Do you wanna touch me? (oh yeah) || Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: When you and Eddie take a different route in the Upside Down, you come across a strange fungus that leaves you with some unintended side effects.

Couple: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: sex pollen, graphic smut, masturbation, penetration w an object, pillow humping, best friends to lovers, mild dubcon due to the nature of sex pollen, but mutual attraction and pining is underlying it all, implied bisexual reader

Word Count: 6k

When you said you would follow Eddie Munson into hell, you hadn’t meant literally. But you’d followed him to Rick’s, laying low and sneaking supplies when you could. It didn’t occur to you at the moment that by being loyal to your best friend, you might also incriminate yourself in the murder investigation. And then you followed him to Lover’s Lake, then Skull Rock, and then back to Lover’s Lake. You dove in after him without thinking and immediately regretted it when you were struck with the fact that you were a really shitty swimmer. 

And then you were in hell. Rabid-looking bats, scary vines, Steve Harrington spitting out ichor while blood oozed from puncture wounds. You had come through on your promise to Eddie so many times over that he would never be able to pay you back for it. And you ruined your favorite shirt with fucking interdimensional bat blood. 

There wasn’t time to cry over spilled milk in the Upside Down, so you trekked on towards the Wheeler’s. Everything had been fine, for a little while. Maybe it was a bad idea to split up the way that you had, but Eddie swore he could get you to the Wheeler’s faster if you just cut through this sketchy sliver of woods. Steve, Nancy, and Robin were going to stick to the safe path, but Eddie was stubborn, and you couldn’t let him go off alone. 

“This fucking sucks,” you muttered, grimacing at the wet slap of your clothes as you moved. “I got this top at Gadzooks before Starcourt closed, my shoes are probably ruined, and my hair looks like shit.”

“Poor, poor baby,” Eddie said mockingly, pushing out his bottom lip in a false pout. You rolled your eyes and shoved him lightly enough that he didn’t careen into the nest of vines to his right. “I’ve got it worse. Do you know how fucked leather gets when it gets wet and then dries? And my rings. I’m gonna have to polish the shit out of them.”

“I dunno,” you said, casting a sideways glance. “They look kind of badass caked in nasty bat blood.” Eddie grinned wolfishly, his canines glinting in the soft grey light. You slammed into something solid suddenly, and it took a few moments to realize that he’d thrown his arm out.

“Do you see that?” Eddie asked, lowering his arm a bit, but still holding it in front of you. You furrowed your brows, but it wasn’t long before you spotted it in the distance. A layer of a bioluminescent fungus had grown on one of the trees, making it glow an eerie blue in the low light. 

wish you were sober.

you were pretty drunk, to say the least.

parties were something you would usually regret going to five minutes after arriving, yet you always managed to wind up in them. this time, the biggest one yet was being held at james potter's house. you were pretty sure he invited the whole bloody year over. good thing his parents were away for that week. he just happened to be another one of your and sirius' good mates, so you didn't even have to ask him to know whether he'll be there or not. and where sirius goes, you go too. because for one, you would become bored out of your mind without him at some point in the night, and two, he was your best friend. the best friend you definitely did not have feelings for.

so, there you were, stood on the balcony of what you assumed was one of the guest bedrooms, clutching a plastic cup filled with orange juice and a strong alcohol of some sort. you weren't even sure what was in it, it tasted like absolute shit and it made your throat sting harder than anything you'd ever drunk, but it was enough to get you wasted and that's what mattered. you were leaning maybe a tad bit too close to the railing, one simple push from behind would have you landing straight into the tussle the blokes bellow you appeared to be having.

"don't fall over." sirius warned from behind you. he came back from a quick trip to the bathroom. you scoffed, whining when he tugged at the sleeve of your (his) leather jacket to help you come inside.

you spent most of the party on the second floor, trying to stay away from the bigger crowd. you hadn't seen james for most of the party, and you could only assume what he was getting up to since lily was nowhere to be seen either. you had remus with you for a while, however. he wasn't very fond of parties, so he opted for staying upstairs with the pair of you where it was a little less rowdy for as long as he was able to. at some point in the night mary and peter came looking for him. you were surprised when he actually left you and sirius for them, and you simply could not grasp why it happened. sirius could though, he was guilty of staring at you like a lovesick idiot (that of course flew over your head because you couldn't even walk properly let alone think straight) and remus wasn't about to watch the two of you snog right next to him.

sirius was sober, much to everybody's surprise. you couldn't pinpoint why he wasn't in the mood for drinking, and why he was only on his second bottle of beer four hours into the night. in any other scenario, he'd be stumbling around the house, most likely butchering one of abba's songs despite always putting on a face whenever james and the girls wanted to listen to them. he told you it was the party that bored him.

unbeknownst to you, he decided not to drink much that night after seeing you had different plans. sirius wanted to make sure you would get home safely (after experiencing several train-wrecks trying to walk home with you while both of you were hammered). he also wanted to unsure that nobody else would try to do anything stupid to you in your drunken state. many blokes had their eyes on you, and very obvious to everybody but yourself, sirius despised all of them. he wanted them nowhere near you. he always let his jealousy get the best of him somehow, at least that's what remus liked to say. but they didn't deserve someone as good as you, he'd tell himself, nor were they worthy of your attention. sirius loved you, he really did, but of course, you were too oblivious to realise how much he truly cared for you, even when you weren't intoxicated.

"okay, mum." you rolled your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder the moment you made it to the couch. "is this your fourth one?" he looked down at the cup in your hand with furrowed eyebrows.

"sixth." you giggled, waving the cup around. he managed to catch it before it fell out of your hand and spilled everywhere, and then threw it out the open window.  "you've had enough."

"you twat, i was drinking that." you attempted to reach for your long lost drink, but failed when you felt a jolt of pain shoot through your head and you fell onto sirius' lap. you turned from your side and onto your back, and finally took note of the way he was looking at you. he seemed worried, and even your drunken self could see that. you scrunched your face up and poked at his chest, drawing a laugh from him.

your head was seriously begging to spin, partially because of the alarming amount of what you hoped was only vodka in your system, but partially because of sirius. and his stupid smile, and his stupid hair, and his stupid self that you adored with your whole being.

the alcohol in your body must have truly been messing with your brain, because you suddenly blurted out something you would never, ever, dared to have said while sober;

"i really wanna kiss you." it was almost inaudible, but sirius definitely heard it. he stiffened, sucking in a breath. he wanted more than anything in the world to kiss you, but not while you were in this state.

"y/n, no, you're drunk." sirius shook his head. you sat up with a pout on your face. he let his head fall down with sigh, and then glanced back at you only to be met with your disappointed expression.

"am i not pretty enough?" you took his hands into yours. he didn't pull them away.

"y/n, don't be silly." he massaged your knuckles with his fingers. your face didn't change, and your drunken mind couldn't make any sense of what he was saying. all you understood was the word no, and that was enough to break your heart.

"that's not an answer." you whined, leaning forward in attempt to kiss him. sirius instinctively moved away, causing you both to slide off the couch and straight onto the floor. you fell onto his chest. he huffed, gently pushing you off of himself and standing up. he took your hand and pulled you up, and you collapsed against him.

your face was pressed against his shoulder and his arms were tightly wrapped around you, preventing you from falling and holding you in place. you felt safe in his embrace.

"y/n." he said softly. you looked up at him, lips pouty and eyes glossy. "i knew it. you don't think i'm pretty enough to kiss."

"love, you're not sober enough to kiss." you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. he laughed, helping you stand up properly. you murmured something incoherent, latching onto his arm so that you don't fall over. 

"i'll kiss you when you're sober," he cupped your cheeks and smiled in attempt to reassure you. you so shook your head with a frown. that was not anything near satisfying enough for you. the emotional outburst, along with all of the vodka you consumed that was making your stomach turn, became too much to bear.

you pushed him out of the way, and made a clumsy run out onto the balcony. you caught onto the railing, leaned over it, and everything you had eaten and drank that day came back out. and again. and then again. at least it broke up the silly fight going on down there. amidst all of that, you felt one of sirius' hands patting your back, and the other holding your hair away from your face.

you turned around and stumbled back inside, groaning in pain, feeling completely and utterly humiliated. "are you alright now?" he questioned worriedly as he followed after you.

"think so." you nodded, your face beet red from the shame you were feeling. you two managed to waddle downstairs and out of the house without any additional incidents (other than almost stepping onto a sleeping emmeline on the stairs and then running into marlene and dorcas who were eating each other's faces in the hallway).

"climb onto my back." sirius kneeled down in front of you once you successfully made it out onto the pavement in front of james' house. you obliged, feeling only slightly happier seeing that he will give you a piggyback ride home. it was the easiest solution he could think of, as trying to walk you back to your house with your wobbly legs would be a lot more challenging. yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that, both of you ended up with scraped elbows and bruises on your knees.

"promise." you snuggled your face into the back of his neck, inhaling his scent. it always calmed you, it felt like home. "hm?"

"promise that you'll kiss me."

"i promise." oh how he wished you were sober.

about a six days later, you were at it again, at marlene's birthday party. but this time, it was sirius who had too much to drink, not you. after having the worst hangover of your life the week before, you refused to touch any type of alcohol that was offered to you and decided to keep watch of your best friend, just like he kept watch of you. you tried not to leave his side, even in the crowded living room, where the air was so thick you could barely breathe, and where you couldn't even hear yourself think because of all the noise, coming both from the attendees and the record player in the corner.

"is the room spinning for you? it's spinning for me." sirius looked up at the ceiling, a drunken laugh slipping past his lips.

"how about you sit down?" you suggested, laughing when he managed to smack himself in the face.

"nah." he brushed you off, reaching for the cup with some sort of strange cocktail that he left on the windowsill. he took a swig, and then looked at you, smiling like an idiot.

"has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?" he tilted his head to the side. you felt heat rush to your cheeks and you awkwardly squirmed in your spot. "i've heard it once or twice." you swallowed, crossing your arms and looking down at your knees in embarrassment. you cursed inwardly for feeling so affected by his compliments, he wasn't thinking straight at all.

"you should hear it every day." you bit your tongue and glanced over at him. your eyes widened in horror when he began losing his balance. you instinctively reached for his arm, pulling him by the sleeve of his jacket and making him collapse onto the couch next to you.

"ouchie." he giggled, nuzzling his face into your arm. you were as still as a statue, pupils blown wide and face burning red. you didn't have the heart to push him away, so you let him do his thing, as long as it didn't go any further than that.

"y/n." he murmured.

"hm?" you sighed, averting your eyes to pandora and a bloke you didn't know a couple of meters away from you. they looked like they were about to snog any second. you exchanged a knowing glance with regulus who just happened to be passing by the pair of you. he didn't quite stick around though, and you couldn't blame him.

"you're really beautiful." sirius murmured. you inhaled sharply, mumbling a quiet thank you.

"y/n." he said again.

"what, sirius?" you turned your head towards him this time, noticing that his face had scrunched up.

"i think i'm gonna be sick."

of course he was. you almost lost count of how many drinks he downed, so you found yourself waiting outside of the bathroom, leaning against the wall with sirius sitting on the floor next to you.

"y/n." he managed to choke out. "yes?" you groaned, looking over at the bathroom door for the nth time. you gave up on beating the shit out of it when no answer came from the other side, though you were very much annoyed by whoever was in there because why the hell were they taking so bloody long.

"you know what we said at james' party?" he mumbled, his head falling to the side and resting on your legs. yes, you do. though you pretended not to remember anything that morning last week when sirius stayed over at your house after dragging you there. he didn't bring anything up either, so you thought it was safe to assume that he believed you couldn't recall what was said and that he could get away with it.

the truth is, he really did think you forgot and didn't want to make things awkward. he had feelings for you and he never tried to lie to himself about it, but much like yourself, was a bit oblivious. he chalked the whole "kiss me" outburst of yours up to the alcohol and refused to think or talk about it.

but now, his thoughts weren't exactly the clearest. he was too drunk to control what was coming out of his mouth.

"not really. many things were said." you cleared your throat, refusing to look at him. he grunted, struggling to get up onto his feet. when he did, he fell slack against you, throwing his arms around you.

"kiss." he sniffled. you squirmed out of his hold, sighing. "what about it?"

"i said i'll kiss you when you're sober," you nodded slowly, tapping your foot on the floor nervously, "now you're sober."

you laughed, shaking your head, "yes, but you're not."

"doesn't matter." he argued, pulling you into a hug again. the bathroom door opened just as he did.

"oh, for fuck's sake crouch." you cursed as barty walked past you with a satisfied smirk and a blushing evan trailing behind him. you rolled your eyes and quickly dragged sirius inside.

"what was i saying? oh yeah, it does matter." you retorted, leading him over to the toilet bowl. you had a death grip on him, making sure he doesn't fall because that would be simply disastrous, and you could finally breathe normally once you made it there. "how?" he leaned against it, looking up at the ceiling. he just seemed so... sad.

"because you're not sober." you stated the obvious. he whined, flailing his arms around like an angry toddler. "that's not important, i said i'll do it."

"sirius, forget the promise–"

"i don't care about the promise, i just wanna kiss you." he cried and launched himself forward into your arms. you didn't push him away this time, but held him instead, running your hands through his messy hair. "how about we kiss when we're both sober?" you suggested, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat. you were certain that it would never happen, and that you'll just keep making promises you know you can't keep.

"deal. tomorrow." he pulled back, sticking out his pinkie finger.

"tomorrow?"

he nodded. "promise." you locked your pinkie with his, and whispered, "okay, promise."

he was throwing up in the toilet ten seconds later. what a way to end your night.

the morning after, you woke up early, with sirius already awake and lying next to you, wrapped up into the blankets as if he was in a cocoon. only his eyes were peeking out and he smiled when you met his gaze. he looked adorable, you swore it was the best sight you had ever woken up to.

"good morning to you too." you chuckled tiredly, sitting up and rubbing your eyes with a yawn. "how are you feeling?"

"everything hurts and i smell bad, but other than that, i'm feeling fantastic."

"wonderful." you replied sarcastically, lifting up the blankets from your body to get out of bed. sirius tugged at your wrist before you could do that.

"what?" you met his eyes, and you instantly knew what he was thinking. "why didn't you say anything last week?" your lips formed into a thin line.

"figured you said it not to hurt me," you shrugged, looking down at your fingers which were now intertwined with his, "not 'cause, you know, you actually wanted to kiss me."

"i wouldn't have said it if it wasn't what i wanted." the honesty in his voice destroyed you. you didn't even have to look at him to know that he was telling the truth. your vision became blurry, and you fell into his arms.

you held onto each other for a good minute, and then pulled apart, only to collide again, letting your lips meet. you were finally kissing him, kissing your best friend. your best friend who was finally sober.

"ew, morning breath." you pushed him away, letting your head rest on his shoulder and laughing uncontrollably. "this is the worst moment we could have picked to profess our love each other." sirius chuckled along with you.

"you're the one who decided to get all cheesy at the crack of bloody dawn." you lifted your head to look at him, and you couldn't help but smile. he looked so happy, you wanted to kiss every single inch of his face.

"i'm mental about you, you know." he said softly, wrapping his strong arms around you. you buried your face into his neck, sighing in content, "i'm mental about you too."

losers and the supernatural | steve harrington x reader

summary Steve has a theory about Hawkins being divided into two subsets. You try to work out where you fit within that. [4.5k]

warnings fluff, getting together, confessions, first kiss, mutual pining, pre-s4, no major s4 plot spoilers, gn!reader, shy!reader

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Steve isn’t how you remember.

In school you’d thought he was a bit of a jerk. A hot jerk with stupid nice hair, but a jerk. It’s a surprise to see him uninjured for once, remembering the bruise that had covered his face during your last year of school, a bouquet of yellows and purples, and another surprise to see him at all behind the desk at Family Video.

“Hey,” he says, at first sounding hesitant and then with a little more of his familiar bravado, “Y/N, how’s it going?”

He leans over the desk on his elbows. You flounder – you hadn’t expected to see him.

“Hi.” You pull your strappy bag closer to your chest.

“What are you looking for?”

You can feel the heat rising in your cheek, distracted by him. He’s more attractive than you remember, his big hand scrubbing over the bottom of his face as he waits patiently for your answer. You’ve never been good with people, with anyone housing a drop of popularity. You’d depended on weird Keith being here to get through a human interaction without sweating.

“Do you guys have Dressed to Kill?” you ask quietly.

“Sure thing. You want me to get it?”

You nod, chancing a glance at him. He’s watching your hands where they abuse the hem of your shirt. You let them fall to your sides.

Steve rounds the desk and starts to where the tape must be hiding, stopping a foot away and making a small motion with his hand for you to follow so you do, the distance between you closing fast.

He smells of a musky cologne, bergamot and citrus hiding under a heavier smell, like sage or lavender, maybe both. It’s distracting. You’re still breathing him in when he pulls the movie down from its shelf and offers it to you.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary steve likes you, eddie munson’s best friend, to the point of heart palpitations. you feel the same way about him [6k]

warnings fluff, getting together, mutual pining, first kiss, first date, eddie munson is a good friend, steve is hopeless, fem!reader, reader is hellfire club adjacent, reader is an overthinker and steve is a softie, pre-s4 post-s3, no s4 spoilers besides eddie + hellfire club existing

𓆩❤︎𓆪

The first time Steve sees you he’s smitten.

You’re sitting on the stoop of Eddie Munson’s trailer. Coolest girl he’s ever seen – and Steve doesn’t go for the edgy type. Crazy cool clothes, hair all messy pretty and your eyes edged in dark makeup, you’re fiddling with the cassette player in your lap, brows pinched in frustration.

Steve can’t look long. He’s dropping the lunch club off for some impromptu Hellfire gathering. The kids pile out, eager to see their new (no, Steve isn’t bitter) friend with a chorus of rushed, half-hearted thank you’s.

You push the headphones off of your ears as his kids approach.

“Hey, Y/N,” they say, one by one as they enter the trailer and disappear from sight.

Steve is two seconds from leaving, swears, when he hears Lucas ask how you are.

“You know,” you say, voice quiet and immediately intoxicating. Steve watches as you slowly push two fingers between your shiny lips and pretend to blow your brains out. You drop on your back and lie there for a moment, chest rising with easy, breezy laughter. The sound draws heat to his cheeks, worse the sight of your naked thighs.

He’s hooked. He has to leave quickly, before you sit back up and indoctrinate him with your looks alone.

The next time he sees you is similar and not. You’re sitting on the ground outside the movie theatre. Again, Steve is playing taxi cab for his doofuses, though this time the thank you’s are slightly kinder, louder - he’d blown off a girl he didn’t stand much chance with in the first place to bring them.

“Love you!” Dustin calls, slamming the passenger door.

You drop the cassette player in your hands and lean your head back against Eddie’s thigh. Steve takes a few seconds to realise you’re looking at him, head tilting this way and that to catch a glance at him through people’s legs.

“Who’s your friend?” he hears you ask Mike.

You Make It Easy

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [9k] prompts: "I almost lost you" "I fucking hate you" "I’m never leaving, promise" and "I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.” A little upside down angst, some soft sex, best friends to lovers.

“God, I fucking hate you,” Steve panted, his voice pained and his words harsh but there wasn’t any heat behind it, his hands soft on you as he pulled you into the rough surface of the rock face. 

“Hey now, that’s not v’nice” you mumbled, voice fuzzy and you hissed in pain when Steve tried to gather you into his side, lifting at your sleeve, exposing the bite marks on your shoulder. 

You really didn’t understand Steve’s confusion at the sight of you appearing from the gate, waterlogged and chest heaving, ready to run for him, fight for him. You knew he’d do the same for you, for any of you. It’s why the idiot was the one to declare he was jumping over the side of the boat in the first place. 

𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary you call your boyfriend eddie from a party in need of saving. or, you lose your t-shirt under mysterious circumstances and eddie has to get you dressed and take you home [3k]

warnings drunk!reader who is a little bit handsy and a lot in love, fem!reader, eddie pov, pure fluff, idiots in love, newly established relationship, some pet names (baby, teddy, handsome), implied of-age drinking, implied weed use

𓆩❤︎𓆪

Face to the ceiling, heart not racing but close to it, Eddie's half adrift in a memory of you from a few days ago. 

You'd been sitting on the floor by his dresser with your hair all pretty in your soft clothes, asking him questions nobody else has ever bothered to ask and listening to the answers like this: face tilted, eyes at attention but creased with a contentedness (or so he'd like to think) and your hands under your chin. 

An honest to god angel.

He's snapped out of his thoughts by the shrill, near piercing ring of the phone. Panic spikes like a knife in his chest at the sound. He scrambles to pick up the receiver where it rests on the amp beside his bed, legs caught in the sheets and hand holding his weight on the bedroom floor. 

He slams the phone against his face and winces at the undue force. "Yeah?" 

His legs inch forward. The palm of his hand aches and he's eager to get off the phone before he falls off of the bed, so when nobody speaks he gets a smidge irritated. 

"Hello? Henderson, if this is-" 

"Hi," someone says.

"Who is this?" 

A laugh that's most certainly yours echoes down the line. "It's me." 

Eddie presses the phone closer to his ear, as if that'll somehow summon you. 

Despite missing you, messing with you is his main prerogative at all times. "I don't know any me's, sorry. If that's-" 

home → steve harrington

a/n: this is part 2 to those things you said, cause i'm a sucker for angst with a fluff ending.

“At least let me drive you home.”

Steve's voice seems to echo down the deserted street as he follows after you, walking just a few steps behind; a distance that's respectful but makes his chest ache, ache so much he feels the need to look down and make sure he's not bleeding. He's not.

He can hear the sound of your heels against the asphalt clearly. This is the only answer he gets.

You don't live close enough to be a comfortable walk — that's why he gave you a ride in the first place. It's a long way and it's cold.

“Y/N,” he tries again, wondering if you'd at least let him put his jacket over your shoulders. He tries once more, louder this time, “Y/N.”

i love you anon, i just love youuu 🥺😭😭😭❤️💕❤️💗❤️ thank you so much, i can’t tell you how much that means to me ♥  | “I always come running back to you.” & “How does it feel to be in love?” & “You can’t keep pretending that didn’t happen okay? Cause it did!” + steve harrington

i.e. you don’t mean to tell steve you love him; you know he’s in love with someone else… too bad you get too drunk to remember that.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧.˚ₓ

“You look great!”

You force a smile at Nancy, who’s half-huddled with Steve at his front door, and give her a quick side-hug as a greeting. The two of them take in your witch costume with curious, affectionate eyes, smiling big smiles, eyes bright with genuine joy. They are your friends.

You’re hiding your feelings, as always. They’re none the wiser, as always.

Even your smile is carefully designed for this party. You’ve gotten incredibly good at this — the fake and forced smiles designed to divert attention, to avoid the questions you don’t want to answer, that you can’t answer. They’re made to avoid suspicion of the feelings that run down the depths of your heart — feelings that shouldn’t exist, feelings that you should have suffocated a long time ago.

You mumble a thank you for her compliment — Nancy’s words are genuine, and it’s not her fault you love someone who doesn’t love you back. 

“Come in, there’s food and drinks in the kitchen,” Steve still has an arm loosely around Nancy’s waist. It’s second nature; he’s practically shining with the joy of having her within arm’s length, absentmindedly, so completely comfortable.

“Okay.”

He smiles, as he has for the past ten years; a kind, simple smile, without needing to hide anything. He’s happy. With her. And somehow, you have to be okay.

It’s only 2 hours later and you’re drunk — not beyond reason, you think, because you’re careful enough not to let yourself cross a line that could make you spill your secrets. But you are drunk; drunk enough to climb out Steve’s window to take a seat on the roof, hand firmly around a half-full bottle of cheap beer.

One lonely tear runs down your cheek, slowly, too small in comparison to everything it holds and means. You wipe it away with the back of your hand, tell yourself it’s the alcohol. 

The beer is getting warm and you hate the taste against your tongue. Still, you go for another sip.

“What are you doing up there?”

you belong with me || s.h

summary: steve harrington's got a girl by his side yet again, and you don't know how much longer you can handle seeing him with other girls when he belongs with you.

word count: 3k

genre: best friends to lovers | angst | hurt & comfort | fluff | happy ending <3

notes: my first steve harrington fic !! i hope i did his character justice :')

All I Ever Wanted Pairing: Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.8K Tags: Best friends to lovers, minor hurt/comfort, half-joking marriage proposals, VERY BRIEF fatphobic comment and general bad-date-behavior, really stupidly soft fluff, pet names instead of y/n.

Summary: Eddie has always been your best friend, the person you'd much rather spend your time with than going out on dates, but he swears he never wants to get married and likes to play the wingman for you, so you've come to terms with the fact that things will always just be platonic between you...or will they?

[AO3]

As the man in front of you chews his steak, open mouthed, and over-explains the American football scoring system you can’t stop your mind from wandering. Your fork pokes at your risotto absent-mindedly as you give your date a blank nod. Before this date, you were confident that a touchdown was worth six points, but the tone with which he’s speaking to you has you doubting yourself on a subject you honestly couldn’t care less about. 

Another nod and a soft “mhm,” prompts him to continue, however, so you figure you have another five to ten minutes of daydreaming before he decides to ask you another rhetorical question and speak over your answer.

Your date drones on, and you can’t help but wonder what you would be doing if you turned down this dinner to hang out with your best friend (like you originally wanted to). 

Jessie’s Girl

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader (one use of Y/N)

Summary: Eddie might be falling in love with you. You might be falling in love with him too…but you’re dating a jock called Jessie who’ll make your school life hell if you break up with him.

Inspiration: Jessie’s Girl, by Rick Springfield

Word count: 5100

Warnings: Jessie the Jackass Jock (is he an OC at this point??), bullying, unhappy relationship, mentions of drug use/dealing/alcohol, swearing, reader has a little sister

A/N: Yes I already wrote a fic based on this song for Steve. It’s my party and I’ll churn out the same self indulgent content if I want to.

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It all started over spilled milk. 

A leather-clad elbow caught yours by accident in the crowded cafeteria of Hawkins High and your carton of milk tipped over the rest of the food on the tray you were carrying. No harm done, considering the fact that you were finished with the tray and were only carrying your rubbish to the bin, but your boyfriend, Jessie, was having none of it. 

“Watch where you’re going, freak.”

You wished that you had a free hand to place on his arm, a silent gesture to leave it, but the words were out of his mouth before you could do anything to stop them. You watched, powerless, as the boy who had bumped into you froze with his back to you both. A mane of unruly dark brown hair, a threadbare denim vest over a leather jacket, fingers adorned with various rings; Eddie Munson had a distinctive silhouette. 

“Yeah, I’m talking to you, freak,” Jessie continued, his voice now raised slightly as he realised that he had an audience forming at the surrounding tables, “You gonna apologise to her?”

If you weren’t already mortified by the way he was speaking to Eddie and the way everyone’s eyes were on the three of you, you would have dwelled more on the way that he didn’t even call you by your name. Eddie had turned to stare at the two of you and you widened your eyes apologetically at him; his expression was carefully neutral, verging on unimpressed. 

“Jessie, he doesn’t need to-”

“Sure he does. Go on, Munson. Apologise.”

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long hair & tattoos (bill weasley & reader) (15/15) *complete*

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A/N: Thank you guys for following along on this ride! It's certainly been a fun one. I'm grateful for all your comments and feedback; it really inspires me to write more. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the ending! Of course, feel free to leave any thoughts. (:

CHAPTER 15: THAT'S ALRIGHT WITH ME

Being back at Malfoy Manor wasn’t favourable either. You’d have rather hopped on a train somewhere and disappeared into the forest to be left alone with your thoughts. However, this was better than being confined with Fred and George and being teased relentlessly about Bill. Every question they had pushed you to the precipice of admitting the truth and you didn’t want them to hear it. If anything, you wanted Bill to hear first.

“(Y/N)!” Narcissa exclaimed when you walked in the doors just before lunch. She was dressed like she was going out to town later this afternoon. “What are you doing here?”

“I can tell you’re absolutely delighted by my presence.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course I am,” Narcissa corrected, her left hand gliding on the stair railing as she descended the steps. “I just wasn’t expecting you back so soon.”

“I’d like to spend a night or two here before,” you stammered, “the big move.”

“Well, it is your home.” Narcissa pursed her lips. “And speaking of the move, your father wants to see if you need an extension on that lease on the penthouse. We can’t imagine Shell Cottage is very comfortable in the winter.”

“Yeah,” you responded non-committedly. 

“Are you joining us for lunch?” she inquired on the last step down.

“I already ate,” you lied. That was enough to satisfy your mother’s question.

“Then we’ll see you at dinner,” she said, passing you and turning the corner. “I’ll have Dobby prepare another seat.”

You nodded. “Sure.”

When your mother was out of sight, you ran up the stairs and turned the corner to your room. You flung the door open to your room and the weight of the past week hit you like an avalanche. You scrunched your face, trying to alleviate the tingle in your nose that you knew all too well—there were tears behind your eyes.

Your mind reeled back to the pleasant memories you shared with Bill, trying to look for little hints and clues. There had to be a flicker of love in those eyes, even if they were just for a split second. Maybe you were a fool for convincing yourself of it because it was clear that Bill didn’t care; he was moving back to Egypt and didn’t consult you or offer the courtesy of letting you know. You. Didn’t. Matter. The weight of that thought was cruel and punishing on your heart.

What was holding him back? Why shouldn’t he fall in love with you?

Then you realized.

𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫  

part one | part two | part three

summary you’re a single mom living three trailers down. eddie thinks you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. queue lunch break visits, rocky road ice cream, a too-big bouquet, and the rainbow connection.

warnings teen mom!reader, fem!reader, r is junie’s birth mother, fluff, hurt/comfort, eddie being a total girl dad (<3), mutual pining, yearning etc, tw for not having much money, general mom struggles :(, slowburn friends to lovers, tw talk of dying (and past lives)

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You're dozing against the back wall in the kitchen when Benny clears his throat. The grease back here while he's cooking tends to get pretty thick and you're tired to begin with. It's a recipe for nodding off. 

Flinching into a proper standing position, you give your boss an apologetic smile. "What?" you ask, blinking hard. 

"Your boy's here." 

"My boy?" 

"Curly hair, tattoos. Looks like he hasn't showered this week. Or any week, actually." Benny laughs, a chesty, self-satisfied chuckle. 

You rush to his side, careful of the spitting hot grill, and follow his gaze out of the kitchen window. Eddie's about two seconds away from opening the glass door, clad in his smart work uniform. 

"He's not my boy," you say. 

Benny scrapes his spatula across the grill's bubbling surface and flips a burger. "If he's the reason you're tired today, you can consider him banned. He's ruining my best waitress." 

"I'm your only waitress." The door opens. Eddie stops in the doorway and casts his gaze around the room. You hide behind the wall and fuss with your hair. "And no, he's not keeping me up. It's Junie." Isn't it always Junie? She's your baby and you adore her, but that doesn't mean she's getting any easier to handle. The terrible twos are persevering with a ferocity you can't quite withstand, or at the very least sleep through. 

"He eating?" Benny asks. 

"I'll go find out." 

You wipe the oil from your nose and grimace as you walk out into the actual seating area of the diner. It's empty but for one person and Eddie, who grins when he sees you. 

"Hey, sweet thing." 

🕷Was it Love or Nicotine?🕷

Eddie Munson x Reader, one shot.

12k words

𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫  

part one | part two

summary you're a single mom living three trailers down. eddie thinks you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen. now friends, you, eddie and junie take a trip to the city. queue oreos with double the cream, a sock related mishap, a display of strength, storybooks, matching pajamas, a velveteen rabbit and a tray of cupcakes to eat on the drive home [15k]

warnings teen mom!reader, fem!reader, r is junie's birth mother, fluff, hurt/comfort, eddie being a total girl dad (<3), mutual pining, yearning etc, tw for not having much money, general mom struggles :(, slowburn friends to lovers, eddie’s mom implied to have passed away, mention of past falsely presumed self-harm (not graphic, just baby eddie scratching a rash and wayne worrying), hair tourniquet + intense panic

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Eddie doesn't mean to come knocking. He's staring at the ceiling with an open tray of Oreos on his chest, chewing through the boredom of a Monday evening and the pain of an aching back when he thinks of you and Junie. 

Toddlers like cookies, right?

He shoves his socked feet into poorly laced converse and turns out all the lights as he leaves. The door slams shut behind him, a rattling of metal ringing into the crisp night while he takes his steps two at a time. 

He starts up the street to your trailer and slows as your home comes into view. The lights are on, the curtains open. You stand in the middle of the room with your eyes closed, stretching to one side with your arms held high above your head. He can see the moment your back pops, see the tension of the day slip away just slightly. The exposed stretch of your tummy shines in the light.

You say something to Junie. He decides to stop acting like a stalker and bumps up your steps, hesitating at the door with a sinking feeling in his stomach. 

What the fuck was he going to say? Hey, guys, I brought a half-eaten tray of cookies. Um. Because I missed you both? Sorry if that's weird? 

"What kind of loser…" he scathes. He doesn't finish, bringing his hand to the door and knocking with a haphazard explanation waiting on the tip of his tongue. 

You open the door a short few seconds later. You smile wide, wide enough to open the yawning gap in his chest all over again. Tonight when he goes home he'll have to close it like he has to so often lately after seeing you. Pretend his feelings for you – whatever they are – are smaller, less terrifying. 

Pairing: Remus Lupin x f!reader

Word Count: 16.7k

Content: Fluff & Angst

Summary: When you are revealed to be fancying someone, Sirius Black and friends take it upon themselves to figure out who it is. Will their highjinks ruin your chances? Or will you finally get the romantic attention of the one and only Remus Lupin?

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“Leave her be, Sirius. Can’t you see the girl’s uncomfortable?”

You couldn’t help the relieved smile that passed over your lips at the boy’s words. There he was again, taking care of you. You hated how he did it so easily.

“Oh Moony why you have to ruin all the fun?” Sirius cackled. He winked at you and continued despite the warning. “Just wanna know who in all of Hogwarts would have our friend all riled up.”

“I am not riled up!” You protested, earning heafty laughs from all across the room. Sharp glares shot out towards your friends. You’d expected a laugh from Sirius, even James, but seeing Lily, Marlene, and Dorcus join in felt like an afront. Even Remus had chuckled. You decided that Sirius needed to back down and you knew just how to do it. “You wouldn’t be able to handle me all riled up, Pup.”

That did it. The lean foreward, the small dip in pitch, a slight pause before the nickname - which included you unabashedly checking him out - and the tiniest smirk took the boy by surprise. The whole room, actually. It came to mind that your friends had never actually seen you be blantantly flirtatious. It was likely because you had no courage to be flirtatious with the one person you desperately wanted to flirt with. But Sirius Black? Easy.