#writing cotton candy fluff and putting it into the tumblr water

[briarberrythornedhart]

Haywire

Contains: Eddie Munson & Reader, fluff, sincerity, vulnerability, friends to something more

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You were just friends. Just hanging out. And you’d thought there would be more people around tonight as human buffer BUT NO it was just you and him in his living room. And he was sitting so close it made you dizzy.

Ope.

He caught you staring. Your gaze was lovingly drifting over his stunning features and when he noticed you looking, his eyebrows shot up.

He waved his hand in a slow figure eight, wiggling his fingers - like he was casting some sort of spell on you.

Maybe he was casting a spell on you? It would explain a lot.

“You okay in there?” He laughed. He snapped the fingers of his left hand a couple times and you must have jumped because then he snorted “Sorry, sorry! You zoned out, though...like...you left me, where’d you go?” He grinned at you, head cocked to the side.

“I’d never leave. I mean I’m paying attention, What is the next step?” You asked, trying to re-focus and NOT on his lips, or his jaw, or the length of his thick pretty neck that you so wanted to kiss and lick and bite down on …oh gawd... how you wanted to taste him all over!

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Ya sure you wanna do this? Right now?? It’s okay if you are bored. This is not the fun part for most folks.”

“Yeah! NO - I’m not bored.” You clutched your notebook to your chest and regulated your breathing. No more yelling FFS you told yourself. ” I told you - I’ve wanted to play DnD for a long time and you know… never got a chance to even roll up a character. The stars just weren’t aligned for it I guess and the group near me didn’t want me in the mix....”

“Well, that’s not a problem here. There won’t be any of that bullshit on my watch. There’s Equal opportunity for doom or glory in Hellfire Club.” Eddie let the words doom and glory rumble in his chest. Theatrical as ever.

“Thank you.” You smiled and felt heat flush your cheeks.

“You’re so welcome, you always are.” he shook his mane of hair and chuckled again, wry and self-effacing. Which you would NEVER have expected from this guy. When you were introduced to him he was cocky as hell, strutting around and getting right into your personal space and teasing you like you’d been close friends forever and then - you get him alone like this- and he transforms into this sweet and modest and shy… total gentleman.

You were so completely fucked.

I mean, if only. You wished you were. But this was all so sadly gentlemanly and platonic.

He licked his lips and tapped his pencil on the DM’s guide while he pondered something seriously. Your mouth watered. And since he was so intently not paying attention to you- you took him in - looked him all over.

Your lips felt suddenly so dry and hot and his lips were the cure for every little thing that afflicted you, you knew this. That his perfect lips were the Answer. They were pink, slightly redder and chapped and plumped by his own teeth worrying at his bottom lip and… oh he was speaking to you. Focus.

“But maybe we should wait till later?? Because you seem very baked right now.” Eddie took your pencil away from you, grinning. Your pencil that had made its way (eraser first) between your lips and was getting bitten to hell. “Sweetheart, It was just a beer and we shared that joint…Did you not eat anything today??” He looked mildly concerned. “Do you want a snack or something? Coffee? I think we have Sanka in the cupboard… although what would be the point....”

You shook your head. No.

You didn’t admit it but You were not high. Or tipsy.

That was the thing. Eddie did this to you.

Yes, you’d faked taking that hit off his joint — hoping to look very chill about him offering you one. You’d barely taken a sip of the PBR he’d offered.

You Didn’t need any single thing to make you feel as high as THIS. When you had those big pretty eyes looking at you?? You were floating!

His lashes fluttered when he inhaled, held in the smoke, and then his eyes stared into your soul when he blew out (blowing away from your face - politely) and that just made you want to do unspeakably depraved things. For him. To him. On him.

“We could just… hang out.” Eddie said. “Plenty of time to make a character before next Wednesday and stuff.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. we don’t need to have an activity to be ummm together, you can just ride that wave you are on and I’ll... play guitar at you or something.” He looked down again and huffed almost a laugh. “Obviously you don’t want That, no one wants that, but we could watch a movie....”

The overhead light cast the shadow of his lashes down over his cheekbones.

“I’d like to hear you play and sing one of your songs.” You said.

“Oh no no no,” Eddie leaned backwards and put his hands behind his head, legs spread at the knees - making you long to climb into his lap “I don’t know who told you I can sing... but they were exaggerating... I can scream my lyrics in my less than an octave range.”

“But you are the frontman, you play and sing lead, right??”

“That’s only until we can get Gareth a better mic set up - he’s got a great voice - like an angel.”

“I still want to hear you.” You crossed your arms over your chest and nodded. “c’mon”

“You know what? I think I like this bossy side of you. Is this what happens when you loosen up a bit, you order people around?” Eddie smirked. “It makes me want to do whatever you say.”

“Really?” You asked, your mind reeling at the impossibilities.

“Yes.” Eddie’s tongue rolled over one canine tooth. He pointed at you. “Don’t use your power over me for evil.”

You may have gasped. Just a little.

“Or do.” Eddie scootched closer and his knee touched yours. “Just don’t get me in trouble.”

“Show me what you wear on stage.” You said. Well... demanded.

“It’s not that different than this...” He gestured down at his ripped jeans and his Anthrax T shirt under his gray hoodie. “No corpse paint, no tight leather - we’re thrash - more substance than style. Noooo, don’t look at me all disappointed...I’m just not fancy.” He rubbed his hands over his face.

“I’m not disappointed, i just really doubt you play your fancy red crackle finish guitar... in a gray sweatshirt.”

“Okay, I wear a tank top or something cropped because it’s hot as balls on stage and I pull my hair back sometimes or put my bandana on to keep the sweat from dripping in my eyes, that’s the sum total effort I put in okay? you don’t Really want to hear about me sweating my ass off, right?? Grossing you out, right?”

“No. are you gonna show me or not.”

“Yes. mistress, if you take that tone I guess I must.” Eddie slapped his thighs and stood, “Be right back.” He turned half way down the hall. “If you laugh, you gotta go. You’ll be out that door, high or not.”

He shook his head as he retreated down the hallway and then in a few minutes he emerged with his hair up in a loose bun.

He did a slow awkward turn for you. He was in a scissor cropped Megadeth shirt, with his pretty red guitar unfortunately, blocking your view of his stomach. As he turned you could ogle the curve of his back - see how his underwear - probably cotton boxers - were visible just above his jeans and belt.

“See.... not much to write home about. Functional, though. Practical.” He shrugged.

“You look hot.” you said. without thinking.

Eddie gave you an assessing look. “That’s probably the ganja talking. Or did you mean I look overheated, because yeah, it’s a little warm in the trailer but...”

For some reason this made you furious. “No. You look fucking hot, Eddie! You always look hot and I’m not fucking high. C’mere.”

His eyes went wide, he unslung his guitar and leaned it gently against a chair. “Okay... mistress.” He jumped over the coffee table and sat at the edge of the couch - leaning forward. Leaning towards you - at attention. “Any other demands?” he wasn’t being sarcastic though...

“At shows, you should crop your shirts higher, you should go commando under your jeans “ you snapped the elastic of his underwear. “…and you should not invite me over when no one else is around because apparently I go a little haywire when we are alone together.”

Eddie leaned in and kissed you. A kiss like spun sugar, ephemeral, impossibly sweet, and over too soon.

“I go a little haywire when you are near me too.” He said.

[ontowanderlust]

Vow., n.

“They really went all out for this drama huh?” She couldn’t help the awe spilling from her lips as she looked around the studio set.

“Pretty cool, huh?” He agreed as he took her hand as he guided her away from the throng of rushing assistants, make up artists, and highly-caffeinated-but-still-not-enough-caffeine-in-their-system directors, leading her towards off site. “Savin told me they really want this drama to happen so they hired only the best out of the best.” Kiro explained, never leaving his attention away from the direction they were taking.

“Well if you’re starring in it, it’s really got the best out of the best!” She cheered, nudging his shoulder as she kept up with him. “So where are you taking me, oh great one? You finally made up your mind to murder little old me?” She couldn’t help the giggle coming out of her lips as soon as the words came out of her mouth, smiling widely at his feigned scandalized expression.

“Kill a beautiful lady?” He gasped, placing his free hand on his chest. “Duh. So what’s your last words gonna be, gorgeous?”

“Please don’t kill me?” She asked weakly to which earned her a small laugh from him, effectively breaking character.

“Wow. You sure convinced me, Miss Chips.” He laughed, ruffling her head. “Who would want to kill a cutie face like my Miss Chips? Only people who are heartless, it would seem!”

“Uh.. Kiro, murderers are heartless people.”

“You don’t know that!”

She let out a small laugh, making him grin at her. “So, where did you bring me?”

He blinked as he wildly gestured at the grand cathedral in front of them, flailing his arms as if he was showcasing a brand new house instead of the stunning architecture behind him. “Ta-daaaaaaaa!!!”

She couldn’t help the bulging of her eyes out of its sockets as she marveled at the centuries old infrastructure, her eyes sweeping through the intricate design of the façade.

“How...on earth have I missed this?” She asked, turning to her companion, eyes wide in wonder.

“The cathedral was part of the set. The entire production team really put a lot of budget just to book this since they needed some fancy looking church for the setting of the drama. But wait til you see the inside!” He explained as he offered her his hand, warmth spreading through him as she took it without hesitation, letting him guide her inside.

If she thought that the façade was grand af, clearly means she hadn’t seen the interior.

The high ceilings were covered with immaculate paintings decorated by strategically placed dimmed light chandeliers.

The sunlight peeking through one of the arches making the place even more ethereal and just up front, a large stained glass was placed, bearing witness to the ceremony being held.

Wait a moment- ceremony?

She turned her head sharply towards her companion, silently gesturing towards what seemed to be a wedding and how they just seemingly crashed it...unintentionally.

“Did you know there was a wedding taking place?” She hissed.

“Of course,” he had the gall to let out a small quiet laugh, poking her puffed cheek. “Why else do you think I’ve got the free time to show you around? We’re supposed to shoot the scene in the cathedral but well...”

Her nose crinkled in annoyance to which he felt so he placed a placating hand on her shoulders. “Oh relax, Miss Chips. It’s not like we’re disrupting the wedding by our presence. Look, they didn’t even know we’re here.” He fired excuses off, relaxing when he saw his methods working on her.

“Besides, don’t you want to explore this majestic church and appreciate its beauty?”

She let out a small smile, turning her gaze back to the arches. “I do,” she sighed, prompting Kiro to glance at her, smile creeping across his lips as he watched her in awe.

“I do too.” His voice was low and quiet as if he was whispering a secret to her.

The moment shared between them was shattered as the presiding priest’s voice became loud and booming- his words echoing throughout the entire place, dousing them both in ice cold water.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride.”

The priest’s blessing wasn’t for them. That much, they knew.

But for some reason, the air shifted between them- both wanting nothing more than to be swallowed by the ground- all because of their impeccable timing.

A moment passed before he cleared his throat, earning her attention despite her not looking him at the eye. The air shifted around them, that they both couldn’t deny. And it’s all because of one simple sentence.

“Well,” he drawled, knowing she won’t make the first move. Scratching the back of his head, he turned to her with a small smirk on his lips. “We can’t really defy a priest now, can we?”

Her breathing hitched as her eyes widened at the implication of his words.

Surely he’s not suggesting... but casting one look at him, she knew he would never suggest such thing in the first place if he doesn’t mean it.

Because if there’s anything Kiro’s good at, it’s being consistent with his words and actions.

“We really can’t, can we?” She threw his words back at him, taking a step closer until she breached his personal space, her eyes momentarily flicking towards his lips- an action he hadn’t missed. “No backsies?”

“No backsies.” His words were sure and true before diving down to claim her lips with his.

The world around them seemingly vanish as she became hyperaware of how soft his lips were and how he tasted like heaven and...cotton candy?

She could feel his arms wrapping around her as the world suddenly spun, finding her knee bending involuntarily as Kiro supported her weight, tongue deftly swiping across her lips, making her gasp at the sudden feeling of his tongue entangling with hers, leaving fluttering feeling inside her guts.

They broke the kiss after what seemed like a lifetime, foreheads leaning as they meet each other’s dazed gazes.

“No backsies,” his voice came out breathy and rough as he repeated their words earlier. “It seems you’re stuck with me now, wifey.”

“And you’re stuck with me now as well, hubby.” She teased before promising she won’t take back what she had done.

They both knew the priest’s blessing wasn’t of value but for a moment, it’s nice to pretend this was all for them- the grand cathedral and the intimate wedding.

They knew their relationship is young and not enough to warrant a lifetime vow but they will get there. Gradually but surely.

After all, no backsies.

Can I just say...mobile Tumblr is a pain in the neck??? I had to manually edit everything per line and I’m like??? I just want these to be smaller fonts! Why are you making me go through hell?? Oh but on the side note, I managed to spot the lines that needed some re-phrasing soooo in a way, it helped? Not really.

Anyway. Henlo! This right here is a joy to write. I enjoyed the light-heartedness and just the plain ole fluff that surrounds this prompt. Which! I may add that the idea came off a fanfic I’ve read years ago  and I really wanted to write how would Kiro respond to such situation.

I enjoy writing for Kiro- be it fluff or angst. He’s a best boyo. I like writing for all suitors- I just feel like I should give more love to him cause it’s his birth week and not much people requests for him. I could try writing for Helios but... I dunno if it will be good.

As always, send in some prompts!

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May 2020 Angel Fish Awards

(New Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.

The monthly Angel Fish Awards are peer-nominated, meaning ANYONE IN THE POND CAN NOMINATE ANY POND MEMBER’S FIC. While the Pond was founded to support the Guppies, everyone in this community deserves to be showered with love and feedback, and we hope that by opening this up as a Pond wide system, we’ll be able to share the love as far as it can go.

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WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE MAY’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Nominated by @focusonspn

A Night on the Town (oneshot) by @supernatural-jackles

I completely love this fic!! Jensen is a total sweetheart, it’s really easy to read and all those words felt like only five minutes. This is everything a Jensen!girl could’ve asked for!!

Hunger (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer

HOLY. MOTHER. OF. HOTNESS. It was a fucking pleasure for my eyes to read every single word of this fic!! hot as hell, dark, Demon!Dean and in character as always.

Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis 

Handkerchief (oneshot) by @babypieandwhiskey

I don’t usually read RPF, but this is an AU, so I dove in. Mechanic!Jensen with a magical supply of handkerchiefs, ready and willing to clean up whatever mess I find myself in? SOLD. Sweet, appeals to my love of Jensen’s back-pocket bandannas, and it activates my competence kink! Excuse me while I go wibble in the corner.

Nominated by @supernatural-jackles

Still The One (oneshot) by @luci-in-trenchcoats

I have a lot of respect for the way Michelle writes such difficult topics. She approaches them with such grace and accuracy, that makes it all the more realistic. This series is no exception. I deeply enjoy this series and the way things are playing out between Dean and the reader. It’s an extremely heartbreaking story that most of us don’t really think about until it’s put into this kind of perspective. This one is still ongoing, and I’m extremely excited to see how she handles the rest of the story. I highly recommend checking this one out. Just heed the warnings beforehand.

Nominated by @peridottea91

Healthy Competition (Series) by @kittenofdoomage

This! Omg this series! I love it so much!! It’s slower moving but keeps you itching for the next chapter and is oh so relatable. What woman hasn’t had body image issues? And what plus sized woman hasn’t had to deal with rude jerks and bullying? This fic is actually super realistic and hits all those relatable issues. Can’t wait to read the rest!!

Dangerous Signs (Series) by @kittenofdoomage

Ok, let me start by saying that I am a sucker for a good “character transported to alt. universe/world” fic. That said, I got soooooooooo addicted to this fic! It was so well written and you could just feel the reader’s hesitation and torn emotions. Should she stay? Should go? Ugh! Fantastic!! Also, kudos for the Norse mythology!! *chef’s kiss*

Nominated by @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters

Cotton Candy (oneshot) by @ellewritesfix05

“It was always nice knowing [...] you could always find ways to bring light into Dean’s life.”

And he damn well deserves it! This was so sweet. No one can resist that “I didn’t do it” smile of his ;)

The Oath (Series) by @thecleverdame 

This series is definitely dark, but it’s so so good. If you’re okay with reading about the heavy subjects covered in these chapters, you won’t regret giving this series a try. I can’t seem to stop diving into all of this author’s content. She’s just too good.

Choices (CYOE) by @talesmaniac89 

I’ve been excited about this impressive project since I first saw the announcement post. Though I’m ashamed to say I haven’t gotten into reading the full thing yet, I plan on making time for reading ALL the different endings. I’m excited to see the different ways in which the story plays out, depending on the brothers’ personalities. For now, I’m recommending this first chapter, the starting point, which was already a beauty of its own. If you haven’t started yet yourself, prepare to be amazed.

Not Safe (Oneshot) by @torn-and-frayed

I love this. Spicy but sweet… Is that a cringy enough way for me to try and put my thoughts into words? I also just really miss Bobby, man.

nominated by @impala-dreamer

Safe Here (series) by @because-imma-lady-assface

This is one of the greatest Dean series. Ashley writes Dean amazingly well, too well sometimes, and this series gives him exactly what he needs; a place to feel safe and find comfort. I love this one so much!

Losing You (series) by @idreamofhazel

This is a superbly done Sam series that has stuck with me for a long time. I literally can’t go into Bed, Bath & Beyond without thinking about the ending <3

nominated by @kittenofdoomage

Blind Luck (oneshot) by @crispychrissy

A great Sam x reader that hits the holy trifecta of smut, fluff, and angst.

 Blood And Water (series) by @crashdevlin

Pretty sure I’ve recc’d this before but it’s such a good series, so twisted and angsty, my dark little heart loves it. Heed the warnings!

Just Sam (oneshot) by @dontshootmespence

This might not be everyone’s cup of tea but for me, it’s perfection, because I am a kinky bitch and any other kinky bitches out there would definitely enjoy this XD

nominated by @deanwanddamons

Private Party With A Rockstar (oneshot) by @mummybear

@mummybear Has been working her butt off this month for her RolePlay May. She wrote this story for me and put me in it (my name is Sian). Rockstar!Jensen is one of my weakness’s, and she knows that, and clearly knows me very well too, as included everything I like 😉

She’s Not You by @winchest09

@winchest09 is one of my fave authors. This is a super cute, super fluffy fic which really cheered me up.

Dangerous Signs (Series) by @kittenofdoomage

I LOVED this series. it was so good and lots of fun with some very sexy going’s on. Rhi’s work is just fantastic 💕

Wedding Bells (oneshot) by @katehuntington

This one shot is super cute and fluffy! I love her writing so much and this is not exception 💕 

Not Much Left (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer

Demon!Dean is another of my weakness’s and fic really hit the spot 🥵🔥

Dear Dean (series) by @smol-and-grumpy

This series made me laugh, made me cry, made me horny and made me gasp. One of the best series I have read 💕

nominated by @emilyshurley

Jensen’s Self Care Routine (oneshot) - @luci-in-trenchcoats

It is just adorable. People taking care of themselves for their loved ones. You can’t get more fluffy.

The Proposal (series) - @katymacsupernatural (Ongoing)

If you love fake dating fics, you’ll definitely love this one. Really like the character of “the reader”.

Private Party with a Rockstar (oneshot) - @mummybear

This one is both hot and adorable at the same time

You shook me (oneshot) @myinconnelly1

It’s Myin writing Demon!Dean what more do you want? No seriously that’s the perfect combination

Dancing the Spiral (oneshot) by @myinconnelly1

One of the only times I genuinely felt like a fic was creepy in a good way. And the passing of the whole thing is great. Am I little biased because its Myin, yes but that doesn’t make the fic any less good. sure it’s on the longer side but definitely worth it.

The only exception (series) - @ne-gans and @negans-lucille-tblr

I have only read the first part so far but I had to mention it. It is a serial killer AU so read the trigger warnings just in case.

Make it Big (series)- @negans-lucille-tblr

Again I’m still catching up It’s one of those fics I thought I won’t like reading but was really glad that I started.

Cast no Shadow (series) @kittenofdoomage

It’s Rhi, I can fangirl a lot about her fics. Really enjoyed (?) (that might not be the right word) the whole fitting a new relationship in existing ones. Felt to real in a weird way. It might seem like I don’t like the fic because of how I’m wording this but that’s really not the case.

Nominated by @deanwinchesterswitch

Sunshine (oneshot) by @talesmaniac89

If you like angst, this is the fic for you. It is utterly captivating and heart wrenching. It’s a cut your heart out with a dull centuries-old wooden spoon style hurt. The use of the song lines in this fic is well thought out and poetic. Make sure to have a box of tissues handy. If you don’t at least tear up while reading this, then you don’t have a heart to cut out, and your soul is already in hell.

Choices (CYOE) by @talesmaniac89

A clever interactive series where you get to choose your favorite Winchester, and the ending of the story. This is so detailed and intriguing. I loved the story I ended up with the first time, and excitedly went back in to pick the other options. Each story was unique and well written. 

Babe I’m Gonna Leave You (oneshot) by @waywardbaby

This one shot is an absolutely stunning piece of smut. The lack of dialogue makes it that much better. All you’re left with is the option to feel the detailed emotions—sexual tension to the max.

No Words (oneshot) by @because-imma-lady-assface​

Beautiful, detailed, and heartbreaking. Dean’s pain and need for comfort are palpable, and I cried while reading it. I can’t find the proper words to describe how this fic made me feel, but man did it ever make me feel.

Sky Full of Stars (oneshot) by @smol-and-grumpy​​

This is the sequel to Something Just Like This and is just as exciting as the first series. A roller coaster of suspense. The characters continue on their journey of love, dealing with the good and bad that comes with every relationship—the perfect combination of angst and fluff with a healthy dose of smut.

Something Just Like This (oneshot) by @smol-and-grumpy

A perfect combination of big badass Dean and soft, fluffy Dean, along with all the incredible smut your little heart could desire. I usually don’t like to read a series until it is complete, because I am impatient and don’t want to wait for the next chapter to post. However, this story was intriguing and sexy, and I couldn’t keep from reading each chapter as soon as it posted and then eagerly anticipating the next.

Nominated by anon

Request 42 (oneshot) by @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters

This was super-duper cute!! I love frustrated soon to be parents especially when one of those parents is Dean! Great work, well worth the read!

Just A Daydream (onesho) by @maddiepants

This fic is refreshing with its canon-ness! I love Sam's little dream, and you get so wrapped up in it, you forget. Absolutely masterful and HOT AS HELL! Also, Tall People, WTF? 

Thank you all for the awesome work and great feedback!

These are not actual awards! This system is set up so everyone in the pond has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, and the more everyone remembers to submit their own fics after posting, the better this will be :D

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

[briarberrythornedhart]

When you have Pocket Aces you don’t bluff

🦇 ♦️ 🦇 ♣️ 🦇 ♠️ 🦇 ♥️

Contains: fluff, Eddie Munson x reader

Your new roommate - or apartment mate - was a great guy.

He did dishes, he kept the bathroom clean, was uncannily good at fixing things, he made a lasagna that tasted like heaven, he never failed to cheer you up after shitty days at work, always paid his half of the rent on time. You truly had no complaints.

Except the one.

He was so hot. Too hot. But you could deal. You could be a good friend and roomie and not lust after his fine person constantly.

Probably.

Unfortunately- He was a big flirt. At first you thought it was just his usual way of speaking. Clearly he couldn’t help it. Or he was so pretty that everything out of his mouth seemed extra salacious.

But, after weeks of watching Eddie flirt at Steve, Argyle, Vikki, Murray Baumann, and the Sinclair siblings’ MOM -

until she told him to watch his fool mouth and be respectful!,

and recently with Joyce AND Hopper at the same time, well…

“Why don’t you flirt with me?” Came popping out of your mouth when you couldn’t take thinking about it silently for another second.

Eddie took a guitar pick out of his mouth. “Sorry? Say wha- now?” He’d been focused on practicing guitar - percussive playing with harmonics or something... but now you had his undivided attention. He turned toward you on the couch, eyebrows up high - hidden by his curly fringe.

“You flirt - a lot - with a lot of people - but not with me, what gives?” You leaned into it, damage already done by bringing up this thing that had been bothering you. “You’ll just sit on Argyle’s lap, you’ll tell Vikki she looks mega hot, You asked Steve if his lips tastes as good as they look...”

You watched Eddie swallow/gulp and he rubbed his fingers on his thighs. “I can’t just… “ he licked his lips, “...say whatever comes to mind with you, I’d go too far... you’d get mad.”

“Try me.”

Eddie’s body language transmitted his reluctance - like a full-body whine. “I really can’t tho!”

“Ah.” You took a breath. “Because you just... can’t think of me that way.” You said flatly. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed. I should probably go do some laundry or something...” You needed to get away from this situation. You felt too vulnerable, too sad. Too foolish.

What the fuck were you thinking even bringing this up?? Things were so good! Why’d you always pick at scabs??

“Nooo!” Eddie scooted closer, stood up, too, put a hand on your arm which stopped you from running away. “It’s not that. Look. I love living here. You’re really the only person that will put up with my bullshit, other than my Uncle. Did I tell you he used to sleep on a cot - the man is nearly 50 he deserves his own real-ass bed. And if you get annoyed with my bullshit, I’ll be on his couch and...”

“I’m not sure what ‘bullshit’ you are referring to, you are a great roommate, actually.” He was.

“You are a great roommate, too.” Eddie twirled a lock of hair around his finger. “I know it looks like I’m hitting on lots of people, right? But It’s not serious. I’m clowning, because it’s safe. How I feel about you... is serious. Real. We are really close and it means the world to me. So I don’t ask you if those lips taste as good as they look - and they do look good - because...”

“Because you know I’d say ‘why don’t you find out?’ and call your bluff and it’d be a whole thing.” You sighed.

There was a dreadful silence - it felt like 50 years passed, but it was probably only 7-10 seconds or so.

Eddie bit his thumb. “You look really pretty today.” He said, nodding his head forward like a little bow.

“So do you. For the record.” you informed him.

“This outfit looks great on you.” he traced a finger around the neckline of your top.

“It’d look better crumpled up on your bedroom floor.” You suggested.

“If I fireman-carry you to my bed, and call your bluff, you gonna kick me out of the apartment?”

“Of course not. I’m not bluffing.”

“Neither am I.” Eddie licked his grinning lips, bent low and plowed into your stomach, picking you up and holding your legs to his chest. He stood there for a moment holding you- until you poked him in the back. And then he laughed and carried you to his bed.

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Win Condition: True Love

Contains: fluff, Dustin and Eddie friendship, discussion of sex, boardgames, Eddie x fem!Reader

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“So things are good with you, I take it?” Dustin asked, archedly, while he took his turn.

Dustin’s planned board game night FOR JUST THE GUYS was off to a rocky start because only Eddie had shown up. Dustin had brought out his dusty copy of Albion:The Land of Faerie which was 2-player.

“Yeah.” Eddie rubbed his new tattoo gently through its bandage. It was a black-winged-heart with some very special initials inside. He knew he could Not Stop Smiling lately and it was clearly noticeable to others.

“I didn’t think she’d be your type… not in a bad way, it is just surprising that you are together, no offense.” Dustin shrugged.

It was surprising to Eddie as well —and again -- not in a bad way.

He loved it.

He loved her.

“No offense taken, dingus. I don’t have a ‘type’.” Eddie laughed. “I mean, I do, but it’s about their smile, their eyes, their ... energy I guess… she’s really something special though…”

The way he’d catch her looking at him, a smile playing on her pretty lips - even when someone else was talking to her.

The way she tucked herself under his arm no matter where they were or who was watching.

The way she would wistfully ask for ‘just one more kiss??’ before she had to leave for work.

And also the way she was totally matching his energy in the bedroom.

And all the other rooms.

And even once outside in the shitty gazebo during a thunderstorm...

She’d suggested new positions. She’d dirty talk into his ear until he was basically melting. She’d be positively filthy with him. It was perfect. Was she Eddie’s type? Yes.

Eddie’s type was maybe... ‘a little slutty, but only for me”.

“It’s your move, Eddie.” Dustin was looking at him with knit brows.

“I’m just so surprised to be on the receiving end of this much…” Eddie waved his hands around in the air to try and conjure a word less crass than ‘horniness’.

Eddie was horny but she was -like- a sexy Angel for wanting him back so much, “ummmm… desire…yes. She is desirous of me. It’s fuckin’ great.”

Eddie spread his arms out wide and fell back into the recliner in Dustin’s living room, chuckled and sighed.

“I’m happy for you, can we focus…?” Dustin tapped the board and then gasped. “Oh shit! I’m totally gonna lose!! This sucks!”

“You know what she said yesterday…” Eddie huffed a laugh he couldn’t contain and rubbed his palms on his knees. “She said it’s stupid that people say ‘sucks’ for something being bad. She said it makes zero sense because most people like being sucked on somewhere and that it’s disrespectful to people who enjoy sucking on things.”

“Seriously??...” Dustin grumped. “… should I just concede now, because I’ve blown my win condition.”

Eddie put up one finger, “‘Blown’ is also a weird wording…”

“Eddie!! C’mon!!! The game????” Dustin was exasperated.

“Sorry, sorry, but, I have listened to you talk my ear off about the charms of ‘Red’ and Suzie, and more recently Lady Applejack- so be patient with me if I’m a teeny bit distracted just now by the charms of my... oh!? Well... shit.” Eddie looked at the board. Really looked. He wasn’t playing the best game of his life either. “...hmmm, let’s play Talisman instead?”

“Deal.” Dustin swept the chits off the table and into the box lid.

Eddie heard the others arrive - crosstalk, the shuffling off of coats and scarves and winter boots.

“Sorry for being tardy to the party, guys!” Lucas said, smiling and shaking a Surfer Boy box. “But we brought pizza!” He sang.

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Eddie knocked on her apartment door.

She answered in her pajamas - which might as well have been lingerie with how good she looked to Eddie.

“Sorry I’m so late.” He said, scratching the back of his head and wincing.

Her smile was concentrated sunshine. “You can always just let yourself in with your key, ya’ big goof.” She had given him a key, and a whole drawer in her dresser, and put a few cute items into a milk crate in his bedroom and they were already talking about getting a place together and it felt right.

She tugged him by his waistband until he was pressed against her - her hands finding everywhere he longed to be touched. She buried her face in his shoulder, her lips kissing up his neck to reach his mouth. She kissed him like she hungered for him, biting, sucking (the good kind), devouring.

Eddie kissed her back like he needed her kisses in order to live.

She pulled back to ask. “How was Dustin’s boys-only game night? Did you win?” And then she took his hand and tugged him towards the bed.

“No, but I’m winning now.” Eddie realized out loud. “Win condition: met”

Inspired by @racoonboywrites

[briarberrythornedhart]

Crybaby mine

Contains: Eddie xGal!Reader, Reader crying, I don’t believe in ‘cringe’ or ‘simp’ as problems- so if you are bothered (hugs)you might want to give this a miss/scroll away, non descriptive mention of sex stuff, FLUFF, Eddie Munson Character Study.

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Eddie is a tuff guy, right?

Everyone knows this.

He’s stubborn.

He has brass balls when it comes to defying authority.

He gets his way with his friends - borderline bullying them into his preferences, just ask his band and watch their eyes all roll.

He’s cynical.

Didn’t believe in fluffy stuff like true love or soul mates (but is coming around to the idea).

Believes most people are selfish assholes most of the time.

Makes jokes rather than talk about his emotions.

He definitely isn’t in therapy and absolutely needs it.

And he’s not had a lot of (any) experience with gals crying and...

then he meets you.

The first time he saw tears in your eyes he felt it like a sword through his heart.

He was racked with confused guilt - what had he done? It had to be his fault somehow.

He knelt at your feet and asked for forgiveness and you smiled at him and said you’d just had a shit day - nothing to do with Eddie and wasn’t he just the sweetest boy ever??

One smile from you, one little compliment, and the world was reborn.

The second time he felt a little wiser. He’d gotten to know you better. He also knew he’d been a sweetheart to you all week. He’d been really reigning in his impulse to mess with you just to get a reaction. Which was hard work for Eddie!

So when he saw your tears he felt redhot anger at someone spike through his brain. Some dickhole had hurt his girl. Revenge would be swift and thorough!

Okay you weren’t really his girl (yet. he had hope) but you might as well be!!

He was your best guy friend. Your bard. Hadn’t you knighted him with your pencil just the other day maybe as a joke but...

He’d make it right. Anything in his power he’d do for you. Acts of service and devotion.

Soup? Did you want soup???

Or a hug?

Or a drive out into the country where you could scream until you felt better?

You told him it was just that you were hoping for a promotion at work and got passed over for some less qualified dude. Again.

He offered to let the air out of the dude's tires every day for a month.

You declined but told him you adored him. And he was floating off that all day.

When he finally asked you out - for serious - on a date not a friendly hangout, not a ‘everyone is getting together and do you wanna go’ - no - a real date, you cried and he lost his mind a little.

“It’s-it’s okay if you don’t wa-wanna. I know we’ve been friends for a-a long while and that’s special to me too...” He stammered.

But you kissed him and while he was GLiTChinG oUT that your lips had finally been ON HIS, you told him they were happy tears.

That flipped a switch in Eddie’s brain.

He always wanted to make you the most happy you could be. If that meant tears, well... he would find every trigger for happy tears.

Flowers, candles, cooking for you, massaging your feet, calling you ‘princess’ with no trace of sarcasm, getting a tattoo of your name on his upper thigh, opening every door for you, carrying you piggy back through the mall, learning every sexual technique he could, bringing you little presents because something just made him think of you, writing you songs, writing you love letters, and on and on.

Until he was master of your tears and you were HIS Crybaby.

[briarberrythornedhart]

His Day, His Year, come Hell or High Water

Contains: Fluff, Eddie Munson x you, no gender markers for you, implied Claudia Henderson x Uncle Wayne Munson, Post season 4 injury/recovery, Flight of Icarus references

Eddie didn’t want to use the cane when he walked the stage, but Dustin pressed it into his hands. “Dude, there’s no shame in using an aid... a tool. ‘Sides, do you want that dickhole Higgin’s to see you stumble.”

Eddie nodded and clutched the cane like a sword.

Uncle Wayne straightened Eddie’s mortar board hat. It had been hand-painted last night with the Hellfire Club crest, “You’re momma woulda been real proud. I’m proud too.”

Wayne gave Eddie the standard Munson-man hug with 4 solid back-pats and went to find his seat.

Eddie’s dad wouldn’t show. Eddie’s dad didn’t think any of this education rigmarole was worth the effort, and even if he’d been released from jail he wouldn’t even shown up to the party unless he needed money.

Eddie looked out at his fellow graduates. Most of them were shocked to see him here. Some were angry.

But Eddie had a surprisingly large group here to support him. The Hellfire club was here, including Erica Sinclair, and also his newer non-nerd friends (forged in fire & incredibly dire and perilous straits) Harrington, Buckley, Wheeler, and Red had all shown up.

Even newly reinstated Sheriff Hopper (who had been alive in Russia all along!!??!) and his new family had come to support Eddie. Hopper gave Eddie a graduation card that had “I knew you had it in you, kid.” scrawled inside and a 10 dollar bill. Joyce Byers-Hopper baked Eddie cupcakes with gold sprinkles on the frosting.

And last but not least, in his corner, was you.

While he waited for his name to be called He could see you there in your seat - close to the front row, right behind Ms Kelley. You were all dressed up and looking like a dream - chatting with Buckley and Wheeler. You met his gaze and blew him a kiss. Eddie ‘grabbed’ the kiss from the air and put it in his pocket. For later.

Maybe it was Dustin, the Sinclairs, Buckley, and Harrington who had saved Eddie’s actual life, but you had transformed it.

It was you that spoke with the Sheriff’s department and the VERY next day they closed the murder cases and declared (deceased) Jason Carver as the likely killer.

It was you who sat in Principal Higgins office with a copy of the Hawkins school board bylaws, selections from the Federal Department of Education Civil Rights statutes (specifically the section on age discrimination), and Eddie’s health records from his hospital stay until Higgins agreed to let Eddie graduate this Year.

It was you who had arranged with Claudia Henderson to hold a graduation party in her backyard and convinced Uncle Wayne to do the grilling. Not that it took a lot of convincing for either of them to want to plan a party together. They were together a lot lately.

It was you who had found Eddie a tie that was a deep dark red, helped him tie it into a respectable not too tight half-windsor under the black button up that modestly covered a love bite you’d left on his neck. It was you who affixed the tie with a tie-pin shaped like a scottish claymore.

It was you who had headed off as soon as you arrived at Hawkins Auditorium with Eddie and Uncle Wayne - to reserve a whole row of chairs as the *Eddie Munson supporter section*.

As much as Eddie wanted to give Principal Higgins 2 middle fingers and a slew of deserved profanity, it was you that held him back. Not that you wouldn’t approve - you’d probably laugh, but he wanted to be on his most gentlemanly behavior today, because you were watching.

Because you love him.

Because he loves you too.

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Me looking at my little fics posted here with one “like” and no reblogs. It’s okay bb story, u r special.

[briarberrythornedhart]

A Hellfire Surprise

Present Day (Aged 59) Eddie Munson is listening to an old iPod with wired headphones. He refuses to upgrade and he will not stream music unless forced by extreme circumstances.

It’s his birthday. He’s cooking dinner. Trying a recipe for something he ate on tour with Coffin back in the day and always wanted to make for you.

You’ve been married 22 years He has been making a silly joke (weekly since your anniversary) about your marriage being old enough to drink.

You bring him his present. You tap on his shoulder to get his attention.

His forehead creases and the corner of his mouth lifts. “What is this, baby?”

“You don’t recognize it?”

“Of course I recognize it!!” He takes it from your hands gently. Holds it up to the light. Huffs a small laugh. “Didn’t know you’d ever seen it?!! Gawd this brings back memories!”

“Dustin showed me his old D&D stuff, some cute pictures of you guys in High School and the shirts… this crest. So… I had to!” You explain.

“I love it.” He says. “I love it more than your - give no fucks take no shit cross-stitch sampler, even. It’s going in my studio.”

You give him a kiss. Going for sweet, but, Eddie drives you back into the fridge with his hips, hands in your hair, making his growly noises into your mouth and against your neck.

He pulls back and looks at your gift again.

“I draw better dice now.” He muses.

“Sure, but I wanted to preserve the original as much as possible.”

“Dinners almost done. Wanna have dessert first?” He says, kicks up his eyebrows, and lays another scorcher of a kiss on you. He is not referring to the pistachio ice cream affogato you have the components for in the freezer.

“After dinner you get the rest of your present. It’s hidden under these jeans.” You wink cheekily.

Eddie chases you around the house hissing “my birthday present… the precious…” until you relent and have a quickie on the sofa.