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r0b1ns · 2 years

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STRANGER THINGS - CUDDLING HEADCANONS

YOUNG TEENS

characters: will byers, Lucas Sinclair, eleven/Jane, max Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, mike Wheeler

TW: none

Word count: 450

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WILL BYERS

-oh he is totally the little spoon

-he really likes when you cuddle him from behind

-you're so warm and it feels so nice

-will play with your hand a lot

-at first he's a little awkward

-he'll try to always say something

-but eventually he stops and just enjoys your presence

-one of his favorite positions is facing each other and his nose touches your chest/neck

-he absolutely melts when you rub his hair

-he'll fall asleep right there and than

-when you're not alone, he's more reserved

-he'll still hold your hand and be close to you

-touching your legs together

-but nothing more

-he's too embarrassed

LUCAS SINCLAIR

-when you first suggested cuddling, he was so excited

-and of course nervous

-he wrapped a hand around your shoulder and you put your head on his

-he was smiling the whole time

-with time he became used to it

-but it's still his favorite part of the day

-sometimes when he's tired he'll fall asleep on you and you'll have to hold him

-he likes to put his head on your legs when you're watching TV, or simply just talking

-he absolutely ADORES hugging and squeezing you from behind

-with your beck pressed to his chest

-you really like playing with his hands and tracing his palm lines

-one time when he fell asleep on you his friends walked in on you, and joked about it for a month

MAX MAYFIELD

-if you were good friends before you started dating, there were already cuddles

-tho not so intimate

-you'd lay on her bed, your arm around her shoulder

-or watching TV and she lays her head on your shoulder

-if you weren't good friends the cuddles will come later in the relationship

-when she trusts you more

-she'll never admit to anyone, but she likes being cuddled by you

-but she doesn't like when you're hugging her too tight

-she likes to breath, and be able to move

-she doesn't move much, but if you do, she'll say you're "annoying"

-obviously she's joking

-she doesn't really like being the big spoon

-she just likes to feel safe in your arms

ELEVEN/JANE

-she didn't really understand the point of cuddling

-so she never initiated anything

-but one time you were watching a movie on her bed

-hopper fell asleep on the couch

-so you wrapped an arm around her

-she really liked the feeling

-from than on she always wanted to cuddle

-she felt so safe and comfortable

-she didn't initiate at first, and always waited for you to do something

-but eventually she grew more comfortable with physical touch

-now every time you're sitting or laying next to each other she moves closer to you

-and you wrap a hand around her

-later on she would lay on your chest and listen to your heartbeat

DUSTIN HENDERSON

-ok he HATES being the little spoon

-he just likes to hold you

-he feels like he's protecting you

-he always holds your hand

-he likes to talk about the D&D companies

-he's cuddling you and describing EVER DETAIL of it

-you can't complain

-he's so excited and it warms your heart

-his cat often joins you two

-if you fall asleep he decides to sleep too

-cause what's the point of just sitting there not doing anything cause he doesn't want you to wake up

MIKE WHEELER

-he's TALL

-always wraps his limbs all around you

-he likes to talk a lot

-and complain about D&D

-he doesn't enjoy being the little spoon

-he much more prefers to hold you

-if it's him hugging you from behind, or you laying on his chest

-when you fall asleep he likes to play with your hair (if you have any) so he won't get bored

-or just trace your features

-if he has access to your beck he always does the little man with his two fingers

-and he pretends he's doing parkour or something cool

-you like having conversations with him

-not looking at each other, and just saying your thoughts out loud

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!gifs are not mine!

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mydearzero · 2 years

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hiya! i was the anon that requested the chubby reader, and since you said that you're a chubby person yourself, i feel more ✨ comfortable ✨ with requesting this stuff here rather than any other account :>

idk if you would be okay with taking an another request from me, but this time could i request (again) gender neutral chubby reader, but when the reader sits on eddie's lap (for example while he waits for the rest of hellfire club to show up), and mike makes an unnecessary comment in lines of 'aren't they going to crush you?', and eddie defends the reader? this would be mostly fluff and angst if you're okay with that :D

I'm so glad you feel comfy requesting from me! 🥰 Thanks for another request!! it's a bit short, but I hope you like it :)

You're Out | E.M. x Chubby!GN!Reader

Summary: Mike makes an unwanted comment about readers weight. Eddie quickly steps in.

Angst + fluff

No warnings, just a comment about reader's weight being made.

874 words

MASTERLIST

You were comfortable in your relationship with Eddie. He loved you and all your flaws, no matter what they might be. People questioned you both on your relationship. Wasn't Eddie a freak? Didn't you have a bit much meat on your bones for a skinny guy like him? Why were you even together? You loved Eddie, Eddie loved you and that was that.

You accompanied him often to Hellfire, even when you didn't participate. You didn't always stay for the entire thing, having a life of your own to live. But you did often help Eddie set up and make the room dark to set the mood.

Which was what you were currently doing. You strained as you pushed the curtains against the windows and taped them down to let the least amount of light possible pass through.

Eddie sat down after he finished placing the last figurines, admiring his work. He clapped and rubbed his hands together. "You're the best, babe. Everything's ready, right on time. The boys should be coming any minute." He smacked his lap a couple times to signal for you to take a seat.

You draped your legs over his sideways and sat with him for a moment taking in the insane campaign laid out in front of you. "You've outdone yourself with this one, Eds."

"I know, isn't it amazing? I can't wait to see their reactions." Eddie's eyes lit up with a childlike glimmer. You heard the excited chatter of the rest of Hellfire come down the hallway. You were about to get up, but Eddie held you down by the waist. "You're staying for the introduction, right?"

Eddie had worked so hard on this campaign for weeks. He at least wanted you to see a bit of it in action. You'd helped him work out the details, after all.

"Of course, I'm staying. Wouldn't miss it for the world" you pushed your forehead against his and quickly pecked him on his nose. You made yourself comfortable on his lap, waiting for the boys to fill the seats around the table.

They fawned over Eddie's new figurines, excited hollers erupting through the room over the new campaign. Dustin noticed you and waved. "You're staying?" He asked with a grin. "Yeah, not the entire evening, though. Have some things I need to do before next week."

You heard a laughing scoff coming from Mike. "I mean, not like Eddie's legs would survive if you did stay." You knew by Mike's tone it was meant as a joke, but you could feel your heart sink to your stomach. You tried to laugh it off, but the tears had already reached your cheeks.

"You're fucking pathetic, Wheeler. You're out." Eddie spat. His grip on your waist tightened as you tried to get up. "Stop, Eddie. I'll just go."

"No, you're staying. Wheeler's leaving. Aren't you, Michael? Why're you still standing there? I'm pretty sure I just told you you were out." At first, some of the boys laughed, but Eddie was dead serious.

"You're kidding, right? It was just a joke." Mike looked at Eddie with a perplexed expression. Dustin gave a disapproving glare. "I think he's being serious, Mike."

"You too? What'd I do? It was just a fucking joke, jeez." Mike raised his hands in surrender like he was being attacked.

"What'd you do? What'd you do? You see this?" Eddie pointed at your face. "Tears. Thanks to your stupid 'joke', Wheeler. I understand you're an insecure little piss boy, but keep your ridiculous jokes to yourself next time, or there won't fucking be a next time. Understood?"

Mike gaped at his club leader.

"Did I make myself fucking clear, Mike?"

"Y-yes. I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Mike sputtered as he took a seat.

"No, you don't apologise to me. And sit over there. I don't want to fucking see your face right now." Eddie waved to the seat furthest away from the head of the table.

Mike turned to your tear-stained face. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." It didn't sound the most genuine, you knew he was just scared of Eddie's wrath.

"It's okay." You muttered and turned to look at Eddie, who was obviously still fuming. "It's not fucking okay, Wheeler. If I ever hear you making comments like that again, about anyone, you're dead."

Mike nodded and adorned the seat far, far away from your boyfriend.

"Calm down, baby. I'm okay." You whispered as you stroked the hair at the back of his neck. He put his hand on the back of your head and pulled you down into a quick kiss. "You're gorgeous, you know that, right?" He pleaded. "Yeah, Eds. I know. I love you." You smiled. "I love you too, babe. So much." How did you deserve someone like him? Willing to threaten his friends over a stupid joke that just made you a little insecure?

"Now, enough pre-game drama. Time for the real deal." You sat in the chair next to Eddie's as he threw his whole body into the storytelling of the new campaign. He might call you gorgeous, but he was a beauty of his own. Passionate in life, vigorous in love, devoted to you.

#eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x chubby reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #mike wheeler is a dumbass

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vneuns · 2 years

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here’s an ask!! mike slutting you out in the dressing room😵‍💫

[ Mike Wheeler x afab!reader ] heheh, and ofc mike is aged up in this. and WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT.

reblogs and feedback appreciated <3

warnings // slapping, p in v, praising, etc

“Have to keep quiet baby, don’t want anyone to hear you’re pretty little whimpers do you?” mike questioned teasingly as his dick repeatedly hit that one spot that made you feel the best.

shaking your head you bit your lip looking down where the two of you connected his cock covered with your wetness.

“feel- feels so good mikey, feels so good.” you whimpered just as his hand that wasn’t holding your hip went down to your clit making small and tight figure eights to increase your pleasure.

and before you could say anything when you felt your release it was as if Mike had read your mind. in a second his head was against yours whispering praises in your ear about how good you were being for him, and he’d buy you whatever you wanted because you deserved it.

leaning forward you connected your lips together just as you started gushing all over him, and without stopping Mike kept his hard thrust pulling away from your lips to catch his breath when the overstimulation became and hit too much and you were pulsating around his cock.

“god baby, you’re so fucking hot. gonna let me cum in this pretty pussy?” you were on birth control and it wasn’t like the two of you weren’t stocked up on birth control the way you fucked like rabbits, but it warmed your heart the way he asked even though he knew the answer.

“mhmm.” you felt a ring on your cheek after mikes hand collided with it. a small moan left your lips as you looked up at him through your lashes.

“use. your. words.” his pace gradually slowed down and your hands immediately went to his hips trying to keep him inside when you felt him pulling out.

“cum inside me mikey, please please—,” your pleas were silenced as your boyfriend picked back up his pace as if it never slowed down, his mouth going to your neck where he left small hickeys along your collarbone.

after a few seconds you felt him stutter as he shot his load deep inside you before coming to a complete stop his forehead going back to lay against yours as you both attempted to catch your breath.

just as you went to say something you heard a knock at the dressing room door.

“hey.. um— we’re gonna have to ask you guys t-t- to leave the store..”

“move along loser.” mike yelled over his shoulder watching as the worker scurried away from the harsh tone laced in your boyfriends words.

“that was hot.”

#lowkey embarrassed 🫣#if you don’t like it don’t tell me okay—#don’t tell me #stranger things smut #stranger things ff #stranger things x reader #stranger things x afab!reader #mike wheeler smut #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler #stranger things x gn!reader #stranger things x fem!reader #stranger things x plus size reader #mike wheeler x plus size reader #steve harrington x poc!reader #steve harrington x reader #mike wheeler concept #mike wheeler drabble

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whateveronfilm · 2 years

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pov: your close with eddie and a part of the hellfire club

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luvtonys · 8 months

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𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: TW: ⚠️Yandere behavior, mentions of manipulation and guilt tripping, non sexual

*𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑*

𝐴/𝑁: Ofc I can sorry it took kinda long to get out, I’ve been busy these days

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𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑟

ꨄ☹︎✰᯾⁂

Mike definitely stood up to people when it to came to you when you guys were younger. He loved to take you for rides on his bike and still does. Mike brags about you and how beautiful and fine you are. He has a shrine dedicated to you that he keeps in his room most like under his bed, closet or, locker just anywhere he knows his parents won’t see it at.

If he ever wants to spend time with you and you don’t want you bc your hanging out with your dead beat friends that don’t even love you like he does. There will be a problem and he’ll be glaring down and scoffing at your friends the level of hate he has for them goes up 70% since they’ve become a priority over him. That’s just not gonna go. Who knows he may even try to have El take them out for him using her clear as day crush on him to use her as a weapon.

He tries to be sneaky but he’s not the fastest so you may catch a glimpse of a tall figure staring at you only for them to scrabble away quickly. Once his mom finds out about his crush on you probably bc he always talking about you or the shrine he attempted to hide in his bedroom. She may even set you to up and find your relationship adorable.

Mike finds it embarrassing but he still encourages it. He’ll even set up handouts between you too wether it be an invite to a Hellfire Club’s meeting or, a simply hanging out in his bedroom. He may even take you to the woods on his bike and try things with you like things that will get you guys closer together romantically while still denying any feelings for you to his friends in the earlier stages of his obsession.

In the end he’ll try to be normal about you since he does want a normal and healthy relationship between you too so high school will be filled with him walking you to your classes, driving to school with him and Nancy, him appearing behind your locker just waiting to get just waiting to get his daily dose of you if you didn’t ride with him and Nancy.

He definitely is the type to stalk to down whenever you don’t answer his calls since he likes having information on you and being able to know why your doing. He always has a feeling that a monster may get you or you may be taking to someone else. So he won’t leave you alone until he believes that you will call him after school. So he will try and be normal for you and establish a good relationship where you don’t feel uncomfortable with him and actually love him.

#stranger things x reader #stranger things #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #gn!reader #yandere #dark fantasy

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certifiedwhore4slashers · 1 year

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Yandere! Mike Wheeler Headcanons

I now officially write for the teens of stranger things! However no smut or pedophilia type of shit. I do fluff and angst though for them:)

Mike is a soft yandere for sure. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t an typical yandere.

He’s quite obsessive and possessive. And especially manipulative to get what he wants, which is you. And you usually do get manipulated.

His jealousy level is high, and he would kill for you, so I’d try and stay away from people he’s jealous of.

He’s a stalker and does steal some stuff from you which you would eventually notice and get creeped out.

If any guy flirts with you they’re either dead or threatened to never come near you. But since he’s mike wheeler and a geek, they don’t take him seriously.

Not until they show up dead when People start taking mike seriously.

#yandere stranger things #mike wheeler x reader #yandere mike wheeler #tw yandere #bisexual #gn!reader #soft yandere

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strawb3rry-x · 1 year

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futon ܁᭝.。

mike wheeler x gender-neutral reader

TW: angst, milkvan

IN WHICH yn is hopelessly in love with mike wheeler, but he has his eyes on someone else…

just my luck, saw you looking at her.

yn sighed, resting their face in their hands and staring at the one and only michael wheeler. he was gorgeous, something that yn’s friends didn’t seem to notice.

“i can literally see your pupils turning into hearts right now,” robin commented. yn rolled their eyes with a smile, mumbling something along the lines of, “they should be.”

“you know you could just talk to him,” robin suggested, waving a piece of forked lettuce around.

“i could,” yn said, watching the raven-haired boy. they noticed that mike’s eyes were trained on the girl across from him, jane hopper. the mystery girl. the only girl that mike ever noticed. “but i won’t,” they smiled at robin sadly.

am i not enough?

do i even matter?

in another time, some would say that mike wheeler and yn ln had been friends. quite close, actually.

but then this brunette beauty showed up, and swept him off his feet. mike left yn in the dust, never looking back.

yn doubted that mike even remembered them.

why would he need to? he had jane now. yn didn’t matter.

noticing you, are you noticing me?

yn stared at him every opportunity they got, and never even got so much as a glance from mike.

they knew they deserved better, but old habits die hard, and mike wheeler was the worst habit yn had.

those raven-colored curls that framed his freckled cheeks perfectly.

his doe-brown eyes that were full of wonder and imagination.

he was just so… pretty.

yn wondered if mike ever looked at them the way they looked at him. if mike knew yn’s favorite song by heart, or if he had a books worth of letters to them that remained unsent.

yn doubted it.

noticing her, but you should be with me.

#mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x male reader #mike wheeler x fem!reader #mike wheeler x gn reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger thing imagine

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qvrcll · 2 years

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kissing mike wheeler for the first time ੈ✩‧₊˚ (gn!reader)

kissing mike for the first time wasn’t all that pretty. there was the cold and hard collision of teeth and then the awkward and abysmally slow movement of your lips slotted against his — it felt like both of you hadn’t a clue of how kisses worked.

he pulls back, visibly red and hot from embarrassment, and hugging his knees close to where you can see them. it’s dark, in the little aisle of the shopping mall, and you figure he’s not going to initiate things for a while, even if he wanted to.

“okay, let’s do this again”, you begin in a delicate whisper, cheeks just as flaring, just as hot as his but nonetheless, you approach him on all fours. your breath hitches from where he stares at your lips, entranced and wholly bewildered, but you don’t mind. you tilt your head, smile softly, and meet his lips again.

it’s softer, more fragile and you’ve figured he knows that too. he eventually loosens his grip on his knees, encircling your shoulders and pulling you closer, lips contorting deliciously as you twist in his embrace and slowly sink into his hold, deeper and deeper and deeper.

eventually, he pulls back. your breaths are hot on each other’s lips and your chest heaves in unison with his. you can’t figure if it’s pride or greed dancing in his eyes but you place your hand on his chest, and smile.

“you taste nice”,

“MICHAEL WHEELER!”

#mike x reader #mike wheeler #stranger things #st4 #st3 #michael wheeler #mike #gender neutral reader #mike x gn!reader #idk if i like this #umm might delete #I LOVEU. MIKE WHEELER #bam writes

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sqpphos · 2 years

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would u be able to write something along the lines of being rockstar!mike’s groupie😁

i love ur writing sm btw <333

AAAHHAGAGS DO U KNOW?? WHAT THIS CONCEPT DOES TO ME???

writing this as headcannons because!! so!! many!! thoughts!!

some nsfw content [16+ only], aged up! mike wheeler, uh uh nothing else me thinks

rockstar! mike who always makes sure his lil groupie has the best seats in the house <3 he’ll argue and fight whoever to get you front and center

rockstar! mike who parades around the stage with lipstick marks scattered across his face and neck, knowing all of the girls are seething because it’s your lipstick

rockstar! mike who writes songs about you all the time because you’re his muse. always plays it for you before anyone else to make sure you like it

rockstar! mike who sluts you out in the dressing room before and after shows, maybe even in between sets if he’s really feeling it

rockstar! mike who always hooks you up with tickets to every one of his shows, he’d be bummed if you couldn’t attend

rockstar! mike who keeps your panties in his pocket when he’s performing for good luck, he’ll even let it peak out a few times to watch the crowd freak!

rockstar! mike who includes you in the group, taking you to their studio and rehearsals because he wants you there

rockstar! mike who thinks you sound so pretty when you’re whining and whimpering when he’s fucking you, he just has to somehow add it into the backtrack of one of his songs

rockstar! mike who will make a semi-explicit picture of you the cover of one of his albums (w/ your consent, of course)

rockstar! mike who loathes when people think of you as nothing more than his clingy groupie, when you’re so much more than that to him

#passing notes. ˖◛⁺⑅♡#⋆ ࣪. ᓚᘏᗢ rey writes.#ok i go sleep. gn #mike wheeler #aged up mike wheeler #aged up! mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #rockstar! mike wheeler #rockstar! mike wheeler x reader

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neganmct · 2 years

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reader always pronouncing eddie’s last name as moon-son but he doesn’t correct them bc he thinks it’s kinda cute

I LOVE THIS ITS GETTING A SHORT PIECE also you didn't mention the gender so I'm just gonna put not specified

Moonson Munson - Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Teen and up One shot, fluff, mild comedy

Word count: 1145

The first time you learned about Eddie's surname you were confused. You squinted your eyes as you looked at one of Eddie's notebooks. "M-Moon... Moonson? Huh" you mumbled, brushing your finger over the written name. Eddie paused mid locker search and turned his head, raising a brow. A small smile sneaked up on to his lips and he turned back to his locker. "Fuck, did I... I left that shit at home" his arms dropped to his sides as he stared at his dishevelled locker. "Your surname is Moonson?" you questioned. Eddie turned his head, looking at you and smiled. He just shrugged.

Soon you began to use it often. Mimicking how he would occasionally say your own surname. You leaned over to his desk, fingers tapping lightly at your book. "Pen?" you whispered. Eddie was mildly distracted, drawing a little bat on the back of his hand. He had his tongue pressed to the top of his lip as he was in deep concentration. "Moonson!" you hissed quietly. Eddie jumped and turned his head, looking at you in confusion. "H-Huh?" You pointed towards the pen. "Oh, sure" Eddie picked up the pen and held it out to you. You took it and turned back to your paper. Gareth stared at Eddie and mouthed "Moonson?" to which Eddie shrugged. "It's nice" he whispered.

Not once were you corrected. Eddie leaned his chin on his arms as he stared at you, watching you joke with Dustin over something he didn't quite hear. Dustin's head turned as he looked out at the open door. "Oh, she's here!" his shoulders slouched. Eddie's brown eyes trailed over your features as your face fell. "Well, until next time?" you smiled. Dustin nodded and tugged his backpack over his shoulders. "Yeah, for sure!" he waved as he stepped out of the door. Eddie pushed himself up from the table and rubbed his rear. "That chair gets way too uncomfortable" he grumbled, glancing down at the throne.

You turned, fiddling with the chains on the leather sleeve. It was Eddie's of course. You had stolen it after the unexpected rainfall. You returned to the clubroom soaked and it left Eddie giggling as he took off his jacket. "Looks like its just me and you, Moonson" you grinned at him. Oh, did Eddie's heart soar as you did; that smile brightened up his world much more than you realised. He walked over and opened his arms. You stepped forward and stumbled as you fell into them. Laughter sounded between the two of you as Eddie pulled you close to him, leaning his head close to brush his lips over yours. Your arms slipped around his back holding him close to you. "Guess we better finish cleaning, huh?" you asked, quietly. "In a bit, sweetheart" Eddie leaned his forehead against yours. "I'm enjoying myself right now"

Others began to notice the mispronunciation of Munson. "And you haven't corrected...?" Chrissy held her drink in both hands, looking up at Eddie in confusion. "Well no" Eddie sat himself down in the opposite booth seat. "It's kinda cute" he leaned forward, tugging off the iconic leather jacket. "Moonson, I sound like a child of the night" he stretched his arms above his head. "Maybe that's what you are to them" Chrissy nudged the straw. "A moon child!" she giggled. "You two are cute together" she leaned on her elbows, resting her cheeks in her palms. Eddie didn't respond as he had fallen into his own little world. He was thinking of the way your laugh sounded, how you pronounced Munson and the way you played with your sleeves or nudged a stray plectrum. The little things were captivating to him. "-die? Eddie!" he was broken out of his trance by Chrissy. "Food is here" she leaned back in her seat as the waitress set the plates down. Eddie's cheeks were a light pink. "I was thinking of... you know" he tugged a strand of hair as he stared at his food. "I know, its cute" Chrissy giggled.

Eddie made sure no one corrected you! He wouldn't let them. Shooting them a glare here and there if they even attempted to correct you. If life were a comic book they'd be able to see the question mark above your head whenever your friends would trail off then change the subject rather abruptly. Eddie let out a loud grunt as he fell backwards into the grass, Dustin and Mike falling on top of him. The metal head squirmed underneath the two. "Attack! I'm being attacked!" he screeched. Mike pinned his arms to the ground and Dustin straddled his waist, pinching and tickling at Eddie ribs. "My love!" Eddie yanked an arm free and reached out to you. "Save me!" he cried out dramatically. You flipped the page of the Heavy Metal comic book you had borrowed from Eddie. "Suffer, Moonson" you responded, coldly. Dustin pulled away and looked at you. He smiled and called out your name. "That's not-" he was unable to finish as Eddie knocked him off and pinned him into the grass. Dustin screeched with laughter as the Hellfire leader began to tickle his sides. "Shut up, Henderson!" he hissed.

Of course one day someone was going to say it correctly. Eddie had his arm wrapped lazily around your shoulders. His other rested on his thigh as he held a cigarette between his fingers. The warm summer air brushed over you. Finally you and him and your friend Steve. Steve cursed under his breath as he fiddled with the radio. "So exactly what happened to this?" he questioned, looking over at the numerous dents and a loose button. "I was making out with Eddie and then Dustin burst in so logically.." you turned your head towards Eddie. Eddie sighed, bringing the cancerous stick up to his lips. "I might've thrown it at the nearest wall" he mumbled. "Jesus, do you guys ever get alone time?" Steve questioned. "Well, clearly not, Steve!" Eddie blew smoke in his direction. "My apologies, Munson! I'll be sure next time to never invite anyone out with me again!" Steve threw an empty Pringle's tube at Eddie. You sat up and looked at Steve then Eddie. "Wait, wait, it's pronounced Mun-son?!" you asked. "Yeah, how have you been saying it?" Steve asked, nudging the loose button back into place. "Moon-son!" you replied. You turned to look at Eddie and glared at him. "Why didn't you correct me?! I've been saying Moonson for weeks!" you lightly slapped the back of your hand against his chest. Eddie chuckled and tapped the cigarette above an ashtray. "I find it cute" he looked at you with a grin. "I like hearing you say it, makes me feel special" he pecked the corner of your lips. Your glare didn't break. "I've been saying it wrong for weeks!"

#st eddie munson #stranger things eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x gn!reader #gn!reader #steve harrington #chrissy cunningham #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #fluff #x reader

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loverforstrangerthingsfics · 2 years

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Dating Mike wheeler

:you guys staying up late at night in his basement

:running your hands through his hair

:stealing eachother clothes

:helping him with the dnd club

:you are besties with Dustin

:staying nights at his house

:going to the mall together

:you stepping up when people bully him

:him being obsessed with you

:sneaking out at night to go to your spot

:being apart of the party

:max secretly having a crush on you

:riding your bikes around town

:going to the snow ball together and having the time of your life

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angelkissiies · 2 years

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warmth

will byers x gn!reader

tw/cw : fluff, so much fluff. young love. pining. realization of love. unspoken feelings. best friends to lovers. will byers being happy for once.

a/n : love him as much as I do, he deserves it. also ignore any grammatical mistakes, it’s been a tough weekend lmao.

word count : 3409

Mid-December in Hawkins was beyond what you could consider cold, at that point it was pretty much always below 30 degrees. The roads and sidewalks were covered in thick patches of transparent ice that, if you were unfortunate enough, would victimize you in a heartbeat. Despite all of this, it did not phase Will. He had still decided to show up at your house that morning sporting the largest winter coat you’d ever seen. He could’ve put the marshmallow man to shame. That brought you to now, sitting at the kitchen table with the boy eating breakfast much earlier than you would’ve preferred- not that you really minded. You never admitted it out loud but spending time with Will was the highlight of your weekends because without fail he’d show up like clockwork every Saturday afternoon.

“Do you want some juice?” You asked, the fridge standing wide open as you looked back at the boy for an answer. The frigid air mixed with the already cold weather made you shiver.

Will nodded quickly, shoving another fork full of eggs into his mouth. He’d taken the liberty of making breakfast, seeing as he woke you up literally at the crack of dawn. “You don’t drink it with pulp right?” He questioned mid chew, raising an eyebrow.

You scoffed, holding a hand over your heart in mock distress. “You think that lowly of me? That I’d tolerate pulpy orange juice? Disgusting!” You laughed, pulling the carton out and closing the fridge behind you. “I actually don’t think I know anyone who drinks orange juice with pulp.”

He paused for a moment, his face deadpanning before he responded. “You literally know Nancy.”

A faux gag emitted from your throat, face twisting in disgust. “Oh that’s gross.” You moved to lean across the table, pouring the juice into his cup and then your own. “Anyways, since you’re here so early- I’m guessing there’s something you wanted to do today.”

Will smiled, throwing back the glass of juice in record time. “You bet! There’s this frozen pond just about a mile from here and I thought that maybe we could ice skate on it!” He exclaimed, feet tapping on the ground in excitement. He knew, for a fact, you could rarely ever say no to him- which usually leads to the two of you in massive trouble.

You eyes almost popped out of their sockets, It was pretty common knowledge to Will that you had never skated. Ever. Not once. “Will-,” you began, only to be cut off by the boy.

“No no, I know. You’ve never done it before.. but I have! I could teach you.” He assured, reaching across the table to grasp your hands, pleading silently. “I promise I won’t let you get hurt.”

The offer was tempting, it sounded like it could be fun- but with your luck it would definitely end with an injury. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to spend some quality time with Will.

“Okay, I’ll do it. Just promise you won’t let me fall, okay?” You asked, holding out your pinky for Will to take. He gladly linked his pinky with your own, squeezing it as hard as he could playfully.

He stood from his seat at the table, gathering the now empty dishes and placing them in the sink. He didn’t bother to wash them, knowing your mother did them after their breakfast every morning. “Now, I know you don’t have ice skates so I brought my mom’s. She’s a size 7 in shoes, so I hope they fit.” He moved across the room to the bulky bag you had been wondering about since he arrived, the size now made sense considering what it held.

You laughed lightly, sitting down on the floor next to where he was. One by one he handed you Joyce’s skates, they looked well loved which made you glance over at Will. They just have done this often together, it almost felt like an honor to have him ask. “I think they’ll fit, I can try them on first though. Just for good measure.” You assured, unlacing the tops so you could slide your socked foot into the skate. As far as you could tell, it was a decent fit. You restrung the laces just a tad looser and wiggle your toes around, pleased with the comfortability.

Will watched you expectantly, taking in the subtle changes in your face as you experienced putting on ice skates for the first time. It may not be the biggest milestone in the world, but it counted to him. “So? Are they okay?” He asked, moving his hands down to pull the tongue of the skate out a tad, releasing some tension at your ankle.

“They’re pretty much perfect!” You smiled, slipping your foot out of the skate and setting it to the side. You wanted to leave immediately, you were so excited it hurt. “Let me run and put some warmer clothes on, could you write my mom a note? Just so she doesn’t worry.”

He nodded instantly, hopping up from where he was to rummage through the drawer next to the fridge. Most of the random things you had no place for found a home there, including the designated note pad and pen the two of you used to write notes to your mother when you left without speaking to her. She never really minded, she appreciated the effort to make her worry less- though it never worked. She always worried, like if the two of you went to the arcade- she would occasionally call up there to check in on you and make sure you were okay. He scribbled a simple note, nothing too lengthy.

‘Me and (y/n) are going ice skating at the pond on Spencer road. We won’t be gone too long, maybe a couple of hours. See you then!’

You had hurried into your room, closing the door quietly to avoid waking up anyone unnecessarily. The time now reading 5:45am, you picked through your closet- pulling out a winter coat, long sleeved sweater, and a pair of thick jean pants. For safe measures, you added a pair of leggings underneath the pants. You couldn’t be too warm, right? As you hustled to change, you ended up throwing your hair up to avoid it getting in the way. This made record time for getting ready, as the clock had only recorded four minutes passing. You snatched a couple scarves off of your dresser before heading back out to the kitchen where you had left Will.

“I didn’t see a scarf with you when you got here, so I grabbed this one for you. If you went home with a cold, I don’t know if Joyce would ever forgive me.” You joked, holding out the plaid scarf that clashed horrendously with his coat. You’d love to say that you’d planned it, but you really weren’t looking too closely at color when you grabbed the scarves so unfortunately you couldn’t. One way or another, it was still funny.

He made a face of faux disgust as he snatched the fabric from your hands before his lips upturned into a smile. Nobody paid attention to him the way you did, if this was anyone else- they would’ve never noticed he forgot his scarf, but you were different. You didn’t look through him, you actually saw him. “Thank you, I would’ve worn my own but I left in a hurry to get here. I wanted us to have more time to skate.” He explained, pulling on his coat. Once he had zipped up the massive thing, he wrapped the scarf around before securing the loose ends in his jacket.

You zipped your own coat up the rest of the way, following in suit with your scarf. You left the loose ends out though, as they felt too bulky underneath. You then haphazardly threw on your tennis shoes as they really wouldn’t matter later. Officially, you were ready to go- before you could utter a word though, Will was two steps ahead of you.

“Cmon!” He smiled, grabbing your hand and practically dragging you to the living room. He stuffed the skates back into the bag and threw it over his shoulder before hustling you out the front door. If there was one thing he didn’t want to do, it was waste time. That was until he halted on the front porch, “Did you remember to fill your tires?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he squinted at you, he knew the answer already but chose to give you the benefit of the doubt.

Your mouth fell open, you had completely forgotten about the tire. As if the whole incident of having to walk your bike home wasn’t a clear enough reminder. “Uh.. well.. about that..” you began, looking anywhere but his eyes. You knew for a fact he was giving you that face, the stereotypical ‘I’m not mad or surprised, just disappointed’ look.

Will barely batted an eyelash, “You can ride on the back of my bike, but we will be filling that tire today.” He stated, shoving you playfully as he slid the backpack off of his back and into your hands. It was obvious that since the two of you were going to ride together, you’d need to carry the bag so you’d both fit safely- you didn’t mind. He clambered onto the bike, scooting forward to leave you enough room to be comfortable.

The backpack fit snugly on your back as you hopped on after him. You froze momentarily, realizing just how close you were to him. It flustered you a bit, but you pushed those feelings aside as you moved to wrap your arms around his waist. You never really rode with Will, since you both had bikes you usually just rode alongside each other rather than on the same bike. It made you unusually nervous.

He would never admit it out loud, but his stomach came alive the moment you held him. It wasn’t in a romantic way, but it sent a flight of butterflies into his stomach. Ignoring the fluttering, he began to peddle, but as much as he tried and tried to get those feelings out of his mind- he couldn’t. With every bump in the road, you instinctively held him tighter, which didn’t help his predicament in the slightest. Not to mention the feeling of your head resting against his back, it was almost empowering despite how nerve wrecking it was.

The sights passed by in a dull blur, blending together as the two of you sped along the side of the road. There were barely any cars, as most people were either asleep or at work at this time of morning- that was better for you two, less cars less risk. Before you knew it, Will had pulled off of the main road onto a small dirt trail that led back through a thick grove of trees. To say it was sketchy, would be an understatement.

“So this is the place?” You asked, hopping off the back of his bike. As you looked around you noticed just how well maintained this area was. The trail was clear of any brush or litter, meaning people regularly came through to clean it. That realization made the situation out in a much brighter light than before, seeing as it didn’t look like any murder would go undetected here- not saying that Will would murder you but.. you can never be too safe.

He threw you a smile, waving you forward as he walked his bike into the grove. The trail was pretty easy to follow, it was impacted into the ground from a history of use. “This is the best place in Hawkins to skate, I’m honestly surprised you’ve never been.” He admitted, looking over to you as you walked alongside him.

You shrugged slightly, adjusting the backpack on your back to a more comfortable angle. “My parents are the most active, unless you count my mom's aerobics class. They don’t do much outdoorsy stuff like normal families.” It was true, your parents were more into watching movies and shopping as a bonding activity. It was fun, sure, but you felt you’d missed out on a lot.

Will chuckled, stopping abruptly to tuck his bike into a patch of brush on the side of the trail. “Aerobics count for something, they just don’t compare to his.” He stated, grabbing your hand before taking off down the rest of the trail.

If you squinted, you could see the trails end just up ahead. It was brighter on that side of the grove, as if the sun had chosen to shine on that spot only. You tried your best to keep up with Will , gripping his hand for dear life as he dragged you to the grove's edge.

Once you exited the patch of trees, you finally understood why he was in such a hurry. You’d been partially correct about the sun, it had begun to shine down through the cloud cover and onto the ice of the pond. In turn, the ice was glowing a soft ethereal light that lit up the entire clearing.

“Oh my god, Will. This is amazing.” You breathed out, you couldn’t help but agree with him. Aerobics definitely couldn’t hold a candle to the flame this lit in your chest. It was as if heaven had become a real place on earth, none of it felt real.

Will watched your reaction, beaming with pride as he soaked in the morning sun. He couldn’t have chosen a better person to share this side of himself with. Truth be told, you and his mom were the only people we wanted to do things like this with. The two of you made him feel comfortable enough to breathe freely. “I know, how about we hop on the ice?” He suggested, not realizing he still had a hold on your hand. He was quick to realize when he felt you squeeze it gently, a redirection of your excitement. He led you down to the edge of the ice, right where the ice met the ground- the safest starting place for you two to launch from.

You swung the backpack off of your back, sitting down on the ground to unpack the skates Will had haphazardly shoved in. Thinking about it, that was probably the training for the weird poking feeling in your back the whole bike ride. You felt dumb not realizing before now but shook those thoughts off. “So, just to clarify- you won’t let me fall, right?”

He sat down beside you, pulling his tennis shoes off. He pretended to think about it for a second, earning a scoff from you. “I pinky swear, I will not let you fall.” He swore, holding out his pinky for you to take. It was an endearing gesture, but you knew he couldn’t promise anything. It was the effort that counted though.

Your pinkies linked together, drawing a smile to your lips as you shook them- as if it was a handshake before turning back to the task at hand. Your shoes slipped off and you began to fumble with the laces on the skates. It was pretty easy, but for some reason anxiety began to grow in your stomach. A bundle of nerves being poked and prodded by every moment you got closer to actually skating, internally you knew that Will wouldn’t let you get hurt but it still scared you.

The two of you sat in peaceful silence as you finished lacing up and tying your skates, then came the real question.

“Will, how do I get up and actually on the ice?” You asked, looking from your bladed feet to the ice just a few inches away. Because the blades were so thin, it seemed impossible to stand up and step onto the ice without actually breaking your neck. The anxiety creeped back up into your throat as you looked between the boy and the ice.

He noticed the hesitation and was quick to act, “Close your eyes, okay?” He instructed, grasping your hands within his own. As you closed your eyes, you heard a rough ‘click’ of his skates against the ice. His hands moved down to grip your waist, sending a heartaches worth of butterflies into your stomach. He was careful as he helped hoist you up onto your feet, steadying you as you wobbled slightly on the unfamiliar skates. As you began to grow accustomed to standing on the blades, he gently lifted you from the grass onto the ice.

You had been holding in a breath this whole time, terrified that he might slip and drop you, but as you opened your eyes you could breathe again. You were standing upright on the ice, Will still holding your waist to keep you steady. A delighted smile pulled at your lips as you leaned forward to wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, I probably would’ve died trying to do that alone.”

Will pulled away, bowing. “No problem at all, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” He chuckled, holding his hands out for you to take. His fingers were slightly tipped in pink, the cold air relentless on his exposed skin. From what you could tell, it didn’t bother him.

Taking his hands, you clasped them tightly. You weren’t as afraid anymore, more focused on the curvature of Will’s lips as he smiled at you. He was the perfect boy, that was something you’d always known.

He intertwined your fingers together, using a free hand to give himself some momentum. He pushed off the ice, sending the two of you into a slide forward before he slowly began to loosen his grip on your hand. This terrified you, making you instinctively reach out for him, only to be greeted by his arm moving down around your waist.

“It’s okay, watch this.” He assured, prompting you to keep your eyes open as he pushed off again. He had the two of you gaining speed, and as you watched and attempted to copy his movements- you seemed to be helping him. He wasn’t pulling all of the weight as he had been, feet gliding across the pond effortlessly. The air was crisp, turning your nose and cheeks a soft pink as you came closer and closer to the other edge of the pond.

Will used his free arm to turn, utilizing gravity to send the two of you into a whirlpool spin. He quickly grabbed a hold of you, pulling you tighter into him as the two of you went in circles. His face was filled with delight as he bunched his hands up in your coat, watching as your eyes shone.

You felt like you were flying, the momentum causing your scarf to flap wildly in the wind as you tightened your grip on Will. You don’t think you’d ever be able to describe this feeling, a mix of terror and pure unbridled joy. The thumping in your chest was the only indication that this was real life, heart filled with adrenaline. As you began to slow, and inevitably stop, you didn’t let go of Will. The world spun as you had and your body hadn’t caught up- and as you attempted to acclimate to the stillness, something caught your attention. The boy in front of you was laughing, Truly laughing. a noise that you didn’t often hear. His body shook with joyous laughter that came from a deep place of carelessness, making a smile form on your lips.

He took a deep breath, crisp winter air filling his lungs as he looked down at you. “Isn’t it the best?” He asked, moving his hands to correct your scarf back around your neck so you wouldn’t get too cold. His fingers brushed across your cheek as he did so, sending a pang of nerves into his chest. He did his best to ignore it but the feeling blossomed into one that encased him, making his cheeks turn a shade of red.

“I couldn’t imagine anything better.”

That was the truth. Being here with Will was something you wouldn’t trade for the world. Despite the frigid winter air and the frostbite nipping at your fingers, you were filled with warmth.

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pariahsparadise · 2 years

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the third wheel(er)

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request: Can u write will Byers x gender!neutral reader angst where reader likes will but will doesn’t like them? I hope you’re having a nice day

word count: 0.7k

author’s note: absolutely i can. i hope you're having a nice day, too! this is short and shitty, so i apologise haha. i am very proud of the title for this, thank you. this will have STRANGER THINGS 4 SPOILERS!!

pairings: will byers x gn!reader

warnings: ST4 SPOILERS, not proofread, unrequited love i guess

“You ready?” Mike’s voice brought you out of your reverie, and you jolted up in your hard plastic chair. The two of you were in the airport at the moment, waiting for your flight to California. Waiting to finally see Will. You had been counting down the days on your calendar, each red X you scribbled on a testament to the time you had spent apart. You had battled your parents so hard for this trip, causing them to finally give in when you mentioned that Wheeler would be accompanying you.

You couldn’t stop thinking of your mother’s saddened, knowing expression as she watched you jump up and down with glee.

You pushed the thought away and gave Mike a tight smile, “Yes. Let’s go.”

The two of you stood and headed for the plane, dragging your luggage along.

“I can’t wait to see them,” you excitedly said to Mike when you landed, wringing out your hands.

“Same, weekly letters from El and Will aren’t nearly enough.”

“Wait, weekly?” you asked, a frown etching itself on your features, “You get weekly letters from Will?” Maybe it had been a slip of tongue, an accident where he grouped the two together. You could understand weekly letters from El, she was his girlfriend after all.

“Don’t you?” Mike asked, his eyes scanning the airport, oblivious to your stricken expression. He stood on his tip-toes, as if it would grant him a sort of advantage, and continued looking about.

To answer Mike’s question truthfully, no, you didn’t get weekly letters from Will. All of his writing to you was half-assed and hastily scrawled, as if he was too busy to take the time to properly reply to your neat, detailed correspondence. If you were lucky, you got one letter from him a month, maybe even two. However, the half empty pages did nothing to deter the rapid flutter of your heart, or the heedy headspace the sight of his handwriting sent you to.

But you couldn’t tell Mike this, could you?

“Yeah,” you answered, “I do, too.”

“There they are!” Mike declared, already setting off in their direction. You rush after him, biting back a smile as you watch El throw her arms around him. Your gaze immediately darts towards Will, your eyes not wanting to be deprived of him for a second longer, but feel your heart pang at the way his eyes look, glassy and cracked. You follow his line of sight, and he’s looking at-

Mike.

You push down the nagging feeling at the back of your mind as El lets go of Mike to greet you. Laughing at her boundless enthusiasm, you pull her in for a hug, but watch Mike and Will’s awkward interaction over her shoulder. Will goes in for a hug, and Mike awkwardly keeps him at an arm's distance, tapping him on the shoulder. You wince inwardly. El pulls away from you, still beaming, and you try and lift the corners of your lips to match her energy.

She skips away from you, Mike and her talking again, and you look towards Will, waiting for him to greet you. He doesn’t, eyes still latched on to Mike and El, his fingers absently playing with the painting he’s holding.

Swallowing your pride, you approach him and lightly tap his shoulder.

When he finally looks at you, it’s like he’s worlds away.

“Hey, stranger,” you say with a small smile, which Will barely returns, his free hand reaching out to pull you into a side hug. He lets go before your arms have a chance to even fully wrap around his waist, and quickly looks towards Mike and El again, as if he’s scared they saw you embrace.

He doesn’t say a word to you.

You swallow hard as you walk behind Will towards the exit, Mike and El in the centre of the group, the centre of Will’s attention. You’re surrounded by people you call your friends, but you’ve never felt more alone.

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