Steve Calling You "Miss" Is Something I Can't Handle.

Steve calling you "Miss" is something I can't handle.

Hi, I wanted to ask you please for a one-shot of Eddie, I was thinking about something Fluff, maybe bestfriends to lovers, thank you very much, I love how you write 💕💖

Starlight Rendezvous | Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader.

a/n: Sorry it took me so long to do it 🥲 in my defense, tumblr hates me so much that it deleted everything I had been doing and I had to do it again :(. Thank you so much for ordering, hope you like it <3 and thanks for the compliment 🥺.

Falling in love with your best friend isn't easy, telling him, much less so. Eddie had a crush on Y/N for years, and Vecna's arrival in Hawkins only increased his need to tell her the truth. Now, some time after he recovery, Eddie is determined to propose, no matter what the response.

Warnings: Fluff, bestfriend! Eddie, Fear of darkness.

Words: 1,547

Autumn had arrived in Hawkins. The cool early morning breeze was blowing the dry leaves all over town. In some houses you could see how families would gather them all into a small pile that, once secure enough, would be unraveled by a mischievous child in the mood for fun.

Eddie was not a big fan of this season, he was bothered by the rustling of the leaves and how spooky some trees could look when they were bare. As a child he would cry at the sight of the hideous shadows reflected in his curtain or on the ground.

Despite that, it wasn't all so bad. He had already managed to overcome that childhood fear, even used it to his advantage, using those imaginary monsters made of shadows to create enemies and use them in DnD as backstories.

Sometimes, when he was alone and silent, he wondered what would have happened if he hadn't met you.

You were one of the main reasons his fear was able to disappear. He met you when he came to Hawkins with his Uncle Wayne. You were taller than him, just a little, had freckles all over your face, and beautiful green eyes. You approached him when a much smaller girl insisted that you should talk to more people. It didn't take long for both of you to become friends as soon as you realized all the things you had in common.

As the years went by your friendship grew and grew, until it formed into a relationship of pure trust, a 'if they do something to you, they mess with me', but even more importantly, it became a relationship of bilateral love, a love that you both preferred to leave it a secret for fear of ruining everything, something you decided to hide behind the shadows and just joke about.

Or at least that's what you thought before Vecna showed up. You were about to lose your best friend, the person who was always there for you, the one who could be the love of your life, and all why? Because of the fear of giving up whatever it were you had.

For Eddie's part, all he could think about was how sensitive humans are. Despite what many believe, they don't live long. They can die easily, at any moment, without warning, what guaranteed him that he would have a third chance to save himself? He couldn't bear to leave this world without telling you everything he felt from the bottom of his heart.

And that brings you to this moment. Both standing facing each other, the autumn breeze fluttering through the air, messing up your hair and making it look even more unreal than it already did to Eddie. Both were breathing heavily, both came running towards each other, each holding a small torn piece of paper with a simple phrase written in the center.

'I need you.

-Y/N'

Eddie's said written in purple crayon, your favorite color.

'I must tell you something important.

-Eddie'

Said yours, the handwriting was much messier and unlike yours, this one was more crumpled.

"What happened?" You both muttered at the same time, confusion growing in your faces.

"You left this at my house" you said, holding up the crumpled, misspelled piece of paper. Eddie squinted, examining the sheet closely.

"True it's my handwriting, but I didn't send that" he pointed to the sheet in his hand, beginning to feel insecurity flutter in his stomach "I guess you didn't send this then".

"No, I didn't" you folded the paper into four pieces, tucking it into the back pocket of your denim shorts "I'm sure Robin played a joke on us".

He just nodded, mentally thanking whoever had done this. He couldn't regret it.

"But..." he swallowed as he saw you staring at him, waiting expectantly for him to say whatever it was he had to say "maybe we could take this moment to walk around a bit, don't you think? It's been a long time since we've talked."

"Okay" you shrugged, hoping not to show how much emotion being alone with Eddie for at least ten minutes was causing you.

Ever since Vecna had attacked, everyone had been on Eddie's case, and for the same reason you could hardly be alone like you used to be. None of you said anything, but you hated how they were interrupted again and again, as if they didn't know what you were feeling.

And yes, everyone knew you liked each other, from 'little' Erica to old Uncle Wayne. And yes, it was absurd to everyone that you hadn't proposed yet, you were too obvious, and even stupider.

"There's a place I've been meaning to take you for a while now, but I haven't been able to do it, you know, with work and all the evaluations" he excused himself quickly, scratching his hair nervously.

"Yeah, easy, I get it" you laughed, taking his hand. Eddie couldn't help but think that this time it felt different, intimate.

You both walked lazily through the woods. You were confused, but it thrilled you to think of the place Eddie had found. He had told you it was beautiful, that it was almost as if it had been made for the two of you. Your feet ached, but you believed Eddie, and if he said it was worth it, then you trust him.

"Wait" Eddie murmured, smiling broadly "you can't see, it's surprise."

"I hope it's as beautiful as you promise" you joked, starting to feel butterflies in your stomach, and not the good kind. It was getting dark and the sound of rustling leaves were scaring you more and more.

"Trust me" he stood behind you, covering your eyes carefully. They walked a little further, Eddie holding your waist carefully, giving caresses almost unconsciously. "We're here" He whispered in your ear, sending a shiver through your body.

But you didn't care, not when you had that view in front of you.

Maybe for many it wouldn't be a big deal, but for you it was almost paradise. Everything was dark, you supposed it was after nine o'clock at night, but still you had never seen anything so bright. The place was full of fireflies flying freely around a rickety van that looked like it had some old hippie drawings on it. Inside the van were some sheets and pillows, from the ceiling hung some white Christmas lights that illuminated the interior almost magically, and among all the tangle of blankets was an old acoustic guitar that had some half deformed drawings of skulls and unreadable words.

"It's..." you approached at a slow pace, circling in place, watching the fireflies float around like little shooting stars "it's beautiful, Eddie".

"It is" he smiled, even though he wasn't talking about the same thing you were. Since he uncovered your eyes he could only look at you, and all he could think was that this place wouldn't come up to your feet.

"Did you do it?" You muttered, turning to look at him in amazement.

He cleared his throat, walking over to the van and leaning back among the blankets, patting his side to keep you company.

"I found the van a few weeks ago and thought it would look nice with some decorations" you just nodded, laying down next to him, looking up at the ceiling full of lights.

"Look" Eddie smiled, raising his arms and making strange figures with his hands "remember the first time we stayed together?"

You just laughed, raising your hands next to him, looking at the shadows on the wall.

"Of course I do, it was in the fall, wasn't it?" without taking your eyes off the wall, forming a rabbit with your hands.

"That's right" Eddie murmured, making a fox "I started crying when the shadows of the trees peeked into my room" he smiled slightly, bringing his hand close to yours, barely an inch "and you turned on the lamp and started making animals with your hands."

"That was fun" you nodded, mimicking Eddie and moving your hand closer to his.

Eddie sat up, taking your hand and intertwining your fingers carefully. You both began to feel nervous. This time, you thought, butterflies aren't bad.

"That..." he cleared his throat, watching as you sat down next to him, the lights shining in your greenish eyes "that was the first day I found out it was how I felt about you."

You opened your lips just slightly, your hand unconsciously squeezing Eddie's.

"What was it?" You murmured, leaning closer to him until you felt your breaths merge.

"Love" he whispered, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to see your furious face, so he wouldn't have to see the rejection in those beautiful eyes.

To his surprise, all he received was a rough kiss, barely a brush of lips that slowly grew as you both began to move your hands up.

You stroked her curls, messing up the ponytail Eddie wore; he held your cheeks gently, caressing your cheekbones softly.

They reluctantly parted as you ran out of air. You pressed your foreheads together, both had your eyes locked and a smirk on your faces.

"I love you too, Eddie" you murmured, kissing his knuckles.

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Waking up with the sun's rays on your face and the warmth of Steve's body under yours, wrapping his arm around your shirt-covered waist and tucking the other behind his head. I definitely think it would be a very common scenario between the two of you. Eyes barely open, spotting every freckle and mole covering his beautiful face that is now covered in unruly hair. Waking up next to him (on him, rather) wanting to remind him that he's the best thing that ever happened to you and kissing him and hugging him tightly and caressing each of his scars because you need to reassure him that you love him, because you're never sure if you'll die today from some interdimensional bullshit.

(I will write about this soon, but in two different scenarios and with two different au's, just wanted to save it so I don't forget the idea lol).

A Second Chance | Billy Hargrove, The Bassist.

Warnings: Second Chance, Modern!Band! AU, Bassist! Billy, Designer! Reader.

Billy had never believed in love. His parents never loved each other, never showed him what love was, and he never knew how to show it, at least not until he met the most important people in his life: his friends. They were always there for him, they cried together, laughed together and made messes together. He loved them all equally, except for her. A beautiful, jovial, cheerful, sarcastic and very, very, outgoing girl. Billy loved her, no, he adored her, she was the love of his life. When they started dating, they both couldn't even contain their excitement. Billy was just making his debut on Midnight, his fame wasn't big yet, but he was satisfied with his life, but, unlike him, that jovial girl he loved so much didn't think so. She loved him, very much, and she knew that, if he stayed by her side, his fans would not stand for it. She knew this environment well, and she could not allow herself to be a nuisance for Billy, to fulfill that dream that excited him so much. That's why, one of those many nights when they stayed together at each other's house, she made the horrible decision to leave him a letter with a clear and concise message: 'We broke up, please don't look for me'. And so, without a second thought, she fled his side forever, leaving Billy torn up inside, with hundreds of questions and zero answers. Now, years later, their past seems to haunt them relentlessly, something that, for both of them, causes them indescribable fear and desire.

"I see we meet again," Billy said, walking up to your side with a glass of wine in his hand.

"I'm afraid so" despite your immense urge to vomit, you took your whole glass in one sip, trying not to expel it out of your mouth the instant after.

"We have a lot to talk about" he looked at you, fixed and deep. The guilt began to return, too strong, too sudden.

"No, we have nothing to talk about" you set the cup down on the marble balcony, afraid to use too much force, but it didn't break, so you just went on your way. Or at least you tried to.

"You know better" Billy stopped you, taking your wrist firmly, but without hurting you.

He pulled you close to him, too close for your liking, too close for your heart. He was afraid you'd leave him again, that you'd go away without explanation, that you'd be just a passing person in his life, leaving a mess in his.

"I deserve an explanation" his warm forehead collided with yours. Their breaths mingled and your lips parted. You wanted to tell him, you wanted him to know, but the fear was greater, your desire to run away was even more so, "just...don't leave me, not again."

(The red ones are seen from your point of view, the black ones are narrated from Billy's point of view). After the epilogue there will be a description of the character that is with Billy and her name (this is because in the other parts of Midnight series the character appears and could be confused with the reader of that story) anyway, I will avoid as much as possible the important physical descriptions like skin color, eyes, hair, etc.

Him | The Day I Left You.

Her Voice | Ghost Memories.

His Eyes | I Want To See Them Bright.

Her Freckles | My Heart Beat Again.

His Hair | This Is My truth.

Her Smile | Enlighten My Life, Stay With Me.

His Love | All Of Me.

Her | "Us".

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