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Eddie x Pencils - 🎃 Halloween 🎃one shot

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Summary: pretty much what it says on the tin. Halloween one shot with our dearest Eddie x Pencils. Enjoy. Pure fluff. A tiny suggestion of smut at the end. Inspired by this lovely photo set & this prompt post that got me off my ass to write again.

Also another shoutout to the gorgeous @tvserie-s-world who made this amazing Eddie x Pencils edit that I’m still gooey over. 🖤

“So, what brings you to my dark and creepy neck of the woods?”Came a cocky taunt as soon as the trailer door swung open after your knock.

It’s usual rusty-screeching melody preceding its occupants flirty remark. The sound of the Smiths comes slithering out the creaking door behind him. The tape you bought that got lost in the avalanche of both your cassettes that slide and slip, congregate on his passenger seat.

He will not smile for anyone. And pretty girls make graves.

The lanky shadow of your boyfriend cuts across the warm yellow glow of the lights that slant out the doorway behind him. His costume makes you grin. Sheer moronic love.

You stood halfway up the steps. Candles flickering and throwing dozy pools orange in Jack-o-lanterns across the toes of your boots. They’re all wonky and have imperfect slanted mouths and jagged eyes. Loping together on the uneven porch steps. Fat orange gourds all drunk with gravity.

The very same pumpkins you’d helped him carve a week ago, after a misty morning weekend trip to Merill’s pumpkin farm. Eddie had the rather dastardly and determined habit of choosing pumpkins bigger and heavier than his actual van tires. You ended up with so many.

Your kitchen has smelt like squelchy pumpkin innards all week. You’re still finding seeds cropping up under the toaster or in the corner of the cabinets. As per Eddie’s way with most things, It wasn’t exactly a neat process.

You can’t help but laugh at his greeting too.

“I distinctly remember making plans to invade the spooky neck of your woods tonight, my little death trap.” You smile as you edge your way up the sloping steps. Holding a huge pumpkin shaped bucket of candy in your arms. The contents rustle as you move.

Everyone’s touting pumpkin buckets tonight. Driving in and even on the street back home, you saw a load of elementary kids walking around the park in their costumes. Ghosts in bedsheets. Aliens. Bats. One very ambitious papier maché pumpkin. Superhero’s. Clowns. Home made astronauts clad in crinkly tin foil and bulbous helmets. All wandering with an adult in tow and buckets clutched in their hands, ready to be filled.

You opted for a simple witch costume. Stripy tights and your dark thrifted docs. A black dress with a little cape tied around your shoulders and a witches hat. You applied dark purple-plum lipstick and dark smudgey grey eyeshadow, and liner. Your eyelids glitter like purple constellations. He finds stars to gaze at so often in those pretty eyes.

Eddie had gone for an Alice Cooper inspired look. Top hat. The dripping dark eye makeup that you’re amazed he managed all on his own. Hair it’s usual long rocker mess. Gothic black and lots of it. A huge goth belt with studs and buckles. You spy a cane grasped by his side too. A fake toy snake looped around his neck. Just like the man himself. He really does go all out.

The fringe benefit being he looks hot as hell to your eyes.

“You’ve got me under your spell, O’ bewitching one. How could I possibly resist.” He opened his arms out to you as you came to the last step.

“Bet you say that to every witch who shows up at your door on hallows eve.” You smile. Unashamedly grab the snake that’s looped around his neck and reel him in by it.

“Only ones who bought me jolly ranchers.” He preens. He can see the multi coloured hue of the wrapped candy in the huge bowl you’re carrying.

At the same time, he plucks the flimsy pointed witches hat off your head so the brim doesn’t get in his way. You unconsciously move towards the same goal together. It’s spooky. Sometimes it’s like you have the same brain. You’re one entity mashed together in a frenzy of melding hearts, music mania and relentless adolescent infatuation.

He lopes forwards and gladly slots his slanting smirk onto yours. Tasting of orange sweet candy corn and beer. His thumb and forefinger meet on your chin. Your hand slid for his neck. Fingertips along his jaw as you share a giddying kiss. You mouth at the plushness of his lips. He does the same to you.

You pull back before he makes you swoon dangerously down these steps. His kiss should come with a warning sign; dangerously addictive metal head. May possess body and soul.

You can tell already that you’ll have to wave goodbye to this lipstick. It’s now smeared all around your mouth and most of his. Now he looks like Alice Cooper doing nine to ten in Arkham Asylum.

“Hello.” You beam. Rubbing smudged purple off his lips. Vamptastic Plum the colour name.

“Hi.” He smirks like a lunatic. End of his nose rubbing into yours where he gazes at you.

He does it a lot. It’s honestly so lovesick you should be kinda nauseated.

When you’re studying. Watching a movie. Eating popcorn or pizza. Every now and again he’ll just rest his chin in his hand and smile all warm and stupid at you. Cheeks bunched and crows feet at his eyes. Even when you have paint flecked across your forehead. Or pizza cheese slung in a string across your chin. Or when you’re frowning at your fingers when you smear your nail drying polish. He loves watching you just be near him.

It always ends the same way. You’ll feel his eyes burning their fond cinnamon gaze into you. You’ll turn and meet his eyes. And that smile lopes even wider. He’ll loop a pinky though yours and kiss the back of your hand. Or your forehead.

“Permission to enter your lair?” You seek.

“Thought only vamps had to ask permission to come in?” He flirts with you. Eyes on your mouth again. Your lips all kiss bruised makes him ache. In fact, makes another sort of serpent twitch in his jeans.

“Misdirection. I am actually a vampire. The witch outfit is a clever disguise to work my cunning way into unsuspecting trailers.” You raise your brows naughtily.

He grins. “Clever subterfuge.”

He slips aside from the door to let you come in. Another kiss pressed to your lips before he lets you sidle on past him. He hangs your witches hat on the coat rack with his spare jacket and Wayne’s denim.

“Need me to park your broom?” He jests.

“Left it in the car with my black cat. You’re safe.”

“How many more witchy jokes could we stretch this out too?”

“I reckon I’ve a few left knocking around…” you guess. Placing the bucket of candy on the kitchen counter. Hopefully Eddie doesn’t pilfer the whole lot before Wayne’s home. You hope he leaves his uncle a treat or two. And doesn’t scarf the lot like a damn seagull.

This trailer hugs you any time you enter. You thought that when you and Eddie started dating. And you still think it now. Capital H home. This place. Filled with his and Wayne’s memorabilia. And a few more other things tonight;

You haven’t seen your boyfriend as much of late. He’s been out hitting the teenage party circuits with his metal lunchbox. Making a healthy chunk of change by the looks of it. He’s strung up plenty of decorations to help pep this place up with Halloween spirit.

There’s pumpkin paper garlands arced in loops up high. Orange and black twisting streamers over the mug shelves. Fake rubbery bats hanging down from the kitchen island cupboards. Dancing skeletons hanging on the little spare space the walls have to offer. The coffee table is cleared of its usual junk and absolutely heaped in candy and snacks.

Butterfingers. Butter popcorn. Pretzels. Red vines. Cheez balls. Mallomars. All of which happen to be your favourites. He has two cold beers side by side. And a fat tight joint sits waiting in the ashtray too.

He’s even bought those fake filmy cobwebs to spread in a few places with fake plastic spiders - to join in with the real ones dusted around in forgotten corners.

All your tensions melt down right to your toes. All is right with the world. Halloween night. No school tomorrow. And Eddie. And a whole uninterrupted night of movies and bliss. You’ve lost count of the amount of times a movie night has ended up getting dirty on his couch. Tape flicking to the end whilst you’re attached lip to lip with wandering hands.

You sigh gladly as you stand to toe off your shoes. Putting them aside. Heat slides into your stomach all squirly and scorching as he stands from behind you and his hand reach around and skilfully undo the cape around your shoulders.

“Let’s get you comfy my temptress of the night. Beer?” He seeks. Throwing your cape over his shoulder. It lands nowhere even near the coat rack.

“Yes please my lovable nightmare.” You sass. You walk over to the couch. Spying an absolute mound of VHS’s ready to go by the TV. The colour seemed to dip in and out sometimes. The set was old. Eddie had to whack the side sometimes to get it to behave. You find it more endearing than a set that worked seamlessly.

You pluck pieces of popcorn out the bowl and throw them onto your tongue. Crunch them down as you sit with your knees tucked under you.

Eddie kills the music and slings himself down next to you on the lumpy couch. Frame squeaking and rattling as he settles.

“Damn. You got a great selection, Munson. What did you do, bribe Harrington with your soul to score all this?” You remark as you peer at the videos on the coffee table.

1941 Wolfman. Christopher Lee’s Dracula. The Fog. Halloween. House on Haunted Hill. And Friday the 13th. You loved old school movies as much as he did. The old swelling suspense of a good black and white.

“Nothin major. Just a little selling of my body and charms. Deviant sexual acts. Just so you know I’ll have raw knees for a month.”

“Mm you filthy slut.” You hush. Impressed.

“Finest slut in the Midwest.”

“So I’ve heard.” You grin. Leaning in to kiss him. Seemed too infeasible not too. He cups the back of your head as you do. Keeping you close as he dares. Sweet kiss like icing sugar dusted across your lips.

He makes a small ���mmm’ noise before you pull back.

“Besides. I consider The Fog a film that makes me think fondly of our very early courtship.” He remarks.

Snoopy bed shorts. A tin of Campbells. His lunatic escapades of climbing in your window late at night.

“And, well, only the best for you, Pencils.” He grins.

You tilt your head. A sigh caught in your throat.

“You must’ve busted your ass to get all this. You didn’t need too. You know I don’t need all this. I’m happy just to watch crappy reruns with you and order a pizza.” You tell him.

Concerned about the cash he would’ve laid out for tonight. The decor. The snacks. The primo shit from Rick. All must’ve cost a pretty penny.

“You’re worth every damn cent. When you’re dating a spooky awesome girl you gotta put in the ultimate spooky effort.” He tells you. Gripping his beer bottle and leaning back.

You clink your beer bottle to his.

“Please tell me you overcharged those meathead jocks for your product.”

“…. And then some.” He winks.

That’s my boy. You couldn’t be more proud.

“I’ll drink to that.” You murmur. Taking a pull on your cold beer. Cool heaven sliding down your throat.

“Thanks to Tina’s party last week, I mean, man, I scored big time. So many stoners invited. Walk in the park.” He smiled.

That deserved a kiss. Which you gladly give.

“Kinda love you for that.” You suppose. But there were no two ways about it - you were completly head over heels for him.

“Good to know.” He supplies. Hand rubbing your back.

“We better put a video on before I maul you.” You threaten with a great deal of flirt. Dragging your purple painted fingernails down the front of his top.

“Mmm kinky.” He grins. Leaning over to press a spitty kiss to your cheek. Before diving for the pile of VHS.

“Ok, roughly how long do you wanna argue about which one we watch first?” He seeks.

You narrow your eyes. Taking a sip back of your beer. “Depends if I win or not.” You look at him all cunning.

“House on haunted hill?” He bargains. Crouching and pointing the VHS at you.

“Don’t point that thing at me.” You smile. Stealing another handful of popcorn. Eating it with a grin.

Let the bickering commence…

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The credits rolled to your third film of the night. Halloween the 1978 original. Orange twinkle lights flicker in the warm yellow lights near the kitchen. The rest of the trailer in dozy darkness. The sounds of kids trick or treating and laughing, batter against the trailer side in the night air.

You magnanimously let him pick the film. Maybe you’re growing soft in your old age.

This found you and Eddie slumped down together on the ratty couch. Limbs tangled. Joint smouldering in the ashtray. Verdant smoke in the air. Beer bottles empty. Only popcorn kernels left in the bottom of the bowl. The snacks had been pilfered and pinched at your leisure.

Eddie was pressed down onto you like a lanky weighted blanket. Snoozing happily with a belly full of beer and cheez balls. Socked feet hanging off the end of the couch. Hands slung all over you like a gangly octopus. He’s currently letting out content little breathy snores with his head cushioned against your boobs. A little spit of drool by the side of his mouth.

He’d nodded off sometime around Michael Myers fifth victim with the boyfriend and the blonde pigtails. You’d been carding your fingers through his hair. Scratching his scalp. Made his eyes flick back in his head.

You swear he was one step away from twitching his foot in contentment like a canine at the work of your hands. Made his brain short circuit.

More so when he was on Indica. Just the kinda hit he needed for a slow sleepy and spooky night in. You can’t deny you’re fighting the effects of it yourself.

A couple of puffs. Eyelids drowsy. Your limbs feeling like cotton stuffed pillows. Indolent and slow. And now you’ve got your perfect metal head keeping you pressed down.

“Guess the party circuit wiped you for six, huh babe?” You smile. Thumbing his cheek. He mumbled something incomprehensible.

You shift your leg up. Which tumbles his knee more into your lap. He snuffled. Nuzzling his head further onto you. His breath was all sugary red vines, and fruity weed.

You kept on stroking his hair. Leaning forward to nuzzle a kiss to the crown of his messy hair. Apple shampoo and that lost tang of American spirits.

“Edward?” You ask.

You get a sleepy, sticky gurgle from him.

“I’ve got a really nice bra and panties set on under this dress, y’know.” You whisper at him.

Another mumble. You smile and rest your cheek on his warm head.

“You’ll have to let me move to put the next movie in, babe.” You tell.

“No. S’comfy.”

Then you hear him grumble. “Boobs.”

“Great boobs.”

You chuckle. Honestly.

“Knock yourself out. Munson. You smile.

Shifting down to let sleep come and gently take you too.

“Oh, and Happy Halloween.” You add. Letting your eyes close. Letting the static at the end of the video ebb you softly into dreams. Along with the sound of wind kindly rattling the roof. Brushing along the walls outside. All the trick or treaters have been coerced indoors. Safe inside with their candy spoils.

Much later on. You hear the rustle of clothes and feel the heat of his breath. The warmth of his limbs leeches off you when he moves. Coldness sneaks in.

You wake with bleary-sticky eyes to those brown ones staring back at you. Cheeks all flushed. The tell-tale sign of a tented zipper bursting at his crotch.

That dripping eye make up looks smeared and downright dangerous. He looks absolutely ravishing and you suddenly shake off your tiredness to see him looking so good like this.

“You said something about a bra, Pencils…” he smiles. “Be a shame not to show it off now-“ He beams. Waggles his brows.

“Heard that did you?” Your brow crooks.

Happy Halloween, indeed.

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please please please - eddie munson

Eddie Munson x female! Hopper! reader

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Eddie Munson Masterlist

Summary:

Eddie is no stranger to the Hawkins legal system. It’s no surprise to anyone when he’s dragged in in cuffs again, but it is unexpected when someone catches his eye - the police chief’s daughter.

Warnings:

Smut (18+), p in v, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, a little bit of sub!eddie, delinquent!eddie, talk of drugs, weed use

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N:

I’ve been stuck in the worst writing slump! So glad to finally finish something I feel good about and share with you guys :)

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You spent most days after school sitting around the Hawkins police station, working on your homework until your dad was ready to take you both home. You weren’t the biggest fan of sitting in the empty house alone, and waiting for him here beat having to walk home since you still didn’t have a car.

You sat at an empty desk, chin in your hand as you tapped the pencil against your paper. The gentle chatter of the station filled your ears. You were bored, tired of fighting with your math homework, wishing you could be off with your friends instead of here.

The sound of the door opening abruptly caught your attention, your eyes moving to the source of the noise. Officer Callahan came in, leading a man in cuffs. A man - as if you ever could have mistaken Eddie Munson. The ‘Freak’ of Hawkins High. With his tall, lanky build, his mess of curly hair, and his metalhead attire, he was hard to miss.

Your dad stepped out of his office, a hand running over his mustache with a sigh. “What are you doing in my station again, Munson? Didn’t you and I have a good talk?”

“Just missed ya so much, Hop,” Eddie quipped back with a grin, looking much too cheerful for his current predicament.

“Caught him trespassing at the old factory,” Officer Callahan supplied, holding onto Eddie by the back of his jacket.

“Drugs?” Jim Hopper asked.

“Just half a joint,” Callahan answered.

Hopper let out another deep sigh. “I’m trying to work with you here, Eddie. This is your fifth arrest this school year alone. Believe it or not, I don’t want to see you ending up behind bars for years of your life.”

Eddie shook his head with a grin, curls bouncing wildly. “I hear ya, Hop. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Evidently I do,” Hopper muttered. “How about this? You can spend the night here with us tonight, and you can think about whether that’s how you want to spend your life.” He claps Eddie on the shoulder hard before he’s turning to walk back into his office.

Officer Callahan leads Eddie through the station, Eddie smiling at the other officers as they pass like they’re on a first name basis, which they probably are. When his eyes meet yours, his grin grows even wider. He has a beautiful smile, which is something you’re just now noticing for the first time. He’s really hot in general, you realize. Only when your heart starts beating out of your chest at his attention. He shoots you a flirty wink as he passes, and then Callahan is roughly taking him back to the cells.

You think about Eddie for the rest of the day. Even when your dad comes out, pulling on his coat and says it’s time to head home. Even when you’re riding home in the passenger seat of the police vehicle, Hopper trying to make conversation about your day. When you sit down and eat dinner together. And especially as you’re laying in bed in the silence of the night.

You’re leaving school 2 days later, walking through the parking lot with your backpack slung over your shoulder when you’re stopped by a voice.

“Hey, Hopper!”

You turned at the sound, eyebrows raising at the sight of Eddie Munson walking towards you. “Weird to say that name and not be talking about your dad,” Eddie laughed when he reached you, a hand running through his curls.

You looked at him, confused why he was talking to you in the first place. “Uh, can I help you?”

Eddie gave you that big smile, bowing his head to you. “I was hoping you might do me the honors of spending the afternoon with me.”

You looked at him skeptically. “Me? Why?”

“Why not?” Eddie laughed, and you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful of a smile he had again. “You seem cool. I want to get to know you better.”

That was how you found yourself in the back of Eddie Munson’s van, watching his long fingers rolling up a joint. Some kind of metal blasted from the car’s speakers, some band you definitely weren’t familiar with. Your stomach was in knots as you watched him deftly roll the paper.

“Are you sure this is okay?” you asked as Eddie finished up, realizing you’d run out of time to stall.

“‘Course it’s okay,” Eddie laughed, running his tongue along the paper. You watched intently as his long tongue poked out to trail along the seam of the joint. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“My dad…”

Eddie waved you off before you even finished your sentence. “Hop’s never gonna know. Calm down.” He produced a lighter from his pocket and handed you both with a flourish. “M’lady.”

You took them from him cautiously, as if they might explode in your hand. You looked over the foreign object. You were pretty sure you knew which side to light.

Your inspection was interrupted by Eddie’s chuckling. “You really haven’t done this before, huh?”

Your eyes met his and you blushed, casting your gaze downwards. “No. I’ve never smoked anything.”

“Ooh, a good girl,” Eddie teased, reaching forward to pluck the joint from your fingers. “I’ll get it started for you, baby.”

Your cheeks heated even more at the pet name, but you watched as Eddie placed the joint between his lips (you were correct about which side gets lit, at least) and flicked the lighter, bringing it to his face. The flame caught evenly, burning perfectly as Eddie breathed in a long drag. Once he’d taken two big puffs, he handed it back to you.

You took it from him with shaking hands. You brought it to your lips and breathed in just like you’d watched Eddie do - only to feel like your throat was on fire and start coughing your lungs out.

Eddie laughed hard, reaching to grab you a bottle of water. “It’s okay. Just try again. You don’t have to take a huge hit.”

Once your coughing fit had ended and you’d wiped the tears off your face, gratefully accepting the water bottle and taking a big sip, you worked up the courage to try again. You breathed in slower this time, following the instructions Eddie was giving you. This time you were able to get the smoke into your lungs and hold it there, letting it out in a shaking breath before you started coughing again.

“Atta girl!” Eddie praised, taking the joint back from you and bringing it back to his own mouth. “You’re a natural. Knew you’d like it.”

It didn’t take long before you began to feel it. The music sounded so good you just had to sway along, and everything Eddie said was so funny. Time felt like it moved in slow motion and life looked like you were watching a movie.

“Enjoying yourself?” Eddie asked, making himself nice and comfortable in the back of the van. His long legs were spread out before him, crossed at the ankles while his hands rested intertwined on his stomach.

You nodded, a dopey smile on your face. “Yeah, I’m…having a great time,” you said before falling into a fit of giggles.

Eddie laughed along with you. “Yeah, looks like it.” He looked you over, like he was admiring every part of your body. “I knew I could get you to loosen up.”

His music sounded heavenly in your ears now. You were so warm and cozy, you could have stayed here all night. You spent most of the night there with Eddie, just talking and laughing about any and everything. You realized it had been a long time since you’d laughed so hard and felt so free.

Eddie drove you home, thankfully early enough that you beat your dad there. Your head still felt fuzzy but you weren’t as blasted as you had been.

“Thanks,” you said shyly as you climbed out of the van. “For the ride home and the, uh…weed.”

Eddie gave you that huge grin again. “Any time, sweetheart.”

You spent yet another night with your thoughts full of Eddie. He was actually a cool person. But you knew your dad would never approve of that friendship, or what you had been up to tonight.

Hopper came home with pizzas in hand. You were relieved, since you’d had the munchies for hours and the snacks you and Eddie had devoured in the back of the van had long since worn off. He looked at you suspiciously when you laughed far too hard at his cheesy dad jokes, but didn’t question you.

You and Eddie were fast friends after that. Spending just about every day after school together, getting high, exploring abandoned buildings you weren’t supposed to be at, sitting in on Corroded Coffin band practice and Hellfire Club meetings. You had become near inseparable, something that was strange to his friends when he first brought you around, but now you were like a package deal. Where Eddie went, you were sure to follow, and vice versa.

Eddie continued having his run-ins with the Hawkins police, including your father. It seemed he was just incapable of staying out of trouble. He got bored, and once that boredom hit, he was sure to be off doing something stupid to entertain himself, no matter how you put your foot down or begged him not to.

You could hardly even be surprised when you were home one night and Hopper walked in, looking pissed as hell and grumbling under his breath as he slid off his jacket.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him, brows furrowed. You hadn’t seen him come home this worked up very often.

Hopper turned towards you, eyes softening as he took in his daughter’s face, not wanting to take his frustration out on you. He sighed again. “It’s that Munson kid. Caught him doing a deal and he ran. Had to put a warrant out for him.”

You shouldn’t have been surprised, but your mouth nearly dropped. You reined it in, however, since your dad isn’t even supposed to know you know Eddie at all. “Wow,” is all you can think to offer.

Hopper began heading towards his bedroom to shower and change before dinner. “I have tried and tried to help that boy,” he muttered, seemingly only to himself. “But he just doesn’t want the damn help.”

Eddie was on your mind as usual that night, but this time it was worry. You tossed and turned in bed once you laid down. What kind of trouble had he gotten himself into this time?

Ping. Ping.

The sound of something hitting your window jolted your attention in that direction. Sure enough, the sound came again, accompanied by a pebble smacking against the glass.

You climbed out of bed in your pajamas, feeling nervous as you approached the window. You pushed it open, leaning your head outside.

“Eddie?”

Sure enough, the metalhead stood beneath your window, looking more disheveled than usual. He gave you a big smile. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair…”

You rolled your eyes. “What the fuck are you doing here?” you hissed, trying to keep your voice as low as possible. Because really, how dumb is he to show up to the police chief’s house when there’s a warrant out for his arrest?

“Needed to see you,” Eddie said simply with a shrug of his shoulders. “C’mon.”

“Where are we going?” you asked, eyebrows raised high.

“Does it matter?” Eddie smiled.

You debated on it. You knew this was a terrible idea. But hell, it was more fun than being in your room alone. You held up a finger telling him to give you a minute before you slipped back into the room and threw on a pair of jeans and an oversized hoodie over the t-shirt you were sleeping in. Socks and sneakers on your feet and then you were climbing out your window for the first time ever, falling to the ground safely with Eddie’s assistance. His hands lingered on your hips once you were on the ground, causing a blush to rise to your cheeks.

Eddie had parked his van around the block. The two of you walked together in mostly silence, not wanting to draw attention to yourselves. Once you were safely in the van it felt like you could breathe again. Eddie cranked his music up, and took off.

“Are we fugitives now?” you teased, nighttime breeze blowing through the open window and whipping your hair around your face.

“Just me,” Eddie laughed. You laughed too, even though nothing about the situation was funny, really.

Eddie pulled the van to a stop on a back road, a spot hidden from prying eyes. “I thought we could sit here and just hang out,” Eddie explained as he saw you taking in your surroundings. “Maybe smoke a little, listen to music, whatever you want.”

That’s how you ended up in the back of the van again, a common hangout for the two of you. A joint shared between you and good music playing through the car’s speakers, you were both feeling amazing. You sat next to him, leaned against his shoulder as you enjoyed each other’s company.

“I always thought you were so pretty, you know.”

The words caught you so off guard you suspected you’d imagined them. But you turn to Eddie and he’s looking right at you, like he’s waiting for you to say something. Like he’s nervous.

“Y-you did?” is all you’re able to respond.

Eddie smiled softly. “Yeah, of course.” His hand comes up to cup your cheek gently. “I still do. You are pretty. The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Your skin felt like it was on fire. You knew you had to be red as a tomato right now, and you hoped the dim lighting in the van was enough to hide it from Eddie’s searching eyes. You knew you needed to say something, but you couldn’t make the words come out of your mouth.

Eddie brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. He was looking at you so intensely now, it made your heart beat out of your chest. He calls your name, and it sounds more beautiful on his tongue than you’ve ever heard it.

“I like you,” he said, looking right into your eyes. “I really like you. You’re the coolest girl I’ve ever met. And you’re hot, funny, smart. The whole package.”

You couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of Eddie’s mouth, and you were pretty sure the weed was making your brain work in slow motion. But he wasn’t laughing at his own joke, or saying he didn’t mean it. He was looking into your eyes, waiting for you to say something, anything, back.

“I…” you began, quickly realizing your throat was extremely dry. Eddie handed you a water bottle with a chuckle, and you took it gratefully. Once the water had soothed your throat (and given you a second to stall), you had enough courage to turn back to him. “I…I like you, too.”

Eddie’s face lit up at your words. “Yeah? You do?”

He was so cute, like an excited puppy. It was so easy to forget that this guy saw the police station as a second home and had a warrant out for his arrest that very moment. You briefly wondered if being here with him put yourself in any legal trouble, but you also didn’t really care. “Yeah. I really do.”

Eddie’s hand remained on your cheek, thumb rubbing softly over your skin. He brought his other hand to your other cheek, and then he was pulling you in. Your heart nearly stopped in your chest as you let him pull you until his lips were on yours.

Kissing Eddie felt more natural than you ever could have thought. It felt like you had always been doing this, his lips so familiar to you it was like you knew exactly what to do to drive him wild. Or maybe that was just the effect you had on him.

Eddie’s hands began to wander as you kissed him back deeply, leaving your face to trail up your thigh and to your hips, rubbing your sides over your hoodie.

He reached for the hem of your hoodie and quickly pulled it over your head. You were left in the thin pajama shirt, no bra underneath. You prayed he couldn’t see your nipples through your shirt, but with the way he was staring, you suspected he could.

“So hot,” Eddie moaned, his large hands reaching out to grasp your breasts over your shirt. Chills spread through your body as his fingers trailed over your hard nipples, and he moaned again. He groped at your tits for a while until he couldn’t take it anymore and pulled your shirt over your head, hands going straight back to your now-bare breasts. He leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples, his fingers still working the other.

The sensation caught you off guard and you gasped, a hand involuntarily shooting up to grab ahold of Eddie’s curls and accidentally pulling, which made him groan against your skin. Moans spilled from your mouth as he ran his tongue over your nipple, circling around it before puckering his lips around it and sucking. You arched your back into his mouth, wanting more, more of this feeling Eddie was providing that was making you feel like you had died and gone to heaven.

Eddie switched sides, wrapping his hot mouth against your other nipple as he attended to the other with his fingers, rubbing and pinching. The wetness left on your now exposed nipple made the cool air even more noticable against the sensitive bud. Your head leaned back against the wall of the van as Eddie worshiped your tits, his jeans growing uncomfortably tight. He palmed himself, desperate for some relief on his aching cock.

He pulled off your nipple with a pop and moved back to your lips, tongue immediately pushing into your mouth and licking everywhere he could reach, kissing you hungrily, filthily. You were both moaning into each other’s mouths, tongues tangled together, trading heavy breaths between you. You could feel your clit throbbing, you couldn’t remember the last time you had been so turned on.

“I’m so hard for you,” Eddie moaned against you, biting down on your bottom lip harshly. You let out a mix between a gasp and a moan, making Eddie chuckle darkly.

“Can I…feel?” you asked, feeling shy.

Eddie groaned at the question, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. “God, baby, you don’t even have to ask.”

Nervous, you reached over towards the bulge in his jeans. It looked intimidating enough from here. The second your palm pressed against it Eddie let out a desperate sounding groan, pushing his hips up against your hand even harder. You could feel that he was absolutely rock hard. It surprised you how hard he was, and you briefly thought he had to be uncomfortable trapped in there. He had too many clothes on, anyway.

You tugged on his shirt, wanting it out of the way. Eddie smirked at you, picking up the hint immediately as he shrugged his leather jacket off his shoulders before pulling his t-shirt over his head. You took in his bare chest in front of you, the pale skin now exposed to you. You rubbed your fingers over his belly and chest, feeling every part of him you could reach. Eddie just let you, head leaning back against the wall as he enjoyed your touch.

“Feels good, baby,” he breathed, eyes closed. He looked so pretty like this, you thought.

You trailed your hands lower, down to the bit of hair leading beneath his jeans. Eddie’s eyes shot open to look at you when your fingertips brushed there. Your hand moved lower, rubbing over his hard on over his jeans again, earning another delicious groan from his lips.

“You seem uncomfortable in here…” you said teasingly as you rubbed him.

He looked up at you, the expression in his eyes nearly pained. “Yeah…I am,” he said, voice quiet and gruff.

“I could help you with that…” you said, giving him a squeeze that dragged an even more delicious sound from him. “If you want me to.”

“Yes, god yes, please,” Eddie begged, sounding as desperate as he felt. “Please touch me, baby.”

You hadn’t realized you would like the sound of him begging, but you absolutely do. Your hands moved to his belt, working open his buckle. Eddie watched you work, big brown eyes focused on your lithe hands undoing his belt before moving to the button and zipper of his jeans.

“Wait-“ Eddie said, causing you to halt your movements immediately and look up at him, concerned. He smiled at you sheepishly. “Can you take yours off first? Wanna enjoy the view.”

You rolled your eyes at the dopey grin on his face, but obliged. You gave him a little show as you wiggled your hips, pushing the denim down your body until you kicked it away. Eddie’s eyes never left you once.

Left in only your panties now, you moved back to Eddie, fingers hooking onto the waistband of his jeans. He lifted his hips off the ground as you pulled them down for him. He was left in nothing but his boxers, your eyes immediately drawn to the very, very large tent in them.

“You look like you need some attention,” you teased.

It took everything in Eddie to resist wrapping his own hand around his cock, pulsing and aching and neglected, but he wanted you to be the one to touch him. “Yeah, uh…could definitely use some,” Eddie said, his cheeks flushing pink. Cute.

You watched him as you leaned forward, licking against the tip of his cock over his boxers.

Eddie shuddered, a shaky groan leaving his lips. “Don’t tease me sweetheart, please,” he begged. You could see his dick twitch beneath the material.

As much fun as you were having, you decided to take mercy on him. Eddie lifted his hips again for you to pull his boxers down, his girth slapping against his abdomen. Your eyes widened at it - long, hard, and needy. Tip red and leaking, cock twitching as he looked at you looking at him.

You wrapped a hand around his base, drawing a hiss from Eddie. You started stroking him slowly, thumb running over his tip and smearing his precum along his length. Eddie groaned, resisting the urge to buck his hips up for more. “God, baby,” he moaned, head thrown back and eyes closed.

“Feel good?” you asked him, eyes darting between your hand moving along his beautiful cock, and his beautiful face, contorted in pleasure.

“Fuck yeah,” he moaned, eyes opening to look into your face. “Faster, sweetheart, please.”

You sped up your movements, jerking him faster. You reached your free hand down to grasp his balls, making Eddie whimper. “Fuck, please, your mouth, babe…”

You didn’t think you could deny anything he asked of you right now. You got yourself comfortable on your knees in front of him before leaning forward and wrapping your lips around his tip. Swirling your tongue around the head, flicking over the slit and tasting him. Eddie’s hand shot up to grab your hair, his thighs trembling beneath your hands. You sunk your head down his length, determined to take as much of him as possible. You gagged about halfway down, already feeling like you were taking so much.

“You can take it, sweetheart,” Eddie said, his voice strained and fist shaking against the back of your head. “You can take all of me. Open that pretty mouth nice and wide for me.”

You moaned around him at his dirty words, and Eddie couldn’t help the way his hips bucked up into your mouth. “Shit! Sorry!” Eddie exclaimed as you came off him quickly, gagging and coughing.

“It’s okay,” you said, wiping the tears from your face once you were breathing normally again. You wrapped your lips around him again and sunk down, opening your jaw as wide as you could. Tears started falling again once you had taken almost all of him, and you nearly gave up, if not for the sinful noises Eddie was making as you took him deeper and deeper. When you finally felt your nose pressed against the brown curls at his base, you felt accomplished. You hummed around him, pleased with your work.

Eddie, however, was hanging on by a thread.

“Shit, shit!” he hissed, fist clenched in your hair and whole body shaking at the feeling of his entire cock buried down your throat. He knew you probably couldn’t breathe, so he only held you there for a few glorious seconds before he let go, resting his hand on your head instead of forcing it.

You began to bob your head up and down, taking as much of him as you could every time. Eddie moaned wantonly above you, fingers brushing through your hair affectionately as you gave him the best head of his life. “God, baby, that’s…fucking incredible, shit…”

You pop off of his cock and move down to lick at his balls, sucking them into your mouth which makes Eddie’s moans go higher. You take his length back in your mouth and suck him messily, saliva dripping down onto his thighs. Neither of you cared. It caught you by surprise when Eddie pulled on your hair, pulling you off of him entirely. You looked at him confused.

“I was about to bust down your throat, babe,” Eddie laughed, completely breathless. “And I wanna fuck that cute little pussy first.”

Eddie pushed you against the floor of the van as he crawled over you, long curls reaching down to tickle your face. You giggled, which Eddie loved, and he dipped his head, shaking it to tickle you with his hair even more.

He dipped his head lower to press kisses to your neck. He started slow, placing kisses across the skin, before he started nipping at your pulse point, biting and sucking the sensitive spot. The feeling drove you crazy, and you arched into him, turning your head to give him full access. Eddie absolutely devoured your skin, moaning as he left dark love bites to remember him by.

His hand slipped beneath the hem of your panties, fingers tracing through your glistening folds. “So wet for me…” Eddie mumbled against your ear, sending chills through your body. He held his hand up to show your wetness covering his long fingers, before sticking them in his mouth and sucking them clean with a groan. “And so sweet.”

Eddie was on his knees between your legs before you even realized what was happening, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your panties as he slowly began to peel them off your body and down your smooth legs.

He placed his hands on your knees and spread your legs apart, eyes drinking in your pussy spread out before him, all for him. “God…” he muttered to himself, and his cock kicked up with anticipation.

“Want you, Eddie,” you begged him, as he was taking far too long just to stare. You couldn’t really blame him, though, as your eyes lingered on his body a little too long, too.

Eddie smirked at you. “Yeah? Want my cock, sweetheart?” he teased, leaning forward to trail his lips along your jaw.

“Please,” you begged him, pushing your hips up against him, his cock sliding against your slick folds. Eddie groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he rocked his hips against you more.

“You ready for me, baby?” he asked, lifting your legs around his waist and rubbing his cockhead against your throbbing clit, lining himself up at your entrance. “‘Cause I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

“Please, please,” you begged again, writhing beneath him, so desperate to feel Eddie inside you. You felt your pussy clenching around nothing, your mind running with thoughts of what it will feel like to have all of him.

Eddie needed no further encouragement. He began to push in, groaning as he sunk into you inch by inch. The stretch was intense but also incredible. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock. You grabbed onto his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as he stretched you more and more with every thick inch. Your brow was furrowed, eyes closed tight as he finally bottomed out, keeping himself still despite his every instinct to absolutely ruin you.

“You okay, baby?” Eddie asked, eyes intently on your face. You opened your eyes, letting out a shaky exhale. The pain was starting to fade as you got used to his girth.

“I’m okay,” you assured him. “You can move.”

He pulled his hips back, slowly drawing out of you. Despite the pain you had felt, being empty was worse. You wanted nothing more than for him to fill you again. Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long.

Eddie set a steady pace, thrusting into you slowly yet powerfully. You couldn’t help but moan with every thrust, each push inside of you pressing right up against something that felt absolutely incredible. Your body trembled beneath him as Eddie leaned over you, rolling his hips into yours again and again.

“Shit, you’re so tight, baby,” Eddie muttered against your cheek as he pressed deep inside you, causing you to cry out at the intense pressure against your bundle of nerves. “Taking me so well. You’re so good for me.”

You moaned at his praise, wanting to be a good girl for him. “Faster, Eddie, please,” you whined.

With the permission he’d been waiting for, Eddie sped up his hips, fucking into you harder and faster. The van was rocking, windows fogged up, the obscene sound of your skin slapping together and loud, uninhibited moans filling the space and tuning out the music.

Eddie buried his face in your neck, loud whines coming from his pretty lips. You never imagined he could make the noises he was currently making, and it made your clit throb even harder, your pussy clenching tightly around his length.

“So good baby, perfect little cunt,” Eddie rasped out, sounding like he was utterly lost in the feeling of you. He began to babble, mind lost to the pleasure. “That’s my good girl, taking my fat cock like that. Letting me spread her wide and take what’s mine. Filthy little slut, all for me, fuck, so fucking tight and wet, pussy’s perfect.”

All you could do was hold onto his strong shoulders, desperate for some sort of lifeline as he fucked you stupid. Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head as he began to move even faster, hips snapping into you brutally now as Eddie sets a relentless pace. Desperate moans spilled from your lips uncontrollably. Eddie’s free hand gripped onto your thigh tightly as he rutted into you, his other arm holding all his weight above you.

“So…so good, Eddie, feels so good, you’re so deep, s’big, can’t take it…” you find yourself rambling without a single coherent thought in your brain.

“You can take it, sweetheart, you are taking it, taking me so good,” Eddie encouraged. He bit down on your shoulder, and you cried out, squeezing around him. You felt something building deep inside you, growing rapidly with every move of Eddie’s hips.

“Eddie…’m close…” you whined, and he moaned against your neck.

“Pretty girl, my girl. I want you to come all over my cock,” Eddie begged, hips pistoning into you at a rapid pace. He let go of your thigh and moved his free hand between your bodies instead, pressing down on your swollen clit and rubbing circles against it. “Wanna feel you make a mess all over me.”

The moans leaving your lips were so whiny, desperate sounding and loud, you hardly even recognized them as coming from you. You didn’t even know you were making noises at all. Eddie shoved you right off the edge, and your release hit hard. You tightened your legs around his waist as you arched beneath him, hips bucking up to meet his movements as you moaned his name over and over again. Eddie pressed his lips onto yours hard, swallowing your moans as he licked into your mouth again, his own moans growing in intensity now.

“Fuck…shit, sweetheart, ‘m gonna cum, ‘m almost there, keep squeezing me just like that, Christ,” Eddie babbled as his thrusts turned quicker, frantic and sloppy with no rhythm as he desperately chased his release. He pumped into you roughly a couple more times before he stilled with a cry, painting your walls with his seed deep inside. He pumped his hips slowly through the last of his orgasm, making sure you got every last drop.

Your bodies were wrapped around one another as you came down from your highs, both trembling and trying to catch your breath. Once Eddie had composed himself enough he began placing kisses all over your neck, up to your cheek until he eventually reached your lips, where he placed a sweet, lingering kiss.

Eddie rolled off of you, not bothering to go farther than the floor of the van next to you. He reached for his cigarettes and pulled one out, placing it between his lips and lighting it. The smoke filled the van, and you scrunched up your nose at the smell.

“That was fucking incredible,” Eddie laughed, breaking the silence. You couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Yeah. It was.”

Eddie draws circles onto the skin of your belly with his free hand as he drags on his cigarette. “Maybe…you should be my girl.”

Your gaze shot to his face, your eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Eddie smiled, brushing some of your sweaty hair out of your face. “You’re the coolest girl I’ve ever met. I love spending time with you.” A smirk grew across his face. “Perfect pussy, too.”

You smacked him on the arm, making Eddie laugh. “You’re such a perv.”

“I just can’t help myself around you.” Eddie looked at you like you were the best thing he’d ever seen in his life. A revelation. A goddess.

You sighed, noticing the time on the van’s radio. “Shit. I probably need to get back home before dad realizes I’m gone.”

Eddie sighed heavily, too, as he finished his cigarette and stubbed it out. “Yeah. I’ll drive you back.” He didn’t want to see the night end, but he knew you were right. He began to pull his clothes back on as you did the same.

The whole ride home, you thought about Eddie. Not just the incredible night you’d shared, or that he’s your boyfriend now, but thoughts of the warrant creep back into your mind, interrupting the happier thoughts. “What’s going to happen?”

You didn’t have to explain what you were referring to. “I’ll, uh, have to do some time,” he said, like the only thing he was sorry about was that it was hurting you. “I’m sorry, baby.”

You nodded, feeling like tears were going to spill from your eyes at any moment. You had just found this amazing, beautiful thing that made you so happy, and now it was going to be taken away. Locked away.

Eddie reached over and held your hand in his. He gave it a comforting squeeze. “It won’t be long though, promise. You’ll wait for me on the outside, yeah?” he asked, teasing grin on his face.

You mustered up a smile in return. “‘Course I will. I’ll wait as long as it takes for you.”

Eddie smiled at that, bringing your hand to his mouth to place a kiss on the back of your knuckles. “I don’t deserve you.”

He stopped the van a safe distance from your house again. After a goodbye kiss that turned into an accidental makeout session, Eddie walked you back to your window.

“Such a gentleman,” you tease as you prepare to sneak back into your bedroom.

Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist. “Always.” He kissed you again, and just like every time he’s kissed you, you melt right into it. It could have turned into another makeout session if it wasn’t for your dad’s bedroom light turning on, snapping you back to reality.

“Be safe, Eddie,” you told him, kissing him one last time.

“Don’t worry about me, princess,” he said. He lifted you up to help you reach the window easier and you climbed back inside, landing on the floor with a soft thud.

You turned back to the window when you stood. Eddie gave you a wink, smirk on his face, before he turned and disappeared back into the darkness.

That night as you laid in bed you could still feel him all over you. Tingles all over your body everywhere he touched. You would never be the same, you felt.

Eddie Munson was going to be the death of you.

[andvys]

Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it E.M.

A continuation of I know places

Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of bullying, Eddie calling reader slut (in a sexy way haha), Eddie eats reader out in public

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!cheerleader!reader

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The classroom is silent, everyone focused on their assignment, everyone except for Eddie who can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. There you are sitting on the other side of the classroom, playing with the pencil, you place it between your lips, the lips that have been wrapped around his cock just a few days back. 

Fuck. 

Eddie felt like it was nothing but a dream after you had left him standing there with a flushed face and gaping eyes. 

He is still in disbelief, did it really happen? Did you really get on your knees for him? Yes, you did. He stares at you in awe. You turn to look at him, a smirk appearing on your face as your eyes lock with his. 

Eddie smiles shyly. He wants nothing more than to return the favor but he hasn’t been brave enough to make a move on you. He considered starting a fight with Jason again just to get you to cheer him up again but then he decided against it. 

He can’t take his eyes off of you, he never could. He was always a little obsessed with you. You and your little cheer uniform, your glossy lips, the cute hairstyles and those innocent yet mischievous eyes of yours always drove him crazy. 

You were always a little intimidating to him and others. You were no bully but you were never afraid to speak your mind and fight back against bullies, he wouldn’t be surprised if those assholes made you a target as well but surprisingly they never did. 

The first time you had ever smiled at him, he felt like his heart was about to explode and the first time you spoke to him, he felt it flutter like crazy. Once he realized that you weren’t as intimidating as he thought, he began to make conversations with you, holding doors open for you, offering to carry your books to your next classes. He was happy to see your smile that was only directed at him, the cute little giggles that he got to hear whenever he told you one of his bad jokes. 

You were nice to him, not as nice as you were to others though. Maybe you had a soft spot for him, that made him feel special. 

Especially after what happened at the restroom. 

He can’t keep his eyes off of you, not during class, not during lunch at the cafeteria. He is crazy about you. 

You’re sitting with Nancy and Barb, giggling about something one of the girls had whispered to you. He licks his lips as he watches your skirt ride up, exposing more of your skin, leaning closer to your friends to tell them something before you get up. He straightens up, eyes following you as he watches you leaving the cafeteria. 

He almost jumps up instantly, discarding his lunch and ignoring his friends and their confused faces, he follows you out, rushing after you. The hallways are empty, he figures that you went into the restroom so he decides to wait for you but the moment he leans against the wall, he feels a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he finds you standing here with a smirk on your pretty face.

“Who are you waiting for, pretty boy?” 

The teasing look in your eyes tells him that you already know that he was waiting for you. You felt his eyes on you the whole time, you might not always turn to look at him but he knows that you know he is watching you, that’s why you teased him relentlessly the past few days. Bending down in front of him, giving him the perfect view of your ass, licking your lips whenever you would look at him, swirling your tongue around that stupid vanilla ice cream as you held the cone in your hand when he ran into you after leaving the record store at Starcourt mall. 

You are driving him crazy. 

Eddie is still shy around you but fuck, the urge to grab you and slam you against the wall and fuck you with his tongue is almost unbearable. 

He grabs your hand and pulls you into the girls restroom, if he can’t get you out of his mind, then you won’t get him out of yours either. 

He does what you did to him. He grabs your waist and slams you against the wall, pressing your body against the cold tiles. 

You gasp, eyes flashing with surprise. He places his hands against the wall behind you, caging you against it. His eyes are dark but his cheeks are flushed red. As much as he wants to appear all tough and scary, he is still sweet Eddie to you. 

“I can’t get you out of my fucking mind, sweetheart,” he whispers as his eyes flicker down to your lips, he wants to kiss you, he wants it so bad but you didn’t kiss him the last time, clearly not wanting it… yet. 

You smirk at his words, the smell of his cologne, aftershave and a hint of smoke makes your skin tingle. You bring your hands up, placing them on his arms, the leather of his jacket smooth against your skin. 

“Do you want me to suck your cock again, Eddie?” You smirk. 

His eyes flash with hunger. 

“Or do you want something else?” You ask as you bat your eyelashes at him. You reach for his hands, your fingertips brush against his cold rings, for just a moment, you intertwine your fingers with his, causing both yours and his heart to flutter. 

His hands are rough, calloused, big. 

Yours are soft and small, fitting perfectly into his. 

You look into each other’s eyes, he blinks and so do you, surprised at the nice feelings in your chests from such an innocent touch. 

There’s something in the air, the energy surrounding you both is filled with tension, a nice one. It pulls you into each other. You break eye contact, looking down for a second before you look up at him again, pulling his hands towards you, you place them on your chest. 

His eyes widen, almost bulging out of his skull as he looks down. 

“What do you want, Eddie?” You smirk, “do you want to fuck my face? Or do you want my pussy this time?” 

“Oh fuck,” he whimpers, his blood rushes down to his dick, this is not what he wanted. He wanted to get back at you, leave you speechless the way you left him. 

You place your palm on his chest and slide it down his body, your eyes are filled with longing, just like his. Before you can even come close to his belt, he grabs your hand and slams it against the wall behind you.

“What’s wrong?” You giggle as you eye the frustrated look on his face, ignoring the way his action made you feel. 

He licks his lips and leans closer, tilting your chin up, he keeps eye contact with you as he comes closer and closer, pressing his body against yours, “you’re a bad girl, you know that right?” 

Your lips curl into a smile, raising your brows at him, “no, I’m a good girl.” 

He chuckles, shaking his head at you, “no, you’re not.” 

He latches his lips onto your neck and for the first time, you feel what it’s like to be kissed by Eddie Munson. His plump lips are soft against your skin, kissing you so perfectly. What starts off with soft kisses quickly turns into messy ones as he starts sucking and biting your skin. 

“E-Eddie,” you whimper. You can feel him smirking against your skin. Letting go of your hand, he grabs your waist instead, he grabs you tightly, squeezing your hip as he slides it down to your ass, grabbing it with his large hand. 

You place your hand on his shoulder, eyes fluttering close as a moan falls from your lips. 

“You smell so good,” he whispers against your neck as he continues to kiss you, “and you sound so fucking pretty.” 

He slides his hand under your skirt, touching your bare skin, a groan leaves his lips when he feels the soft lace against his hand, “where are those tight shorts you usually wear?” 

“Left them at home,” you grin as your eyes lock with his again when he moves back to look at you, “I knew you’d do this at some point.” 

He raises his brows, smirking, “oh, so you planned this all along, huh?” 

You bite your lip, nodding at his words, you reach for the necklace around his pale neck, using it to pull him closer, “been waiting for you to make a move,” you whisper, eyes falling on his plump lips, “but you’re such a shy and innocent boy, Eddie.” 

His eyes darken and his brows draw together, “innocent?” He scoffs. 

“Mhmm, you’re a good boy, aren’t you? That was your first blow job wasn’t it?” 

“No, it wasn’t.” 

Jealousy flashes in your eyes, it’s hard to miss, Eddie knows what it’s like to feel jealous. He has felt that way, too many times. Watching you run around with those cute little skirts and your cheer uniform, getting attention from all the guys here. He can see the way they look at you, he can see the way they try to charm you, trying to flex with their daddy’s money but you aren’t interested, you never are. You don’t even give them the time of the day, walking past them without sparing a glance, the only one that seems to get your attention is Steve Harrington but you don’t seem to like him very much, all you ever do is bicker around with the King. 

Still, it makes him jealous that he is getting any attention in the first place, even if it’s the bad kind. 

“But it was the best one,” Eddie smirks, trying to make you feel better, “no one’s ever made me feel so good, sweetheart.” He says as he presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, “I wanna make you feel good too.” 

Your stomach flutters and you feel yourself getting wet at his words. He can see the desire in your eyes, he can feel the way you press yourself harder against him, a whine leaving your lips when he presses his fingers against your soaked panties. 

“Show me what you got then, Munson.” 

It’s cute how you try to appear tough and arrogant when you are literally about to start grinding yourself against his hand, desperately. 

The door opens and your eyes widen, before anyone can see you, Eddie grabs your hand and pushes you into the last stall, shutting and locking the door before he presses you against the wall. It’s a deja vu moment, really. Just a few days back you did that to him, now he has you caged against the wall, putting his hand over your mouth and giving you a sly smirk. 

Your eyes widen even further when you hear your friends' voices. 

“Can you be quiet for me?” Eddie whispers as he looks into your big eyes. 

You nod your head. 

“Good girl.” 

You suppress the whimper that almost sounded through the restroom. 

Eddie pushes your soaked panties to the side, slipping his fingers through your wet folds, he almost lets out a moan himself. He brings his soaked digits to your clit, rubbing circles on it. 

You furrow your brows and bite your bottom lip beneath his hand. His fingers feel so good. 

You swallow harshly, you look into his dark eyes, admiring the way he looks at you, the way he is so much taller than you, the way he stares at you in awe as he slips his fingers into your wet pussy. He kept his rings on. 

You can both hear Nancy and Barb talking but neither of you care, not even when they mention your name as they wonder where you had run off to. You can hear the water running, Nancy rummaging through her small makeup bag, probably to freshen up the light pink lipstick she always wears. 

“You’re so tight for me, baby,” he whispers into your ear as he presses a sloppy kiss to your neck, “you’re fucking squeezing my fingers.” 

The softest and smallest whimper escapes your mouth, just in time after your friends have finally left. 

“E-Eddie,” you whimper when he finally pulls his hand away from your mouth. 

He pulls his fingers out and slams them back into you, stretching you open as he fucks you with his rings clad fingers. 

“Yes baby?” 

“F-Feels so good, please don’t stop.” 

God, the things he would do to get you like this forever. Your moans drive him crazy, making his dick hard in his pants. 

“What would your friends think, hmm?��� He whispers as he brushes your hair back with his free hand, caressing your cheek and putting his thumb on your bottom lip, freeing it from your teeth. 

“What would the cheer squad think or all the boys that want you? What would they say if they saw you getting fingered by the town freak?” 

Your eyes flash with anger but you can’t stop the moans from falling. 

“Y-You’re not a freak. You’re just Eddie.” 

He would be lying if he said that your words don’t warm his heart but his expression doesn’t falter. Do you really think so? 

“You’re my Eddie.” 

Well, fuck. You are making it so easy for him to fall to his knees for you, quite literally. 

Your eyes widen when you look down at him, his big brown eyes look up at you with both mischief and adoration. He slips your panties down your legs and you shudder, swallowing nervously. 

You step out of them, Eddie reaches for the pink lace, grinning at you, “I’m keeping these,” he says before he stuffs them into his back pocket. 

You can’t even help but giggle, a sound that is enough to give him heart palpitations. 

He kisses your knees and your thighs, sweetly. You bite your bottom lip again, staring down at him with lust in your eyes. 

“You’re so beautiful, fuck,” he murmurs. Pushing your skirt up, he groans as he begins to rub your clit again, “so fucking wet.” 

“All for you.” 

“All for me?” He grins as he presses a kiss to your clit, causing you to gasp in surprise. 

You nod your head quickly, desperately. 

 He grabs your ass, squeezing it tightly as his licks a strip up your pussy. 

“Oh my god…” 

“Not god, just Eddie.”

“Same thing,” you say, giggling at the surprised expression on his face. 

“Fuck, you have no idea what you’re doing to me, sweetheart,” he says before he finally buries his face in your cunt. You instantly push your hand into his hair and pull at it, making him moan against you. 

“Eddie… Eddie…” 

He smirks, you can feel it. 

He fucks you on his tongue, his hand hold you tightly, gripping your ass cheeks in a way that you know will leave marks. 

“I knew you would taste fucking sweet,” he moans.

He thought about this? He thought about doing this to you?

You never felt anything like this, his tongue feels just as perfect as his fingers, you wonder what it would feel like to feel his cock inside of you. 

He looks up at you as he eats you out, he moans and groans so perfectly, it just makes you want him more and more. He grabs your leg and puts it over his shoulder as he dives his tongue in deeper. 

“Y-You’re so good, fuck,” you moan as you shut your eyes for a moment. 

Your face grows hot, your skin feels like it’s on fire, your knees grow weak and your body begs for relief. 

He eats you out so messily and desperately, switching between fingering your cunt and eating you out as his thumb rubs circles on your sensitive clit. He moans against you, loving your taste. 

“Say you’re mine,” he demands as he pulls away from you for a moment. His chin glistens, all the warm brown color in his eyes is gone, replaced by pure darkness. 

“I’m yours, Eddie please don’t stop,” you whine as you try to push his head against you again. It only makes him chuckle darkly. 

“You’re such a whiny little slut,” he says, “are you like that for others?” 

You shake your head wildly, tears well up in your eyes, you were so close before he pulled away. 

“Are you like that for Harrington? You hate that guy, don’t you? Bet you fuck him too, huh?” 

“No!” You say angrily, you would never. 

He chuckles, “no?” 

“No, I only want you,” you whine, “please.” 

Seemingly satisfied with your answer, he goes back to it, eating you out with just as much intensity as before. 

Your back arches in pleasure as he flicks his tongue inside of you. 

His name falls from your lips so effortlessly. It makes his heart race. 

It doesn’t take long for him to make you come undone. You grip his hair tighter and screw your eyes shut as you cum on his tongue. You feel your tears running down your face, your legs are shaking, knees almost buckling. 

Eddie kisses your thighs before he puts your skirt back in place, getting up, he places his hands on your waist, smirking as he watches you trying to catch your breath. For a moment, he allows himself to admire you. 

He loves to see you like this. 

He leans in, raising his hand up to your face, he grabs your chin as his wipes your tears away. 

You open your eyes to look at him. His lips are puffy, so kissable. 

“You good, princess?” He chuckles as he leans in to kiss your cheek. 

“Mhmmm.” 

You stare at each other, the urge to kiss each other growing stronger and stronger. He is so pretty. 

“Can I have my panties back?” 

He laughs, shaking his head, “nah, they’re mine now.” 

“You want me to walk around without panties on?” 

“You’re supposed to wear shorts under that skirt, y/n,” he grins, eyes flashing with amusement. 

“Spanks,” you frown. 

You gasp when he spanks your ass, eyes widening, “Eddie!” You slap his chest. 

He laughs again, grabbing your hand and holding it against his chest, “what? You said spanks, I thought you wanted them.” 

“The shorts, they’re called spanks, dumbass.” 

He snorts, “oh… don’t act like you didn’t like it,” he whispers as he places another kiss to your cheek, “maybe I should take you back to my van, spank you some more while I make you ride my dick.” 

You gasp again, eyes flashing with lust. 

“Do it.” 

“Yeah?” He asks, excitedly. 

You nod, “take me to your van, Eddie.” 

His smile grows bigger, “fuck yeah,” he says as though he has been waiting for this all his life, “I’m gonna rock your world, princess.” 

“You’re such a dork.” 

As you feel him intertwining his fingers with yours, you can't help but hope for him to never let it go, not knowing that he is hoping the same thing, hoping that you will never drop his hand.

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There’s Levels To This

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

A/N: oh my god It’s the beach episode! Dip your toes in kids, the water is fine. This is for my dearest @chestylarouxx who has me yearning on the daily for beach shenanigans with one Edward Munson.

Warnings: Just sex and drinking in the sun.

18+ NSFW No Minors

To say Eddie wasn’t your friend would be wrong. At every level he was dear to you, from a simple ride to work in the mornings all the way to your petty crimes partner now that the two of you were old enough to know better.

“A fall guy.” He’d said.

“Or at least someone with better eyesight.” He’d said, this time pushing your glasses back up your nose.

“Someone that has a getaway car.” He’d said while spinning his key ring around his finger. That callused digit bounces in the corner of your vision, thick and longer than yours. Nails bitten short with grime from the shop still under them.

You’re trying to hand the store over to the night manager and Eddie’s come in early. Beelined directly for you standing behind the elevated register and leaned all cool and carefree on your counter.

“I don’t want to get involved tonight Ed. Trying to leave town tomorrow if you remember.” You mutter at him while you try to finish counting the till.

“Well duh, I’m not gonna get us caught. We need to leave at what, 9?”

“We?” You lift your head and he reaches over and pushes your glasses up again.

“Yeah, you didn’t know?” He gives you mischievous smile. “Your mom invited me. Sorry you had to find out like this.”

“What’d you do to butter her up this time?” You drop the pencil on the till log and shove your hands onto your hips.

“Nothing! I simply told her how Wayne was going on his fishing trip this week too and I was gonna be rotting around the trailer all…by…my lonesome…” He leans in, props his chin on his elbow and gives you big puppy eyes.

You haven’t fallen for those in about four years.

(This is a lie. One of many but this one is a repeat offender in your repertoire of excuses for Eddie Munson.)

“Rotting?” You jerk your hand in front of your hips. “Is that what they’re calling it now?” You grab the till and hand it over to your replacement and she gives you a nod and directs a long suffering sigh at your shadow.

“You think I wait for Wayne to leave town? Barely can wait to get home sometimes.” He grins. “Your bathroom is remarkably soundproof, did you know.”

You smack him in the chest with an old stack of magazines. “You’re a pig.”

“Yeah well what’s that make you?” He follows you to the back, management having long gotten over trying to tell him anything.

“The prize pony whose stall you keep breaking into.” You seethe at him. It’s all in good fun but he still pauses in the doorway and squints at you. He opens his mouth, plush lips forming around a word before he seems to think better of it. Runs his tongue along along his top teeth and leans again while you get your stuff together.

“Do you even have swim trunks?”

“No, that’s why we’re going to goodwill.”

“Please tell me we’re not stealing from goodwill today.” You ask when you walk past him again.

(You do this thing where you never ask him to move. He wouldn’t anyways but you always use this excuse to brush against him. You think he’s gonna complain about tits pushed into his chest? Ha.)

“God no. I wanted to break into Harrington’s pool.”

“Oh, a little B and E before we skip town?” You do a little shimmy and Eddie laughs.

“Yeah. Running away to Florida with your mom and her boyfriend. So inconspicuous.”

Eddie finds the most obnoxious pair of neon pink trunks and you run him into the ground with your teasing.

“Between your pasty ass and these, you’re gonna blind those poor panhandle girls.”

“Listen pet, they’ve never seen something like me before. I’m gonna have jaws in the fuckin’ sand.” He keeps flicking through hangers of swimsuits and misses your face exploding through 10 expressions before you hack out a sound that makes his head whip up.

“Pet?!” The disgust is thick in your tone and on your face.

(Another fake out. The day Eddie stops giving you nicknames is the day you cease finding happiness.)

“Yeah you know what, I don’t like it either. I heard it somewhere and wanted to give it a shot.” He shakes his head and grimaces and quickly yanks a hanger to hold up the worlds tiniest bikini.

“Found your suit.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“You’re slime.”

“Oh come on, you need something to wear to the beach. Unless you’re going stark because then I need to rethink my whole outfit.” He snorts and playfully tosses his suit over his shoulder onto the ground.

“I’ve already got one.”

“Aw, we didn’t even get to go shopping together!”

“Eddie?” You sigh and his head pops back up over the rack after picking up his dropped clothes. “Shut the fuck up.”

He drops you off at your house so you can finish packing and he goes to his trailer to start. You agree to be ready by 10 so it’s dark enough that Steve’s neighbors won’t call the cops.

(You spend the two hours mindlessly folding laundry and imaging all the tanned southern belles chasing after Eddie and his tattoos on white sand. When you try to pack your socks they’re shoved into tight balls and none of them match.)

“Is this even crime if Steve knows about it?”

“Steve doesn’t know when we’re going so yeah, still crime.”

The drive into Loch Nora is full of Eddie’s ‘songs about weed’ mix until you hit the neighborhood entrance and then Eddie kills the radio. He drives the speed limit and keeps the windows rolled up and slides seamlessly into the Harrington driveway like he belonged there. It isn’t long before you’re both shimmying over the fence and stripping clothes, leaving them like a trail to your crime scene. Eddie cannon balls into the deep end and you wade down the stairs slowly.

The water is hot like the air is hot, barely a difference between the wet and dry parts of you.

(The wet parts of you are definitely wetter when Eddie breaches the water. He’s got chlorine in his eyes so you get to stare longer at his curls flattening to his head. The blue light of the pool reflects off his pale skin and his tattoos come alive under moving water.)

“Oh okay good, I can still swim.” He sputters and runs his hands through his hair while he treads water. “Can’t be playing possum in front of the babes now can I?” He starts his slow paddle over to you until his feet touch the bottom and he can walk. The wet glistening on him has you clenching your hands under the water and hoping that he doesn’t see it.

(You’re good at this, the lying. To yourself and everyone else and especially to Eddie.)

“Is this the infamous bathing suit?” He flicks the zipper on your chest before miming an explosion around his head.

It’s a high necked, high cut one piece split down the front with a long black zipper. When you’d bought it you’d felt like the Babest Babe to ever Babe. Now though, with Eddie giving you an up and down glance you have some second thoughts.

Too much skin? Thigh? Ass? It’s no string bikini but it is tight and that zipper was hanging lower with every shift of your chest under the stretchy nylon.

“Gonna have to keep you in the cooler, baby.” He presses his finger into your bare shoulder and hisses. “Too hot.” He slinks backwards and falls in slow motion, arms spread outward to float.

(You notice it then and you think about it later, how he keeps his hips dipped below the water line. You won’t lie to yourself about keeping your eyes on him in the hopes you’d catch a glimpse of too tight trunks.)

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” He says to the night sky while he floats away from you.

You would if you could, but this isn’t that kind of relationship is it? Eddie is your friend, on every level imaginable.

Except that level that you don’t think about and keep locked in the basement of your imagination.

So you swim in Steve’s pool and Eddie pretends to be an alligator to try and pull you under.

He dives off the board and sits on the bottom of the pool to see how long he can hold his breath.

You sit on the edge and watch him wear himself out with laps and handstands and somersaults.

You sit and watch him glide through the pool like he was made from it.

You two get out of there without anyone noticing and he asks about the trip on the way back to your house. He asks about the drive and if your mom’s boyfriend will let him drive and what the hotel situation is like.

“Am I gonna have to share a bed with you?” He leans away from you, an overtly grossed out look shot at you. “You have those glacier feet and I’m not going to be held liable for any elbows in stomachs if they touch me.”

“You snore like a tractor.”

“But at least my feet don’t kill with their icy touch.”

Wayne drops Eddie off in the very early hours of 8 am. You can hear voices talking downstairs but then there’s heavy footsteps and then a huff and a shove of your shoulder and clammy skin pushing into your own sleep warm skin. Eddie smells like his morning cigarette and his peppermint toothpaste and for a fleeting moment you forget exactly what this is. That level you daren’t imagine is abruptly surface level and you roll back into him. Your nose smushes into his shoulder, your leg winds over his and you settle back into the pillow.

A solid few minutes of waking up and with every braincell that fires, your heart beats faster. He’s motionless like a corpse. Barely breathing judging by the little huffs against your pillow case.

“I am…so sorry.” The regret rolls off you and you shove off him to the other side of your bed, back pressed up against the wall.

“It’s okay I-“

“I was still asleep, I didn’t-“

“I shouldn’t have climbed in your bed unannounced.” He stares. You stare. The sheets between you two shift when you sit up and slide off the end of your bed to get up.

“I’m gonna uh…bathroom.” Stuttering and rubbing sleep out of your eyes you grab your pile of clothes and then sit in the bathroom for ten minutes.

(You lie the whole drive to Florida. 11 solid hours of kidding yourself, keeping a pillow shoved between yours and Eddie’s knees so your thighs won’t touch. Every pit stop you stare at him while he folds out from the back seat and think about wrapping your leg around him again.)

The motel is pink and blue and right on the water. The big arch that indicates the entrance to the beach welcomes you to Emerald Shores and while you don’t consider yourself a beach girl, it’s actually quite beautiful.

Your mom and her boyfriend have a room on the second floor and you and Eddie have been relegated to the bottom floor.

“Just call us peons and get it over with.” Eddie whispers at you from the corner of his mouth and you laugh before The Boyfriend can turn back around with your room keys.

Eddie spends all of ten minutes in the room before he just disappears while you’re in the shower. He comes back an hour later with a handful of shells and a pizza.

“What a resourceful Indiana raccoon you are.”

“Yes, and if I didn’t forage for us, who would?” He tosses the box on the bed next to your legs and you don’t miss his lingering stare on your calves. He covers it with a nod and a joke.

“You better wear socks tonight. I’ve already got the A/C set to 65, I don’t need you putting me on ice too.”

(You withhold the truth from Eddie the next morning by not waking him when you wake at 6 AM and find him latched around your middle.)

Eddie rents a spot with two chairs and an umbrella and he gets to talk to every girl walking the shore that afternoon. You’ve been alternating between PBR’s and waters and now to avoid the dark cloud trying to damped your mood you ratchet the chair back and scoot out from under the umbrella to take a nap. Eddie asks about 100 times if you remembered sunscreen and you tell him 101 times that yes you did and no you don’t need him to reapply it for you.

(Yes you do! If you’d stop being insane for two seconds you could have his hands on your back and over your shoulders and up along the high cut of your hip and maybe he’d dip those musicians fingers behind your convenient zipper and-)

“You might want to pull your zipper up then.”

You peak one eye open to stare down at your chest. From this angle your don’t have cleavage so much as a valley but the zipper on your suit has popped down a few more teeth and Eddie seems to have noticed.

“I just don’t want you burning is all.” He sniffs. You roll your head to look at him and catch his quick shift of attention away from you.

In your light napping you hear a few voices asking Eddie where he’s from and if his tattoos hurt. One girl says she loves his hair, “especially tied back like that, so cute.”

Another girl asks about his girlfriend.

“Oh her?”

You imagine he points over his shoulder at you with a big thumb.

“Yeah. You sure she doesn’t mind you talking to me?”

You’d love to sit up and point out that you’re awake and also that she walked up to him but Eddie beats you to it.

“Oh this is all a cover. She’s actually scoping out this beach.” He gets a conspiratorial lilt to his voice and you imagine he’s leaning forward and turning on his Munson Charm.

“For what?” Mystery girl number 10 asks.

“She’s an international jewel thief and she’s heard there’s some real old money around here.”

You snort and alert them that you are, in fact, listening.

“Wait, seriously?” Suddenly this girl sounds wary. She makes up an excuse and scampers off down the beach back to her tan friends.

“Swing and a miss, Munster.”

“No. I made you laugh didn’t I?”

If Eddie has to watch that zipper unzip another zip he’s also going to unzip all of his zips.

It’s hot, and he and his brain have been baking under the sun but he refuses to leave. With you laid out in that fucking bathing suit he can’t miss a single moment of you in it. He’s on his…sixth, maybe eighth beer and his looks get longer with every empty in the cooler. He can make out the tan line on your hip when you roll over and he almost inhales the last of his drink because you’re all legs and ass. He can’t wait for later when you’ll be laid out after your shower, shorts hitched up from you sliding down the comforter and he’ll be able to catch a glimpse of that darkening line along your butt.

“Fucking hell…”

“You wanna head back in?”

(He does. He really does. He’ll carry the cooler and his towel in front of himself to hide his eagerness. He’ll carry your shit too just to watch you walk unencumbered in front of him, leading the way back to the air conditioned heaven and your thin pajamas.)

Three days in, two left to go and Eddie has decided he’s done lying to himself. He watches you every afternoon out in the sun in your bathing suit or the worlds shortest shorts and the most cropped band tees that he thinks might have been his at some point. He watches you run and roll over sand and wade cautiously into the ocean. There’s this part of your stomach he’s positive he’s never seen before and he watches very closely for the soft roll of it to peak out from under your shirts.

(He’s wanted to sink his teeth into you for a while but this new body part makes his teeth hurt. He drools after your thighs and dreams of digging his fingers into the soft dough of your ass. He imagines while he watches you stretched out on your towel that you’d be so soft in all those hidden places and he imagines so long he lets his beer go hot in the sand.)

He walks to cheap little gas stations over hot asphalt and hotter sand to get beer with you. He’d worry you two were going a little hard in the paint but it’s Florida where it’s practically state law that you drink shitty beer by the 12 pack, daily, if your staying on the beach front.

He follows you around like a loyal hound and acts like a guard dog when these fucking dudes start sniffing around you. Tall and tan and smelling like sunscreen and ocean. Eddie walks close behind, your constant second shadow and these fucking dudes get the hint when he glowers at them.

“I don’t think Floridians take too kindly to us midlanders.” You chew on a fry thoughtfully, knee hugged to your chest.

“What do you mean?” Eddie is finally drinking water after two days and a midnight migraine reminded him why you can’t just exist off of piss water beer.

“That girl the other day didn’t think you were funny which, come on.” You roll your eyes and say it like it’s so obvious how funny he his and he’s instantly convinced he could chuckle his way into your cutoffs. “And these dudes, they practically cross the street when we walk down the same sidewalk.”

Eddie just hums at you and finishes his water. He watches you wipe your fingers on your rapidly darkening thigh and he wants to lick the salt and sunscreen off your skin.

You find this little seafood place for dinner and Eddie is surprised he even sees your mom and her boyfriend show up. They’re not unwelcome but he’s sure they haven’t left their room since they arrived.

He has to put real shoes on which throws him for a loop but it’s not fancy. Neither of you are that, especially after almost four days of bumming it at the beach and being mildly drunk for most of it. He’s still watching everything you do, convinced and baptized in the Florida sun and sand that he can tell you his truth finally.

He waits for a break in your conversation with your mom to tap his index finger on your knee. “Can we go to the gas station before we head back?”

“Of course. Need more beer?” You nod as you ask. “I don’t know if we’ve had our daily allotment.”

He laughs through his nose and when you turn back to answer your moms question his stomach does a nervous flip and he doesn’t trust the shrimp on his plate anymore.

“You didn’t finish your dinner.”

“Okay mom.”

“I just wanted to know if everything was okay. You’ve been quiet today.” You stroll beside him, sandals in hand while he carries a fifth of southern comfort that he nervously bounces against his thigh.

“I don’t know,” he shrugs, “just taking it all in a guess?” The sunset paints the horizon in a way that is alien to the sunsets in Hawkins. “It’s pretty.” He says that to the side of your head while you look at the sky over the ocean. Even in his shorts and his chopped up tee he’s sweating but the breeze coming off the beach tells him this is all nerves and maybe he wasn’t ready to say it.

“Wanna take a walk on the beach?” You stop at one of the entrances and nod your head over, soft smile laid out on your face.

“Sure.”

The light paints both of you in a soft pink light and Eddie really needs to buy your mom something, anything to show his appreciation for the invitation. He could have missed out on this, instead probably working overtime at the auto shop and drinking sadly by himself, counting down time till you or Wayne got home.

Instead he gets to watch you walk ahead of him and lead the way to a tall fishing pier. He watches you kick the sand around and look for shells to add to your new collection.

“Can I ask you something?” You don’t turn around, just trust that the wind will blow your question to him.

“Anything.”

You only stop when you get to one of the massive pilings, turning to lean your shoulder into it above the mess of barnacles. You stare at him, raking your eyes over his body and when he’s about to open his mouth you ask him.

“Can I kiss you?”

He’s 23 and not never kissed, just never been asked. Your open look shows your sincerity, eyes shining in the waning light, lip worried at by your teeth. He wants to sooth those nerves and kiss the salt air off of you. He chuckles, a light huff through his nose.

“Yeah.”

Your eyes light up as you get closer, dropping your handful of things into the sand.

“I’ve wanted to…for a while.”

“It’s not just my laissez-faire beach attitude drawing you in?” He drops the bottle behind him.

“No.” You smile before you kiss him. Soft hands on the side of his face bring him down and in, his curtain of hair blocking out the rest of the world. His lips are plush and a little chapped when they touch yours, damp from him nervously licking them before you’d bridged the gap. His hands find homes on your waist and he doesn’t miss the small sound you make when his fingers creep up under your shirt. You hold on to his face and push up into him and for a moment, he forgets you’re both on a public beach. He lets his hands wander to those hidden places and eats up your groans that you place directly in his mouth. It’s only when he hears the distant roar of an approaching atv that he comes to. Reluctantly breaks the kiss but keeps his forehead pressed to yours.

“Can we go-“

“Yes, please.” You snatch your things off the sand and start walking back towards the motel, his hand clutched tightly in yours.

Later he’ll come out of the bathroom still shaking sand out of his hair even after his shower, to find you watching tv. Still naked but wound up in the starchy sheets, one long leg left out so he can stare.

(That’s where he’d started as soon as the door closed. Backed you right up against the bed till you fell and he followed your leg up to your knee up to your hip, kissing off the sand and the salt and your sunscreen like he promised. He calls you sweetheart and beautiful and sweet like honey and he gets to watch you preen under his words.)

“Have a good shower?” You’re soft and relaxed into the bed, biting on a nail and watching him.

“Eh, so-so.” He didn’t bother with a towel, you’ve just seen him and he intends on you seeing him more.

(He was right. He was able to laugh you right out of your shorts. Nervous giggles while he inched up your stomach, tongue tasting soft skin and dipping in along your bellybutton. Like magic you were out of your shorts and out of your top and he’d had an idea that you weren’t wearing a bra but the light v of tanned skin between your breast makes him pause all the same.)

“Water pressure no good?”

“No, I still have fucking sand everywhere.” He kneels on the bed to slowly crawl over to you.

(He likes how you watch him. He realizes when he has one pebbled nipple in his mouth that you’ve been watching him for longer than today. Your heavy gaze directed down at him while he licks and nips at thin skin. He grabs and gropes your breast and you sigh and he thinks about buying this motel and never leaving.)

“Oh I’m sorry baby.” You coo at him. He hovers over you and shakes his hair above you.

“See?” And you squeal as sand litters the pillow.

(Your noises kill him softly. He’s heard you laugh and groan and yell before but not like this. Your laugh when he kisses up your neck sounds different that before. When he slides your underwear off and wastes no time pushing his fingers into your wet heat, that groan is deep in your throat. He’s not even fully undressed before he has you undone, loudly yelling his name and clutching his arm while he abuses that spot deep inside that makes you gush over his palm.)

“What the fuck Eddie!” You slap at him to get him off but he drops his weight and pins you in place. You still smell like sunscreen and ocean and cheap beer and he swears he’ll find a way to bottle it.

“I don’t want to leave.” He says sincerely.

(He can’t leave actually because this is the room where he got to touch you. A hundred kisses before he even gets his pants off, 50 more before your hands pull him from his boxers, another dozen or so while you lazily run your hand up and down his length and one final one before he pushes into you slow. He forces himself to keep his eyes open so he can watch. Your gasping and your reaching. The way you bounce under him when grabs the headboard for leverage and soundproofing.)

“This is nice, isn’t it?” You sound sad as you card your fingers through his drying curls.

“I mean…Hawkins can be kind of nice too. If you want.” His chest is tight when he asks his non question. Drops his truth out into the open like that.

(That tight feeling isn’t new, he’s always gotten that with you. Now though the levels are all different. You’ve kissed him and made him cum hot across your belly and you keep holding on to his head like he’s something precious to be kept safe and and and-)

“Hawkins can be nice.” Simple agreement makes his heart swell. He takes a deep breath and finally relaxes into you. You shimmy around to get the blankets over both you and Eddie’s dead weight. He plays with the ends of your hair laying against the pillow, white sand flecks sparkling in the dim motel lighting and decides he’s seen enough of the beach this week.

(You don’t lie to him much anymore, just enough to keep his ego in check. If he had any idea just how deep it all went, you’d never be able to pull him off the ceiling. He’s still a pig and he’s still slime but he’s your pig and your little plastic trash can container of slime. You’d be lying if you said Eddie wasn’t your friend, but the levels got all gummed up with sand and shells and now you don’t have to lie to yourself anymore.)

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this is fully, 100% self-indulgent i was gonna stop writing this hallway through but decided to finish it enjoy my emotional baggage <3

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The sun is far too hot for spring. The clouds are few and sparse. You look up at the sky and huff at the light shining brightly inhy6jm7u your eyes. You look down at your book again, cursing the giant star for turning your pages a bright white, and silently suffer as you wish you had remembered your sunglasses. You sigh and close your book defeatedly, the corner of the page snagging and folding slightly. Just as you feel this day couldn't get any worse, you look up to find your friend and her boyfriend walking toward you from the cafeteria.

"Hey," Your friend says as she sits across from you. You remember a time when she'd sit beside you as you laughed at something your shared English teacher did, but now your seat is taken by the person forced into your circle. You smile back, squinting through the blinding rays. You pick up your headphones from their spot resting on your shoulders and place them over your ears, pressing play on your walkman as your friend's boyfriend begins droning on about his awesome life and awesome spots game and whatnot, holding your friend far too close to be appropriate for school.

You shield your book with your body, hoping to block the words enough to read them. Every day has been like this since the school year started; like an insufferable cycle that started with your lack of contact with your only friend over the summer. Whilst you were wasting away in your room, barely holding yourself together, your friend started dating the boy she hated the year prior. And on top of that, she only told you when you all went to the campus before school started to pick up your schedules; they had been dating for over a month already.

You look at the ground, your book still open to the same page it had been on thirty minutes ago and your mind wanders. You know this is your fault; if you had made more friends, if you were more likable, if you had kept in touch, if, if, if. The bell rings and you stand robotically. It's become a habit, leaving the moment that deafening sound echoes throughout the school. The sweet relief of leaving the bleachers, of leaving the space that makes you feel like you're worthless or unimportant.

When you pass people you know from class, they wave politely and you put on that same fake smile you've mastered. You stop at your locker and that smile falls, the vandalized metal acting as a shield for your pain. You open your backpack and switch out your textbooks as you do every day before heading to your next and final class. Head down, feet moving rhythmically; left, right, left, right. You stop at your math classroom and close your eyes as you fall into your seat at the back of the class.

The bell rings again a few minutes later and your eyes snap open as your teacher begins class. The seats around you are mostly empty with half the class deciding they'd rather fail than come to this mental health death sentence. You don't blame them, really, but your grades are already bad as it is, and your mom has been riding your ass on fixing them, and if you fail this semester, you won't get the credits you need to leave this heaping pile of shit that is high school, that is your life, that is everything you are in this place.

Your mind goes numb as you put your pencil to your paper and begin copying the equations the teacher wrote. "Shit, sorry," You head from the front of the class and your eyes flick up to find a mess of curls flying through the doorway, "Sorry I'm late. I was all the way across the school when the bell rang." The teacher looks down his nose at the person and sighs as he takes the late slip from their hand, "Go to your seat, Mr. Munson. And watch your language in my class, or that'll be another detention." The boy nods with an apologetic crooked grin and you watch as he walks to the back of the class. He glances at you and you quickly look back to the board, ignoring the shuffling sounds beside you as he sits in the empty seat next to you.

"I'm Eddie," The boy whispers loudly as he leans closer, his eyes trained on you. You look away from the board and turn your head, eyes nearly crossing as you find his face inches from yours. He pulls back with that intoxicating smile and he looks to the front of the class, twirling his pen absentmindedly. You mumble your name and he hums as he looks back at you, "Didn't catch that," He says and you clear your throat as you spot the teacher eyeing you. You look down at your notes and wait a few seconds before repeating, a little louder this time. He--Eddie--repeats it, as though testing it out on his lips, and you watch as his mouth moves to shape each letter, your stomach doing flips with every syllable.

He leans over to glance at your notes, copying them down messily as he attempts to catch up with whatever he missed in the minutes he was late. "Mr. Munson, I suggest you keep your eyes on the board. You've already failed this class once, would you like a repeat of last year?" You frown and will yourself to speak up, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath before saying, "I was just lending him my notes since he was late." The teacher hums, "Well, then, I would prefer if you'd do so on your own time." He continues with the lesson and you continue writing your notes, now adding as much detail and instruction as you can possibly manage, trying your best to ignore the looks you receive from the class, as well as the boy beside you.

The bell rings again an hour later and you jump slightly as your papers fall out of your folder; the cardstock has nearly disintegrated after years of putting it through the works. "Shit," You mumble as you bend down to pick them up, praying to whatever deity will listen that you don't start crying in front of everybody. You find yourself accompanied on the floor and you look up through your unshed tears. "Here," Eddie says as he hands you a stack of crumpled papers. You thank him quietly and take the worksheets from his calloused hands, your fingers brushing his, sending a chill down your spine.

"If you need those notes," You say after shoving your things into your backpack, "I would lend them to you." He smiles, "I don't think notes are gonna help me much at this point, but thanks for the offer." Silence falls over you as you walk through the halls toward the exit of the school until you finally break it, "I could help you," You mumble, "If you're struggling. I don't have the best grades to prove it, but I understand the concepts." "That'd be great," His grin reaches his eyes and it lights up the room, and, deep down, you wonder what it feels like to smile for real, despite having felt it at some point. He continues, "I have my club on Tuesday nights, but I'm free every other day after school. Or if you want, we could work in the library at lunch?" You nod almost too quickly at the opportunity to spend lunches anywhere but the bleachers. "I can do lunch," You reply and his grin widens, "Great, do you wanna start tomorrow?" You nod in response as you look down at the ground, watching as your feet move left, right, left, right, left, right.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then," Eddie waves as he walks in the direction of his van; the brown vehicle sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the slew of Mustangs and BMWs. You wave back just as he turns and your hand drops in time with your faint smile as you begin your walk home.

-

"Hey," Eddie calls out, gaining a dirty look from the librarian. You're cheeks grow hot as you wave and sit beside him. You look down at the stacked textbooks and notebooks and you frown, "I'm sorry," You say, "I didn't mean to keep you waiting." He shakes his head, "No, no, no, I got here early. Figured I could catch up on some work for other classes while I waited. So far I've finished half of one assignment in the last hour, but progress is progress." You exhale through your nose amusedly as you take a seat beside him. "Did you skip class?" "Nah," He replies, "I have a free period. They only make you retake Gym so many times," He leans in close, "I'm not exactly the most athletic person if you hadn't noticed." "I hadn't," You say under your breath, gaze glued to his lips before you turn your head away just as his lips twitch with a small smile.

You talk him through a few formulas and help him work through some problems before the bell cuts you off with a deafening shriek. "Whelp," Eddie sighs, "That's time. This was fun-- which is something I never thought I'd say about math," He snickers at his own words and you smile fondly at his expression. "I had fun too," You smile at your shoes as you walk side-by-side to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow? We have a test, right? Maybe you could tutor me again during lunch so I'm prepared." You agree before you part ways, your smile finally reaching your eyes in a way that feels foreign yet so, so right.

-

"Hey," Eddie calls out just like yesterday, and, just like yesterday, the librarian sends him a dirty look, although it has softened just a smidge. "How was your day?" The boy asks and you reply with a simple 'good'. He groans, "That's not an answer, sweetheart." "It was, though," You reply, shrugging. "Tell me about it," He prompts, "Did you do anything fun? Did everyone absolutely suck like they always do in this prison?" You laugh, "It was just kinda boring." "'Was', So it's not anymore?" Your eyes lock with his and your smile remains as you shake your head, "Not in the slightest." "You flatter me, really."

With your chairs scooted just barely closer than yesterday, you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach at the feeling of his arm brushing yours.

"That's just about as much as I know," You finally say with another thirty minutes before the bell, "If you fail, we both fail." "Maybe it'll be more fun with you." You smile bashfully as you close your textbook. "You should hang out at my table at lunch. It's usually just for club members, but we could make an exception." You freeze. Your body immediately goes to decline, your head shaking involuntarily. "I don't want to intrude," You sputter as you watch his face fall in disappointment.

You do this to every good thing; ruin it. You wash away any good, wipe away the smiles of those around you with your presence. You're a hazard, a threat to any joy in a person. You don't deserve this happiness if all you do is ruin it for others, if all you do is ruin everything.

Eddie shakes his head in protest, "You wouldn't be intruding. I want you there. I'm sure the others would like you." His breathtaking smile graces your soul once again and your thoughts fade into nothing but giddiness as your gaze locks onto his lips. "Okay," You hear yourself whisper before you can register what that means for you, for Eddie and his friends, for your friend--if she could still be called that. Eddie's smile grows again and your worries disappear as a twin smile forms on your own face.

The bell cuts off the force that seemed to be pulling you closer to the boy before you and you clear your throat as you pack up your things. Your hand brushes his as you walk to Math class, the two of you are both immensely unprepared for the test, but none of that matters.

After you turn in the test to the front, you sit down next to Eddie and he quickly scribbles something down on a torn piece of paper.

'want to go a ride home after school?'

You look up at his anxious smile and nod as you hand the paper back, the word 'yes' written beneath his own sloppy writing. He takes it back before the teacher yells at the class, "There will be no passing of notes during a test." You and Eddie share a look, hiding your laugh behind your hand as you await the bell.

-

"I know it's a little unconventional, but she gets the job done," Eddie says as he taps on the dented metal on the side of his van after helping you into the passenger seat. "Thanks for driving me," You say as you pull the seatbelt across your body. "No problem, sweetheart," You want to kiss him senseless whenever he calls you that. Your heart races and your palms go sweaty, and if you weren't in high school, you'd fear it were a heart attack with the way your heart skips a beat.

You tell him your address and lean against your hand with your arm resting on the center console. "Do you wanna make a small detour?" Eddie asks after a quiet moment. You shrug, "Sure, where to?" "I thought we could stop at this one place near Lover's Lake." Your eyebrows furrow, "You mean the town hookup spot?" You ask and he nearly chokes as he finds his words, "No, I--" He clears his throat, "It's a small beach just outside the trailer park." You hum, "Never been." "I found it when I was younger. Never seen anyone there when I go, so I don't think many people know about it."

He stops at the next stop sign and turns to you, awaiting your answer before he continues. You look into his eyes, nodding as you smile softly, and he skips the turn to your neighborhood as he keeps straight. He drives for a few minutes more before turning into a narrow path that was definitely not made for cars. You now understand the scratches in the paint.

"We're here," He says as he stops the car and you look at the water run over the pebble-filled sand through the windshield. You smile at the peaceful view and look to your left to speak when you're cut off with lips pressing to yours, a hand resting on your cheek. You close your eyes and lean into the kiss, smiling softly and you silently reassure yourself that you won't ruin this; not when you have him to distract you from your faults with one lopsided smile.

[thornsnvultures]

as you wish ♡

best friend!eddie munson x plus size!fem!reader

you're stressed and eddie's more than willing to help you feel better.

cw: 1.3k, smut, pregnancy/breeding mention, breeding kink but no one's getting knocked up here, period/ovulation mention, p in v sex, super self indulgent smut because this is where I'm at in my life lol

18+ only

"Hey, you okay?"

Eddie rubs his hand across your back. You're rolling a character for a new campaign he's running and all your rolls so far have been trash. It's not the only reason why you're having a bad day but it's not not making it worse.

"You seem kinda, and please don't get mad when I say this, but you seem kinda irritable."

You huff and slap your pencil down on the kitchen table. This can wait. You feel like you're crawling out of your skin and Eddie's patient hand making circles on your back isn't helping. 

"I'm ovulating."

Eddie's already big brown eyes grow even wider.

"Uh. What does that mean? Are you on your period? Are you,  do you need to see someone? Are you in pain?"

You wave your hand, dismissing his increasingly frantic concerns. He's such a good friend. A great friend who doesn't balk at period talk, just wants to take care of you, make sure you're okay.

"No, this happens before my period,"  you sigh and look at Eddie. He looks so unsure. He wants to help and doesn't know what in the world is going on.

You're a little out of your mind today it seems because the things you say next to your best friend can't be taken back.

"It means I want you to bend me over this table and stuff me full of your come," Eddie inhales sharply and you lean into his space.

Fuck it.

"My body is screaming at me to beg you to pump load after load of come deep inside me until I'm round with your baby. My pussy has been throbbing all day and all I can think about it pulling your cock out and riding you until I'm leaking your come all over the floor. Do you understand? I'm going haywire because of a biological need to get bred. So I'm sorry if I'm a little irritable. I need to come so bad, Eddie, but I know it won't be enough if I do it on my own and, god, I'm sorry but I want you so bad right now it hurts."

You're squirming in your seat almost to prove your point. Eddie sees it, sees you cover your face in shame, sees you hunch over in regret even as your thighs clench under your skirt.

"Jesus."

"I know."

His hand is still on your back, so you know he doesn't hate you for that little outburst. God, what is wrong with you?

"Does this happen every month?"

"Pretty much."

Eddie pulls your hands away from your heated face. He's smiling. Like it's funny. Like you didn't just go on a hysterical rampage about how you want him to breed you. Fuck, did you really say that out loud?

"Does the baby part have to happen?"

"What? Oh god no, I'm on birth control."

"Rad."

"Totally."

"So, how do you want to do this?"

Eddie's still holding your hands. The rings on his fingers feel cool on your warm skin and you don't know what he's taking about.

"I guess I'll leave," you try to pull away from his grip. "I'm sorry for dumping all that on you."

"Whoa, hey," Eddie tugs you back down when you try to stand and awkwardly shuffle away. He lets go of one hand to cup your cheek, tipping your face up to look at him again. "I asked you a question. How do you want to do this?"

"Eddie, you can't be serious. I'm sorry I went a little crazy there but-"

"Do you want me to fuck you? Want me to stuff your little pussy full until you can't take any more?"

Your usually goofy friend was using his DM voice on you, all low and serious. The voice he uses to create tension from behind his screen that always makes your toes curl.

"Yes. Please."

His thumb caresses your cheek as he moves in closer. He smells so good. A mix of his cologne, soap and something so distinctly Eddie.

Your stomach tightens and you feel a rush when his lips capture yours. It's slow, cautious at first and a little unsure, but you feel safe here in his hands. Eddie's your best friend. He won't hurt you. You trust him to make you feel good and when he asks you for a third time, "How do you want to do this?" You tell him, "Here. Now. Need you inside me."

Eddie quickly fumbles with his belt, pulling it open and off before dragging the zipper down on his jeans. Your hand sneaks inside and he groans, panting in your mouth when you find him and grip him tight.

His hands are on your hips then, tugging you into his lap as you pull him free from his boxers. Your hands are frantic. His are pushing your shirt up and over your bra, tugging the cups down so he can get at your tits. They spill over and he sucks a nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily on the sensitive bud.

"Fuck, Eddie!"

"Right, that's the plan."

You'd tell him to fuck off for being a smart ass but he's right. You need him inside you instead of holding him with a tight grip while he leaks all over your hand like you're currently doing.

You pull the gusset of your thong to one side and line Eddie up with your cunt. As soon as he feels your wet heat on his tip he's cursing into the swell of your breast, nipping and biting at your tender flesh.

"Use me, honey. Ride my cock. Want you to feel good. Wanna stuff you full of my come," Eddie rambles as he squeezes your tits. His hands and mouth feel so fucking good you swear you could come from that alone. Some other time maybe.

Right now you're slowly sinking down on his length. He's girthy and you have to focus and breathe, make yourself relax so you can take him. Because fuck you're determined to take all of him.

"So fucking tight, honey. Pussy's so wet for me. Be good for me and take it."

Eddie's hand is on your hip, gripping you tight and helping to guide you down. You cry out when he moves, tilting his hips to get a better angle.

"Oh fuck. Right there, huh? That feel good?"

You nod your head. You can't speak, all your thoughts zeroed in on finally bottoming out on his thick cock.

"Shit, honey, feel so fucking good. Ride me, baby. I've got you."

You grab Eddie's shoulders tight and bounce. It doesn't take long for your thighs to scream from exertion but you can't stop, you won't stop. The sound your cunt makes, your soaked thighs slapping against his is enough to push you to the edge, but you need more to push you over. He fills you and consumes you. Every ridge, every vein. You can feel all of it as you hold on to him for dear life.

Your tits are in his face, practically smothering him but Eddie doesn't seem to care one bit. His tongue and teeth worship your devour you like you're his last meal.

"Eddie, please."

"Please what?"

"Need to, need you to-"

"Need me to breed you? Fill this tight little cunt up?"

"Yes, fuck!"

"Take it then."

Eddie holds your hips still and you scream when he starts pistoning into you. He hits your walls just right and you gush around his thick length, soaking his boxers and thighs.

"Fuck, that's it, honey," Eddie wraps his arms around you waist and pulls you down, slumped on his chest while he uses and abuses your cunt. "Gonna come, gonna fill your pretty little cunt up. Everyone will know you're mine," he growls in your ear, "my pussy, all mine."

Eddie slams his hips a few more times before they stutter and grind into you, pushing into you to the root. You can feel him unload deep in your cunt. Hot splashes of come, as well as Eddie's pelvis griding against your clit, push you over the edge one more time and you scream into his sweaty neck.

You're both panting and sated, not caring for now that Eddie's come is slowly dripping from your stretched out cunt.

[loveronlineee]

The Little Things Part 2 (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist  All Parts

Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Y/N puts eyeliner on Eddie (That’s it. That’s all you need to know.)

Y/N notes: none

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“Good evening gents!” Eddie shouted as he sauntered into their club room. The group turned to see their dungeon master, They were already setup and waiting for him.

“Eddie where the hell have you been? We were supposed to start like 15 minutes ago!” Dustin whined.

“I’m afraid there was a fair maiden in need of saving.” Eddie explained as he sat down. He put both his hands on the table, examining the set up.

“A fair maiden?” Dustin repeated, sceptical. Mike looked down at Eddie’s hands, noticing his decorated nails.

“Y/N L/N?!” Mike questioned. Eddie just smiled and winked. “No way dude.”

“I’ll have you know Wheeler, that L/N and I are very. Good. Friends.” Eddie replied, putting emphasis on his last three words. He was riding the high of the afternoon he had had with Y/N. It actually made the D&D session better as Eddie was even more in character than usual.

As the club filtered out, Dustin and Mike brought it up again.

“Y/N L/N. Really?” Mike asked for the millionth time.

“Yes Wheeler. Really.” Eddie replied as the cold night air hit them.

“I still don’t buy it.” Dustin shook his head. Eddie walked backwards towards his van.

“You shall see sceptical one. Tomorrow morning. Before school.” He did finger guns at them before getting into his van and driving off.

The next morning arrived. Eddie sat in his van in the car park listening to music, drumming on the steering wheel as he watched students filter into the building. He heard a knock on his side window. Y/N was there, smiling at him. He couldn’t help but smile back. He watched as she ran around the front and got into the passenger seat. She held up her eyeliner pencil.

“You ready?” She asked excitedly, already taking the lid off. Eddie chuckled.

“As long as you don’t take my eye out L/N.”

“Can’t make any promises Eddie.” She joked back. She held Eddie’s chin and moved him to face her. The girl scanned then furrowed her eyebrows in thought. Eddie was just appreciating how close they were to each other again. Her hand felt so soft on his face. He wanted to put his hand on top but resisted the urge.

“Everything okay?” He asked, after a few seconds of silence. Y/N let go of his face and began getting up.

“I can’t get a good view from here. Do you mind?” She moved over to sit on Eddie’s lap, facing him. The metal head’s eyes widened as he watched her get on top of him. His arms reflexively went up so they were in mid air. He could feel his nerves rising. Y/N noted his slight panic.

“You good?” Eddie paused before replying quietly.

“I don’t know where to put my hands.” Y/N chuckled and guided his hands to rest on her hips.

“Here okay?”

“Y-Yeah.” Eddie managed to reply, still processing what was happening.

“Okay try to stay still.” Once she started, Eddie managed to relax a little and actually enjoy the experience. He didn’t want to move his hands in case he did something wrong. Instead he focused on Y/N’s face, still deep in concentration. One hand held his chin, tilting his head back, the other holding the pencil. “You gotta look up.”

“But what if I wanna look at you?” Eddie mumbled but Y/N definitely caught it. She couldn’t help but smile at that response. Still, she was determined to do what she set out to.

“You can look at me all you want when I’m done.” Eddie looked up.

“All I want?”

“Aaaaaaaall you want.” Y/N replied, drawing across Eddie’s waterline. She tried to keep it steady as Eddie’s grin changed the shape of his eyes. She finally pulled away.

“How do I look L/N?”

“Pretty.” Eddie’s smile grew wider at her response.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Y/N moved his hair away from his eyes to admire her work.

“You got anything else for me?” Eddie asked. Y/N cocked her head to the side.

“Hmm… I wish I’d brought my tinted lip gloss. But that probably would have been too much.” She replied, letting herself think out loud. Eddie shrugged.

“I’d be up for it.” Y/N nodded.

“Okay I’ll remember it for tomorro-“

“You’re wearing it right now aren’t you?” Eddie questioned.

“Yeah?” Y/N replied cautiously.

“Well there is one way I can wear your lip gloss then.” Eddie stated. Y/N hesitated for a moment. She slowly leaned forward. Eddie closed his eyes and waited patiently to feel Y/N’s lips on his.

She tasted soft and sweet. Even in just a simple kiss, he felt his world spinning. He opened his eyes again as he felt her pull away. She stared at him quizzically before cleaning up the corners of his mouth with her finger.

“Not sure if it suits you…”

“Y/N you can’t be serious.”

“What?” Y/N questioned.

“You can’t tell me that the only reason you did that was to see how I’d look with the lip gloss on.” Y/N chuckled.

“I didn’t say that.” Eddie finally smiled back at her again. They heard the school bell ring from the building. “Shit I’m gonna be late.”

Y/N spun herself around so that she was still sat on him, but now facing the front. She pulled down the mirror to fix her own lip gloss and couldn’t help but notice Eddie staring. She also couldn’t ignore how his arms had wrapped around her waist. No matter how warm and comforting it felt, she needed to go. “Eddie come on.”

“We can be a little late.” Eddie mumbled into her neck. Y/N chuckled as she pulled herself out of his grasp.

“Nope we gotta go.” The metal head sighed but didn’t protest anymore. He followed Y/N out of his van and to the front entrance. That’s when he spotted Dustin and Mike staring at them, mouths slightly open in disbelief. Eddie wasn’t sure how much they had seen but it was definitely at least Y/N sitting on his lap in his van. Y/N turned back to him one last time. “I’ll see you later!” Eddie waved as she disappeared inside.

“How the hell..?” Mike managed to say. Eddie just winked at them and walked past.

“Told ya boys.”

[athena-writes-i-guess]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: “I’m not staring at you, I’m admiring you.”

You were sitting on the couch in Eddie’s trailer and you were supposed to be reading your book but you couldn’t concentrate. Not when Eddie was across the room at the little table looking absolutely gorgeous. He was working on the next Hellfire campaign, his papers and guide books spread out in front of him as he wrote.

You couldn’t help but stare at your boyfriend. He was making that cute face you loved when he was focused, his eyebrows slightly furrowed and his tongue poking out from his teeth ever so slightly. His forearms, toned from years of playing the guitar, were flexing temptingly as he moved the papers around, reminding you of how wonderful it was to have them wrapped around you. And his shirt, slightly shrunk from the wash, was riding up his back a little, showing off some of his skin for you.

Your mind drifted as you watched him. Those forearms caging you in under him as he hovered over you as you laid on his bed, his long curls falling around your face, smelling like your lavender shampoo, as he smiled down at you. It was that stunning smile that always left you a little breathless, not believing that it was directed at you. His large doe eyes were sparkling with amusement and love as he gazed down at you before he crashed his lips to yours, eliciting a giggle from you.

“Y/N!” You heard Eddie call. You blinked back the thoughts as you were brought back to the moment. Eddie was looking at you, a large, knowing smile on his lips. “You’re staring again, baby.”

“I'm not staring at you, I'm admiring you.” You said with a cheeky grin.

“Oh? That’s what that was? Well it’s very distracting.” He joked.

“Oh I didn’t mean to distract you Mr. Dungeon Master.” You teased back.

“Well, would you like to admire me closer?” Eddie asked suggestively, arching an eyebrow ever so slightly.

“Oh, I’d always love a closer look.” You shot back quickly, biting your lip playfully.

Eddie chuckled as he dropped his pencil and sauntered over to you, stopping just in front of you and leaning down, his hair falling around you. You beamed up at him before grabbing the sides of his face and planting a hungry kiss to his lips, pulling a small moan from the man as you did.

He pulled back after a moment, and gazed at you heatedly. “Let’s go admire each other in my room, hmmm?” He suggested breathlessly. You giggled slightly as you nodded your head, taking Eddie’s offered hand as he helped you up and led you to his room.

Masterlist

[eddxe-munsxn]

Pretty Little Distraction (E.M.)

summary: eddie was doing some d&d prep in the hellfire room when you stopped by to give him notes for miss o’donnell’s class. one thing leads to another and you end up getting yourself off by riding his thigh while he desperately tries to focus on prep (and fails miserably)

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni), flirting, dry humping, thigh riding, hair pulling, dirty talk, pet names (princess, baby girl, buttercup, sweetheart)

word count: 1.6k

pairing: eddie munson x afab!reader

a/n: this is my first ever published fic pls be nice im sensitive. proofread by my lovely bff who has a degree minoring in english.

The sky is a rich peach color as the sun hangs low over the mountains as you make your way to the Hellfire Club meeting room. Autumn is in full swing in Hawkins as an evening chill causes you to cross your forearms over your chest and walk a bit faster from the library across campus to the building where you know Eddie will be. 

The door is slightly ajar when you arrive and you nudge it open gently. You find Eddie alone in the dimly but warmly lit room engrossed in his Dungeon Master's Guide and Monster Manual. He is seated comfortably on his throne, at the head of the table. You can’t help but notice how handsome Eddie was when fully concentrated on something he’s passionate about. Seeing him so focused, so passionate about something he loved, enchanted you. Making you see him in a light that you only have once before. The only other time you’ve seen him in this state was when you saw Corroded Coffin perform live. A truly remarkable experience you can’t wait to have again.

“Hey, Eddie.”

Eddie startles at the sound of your voice and knocks a few dice across the table. “Jesus, Y/N. You’d make an excellent rogue with stealth skills like that. Scared the absolute shit outta me” He laughs lightly and rubs his face in frustration. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your arrival?” 

“Just here to drop off the study guide for Miss O'Donnell's exam on Monday. I know this quarter has been a bitch to pass,” you say, sliding the set of papers out of your binder and setting them on the table between the two of you. 

Eddie slides that towards himself, “Thanks, Y/N. You’re a true hero.” His eyes meet yours as he gives you a heart-wrenching smile. 

He’s been doing that a lot lately. Or rather, you’ve been noticing him a lot lately. Noticing him in different and more intense ways than before. The way his eyes crinkle and light up when he’s telling a story, the way his hands delicately and expertly roll a blunt, the way his lips wrap around said blunt…

“Y/N?” Eddie’s question draws you out of your thoughts.

“Hm?” You hum completely distracted and now feeling nervous butterflies in your stomach. 

“I said can you help me figure something out really quickly?” He places a pencil between his teeth and brushes his curls out of his face and uses his fingers to comb his hair into a messy bun.

Your eyes follow his every movement and you find yourself enamored by how beautiful this man is. Just performing a mundane action like pulling his hair up out of his face, demands your admiration of his features. Your cheeks are warm and your abdomen tightens. “Y-yeah. What’s up?” You move around to his side of the table so he can show you what he’s working on. 

Your arm brushes his as he explains a few plot points of the campaign that are pertinent to his inquiry. “…so I want a way to allow the players to break Vecna’s curse that isn’t just a hack and slash, I want there to be a loophole. But I can’t figure out what it should be. My initial thought was ‘the power of music’ but I don’t want the use of real-life music to disrupt the imagination and fantasy of playing the game.”

“You could write your own score to go along with the theme of your campaign, but I’m sure that would be more work than you bargained for.” An idea comes to mind from your favorite childhood movie, “What about love? True love’s kiss worked out for Aurora’s curse, why not Vecna’s?” Your eyes meet Eddie’s as you say this and you’re suddenly aware of how close the two of you are. Of how flecks of gold dance in his eyes in time with the flickering candlelight. Your nervousness envelops you and you attempt to backtrack, “No, never mind that’s cliche and dumb.” You say cheeks flushed, shaking your head and causing your hair to fall in front of your face in an attempt to hide your embarrassment. 

Eddie reaches up to hook a finger under your chin and gently forces you to look at him. “Y/N, sweetheart. There are no dumb ideas in D&D.” Your breath hitches at the pet name.

“Eds, p-please don’t call me that.” You try to turn away but his grip on your chin holds firm.

“What would you rather me call you then, hm? Princess? Buttercup?” He asks teasingly. Then his eyes darkened, “Baby girl?”

“Munson! I told you how that pet name affects me in confidence while I was high. How dare you use that against me?!” The timbre of his voice calling you ‘baby girl’ sends tingles directly to your core and forces you to clench your thighs together in a feeble attempt to control your physiological reactions and desires. 

“I think you’re forgetting who’s in control here, darling,” Eddie whispers, still forcing you to face him. He’s never looked at you this way before, the longing, the hunger. 

Still flushed with your desire for him growing by the second, you bite your lip. His controlling attitude makes you weak at the knees. His eyes leave yours and drop down to your lips. A slight sound escapes him as he pulls your face to his and captures your mouth with his own. You immediately lean into the kiss, having dreamt about this moment for months. 

His lips are softer than you imagined and he tastes sweet from the candy he’s been snacking on. His tongue glides along your lower lip and you sigh into the kiss, allowing his tongue to slide against your own. He lets both hands rest on your waist as he guides you to straddle one of his legs. You rake your fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck, curl them and tug lightly. The groan that escapes him is delicious and goes directly to your now throbbing pussy.  

After a few moments, he pulls away and leans his forehead against yours, panting to catch his breath. “God… sorry.. I’ve been wanting to do that forever.”

You smile at him and brush your nose with his, “No apology needed, Ed. I have, too.”

He brushes his nose with yours and gives you a chaste peck on the lips before sighing, “I don’t want to leave you hanging right now, but I really need to finish this campaign prep for our next session.” 

A small whine leaves you as you brush your lips against his and whisper, “Just gonna leave me all hot and bothered, Munson?”

“I’m sorry, baby girl. I have to get this done.” You grind your hips down onto his thigh, creating much-needed friction between his denim clan leg and your aching clit. The growing heat in your abdomen and the feeling of your slickness between your folds gets more intense. You moan and tug harder at his hair, causing him to nip at your neck and growl. “Princess, please, I can’t.”

You grind down again, fingertips digging into his shoulder blades as you gasp, “Eddie! Oh, Eddie, please.”

He groans again as he peppers kisses on your neck and suckles the soft flesh where your neck meets your shoulder. The sensation combined with the pressure on your clit makes your head spin. “Fuck yes, baby girl. So needy for me, hm? Need me so bad you’re gonna ride my thigh.” He continues his assault on your neck with his tongue and lips, letting one hand fondle your breast while the other lands on your hip, helping you grind down onto him. He bounces his knee a bit as you gyrate your hips down onto him, the shock of the alternating pressure on your clit elicits a mewl from you. “Tell me what you need, baby girl.”

You can feel the tightness in your abdomen getting tighter with every kiss, nip, twist of your nipple, bounce of his leg, and use of ‘baby girl’. The pet name makes you absolutely feral for him. The warmth of your core becomes red hot, getting so close to your climax. “Oh, fuck, Eddie. You. I need you. You make me feel so good, Ed.” Your lips find his again as your rocking and gyrating onto him gets faster, hips beginning to stutter with your impending orgasm. “Shit, baby, I’m so close.”

“Cum for me, baby girl.” He growls into your ear before latching onto that sensitive spot on your neck, sucking, nipping, and kissing. The request almost sounded like a demand and that domineering tone sends you over the edge.

“Eddie, oh my god.” You gasp as you slow your pace, riding out your high. You kiss him a few times, some slow, some chaste. “Fuck, that was amazing, Ed.” You brush your nose with his before gently kissing the tip of his nose. 

“Yeah, princess? I’m glad you feel good, baby girl. You’re so fucking hot, especially when you’re gasping out my name.” He places a hand on each of your cheeks and tilts your head so he can place a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Now we can definitely continue this later, but right now I have a few more balancing things I need to wrap up for the campaign.”

You nod, snaking your arms from around his shoulders and standing up. “Continue this later?” You ask with a small smile.

He grins back at you, lips bruised and pupils blown wide. “Only if you want to, princess. But I really do need to get this done, my pretty little distraction.” He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles. “Gimme like fifteen minutes, okay?”

“Okay.”

[thegeekerynj]

All Death Metal Review (And nothing from Sweden!)

Death Metal: Trinity Crisis One Shot 

Writer: Scott Snyder   Artist: Francis Manapul

‘And who are YOU supposed to be? I’ve faced enough Dark Knights that no Batman scares me anymore!

Ha! Then it’s a good thing I’m not a Batman! I’m his MOTHER!’

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Sweet Christmas! That took me by surprise!

Harley kissing Jonah Hex, that was really sweet, and gods awful creepy, and kinda gross,  after the exchange, and some thought…

This is it, Gentle Readers… the Beginning of the End of the Beginning of… Oh, crap, now I’m lost… This is where the story starts rockin’!

The Gang’s all together, and the Black Lantern Bat has determined what they need to do.

The plan? Split up, naturally. That AL-ways works…

When we left them in DM #3, the Lanterns are protecting the Home Base, and taking out the Crisis Energy Antennae on the Earths left in the known Universes, The Flashes are off and running through the Speed Force, trying to find Metron, and stay ahead of the Bathattan who Laughs, while the Trinity (Superman / Antilife, Black Lantern Batman and  Warden Wonder Woman) along with Swamp Thing, Harley, Hex and Jarro, head for Castle Bat, to gain access to the Crisis Earths, where the Crisis Energy is being harvested for Perpetua.

**WHEW!**

Getting into the Castle involves getting past an army of Dark Knights… and we have a bunch of real winners here! 

Bat Monday - Salomon Grundy in Bat ears, I could have busted a gut laughing, until I thought about what kind of weapon a zombie with Batman’s training could be, and shivered…

Kull, the daughter of Batman and Wonder Woman, corrupted by the Dark Universe…

Ark, the living embodiment of Arkham, with all of the knowledge and abilities of ALL her worst inmates…

Chiroptor, the amalgam of Batman and Chemo (Great Elder Gods!!)… 

And the Pearl, Martha Wayne, in the equivalent of HellBat Armor, complete with her iconic pearl necklace.

This is a real mindscrew for Batman, and the panels depict it, most intently.

One nice thing about Scott Snyder… he is consistent about tying up loose ends. Once we are in Castle Bat, we find out what happened to Barbatos, the Big Bad from Dark Nights: Metal. Not that we were actually wondering, since we got Perpetual, and the Batman Who Laughs, but, like I said, it ties up the package nicely.

Then, we are introduced to the character I have been most happily waiting for… the Robin King, and his Utility Belt of Death!

Gentle Readers, this is the story we have been waiting for, the chapter which tells us what the Heroes Plan of Action is, and where the story has been going, for over 40 years. You see, the opening page of this book tells us where this story began… with Marv Wolfman and George Perez, and Crisis on Infinite Earths!

Not to spoil too much, but Crisis, Infinite Crisis, and Final Crisis, ]well… they have all played a part in getting us to this story. It seems, the “Crisis Energy’ has fed Perpetua while she was trapped within the Source Wall, and, now, she wants it all, so she can recreate the Universes in her image.

Great job, if you can get it…

I can’t say enough good things about this story and artwork, as Snyder and Manapul have put together a really tight, hard hitting bottle / lead story, bringing us to the next step in the saga… 

Jeebus on a popsicle stick, I hope no one lets me down… that will hurt!

Out of 5🌶        🌶🌶🌶🌶.5

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Death Metal: Multiverse’s End #1

Writer: James Tynion IV   Artist: Juan Gedeon

‘Mr. Rabbit?

Yes, Young Lady?

Thank you for saving me.

What a kind thing to say! It was so scary out there, and you stayed so brave. I don’t think I could have done it without your courage.

You’re really, really soft.

I use a special carrot shampoo.

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Once upon a time, about a million, bazillion years ago in cranky fat man years, somewhere around 1982, Roy Thomas and Scott Shaw! brought Earth-C into the DC Multiverse, the earth of anthropomorphic animals… yes, they brought Super-Hero Cartoon Animals to the Super Hero Universe.

Our introduction to this Earth was Rodney Rabbit, a comics writing and drawing hare, who created the Just’a Lotta Animals comic by day, and was Captain Carrot, a Superman-esque rabbit, who got his powers from super charged carrots, when danger struck.

But, I digress… because I got really excited!

So, we have teams on the 6 Earths, each Earth holding a tuning fork, focusing the psychic pain energy of the population to Perpetual, powering her attempts to recreate the Multiverse in her image. The Earths in play, Earth - 3 (Crime Syndicate), Earth - X (Nazi Earth), Earth - 29 (Bizarroworld), Earth - 43 (Blood League World) and Earth - 50 (Justice Lords Earth) are all worlds of pain and suffering.

Their energy is the right flavor for destroying, and creating.

The heroes, organized and led by the Green Lanterns of Sector 2814 (Hal Jordan, Guy Gardner, John Stewart, Kyle Rayner, Jessica Cruz, Simon Baz), are working to take down the Antennae before the energy can be fed to Perpetual to power her Cosmic Undoing. 

So, teamed with the Lanterns, we have Hawkgirl, Kid Flash (Earth-22), President Superman (Earth-23), Wonder Woman (Earth-6) and Captain Carrot, all hellbent on stopping the respective Antennae.

The problem… Each Earth’s inhabitants have been laced into the antennae, to directly feed the psychic energy to it..since the energy is effectively terror, well, what better way to induce some? Of course, this isn’t the only problem to be contended with…

Leave it to James Tynion IV to come up with a way to make a villain creepier than the Batman Who Laughs… How, you ask? Well, take the true polar opposite of Batman, and make him realize HE IS what Giggles says he is, and you have an interesting new ballgame.

You see, while the Batman who Laughs is the Ultimate CORRUPTED Batman, Owlman is the Anthesis of Batman, the purest EVIL to the Batman’s GOOD. And he plans to make sure that he continues to be the True Opposite…

Gedeon’s artwork is rough, but considering the story being told, and the pain portrayed by the characters, it fits, perfectly. Some times, I see Joe Staton and Nic Cuti in these pages, a little cartoony, but that’s not a complaint… The story concentrates a bunch on Guy Gardner and Cap, so, it seems to fit (and the art is reminiscent of the ‘A Guy and his G’Nort’ storyline from 1991). 

All in all, a very good story, and a fantastic use of a truly underused treasure.

Out of 5🌶        🌶🌶🌶🌶

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Speed Metal #1

Writer: Joshua Williamson   Pencils: Eddy Barrow   Inks: Eber Ferreira

‘Hey, Flash Family, Is it true a Flash has to die in every Crisis?!’

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And the levels of snark from the Darkest Knight have reached Epic Levels!

The first three pages of this issue give us a rehash of everything  having to do with Wally West, since the beginning of the Rebirth Era, from Barry pulling Wally out of the Speed Force, to Barry and Batman finding the Comedian’s Smiley Face button embedded in the Batcave wall, to the events of Heroes in Crisis and Flash Forward.

The action picks up as Barry, Wally, Wallace and Jay leave the Batman’s Vault, in search of Metron’s Chair, with the Darkest Knight hot on their trails. 

In the Speed Force.

With the Darkest Knight’s presence corrupting the Speed Force, Barry and Wally bickering the entire time, I’m reminded of why I hated the post Crisis Flash… Wally wasn’t mature enough to wear the mantle of Barry’s fame.

Sure, he had the speed, he was even faster than Barry, but he was still the same jealous little kid inside, the one who needed to be patted on the head, the one who couldn’t get on with the Titans, even though he was probably the most powerful of them. 

He was just an immature kid, and here, Williamson dragged that all into the foreground once again.

All so Wally West, the King of the Redemption Arc, could have another Redemption Arc…

Sorry, that did me in. 

The rest of the story is pretty good… the art is wonderful, the Jay / Barry / Wallace interplay is really kinda neat, and all the Black Flashes… well, I’m a sucker for Death icons, so a mass of Death Speedsters, well that’s fun with a CAPITAL F!

But, did we need another Wally gets to whine story?

Sorry, this wasn’t the finest arc of the Death Metal Saga.

Out of 5🌶        🌶🌶🌶

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Death Metal #4 ‘Shot In The Dark’

Writer: Scott ‘Scream King’ Snyder   Artist: Greg ‘The Muscle’ Capullo  Inks: Jonathan ‘Bloodied’ Glapion

“So, ever wonder why you never see A Harley Who Laughs’?’

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And, that Gentle Readers, is the crux of one of those puzzles about this series… Why don’t we ever see more twisted versions of the Villains who infest Earth Prime?

The Robin King (this is the character who rates SECOND on my memorable Characters list, especially with his own One-Shot—— Who’s First?? Time, Gentle Ones in time…) puts the explanation out there, and it is very simple.

And worth the read… But, I digress.

So, Issue 4 picks up with Sergeant Rock describing what has been happening on Earth - Prime, and we finally get to see who has been carrying him around… AMBUSH BUG! Yes, the character that made the Fourth Wall more transparent than an open Anderson window has been carrying Rock around as his own personal narrator…

Which, if you know the Bug, is a joke unto itself.

So, here we go, the ride is picking up steam, and we are now following 6, count’em SIX, separate story lines. A guy could get whiplash, or Bullwhip or some other third rate character… But, I digress.

We have the Trinity storyline, the SpeedMetal storyline, Multiverse’s End, and the Lantern Storyline from the last issue, the Justice League / Legion of Doom story… am I forgetting anything? 

Oh, and of course, the Robin King.

Where to start with this… I guess the simplest place to start is the artwork.

Greg Capullo’s pencils are absolutely wonderful. For anybody who it's to watch the process of drawing I want to watch so he's got a really wonderful touch I recommend Greg Capullo’s Instagram site. As he's drawing pages for these books, he posts the pencils as he finishes pieces of the process . Normally, he has six or seven photo panels showing exactly what he's been doing.  In man cases, this involves crowd scenes, with extensive detail. His work is beautiful, it’s easy to see why he is such a sought after talent.

Jonathan Glapion’s inks on Capullo’s pencils are comparable to Austin on Byrne, and Janson over Miller, Janson over Colan… Enhancing, and not hiding the intricate detail rendered in the pencils, adding that last flash of lightning to bring it all together. The balance struck between them is almost organic, a constant growth between the two, bringing them to levels bordering on the true Classic Art teams of the last 50 years.

I do not make these comparisons lightly

Now, to the story. Scott Snyder is powering a roller coaster with a rocket sled. The coordination between the different aspects of these stories is both intricate and daring. With all the different aspects of this story spinning like plates on sticks, Snyder juggles the plot lines, and what is left to him by the myriad of writers as Emmet Kelly did in the heyday of Ringling Brothers.

His deft touch, and subtle influences are balanced by lace covered sledgehammer blows, leaving the reader reeling, and wanting so very much more.

Scott Snyder, much like Tom Taylor, has pulled out all the stops, cut the brake lines, kicked out the jams, insert favorite euphemism for creating a high speed, non-stop mad ride to Hell!

And, much to my wallet’s chagrin, I am very happy about it.

Now, as it crosses to other books, and other writers pick up the reins, I am sure Snyder will still be the whip hand driving the story, not allowing some of these writers to go too far astray (unless it’s Tom King… then, well Woo Hoooo!)

I can’t say enough good things about this story, or the team creating it. I’m beginning t feel a little biased, but, what the heck.

Out of 5🌶        🌶🌶🌶🌶.5

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Death Metal: Robin King #1 ‘The Robin Who Would Be King’

Writer: Peter J. Tomasi   Artist: Riley Rossmo

‘Aw! Come on, this is the fun part!

Get up and let’s FIGHT!’

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Games, within games, within games…

So, the Batman who Laughs wasn’t infallible.

And the Robin King is going to be the bigger threat to the Darkest Knight than any combination of the Trinity, Flashes or their cohorts.

At least, that’s my takeaway from this issue.

We continue the story of the Robin King, as started in the Tales of the Dark Universe one shot.  Bruce has grown up, and grown into his sociopathy, and genius. He has used the family fortune to get all the training necessary, and to accumulate all the tools, to begin his reign as the true Evil Overlord of Gotham.

Utilizing his accumulated weapons, he has taken out Commissioner Gordon, Firestorm, Animal Man, Adam Strange Blue Beetle (Ted Kord), and the Red Tornado, all in truly spectacular and extraordinarily grisly fashion.

While the Black Hole Implosion for Firestorm was a particularly well thought out death, I think, so far, the ‘Mortal Coil’ Death, for the Red Tornado was the most imaginative… making his powers totally uncontrollable, while moving him closer to his ultimate dream, to be a real person, before his form totally destroys itself from the stresses of his own speed.

Marvelous! Fantastic! Gross!

Enter the Batman who Laughs, with the proposition to make the Robin King special, one of his own…

But, he’s a Robin, so, off to the Groblin Pit he goes!

Hence, his mistake, and possibly another chink in the boiler plate of his plans… since Bruce Wayne is NO Robin!

Peter Tomasi’s scripting for this issue is simply remarkable. The creep factor he brings to this iteration of Bruce Wayne is almost eviscerating. Reading this was painful to my eyes and psyche, feeling the levels of insanity drip off the page, and scratch across my mind like a little bird’s unnaturally sharp talons.

He really hit all the horror factors.

Then, there was the artwork for this story. Riley Rossmo’s artwork set the mood for this story. His shattered pencil / inks style, which can be distracting, was integral to telling this story. It allowed the Reader to view this story as if it were playing out in Bruce’s mind, its all the fracturing being how he is viewing the world.

For me, this story has been the highlight of the series… thus far. I am anticipating this, which is near the midpoint of things, is setting up the Wednesday Night Episode…so, - 

Tune In, Gentle Readers! 

Same Bat-Time

Same Bat Channel!

The Best Is Yet To Come!

Did I neglect there is a B-story, with Signal, Spoiler, Orphan and Red Robin taking on Quietus, the amalgam of Batman Ras’ al Ghul and Duke Thimas, from another Dark Universe, written by Tony Patrick and drawn by Daniel Sampere?

This story brings in a plot line for ‘What’s happening for the Other Bat-Family Elements’, as they try to find their way through Castle Bat’s myriad streets… 

I am guessing we will start to see more of these stories.

I am completely fine with this, rather than having to recap things later…

Out of 5🌶        🌶🌶🌶🌶.5

[xx-autmnlvr-xx]

Is This Embarrassing? Chapter 3

PAIRING: KEVEDD (Kevin x Edd) [Ed, Edd n Eddy] Rating: T (for cursing and violence)

Here's the last chapter!!! I want to say thank you all for reading my story and I hope it was fun!!! If you haven't read the first two chapters you can read this here:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Enjoy!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  Edd stirred awake early that morning. He stretched and looked at his alarm clock.

  "5 am. That's a good time to get the day started." He stood up and turned off the alarm before it went off. He took his shower and after he rubbed the cocoa butter lotion on his head, he rubbed some on the bruises on his legs and arms.

  He pulled on a orange turtleneck and black dress pants, not forgetting his tie. As he cleaned up his dirty clothes, he thought about what he should do.

  "Maybe I should just pull him aside before class? No, that's too early. During gym? No that's preposterous." He sighed, sitting on his bed.

  "Am I even doing the right thing? He hasn't shown me any reason that he might like me. Hell, he hasn't shown me that he might like guys! Maybe... Maybe this is a bad idea?" Edd walked to his window and looked out. It was still dark, and the streetlights illuminated the sidewalks. He looked across the street at Kevin's house. All the lights were off in the windows. Edd smiled softly and Eddy's words echoed in his mind.

  'you know that if you don't make a move soon someone else will and then what are you going to do?'

  Double D's eyes narrowed, and he walked to his desk, "Eddy's right. I have to at least tell him or else it will destroy me." He told himself. He sat down and made up a note.

   'Kevin,

Please meet me behind the school after the final bell. I have something very important to tell you.

Sincerely,

Eddward'

   Edd folded up the note and put a little sticker to keep it closed. He nodded and continued getting ready for school. Soon, his doorbell rang.

  "Coming!" Edd called while putting on his shoes. He went to the door and opened it.

  Ed smiled, "hey, double D! You ready for school?"

  Eddy groaned at the mention of school. He stood beside Ed with his hair in a mess.

  Edd smiled, "good morning, fellows! Yes, I am ready. Shall we get going?" With that, the three started walking to school. As they walked, they saw Sarah and Jimmy skip by and Rolf riding his goat ahead. Double D looked around.

  "He left yet, sockhead." Eddy yawned, still staring ahead grumpily.

  Edd looked at Eddy, "oh...okay." He said as he looked in front of him.

  "Hey, double D! Is it possible to mix those spicy drinks to make a monster?" Ed asked.

  "Umm well I don't like the fact you called chemicals 'spicy drinks' and I hope you never attempted to drink them. As for your question, it is not probable for liquid chemicals to become a living organism, but then again anything is possible in science. I just don't have an equation for it."

  Ed looked at Edd in confusion and double D chuckled, "In short, I don't know for sure, Ed."

  The tallest one nodded, "okay. Thank you, double D!"

   They walked the rest of the way in silence. They walked in the school and Eddy finally perked up, stopping the other Ed's.

  "Oh yeah! I forgot to say that I have a plan for a scam! It's foolproof!"

  Edd shook his head with a smile, "I haven't seen you plan a scam in nearly three days. What's the idea this time?"

  "Well I can't say it in the middle of the hallway because I don't want anyone to cash in on it before us! So, I'll explain it tonight! We'll be RICH!" Eddy smirked, rubbing his hands together.

  "Yay! Sounds fun!" Ed cheered, clapping happily.

  "Well it will have to be after four. I have plans at three." Double D said, scratching his cheek.

  "That's fine," Eddy said, shrugging, "we have all night to make it anyway! Come on, you two! Let's go see if there are any spare quarters in the soda machines."

  "Okay, Eddy!" Ed smiled.

   They walked down the hallway and Edd paid attention to the lockers. He found Kevin's locker and felt his knees shake with nerves. He slowly walked up to it but couldn't bring himself to raise his hands to the slot. his face went red and he felt himself perspire.

  "Oh, for Pete's sake!" Eddy groaned. He grabbed the note from Edd's hands and pushed it through Kevin's locker slot.

  Edd gasped, "o-oh dear. What am I doing? Eddy!!! What if it goes wrong?" Edd asked, grabbing Eddy's collar.

  Eddy rolled his eyes and brushed off double D's hands, "everything's going to be fine. The worst that would happen is he beats you up! Not like that hasn't happened before." At those words Edd whimpered.

  Ed hugged double D, "Everything will be alright! Don't you worry your big chin about that!"

   They continued walking the hallways until the bell ring for first period. Edd walked into their class and sat at his seat in the front while Eddy and Ed sat in the back corner. Double D arranged his paper neatly on his desk and got a pencil out. He looked up and made a noise in the back of his throat. Kevin walked in the classroom with a pencil and notebook. His eyes locked with Edd's and he smiled.

  "Yo, double Dork! What's up?" He greeted, doing a finger gun.

  Edd stammered, "oh noth-- nothing much. What about.... you?"

  He chuckled, "nothing much for me either! Can't wait to hear what you have to tell me later!" Kevin walked to the middle of the classroom and sat at his seat.

   The teacher walked in, "good morning, class! How are we doing today?" There were several scattered 'good's and 'fine's throughout the class.

  "That's good to hear! To start this week, I would like to take the time to introduce the new student. She just came from Michigan, how exciting! Let's give a warm welcome to Marie Kanker."

  Several of the students gasped and jumped in their seats. Marie walked into the class and smiled softly. She had on a black hoodie with gray sleeves and dark jeans. She waved.

  "Hey, everyone... It's nice to see you all again!" She greeted.

  The teacher smiled, "anyone want to be this nice lady's desk neighbor?"

   Hardly anyone said anything. It was the quietest it has ever been in that room.

  Edd raised his hand, "Marie can sit by me, ma'am." More gasps erupted from students that were familiar with what happened in middle school.

  "That is so thoughtful, Edd! Why don't you go take your seat, Ms. Kanker?” Marie sat beside double D and raised her knuckle to fist bump. Edd smiled and fist bumped back.

   The rest of the morning consisted of class time. And between classes the other kankers would meet with the eds and they would all chat. By the time the lunch bell rang they all got to know each other better. The kankers and Eddy put together their food in the tray line while Ed and double D waited at the end of the line. Edd had some homemade lunch in a lunchbox and so did Ed. Once the kankers and Eddy finished, they all began to walk to a table.

  Before they could get to a table, though, some football players stopped them. They were trapped beside the jock table.

  "Woah woah, losers. Where are you going?" Larry said with a smirk.

  "Umm to eat! What's it to yah?" Eddy sassed, narrowing his eyes.

  "Not before the show!" Another football player chimed in.

  "Show?" Edd asked. He looked at the table and saw Kevin, who looked confused but curious.

  Double D blushed and looked away, "oh dear..."

   Kyle stood up on top of the lunch table and cleared his throat, "Attention students of peach Creek high! I have a poem I would like to read to you!" He smirked at the eds and kankers while pulling out a blue piece of paper from his pocket.

  "my dearest friend, Kevin,

It may come as a shock, but I can contain this no longer--" Kyle began. Edd realized what was happening and he paled.

  "You mean the world to me. A world that I never want to lose. I'm usually so shy but when I see you, I want to become confident. In sappy terms, your hair is as fiery as my love for you. Your green eyes captivate me into a land so pure and untouched. I don't know if you will even see this, but I want you. I am infatuated by you. Please give me a chance.

Love," Kyle folded up the note and smiled evilly at Edd.

  "Eddward'"

   All eyes locked on double D. There were a few gasps from the cul-de-sac kids. The jocks started to laugh.

  Larry pointed at Edd, "I didn't know the nerd was a fag! That is so funny!" He laughed.

  "I know! I can't believe he thinks THE Kevin would go out with the likes of him!" Kyle cackled. The taunting laughter grew around Edd. His face turned red as he looked around at the judgmental faces. He saw Marie look at him sympathetically. Eddy was glaring at Kyle and cracked his knuckles. Ed looked worriedly at Edd.

  Double D's eyes grazed over to Kevin; who's eyes were locked on his. Edd couldn't tell the emotion they had but he was convinced it was contempt. Edd felt his eyes water and his hands shake. The laughter grew in his ears so much that it became unbearable. He felt overwhelmed and embarrassed. He busted into tears and pushed past the football players blocking the door and ran down the hall.

   Edd barely felt his legs under him, all he could feel was the burning he felt in his throat and the breaking of his heart. The tears fell with every step he took. Finally, he made it to the science lab, the one place he felt safe at that moment. He made his way into the room and was grateful that it was empty. He went to a corner, sat down against it and cried, hugging his knees tightly.

  'how did they end up with the note?' he thought. His mind went to when he got beat up and remembered that they dug in his pockets.

  "Fuck!" Double D cried, frustrated and broken. 'he got embarrassed. My note was read to him in front of the entire school! He would never accept me now.' told himself. His tears burned his eyes and suffocated him.

  This went on for a couple minutes and Edd felt like he was going to die from dehydration. That's when the door opened. He sniffed and looked up to see Kevin looking at him. Edd made a fearful noise and covered his face with his arms.

  "I'm... I'm sorry, Kevin! I didn't mean for anyone to read that note. Especially not to you! Please don't hit me!" Edd exclaimed, squeezing his eyes shut.

   There was silence. Then he heard footsteps. They stopped in front of him.

  "Hey, dork." Kevin said softly. He pulled Edd's arms down from his face. Edd kept his eyes closed and more tears fell. He jumped when he felt Kevin's hand grace his cheek, wiping his tears gently.

  "Edd," Kevin whispered, "please look at me." The use of his name and the begging tone in Kevin's voice coaxed Edd to open his eyes slowly. His pupils met the others'.

  Kevin searched his eyes, "did you mean what you wrote in that letter?"

  "Yes." Is all Edd would allow himself to say, his tears making his chin itchy.

  Kevin smirked a little and leaned forward, kissing Edd softly. Double D's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe what was happening was real. He felt tears well up again as he kissed back desperately. He gripped onto Kevin's shirt as he let himself fall into the kiss. The world around them blurred into sunsets and stars. It was as if they teleported to a different reality, one where it was just them. Kevin held Edd's face in his calloused hands and opened his mouth a little, licking double D's lips. Edd blushed and opened his own mouth. Their tongues danced, not holding back from the other.

  They stayed like that for a while before Kevin separated their lips. Edd looked in the Jock's eyes, his cheeks red as a beet and eyes wet and irritated. Kevin reached down and caressed Edd's hand.

  "Is this... You..." Edd cleared his throat, "so you're not mad?"

  Kevin smiled, "No. Not at you, anyway. I have to say, I didn't think you liked me in that way. Especially after the kankers returned. I thought since you and Marie were being so close that you and her were a thing. When did you start liking me?"

  Double D looked at their hands, "When we started high school, during the bonfire ceremony. I saw you laughing by the fire and I felt warm. I want to feel like that all the time. Since then, every time we would talk or hang out, I felt that feeling. I didn't know you liked me too. When?"

  "Well... This is going to be embarrassing, but it was when we chased you and the other dorks to Eddy's brother. When I saw you so confident, I fell in love. I never seen you like that toward someone older than us. Then you got hurt and I couldn't stand it. I wanted to protect you." Kevin but his lip.

  Edd looked up at him, "that long? I never knew! I always thought... You and Nazz."

  "Nah. Nazz and I had a falling out that entire week and me finding out my feelings for you, I had to end it. She was cool about it too." The two smiled at each other and Edd wrapped his arms around Kevin's neck, hugging him.

  "You've made me so happy, you jerk."

  Kevin blushed and hugged him back, "it's nothing, double Dork. You've made me happy too." The bell rang and Kevin stood up, helping Edd on his feet. They made their way out to the hallway holding hands.

   Before they got to class, they saw the kankers, eds, and the other kids from the cul-de-sac walk out of the principal's office. Eddy, Lee, and Rolf had bloody noses and bruises. Nazz and May had messed up hair and scratches. Johnny, Sarah, Marie, and Jimmy had black eyes. Ed was fine and smiling.

  "Oh dear! What happened??!" Edd exclaimed, running up to the group.

  "We beat them up, double D!" Ed said excitedly.

  "When you ran off, we defended you! No one is going to humiliate our friend!" Nazz declared.

  "You owe me, sockhead." Eddy groaned in pain.

  "Why were you in the principal's office then?" Kevin asked.

  "We have detention for getting in a fight." Johnny said.

  "But the bastard-boys Kyle and Larry got suspended for taking things and bullying the ed-boy!" Rolf piped up.

  "You all did that... For me?" Edd asked.

  "Of course!" Marie piped up.

  "So, are you two together now?" Jimmy asked.

  Kevin looked over at Edd and smirked, "I don't know, are we, dork?"

  Edd blushed and laughed, "yes I assume we are!"

   After school ended, the group went to detention. Edd and Kevin tried to join them since it started with them, but the teacher wouldn't allow it. So, the two decided to sit outside and wait. They sat on the grass and looked up at the sunset together. The autumn leaves falling around them and a gentle breeze blowing against them. Kevin put his hand on Edd's.

  Eddward smiled and looked at Kevin, "is it alright if I lean my head on your shoulder?"

  "you don't have to ask me." Kevin said, pulling Edd closer to him. Double D leaned his head on the other's shoulder. Edd felt warm again and looked at the sky from Kevin's shoulder, their fingers interlocked. The feeling of comfort and love they felt while watching the sky was so warm and safe that they wondered why they haven't come clean before.

  "Kevin, I know our togetherness is very unconventional, but I promise to be there for you always." Kevin looked down at Edd on his shoulder.

  "I will be there for you too, dude. You mean the world to me.”

  Edd blushed and smiled. Kevin graced his fingers along Edd's jaw and kissed him deeply. Double D felt at home there in Kevin’s arms.

[A/N: I know this ending was cliche and a little self-indulgent, but I thought that since this year is shit that everyone deserved some sappy-happy endings! I hope you have enjoyed this story and I thank you so very much for taking the time to read it!]

[billyboisfangirlarmy]

Dare Me

It all started with a dare…

Part 1

Henry Bowers x Sister!Tozeir

What happens when (y/n) Tozier (older sister to Richie Tozier) is dared to share a quick kiss with the most feared bully in Derry, Maine? What will her younger brother and the losers think about it? More importantly what will Henry think about it.

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(y/n) POV:

I look at myself in the mirror fixing my hair to sit exactly where it should without any problems. “Gosh you look the same every morning! Does it really take more than 20 damn minutes every damn morning?” I roll my eyes and look at my little brother. “You’ll never understand the power of being pretty Rich.” I pat his head and walk past him letting him have access to the bathroom.

As I make my way down the stairs I grab my backpack, purse, and keys exiting the house to my car. “Are we picking up anyone today?” Richie asks getting into the front seat. “Eddie wanted a ride.” I close my door and press my foot to the gas to get moving.

As we round the corner I see Eddie standing at the end of his steps rocking on his heels. RIchie rolls down his window poking his head out. “GET YOUR ASS IN HERE ED!” Eddie shakes his head silently laughing. As Eddie reaches for the back seat I stop him from opening it. “Rich get in the back.” “What? Come on! Blood is blood!” “That may be, but manners always come first. Back seat now.” I sarcastically say to him smiling. Eddie climbs in the front with a wide smile. “Aww see? Look how happy you made your best friend!” I pinch Eds cheek making him blush while Richie crosses his arms in a huff.

The ride to school was short, but fun. Jamming out to music and watching the boys dance always brighten my mornings. I park on my side of the curb (Mine because Richie took it upon himself to spray paint the pavement marking it as my spot). All three of us exit the car and walk up the steps leading into the school. Going through the halls we pass the Bowers gang for the first time today.

I place my hands on their shoulders and continue forward passing the gang. Their eyes burn into my brothers and Eddie’s frame. All eyes except one pair. Henry Bowers, the leader, was staring right at me with a hateful stare. “Take a picture Bowers. It’s going to last longer.” He soffs rolling his eyes. Patrick Hockstetter attempts to step towards me with a determined glare, but Henry stops him muttering how “She’s a waste of time”.  

I push the boys out of sight from the gang and kiss both their heads. Eddie takes the peck generously, but wipes the germs off his head seconds later. Richie struggles against me, but that’s all the fun in it. “I’ll see you at the end of the day. Be good!” I pace myself skipping 2 steps at a time as i rush to my english class. My heels reach the entrance of the classroom right as the bell rings. Mr. Capaldi (Ca-pal-dee) eyes meet my figure and he smiles. “(Y/n). Glad you made it! Please take your seat.” He smiles at me softly.

“Why thank you Mr. Capaldi. Did you have a good morning?” I giggle and make my way to my seat. “As well as it can be. Having you in this class makes it worth the time.” He says in a dream enhanced state. I place my hand over my closed lips holding in a laugh.

Yes I completely understand some of the male teachers here in the school find me… Charming… but i would never use that to my advantage. At least not on purpose. It just seems to happen that way.

“Kiss ass.” I hear a voice call from under their breath. I turn around to see Henry. I look over to where his usual seat is and notice Victor Criss all alone looking half asleep. “Why are you sitting behind me Bowers? Feel the need to be closer to me? It’s quite a common thing.” I say completely ignoring his comment.

“Fag moved me for talking. Now i’m stuck here. Fucking sucks.” Henry huffs resting his head against his fist. I shrug and turn back around seeing as he’s no longer important.

After 20 minutes of class I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn to see Henry again. “What?” “Do you have a pencil?”

I rummage around in my bag making noticeable noise, but Mr. Capaldi didn’t say anything. “Here.” I toss the pencil over my shoulder at him. He fumbles but catches it in his hand.

Minutes pass and i feel another tap on my shoulder. “Pst… Hey Tozier. You get the last question?” “Yea it’s-” “MR. BOWERS!” Mr. Capaldi's loud voice breaks our whispering. “Are you talking in my class? Right after I moved you?” Henry throws his hands up in unbelief. “And when Tozier says anything you just turn your head.” Mr. Capaldi crosses his arms with a shocked look. “How dare you! I treat my students equally.” Henry rolls his eyes laughing. “Yea. Only when you want some of that tight pussy from Tozier.” I gasp and turn around with a pure pink flushed face.

Mr. Capaldi looks at Henry and points to the door without words. Henry listens shaking his head mumbling perv as he went by the teacher.

As the class winds down to an end my mind is still buzzing.

Why would he say that? Even if he does have an attraction to me  why would Bowers even care?

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I walk out to my car seeing my girls leaning against it. “Hey it’s my lady friends! What’s cooking good looking?” Richie slides over reaching up to try and wrap one of his arms around Carly’s shoulders. “Aw Rich, how many times do I need to tell you?” “At least once more.” He begs. I shake my head and push him towards his door. “What are we doing tonight?” “Well Belch got some new strains from Patrick.” “Pizza, blaze, and sleep it is then.” All three of us laugh.

Now is probably a good time to explain. See in all my years since I can remember, I’ve had two best friends. Julie Huggins, and Carly Montgomery.

Julie Huggins is (you guessed it) Belch’s twin sister. Let me tell you they are FAR from similar. Carly is the smart popular pretty girl with money from daddy to spend on her shopping spree. Most people think she’s a brat, but we’re the two girls she’s managed to keep around. You see this is my gang compared to Bowers. The girl gang has got class, smarts, and looks while the Bowers gang is horrific and feared in the town of Derry.

Later in the night I pick Carly up and we arrive at Julie’s in no time. I knock on the door barely holding my stuff. The door swings open to reveal Belch’s face. He frowns and huffs. “Damn thanks for the homely welcome B.” I walk inside anyway and place my bags on the floor.

“Is that my girls?” Julie struts out with a bottle in hand. “Hey Jules. I thought we agreeed.” Belch points at us. “Hey I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I take offense!” I laugh and race up to meet the bottle in my friends hand.

“We agreed to what?” “The guys are coming over. You said you’d make sure you three would be far away.” Julie gestures up to her room with a smug smile. “And we will be. If we need anything I’ll be the one to come down and get it. You won’t even see us.”

“You’re saying both of us will be in the same house? In the same 40 foot radius?” “I’m not sure if that’s accurate, but yes.” Belch says with a small smile. “Ok.” I turn the bottle up and quickly drink the bringing liquid. “They’re not going to be here until 8 so in the meantime do you girls want to get blazed?” Blech pulls out a foil package and pulls out a blunt. “Oh save that kid stuff for the boys. I got something better.” I unzip my bag pulling out my water pipe with the glass contorting and looking like its knotted together. “Woah.” Belch places his blunt on the table and raises his hands up. “I’m down.” Everyone else shrugs and laughs as we begin the smoke sesh.

20 minutes later we’re all laugh our asses off and going crazy with jokes. Belch hits his knee laughing extremely hard. “See look! It’s a smile! I knew you liked me! You’re my brother too now!” I move myself between Belch and Julie smiling at them. “Gosh I wish Henry didn’t hate you.” I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. “Why’s that?” “Because you’re awesome. If we all hung out it would be great! Plus you girls would make our reputation better. We wouldn’t get banned from places in town if you were with us!”

As the silence dies a open my mouth. “Why does Henry hate me so much?” “I’m not sure. One day he saw you talking to Danny Motreat and got all worked up. Started saying you were a whore and saying all these things about you. Said you were pregnant by some older guy.”

“THAT’S WHO STARTED THAT? I got asked my whole 8th grade year what I was going to name the baby.” Why would he do that? I was just a kid! Why so sudden? A knock on the door rings out and the three of us girls hop up and make our way to Julie’s room.

[wrinkledparchment]

Nerdy // Richie Tozier x Reader

Summary: (Part 1) Richie has a gigantic crush on the nerdiest girl in Derry. After his teacher sees Richie isn’t paying attention, she has Y/N tutor Richie, and he’s in for more than he knows. 

Word Count: 1,148

A/N: AHHHHH Thank you so much for this request! I’m considering a 3 part series? Let me know what you think!

Warnings: Swearing

Forever Tags: @dogsandrocketsocks @shishterfackisback​

Y/N Y/L/N. The school’s resident nerd. You would often be seen around the school with a Star Trek pin on your shirt, some sort of Isaac Asimov book in hand, or maybe a book on Neuroscience or Philosophy. You’d constantly have your black thick-framed glasses along perched on your nose along with a pencil behind your ear, specifically 0.5 mechanical. 

Richie Tozier. Class Clown. Specifically, the vulgar class clown. Richie got good grades, nearly all A+, though Richie, unlike you, was not one who would use chemistry puns unironically. His Hawaiian shirt and denim shorts did not compliment your preppy black skirts, button-down white shirts, your Y/H/C hair always tucked into a headband. And of course, the metallic Commander pin tucked elegantly into your pocket. 

Richie never considered himself one to be into nerds. Bill had no problem with them, hence he had no problem with you, but Richie, oh boy. Tozier avoided them like the plague, hence distancing himself from you. Because hanging out with your crowd? He’d be looked down upon even more. Not only would he be a Trashmouth, but he’d also be a nerdy Trashmouth. 

He unwillingly glanced at you once again, his heart beating oh-so-quickly when he realized you knew he’d been looking at you. He wanted desperately to slap that knowing, devilish smirk off your face. You raised your hand. 

Oh. The teacher had asked a question. To Richie. That’s why you were smirking. 

“Sorry, Ms Douglas?” Richie asked, looking up to the teacher. 

“Pay attention in class, Richie,” Ms Douglas remarked, smirking, “Maybe you should have Ms Y/L/N catch you up on what we’ve been learning in class today. Y/N, you are officially Richie’s tutor.” 

Oh, Ms Douglas knew what she was doing. Perhaps she could tell that Richie was completely awestruck by the girl sitting next to him. 

“Ms Douglas, my grades are perfectly fine,” Richie protested. 

“And we want them to stay that way, yes? Talk about it after class, she’s tutoring you.”

Richie took a deep breath and glanced over at his crush, who was copying notes down onto her paper. He caught a glance at the neat handwriting before looking back up, quick enough to see the wink that Ms Douglas sent his way before continuing her lecture.

The bell rung and Richie began gathering up his materials and shoving them into his backpack but froze when he saw your shoes pointed directly at him. He made eye contact with you. 

Your shimmering eyes stared right back at him, and Richie was stunned. He’d never had the chance to really look you in the eye. But now that he had, he was frozen. Perhaps you were Medusa, for you had turned him into stone. 

“Do you want to meet up at my house after school? We could walk home together,” you questioned, smiling at him. 

If Richie had known what he did to you, maybe he wouldn’t be so nervous. Even when standing just a mere foot away from your crush, asking him to come over to your house to tutor him, you were calm and collected. 

But in reality, your insides were churning, your brain running around and screaming profanities. You managed to keep your cool despite your anxiety. The Tozier boy could never like you back. You knew that. 

You were polar opposites. A preppy nerd, chemistry puns, pencils tucked behind your ear. Richie was the funny class clown, Hawaiian shirts and light blue denim jeans. You two, together, might be the worst pairing in the history of AP Biology.

“Uh, uh- Yeah, I mean- I rode my bike to school, so...” Richie started. He mentally cursed himself for being so... nervous. He’d never been this nervous around anyone.

“Oh, that’s alright. Maybe I can just ride with you?” you asked innocently. 

Richie’s heart pounded and he grabbed his backpack. Nodding, Richie swallowed hard. His crush was going to be holding his waist, their chest pressed up against his back. 

“Okay, cool. See ya later, Tozier,” you waved, walking out of the classroom. 

Richie took a deep breath before realizing that Ms Douglas was still in the room, staring at him. He looked like a deer in headlights. 

“Never would’ve expected you, out of all people, to like Y/N,” Ms Douglas raised her brows. 

Ms Douglas was one of Richie’s favourite teachers, often because she made jokes as well -- albeit much cleaner than Richie’s -- and sometimes laughed at his. She was the closest Richie had to a mentor, and so she was also often his wingman. 

She would set him in a group with people he liked, as long as she knew they’d get their work done. She’d make sure he was challenged and this was exactly why he’d gotten into so many AP classes. And now, she had just set him up. 

“Ms Douglas, I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” Richie commented, rolling his eyes, a ghost of a smile adorning his lips. 

“You most definitely know what I’m talking about, Tozier,” she replied. 

“Fine, Ms Douglas. I have a crush on Y/N Y/L/N, the resident nerd of Derry High. I just have absolutely no idea why it’s her; like we have absolutely nothing in common, she’s so innocent and I’m decidedly not; it just doesn’t make any sense.” 

“Well, maybe hanging out with her this afternoon, you’ll get to know the real her. Nobody is the same inside of school when they’re out,” Ms Douglas assured.

“Yeah, okay. Thanks, Ms Douglas,” Richie concluded, waving as he ran out of class and to the lunchroom. 

The Losers all stared at Richie as he walked into the Cafeteria. Each looked stunned, and Richie already knew that Eddie’s mouth was ready to spew a load of questions. News travels fast in Derry High. 

“Richie, you have a tutor?” Eddie began, but Stan interrupted with his usual snarky comment. 

“I thought you were smarter than that.” 

“Let alone, Y/N Y/L/N is tutoring you? What in the actual fuck happened in class, Richie?” Eddie continued, not paying any attention to Stan’s snide remark. 

“Yes, Eddie, Y/N, the school’s female nerd, is indeed tutoring me. I wasn’t paying attention in class and Ms Douglas asked me a question, and then she paired me and Y/N up,” Richie clarified and Eddie just shook his head. 

“B-B-Bowers already ha-hates you enough, hanging out w-with her will only g-get you in more tr-trouble,” Bill added. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But it’s not like I have a fucking choice,” Richie replied. 

[totaltozier]

Just Another Day: Chapter 4 - Stranger Things/IT Richie&Mike Twins AU

NOTES: Sorry for such a long wait since chapter 3! I’ve been sick lately and super out of my element! But here it finally is!! This is the beginning of a wild ride! Message me to join the taglist also I love feedback!!!

WORD COUNT: 2K

SUMMARY: Stranger Things/IT crossover in which Richie and Mike are twins, Mileven is real, and even though Hawkins Lab was shut down what lies beneath the Upside Down is still up to no good!

CHAPTER ONE // CHAPTER TWO // CHAPTER THREE

“If X is equal to twelve and Z is equal to forty-one then the answer would be?” Mike prompted Eleven.

“Seven?” El guessed with a hopeful face. Unfortunately, she was wrong and Mike gently shook his head.

The two of them were sat next to each other at the Wheeler family dining table accompanied by Richie, Dustin, Eddie, and Will as well, each working on homework and assignments.

“Hey Will, can I see your history notes? I’m missing some from last class.” Eddie asked the small boy.

Will nodded and shuffled through his binder for the notes. “What happened there? You never miss any notes!” Will asked him back.

Eddie sighed. “You’re right, I normally don’t but this doofus here was distracting me!” He explained while elbowing Richie, who was sitting next to him, in the side. “Thanks, Will.”

“Hey! I was being regular ol’ Richie! You chose to get distracted!” Richie teased, earning a flick on the arm from Eddie this time. “Ow!” He whined, rubbing the spot with his hand. “I’ve been wounded! Shot even! How do you suppose I complete my work with such an injury, Eddie Spaghetti?” Richie pleaded with an English accent.

Eddie stared at the notes in front of him. “By not doing the British guy right now, that would be a good start.” He said.

Richie shrugged and opened up his science textbook. “I know you love the British guy, but fine.” He huffed.

“Richie, no one loves the British guy!” Mike argued from across the table.

“Yeah and no one loves that sweater of yours either but here we are, Michael!” Richie argued back with a cheery voice. Mike looked down at the sweater he was wearing, a knitted paisley blue and mint green crew neck that had wavy patterns on it. He looked back at his twin who’s face had a shit eating grin on it.

“I hate you.” Mike stated. He went back to reading his notebook to help Eleven with her math some more.

The group fell back into a focused silence, with only the sounds of pencils scratching and pages flipping. Time passed rather quickly as they worked and soon it was almost dinner time.

Eddie’s watch beeped, signalling that it was quarter to six o’clock and time for him to head home. He shuffled his papers together and quickly packed them away in his bag. “I gotta go, Ma’s making dinner.” He announced as he stood up.

Dustin folded up his papers also. “I’ll go with you, Mom will have a fit if I don’t feed Tews before she gets home!” Dustin and Eddie lived only a couple blocks apart. The two boys slipped their bags on and headed for the front door.

Richie stood up and followed them. “I’ll walk you guys home, grab some fresh air.” Dustin and Eddie both hummed in agreement, knowing that Richie always walked Eddie home anyways. He slipped on his sneakers and followed the other two boys outside.

“Have you guys heard of the new Spiderman movie that’s coming out?” Dustin asked the other two boys as they made their way towards his house. “It’s out next Friday, we should all go see it!”

“Is that the one with the guy who looks like he has frogs in his mouth?” Richie asked.

“What the fuck?” Eddie asked. “Frogs in his mouth? What the hell does that even mean, Richie?”

“It means that he looks like he’s keeping secret frogs in his cheeks, Eds!” Richie looked down at the sidewalk and kicked a stray rock with his foot. Dustin watched as it flew in front of them and jogged ahead to kick it himself. “Dusty, that’s my rock!” Richie teased.

“Mine now, Richard!” Dustin teased back. The two boys bickered back and forth over the rock in front of them until Eddie was fed up.

“Guys! Shut the fuck up, you can both kick the goddamn rock!” Eddie almost shouted out of frustration. Richie and Dustin continued to argue over the rock anyways. “Guys!” Eddie said again. “Guys!” Nothing.

The three boys had stopped walking. Eddie had basically given up on trying to get the other two to shut up so he could get home. Eddie glanced at his watch. It was six o’clock, meaning that he was already late. He figured he could just blame it on Mrs. Wheeler, claim that she had invited him to stay a little longer. Dustin and Richie had somehow left the original topic of the rock and were now arguing about Batman and Superman.

Knowing that they weren’t going to end their debate any time soon, Eddie looked around at his surroundings. They were beside the forest, the same one that stretches out near Will’s house and further to Mike’s farm. Eddie stared into the woods. The autumn sun was starting to set, casting a shadow over the forest floor. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something move, something quick and small run into a bush. Eddie felt his breathing hitch before remembering that animals live in the forest, it easily could have been a rabbit. He turned back to look at Richie who was now using his British voice again and Eddie smiled. Behind him, a bush rustled again, causing Eddie to whip around to see what the noise was.

“Guys?” Eddie asked with an unsteady voice. When neither answered, Eddie grabbed onto Richie’s arm, shaking him until he noticed Eddie.

“What’s up, Eds?” Richie asked as he turned to look where the Eddie was staring.

“There’s something out there.” Eddie answered. Richie and Dustin looked at each other, exchanging looks of confusion. The three boys stared into the forest watching for anything that could possibly be out.

“It was probably a squirrel or something, Eddie.” Dustin suggested. “I need to get home before my mom does, let’s go.” Dustin turned and started to walk away.

Richie looked down at Eddie and tilted his head as if asking if he was okay to keep walking home. Eddie gave him a slight nod and the three boys were off again. They soon made it to Dustin’s house where they dropped him off, exchanging goodbyes and see you laters.

“Let’s take the cut-off, I’m already too late to take Robinson Street home.” Eddie said leading the way from Dustin’s driveway. Richie followed suit, taking his long strides beside Eddie.

Thankfully, they made it to Eddie’s house only twelve minutes late (after fifteen minutes, Sonia calls the police trying to file for a missing person’s case). Eddie ran inside, calling out his apology to Sonia for being late. Richie followed him inside and into the kitchen where Eddie had bolted off to.

“Sorry Mrs. K! I warned Eddie Bear here that he was going to be late but he just wouldn’t listen to me!” Richie pleaded with an innocent voice. Eddie gave him his signature look that Richie knew meant “shut the fuck up”.

Sonia nodded her head slowly and looked over Richie. “Um, yes, thank you Mr. Tozier. Although I think it’s time you head home yourself.”

“Yes ma’am!” Richie said, giving her a salute before exiting the room. “I’ll call you later, Eds!” He shouted over his shoulder as he closed the front door behind him.

Richie made his way back home, cutting through the walkway, and back past Dustin’s house. He pulled out his phone as he walked, checking his notifications as he strolled. Dinner time wasn’t until seven at his house so he was in no rush. Beverly had texted him something about Mike being the annoying twin for once, Bill had sent him three snapchats all with some silly filter on his face, and Lucas had tagged him in multiple memes. He clicked on the meme, disappointed that it was one he had already seen about a week ago. Richie tagged Lucas back, typing out something about calling him a ‘n00b’ when he heard a noise come from beside him.

Richie hadn’t even noticed that he had made it as far as the woods again. He glanced into the shadowed trees, looking for the source of the noise. After a moment, Richie kept walking, he probably made the sound up in his head anyways. Less than a minute later he stopped again.

“Richie.”

The boy stopped dead in his tracks. Spinning around to look for someone but no one was around. He swore he had heard his name, whispered sharply only just loud enough for him to hear.

“Hello?” Richie asked, his voice shaking. There was no response. He could feel his heart beating faster and an unsettling feeling rise in his stomach. Richie started walking again, his long legs stretching farther than normal. He was only two streets away from his own, if he pushed himself he could get there within the next three minutes.

“Richie?” He knew that voice. He would recognize that voice anywhere.

Richie whipped around, his heart stopping when there was someone standing behind him. Not just someone but Eddie.

“Eddie? What are you doing, I just walked you home?” Richie questioned. His eyes locked on his friend. He studied this Eddie, but something was wrong.

“I was making sure you would get home safe, Rich.” The Eddie replied.

Richie nodded his head. He looked at all of Eddie, scanning over him entirely. Richie realised that the shirt he was wearing was the same style as the one he was wearing earlier but in a different colour, this one a pale green while he was wearing a blue shirt at school. Eddie was also wearing a fanny pack, the oddest part of it all since he had thrown them all away the summer he found out his medicine was bullshit. Eddie vowed that he’d never wear one again.

“Uh, thanks Eddie. But I can get home on my own.” Richie uttered nervously to the boy in front of him.

Eddie shook his head and Richie swore that he saw his eyes flicker to an eerie bright green colour before turning back to dark brown.

“I’m going to go now. See ya later.” Richie said before turning around and walking home. Once he made it to the end of his street he looked behind him, no sign of Eddie to be seen. He ran home pulling out his phone and dialing Eddie’s number as he went. Eddie picked up within seconds.

“Hey Rich, what’s up?” Eddie asked.

“You’re at home, right?” Richie asked him and he approached his own front door.

“Um, yeah, you literally dropped me off like eight minutes ago.” Eddie answered.

“And you’ve been home ever since?” Richie asked desperately.

“Yes, you weirdo, I was eating dinner with my mom. Are you okay? What’s going on?” Eddie asked with concern.

Richie’s heart rate picked up again. “Uh, nothing Eds.” Richie claimed. “I’ve got to go, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He explained, ending the call before Eddie could say anything else. Richie walked to the stairs passing the dining room on the way.

“Dinner’s ready, Richie!” Mrs. Wheeler called out to him.

“Sorry, I’m not hungry!” He shouted as he bolted upstairs to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. He stood with his back against the door, chest breathing heavily. “Holy fuck.”

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[loverssclub]

Art

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader

Request Summary: Art tends to bring people together

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry to whoever requested this! I meant to have it up yesterday but I got really busy!

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Art

You’re favorite subject.

For as long as you could remember, you loved art. No matter where you were, someone could always find you either sketching, painting, or sculpting. It’s an amazing way to pass time and also express emotion.

“I’ll be assigning partners for this project,” said your art teacher. You sighed slightly. Yeah, you loved art in every form, but sometimes it was hard to work with others. Especially if they didn’t have the same style.

Luckily, the project your teacher was assigning was to make a realistic portrait of your partner.

You listened carefully as the teacher called out names.

“Emily and Steven”

“Mark and Isabella”

“Natalie and Josh”

“(Y/n) and Bill”

As soon as your name was called out, you heard a couple of snickers from your classmates. Rolling your eyes, you understood why they did that.

Bill, also known as Stuttering Bill to both the students and the teachers, was a quiet kid who stuttered (hence the name). A lot. You heard around school that he didn’t stutter as much around his friends (known as the Loser’s Club) but in class, that seemed to be all he was able to do.

And you felt sorry for him. It can’t be easy to overcome something like that with people constantly putting you down.

You looked towards Bill, who sat a couple of rows in front of you. He had his head down, sketching something onto his paper. You smiled slightly. This would be fun.

As soon as your teacher finished calling out partners, she then allowed you to go and meet your partner. Grabbing your stuff, you walked over to Bill’s desk and tapped him on the shoulder lightly. He whipped around, staring at you with slightly wide eyes.

“Hi,” you said nervously. “I’m (Y/n). I guess we’re partners for this project.”

Bill didn’t say anything, just nodded his head.

“Well,” you said awkwardly. “Do you want to come over to my house after school today so we can get started? I know we have a week to do it, but I work better when I take my time.”

“Suh-so do I,” he said softly.

“Great!” You smiled.

“Where do you want me to meet you?”

“I can m-meet you at y-yuh-your locker I-if you want,” he suggested.

You agreed, giving him your locker number before going back to your own desk. You were excited for tonight.

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Finally, the day was over. Your English teacher had droned on the entire period, talking about the correct way to write a paragraph. Walking to your locker, you smiled remembering that Bill was supposed to meet you there so you could go home together.

As you neared your locker, you didn’t notice Bill anywhere near it. Slightly disappointed, you put in the combination and began to put your books away.

“Get some Bill!” You heard someone yell.

Turning around, you saw an extremely red faced Bill Denbrough walking towards you with a group of people a couple feet behind him. You recognized some of them, such as Eddie and Stan as they shared some classes with you. And of course, you recognized Richie Tozier, the trashmouth of the school. He must’ve been the one to yell out.

Bill sent you a sheepish smile as he walked up.

“S-sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” you said, putting your last book away.

“Ready?”

He nodded and the two of you walked out of school together.

You and Bill walked and talked for a little while before he stopped next to some bikes.

“I ride my buh-bike to school.”

You frowned slightly.

“Oh. I usually just walk.”

It was silent for a little while, both of you trying to figure out how to get home. Bill could always walk the bike, but it was not small and you lived about 20 minutes away.

“I could g-give you a ride?” He suggested.

Pondering it for a couple of seconds, you eventually agreed, knowing it would be easier for the both of you. Bill threw a leg over the side of the bike and looked back to you.

“Hop on.”

Slinging your backpack over your shoulder, you sat behind Bill on the bike, carefully wrapping your arms around his stomach.

Bill began to pedal, glad that you couldn’t see his red face.

After a short ride, you and Bill eventually arrived in front of your house.

“You can put the bike in the back if you want,” you told him. “Just so no one takes it.”

He nodded and wheeled his bike into the backyard before joining you on the porch. Fishing out your keys from your pocket, you unlocked the door and invited Bill inside.

“Do you want anything to drink?” you asked as Bill looked around your house in curiosity.

“N-no I’m okay,” he replied.

“Great. Then let’s get started.”

Leading him to your room, you pulled up some chairs so the two of you could sit on them.

“Do you want me to draw you first or do you want to start?”

“You can go fun-first if you want,” Bill said.

Smiling, you grabbed a pencil and an eraser, telling Bill to get in a casual position. As you sketched the outline of his face, you asked him some questions so he wouldn’t feel to uncomfortable. The conversation flowed easily and you talked like you had known each other for ages.

Eventually, you finished adding some small little details and showed Bill.

“W-wow,” he said. “That’s amazing!”

“Thank you,” you said blushing slightly.

Bill began to grab his supplies and now told you to get into a comfortable position. Choosing something that would be easy for him to draw, you stayed still and watched carefully as he focused on the drawing. You couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was.

His hair fell slightly to the side and his eyes were narrowed in concentration. His tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth a little bit and his nose was barely scrunched up. You say in silence as he drew, not feeling awkward at all. If Bill did better in silence, then you could respect that.

Not even 2 hours later did he finish. He lifted up the paper and turned it towards you.

Your eyes widened as you looked at it. He had gotten your face perfectly. Every little dip, every shade. It was breathtaking.

“Woah,” you breathed. “Bill, that’s incredible!”

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, shrugging.

“Thank you.”

As he put away all of his supplies, you noticed something on his cheek. Leaning forward, you payed no attention to how red and wide eyed Bill had gotten. Wiping his cheek, you leaned back.

“There. You had some pencil marks on your cheek,” you explained.

But Bill couldn’t pay attention to anything you were saying. When you had leaned in, he noticed how bright your eyes were and how soft your lips looked. You were absolutely beautiful.

“Th-th-thanks,” he stuttered out.

Looking at the clock, you saw that it was now 5 o'clock. Turning back around, you told him,

“You should probably get going. My parents are going to be home soon and your parents might be worried.”

Bill nodded and stood up, grabbing his stuff. You walked him to the door and opened it.

“It was really fun to have you over today Bill,” you said.

“Maybe we could hang out again without having a project to do.”

You mentally kicked yourself for sounding too straightforward.

“I would love to,” Bill said smiling.

The two of you stood in an awkward silence. Quickly, as to not chicken out, you leaned forward and placed a quick peck on Bill’s cheek.

“Bye Bill,” you said as you stepped back inside and closed the door. Leaning against it, you breathed heavily, trying to calm your beating heart.

However, outside, Bill was no different. He stood frozen on the steps of your house, heart beating wildly.

As he turned around and got on his bike, a goofy smile fell on his face and he could feel his cheeks warming up. He couldn’t wait until you hung out again.