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MARGOT ROBBIE on the set of the film ‘Barbie’. in Los Angeles | 22 June, 2022

can I request a baby blurb with either eddie or steve x reader, where the reader‘s a little like luna lovegood and she gets bullied? Like one day some people from school hide her shoes and she has to walk home without them. You can decide what steve/eddie does when he finds out or sees her without shoes🤍

eddie <3 everlasting patience and good looks <3

A familiar van slows to a crawl on the road beside you. You come to a stop, the asphalt hot under your socks. 

"Hey, Eddie," you say, very happy to see him. 

"Y/N. Pray tell, where are your shoes?"

"I was getting changed after gym and they were gone," you explain easily, fingers at the rolled down window. "It's unfortunate. Hot out." 

"Get in." 

You swing open the passenger door and climb in, resting your head heavily against the seat. Your mind feels microwaved. It usually does, but today it's worsened by the hot weather.

Eddie gives you a once over. "You were gonna walk home without shoes?" 

"Yes. Can I turn on the radio?" 

He rolls his eyes though you don't get why. "Sure, babe." 

You smile mildly and flip on the radio. It's set to a metal station he enjoys. You turn up the volume and stretch your hands out over your knees, skin hot from the sun. 

Eddie starts toward your house, sneaking glances at you every now and then. You're busy looking at your knees.

"How'd you do that?" he asks.

You scratch your thumbnail lightly over your grazed skin and shrug. "Fell over." 

"In gym? You should be more careful." 

Everyone always says that. Be more careful. You're starting to wonder how careful a person can possibly be. 

"Y/N, listen… I want you to come find me when stuff like this happens." 

"When I fall over?" 

He chuckles. "Yes. When you fall over and when people take your shoes. Whenever anyone tries anything with you. You understand?"

"I don't think someone stole my shoes." 

"Where did they go, then, sweet thing?"

"Fairies, probably."

"Yeah?" he asks.

You squint, but he doesn't sound like he's making fun of you. 

"Yeah. They're devious. They might give them back in a week, but if they do they're not gonna be the same ones. You look pretty right now." 

He smiles at you like he knows you're sweet on him. You are, obviously. You've never been very good at hiding how you feel. Plus, it doesn't feel like flirting with Eddie to tell him he's pretty: he must know. 

"You look prettier," he promises. "You wanna come back to my place? I'll fix your knees up." 

"Okay." 

Eddie laughs again, a quick exhale coloured by the highest pitch of his voice. "Alright. I have some shoes you can take, too. Can't have my best girl walking around barefoot." 

"I have socks on." 

"Jesus Christ." 

omg i feel like this would be eddie and bimbo!reader 😭 love your works btw ! 🫶🏾🫶🏾

I feel like Eddie would never willingly go two days without seeing his girlfriend but yeah

But like imagine if she was away for the weekend at a cheerleading competition (she tried out for the team five times but she is clumsy, so she just goes to see her friends)

Two days without seeing eachother or any phone calls and they’re both going insane, not having been apart this long since they started dating.

It’s like 3 o clock in the morning and he’s tossing and turning in his bed when he hears her slamming on his door.

He knew it was her because he could see her shiny red convertible parked in his yard.

He stumbled to the door and opened it. She Instantly launched herself into his arms, pushing him back into the house.

“I missed you so much,” she muttered, face smashed into the fabric of his shirt.

“I missed you too, baby.”

His hands are everywhere, cupping her face to lead her into a kiss, pulling her closer by the waist, squeezing her ass, snaking under her shirt.

Ughhhhh I love Eddie x bimbo!reader plzzzz keep sending these yall

PINK SHES PINK I NEED MORE OUTFITS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEE

MARGOT ROBBIE

on the set of ‘Barbie’

I love your stuff and I've been dying to send in this request for Eddie 🥰 could you do something where he finds his S/O sobbing in the bathroom and just take it from there? I'm sure you'll come up with something wonderful. 😊😊😊

summary: in which Eddie can't find you anywhere during a house party and then finds you sobbing in the second floor bathroom - but for an unexpected and hilarious reason.

tags: Eddie x gn!reader (no pronouns/descripitions), pure fluff, pure hilarity, getting drunk, lots of petnames (sunshine, angel, love), I loved writing this one

a/n: ahhh YES I hope I did this justice! btw since you said S/O I made it a gn!reader

If being at a loud house party filled with people Eddie doesn't recognize isn't enough to get his anxiety acting up, not being able to find your sweet familiar face in the tangles of sweaty bodies on the dance floor is.

You're the one that dragged him here in the first place. Eddie probably would've showed up with a lame present for Steve, had one drink and then left within an hour, but you were insistent on sticking around until "the party dies down." Which, by your standards, is when the red-orange sun is coming over the horizon and the Harrington household's floorboards are indiscernable amongst the mess of empty beer bottles and plastic potato chip bags.

Shoving past a couple making out heatedly against the kitchen counter, Eddie's worried eyes scan the crowd once more. He spots Robin drinking alone by the balcony and Jonathan and Nancy sitting by the couch, but there's too many new faces. Most importantly, still no you. Narrowly missing a drunk girl stumbling past him and pushing through an argument between two jocks, he manages to reach Robin who grins at him, amused.

"I see you're still surviving this, and I quote, 'pretentious party.'" she teases, taking another swig from her bottle. Eddie rolls his eyes, rolling back his shoulders.

"Steve's a great dude and all but being the former king of Hawkins High has consequences. That being he invites practically half of the school, many of whom are slaves to the popularity rat race."

Robin chuckles at that.

"I won't disagree with you about that."

Eddie's trying to pay attention to the conversation he's having with Robin but it's hard when your missing presence feels so pronounced. Usually, you'd be right by his side, his fingers gently holding yours as you sway back and forth tipsy on alochol. The fact that he's standing there empty handed makes his stomach churn and head swirl with anxiety before looking back into the crowd once more, hoping to finally catch a glimpse of you.

"Hey, have you seen-"

Eddie doesn't even have to say your name before Robin's cutting him off.

"The love of your life? Your muse? Your sunshine? The person who makes you mushier than a plate of cafeteria mashed potatoes? No. Maybe try the second floor, I haven't been up there yet." she suggests, smirking when the slightest flush can be seen creeping onto Eddie's neck, semi-masked by the bright flashing party lights up ahead.

"Thanks."

Eddie dashes up the stairs in record time, the soles of his shoes squeaking against the floor as he surveys the empty hallway. Since most of the party is happening downstairs, it's remarkably quiet up here compared to the rest. There's a couple sharing a cigarette by an open window as well as a guy using the house phone to call someone, but otherwise, it's practically deserted.

Frowning, he walks forward hesitantly, pausing momentarily when he hears the muted sounds of someone crying on the other side of the bathroom door. He carefully knocks against the door a couple of times, back straightening up instantly when he hears your voice yell out from the other side that the bathroom is occupied.

His knuckles wrap around the door handle quickly before pushing, but it's locked.

"Sunshine? It's Eddie. Please let me in." he yells, softly budging against the door.

You sniffle once more.

"GO AWAY EDDIE! I don't wanna see... you."

You're slurring your words a bit, so he figures you're drunk or at the very least, very tipsy. It makes him even more desperate to be on the other side so that he can be comforting you (and more importantly) keeping an eye on you, because drunk you often likes to throw all logic and precaution out the window.

"I hate it when you're sad, love. Please let me in so I can help you." he begs, gently knocking against the door again.

The door rattles open after that and Eddie's quick to slip inside and lock the door behind the two of you. The sight he sees makes his heart break - your glassy eyes are staring hopelessly at the floor, irises red and tears falling carelessly down your cheeks. Your hair looks a bit messy, like you've been pulling at it in frustration, and you're curled up inside the bath tub in a fetal position.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Who did this to you?"

The questions fly out of his mouth immediately, worst case scenarios flooding his mind as his hands carefully cradle your face. You let out a sad chuckle in response, before pulling his arms back down to his sides.

"Nothing's wrong. No one did anything. I-I... I DID THIS TO MYSELF! I'M SO STUPID." you wail, bursting into tears once more. You're hysterical, hyped up on alcohol and heightened emotions, and Eddie's quick to envelope you into his arms.

"You are NOT stupid. Far, far from it. In fact, you're the smartest person I know. So why are you crying?"

You choke on a sob, peering up at him cautiously.

"I-I heard you telling Chrissy that you're not single anymore and that you can't go out with her on a date." you mutter, making his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"Oh?" he's confused, not sure of how that would be a problem.

"Eddie, I've been in love with you since I was eight, and now I'M TOO LATE! Y-YOU'RE TAKEN AND NOW I'M GONNA HAVE TO WATCH YOU BE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE-" you dramatically flail around in the bath tub and though Eddie feels a bit bad for doing so, he can't help but let out the rambunctious laugh bubbling in his throat.

In fact, Eddie's laughing so hard that it hurts to breath, his body doubling over so that he can attempt to catch his breath whilst you pause your ranting and look up at him, hurt.

"W-why are you laughing?" you question, bewildered. But Eddie's face just softens at that, voice dropping to a low tone.

"Because, angel, I'm dating you. You're the one that took me off the market." he responds coolly, metal rings brushing against your cheek. His words and the cold texture of his rings wash over you like icy water, realization beginning to seep in.

"Oh..."

You're embarassed now, dropping your head and twiddling with your fingers. Eddie's grin is permanent and obnoxious, heart melting at how adorable drunken you can be.

"Then yay!"

You suddenly leap forward and hug Eddie by his waist, pulling him backwards into the bath tub. He manages to stop himself from falling completely on top of you by breaking his fall with his left arm, before twisting you around so that you can lie on top of him.

The melachonic expression on your face is no more, your eyes bright and your lips outstretched into a wide smile.

"You're dating me! I'm the one you're dating!" you repeat to yourself out loud, as if you can't believe it amongst your drunken haze. It elicits a chuckle from his chapped lips, your legs straddling his as Eddie sits up against the marbled tub to caress your cheeks. He smiles, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead.

"Yes, sunshine. You're the love of my life."