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M/n: Nobody never bited me before.

Eddie: can i?

M/n: if you want to.

Eddie: Fuck, your nasty, my boy.

Robin: GET A ROOM.

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Eddie Munson X Professor! Male Reader || ONE ||

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|| Masterlist || TWO ||

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Authors note: This idea just came to me and I couldn’t let it go, just to let you know this takes place during the mid 90’s. We’re going to ignore Vol 2 and say that Vecna gets defeated and everything is perfect! Sort of…anyways, enjoy this long ass shot that I created and be ready for the next part soon! If you want to be tagged on the second part let me know! I rarely do tags but I’m willing to do it for this one ☺️!

Summary: Eddie survives the upside down and Vecna is no more. After turning back to Hawkins, the town continues to hate him and decided to leave town and find his way to college, giving himself a new future and another chance at life. He just didn’t expect himself roll around in his Professor bedsheets.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, NSFW, Eddie and reader are in their 20s, age gap, Professor reader, student eddie, 90’s, Dustin is sarcastic, mentions of the upside down, anxiety, panic attacks, kissing, dating, mentions of failure, eddie has fears, reader is a sweetheart, good boy kink, secret relationship, teasing, sexual tension.

Word count: 6.2k ( Originally it was 12k but I cut it in half )

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Eddie is a twenty three year old in college and living away from Hawkins. After the small town grew to hate him for something he didn’t cause, his own uncle was able to help him escape the hell hole of a town. Providing him enough money for a new place and to apply for college. Eddie didn’t see himself as a college man, too busy focusing on his Music and playing around with fifteen year old children with their D&D campaign.

Eddie knew that if he stayed longer in Hawkins, people would continue to hate him for the death of Chrissy. So, Eddie packed up his things and said goodbye to his uncle and to his friends. He promised them that he is to visit during the holidays and spend his time back here where his family and friends. But, so far Eddie has been too busy with his classes and trying to pass his third year there. He’s so close to graduating and he can’t allow his grades to slip.

He didn’t expect himself to become a straight A student, spending most of his time studying since he didn’t make many friends in the city. He did try to make some friends but it’s like people never understood his chaotic energy, causing him to close up and remain quiet whenever he was alone or with crowds. He told himself that he had one year left, one year of college before he graduates and then he’s finally able to leave. Maybe head back home to Hawkins and see his old friends or perhaps start over in a different state that’ll accept him for him.

Eddie was still growing up and his future was ahead of him. Summer break was approaching and his semester was ending, finals were approaching and he wasn’t doing good in Literature. The man never really liked the class, it was too boring and quiet, he never understood the assignments and his professor…

His professor was something else.

Eddie didn’t expect himself to fall in love with his literature professor, he never really cared about gender. Eddie rolled both ways and he didn’t mind that, he just didn’t expect himself to gain a crush on his twenty-five year old professor. One of the youngest professors on college campus.

Everyone knew who Professor Y/n was, he was the youngest and smartest man there. Every girl who took his class also had a crush on him, hell. Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if the guys fell for him too. Y/n was polite and patient and his voice was soothing, Eddie could listen to it all day but because of his distractions in class he was failing and badly.

Eddie continued to fail each quiz and if he didn’t pass his final he would have to retake this class again for next semester, not that he minded really—but he couldn’t see himself going down that road again. He didn’t want to fail again. So, Eddie stays after class, once the room is empty he approaches his professor who was busy packing up his things.

“Uh, professor Y/n?” He calls out, tilting his head to the side only to be startled back when his professor faced him. A smile on his lips as he puts his books in his bag. “How can I help you, Munson?”

Eddie gaps. “You know my name?”

Y/n chuckles. “Of course I do, why wouldn’t I know my number one failing student?”

Eddie didn’t know if he was being sarcastic or honest but the way his voice pitched and his smile widened made him feel like he was being mocked.

“Right, about that.” Eddie clears his throat. “I know I’m failing this class and wish to pass it so that I don’t have to retake it next semester. I was wondering if there is a way that I can still pass, maybe do some extra credit?” He asks, nervously fidgeting with his rings on his fingers.

His professor sighing deeply, leaning his hand against his desk as he thinks. “I can provide extra credit but I suggest finding a tutor who can help you.”

“Why not you?”

“I’m your professor, Munson. I can’t tutor you while grading everyone’s work.”

“I know, but just this once. A private lesson with you so that I can understand the assignments better.” Eddie pleads, he was desperate to pass this damn class.

Y/n latched his book bag, holding it in his hand before turning to face Eddie. “Alright Munson, just one lesson. In my office tomorrow after three.” He instructs, causing Eddie jump in victory. A smile crossing his face as he laughs, “you won’t regret it!” Eddie reminds him before bolting out of the classroom.

Eddie spends the whole day doing his assignments in the library, completing them in order to provide them to his professor for further feedback. He wants to make sure that he’s doing it correctly and to at least understand some of the work. He spends all day getting his work done until night falls, causing him to look up from his work and stare at the window. The sun was setting and the library was closing soon.

He takes his time packing up and remembers that he is suppose to contact Dustin today, catching him up on his daily life and listening to Dustin ramble on about his adventures in Hawkins or the weird shit that he and his friends got into. The good thing about being friends with the little bastard is that he’s able to help him communicate without having to use the phone.

Dustin gave Eddie a special radio that’s easy for them to talk through without him having to stand in an empty quiet hallway, talking to Dustin without thinking of other students eavesdropping on their conversation, the thought of people staring at him made him feel anxious. He’d rather have his conversation in private and enjoy the stories dustin tells him. It doesn’t take long for him to arrive back to his private room, he got lucky when he first came to the city. He had enough to afford a private room since he wasn’t willing to share and he wanted his privacy.

Approaching his desk he sets his bag on the floor and sits down, taking the radio in his hands and turning it on. “Earth to Dustin, earth to Dustin. It’s six-thirty our usual meeting time. Are you there?” He sits silently, hearing the static but no response back. “Dustin, you there?” Still nothing. “Anyone?” The static was back on, silence filled the room. It was strange for Dustin not to answer, but there could be a possibility of the kid being busy.

Eddie sighs in defeat after trying a few more times and still no response. So, he turns off his radio and sets it back down on his desk, leaning back in his seat as he stares at the blank ceiling. His room is quiet, the halls are quiet too, he’s spent the last few years like this, Locked away in his room and repeating the same routine over and over again. Nothing ever changed, he’s tried to go to parties or go out for drinks every once an awhile but no matter what he did he always felt Lonely.

Eddie yawns deeply as he comes to stand from his seat, walking over to his bed and falling down face first. Instead of waiting for Dustin’s reply he decided to get some early sleep, he wouldn’t have his first class until noon and had the rest of the morning to himself.

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Eddie had forgotten about his private lesson with professor Y/n. He was too focused on getting things done that he nearly missed meeting the professor once it hit three, arriving to his office on time and knocking on the door. It only took a few seconds before his professor is letting him inside, pushing the door open to reveal his professor sitting at his desk while looking into his previous class work.

“Munson, your late.”

“By five minutes.” Eddie mumbled out, closing the door behind him and walking up to his desk, sitting across from him and dropping his bag down on his lap. He pulls the zipper open and digs out his notes and assignments. “I took my time to get some things done first—want you to check them first and see what it is that I’m doing wrong.” He sets the small stack of papers on the desk, pushing them forward as Y/n takes the assignments and hums. It only takes him a few seconds to look at the assignments before saying. “It’s not that you don’t get the assignment, you just don’t know what to say.” He takes one of the essays. “For example, your writing about the story, providing a summary.” He explains. “But you’re not explaining on how it made you feel—write it like you've experienced it and want others to know about it.”

Eddie sits back, taking in the information. Maybe his professor was right, every time they did a new assignment he would usually complete it by what he knows and not by what he learned. He sighs to himself, leaning forward and staring at his essays. “What do I have to do to get a passing grade?”

Y/n smiles. “Well, since your very determined to get a good grade how about this.” He pushed his chair back, opening his drawer and pulling out a folder, he digs through it until he finds the paper work he was looking for. He sets it in front of Eddie. It was all of his past quizzes “I’ll let you redo your quizzes, if you can at least pass five of these I’ll be able to change your grade—along with one of your essays. Once you show me that you can get this done correctly, then maybe you can pass your final.”

“And if I don’t?”

Y/n sits back in his seat. “Then you fail.” The professors honesty earned him a wince from Eddie. He looked tired and stressed, knowing what he has to do in order to get his passing grade. Eddie didn’t want to fail again, he nearly failed at school and they could have failed killing Vecna if it wasn’t for him distracting the bats along with Dustin. He looks at his assignments and with a soft nod he agrees to the terms. “How long can I take?”

“I’ll give you two weeks, give yourself some time to correct these. While also trying to ace my next quiz and essay coming up.” Eddie mentally groans to himself, not only is he correcting his work but he’s getting more work piled up. He felt behind in this class and he was so close to dropping out of it, but he’s in to deep.

“Alright,” Eddie stands from his seat, clutching the assignments in hand. “I’ll get these done before next week hits—“

“Eddie, don’t stress yourself.”

“How can I not? Finals is approaching, your class is the only one I’m failing and I can’t let that happen. I’m so close to graduating and I can’t have anything set me back.” Eddie was desperate to pass, he only had one year left before graduation. All of his classes were passing but this one, no matter how small the set back was.

Y/n was slowly feeling guilty. Yes, he was a strict teacher towards students and they always tried to find ways to get things done easily but Eddie was different. He can see the determination in his eyes of wanting to pass this year without having any failing classes. So, he stands from his desk and rounds the table, taking the assignments from Eddie and only giving him two.

“Why don’t we do this instead—you get these two done by tonight and tomorrow you see me again and I’ll grade them, provide feedback, and see what I can do to help. Will take small steps.”

“And the essay?”

“Essay comes last, focus on getting these done first and the upcoming quiz you have this Friday.” Eddie slowly smiles at his professor, glancing at the assignments before nodding. “Alright, Will see each other again tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, same time and in my office.” He explains, watching Eddie nod before leaving his office. Y/n sighs to himself and leans back in his desk, smiling softly to himself, before putting the rest of the assignments away.

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Eddie is quick to correct his work, setting it aside as he gets started on studying for the next quiz that is coming up this Friday. He’s distracted by everything that he doesn’t hear the radio going off, the sound of Dustin’s static voice as he calls out to him.

“—ddie.”

“Eddie!”

Eddie is startled out of his study, turning around in his chair to stare at the radio next to his bed, going silent as he waits for another response. Hoping that it wasn’t his imagination.

“Come in Eddie!” He hears Dustin’s annoyed tone, the same tone that reminds him of the kids big fat ego. Eddie sighs to himself, setting his stuff aside before standing from his seat and snatching the radio from his bedside, clicking the button down as he speaks back. “It’s late Dustin, this better be good.” It was nearing eleven and he’s been up all night completing his work and getting ready for his next quiz for this week. He didn’t have time rest or sleep, too focused on getting it done.

“Geez, can’t take a small break?” He hears Dustin ask on the other end.

Eddie chuckles to himself, shaking his head. “Not when I’m trying to pass a class. Do you want me to visit Hawkins or would you like me to stay here instead?” He questions.

The radio goes silent. He can already imagine Dustin’s frantic panic at the thought of him spending summer break in the city then back with him and his friends in Hawkins.

“Are you crazy?! You really think I can stand the others without you for the next four months?!”

Eddie responds back with a laugh, he know how well Dustin gets along with everyone else but the little bastard always found ways to find something annoying about them or get themselves into trouble. Henderson was a ball of energy and sarcasm, he was a genius but the kid was easily attached to him and if he missed this year to visit Hawkins. Dustin would for sure come after him.

“Don’t worry my little warrior, I’ll be there next month. I just need to ace this final and you guys can have me for the next four months out.” Eddie stands from his bed, walking towards his desk and putting his finished assignments away in his bag, he leaves the unfinished work to the side. It was easy to complete and could get it some during one of his other periods, right now he was mainly focused on professor Y/n’s quizzes.

Eddie froze at the thought of the Professor having to teach him everyday, privately. Everything was quickly coming to him, the thought of the two of them spending majority of the day together. He did have a crush on the Professor and knew that nothing is to happen between them. Eddie didn’t know if his professor even had a thing for men or women? He never heard or seen his professor with anyone romantically, maybe he was single and preferred to keep it that way?

Eddie was too distracted by his sudden thoughts that he doesn’t realize Dustin talking to him through the radio. The kid was rambling about Steve and his friends and what they are planning on doing for the summer. He shakes the thoughts out of his head and focused on the conversation, listening to Dustin talk.

“—anyways, oh! Steve said that a family friend of his was visiting town and that he won’t be around much.” He could hear the eye roll. “Son of a bitch promised to take us camping but he’d rather spend time with someone he rarely knows.”

Eddie hums. “Maybe he’ll ditch his guest and continue on with the camping plans.” He shrugs his shoulders, moving silently around his room and getting ready for bed. “Either way, talk to Steve about the plans and see if they got changed or if we can still do the camping idea. Right now, I have to get some rest—got to meet with my professor tomorrow and gotta get ready for my finals.” He lets Dustin know about his plans for tomorrow, before Dustin can say anything else he’s quick to turn off the radio.

He tossed it on the empty side of his bed, getting under the sheets and lying down in the darkness after he turned off the remaining lights, which was really his light desk. He tries to get some shut eye but the thought of seeing Y/n again keeps him awake for the rest of the night.

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Eddie barley got any sleep once morning hit, dark bags under his eyes and hair all messy. It takes him a few minutes to get ready for the day, ignoring the way his eyes looked as he got his things and heads out of his dorm. He makes his way downstairs, ignoring any other morning students that he passed. After staying in the city for a few years he’s grown to distance himself from others he didn’t really like.

He’s been known as the ‘freak’ of Hawkins and he didn’t want to be seen as the freak here. He’s been doing fine on his own that he doesn’t need any friends here, once he’s done with school he’ll be able to return back home and find himself a stable job that he will enjoy. Eddie was still into music, playing his guitar whenever he had the time and writing music, he considered his music more of a hobby since the interest of engineering caught his attention. Before his dad left him he was taught how to take care of cars and what to look for whenever it broke down, he learned many things from his dad at a young age before he was left with his uncle.

He stopped messing around with cars and focused on his music, but now that he’s on his own he’s decided to pick up engineering again. Hopefully that’s able to help him out with his future just a bit. As he walks around the hallways, turning a corner he slams into a broad chest. He stumbled back surprised and ready to throw a fit at whoever he slammed into.

“Eddie?”

Eddies eyes widen, looking up to see professor Y/n standing in front of him. He squints his eyes at him, taking him in. His hair was messy and his clothes are all over the place, his tie loose while he holds some papers in his left hand. “You okay?” He hears him ask, snapping him back to reality as Eddie nods. “Yeah, just didn’t see where I was going.” He mumbled out, too tired to even process what was going on.

He hears Y/n chuckle. “Looks like neither of us got some rest.” He points out, also taking notice of the dark bags under Eddie’s eyes as he rubs the tiredness away. “Yeah, was up all night talking to an old friend and getting work done.” He explains, not knowing why he was telling him this.

Professor Y/n hums. “Can’t say that I relate. I was suppose to have these papers graded by today and forgot last night. So, I stayed up to finish.”

Eddie smirks. “Professor Y/n, slacking off? That’s not normal.” He teased, knowing how professional and ready Y/n is, he was the star teacher of college. Everyone knew who he was and what he did due to him being the youngest teacher ever. Both he and Eddie were only a few years apart and it wouldn’t surprise him if Y/n passed as a college student.

“Very funny, Munson.” Y/n smacks the top of Eddie’s head with his paper work, giving him a soft glare. “I hope you got your work done.” He was referring to the quizzes. Eddie swats his hand away, grumbling. “Of course I got it done. I’m trying to get my shit finished.”

Eddie was too tired to care about his language and Y/n was too tried to scold the man from the way he spoke. The Professor raised a brow, checking the time on the watch around his wrist. “Classes don’t start for another thirty minutes, if you like I can review your work before coming to class?” He offers, willing to push up their meeting time a little earlier.

Eddie is quick to nod, agreeing with the professors idea. “Let’s.” He adds, causing the other to chuckle before guiding them back to the professors office. The halls are semi empty, some students walking around in silence due to it being too early. Some students were either walking with friends or heading down to the lunch rooms to buy a morning breakfast or get themselves some coffee.

Y/n could go for a coffee right now, something to keep him awake—or perhaps he can cancel his class and head back home and sleep. But, he knows he can’t do that. Not when he promised his students that they would be getting their graded assignments back today or else all of that time he wasted without sleeping was for nothing.

Upon reaching his office, he’s quick to unlock it and pushing the door open. Allowing Eddie inside first who stepped inside the room, taking in the warm comfortable silence.

“Here let me Just—“ Y/n gets his desk cleaned up, setting the stack of papers aside and sitting across from Eddie, yawning tiredly. “Alright.” He murmured out while Eddie fished out his assignments, handing them over to his professor who takes them in his hands, scanning through the assignments and reading through everything twice. The professors tilts his head to the side at current parts of the assignment, questioning Eddie on how he got the result.

Once Eddie provided the explanation on his he got his answer it was easier for Y/n to understand what he meant. “At first I thought you were failing but, turns out that you just explain things in a different way. Sometimes they don’t make sense but after you explained to me the process it makes better sense.” He blurts out, setting the papers down and rubbing the back of his neck. “So far you’ve done well, I’ll still have to see how you get the rest done before your essay.”

Eddie gives a small soft smile, glad that he’s gotten it done. “I’ll give you a passing grade for those two but, here are the other two that you will be working on for this week.” Y/n fished out the folder and hands Eddie another two of his old quizzes that he is suppose to fix. Eddie takes them in his hands and sighs, “Thank you.” He whispers, putting the papers away before asking. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Why are you helping me?”

Y/n chuckles. “Eddie, I’m you professor I’m suppose to help.”

“No—I know, what I’m trying to ask is. Why help me? I mean, any student who has the chance to make corrections and fix their late assignments would be happy but you never allowed it until I came in. So why me?”

Y/n sighs to himself, leaning forward to cross his arms on his desk, focusing on the closed curtain to his right, wanting to remain distracted. “Because you remind me of myself.” He tells Eddie, giving him a glance. “I see your struggle and how much you want to get things down. I was like that when I was young, no one believed that I would make it this far and now look,” he says. “I’m the youngest teacher here and graduated early from high school and college only to become a professor here. I worked hard and focused on what I wanted.”

Eddie never really knew why Y/n became a professor, it wasn’t his business to know but the fact that Y/n was telling him this made him feel better. He wasn’t studying to become something big, no. He was afraid of failing everyone he knew, afraid of showing them his failure for school and college. He rarely socialized or spoke to anyone about his life.

Hawkins did leave a horrible scar on him, from being the towns freak to fighting off the upside down with his friends. Once they defeated Vecna he expected things to get better but they never did, the town still hated him for Chrissy’s murder. The police was able to sweep up the mess and covered up the story, letting the town know that Eddie wasn’t the person who got her killed and blamed it on drugs.

That didn’t stop the town from thinking of him differently. Even though he visited every summer he usually remained indoors and never went anywhere alone, afraid that someone would come after him and continue to blame him.

“Don’t stress yourself too much, Eddie. Everyone is allowed to be selfish every once an awhile.”

Y/n stands from his seat and gently placed a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze before letting go. “I should get going.” He added before leaving the office with Eddie alone. Eddie bites his lip, gripping his bag close as he glanced back to the door, deciding for himself if he was ready to leave the room.

The rest of the month went by quickly. Eddie spent majority of his time in Y/n’s office, getting the help he needed and passing his assignments. The longer he spent with Y/n the more he learned about the professors life, so far he’s found out that the professor has an older brother who’s a doctor while his parents live on the country side. He spoke highly of his parents and how hard they worked for their children to get into college and at least have an education. Y/n’s family sounded nice and comforting, Eddie enjoyed their time together.

Eddie had also taken notice of the way his professor spoke, with a soft tone full of knowledge, he spoke highly about his lectures and how much he wanted his students to learn and pass. Their were times where their hands would graze or fingers would touch whenever the Professor reached out for his paper. Eddie’s crush for the Professor slowly grew to the point where he didn’t know what to do.

Again, he knew that nothing would ever happen between them. But each time he sees the man he can he’ll but close up, getting flustered around him and skipping their meet ups every once an awhile, not wanting to be discovered about his attraction towards his Professor. Eddie knew he is to keep these feelings deep down and ignore them, but each time the professor entered the classroom during one of their sessions—those feelings would quickly come back.

Finals was this week before the year was over, Eddie had already taken his tests from other classes and won’t be getting the results back until summer break hits. So far, Professor Y/n’s class is the only one he had left, which is why he’s sitting in the middle row, watching Y/n as he passed out the test.

“Again, this test is worth half of your grade—once you complete the test feel free to bring it up to my desk and you are free to go. Your final grade will be provided before summer break hits.” Y/n hands the sheets out, reaching Eddie’s row as he sets the test in front of him. A small grin on Y/n’s lips. “Good luck.” He whispered before he continued handing the tests.

Once everyone and their final, Y/n stands in front of the class. “You have to rest of the class hour to get this complete. Good luck and begin.” He gives everyone a smile before the sound of rustling pages is heard throughout the room. Every student focusing on their own work while Eddie tapped his pencil, reading the passages and writing down his answers, he tries his best to take his time but his anxiety was making things worse, causing him to rush through the test.

Y/n was silently walking down the rows, keeping a close eye on all of his students. He held a book in hand that he wound read every once an awhile before focusing back on the class. After thirty minutes a few of his students have already finished, moving up to the front and placing their papers on his desk. Little by little the classroom grew smaller, students were finishing up and leaning the class.

As the room continued to grow empty, only six of his students were left and one of them was Eddie. Who sat alone in his room, focusing hard on his test. A pencil in hand and another tucked behind his ear while holding a concentrated expression. Y/n sighs nervously, moving to the front of the class to organize the papers, receiving the last few tests to the point where Eddie was the last to finish.

Eddie approaches Y/n. A completed test in hand as he holds it out to him. Y/n smiles and gently takes it. “If you want I can grade it right now?” He offers.

Eddie nervously shakes his head. “No, I’d rather wait.”

“Sounds find to me.” Y/n can tell how nervous Eddie is, so he randomly sticks his test in between the others. Letting him know that his test won’t be the first or the last to be graded.

“Enjoy your break, Eddie.”

Eddie’s breath hitched. “I—thank you for your help. I really enjoyed our time.” Eddie couldn’t say if he was ever going to see Y/n again, either he passed or failed the class he wouldn’t be seeing y/n again or spending anymore time with him. So, he enjoyed their last moments in his office before the final hit.

“Have a great summer Professor Y/n.” Eddie adds before rushing out of the classroom and heading back to his dorm room. His results won’t be come in until two days before break hits, giving him time to pack up his things and getting ready to visit Hawkins for the next few months. As Eddie walked further away from his classes and closed to his room, his anxiety was slowly seeping away. The minute he’s inside he’s quick to grab the radio from his night stand and reach out to Dustin to confirm their summer plans.

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“The king is here!”

Eddie laughs as a group of teenagers throw themselves on him, hugging him and laughing in joy of seeing him again. He smiles widely when he pulls away from Dustin’s grip, holding him by the shoulders. “Never change Henderson, looks like you kept that promise.”

He flicks Dustin’s hat, causing the kid to laugh.

He’s quick to greet the others, giving Mike and Lucas a welcome hug. Eddie was considered an adult and if people knew that he hung out with teenagers younger than him, they’ll continue to find ways to avoid him and keep everyone away from him. But Eddie wasn’t the only adult who hung around them. Steve, Nancy, and Robin also grew close of the teens, after being on the upside down together it somehow brought them closer.

“Are you staying at your uncles?”

Dustin asks, following Eddie who rounded his van and pulling the side door open. “Nope.” He responds, pulling a bag towards him and unzipping it. “My uncle is gonna be gone for the whole month—got a special job of some sorts.” He shrugs his shoulders. “I’m going to be staying at a Motel for the first month and then I’ll be back with my uncle.”

Dustin frowns. “You’ll be okay on your own?” Dustin knew the terror Eddie went through when the town started coming after him, the poor man couldn’t go anywhere alone. But Eddie knew he can handle the town on his own if anything were to happen.

“I’ll be fine. I’ve dealt with monsters, I think I can handle Hawkins.” Eddie gives dustin a reassuring smile. He didn’t want to upset the kid after traveling so far to see him again.

“If you say so.” Dustin brushes off his concerns. “How were finals?” He finally asks while watching Eddie empty out his bag with some of his belongings, mainly food and water was in the bag he unzipped. “Good.” Eddie’s smile falters a little as he remembers waking up early on the day of test scores, rushing out of his dorm to get to the office on time where he was given his final grades.

Eddie had passed all of his classes, including Y/n’s. He didn’t know how to feel at the thought of never seeing the Professor again, well, not really, he still saw him everyone once awhile in the building but being able to speak with him again in private is something he won’t be able to do again.

He was upset on the ride here but was quick to tell himself that nothing was ever going to happen in the first place.

“I’ll be graduating next year.”

Dustin grows happy for him, knowing that he’ll be graduating soon.

“Anyways, what are the plans?”

Dustin nods. “It looks like we are still going to our camping trip for the week. Steve wants us go all meet at his house and drop our stuff off their, will be staying the week there until it’s time for us to head out.”

“Wait, I thought Steve said that he was having a guest over?”

“Yeah, well, this guest of his will be staying at his place for a month. Steve’s parents aren’t home but are letting this guy stay their to release some stress from work—whoever the hell he is.”

“And he’s gonna be okay with a house packed full of kids and adults?”

Dustin glared at Eddie. “I’m not a kid.” He bites out. Eddie can only roll his eyes as he closed the door from his van. “Well, I guess I’ll be spending the week with you all before getting my room for the month.” With that, Eddie begins to help the teenagers and loading their stuff into his van since he was the one driving them to Steve’s place. He helps Lucas and Mike with their things before they head out to pick up Will, El, and Jonathan. He’s told that the rest of the others would meet up at Steve’s.

So, he makes multiple trips around the neighborhood, picking everyone up and driving to Steve’s House. “Damn, Steve lives here?” Eddie whistles as he parks the van on the side of the road.

“Steve’s parents are rich.” Mike is quick to say as everyone gets out of the van. Eddie chuckles between groans as he steps out of the car and starts to stretch, popping his muscles and sighing in relief.

“Alright,” He watches the others unload the van. “I’ll go let Steve know that we are here.” He lets the others know before heading towards the door, giving it a few knocks as he waits, placing his hands on his hips and gazing at the others over his shoulder. Watching the teens argue with each other when they find out that they forget to pack certain things. Eddie smiles to himself before the door unlocks.

Eddie turns back around. “Hey Steve, where do you want the little lambs to put their—“

Eddie froze, stuttering as his eyes widen. When they land on his Professor, standing on the other side of the door wearing casual clothes, looking like a normal human being and not someone who always wore fancy clothes to class.

“Eddie?”

“Professor.” He breaths out in shock.

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Tags: @guiltofpleasures @rainbowcoloreddonut @thisismystrangeaddiction @starrylegend @1s3v3n1

#male reader #eddie munson #Eddie Munson x male reader #stranger things x male reader #stranger things #jospeh quinn #Joseph Quinn x male reader #dustin stranger things #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #lucas sinclair #eleven #Vecna #AU #professor x male reader #Professor x student AU #Professor x student #au idea #college AU

[over--and-out]

Can I get Eddie Munson x reader where he's comforting them while they're dealing with a bad home life? (Dealing with this irl and could use some comfort)

A Steady Hand

Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Summary: Usually you can hear your parents arguing through the walls of the trailer, even if you're in your room with your headphones on. You just didn't think that your neighbor would be able to hear them too.

Warnings: Yelling, arguing, mentions of abuse, physical proof of abuse, close encounter with violence (reader is almost harmed,) protective Eddie, Eddie yelling at adults, police

Author's Note: I love this request dearly and I hold it close to my heart. This writing is coming from my soul on this one, I understand having a bad home life. And anon, I you need help on it please don't hesitate to reach out for it.

If you or someone you know is being abused, please call this help line as soon as possible.

1(800)-799-7233

That being said, please enjoy the fic and don't continue reading if you get to a point where you're feeling mentally unwell. Stay safe and look out for yourselves. I'm sorry for droning on. I'm sorry if this isn't exactly what you were wanting.

You ran your hand over your face, your Walkman loosely clutched in your hand as you stared at the ceiling. Your music was playing at full blast, an older song from some 70s album playing. You couldn't pay attention to it even with how much you tried to. Your step-dad's yelling pierced through any other sound coming from your headphones and at this point it was just getting annoying.

You heard a door slam in finality, your cue that the argument was over. You'd been dying for some water, so you slid your legs off the side of the bed and you stepped to the floor where the cold seeped into your skin.

Padding to the kitchen, you pulled a cup down from the cabinet and walked to the sink before the door once again slammed.

"What are you doing up? It's 3 in the morning, boy." You couldn't help the flinch you gave, dropping the plastic cup you were holding before turning to your stepfather.

"Just getting some-" you were interrupted by a loud knock on the door, both you and your step-dad's gaze going to the source of the noise. His nose scrunched up in distaste.

"The hell could be knockin' at this time of night?"

He snatched the door open and you turned the corner to sneak a peek at who it was. A young man shorter than your stepfather was rocking back and forth on his heels, his long dark brown curls swaying back and forth with his movement. You peeked out from behind your stepfather as he spoke. "The hell you want? Aren't you from the next trailer over?"

You recognized him, Eddie Munson. You'd both hung out and you got along swimmingly well, but you were worried about what he was doing here.

"Uh, yeah man I'm your neighbor. That trailer real close? Yeah, close enough, I heard some yelling? Came to make sure everyone was okay." When he spoke of his own trailer, he pointed to it before whirling his head back around to look at your step-dad. He briefly glanced at you, only for a moment but it was a moment too long. The tall man whipped around to look at you and you flinched when the attention was suddenly on you.

"What're you still doing out?!"

"Uh- Hey- Let's calm down, right?" Eddie stepped forward, one foot inside the house and he reached out to touch the taller man on the shoulder in an attempt to get his attention back on himself.

It happened too fast for your brain to register, but your step-dad had managed to get Eddie thrown from the trailer, down the steps and onto the grass of the lawn. You panicked, already seeing the blood coming from Eddie's nose when he sat up and you rushed past your step-dad before he had time to catch you.

You gripped on to Eddie's forearm to help him up and he squinted at you. "No, I'm fine, I'm fine. Are you okay? You good?" You nodded and he nodded in return, patting your back. "If you don't feel safe, my Uncle is in our trailer. 'Kay?" He gave a nod and you nodded in return, standing up and beginning to make your way to the trailer.

"Get your ass in this house!" Your step-dad yelled and Eddie instinctively pushed you behind him. His front door opened and who you presumed was his uncle stepped onto the porch.

"Listen, you don't have to go. You don't have to listen to him, it'll be okay- Wayne, call the cops!" You nodded and turned and he followed behind you as you went to his trailer.

Wayne darted out of the way when you got to the door, the landline in his hand which he quickly handed to Eddie when the metalhead walked in behind you. "Yeah, here he is."

Eddie took the phone, puffing his cheeks and sighing under his breath. "Yyyyyyello? This is he. Yeah."

He wanders off into his room with the phone, the cord not letting him go far but you watch as he keeps glancing at you. You were so focused, you didn't notice Wayne offering you a wet washcloth.

"I dunno if you've got any injuries, but I'd rather not be pokin' and proddin' and invading your privacy." You smiled softly at him, taking the washcloth and giving him a thank you before Eddie came back into the living room. Wayne didn't even give Eddie the same courtesy he gave you, just pressing a washcloth to his nephew's nose and earning a hiss from the brunette.

"Hey- Wayne-" He winced again as he took a hold of the washcloth from the older man. There were loud bangs on the door and Wayne shook his head with a sigh before glancing at you.

"Door's locked and I've got my gun in the closet. You're safe." You nodded along, worrying about the idea of the gun and hoping it wouldn't come to that.

In your thoughts, you felt a gentle touch to your jaw and looked up to see Eddie's big brown eyes looking at you with worry. "Hey, you okay?" He moved to sit next to you on the couch you'd managed to sit down on and you scooted out of his way. "He won't get in, cops are on the way. Wayne's got work but I'll be here if you wanna stay."

You laughed softly at how giving he was being. You looked at the washcloth he was holding to his nose to catch the blood and gestured to it.

"I should be asking about you."

"I wasn't talking physically."

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"I was asking if you were okay up in that pretty head of yours." He gave a gentle tap to your temple for emphasis. "You don't have to worry about me, I'm fine. I'm supposed to be worrying about you." You stared at him for a long moment, taken back by his words. You didn't know what to say to that.

After a long moment, you sighed under your breath and flopped into Eddie, your head laying on his shoulder and he fumbled for a moment before resting his hand on your back.

"It's okay, it's okay. You're safe. I've got you." He gave Wayne a nod when the older man rubbed his back. He got a pat in return.

"Keep the door locked until the police get here. You stay safe, keep him safe." Eddie nodded and gave him a smile, patting Wayne on the shoulder. Wayne knew his boy would keep you Sage.

There was a knock on the door and he nodded again. "Speak of the devil." He opened the door and let the officer inside, Police Chief Hopper giving him a nod. Wayne said something about needing to go to work and he was excused, Hopper looking to where you were slumped against Eddie on the couch.

"It wasn't my fault this time. I swear."

"I know, we got your guy out there in cuffs. His wife testified against him and technically he was attempting a break-in." He gave a fake wince and shrug. Eddie laughed a bit and shook his head. He gently rubbed your back and leaned down to speak into your ear in a gentler tone.

"You hear him?" When you nodded, he kept speaking. "You want to go back home or stay the night? Whatever you feel more comfortable with." He looked up. "As long as we're not further needed." Hopper held his hands up.

"Nope, just came to tell you we caught the guy. Wanted to make sure the kid was okay." Eddie nodded and thanked him.

You had taken some time to talk to your mom and make sure she was okay. She'd said she was going to go see some friends and said you should spend some time with Eddie, stating that he was obviously calming for you and he was a safe person. You knew she was in a rough spot, but you did as she told you.

So here you were, it was 7 in the morning and you were currently dying laughing as Eddie told the tale of his latest adventure as a Dungeon Master.

"Yeah, Henderson was so confident that he goes 'I am going to kick your ass!' So I looked him dead in the eye and asked him, 'Oh really? Roll deception.' He was furious that I told him to roll deception instead of persuasion." You were dying of laughter and Eddie pulled the TV dinners out of the oven as he spoke. You were sitting on the counter wearing one of Eddie's shirts and a pair of boxers. He'd asked you if you wanted to take a shower and you accepted gratefully.

You'd missed hanging out with Eddie. He was a walking ray of good vibes and kindness and anybody who knew him could see it.

He finished prepping the food and laughed triumphantly as he handed you your own tray, smiling softly and you gave him a smile in return. "Thanks."

You both ate dinner for breakfast and settled down to watch a movie on the couch.

Even if things weren't that stable, you knew you could find some comfort in having Eddie close.

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[kyler-xoxo]

pick. - eddie

FEM aligned DNI or you WILL BE BLOCKED

request!! : hi!! i love you’re writing so much! i was wondering if you can make an imagine where reader and eddie, from stranger things, are childhood best friends. they’ve always had a thing for the other but don’t confess till it’s too late? i’m in desperate need of some angst

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“i have a gift for you.” y/n said with a smile. eddie’s brows furrowed, smile on his face. “oh? what is it?” he asked. y/n got up from eddie’s bed and walked to his bag by eddie’s desk, digging through it.

after about a minute, he pulled out a small box. he then walked over to eddie, plopping down beside the man and holding it out to him. “i know it’s not much, but.. happy birthday, ed’s.” y/n spoke. eddie eagerly took the box, sitting up straight and crossing his legs.

when he pulled off the top of the box, it revealed a guitar pick. “your.. your favorite pick..” eddie mumbled. it was connected to a chain, making a rattling noise when eddie picked it up. “turn it over.” y/n said, biting his lip nervously.

EM + (your first initial)w

eddie’s eyes widened at their initials, a small blush forming on his cheeks. he looked to y/n with a bright smile.

••••••

“y/n! y/n, come on!” eddie yelled. he and dustin had made it back through the gate when he noticed y/n had paused, looking off to the side as he gripped onto the bedsheets he was hanging off of.

“y/n, you’re so close! come on!” dustin screamed. “y/n, hurry up! please!” eddie begged, him and dustin jumping up and down frantically while screaming at the man on the other side of the gate. y/n looked between them and the door the bats were trying to break through.

y/n slipped back down the sheets, staring up at eddie. he wasn’t going to run. he was so fucking tired of running. he ran over to eddie’s couch, hearing as the two on the other side were screaming in protest.

“y/n, what’re you doing? no! y/n!” eddie screamed before y/n sliced through the make-shift rope with a sword. the bedsheet fell into dustin’s hands. “y/n!” dustin yelled. they watched as y/n picked up the mattress from the floor, throwing it across the room and away from the gate.

he was trying to keep eddie and dustin from coming back.

“y/n, stop! please! think about this, please!” eddie cried out. “y/n stop! stop, stop, stop!” dustin yelled, gripping his head in frustration. y/n slipped his head through the sling of the sword, which now rested against his back and he grabbed the shield with nails going through it.

“y/n, what’re you doing?!” eddie yelled. y/n looked up at him, smiling. “i’m buying more time.” he said, before disappearing from their line of sight. “no! y/n!” eddie screamed.

y/n raced out of eddie’s trailer, the bats quickly taking notice and screeching at him as he grabbed a bike from the ground. “oh my god, oh my god.” he mumbled to himself, mounting the bike and racing off. all the bags screeched, flying after him as he raced through the trailer park.

“i’m gonna fucking die!”

y/n panted as he rode, standing up on the bike to go faster. “come and get me, you motherfuckers!” y/n yelled out, glancing back at the swarm chasing him. “fuck me, fuck, oh my fuck!”

eddie looked around the room before throwing the mattress across the room, grabbing a chair, placing it below the gate. “dustin, i need you to stay here-“ “eddie, no-“ “dustin! just fucking stay here!” eddie yelled, dustin going quiet.

eddie then climbed onto the chair, hopping up and grabbing onto the gate.

y/n yelped as a bat knocked into him, throwing him off of the bike and flying across the gravel. he groaned, trying to sit up.

eddie yelled as he fell threw the gate, landing on the ground with a snapping noise. he screamed, quickly grabbing onto his leg. “eddie?! eddie, are you okay?” dustin screamed. “i’m fine!” eddie yelled, quickly getting up with determination.

y/n stood up and began running from the bats that were swarming around him before he slowed to a stop. all that flashed in his head was eddie.

his eddie.

he was going to do everything he could to protect him.

he turned towards the swarm, yielding the sword in one hand and the shield in the other. he rolled his neck. “fuck it.” he stood his ground before the bats started flying towards him and he yelled, shielding himself.

eddie stumbled out of the trailer. “y/n? y/n! y/n?!” he called out, looking around and starting off towards the noise of the bats. he seen all the bags swarming in one area. “y/n!” he screamed.

y/n stood in the middle, waiting for them to make the first move. one flew at him and he smacked it with the shield, only for another to attack his side. he grunted before smacking it away, repeating this action until something wrapped around his throat and he was thrown to the ground with a yelp.

bats pinned down his legs and hands, a tail wrapped around his throat. “e-ed’s.” he croaked out, trying to pull against the restraints. two bats landed at his sides and he screamed in pain as they bit into him.

..

the swarm fell from the sky.

eddie rushed over, as fast as he could with a broken leg, seeing y/n laying motionless on the floor. “y/n!” he cried out, dropping to his knees in front of him.

y/n had wounds all over from the bats biting into him. he was bleeding out. “that bad?” y/n joked, swallowing thickly. “no! no, no! you’re fine. it’s fine! we just need a hospital.” eddie cried, brushing the hair from y/n’s face.

y/n leaned into the touch, eyes closing for a moment. “okay..” he spoke softly. eddie started pulling y/n up, who groaned. “i just.. i need a second. okay?” he struggled with his words. eddie squeezed his eyes shut, settling y/n’s head in his lap.

“o-okay..”

y/n flinched at the sound of eddie’s broken voice. when y/n finally opened his eyes, they landed on the chain around eddie’s neck. he smiled softly, eyes meeting eddie’s.

“i didn’t run this time..” eddie watched as y/n was trailing his every feature. he didn’t tease him. he didn’t make a snarky comment. he just smiled in return, letting him as tears poured from his eyes.

“you’re gonna.. you’re gonna have to tell my siblings, okay? mike and nance-” y/n spoke. “no! no, you’re gonna do it yourself-“ “i’m not. and it’s okay, ed’s. i need you to promise to look after them and all the other little shits.” y/n said with a laugh.

eddie let out a sob, squeezing y/n’s hands. “promise me, ed’s.” “i’m.. im going to look after..” he couldn’t finish his sentence, cupping y/n’s cheek. “good..”

it was silent for a moment, only eddie’s cries being heard. “i love you.”

“i love you. i love you, man.” eddie cried. he wasn’t going to add the “too”. he didn’t wanna seem like he was agreeing. he needed y/n to know that he loved him.

y/n looked at the chain again. it was now or never.

he reached up, pulling on it and brought their lips together. they closed their eyes, tears escaping. when they pulled away, eddie rested their foreheads together.

a sob erupted from eddie’s throat as he felt y/n’s body go limp. “y/n? y/n, please.. you can’t leave me, man.. y/n!”

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[public-slaughterhouse]

pony boy

Eddie Munson x Male Reader short🧍‍♂️

warning: one use of the F slur, beware, this is gay af

"Are you drawing ponies?" a voice suddenly asked from behind you. Quickly snapping the sketchbook in your lap closed, you looked at the source of the voice with wide eyes, dread slowly creeping up your spine. 

He's gonna beat me up. He thinks I'm a faggot. 

"Uh-um.. yeah. They're for my little sister. She likes copying them." you said, slowly standing up to match the other boy's height. It was Eddie Munson, local wavy-haired, doe-eyed metalhead. You thanked god it wasn't one of the airhead jocks instead, or you probably wouldn't see the light of day again. 

Okay, maybe getting a little overdramatic.

 Eddie still looking interested in your notebook quickly snatched it away, curiosity seemingly not satisfied by your answer. 

"Hey, give that back asshole!" 

"Calm downnn I just wanna see what'cha drawing! These are pretty good!" he said as he flipped through the pages, the sketchbook just out of your reach. 

"Ooh who's this?" he stopped on a drawing of a person wearing a vaguely sci-fi-looking suit, wires and pieces of armor covering it. 

"Ugh. It-it's a thing from Dune. No one specific. Now can you please give it back?" 

Eddie seemed like he was contemplating what to do for a few moments, looking at you with a cheeky grin on his face, then finally lowering his arm holding the book. 

"Since you asked so nicely. You're a sci-fi kinda guy? Or a my little pony one?" 

Snatching it away from him, you shot a half-hearted glare at him before matching his posture, crossing arms and looking at him pointedly. For a second you thought about giving him a snarky answer rather than a real one, but decided against it, coming up empty. Eddie seemed genuinely interested and hadn't beaten you up yet so you chose to humor him. 

"Sci-fi, fantasy, adventure, thriller horror kinda guy... I guess. My little pony isn't so bad either. There are dragons in it too."

 Eddie seemed pleased by that, telling from the ever-present grin on his face. 

"Not that I watch my little pony! It's my little sister, AND by the way just because it's for kids doesn't mean that it's stupid! Kids are pretty smart and it can actually teach pretty important stuff to-- never mind. I-uh. I will go now." 

The other boy stood still, body slightly turning to the direction of your leaving form which you could just make out from the corner of your eye-- which just made you want to disappear from the face of the earth all the quicker. That goddamn grin on his lips only spread further, endlessly amused by the little show you put on for him probably. 

"Sure thing, pony boy!" 

I will never live this down.

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[shanakin-skywalker]

Based off of this HC:

By @munsons-gf

Like imagine hairstylist!reader who takes the greatest care when it comes to washing and styling Eddie’s hair. This man is so touch starved and the gentle touches, the massaging of shampoo, the running of their fingers through his hair, brushing and styling his pretty curls would send him to heaven. Even absentmindedly just playing with his hair and curling his locks around your finger would cause him to make the softest, sweetest sounds he’s ever made.

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[monsieurgraves]

Arthur Havisham x amab male reader headcanons

CW- Implied alcohol addiction, past abusive relationships, consensual sexual content.

SFW

In public you two wouldn't be too affectionate because obviously you don't wanna be murdered, but you would have a hand on his shoulder to reassure him.

After Amelia had found out how Compeyson had treated Arthur she would definitely call off the engagement and never speak to him again. Because of that her and Arthur would then be really close and she would feel really guilty for not realising sooner.

Obviously you and Arthur wouldn't tell Amilia about your relationship and if she did find out it would be an accident. Maybe she walked in on you two being intimate or Compeyson had told her about Arthur being gay. It would definitely take a while for her to understand your relationship because no one ever talked about queer people and the only talk about them would be negative,but she would try to be more accepting of it for you and Arthur. After everything she would not want to lose Arthur and not want Arthur to lose her.

After Amilia found out about your relationship and when she eventually learned to accept it you two would be more close in front her. It wouldn't be much only leaning into eachother or holding the others hand, but if Amelia had caught you two being affectionate with eachother she would be happy for Arthur knowing that someone loves him as much as he loves them.

When Amilia found out Arthur got so little in the will because their father found out about him being gay she would be pissed and resent her father after that.

Little spoon 100%.

His favourite cuddling positin would be on top of you with your arm around him while he lays his head and your chest with you playing with his hair.

After you two started dating you started trying to get him to drink less because you wanted him to be sober to make sure your relationship wasn't just a drunken decision that he would come to regret.

He would always feel bad whenever you have to take care of him drunk so the next day he would always buy you something little and no matter how many times you said you didn't mind taking care of him he always did it because of your little smile you would wear even if you expected it.

Forehead and neck kisses.

If he was having a hard day with work you would always make him some tea and give it to him with a kiss on the cheek which would motivate him to finish.

You two share a closet even though your clothes are a bit big on him and his are tight but you two love seeing eachother in their clothes.

NSFW

It would take a while for you two to get to that point of your relationship and even longer to get to penetration.

Would be both of your first times.

He has the most beautiful whimpers.

PRAISE.

Would prefer to take it missionary because he wants to see you but also because he's insecure of the scars on his back. If you two did do it doggy style you would kiss his scars and constantly tell him how beautiful you think he is to the point he would cry cause no one has ever loved him like this.

Never would do anything to hurt you and vice versa.

After care would include a crap ton of cuddling.

He would be so loud and even though you love it you try to get him to be more quiet so no on would hear, even if it was just Amelia who is ok with your relationship in the house you would never risk ayone hearing you.

Has the most plush thicc thighs and you can't help but want to fuck them and mark them up.

<3

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[gayforjosephquinn]

can i request a auther Havisham x m reader where the reader gets beaten instead of auther by compesyson(I don't know how to spell his name lol) maybe because he caught auther and the reader kissing and auther holds his boyfriend and treats his wounds❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Arthur Havisham Comforting an Injured S/O HCs: Hurt/Comfort

This is a Certified Compeyson Hate blog

Warnings: Abuse, non-graphic description of injuries, blood, Compeyson (he deserves his own warning tbh) | Spoilers | Requests are closed!

You were searching for Arthur, hoping to talk to him about why he had been borrowing money

The man of the hour came stumbling back to his flat, where he greeted you with slurred speech

Due to his inebriation, you decided to can the conversation

Removing his coat and boots, you help guide him to his bed.

"Y/N, lay with me," Arthur whined, tugging on your sleeve

Of course you couldn't refuse him like this

Settling on the cheap mattress, he unceremoniously threw himself over you, not caring for anything but your presence

With his warmth enveloping you and running your hands through his lovely curls, sleep almost overtook you

almost

That was until Compeyson threw open the door, the sound popping your bubble of domestic bliss

Even in his drunken state, Arthur still jolted at the slam.

Time blurred

Compeyson picking Arthur up, leading him to the wall opposite of you, yelling, a large hand on the nape of your neck, seering pain, tears

Eventually, the crack of Compeyson's belt ceased, leaving only your's and Arthur's choked sobs filling the tense silence.

Hands grabbed at your shoulder, causing you to flinch

Lowering himself to your level, Arthur stared into your eyes

He continued sobbing as he pressed your forehead against his, causing more tears to fall onto the blankets below you.

Few words were exchange--Arthur helped you to a small wooden chair, removing your bloodied shirt, dabbing a small cloth into a bowl of warm water as he cleaned your injuries, then later, antiseptic

Every hiss or wince that left your mouth was followed by a soft kiss to your shoulder, neck, and face with a whispered, "I'm so sorry, I'm almost done, love. You're doing great."

After the two of you had shed all your tears and cleaned your wounds, Arthur led you back to his bed, laying on his back while you rested your head on his chest

A/N: Thank you so much for all the requests! I promise I'm trying to work on them! Hope you enjoyed

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[stylusmusings]

May I please request a smut fic with Joseph, Where the reader is a fellow costar and the reader can't stop flirting with him during an interview so after they go back to his trailer, and the reader is fucking him from behind while kissing his back and straddling his hips with a firm grip.

Really wasn't supposed to be as long as it was.

Please vote and follow on wattpad to motivate me to write more stories. 🖤

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[alexs-playground]

DO NOT SEXUALIZE ACTORS or anyone for the matter! Today I am going to discuss more on the topic of Joseph Quinn receiving nudes from minors.

People NEED to stop. This could lead to Defamation, if it ruins his career. Not only that but he can be put on a list even if he had nothing to due with what is being sent as most people doing it are mainly minors. It would not only be him but his friends and team who help run the accounts. Stuff like this leads to people calling false accusations or rumors that can ruin his career and if it gets that bad his team could sue if it ruins his career. You are ruining someones life, you could be taken to civil court and charged with defamation and have to pay compensation. Not only could that happened but you change the out look Joe could have on his fans or even continuing to audition and/or take bigger roles. As stated in the video Joseph is an actor not a pornstar, and when you send him nudes it is child pornography and that is absolutely disgusting! This is also to be told to adults as well! That even if you aren’t a minor it is so immature and very fucking disgusting do.better. Joseph is a human who worked hard to get where he is and is not the characters he plays on tv you fucking sickos.

Honestly if I find out that one of any of you who are following me are engaging in this activity I will call you out and you will be fucking blocked! I will not tolerate this. No human should be sexualized!!! It is nothing but rude and disgusting! Actors are people like us who live lives and don’t want something like this! Please reblog this post and watch the video above and share it cause this is not okay!

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[levzonvie]

Wanna write some stranger things x male reader stuff specifically for the more obscure characters like argyle or Enzo or literally anyone that doesn’t get a lot of attention regarding male readers.

Would anybody actually be interested in that if so pls send requests!!!!

Also pls read requesting rules before

#stranger things #will byers x male reader #joseph quinn x male reader #eddie munson/male reader

[deadqueerboys]

Dom! Joseph Quinn x Dom! Charlie Heaton x Sub! Male! Reader

SMUT/NSFW/+18!!!!

Not really my type of writing, but ok, I hope it's good.

Request: Yes.

By the way, open orders :)

It was a fucking exhausting day and all you had to do was go home after you had worked all day all you needed was your boys. At home Charlie was in the bedroom preparing a surprise for you later, while Joseph was in the kitchen finishing dinner.

When you arrived, he ran to greet you with a hug.

"Hello how are you?" Joseph murmured into your neck.

"Better…" You sighed and he directed you to the table, where he was already placing the food and calling out to his other partner.

After everyone sat down at the table, started talking about their days and Charlie noticed how unenthusiastic you were for this kind of conversation, as soon as they were done, he alerted you that there was a surprise waiting for you in your room. A little more excited, you got up and kissed Joseph goodbye, as did Charlie.

Arriving there, a room with some candles on the dresser lighting the room in addition to the soft lighting of a red LED, a bed made a little too much and then, your loved one put his hands on your shoulders, massaging and hoping that would soften him up. , and he did. Within seconds he was undressing both of you and placing you on the bed, making you stay on top, grinding against his hard cock.

"Oh yes my dear…you are doing so well" His hands tightened around his waist, squeezing in a satisfying way as he praised you.

As they had a little more fun, they heard a light knock on the door, then the other one walked in, smiling sarcastically.

"I hope you didn't have too much fun without me" Joseph took off his clothes and joined the two of you on the bed "ah, Char, treat our boy well, he deserves the best" he did his best taking off his clothes now, giving more attention to you, as always. Since they weren't that difficult in bed, it was easy to take advantage of, it was easy to be a good boy to them, especially to Joseph "done, so much better."

But just as they were soft, they could also be a little hard.

Wasting no time, he started pumping you gently, hearing your grunts and seeing you squirm for so little, Charlie, on the other hand, went to the head of the bed, putting his head on your legs, running his hands over yours. hair, relaxing you. You knew it would be smooth, at least you hoped.

Joseph started to feel more aroused, and soon he took the lube that was on the dresser, running it through two fingers, entering you after a brief warning, he was hammering you inside out, soft and fast. Adding three, he already had you in a few moans and wanting more, on the other hand, now Charlie was watching you with a condom already on his cock, stroking lazily.

You only noticed when the two of you switched positions, sitting on the bed, Joseph hugging you from behind and Charlie entering you, calm thrusts to begin with.

"Argh…Thanks my love" He groaned and started a real rhythm now, a little fast but not hard. Just enough to bring them both inexplicable pleasure. Meanwhile, Joseph was caressing you, filling his hand with his cock, the rhythms matching so perfectly, so calmly, you're lucky to have them.

As his thrusts increased, Charlie already felt close and now he'd steady you on the bed, forgetting all the earlier softness, he was sweaty and waiting for more, for his climax. He arrived in minutes, just like you.

"Hey…how are you love? You were perfect, you know that?" he whispered, almost giving in on top of you, he trailed kisses through you, from your mouth to your collarbone and back, he was really the considerate type.

As soon as Charlie left to fetch a clean rag to clean the two of you, you turned around, looking at Joseph with puppy dog ​​eyes, coming face to face with his cock, wasting no time in swallowing it as he nodded. His length was great, choking you a little, grabbing your hair and pulling it down, making you stop for a second.

"Oh yeah m-my…pretty boy" Not that it was normal for him to act aggressively, but you knew he wasn't the only one having a bad day.

Letting you go, you went back to sucking him as if his life depended on it. "Yes, beautiful, show me how it's done…you're so good, giving in to me" he complained, claiming your throat as his property, he came soon, the thick liquid running down his throat in a satisfying way.

Charlie returned with rags in hand and a wide smile.

"Alright, I think my boys need a little help."

He helped you both clean up, all you know is that he slept in your arms, happy and relaxed.

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[massivebooklover123]

Ok I so my post on Eddie Munson having a boytoy that makes him a skirt got a lot of likes, so should I turn it into a fic???!!?!??!!?!!!

#eddie munson x male reader #joseph quinn x male reader #gay eddie munson #gay #eddie munson #eddie munson wearing a skirt #edward munson #eddie munson is hot #gay4eddiemunson

[over--and-out]

YOU ASKED FOR ARTHUR REQUESTS SO HERE I AM

yup, kinda angsty but i saw a tiktok with the audio "i wish you were a girl" and i rlly thought it would fit arthur.

imagine this, arthur and his friend (he/him obvi) are in love but they're both too afraid to say anything even tho they know the feeling is mutual. One night they're both together just talking and reader is curing arthur's wounds bc he got beaten up, they're so vulnerable that for one and all they kiss in tears, they need each other so they just let it go until arthur just spits "i wish you were a girl"

u can give it the ending u want tbh, up to you. if i come up with another idea then i'll write it. bye bye! ♡

Maybe Someday

Arthur Havisham x Male!Reader

Summary: You figured Arthur had learned his lesson, realized what he did was wrong. Yeah what he did was wrong,, but not wrong enough to deserve this...

Warnings: abuse, mentions of abuse, violence, blood, wounds, alcohol consumption, drunk Arthur, treating of wounds, internalized homophobia, ANGST, spoilers ahead, crying, I mean absolute sobbing, mentions of nausea, Compeyson (he's one of those that needs his own warning,) Arthur is kind of a dick, intense emotions, don't take the warnings lightly please

Author's Note: I am LIVING for this request and all the angst involved in it, please- and guys if anything is triggering for you then please don't force yourself to keep reading. I am once again saying, please don't take the warnings lightly. Take care <3

Arthur was exhausted. All he'd done was drink, but the bed underneath him felt like heaven. He let out a giddy smile, his face pressed to the sheets and his fingers fisted into the blanket. Sleep was about to take him, and he wasn't about to fight it.

He couldn't tell when it started, or even when it ended. He could just feel the snap of the leather on his back ripping his shirt and breaking skin. His body frozen, unable to move as tears quickly sprung to his eyes. His fingers tightened their grip on the blanket, knuckles turning white and he lost the breath in his lungs at each crack against his back.

Arthur didn't know how long he was laying there, his blood thin from the alcohol and soaking the back of his shirt. His tears soaked the sheets below him, Compeyson long gone and Arthur was at least thankful for that.

He could barely move when he did finally decide to get up, a hiss leaving his lips at the sting on his skin and immediately the blood pooled on his back flooded downwards and onto the floor while he stumbled to the window. He stood as he picked up a quill, scrawling some messy handwriting onto a piece of paper and he folded it up with blood smudged hands. He picked up a lit candle, not even caring if it was the proper wax stick he needed, he needed this note done fast damn it. He let the crimson wax drip off of the candle, onto the paper before he pressed the sigil stamp to it and held it there till the wax was dry.

Arthur's vision was blurry beyond compare, his steps wavering as he made his way to the front door. Before he knew it he was out on the street hailing over a small boy.

He didn't even notice the looks he got, the nobleman Arthur Havisham standing on the street in his undergarments with blood all over him.

The boy ran over to him, hesitant until Arthur pushed a few pennies into his hand. "Take this to the (L/n) manner, tell them it's urgent... bring him here." Arthur's words were slurred, cut off as he abruptly turned and walked back inside. He barely made it inside his room before he collapsed.

"Mi'lord, there's a ring for you."

You looked up with furrowed brows. "Who is it?"

"Didn't say, sir. Just a boy with a note for you, says it's urgent."

You gave a wave of your hand. "Go ahead and send him in, and can we get some tea and a sweet for the boy?" She nodded to your words, giving a small curtsy.

A few minutes later, she let the young boy in and you smiled softly as you gestured to the tea and sweets. The young boy looked around and rushed to the sweets, grabbing a handful before quickly setting the letter on your desk. "He said it's urgent." He picked up the tea and began to drink.

Your brows furrowed as you stared at the wax for a moment, trying to place where you knew the stamp from.

Finally you just ripped open the note and read it.

"Follow the boy.

-Arthur"

Your heart dropped.

"You said I needed to follow you?"

"Yes, Mi'lord."

"Lead the way."

When you got to the run down house, you Immediately walked inside to look for Arthur. When you bursted into his room, he was hunched over the side of his bed. You could see the way he flinched harshly, his head whipping around to gaze at you. He was terrified that Compeyson had arrived before you could. When he noticed that it was just you, his lips pressed into a thin line and a scoff escaped him as he turned back around.

"Oh my God, Arthur..." Your voice trailed off and you dropped the blood stained note that he sent you, your steps quick as you rushed to him. "What happened?" You set your hand on his shoulder, gently pushing it so he could turn and give you a better look at his injuries.

"I..." He stopped. "Compeyson, he..." his brown eyes flicked up to look into your (e/c) eyes. His body wavered and he flopped into you, leaning into your stomach. "Can you help?" His words were slurred, slow with his voice scratchy.

"Of course I can help, Arthur. Just... I need you to take your shirt off for me okay? I can't fix it if your shirt is in the way." Arthur nodded along to your words, laughing softly. He smushed his face into your shirt, reaching up so that his fingers clenched into the back of it.

"Of course, of course." He pulled away, taking the bottom of his shirt and lifting it off. You could see a bruise on his stomach, fresh and trailing up the left side of his chest. "That good enough?" His head tilted, almost flopped to one side and his blonde curls stuck to his forehead.

"Yeah that's good, Art." He made a face at the nickname, his nose scrunched up in distaste. "Don't call me that."

"I've always called you that, what's so different about it now?" You rummaged around the room and looked for some medical supplies, finally finding some towels and a bowl to fill with water. You found some bandages and trudged back to Arthur who was trying to pour himself another drink.

"Nuh uh, no you don't." You took the glass, pulling it out of his reach and he scoffed.

"What the hell?"

"Drinking isn't good when you have open injuries." You gently touched his back, drawing a wince out of him and you quickly apologized.

You began to wipe the blood off of his skin to try and see the wounds more clearly. The thin crimson liquid smeared and stained his skin but you were finally able to see the split flesh.

Without missing a beat you began cleaning, drawing winces and hisses from Arthur's lips. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" Your voice was soft, not pushy. You noticed the way Arthur's shoulders tensed.

After a long moment, when you'd reached the point of thinking he wasn't going to talk, he finally said something. "If you must know, Compeyson took advantage of the condition I was in at the time." You pulled the towel away from his skin, brows furrowed in worry at what he was insinuating. "I must have said too much for his liking so he... he beat me." His voice cracked on the last sentence, eyes going watery.

You didn't know what to say for the longest moment. You settled on wiping the remainder of the blood off of his back, grabbing the bandages to wrap him up. When you'd drawn a blank on what to say, Arthur continued and his voice was wavering. "I was drunk and vulnerable so he ripped the leather strap off of my luggage and he beat me with it." A small sob escaped him and you rushed to comfort him, rubbing his shoulders and moving in front of him where your hands cupped his jaw and your thumbs wiped away tears. "And all because I said something to Amelia that he didn't approve of. I said too much." He avoided looking at you, kept those dull and sad sunken in brown eyes glued to the ground out of shame; shame that you were seeing him so vulnerable when he was the great Arthur Havisham.

You used your pointer finger to tilt his head up to look at you, your thumb rubbing across his chin where the smallest bit of blonde stubble was beginning to grow. Immediately his eyes met yours, your free hand pulling a chair close for you to sit down. Once you were eye level with him, your hands went back to their place on his jaw.

"You didn't deserve that." You tilted your head to capture his gaze when he tried looking away again. "You don't deserve this, Arthur. Whatever is going on, let me help. I'll go with you to talk to Amelia, we can-"

You didn't get to finish your words.

Because his lips were now firmly pressed against yours.

A small noise escaped you and Arthur didn't hesitate to tangle his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck. You quickly recovered from your shock, leaning into his touch and melting into him when he pulled you closer. He jerked you forward, pulling you out of your chair and your hands rested on either side of his hips on the bed. Your eyes began to water from the emotions bubbling up and escaping you and you could tell the same was happening to him.

A drunken confession that sober Arthur Havisham wouldn't have the bravery to do.

All the frustration inside of the Havisham was bleeding out, seeping from every limb while he clinged to you as if you were the lifeline keeping him safe. And you were.

Ever since you had both shared that kiss in the Havisham courtyard as young boys, you knew everything would be different. It was different, Arthur's father had begun to treat him differently you noticed. You weren't allowed around as often and Arthur was due to be wed to the Madame Dorey who was way too old for him. He refused, pitched a fit over it and stormed out until the next morning. Now it was quite obvious why he did so.

He had fallen for you, and he had fallen hard. As if he had flung himself face first into a well containing nothing but you and you alone, and he had doomed himself from that moment forth.

Kissing you that day in the courtyard was the greatest mistake he'd ever made in his life.

It made him different.

It made him a freak.

It made his father hate him.

It made his father push him out of the will, forced him to be only a fraction of the Havisham he once was.

Arthur hated you for it.

Arthur Havisham hated you almost as much as he loved you, but at the same time he couldn't bring himself to love you. As so, he retracted his bravery and the cowering lion bared it's face once more in place of Arthur's. His spine slackened as the alcohol took it's toll on his body and overworked his mind into a drunken haze.

He could feel bile travel up his throat before your lips chased the feeling away, the one sole medicine to every ailment imaginable. His deep brown eyes met yours, yours that were filled to the brim with unspoken words and yet praises upon praises of love. Arthur wanted to soak up the praise all day long, lay in it and bathe in it as if it was the sun and God knows your love was worth miles more than the sun. Your smile could outshine the ball of fire in the sky and your presence transformed Arthur into Icarus the moment your gaze met his. Like Icarus, Arthur felt wax burning his skin to the bone and soaking into his flesh in the form of shame for who he was. He wished he could preach tales about what he felt for you, preach it to the world as if you were a Bible in which he dreamed of spreading open the pages to memorize every word. He'd commit sacrilege and march himself to the ends of every continent ten times over if only he could bring himself to say what was on his mind and as if you could read his thoughts, you smiled at him so sweetly and so full of love that any train of thought going on in his pretty little head was quickly thrown off the rails.

He was going to tell you, he had to. He could no longer be that scared little boy that his from the crack of his father's belt, the boy who disappointed his father with how overgrown his ego was.

Arthur's voice was gravelly and slurred, feverish with the pain and the drink burning him to his bones and when he spoke his words were spat out with a venomous poison. "I wish you were a girl." With those words, cold as ice, he flopped the rest of the way onto the bed, as dead to the world as your heart now was, ripped out of your chest and into a million multifaceted pieces until it was ruthlessly shoved back in. The most immense pain you'd ever felt.

In the end you'd realized this was the most you'd get out of Arthur Havisham.

A stupid, silly little confession.

One that his behind the cowering lion that shoved Arthur down until he'd eventually reach his breaking point.

Sadly that breaking point was not to come today, and Arthur remained the coward he'd been.

You'd hoped you'd be able to see the day he was able to free himself of the shackles of his own doings. While he spoke those words that destroyed you in many ways, much in which you couldn't even be able to describe, the words in his eyes were clear as day.

Arthur was always good at lying.

You'd just hoped that some day you could hear the words spoken out loud, no longer a mirror of the emotions you carried reflected in his beautiful sunflower eyes.

Maybe someday.

Maybe someday.

This came out a lot shorter than I'd imagined but a lot more poetic- I'm also sick so I'm terribly sorry if this doesn't make a lot of sense. I hope you all enjoyed it!!

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[its-ares]

hi! i love your blog so much 😭 it’s so hard to find male reader fiction as i feel all is inherently directed at fem readers anyways! i’m just curious if you’ve got anything planned or coming up soon for joseph quinn? cause he’s a cutie and he’s been on my fucking brain for weeks 🌝

Hii 💕

Thank you sooo much 💕

And I feel you, it's really hard to find something for male readers because some stories are just not tagged properly.

I'm actually planning and writing something for Joseph Quinn. It won't be long before I'll upload the story 💕💕

#ask.a #joseph quinn x male reader

[eddiesxangel]

But the thought of Eddie being so unapproachable and “scary” with everyone else, but when he is with you or talking to you he’s all

“I love you so much my sunshine, baby cakes, *kissy noises * no you hang up” kinda attitude!!!

twirling the phone cord around his finger while talking to you on the phone. One day the the hellfire guys over hear him on the phone not believing their ears bc that cannot be eddie talking?they start mocking him. The second he hangs up he is back to being all macho man again they start mocking him to his face but they start to get scared

Master list

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