as if you could hear him from your room across Hawkins.

He could feel his orgasm building up but something felt different this time, he knew what was happening.

Eddie rapidly bounced his hips against his hand in need. His free hand gripped his pillow as he thought about bouncing back on your dick. He clenched on his fingers and thought about you cumming inside of him and his hole milking as much of it from your dick as it could.

He cried out as he came and liquid gushed from his folds and all over his sheets. Eddie’s mouth hung open and a low groan escaped while his hole spasmed around his fingers.

He was a panting mess in his recovery from squirting. Eddie sat up on his knees, gazing down at the mess he’d made. He sighed. At least I was planning to do laundry today.

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hart269 · 2 years

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Chrissy : Eddie, I love you

Eddie : But I love Steve

Steve : But I love Nancy

Nancy : But I love Jonathan

Jonathan : But I love Argyle

Y/N turning to Robin : I love you

Robin : I love you too

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falloutkeiji · 2 years

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tender sex w/ eddie

words: 1.1k

characters: eddie munson x gn! reader

warnings: MINORS DNI!!!! this is an 18+ work. use of pet names (pup, sweetheart, baby, sweet thing), slight d/s dynamic, soft dom eddie, submissive reader, oral sex (reader receiving), penetrative sex (reader receiving), praise kink, condescension, reader is super needy and eddie endearingly makes fun of them for it, reader cries briefly

notes: hi. this is my first smut work. i hope it’s ok. also i tried my best at keeping the reader as gender neutral as possible both w/ pronouns and pet names and also details of genitalia, but pls lmk if i missed anything.

🏷️: @arachn1dfrommars

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI!

everything about your dynamic with eddie is just so tender, so it really should be no surprise when it bleeds into your sex life as well.

but regardless, it catches you off guard every time.

it’s raining outside, and eddie is lounging on his bed next to you, doodling in his little d&d notebook. he’s sat with his legs crossed, back hunched over as his pencil scratches on the paper quickly.

you trace the knobs of his spine as you just admire him. he just looks so good all the time, it’s a wonder that you are able to restrain yourself from fucking him 24/7.

today, his hair is pulled up into a claw clip on his head, a trick that nancy taught him a while ago. his black shirt is tattered, covered in more holes than is practical in a piece of clothing. but it makes him look even prettier, the milky white skin and dark tattoo lines peeking out under the shirt. his teeth are digging into his lips as he concentrates, making them look slick and kiss-bitten.

literally just looking at him has your face growing hot with arousal, so you let your hands trail a little bit lower in the exploration of his back.

he glances over at you quickly as your hands trail up and down his back, flashing a toothy smile before returning to his drawing.

you’re a little irritated that he didn’t get the hint, but you know that sometimes you have to spell it out for him. and that’s okay.

you shift on the bed until you’re facing him, knees touching. at this, he looks up at you again, smile returning to his face. “hi.”

you giggle at him, knocking your knee against his. “hi.”

“is there something you need?” he asks, teasing but not mean. never mean.

feeling coy, you just shrug. “maybe.”

“and what might that be, sweetheart?”

you shrug again, but find yourself shifting around to ease your arousal.

eyes catching on the movement, eddie’s smile sharpens at the edges. “aww, is my baby feeling needy?”

the slight condescension in his voice makes your face heat up even more, and you duck your head to hide the instantaneous reaction.

eddie just smiles and shakes his head, tossing his notebook to the side and moving on the bed until he’s leaning into your space, pushing you onto your back.

“oh no, sweetness. no need to hide from me. it’s okay. i know you’re a needy pup, you don’t need to be ashamed,” he coos, settling his weight on top of you.

the condescending praise has your arousal spiking, and you arch up to rub against eddie’s front. “‘m not ashamed,” you respond, but it comes out weaker than you intended.

“good, baby. wouldn’t want my sweet pup to be ashamed of asking for what they need.” he wiggles his hand in between you two, pressing his hand against your clothed hole.

you buck up into him again at the contact, whining into the sheets next to you.

“awwww, sweetheart. you already have a wet patch on your pants. you’re really desperate for it, huh? you really need me to fill you up, don’t you?” and yeah, the words and the tone are a bit condescending. they’re a bit degrading, almost, but eddie says them with the utmost adoration both in his tone and in his face.

“yeah,” you gasp. to busy your hands, you play with the stray hairs at the back of his neck. “yeah. need you.”

he smiles at you, so soft and loving. he presses a soft kiss to your lips, and swiftly pulls your pants down. “so good, pup. so good for me when you use your words and ask for what you want. so proud of you.”

the praise is almost too much, making your head swim and your underwear unbearably wet. but you know, regardless, that eddie is gonna take care of you.

and he does. he strips your pants off, and then your underwear, and then he settles his head between your thighs. he strokes his hands up your thighs, your stomach, and through your pubic hair with so much reverence that it almost brings a tear to your eye. he eats you out with such concentration and determination that you find yourself going boneless in less than 2 minutes.

when he comes up for air with the most satisfied smile on his face, you actually do start crying. eddie’s quick to concern, asking frantically, “what’s wrong? is everything okay?”

you nod at him, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “yeah, eds. just a bit overwhelmed with how much i love you.”

his smile is almost painfully soft when you say this, and he brings his face up to yours to kiss you gently. “i love you too, sweet thing. do you wanna continue, or do you wanna stop? i’m okay with either.”

“wanna continue. need you like, right now.”

he laughs at your eagerness as he stands up and shucks his pants off. you’re both endeared and irritated to find out that he is not wearing anything under his sweatpants.

after grabbing everything he needs, he’s back on top of you again, and the teasing glint is back in his eyes.

you whine as he rubs his cock at your entrance, but refuses to put it in.

“whatsa matter, pup? something wrong?”

he pulls back slightly to gauge your reaction, satisfied when he sees you glare at him.

“just kidding baby, just kidding. don’t have a fit. i know you can’t even go 10 minutes without being stuffed, but don’t worry. i’ve got you.” as he says this, he slides in.

he spends the next few minutes rutting into you, muttering his mixture of condescension and praise into the crook of your neck.

when he feels your breathing start to get more frantic, he picks up his pace just slightly. “it’s okay pup, you can let go. whenever you’re ready. wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

and when you cum, it’s not long until he does the same, so fucked out that his mouth finally stops running.

you guys lay like that for a while, eddie’s boneless weight on top of you warm and comforting. when his mind finally starts working again, he nuzzles into you. “did so good for me, baby. always so good. so perfect for me.”

and if you tear up again when he says that, it’s nobody’s business but your own. because yeah, eddie is tender always, but it will always catch you off guard when he speaks to you like you hung the stars.

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latelyanobsession · 9 months

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M with Billy please ? (SFW & NSFW)

gif not mine

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)

Billy can rise and shine if he has to with the sun, but if he doesn't have to, he won't. He likes his mornings to be calm and slow. Likes to slap a hand on the snooze button and reel you in close, groaning in mock frustration when the alarm goes off again.

Mornings with Billy are calm and sleepy. Easy and unhurried. A tangle of limbs, deep breaths, and gentle touches. No one is leaving the bed until Billy is good and ready for it whether that's in five minutes or two hours.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Billy is someone who is very easily motivated, especially visually or physically. Simple sidelong glances, eye contact held a little too long, or a sultry look and he's on you. Riled, blood rushing straight to his groin. Purposeful touches, tickling and trailed fingertips on pinpricked skin, a sudden hitch or flare in your nostrils. If you give off any sign of freezing, any sudden chink in your armor, or weakness his prey drive kicks on. The fangs come out and he's going to want to sink his teeth into your sweet rump.

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xnchxntmxnt · 2 years

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Detention

Fandom: Stranger Things

Character: Eddie Munson

Warnings: suggestive content, lots of kissing

Notes: before anyone gets too excited im not writng for everyone just this guy. feel free to send requests for him tho im in love with this bastard man <3 anyway what even is this help me /hj

gn (masc leaning) reader

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“(Y/N)...psst, hey, (Y/N).”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean you're the reason we’re stuck here in the first place! So no!”

“Hey, ain’t my fault Holak’s a pain in everyone’s ass and doesn’t like it when I kiss my favorite person in the hallway.”

“We were not kissing you were making out with me under the stairs, Munson. And now I have detention and it's your fault.”

Eddie Munson, king freak of Hawkins High, dungeon master and ring leader of Hellfire Club, and worst of all your boyfriend flashed his incredibly irritating and adorable smile at you—you looked away to not fall for it, going back to your homework.

He leaned forward and whispered in your ear, “you weren’t complaining about it before she found us, were you?”

You could just smack him.

Instead, you decided to tune him out and continue your work. May as well do something productive here, right?

You didn’t look up when the teacher mentioned something about having a meeting to go to and expecting you to behave yourselves, nor did you look up when he left. You, unfortunately, looked up when Eddie took your pencil out of your hand and sat on the desk in front of you.

“Hey! That’s mine!”

“Come get it, sweetheart.”

There’s that cocky smirk you hate so much from him.

You stood from your seat, as did he. He held the pencil above and behind his head, so you lunged forward for it. With a bit of laugh, he dropped the pencil and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in tight. Your hand you reached for the pencil with landed on his shoulder in defeat.

“You’re a prick,” you complained, although you made no effort to pull away.

“Mhm, yeah, and you hate me so much. Shut up and kiss me already.”

He silenced anything else you planned on saying with a needy kiss. Almost immediately you melted, using your other hand to run through his hair. When you tugged gently, he groaned against your lips, pulling you tighter against him. Without a second thought, he walked you backward into a desk (luckily not the one you’d been sitting at) and you sat on top. His hands traveled down from your waist to your legs, guiding you to wrap them around his waist.

You pulled away from him, putting a finger over his lips to stop him from following yours. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Ed. We’re screwed if he comes back in.”

“You didn’t seem to be complaining.”

You groaned in frustration and laid your head against his shoulder. “Eddie Munson, you are such a pain in my ass.”

“I could be if ya let me.”

“Ed!”

He chuckled, pressing gentle kisses behind your ear and down your neck. You squeezed him tighter with your legs, making him smile into your neck. “I won’t push you, sweetheart. If you really want to go back to your work I’ll leave you alone.”

You pulled back just enough for him to sit up and leaned your head against his. The two of you sat like that for a moment—caged in each other, like nothing else in the world mattered. You brushed your nose against his. “You know I love you, right?”

He smiled again. “Always.”

“Then go make sure that door’s locked and we can do whatever you want.”

Immediately, he jumped off of you and danced his way over to the door. He made sure it was locked then practically skipped back over, grabbed your face, and kissed you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumbled when he pulled away. “I love you, too.”

“You’re incredible, you know that?”

“I don’t, tell me more.”

He laughed and kissed you again. With any luck, you’d have 20 minutes before the teacher got back, and Eddie would have his way. Or you’d just leave early because who’s going to stay in detention when no one’s there to know you weren’t there?

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eddies eyes are so pretty i wanna run my hands through his hair so bad what the FUCK guys.

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huboi · 1 year

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a different mind

ft. eddie munson and steve harrington (separate)

summary — steve harrington and eddie munson with an autistic s/o

cw/tw — mentions of overstimulation, comfort food mention. lmk if there are any more :)

note(s) — decided to make this cause I feel like eddie and steve would be the best at understanding their autistic s/o, dunno why tho XD. pls note that I am autistic so this may not include certain things that others with autism deal with.

EDDIE MUNSON

when you decide to tell him about it, he’s rlly accepting and understanding, if you want him to he can also tell the rest of the hellfire club just in case

I feel like eddie is knowledgable on neurodivergent people, idk why, he just is. maybe it’s because he’s neurodivergent himself (c’mon, u can’t tell me he doesn’t have something-)

if you’re ever in a crowded area (wether it be in school or outside) and he notices you getting overstimulated he’ll gently manoeuvre you to a more secluded area

defo has a pair of earphones for you to wear whenever it’s too loud

if you don’t like a certain taste of food then he’ll make sure to take notice of that

if you’re more on the non verbal side then that’s totally fine too! I feel like he would have a certain way of communicating with you (like writing on a piece of paper or sum)

if you have certain comfort foods he will try his best to get a hold of them whenever he can, he won’t cook it cause he’s a bad cook

if you’re clingy then he’s defo into that, he himself is quite clingy so obviously he’s very happy about it

whenever you stim I feel like he’d join you, not in a mean way, but in like a fun way(?)

I also feel like if you’re stimning in hellfire, sometimes dustin will also join in (I mean he’s dustin so-) and whenever that happens eddie just gets so happy seeing his partner and child friend getting along

if you have something that you hyperfixate on, he loves to hear about it! like you can just ramble away and he’ll be looking at you with hearts in his eyes <3

STEVE HARRINGTON

when you tell him about it, you have to explain it in a bit more detail cause I feel like he’s not very knowledgeable on stuff like this (he tries his best tho<3)

mother mode activates whenever he notices you stressed or overwhelmed/overstimulated, he will quickly try his best to de escalate the situation

if you have certain comfort foods he will buy them/make them for you whenever possible <3

he’s super understanding, like if you don’t want to go to parties cause it’s too much and overstimulating, then he’ll just settle with a simple movie night :)

if you ever start stimming, he gets kinda nervous thinking it’s a bad thing at first, but when you explain that it can be a good thing sometimes he calms down a bit

if you’re clingy then he’s in love, like, you want to snuggle and kiss his face? he’ll melt into a puddle

he’s quite into pda himself so it works. if you ever wanna hug him to calm down he will never say no

he loves whenever you start rambling about your hyperfixations, he’ll just sit there and nod his head with a huge dorky grin on his face🥺

if you’re non verbal or you go non verbal then he’ll try his best to communicate with you, wether it be through charades or a piece of paper

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captain-tch · 6 months

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Graduation Day (Eddie Munson x Platonic!GNReader)

You visit Eddie's grave the day you graduate.

You couldn't help but stare. His grave was standing tall, despite the hateful graffiti scrawled on the granite. Flowers bloomed in the basket, with a pair of DND dice laid atop of the soil. It still didn't feel real, his grave shouldn't be there, he should have been standing besides you, finally striding across that stage to get his diploma.

This was his year.

You sniffed, playing with the tassels of your graduation gown. You had no idea what came over you - one minute, you had been throwing your hat into the air, and the next you were flying down the streets of Hawkins, uncaring about speed limits, desperate to get to his side. It all passed so fast, and now, looking upon the soil dedicated to one of the greatest people you had ever known, time came rushing to a halt.

This wasn't fucking fair.

"Hey Eddie." You attempted a smile at the tombstone, failing miserably. A lump had formed in your throat. You tried to speak, finding the words unable to come out. You opened your mouth to talk, to pretend for just a while that your friend was by your side and listening intently to your stories, waiting to input with his own, but all that came out of your mouth was a heaving sob. Tears cascaded from your eyes like a waterfall, your distraught cries drowning out all noise around.

"You were meant to be here!" You screamed at the granite, the only thing you could curse out. "We were meant to leave this shit hole together. We had plans! Why did you have to be so fucking noble, we need you, I need you!"

You heaved a breath, casting a self conscious glance around. There was no one around to witness your breakdown, not that it would have changed anything.

"Sorry Eddie." You got down on the ground, crossing your legs. You reached out your hand to the freshly turned soil, caressing it gently. You hoped this soft touch translated to wherever Eddie was, that he felt your apologies.

"I'm so sorry Eddie. I - I don't know what to do, I'm haunted by you. I can still feel your blood on my hands. I can still hear your screams at night. I hate myself for not helping you. I should have been the one to distract those...Monsters. I guess I'm more mad at myself than I am at you." You sighed, biting your lip. "I'm sorry for shouting."

You knew if he was here now he would shrug off your apology, knowing full well you didn't mean it. You were just upset.

"Ya know, we really missed you today. You did get that diploma, Wayne walked across that stage for you. He looked so proud, Eddie." Another smile graced your lips, your chest tightening. "I always imagined that when you'd walk across that stage, with a swagger that screamed 'I proved you all wrong', everyone would expect you to pull some kind of stunt. Like flip off the crowd or light the certificate on fire. But in my head, you always had this huge, beaming smile on your face and you'd find your friends and Wayne in the crowd, giving them the brightest smile anyone has ever seen. I miss your dumb, goofy smile."

Footsteps crunched behind you. You didn't turn to acknowledge the new presence, keeping quiet until the presence made themselves known. The shadow fell over you, so close you could smell the cheap citrus perfume.

"I thought I'd find you here." Robin curled up on the ground beside you.

"Congrats, you found me." Absentmindedly your fingers curled in the soil, lodging itself up your fingernails. Robin opened her mouth to speak, then noted the slight down turn in your lips. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped."

"It's okay." Robin scooted closer to you, her hand drifting over yours. "It's been a tough day."

"I just - I thought being here would make me miss him less but it just hurts more." You choked on a laugh, breath hitching. The lump in your throat had finally won. Tears streamed down your cheeks, inhumane noises slipping past your lips. Robin wasted no time in pulling your body into hers, enveloping you in a tight hug. She didn't say anything, rubbing soothing circles into your back as you tried to battle the heartbreak.

A strange sensation flowed through your hair, almost like a hand had ghosted the strands. You didn't pay it much mind, thinking it had been Robin's comforting touch.

But with your head buried in Robin's shoulder, you didn't see the lights of the graveyard lamp flicker.

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munsonsduchess · 2 years

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Lost in the Shadows

summary: eddie is still in the hospital after almost dying in the upside down, but there's something strange about his recovery w/c: 2,485 warnings: blood (it's a vampire fic so), mentions of injury, mentions of wounds, mild stalking behaviour a/n: another sleepover request, this time from @hoppershoe which I am super excited about bc I love me some vampire!Eddie and well vampires in general (you can tell I skew more towards Dracula than the Lost Boys but both are amazing). Not beta'd so if you find a typo or a mistake ... no you didn't. My editor works his lil beans off ok? Ok

(moodboard by me)

The heart monitor beeped softly, rain pelted against the windows as it poured down outside. April showers brought May flowers but all you wanted was Eddie, Eddie who still hadn't woken up. It had been weeks and he was still in whatever medically induced coma the doctors had put him into when you'd brought him to the hospital both of you drenched in blood, Eddie all but lifeless in your arms as you screamed for someone to help,

"Another shitty day out Eds. Almost got soaked on my way here" you sighed softly rummaging around in your bag for the things you'd brought with you today. Some more little things you'd salvaged from the trailer before the gate destroyed everything and a worn paperback copy of The Lord of the Rings that had been a gift on your last birthday, the inscription on the first page told you how much Eddie loved you and you held on to that love now more than ever.

You were a frequent sight in the hospital, to the point where most if not all of the nurses who came in to check on Eddie knew your name and what you meant to the sleeping boy. At first it had taken Steve and Jonathan literally dragging you away from Eddie's bedside to have your own wounds checked out after almost a week of refusing any sort of care, then the hospital telling you that you couldn't stay the night anymore but you were still welcome to visit during the day and now only at visiting hours.

You appreciated that they'd made an exception in the beginning, that they'd been so overwhelmed with 'earthquake' victims and one girl sitting at a bedside wasn't causing anyone any extra trouble but now that things were getting back to normal, normal for Hawkins at least, things had to change. Exceptions could no longer be made.

So you came at visiting hours and you read from whatever book you'd picked up that morning. So far you'd gotten through most of Stephen King's books and now you were moving on to Tolkien knowing it was a personal favourite of Eddie's. The similarities between Tolkien and his friends, Frodo's adventure and your own experiences in the upside down didn't go unnoticed,

"I wonder if this is how he felt, Tolkien, after going off to fight in the war with his friends because it was the right thing to do only to come back scarred, not the same as before. Having to try and go back to the way things were because that's what everyone else is doing but not being able to because of what you've seen or what you've done"

It felt silly at times to compare the trials of the Upside Down to the living hell that was a World War but you imagined Tolkien would understand, Eddie would understand.

So you opened your book and you began reading where you'd left off the previous evening. It was comforting in a way to know that the Hobbits would always be there, that Strider, Gandalf, Boromir and Faramir would live on forever on the page. That no matter how many times you read the trilogy it would always end up the same. Good would defeat evil, the world would be saved and the heroes would be lauded for the rest of their days. If only it went like that in real life, the government had stepped in and done something so that Eddie was no longer wanted for murder by the police but in the court of public opinion that didn't matter. Hawkins was a small town full of small minded people who once they'd made their mind up about something didn't tend to change it easily.

The high school had given Eddie's Uncle his diploma, telling the older man that it was in everyone's best interests that the 'whole ordeal' be dealt with quickly and quietly. You'd almost marched down to the high school yourself after Wayne had told you what happened, ready to tear the Principal a new one for his dismissive words. Eddie Munson was a goddamn hero.

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A nurse poked her head around the door after you'd been there for two hours,

"Time to go sweetheart, I let you have an extra hour but the Doctor is breathing down my neck about rounds"

"Sure, I get it. Sorry to be a bother" you replied, bookmarking your page and leaving the book on Eddie's bedside table, "I'll see you later Eds, Henderson's coming too of course" you placed a kiss on his temple and willed yourself not to cry at how frustrating the situation was. You couldn't do a damned thing for the man you loved but sit by his bed and read silly stories he might not even be able to hear.

"It's ok honey, you aren't bothering anyone. If it was up to me I'd let you say but Doc O'Neill is a real stickler about rules" the nurse, Doris, placed a comforting hand on your shoulder as you reached the door,

"Is he at least getting better?" you asked, "is he going to wake up soon?"

"Well his wounds have healed, physically anyway. Which lemme tell you I didn't think they would have healed so fast but every morning I come in to check and they're healed just a little bit more. They're gonna scar some but I'm sure that's the least of your worries"

You just nodded. If his wounds were healing then that meant he was getting better and if he was getting better there was a chance Eddie would wake up soon,

"Still it's strange" Nurse Doris said, "I don't think anyone thought your young man was gonna make it, it took an awful lot of blood transfusions because he kept losing blood so quickly. I don't know how the hospital kept up with it all. I don't think they ever restocked because there's so much blood missing from the stores"

You paled. You didn't really want to hear how close Eddie had been to bleeding out on the operating table. It just reminded you of that sickly sweet smell that clung to your skin no matter how hard you scrubbed in the shower, the feeling of Eddie's weeping wounds as you dragged him into the emergency room that night. Thanking Nurse Doris you left the hospital and headed home, you weren't working these days since the town had been mostly destroyed when the Gates had all merged and as a result most of downtown was being rebuilt including the mall apparently. Hopefully minus the soviets in the basement trying to open a portal to another dimension.

You flopped down on your bed as soon as you entered your room, shutting the door with your foot. You'd try and rest for a few hours before picking Dustin up for evening visitation, he would probably be mad you read to Eddie without him there but the little shrimp would get over it. You knew that reading helped him as much as it did you.

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"Disturbing scenes this evening as here in this quiet suburb a tragedy plays out. The bodies were found mutilated and drained of blood, authorities say they have no suspects but this reporter wonders if this brutal slaying is the work of a satanic cult"

The TV in the waiting area of the hospital continued playing the news as you collected the snacks from the vending machine and headed back to Eddie's room. It had been a couple of weeks since your chat with Nurse Doris and Eddie was looking a lot better. He was filling out again, there was some colour on his face and his wounds were all but totally healed,

"You're gonna have some gnarly scars when you wake up" you smiled brushing some hair from Eddie's face, "it's gonna look totally metal"

You watched his face. Hoping for some sort of reaction but found nothing, it was wishful thinking that he might come around just from you calling his scars metal. That was all you seemed to do lately, wish and think.

After visiting hours ended you headed straight home, there had been no Dustin to drop off this evening because he'd gone around to Mike Wheeler's place to spend some time with his friends, when he'd spoken to you on the phone he'd sounded so guilty you almost cried. It was no life for a fifteen year old to spend his every waking moment after school in a hospital, you were happy he was spending time with his friends.

The house was dark when you got in. Your parents had left you a note saying they'd gone to a town hall meeting and would be back late, there was a dinner in the microwave if you wanted it. The thought of food made you sick so you just went straight upstairs and fell into bed. It was all you could do to keep your eyes open, you hadn't been sleeping great since the battle with Vecna and every time you closed your eyes you saw those bats ripping Eddie into pieces, heard Dustin screaming for help. In your worst nightmares Eddie didn't make it, you had to be pried off his cold dead body by Steve or Nancy or Robin, dragged back through the gate as they left him there in that awful place.

You woke with a start, you could swear there was someone in your bedroom. Feel a presence watching you, staring at you, carefully your hand reached for the baseball bat Steve had given you the previous summer after the fire at the Mall and the ordeal with the mind flayer, it didn't have nails driven into it like his did but it was solid aluminium so the nails wouldn't be necessary if it collided with an enemy.

You slipped out of your bed as carefully as you could and inched towards where you could feel the presence, the room was pitch black and you knew where all the squeaky floorboards were so if there was someone in here they wouldn't see you coming.

A shadow moved out of the corner of your eye and you didn't think, didn't hesitate, you just swung. The bat however did not make contact with the target and instead a hand flew up almost quicker than your mind could perceive it and caught the top mid swing,

"Jesus Christ! You could have killed me with this thing!" a familiar voice cut through the darkness, your knees buckled,

"No" you whispered, "it's a dream, it's just a bad dream"

"It's not a dream baby. I'm here. I'm really here"

The figure stepped into the centre of the room and was bathed in the light coming from the street below, that same bushel of curly hair, the long limbs kitted out in a pair of dark wash jeans and a black shirt,

"Eddie?" you sobbed, "oh my god eddie" you threw the bat down and rushed him. He was real, you could feel him in your arms, smell him, he was really here,

"Sorry it took so long baby, I wasn't strong enough to leave the hospital"

"Did they discharge you? When? Why did no one tell me?" you had a hundred questions, what was going on? The doctor never told you anything when you'd been at evening visitation, surely if Eddie was fit enough to leave the hospital someone would have told you something!

Eddie went rigid in your arms. His entire body frozen like a statue as he unpeeled himself from your embrace,

"It's not really their decision" he said, "I had to see you, just one last time"

"Eddie you're scaring me"

"I'm sorry baby, I am, I didn't mean to do it, I was just so hungry"

Eddie backed away from you, retreating further into the darkness. Like he didn't want to be seen, least of all by you,

"Eddie, what's going on?" almost as if this were a dime a dozen horror movie the light of the moon shone in through your open window and illuminated Eddie's figure.

His ears were slightly more pointed, skin much much paler than you remembered, his eyes once a beautiful deep brown chocolate were rimmed in red almost as if he'd been crying. What was most shocking of all was the flash of something sharp and white you saw when Eddie tried to speak to you again,

"Don't look at me!" he hissed, he never wanted you to see him like this. He was a monster now, those bats had done something to him and now all he wanted was to feed. You'd seen your fair share of monster movies, read all the books, you knew what this was,

"Why are you embarrassed? You’re beautiful, don’t you see that?" you stretched out your hands for Eddie to take, pulling him closer to you so you could examine him up close, "well this is a shocking turn of events"

"I think you're understating what's going on here by a lot" Eddie furrowed his brow at you, "baby I've hurt people, I'm not safe to be around"

"I will decide for myself what's safe and what isn't" you told him, "Mina didn't run away and neither will I"

You leant up slightly on tiptoe to place a kiss against Eddie's swollen lips noticing just how hot his skin was against yours. You certainly hadn't expected that, but then Eddie Munson never did anything you would expect.

As if driven by some primal thing inside him Eddie dug his fingers into your hips and pulled you closer to him. His brain was screaming at him to take you, taste you, you smelt fucking amazing and he bet you tasted even better. Those pretty veins just under the skin, how easy it would be to tear one open and just watch as the crimson liquid ran down your neck, staining your pretty white shirt.

He pushed you away in an instant. No. He wouldn't give in. He'd already hurt people, he wasn't going to hurt you,

"I can't - I won't - You -" he couldn't bring himself to say it, to form words when his brain was this clouded by bloodlust so instead he did the only thing he could think of. He jumped out the window.

You ran after him but Eddie was already gone. You thought you saw something in the night sky, something with a pair of huge batlike wings but the moon had gone again, covered by clouds. The same clouds that obscured Eddie from your view.

He was alive. Eddie was alive. Well Eddie was a vampire but he wasn't in a coma in a hospital bed anymore.

You would get him back. You would be together again. No matter what.

You would cross oceans of time to be with him.

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