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Flirting (Wasn't Flirting)

My first Jaskier x Reader 🥺 I hope you like it! Title from Wild Blue Yonder by The Amazing Devil.

Warnings: smut 18+ minors DNI, teasing, gn!reader, enemies to lovers (kind of? begrudging friends to lovers?), kidnapped Jaskier, tied up Jaskier, blowjobs, no orgasm, kind of mean reader, dubcon elements, no explicit consent but he's into it.

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"You took your bloody time." Jaskier huffs. His voice as melodic as it was annoying. Nothing out of the ordinary there.

You ignore the bard in favor of wiping the crimson blood from your blade, his captors laying deathly still on the ground outside.

Jaskier had meant to stay behind at the camp while you & Geralt dealt with a rather nasty group of drowners nearby. But of course, when had the bard ever listened to either of you?

Geralt had tasked you with dealing with the trouble magnet that is Jaskier. And it didn't take long to find him. Considering his captors were after information regarding the Witcher, they didn't bother to cover their tracks very well, if at all.

"Aren't we forgetting something?" Jaskier's voice cuts through the silence of the dingy ruins. "It's a bit rude is all I'm saying, leaving a man in my condition, tied to a particularly uncomfortable chair."

"Do you ever shut up?" You groan as you stalk towards him, eyes focused on his bound wrists & ankles. "I'm surprised they didn't gag you."

"And what, may I ask, crawled up your exceptionally lovely bottom & died?" The smirk on his face has you biting back some rather uncouth words as his eyes drop dramatically to the curve of your ass.

But it does give way to an idea.

A bad idea.

A very bad, very tempting idea.

A sure fire way to make him shut that pretty mouth, or at least have it sing a rather more alluring song.

It's not like you haven't thought about it before. What it would be like to swallow his words, forcing his silence with your own lips on his ridiculously soft looking ones.

And truly, how did anyone, travelling the Path as they have been, have any right to have lips that deliously soft looking.

"Hello? Are you ignoring me now? Well- well that's just a tad childish, don't you think? I have been tortured within an inch of my life." You raise an eyebrow, making a show of looking over his barely scathed body, "Fine, but it was extremely traumatic I'll have you know." Jaskier huffs, a small pout making its way onto those tempting lips.

You say nothing as you close the distance between yourself and the bard. Only pausing for a second to really think before slowly, purposefully, dropping to your knees in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Jaskier struggles in his binds, pulling uselessly at the rope, not quite trusting the smirk that now plays on your lips.

You watch his questioning eyes as they drop to the knife, still safely secured against your hip.

And he gulps heavily, those bright blue's falling onto your face as your fingers ignore the blade entirely. Instead walking a soft path up his thighs. They trail higher and higher until the bard's voice comes out at an unnaturally high octave.

"Aren't-" He jolts when your palm ghosts over the crotch of his trousers, "Ah-aren't you going to untie me?"

You can't help but feel the pride that sits in your chest as you hear the slight breathlessness in his words, over such a small touch nonetheless.

"Where's the fun in that?"

You make short work of the ties that keep him contained within his trousers, unlacing them with a softer touch than you think you've ever used with him. Your lips part, allowing a barely there laugh to escape as you feel his stirring prink twitch against your wrist.

"Are you- wh-what are you doing?" Jaskier's breath hitches, leaving him to stutter on his questions as you tease your calloused fingers over his bare flesh, the muscle hardening under your touch.

It's flushed pink and red when you finally expose him to the cold air of the abandoned ruins. The sight has you salivating, watching a pearl of precum bead at the tip of his weeping slit as he continues to grow in your hand.

You glance up at him, lips parted merely a breath away from his aching cock. But you don't move. You simply watch him, your fingers clenched around the base of his throbbing prick as you search for any sign that he might not want this, might not want you.

But all he does is whimper. Hips trying helplessly to rut up towards your waiting mouth. And it's enough to have your tongue flick over the slit, a salty headiness blooming on your taste buds that has your body thrumming, thighs clenching together.

"Shit." Jaskier whines above you. "Okay, yes, that's- ah, keep doing that." He continues talking, even as you wrap your lips tightly around him, hollowing your cheeks and sucking, teasingly, on the senstive head of his aching cock.

You pull off with a deafening 'pop'. A trail of spit keeping you connected. That image alone has him almost begging you not to stop.

"Stop talking, Jaskier." You wait until he nods, still staring at you in disbelief as you run your tongue from head to base, swirling around the throbbing muscle.

The only sounds that echo throughout the ruins are his quiet, restrained groans and the wet slide of your mouth on his pretty cock.

It doesn't take long to feel the thick vein on the underside of his prick begin to pulse, not when you take his heavy balls in your hand, tugging gently on the sensitive sack in a way that has the bard keening above you.

You run your tongue along the vein, letting yourself suckle on the flushed head for just a moment longer before releasing him from your mouth.

You almost feel bad, watching as it pulses pathetically, so close to release yet not quite close enough. The angry red tip almost tempting you back in.

Jaskier stares at you, blue eyes brimming with unshed tears of frustration. You smile up at him from between his legs, lip caught between your teeth.

"Wha-" His question hangs unfinished in the air as you cut the ropes that bind him.

"Next time, you'll listen to us when we tell you to stay put, hm?"

He opens and closes his mouth, as if he wants to argue. His cheeks are flushed, sweat beading on his forehead. You like him like this, you think, lost for words.

"Are you coming, flower?" You taunt as you stand, walking out the broken down building with an extra bounce to your step. You leave your bard to tuck his needy cock away, listening for him to come trailing after you.

"That's- Wait, that's not fair!"

I will make a sideblog soon for any The Witcher related works including x reader's.

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loveofmoonandthunder · 2 years ago

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if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

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loveofmoonandthunder · 2 years ago

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reblog to give somebody a fucking hug because we are all struggling to get through it. solidarity in this tough ass world.

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loveofmoonandthunder · 2 years ago

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Anyone else feel like things have been Very recently? Like it's all just getting a little Too for me

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loveofmoonandthunder · 2 years ago

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Nine Years

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Word Count: 4K

Prompt: 'Horror movies'. Friends to lovers, mutual pining, soft eddie in a jumper and a ridiculously sweet confession.

When you met Eddie Munson at eleven years old, he pointed at your exorcist t-shirt and asked what your favourite horror movie was.

To anyone else it might have been strange, the way the boy's eyes were so bright, his expression caught between nervous and excited like nothing else at that time was more important than the answer you were about to give.

But you didn't shy away from him like so many others had.

Instead you gave your reply with an easy grin and without hesitation. Watching a little stunned as the boy brightened and his lips stretched wide into a beaming smile that, even then, left your heart warm and you completely powerless to resist the hand that circled your wrist and yanked you down onto the grass beside him.

He took a cookie from his lunchbox and pressed it into your hand, skin smudged with chocolate and pride in his voice when he told you how he had sneakily watched Night of the Living Dead when his uncle wasn't home and that was now his favourite.

You wrinkled your nose a little as you ate, unable to help the reaction because you didn't understand the zombie appeal, cheeks flushing when Eddie caught it too and threw both hands to his chest, his back hitting the ground with a thud as he flung himself down, like you'd personally betrayed everything he held dear.

"Don't tell me you don't like zombies!" He'd gasped in horror. Struggling not to grin when he lifted himself up on his elbows and noticed, far too pleased, that despite the way you had hid your face in your hands, there was a telltale smile in your voice at his theatrics.

"I don't not like them exactly." You countered, eyes appearing above your fingers to watch the way the boy snorted and quirked a disbelieving brow in your direction before you allowed your hands to fall away, huffing. "I mean it! It's not that I hate them or anything, they just give me creeps."

He nodded at your shirt. "And demonic possession doesn't?"

"No?"

"Weirdo." He mumbled, voice soft, and then almost immediately winced, his eyes darting worriedly to yours because what if you didn't catch the way his tone turned fond as he said it? He didn't want you to think he was being mean like so many other kids were in Hawkins when someone wasn't like them.

But then you laughed, the sound clear and sweet, and there was relief in Eddie's chest mixed with a little awe, something innocently adoring because even though he would never admit it, he was pretty sure that was his new favourite sound in the whole world.

"Says the boy who thinks a zombie movie is the best horror." You teased, tongue poking out at him when he shook his head and aimed a playful little kick to your leg, scuffed trainers nudging at your thigh.

There was a moment of easy silence that followed. A few beats where the two of you shared soft, toothy grins before the boy ducked his head and you tipped yours back to gaze at the cloudy autumn sky, fingers twisting in the grass whilst joy swirled in your chests at this new found friendship.

It was impossible to miss the exact second he had the idea, the way he scrambled to sit upright, all long arms and gangly legs because even back then Eddie had been tall for his age. The grin that stretched his cheeks was wild, excitement crackling from him as he scooted closer until he was sat directly in front of you, knees brushing against yours.

"There's only one way to settle this." He blurted suddenly, pleased when your startled gaze turned instantly curious, body leaning forward to signal he had your full attention. "We have a movie marathon. You can come to mine and we can watch both of our favourites and maybe a few more and then we rank them."

You nodded slow, thoughtful despite your excitement, the sharp trill of the bell signalling the end of recess making you jump and Eddie groan. "Okay. That sounds fun. But what if we can't agree on what ranks first?"

Eddie rose ungracefully to his feet and you had to shield your eyes from the low burning sun when you looked up at him, light dousing him in gold that made his eyes look like pools of warm caramel when he grinned down at you and offered you his hand.

"Then we keep having marathons until we do."

Nine years later and you Eddie still hadn't agreed.

You were beginning to think you never would. Or maybe even if by some miracle you did, you still wouldn't tell the boy that had become your best friend the moment he'd asked you that question in the playground.

Because it had become your tradition now.

These marathons that you had every October 1st without fail because that was the same date that you showed up at Eddie's door for the very first time, a box of cookies in your hand that your mom had sent you over with and a beaming smile that had matched his when he'd flung the door wide open and pulled you inside.

You weren't sure when it became your favourite day of the year or when Eddie became your favourite person but it did and so did he. Never happier than when you were curled up next to him, surrounded by warm blankets with a hot chocolate cradled in your hands.

There was always plates piled with freshly baked goods on your laps, movies playing that you sometimes wouldn't remember the names of after and your face pressed to the boy's collarbone when things occasionally got too scary. His arm looped around your shoulder so he could murmur, soft and sweet, against your hair. "It's okay, it's nearly over."

You also weren't too sure when your feelings for your best friend began to change, only that they most definitely had.

He was still the same Eddie, your Eddie.

He was big, warm eyes and startlingly pretty grins, an energy that made you think of bottled lightning, the kind you couldn’t tear your eyes away from, chaotic and beautiful.

He was all-encompassing hugs, tangled limbs in a too small bed when one of you stayed the night because even if you were to lay at the other end, the boy would somehow still find his way to you in his sleep, strong arms pulling you tight to his chest and a happy sigh on his lips.

But somewhere through the years, through the horrors that started on the screen where they should have stayed but then seemed to leech into your real lives, the familiar touches came more frequently and hands lingered long enough to cause pulses to race. Hugs got a little longer too, a little tighter.

There was a reluctance to let go when mornings came around, no longer shy or embarrassed when streams of pinkish gold filtered through the window and stirred you awake only to find the two of you were once again moulded around each other, fingers linked between your bodies.

Instead it felt right, like that was how you belonged. A feeling that only grew with each year that passed.

Each October 1st that you refused any other plans because this was yours and Eddie's day. Every time you turned up to the other's homes, sitting a little too close on the couch than was considered friendly, eyes drifting to watch each other instead of whichever person was fighting for their lives on the tv when you thought you wouldn't get caught.

It grew, blooming wild and stubborn in your chest, snaking around each rib, until you were forced to admit to yourself that you were in love with him.

And that scared you more than any horror movie ever could.

"Sweetheart, you're supposed to be watching this, not hiding through the whole thing."

The admonishment in Eddie's voice was weak - too soft to be truly serious - and even if you couldn't tell by the boy's tone, the way he grinned at you when you finally lowered your mug, with what he thought was the most adorable pout on your face, immediately gave him away.

It made you poke your toes into his jean clad thigh in retaliation, a choking gasp of faux betrayal bubbling past your lips when he caught at your ankle and tickled your foot with quick fingers before you could yank it back under the safety of the blanket he'd thrown over you earlier.

You were a lot less mad than you would have been had it been anyone else and christ if Eddie didn't know it. His eyes bright even in the low flickering light of the room and the pillow of his lower lip caught between his teeth to choke down a laugh as he threateningly wriggled his fingers at you once again.

Glaring at the boy across from you, there was a half hearted grumble to your voice when you aimed a nod towards the person being ripped apart by the undead horde on the screen and told him. "You know this wouldn't be a problem if you didn't bring a zombie movie nearly every year."

The noise he made in response told you that wasn't going to happen. But as he leant forward, stretching over to the coffee table to grab a cookie that he then practically inhaled, you could feel his eyes on you. The way he was silently checking if you actually thought the movie was too much or if you were just playing up because you liked to mess with him.

"You want me to turn it off? We could put the next movie on?" He asked in the way he always did, a little teasing but still sweet, touched with hope because you both knew what he would ask next when you shook your head, determined like you always were to sit through the movie just because Eddie loved it.

And you tried to not let it show on your face the way your heart fluttered and swooped in the cage your ribs when he opened his arms the moment you gave your answer, looking far more enticing than you thought a best friend ever should.

All wrapped in a large sweater with sleeves that drooped over his ringed fingers, cosy blankets tossed over his lap and curls still messy from the weather outside.

It really was unfair just how fucking pretty Eddie was.

"Wanna come here?" He murmured in a way that made your cheeks warm, your pulse jumping from fear that he'd caught the way you were staring and his lips tugging up into a soft grin when he added. "Promise I'll keep you safe from zombies."

You narrowed your eyes like it was an offer that you needed to consider - something that took a ridiculous effort considering how badly you suddenly ached to fall into the boy.

In return he rolled his own at the suspicious gaze that you flicked over him - from his fondly exasperated expression to the hands that made impatient little grabbing motions whilst you fought back a smile and warned. "Only if you don't tickle me again."

There was a soft snort when he laughed, grin turning impish as he took matters into his own hands and reached over to pluck your mug from your fingers, placing it on the table before catching you in a gentle grip. "I swear on Dustin's mother I won't tickle you again. Now c'mere."

And so you went. With a shake of your head to hide your smile, you let yourself be pulled into him.

Desperately trying to ignore the way your skin buzzed beneath his touch as he lifted the blanket and folded you tight into his side, waiting for you to throw your arm around his waist and swing your legs over his lap until there was no part of you left that wasn't pressed up against him.

He looked like he was trying and failing to hide how pleased he was as he drew the blanket over the two of you and you all but melted in his arms.

Corners of his lips quirking and a soft dusting of pink creeping over his cheeks when his hand automatically began stroking over your hair and you let slip a quiet little sound that was half sigh, half moan - his body still burning despite the innocence of it.

For a little while after that an easy silence fell over you both, a sense of contentment that couldn't be broken by the sounds of gore that came from the screen.

Eddie smelt like Autumn with every slow inhale you took. Like cold, night air and smoke, spice from the cologne you bought him two birthdays ago and the cinnamon off the pastries you'd baked especially for that night that he'd almost completely devoured within half an hour of sitting down.

He was warm in a way that felt like safety when he wrapped you up in him like this and it was all too easy to forget how much the movie had previously made your stomach turn slightly. Now barely even batting an eye when somebody screamed because you were too happy being lulled by the rise and fall of Eddie's chest beneath your cheek and the weight of his head rested atop of your own.

You watched the screen with an almost foggy type of interest. A little dazed by the hand that had previously been playing with your hair now slipping down, fingers dancing over the nape of your neck and down your spine to where it eventually stopped. Palm moulded flat to the dip in your back - the heat of it searing through your shirt.

His other hand was curved around your knee - thumb stroking soft circles on the inside that made your bones feel week and a tremor sweep over your skin.

It took you far too long to realise when he eventually spoke, oblivious to his smile, the question he pressed to your hair at your shiver, until your trance was broken by the rumble of a soft laugh when a beat too long passed without any response.

Gentle fingers that had previously been resting on your knee were now hooking beneath your chin, tilting your gaze to meet his as he dipped his head to look at you in a way that made your mouth run dry.

"Still with me there sweetheart?" He asked. Voice low, hushed, a little rougher and less teasing than you think he had intended it to be.

And suddenly the room felt a little warmer than before, an electricity present that crackled in the limited space between your bodies.

You swallowed hard, stomach twisting, the sounds of horror in the background fading to a mere hum as you nodded. Your breath hitched when your nose brushed his but you made no move to pull back and if the boy heard it, he didn't say anything. "M'here." You whispered. "What- what did you say?"

In the near-dark you watched him bite back a strained smile, curls bouncing as he shook his head ever so slightly, not at you, but at the way he suddenly felt tongue tied. Frozen with his fingers still cupping your chin and his mind alarmingly blank because you were just so close and fuck, what was it that he'd said again?

"I uh," He stumbled, words a little awkward as he attempted to subtly clear his throat." I was just wondering how you can't watch a zombie movie without hiding behind me, which to be clear, I am not complaining about, but when we got attacked by demon bats you were totally fucking fearless."

You felt flushed at how awestruck he sounded, how proud he was, gaze lowering and your hand coming to clasp his wrist, touch gentle on the scars that only recently healed there. "I was hardly fearless Eds." You muttered.

But the boy was already tutting, an argument ready on his tongue before you could finish your dismissal.

"Babe, I watched you decapitate one of those things with an oar like it was nothing." He grinned, feeling a little more daring as he grazed his thumb just below your lip, eyes dark on you as your lashes fluttered and you swayed further into the touch. "It was the most metal thing I've ever seen, maybe the hottest too."

He added the last part like a whisper and maybe it was the way you felt too fuzzy, not quite connected to your brain - a little too lovesick and touch-drunk from the way Eddie was surrounding you. The words that set your blood alight.

Or maybe it was just that the credits were rolling on a movie the two of you had barely watched because you'd been too focused on each other, the room falling into the type of darkness that made you a little less afraid of giving away your feelings for the boy.

But you found yourself telling him, unflinchingly honest and without a second thought. "I was only like that because they tried to hurt you, I was beyond terrified until then."

"Is that so?" Eddie mused. He was beaming like you'd just said the best thing he'd ever heard, like your confession that it was all for him was enough to light the boy up from the inside and make his features glow with a new softness.

You only hummed in response, heart suddenly in your throat, pulse fluttering wildly and you briefly wondered if Eddie could feel it when his hand slipped along your jaw. Thumb teasing along the edge and fingers warm on your neck.

"So if we ever got attacked by an undead horde instead of bats and cat-eating lizards?"

You laughed, shrugging. "Then I guess I'm beheading some zombies."

It was meant to be a light comment but it made the air around you grow heavy, like you couldn't move away even if your life depended on it, when he pressed his forehead to yours with a little theatrical groan.

The way his eyes bore into yours under the dark fringe of his lashes making you breath catch, lungs tight when he teased. "Careful babe, with that kind of talk I might think you're trying to make me fall in love with you."

You don't know what possessed you, the words spilt passed your lips before you could catch them.

"What if I was?"

You felt more than heard the sharp inhale of his breath, the way he froze beneath you, slack-jawed, eyes wide and searching like he was nervous of the possibility you'd suddenly laugh and tell him you were only joking.

But then he seemed to find something in the shyness of your own gaze that made his turn bold, his hand on your back pressing you that little bit firmer against him as he shifted to turn into you fully.

There was a smile tugging at his lips that you'd never seen before, the type he only ever gave when he was sure you weren't looking because there was no doubt in his mind that every ounce of love he had for you was written all over his face.

And Eddie swallowed hard before he spoke, his voice shot, affection flooding through the cracks, whilst he bumped his nose to yours. "Then I'd say you're about nine years too late."

Oh.

Wait.

You made a choked sound of surprise as you jerked back to look at him, stunned, fingers curling tight into his jumper and the warm skin of his wrist so you could steady yourself. "Nine years?" You repeated, feeling dumbstruck whilst Eddie laughed.

But then he was cupping your cheeks with both hands, drawing you back to him with a grin that was all dimples and soft honey eyes and it felt like your heart would burst in your chest when the moment he was confident he had your full attention, he told you. "Sweetheart, I was a goner from the moment you showed up on my doorstep."

"Oh."

It felt like you'd been utterly floored.

It hit you that through all the years that you'd been in love with your best friend you had never truly considered a reality where he felt the same, and now you had no clue how to react.

However, you were suddenly, painfully aware of all the times where you'd ached to touch him in a way that you'd then had to remind yourself wasn't allowed, all the time you could have spent learning what his lips felt like on yours, how he tasted. How long you could have called him yours if you both hadn't been so scared.

It felt like a crime to let it go on any longer.

"Eddie?" You whispered, nerves like a champagne fizz in your belly that then spread all the way to your fingers and toes as your eyes fluttered closed at his breath on your lips.

You could smell cinnamon and smoke, a hint of mint underneath, and god you'd never craved something so bad as you did him.

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

He sounded no better off than you - voice hoarse - a little wrecked. Thumbs digging into the hinges of your jaw like he was desperate to keep you anchored to him as he waited with baited breath for you to ask.

"Can I kiss you?"

His mouth was on yours before you could finish.

Soft and sweet at first despite the energy you could practically feel thrumming beneath his skin. You swallowed the groan that almost immediately slipped from his throat, both hands coming up to clutch at his wrists as he tugged you closer, tilting your jaw so he could deepen the kiss - lips sliding over yours again and again as you clung to him.

When you parted, it was only for a handful of seconds. A beat to catch your breath, to stare at each other like you couldn't believe this was finally happening. But then you caught sight of Eddie, eyes burning dark and hooded, lips swollen with your kisses, and it already felt like far too long.

Clearly Eddie felt the same.

The kiss became demanding when you crashed back together, greedy lips and greedy hands, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips before hungrily licking into your mouth. And then you were being pulled onto his lap, soft thighs falling open for him to fit beneath you and the prettiest moan you'd ever heard coming from the boy as your hips settled flush over his.

You gasped against him, a desperate noise that sent heat rushing to your cheeks, when his hand slipped under your shirt to grasp your waist. Dizzy at the contrast of cold rings and warm fingers that were gently neading your skin, making you melt further into him than you thought possible.

It made him grip you that little bit harder, squeeze a little tighter to see if you'd make the same sweet sound for him again and Eddie felt like he'd go wild when you did. Like he could lose himself right there and then, with your fingers buried in his curls and your mouth hot on his, because you were all he could think about, see, hear and smell.

He was drowning in you and if you asked anything of him in this moment you could be damn sure that he'd do it in a fucking heartbeat if it meant you'd continue looking at him the way you were when your lips finally parted and you swayed back.

You were all soft smiles and slightly glassy eyed - a bit drunk and breathless from the way your best friend had kissed you like he would die if he didn't - and he couldn't resist stealing another, a second and then a third. Quick and clumsy because Eddie was smiling too.

There was so much warmth in your chest it felt like you could burst with it. All the emotions and feelings for the boy that you'd buried for so long now free to bloom wild and unhindered in the spaces between your ribs.

You couldn't help the bubble of laughter that poured past your lips, grinning so hard it hurt as he pressed his forehead to yours, thumbs stroking tender circles over your sides whilst he tried to pull you even closer.

"Strange." You mumbled, soft and a little drawn out like you were just waiting for him to ask.

He didn't let you wait long, nose brushing yours, heart-achingly indulgent. "What is?"

"I think I've changed my mind about zombie movies, maybe they're not so bad after all."

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loveofmoonandthunder · 2 years ago

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Can I please see fluffy/funny "Is that all you got from what I just said?" with Eddie Munson x reader from the situational prompt list? Thank you! 😄

Thank you for request 💚 & thank you for your patience! I hope you like this, it came to me very randomly while I was away on holiday!

Warnings: Fem!Reader, slight bullying but not intended that way? Not many warnings, it's kind of a fluffy angst?

Word Count: 1,381

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"What's that on your face?" Gareth ask as you sit down at your regular lunch table.

The rest of the boys are staring awkwardly at you, as if you've got food smeared all over yourself. Only, you know it can't be food, you've barely even set down your lunch tray, let alone began eating.

"What? Do I have pen on my face or something?" You reach into your bag for a small compact mirror. It's not something you usually carry around, but you'd felt adventurous this morning, taking extra time to do the make up you usually can't be bothered with.

"Why do you look like a girl?" You turn just in time to see Mike talking at you with his mouth full of half chewed sandwich. Your nose scrunches in disgust before you register his question.

"I just put a little make up on." Shrugging your shoulders minutely, you can't help but let the insecurities creep into your voice, "Does it look bad?"

You glance over at the other boys, they're all looking at you oddly. Their expressions make you feel as though you're in fancy dress, with a red nose and rainbow wig to boot.

The only one that's not there is Eddie. And from the looks the boys are giving you, you're glad. He's the last person you'd want to look at you like you've grown an extra head.

"You're wearing a skirt." At this point you're not paying attention to who's speaking. There's a pressure behind your eyes that threatens to make your mascara run. A dull ache in your chest where only minutes before sat hope.

You were sick of being seen as 'one of the guys'. Sick of the arm punches and hair ruffling. The lewd jokes and comments you had to listen to day in, day out about other female students that the boys had crushes on.

It doesn't take much longer for their comments to break through your poorly concealed facade, the tears beginning to fill your eyes.

"Maybe I look like a girl, because I am a girl." Your voice is frustratingly watery, the first tear breaking the threshold and beginning to roll down your cheek. "Maybe I just wanted someone to notice for once."

Anger and embarrassment floods through your veins as you go to leave the cafeteria, only to walk straight into the one person that usually brightens your day.

Only, today your day isn't brightened by his presence. Instead it only causes you more pain as you shoulder past him, crashing your way through the double doors.

Eddie stares after you, he'd only heard the last few comments before you pushed past him. He'd barely had time to acknowledge the words before you had left the room entirely.

"That's on you, man." Gareth nods to his dungeon master, shovelling another handful of fries into his mouth.

"I didn't say shit, this is on you." Eddie turns to the group, pointing at all of them. His face is like thunder, furious that they would hurt you after all you do for the group of misfits.

Did they not realise that you were the one to help set up each DND session for them, or that you stayed late with him every week to tidy up. Didn't they notice the way you took the time to help them all with their homework, always taking extra care to make sure they don't feel lesser for not understanding something. Didn't they care that you always brought in extra snacks at lunchtime, always remembering their favourites.

"She does all this shit for you and you're the ones that make her run out of here crying. What is wrong with you?" Eddie is stood at the head of the table, hands clenched around the edge as he leans down to be at eyeline with his friends.

"We didn't mean to make her cry, but we're not the one she has a crush on though." Mike shrugs, barely acknowledging the incredulous look that replaces Eddie's furious gaze.

"Bullshit. She does not have a crush on me." He stands up straight, pacing as he shakes his head. He refuses to believe them. Because if he believes them then he's clearly missed something that he should've picked up on. And if that's true then he's missed out on god knows how many months of being with you in the way he's dreamt of since you first met.

The entire table stare at him pointedly.

"She'd have said something, done something." He insists.

"Doesn't this count as 'doing something'?"

Eddie thinks back to when he saw you. At the time he'd been focused on the tears that were falling down your flushed cheeks. But he'd be lying if he said he hadn't noticed the way you were dressed or the smokey black that lined your eyes.

"She changed her entire appearance because she wanted someone to notice her. And all that shit she does, is for you." Dustin chimes in.

"Right, she helps us sometimes but it's like 90% you dude." Eddie stops his pacing to look at them all, each one of the boys are nodding in agreement.

"Bullshit." His voice lacks enthusiasm, his stubbornness fading.

"Drop the act, Munson. We all know you have a crush on her too." Gareth slaps him on the arm, pulling his hand back gingerly when Eddie gives him an unimpressed stare.

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You're sitting under the bleachers. It's loud enough outside that no one can hear your quiet crying. Busy enough that no one noticed you slip underneath one of the ones at the back of the field.

You feel so stupid for thinking that showing some skin and painting your face would make any difference. Taking out your compact mirror you try to tidy up the smears of mascara.

Breathing deeply you manage to keep the remaining tears at bay. Sighing, you look at how red and puffy your eyes are. Maybe you'll just skip the second half of the day.

As the bell rings you feel a small weight lift from your shoulders, at least you'll be able to sneak away without anyone seeing how blotchy your face now is.

You feel the damp grass beneath your hands as you push yourself from crouching to standing, peeking out between the seats to check the coast is clear. When you see no one left standing nearby, you turn to walk out the small gap you'd snuck in through.

"Found you." Eddie's standing in the entryway with a small teasing smile curving his lips.

You bite your lip awkwardly, there goes your quick escape. You splutter for a second, unsure of what to say.

"I'm sorry about them. They're neanderthals, stick a pretty girl in front of them and what little manners they had disappear." Eddie looks so apologetic, as if he'd been the one to set off your waterworks. "Are you okay?"

"Pretty girl?" You repeat quietly, almost a whisper.

"Is that all you got from what I just said?" The older boy laughs, his cheeks creasing as he smiles.

"You've never called me pretty before." You try to shrug away the significance of what his words are doing to you. "I'm just one of the guys right?" You can't help but roll your eyes slightly as you scoff.

"You're one of us." Eddie brushes a finger over your cheek, stroking away a stray tear. "And I'm sorry I've not told you you're pretty before. But you don't need all this to be pretty, not unless you want it. You'd be just as stunning in a trash bag, princess." He offers you a wide smile, his chocolate brown eyes holding only warmth.

You let your hand reach out to find Eddie's, gently interlocking your fingers with his calloused ones, as you lean up to kiss his cheek softly. He dips his head slightly, turning so that you're facing one another, close enough that his hair tickles your skin.

There's a second where you just stare at each other, waiting to see if one of you backs away. When neither of you move, he slowly leans in, giving you time to change your mind.

You beat him to it, pressing forward to slot your lips together, fingers still intertwined by your sides.

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loveofmoonandthunder · 2 years ago

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It's late when you hear the quiet creak of your bedroom window. The old frame disgruntled at being pried open by two large hands, moonlight bouncing off silver rings.

"Eddie?" Your voice is rough with sleep, calling out into the darkness of your room.

"Shit, I didn't mean to wake you angel. Go back to sleep, I'll be there in a flash." You don't need to see him to hear the smile in his voice.

Eyes closed, you can picture him tiptoeing through your room. The sounds you hear are enough to have you going through the motions with him.

The grating slide of your window closing.

Metal clinking together as he undoes his belt, stripping down to the loose cotton boxers he always sleeps in.

Quiet glugs as he steals some of the water you keep on your bedside table for the inevitable morning dry mouth.

Finally, the bed dips behind you.

Warm hands find your cushioned waist, gently pulling you back to meet his chest. He wraps his body around you. Engulfing you in a blanket of comfort and safety.

"Get some sleep, sweet girl. I'm not going anywhere." Eddie whispers in your ear, pressing a delicate kiss to the top of your jaw as he squeezes you tighter, emphasising his last words.

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loveofmoonandthunder · 2 years ago

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if you’re still doing baby blurbs can I please request one where the reader has her period and it’s just fluff with bf Steve please 🫠🫠

fluff + a little hurt/comf, steve worries about u :( ♡ fem!reader | 1k words

Steve has really warm hands. They're like built-in heating pads for your aching tummy, though every time he so much as breathes wrong he's at risk of making you wince. Still, you want him close so badly you're willing to endure it.

The aches are insistent but it's the mood swings you find most troublesome. You've felt down for a few days, the unhappiness a pervasive weight that you try not to give into, lest it drag you down. Steve worries in his way, at first with an overabundance of jokes meant to cheer you up and then a quieter, pensive brooding.

And he'd seemed so so sad that when he asked if you wanted to cuddle you'd said yes, even though you'd very much like to sit at the bottom of a lukewarm shower and sulk. Or better, to be comatose.

He's worrying now though he won't say. In his bed with the TV playing one of his tapes, his back propped up by pillows and yours propped up by his chest, his legs spread wide with one knee hiked up and the other at your side. You trail your fingertips lightly down the length of his naked calf, nails tripping over thick, curled hair. He shivers under you and you feel it in your spine, tilting your head so you can peek at his face. He feels your gaze and does the same.

"Did I tickle you?" you ask, voice barely discernible from the dulcet personalities on screen.

His face is expressionless. "A little." He moves his palm very carefully up your stomach, his knuckles tenting the fabric of your pajama top. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore."

Your stomach is bloated. You'd be embarrassed about the distension if you thought Steve cared. He clearly doesn't, smoothing over your midriff with unabashed familiarity.

He flattens both hands at your naval and his eyes marrow ever so slightly. "Are you still nauseous?" You shake your head. "Still upset?"

"I'm fine, baby," you mumble.

His thigh drifts inward at your side and his face slots into the juncture of your neck, his breath hot as it fans over your clammy skin. "I can't make it better if you won't tell me."

"This is making me feel better."

"So you're still upset."

"Steve," you mutter. "No, I'm not upset. Just down. It's only hormones, it'll go away."

"'Only hormones,'" he quotes, rueful and fond at once.

He kisses your neck, a chaste, small peck. Prim and proper, you want another, softer, but you're not willing to ask for it. Preserving the remains of your dignity is imperative (though proving impossible).

"Just so you know, you're a total knockout right now," he says.

You roll your eyes.

"I'm talking super-babe. And you smell so good," he adds thoughtfully.

"Stop it," you mutter. It's embarrassingly plain that you don't actually want him to stop.

He drags one hand up to your sternum and spreads his fingers over the space between your breasts, the other hand rounding to grasp at your waist gently.

"I hate that you're practically dying, but the excuse to hug you like this is pretty sweet," he says.

It's an earnesty you don't expect. Steve doles out compliments like nobody's business, but the truly heartfelt stuff is always said like this – quiet, slow, told like a joke but said completely seriously.

"You make it all so much easier," you promise as his hand falls back to your tummy. "I'd give you a better hug if I thought I could move."

"Don't worry, I can do this part all by myself. I'm that good," he says, his forearms flat to your navel. The tip of his nose strokes the shell of your ear as he nestles close. When he sighs it's loud as a gale of wind.

"It's… it's pretty heartbreaking, when you get so sad. I know you said it's only hormones, but you're still feeling real feelings. So, if you wanna tell me about them-"

"Thank you, Stevie," you whisper.

"Sure," and there's the bravado. You know he really means it because he's abashed by his own genuineness, and it churns your heart.

And your stomach. Though that might be your period.

"Uh, I fucking hate this part," he says.

You drag your eyes from the silhouettes of his hands under your shirt to the small TV across the room. "He kind of looks like you."

"Who?" he asks incredulously.

You lift your arm and point. Steve takes your wrists in his hand and massages away the trembles moving through it.

You feel more than hear the curious sound that he makes at the back of his throat. "Who, that guy?" he asks.

There's a ridiculously handsome guy on screen. He doesn't look too much like Steve technically besides the fact that the both of them are very attractive.

"No, nevermind. You're much more handsome."

He groans so loudly and pained that you instantly start to giggle. "Oh, give it up," he protests.

"I'm serious! D'you ever think about being a movie star?"

"Nah."

"Never?" you ask. He has more than just the face for it.

"What do I need fame for? Got the silver screen dream right here."

It's your turn to groan. You drop your head into the crook of his elbow and grumble about how corny he is as butterflies rage a riot in your tummy, basically killing the cramps stone cold dead for a blissful few moments.

"Alright," he says. You can tell from the tone of his voice that his lips are quirked up into a poorly suppressed smile, all sticky with fondness like his mouth is full of honey. "Alright, babygirl, get it together."

"Shut up," you sulk.

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loveofmoonandthunder · 2 years ago

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24. "Who hurt you?" "You want a list?" "Yes, actually” - Eddie 🥰

Thank you lovely 🥰 this one got a bit more angsty than I intended, but I fixed it 😂💚

Warnings: Bullying mentioned, self depreciating Eddie, love confessions, fem!reader, Henderson!reader.

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It had been a long day when you finally turned the corner into Forest Hills Trailer Park. As per your usual Friday night routine, you'd make your way over to your best friend's home, ready to greet him as he returned from his Hellfire Club meetings.

Only tonight was different.

“Who hurt you?” Your voice is sharp. Footsteps crunching on the gravel as you march towards the trailer.

On the steps leading up to the safety of his modest home, sits Eddie.

His hair is messy, even by his usual standards, falling in front of his face in clumps rather than its usual curls. You can see the jagged red cuts along his knees, exposed by the rips in his dark jeans. The porch light reveals what you know he's trying to hide. His face is wet with tears, long since shed.

He doesn't look up when you speak, only clenches his fist tightly at his side. His nose is scrunched as he spits out a response.

“You want a list?”

“Yes, actually.” Your hands are on your hips, ferocity teeming through your veins.

The Eddie you see in front of you is beaten down, not the vibrant young man that you know him to be and it makes your heart ache for him.

Whoever did this will pay. You'll see to it.

“You don’t have to do that.” Eddie pulls his knees in closer to his chest, curling in on himself as he speaks.

“Do what?”

“Pretend like you care.”

Those four words have you reeling. How could Eddie even begin to think that you don't care for him. Your blood begins to boil with anger at whoever has caused him to question something so clear.

You take a step towards him, reaching out to him with your hand.

“What are you talking about Eddie? I do care.” Your eyes are focused on the way his chest is rising and falling. Deep, heavy breaths spilling out of him.

“No one cares." He spits, standing suddenly so that he towers over you. "Everyone leaves, they always do. So why don’t you just skip to the part where you do too. Just get it over with.” His hand shoots out, flailing high in a gesture telling you to leave.

But you don't.

“Eddie, I’m not going anywhere. Ever. You’re stuck with me for life.” You cautiously let your hand touch his, but he snatches it away the moment he feels your warmth.

“Whatever.” Eddie mutters, turning away from you. He paces in front of you, gnawing on his thumb as his other hand clenches, open and closed by his side.

“I don’t know what happened today, but I mean it. I’m not going to leave you. I promise.” The words come out softly as you step in front of the boy, forcing him to stop his pacing and look at you.

His eyes are wide, emotion spilling from the deep brown orbs that stare back at you.

“Why?” He whispers.

Eddie's shoulders are slumped in defeat, fresh tears brimming in those beautiful eyes. You'd do anything to never see him cry again.

“Because why would I? You’re my best friend. You are literally in the top three most important people in my life." You release a quiet, wet laugh, only now noticing similar tears in your own eyes. "Eddie, do you really not understand how important you are to me?”

He lets you touch him as you reach a hand out to close around his fist, fingers rubbing soft circles against the back of his cold skin.

“Eddie, I love you. I’ve loved you for years. As a friend, but also, I’m kind of in love with you." You see the look of shock that passes over his features, briefly covering up the pain that was there moments ago. "I know you don’t feel that way about me, and that’s fine, I accepted that a long time ago. But you need to understand that I will never, ever leave you.”

He releases his clenched fist as you finish speaking, letting your fingers intertwine with his.

“You love me?” The disbelief is clear in his voice.

“Yeah." You give a small, self deprecating, laugh, dropping your gaze to his once white Reeboks. "I’m sorry if that makes things weird, it really doesn’t have to. I’m honestly okay with being just your friend, I-I just want to be in your life.”

“I don’t want to be friends.” Eddie pulls his hand away from yours, leaving a cold chill in his place.

“Oh.” You didn't expect that.

The reaction to his words is instant. An ache in your heart begins to grow, tears prickling your eyes and a lump forms in your throat.

“I want to be more.” Eddie's voice is quiet. His hand is reaching for your face, fingertips ghosting over your cheekbone as if he's scared you'll disappear if he touches you.

“You do?” The warmth that seeps through your body has your chest swelling.

“Yeah. I mean, I’m not good at this shit. Relationships and all that crap, it’s not- I didn’t exactly have great role models you know? I mean, I literally just tried to kick you out of my life…” He gives a half shrug as he speaks, eyes lowering to the ground in shame of his earlier words.

“What happened today Eddie?” You have to ask. You have to know.

Before he answers you place your hand over his, pressing his palm into the warmth of your cheek. Silently trying to give him the courage to tell you what's going on.

“Fucking jocks, you know?" He kicks his foot along the gravel between you, lowering his hand from your face as he starts to pace again. Agitation forcing him to move. "They really get off on reminding me what a waste of space I am. How my uncle got lumped with me whether he wanted me or not. I’m just a burden on everyone who knows me right?” He throws his hands in the air, a harsh laugh escaping his lips.

You're quick to grab his hands, holding them by your sides tightly to keep him close and make him listen to you.

“Eddie, you know better than to listen to their bullshit. Wayne loves you. You’re like a son to him, you know that. And everyone else, come on, our friend group wouldn’t even exist without you. You’re the one that brought us all together. You’re not a burden. You’re the glue that holds us all together. You’re the heart of the group, Eds.”

You hear him sniffle as he drops his head to your shoulder. He's shaking softly as you wrap your arms tightly around his waist, holding him close to you.

It takes a while for his body to stop trembling, for the wet hiccups to subside. One of your hands is carding through his hair, while the other draws small circles along the slither of bare skin at the base of his back.

“So, this might be entirely inappropriate considering you’re upset, but you said something about wanting to be more than friends and I really can’t just leave that there to be forgotten, so…”

His wet laugh might be the best thing you've heard all night. You feel a soft kiss pressed against your shoulder as he lifts his head, raising his face to yours.

“I’m in the top three most important people? Am I at least first?” He teases. You can see the red in his eyes, the dark circles that sit beneath them. It causes a tug on your heart to see him so raw and vulnerable, but you give him a soft smile, continuing his teasing.

“It’s kind of a tie, I mean it’s mom and Dusty.”

“I’ll accept a tie.” He gives you his signature grin, the pain of this evening pushed aside for now.

You know you'll have to revisit it, make sure Eddie truly knows how important he is to the people that love him. But for now, you just want to keep seeing that smile.

“Does this mean I have to tell Dustin his sister is dating his dungeon master?” You grimace at the thought while laughing quietly.

Eddie nods, a wide grin on his face as he leans forwards, resting his forehead on yours.

“He’s going to kill us.” You whisper into the air between you.

× Eddie Munson Taglist: @zoeyquinn94, @grungegrrrl, @projectcampbell, @dixontardis, @onehotgreasymechanic, @mirkwoodshewolf, @krys-orion, @m-rae23, @stiegasaw, @lmili, @reddisteddie, @boomhauer, @ethereal27cereal, @anaisweird, @potatos-library, @runningmunson, @harrys-tittie, @evelynseventyr, @eddiethesexy, @ali-r3n, @saramelaniemoon, @edsforehead, @lorosette, @nevermore66, @sorry-im-late-sweetheart, @loveofmoonandthunder, @ms1oftheboys, @soullesscircuits, @inourtownofhawkins, @oinchynugget, @emotionaldreamer, @princesseddie, @ysmmsy, @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce, @hellfire-puppet, @ghosttownwherenoonegoes, @azaleaforsure, @spacedoutdaydreamer, @renaroo123, @anothermunsonsimp, @letlovelive21, @itsmeatballworld, @hellfire1986baby, @winnifredburkleismyhero, @eddiemunsn, @eddielives1986, @missbeewrites

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loveofmoonandthunder · 2 years ago

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Hey! This is for the tell me a story for your sleepover event! Fem reader, with Eddie Munson as the character and the prompt × - "Don't you know what you mean to me?" Ill leave the details to you! Thankyou 😊

Thank you for your request 💚 it got a bit angsty up in this one! But don't worry, we've got our fluffy ending to make it all better. It also definitely got away from me. The small blurb became a bit longer...

Warnings: Nothing major. Falling out but making up 🥰

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You had resigned yourself long ago to the fact that Eddie would only ever see you as a friend. It stung, but at least he was in your life. He's your best friend, your closest confidant, and, regretfully, you had a crush on him the size of Mount Everest, which of course was the one thing you'd never confide in him.

While everyone else in your school thought he was a loser, a satanist even, you knew the truth. Eddie was a sweetheart. He was fiercely loyal when it came to his friends. Nothing and no one came before them.

Until today.

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Eddie was always so distracted at lunch, fidgeting with the clasp on his lunchbox, staring intently over your shoulder. You already knew what, or rather who, had his attention piqued. Chrissy Cunningham. You wanted so badly to dislike her for stealing the attention you craved, but who were you kidding. Chrissy was kind to everyone, she didn't care about the typical cliques and she always went out of her way to make someone smile if she could. You couldn't blame Eddie for being attracted to that literal ball of sunshine.

Rolling your eyes at his blatant ogling you flicked his nose. Silently satisfied as you watch him recoil, breaking his attention from her to you.

"What are we watching tonight?" You questioned. Friday night's were movie nights. The two of you always meeting up after Hellfire and heading back to his trailer. Spending the night watching horror films and talking into the early hours of the morning, until you both passed out on the couch together.

"What?" Eddie's eyes had already drifted again, it took a second to fully pull his eyes back to yours, one last longing look behind you. You felt the dagger in your chest twist deeper. "Oh, tonight, right, movie night. No can do Princess. Got some business to attend to." He gave you a smirk as he wiggled his eyebrows. Of course you knew exactly what business that was, he had a deal planned. And you couldn't very well begrudge him that, you were all too aware that he could do with the money.

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You knew you should have just gone home, but the thought of spending Friday night alone in your room had you longing even more for your movie night with Eddie. So here you were, sat on a bench outside of school, long after everyone had gone home. It was dark where you sat, the overhead light having burnt out long ago. So you sat with your jacket pulled tightly around you, protecting you from the autumn chill, listening to your Walkman as you waited for Eddie to emerge from the woods behind the school.

You figured it would be a quick deal and then you'd still have time for at least one or two movies before you both crashed, looking forward to those moments you two shared together. But those plans all came to a crashing halt as you saw Eddie walking towards you.

Your throat clenched and your heart lurched as you saw he wasn't alone. Chrissy was walking closely beside him, practically no space between them as she followed him to his van.

The darkness kept you hidden as you pulled the earphones out of your ears and held your breath, keeping deadly silent to try to hear what they were saying. Their words were muffled, but you heard the unmistakable laughter bursting from Eddie along with Chrissy's more delicate giggle.

As they both got into his van and drove away, you stood, stunned and frozen to the spot. Eddie blew you off. He bailed on movie night for a girl. A girl that wasn't you. You felt the tears streaming down your face before you even realised you were crying. Harshly, you wiped them away. You began the long walk home, silently cursing yourself for thinking it was a good idea to wait for him. If only you'd gone home when you were meant to, you'd have been spared this pain.

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At home you found yourself curled up in bed, wallowing. You're a teenage girl, you're allowed to wallow and pity yourself after you've just had your heart stomped on. Looking down at your chest you realise that in your hurry to change into some bed clothes you'd thrown on one of his t-shirts.

You may have become a little sticky fingered on the odd occasion where you were left alone in Eddie's room. It was just a couple t-shirts, no big deal. You just liked to feel close to him. God you felt pathetic. Sitting there pining over a boy who was doing god knows what with the most popular girl in school.

The shrill ring of your phone startled you. You hesitated to answer, knowing only Eddie called at this time of night. In the end you couldn't resist the urge to hear his voice. You anxiously picked up the receiver.

"H-hello." You hoped your voice didn't sound as watery as you thought it did.

"Hey sweetheart. Deals done, thought I might swing round and pick you up? Still got time for a movie if you're up for it?" Something in the way he spoke to you, as if he hadn't ripped your heart out of your chest, infuriated you. You saw red.

"I'm not going to be your second choice Eddie." You spat, slamming the phone down. Hot tears spill over again. You knew you shouldn't get this worked up, you didn't even know if anything had happened between the metalhead and the cheerleader, but the images of them laughing and driving off together kept swirling in your mind.

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You had finally calmed down when you heard a light tapping on your window, which, considering you were on the first floor, was concerning. Standing up and hesitantly drawing the curtain you almost screamed when you saw Eddie's face peering in at you, hanging off the tree branch that perched directly outside your room. You struggled as you opened the old window, making sure it was just wide enough for him.

"What are you doing here Eddie?" You huff, you weren't ready to see him yet. "Get in before you fall to your death." Sighing, you help him shuffle his way into your room before sitting back on the bed, trying to create some distance between the two of you.

"You're not second best." He pants, not taking his eyes off of you.

"What?" You begin fidgeting with the bottom of your shorts, your eyes refusing to meet his.

"You're not second best. You never are." His hands are clenched by his sides, as if he wants to reach out to you but isn't sure if he should.

"But Chrissy..." You hate the way your voice trembles.

"It was a deal princess."

"But you're always ogling her."

"Ogle seriously?" This time you do look at him, to give him a deadpan look, now is not the time for his jokes. He takes the hint and continues, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'm not ogling her. I'm just trying not to look at who I actually like."

"Oh." The dagger in your heart is twisting again. So he didn't like Chrissy, but he did like someone.

"You really don't know?" He's starting to sound desperate, like you should know exactly what he's talking about.

"Know what Eddie? I'm tired, I'm not in the mood for games right now okay?" Why is he dragging this out? You were hurt and upset, you just wanted to sleep this bad day away and forget it ever happened.

"Don't you know what you mean to me? How much you mean to me?" His voice lowers as he speaks, pleading with you to look at him. He's took a step closer to you, you see his hands begin to reach for you before being pulled back to his sides, fingers gripping the bottom of his leather jacket.

You're lost for words. Is he saying what you think he's saying? You glance back up at him, unsure eyes meeting big brown expressive ones.

"You're never second best. You're who I want to ogle princess." He mocks you just a little, "I always thought you knew and just weren't into me. Did you really not know?" His face shows the vulnerability he holds as he speaks.

"How would I have known?" Standing up slowly, you move a little closer to him. You can't believe what he's saying.

"I don't know!" Throwing his arms in the air, he begins pacing around your room. "I call you princess! I hold doors for you, I bought you flowers that one time for christ's sake! What did you think I was doing?"

"But, I mean, you're nice to everyone! That's just who you are!" He's right, of course. Thinking back you realise that he was kind to all of your group, but he always managed to single you out, go the extra mile just for you. How could you not have seen it before?

"I'm not that nice. I don't buy Gareth flowers. And I don't let anyone else steal my clothes." Your eyes widen as he calls you out. You stutter out your reply,

"You-you knew about that?"

"Sweetheart, you wore my Metallica tee to school on multiple occasions. You seriously thought I wouldn't notice?" You'd been trying to get his attention, but when he barely looked at you all day, that was when you realised you needed to let go of your crush and move on. Clearly you were wrong. "It was hell for me to see you in my clothes and not just grab you and kiss you in front of everyone."

"I'm wearing your dio t-shirt right now..." You whisper, shyly looking up at the metalhead in front of you.

"What?" It was his turn to be confused. He had an inkling, after this evening, that maybe you returned his feelings. But he still didn't expect you to admit it.

"Do I have to spell it out for you?" You sigh dramatically, "I like you too, doofus. So will you please kiss me and we can forget that I was ever jealous of a damn cheerleader." A small chuckle escapes him as you pout up at him.

"You're cute when you're jealous." Eddie taps you on the nose, grinning widely at you. He takes in your flushed face, the way your pupils are dilated as you stare back at him and he pulls you in by the waist. Slotting your lips together as if they had always meant to be that way.

Taglists: Eddie Munson: @zoeyquinn94, @grungegrrrl, @projectcampbell, @eddiesquinn, @dixontardis

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loveofmoonandthunder · 2 years ago

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For the sleepover, “I’m extremely okay with this” with Eddie pls, also congrats on 100!! 🥳

Thank you for your request 💚 I fully intended for this to be full on soft smutty goodness, but the words alluded me, I'm very tempted to come back to this with a part two of the actual smut in the near future though 🥰 I hope you still enjoy it!

Warnings: Pre-smut but definite 18+ minors DNI! Plus size!reader, virgin!eddie x virgin!reader, insecure!reader (but not about her size), body hair, soft, fade to black smut.

Word Count: 1,527

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Friday nights are reserved for date night. And by date night you mean watching movies at your boyfriend's trailer. And by ‘watching movies’ you mean not watching the movie at all.

Eddie's fingers are digging into your waist, holding the soft skin tightly as you try to roll your hips upwards to meet his. This isn't new territory for either of you. Although you’re both virgins, you’ve been together for a few months now and you could only keep your hormones in check for so long before you both cracked.

Most Friday nights you found yourself lying in Eddie’s bed, gasping and groping at each other. So far it has been exhilarating. Eddie made you feel beautiful and loved with every touch, every kiss and every word. But there had always been layers of clothing shielding your bodies, fingers subtly grazing each other’s skin before going back to the safety of the cotton and denim armour you both wore.

Eddie’s teeth began nipping at your neck, his lips pressing soft kisses to soothe the bite. As his hand strayed below your waistline, softly teasing the skin that dipped below your hips; you thought nothing of it, other than the usual thrill it sent up your spine, tempting a whine from your throat.

Your back arched into him as he mouthed his way back up your jaw. Briefly, you noticed his hand hadn’t retreated as it usually would, but before that thought could go any further, his lips found yours in a needy kiss. His tongue, that devilish muscle that left you writhing and longing to feel it much lower, desperately parted your lips, eliciting a loud moan that you barely recognise as your own.

Eddie’s fingers dance their way lower, causing your core to clench around nothing in anticipation. As they continue their path towards where you want them most, you feel the cold chill of anxiety prickle your skin, your body tensing instantly.

It takes Eddie a few seconds to catch up, lost in the desperate way he’s rolling his hips against your soft thick thigh. It isn’t until he feels your small hands press gently but firmly against his chest that he withdraws, panting and looking down at your flushed face, his eyes clouded with lust and concern.

“Are you okay?” He rasps, “We can stop, it’s alright if you don’t want to go further.” Eddie’s voice is horace, his lips wet and swollen from your eager kisses. It takes all your restraint to not pull him back into you, longing to envelope him with your body.

“It-it’s not that. I do, I really do. I just- I didn’t think this would happen tonight.” You can’t help but stutter as nerves begin to take over your body. Eddie’s staring at you with his big brown eyes, they’re blown wide and looking softly down at you, making you melt inside just a little.

“What do you mean?” He asks, tilting his head to the side slightly. You’re in trouble. Everything this boy did was too adorable, too soft and sweet for words. Your anxiety is bubbling but so is your need to kiss away the confused frown that’s etched onto your boyfriend’s face. He sits back, kneeling on the bed a small distance from you, trying to give you some semblance of space to gather your thoughts.

“I haven’t, you know, prepared.” You could feel your cheeks warm as you spoke, your voice barely louder than a whisper. Pressing your thighs together as if to hide what was already hidden behind your layers of clothing.

“Prepared what?” Eddie’s being so patient, you know you’re not explaining yourself well but fuck, you’re nervous. You knew this would happen, but not tonight. You didn’t do all the things you needed to do, all the things you’re meant to do.

“I didn’t, well I mean I’ve got…shit.” You feel your eyes beginning to water, a few tears slipping down your cheeks. Hastily, you brush them away, shaking your head and releasing a forced, wet laugh, “Why am I crying? I’m ruining everything over something so s-stupid.”

“Don’t cry, sweetheart.” Eddie is quick to wipe away another tear as it falls, “It’s okay, you aren’t ruining anything, we don’t have to do this.” He brushes your hair softly away from your face, his fingers finding your chin and tilting your head to look up at him. “We can just cuddle. Or-or I could take you home? Whatever you need, angel, just name it.”

“I don’t want to go home Eddie.” Your voice wobbles but even you can hear how frustrated you sound. You just need to tell him, rip the bandaid off. “I want this. I want you. I just didn’t anticipate it happening tonight, so I haven’t…” You taper off, nerves forcing you to mumble your confession. “I haven’t shaved.”

“What?”

“I didn’t shave.” You say a little too abruptly, embarrassed to be admitting it to him. “Like my legs or my- you know.” Your trembling hand settles on your thigh, gesturing nervously between your legs. You can’t look at him.

“Okay?” Eddie’s own hand settles over yours as his confused tone hits your ears, making you glance up at him through your eyelashes. “I mean that’s really not a big deal. Did someone tell you that was a big deal?”

“Well, no. I guess it’s just implied?” Shrugging you sit up a little straighter on the bed, hugging your knees to your chest. “I mean, I’ve seen the magazines you keep under your bed, the women in those aren’t hairy.” You say it before you can think not to, a heavy flush settling on your cheeks as you, yet again, look anywhere but at your boyfriend. Internally cringing at why you had to bring those magazines into the conversation.

“You saw those?” Eddie practically squeaks, you risk a look at him and see him sat like a deer in headlights, his hair pulled in front of his face as he tries to hide the blush that is forming.

“Yeah.” No point lying now that it’s out in the open.

You honestly hadn’t been snooping. You’d accidentally knocked one of his dice from the bedside table the other night, and when you’d crouched down to get it, well you were almost face to face with a woman’s tits. You were curious okay? Eddie was in the shower, so you took a few minutes to flick through the suspiciously ‘well-used’ pages.

“It’s okay, I mean we all do it right?”

Did you actually lose the ability to think before you speak tonight?

“Do what?” Eddie’s blush was still present, but now there was a cheeky grin on his face as he eyed you.

“Shut up, you know what I’m talking about!” The flush that covered your body, as you sat trying to reign in your embarrassment, might become a permanent fixture at this point, it definitely didn’t seem to be receding any time soon. “Don’t change the subject.”

“Look,” His expression turned serious, his soft eyes never leaving yours. “The women in those magazines, they aren’t real. I mean obviously they are real, but they aren’t realistic. Not all women look like that.”

You knew that, logically, but it wasn’t like you saw that many girls naked. You didn’t know what was normal other than what you saw in his magazines or what you overheard from girls chatting in the changing rooms at school, which was limited at best.

“I don’t care if you’ve got hair all over your legs, or anywhere else. If you want to shave I have a razor in the bathroom, you’re welcome to use it. But you don’t have to do that for me.” You feel his hand on your ankle, rubbing small circles with his index finger. “I still want to touch you, if you want me to. Hair or not.” His eyes are still locked on yours, only now there’s just a hint of insecurity in them, as if he’s worried he might have said the wrong thing.

“You really aren’t going to be grossed out?” He smiles at your question, squeezing your ankle a little tighter.

“I’m extremely okay with this, sweetheart. Nothing about you could gross me out.” Eddie holds up his pinky for you, a playful smile on his face. “Promise.” You can’t contain the small laugh that escapes you, biting your lip as you smile back at him.

“Okay.” You nod as you hook your pinky with his, the small touch sending sparks through your body. Eddie’s eyes widen, his breathing picks up. Now it’s his turn to join in with the nerves that have been coursing through your veins.

“Yeah?” There’s hope, and a little disbelief, seeping through his words. His pupils dilating with want and anticipation.

“Yeah.” You give your boyfriend a soft smile as you look at him through your lashes, heart thudding with excitement and a hint of nerves.

“Shit, o-okay.” Eddie stumbles his way back to you, both hands finding your face and pulling you in for a deep, needy kiss. Biting your lips softly as he drags you to sit in his lap.

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loveofmoonandthunder · 2 years ago

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ahh so sorry i forgot to wish you a happy birthday a few days ago ! happy belated birthday 💚 !! for the request, how about #21: “one of us should probably say something” for a fluff scenario with eddie?

Thank you for your request 💚 I hope you like this little drabble!

Warnings: Fem!Reader, unwanted male attention, catcalling, white knight!Eddie, finished when tired so hopefully not too many mistakes!

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“Hey beautiful.” You hear a husky voice call from behind you.

The street outside the school is dark. Half the streetlights are broken, leaving large patches of unlit pavement ahead of you. Your pace quickens as you hear the heavy footsteps gaining on you.

“Slow down, let us walk you home sweet cheeks.” A second voice calls out in the darkness. Your heart begins to pound heavily in your chest, your palms clammy as they grip tighter around the keys you have between each finger.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve been taught to be careful. Don’t draw too much attention to yourself, don’t wear revealing clothes, don’t walk alone after dark. The list goes on. It angers you, but that rage is dampened by the anxiety and unease that currently flows through your veins.

You startle as a shadow appears beside you, the keys in your hand digging harshly into your skin as you grip them ever tighter.

“There you are.” You recognize the soft voice as he continues speaking, a slither of relief beginning to wash over you. “Sorry, the club finished late, do you still need a lift home?”

You look up at the long haired boy in front of you, his big doe eyes staring down at you with concern.

“What?”

“I was meant to meet you after your club, remember?” His hand hovers over your shoulder, not quite touching but close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him. “Hellfire ran a bit long, but I can still give you a ride if you need it?”

Eddie tilts his head to the side, his pink tongue poking out slightly as he waits patiently for you to understand what he was truly asking. Once it clicks, your whole body relaxes. The keys jingle by your side as you loosen your hold on them, nodding eagerly at the older boy.

“I- yeah, please.” You reach your hand out to him, unsure of exactly what you’re planning to do. Only to drop it at the last moment, when you realise you barely know the super senior in front of you. “That’d be great, thank you Eddie.” Your voice takes a timid turn.

Of course you’re aware of Eddie Munson. You’ve seen him at school, you know the rumours. But you’ve also been at the receiving end of rumours, so you know all too well to not believe everything you hear around the halls of Hawkins High.

“It’s no problem.” The hand that was hovering by your shoulder is now inches away from your lower back. He’s careful not to touch you, only wanting to guide you away from your would-be predators.

The two men huff as Eddie walks you past them, muttering obscenities to each other as they skulk away.

It feels like only seconds later that you’re sitting together in his van. Trash litters the dashboard and footwells, causing a rustling to break the silence every time you move.

You had been driving for at least five minutes now, sat wordlessly together after you’d given the metalhead your address.

“So, one of us should probably say something…” Eddie says awkwardly, drumming his fingers along the steering wheel.

“Thank you, for this. I don’t even want to think of what they might’ve done if you hadn’t shown up.” Your voice is thick with sincerity, truly appreciative of the almost stranger who came to your aid when he could have simply driven off.

“You don’t have to thank me.” He shrugs, “You should be able to feel safe walking home, not having to hold your keys between your fingers.” You can hear the anger that he’s trying to keep in check, the barely concealed frustration that coats his words.

“It’s kind of a common practice, most girls I know do it if they have to walk alone after dark.” You explain quietly, watching the way his fingers tighten around the black of the wheel.

“I can give you a lift tomorrow too, if you like?” He glances at you as he asks, his eyes look slightly wild, desperate. As if the thought of you walking alone in the dark, frightens him.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, if you don’t mind the possibility of being caught with me, it could do wonders for your reputation.” You hear the self deprecating laugh that attempts to hide the bitterness in his voice.

“That is the least of my worries, Eddie.” He comes to a stop outside your house as you finish speaking.

You reach out to him, this time letting your hand settle onto his wrist gently. He glances between your hand and face a few times, gulping subconsciously before responding.

“I-if that’s the case, you’re welcome in my van anytime.” He flushes as he hears his own words, “I mean that in a much less creepy way than it sounded, I swear.”

“I know.” You laugh, feeling your own face warm at the sight of the red that has settled across his cheekbones, “If you really don’t mind, I’ll definitely take you up on that offer.”

“A-anytime.” He stutters, an uncharacteristically shy smile gracing his features as he looks at you with wide brown eyes.

“Thank you again, Eddie.” You lean towards him, pressing your lips against the soft skin of his cheek. Leaving him no time to react, you slip quickly out of the van, running up to your front door.

You spare a look back towards the van, seeing him frozen to the spot holding his cheek and staring after you. You laugh lightly, giving him a small wave as you enter your house.

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× Eddie Munson Taglist: @zoeyquinn94, @grungegrrrl, @projectcampbell, @eddiesquinn, @dixontardis, @letlovelive21, @onehotgreasymechanic, @eddiesprincess86, @edsbug, @eddielives1986, @mirkwoodshewolf, @krys-orion, @m-rae23, @stiegasaw, @lmili, @reddisteddie, @boomhauer, @ethereal27cereal, @anaisweird, @potatos-library, @fireflyislands, @eponaartemisa, @aedicn, @runningmunson, @harrys-tittie, @evelynseventyr, @eddiethesexy, @ali-r3n, @saramelaniemoon, @edsforehead, @munsonmunster, @lorosette, @solace-in-death, @nevermore66, @sorry-im-late-sweetheart, @loveofmoonandthunder, @ms1oftheboys, @soullesscircuits, @inourtownofhawkins, @oinchynugget, @emotionaldreamer, @princesseddie, @ysmmsy, @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce, @bellevsoares, @hellfire-puppet

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loveofmoonandthunder · 2 years ago

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Please can I get nr 15: “Why are you in my bed? Wait are you naked?!" with our darling Eddie Munson?😏

Thank you! I had a lot of fun with this little blurb for you 🥺 I hope you like it too! 💚

Warnings: Misunderstandings, swearing, fluff, vaguely described plus size!reader.

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"Sorry, took me a while to find the vid-"

You cut yourself off as you enter your room, words forgotten as you come face to face with your guest, Eddie Munson.

The metalhead is lying in your bed.

"Why are you in my bed?" Your voice is incredulous, pure shock at seeing him nestled beneath your quilt.

He has the audacity to look sheepish as he silently peers up at you, those chocolate brown eyes piercing your own and making your heart go soft.

You let your eyes drop for a moment, taking in the way that the quilt is pulled high on his chest. A warmth floods your cheeks as you notice his collarbones, pale and bare, sneaking over the top of your duvet.

"Wait, are you naked?"

"Yes?" Eddie's voice cracks a little as he answers, uncertainty taking over his features.

"Why?" You fidget nervously with the videotape in your hand, feeling confused and flushed at the same time. There's a boy in your bed, and he's naked.

"I thought that's why you invited me over…" The usual confident boy is now sinking further under the covers awkwardly, his face growing a shade darker as he actively avoids eye contact.

"You said no one would watch this movie with you! I was being nice!" Your hands are flapping by your side as your voice raises an octave.

"Shit. Shit, I'm sorry." Eddie scrambles to get out of the bed, trying to keep himself covered by your blankets as he grabs at his boxers.

You don't know what to do with your hands. You're torn between covering your eyes and tugging on the hem of your sweater as you nervously stand in the doorway to your own bedroom.

It takes you longer than it should to realise you should turn around. You almost fall in your attempt to face away from him quickly, warmth swimming under the apples of your round cheeks.

"I'm just gonna- I'll go home. I'm sorry again." You turn back to him just in time to see the way he's dejectedly looking down at his worn Reeboks, shoulders slumped.

"Stay." You hear yourself saying.

Eddie looks up at you, his big brown eyes hopeful as he peers at you through his lashes.

"We still have the movie to watch right? I was kind of looking forward to watching it with you." You shrug awkwardly.

"Me too." He smiles at you, a hand reaching up to pull at some of his hair in front of his face, as if trying to hide the soft smile. "It was Harrington."

"What?"

"He got in my head. Told me you were probably just using it as an excuse to get me alone, you know." He lets go of the hair in favour of rubbing his hand across the back of his neck, eyes dropping to the floor again as he chews his lower lip.

"I mean, that was the plan. Kind of. I just wanted to get to know you better." You admit quietly, leaving the confession hanging in the air between you.

"Really? Fuck yeah." Eddie punches his fist into the air, a grin stretching across his face. "I've been wanting to ask you out for months."

You chuckle to yourself, taking Eddie's hand and pulling him to sit back on the bed as you take a seat beside him. Reaching forwards you insert the almost forgotten video before pressing yourself gently into his side.

"This has got to be the most memorable first date I've had." You tease, linking your fingers with his and resting them atop the soft skin of your thick thigh.

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loveofmoonandthunder · 2 years ago

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Prompts: Can’t you see that you’re hurting me?

Idk if I can add to that but if Eddie could be the one saying that & make it angsty (and maybe a bit fluffy at the end) pls do! Can’t wait to read these!!! :)

Thank you for your request! I hope you like this 🥺💚

Warnings: Misunderstandings, angst with a happy ending, mild swearing.

Word Count: 811

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"Can't you see that you're hurting me?"

Eddie's face was contorted in pain. His eyes were wide, glistening with unshed tears as desperation shone through.

He had thrown himself, almost violently, up from the couch, pacing the small room at the front of the trailer.

You had been curled up into his side, your face pressed against his shoulder as you drew circles with your finger against the rough material of his jeans.

But the sudden movement of him ripping himself from the soft cushions had you practically falling to the side. You were left, half propped up by your elbow, staring up at Eddie. Instead of desperation, confusion tinted your glassy eyes.

"Eddie, what are you talking about?" Your voice was timid as you spoke, anxiety spiking as the young metalhead carried on pacing, shaking his head and twisting the rings around his long fingers.

"You're always here. You're always touching me!" His words had a visceral effect on you.

You felt your whole body curl in on itself, insecurities awakening from a slumber that Eddie had once managed to lull them into.

"I-I'm sorry. I thought you liked that I'm always here, that we're so close." The wet voice that escaped you stopped Eddie in his tracks.

He rushed to you, dropping harshly to his knees as he wiped away a tear that had begun to fall down your cheek.

"I do. Shit, I do. I'm sorry, this is me. It's not you. You're not doing anything wrong." He emphasised, letting his hand continue to stroke your cheek softly.

But you could still see the conflicted pain deep within his big brown eyes. A pain he was clearly trying to bury in order to comfort you instead.

"How am I hurting you, Eddie?" You asked quietly. You placed your smaller hand on top of his, squeezing gently as he glanced up at you.

All you saw was vulnerability as he looked up at you through his unfairly long lashes, his own tears brimming along the edge of his eyes, threatening to fall.

"I don't want to just be friends." He began, eyes dropping to the floor as he spoke. "But I will be, if that's all you want from me." Eddie was nodding subtly, as if to convince himself that what he said was true. "I can be your friend, just your friend. But- but I can't do this. This touching, and cuddling. It's too much. It makes me forget that I don't have you, not really."

By the time he finished, his cheeks were tearstained and your heart ached. How had you not realised, after all this time. How had you not seen the pain behind those eyes?

"But you do have me Eddie." You let your hand fall to his chin, softly tilting his face to look up at you.

When his eyes fell upon yours, you moved your fingers to trace along his hairline and down to his cheekbone.

"What?" He asked, so quietly you would have missed it if he hadn't been so very close to you.

"I thought- I mean I know we never spoke about it. But I guess I figured we were kind of dating already." You shrug lightly, a small smile on your face as you continue to stroke the soft skin of his cheekbone. "I thought it was just some unspoken thing. I mean, I'm always here. And I definitely don't cuddle the others like I do with you, or hold their hand, play with their hair."

Eddie stared up at you in what could only be described as awe. He looked at you as if you'd just told him you had stolen every star out of the night sky just for him.

"We're already dating?" His voice remained quiet, a mere whisper, afraid of shattering the moment in front of him and finding out it was all an elaborate daydream.

"Yes? If you want that to be what's happening?"

"If I- Shit, I've been agonising over this for weeks." The pained contortion of his face gave way for a smile. A smile you could stare at for hours. "You thought we were dating, but we never kissed or anything, didn't you think that was weird?" There's a quiet laughter in his voice, bemused and overjoyed at the revelation.

You shrug, a mirroring smile creasing your cheeks as you gently tuck his hair behind his ear.

"I wasn't sure if maybe you just weren't into that. And I'd never push you either way. I'm just happy being with you." Your explanation has Eddie's wide smile turning soft.

"Jesus, you're too good for me. Can I- would it be okay if I kiss you now?" You can hear the slight uncertainty in his voice, the disbelief that this is real.

"Please do." You whisper, leaning your face ever closer to his.

× Eddie Munson Taglist: @zoeyquinn94, @grungegrrrl, @projectcampbell, @dixontardis, @onehotgreasymechanic, @mirkwoodshewolf, @krys-orion, @m-rae23, @stiegasaw, @lmili, @reddisteddie, @boomhauer, @ethereal27cereal, @anaisweird, @potatos-library, @runningmunson, @harrys-tittie, @evelynseventyr, @eddiethesexy, @ali-r3n, @saramelaniemoon, @edsforehead, @lorosette, @nevermore66, @sorry-im-late-sweetheart, @loveofmoonandthunder, @ms1oftheboys, @soullesscircuits, @inourtownofhawkins, @oinchynugget, @emotionaldreamer, @princesseddie, @ysmmsy, @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce, @hellfire-puppet, @ghosttownwherenoonegoes, @azaleaforsure, @spacedoutdaydreamer, @renaroo123, @anothermunsonsimp, @letlovelive21, @itsmeatballworld, @hellfire1986baby , @winnifredburkleismyhero, @eddiemunsn, @eddielives1986, @missbeewrites

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loveofmoonandthunder · 2 years ago

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My heart 💔😭

To finish, a piece of birthday cake, yeah? Eddie, obviously. Dialogue prompt 25 “I fixed it for you.” Can I request extra details of it being post-season 4, so Eddie has his beautiful scars, including neck/face? I need more survivor, scarred, Eddie in recoveryyyy. Danke.

Thank you for your request lovely 💚 & thank you for your patience 😂 I may have been inspired by a scene in Gilmore Girls for this one, but what started as kind of a sweet angst with a happy end became a bit more sad angst with a happy ending. I also changed the wording of the prompt just a little...I hope you like it 🥰

Warnings: Plus Size!Reader, angst with a happy ending, drunk!Eddie, scars, post s4 AU but no spoilers, love confessions.

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It's a loud clattering from downstairs that wakes you. Tearing you away from the peaceful slumber you had finally settled into.

The sudden noise has you disoriented. You stumble out of bed, grabbing the nearest object you can throw your hand on in your sleep-addled state.

You barely acknowledge the weight in your hands as you descend the stairs. The house should be silent, as it was when you drifted off, but instead you hear muttering and quiet banging coming from a room that should not be lit.

The living room is bathed in a warm glow from the overhead light, a light you definitely remember turning off before going to bed.

Your grip tightens around the makeshift weapon in your hand as you round the corner, preparing to take on the intruder.

"Eddie?" You release a breath you didn't know you were holding, lowering your hand and letting the plastic toy sword drop to the ground with a soft thud.

There, sitting cross legged on the floor in front of you, is your best friend.

"What are you doing here? It's 3am. How did you even get in?" As you approach him, you're hit with the distinct smell of alcohol.

Upon further inspection, the silent boy in front of you is fiddling incessantly with your Walkman. He hasn't spared you a single look since you found him.

"Eddie?" You gently place your hand on his shoulder, finally alerting him to your presence.

He says your name quietly, looking up at you with confusion.

"What are you doing here, Eds?" You keep your voice soft, almost a whisper, afraid to spook the wide eyed boy.

"Said I'd fix it for you." Eddie's words are slurred as he shows you the Walkman that is in worse condition now than it was before.

You sigh quietly, lowering yourself to sit beside your friend. Your hand reaches for his, squeezing it lightly.

"You've been drinking." It isn't an accusation, you know what he's been through and you can't blame him for needing something to dull the memories sometimes.

He doesn't speak. He simply lets his head drop to the side, falling heavily on your shoulder. Dark hairs tickle your face as you rest your cheek against him.

This isn't the first time you've found him like this. Silent. Distant. Yet desperate for the soft touch you always offer him.

It breaks your heart each and every time.

Seeing his face so devoid of life. The haunted look he gets in his eyes when something takes him back to that nightmare. How he runs his fingers over the lingering scars that are littered across his body, neck and face.

You want nothing more than to kiss away the pain you know he carries. But he's vulnerable and you won't take advantage of that.

So you continue as you always have. Taking care of him. Making sure you're there when he needs you. You're his friend first, always.

His voice breaks you from your thoughts, a whisper of your name in the silent room.

"M'so tired."

You hear the way his voice cracks, muffled as he turns his face into your shoulder. His fingers gripping tightly onto your pyjamas, pinching the plump flesh of your waist, as if he's afraid you'll disappear, and he probably is.

"I know, Eddie." Your throat is tight as you push back the tears you feel burning your eyes. Crying right now would do no good, but it's hard not to when you can see the pain he's clearly in.

"Let's sleep. Come on." You're gentle as you pull him up with you, wordlessly leading him up the stairs towards your bedroom.

You help him settle beneath your soft quilt, sliding in next to him when he refuses to let go of your hand. He turns on his side, pulling your arm to rest over his waist, interlocking your fingers together.

Your other hand is tucked under his neck, allowing you to lightly trace the scarring of his skin. You can feel the vibration as he quietly whimpers, trying to press his throat even closer to the softness of your fingertips.

"Can you just hold me?" His words are impossibly soft, barely loud enough for you to hear.

But you do. And the clench of your heart makes your eyes sting even more.

Your arm tightens around him, making sure that your bodies are touching at every possible point. You continue the gentle touches to his throat, as you leave a barely there kiss to the top of his head.

"I'm not going anywhere, Eddie. I promise."

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