#eddie is a total sap

[leashybebes]

The 'Eddie not being in contact with Tommy post-breakup' of it all hurts, yes, but it's what I expected. Tommy realising that Buck didn't know that? I'm on the floor, I'm in pieces, you know that before the horniness overtook them both that man was thinking 'oh I just fully ceased to exist to them all, that tracks'.

Like it didn't even come up in conversation enough for any of them to realise he was totally cut loose, they all just collectively moved happily along (from his perspective) and he was the sad sack driving past his ex's place, the only poor sap unable to move on (again, from his perspective).

How many chances at a family do you think he watched slip through his fingers over the years before he stopped trying to hold on at all?

[punkrockmlchael]

The Girl Next Door

Masterlist | Gareth Emerson Masterlist | Corroded Coffin Masterlist

Gareth Emerson x Fem Henderson!Reader

Modern AU; Best Friends to Lovers (Both Gareth and Reader are 18+)

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Best Friend Reader!, Underaged Drinking, Smut with Plot (kinda, mostly smut), Very whiney and needy Gareth, Reader has Nipple Piercings!, Very Submissive Gareth, Gareth has a Praise Kink, Accidental Confession, Smut: Making Out and Getting Handsy, Gareth makes a mess in his pants, Nipple Play, Riding Gareth, PinV, afab reader

Request: anon: I was wondering if you could write fluffy/smut with Gareth, maybe best friend to lovers. The reader is Dustin's older sister and he knows his sister’s crush, and Dustin makes it his personal mission to get The reader and Gareth together. Hi! Thanks for the request! I love me some Gareth, especially best friends to lovers and this was my first time writing for a Henderson! reader so I hope you enjoy :) for some reason this turned into whiney and needy Gareth bc I craved that and like ugh, I love this man ++ huge shoutout to @keeryhours for letting me yap my way through this with you!

Synopsis: Growing up next door to the Emerson's house was cool. Pool parties in their fancy in-ground pool anytime you wanted, playing video games in their basement anytime you wanted, knocking on Gareth's window anytime you wanted (and in return, he definitely knocked on your window). It was so cool, until you developed a crush on Gareth... You swear you've kept this crush to yourself so well, but your little brother, Dustin, noticed the looks you gave his older Hellfire mentor and neighbor. Dustin thinks it's cute; he's a total sap for love and romance and he definitely wants you and Gareth to be together.

Word Count: 4.1k

gareth: hey! you’re going to the hellfire party tonight, right?

you: gareth, it’s literally at my house

gareth: oh, duh. idk, maybe you had plans?

you: no, dustin would freak out if i didn’t show up to his little party. plus you guys are like, my only friends? lol, where else would i be on a friday night?

gareth: damn, well, need any help? i can come over early and help ya!

you: actually, yeah, we might. if you want. you free in 10 minutes?

gareth: be there asap!!

you: perfect, thanks! front door is unlocked

gareth: as if i don’t know where the spare key is, a fake rock is pretty obvious

You rolled your eyes at his response, smiling to yourself. Yeah, a fake rock was pretty obvious, but also not your choice. You had your mom to thank for that one.

You slid your phone in your jeans back pocket and straightened out your low-cut crop top before heading towards the kitchen. Once you arrived down the stairs, you saw your brother, Dustin, moving around the kitchen with his friend Mike.

"Are you sure your mom is okay with us like... actually drinking tonight?" Mike asked, organizing the various amounts of liquor and beer that Eddie had dropped off on the counter.

"Mike, my mom literally doesn't care. She's not like your mom," Dustin replied, placing out some snacks. "Besides, my sister will be here, and Eddie, and so many more seniors that will be responsible."

"Responsible?" You asked, walking towards the kitchen island. You took a seat and smiled at your brother and his friend. "You really think we're responsible?"

Mike looked up at you and blinked a few times, staring at your cleavage in the low-cut crop top. Dustin looked over at him and hit his arm, shaking his head. "Dude, that's my sister!" Dustin redirected his attention to you, raising an eyebrow gently. "Gareth coming tonight?" He asked, a suggestive tone in his voice.

"Yeah, he'll be here soon, why do you ask?" You replied, looking at Dustin with a confused look. "I mean, it's a Hellfire party, isn't it?"

"Yeah, yeah it is a Hellfire party. I just wasn't sure if he was stopping by," Dustin replied, a small smirk on his face as he turned back to what he was doing.

You gave him a look before responding, trying to read his look and understand what he was saying. "It's funny you ask that," you said, resting your arms on the counter and leaning over it a bit. "He just texted me and asked if I was coming to this party, as if it's not at my house."

"We both know Gareth isn't the sharpest tool in the drawer," Dustin replied, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet to put the chips in it.

"Hey, be nice," you warned, watching as he moved around the kitchen.

"Be nice?" Mike asked, looking back at you, seriously struggling to look at your face. "It's Gareth."

You gave Mike the same stern look you had given your brother moments before. He looked at you before he looked back at Dustin, cowering a little. "Dude, how is she so scary and hot?" Mike whispered to Dustin, looking back at you as he whispered.

"Dude, she's still my sister," Dustin groaned, shaking his head.

You raised an eyebrow, watching Dustin and Mike before you heard the front door open. You turned in your chair and smiled as Gareth walked into the kitchen, smiling at you.

"Hey," Gareth smiled, moving to stand next to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and looked up at Dustin and Mike, smiling at them both. "Mike, Dustin. Do you guys need any help?" He asked, stepping closer to you, his hand rubbing against the exposed skin of your shoulder gently.

"Hey, Gareth," Mike said, looking at you and Gareth.

Dustin also looked up at you and Gareth, immediately noticing his hand placement. And the fact that you leaned into Gareth's touch instinctively and immediately. He redirected his attention to Gareth and shook his head, that same small smirk still on his face.

"No, I think we're good," Dustin nodded, placing the bowl of chips on the counter in front of you. "Besides, I think the others should be here soon," he added, placing out some more snacks.

"Hm, okay, if you say so," Gareth hummed, grabbing a chip from the bowl to munch on with his free hand. He popped it in his mouth and looked at you, smiling softly. "You want a drink?" He asked, looking back at the counter full of beer, liquor and mixers. "Because I need one," he said, walking towards the counter where Mike stood.

"Already?" You giggled, watching him move toward the alcohol. "You just got here," you added, standing up and walking towards him.

"Yeah, well, lucky for me I can just stumble next door tonight when I leave," he shrugged, grabbing a red solo cup before he poured in some coconut flavored rum. He topped it off with some Dr. Pepper and looked at you, smiling as you appeared next to him. "And, you know Eddie will be wasted tonight, we might as well join him." He teased, taking a sip of his drink.

You made a face, looking at his cup. "I'm sorry," you said, grabbing your own red solo cup, "did you really just mix coconut rum and Dr. Pepper?" You asked, pouring some vodka into your cup. You topped it off with some Coke, stirring it up gently before you took a sip of it, making a face at the taste of alcohol.

"Says the girl that just mixed vodka with Coke," he rolled his eyes, bumping his shoulder into yours.

"It's a classic," you argued, rolling your eyes right back at him.

"A classic my ass," he replied, walking towards the living room. You shook your head and followed him, leaving Dustin and Mike alone in the kitchen again.

"What, uh, what was that?" Miked asked, looking towards the living room before looking back at Dustin.

Dustin smirked and shrugged, grabbing himself a can of beer. "That," he said, opening the beer before he took a sip, "is what our goal is tonight. Getting the two of them together," he nodded, looking back at Mike as he sipped the beer.

"Huh?!" Mike asked, looking at Dustin with wide eyes. "Why?"

"Because, it's my mission."

"Come on," Dustin giggled, looking at you from across the room as he nursed the second beer he was drinking for the night. "Truth or dare?" He asked, leaning closer to you.

You shook your head, sitting on the arm of the chair Gareth was sitting on. Gareth's arm was around your waist protectively, ensuring that you didn't fall off in any way. "Dustin," you said, looking at him. "I don't want to play."

"Hey now, come on, girl Henderson," Eddie piped in, leaning towards you like your brother did. "Answer baby Henderson's question."

"Yeah, girl, we all did it." Jeff added, giggling a little as he was feeling the alcohol. You looked at Jeff and Eddie and raised your eyebrow, turning your attention back to your brother.

What harm could he do?

"Fine," you sighed, taking another sip from your drink. "Dare."

"Perfect," Dustin nodded, looking between you and Gareth. "I dare you to play 7 minutes in heaven with Gareth!"

You choked on your drink, looking up at Dustin. He wore a cheeky smirk back. Eddie and Jeff broke out into a chorus of oooh's and Mike stared at Dustin like he was crazy. You looked at Gareth, his face bright red as he looked at Dustin.

"Dustin, what, no! That's... that's crazy!" You said, shaking your head.

"You totally have to do it!" Eddie said as he gave Dustin a high five.

"You can't back down from a dare!" Jeff replied, nodding along with Eddie's words. You looked at the boys with a shocked expression before you looked back at Gareth, his red face looking at you.

"Well, uh, a dare is a dare," Gareth said softly, nodding as he looked up at you. You looked back at him with a shocked face; not because he was agreeing to do this but because he seemed... nervous? “Besides, it’s just kissing,” he added, looking at you.

"Fine, I guess," you mumbled, standing up. You walked towards the stairs and made your way to your room, Gareth following after you quietly.

"Nice job, baby Henderson," Eddie said, watching you and Gareth walked towards your room. "I thought they'd never fuck," he added, looking back at Dustin.

"Dude, I know right?" Dustin replied, taking a small sip of the now warm beer in his hands.

"You don't... you don't think they're actually going to do that... right?" Mike asked cautiously.

"If Gareth can actually make a move, yeah." Jeff nodded.

“Oh, Mike,” Eddie smirked, downing the rest of his beer. “This has been a long time coming.”

You walked towards your room with Gareth trailing after you. You walked inside first, closing the door after Gareth before you locked it.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol in your system, the looks the boys all gave you, or the way Gareth seemed fine with this. But, something definitely gave you the confidence to go through with this.

“Look, we-“ Gareth started, before you stepped towards him, pushing him against the back of the door. You leaned in and kissed him roughly, moving your arms to his biceps, holding onto them for balance.

He groaned into the kiss, his arms moving around your waist as they rested on your ass cheeks gently. He squeezed them a little, swallowing the moan you left in his mouth. You pulled away from the kiss, looking up at him. He looked down at you, sighing as he continued to squeeze your ass.

“Is this okay?” You asked softly. He nodded, breathlessly.

“Yes, fuck, please,” he begged softly, looking at you. “More than okay. Please kiss me again.” He breathed out. “And again, fuck,” he sighed. “God, I just, I need you.”

You sighed, relishing in the way he sounded, begging. For more. For you.

You leaned closer, kissing his lips again. A small whine escaped his lips as his hands moved to your hips, holding you tightly. Your hands moved to his neck, playing with the small curls at the base of his neck.

You tugged on his curls gently as your lips moved against his, his lips parting gently to let out a soft groan. Your tongue darted into his mouth, exploring it as he continued to gasp and groan, pulling your body closer to his.

His now rock hard cock rubbed against your thigh, causing you to groan as you tugged on his curls with a bit more force, another whine escaping his lips.

“Fuck, baby, please,” he whined, grinding his hips against your thigh. “You, ah, you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he closed his eyes, resting his head against the door softly as he continued to grind against your thigh.

“Someone’s eager,” you teased, kissing down his jaw gently to his neck. You trailed kisses down to his neck, biting the skin gently as your dominant hand trailed down his chest and stomach, stopping directly over his hard on. You squeezed it gently, palming him through his pants.

He moaned loudly, bucking his hips towards your hand as you continued to palm him. “Ah, baby,” he breathed, closing his eyes as he continued to move against your palm. “Please,” he was cut off by a moan as you bit down on his neck a little rougher this time. You nibbled and sucked on the skin, creating a small purple mark. “Fuck, yeah, mark me up, make everyone know I’m yours, god. Wanna be yours.” He babbled on softly.

You left a few more marks on his neck, continuing to palm him through his jeans. He moaned more, moving his hips against your hand, craving some sort of release.

“God, fuck,” he whined. “I’m gonna cum, shit,” he warned, looking down at you.

“You’re gonna cum,” you moved your face closer to his, your lips ghosting his, “in your pants? From my hand?” You asked, looking at him.

He bit his lip and nodded, a bit embarrassed. “Yes,” he said shamefully. “I’m gonna cum in my pants from your hand,” he repeated, speeding up his movements against your hand.

He closed the gap between you two and kissed your lips, groaning into the kiss. You squeezed his cock gently, continuing to palm him. He pulled away from the kiss, the back of his head resting against the door as his hip movements turned sloppy.

“Please,” he begged, eyes shut tightly as he continued to grind into your palm. “Please, baby, please let me cum,” he pleaded, looking at you with lust blown eyes. “Please, I-I can’t take it, want to cum, need to cum.”

You looked up at him, taking in his appearance. He looked pathetic. He was pressed up against your bedroom door, fully clothed as he continued to grind against your hand. A whining, moaning, groaning mess as he begged for you to allow him to cum in his pants.

“You’re going to make a mess, Gare,” you said softly, kissing his neck gently.

“Don’t care,” he replied quickly, shaking his head. “Just, ah, just want to cum.”

“Then cum for me,” you whispered, speeding up your hand movements. He whined loudly, hips sputtering as he finally let go, releasing inside his underwear and pants. His hips continued to move against your hand slowly as he rode out his high. “Mm, good boy,” you mumbled.

You left soft kisses up and down his neck, keeping your hand where it was until he was done. He sighed again, leaning his head back against the door before he looked down at you, a bright red color creeping up his neck and to his cheeks.

“I… I’m sorry,” he said softly, looking down at you. He suddenly felt very embarrassed, very self aware and very sticky; it was quite the feeling for him.

“Hm? For?” You asked, kissing his lips softly.

“Please, don’t make me say it again,” he begged, looking at you. “I don’t need the reminder of what I just did.”

You giggled, moving your hands to his face gently. “Didn’t know you were so submissive,” you teased.

“God, you’re hot and I’ve had alcohol,” he sighed, “and now, I don’t think I can go back down there,” he added, looking down at the noticeable wet spot in his jeans.

“So, don’t,” you said, kissing him again. “Let’s have some more fun,” you suggested, looking up at him.

“You don’t… like, you don’t think I’m a loser for this?” He asked, looking down at you.

You shook your head, caressing his face gently. “Should I?” You asked, “because, I actually think it’s really hot and I want nothing more than to have you inside of me right now.” He sighed, leaning in to kiss you again.

“Please, how are you so incredibly hot, smart and sweet?” He mumbled against your lips. “I really should clean up, though.” He said, moving his legs as his pants felt stuck to him.

You giggled a little, leaving a soft kiss on his lips. “You know where my bathroom is,” you replied, motioning towards the bathroom attached to your room. He hummed and nodded, having been in the bathroom multiple times. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before he waddled to the bathroom to clean himself up.

You shook your head and smiled a little, sitting on your bed.

A few moments later, Gareth walked back out of the bathroom and sat on the bed next to you, “god, that was the most I’ve ever had to clean up,” he sighed, looking at you.

“That’s both extremely gross and extremely hot,” you said, moving towards him. “Now, uh, sit down over there, against the headboard. I want to try something.” You looked at him, watching as he obeyed and did as you said.

“What are you, oh, oh I see,” he mumbled as you crawled onto his lap, straddling his waist. You kissed him, repositioning yourself as you did. You rubbed your clothed core against the wet spot that was still on his pants and his breath hitched, his hands finding your hips. “God,” he groaned into the kiss. “You might actually kill me tonight, and if so, I’m dying a happy, happy man.”

“You’re like, incredibly needy,” you teased him as you pulled away from the kiss, sliding your crop top up and off your body. “And, it’s like really fucking hot but I pictured you to be way more dominant when it came to this,” you added, sliding his shirt up and over his head, tossing it off to the side with yours.

“You’ve pictured sex with me?” He asked, his hands moving up to cup and squeeze your breasts through your bra.

You moaned softly, nodding as you rubbed against him again, sighing softly. “Yeah, don’t let it go to your head,” you said, kissing him again. He kissed you back, deepening the kiss as he continued to paw at your breasts, squeezing them harder this time.

“Don’t let it go to my head?” He asked and reached around and undid your bra, “you let me cum in my pants and didn’t make fun of me; if anything, you’re my dream girl.” He said, looking up at you.

You shook your head, sliding your bra off before you threw it on the floor. “If you want I can tell all the boys,” you replied, leaning in for a kiss as your bare chests touched.

He jumped slightly, feeling the cold metal against his skin. He looked down, eyes widening as he ran his fingers across your nipples gently. “Piercings?” He asked, looking up at you as he continued to rub over your nipples and play with the silver metal that sat in them. “You have nipple piercings?” He groaned out, squeezing your boobs again.

You moaned and sighed, biting your lip. “Yeah, so what?” You asked, looking at him.

“So what? So, that’s like so totally hot, my god you are just, fuck,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Just when I think you couldn’t get more perfect you pull out new surprises,” he mumbled, kissing your lips as he continued to squeeze your breasts. “Wait,” he breathed out as he pulled away from the kiss. “Can I kiss them?” He asked, looking down at your breasts.

You bit your lip and nodded, “yeah, of course,” you said softly. “You can do anything you want to me,” you added, letting out a small whine as he kissed down your neck and collarbones, kissing over your breasts. He kissed down your left breast, kissing over your nipple before he stopped and sucked on it gently, his tongue darting around the cool metal in his mouth. He closed his eyes, humming against your skin as he continued to suck and kiss your nipple.

You moaned again, rubbing against him subconsciously as you moved your hand to his hair, tugging on his curls gently. He groaned against you, moving his hips up to meet yours, rubbing against you in sync with you.

“Fuck,” you moaned again, tugging on his hair. “Is your plan to get me to cum in my pants too?” You asked, sighing as you closed your eyes.

He pulled away from your breast with a popping sound, kissing back up your neck and jaw. “No,” he replied, “I’d much rather see you cum on my cock,” he added, kissing your lips. “Please.”

You pulled away from the kiss and stood up, shedding your jeans and panties, now standing completely naked in front of him. He looked at you, groaning as he eyed you up and down, his hand moving down to palm his cock through his jeans. You smirked, watching him as you grabbed a condom from your bedside table.

“If you undress I’ll be able to be on your cock,” you said, watching continue to palm himself. “Unless, of course, you want to cum in your pants again,” you teased.

“I’m never going to live that down, am I?” He sighed undoing his pants and boxers, kicking them off and onto the floor.

“Probably not, no,” you answered, crawling back to his lap. You opened the condom, reaching down to pump his cock a couple of times before you slid the condom on him. He groaned, his hips bucking as he thrusted into your hand. “Damn, dude, that’s just my hand,” you giggled as you repositioned yourself over him. You held his cock, gliding the tip through your wet folds, causing a louder moan to escape Gareth’s lips.

“Please,” he sighed, looking at you. “Please, need to be inside you, need to feel you around me, need to make you feel good,” he begged, moving his hips up as he tried to move inside of you.

“Well, I guess since you asked so nicely,” you replied, slowly sinking down on him with a gasp. “Fuck, Gare, you’re so big,” you breathed out, lowering yourself onto him completely. You sighed, letting yourself adjust to him as his hands moved to your hips, holding you in place. “God, you’re so big and fuck, you fill me up,” you said softly, leaving a soft kiss on his lips. He whined against your lips, his cock twitching inside of you. “You like that?” You asked, looking at him.

He nodded, closing his eyes as you slowly started moving your hips, “mhm,” he hummed, gripping your hips tighter. “Like being called good, like being praised,” he gasped as you moved more, slowly moving up before you moved back down on him completely.

"Yeah?" You asked, looking at him. He bit his lip and nodded, helping you move up and down on his cock with his hands.

"Yeah.." he sighed, his eyebrows furrowing as he helped you move; his movements going perfectly with yours.

"Well, you're such a good boy," you moaned out, your fingers tangling through his hair as you leaned in. You kissed his lips roughly, his lips moving against yours desperately as he moved his dominant hand down between your bodies. His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles over it as you continued to bounce on his cock. A loud moan escaped your lips, your kisses against his lips getting sloppier. "Fuck, Gare," you whined, moving your hips faster. "I'm gonna cum."

"Mhm," he mumbled, rubbing more circles as he moved his lips back to your nipples. He kissed and sucked again, groaning against your nipple as you clenched around his cock. "Please, cum for me," he mumbled. "Wanna see you cum on my cock, please," he begged.

You moaned again, the feeling all too much as you felt the familiar feeling in your stomach. Gareth's mouth on your nipple, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit and his cock stretching you out... it was all so much; but it felt so good.

You made a couple more movements before you moaned loudly, fingernails digging into Gareth's biceps to hold yourself upright as your orgasm ripped through you. You moaned his name and rode out your high, releasing around his cock. He groaned, looking up at you as he moved his hips up, whining against your nipple.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, the feeling of your nails digging into this skin driving him over the edge.

"Cum for me, fuck, be a good boy," you mumbled, moving your hips a little more. He whined, bucking his hips up as he released into the condom, moaning and groaning your name.

"Fuck, baby, god," he groaned, riding out his high. "God, I love you." He mumbled, his head falling back against the headboard. Your head whipped up, looking at him.

"You, what?" You asked, continuing to sit on his cock as you looked at him.

"Hmm?" He asked, looking at you with an exhausted expression. What he had said finally hit him before he looked at you with a red face. "I, uh, I love you." He said softly.

"I love you too," you responded immediately, leaning in for another kiss.

He smiled, kissing you back. "Be mine?" He mumbled against your lips.

"Always," you replied, smiling softly.

"That was more than 7 minutes, you know," he teased softly, looking at you as he pushed your hair back behind your ear gently.

"Yeah, whatever," you giggled.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Truth or Drink

actor!Eddie x actress!reader

summary: you and Eddie play a game of truth or drink for an interview

cw: mention of alcohol

You and Eddie had been hesitant to do an interview as a couple but as soon as you were offered an opportunity to play truth or drink, you knew you had to take it. Answering questions with alcohol would have definitely made it easier. Especially because you were unsure of what was going to be asked.

You sat across from each other at a table on the set where the segment was filmed and you both got comfortable while everything was being set up. You and Eddie had watched a couple of episodes the night before so you knew exactly what to expect. All you had to do was answer the questions truthfully and if you couldn’t, you had to take a shot.

The camera was all set and there was a countdown before the camera started rolling. You and Eddie put on your smiles that you had perfected over the years and turned to face the camera to introduce yourselves. The guy behind it counted down from three then pointed, signaling that it was your time to shine.

“I’m Eddie Munson.”

“And I’m y/n l/n and this is truth or drink.”

The camera cut and they brought in the cards that held the questions. For once, you weren’t nervous. And that was usual for you because you always were when it came to interviews. Eddie looked at you and reached across the table for your hand and you gave it to him to which he gave it a squeeze.

Eddie wasn’t nervous in the slightest. In fact, he was excited. Doing an interview with his girl and getting free booze? It was a win-win in his mind. And he was interested to see what kind of questions were going to be asked. He was an open book. Nothing was off limits.

“Do you want to start or should I?” You asked as you looked down at the card in front of you.

“Ladies first,” he gave your hand another squeeze before letting it go.

“Okay,” you nodded then cleared your throat. “This one’s starting off strong. Out of all of your exes, who’s your favorite?”

“Easy,” he shrugged and you panicked. “None. You’re my favorite, babe.”

“I don’t think that counts,” you shook your head. “I think you’re gonna have to drink.” You looked at the crew behind the camera and they all nodded in agreement. “Drink up, Eds.”

Eddie downed the shot and felt it burn all the way down. He slammed down the glass then picked up his own cards, letting out a laugh at the question he had just read.

“Oh, this one is good,” he laughed. “Fuck, marry, kill my most popular characters: Cal Burns, Mason Brooks, and Theodore Lee.”

“God, that is a good one,” you nodded. “Fuck Cal, obviously.”

“That was quick,” Eddie scoffed, but he did want you to say Cal. He really liked playing that character and the depth that he had to him.

“I like cowboys, sue me.” He didn’t blame you at all. He totally saw the appeal.

“Marry Mason because he was in the movie where we fell in love.” That warmed Eddie’s heart and made him feel like he never had before.

“You’re such a sap,” he teased, but he loved that about you. It was one of his favorite qualities about you.

“And you love it,” you winked, making him go weak in the knees and he was so glad he was sitting.

“I do,” he nodded with a smile.

“And I guess kill Theo. He’s an ass.”

“True,” he shrugged.

“My turn again. Name someone who you didn’t like working with.” Oh, he couldn’t answer that. He was thinking of someone, but even he knew it wasn’t right to say.

“Got me again, angel.” Eddie downed yet another shot and nodded in approval at the question on his card. This one was so good and definitely going to make you drink.

“What’s so funny, Edward?”

“Name someone who has slid into your DMs.” You thought about it, but didn’t think it was a good idea to say. You didn’t think it was right to make something so personal public. So, with that, you downed the shot, making a face as it burned your throat.

The game went on and on until Eddie finished all of his shots and you only had two empty glasses. Even though it wasn’t a competition, Eddie had crowned you the winner. Normally, you were the one who was closed off, but this time, you were an open book and he admired that you had answered almost every single question. There was so much growth from you since you had gotten together and he couldn’t have been more proud of you.

[superblysubpar]

we'll call it love masterlist

summary: steve and you make up at a wedding | a smut blurb request here - thank you! | NSFW 18+

2k words

warnings: this is apart of my series WCIL universe and while it can be read on it's own and make sense, definitely more fun if you've read the series, and this would spoil some things. | SMUT (oral - reader receiving, PIV unprotected sex - public)

His forearms rest on the railing, white sleeves of his button down rolled to his elbows, his suit jacket and vest long gone. The veins in his hands flexed as the amber liquid in his glass swirled. The sun was just starting to set over the skyline - pinks and oranges, a touch of purple. 

It was perfect, and you weren’t watching it with him - or rather he wasn’t watching you watch it. Steve turned away from the sky you’d normally be enraptured by. Normally your hand would be in his, your head resting on his shoulder as you finally slowed down for a second and just were together.  

He looked past the tables, the couples and friends sharing drinks and cigarettes. Past the twinkling garden lights and through the floor to ceiling glass windows left open for the evening. 

His best friend in the middle of the dance floor in a white dress. It’s simple though, sleek, not an ounce of detail on it and hugs her curves, suiting her perfectly. He totally cried when she tried it on and he wouldn’t admit it to anyone. Her honey hair is pinned in curls reminiscent of old Hollywood that you helped with. Her bright blue polished fingers reached towards the pale pink ones outstretched to her, pulling the slender hand to lace with hers. She twirled the brunette adorned in traditional lace, whose head is thrown back in a laugh and accompanied by a smile he’s not quite sure he’s ever seen or heard from her before and it makes his eyes get a little misty. Eddie, by some feat, starts singing ‘You’re Still The One’ by Shania Twain and that’s what finally does get his lips to twitch into almost a smile. He’s certain Robin was not the only one who broke him and it probably took quite a bit of bribing from you. 

He’s not too emotional as they start their first dance, but it’s when he sees you, swaying and pulling out a lighter with Eddie’s girlfriend on the side of the dancefloor that his breath catches in his throat, his chest tightens. The two of you whistled at Eddie who rolls his eyes without missing a beat, before you’re both tilting your heads together and toasting your champagne. Steve watched as you watch their love, he watched you feel it overwhelm the room and his heart beats harder in his chest. 

The week of being maid of honor and best man for the couple had bent you both to your limit, and he just had to go and make it a fight. He had to push it, to turn it into a thing you yelled about until it became a thing you both were giving the silent treatment over. Now both too scared to say sorry first or talk about the big, giant, question he just sort of screamed at you and you left hanging there. 

Steve sips on his drink, taking in the way the shimmering green dress hugs your curves, the way it falls at your calves and slits up the front. He swallowed as you tugged absentmindedly on the little ‘S’ resting in the dip of your collarbones, sipping your champagne. He can see the way your eyes shimmer watching the two girls dance, the way your shoulders fell in a deep sigh. He knows you’re just as much of a sap as he is, you just don’t want to admit it. 

He knows it even more when the guitar drifts off and the next song starts and Eddie looked straight at him as he called, “Robin and Nancy would like anyone who’s in love to please come join them on the dance floor.”

The opening notes of ‘It Had To Be You’ by Frank Sinatra began and Steve watched your head turn, eyes roaming over the room until they met his. You smiled, shrugging your shoulders and he made his way to you. 

He sets his glass down, grabbing the hand you offered and you both step onto the dancefloor, smiling at Robin over Nancy’s shoulder. 

Steve’s hands found your waist easily, like they’re his favorite place to rest, home. Yours over his shoulders, fiddling with the collar and then the ends of his hair as you started to sway. Your head tilted up at him with a purse of your lips and playfully narrowed eyes.  

“Are you all done being mister brooding, sexy, grumpy-”

“Sexy, huh?”

Your eyes rolled as his hands roamed to your back, pulling you in tighter to his chest, fingers warm on your exposed back and toying with the straps criss-crossing over it. He kissed at your temple and hummed, “Not sure I’ll ever be done being that. It’s tough to say about the brooding. Definitely not grumpy anymore though.”

Your cheek pressed to his shoulder, palm dragging down to rest on his chest, fingers rubbing small circles over a button. Your voice was quiet, unsure, shaking with something that sounded like genuine fear.  “Are we okay?”

He stopped dancing then, eyes bouncing between yours as he sighed at the worry evident there. He grabbed both of your hands, kissing your knuckles before he dropped them to cup your cheeks. 

“I’m an idiot, I never should have-”

“No, I’m an idiot, I should have-”

He interrupts your interruption with a kiss, your hands pressed to his chest from the passion behind it. Warm breath against your cheek from his nose as his hand slid up your jaw, thumb at your ear as he cradled your neck to bend back for him, palm of his other hand catching your lower back as you arched. 

He parted from you with a gasp, both of you breathing heavily as he kissed you again, much softer before he suggested, “How about, we’re both idiots and we go make up real quick?”

That’s how he got you in one of the bathrooms. Fighting long forgotten, if it could even really be called that. Sorry’s mumbled into lips in between I love you’s. He had his hands on your waist, pushing you hard against the bathroom door so you were gasping. Steve lifted your dress, gaze on where your bodies met, pushing at the hem frantic, needy, until you were completely exposed and he was gulping. 

“You’re not - you haven’t been wearing underwear this entire day?”

Your head smacked against the door with a low laugh, shaking it no. Steve practically growled, his hands moving over your body, worshiping your curves, down your thighs and back up. He pushed his palms flat against the door on either side of your waist, dropping to his knees, staring up at you like you put the sunset in the sky. His lips skimmed over your skin, starting at your knee and moving higher so he was at your center. Kisses and nips over your thighs until he was cursing at the sight in front of him. 

Lips glistening for him already, it was easy for his nose to slide between them, his mouth close behind. His tongue traced their curves, teasing at your entrance so you jolted against him, hands finding his hair and tugging the way he liked. Steve let a hand fall to your hip, traveling lower to cup your ass and squeeze to hear your giggle, then down your thigh until he was hitching it over his shoulder. 

“St-Steve.” Your body shivered around him, clenching around nothing yet. 

He mouthed at your clit, tongue flicking it and pulling away to watch your hips try to chase him. He couldn’t last, not with the way your hands carded through his hair, the way you looked down at him like he was everything. 

Your leg dropped roughly, so he could stand, both of your hands meeting his at the button and zipper. Fumbling and bumping, your head ducked to catch his lips, wet and sloppy, desperate in their kiss. Your mouths moved over each other’s fast, greedy, devouring one another between heavy breaths. 

Steve teased his tip at your entrance, dragging it through your slick and tapping on your clit until you were biting on his lower lip, gasping out a please. 

He thrust in fast, not letting you prepare or recover as he slid out of you slowly only to do it again. Your mouth parted against his, not quite kissing anymore, just breathing in and out with each other, lips and noses touching and bumping. Steve hitched your leg higher on his hip, hands roaming beneath each thigh and lifting so you were wrapped around him. He thrust into you in deep strokes, never letting his gaze fall from yours, hazel eyes consuming you. 

Your head bumped the door, his hips slamming into yours as his fingers gripped at your ass. His lips took your bottom one between his, sucking dirty and pulling a little meanly until he released it, breathing heavily. Your orgasm built quickly, entire body vibrating around him, ready for him to take you away, off the planet and into the stars. 

“You’re mine,” he thrust deeper, pausing and kissing over your jaw, down your neck, voice softening, “My fucking girl.”

He rolled his hips and you moaned at his possessiveness, at the weight of the gold necklace around your neck. Your spine prickled with lust, excitement, adrenaline, as your head fell forward so your foreheads touched. You panted against his lips, nodding. 

“I’m yours. All yours. Forever. Whatever you want.”

Steve lips found yours again, his hand on your jaw pulled you open more so his tongue could roll over yours, so it could trace your top lip. The kind of kiss that made your stomach flutter, made goosebumps erupt over your skin, made your cheeks flush, your toes curl and your fingers push deeper into his hair, needing him closer. He parted from you, grabbed your hand and laced it with his, pushing it up against the door and your other clung to the back of his head as his hips picked up their pace. 

“Oh! Fuck, right - S-Steve!” Your head hit the door again, fingers tensing and flexing between his, legs shaking from the orgasm about to rip through you. 

“Louder, honey. They all need to hear who can get you like this.”

You clenched around him at his words, a little turned on by people knowing just like he was. His fingers dropped yours, quick to find your clit and press figure eights to the swollen nerves. Your feet locked behind him as you clenched around his dick, gushing over him as stars exploded behind your eyes and you yelled out even louder, unsure if you were even saying words. 

Your body on fire, heat from head to toe as your eyes rolled back, band inside of you snapping as his release filled you up. Steve’s head fell into the crook of your neck with his own cry, hips stuttering until you were both still. The only sounds the low thudding of music from outside and both of your sharp inhales and louder exhales.  

“Did you mean it?” His voice was raspy, nose nudging up your neck as he cupped your ass, holding you against him. 

“Wh-what?” You couldn’t quite catch your breath, eyes heavy and blinking, exhausted from the orgasm he just gave you. . 

Steve kissed your jaw, swallowing. “Forever? Was that an answer to my question?”

“I-”

Pounding on the other side of the wood rattled the door against your back and Steve pushed his weight against it, yelling, “Occupi-”

“You’re both animals! It’s my fucking wedding shitbirds! Clean yourselves up and you better get your asses out here before Wilson Phillips or I will kill you both!”

Robin’s voice echoed through the door and both of you sputtered out laughs, covering each other’s mouths. Eyes growing fonder, sparkling with mischief, you both let your hands drop and he was kissing you. Legs dropping to the ground gently, his fingers cupped your jaw, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. 

He let you go and smiled as your eyes blinked rapidly, eyelashes fluttering as you cleared your throat, dazed look behind your eyes and cheeks warm under his palms as he asked, “We’ll finish this later?” 

[cranberrymoons]

OMGGGG YOUR BUDDIE AU CAREERS!!!!! 😭😭🙏🙏 And of course yes to Buck, Mr "I love kids!!" being a teacher (and not just because I'm a sap and the potential for a buddie meet-cute sky rockets in that au) but because I know he'd be the most attentive, totally invested educator on the planet. He'd be that teacher who kids send him emails to thanking him for what he did for them when they're in college, ya know? And I think he'd also be fiercely protective of kids, like he would have a radar for any mistreatment.

But also NICHE BUG RELATED CAREER BUCK AHHHHH!!!! He'd be that dude you'd see on the street and you'd be like "wait,,, aren't you that guy from the bug commercial???" Because come onnn a face like that was MADE to push product, people!! And OMG WAIT HE COULD BE KNOWN AS BUG BUCKLEY!!!!! THIS IS TOO CUTE!!!!! 😭💕💖✨ Now my mind is racing trying to picture how a buddie meet cute would happen between their au selves,,, fire rescue?? Bucks in near tears over the prospect of losing his little bug buddies so Eddie ends up saving them. Buck is profusely grateful and Eddie is utterly charmed by this handsome, eccentric guy. Awwww my spirits have been lifted

ah yay, I'm glad I helped to lift your spirits 🥰 and YEAH there's a fire at his farm and Eddie is part of the unit that responds and buck is like okay it's not just that I have a huge order coming in, or that these bugs are literally necessary for the national lettuce crop, but more importantly they are my FRIENDS. please save them 🥺 and Eddie just says wow this guy is a weirdo but I think I'm into it

[warpedpuppeteer]

Buck is such a romantic when he's dating omg. Getting flowers and booking a hot air balloon date with champagne and truffles. Buddie writers need to take advantage of this and get Eddie wined and dined and Buck being a total romantic sap.

[biggestsimponhere]

FANFIC WRITERS APPRECIATION POST 😗🫶🏻

Hello it is me back to make another appreciation post for our writers on this app because they don’t get enough love. I HAVE DECIDED IM DOING THIS EVERY MONTH BECAUSE OUR WRITERS ARENT RECOGNIZED ENOUGH. (Hopefully this will spark some of you to make a post like this too). Same as before this will have what i read from them but many of them do make other amazingly good content so be sure to check that out. Also some writers may also be on the other posts (Theres two of them) (probably everyone from that post will be here again)

Hi guys it’s me again to come on here and be a huge sap about how much i love you all and how much you do for me and other people. It’s amazing that you all write so beautifully and amazingly honestly i’ve stayed up for hours before just reading all of your work. It’s amazing to see people who view characters the same way you do and to be able to bring them to life through their work. I love it when you all include your little head-cannons in your work because then i come out of the fanfic being like “yes i see that too” , “omg they would totally do that” It honestly amazes me the way you all write it makes me so fucking happy. My life hasn’t always been good but when it isn’t i know i can turn to your work to make me feel better. Most of us write for fun because it’s honestly amazing to put out fanfics for us and you all and it means so much when you show your support by commenting or re-blogging or doing both just so we all know you like our work!!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO MUCH KEEP DOING YOU!!! THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US OUR FANFICS!!! (Did i sneak myself in this post… yes, yes i did because i write for almost all of these characters if not all of them soon)

PSA - If you would like me not to include you in these anymore please let me know cause i would understand if you don’t like being tagged in a post every month

Steve harrington- @luveline @justmeinadaze @forever-rogue @upsidedownwithsteve @erin-bo-berin

Steddie x reader - @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint @justmeinadaze

Robin Buckley x reader - @biggestsimponhere @ashwhowrites @robinsno1lesbian

Nancy wheeler x reader - @biggestsimponhere @robinsno1lesbian @ronancelver

Jonathan byers x reader - @biggestsimponhere

Eddie munson x reader - @collectivecloseness

Steve murphy- @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook @wardenparker @holbrook-boyd

Javier peña - @ithebookhoarder @wardenparker @lokischocolatefountain

Joel miller - @bubbles-for-all-of-us @avenging-fandoms @finnsbubblegum @knivesareout @thyme-in-a-bubble @soulofapatrick

Tommy miller x reader - @soulofapatrick

Din djarin x reader - @beskarandblasters @jb2856 @sunflowersteves @pagesfromthevoid @saradika

Poe Dameron x reader - @dailyreverie @eyelessfaces @chloe-skywalker

[princess-hope-selfships]

Here's a riddle for you: what is devilishly good looking and only has eyes for you? Me, of course! Okay, it's not really a good riddle, but I didn't know how else to open this letter. As much as I'm trying to be suave right now, truth is that I'm trying to think of a better Valentine's Day gift for you. Because you deserve more than just a little letter, you deserve the world. I love you so much that I'd do anything for you. You are so beautiful that I can't help but just stop everything when you enter the room. That's why I want to give you the world.

Happy Valentines Day, my love.

Love, Eddie

Oh Eddie, you big sap this is- i'm- i'm gonna lose it Edward quite honestly you don't have to do anything this already made my heart melt so like YOU WIN you're winner!! You won Valentine's day!

I love you so much you total dork, you mean the world to me so with you, I already have all I could ever ask for 💜

SAPPY I KNOW BUT LOOK!!! Look at what you do to me you fuckin dweeb! Bet that makes you feel real smug huh? Well GOOD 'cause you're cute when you get all smarmy and smirky.

I love you, Eddie, my prince of puzzles, my enigmatic heart 💚 Happy Valentine's day, darling 💜💜💜

💖Forever Yours, Hope Foley💖

[pinkrelish]

20 Questions for Fic Writers Game | thank you for the tag @jo-harrington!

1) How many works do you have on A03? - 11

2) What's your total AO3 word count? - 521k+

3) What fandoms do you write for? - currently stranger things, but i used to write for naruto too.

4) What are your top five fics by kudos? - the "yes" policy, i tripped and fell in love with you, one of us has got to change, temptations too sweet to resist, once upon a coronation.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? - yes! all of them: ao3, tumblr, wattpad, ffnet. the only exception is if someone comments *way* long after the chapter is out and i see the notification while in bed but by the time i've done my morning routine, i've forgotten to reply. 💀

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? - wish you were here in it's unfinished state, probably. for finished fics, there's a blurb for obito where he catches feelings and it ends messily.

7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? - i'm a sap, so all my endings are cheesy lovefests tbh.

8) Do you get hate on fics? - nope!

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kinds? - yes. slowly. it's my least fav to write, but also most important to me as a romance writer to include and have it be meaningful. it's usually soft, with lots of feelings. and way too much description.

10) Do you write crossovers? -nah.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? - lol yeah.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated? - not that i know of!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? - nope. not my thing. i don't get along well with others.

14) What's your all time favorite ship? - me and the fictional boy i have a crush on.

15) What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? - the vampire!eddie / bed and breakfast / beauty and the beast / romcom + enemies to lovers wip. i add details here and there, but who knows if i'll actually write it all out like it is in my head.

16) What are your writing strengths? - no idea, really.

17) What are your writing weaknesses? - perfectionism paralysis. it leads to beautiful paragraphs, but a single paragraph will take me upwards of ten hours to get juust right, and then i wake up the next day and think of a different punctuation structure that works better, and then after publishing i realize it would've made more sense if i remembered other vocabulary word and used it in a sentence instead, and now all my big brain writer friends who write immaculate 5k+ chapters in a single day are cringing at my word choice and judging me.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? - translations at the end of the chapter are nice, but hopefully it should have enough context around it that i can guess/assume what it means. that is to say, i don't have strong feelings one way or the other if it's included or not!

19) First fandom you wrote for? - yu-gi-oh or naruto.

20) Favorite fic you've written? - the "yes" policy.

[wynnyfryd]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @thefreakandthehair @stevethehairington @wormdebut @just-my-latest-hyperfixation and @morningberriesao3 thank you loveliess

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

27 dresses starring katherine heigl and james marsden

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

138,103

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things <3 My fics are all pretty exclusively Steddie or platonic Sstobin as the main focus, but I like to play around with the background ships - the best part of being super into a show with 14000 characters is you have so many opportunities for weird pair-ups

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

No Son of Mine

relax (lay it back)

TITS! magazine

Monsoon Season

relax (that's that)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I try to answer every comment I get because like, thank you for taking the time to let me know you read and liked my story you didn't have to do that and I love that you did

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

mmmm. I don't- HAHAHAHA okay wait, I was about to say "I don't really do unhappy endings" because I don't, but I did do a single angsty ending microfic as a personal challenge back in July

at the bottom you'll find all our friends

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

weirdly enough I think it was the sex tape fic I wrote for @inklessletter lmao that fic turned out so much more 'aggressively married' vibes than I originally planned. Just absolute sap city

Satanic Ritual: DO NOT WATCH!!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Hope not lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

ADHD crack smut with a heart of fluffy gold

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have written exactly one chapter of one crossover, which is a modern Stardust AU where Eddie is Tristan, Steve is the star, and 1980s Indiana is on the non-magical side of the wall. Also Eddie was trying to find the star so he could grab a chunk of it and barter it for a new electric guitar lmao. I really loved the premise I came up with and thought the first chapter was great; unfortunately the fic is fuckin cursed and will never be finished (by me. if anyone wants to take a swing at the story where I left it off feel free!)

stupid fucking star stuff

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

See #8

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes! @gorgeousgreymatter-x and I co-wrote the first installment of the yogi steve vs adhd eddie series as a birthday gift to @flintandfuss <3 we broke each other's brains with our linear vs non-linear writing styles lmao but it was a really fun project

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Steddieeeeeeee

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I started working on this goofy little crack fic forever ago where Steve was a member of the snooty grandmas-only Loch Nora Gardening Club, and he was all stressed out because the ladies had beef with the neighboring town's club and had somehow put Steve in charge of operation "publicly humiliate them by throwing a better annual fundraising party"

and then Eddie, being the impulsive horny dumbass that he is, was jokingly like "hey, you could come to my garden party some time" and Steve's like "you're in a gardening club?" "yeah, technically! sure!"

then Eddie drives him to Indy and pulls them up to this shady little sex club called The Pleasure Garden and Steve gets gently bullied by a drag queen lmaooo

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue dialogue dialogue. Also I think in weird synesthesia (some words taste bad, some memories smell like cinnamon, ya know what I mean) so I feel like my imagery toward the fun and funky side

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

All the silly important shit that goes around the dialogue. And writing a seamless big group scene - more than four people in a conversation and the pacing gets so ssx tricky

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Mmmm. I mean, I tend to avoid it unless the fic/character actually requires it. Like I did a Robin POV fic where Robin would think certain curse words in different languages because it seemed fitting for the girl who's fluent in four languages, ya know? Ooh, I do also love a good "character royally botches what they're trying to say" moment so foreign language phrases are fun for that

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Twilight

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I'm really just unreasonably proud of myself for writing almost 30,000 words of continuous story in 30 days. I've been trying to do that for years and never even come close

okay sick thanks for letting me ramble incessantly about myself this was fun!

as usual I'm late to the tag party but tagging a couple people anyway <3 @steddieas-shegoes @thisapplepielife @wormdebut @aidaronan @gorgeousgreymatter-x

[torra-and-the-toons]

Edd, at some point:

"I made us some friendship bracelets!"

Eddy:

"I'm not really a jewelry kind of person."

Edd:

"Oh, alright then I'll just-"

Eddy, after grabbing his bracelet:

"No, no, I won't pass on a good bracelet...

Can't let the thing go to waste..."

(He totallyyyyyyyy doesn't want it really badly-)

YES!!

I like to think Eddy has like a secret box in his closet of things his friends have given him over the years (he kinda see a bit of this in the dance episode, I think? When we see Edd's valentine on the floor)

Eddy is totally a sap at heart but he'd be damned if he ever let it show. He secretly adores the various gifts and stuff his friends have gotten him over the years.

[oneforthemunny]

Just got back from a wedding and all I could think about was being there with cowboy!Eddie and teasing him a little and then he takes me to the big wonderful bathroom with the mirror that i’ve never loved my face more in and flips up my stupid forever 21 dress that gave me so much trouble and just rails me over the sink

sorry.

also when the groom was getting the rings his two best men pretended to polish the ring and his head (he’s bald) and they made a big show etc and I think rockstar!eddie would do something like that for the one wedding in the mountains (i think where it was right? the one with just like Farrah and the band and their parents) and Gareth brings like a whole ass hair dryer and blows out Eddies hair and someone plays a guitar riff out of nowhere LOLLL

I love weddings. I'm a bridesmaid and maid of honor for like six weddings this year (never a bride LMAO and I'm alright with that truly) but I love them. in another life, I always wanted to be an event planner and do wedding planning, that's what I was originally in school for.

anyways.

cowboy!eddie getting horny at a wedding because he's secretly a big sap lmao?? cue the love boners. it's at an old victorian type house and he manages to sneak you both to a private bathroom in a closed off wing, railing you over the counter. he just can't help it. you look good, it's a wedding, and watching you dance on the dance floor got to him.

and gareth would totally pretend to lose the ring. like pat his pockets and look around because he knows rockstar!eddie is nervous and emotional and he just wants to help him relax. like obviously he's ecstatic to marry nepo baby but he's just overwhelmed with emotion (and her parents suck) so he just wants to help him relax. just anything to help the two of you relax.

[hullomoon]

hullomoon’s vt mysterybox 2022 works

posting just in time for vt 2023 to start (time got away from me, what can i say?)

[podfic] and yet i love her | A League of Their Own | Max/Esther | mature | 15:27

“You need to get up now or I’ll be keeping you in bed all day,” Es says with a lascivious grin. It’s an empty threat, and they both know it - it’s not like they could ever risk being caught in here together, but it’s enough to make Max laugh and swing her legs over the edge of the bed.

“Save that for after we win the game,” she tells her, and begins to dress before they can distract each other.

(‘I love you’, Esther said. No woman has ever told Max they love her before.)

—-

Esther says 'I love you’; Max wonders if she’s ready to say it back.

[podfic] i wanna make a supersonic man (out of you) | Stranger Things | Lucas & Steve | 22:01

Lucas is the man of the group, he knows this. He’s got to be the man, like Steve, and wear polos and khakis and come between evil and the weak and be a lady killer and a charming, funny, sweet guy. Like Steve who has started hanging out with Eddie Munson and getting piercings and wearing eyeliner and not being the man Lucas thought he was.

“Steve is that an earring?” says Dustin, at one of his highest pitches, slap bang in the middle of one of Eddie’s tirades.

Everyone pauses. Number one, you never interrupt Eddie, especially not during D&D. Number two, what? (Lucas has strong suspicions he can’t let Max ever find out about this, or she’s going to break-up with him and become a full-time Steve admirer.)

They all lean forwards.

Steve shifts slightly uncomfortably, but he looks amused. “Yeah.” He shrugs. And there it is, a single tiny silver hoop in his left ear. Lucas stares, amazed.

“You’re a guy,” says Lucas, without thinking about it.

Steve only laughs. “I am aware, Lucas, thank you.”

[podfic] Exactly Like You | Check Please! | Bitty/Kent | 09:12

in which, Kent V Parson is an ENORMOUS sap. But quietly, inside his head, because he knows being all possessive and shit is not Healthy Relationship Goals and he is trying for that. Eric is worth trying for.

[podfic] Things We Do For Love | Stranger Things | Dustin & Steve, Steddie | 04:57

When Steve starts to feel a little left out of the 'nerd culture’ talk and references, Dustin helps him catch up on the most important bit

[podfic] don’t blow those pipes | Schitt’s Creek | David/Patrick | 03:25

Patrick picks up another new instrument. David is not thrilled.

[podfic] your love is a secret i’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep | Heartstopper | Nick & Nellie, Nick/Charlie | 10:06

“You know, you’re technically the first person I’ve come out to. Or first… creature.”

Nellie licked his face.

Or, five times Nick could only talk to Nellie about his feelings for and about Charlie, and one time he found the courage to talk to a human.

[Podfic] Haus Bylaws that Need to be Added to the Wall: No Hanging Chads | Check Please! | Gen | 10:37

If a Chad approaches Lardo, allow her to set up fucking ruining him before pouncing. [sub a) In all cases of Chad, Shitty is wingman because Bitty punched that one Chad.] (sub b) He deserved it.) {sub c) He totally did.}

[Podfic] winter’s upon us, so won’t you stay? | A League of Their Own | Maybelle/Jo | multivoice | 23:15

“I was just so worried about you when you left,” Maybelle says, eyes wide and full of softness. “I wish I coulda been there to take care of you, honey. You deserved that. You shouldn’t have had to leave alone.”

No one has wanted to take care of Jo in so long.

or: jo goes to maybelle's for the holidays, and finally figures out what she wants.

[Podfic] Sherlock Sands and the Mystery of the Pie Thief | Schitt’s Creek | Alexis/Twyla | multivoice | 06:19

When Twyla Sands' pumpkin pie disappears from the table, she goes on a quest to discover the thief.

[nburkhardt]

Other parts: one, two, three, four, five

Steve

Eddie’s words of reassurance are the only thing keeping him from completely freaking out when the reminder of their party comes into view as he makes his way downstairs. As his feet hit the last step, his memory races to remind him of what happened.

That his friends were there, that they saw him break.

His breath hitches as he sees the door to the backyard, there’s a mess out there. As if they all got up in a hurry and he doesn’t quite understand why. They usually never clean up but they at least make an attempt to make it look like they do.

Peeking out the window, there’s not even a trash bag in view. Cans hastily throw on a table or chair, forgotten pizza boxes are scattered around the yard from birds grabbing hold of it and chairs pushed around with towels no where to be found.

It’s confusing, he doesn’t know where to start.

Before he can even really figure it out, the doorbell rings. Sighing, he moves away from that door and goes for the front instead. Hoping it’s not any of the kids, he takes a moment to school his face and attempt to look fine.

“Sunshine!”

The tension he built up nearly falls away at the sight of Eddie standing there with a smile and a basket in hand. He’s confused but he smiles back anyway, moving away to let the older boy in. Eddie doesn’t give him a chance to close the door, he kicks it shut and sets the basket down. “Hug?”

He nods but still tenses up only a second before completely melting into the hug. Eddie squeezes him close and doesn’t say a word when Steve hides his face in his neck.

It’s probably one of the best hugs he’s had in years.

“You feeling better, Sunshine?” Eddie asks and doesn’t bother letting him go, keeps his arms tight around him.

It helps being in the hug to admit out loud, “I’m okay, I think. Maybe overwhelmed? A little confused, what- um, happened after?”

Eddie doesn’t answer him immediately, squeezes him again before pulling away. He has to bite his tongue to stop the honest to god whine he can feel bubbling up. But he drops his own arms, letting Eddie go.

“You mean at the party?”

He nods, crossing his arms and looking down at the basket. “Noticed the mess in the backyard, they didn’t even bother cleaning up and now I have to cle-“

“I kicked them out” Eddie interrupts him and it makes his head snap up, meeting his eye and seeing annoyance there. “They were being mean to you, they didn’t deserve to be here. So, I told them to get out.” He shrugged, “you don’t have to clean up, I’ll do it. You, my Sunshine, will be getting ready.”

His head goes a little fuzzy at knowing that someone was sticking up for him. He nods and sees Eddie smile at him, then the words catch up to him. “Get ready?”

Eddie’s smile widens, lifts the basket up higher which doesn’t answer him but he looks at it. “We are going for a drive and I packed a picnic for us!”

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Eddie

With his plan written out, his motivation in the right places and the absolute need to provide for Steve, he woke up early to put together the best picnic ever.

“What’re you doing, boy?”

Nearly dropping the jar of peanut butter, he glared over his shoulder at Wayne, “packing a picnic”

He rolls his eyes as Wayne comes over, “Picnic, for who?”

It takes him a minute to word his response correctly. Not wanting to betray Steve’s trust but also not wanting to lie to Wayne. Maybe someday they’ll talk to him about it, when Steve is in the room and comfortable with sharing.

“For Steve and I, no it’s not a date.” As much as he’d love for it to be a date, this is not the time for Steve to think about dating.

Wayne nods with a soft, “if you’re sure, Ed. This Steve know that?”

Groaning he turns to look at him, “it’ll only be a date if he wants it to be, I’m his friend. I’m worried about him and think he deserves a picnic”

Wayne nods, leans against the counter and crosses his arms. “Ed, you’re a good person. Know that? I hope everything is good with your friend”

His cheeks start to burn at the pride he hears in Wayne’s voice, he hides it behind his hair and ducks his head. “Thanks Wayne”

The rest of the packing is done without interruption. It’s just a simple lunch, PB&J sandwiches, chips and fruits. He’ll pick up beers on the way over and maybe some desserts, it’s not much but he has a feeling Steve will love it.

He can instantly tell something is off with Steve once he’s at the house. Hugging Steve feels like home, feeling him just melt in his arms? The best feeling in the world. He’ll never get tired of this. Hopes for it to happen everyday, hopes for it forever.

Pulling away hurts but it’s necessary to get going, needing to get Steve out of this cold house. Admitting about kicking out their friends is easy, cleaning up the mess is even easier.

Once it’s all done and Steve is ready, they’re off.

They look like an odd pair and Eddie loves it. The contrast in their clothes is eye catching. Steve’s soft tones and Eddie’s harsher ones, it makes him smile.

Steve’s got on a yellow sweater, it’s new and a size bigger than the one he lost. He’s wearing light wash jeans with his normal Nike shoes. While Eddie on the other hand, he’s got on fishnet sleeves with an old Black Sabbath t-shirt he cropped a while back. He’s got his ripped black jeans and leather jacket on with a pair of doc martens.

Total opposites, but they work. Like a jigsaw puzzle, their edges match up and fit perfectly together.

“So, where are we going exactly?” Steve asks once they’re in the van and he’s in the passenger seat without one complaint about not driving.

Eddie can’t look at him but he smiles anyway, “Well, was thinking taking a nice drive out of town to find a park, just the two of us, that okay?”

If he doesn’t want to go out of town for this, Eddie will just find a quiet park their friends don’t go to. He won’t force Steve anywhere, even if he knows getting away from this town would be good for him. Steve doesn’t even realize how much of hold he has on Eddie, how much Eddie is willing to do to care for him.

“Yeah, yeah that’s okay.” Steve answers back then whispers, “Is, is this a date?”

Tensing up, he grips the wheel and slows to a stop before pulling off to the side. He’d like to actually face Steve while talking about this. “Sunshine, Steve, do you want it to be a date? I don’t want to force you into anything, okay?”

Steve’s eyes go wide at that and he reaches out to grab his hands, waits for the nod before gripping them and squeezing. His eyes drop to their hands, Steve shifts them to lace their fingers together.

“I’d really like it to be a date, Eddie.” His voice isn’t as nervous as before, more confident but not anywhere close as before, “Do you?”

Squeezing his hands, he brings them up to his face and waits until Steve’s looking at him before he presses a kiss to both of his hands. Steve’s cheeks turn pink, it makes him smile.

“Sunshine, I’d love for it to be a date. You have me already and I’d really like it if I had you too”

The smile he gets back lives up to his nickname, it’s blinding and beautiful. This beautiful boy doesn’t even know that he’ll do anything and everything for him. But for now, he’ll make this picnic date the best damn date ever.

Oh hey! I finally got more motivation for this and apparently the boys wanted this to turn into a date. Impatient boys, damn. We were getting there! Also sorry for the accidental undertone dom/sub? I didn’t mean for that, it just sorta happened. I even read back the other parts and uhhh it’s always been there and I didn’t even more for it to happen. Oops. Anyway now we got soft dom!eddie and sub!steve in this lol. oh!!! Shout out to @i-less-than-three-you for her being a soundboard for me, it really helped me out ❤️

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[strangermarvelss]

strange love- e.m (pt 2)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: eddie has a date, with someone who isn’t you. you’re less than thrilled about it

Warnings: best friends!-to-lovers!, ANGST, jealousy, cursing, mentions of vomiting, fluffy ending, eddie's a total sap

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: here is the second part to my strange love fic, which you can find the first part linked below. i love writing for eddie and this little multi-part was fun and i want to continue to write for everyone’s favorite metalhead hehe. i hope you all enjoy :)- sava

part one

“I cannot believe that happened. I’m such a fucking idiot!” you exclaim as Nancy comes running down the stairs of her basement, arms full of junk food, magazines, and the movies Robin picked up from her shift at Family Video. Robin was by your side, rubbing your back and whispering soothing little phrases in an attempt to calm you down, while Mike just ran up to his room to try and call El, not wanting to hear or deal with any of your drama anymore. 

You on the other hand, were an absolute mess. The world around your was spinning when you walked into the front door of the Wheeler’s house, prompting Robin to help you down the stairs. The pit of your stomach was a gurgling mess, the horrible thought of spewing your guts still on your mind. The tears now dry on your cheeks from all the crying in the car, but now mixing with new tears forming as your thoughts from the events that occurred less than an hour ago keep flooding back to your memory, trying to process and recount everything that happened. You weren’t shocked by your response to it all, because your greatest secret just escaped from your own personal fortress and out into the world.

Your best friend knew you liked him.

And he just stood there. Looking disgusted. Horrified. 

The more you thought about it, the thicker the air became around you and the harder it became to breathe. Closing your eyes, you try to focus on your breathing and think of the place where you are most relaxed, a trick your school counselor taught you when you met weekly during your parents divorce. 

The only problem? Your happy place was now compromised. 

The place where you felt like no wrong could happen or all the bad things that Hawkins kept throwing your way couldn’t reach was down at the Forest Hills Trailer Park, listening along to a kick ass song that a sweetheart of a metalhead would strum on his guitar as a joint hung loosely on his lips, all while you nursed on a warm beer that you would normally hate. Your nights would usually go about like that, or watching a movie together all cuddled up on his living room sofa. The times you would spend with Eddie made the fucked up world around you feel small and insignificant, like it was just the two of you existing for the rest of eternity. You would give anything just to be near him with no worries in the world. Now, that just wasn’t in the cards anymore.

“Okay so,” you hear Nancy say, setting down the stuff on the table she brought out and clasping her hands together, causing you to snap back into your current reality. You look at all the food and entertainment in front of you, wanting so badly to just indulge yourself for the evening and believe for a second that it can all be okay and things will be just fine between you and Eddie. But you know in your heart that it’s only a distraction, and when you wake up tomorrow, the pain you’re feeling now will still be very present. 

“You have your pick of…well anything tonight, Y/N. Movies, magazines, any junk you want. We can even order a pizza if you’re in the mood?” Nancy suggests, sitting next to you on the couch. 

“Of course she’s not in the mood, Nance! She and Eddie just-“ Robin began to say, before earning a slap on the leg from across the couch.

“Robin! Don’t bring it up! This night is about having fun and definitely not talking about any guys or girls,” Nancy yells. 

“Guys, I really don’t feel like-“

“Oh so we’re not going to talk about what happened with you and Steve?” Robin asks Nancy. You scrunch your face and look at Nancy, raising your eyebrows with the puzzled look smeared across your face. 

“Wait, what’s going on with you and Steve?” you ask her. Now this was a conversation you were interested in having. If you were going to have a distraction at all tonight, you wanted it to be this conversation. 

“I caught the two of them flirting at Family Video the other day,” Robin admits, causing your jaw to drop as you look between the two them. Nancy lets out a huff and reaches for the bag of Cheetos in front of the three of you.

“Oh yeah? Well did Robin tell you about her and Vicky?” Nancy says, her face sliding into a smirk as a loud gasp escapes Robin’s mouth. You bust into a fit of giggles as the two of them playfully argue over the two people they were trying to be romantic with, grabbing yourself a Hostess cake to sit back and watch the drama unfold. 

The three of you continue to discuss different things, ranging from their crushes, to graduation rounding the corner, and even jokingly planning a trip to take to Indianapolis for a weekend, unsure if the other two girls really meant it. Smiling to yourself, you stuff some food into your face as the jokes and conversation carry on into the late hours of the night, glad that they were able to distract you from the horrible events of the night and wash away for the time being, just living in the moment. You were trying your best to create happy memories without Eddie in them, since that is what your current future was looking like.

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The sound of footsteps stomping above you pull you from a blissful sleep. At some point in the night, the couch was converted into the pull out bed and the blow up mattress was put together. You weren’t sure what time the three of you wrapped your conversations and retreated to your dreams for the night, nor were you aware of what time it was currently, but part of you didn’t care all that much. Saturday’s were usually just carefree days for you anyway, catching up on homework or hanging out with Eddie.

Eddie.

The pang in your chest ignites as you recall the events of the night before, images flashing into your brain as you close your eyes and let out a deep breath. Eddie’s giddy smile as he told you about his date, Shirley draped over Eddie on his throne, Eddie’s horrified face when he found out you liked him. It hurt, it hurt more than anything you’ve felt before in your life. More than the stitches you got when you were 8, and even more than your parents divorce. 

You’ve never been in a real relationship, just a few makeout sessions here and there, and Eddie was the first guy you’ve ever truly liked to the point where you thought maybe, just maybe, things would become more than the fantasy you pictured in your head. You saw yourself going on dates with Eddie, which wasn’t too different from your usual interactions and outings with him, it was just paired with more affection and…other stuff. You never thought it would be in the cards for you until you got close with him. But seeing him last night with another girl made those hopes and dreams vanish, cementing them into what they truly were: a fantasy.

Looking around, you notice Robin’s sleeping body still lying next to you on the pull out, while Nancy’s form is not in her blow up mattress she set beside the both of you on the floor. Carefully, you slide out beneath the covers and rise to your feet, walking towards the steps that led you out of the Wheeler’s basement and onto their ground floor. 

The smell of pancakes, bacon, and eggs fill your senses as you open the door from the basement, looking around to see the family just now finishing up. Holly was sitting at the table with Mr. Wheeler as he read his newspaper, and Mrs. Wheeler was beginning to clean up the dishes everyone used. You flash Holly a smile when she looks to you and turn around quickly when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Hey,” Nancy says. You let out a sigh from the heart attack she nearly gave you and she leads you into the living room away from everyone, and away from the yummy food that was still left over.

“How are you feeling?” She asks, placing her hand on your shoulder for reassurance. Letting out another sigh, you shrug and look out into the distance, trying to collect your thoughts and truly describe just how you feel this morning.

“Not good,” you simply say, looking to Nancy with a tight lipped smile. “But last night really helped me not think about him in the moment, and I appreciate that. I had a lot of fun,” you tell her, pulling her in for a hug, which she quickly reciprocated. Her soft hands rub your back in a soothing manner, causing you to relax a bit more before pulling away to meet her eyes again.

“Do you want some breakfast? Then I can drive you and Robin home?” She asks. You nod and you both stand from the couch and make your way back into the kitchen, Nancy heading towards the basement door to inform Robin of the delicious food that awaits. 

Part of you wanted to beg Nancy to stay here for the rest of the day given how close in proximity you lived to Eddie. You desperately wanted to stay at the Wheeler’s and watch the movies Robin picked up for the three of you that you never got around to last night due to your ongoing stream of consciousness conversation. Hell, you’d rather ask Nancy to take you to Skull Rock than back to the trailer park. Eddie didn’t have a job, so his weekends were spent practicing for his band or hanging out with you, and given the circumstances of last night, the latter wasn’t bound to happen this weekend. Or perhaps ever again. Regardless, he’d be at his trailer when you got back, and if what Shirley was saying last night was true, maybe he wouldn’t be alone. 

And that would just be the cherry on top of your shit sundae.

Your mind and bodily reactions were moving at 1000 miles a minute as Nancy got closer and closer to the trailer park. Robin was dropped off first as she lived closest to Nancy, then the two of you began your journey back to your home. Your nerves that had been buried deep inside since last night were bubbling to the surface again, feeling exactly how you felt yesterday when you found out about his date, then accidentally confirming your feelings to Eddie. Pain in your chest, sweaty palms, light headed mind playing tricks on you.

You notice Nancy checking on you now and again, giving you positive reassurances to settle you down. She and Eddie were the ones who knew you the best, gathering the years of friendship to analyze your distressed tells and noticing even the most slight offness of your presence made both of them concerned. You sure had a way of picking the most observant people in your life.

Pulling into the trailer park, you feel the gravel beneath you shake you in your seat as Nancy carefully passes your neighbors. You rub your thighs up and down a few times, in an attempt to both stop the sweat from gathering on your palms and also to calm your nerves. Passing by Eddie’s trailer, you see his van parked right beside it, signaling that he was home, not that it was any kind of surprise. That didn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat then quickly picking up the pace. 

Turning the corner, you both drive up to your trailer and see the familiar mop of brown messy curls sitting on your steps. His leg was bouncing as he bit his nails, something he really only did when he was extra nervous, as he didn’t want the bad shape of his nails to interfere with his guitar playing. Nancy looks to you and you let out a sigh, not wanting to go and have a conversation about how he doesn’t love you back and that the two of you can’t be friends any longer. All because you fucking hesitated like an idiot. 

“Thanks for the ride, Nance,” you tell her. She pulls you into a hug and you let out a shaky breath, the nerves rising up more and more as you notice Eddie’s watching the two of you from her car, rising to his feet. 

“You got this, okay? And if you need me, call me. I’ll be over in an instant,” she informs you, making you smile. The two of you break away from the hug and you gather your things in your hands as you open the car door. Stepping out, you thank Nancy again and shut the door, turning your attention towards Eddie, slowly walking closer. 

“Hi,” you say. He continues to look at you, his face unreadable. 

“You didn’t come home last night.”

“I slept over at Nance’s, we made the plans during school yesterday,” you respond, attitude dripping in your voice. “Besides, you were busy with Shirley last night anyway, so why does it matter to you?”

“I didn’t bring Shirley back here. I took her home after Hellfire,” he simply admits. You stand there for a minute looking at him, his face completely serious. Not something you saw from Eddie Munson very often, as his goofball and eccentric personality something you loved most. But you knew today was not the day for that kind of mood.

“Oh,” you let out quietly. You kick your feet in the gravel, the silence around you as thick as it was last night in the high school parking lot. You weren’t sure what to say to him. Just kidding, I don’t have a major crush on you that I think about nearly every second of every day, good times right? No, you know he knew you were serious. Those observant instincts of his could always kick in at the worst possible moments.

“Listen, Y/N, I wanted to talk about last night-“ Eddie began to say. He couldn’t even look at you as he spoke, and avoiding your nickname he had for you altogether? This isn’t something you wanted to deal with right now, trying to think of several scenarios that would allow for you to slip past him and into the sanctuary of your trailer, all so you could flop on your bed and let these emotions flow freely. 

“Look, Eddie, I really don’t want to have this conversation with you right now. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle hearing this rejection, not now. Hell, maybe not ever. So I’m just gonna go inside, okay? I don’t need some big speech about how you only see me as a friend, and how you don’t think you can even be that anymore because I’ve ruined everything between us, so can you please go home and let me-“ you were rambling on and on, your breathing beginning to become uneven as the words kept spewing out of your mouth and you tried slipping past the metalhead and towards your front door.

“Jesus H. Christ, Y/N, can you please shut up and let me talk?!” He huffs out, grabbing onto your wrist to stop you. You stop in your tracks at his tone and turn towards him slowly, the sadness creeping up your spine and the tears pinching behind your eyes. Stay strong, Y/N. Do not cry in front of him, not again.

“Sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just…God, I’m nervous and I don’t know how I want to say what I’m about to say, even though I’ve been thinking about it all night,” he says. Now it was his turn to start rambling. 

“Just spit it out, Eddie,” you tell him flatly, crossing your arms and waiting to brace for impact. Waiting for the bomb to drop and destroy everything in your path. Years of friendship to be destroyed in a matter of seconds.

“Right, yeah. Well, I-uh-I like you,” he blurts out.

What?

“That’s actually an understatement, sorry. I love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you,” he tells you, his eyes peering up and meeting yours. The genuine look on his face was tearing your heart to shreds. There was no way he was being serious right now, after how last night played out. You standing there in the parking lot looking like an idiot as Eddie looked scared out of his god damn mind.

“Bullshit,” you say, your words laced with venom.

“S'cues me?” He asks, his brows furrowing as you continue to hold your eye contact.

“I don’t have it in me to play games Eddie, so don’t bullshit me, I’m begging you,” you let out, sounding defeated. Part of you felt that he was only saying this because he felt sorry for how he humiliated you last night, only ‘reciprocating’ these feelings out of pure pity. 

“I’m not bullshitting you, Y/N. These feelings are as real as the tatties on my body baby,” he tells you, flashing is chest tat quickly. You roll your eyes. He could never be serious for one single moment, could he?

“Give me a break. I saw how you looked at me last night, Eddie. You were…you were disgusted and horrified that someone like me could like you. It was all over your damn face!” You exclaim, walking back down the steps to be on the same level as he was.

“Sweetheart, I was in shock. I didn’t ever expect you to tell me those words…the words I’ve been waiting for years to tell you myself,” he says, walking closer to you. The two of you were mere inches away from each other as he takes your hands in his, trying his best to look up at you with his big, brown, doe eyes through his messy bangs. You felt a tear run down your face as he looked at you, feeling as if you needed to pinch yourself to see if you were still asleep and dreaming on Nancy’s pull out.

“W-why didn’t you tell me sooner, Eddie? Especially last night. I felt like a fool,” you ask, your voice trailing off as your sentence tapered into nothing. Keeping his grasp on one of your hands, he brings his other to cup your face and brush away the few tears that collected on your soft cheeks. 

“Are you kidding? You’re one of the most gorgeous girls in all of Hawkins, and I’m the town freak. I never thought we’d be as close of friends as we are, let alone you wanting to be mine. I was scared out of my mind, and…I didn’t want anything to break up our friendship,” he tells you, making you giggle. “What’s so funny, sweetheart?”

“It’s just…those are some of the exact same reasons why I never told you any sooner. I didn’t want to lose you as a friend, and I thought…not having you in my life outweighed the hurt of walking around thinking you didn’t like me back,” you explain to him. You look up at him and brush his bangs out his face a bit, getting a better view of his precious eyes on you.

“Guess we’re a couple of idiots, aren’t we?” He asks, making you laugh. His laugh fills your ears which prompts you to wrap your arms around his torso, breathing in his usual smell of weed and musk. The classic Eddie smell you know and love finally filling your senses once again and soothing your nerves. Eddie pulls away ever so slightly to look at you again, his face inches from your own.

“I am so sorry about last night, sweetheart, and I am so sorry for making you feel bad and embarrassed because of how I reacted. Had I known about your feelings, that stupid date would’ve never happened. I just thought maybe moving on would help the feelings I had for you go away, but I started to realize that wasn’t the case when you started acting off during Hellfire. All I wanted to do was stop the game and come comfort you,” he explains to you. He brings his hand back up to cup your cheek and you melt into his touch.

“It’s okay, Eddie. As long as I can finally call you mine, right here and now, I think it’s something I’ll be able to forget about,” you tell him.

As if it was his answer, his lips were quick to move to yours, his smooth pink lips moving against yours, the taste of him almost heavenly…better than anything you could’ve imagined yourself in that head of yours. You wrap your arms around his neck and move deeper into the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip past your lips, your tongues massaging one another and swapping saliva like your lives depended on it. 

Eddie Munson was yours, and you were his. Everything was coming together better than you could’ve imagined. Well, almost.

The two of you pull away from each other and you suck in some deep breaths, making Eddie laugh. You bite your quickly swelling lip and continue to hold him close to you. You feel your heart banging against your chest, except you knew it was for all the right reasons now. The safety of Eddies arms pull you in tight, feeling as if he could never ever let you go and had to stay like this forever.

“I’m going to spend the next however long making it up to you and showing you just how sorry I am for last night. I love you sweetheart, don’t ever get that twisted,” he tells you, placing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Well…if you say so. You got any ideas in mind for how you’ll make it up to me?” You pull away and ask, quirking a brow as you start walking towards your front door once more, pulling Eddie’s arm as you drag him along with you.

“Oh believe me, I can think of a few.”

[redrosydiaz]

deathaversary? hm, idk her 🤷‍♀️

right now eddie's at the grocery store with steve, trying to sneak a box (or two) of cocoa puffs into the cart when steve's not looking. (except steve totally sees it — he just doesn't say anything and lets eddie think he got away with it because he's waaay too cute when he gets smug about successfully pulling the wool over steve's eyes like that.)

later tonight, they'll squish together onto their little sofa (the one that's seen far too much and is on it's last legs, but that they refuse to get rid of until those last legs are literally not standing anymore.) in their coziest pajamas, and they'll pull a shared blanket over their legs while some game show plays in the background (because they're old now, as max loves to remind them).

they'll have matching bowls of cocoa puffs as a midnight snack (because they're not so old that they can't still make it to midnight, on the rare night) that they try to balance in their laps while they hold the spoon in one hand and each other's in the other. it's not practical at all, and it is most certainly going to lead to a major spill, but they're the kinds of saps that always hold hands.

they have been since the day eddie reached out for steve's hand, where it rested beside his own on the stark white of the hospital sheets — his first move after regaining consciousness after everything.

they've held on since that day, and they'll keep holding on, every single day, until the very end.