#he's not big into long campaigns like mike is but he loves coming up with new campaign ideas

[strangesickness]

losers playing ttrpgs... losers playing ttrpgs save me...

mike is running a multi-year homebrew ttrpg campaign that is basically just a combination of any rulebook the losers can get their hands on + anything they come up with. i know it to be true. the campaign started as a call of cuthulu campaign but it is now a terrifying mix of call of cuthulu, dungeons & dragons, and cyberpunk with elements from a dozen other games including star wars: the roleplaying game, warhammer, harnmaster and somehow alma mater(??? idk how. but i know this happened). richie was like. "mike man, i love you forever, you're great at this. but why don't i have magic powers?" and he pointed at ben's collection of d&d rulebooks he'd been browsing through and he sounded so earnest and excited that mike knew in that moment he was going to sacrifice the integrity of his cool mystery campaign so richie could cast vicious mockery (99% sure vicious mockery didn't exist yet... don't quote me on that but it doesn't matter because the idea of richie using it constantly is hilarious)

they've all been playing the same characters for years and they keep convincing mike to add more stuff so they're all like super powerful and mike keeps having to come up with more and more powerful enemies.

mike's dice collection is so so so cool he has so many dice, and whenever he introduces a new important character he goes out and gets dice that fit their theme and it is such a moneysink but it's worth it because ooooh pretty dice

after four occasions where the losers decided to adopt a random npc mike hadn't planned anything for, mike has started planning every single npc out down to the specifics of their childhood education. he has endless character sheets hanging out in his room with characters he's created that populate his game world.

okay hanbrough agenda time: bill is the most oblivious guy in the entire world. i know this. (he is the guy who looks at brokeback mountain and goes "what do you mean it was gay? why can't men be friends anymore?" this is based on that one passage at the beginning of the book where he goes on one of those "why can't the curtains just be blue because they're fucking blue" rants lol. he does not know what media literacy is. to me) and mike is. increasingly frustrated and feels like he's losing his mind. he is like head in hands because he asked bill to go to prom with him and bill was like "yeah sure man! sounds great, you're my bestie forever!", and he has no idea what to do, because how is this man this dense, so he just starts having all of his NPCs fall head over heels for bill's character and flirt like madmen. it is painful for everyone involved. except bill. who still has no idea what is going on. that is a very unfortunate month.

mike and ben hang out a lot and ben helps mike brainstorm for the campaign so ben has all this insider knowledge and mike will just look at him before something insane happens in the campaign. they'll like make eye contact and ben will be like holy shit holy shit holy shit :0 and mike just drops some insane new lore. it's very special to me.

#i know it might be like. why isn't ben or bill GM? they're the writers! #but like. idk it just fits. watching mike in it chapter 2 gave me so much unhinged GM energy #that man can spin a TALE. i know it. i also know he can improvise like crazy #they finish a session and he's like. btw guys everything after like the first hour was improvised i hope it didn't feel to awkward #and the losers are like... wdym you didn't perfectly plan all of that????? #bill could not run a campaign to save his life. he does not know what chekhov's gun is. he does not know what nuance is. #he would be trying to run a campaign and the losers would do ANYTHING even slightly off the hyperspecific plan he made #and he'd start trying to railroad everyone and everyones just getting increasingly stressed #basically it would be a bad time #that man can't do improv i know it in my heart #ben on the other hand is a massive ttrpg nerd and has run multiple one shots with the losers #he's not big into long campaigns like mike is but he loves coming up with new campaign ideas #he also collects ttrpg rulebooks and is always looking for weird ones to try out with his friends <3 #they all have so much fun doing character creation with ben too. it's great. #i'm not done with this btw. i have so much more to say #i love ttrpgs and a party is the highest level of friendship. this is true #my high school best friends were literally just my d&d party #and cyberpunk (the ttrpg) is how i made friends in college lol #posts afflicted with a strange sickness #it stephen king #it 2019 #it 2017 #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #hanbrough #richie tozier

[pleasinghellfire]

Time After Time

summary: you just wanted to go to prom with Eddie

word count: 1.4k

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“Are you excited for prom?” Robin asked, bumping your hip as you made your way to the cafeteria.

“Oh yes! I got the perfect dress a couple of weeks ago!” You smiled brightly. You were nearly bouncing over how passionate you were for the annual end of the year celebration.

“Did Eddie even ask you yet?” Nancy questioned as she held open the door so you and Robin could walk into the loud lunchroom. Hawkins was rowdy as ever as prom was just around the corner. Everyone was ready for school to end and summer to begin.

“Yeah, ummm…he hasn’t.” You hesitated as the girls looked back at you with shock.

“What?” Nancy shouted.

“He is such a dingus!” Robin shook her head, turning and walking towards your normal table with determination. Nancy started to follow.

“Wait! Wait, please!” You pleaded, reaching out for Nancy’s arm holding her back. “He hasn’t asked me yet but I’m sure he will. Prom is only next week. There's still time.”

“Okay but if he doesn’t ask you soon you can’t get upset if I whack him on his big head.” Robin wrapped her arm around you as you two walked step by step towards the table with the rest of the gang.

“Robin!” Dustin called out. “Please come tell Jeff that he is wrong and three musketeers is the best candy!”

You laughed as you quickly gave Eddie a peck of his cheek and sat in the empty chair to his left. He was in an intense conversation with Gareth over his campaign for Hellfire.

BOOP!

A string of balloons lifted up to the ceiling while two football players stood on top of the table holding out a sign saying “PROM?”

“Yes!” The cheerleader cried out as she jumped into her date’s arms. The filled room roared in applause and praise.

“Oh come on!” Eddie gagged.

“What Munson?” Mike joked. “Disgusted by prom?”

“Quite literally actually.” He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, his face still scrunched up in disgust at the prom goers basking in their cheers.

“Is prom not metal enough for you Eddie?” Nancy challenged.

“Prom is stupid.” Eddie laughed. Nancy and Robin watched as your shoulders dropped in defeat, slowly losing the hope of ever going to prom with Eddie. The rest of the gang gave each other a shared glance, knowing how much you wanted to go to the dance with your boyfriend.

“Prom is just forced conformity, that’s what’s killing the kids. I’m just ready to run like hell out of here. I’d lose my mind dancing with people who call me a freak for enjoying a fantasy game.”

“Well everyone deserves to enjoy prom at least once.”

“Yeah, well not me Sinclair.” Eddie shrugged off, taking a bite of his food.

You pushed back your chair, gathered all your books for your next class and exited the room. You left your friends behind as they all collectively threw their belongings at the metal head.

“Jesus Christ! What the hell?” Eddie shouted.

“You’re such a dumbass Munson!”

*****

It was the night of prom and you were home in your pjs. Eddie never got around to asking you, which hurt your feelings. You sort of gave Eddie the cold shoulder since his little confession at lunch last week and he hasn’t yet figured out why. You still laughed as your friends harassed him everyday, throwing things at his head or calling him names. You loved Eddie but damn, he could be an idiot sometimes. You understood why Eddie didn’t care for prom but that didn’t mean that you didn’t want to show off your hot boyfriend to everyone at Hawkins. You longed for the night to get all dolled up in your pretty dress you knew Eddie would love and dance the night away with him, saying goodbye to Hawkins High forever.

You laid in bed, turning the page in the book you were barely paying attention to when you heard a loud knock on your door. You looked out of your window to see Nancy and Robin waving at you from below.

You rushed downstairs and opened the door to them. They were each holding their dresses in their arms as Nancy pushed past you into your home.

“What are you two doing here? You should be on your way to the dance right now?”

“Yeah, and you should be getting your butt back up to your room to get that amazing dress on and come with us!” Nancy exclaimed, trying to push you back towards the stairs.

“What? Wait!” You laughed. “What about Ed-”

“Ah! No! Nope! Nope!” Robin covered your mouth snickering. “We are not saying that dingus’ name. We are going to prom, just us girls and we are going to have fun. Okay?”

You looked between your two wonderful friends and let out a chuckle, “Okay!”

“Okay! Now hurry up, get dressed! We’re going to prom!”

You laughed and ran upstairs to get changed.

*****

By the time the three of you made it to Hawkins, the dance was already in commence. Quickly making your way to the middle of the gymnasium floor to catch up on all the missed moments of fun. Losing track of the time, you made your way off the dancefloor, getting a drink from the refreshments table and headed to sit on the extended bleachers for a break.

Soon the ambiance of the atmosphere slowed down, the lights dimming down as the dj merged the upbeat song into “Time After Time” by Cyndi Laupner. You sadly took a sip from your beverage looking away from the couples swaying to the beginning song. You wished Eddie was here.

Looking down, you caught sight of the familiar scuffed up white high top Reeboks that stop ahead of you.

“Sorry I’m late sweetheart.” You looked up to see Eddie. He had his curly hair pulled back into a low bun at the nape of his neck. His usual Hellfire Club shirt was swapped out for a white button down. You were surprised to see he owned a pair of pants without rips or tears.

“Can I please have the honor of a dance, my lady?” Eddie bowed his head down, extending his hand out to you. You smiled as you accepted his offer.

He led you to the center of the gym, turning around and placing his hands on your waist. You raised your hands to place them around his neck. Eddie pulled you in close, rocking back and forth to the beat.

flashbacks, warm nights almost left behind

“I didn’t think you would ever come. How did you know I was here?” You whispered.

“Henderson told me. For a kid, he has wicked arm strength, little shit.” You laughed as he rubbed the back of his head, letting out a little whine in pain.

sometimes you picture me, i’m walking too far ahead

“I’m sorry.” Eddie apologized, brushing back a strand of your hair. “I should have asked you to prom properly. I’m a terrible boyfriend. I mean look at you, you’re the most metal I’ve ever seen.” Eddie shook his head, pulling back to take in your dark black lace dress.

secrets stolen from deep inside, the drum beats out of time

“You’re not a terrible boyfriend, Eds. I mean look at us, look at you! We’re dancing at prom!” You smiled softly at him.

if you’re lost you can look and you will find me

“I feel like I’m losing my mind dancing with the prettiest girl in all of Hawkins High.” Eddie mumbled, looking down at you with love.

if you fall, i will catch you, i will be waiting

“I’m so proud of you baby. You didn’t run away this time. It’s finally your year. Never change Munson.”

Eddie pulled you in, closing the distance and placing his lips on yours.

time after time

time after time

time after time…

#pleasinghellfire #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagine #joseph quinn imagine #hellfire club

[anonymous-dentist]

I've been thinking about this all day, and I don't think it's fair for people to say that nobody understands q!Cellbit's hatred and distaste for Cucurucho. Because people do! A lot of people do.

Like take:

q!Pac, who was kidnapped and held captive and tortured and experimented on for over a week and who is still so scared of Cucurucho and the Federation that he hasn't been sleeping

q!Mike, whose hatred of the Federation led to him becoming a full-on anarchist set on taking down the Federation and exploding everything in a very dramatic fashion

q!Felps, who is kinda just Felps tbh but when he's in full rp mode he is legit freaked out by Cucurucho's very appearance. Like if you go back and watch the first election debate, he legit hid behind Cellbit when Cucurucho first appeared, and he still isn't too happy when people tell him that Cucurucho is kinda just a silly guy and not to worry about it

q!Max. Enough said there.

Richarlyson. He hates Cucurucho, but he never really says his feelings because he doesn't feel like he deserves to be too upset about anything. Last night alone he set up a huge ad campaign in Cellbit's castle trying to get him to quit the Feds, like???

But then you have some others who are... interesting. Like q!Quackity, who is more or less traumatized by that fucking bear to the point of numbness. And q!Willy, who hasn't even met Cucurucho and still put it down as a "Bad Person" on his list of people to blow up

And then you have q!Roier, whose relationship with Cucurucho is very interesting. Because, on the surface, he's chill with it. But, as you have to do with everything regarding q!Roier's character, you gotta read between the lines:

Roier doesn't like Cucurucho. He likes Osito Bimbo, and that's a pretty big distinction to make!

See, after Bobby's death and the huge rigged expedition to "save" him, Roier told Cucurucho to its face that he hated it. He would take it to court and he would win and he would beat it. That never ended up happening, but what did end up happening was Roier's new best friend and love interest q!Cellbit being kidnapped.

When Cucurucho showed up at Bobby Fields to start stringing q!Jaiden along, Roier followed them the entire time because he fucking hated Cucurucho and he did not trust it alone with his best friend. At one point that evening, he started smacking it and demanding where it took Cellbit. To this day, he's still worried about it taking Cellbit away from him; the other night when Cellbit got called to look into the "Memory" egg and Cucurucho told him to come alone, Roier was really fucking close to physically attacking the fucker. Yesterday, he told Willy that Cucurucho is "...bad, but sometimes it can do good things, too."

But that's Cucurucho. Osito Bimbo is an entirely different person, and Roier is one of the few people to actually know this, and he and Jaiden are the only ones still left on the server to actually fully be able to tell the difference between the two. Osito Bimbo was one of Roier's best friends on the island before its abrupt disappearance. It was nice to him in that it played favorites and left him cool things and fucking flowers. And even now that it's back, it actually hangs out a little. The other day, Osito showed up and wanted to listen to music with him and left only when he asked if it was Osito Bimbo. Last night, Osito showed up and actually engaged in a rap battle with him because, let's face it, that bear is fucking whipped.

That's the 'Cucurucho' that Roier is friendly with, Osito Bimbo. He treats it well because it's always treated him well. As far as he knows, Osito never kidnapped anybody- the kidnappings started long after Cucurucho's appearance, all the way in April/May when the Brazilians arrived. Osito Bimbo was gone by then, sent back to Federation HQ for reprogramming because it was quite literally too nice. This is the bear that gave q!Slime and q!Mariana the chance to get their daughter back; Cucurucho effectively immediately denied Roier the chance to go to court to get his Bobby back.

It's easy to think that Roier is chill with Cucurucho, especially with him dressing up as a white bear as his fursona. But then you have to realize what he called himself: Osito Bimboier. Not Cucuruchoier. The two bears are entirely separate entities to him, and he treats them as such.

So, really, it isn't at all fair to say that Cellbit is completely alone in his hatred. It's true that almost nobody takes him seriously when he talks about how evil Cucurucho is, but there are people who do. The Brazilians, Maximus, Roier... and now there's q!Mouse, who immediately realized the gravity of the situation and became the first person outside of Cellbit's most trusted circle of friends to show sympathy towards him.

I get that everyone loves angst, but you've also gotta realize that. Not everything is angst. There is love, and it is beautiful.

#qsmp #qsmp meta #sorry guys i've been thinking about this Hard

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

taking transfem stevie at a metal concert into my own hands yall gotta see the potential

also on ao3 here

This isn't Eddie's first rodeo. When he sees the pretty girl standing at the side of the concert, looking out of place in her baby pink sweater and light-wash jeans, he wonders what the hell a girl like this is doing at a metal concert, clutching a bottle of coke and watching the crowd like a hawk. And more importantly, as a red-blooded American male, he wonders what he can do to make her look at him that intensely. 

So he sidles up to her, gives his best winning smile that shows off his dimples, and introduces himself. 

“Hey,” he says. “Hope you don't mind the cliché, but I gotta ask: what's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

The girl gives him a sideways look. She's got pretty eyes, droopy and a lovely warm brown, and her face seems to go through a wild array of emotions before settling on something lightly amused, huffing out a laugh. 

“Babysitting,” she says. She's got a nice voice too, a little husky but musical. Eddie’d love to hear her sing. “Some kids I used to watch in middle school wanted to come, but their parents wouldn't let them unless I came to make sure they stay out of- what's that thing called where everyone makes a big circle and beats the shit out of each other? The mash pit?”

She says it with an adorable tilt to her head, her shoulder length brown hair bouncing a little as she does, and Eddie swears he falls in love right then. Mash pit. That's hilarious. 

“The mosh pit, yeah, good call. Not the best place for little kiddies.”

The girl snorts. “Not that little. They're seniors in high school, I’m only like five years older than them. Doesn't stop them calling me mom though, little shits.”

Eddie laughs. He likes this girl. “Well, I’m Eddie,” he says, holding out his hand. The girl gives it a slightly bemused look, and shakes it. “Can I get momma bear a drink? Another coke?”

She looks at him for a second, assessing him somehow, then shrugs. “Sure, as long as you promise never to call me that again. I’m Stevie.”

“Stevie,” he says, rolling the name over his tongue. It suits her. “Pretty name for a pretty girl. Be right back!”

Stevie blushes a pretty pink as he leaves, practically the same shade as her sweater, and as much as Eddie’d like to stay to see what else he can say to put that colour on her face, he's made a promise. 

He makes his way over to the little bar at the back of the concert and orders a coke for her and a beer for him. As he's waiting for the bartender to pass him the drinks, he hears someone call his name. 

“Henderson!” he yells, immediately pulling the kid into a hug and obligatory noogie. “Been too long man, look at you! Almost human sized!”

It's been three years since he'd last seen any of his little sheepies, since he'd put Hawkins in his rear view mirror and gotten the hell out of dodge. He'd missed them. And Dustin had shot up in those years, as tall as Eddie now. If Eddie's not careful he'll start to tear up. 

“Fuck off man,” Dustin says, goofy grin spread wide across his face. “Come on, you gotta say hi to everyone! Mike and Will are here too- Lucas didn't wanna come he'll be so pissed-”

As Dustin says it, the bartender returns, setting down the beer and the coke. Dustin clocks it immediately, little genius that he is. 

“Oh are you with someone?” he gasps dramatically. “Does Eddie the Banished finally have a girlfriend?”

Eddie rolls his eyes as he grabs the drinks. “No, but I was working on that before I was so rudely accosted by a child-” pause for outrage- “but don't worry man, I'll be right over, it's been way too long, gotta see how my babies have been doing navigating the hell that is high school without me! Just lemme drop her drink off, I don't wanna be rude.”

Dustin nods, following behind Eddie as he weaves through the crowd, talking a mile a minute about Hellfire and all the campaigns they've been running the past few years. Eddie half listens, but honestly kind of tunes him out. The crowd is thick and loud, he's trying not to spill the drinks, and honestly, while he loves the kid, Dustin kind of sucks at re-telling stories. He'll get the rundown from Will later. 

All this means he doesn't notice when Dustin falls silent, just as they reach Stevie. Her eyes are wide as she sees them, blankly taking the coke from Eddie and staring at Dustin with a weirdly panicked look on her face. 

“Sorry, baby, really wanted to get to know you better but I ran into-”

“The girl you were flirting with is Stevie????” Dustin shrieks, and god, Eddie’d forgotten how loud he could get. 

He looks back and forth between the two of them. “You two know each other?”

Stevie sighs, looking up to the sky as if begging god to strike her down. “Yeah, this is one of the kids I’m babysitting.”

Something niggles at the back of Eddie's mind, even as Dustin and Stevie get into a heated back-and-forth about the use of the term ‘babysitting’ which ends up in Stevie getting Dustin in a loving sisterly headlock. Something about how Stevie said she’d babysat the kids since middle school, about how she kind of looks familiar if he tilts his head just right, about how when Eddie first met these kids they'd never shut up about-

“So yeah, sorry about this, and thanks for the coke,” Stevie says, avoiding eye contact even as she maintains her grip on Dustin. He seems to have given up fighting now and has resigned himself to his position tucked up against her side. Eddie's never been more jealous in his life. “Uh, last I saw Mike and Will were over by the stage, if you wanna catch up with-”

“Wait, Harrington?” The cogs in Eddie's brain have finally stopped turning, and arrived at the inevitable conclusion. Because yeah, looking at her again, this girl is definitely Harrington. Same hair, if a little longer, same golden skin spattered with moles, same bedroom eyes. The only major difference is the boobs (and the hips and the thighs and the lip gloss and good god, those boobs- Eddie's gotta stop that train of thought. Dustin’s right there).

Eddie's still pretty sure the reason he failed his second senior year was because of Harrington. He'd just figured out he was bisexual, and as a man with working eyes he'd immediately developed an unhealthy infatuation with the prettiest boy in school. They had like every other class together, and Eddie had not absorbed a single word any of their teachers had said during them. 

At his words, Stevie's face shuts down. She drops Dustin, who immediately places himself between her and Eddie, eyes flitting back and forth between them as he shuffles uncomfortably. 

“Uh, yeah. Well, it's Henderson now, my parents didn't exactly love-” she waves a hand vaguely up and down her body- “this. But Mrs. Henderson took me in, so…”

She's tense, and so is Dustin, and it breaks Eddie’s heart a little bit. He knows it never really came up during Hellfire, although he'd tried his best to let them, Will especially, know that everyone was welcome there, no matter what flavour of freak they were. But Stevie doesn't know that, and Dustin doesn't know it for sure, so he does his best to look non-threatening. 

“That's cool. Not the parents kicking you out thing- that sucks obviously- but I bet Dustin’s psyched you're officially his sister. Kid never shut up about you during school.”

And watching Stevie relax at that, the little smile that paints her lips, it's intoxicating. She's so beautiful when she smiles. Eddie never wants her to stop. 

“Thanks,” she says, quiet. If Eddie wasn't paying probably the most attention he's ever paid in his life to this woman, he might not have caught it over the sound of the music and the crowd. “And hey, I’m sorry about how I was during school, if I ever-”

Eddie waves her off. “Honestly you weren't that bad. It was mostly your friends. And I mean, benefit of hindsight, I can see why you wouldn't wanna speak up, draw attention to yourself.”

“Still,” she says with a little shrug. “Not cool.”

Eddie grins. “And heaven forbid the queen of Hawkins High do anything uncool.”

Stevie laughs, a beautiful bubbling sound that seems to surprise her as much as it does him. “Yeah, I guess.”

And the night goes on. Stevie waves over Mike and Will and they spend the rest of the concert barely listening to the music, just reminiscing and catching up. Eddie insists on buying all of Stevie's cokes and she insists on buying all of his beers. And at the end of the night, Stevie piles the kids into her beemer, the same one she had all of high school, and turns to look at Eddie. She's got that look in her eyes again, sharp, assessing, and Eddie has to fight off a blush. 

“Here,” she says, pulling a pen out of her purse and pulling Eddie's hand close. She writes a number on it. “Call me sometime. And Henderson I guess, we do live together. So you know, don't open up with anything too weird, he could answer.”

“No accidentally flirting with your little brother, got it,” Eddie replies with a giggle. He's so happy he feels high. This is embarrassing, he's pathetic. 

“Good,” she laughs. Gives his hand a little squeeze before she pulls back and gets into her car. 

He watches her go with a little wave, and makes sure she's definitely gone before he does a dumb little jump and punches the air. He looks down at the number on the back of his hand. There's a little heart next to it. He's never washing his hand again. 

#steddie #transfem steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #do you see. do you see what we could have. let the girl be pink in a sea of black #my fics

[hippiegoth97]

Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 1

A/N: Hey, everybody! The time has finally come. My two-year project, Into the Fire, is (almost) finally complete. I originally published this on Wattpad, but I’ve reformatted and edited the hell out of it to make it neater for this platform. This story has been my baby, a work of love and devotion to the fictional man that resides in my heart: Eddie Munson. I’m excited to share it with all of you, as it’s my proudest achievement. If you’re ever curious to know who I am as a writer, as a fan, and as a person, this is it. Please like, comment, reblog, follow to your heart’s content. And if you’d like to join my tag list, feel free to let me know. 

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI : Mentions of blood, smoking, crying, angst, smut, teasing, fingering, use/mentions of drugs and alcohol, orgasm denial, small argument, oral sex, unprotected sex, praise/degradation, squirting

Word Count: 15k

Divider by @strangergraphics

Part 1.1: Fast Times at Hawkins U

Friday, March 10th, 1989

"Can I please host Hellfire here this weekend, Mom? The theater room is being repainted, and the Wheeler's have temporarily banned us because Mike is grounded. This campaign is really important, weeks of work have gone into this." You're sitting on the couch, listening to your brother Dustin pleading with your mother in the kitchen.

"I don't know, Dusty. You know we don't have a lot of extra money to spend on food for all your friends. I love that you have a good bond with them since Will moved away, but isn't there somewhere else you can go?" Your mother has always been worried about money since Dad skipped out on you. You'd initially offered to get a job once you were out of high school, but she insisted you focus on college and just 'enjoy being young before it's too late'.

"See, I knew you'd be concerned about that, but everyone else is bringing snacks and stuff. You won't need to worry, Mom. We won't ask you for anything, I promise! We just need the space, nobody else's house is big enough for everybody." You can't help but smile to yourself, Dustin always thinks of everything. He's always been a sweet, considerate kid. Sure, he’s passionate about his interests, but he never wants to add to your mother's burden. He may be young, but he’s smart enough to understand that she isn't made of money. Most kids would throw a fit or cry, but not Dustin. He thinks logically, working around every problem like a little mastermind.

"Oh, alright! As long as you clean up after yourselves, and try to keep the noise down when it gets late, you can host your club, sweetie." Mom has a hard time saying no when Dustin eliminates any concerns she’s posed, which admittedly isn't hard to do.

"Thanks, Mom! You're the best!" He cheers as he squeezes Mom tightly in a hug, she returns it with just as much strength. Your family is notorious for lung-crushing hugs. When they finally loosen their grip, Dustin jumps into the air in excitement. "I'm gonna go call everyone and tell them we're all set to go!" He rushes past you to the phone, rapidly dialing each member of the club, manically telling them your home is officially a hosting place for D&D starting tomorrow after school. Once everyone has been let in the loop, Dustin collapses back into his chair, catching his breath.

"You must be really excited for this campaign, huh?" You tease him.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am! It's probably the most important one we've ever had. And the longest, too. Eddie's been planning it for months." He beams at you, eyes wide and his smile impossibly large. But the thing that really stirs your interest is the mention of the club's leader, Eddie.

"Eddie's still leading you guys? I figured he would've passed the title down after he finished school." You remember him from high school, he just barely graduated in '86 with your class after being held back twice. Everyone expected him to drop out, but you admired the fact that he proved them wrong. You've always thought he was cute, but you ran in more academic circles. You weren't popular by any means, you were still a full-on nerd. But Eddie never treated you poorly. In fact, it was the opposite. He may act tough sometimes, but he's a big softy when he lets his guard down. You’re excited for him to be here, in your house, for three whole days. It’ll give you plenty of time to check him out, maybe even make a move if he isn't too busy with the game.

"Yeah, he meant to pick one of us to take over. I guess he gets kinda lonely and wants to stick around. He works sometimes, but when he isn't there's not much for him to do. His uncle works at the plant all night and sleeps all day. And everyone else is either in college or still in high school. So, the club is really all he has going on right now. He would have the band too, but the others have all gone out of state. He misses them a lot. We all do. They're some of our best players, really decent guys, too." Dustin's eyes look so sad, he really feels bad for Eddie. And you can't help but have sympathy for him as well. He made a place for freaks and geeks to feel accepted, and in the end, he's the one who got left behind. "Oh, shit. Don't tell him I told you any of this. He doesn't even acknowledge being lonely, I just couldn't help but pick up on it. He'll be so embarrassed if he knows I said anything." Dustin's eyes widen as he tries to right his mistake. You just smile at him.

"I won't say a word, Dusty. Your secret is safe with me. It's nice that you're so concerned for him, though. He's lucky to have you as a friend." You stand up to go to bed, ruffling his hair as you walk past. "Goodnight, kiddo." You call after him. You're halfway down the hall when a thought occurs to you, one that could benefit both you and Eddie. You walk backwards to face Dustin again. "Hey, would it be cool if I watched you guys play? I don't want to throw off your flow by trying to learn to play during your 'important' campaign. But I'd like to see how it goes, and maybe join you guys next time?" His eyes light up at your suggestion. He's tried for years to get you to play, but it didn’t seem like your style. But now that Eddie would be taking up temporary residence in your home, you figured now was as good a time as any to seek it out.

"Yeah, that'd be awesome! And I'm sure everyone would be cool with it." He takes a moment to think over your sudden motivation to join the club, finding it suspicious. "Wait a minute...you've never been interested any of the times I practically begged you to play. What's changed?" He quirks an eyebrow at you curiously.

"Oh, you know. I figure I should finally see what all the fuss is about. You've worn me down, kiddo." You reply nervously. You hope he'll take the bullshit, but it's unlikely. He's too smart for that.

He gives you a knowing look, smiling just a bit too big. "You sure it has nothing to do with Eddie staying in our house for three days?" Your eyes widen, he always sees right through you. Damn this kid's intellect. You don't dare to give him the satisfaction of being right.

"NO!" You protest, knitting your eyebrows in annoyance. "I just think life is short, and I should get some quality time with my baby brother. That's all! Now, I'm going to bed. And if you so much as imply that I like Eddie in any way when your friends are here, I'm going to smother you in your sleep!" You start walking back down the hall, ignoring Dustin's giggling. You slam your bedroom door shut, slumping to the floor as you lean against it. You dread what's to come tomorrow, Dustin is sure to blow it for you. He’s notorious for flapping his gums when he’s overly amused by something. And him discovering your crush on Eddie is one of the most amusing things he's ever heard.

You eventually climb into bed, trying to put thoughts of how badly tomorrow could go out of your mind. You try to focus on something nice, something good to help you fall asleep. Before you know it, Eddie floods your brain. You let your mind wander thinking about him. How handsome he is, with his long hair and tattoos. How soft his lips look, his deep brown eyes that shine so bright. His torn jeans, his leather jacket and battle vest, his Hellfire shirt. You imagine how all of his clothing would feel under your fingertips. You can't help but wonder what his lips taste like. Cigarettes for sure, but maybe something else too? You frequently saw him eating sweets at school, they seemed to be his weakness. So maybe he also tastes like chocolate, or artificial strawberries. Your mouth waters at the thought. You hope you have a chance to find out, though you aren't sure Eddie even sees you that way. You haven't seen him much since high school, so you aren't even sure he'd remember you. You drift off to  sleep just as you begin to imagine kissing him.

"Y/N! Hey, Y/N! Wake up! You're gonna be late!" You stir in bed, groaning loudly, pulling the comforter over your head. "Sweetie, you have classes today, and you slept through your alarm." Your eyes snap open, your mind fully realizing Mom is trying to wake you up. Your dreams were vivid and strange. Eddie was there, handsome as always. You know you were doing something with him, but the dream is slipping away from you as your mother chides you about the importance of being on time.

"Yeah, sorry, Mom. I was dreaming really heavily, but I'm getting up. I won't be late, promise." You babble with sleep still on your lips, stumbling from your bed to your dresser. You make quick work of getting dressed, barely putting any effort into your outfit. Jeans and a t-shirt will do. You brush your hair haphazardly, and don't even bother with makeup. You never really wear much anyways, but you definitely don't have time now. You run to the bathroom to brush your teeth, you can't go to class with morning breath.

"Dreaming, huh? What about?" Mom asks as she follows your path, a little too intrigued. You hope that Dustin hasn't let slip that you have a crush on one of his friends.

"Um, I can't remember. It slips away so easily once I wake up. But I'm sure it wasn't that interesting. It's usually about school." You blush as you lie, frantically going back to your bedroom to toss your books in your bag. You zip it shut and sling it over your shoulders, going down the hall to the kitchen. You grab an apple from the counter, you'll eat it on the way to school. You walk towards the entryway, slipping your feet into your sneakers. Mom follows close behind you, still digging.

"Okayyyy, if you say so. But it wouldn't hurt if you had dreams about someone. A boy, perhaps? You could stand to date someone, you've barely brought anyone home before. And you're already twenty. Men won't be chasing after you for much longer." You know Mom doesn't mean that in a hurtful way, it’s just her personal experience. Since Dad left, she's never had much luck in the small dating pool Hawkins has to offer. Especially to someone her age who has two kids. You can't help but be a bit annoyed by her prying into your personal business, though.

"Mom, I'm telling you it was nothing. And even if it was, it's none of your business. And I'm only twenty, there's plenty of time for finding a man, if I even want to do that. I'm an adult, and I'll talk to you about things like this when I want to. But I can't have this conversation right now, or maybe ever. I'm already running late. I'll be back after classes. I love you, Mom." She stands speechless with her mouth hanging open as you walk out the door. You slam it behind you, hating that her lecture has put you in a bad mood. You glance at your watch, shaking your head. Class starts in ten minutes, but it's a fifteen minute bike ride. You think you can make it if you really push yourself.

You go to the side of the house to retrieve your bike. You do have your license, but Mom needs the car for her job. You hop onto the bike, and begin pedaling as fast as you can down the road. You're panting as you pedal, struggling to take bites of your apple while you ride. You're approaching the downtown area, the streets are busy with people on their way to work and school, you have to be careful here. You're lucky enough to hit every green light as you pass the pharmacy, the library, the movie theater.

You're still a ways away from the community college, you check your watch again. Five minutes left, and you need at least eight. You look back up to see that the light you're coming to is yellow, about to turn red. You don't have time to stop, so you pedal even harder. Your lungs are on fire at this point, and you've given up on your apple.

You zoom into the intersection, just as a beat-up van begins to move forward on your right. It collides into you, hitting your front tire and knocking you over. You scream as you fall, scraping your hands and knees against the road. The apple falls from your hand, rolling into the intersection. The van stops, the tires screeching loudly. You're laying on the ground, shaking with fear. You hear the driver open the door and hop out to check on you. Other vehicles have also stopped, drivers stepping out to observe the scene.

"Oh, fuck. Are you alright?" You hear a familiar voice from the driver of the van. No, this cannot be happening. Not here, not him, not now. You feel two large hands grabbing your shoulders to sit you up to face him. You turn your head and find Eddie kneeling next to you. "Hey, you okay, Henderson?" He asks, concern lacing his voice. He does remember me. He waves a hand in front of you, but you're too dumbstruck to say anything. "Did you hit your head? How many fingers am I holding up?" He asks as he puts up three fingers.

"Three. And I'm fine, just some scrapes. Nothing to worry about. I'm gonna be late for class." You try to stand, but you hiss as you feel your palms and knees sting. You start to fall again. Eddie catches you in his arms.

"Let me see." He says, looking into your eyes. You show him your hands, they're bleeding and have little pebbles lodged in the cuts. He checks your knees, your jeans are torn, and the flesh is also scraped and bloody. "Okay, I'll get you in the van. We'll get you cleaned up and then I'll drive you to class." He stutters as he speaks, he's pretty shaken up. Eddie stands with you still in his arms, carrying you to the passenger door. He's surprisingly strong, given how skinny he is. He opens the door, placing you inside the passenger seat, gently shutting you inside.

Eddie goes to grab your bike from the road, but the front tire is busted. "Shit." You hear him mutter as he lifts it up. You see the damage, cursing yourself for being so careless. Now you don't have a way to class, unless you walk. He carries the bike to the back of the van, placing it in as politely as possible. He shuts the doors, and runs back to the front. The onlookers are still staring, making your cheeks burn red. It's so embarrassing, half the town saw you eat it in the middle of the road. Eddie waves them away, assuring he'll take care of you and your bike.

Everyone seems satisfied and moves on with their day. Traffic resumes movement, and Eddie enters the van again. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'll do everything I can to tend to your wounds and fix your bike." He says, eyes focused on the road as he starts driving. But he's not going towards your school. Instead, he's heading in the direction of the supermarket.

"No, Eddie. Don't be sorry. I was the one rushing, risking exactly what happened just now so I could make it on time. I was being stupid. And don't worry, I'm not expecting you to do anything for me. It's my own fault, I一"

"Cut that shit out, Y/N. I don't want you to blame yourself. It wasn't exactly smart, but I'm the one that hit you. So relax, and let me help you. Shit, I forgot how stubborn you can be." He looks at you with stern eyes, serious about taking care of you. You nod silently, deciding to do as he asks. "Good, now I'm gonna go in the store and get supplies to clean you up." He says as he pulls into the lot of the market, parking as close to the door as possible. "Do you want anything while I'm in there, Henderson?" He asks.

"No thanks. I don't want to be any trouble." You shake your head.

"It's the least I can do, Y/N. I did almost run you over with my van, after all. You're sure you don't want anything?" He tentatively waits for your answer.

"It's very sweet of you, Eddie. But I promise, I'm fine. Just try not to take too long. My mom's gonna kill me if she knows I missed classes today." You plead at him with your eyes to just do what he insists on doing and get you to school as soon as possible. He nods, seeming to get the message.

"No problem, princess. Just wait here, I won't be long." He smiles at you, and leaves the van, running into the store. You can't help but look at his ass while he runs, feeling your cheeks heat up when you realize what you’ve done. You also realize something else. He called you 'princess'. You giggle at the nickname, replaying how it sounded coming from Eddie's lips. You don't even notice Eddie getting back into the van about ten minutes later as you continue to fantasize about him. "Hello? Earth to Y/N. You sure you didn't hit your head?" Eddie waves his hands in front of your face again, snapping you out of your trance.

"Sorry. I'm fine. No concussions here, I swear." Your cheeks burn even more as he's caught you daydreaming.

"Maybe not, but you're looking redder than a commie right about now. What were you thinking about?" Eddie smirks, mentally guessing what potentially dirty things played out inside your head.

You gasp at his question, feeling exposed. "Uh...nothing. Just a dream I had last night. It's not important."

"Hmm, a dream you say? And what, pray tell, were you dreaming about?" He's very curious to know if perhaps he made an appearance. He can't help but smile wider, watching your whole face turn a deep shade of crimson. He thinks you're so cute when you're embarrassed.

"It's nothing you'd want to hear about. Girly stuff. We're wasting time here, I really need to get to class." You look down at your hands, the blood on them turning a dark brown as it dries.

"Right." He sighs, frowning. He didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. He reaches into the bag of items he bought, pulling out some disinfectant and a couple rags. He opens the bottle, squirting some of the liquid onto one of the rags. You hold your hands out to him, and he takes one of your wrists. "This is gonna sting, but I have to get all the blood and dirt off before I can pick out the pebbles." You just nod to give him the go-ahead. He wipes your palm gently, dabbing away the dirt and blood. You hiss in pain, you've never had so much skin scraped off before. "It's alright, Y/N. I'm tryin’ to be quick, but gentle. I don't wanna hurt you more than I already have." His eyes meet yours for a moment, and you see his gentle expression. It makes you blush again, which he takes note of, smiling slightly.

"It's fine, Eddie. Really." You try to reassure him, but he's not convinced. He finishes disinfecting your hands, and goes back into the bag to pull out some tweezers. Eddie makes quick work of plucking all the tiny rocks out of your skin. "Ouch!" You yelp as he accidentally pinches your sore flesh, almost pulling your hand away.

"Shit, sorry. I'm tryin’ my best, some of these fuckers are tiny." He brings his face closer to your hands, his tongue sticking out in concentration as he looks over his work. He pulls out one more stone, dropping it on the floor. "And...done!" He says cheerfully, and you can't help but giggle at him. "Ha! Finally, a smile on that pretty face!" He smirks at you, and it gives you a chill. "Jeez, you are something else, Y/N." He chuckles as he pulls out some ointment and bandages.

"What do you mean?" You question, starting to feel nervous. Did he see you checking him out? No, he couldn't have. You know how to be subtle.

"Relax, Henderson. It's not that serious. What I mean though, is that you're very keen on putting on a brave face for some reason. You've got all these walls built up. You act like you don't need anybody, when clearly you do." He focuses on bandaging your hands as he speaks, the feeling of his skin on yours making you tingle.

"Is that right?" You ask incredulously. You want to feel offended by his words, but he's got you all figured out. You try your best to be independent, and you don't take kindly to people doting on you. You don't want to be a burden.

"Oh, I know I'm right. You've always been like that, even back in high school. You refused any help with bullies, or when your Dad left. You hold up the world on your shoulders, but you don't need to carry so much weight. It's not all yours, ya know." He lifts your bandaged hands up, turning them over. He kisses them lightly while making eye contact with you.

Your eyes widen, and you can't help gasping. "You don't know me, Munson." You snatch your hands away, trying to be angry with him. You hate that he sees right through you. It makes you feel like everybody else does, too. And all they see under your tough exterior is a scared little girl who can't handle anything.

"I didn't mean to offend you, Y/N. I'm just trying to help." Eddie says quietly, turning his attention to your knees. You suck in a breath at the sting of cleanser again, luckily there aren't any pebbles in your legs. You just want him to hurry up and take you to school. You’ve already got a plan hatched now. You’re going to finish out your day, go home, and tell Dustin to forget having you sit in on Hellfire tonight. You can't sit across from Eddie after he's laid everything out like this. It’s so embarrassing, and you want to hate him for it.

"Look, I appreciate the concern. But I don't need your help. I don't need anyone’s help. I can do just fine on my own, and I don't need you digging into my head like this. If I needed someone to do that, I'd see a fucking psychiatrist. Got it?" You almost yell at him, your heart pounding in your chest. His mouth falls open in shock, and he just stares at you. After a moment he's smirking again, and it gives you the urge to slap him. "Why are you looking at me like that, Eddie? Am I amusing to you?" You scowl at him. He can really be an ass sometimes.

"You are very amusing to me, Y/N. In more ways than you think. But I gotta say, you look sexy when you're angry." He chuckles, resuming his work. You can only manage to laugh with him, feeling like you've lost your mind. The fact that you yelled at him hasn't disturbed him in the slightest. Not only that, he thinks it was attractive. "And I'm not meaning to pry, sweetheart. But, can I level with you?" You nod while rolling your eyes, refusing to say anything. He might as well keep talking since you're not fully bandaged yet. "This whole defensive thing you're doing doesn't help anybody. I get why you do it, I've been there. But it seems like what you really need is someone to be there for you. Sure, you've got Dustin and your mom, but you don't seem to have anyone outside of your family. Everyone needs that, Y/N. And all I'm trying to do is be that person for you, but only if you let me. Bottling up the way you do is only going to make you explode later. And next time, it might be on someone much less forgiving than me."

You take some time to think over what Eddie’s just said, mulling the words over in your mind. He’s right. Outside of your home, you don't have anyone. All your friends from Hawkins High went elsewhere for college. And your current lab partner definitely doesn't count, either. You sigh, admitting defeat. "Alright, fine. You've got me pegged, Eds. And yeah, I'm defensive. I have good reason to be, though. I learned the hard way that you can't rely on or trust anyone." Tears begin to build in your eyes, and you curse yourself for letting your emotions get the best of you. Eddie just nods, listening to you speak. "When Dad left, it tore our family apart. He ran off with his secretary, for fuck's sake. How cliche can you get? He doesn't even send birthday cards to me or Dusty. No calls, no visits, nothing. He just up and decided he didn't want us anymore."

You sob after the last sentence leaves your lips. You can't hold back anymore, and you don't want to. You feel a rush of relief washing over you as you cry. You've never opened up to anyone about how your parents separating has affected you. Tons of people get divorced, most of them with kids. You’ve told yourself there’s no reason for you to be upset over something so normal. You’ve never allowed yourself to feel anything about it at all, until now.

Eddie finishes bandaging you up, and tosses the remaining supplies into the back of the van. Then he pulls you from your seat, and into his lap. He holds you in his arms, wiping your tears as they run down your face. Your head lays on his shoulder, and your arms are wrapped around his neck. He looks down at you with genuine care, which makes your heart swell. "I'm so sorry, princess. Your dad sounds like a real piece of shit. You deserve so much better than that." He strokes your hair, keeping it out of your eyes.

"I'm glad you think so, Eds." You sniffle. "But I can't help but wonder what I did to make him want nothing to do with me. I was only twelve. What does a twelve year old do so wrong that her own father abandons her?" You look into Eddie's eyes, begging him for the answer. But who can truly answer such a question?

"Nothing, Y/N. It's not on you, or Dustin, or even your mom. He acted on his own selfishness, that's all. I really hope you won't continue to blame yourself for that." His hand caresses your cheek, the cool metal of his rings making you shiver.

"I guess when you put it like that, it's pretty stupid. I'll try not to do that anymore." You say sadly, and he frowns slightly.

"It's not stupid, Y/N. People blame themselves all the time when they get hurt by others. I'm just saying you don't have to, because it isn't your fault. That's it. So quit insulting yourself, okay?"

"Okay. I promise." You reply quietly, nodding in agreement.

"Good. Now, let's get you to class, hm? I'm sure you missed a good chunk by now, but you'll live." He smiles at you, patting your thigh for you to get off of him. You climb back into your own seat, and Eddie starts up the van again.

It only takes a few minutes to reach Hawkins Community College, and the whole ride there is in silence. The air between you and Eddie feels different now, electric. You don't want to bring attention to it, you doubted Eddie’s even noticed. He parks right in front of the main entrance, turning to look at you. You mirror him, he seems like he's waiting for you to break the silence. "Thanks for um...driving me here. And helping me, and listening to me. You're a nice guy, Eddie." You say while looking down at your hands.

"Please, it's the least I could do. And I'll take your bike to the repair shop for you. What time are you done with classes today?" He asks.

"Uh, three-thirty. Why?" You ask, confused.

"So I can pick you up, silly. You didn't think I'd let you walk all the way home did you? What kind of man do you take me for?" He says in feigned offense, clutching his chest like you’ve stabbed him.

"Oh, well, thank you. I appreciate that, Eddie." You smile at him, and he smiles back. "I guess I should be going, I'll see you later." You turn to open your door, when you feel his hand on your arm. You turn to face him again. "Something wrong?" You ask when you see how desperate he looks to say something to you.

"No, I just一" Eddie stares at you a moment, before deciding to bite his tongue. "Nevermind." He shakes his head, laughing it off. "Have a good day, princess. I'll be back at three-thirty, 'kay?" He blushes slightly, and you wonder what that's about. Eddie is not one to blush, not without good reason. You decide to look past it, focusing on the fact that you're very late for class.

"Okay, three-thirty. Thanks again, Eddie. Really." You open the door and hop down out of the van. You groan slightly as your knees still hurt to bend, today is going to be rough. You glance back at him before closing the door. "See you later, Munson." You grin up at him.

"Later, Y/N." He replies, smirking back at you. You shut the door, turning to walk inside. You make a point to sway your hips just a bit more than usual as you walk, hoping he'll appreciate the view. He seems to because you hear him accidentally honk the horn. You turn back to look. Eddie's blushing like an idiot, smacking his head in embarrassment that his hand slipped as he was staring at your ass. You giggle as you wave coyly at him. He waves back, visibly gulping from nervousness. He shakily starts up the van, tearing out of the parking lot like he just pulled off a bank robbery.

You can't help but laugh at the sight. You made the Eddie Munson lose his cool. Not many people can boast that achievement. You run into the school, thinking about how fun this weekend is truly going to be. You only hope the clock will move faster than usual so you can see Eddie again.

Part 1.2: Do You Wanna Touch Me?

You're in your final class for the day, the large clock on the wall reads 3:25. Just five more minutes until you get to see Eddie again, he's been playing over in your mind all day. You haven't even bothered to pay attention in class, all you can think about is how big his smile is, how his voice sounds, the way his hands feel when they touch you. Luckily none of your professors have called on you like they usually do. Perhaps they’ve noticed your bandages and decided it best to let you be today. You look at the clock again, 3:27. Fuck, can't time go any faster?

You try your hardest to stop staring at that damn clock, looking out the large window to your right. It gives you a great view of the parking lot, and you just happen to see Eddie out there. He's leaning against the van, smoking a cigarette. God, he looks so hot when he smokes. You've never really gotten into it, but you wouldn't mind smoking with him. He's not that far away, but doesn't seem to notice you staring.

"Alright everyone, that's all for today! Don't forget to do the reading on microorganisms. And your 10-page essays on Bacteria vs. Viruses are due on Monday! I'll see you all next week." You're snapped out of your trance as your professor dismisses the class. You gather your things, shoving them into your bag. You dash out of the classroom, running down the halls to get outside. You push the front door open, and rush over to Eddie.

"Well, well, someone's happy to see me!" Eddie greets you as he takes another drag. You lean against the van beside Eddie, twiddling with your hands.

"Maybe. You are my ride home, after all. Is the bike fixed yet?" You ask.

"Oh, it'll be ready next week. I've got a guy who owes me a favor, so he'll do it free of charge. But I can drive you until then, if you like." Eddie says with the cigarette between his lips. He pulls the pack from his jacket pocket, gesturing it at you to offer you one.

"Oh, thanks." You grab a cigarette from the box, holding it between your fingers. Eddie pulls out his lighter, igniting it. You put the cigarette to your lips, leaning into the flame. You take a long drag, letting the smoke flow back out casually. He just stares at you as he puts the pack and lighter away. "And yeah, I guess you can be my ride." A sly smile spreads on your lips as you speak. He chokes on the drag he’s inhaling, your phrasing taking him by surprise. You playfully smack his chest and laugh. "Not like that, you pervert. You can drive me to school, as long as it's not too much trouble."

"No trouble at all, princess." He says, clearing his throat. "But I think you know full well what you're doing. It's cute, but very dangerous." His eyes have changed, they seem darker now. His free hand is stroking your arm suggestively, and it makes your skin tingle. You shudder at the sensation, and he smirks.

"And what exactly do you think I'm doing?" You ask, playing dumb. You can't help your heart starting to race, though, or your voice becoming unsteady. You can't stop staring into his eyes, they almost hypnotize you.

"I think you're being a tease, Y/N." He speaks to you lowly now, his tone deep and seductive. His lips come very close to yours as he speaks. "Now, I like you. And you seem to like me, too. All I'm saying is that two can play at your little game, and I always win." Eddie leans in just a little bit more, and you instinctively move to close the gap. Your eyes close as you expect to make contact with him. But before your lips can meet, Eddie moves his head back. You stumble forward in the newly empty space. Eddie laughs as you open your eyes, blushing when you realize he faked you out. "Something wrong, princess?" He teases, feigning ignorance to what he just did.

"You-" Your mouth moves but no words seem to form. You can't believe he’d play you for a fool like that. If it's a game he wants, it's a game he'll get. "You're an ass. You know that?" Is all you can manage to say. You scoot away from him slightly, crossing your arms. You glare at him, and he's just grinning like the devil. You take another drag, huffing the smoke out as you exhale.

"What? Giving up already?" He moves closer, laughing in amusement.

"What exactly are you proposing, Munson? Are you challenging me like the child you are?" You question him, cocking an eyebrow. You're annoyed, but admittedly very interested in playing with him.

"Hey, if anyone's the child here, it's you. You're the one getting all pissy. But yes, I am indeed offering you a challenge. Which you totally started, by the way." He's far too entertained for your liking, and you roll your eyes. "Come on, you mean to tell me you aren't dying to know which of us would cave in to lust first? I saw you staring at my ass when I went in the store earlier. Those automatic doors sure are reflective, sweetheart." You gasp, blushing at the fact that he did see you, and didn't say anything this whole time.

"Oh, you're one to talk, Eddie! You literally honked at me as you watched MY ass walk into school!" You poke a finger into his chest roughly. "I don't think you're as controlled as you claim you are. You know what? You're on! And when I win, you'll be sorry."

He's unphased by your words, his expression staying the same. "And when I win, you'll be mine." He whispers, and he plants a kiss on your neck. You tense at the contact, the back of your head hitting the van. "Watch your head there, Y/N. Don't need a concussion ruining our fun, do we?" He laughs, flicking his spent cigarette away. You take the last drag of yours, blowing the smoke in his face. You stomp the butt out on the pavement, and wordlessly get into the passenger side. Eddie runs around the other side, climbing into his seat. "Before we head to your place, I gotta pick up a couple members of the club. Ian and James Tanner. I'm sure you've met them before. Then we have to make a snack run, per Dustin's request. If you don't mind helping, I'd highly appreciate it." He reaches over nonchalantly to place his hand just above your knee.

You stare at his hand, feeling your body start to heat up. You're already frazzled and he's barely touched you. You meet his gaze, shocked to see him looking cool as a cucumber. Eddie smiles at you innocently as his hand travels further up to your thigh. It stays there, squeezing the flesh, and you struggle to speak. "Y-Yeah. I can help, no problem." You smile weakly. Dammit, he’s way too good at this. You'll be lucky to last until you get home at the rate he's going.

"Sounds like a plan, sweetheart." He lets go of your thigh, turning to face the steering wheel. He shifts the van into gear, pulling out of the lot a bit too fast. He may not show it on the outside, but he's just as revved up as you are. He carelessly swerves and makes turns at the wrong times. Luckily he hasn't caused an accident by the time you reach the Tanner house.

It's a small house with a broken front window. Weeds are overgrown in the yard, and a yapping chihuahua runs towards the van. Two boys are sitting on the front stoop, and they wave as you pull into the driveway. You recognize them, Dustin has had them over for sleepovers before as they're in the same grade. Ian and James are identical twins, and they’re very kind and polite. They aren't well off by any means, but they never show it. The boys stand up in unison, quickly moving to the back of the van. They climb in the double doors, tossing heavy backpacks down. A woman who appears to be their mother waves from the screen door, opening it slightly to let the dog inside. Eddie waves back, smiling at her.

"Hey, Y/N." Ian and James say simultaneously as they settle in just before Eddie peels away from their humble home.

"Hello, boys. You excited for your big campaign?" You crane your neck to speak to the boys. You make a point to be extra nice to Dustin's friends, they usually need it more than most.

"Hell yeah!" Ian chirps. James nods in agreement.

"I bet. Dusty won't shut up about it, so much so that he convinced me to sit in and watch. And maybe next time I'll join you in playing." You look at Eddie, who's eyebrow cocks at your suggestion. "Oh, I hope that's okay, Eddie." You say as you bat your eyelashes at him.

"Of course, Y/N. Who am I to deny such a pretty girl, hm?" His eyes blaze with glee, he’ll certainly use this idea against you in your little bet.

"Shit." You mutter under your breath.

"What was that, princess?" Eddie inquires. He doesn't miss a damn thing, does he? You can't help but marvel at him, tonight is sure to be interesting.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." You say plainly. You turn to gaze out the window, you don't dare look in his direction. He plays nice for the remainder of the drive to the store, blasting Metallica on the stereo. You let yourself space out, trying to cool off. How does he manage to be so sexy while doing so little? You suddenly feel Eddie shaking your shoulder to get your attention.

"Hey, space cadet. It's time to shop, let's go." Eddie massages your shoulder slightly, teasing you again. It shouldn't be making your skin light on fire, but somehow it does. You do your best to hold back a moan, biting your lip. Eddie grins at you, eating up any reaction you give him. You all exit the van, walking into the store in pairs. The twins in front, you and Eddie behind. You quickly separate from the group, some distance could help you keep calm. But Eddie has other ideas. You grab a handbasket and make a beeline for the chips, and stand for a bit deciding between Classic or BBQ. Eddie walks behind you, dragging his hand across your back as he goes past. You gasp, whipping your head to look at him. "Something the matter, Y/N?" He asks innocently.

"Nope. All good." You answer, acting neutral. You pick the BBQ chips and put them in your basket. You pretend to look at liters of soda on the other side as you walk, stopping right behind him. You bring your hand up to his head, digging your fingers into his hair. You scratch on his scalp real slow, and he moans. Ha! Point: Y/N. You stop shortly after, moving your hand away. He turns around to look at you, but your back is turned now. You act like you don't even notice him, picking up a couple large bottles of Mountain Dew. Once they're secure in your basket, you feel Eddie smack your ass. Hard. You yelp in surprise, almost dropping the basket to the floor. Point: Eddie.

"Shhh, better keep quiet. We don't want the kiddos to know what we're up to." He whispers into your ear, making you shudder. Eddie's standing very close behind you, his body heat radiating from him. You decide to get even by backing yourself into him, making sure your ass rubs right over his crotch. He whimpers at the contact. Point: Y/N. "Fuck, you don't play fair, do you?" He purrs. He moves your hair to the side, exposing your neck. He then proceeds to lick the entire length of it, all the way to your jaw.

"Jesus, Eddie. How are you so fucking hot?" You say with a lustful sigh, proud of yourself for not moaning. Although, the feeling of his warm tongue is quickly getting you wet.

"Practice, I guess. And that sexy little sigh you let out still counts, princess." Dammit. Point: Eddie. You separate yourself from him again, walking to the next aisle. Rows of shiny candy bars glisten in front of you. You make sure to get some 3 Musketeers, Dustin's favorite. You're about to grab your own favorite, when Eddie suddenly appears beside you. He grips your wrist, stopping your movement. You try to resist, but he's stronger than you. He brings your wrist up to his lips, kissing it while looking in your eyes. You stare at him, mouth agape as he kisses your arm all the way to the inside of your elbow.

You're feeling ridiculously warm in here, maybe the AC is busted. Your eyes are wide, your chest rising and falling quicker than usual. You give no other reaction, much to Eddie's dismay. He drops your arm, picking out a Hershey bar. He lets it fall into your basket. "My favorite." He says simply, and turns to walk away from you. You just stand in place, amazed at his behavior. One second, he's licking and kissing you. The next, it's like nothing ever happened. You realize now you need to up your game. But not here, this round is definitely ending in a tie. Plus, it’s only a matter of time before either the twins or an employee catches you. And you can't have that.

You eventually make your way up to the checkout, meeting the others in line. You take a moment to see what everyone else picked as the items are placed on the conveyor belt. There's quite a variety, Twizzlers, Crunch Bars, New Coke, A&W, tortilla chips and salsa, Cheetos, the items you chose, and a few other similar choices. But at the very end, are Eddie's picks. A couple six-packs of beer, a carton of cigarettes, and condoms. Fucking condoms. This man is so confident you'll put out, he isn't even embarrassed to buy them in front of you. Cocky bastard.

You lean over to speak into his ear, pulling his locks aside. "If you think you're gonna lay me that easily, you've got another thing coming." And you slyly bite his earlobe, returning to your original position afterwards. He gasps, not expecting you to make such a bold move in front of the kids, or the cashier. Nobody seems to notice, but his cheeks burn with sudden shyness. You can't help giggling at his reaction. He's very cute when he does that. He breathes out heavily, composing himself.

"That'll be $32.45, sir." The cashier says once everything has been rung up. The twins make quick work of bagging everything up while Eddie pulls out his wallet. He gives the cashier two twenties, and clumsily shoves the change he receives into his pocket.

"Thanks, man." Eddie says, going to the end of the line to grab a couple of the bags. "Alright, let's go home, little demons!" He says to the boys, and they all walk out ahead of you while shoving each other around playfully. There's one bag left on the end, the one with Eddie's special items in it. You grab it, running after them to the van. Everyone gets settled in with all the goodies, and Eddie drives to your house.

Once you arrive, Eddie turns to the twins. "Hey guys, why don't you take the bags in for us, okay? We'll be there in a minute." He smiles at them, and they nod while grabbing all the bags besides the one you still had in your hands. They run to your front door like maniacs, and you see Dustin letting them inside after they ring the doorbell. You notice a couple bikes outside in the yard, the Sinclairs have already arrived. You look at Eddie, noticing him staring at you.

"What's up, Eds?" You ask.

"Nothin’, just...thinking." He replies with a suspicious grin. Eddie takes your hands in his, lifting them to his lips to kiss them.

"What about?" You can tell he's up to something.

"About how I'm gonna make you pay for that stunt you pulled at the checkout. It was brave, but it was also a big mistake. I was holding back before, Y/N. I can do so much worse than that." He chuckles darkly. Your eyes widen, you've really done it now. "Just you wait and see, princess. By the end of the night, you'll be begging me to fuck you." He gives you a shit-eating grin, and drops your hands. He gets out of the van without another word, leaving you dumbstruck. You struggle to gather your thoughts, but all you can think is how incredibly turned on you are.

Once you're able to think straight, you grab your belongings and run to the house. You push open the door to see everyone bustling around to set up the game. A couple folding tables from the attic are standing in your living room, and Eddie makes it his mission to put everything in its perfect place. Dustin and the Sinclairs are helping him, listening to his barked orders. James and Ian are in the kitchen, putting drinks in the refrigerator and dumping the snacks onto the counter. You take the beer from Eddie's bag to add to the fridge, and then stop in your room to put your schoolbag away. You decide to keep Eddie's other items in your room, out of sight from your nosy mother. You turn to leave, and you find Mom standing before you with her arms crossed.

"Are you okay, Y/N? You didn't come home after classes like you said. Wait, what are those?!" She points at your bandages, suddenly very worried.

"Mom, it's nothing. I was on the way to school and I tried to cross an intersection too late. Eddie ended up hitting me and I fell and scraped my hands and knees." You try to keep her calm, she always spirals any time you or Dustin get so much as a paper cut.

"He did what!? And you came back here with him? Why didn't you call me?" She frantically bombards you with questions.

"Mom, I promise it's okay. He stopped and helped me, he got the bandages for me and cleaned me up. It was my fault, I went in the road when I shouldn't have. And he feels really bad about it, so, please don't bring it up. My bike did get a bit damaged, but he took it to a shop to get fixed. And he's going to drive me until it's ready, okay? Just calm down." You barely stop to take a breath, doing everything you can to keep her from throwing Eddie out on his ass.

"You can't be careless like that, Y/N. You could've been seriously hurt, or even killed! And I can't lose you, sugarpuff." Mom has called you sugarpuff ever since you were five. You don't know where the name came from, but you always liked it. She has tears forming in her eyes, and she pulls you into a suffocating hug. "You and Dusty are all I have. If anything happened to you, I don't know what I'd do." You can't help but feel a bit guilty. You put your life at risk, and for what? To not be late to class one time? You hug her tight, letting her know you understand how she feels. You're her child, and you always will be.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Really, I didn't mean to make you upset. I won't be so careless again, okay? But I should go help with the campaign. I'm watching them play tonight." She lets you go when she hears that last part, looking at you oddly.

"Really? Hmm, interesting." She gives you a knowing look. Dammit, you are gonna murder Dustin for his loose lips. "Well, have fun, sugarpuff. And don't do anything I wouldn't do." You gasp, surprised that your own mother would be condoning you potentially being intimate with a certain someone who’s currently shouting about dice in the living room. She scoffs at you. "Don't be so prudish, Y/N. You're a grown woman, right? Go get 'em." She says with a laugh, going to her room to let you and the club be. She might pop out every so often for a snack or the bathroom, but she knows not to intrude when you or Dustin have company. She may be pushy sometimes, but she tries her hardest to give you space where it’s needed.

"Hey." You hear Eddie whisper from behind you, making you jump. You whip around to face him, his body very close to yours. "We're just about ready now. You wanna come sit next to me, princess?" He asks while leaning even closer to you. You wait to see what move he's going to make, watching his hand raise and aim for your chest. You start breathing heavily, anticipating his touch. He looks at you with eyes of fire, wetting his suddenly dry lips. You want him to touch you so badly, you wish he'd just do it already. You close your eyes, waiting expectantly. "Boop." You feel his finger on the tip of your nose, and your eyes snap open. Eddie fakes you out yet again, and you can't help the frustrated sigh that falls from your lips. "Aww, were you expecting something else? Seems like you'll break soon enough. Come on, it's game time." He's so smug about his effect on you, rubbing it in your face. He puts his hand out for you to take, and you do. The feeling of his warm skin on yours is electric.

You walk together down the hall, and into the living room. He leads you over to the head of the table, and you take the seat beside his. The others have already taken their places, and they notice you and Eddie holding hands. Once you're both seated, he lets your hand go, and you can't help quietly whining at the loss. He smirks at you, his moves on you working exactly as planned. Or so he thinks. You make a quick move to scoot your chair as close to him as possible. He raises a warning eyebrow at you, and you just smile at him innocently.

"Alright, everybody. Let's get this shit started." Eddie announces. "And for anyone out of the loop, the lovely Y/N will be sitting in tonight. And she might even be joining our little club." Everyone nods in approval, eager to get things moving. You watch Eddie closely as he starts the campaign, taking in how theatrical he is while he leads the story. His eyes shine bright, and his voice morphs into different characters. You can't help giggling when his voice goes high to play the women. You glance around the table, taking in how everyone plays so well together.

You do your best to pay attention to how everything works. Turns, skills, weapons, the dice, it’s a lot to take in. But it’s easy to see why everyone here enjoys playing so much. Outside of all the math and note-taking, it’s an adventure. And you can't wait to join the next one. Eddie looks over at you often during the game, though only for a moment. He's very passionate and focused when it comes to D&D. You glance at your watch, shocked to see three hours have already passed. You decide now is your time to make moves on him. The table blocks the view of your hands from the others, and you bring your right hand to Eddie's thigh. He stumbles over his words, his body tensing up under your touch. His eyes meet yours as he continues to speak, trying to keep the rest of the table oblivious to what you're doing.

Your hand slowly goes further, higher up his thigh. Eddie's heart begins to race, and he almost shouts his next sentence when you finally reach his crotch. His hand bangs on the table, causing the others to jump. "You alright there, Eddie?" Dustin asks. Everyone's eyes move to their dungeon master, watching him closely.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just uh...I think we all need a small break." He says while narrowing his eyes at you. Everyone voices agreement, and stands from the table. Dustin heads for the bathroom, and the others go to the kitchen for more snacks. You and Eddie are the only ones still seated, and your hand is still between his legs. You feel his dick hardening just beneath your fingers, and you decide to palm him through his jeans. He moans, gripping your wrist. Point: Y/N. "Christ, you're really asking for it, aren't you? I was gonna play nice for a bit longer. But now you've pushed this past the point of no return." He chuckles as he places his hand over yours, squeezing roughly. You look in his eyes with a sly smile on your face as you continue to grope him. His eyes bore into you with lust, the room igniting around the both of you.

"Do your worst, Munson. I can't imagine you can take much more of this. You talk a big game, but your cock tells me everything I need to know." You let him out of your grip, causing him to whine. He tries to stifle it, but you know you're very close to winning the whole thing. Sure, you're playing a little dirty. But he’s so sure he'll beat you, so smug about it. You can't stand to let him win.

After a few minutes, the others return to the table. Eddie proceeds with the adventure, giving his full attention to everyone except you. He isn't even glancing in your direction anymore, and it's driving you mad. You mentally beg him to look in your direction, but he doesn't answer your plea. This fucker is working his magic on you, making you desperate for anything he’s willing to give you. You try to hide your frustration, but your knee impulsively bobs up and down rapidly. Eddie only takes notice because his own knee is flush against yours. He finally gives you the attention you've been craving. A look that acknowledges your wanting, while also teasing you for it. He knows precisely how his methods are affecting you, putting his hand on your knee to make it stop bouncing. You hold back a moan, not wanting to give yourself away.

Eddie winks at you, and his own hand moves slowly up your leg. He stops at your thigh, holding his hand there. Your heart is pounding, and your panties are becoming increasingly wet the more he touches you. You're panting slightly, looking in his eyes to beg him for more. He gives you a subtle nod, while still directing the group in the campaign perfectly. Nobody notices what’s going on, because Eddie is more than capable of multitasking. He makes a point to show you just how well he can focus on two things at once. His hand migrates to the waistband of your jeans, undoing the button, and pulling the zipper down. Once your pants are open, he slips his hand inside. His eyes are not on you while he does this, he makes sure to distract everyone from what he's doing to you.

You gasp when Eddie strokes your clit over your panties, but you cover it with a cough. A few eyes move towards you, but you wave them away, blaming allergies. The attention once again returns to Eddie. His hand continues to stroke you over your underwear, he can feel the thin material moistening under his fingertip. Your skin starts to burn, your blood boiling in your veins. He goes under your panties now, running his fingers through your slick folds. You hold back your moans, biting your lip. You place an elbow on the table, holding your head in your palm to disguise your mouth with subtlety.

His fingers continue to stroke you, rubbing your clit in persistent circles. Your cunt is consistently dripping into your jeans, his touches tying a large knot in your belly. He manages to insert a finger into your pussy, which causes your knee to hit the underside of the table. Everyone looks at you, including Eddie. "Careful, Y/N. You already hurt your knee once today, take it easy." He smirks.

"Sorry, won't happen again. Continue." You struggle to get the words out. Your knee stings from your wound, but the pleasure Eddie continues to give you while acting like nothing is happening makes your head spin. His finger starts curling inside you, slow and steady to not make too much noise.

You're doing everything you can to keep control of your sounds and movements. You have to act natural, the game must go on unnoticed. Eddie adds a second finger, which makes you want to scream. You want to give in, to tackle him to the ground so you can have your way with him. You don't even care about everybody else in the room. You want to ride him, right here and right now. You feel the knot growing tighter and tighter, threatening to snap. Your walls flutter around Eddie's fingers. When he realizes you're just about to cum, he pulls away. Your high runs for the hills, leaving you unsatisfied. You groan loudly, scowling at Eddie.

"Are you alright, Y/N? You're acting weirder than usual." Erica asks.

"Erica! Don't be rude." Lucas scolds her.

"What? It's just the facts! She's been acting strange for hours. what gives?" Erica crosses her arms, waiting to hear an explanation.

Once again, everyone's eyes are on you. You blush madly, stuttering. "I'm一" You glance at Eddie, who offers no help, only a self-congratulatory grin. Damn him, damn him and this stupid bet. You quickly close your jeans as you come up with a reason to leave. "I just...don't feel well. All this junk food isn't agreeing with me. I'll stop interrupting you guys. Sorry. Goodnight." You bolt out of your chair and run to the safety of your bedroom. You slam the door behind you, your back leaning against it.

You start to cry, feeling so embarrassed. You're sure the kids bought your story, but it was so humiliating. To have Eddie touching you like that, with everyone in the room. Sure, you started it, but it wasn't like you had his dick out under the table. Not only that, he denied you in order to get a reaction, drawing attention to you over something so private. You decide to just stay in your room for the rest of the weekend, hiding from everybody. Especially Eddie.

A few hours pass, you're still in front of your door crying. You're on the floor now, and you hear everyone calling it a night. Dustin says goodnight to you through the door, hoping you feel better soon. He goes to his room, shutting the door. The others have taken the couch or have sleeping bags on the floor. Eddie usually sleeps in his van. You think it might be safe to go pee before bed, when you hear a light knocking on the door.

"Y/N, can I come in?" It's Eddie. Of course, he wanted to gloat, right? Shove it in your face that he got the best of you. "I just want to talk. Please?"

Part 1.3: I Think We’re Alone Now

"Please let me in?” He sounds genuinely worried. You sigh and wipe your eyes, standing up to open the door. You let him in, but turn away from him to slump onto your bed. You lay down, facing the wall. Eddie closes the door behind him, sitting on the end of the bed. "Are you alright, Y/N?" He asks quietly, looking down at his hands.

"What do you think?" You snip.

"I didn't mean to upset you, princess. I一" He touches your ankle, but you tug it away.

"Don't call me that! You embarrassed me in front of the Sinclairs, the Tanners, my own brother! Was winning really worth making a fool out of me?" You say through gritted teeth.

"Y/N, I promise that wasn't my intention. What I did was stupid, and wrong. I just...I got caught up in the game. I went too far, and I'm sorry." You hear the remorse in his voice, he didn't want to hurt you. It was quite the opposite, he wanted to have fun and make you feel good. "If you want me to, I can leave right now. I’ll pick the twins up in the morning, postpone the campaign until we can host it somewhere else. I’ll even twist the arm of the repair guy to fix your bike tomorrow so you don't have to see me again."

You take his efforts to do right by you into consideration. He'd go to all that trouble to make you comfortable, regardless of how he feels about you. He clearly cares about you, he just got carried away. Your heart swells at his gesture. You just can't stay mad at him no matter how hard you try. You groan in defeat, sitting up and scooting to the end of the bed to face him. "No, you don't have to go. But let's make it a rule to not finger me in front of other people like that, okay? And you're on thin ice, metalhead."

"You got it. Cross my heart and hope to die." He says, making an 'X' on his chest with his finger. He gazes at you, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "So, everyone else is asleep. You wanna have a beer and a smoke outside with me?" He asks, holding his hand out to you.

"I thought you'd never ask, Munson." You smile, taking his hand. You open the door as quietly as possible, trying your best to not make any noise. Eddie follows close behind you, still holding your hand. You stop in the kitchen to grab a six-pack of beer from the fridge, then you tiptoe your way around everyone's sleeping bags. You finally reach the front door, not bothering to put on shoes. You turn the knob, trying to keep the door from squeaking on its hinges. You both slip out into the night, the cool night air tickling your skin. Eddie left his jackets inside, so you both shiver slightly.

Eddie plops down in the dewy grass of your front lawn, patting the spot next to him for you to sit. "Come here, princess." You do as he asks, sitting cross-legged like him. Your knee touches his as you sit closely to him. You set down the beers, and Eddie grabs one out of the pack. He pulls out a bottle-opener, popping off the top. He hands it to you "Ladies first." He winks at you, pulling out another bottle for himself. You chug half of it down instantly, burping loudly after you swallow. "Hmm, maybe not then." Eddie quips, taking a swig from his own beer.

"Sorry, I was just really thirsty." You blush, giggling at your own rudeness. Eddie laughs too, pulling out his cigarettes. He takes two out of the box, holding one up to your lips. You take it in your mouth, and he lights it, looking deep into your eyes. The flame casts a yellow glow on his face, highlighting his beautiful features. He moves the lighter away from you to light his own cigarette. You inhale from yours deeply, laying down in the grass before you exhale. You stare up at the night sky, taking in the shining stars and full moon. There aren't any clouds tonight, so everything is crystal clear. He copies you, putting his shoulder against yours.

"Damn, what a view!" Eddie exclaims, gesturing at the sky dramatically with his hands. You both smoke silently for a bit, your hands lacing together without realizing it. When you've reached the end of your cigarette, you swipe it roughly onto the ground to put it out before flicking it away. Eddie does the same before speaking again. "You know what a better view than this is, though?" He asks, glancing at you.

"Nope. But you can tell me if you like." You tease him, letting his hand go so you can lay on your side. You rest your head on your left arm, your right going to Eddie's chest. He sighs softly as your fingers lazily stroke him over his shirt.

"It's you, Y/N. You're more beautiful than all the stars, all the planets. All the galaxies in the universe couldn't compare to you." He says with sincerity. He turns his head to look at you, his face carrying a soft expression.

"You are being so cheesy right now." You scoff in disbelief. His smile drops a little, looking sad. "No, I like it, a lot. It's just a different side of you I didn't expect."

"I think you'll find I'm just full of surprises, Y/N." He mirrors your position, a small smile forming on his lips. You move your body closer to his, pressing yourself flush against him. Your hand cups his cheek, and you're not feeling the cold air anymore. The atmosphere has been set ablaze, the both of you breathing heavily. It's like you're running low on oxygen.

Your lips are just a whisper away from his, and you can't stop staring at them. They look so soft and plush, and you're reminded of your late-night thoughts about how they might taste. You close the gap, pushing your mouth onto his gently. You both moan at the contact, and you bite his bottom lip. He gasps, allowing your tongue access to tangle with his. You moan again when you confirm your fantasies of him. He does taste like tobacco, and beer. But there's an underlying flavor of chocolate, the Hershey bar he plopped into your handbasket at the store.

Your hands tangle into Eddie's hair, tugging it roughly. He groans, flipping you both over so you're straddling him. His hands hug the curves of your ass, and he squeezes the flesh under his fingers through your jeans. You moan into his mouth, grinding your hips down onto him. You feel his dick hardening beneath you, positioned right under your cunt. You're getting soaked again, which drives you to keep moving on him. It feels so good, but you want more. "Eddie, someone might see us out here and call the cops. Let's go back to my room, okay?" You whisper as you release his lips from yours.

"Sure thing, baby. To be continued." He jokes. You giggle playfully and move off of him. You gather the open beers back into the pack, and you hold out a hand to help Eddie off the ground. He takes it, standing up next to you. He pulls you back to him by the waist, smashing his lips on yours hungrily. It ends as soon as it starts though, leaving you breathless. Eddie leads you inside with his arm around your waist. You sneak back into the house, following the same route you took to leave.

You stumble backwards into your room, pulling Eddie by his shirt. He kicks the door shut behind him, luckily it doesn't slam too hard. You set the beers down on your dresser, and then you're being pushed down onto your bed by him. You fall back onto the pillows, bouncing slightly when you make contact. He climbs on top of you, his knees on either side of yours. You gaze up at him from your pillow, his long locks hanging down around his face. He stares back at you, smirking as always. He slowly lowers his lips onto yours once more, languid and passionate this time. You moan as his hand gropes your tits over your shirt. You grip his hair again as he kisses you, tugging even harder this time. He groans louder than before, breaking away.

"Careful, babydoll. Don't push my buttons too much, or who knows what I'll do." He says darkly. His mouth moves to your neck, where he licks you the same as he did to you earlier today.

"God, Eddie. You're so fucking hot." You exhale lustfully, throwing your head back as he marks hickies on you.

"You're not so bad yourself, Y/N." He sits on his knees to remove his shirt. As he pulls it over his head, you can't help staring at his body. He's slim, but a little bit toned. And his tattoos suit him so well. You bite your lip as you do your best to memorize him for your future late-night thoughts. "You like what you see?" He tilts his head at you. You just nod, wide-eyed. You take off your t-shirt and your bra, exposing your breasts to him. His breath catches in his throat when he gets a good look at you. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." He murmurs, staring at you in awe.

"C’mere." You plead, pulling him down to you by his belt buckle. Your hands roam Eddie's back, scratching your nails into his skin. He moans as he begins to kiss your chest. His mouth leaves a trail of hickies all over your tits. You whimper as he makes each one, gasping when he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. "Eddie…" You moan, and he stops sucking on your tit, peering down at you.

"You make such pretty noises, Y/N." He says with a grin before returning to his task. He moves on to your other breast, gently biting down on your sensitive bud.

"Jesus, fuck." You can't help all the moans and curses that fall from your mouth, everything he does feels like magic. Your sounds feed Eddie's fire, making his cock twitch in his jeans.

"You're such a good little slut for me. Reacting to every touch I give you." He purrs at you as his mouth travels further down your body. You moan at his words, so filthy and arousing at the same time. "You like when I call you that, princess?" He asks, noting your eyes blown wide with desire.

"Yes." You manage to choke out a reply as his lips leave a trail of kisses down your torso until he reaches your jeans. Everything he does is unbearably sexy, it stirs a primal fire inside you. No other man has come close to making you feel so simultaneously in and out of control. You want him to ruin you, to do anything and everything he wants to you.

"Good girl." He replies, his hands undoing your jeans for the second time tonight. He pulls them off your legs, tossing them aside. His hands spread your legs for him, and a grin forms across his mouth when he sees the dark spot on your panties. "So wet for me already?" His hand strokes you over the thin fabric, and your hips buck off the bed impulsively as you moan. Eddie holds you down with his other hand. "Relax, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good." He slips your panties off slowly, and takes a long look at your drenched pussy. "Fuck, you're so beautiful, Y/N." His eyes meet yours, finding you panting as you await his next move. His fingers feel your slick folds, brushing over your clit. You moan loudly, forming fists as you grip the blanket beneath you. He keeps eye contact with you as he inserts a finger into your dripping cunt. Your mouth falls open, but barely any sound comes out. He starts pumping in and out of you, curling just so to hit your sweetspot with ease.

"Oh, Eddie…go faster, please..." You can't help sounding needy as you whine for him to do more. You feel a familiar knot building inside of you, winding tighter with every stroke of Eddie's finger inside of you.

"Anything you want, angel." He does as you ask, causing more moans and calls of his name to spill from you. He adds another finger, and you arch your back. Your body is slowly sheened in sweat, and Eddie keeps praising you. "You're doing so well, princess. Such a good girl for me." He removes his fingers, and you whine at the loss. But he quickly starts licking your clit with his tongue. He paints your cunt with long stripes, occasionally inserting his tongue into your entrance. He moans at how sweet you taste, vibrations roaming through your center. "You taste so good, babe." He continues to flick his tongue on you, expertly moving you closer to the edge.

"Oh, shit. I'm so close, make me cum. Please." Waves of pleasure are crashing over you, your whole body is fizzing. The knot inside you wants so badly to snap, to release the built up pressure you've been feeling all day.

"That's a good little slut, cum for me." He says before sucking your clit into his mouth. It feels unbelievable, and you finally sense yourself letting go.

"Fuck, Eddie!" You cry out, almost screaming. Your orgasm rips through you, radiating from your pussy to all of your extremities. Your head feels light, and stars fill your vision. Your legs shake uncontrollably, but Eddie holds you in place. His mouth continues to work against your cunt as your high subsides. Your clit is sparking, and his mouth on you is overstimulating. "Eds, that's enough. Please, it's too much." You pant as you push his head away.

"Sorry, angel. I'll let you cool down." He coos, caressing your legs lovingly. He stands, still shirtless, and goes to the dresser to grab the opened beer. He hands you your bottle, and you sit up to sip on it. The liquid cools you from the inside out, calming the burning flames. Eddie sits at the edge of the bed, his back turned to you as he drinks. You crawl across the bed to sit beside him, putting your free hand on his thigh. He tenses slightly, not expecting your touch. "Hey there, beautiful." He says while smiling at you, looking you up and down. You're still naked, but you don't feel exposed. Eddie’s presence makes you comfortable, you could do anything around him and not feel nervous about it.

"Hey." You reply simply. You finish off your beer, setting the empty bottle on the carpet. Eddie's still holding his while you turn yourself toward him. You lean forward, moving his long hair away from his neck. You kneel to plant a few open-mouthed kisses on his throat. He tilts his head to give you better access, moaning whenever you put your lips on him. Your right hand travels down his chest, caressing his warm skin on the way to his crotch. You ghost over his erection, his breath hitching. You palm him through his jeans, his cock growing harder as you grope him.

"Shit, Y/N." He groans out, his head falling back slightly. You slide off the bed, positioning yourself on your knees between Eddie's legs. You continue to stroke him, kissing his chest and stomach repeatedly. He moans over and over as you touch him, cursing and saying your name, calling you a good girl. He's become putty in your hands.

"You make pretty noises too. It's very sexy." You whisper in his ear, reaching for his belt. You unbuckle it, and pull his jeans off. He's only in his boxers now, his erection forming a tent in the thin cloth. You run your tongue up his length over the fabric, and he moans loudly.

"Jesus." His hands grip the edge of the mattress, the knuckles turning white. You smile at him seductively, reaching for his waistband. You yank off his underwear, and waste no time taking hold of his cock. You take all of him in your mouth, gagging as he hits the back of your throat. His hips buck into your face from the feeling of your wet mouth on him. Your eyes start to water as you bob your head up and down on him. You swirl your tongue around his length as you work, and Eddie can't stop groaning. Every sound makes your pussy wetter, him calling out your name is music to your ears. "Keep going, baby. You're a fuckin’ goddess at giving head." He chuckles slightly, throwing his head back. A couple drips of sweat run down his face, his eyes screwed shut as he focuses on how hot and wet your mouth is. He's panting like a dog, feeling himself growing closer to the edge.

His balls tighten in your hand as you massage them. He's very close, you take this as a sign to go even deeper and faster. You gag repeatedly on him, moving your lips and tongue at a punishing pace. Tears run down your cheeks, blurring your vision. You stop only for a moment to encourage him. "That's it. Be a good boy and cum for me." You plunge your mouth as far as it can go onto his dick, pulling out every move in your playbook, sealing his fate.

"Fuck, gonna cum..." He chokes out as his high overtakes him. He moans so loud, you're worried he'll wake everybody up. His mouth is open wide, and he falls backwards onto the bed as his load shoots down your throat. You swallow every last drop, it tastes so fucking good. He's practically gasping for air, his arms laying above his head. You release him with a pop, and take in the sight before you. Eddie's so pretty like this, laying on your bed with his cock out, shiny with sweat. His hair matted to his face from the moisture, his chest rising and falling rapidly. A wave of lust washes over you to see the effect you've had on him.

He takes a moment to compose himself before sitting up. He's still panting a little, but he looks at you with a deep hunger in his eyes. "C’mere, princess." He motions for you to sit on his lap. You do so, straddling him on the edge of the bed. His dick rests against your stomach, already getting hard again. He wraps his arms around your waist, and yours rest around his neck. You kiss him again, and he reciprocates. Your mouths move together in sync, and you feel something different between you now. This moment isn't just about sex, you think you really like Eddie. You might even be falling in love with him. And given the way he's keeping up with you, maybe he’s falling in love with you ,too.

Despite all these strong emotions brewing between the two of you, you still want Eddie to take you in every way possible. "Eddie?" You ask, breaking the kiss. Your lips feel bruised, and you gaze deep into his eyes.

"Yes, sweetheart?" He says quietly, meeting your eyes. He's genuinely interested in what you have to say.

"I want you." You whisper, somehow shy about admitting this to him.

"I want you too, Y/N. So much, you have no idea." He replies softly, and his hand cups your cheek. You move yourself closer to him, rubbing his dick between your folds. You moan in unison at the sensation, the air lighting on fire once again. Eddie grabs your ass, leading your hips to continue moving against him. The friction is like pure electricity, shooting currents of ecstasy through your bodies. "Can I fuck you, Y/N?" Eddie asks, a pleading look in his eyes. He's so needy for you.

"Yes, Eddie. Please, take me any way you want." You practically beg him.

He grasps his cock, teasing your entrance a few more times, spreading your arousal. He stops for a moment. "Wait, let me get a condom." He says, tapping your thigh to get off of him. You shake your head, and he looks at you, confused.

"I'm on the pill, Eds. We can still use one if you want, but I trust you."

"That's fine by me. If you're good to go, then so am I." He kisses you deeply, getting himself ready to enter you. You instinctively lift yourself up so he can position himself, and you slowly sink down onto his dick. He fills you to the brim, the perfect size to knock the air from your lungs as you take all of him. You need a moment to adjust, flexing your walls to teasingly clamp around him. "Shit. Do that again." Eddie whimpers, and you grip his cock with your insides. "Jesus, that's fucking hot." He says breathily. You start to move on him, bouncing up and down at a steady pace. The room fills with the sounds of moans and slapping skin. You aren't putting much effort into being quiet, everything feels too good for you to care about anyone hearing you. Eddie's fingers are digging into your ass cheeks, holding your flesh for dear life. His lips attack your tits as best he can as you continue to ride him. Your head is thrown backward in pure bliss as your climax builds, your hands holding his shoulders tightly. The pleasure bubbles in your belly, growing stronger every time you come down on Eddie's cock. He hits your g-spot perfectly, like he was made for you.

"Fuck, Eddie. I'm getting close again. You feel so good inside me." Every move and every touch makes your head spin, it's getting harder to form coherent thoughts.

"I'm close too, baby. Keep going, be a good little slut. Make a mess all over me." He says, a bit muffled as his face is still buried in your tits. His words spur you on, and you ride him even faster, rolling your hips to hit your spot even better. He assists you, meeting your bounces with his own thrusts up into you. You moan loudly every time he pitches his hips upwards. He's chasing your high, wanting to feel you come undone. "C’mon, angel. Cum on my dick like a good girl." His words make your orgasm explode inside of you. Fireworks go off under your skin. Waves of pleasure crash over you, taking you under.

"Oh god, fuck!" You almost scream, curses and exclamations flowing from you incoherently. Your walls clamp down, milking Eddie's cock. He groans, his own orgasm overtaking him. He calls out your name, bucking his hips uncontrollably into your cunt. His movements prolong your high, a burst of juices leaking out of you. He feels the fluid rush over his dick, spilling out onto the floor and the bed. It makes him groan, the sensation is nothing he's ever felt before. He’s already thinking of how many other ways he can make you cum like this in the future. Your legs shake violently, and you hold yourself against Eddie as hard as you can to keep from falling. You can't stop shaking for a good while as the strongest orgasm of your life takes what seems like forever to subside.

You eventually collapse against his chest, gulping in air like a fish out of water. Eddie's arms wrap around you, a hand stroking your damp hair. "You okay, Y/N?" He sounds concerned, he's never seen a girl cum so hard before. He's worried that he may have hurt you.

"I'm good, Eds. Really good.” You giggle in satisfaction. “That has to be the best orgasm I've ever had. I didn't even know I could do that. It wasn't weird, was it?" You ask, referring to you squirting on him. You’re a bit nervous that you’ve grossed him out.

"What? Fuck no! That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. I've heard about women being able to do that, but I’ve never experienced it before.” He explains excitedly, glad to have made this discovery about you. “You are something special. In more ways than just that, Y/N."

"I'll have you know I'm just full of surprises, baby." You give him a quick kiss, smiling like a dope. You realize his dick is still inside you, so you carefully pull yourself off of him. Your mixed release drips out of you and onto his length, you both stare at the sight and moan quietly. You don't want to risk being caught naked in the hall to retrieve a towel, so you drop to your knees in front of Eddie. You lick up every last drop of your cum, causing him to shudder as he stares at you in shock.

"Goddamn, can you get any sexier, Y/N?" His eyes are wide, jaw on the floor as he watches you swallow every last drop.

"You'll just have to wait and find out next time, won't you?" You smirk at him, standing up.

"Next time, huh?" He quirks an eyebrow at you. You realize what you’ve implied, blushing harshly. Eddie rolls his eyes. "Relax, sweetheart. Of course I want to do this again, among other things. It's a date!" He beams at you, and your expression softens. You fail to hold back a yawn, and Eddie follows suit. "It’s gettin’ pretty late. Should we go to bed?" He asks, slipping his boxers back on. He grabs his Hellfire shirt, tossing it to you along with your panties.

"You want me to wear your shirt?" You're surprised he'd offer you something so personal. But you can't help falling for him just a little bit more because of it.

"Of course! Gotta let everyone know you're mine, right?" He bites his lip, nervous about suggesting that you belong to him. Did I overstep and ruin everything?, he wonders when you don’t respond right away.

"Yours, huh? So that makes you mine then, correct?" You can't help teasing him a little, seeing his face burn red is so endearing.

"Yeah. Uh, i-if you want." He stutters over his words, looking down at his hands. He fidgets with his rings, twisting them around his fingers. His knee bounces, signaling his anxiety. You reach down, stilling his leg. You put your hand over his, and use the other to lift his chin up to you with your finger. You stare deep into his eyes, trying to show him how you want this just as much as he does.

"There's no need to be nervous, Eds. I'll happily be yours, I really like you. I might even be falling for you." You kiss him gently on the lips, but only for a moment. "Now, let’s get some rest. Got a big day tomorrow." You give him a caring look, and he kindly returns it, nodding. You put his shirt on over your head, and he smiles wide when he sees you in it. It's a bit big on you, almost long enough to be a dress. But you would look beautiful to him no matter what. You walk over to the bed, pulling up the covers to slip underneath them. Eddie crawls over to join you.

Once you're both under the blanket, Eddie pulls you close to him, spooning you. He peppers light kisses onto the back of your neck, whispering sweet nothings to you. When he notices your breathing going steady in preparation for sleep, he stops kissing you. "Goodnight, princess. Sleep well." He says before closing his eyes.

"Goodnight, Eds." You reply, falling into a deep, dreamless slumber.

To be continued…

#fanfiction #smut #eddie munson #stranger things #hawkins #1980s #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #into the fire #hippiegoth97

[octuscle]

Goddamn dude you’re two for two, I’d fucking kiss you if Boss wouldn’t have my ass for it. He says I’m all hisSNDNFIDDN

Shit sorry, hard to type while I’ve got a weapon of mass destruction up my asSKSHFDBD

Okayokay shit I’ll make this quick ‘fore he breaks my phone. He doesn’t like it when my attention ain’t on him. I know you’re probably sick of all my requests but I really need this one from you man. I don’t want Boss to be my boss anymore. Or, not just my boss. I…I-uhh wannaAJSFHRI

AAAH FUCK okay I want ‘im to be my husband. Lock him down so I can always be his and he’ll be mine and all that sweet shit. Call me a romantic, or a whore I don’t care. My problem is, apparently our situation is “unethical”. Yeah he’s Big BoOPSNXD

Fuck! He’s Big Boss to me and all the guys under me but even he’s got assholes in charge of him and they’re already breathing down his neck for all the private meetings with me. But I don’t wanna leave this job. I love the guys, I love leading them and working with ‘em, they’re like family. So is there a way you can make boss above all those dickheads in suits above him? Or maybe just persuade them or make them more understanding of our—oh shit, am I gonna say this? Of our lovVEGEIDHHK

CHRISTONABIKE alright fuck it dude I’m sending this shit as is, just please help me out again, I swear I’ll do anything you ask for it. FUCK yes sir I’m putting it down I’m putting it down—-

This is a sequel to this asks here:

Dude, like I always say: Never fuck the company! That's why my supervisor always makes me a muscular employee at KFC when he has a craving for my cock. But that has not been the question at all.

It didn't take long for word of your affair to spread all the way to the board. And it only takes afew hours that you have an appointment with the CEO and the head of HR. To relieve the stress, you had another quick fuck in the bathroom. Now your suits sit reasonably well over your muscular bodies again, the wide open shirts show a lot of your hairy chest! You look great, unlike the two fat guys sitting across from you in the conference room. They've certainly never seen the inside of a gym or stood in the mud of a construction site in their work boots.

Head of HR begins his speech. "It has come to our attention, Jack, that you are having a sexual relationship with one of your co-workers and are doing so in the workplace." Your boss or daddy raises his hand, asks to interrupt for a moment, puts one hand in the inside pocket of his jacket, pulls out a ring, takes your hand, puts the ring on it and says "Just to clarify, this is not just a co-worker but also my fiancé." You can't help but stick your tongue down his throat. For a brief moment you forget about the two assholes in the room. But when you end the kiss and look back at the CEO and Head of HR, they both look changed. Most noticeably, their stern expressions have given way to an almost cheeky grin. And somehow there's the shadow of a beard on their flabby chins. And the facial features are starting to become less flabby.

"So Jack and Mike," the CEO begins. "You know that diversity is extremely important in the company. We think it's great that the two of you as a couple set such a great example of an open and colorful society." You grin. Your fiancé and you tend to wear black. Black suit and black shirt at the office, black leather at night. Colorful? Well… The head of HR continues: "We know it's not really your job, but could you imagine being the faces of our new recruiting campaign? Both take off their jackets and hang them over the backs of the conference chairs. Fuck, they spend every free minute in the gym. You secretly stroke Jack's bulge under the table.

The CEO is no longer so discreet. He stands up and sketches the campaign schedule on the flipchart with one hand. And has the other in his sweatpants. And his colleague is also kneading his bulge. The two of them are barely older than you. Certainly a few years younger than your fiancé Jack. The head of HR turns to you, looks you in the eye and licks his lips. The CEO leaves the flipchart and goes to Jack, stands behind him, runs his hand down his unbuttoned shirt and starts playing with Jack's nipple. A few seconds later, the Head of HR has lowered the blinds and dimmed the lights via the building control app.

After an intense interaction, Peter and Steven have given you the rest of the day off. You should celebrate your engagement. And the two of them have a lot planned for the rest of the day anyway.

Pic of your CEO and head of HR found @maxx-magnum

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #male transformation #muscle transformation #inked man #jock tf

[idjitlili]

Billy Hargrove x reader

You make me breakout.

Summary:  After noticing you with Max, Billy harbours feelings which do not come clear to him until he ends up on your doorstep once again.

Word count:2328

Warnings: Mentions of Neil, language,

A/n: Billy lives au, Max and Billys relationship is improving. Based kinda over how I'm feeling lately.NOT MY IMAGES , also don't question them.

Billy hadn't noticed you at school because you never went to Hawkins high. Your family had moved to Hawkins after highschool had ended.  He had noticed you talking his sister, Max on multiple occasions,  and the other kids and Steve. He had told himself that was because you worked with Steve. Billy had even went into the video store claming to be looking for Max, funny how he never went in unless he saw you in the store.

When Max had announced to him that her and  Robin ( not mentioning the boys for obviously reasons, Billy wouldn't allow it)  were staying over at Y/n's house. Not until Billy had questioned who that was did a devilish grin crept up his face.

" Oh, I'll drop you off, don't want to start an argument with Neil.  Bullshit and he knew it , she knew it. If she protested Max knew it would be hopeless. Not long after Billy drove to your house. With his music blaring he did love to make an entrance.

When the party excluding Will and Eleven had came to you  ,knowing you had the house to yourself,  asking if they could have their campaign at your house. Using the word 'asking' was not appropriate it was more like 'We are having our campaign at your house.' Dustin shining you a toothy grin before giving Eddie a wide eye grin almost to say 'see'. Eddie only shook his head in fake disagreement, his hands tucked deep in his jean pockets.

Apparently they couldn't go to Mikes because the plumbing was being fixed and they coouldnt't go to Steve because he had been dragged out of town by his dad. ( Supposedly, big business trip that his dad wanted to convince Steve to join his fathers company. Supposedly from Robin anyways.)

Oh, speaking of Robin yes she was staying over too as to not leave Max out of the party if she didn't want to play D&D which she did not.   Figuring you, Robin and Max would just hangout whilst they played and the boys would likely just be going home after the campaign ( or so you hoped, didn't want them to ransack your kitchen in the morning).

The party hadn't arrived before you heard the purring and blaring of rock music traveling down the street. Robin had arrived previously and was sitting on your sofa going on flicking through the tv channels .  The music came to an abrupt stop which was followed by the slamming of two doors.

Robins eyes flicked up to yours, where you stood in the door way. " Max."  Is all she said before the door was knocked.

Your socked feet turning smoothly on the hardwood floor, making your way towards the door. Your fingers clutching the handle the cold metal against your palm as you unlocked the door. Pulling the wooden door to rest against your shoulder, so that the door was only partly open.

In front of you stood Max smiling slightly, sympathetically almost, as she clutched her sleepover bags, her headphones rested around her neck. Next her stood her brother, it was hard not to hear about Billy Hargrove , more specifically his ass. His hands stuffed deep in his front pockets, chewing the piece of gum with a toothy grin. Flirtatious grin.

"Hi , you must be y/n." Max rolling her eyes because Billy definitely just pushed his hair back with his palm ( Danny Zuko moment for sure,) purposely flexing his muscles. His tank top exposing his chest.

"Yes, and you're Billy." You thought maybe that tone would but him him off deciding not to let him to say more.

"Thanks for dropping Max off." You continued opening the door for Max and shutting it harshly behind her as she scurried in. Billy had scoffed smirking lingering on his face as he stood for a moment before heading for his car, swinging his car keys around his finger as he did.

Knowing Billy wouldn't be too happy with the boys coming over you had decided your harsh actions were necessary to get rid of Billy before the boys arrived shortly. For being roped into having the kids over and Eddie you had a good time. The boys ended up falling asleep at your house because the campaign had lasted longer than intented( well so they insisted).

Maybe that wasn't a good idea as your previous actions were to protect Max from trouble with her brother. The house was so loud in the morning that when you and Robin were clearing the mess from the kitchen, no one heard the door being knocked multiple times. All the blankets and pillows littered the floor could be seen as Billy opened your door ( that's really safe) his boots making contact with flooring .

His eyes darting around the entrance of your house calling out for Max. He saw all the sleeping equipment that was clearly for more than three individuals,  seeing the boys arguing with his sister in the middle of it.  You were heading into the living room when you almost bumped into Billy.

"O-oh,I didn't hear y-"

"Max said only Robin would be here." From Billy you half expected to go on rampage on how the boys had obviously slept over. Though he was still very unimpressed, feeling small under his harsh glare comparedly to how he looked at you the day before. Your socked feet slippery against the hard wood floor.

Instead he just let out a low chuckle as he looked around thinking for moment his hand against his jaw. Stereotypical hot guy action, looking at you Jensen Ackles. Quickly regaining your posture, staring him dead in the eye.

"They're like fourteen, don't cream your fucking pants they were playing D&D in the dining room whilst Max , Robin and I watched movies and ate pizza. Max and Robin stayed in my room. For the fucking record Steve owes me big."

"Such a filthy mou-"

"I wasn't finished, dickbag. If I hear that you go off at her for this , I swear I'll bite your fucking dick off. "

The gaping hole of his mouth turned to a straight line. The blue danced in his eyes like fireworks, his pupils dilated huge. Both of you unaware of the army of gremins hidden behind the sofa. Billy and you sharing eye contact, Billy unsure what to say, though those thoughts were quickly interrupted.

With fast pace Dustin had ran to the door after hearing several knocks to your door. The sound of Steves voice made both yours and Billy's heads to snap towards the door.

"Where have you been, man?!"

"Well I am so sorry, I'm not working at family video for the rest of my- ew what's he doing here."

"Awe, sweet talking me, Harrington?" Scoffing at Billy, folding his arms weight on one foot more than the other, Steve had look of disgust and disinterest written on his face. For moments only before Robin and Dustin had stolen him away , tug of war pretty much as they both ranted at him. Following behind them in search of Max informing her that her ride is here.

Your encounters with Billy were more frequent after that, very frequent. Not that he was stalking you or anything but he just started taking Max literally everywhere. She didn't have to ask either.

The Billy that everyone had met when he came to Hawkins was different to the person you had come to known. Maybe the change had happened because he had graduated highschool and no longer had portray constant asshole badboy. Though, he had his monents everybody gets that way. Nobodies perfect you live and learn it.

He had quickly used the money from lifeguard job and the current money he was earning from his mechanic job to rent a place to stay. He wanted to go back California to visit where his mum layed to rest, he wanted to move back in honesty. He would tell himself he needed to stay and save more but really he couldn't bare to leave Max with Neil. Worry drowned him that his old man would turn to her now he was gone. Can you imagine the look on Steves face when he pulled into the garage with his car to see Billy?

"Hey, Winchester? Johnnnn? Dad sent me-"

"He's not here, whatcha need?" Seeing Steves face drop made Bilpy laugh as he placed down the rag from his hand wiped his hands on his overalls qnd made his way towards him. Billy would take over the shop often when John was busy with his sons.

Billy rarely went to parties anymore and couldn't go to bars to drink. He found himself lonely which was weird for him , sure he was lonely living with his dad but that was different. He was more isolated. Less and less did he brought women home or in some cases the back of his car. Truthfully he had began to thinking about you a lot, more than a lot. He wouldn't admit he had a crush god no. He hadn't had a crush in years. He always got whoever he wanted , but not you.

More often than not he ended up on your door whether or not if Max was there or needed to be dropped off. Your late night conversations with Billy almost became routine, many reasons caused your perspective of Billy to change. Him asking Max constant what movies did she like, what was the album she had been wanting, giving the kids rides even lucas without trying to kill anyone.

So, when he had turned up at your house again you hadn't needed to think before you had let him in. Sometimes you would go to him but mostly he came to yours. Usually you'd both lay in your bed the glow of the tv the only source of light. Nothing sexual, only company and someone to talk to. Your sleepovers with Billy were more frequent than the ones with Max and sometimes he'd be there too. There was barely any point for Billy to be renting he was barely home.

His knuckles tapping gently against the hardwood of your door, you were waiting for him. Even though you didn't ask for him to come , you had hoped. In a baggy t-shirt you pulled yourself from the sofa, bare feet padding against the floor. Opening the door Billy studied your tear stained face, not mention you looked like you hadn't slept, trembling body.

Pushing you into the house pulling you into a hug, his arms around shoulders as he closed and locked the door behind. Your arms latching around his waist, the smell of smoke and mint engulfing your nose, tears soaking the cotton of his tank. One of his hands gently gently rubbing your back the other holding your head to him.

"Shh, It's alright, i've got you now."

Whether it was anxiety or loneliness maybe a few months ago you definitely would not have believed Billy would take care of anyone like he did you. The fact is he just wanted to loved and thrown away like a piece of gum after being used. He didn't want to sleep with different women each night. You took care of eachother.

Removing his shoes and jeans Billy pulled a pair of joggers from your wardrobe slipping them on. Kneeling on your floor fingers gently placing the video in your Vhs player, screen lighting up.

"Rocky horror? Tired of Indiana Jones?"

"Never," Billy had already gotten in your bed turning of the lamp you climbed in next to him. His arm immediately wrapping around you pulling you closer to him. At the start Billy would sleep on the floor, considering the first time he was blackout drunk and bloody. Then over time you'd talk to eachother about more personal subjects.

His breath on your neck as your eyes stuck to Tim Curry on the screen. "What's bothering my girl?"

Tears long gone since Billy had just held you for an hour. Heat travelling to your face even though he had been using constantly for a month. The kids often discussed whether you were together as Billy was not afraid to use the petname infront of literally everyone with his arm latched around you. He had to be near you or touching you. The kids and Robin betting on how long it would take, Steve outright denying you'd ever be with Billy Yuck.

"Fed up, I guess. I couldn't sleep again."

"I don't get why you don't call me instead of worrying. "

" Figured you were busy." The scoff that came out of his mouth was harshy as he moved his arm from you to grip your hand under the cover interlacing them with yours.

"Bullshit. Look at me." Your eyes still on the tv, not moving until his calloused hand cupped your jaw causing you to lock eyes with his. The light from the tv illuminating his features.

" Y/n, I care about you...fuck, I think I love you. You matter to me above everything, you're the only one that I can come to. " both yours and Billy's eyes widening after his words but he had continued nevertheless. You believed his words maybe that was stupid. Glancing at his lips briefly before pressing your lips against his soft ones , a tiny peck which still caused Billys mouth to open slightly in shock.

"I love you too, Billy."

Another night falling asleep next to Billy and waking under confined with his arm around you, breath on your exposed neck.

#billy hargrove imagines #stranger things imagines #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #jensen ackles #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you #stranger things season 4 #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #yes i quoted hannah montana #this is shit #ahh #dacre montgomery imagine #dacre montgomery x reader #dacre montgomery #dacre x reader

[lokislittlemidgardian]

Oooo I have been looking everywhere for some daddy!eddie and you wrote him so good!!

If I may, how about little!reader coming with Eds to a hellfire meeting? 😊

dnd and colouring in

Content- hell fire club, very poorly written dnd, little!reader, dummy use, Dustin vibing with reader, soft toys, dnd scene from stranger things, canon swearing, mentions of bigspace.

Summary- Eddie has a hellfire meeting, you don't have a clue what's going on but you like watching how serious your daddy gets.

Authors note- this is such a lovely concept, I will be honest I don’t know anything about dnd so I just copied the scene in season 4 lmao, so sorry it took so long,it's not proofread, hope you enjoy♡

You didn’t know much about the game your daddy was playing but you enjoyed seeing him so passionate about something, besides you of course. 

you were sitting a little bit away from the table with a colouring book in front of you and your black rabbit in your arms, Eddie was setting up with his 3 of his friends “Hey Y/N” said the one with the tartan red shirt on “hiii” you elongated the word colouring in your last bit on green. 

about 30 minutes later two boys you knew as Dustin and Mike walked into the room with a shorter girl with an American flag draped over her like a cape. You liked Dustin, he would always have conversations with you regardless of weather you were big or little.

“Absolutely not” Eddie said sitting on his throne with his hands clasped together “you asked for a sub, we delivered” Dustin said pointing to the girl “this is Hell fire club, not babysitters club” that resulted in a grunt and a death stare from you “not you baby, not you” he whispered reassuringly as he walked towards the trio.  

as you listened to the back and forth between the two of them your little side was a bit intimidated by the 11 year old but at the back of your mind your big side grew a liking towards her. 

eventually Eddie backed down and they were all sat down at the table beginning the final part of the campaign. 

Eddie described the monster to the club with very distinct detail, now normally it would scare you however he had already told you what it looked like so hearing it for the second time it didn’t really bother you. “do you flee Vecna and his cultists, or do stand your ground and fight?” Eddie questions the members around the table. “I say we fight, to the death” Dustin replied “to the death” “to the death” “to da death” you mumbled under your breath making Eddie chuckle. 

at this point your colouring in was discarded and you started to feel the suspense of the campaign, watching carefully as everyone rolled the dice and had very intense reactions you started to really enjoy yourself. the best part was when your daddy started doing weird movements and jumped up onto his throne causing you to cackle. 

the club huddled together after a while and your daddy quickly came to check on you, “hey princess, you ok?” he asked giving the top of your head a kiss “yeah daddy I'm ok, this is fun” you giggled into the fur of your bunny “yeah, you enjoying it” he smirked at you “yep.”

after he walked back he got their attention “Hey!, if I may interject gentlemen, lady applejack, whilst I respect the passion you’d be wise to take Gareth the Greats concern to heart. there is no shame in running. Don’t try to be hero’s, not today kay?” he said spreading his arms out “ one sec.”

“Screw it, lets kill the son of a bitch.” “the chances of success are 20 - 1″ “never give me the odds” Dustin said in a sassy way making you giggle. “Give me the D20″ he said Eddie throwing the dice at him. Dustin missed, you made a mental note to remember that for when you were big again. watching as Erica took the last roll you held on tightly to the cuddly rabbit in your arms.

20

Erica had rolled a twenty.

it took you a few minute to realise that it was over and they had won and when you did you shot up and made you way over to them. everyone was screaming including you, giving Dustin a hug you both jumped up and down together him shouting and you squealing. looking at Erica you gave her a small smile gave her a quick side hug “well done” “thanks Y/N” she said with a smile, she obviously knew Dustin would have told her, add that to the list of things to berate him about when your big.  

Running over to Eddie you jumped into his arms, he spinning you around making you giggle hysterically. 

if this was how all god campaigns ended, you’d have to come to more.

#daddy!eddie #little!reader #caregiver #sfw age regression #age regression reader #little reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader

[hellfirecvnt]

I would love the idea of eddie x dustins big sister who is also a metalhead. They never met each other but everybody says that they would be perfect together. She plays in a band, wears band shirts, is absolutely crazy like him.

When they met, they fell in love immediately but nobody knows it. After a long time of dating, they find out that they love the same things in bed. She is very loud in real life but a sub in bed. Maybe a bit with chocking, slapping and dom!eddie. I'M ON MY KNEES FOR THIS!

Hello YES I love this! This is my first request so I'm about to put my whole mf pussy into this story. It's a LONG one. Very story driven here, so skip to the end for dom!eddie realness.

Where Have You

Been All My Life?

Eddie x fem!henderson/reader

Warning: Smut near the end (+18 minors DNI), dom!eddie, choking, hitting, name calling, maybe more?

[I take requests]

Friday afternoon, just before Spring Break, rolls around and the Hellfire Club gathers for their weekly campaign. Eddie, renowned freak and self-appointed Dungeon Master is the first to arrive at the drama room where they host the adventures.

"Hey, man. Dustin's on his way. He's having somebody drop his dice bag off, he forgot it at home again." Mike explains as he slides his school bag off his shoulder and slips into his seat.

"How many times has his mom had to do that, now?" Eddie laughs.

"Actually," Dustin appears in the doorway. "It was my sister this time." He jokes.

"You have a sister?" Eddie raises a brow, turning his attention to the curly-headed freshman.

"Yeah, I have a sister. Did you not know that?" Dustin turns to Mike. "Has he not met Y/N?" Mike shrugs, looking just as surprised.

"That's weird, you'd think of all people, they'd be like... Best friends." Mike looks at Eddie.

"Well don't lose your shit, kids. I'm sure I'll see her around eventually." Eddie laughs as he sets up his Dungeon Master's screen.

"It's not that, Eddie. It's just weird you two haven't met, is all. Considering how much you have in common." Dustin retrieves his dice bag and pours the plastic chunks onto the wooden table in a rain of small taps.

The rest of the club arrives and they have a thrilling campaign. Eddie's sadistically planned adventure has the club in a vice grip, leaving Eddie feeling pretty accomplished. After a final round of turns, they decide to wrap it up. The group wanders outside to their cars/rides.

"Wheeler, you got a ride home?" Eddie checks in.

"Yeah, man. See you guys after the break." Mike waves as he climbs into a car with Nancy who rolls her eyes, inconvenienced.

"What about you, Henderson?"

"My sister should be coming to get me soon." And with that, you pull into the parking lot. The Thing That Should Not Be is blasting so loudly through your stereo, it can be heard even with the windows up. Eddie's eyebrows raise in surprise as your vehicle draws near.

"In madness, you dwell!" You belt out the window playfully. You lower the volume on the radio, but the heavy music remains ambient around you. "Come on, Dusty. Mom's making something weird for dinner, so I gotta grab something from the McDonald's before we get home." You gesture back toward the direction of your house with your thumb.

Eddie stares at you in silence, stunned by the way your smile curls across your face. Dustin waves at Eddie and hops in the car. You notice the man staring and you offer a smile and a small wave. Eddie's lips part as if he's going to speak, but he stays silent, returning your wave with a goofy smile on his face.

You giggle before pulling away, blushing.

"Dustyyyy." You lean closer to your brother, a plotting tone in your voice. "What's his naaaame?"

"Depends. Am I getting McDonald's too?" He squints his eyes at you.

"Duh, idiot. Mom's making something with mushrooms in it. I only eat one kind of mushroom, Dusty." You joke. Dustin rolls his eyes recalling the time you took shrooms and stared at his hat collection for 45 straight minutes.

"His name is Eddie. He's the DM for Hellfire." Dustin is slightly eager to introduce you two. He never realized it, but the way you and Eddie act is almost identical.

Back at his trailer, Eddie finds himself borderline enamored. He can't escape the image of your Henderson curls bouncing to the music as you car-danced and sang along. The numerous bumper stickers covering the back of your Volkswagen Golf GTI you got as a graduation present last year. Every single one was a band he was obsessed with.

Neither of you slept very well that night. You toss and turn, wondering what he might have said if he wasn't dumbstruck. He huffs, and thinks about how he saw your cheeks start to blush before you drove away. One thing was for sure, Eddie was hanging out with Dustin tomorrow.

The next morning, you're wide awake the second you open your eyes. Downstairs, Dustin is already on the phone in the kitchen. You join your mom and help finish cooking breakfast.

"You are never up this early if you don't have to be." You overhear Dustin on the phone. "Yeah, dude. You should come over." You can't help but wonder, no, hope that it's Eddie.

"Who was that, Dusty Bun?" Your mother asks.

"It was my friend Eddie. I think he's gonna come hang out if that's okay." Dustin raises his eyebrows at you and smiles cheekily.

"Of course, honey." Your angelic mom smiles as the two of you carry the serving plates to the table. After breakfast, you slip off to your room to get dressed. You throw on a worn in Black Sabbath shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. You sigh, these were supposed to be the ones that didn't get ripped.

"Oh, shit." You curse aloud to yourself as you look at your calendar. Today is band practice, and you already canceled the last one. "Fuck it." You grab your jean jacket and head out the door.

"Woah, Y/N, where are you going?" Dustin calls. You look in his direction and see Eddie. He's already here. You bite your lip, wanting nothing more than to stay and meet him finally.

"I'm sorry, I'd love to hang out with you guys, but I didn't realize I had practice today! I'll be back in a couple of hours, 'kay?" You smile at the boys, making quick eye contact with Eddie. You slide into your car and start it up, Metallica playing loudly as soon as you pull off.

"What is she practicing?" Eddie asks, still watching your car drive away.

"She's in a band. She sings and plays bass, I think." Dustin replies casually. Eddie furrows his brows, wondering how he's never met you.

Hours pass and your car can be heard from around the corner due to the volume of your music. Eddie's pulse picks up as you walk through the doorway.

"4 PM, ladies. That's a new record." You announce. "Dustin, where's mom?" No reply. "Dustin?" You peek your head into his room, nothing. "Eddie, did they just leave you here by yourself?" You laugh.

A few seconds before you arrived: Your mother left for her bookclub not long after you left. Dustin and Eddie sat designing new characters for the next campaign when Dustin hears the dull beats of your radio.

"Eddie, I gotta do something." Dustin announces before bolting out the door and running to, presumably, Lucas' house.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Eddie yells as Dustin makes distance between them. That's when he hears your car door close.

"Huh. What a wingman." You mumble.

"What?"

"Nothing. I'm Y/N." You extend a hand.

"I know. I'm Eddie." He gives a downturn smile.

"I know." You tease.

"How was practice?" He asks, finally releasing the hand neither of you realized be was still holding after the handshake.

"It was good, really good. You should come see us sometime." You try your best to remain composed, but his big, brown eyes swallow you whole.

"Only if you'll come see us sometime." He smirks, handing you a very well done homemade sticker that reads Corroded Coffin.

"Holy shit, did you make this? This is so fucking cool." You examine the clean lines, it almost looks professionally printed. Eddie blushes at your praise.

"Courtesy of the Hawkins High art room that I stole the supplies from." He jokes, but also he's not joking.

"Oh my God, the art room." Your eyes widen as memory takes over. "I took three tabs of acid one time and spent the entire day there, I don't know how nobody caught me. I rode the bus home because I didn't stop tripping until 3 AM the next day."

Eddie's eyes widened and his brows furrowed, in shock and awe. He knew you were beautiful and had a lot in common with him, but it's starting to get scary now. The two of you venture to your room where you exchange crazy stories and he rummages through your music, judging you harshly on your extensive Blondie collection.

"I'm fuckin' sorry, are you telling me Call Me isn't a fuckin' jam?" You question him before slamming the tape into the cassette radio. The song blares through the speakers and Eddie has to admit, it's a catchy song considering it wasn't his style.

He's all but got literal hearts in his eyes as you belt the chorus, skillfully harmonizing with the radio.

"Y/N," he interrupts your jam session.

"What's up?" You grin, turning the volume down so you can hear him.

"How have we never met?"

"I dunno. I've been wondering the same thing." You giggle. "I've never met someone I had so much in common with."

"Do you smoke?" He looks at you before reaching behind his ear and exposing a joint that was concealed by his curly, dark hair.

"Eddie, damn." You laugh before doing the same thing. No wonder neither of you could smell the joints on each other, you're nose-blind potheads. He shakes his head, it's all he can do at this point.

The two of you step outside and continue sharing crazy stories while you smoke. Switching joints every so often. Some stories are about bar fights at shows you've played, some are about trying special k for the first time and thinking you met God.

Minutes quickly turn to hours, and still, no one's home. Stoned and hungry, the two of you adventure inside for snacks. You both carry an assortment of munchies to your room, laughing. You drop your handfuls at the same time, falling backward on the bed.

Your arm grazes his arm, and you both freeze. Eddie turns his head to look at you and you meet his gaze. He's closer than you thought, and you're caught off guard by his handsome face so close to yours. You feel your cheeks getting hot.

Silently, Eddie shifts on his side and places a warm hand on your face, cupping your jaw. His eyes flicker down to your lips a few times as he inches closer. You instinctively meet him halfway, colliding your soft lips into his.

He releases a small, breathy moan as he deepens the kiss. His hands nearly shake as he fights the urge to rip your clothes off and fuck you right here on your bed. He knows you'd let him. He knows you're wet just from his fingers pressing into the back of your head as he kisses you harder, but he needs this to be different. He doesn't want you to think all he cares about is sex.

He pulls away and examines your bright pink face. You look so cute to him as he holds you impossibly close to him.

"Eddie, I-" you start, unsure of what you even wanted to say.

"You gotta let me take you out. Please." He smiles.

"I don't know. I mean, of course, I want to. I just don't want to make things weird for Dusty."

"Well, I think Dusty will be fine. What he doesn't know, won't hurt him." Eddie bores his face into your neck, leaving small kisses. You gasp at his gentle touch, though you silently yearn for more from him. You don't want to risk being "too easy" even though you know that's a made-up construct.

For the rest of Spring Break, you and Eddie spend every day together. Smoking in his van or at his house. You even attended one of Corroded Coffin's practice sessions. It truly doesn't take either of you long before you're telling yourselves you're in love.

Months pass, and every Hellfire Meeting is full of the entire club wondering why Eddie "hasn't asked you out yet." Eddie wants to tell you about Dustin not giving a shit if you date, but he's too turned on by sneaking around to be with you. It feels scandalous.

One Friday afternoon during Hellfire, Lucas had to bail for a basketball game. Eddie wasted no time before calling you. You happily obliged, having played the game a few times with Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will years ago.

You show up in a Metallica t-shirt and tattered jean shorts. Eddie's heart beats out of his chest as he checks you out.

"Thanks for filling in, Y/N. This is the final battle!" Dustin beams, hopeful.

"Let's just hope Y/N's little half-elf has what it takes to defeat Vecna." Eddie teases, flashing you a wink no one else notices.

The campaign is vicious and HARD. It comes down to just you and Dustin. You are loud, in character, and fully ready to flip the table if the D20 lets you down one more fucking time. Dustin rolls and hits Vecna but barely does any damage. You're both surely dead in the next round if you don't roll higher than a 12.

You dramatically shake the dice in your hands before releasing the hunk of plastic, watching as it dances across the board. It spins in place for a moment before landing on 20. Critical hit. Vecna is dead.

You and Dustin leap from your chairs, celebrating louder than everyone else, in true Henderson fashion. You double high five your little brother and you both flip Eddie off in unison. You tussle Dustin's curls before gathering your game notes.

"Let's get going, kiddo. Mom's making mac and cheese tonight and I fuck with that." You're baked and have been thinking about the mac and cheese the entire time.

"Actually, Henderson's catching a ride with Wheeler." Eddie says.

"I am?" Dustin raises his brow.

"He is?" Mike does the same. Eddie glares at both of them, saying absolutely nothing.

"I am," Dustin confirms.

"He is," Mike repeats. The two boys leave with the rest of the club, you and Eddie remain in the drama room.

"You're sexy when you murder cult leaders." He mumbles into your ear playfully. Something about Eddie, even after all this time, makes you unable to keep your cool, confident composure. He makes you stutter and stumble, especially when he's whispering how sexy you are in your ear.

"You're always calling me sexy, pretty, beautiful," you sit on the now empty DnD table. "But I-I don't think you've proven it yet." Your words come out shakier than you plan, and it makes Eddie hard watching you try to keep your cool while asking him to fuck you.

"You want me to prove it to you, doll?" He inserts himself between your legs, standing in front of the table you sit on. "You want me to take you? Right here?" You swallow the knot in your throat, face ablaze with blush. You nod, meeting his gaze.

"Please," you whisper.

"You have to do everything I say." He places a firm hand on your throat. "You gonna listen? Be a good girl for me?" His words send waves down your body, pooling between your legs in your lace panties.

"Yes, yes sir," you gasp, overwhelmed with the reality of finally getting to fuck Eddie. You had no idea he'd be into the same things as you. All your fantasies consisted of him telling you what to do, how to do it, and when to cum.

"Sir? Look at you." He purrs, tightening his grip around your neck. "You're just a little submissive slut, aren't you?" He releases your neck and slips his thumb between your lips. He towers over your frame on the table. Your eyes meet his as you seductively look up, hollowing your cheeks around his thumb.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N." He growls. You remove his thumb from your mouth with a pop and bite your lip.

"Please, please fuck me, Eddie." You whimper.

"Seriously? Already begging after I've barely touched you? So fucking desperate." He teases. His hands wander up and down your sides, grabbing your ass when they come down to your hips. He pulls you into a deep, sloppy kiss. Your heads move in sync against each other passionately.

Eddie slips a hand under your Metallica T-shirt and cups your breast through your thin, lace bra. You moan against his lips as his fingers find and pinch your hard nipples. His free hand is tucked into your waist band, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

You buck and grind your pussy against his bulge, desperate for any kind of friction from him.

"God, look at you fucking squirm." He laughs. "I need to ask you something, Y/N." You look up at him, waiting for his question.

"Yes?" A quiet mumble leaves your lips.

"Do you need me to hold back? Because I've been thinking about this since I met you, and if I start, I don't know if I can stop." His breathing is heavy, almost like he's becoming desperate.

"Don't hold back, Eddie. I want it." You breathe. With that, he exhales heavily as his dark brown eyes somehow grow darker. He slams you back on the table, careful not to slam your head against it. Eddie grabs your hips and pulls them to the edge of the table, kicking his throne to the side, out of his way.

He easily slips your skimpy shorts off, exposing your black lace g-string. The skin between your legs glistens with wetness, just from Eddie's filthy words. His hands slide under your shirt swiftly, shedding it from your body and tossing it with the shorts.

"Oh, you knew you were getting fucked tonight, huh?" He asks, examining your matching lingerie. "That's why you were so excited tonight, wasn't it. Just fantasizing about taking my cock?" His voice is low and deep, vibrating in your chest when he gets close to your ear.

You can hardly breathe. His voice alone feels like enough to make you cum right here on the table. Suddenly, you feel a long, ring-clad finger pumping inside you. You could've finished the second he entered, you were so needy.

He thrusts his finger in and out, curling his finger tip when he's deepest inside you. He uses his thumb on the same hand to rub rhythmic circles around your throbbing clit.

"Oh my God, Eddie, please-" he plants rough slap across your face, cutting your words off.

"Shut the fuck up. I'll tell you when to beg." He snaps. You instantly feel yourself release the second his hand meets your cheek. A loud moan escapes your lips, but he doesn't stop fingering you. "I didn't say you could cum, did I?" He smiles wickedly.

With no warning, he adds a second finger inside you. You writhe and squirm as he scissors his fingers against your walls. Your moans start to sound more like cries as he builds you up all over again.

"Cum for me, again." He demands, steadying his pace.

"Eddie, I can't. I can't-" you gasp.

"Yes, you can, baby." He curls his fingers firmly against your walls, quickly sending you over the edge again. You let out a scream that he quickly muffles with his free hand. "Shhhh, we might not be all alone yet." As he says that, a group of basketball players can be heard passing the door.

Eddie feels you clench around his fingers as you listen to the sounds of the players fade down the hall. Your eyes are wide, hoping no one will open the door.

"It's so cute the way you tighten around my fingers," he chuckles. He removes his fingers and you gasp, finally able to catch your breath. You close your eyes, taking in the break of contact. Your relief doesn't last long as he slips his tongue up and down your clit, each stroke sending lightning down your spine.

"Oh my God, fuck yes!" You moan as you wrap your fingers in Eddie's frizzy curls, pushing him firmly against your cunt. He drags his tongue to the top of your clit, looking into your eyes as he traces shapes around your aching pussy. Your breathing becomes labored, and you begin to pull at his hair gently, begging him to stop before you cum yet again.

"Don't. Cum." Eddie growls before reconnecting his graceful tongue to your clit. He pumps a finger inside you as he looks into your eyes, eating you out. You fight back the sensation as hard as you can. Begging your body to do as he says despite his talented mouth doing wonders on your slit.

He continues for a while longer, and just before you lose it, he stops.

"Good girl," he moans in your ear. Wetness steadily pools between your legs, begging him to keep going and let you finish. But he doesn't, instead he grabs you by your neck, and pulls you off the table so you're standing in front of him.

He places a firm hand on your shoulder and forces you to your knees, keeping your eyes locked in his the whole time. He flicks his belt loose, and waits for you to do the rest, but you don't move quick enough. Another fiery slap meets the side of your face. You gasp, the pain sends jolts of electricity to your throbbing pussy.

You quickly unfasten and remove his pants and boxers, exposing his thick erection. You take his shaft in your hand, the size makes your hand look small in comparison. You stroke him slowly, watching him take sharp breaths through his teeth as you slide your thumb over his head.

"Put it in your mouth, baby. Show me whose holes these are." He tangles his hands in your curls and slams his cock down your throat the second you open your mouth. He fucks your face repeatedly, moaning as he feels himself pressed against your nose, forcing you to take as much of him as possible.

Tears fall down your face from choking on his hard dick, dragging your makeup down your cheeks. Eddie bites his lip as he watches your dark, mascara-stained tears flow down your face. He wipes one tear away softly before completely switching up. He grabs your hair, forcing your head as far as possible on his cock. Then, he plugs your nose, successfully cutting off all your oxygen.

At first you try to stay calm, try to be a good girl. But you're already out of breath to begin with, so you start to fight and choke and gasp for air around his shaft. He releases a breathy laugh and lets go of your nose, still keeping your head firmly against him and his cock filling your throat.

You breathe heavily through your nose as he bobs your head manually in his dick. His moans become louder and more frequent, until he tears you away from his shaft and stands you back up.

"Turn around." He commands, turning you by himself anyways. He bends you over the table and spreads your legs with his hands. "Tell me to stop right now, if you want. Otherwise, I don't think I'll hear you." Eddie is consumed with desire, melting into you as he aligns his cock with your dripping entrance.

"Please fuck me, Eddie." You whimper and that's all it takes for him to slam into you, full force, full length. His thrusts are fast and hard, his hands grip at your hips desperately as he fucks you like he's fantasized about for months.

"Fuck," his voice sounds feral and angry. "You're so fucking tight, you fucking slut." He grabs the hair on the back of your head and yanks your head up. A large mirror meant for a Snow White play reflected the image of Eddie taking you from behind.

You watched closely, taking in every drop of sweat falling from his brow as he uses your tight hole. Loud, careless moans fall from your lips until you hear a voice outside the door.

"Did you guys hear that?" A mystery voice asks. You clench again, anxious about being caught. Eddie releases an ungodly low growl as you tighten around him, sucking him in.

"Better be quiet, doll face." He teases before quickening his pace, taking full advantage of your anxious, clenched state.

"I think it came from the drama room." Another voice says, and you clench harder, panic building in you right next to pleasure. You hear the door knob jiggle, and Eddie nearly has to pull out of you to stop himself from cumming. The door clicks, it's locked. And the curious people on the other side seem to wander off.

Relief washes over you as Eddie pulls his twitching length from your pussy. He stands you up again, turning you to face him and lifting you on the table. He quickly positions himself and slips back inside you. He rubs your clit as he thrusts in and out of you. Eliciting breathy sobs as you beg him to finish.

You lean back, propped up on your elbows, watching him slip in and out of you. You throw your head back, moaning as he gradually picks up his pace.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N. I'm gonna..." Before he can finish his sentence, he pulls out and cums thick, white ropes all over your sore pussy. Sweet moans escape your lips as his finger continues to rub your cum covered clit, riding out your last high.

Eddie collapses in his throne, breathing heavily. He marvels at you, drinking in the sight of your completely naked body fucked senseless. He slides his boxer and jeans back up, fastening his belt last.

"Hey, you okay?" Eddie's voice has returned to its sweet note.

"I'm good." You mumble, half lying. Your legs twitch and jerk uncontrollably as you're still waiting for your body to relax. Eddie plants several small kisses up your body, finishing with one last one on your lips.

"I'll be right back." Eddie disappears for a few moments and returns with one of his flannel shirts. He uses it to clean you up the best he can. Then, he helps you get dressed.

"Thank you, Eddie." You smile sweetly at him, melting his heart inside his chest. You look so sweet and innocent, he almost feels guilty for the way he fucked you until he remembered the way you snapped into submission like it's all you ever wanted to do.

Once you regain feeling in your legs, you exit the school together.

"Let me take you back to my place tonight." Eddie's soft voice is all it takes to convince you. You nod, grab your keys from your car, lock it, and hop into Eddie's van.

"Can we go by Burger King? I'm really fucking hungry after all that." You ask, blushing as you remember the faces Eddie makes as he's about to cum.

"Of course, doll. Anything you want." Eddie smiles, gripping your thigh in his hand as he drives.

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[theupsidedownsrealestateagent]

Winter in Hawkins has been brutal this year, snow was falling heavy, there was not a single soul who should be out in these conditions, which is why when Steve hears a knock  on his front door he’s confused and also a tad panicked. A number of horrible thoughts plague his head as he rushes to open the door.

Swinging the door open the young man takes a shocked step back, “Erica??” 

“Yeah it’s me dipshit, now can I come in or what? People are going to be pretty upset to find an incredibly wholesome child frozen on the Harrington front steps.”

Gathering his senses after a moment, Steve quickly ushers one of his adopted kids into the house. Taking her jacket and stowing her boots with the other shoes, he also grabs a blanket from the storage bench, and leads Erica to the living room. “You know we have to talk about this Sinclair right? What the hell were you doing out in a storm like this? Do your folks know where you are? Also why the hell are you here?” The questions just kept coming pouring out of a very protective and concerned Steve.

Erica avoids eye contact with him and stares out the floor, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. It is a look that makes Steve’s stomach twist. Baby Sinclair was always so confident and sure of herself, there was something clearly bothering her. He finally stops verbally vomiting questions and just waits for her to start talking.

“My parents got stuck in the city due to the weather, and Lucas is bunking with the other dorks who are doing a new campaign that Dustin came up with, they didn’t even invite me to play which is bullshit by the way, I’m the most  strategic player they know. And and I didn’t want to be alone Steve, this was the only place I could think of going to.” She finished her story  going quiet and her eyes started glistening with unshed tears.

“Hey hey it’s okay. Listen Erica first off those little shits suck for not including you and they should know better, secondly I hate being alone too, stresses me the hell out and if you hadn’t shown up tonight I definitely would be hating life right now.” Erica nods slowly, grateful she made the decision to bike here. 

Steve gets a little more information about the situation and decides to make a couple of calls as Erica gets changed into warmer clothes. He’s steeping two mugs of tea while talking to Mrs. Sinclair after he got the number to their hotel room. Steve assures the mom that Erica is safe and very welcome to spend the night. Even fibs saying he picked Erica up so the kid didn’t get an earful when she got home. The next call he makes is to Karen Wheeler’s house. Once he’s on the phone with Mike he makes the kid gather the rest of the party up to the phone, and gives a very intense lecture on including the younger girl, and the responsibility of taking care of our own. Steve takes pleasure in Max yelling at Lucas in the background. He knew there was a reason she was one of his favorites. 

Erica was on the couch now wearing older sweatpants from Steve’s freshman year probably, they were still big on her but a way better option than her half solid jeans she biked in. Also wearing Steve’s swim team sweatshirt. Steve’s eyes crinkled in a smile, it was always nice to be able to spend one on one time with any of the kids, he likes that he gets to see more of their genuine personalities.

Spending time with Erica was easy and funny, she actually reminded Steve a lot of Robin. The way Erica was able to completely dunk on Steve and have it mean she loves him was verrry Robin. They talked about school, her friends, and a long list of embarrassing secrets about Lucas that Steve mentally stores to use next time Erica gets ditched. 

Even though it’s easy to talk to Erica, Steve can see how tired she looks. It’s the same tired he sees in all of them, the same tired he gets after a few nights of nightmare fueled insomnia. Luckily he knows how to help, if it was anyone other than Erica he’d have to think harder, not for her though.

After a long while of talking they decide to put a movie in and just relax while staying as warm as possible. Halfway through The Princess Bride Steve offers her a huge bowl of Rocky Road. “I know it’s stupidly cold out, but if I recall correctly I have a pretty huge ice cream debt that I haven’t able to make a payment on in a long time.” He hands her the bowl and a spoon.

Erica takes the offering, a sad smile creeping on her face. “Y’know ever since Starcourt I thought that was as bad as it was ever going to get for us. Not many 10 year olds get to say they saved their friends, the world, from Russian scientists. And then spring break happened Steve, Max and Eddie almost didn’t make it out, you and Hopper have irreparable brain injuries, and Lucas and I were almost got by racist townies. I’m just so tired, and yet I haven’t been able to really sleep in months. None of us have.” Tears flowing steady now as she lets a heavy weight off her chest.

Steve grabs her small shoulders, “No one should have ever gone what we have all gone through. But here we are still standing, still breathing against every damn odd. All of us nerds, freaks, fallen cool kids, we saved the fucking world. A couple of times actually. But we did it. And honestly Erica I’d go through it another hundred times if it meant I get to have this weird little family. I love you Rick, and I promise one  day we won’t be plagued by shadows, monsters, and alternate dimensions.”

Erica smiled at the nickname solely reserved for Steve. If Erica could pin point the night where sleeping came a tiny bit easier it would surely be this sleepover. In her heart Erica knew that she’d brave any winter storm for her favorite adopted brother.

#stranger things #erica stranger things #steve harrington #queer steve harrington #erica and Steve have a sibling relationship #steddie #this is my first fic in years #Steve calling Erica rick is so personal to me

[formosusiniquis]

Role Swap AU where Chrissy Cunningham is the queen bee of Hawkins High. She’s bitchy and a little cruel and she runs around town with Tammy Thompson and Tammy’s boyfriend Jason. Everyone hates her, they love her, they want her, they want to be her. And Chrissy has set her sights on Jonathan Byers, the only guy in school who seemingly does not even remotely care about who she is or what she’s doing, she’s obsessed. She’s not used to having to make the first move, usually boys come to her and she decides who is worth her time, it’s a process this change in dynamic. So when Jonathan’s friend Nancy’s little brother goes missing she has her opening. She invites Jonathan and Nancy and Nancy’s friend Barb -- that she never goes anywhere without -- to a party, just to get their mind off of things. It’ll be fun.

Nancy doesn’t go, “She just doesn’t know how to let loose and have a little fun Jonny,” is Chrissy’s answer, “it’s so sweet that you brought Barb though I bet she never gets invited to parties like this.” Cause mean girl shit is always just a little different than mean boy shit. Barb still goes missing. Chrissy and Jonathan don’t sleep together but he does stay the night.

Meanwhile Will Byers has a lot going on. His best friend is missing, his mom just got remarried and now he has a sister that people keep calling his twin, and Max found a boy in the woods with a number tattooed on his arm. He likes Jane, they were friends long before Mom started dating her Dad but he doesn’t like that all of a sudden he’s supposed to act like they’re some big happy family. Luckily his Mom is still adjusting to housing and feeding two more people and Dus(ten) can hide out in the attic and Will can sneak food up to him without it being too suspicious. Dustin has weird powers, keeps tapping into the radio his Mom leaves on or accidentally making his walkie talkie pick up Hopper’s police radio.

Karen Wheeler is on her last fucking leg. Her son is missing, her baby boy, and Ted’s only suggestion for help is to keep plying her with uppers so she can stay awake longer wondering when her son is going to be home. Things come to a head when she faints in the grocery store, she’d been light headed all day and something about reaching for Mike’s favorite cereal had her giving way completely. When she comes to, she's staring up at Claudia Henderson, such a lovely woman, a nurse at Hawkins General she set Mike’s arm after he’d had an accident playing with Ted. She asks if she can go with Karen to search the woods again for Mike. Rounded curves, rounded smile, Karen can’t believe that someone believes her that something has taken her boy.

Nancy Wheeler just won’t stay out of Chrissy’s fucking way. She’s asking questions and poking her button fucking nose into everything. And what’s worse now she’s stealing her fucking boyfriend. Maybe it’s wrong. Maybe she’s let Tammy get too far into her head, but it’s a little satisfying ripping up her stupid little notebook.

Dustin can feel Mike Wheeler. Can feel that boy in the bad place who loves his friends and his dragons and his Mom. Dustin keeps trying to get to him, and his new friend Will keeps telling him to stop making all the radios in the house scream and fuzz.

Her head aches. She’s tired. Coffee is safer than those little pills that Ted keeps giving her. A new bottle every time he finds something he doesn’t like in the house. Dinner is late, more pills. The pillows in his chair are flat, more pills. They stare at her but they leave her unfocused and jittery. She has to be focused. Mike is so close, she can feel him. Claudia doesn’t judge her, but Karen can see the way she looks at those little bottles. So different from the way she looks at the lite-brites that are spread across the basement.

It’s not a smear campaign. Not when perfect little Nancy Wheeler is cornering her boyfriend in the dark room. It’s just the truth, Chrissy knows the kind of stuff she’s gotten up to in the dark room, or the kind of things she wanted to get up to if she weren’t worried about getting called a slut. Maybe Nancy should have worried a little bit more about optics and a little bit less about getting to the bottom of things, she’s a reporter shouldn’t she know how vicious the rumor mill can be. The sight of a pistol tucked into a pocket book, the feeling of well manicured nails against her cheek make her think for the first time that maybe she shouldn’t have let Tammy convince her to write rumors on the bathroom wall. 

Dustin says he can get Mike back. That the body they saw in the quarry wasn’t real. Will believes even if Jane and Max are skeptical.

Chrissy goes to the Wheeler house, she’s turned the tides of the rumor mill. Tammy has become a tonedeaf, jealous bitch -- and one of those things is true -- and Nancy has become the victim. Jonathan is there, and she tries to convince herself that there was nothing to worry about until he’s shoving her out the door telling her to run to get out. She does. She doesn’t. There’s a monster in the Wheeler house, it crawls from the basement.

And so it goes.

Then Claudia finds a rain soaked boy in the woods. He’s so small. She takes him home.

Then the Sinclairs move in down the road from Chrissy. A sweet family, it’s hard though to see a family with two small children moving in when she knows there are monsters in the world now. She tries to pretend that everything is normal, but the strain is there, and whether it’s her or Jon things are going bad. It’s hard to blame Nancy Wheeler for it this time.

There’s something wrong with Mike. Something is wrong with her baby. It’s so fortunate that Claudia is a nurse. She’s been cutting back on her shifts at the hospital, but she had told Karen that she could call anytime.

The shoe drops. Jonathan is sweet when he ends things, but Chrissy has never been one to let things go without a fight. She’s prepared to apologize. To ask for one more shot. When a red head with an attitude grabs her. She’s pretty sure her dog ate her step brother and Chrissy seems more capable than Hopper. Next thing she knows she’s got the Byers-Hopper kids, Max, and the neighbor kid from up the road hiding in the back of a bus while she tries her best to backhand spring her way into knowing how to swing a softball bat. Max’s dog looks an awful lot like the monster from the Wheeler basement.

And so it goes.

The summer comes and Chrissy needs to get away from her mom. She gets a job at the mall, but she’s waited so long the only places hiring are in the food court, absolutely not happening, and the record store. The record store where she ends up working with Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson.

Eddie didn’t plan to work at the mall, he didn’t want to work at this neon colored capitalist hellscape, but if he gets busted for possession one more time he’s not sure that Hopper is going to look the other way. The record store is hiring at least, he plans on taking full advantage of the employee discount this summer. Then Queen Chrissy walks in in all of her Ralph Lauren Gap glory.

Chrissy was not a good person in high school, she knows that, but she put her head so far down last year that she managed to graduate early. The hostility coming off of her new coworker is a lot more than she expected. He’s started a board to count the number of times a guy comes in to hit on her and critiques each one ruthlessly. Nerd, jock, and tragic each category has several tallies in it. Maybe it’s the popular kid solidarity or maybe she is becoming a bigger person through the power of babysitting, she feels bad that Steve Harrington is the only one who ends up getting included in the Tragic category. He comes in a lot in his tiny blue Scoops uniform but he hasn’t tried to talk to her once.

Unexpected as it seems, Queen Chrissy is apparently the founding member of the Hawkins chapter of the babysitters club. It’s a never ending parade of children marching through the door and demanding to see her. The Byers boy is his favorite, but the Wheeler kid that had gone missing a couple years ago always has a haunted look on his face. The little curly haired one with the gap teeth seemed to startle her when he came running by, he’s loud and has no sense of what should be an inside thought and not an outside thought, but once he assures her that his mom knows where he is she’s letting him and the oldest Sinclair in through the back to sneak into the movies.

Something weird is coming in through the radio Dustin tricked out with his powers for her. It’s picking up a lot more than the rock station from Indianapolis. Max knows Chrissy will be able to help, she doesn’t expect her new neighbor to be working with her babysitter but she’s heard the shit he gets into at night he should at least be able to figure out if she’s just picking up a radio station all the way in Russia. She brings Erica with her, Lucas has been weird lately hanging out with Dustin a lot lately and ignoring her. She’s not jealous but if he’s gonna hang out with other people she can gossip with his younger sister.

And so it goes.

She’s got no right to be jealous. She is though. Who the hell does Robin Buckley think she is, stealing her kids. All Max can talk about is how cool Robin is. How she doesn’t care what anyone thinks of her. How she’s in the band. How she’s going to teach Max how to play the drums. Oh Chrissy, did you know that Robin speaks three languages? Chrissy, Robin’s gonna teach us how to say Italian curse words. Robin stood up to Jason for us. Robin, Robin, Robin. Who the fuck is this girl who can just swoop in an make her kids fall all over themselves to sing her praises. They don’t even like Eddie this much and he’s a DnD playing rocker with an unlimited stash of weed. But somehow a band nerd whose only friend is second year senior Steve Harrington has her kids wrapped around her stupid finger.

The last thing Eddie Munson ever expected was to stumble on Steve Harrington lurking at skull rock. Or at least not lurking alone. He startles when he sees Eddie, not fear, just surprise. There’s something desperate and haunted in his eyes when he looks up at Eddie. And then the captain of every team of Hawkins high is begging, begging for Eddie to hand over anything he’s got that will make him forget he’s even a person. He doesn’t deal anymore, not really. He’s promised Wayne and Chrissy and Red and even Karen fucking Wheeler that he would stop. Sticking to stuff that nature provides doesn’t feel like lying. Eddie really doesn’t want to leave someone as fucked up as Steve here alone. It doesn’t hurt that he’s pretty and that shaky little laugh that Eddie manages to pull from him. It’s only a little lie when he tells Steve Harrington to meet him at the trailer park after the game.

One more thing Chrissy can’t stand about Robin, she’s somehow got Eddie attending a basketball game. They’re all there to support Lucas but normally it’s a fight to get the nerdiest of them in the stands. Sure he’s spending more time looking at Steve Harrington, warming the stands with the rest of them now, than he is at Buckley but she knows the band geek is at fault here somehow. She’s really trying to not be a bitch about it but maybe jealousy like her hair and her eyes is just one more wretched thing she got from her mother.

Steve Harrington is floating, and not in the way people usually claim to when they come to Eddie. His eyes are blank and unseeing and Eddie is sure that he’s about to watch the once captain of the basketball team die right in front of him. Then Robin Buckley, screaming and inconsolable and inexplicably in the passenger seat, bumps the radio in her frantic rush to get to her best friend. Bowie starts blaring from the speakers, the neighbors dog starts barking, Max comes out of her trailer and screams. Then Steve Harrington falls out of the sky.

If she could get one thing out of life it would be to finally be free of the Upside Down. But instead she’s in a fiery red hellscape with her ex boyfriend, her platonic soulmate, her arch nemesis, and the human embodiment of a golden retriever. Insult to injury, injury being the giant fucking chunk missing from her side -- maybe now her mom will lay off for a bit, surely now she’s at goal weight -- and the insult being how hot Robin looks covered in the barest hints of demo blood. Even if she won’t shut up about rabies.

Steve is handling this much better than Eddie did the first time. Bouncing around literal hell, sticking very close to his side. It makes him feel a little braver, this beautiful boy looking at him like he’s an action star. He just hopes they all make it out this time. He’s got a bad feeling.

And so it goes.

Steve Harrington is probably going to be hard of hearing for the rest of his life, blood leaking from his ears and left arm broken in two places by the time they take care of Vecna. Robin lost a chunk of her large intestine -- and half a tit, let’s really focus on the important things here Cunningham, I was already only a B cup. But they’re both alive. They’re all alive. Eddie’s been posted up by Steve’s bedside, slowly and patiently teaching a prep sign language, something he wouldn’t have even thought about doing a couple months ago.

Chrissy, the most oblivious bisexual that Eddie has ever had the misfortune of trauma bonding with, has fallen ass over tit for Robin Buckley and refuses to do anything about it. It’d be sweet if it weren’t so goddamn sad. They’re holding hands on Robin’s hospital bed, laughing at a soap that’s playing on the TV. Until Steve screws his face up into the most intimidating little jock scowl he can, a look that doesn’t work as well outside of the locker filled halls of Hawkins High, and demands she stop stringing along his best friend. Robin looks mortified but the challenge lights something up in the late Queen Cunningham. She sets her sights on Robin now. Chrissy Cunningham may not be queen anymore, but she’s still a little bitchy and she always gets what she wants.

#stranger things #stranger things fic #chrissy cunningham #role swap au #robin buckley #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #buckingham #buckingham st #platonic hellcheer #this got away from me a bit #but it was literally the only thing I could think of this weekend #i have like personal lore and shit about steve and robin #but it was chrissy centric so we saved it #also rip barb but i could not figure out a way to make this work without someone dying and i couldn't let it be argyle #karen wheeler #can you tell that i've only actually watched season 1 and have consumed the rest of the show through fic and meme #cause i think i could go on actually about this karen x claudia thing i have created #long post

[stanielman]

Mike's Going to Die in Season Five

I’ve sort of given up theorizing what will happen in the final season of Stranger Things because I have no idea what’s going to happen! I don’t know what the Duffers are going to do, I don’t know if they even knew back in season one so I don’t want to bother with putting puzzle pieces together from back then. I like connecting dots after the fact rather than being disappointed from the outcome of what happened or didn’t happen.

And I think that all comes to a head with a main reason why I don’t want to theorize which is that it is an unignorable fact to me that Mike Wheeler is going to die in the final season. Again, who knows for sure, but the future sure looks bleak to me! I have never in my life seen a character so death coded, never seen a show so afraid to make real sacrifices that I cannot help but to believe that it’s all for a reason and that reason is that they’re saving their big death for the kid that started it all sacrificing himself.

If you think Mike is not the central protagonist, I pity you. I know that Winona Ryder gets paid more, I know that El is the main character and I know that Will is the inciting incident, but it’s also important to remember that Mike has always been the kid that started it all. Without him, the party wouldn’t have banded together to find Will, they wouldn’t have found El, they wouldn’t have refused to give up on their search, they wouldn’t have done half the shit that they did! He’s the heart my guys, he brought everyone together and he will be the final step that they need.

Let’s walk through all of the little context clues that follow Mike around relentlessly. Firstly, the start of every single season shows our little protagonist running late for something, running out of time. In season one, he didn’t have time to finish the campaign, season two was late to the arcade, season three was late to the movies and season four was late for school. It’s interesting to me too that the theme of him running late starts after El is introduced in his life, because that first example is simply that he ran out of time to play and he begs for more time, but then in season two he was trying to find her on the walkie, forgetting to get ready for the arcade. In season three, he was hanging out with her for too long. In season four, he was reading the letter from her. Maybe that’s all an example of saying that El may be the Monster, she’s what’s putting him in danger and taking away his life and if she’s gone then he will once again be protected, but even so he couldn’t finish the campaign on his own. Bottom line is that Mike is running out of time. And we know that Vecna has a whole thing with clocks.

Going deeper into his relationship with time, if we want to talk about him running out of time, what about his love confession to El? That was fueled in not having enough time, not having enough time to tell her his feelings, her not having enough time to, I don’t know, breath, the world ending without that time. But he’s also given time, when he grieves the loss of Will, is parents decide to just give him time, which is juxtaposed in season two when he gets that time taken away when they tell him to grow up, or in season four he’s lectured about what time to be home after Hellfire. 

Or, let’s flip into presence and lack there of. The fact of unpredictability with his actions and no one knowing his true self. He lies to his mom about going to school, he’s not there for the Starcourt battle which we’ll talk about later, he’s missing for all of season four. And these absences are noticed, Dustin and Lucas point out his empty seat in season one. And even further with presence, what about where he actually is? He is present in Nancy’s vision about her whole family dying, you know the vision that we never saw but is showing some truth already. And what do you know, the Wheelers are staying through the storm. He’s also very close to Will who has Upside Down danger written all over him, really close with El who is Vecna’s entire target. He even is the only one shown noticing Max’s symptoms before she sees Vecna, that awkward moment in class where he sees her have a bloody nose. 

And that’s because of his role in the story. He’s a protector, he will protect these people no matter the cost. He is the group’s leader, their Dungeon Master. DMs are constantly propelling others by building a story and a world for them and guiding them through their decisions. Who else are DMs that we see? Will is, but that is a wildly different topic, and, of course, Eddie. Who Mike bases his entire season four identity off of in adoration, trying to be Eddie and then Eddie dies. And interestingly enough, when Mike does DM for the group, we see that he’s not playing with them, he’s not a part of the party. He is not meant to save the world with them.

Which isn’t a wild claim, Mike is famously not useful in final battles. In season one, he just stands there and watches El and even gets pushed back, hindering any ability to fight. In season two, while he does come up with the plan to set fire to the hub, he also trips on the way out and holds up the group. In season three, he’s knocked out, not there for any of the fight against the Mind Flayer. Side note, who’s also not there? Max, who, conveniently enough, was the downfall of season four, that last piece before the world split open. Who was the other downfall of season four? Mike Wheeler, whose speech to try to give El confidence ultimately backfired and still allowed for the world to get torn in two. It goes even further with little examples of him grabbing bad weapons or being a terrible runner, always underprepared and a step behind everyone else. It’s shown relentlessly that he’s not needed on the team, especially with how Dustin steals his role as ideas man in season four in his absence. They can get along without him just fine. There’s such juxtaposition with how he says in season four that it’s up to him and Will again to save the world, when the two of them did nothing then. But somehow he knows that he is one of the keys for saving the world.

Because he is. The group does need him. They need his guidance. Season two is the best example, without his plan to light the thing on fire, everything would be fucked. During the Hellfire game in season four, Dustin looks to him for his opinion on how to save the day, a natural response of looking to his leader despite the fact that Mike’s character has already died in the game! They do need Mike for ideas. For inspiration.

And what’s better inspiration than being everyone’s heart? Than sacrificing himself so they can live on?

Remember when Mike jumped off a cliff in season one to protect Dustin? A moment everyone always says we don’t talk about enough but then actually don’t provide any substance to a conversation about it. He doesn’t jump off the cliff because he’s suicidal or because he wants to die, he sits there and thinks about it a lot actually. He does it to protect Dustin. He proves in that moment that he is not afraid to die and would do anything for his friends. Including, sacrificing himself. 

It works wonderfully narratively, his parents don’t know the truth about what’s been going on with him and nobody is there to save him in that moment. Nobody cares about Mike, there aren’t any Mike heart to hearts and when there are, they’re about El, or Will’s veiled own feelings. We don’t know his true feelings, nobody knows his true feelings. He forces honesty out of everyone but always hold something back and lies through his teeth. Nobody agrees about his personality, Will adores him and El is in love with him and Hopper hates him and Max is grossed out by him. What we do know about Mike, and thank you Will, is that he is what holds the party together. And he will keep holding them together even in his absence, which is present enough with how they were still able to stay afloat in season four without him. In fact, it’s when he does get involved and does that speech to El that throws everything off and Max dies.

There is something coming for him in season five. There is a pointed moment every season where Mike cries, when Will dies, when El comes back, when the Byers move away, and then nothing in season four. Which is very interesting because all 6 other main party kids cried in this season. His strange lack of character and motivation is season four is just a huge red flag that he has something bad coming. That he has run out of time and nobody will be able to save him.

My one and only hope that he won’t die is byler. Because while I know the Duffers are committed to telling a story, I also know that branding matters and with branding comes the image of the most popular show in the world leaving their gay main character with an unhappy ending. Will is in love with Mike and if Mike is gone that leaves Will with unhappiness. Unless Will dies too but also I have no idea if they have the balls to do that. Or if they have the balls to kill El off. Will and El are such important characters, but Mike is just slightly less important. 

#this is so logn thank you for reading #please tell me more lil hints #stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #finn wolfhard #st5 #mike's gonna die

[aloneinthehellfire]

Chapter 1: Flickering Lights

Raining Hellfire Series | Season One

Word Count: 6525 words.

Warnings: Swearing, flashbacks to past trauma, bad relationship with biological parents, Will's disappearance (let me know if I missed anything!), + fairly decent writing if you pretend it is

[A/N: I can't blame you if you find this hard to read, my terrible writing + a high word count would make anyone suffer. But, if you do read all of this chapter, I hope you like it :) Also much more Eddie content to come it's hard putting Eddie into the story when he wasn't introduced until Season 4]

Flickering Lights

What did you do?

Oh my god Y/n

WHAT DID YOU DO???

You wake up with a pounding heart, sweat soaking the bed. It had been a while since you had that dream.

The alarm clock on your bedside table read 8pm, meaning your well-thought out ‘power nap’ has lasted 8 hours. All the sleepless nights you spent studying seemed to have caught up with you.

“Fireball him!”

Your head spins to your window, noticing that you had left it open before sleeping. Bed creaking, you walk over, grabbing at the handle while hearing the busy chatter of young boys.

Living next to the Wheelers’ house meant that you had your very own commentary of the events that unfolded in the basement. Mike and his friends usually played D&D down there, something you never knew existed until you moved to Hawkins and got to know the family next door.

Mike’s friends were as annoying as they were loud, happily interrupting your day as you came home to drone on about their campaigns. Personally, you didn’t truly mind. While you’d rather walk into your uncle’s house in peace, it was sweet that they saw you as someone they could talk to. All because you and Nancy had grown close over the past 2 years.

You thought being the new Freshman in Hawkins’ High School would at least give you a fighting chance. Until you learnt that everyone already knew eachother since they had grown up there, and you felt just as lonely as you looked. Nancy being assigned as your tour guide was blessing sent from the big man himself, she not only showed you around but began inviting you to lunch with her friend Barb. Admittedly, it was probably out of pity at first but after you got to know eachother, there was an instant connection.

You count yourself lucky to live next door to a family that welcomes you as if you were one of their own.

Slamming the window shut, you quickly adjust your look in the mirror. Even though you had been here two years, your room was still pretty bare. You hadn’t taken much with you in the first place, leaving most of your things in California since you left so quickly. There wasn’t much reason for you to decorate. Your plans to leave as soon as you graduate were set in stone. No matter how long you stay here, it isn’t ever going to feel like home.

You make your way into the living room, noticing the beer bottles that had been abandoned on the kitchen counter as you walked past.

You live here with your uncle, an arrangement your parents had made since the event. It’s not that you hated your uncle, but you certainly didn’t like him. You understood how inconvenient it all must have been, especially since your aunt had died three months prior to your arrival. But rather than just talk, he liked to drink. A lot. So did your mother in all fairness, so it must run in the family.

The living room was filled with pictures of your aunt. Mostly from when she was younger but your uncle loved taking photos when she was alive, taking any opportunity to snap a picture when he thought she looked beautiful. It was something that was quite bittersweet now. Even the chair that sits untouched in the corner as if it is waiting for its owner to return. Bittersweet.

A note was stuck to the dining table.

‘Out with a few people from work. Try not to get into trouble.’

You sigh. It wasn’t an uncommon note for him to write. The notes he left were always short and snappy and always left out any possibility for you feeding yourself.

Grabbing the note and ripping it in half, you venture into the kitchen, swiftly grabbing the bottles to take with you as you exited through the back door toward the metal trash-cans. The air was much colder than you realised as it attacked your bare legs. Clearly this wasn’t the weather for comfy shorts.

The sudden sensation caused you to drop a bottle, smashing as soon as it hit the concrete.

“Fuck.” You whispered, knowing that there was no way you would be able to pick up every piece.

“Need some help there?”

You brought your gaze to the young boy who was now staring at you with a goofy grin, clearly amused at your impromptu balancing act.

“Oh hey, Dustin.” You said casually, as if your arm wasn’t cramping from the awkward position.

Without a word he takes a few bottles from your hand to help you straighten up, you both discarding the bottles before turning back to eachother.

“Thanks.” You chuckle, staring down at him. There was a pretty big height difference between you two, but that was expected for a 16 and 12 year old.

“Anytime, Y/n. You know you’re my favourite Wheeler.” His smile was too precious.

“You realise I’m not actually- wait. What about Nancy?”

Yes, there was Mike but him and Nancy always had a special bond.

He begins walking back around to the Wheeler house, curiosity leading you with him. He brought you to join his friends, silently pointing at Nancy’s window. Looking up, you could see her stood by it and facing her room with a phone in her hand.

“Ah yes, she uses a phone. She must be the devil.” You mock, earning a small giggle from Will.

Dustin ignores your comment, turning to Mike instead.

“There’s something wrong with your sister.”

“What are you talking about?” Mike questions, helping Will with his bike before walking over to join you.

“She’s got a stick up her butt.”

“Yeah. It's because she's been dating that douchebag, Steve Harrington.” Lucas chimes in, shaking his head in disgust.

You look back up to her window, seeing her twirl her hair. You knew she was talking to Barb but it was undeniable that she was talking about Steve.

“So she’s dating ‘The Hair’... I don’t think that qualifies her as a jerk.”

“Yes it does!” Lucas replied quickly.

“Yeah, she's turning into a real jerk.” Dustin said solemnly, Mike adding that she had always been a jerk.

“Nuh-uh, she used to be cool.” He said defensively, grabbing his bike. “Like when she and Y/n dressed up as elves for our Elder Tree campaign!”

“Hey! Don’t go spreading that around. And if anyone asks, Nancy did that long before I did.” You really didn’t need him blabbering about something you did two years ago.

“She didn’t even accept the pizza slice, Y/n. Who would do something like that?” Dustin stared at you. It was pretty clear that Nancy’s recent behaviour has left him disheartened.

“Only a true monster.” You said shaking your head and grabbing your heart dramatically before faking a faint. The eruption of giggles meant you had succeeded in cheering them up.

Dustin gave you his signature toothless smile and you ruffled his curly hair before they all said goodbye and rode off. Will and Mike still behind but talking to one another so you thought it best to just go back inside.

After kick-brushing the shards of glass towards the bin (you’d deal with it tomorrow morning), you stepped onto the small porch of your back door and swung the door open. You heard Will’s goodbye and the sound of pedals before the porch light began flickering.

Great, you thought, I guess I have to fix that too.

“So did he call?”

“Keep your voice down.”

You were stood by your locker with Nancy and Barb. You had no idea how you got to that conversation but clearly they preferred the topic of boys much more than you did.

“I told you, it's not like that. Okay, I mean, yes, he likes me, but not like that. We just made out a couple times.” Nancy says with a lovesick look in her eyes.

You groaned, placing your head on your locker. Your so-called ‘nap’ meant you hadn’t slept more than 2 hours last night and you were starting to feel the consequences hammering in your head. Barb, however, took your groan as a different meaning.

“‘We just made out a couple times’,” Barb mimics Nancy’s voice before returning to a serious tone, “Nance, seriously, you're gonna be so cool now, it's ridiculous. Even Y/n agrees with me.”

“No, I'm not. And Y/n just doesn’t like Steve.” She replies, sending a satire glare your way. It’s not false; you did like to fantasise about Steve’s reaction to waking up bald one day. But seeing how much your friend liked him meant you had to be nice.

“It’s not him necessarily. It’s those friends of his.” You say, shuddering as if the thought was disgusting. Truth is, you and Steve used to be good friends in Freshman year until he started hanging out with Ken and Barbie.

“You better still hang out with me and Y/n, that's all I'm saying. If you become friends with Tommy H. or Carol -” Barb says.

“Oh, that's gross! Okay, I'm telling you, it was a one-time... Two-time thing.” Nancy defends herself, opening her locker to find a note. You read it immediately and groaned again.

“As much as I love talking about someone who thinks there’s no such thing as too much hairspray… I need to get to class.” You slam your locker shut, saying quick goodbyes as you walked off.

Class didn’t start for another 5 minutes but truthfully, the conversation was boring you. Sure, you’ve talked about boys before. Plenty of times. But it never felt the same as when you were 13.

“Oh my god Y/n, did he, like, kiss you?” Your best friend asked, her voice squeaking slightly at the word.

“Ew, no. Well, not yet anyway.” You said, leaning back nonchalantly. In actual fact, you were screaming inside.

“Well when you do, I want to be the first to know. Your first kiss is a big deal and I’m lonely so let me live through you.” She giggles, bumping your shoulder.

“Who else would I even tell?”

You hadn’t thought about that night in a long time. You stop and take a breath. To think that the year only went downhill from there.

Shrugging off the thought, you quicken your pace, turning the corner at such a fast pace that anyone coming the other way would surely collide with you.

Which is exactly what happened.

“OW!” A loud, slightly higher pitched voice rung out as your forehead most certainly hit theirs. The force was powerful enough to send you backwards, sending your books to the floor and scattering the pages that you had hoped would stay tucked into them.

“I’m so so so sorry.” You said hurriedly, wincing as you grabbed your head. That was gonna bruise.

“Well yeah I should hope-”

The voice stopped for a second and you removed the hand from you head to get a better view. And immediately, you blushed.

Before you was a boy, which normally wouldn’t phase you but this boy looked… cool. His clothes, first of all, were incredibly cool. All black with a long sleeve shirt that read ‘WELCOME TO HELL’ in bold red letters, hidden beneath a black jacket. And then his hair was just… wow. It was messy, but the good kind. It fell to his shoulders but was layered so it made it fluffier. Lastly, his left hand held three chunky rings, designs that you couldn’t very well due to the aching in your forehead. That very hand was now held out to you as he looked upon you with concern written on his face. He was just, well, beautiful.

All that staring at him caused you to become temporarily deaf.

“Helloooo?” He sang, waving his hand to get your attention. He most certainly already had it.

“Sorry?” You said, blushing even harder. What was happening.

“I asked if you were alright.” He smiled. God, you loved that smile.

“I, uh, yeah. Well, um, yes.” You rambled, attempting to pick up your books before you embarrassed yourself any further. You needed to get it together.

“As long as you’re sure.” He laughed, handing you a book.

Both of you slowly stood with you attempting to shuffle your books into a more comfortable manner. Why did you leave your bag in your locker? Ugh. When you looked back up at him, you opened your mouth but found you had nothing to say. Why was your brain just malfunctioning?

“Look-” You began, ready to apologise again and again. You didn’t want to make an enemy.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” He cut you off, crossing his arms.

“What?”

“I get it. Avoid the freak or you’ll be thrown from your little group.”

“I… what?” Confusion was setting in.

He leaned in, looking around the hallway before speaking.

“I get that you and the other clearly superior beings don’t like people like me or, well, just me. And seeing as I’ve never seen you around before, I will spare you the traumatising experience of having to admit that you and I bumped heads.” His voice had changed along with his demeanour. You were seriously missing that smile now.

“I’m not with them.” You were shaking your head now, and his eyes fell to your journal.

“Ah. Y/n. I’ve heard quite a few rumours about you.”

“What?” There were rumours?

“Hm. Yeah, you’re the one that’s trying to fit in with all the other pricks in here because you didn’t make it at your last school. So please, don’t use me as your way to prove your shallow heart to your glorious leaders.” He took a step back, clearly waiting for you to throw an insult his way.

Your heart sunk. You knew he had to have a good reason to hate them, the same way you did too. But you definitely weren’t expecting him to speak to you like that. You were wrong about him, the same way he is completely wrong about you. He was just like every other boy.

“Fuck you.” You said, barging past him, trying not to notice the way his eyes widened. You think you heard him say something but you just needed to find a bathroom fast. Tears were threatening to spill. It’s not what he said, but the mention of your last school tore at something inside you. Pain. Anger. Regret.

You burst into the first bathroom you found, closing and leaning on the door while trying to will the tears away. You needed to get your emotions under control. You let out a sigh before you heard giggling erupt from the other corner of the room. Pulling your focus towards them, your breath hitched. You’d notice that hair anywhere.

“Y/n, hey.” Nancy’s voice rang out. It was nice of her to pull her lips away from Hawkins’ very own playboy for two seconds just to talk to you. You tried not to notice the way her face was flushed.

“Hi.” Steve said, sliding his arm around Nancy’s shoulder.

You stared at them before realising the situation.

“Gross.” You plainly said, turning around and swinging the door back open. Nancy noticed your teary eyes and stepped away from Steve to look at you with worry.

“Wait, are you okay?” She asked.

“Never been better.” You muttered. Not wanting to stick around longer you quickly exited and made your way to class.

As much as you liked Nancy, it was none of her business.

Photography was something that you discovered a passion for in Hawkins. While living in California would have provided you with so many amazing photo possibilities, Hawkins just felt different. It was quieter. You found so much beauty in that. So when the opportunity of taking a photography class was presented to you, you took it.

Most days your teacher would let his class experiment with the school supplied cameras, something you loved since you didn’t have the money to buy your own. You desperately needed a job but nowhere would take you, mostly because you were only 16.

You sat next to Jonathan, watching him shift around with the focus on his camera. You liked Jonathan, he wasn’t like the others at Hawkins. In fact, it seemed he was the only male here who didn’t make you want to rip your hair out. He was most definitely shy, usually stuck in his own world. For the first year you knew him, he had barely uttered two sentences to you. But now he was a lot more comfortable with you. He was a friend.

“Taken any new photos lately?” You asked, resting your chin on your hand.

“A few. Nothing worth adding to my project though.” He said quietly before a satisfied hum sounded; he had set the camera to his liking.

Your teacher had given us a project that he, to your dislike, had named ‘Happiness’. You were instructed to take photos of what makes you happy, hoping you would dig deeper and create more meaningful pieces. The minimum amount of photos was twenty. You didn’t even have one.

“You wanna borrow my camera tonight?” He turned his eyes to your direction, raising his brow.

“Uh… no, no. It’s fine. I don’t really know what I’d want to shoot yet anyway.” Shaking your head and flipping through the textbook in front of you.

“You know you need to start sometime. Even if it’s just something small. Like a favourite place of yours, or even a person.” He says, bumping your shoulders with a knowing look.

He knew you were struggling with this. It wasn’t that you couldn’t take great photos, because you were amazing at it, but happy things just weren’t your expertise.

“I’ll think about it. So… you up to anything tonight?” You look at him, begging to change the subject.

He just shrugged, making notes in his book before putting his pencil down and turning his body to face yours.

“Have you seen Will lately?”

The question caught you by surprise. Was something wrong with Will?

“Yeah, I saw him last night when he was at the Wheelers.”

“Did you see him leave?”

“I remember he rode off with Dustin and Lucas but that’s about it.” You began to feel your stomach twist. Something was clearly wrong.

“Okay, thanks.” He said, rubbing his face.

“Is everything okay?”

He looked at you, eyebrows scrunching together before he shook his head and continued fiddling around with his camera.

“He just-” He said after a while, setting his camera back down, “He just didn’t come home last night. And I was working when I shouldn’t have been but my mum needs the extra cash right now and I know I should have been there to make sure but-”

“Hey, hey,” You placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down, “He might have just stayed the night as Dustin’s or something and forgot to call.”

You knew it was an empty gesture, you had a bad feeling that you just couldn’t shake. You hoped that by convincing Jonathan he was fine, you’d convince yourself.

Will was a quiet kid, much like his brother, but you’ve seen the way he talks about his friends. When you first met he usually let the other kids take the lead in talking to you but as soon as you asked what D&D was about, you saw his face light up. Usually you would be bored half to death, but seeing how happy it made him, you became invested. You began to feel protective of him, of all of them. You don’t know what you’d do without them.

“I hope so.” He said in a small voice before the bell rang out. He grabbed his stuff, saying how he needed to get home. Understandable. You just wished that Will would be home when he got there.

Every day, after the last bell has rung, you would make your way to the benches that sat just behind the school, further up the field. It was usually an empty area where you could sit and listen to music without being disturbed. Somewhere you could think while not thinking at all. You were meant to meet Nancy for a study date later but it still gave you two hours to yourself.

Grabbing your Walkman, a tape already set in its slot, you placed the headphones over your ears and pressed play, laying on your back so that your legs hung off the edge of the picnic bench.

I hear the ticking of the clock

I’m lying here, the room’s pitch dark

I wonder where you are tonight

“Hello?”

No answer on the telephone

“Yoo-hoo?”

And the night goes by so very-

“What the hell?” The headphones were suddenly yanked away from you, causing you to squint against the sun at the figure that stood over you. You sat up straight and prepared to take back your headphones.

“Sorry, I did say hello but you’re music was too loud- wait, what even is this?”

“None of your business.” You say, snatching the headphones from their hands. The rings glinted in the sunlight, catching your eye. You recognised those rings. Oh shit.

“Keeping it to yourself. That’s cool, very mysterious.” He said with a chuckle.

It was him, the guy you had bumped into earlier. Even now, after a long day at school, he looked incredible- No. He may look like a god but he still insulted you.

“What do you want?” You ask defensively, a glint of anger in your voice as you remembered past events. Making sure to stop the tape, you clutched your Walkman before stuffing it back in your bag. So much for having some time to yourself.

“Hey!” He said, waving his arms to stop what you were doing, “I just wanted to talk. About earlier.”

He crossed his arms against his torso, looking at the ground. He looked shy all of a sudden. He then took your silence as an opportunity to speak.

“I didn’t mean to be dick to you. Or insult you. I just…” He paused, walking around the space as he thought of what to say, “I get pretty guarded when I speak to someone. You spend so long as ‘The Freak’ that you get used to being treated like ass and I wasn’t in the mood for it today.”

“I-” You began, setting your bag down.

“No, I was an idiot and I insulted you. Which wasn’t cool of me at all, I don’t even know you and I was just as much of a judgemental asshole as the rest of them so I’m so very, very, sorry.”

You weren’t expecting this at all. In all honesty, you would have probably forgotten about the meeting in a few hours time. Words were stuck in your throat and you just blurted out the first thing in your mind.

“I like your rings.”

He looks at you in surprise and you feel the colour rushing to your cheeks. Why the hell did I say that?

“Sorry, I just didn’t know what to say and I didn’t want there to be this awkward silence because, like, the more awkward it gets the more I want to be silent but then that just makes it more awkward and I… I was rambling wasn’t I?” You clock his amused grin that spread across his face, creating the most precious crinkles you have ever seen.

“No, no it’s fine, it was cute.” He blurted. It was now his turn to turn red. He laughed weirdly, obviously embarrassed of his own remark.

“I’m sorry too. That’s what I wanted to say… that I was sorry. I get it, the whole people treating you like shit thing. I get that too. I can’t blame you for defending yourself. I just… is that really what people say about me?”

“Huh?” He shifted his gaze from your lips to your eyes.

“That thing you said, about the rumour. Do people really say that?” You quieten. You’ve been here two years now and you didn’t even begin to think what people were saying behind your back.

“No, no, no… well, not exactly.” He quickly sat down next to you on the bench top, placing his hands lazily on his lap, messing around with his rings. Why does he only have rings on his left hand?

“What do they say?” When he stays silent you enquire further, “Seriously tell me. At least if I know I can prepare myself for when Tommy and his band of walking cliches come for me.”

“I haven’t heard much,” He finally says, tilting his head towards you, “But I heard people say all sorts of crazy stuff when you first appeared. Something about you being sent away because your parents didn’t want you. And one about you only being friends with that Wheeler girl because you wanted in to the hoard of wannabes.” He said so matter of factly as if he didn’t believe it’s true.

“Oh.” That’s all you say. You had to admit, that stung.

“I don’t believe them!” He raises both his hands as if he had just been caught by the cops.

“No, don’t worry it’s… fine. At least I know now.” You quickly added. You weren’t a wannabe, but the first part was true.

“Anyway,” He said, “I never got to formally introduce myself when I made the most awful first impression in the world.”

He gets up to stand in front of you, bowing so theatrically that you began to giggle.

“Eddie Munson, at your service.” As he straightened up, his hair whipped behind him and he extended a hand, “And you are?”

“You already know my name.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Shh, pretend I don’t, I’m trying something here.”

“Okay, I’m Y/n, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Eddie.” You take his hand, trying to ignore how the brush of his skin made your heart flutter.

“Pleasure is all mine, Y/n.” He pretended to kiss your hand before gently dropping it and sitting on the grass in front of you, stretching his legs and using his arms to prop himself up.

“No last name there Y/n?” He asked.

“Not something I use very often. I’m thinking of dropping it completely, like Madonna or Prince.” It’s true. You never say your surname out loud. You weren’t even sure you were allowed to after that look your parents had given you that night.

“I like it, make a statement.” He nodded, he obviously noticed how uncomfortable the mention of your family surname made you.

“Exactly.”

You both talked for a while, mostly about school and how much you both disliked Harrington and his gang, laughing at eachother’s jokes until there was a moment of silence. Not awkward just… peaceful. You were looking into the distance, noticing the young boys you knew were riding their bikes past the front field. There were only three of them.

Remembering what Jonathan had told you suddenly brought you back to reality. As you looked back at Eddie, you saw he was already staring at you, a soft smile on his face.

“What time is it?” You asked, looking at the watch on his wrist, attempting to hide your own smile at his own but failing immediately.

“It’s about… 5.” He said nodding in agreement with himself.

“Oh shit I’m late!” You started grabbing you bag, hopping off the bench and turning to look at Eddie who was already stood next to you.

“For what?” He questioned, closing the space between you both as he looked down into your eyes. You couldn’t deny the warm feeling in your chest.

“I was meant to be meeting Nancy to study like 20 minutes ago! My god, I think she might actually kill me.” It was true, Nancy was very serious when it came to studies.

“Ah well, that sounds… fun.” He smiled, leaning against the bench.

“Yeah I can’t wait for her to scream at me about hydrogen atoms.” You laugh, adjusting your backpack. Thank god you decided to ride your bike in today. You had your drivers license but you were missing a key part; a car.

“Thank you,” You said, turning around, “for coming to apologise. I’m glad you did.”

“Me too.” He smiled again, grabbing part of his hair to cover his cheek, “Now go, I would hate to find that you were brutally murdered by a science book.”

You laughed, saying a quick goodbye and sprinting toward your bike. Maybe he was better than you thought.

Your recent high had been shattered when you made it to the Wheeler house.

Karen had opened the door, welcoming you in and letting you know that Nancy was in the dining room with everyone else. As you both walked through, you could hear Mike’s raised voice as he complained about having to stay in.

“We’ve been over this. The chief said-” Karen said, sighing as if they had been having this conversation long before you arrived.

“I don’t care what the chief said.” He snapped, both of his hands on the table.

“Michael!”

As they continued to argue, you made your way to Nancy, smiling with raised eyebrows at the quarrel before you. She just shook her head in disappointment, smiling back as you took a seat next to her.

“Will could be in danger!”

“Wait, what?” Your attention now completely focused on the dark haired boy, “What happened?”

“He went missing, they found his bike on the side of the road today. He hadn’t made it home last night.” Karen answered solemnly. Your heart sank, so many scenarios running through your head.

“They’ll find him.” Mr. Wheeler said in monotone. He was clearly more interested in his paper than the conversation.

“More reason to stay put.” Karen chimed. She was clearly just trying to protect her child.

“Mom! I don’t see Y/n staying home!” Mike whined. You glared at him. Why did he have to bring you into this?

“Y/n lives next door, it’s not like she’s riding out in the dark. End of discussion.” His mother demanded, finalising their argument by taking a sip of her water.

“So… Y/n and I were gonna study for the chemistry test at Barb’s house tonight. That’s cool right?” Nancy spoke, looking at you to agree with her. This was news to you but you nodded along nonetheless.

“No, not cool.” Karen said, spinning around to face you.

“What? Why not?”

“Why do you think? Am I speaking Chinese in this house? Until we know Will is okay, no one leaves.”

You chose to stay silent. You knew Nancy didn’t want to leave just to study at Barb’s house.

“So we’re under house arrest?”

“Don’t be dramatic Nancy.”

“This is such bullshit.”

“Language!”

You zoned out of the conversation, your thoughts drifting to Will. You had possibly the nicest time of your years here talking to Eddie while at the same time, Will had been missing. He could be all alone and afraid. And you told Jonathan that he was okay.

“You’re just pissed because you wanna hang out with Steve.”

That caught your attention. Of course this had to do with Steve. Nancy looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read, yelling at her Mike for spilling her secret. You came here to study with your friend and she was just going to ditch you for her new boy toy. Rude.

“You’re such a douche, Mike!” She screamed, shoving out of her chair and storming off to her room.

“I… should go with her.” You mumbled as you stood up and left. You didn’t want to stick around much longer.

When you entered Nancy’s room, she was sat on her bed with the phone that she must have grabbed along the way. You silently sat on the edge of her bed, setting your bag down on the floor and taking your shoes off.

“Yeah, sorry, we’ll meet up another time… okay. Bye.” She hung up and placed the phone on her night stand, sighing.

“Steve?” It wasn’t really a question, you knew she wasn’t talking to Barb.

“Yeah… I’m really sorry. He asked me to meet up with him tonight and I couldn’t find you at the end of school to tell you.” She gave an apologetic smile. “But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Your mom is just scared. Will is literally missing. I can’t even imagine how Joyce is feeling let alone your mom.” It was a heartbreaking thought, knowing Joyce and Jonathan were having to deal with all this right now.

“I know, you’re right. Mike just gets me worked up sometimes. I mean, can you believe he just blurted about Steve like that?”

“It was uncalled for, I guess.” You chuckled as Nancy grabbed her cards and held them out to you.

The night went smoothly. You still worried about Will but trusted that the sheriff would find him soon. As you quizzed Nancy, the images of a familiar smile filled your mind. You just couldn’t get Eddie out of your head. Clearly it was written all over your face when Nancy tilted her head laughing.

“What’s that smile for?”

“What? Nothing. I just… really love Chemistry.” A failed attempt at misdirection.

“Shut up, you’re thinking about a boy.”

“How did you-”

She just raised her eyebrows.

“That obvious, huh?” You might be able to keep in words but your face always gave you away.

“Well, tell me! Who is he?” She squealed, excited that you may have met someone.

Before you could answer, there was a tapping noise at the open window, causing both of you to jump and scatter the cards everywhere.

“Yeah, who is he?” Steve said in a high-pitched voice, clearly mocking you both.

“Steve!” Nancy made her way to the window. You just stayed sat on the bed.

Yay..., you thought while rolling your eyes, it’s Steve.

“What are you doing here? I told you I would have to stay in tonight-”

“I know. We’ll study here.”

“No, I told you, absolutely not, go away-”

Yes, please go away Steve.

“I don’t want you to fail tomorrow.” He interrupts, flashing his signature smile. You didn’t think it was possible to roll your eyes harder.

Despite her earlier protests, she opened her window further, allowing him access. He climbed through, landing softly on his feet. You would be impressed if you weren’t aware that he has snuck into many girls’ windows before. What a gentleman.

“What did I tell you? A ninja.” He was clearly referencing an inside joke you didn’t know.

You began putting your shoes back on and stuffing your books back into your bag. It was obvious that you weren’t wanted anymore.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Nancy asked with so much innocence that you figured she was oblivious to Steve’s actual plans for being here.

“She’s probably just tired.” Steve remarked, shrugging. That asshole.

“I didn’t feel like sitting here while you made out with Mr Hairspray over there.” You shot back, happy with Steve’s offended reaction that Nancy ignored.

“What? No, we’re just studying I promise.” Nancy walked to you, hand on your arm. “Plus you didn’t even tell me about that boy.”

“Wow, never thought Y/n would even have a boy.” Steve snorted with his hands in his pockets.

“Steve!” Nancy hushed. She knew you two didn’t get along but still managed to act surprised when you fought.

“Y/n!” She also said as you stuck your middle finger at him, standing and swinging your bag onto your shoulder.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Nancy.” You said, smiling in reassurance that you didn’t blame her for this sudden situation.

“Bye, Y/n.” Steve said cheerily, giving you a wave.

“Bye, Hairy.” You replied as you left her room, smirking to yourself.

You didn’t need to turn around to know Steve was angry with your nickname. A nickname that surely was going to make a comeback soon. It was too good to let go now that you started.

You stood at the counter as your uncle walked in, bringing the stench of alcohol in with him. He had been drinking with his work friends again. You were pretty sure he doesn’t consider them as ‘friends’, it just gave him an excuse to drink.

“Aren’t you meant to be asleep?” He muttered.

“I’m 16 and it’s only 9.” You replied softly. He wasn’t a horrible man. Truth is, he was still mourning. He and your aunt never even got to have any kids before she died. This was as new to him as it was to you.

“Ah. Well, I’ll be in the other room if you need me.” He patted your shoulder and left holding a beer bottle he had removed from the fridge.

You just sat in your room for the rest of the night, attempting to study the cards you hadn’t gotten the chance to look at before the horny mascot of shampoo had crashed your study date. But no matter what you tried, your mind was running a hundred miles an hour with every thought but chemistry. Will. Eddie. California.

You knew this year was going to be different. You felt it as you got into bed, body shivering as you turned off the bedside lamp that had began flickering.

Yet another bulb to replace.

Chapter 2: Pool Parties and Good Punches ->

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Younger brother's idol - Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: You and your slightly younger brother Mike Wheeler were almost opposites, but after you both got into highschool together and he started to become very close with an old crush of yours you can't help but take the opportunity to finally tell Eddie how you feel much to your brothers protest

warnings: Cussing, you and Mike fighting alot, Eddie being a cute soft boy

a/n:

Mike Wheeler, your younger brother, your older sister and parents always joked about you being the middle child, born on Mike’s birthday but the same year as Nancy, her only being a couple months older than you leaving her at 19, you at 18, and your younger brother at 15.

“Come on! Nancy already left us! Twenty minutes ago you’re lucky moms letting me take her car!” You yelled up the stairs towards your younger brother huffing loudly checking the time again, if you didn’t leave right you wouldn’t have time to stop and see Eddie before school started. You watched Mike run down the stairs quickly wearing the familiar Hellfire T-shirt “Eddie needs his shirt tonight. I don’t know why you even took it” Mike said harshly as he grabbed his water bottle following you outside and into the car. “Because, your dumbass ‘accidentally’ split your chocolate milk on my shirt Friday and unlike you I don’t have my head up his ass everyday so he’s getting it back today” you sassed flipping him off as you pulled out of your driveway heading towards the school quickly. “Do you know how disrespectful it is to parade yourself around in front of the dungeon master?” Mike asked as you finally pulled into your parking spot next to Nancy’s. “Well, I haven’t heard Eddie complain once, and if I’m not wrong, he asks about me everytime he sees you” you teased ruffling his hair as you got out waving towards the group of guys huddled around the familiar beat up van Eddie owned and at the head of the circle was just the man you were looking for.

Eddie smiled stepping over a bit opening his arms as a welcome “Tiny Wheeler, Y/n” His voice greeted you as you finally were about ten feet from him, Mike going over to the group most likely to talk shit about you to Dustin, you and Mike weren’t close, whenever he was born toddler you was upset you had to share a birthday, and you still swear since then he’s thought he could get away with having everything as him. You wanted to prove to him so bad that he could share his friends and not always say mine mine mine, so whenever he started to hang out with Eddie Munson you saw your chance. You smiled at the taller brunette offering his hellfire shirt back to him “I washed it, figured you wanna clean shirt for your big campaign tonight, good luck with the vecna battle tonight!” You smiled waving as you rushed inside after Robin and Nancy, not before sending a smirk towards Mike. You weren’t big on dnd, hell you didn’t completely understand what a Vecna was, but you had overheard Mike on the phone the other night and you knew it’d get under his skin.

“You and Munson huh?” Robin teased nudging you with her elbow “y/n’s been crushing since eighth grade and she watched him play guitar, plus it pisses Mike off which she loves” Nancy explained smiling towards you making you huff “I’m not..trying to get with Eddie because Mike..I like Eddie he’s weird and cute” you whispered feeling your face heat up in embarrassment “mmm maybe it’ll work out in your favor” Robin teased poking your sides before leaving to her class “you don’t think..?” You whispered looking towards your sister “oh she is” Nancy smiled kissing your head before going to her class leaving you to find your home room.

The first half of School went by pretty quick, and finally your long awaited lunch break was here, the cafeteria was loud with noise, sounds of kids getting their food and sitting down, different conversations but you could only hear one voice, the rest was muffled, Eddie was talking to the guys about the campaign and somebody else, you couldn’t hear word for word but you could make out some. “Y/n!” Robin called motioning you over, you smiled at her walking closer to her table, as you sat down you could’ve swore Eddie was watching you. “Lover boys staring, y/n..” Robin teased looking at you as Nancy sat down “you didn’t say anything to him did you? I know you have him in math, don’t you lie to me Robin” you threatened playfully pointing towards her.

Eddie sat at his table, watching as you looked at Robin pointing at her saying something quietly but you had one hell of a glare, he wouldn’t admit it because you were his friend’s sister but he had this fascination with you, gripping his T-shirt under the table he smirked to himself, thinking about you wearing his shirt around your house, Mike giving you dirty glares everytime he saw you. Eddie wasn’t stupid, he knew what you were doing, he caught the whispers and dirty glares you both sent to each other when you thought he wasn’t looking.

Your conversation lasted a good ten minutes before Eddie was standing on his lunch table ranting about playing sports or being in band. “Hey! You want something, freak?” Jason asked standing up standing right in front of your table, Eddie smirked throwing his fingers in his hair to represent devil horns before sticking his tongue out towards Jason, pulling his hands away and smiling towards you as he jumped down off the table, Smiling to yourself blushing you started to play with your plastic sliver-ware.

“Really dude?…my sister?” Mike grumbled under his breath looking towards Eddie “you know if you start dating her my dad is gonna kill you?” He spoke up looking towards Eddie, it was one thing for you to flirt with his best friend but it was different when you both flirted towards each other. “It’s too late, Ed’s already got the hots for Wheeler’s sister!” Gareth yelled laughing, you looked over quickly catching eyes with Eddie before smiling looking down as he winked towards you.

You wouldn’t see Eddie again until you dropped Mike off for their campaign, pulling up to the school building yet again you sighed “I’ll wait out here..go ahead have fun” you said looking towards Mike, he stopped for a moment looking at you “you’re not gonna follow? Try and distract Eddie then entire time?” He asked getting out slamming the door looking through the window “no..he’s your friend..I realize I need to lay off a little with trying to tag along with you everytime” you smiled letting him go in peace rolling up his window smirking to yourself. You saw Eddie’s van screeched to a stop a couple parking spots across from yours, quickly getting out trying to pulling on his vest as quick as possible winking at you as he ran past. Hours past before you finally saw the other van in the parking lot, somebody sitting in the driver seat watching you until you had glanced over catching their eyes for a moment. You don’t know why but your heart started to pound in your chest and suddenly your flight or fight kicked in, quickly getting out of the car you rushed towards the side door entrance, you heard the other car door shut and footsteps quickly catching up after you catching your arm right before you got to the door handle. “Give me all your money or I swear to god I’ll kill you right here” The man’s voice rasped, you could smell the liquor and booze on him and it made you have to hold back a gag as you rushed to pull your wallet out handing it to him along with your mom’s car keys before rushing inside, not noticing the cut on your side.

Your shoes clattered loudly against the hard tiled floors as you rushed towards the only room with a light on. Panting, trying to catch your breath your eyes met Eddie’s and your brother’s. “Y/n? Can you seriously not leave my friends and I alone for!?-“ Mike stopped once he took in your shaken state quickly tipping his chair over to get to you “are you okay?..what the hell happened?” He asked looking at you glancing back at Dustin and Eddie who were up, Eddie already heading outside to see what the fuck happened outside. “I-I’m sorry M-Mike I was gonna stay out in the car but this dude…kept watching me and when I got out t-to come inside h-he took my wallet b-but he was drunk a-and I didn’t have any money but-..mom’s car keys…” you whispered in fear looking at Mike tearing up “she’s gonna be so mad, Mikey..” you whimpered as Mike hugged you tightly “she’s not gonna be mad…” he assured you stepping away whenever Eddie walked in looking at you “no signs of him but your car is still there” Eddie explained “are you okay?..” he added on holding your chin gently “y-yea I-I’m just..scared” you mumbled Eddie hugging you tightly “well I mean if what the news says is true then it looks like you’ve got a whole bunch of demonic Satan worshippers here for you so..you have no need to feel fear, m’lady” Eddie said softly looking at Mike who stared at you compelled to either say something to you or Eddie.

After they finished their game Eddie dropped you and Mike off at your house, Mike running inside to tell your mom, dad, and sister what had happened while Eddie leaned out of the window looking at you “you sure you’re gonna be okay Y/n?” Eddie asked watching you fidget with your purse “I think..I’ve got this..but uh..I like you…like a lot Eddie..I have since like..middle school..and I thought the silly crush went away but then Mike started to hang out with you which mean I constantly heard and saw you and-..” you were cut off by Eddie’s soft smile “just kiss me” he smiled humming in content whenever you pressed your lips against his, he cupped your cheek with his hand and you could feel the coolness of his rings pressing into your cheek. “Hey! That’s still my sister, Munson!” Mike yelled from the doorstep making you both laugh wiping your mouths “I gotta..go..see you..tomorrow?” You asked nervously looking at him “it’s a date, Princess” Eddie smiled before driving off down the road, you stayed in your spot for a moment, wanting to relive the moment over and over again.

After a night full of police reports and your father yelling at you for how the hell you got their car stolen, even going as far to blame Eddie before they finally let you and Mike go to bed. Walking up the hall and to the bathroom you and Mike both grabbed your toothbrushes “Mike..” you whispered glancing at him “I can’t believe you. I can’t have one single thing to myself” he grumbled as he brushed his teeth glaring at you through the mirror “Mike Wheeler. You have had everything handed to you your entire life, I’m so sorry your twenty year old friend took interest in your sister but you are fifteen! Stop acting like you’re in love with him or something” you argued, both of your voices muffled and gargled from the toothbrushes in your mouth, after you both spit and washed your mouth out you rushed to your room slamming the door and laying in bed.

The next day wasn’t any easier, you got a ride from Nancy to school but the glares from Mike never stopped, whenever you got to school the glares and rude comments just got worse. Lunch rolled around and for the first time Eddie had stopped you in your path inviting you to sit with him at his table with the others, slowly you sat your tray down looking at him “Eddie…I don’t..I dunno if this will work..I mean Mike is..really…really mad at me and I don’t wanna ruin your guys’s friendship” you said softly holding his arm “I’m sorry..” you added on before grabbing your tray and heading back to your table with Robin fighting back your own tears, one of the big things you wanted since middle school you finally got and had to let him go because your brother was butthurt.

The rest of the week was calm, nothing really out of the ordinary except Eddie’s stares, they were more intense, lasting for a lot longer than he normally would, whenever you finally got home from school Friday night Mike rushed into your room “you ruined him! Eddie just basically threw our entire campaign out!” He yelled glaring at you “you broke him! You fix it! We need this campaign! It’s the last month of school for Eddie!” He yelled at you, you just sat on your bed glaring at him for barging in “I don’t think I will, Mike..you wanted this..you always said you can’t have anything to yourself, there you go, there’s Eddie all to yourself” you explained calmly taking your glasses off “are you serious!? You practically led him on!” He yelled, that set you off, standing up quickly glaring at him “I didn’t do shit! We were both happy! Together! You wanted to throw a fucking tantrum because of it! You ruined Eddie! Not me!” You screamed, he went quiet staring at you before pulling his hellfire club shirt off throwing it in your floor before storming off. Slipping on your shoes you grabbed Nancy’s keys rushing down the steps sneaking past your parents and outside into your sister’s car. You weren’t sure exactly what you were doing, it was nine thirty, and you were supposed to be in bed yet here you were driving to Eddie Munson’s house in your bunny slippers.

Parking outside you took in Eddie’s van parked and all the lights in his trailer off, walking up you knocked softly waiting outside patiently holding your arms shivering as a rough chilly breeze hit your skin making goosebumps erupt. “Y/n?..” Eddie asked opening the door pulling you inside before shutting the door again “I..I really don’t understand you” he said running a hand through his hair “listen…Mike told me about you ending hellfire…” you said watching him sigh and cross his arms “I..I understand…If not…but it wasn’t right of me to end things just because my brother was mad..” you explained wiping your nose a bit “…you’re right” Eddie whispered “it wasn’t right..but…consider your invitation accepted” he said looking at you, You just laughed a bit hugging him tightly “you’re so weird” you mumbled feeling him kiss your head “next time..if Mike has a problem with us..tell me ahead of time before ending things before they even begin” Eddie laughed only feeling your head nod in agreement, maybe this could work?

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[dylanmunson]

summary: okay okay so picture this, your Dustin's older cousin, you arent a 'freak' but you arent 'popular' either, prom is around the corner and everyone had dates, apart from you, the guys from hellfire arent to fussed about prom, but dustin is certain he, mike,will and lucas are all going. 

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Sitting round the table with your younger cousin and his friends as they plan out for their next campaign for hellfire, you grin at your aunt as she is talking on the phone to her coworker. You let out a big sigh as the word prom leaves her lips, you roll your eyes dropping your spoon back into your bowl, dustin frowns and turns to you. 

'whats wrong?' he grins putting down his notes 'just prom' you chuckle sitting back running a hand through your hair 'well you can come with us' he chuckles you smile softly shaking your head 'dusty id love to but i dont wanna play babysitter' he nods understanding 'thats steves job' you grin biting your lip, dustin rolls his eyes and chuckles along with you. The subject of prom quickly dropped as he goes back to his notes. 

Its currently wednesday and your sat in your seat in maths class waiting for Ms. O Donnell's to come in when your crush Joshua Long walks over to you grinning, 'hey sweetheart, i was wondering if you'd want to go to prom with me' you go red in the cheeks and nod 'yeah okay' he smile down he chuckles handing you a folded note before walking away. You grin to yourself and kick your legs under the table. Ms O Donnell's enters the room shortly after followed by Eddie Munson the school freak, who wasnt at all as half as bad as what everyone made him out to be. You smile at the boy as he takes the seat next you. You hand him a pen and a piece of paper knowing full well he hadnt brought his own 'thanks sweetheart' he chuckles leaning back into his chair. 

The rest of the day drags on for what feels like forever, you see dustin in the hallway talking to his friends and the rest of hellfire, he smiles and waves for you to come over. 'whats up dusty?' you grin patting his head, he shakes his head 'we've got a meeting after school, would you be able to pick me up?' he smiles holding his hands together 'please?' you chuckle nodding 'of course dusty, we can get dinner afterwards as well yeah?' you smile 'you are the best cousin!' he grins hugging you tightly, you chuckle rubbing his back 'meet me out front okay' you grin before walking to your next class. 

The end of the school day slowly came by and you sat on the hood of your car waiting for dustin to come out, you had been in the library finishing up some homework until that point. All of the members of hellfire walk out of the double doors laughing, you grin in their direction 'hey Dust! do your friends need a lift as well?' you smile playing with your nails the four younger boys grin and race to your car before arguing who's in shotgun, you chuckle getting into the drivers seat waving off at the older hellfire players. 'So where to' you grin at your cousin and his friends as they begin arguing over food. 

It was now Saturday and you had gone to the mall with Robin to look for a prom dress, nothing was catching your eye and you just sighed and fell into the dressing room chair 'i just want to look good rob' you sigh she chuckles 'and you will y/n, you'll be the prettiest princess at the ball' she grins taking your hand before twirling you round, you chuckle pulling her into a hug, you and robin had always been close like this 'thanks rob' you smile sighing, she nods 'i think i have an idea' she grins before pulling your hand and into another shop. 

Pulling you into a shop she pushes you lightly into the dressing room before running out and grabbing what she wants before handing it to you in the dressing room, 'really robin?' you chuckle, she hums in response 'just put it on!' she chuckles, you do as told and look at yourself. 'oh wow' you smile softly, a long baby blue dress covers your body, the chest bit hugging your boobs, as the rest of the material from your hips puffs out like a big princess dress. 'robin this is beautiful' you chuckle she grins as you open the door 'i know' she smiles 'the princess shall go to the ball' you look at yourself in the mirror again then at the dress. 

You both go to Scoops after buying the dress, since robin works there you get free ice cream, you chuckle as you sit in the booth laughing at something steve had said, or more tired to say to one of the girls at the till before she gave him an evil look and walking out the shop. 'well well well if it isnt little miss henderson' you can hear the smile in his tone 'well well well if it isnt the towns freak' you grin facing eddie 'oh im wounded' he chuckles holding his hand over his heart. 'what are you ladies up to on this fine saturday afternoon' he grins looking at you and robin from his booth, you shrug 'we just brought y/ns prom dress' she grins, eddie smirks and pushes his empty bowl of ice cream away before moving over to your guys booth 'mhm, fancy' he chuckles bowing his head as he tries to peak a look at the dress in the dress bag 'uhh nooo' you chuckle moving the bag 'get your chocolate fudge fingers off of the dress munson' you grin, he nods putting his hands up, 'see you later henderson' he chuckles before walking out the shop. 'hes so strange' robin grins, you shrug and go back to your icecream. 

Its the day of prom and dustins mum is helping do your hair as you sit and read one of your old comics, the nerves hitting you as she pins in the curls to let them sit, 'oh sweet your going to look amazing' she grins doing the finishing touches you smile at her as she walks over to the kitchen turning the timer off. 'be a dear and grab dustin' she chuckles, you nod running up the stairs 'dusty!' you shout 'whatt' he chuckles opening his door 'your mother wants you' you smile softly, he nods you smile and turn to go to your room to start doing your makeup. 

'y/n the guys are here!' dustin shouts as you hear foot steps running up the stairs, you chuckle finishing off your eyeshadow and opening the door, still in your pjs and your hair all rolled in curlers. 'hii' you grin only expecting to see the younger hellfire club members. 'hey sweetheart' eddie grins leaning against the door 'oh my god' you blush quickly closing the door, you hear him chuckle, you shake your head and open the door 'dustin why didnt you tell me all of your club was here!' you shout, he grins and shrugs his shoulders 'sorry' he mumbles eating a cookie his mother had made. 

Joshua had told you he would pick you up at 7pm to take you to prom, it was now 6:49pm and you decide to finally get into your dress so dustins mother can take photos of her niece and son. you take one last look into the mirror and grin removing the last curler and smiling softly at your reflection, you truly felt like a princess, you felt good for once, you put on your little heels and walked down the stairs. 

You grin as everyone turns to you 'hii' you mumble going red 'oh sweet you look beautiful' Dustins mum smiles walking up to you and holding you by the arms, you nod and smile at her, the last year had be difficult on you, having lost your mother at a young age and then your dad just upping and leaving you, Dustin and his mum were your only family right now. 'oh wow, you clean up nice' you grin at the hellfire crew, they all grin at you 'stop it making me blush' eddie says 'photos?!' Dustins mum grins grabbing her camera, you chuckle nodding. Everyone standing up and getting into place for some photos. 

it was now 7:05pm, Joshua still hadnt arrived, Dustin and the younger hellfire boys were still sat eating cookies that his mother had made, you said nervously playing with your nails 'he'll come! probably just nervous' his mother grins getting up to grab everyone another drink. 

7:45pm and still no sign of Joshua 

8:10pm everyone buy dustin and eddie had left to go to prom, dustin wanting to wait with you for company and eddie because dustin would need a lift, or so thats what he told everyone. 

9:35pm and still no sign of joshua, you had taken your heels off at this point and your nails were chipped from picking at them, dustin was now on the phone and his mother was in the kitchen keeping herself busy. 'you what?' dustin shouted, getting your attention, 'he what?' he shook his head, eddie looked at you and then to dustin before getting up and going over to the phone 'who is it?' he mumbles, dustin mumbles back but you cant quite make out whats being said, dustin hangs up the phone and they both looked pissed. 

9:45pm and dustin and eddie had finally come back to where you were sitting 'wha- whats going on?' you mumble, knowing full well youve been stood up, tears now filling your eyes. 'hey no dont' dustin mumbles coming to sit next to you 'im so stupid dusty' you mumble hiding your face into your hands 'why did i think he'd actually want to take me to prom' you mumble sniffing, fanning your face to stop the tears but it doesnt help. 

Dustin sits there and doesnt know what to say 'he didnt stand you up' he mumbles, you look at him 'well he did but i mean hes there' he shrugs 'what?' 'apparently he was dared to ask you to prom, he was always going with Jennifer' he sighs looking at you with sad eyes, you let out a sob as if your heart had just been ripped out, not only had you been stood up but it was all a lie. All a dare. You really thought you had a chance with your crush. 

 Eddie stands up from his seat and shakes his head 'such bullshit man' he says  'dont waste your tears on him sweetheart' he mumbles taking your hand into his 'not worth it' he says kissing your hand, dustin looks at eddie then at you 'how bout we show him what hes missing huh?' he says, you shake your head 'no' you mumble, 'i feel stupid' you sob both boys sigh, eddie pulling you into a hug 'come on' you shake your head again 'im so stupid' you cry getting up and running to your room. 

Eddie sighs and follows you up, dustin not saying a word as he does 'hey sweetheart' he says knocking on your door 'how about we go just for one dance?" he mumbles as he opens the door slightly, you shake your head 'sweetheart' he mumbles seeing your sobbing figure on the bed, he walks over and sits beside you rubbing your back 'oh sweet' he mumbles, he pulls your hair to the side and rubs your shoulder 'come 'ere' he mumbles pulling you into a hug 'im so stupid' you mumble, he shakes his head 'no your not' he mumbles into your hair 

after some convincing from eddie, dustin and robin at this point you had made your way to the school for the last part of prom, your heels long gone, your feet now covered in your converse and your hair in a half up half down kinda style to keep it out of face as you tried to fix your makeup, Eddie looked at you from the drivers seat, 'ready sweetheart?' he smiles, you nod slowly 'i suppose' you mumble, you can hear the music from his van, dustin long gone off to find his friends. 

'Eddie?' 'mhm' he hums as he helps you out of the truck 'why are you here? this isnt your type of thing' you half smile he chuckles nodding 'well' he grins wrapping his arms around your waist slowly rocking back and forth to the music, you chuckle putting your arms around his neck 'dustin had convinced me, i originally said no, but i uh' he sighs shaking his head 'i saw you and robin and you had your dress and i uh' he grins nodding 'you what?" you smile up at him 'i guess i wanted to see the pretty princess at the ball' he smiles softly. you shiver a little, which he notices quickly pulling away and pulling his denim jacket from the van wrapping it around you. 

'i wanted to ask you but then he did and i uh' he sighs, you nod leaning your head on his chest 'thank you' you mumble looking up at him again 'eddie?" he hums down at you 'i uh' you sigh leaning closer 'hmm?' he hums again 'fuck this' you mumble and pull his neck closer to you, letting your lips touch. he smiles into the kiss before pulling away taking a breathe before pulling you in for another kiss you grin  wrapping your hands around his neck as his hands go to your waist. 

'woooo' you hear in the distance, grinning you pull away and hide into his chest, he chuckles 'hey!' you hear dustin shout making you laugh 

you turn to see all your friends at the double doors looking at your and eddie 'its about damn time' robin chuckles, you bite your lip looking back up at eddie 'i mean' he chuckles 'i may have had the biggest crush on you for the longest time' he chuckles going red. 

you nod 'i can deal with that' you grin pressing your lips against his again. 

#eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson headcanons #eddie x reader #mine #dylanmunson #strangerthings fic #stranger things eddie #eddie stranger things

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 || 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✿ Synopsis: Reader (pumpkin) finally decides to confess her feelings to Eddie. But there’s not many options left to think when she finds him with Chrissy at his place.

(The whole series’s order is in my Masterlist)

✿ Warnings: reader has a little soliloquy featuring; anxiety attack, angst, reader is impulsive. Underage drinking, reader drives while drinking (don’t you ever do that)

poor writing and it could be cringe.

✿ A/N: poor reader, and poor Eddie. He did nothing wrong 🥺😭 I was dealing with some panic bc I want to learn to drive but I accidentally had a crash last month while learning so yeah, I’m a little insecure 🥳

✿Masterlist✿

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There was no way you wanted to use a dress on a chilly day just because you wanted a certain boy to look at you and say: she looks cute.

No, you refused. You wanted to use that dress because spring was starting and it looked very beautiful on you, and you knew it.

Okay, you wanted Eddie to see you.

There was no point denying the fact that you loved him since the last semester when you meet him.

Turning around, you smiled looking at the dress, long sleeves, square cleavage, and your favorite black boots. You loved how you looked, trying to convince yourself that in the end, it didn’t matter if Eddie didn’t look at you because you already loved your look.

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You roll your eyes when you see Eddie walking on one of the tables in the cafeteria. He exchanged some words with the popular Jason and lift his middle finger to him, then, he started talking with your friends.

Dustin is the first one to notice you when you get closer.

“Wow, you look amazing!” he says getting everyone’s attention. You smile at him, patting his shoulder. You leave two brown lunch bags for him and Mike. You already gave Lucas his lunch, it was something that you started doing when you were a sophomore, sometimes you made some sandwiches or empanadas, it was a way to show how much you cared for them.

“Thanks, Dustin!” then Mike and Garett say the same. As you walk to your usual place, besides Eddie. He looks at you the whole time, and he already feels like he’s burning up entirely when he looks at your dress, you’re not even showing any skin and he thinks you look so hot.

“Who would have thought you guys were so cute giving compliments,” you say standing beside Eddie at the end of the long table. He looks at you with puppy eyes, and everyone notices it, except for you.

“Who would have thought Pumpkin could look so pretty if she showered more often…” he remained seated, but you feel his hand caress your hip, basically hugging you. Which takes you by surprise, but you make the effort to not show your impression. You are so short compared to him, you’re even shorter than Dustin, so Eddie was seated, and you looked like a little plushie by his side.

“Haha. Very funny, Munson” you didn’t know though, but everyone in Hellfire Club thought you were dating Eddie or at least fucking him. And it didn’t help that his hand was traveling from your waist to your hip.

“Anyways… you look gorgeous,” he said in your ear. A shiver run through your spine, and you slightly blushed. Your hand ends on his shoulder, you look down to see his face, and you realize you couldn’t love him more than you already do.

“So, is the campaign still on the plans?” everyone nods, but Eddie sighs.

“Well, yeah, sweetheart. But… little Sinclair is not coming, today is his big day” you mentally congrats Lucas, but you knew Eddie was a little irritated with Dustin and Mike for losing a player.

“You know I’ll love to come over and play, but… I don’t know how to play D&D, plus… I have to direct the baby freshmen for the dance presentation before the game” Eddie listened to you, but he was thinking about how soft felt the fabric of your dress, was and how addictive it was to massage the curve of your waist. He didn’t mean to, but it was a way of being possessive, and showing everyone you were his, even though you weren’t even dating.

“Don’t worry, these boys will get someone…” the way Eddie looks at the boys is obvious, making you giggle.

“Good luck with that. Oh!, Mike, Did the bread pudding finish at your house?” suddenly you remember the dessert you baked for the Wheeler’s, and you want to know if there’s some of it left because you were a little tired to make another one.

“Yeah, dad, Holly, and Nancy completely ate it,” he said frustrated, and everyone was looking confused. It wasn’t very usual for you to talk about pastries with the boys. It was also a little problem that you were the only girl in their group. A lot of girls stopped you in the restrooms to ask if the Hellfire Club held satanic rituals or some shit like that.

“What? I made some bread pudding for them” everyone nods, but Jeff asks more.

“When can you make more cookies? Those were amazing last time” that was true, the wedding cookies or polvorones, how you preferred to call them, were the main thing in the last campaign, you brought cookies for your boys and they ate them all. Your friends found very cute and nice your mannerisms, and they never stopped being impressed by how cool a girl like you could be.

“Whenever, Jeff. I can bring some for the next rehearsals of the band” Garret and Jeff hummed excited, but Eddie was a little distracted, so when you stopped talking with the boys, you looked down at him, softly pinching his cheek.

“What about us, metalhead?. We gonna watch that marathon of The Twilight Zone?” he smiled and held you tightly, nodding.

“Sure, babe. I’ll wait for you at my place.” it wasn’t new that he called you babe. You loved it, and it made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“Awesome!” is in the best humor, you hugged him, placing your chin on the top of his head. “Let’s go, you can escort me to my next class”

“Sorry, sweetheart. I have a deal to make” he said standing up, taking his black lunchbox. “But we can smoke some of this after school before you have to do your thing with the dance team” he points at his lunchbox and you nod smiling.

“Okay. Bye guys!” Eddie looks as you walk away from their table. “Don’t forget your lunch, Mike and Dustin”

“I have the best school mom. Mike, she made empanadas!” Eddie analyzes his friend's words. You are their babysitter, a school mother to them. He decided that on that spring break, he would ask you to go on a date, and he would confess his feelings for you. You were out of this planet, the most perfect human he ever met.

Soon to be mine, pumpkin, he thought.

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You silently scream when you close the door of the classroom. Some of the guys inside give you bad looks, but you spot Nancy at one of the tables, so you run on her direction.

She was working on her notebook, and once she noticed you, she smiled at you. Seating in front of her you giggle.

“You’re smiling like an idiot. What happened?” she asks teasing. You giggle again and cover your face.

“I love him, I love him!. Nance, I’m in love” she rolls her eyes and closes her notebook, looking at you with a playful grin.

“Let me guess. Munson?” you nod aggressively.

“He called me gorgeous and I know I shouldn’t be excited because it’s nothing new but he keeps calling me babe. And today we’re doing a marathon of The Twilight Zone, it’s a sleepover!” Nancy was the only one who knew you loved Eddie. She wasn’t a big fan of his reputation, but after hearing you the whole fall semester daydreaming about him, she knew the guy wasn’t that bad.

“I’ve seen you in the halls and the tennis courts. You look cute together, I think you should tell him how you feel” you open your eyes. And you imagine what could happen if you confessed to your best friend.

a) Eddie could hug you and tell you how much he loved you too. b) Eddie could laugh at your face and ask if it was a joke, you would say that of course it was a joke and The Twilight Zone marathon wouldn’t be ruined.

“What if he doesn’t feel the same? I can’t lose my male best friend when my female best friend is leaving for college” she laughs, and you smile at her.

“You want to go back to California, it’s the same thing” this time you laugh.

“Well yeah but, Eddie is not planning to go to college, he can easily go with me, it would even benefit him if he really wants to go for the rockstar path” Nancy rolls her eyes, she firmly believes that every graduate should go to college, or at least community.

“If he doesn’t feel the same. You will maturely say that it’s fine, that it doesn’t have to get awkward, and that you still love him as a friend.” she’s right, even if it hurts his rejection, you have to ask him. Otherwise, you would never know if your feelings were reciprocated.

“You’re such a smartass, Nance. But yeah, I’ll tell him tonight”

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As you enter the trailer park, you feel your heart beating so fast. You’re excited, you want to reach Eddie’s place so bad.

This time, there was no fancy dress or sexy boots. It was some lilac sports pants, with a pink hoodie and some converse shoes. With freshly washed hair and just some gloss, no makeup. After the game you went home and took a shower, you didn’t see any of your friends, but it didn’t matter since you had a lot of plans with them during the spring break.

You notice Eddie’s van, and you sigh in relief that he’s there. You think of knocking on the door and waiting for him to open for you, but… that would be weird. There was one time when you woke up with Eddie smoking on your balcony, you didn’t even know he had a key to your home. Anyways, you just knocked once and then opened the door.

“Eddie! I’m here…” you drop your bag at the entrance, but you freeze once you see a blonde girl in the middle of the living room.

“Chrissy! What are you doing here?” you ask confused once you notice it’s Chrissy Cunningham in her cheerleader outfit. She shyly smiles at you.

“Uhh… Eddie, he is…” her voice sounded nervous, and you slightly frowned. The footsteps coming from the bedrooms became louder, and then, Eddie appeared.

“Oh, pumpkin!. I-, I should have told you…” he says, he also sounds nervous. And you think the worst.

“Tell me what?…” You think of possibilities, but none of them explain why she was there, in his place. Maybe she was asking for drugs during lunch.

Oh no.

Maybe that was the reason why Eddie was so smiley, because he was about to meet with her, and that’s why he didn’t escort you to your classes or why he didn’t appear in the dance class after school to smoke with you. He didn’t even tell you to stop at his campaign this time. Of course, he would be excited, it was Chrissy Cunningham, the pretty and popular girl.

“Nevermind. I’m sorry to interrupt, excuse me…” you quickly say, opening the door and exiting. Your eyes turned red, threatening to spill some tears and show how embarrassed you were feeling.

“Hey, pumpkin, wait!. Where are you going?” Eddie yells, running towards you. Calming your breathing and trying to avoid the tears, you turn around and look at him.

“Nothing, but you should have told me you had other plans” you state, crossing your arms, spilling some venom in your voice.

“I wasn’t planning it. I completely forgot about you, I’m sorry…” he says vaguely.

I completely forgot about you, Auch.

“Yeah no worries, have a nice night, Munson.” he grabs your wrist when you try to walk away to your car.

“Ah, I see it. You’re jealous!” you want to laugh, but in an embarrassing way. His smile is so narcissistic, or egocentric, but you don’t like it, it’s mocking you.

“What? No, Eddie. For fucks sake!” you weren’t jealous, you just were disappointed.

“Yes, you are. I mean Cunningham is hot as fuck but…” double Auch.

“I don’t care! just let me go, Eddie!” at that point you were crying, and you couldn’t care anymore.

“Woah, hey… Are you crying? You’re scaring me, What’s wrong, babe?” you burst into tears when he calls you babe. You don’t want to overreact, but it was being impossible.

“Everything’s fine, Eddie” you’re surprised that you yelled, but it was hard with all the sudden emotions you were going through. You wipe your tears and turn, ready to leave, but you won’t feel better if you don’t tell him what you were supposed to say in the first place.

“You know what? Yeah, there’s something wrong. I’m not jealous, I’m feeling heartbroken because I was ready to confess that I love you. And it hurts me so much to see that you don’t feel the same, all the times I thought you were flirting or flattering me wasn’t real, you were just being nice” Eddie just stays there, watching and hearing in shock. You know he’s not gonna say anything so you continue. “But it’s my fault because you never said anything that could make me think you actually loved me, you were just being my best friend. It’s my fault!”

“And maybe yes, I’m a little jealous because you were with her, but don’t blame me for being sad because we already had plans together. It’s not cool to find you with another girl in a very questionable situation” your sobs make him feel guilty, he instantly regretted saying Chrissy was hot and pushing you to accept that you were jealous.

“You just said you completely forgot about me…” you almost whisper it, because it was probably what hurt you the most. “I’m so sorry Eddie, I didn’t mean to fall in love with you. And I’m sorry I’m the one breaking up this friendship” you can’t stand there anymore, so you walk as fast as you can to your car and drive away.

Leaving Eddie in complete shock, after some seconds he debated whether hop in his van and go after you, to tell you that he loved you too and everything was a misunderstanding. But he couldn’t leave Chrissy, so he decided to leave Chrissy at his home, and have the night to think about your words and set the perfect apology.

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The lady in the gas station asks you if you are okay after seeing your red eyes and messy hair. To which you replied the truth.

“Just some boy who broke my heart” the lady nods, understanding.

“Oh, don’t be sad, darling. When that happens, there are two options; make him cry harder than you’re doing, or ignore him to death. Either way, it’ll make you feel better” that was very unexpected, and it caused a genuine smile on your face.

“That’s the best advice I’ve heard, thank you so much” the lady doesn’t even notice that she charged you for a small bottle of alcohol.

After getting into your car, you open the bottle and turn on the stereo. So you analyze all the events that happened.

You were supposed to have a usual sleepover with Eddie. But when you arrived, he was with Chrissy Cunningham, to do God knows what. Then he admits he completely forgot about you and then he says in your face that he finds that girl hot as fuck, and pushes you to admit you were jealous.

Such a big ego, you think.

All the times he hugged you, he kissed your head, it was just you falling in love. All those beautiful words he said to you, it was just him being nice to you.

It was only you, creating the perfect love story. Because maybe you liked the idea of him, of him falling in love with you too.

Well, what a wrong idea of him you caught.

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*And two minutes later after reader drove away, Chrissy died lol 🧘🏻‍♀️

I don’t remember the exact order of volume 1. That explains and adds more cringe to my poor writing 🥳

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #this is cringy #stranger things #joseph quinn #Spotify