Soooo

Soooo 💓💓💓💓

steve harrington and sweeping you off your feet.

he’d just got off his closing shift at family video, the kind of tired that’s bone-deep and has him aching everywhere, in a sour mood and grumbling.

he hasn’t seen you all day. he’s only been wanting to see you all day; your pretty face and lilting voice and radiant smile that rivals the very warmth of the sun. all he wants to do is kiss, kiss, kiss you stupid.

he’s about to get what he wants.

“hi, stevie!” you’re perched like the perfect little bird by his car, hair fluttering in the breeze that drifts around you like it’s made to. you’re so pretty, he almost doesn’t make it to you and melts on the spot.

“angel,” steve breathes as he all but shoves himself into your space, strong arms winding around your waist and squeezing tight, tightly, face finding home in the crook of your neck. you smell great, he thinks, you’re practically beauty incarnate. his dream girl.

“angel, angel, angel,” you bury your fingers into his hair and scratch at his scalp, reveling in the quiet groan he lets out when he relaxes into your embrace. “i missed you so, so much.”

“i missed you too, sweet boy,” you mumble against his temple, sealing it against his skin with a gentle kiss. “missed your pretty face all day.”

suddenly, your feet are leaving the ground and you’re swung around, gasping as your hands slip from steve’s hair and tighten around his shoulders in a death grip. you can hear his elated chuckling, almost giggling, as he spins you round and round and round. “steve! let me down! i’m getting dizzy!”

he puts you down and hugs you close, so close you arch a little into him. you stick your fingers back in his hair when he kisses you stupid; not rough or mean, but firm and oozing with sticky adoration. it makes you dizzy for real.

when you finish a fic that was everything you could of hoped for and you click on their user to see that they’ve written dozens of fics for that pairing

Soooooo cute

I Do Believe In Fairies | E.M

Cw: Halloween party, reader is dressed as Tinkerbell, alcohol, anxiety, blood, fluff, meet-cute, 1.7k words.

An: this is a repost, not a lot of people saw it the first time so hopefully you enjoy 🧚

Your anxiety flourished as you walked into the dimly lit room at the back of the restaurant. Your boss was hosting her annual Halloween party, and you came alone because your work friends were meeting you there. They had planned a group costume, but you didn’t have time to go shopping, so you settled on your usual Tinkerbell.

As you scanned the room for your friends, you noticed you hadn’t seen anyone out of costume. Even the bar staff were dressed as mad scientists so that settled your nerves. You always felt weird about appearing in places overdressed or worried you would bring more attention to yourself than needed. To say you did not like to stand out from the crowd was an understatement.

Surprisingly, the night has been going well. There have been no embarrassing qualms like your wings getting stuck on someone’s face or you tripping over your heels. Your boss was in a great mood, and your mood lifted once your friends arrived and a few drinks had been consumed.

A few hours into the party, you were chatting with your friends, and they quickly excused themselves to get more food. You turn around because you don’t know what to do while waiting, and an unfamiliar but handsome face approaches you.

"Hi, I’m Eddie." He smiles.

“Hi, I’m Tinkerbell,” you giggle

“The Tinkerbell? No way.” he raises his hand to his heart and pretends to stumble back. You noticed his fingers were adorned with tattoos and plenty of silver metal rings.

“What are you supposed to be? A waiter?” You giggled, flicking his black apron wrapped around his waist, which held a notepad and pen sticking out of the pocket.

He was dressed in a sleek black button-up shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up, paired with well-fitted black dress pants and matching shoes. Around his waist, he wore a neatly tied black apron. His hair was neatly pulled back into a low bun, and his most striking feature was his incredibly large brown eyes that seemed to draw you in.

“Uh-yea? So can I get you anything? Another champagne?” He smirked.

“Very committed to the role, I see,” you state as a matter of factly, twirling your empty glass.

"Another champagne coming right up." Eddie gives you a wink and walks away.

“Hey, I’ve never seen him before. He in marketing or something?” Your friend dressed as Daphne from Scooby Doo comes back and hands you a bread roll.

“I don’t know, but he’s so cute,” you whisper back.

A few minutes later, Eddie returns with your drink

“One champagne for Tink.” You quickly turn your shoulders and see Eddie, but your wings knock the glass out of his grip.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You quickly squat as much as your tiny green dress and heels will let you so you can pick up the bigger pieces of glass.

“Do you know where the staff are? I haven’t seen anyone all night. We need a mop and a broom,” you say frantically, holding broken glass in your hands.

“It’s okay, Tinkerbell. I’ll be right back; don’t move.” Eddie ran off to the back to grab the broom from the supply closet and a paper bag from the kitchen, and you continued to pick up the pieces of glass.

When he returned, you held your thumb, bouncing repeatedly like you had cut yourself.

“Fuck” you whispered under your breath. You cut your thumb.

“Here,” you look up to see Eddie holding out a bag to put the glass in and a broom in the other.

“How did you find this? Why didn’t you find someone that works here? Won’t you get in trouble?” you were rambling, and your thumb was in pain.

“Sweetheart, I work here.” He takes your hand to examine your thumb.

“What? But you-” he gently took your wrist and weaved you through the sea of monsters, witches and mummies until you got to a door that said Staff Only

“Am I allowed back here? I don’t want to get you in trouble?” you worried.

“Calm down, Tink. My middle name is Trouble. Let me help you,” he said calmly and collectedly. Being near him made you feel calm yet anxious at the same time.

“I’m sorry, but I thought you were in a costume...” You shake your head as he closes the door behind you.

The single washroom was very quiet, much more intimate than the loud, boisterous party room.

As you turned to face him, you noticed the lighting was much better in this spot. In contrast to the dimly lit party room, you could now clearly make out his features. His face was clean-shaven, with a hint of a 5 o'clock shadow starting to form. His jawline was defined, and his lips were full. You were so engrossed in admiring his features that you didn't even realize he had moved and was now standing beside you at the sink.

“Don’t sweat it, babe,” he smirked, turning on the faucet and guiding your hand under the water. You winced at the cold water hitting your open skin, and Eddie apologized. He grabbed a paper towel, and you wiped your wound as he unwrapped a bandaid.

“Thumb,” he asked, and you stuck it out like you were giving him a thumbs up. He wraps your thumb with concentration, his tongue peeking out as his eyes focus on your finger. He unexpectedly kisses it. “There. Good as new.”

“So how do I contact your boss to inform them about the excellent customer service?” You awkwardly giggle.

“Shit, I’m sorry, you’re uh, you’re just adorable, and I don’t know what came over me” he took a step back.

“I think you’re cute, too.” you look down bashfully

Eddie sighed with relief.

“Why don't you give me your number so I can ask you for a proper date?" He smirks.

You pass him your phone so he can enter his contact info.

A loud bang on the other side of the door startled you, and you jumped.

“Come in, Ed. We are drowning out here; get her number already, and let’s go,” his friend yells. Eddie hands you back your phone and swings open the door. Eddie's coworker is standing on the other side dressed as a pirate.

“Jesus Christ, man, we’re on the clock,” the one-eyed pirate whispers under his breath

“It wasn’t like that man; she cut her thumb, and I was-” You didn’t hear the rest because they both walked further away.

You chased after them out of the staff bathroom, not wanting to get into trouble and made your way back to the party

“Where did you sneak off to? Your friend, dressed as Shaggy, wiggled his brows at you.

“Oh, uh, cut my hand in the broken glass.” You lift your hand to show them your bandaid-clad thumb.

“Yeah, you cut your thumb,” he air quotes and laughs.

You playfully roll your eyes, and your phone chimes, so you glance at it.

Lost boy: Hey Tink, sorry I had to run off. Got kidnapped by the evil pirates. Hopefully, you’ll be able to save me with that magical fairy dust and find me after my shift. 😉

So so sweet 🫶🫶

Flowers

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie works at a garage, you work at the flower shop across the street. You always wave to him and smile and he's developed a little bit of a crush on you.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: fluff, a little bit of shy!reader if you squint, strangers to lovers

AN: I've been wanting to write this for a while. Back when I was in school, I would drive by a flower shop and across the street from it was a mechanic and this idea came to me. It just took me forever to finally write it. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

Eddie didn’t mind being a mechanic. It was steady money, he got to work with his hands, and he had plenty of free time to work on his music. And another perk was you. He didn’t know you, your name, anything. He just knew that you worked at the flower shop across the street and that you were quite possibly the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

The first time he saw you was by chance. He had been working on a car, the garage door open since it was the height of the summer, and the garage always got super stuffy and humid at that time of year, even early in the morning, and watched as you pulled up to the flower shop. When you got out of your car you smoothed out your shirt and then looked over at him. When the two of you had locked eyes, you smiled at him and waved. He felt a flutter in his chest that he hadn’t felt before.

So, it had become routine. Like clockwork, when you arrived in the morning, you would get out of your car and wave at Eddie, who always worked with the garage door open since that first time, and he would wave back, and later when you closed up the shop you would wave to him again before leaving. You hadn’t spoken a single word to each other, and yet Eddie was enamored by you. He thought of walking over and striking up a conversation many times, but never knew what he should say, nervous that he would come off as off putting or weird, so he stuck with your silent exchanges.

Until fate finally gave him a reason to talk to you.

He walked out into the garage, pretending he was going back to the car he had been finishing up some work on, but he was actually waiting for you to walk out of the flower shop. He was surprised to see you already outside, a worried pout on your face as you opened the hood of your car.

He was already halfway across the street when he decided he should see what the problem was.

“Hey, um, everything alright?” He asked, cringing at the slight nervous crack in his voice.

You looked up from your car and let out a frustrated sigh, “My car made this weird noise when I started it up this morning. I was hoping that it was just a one-time thing, but it’s still doing it. I’m surprised you didn’t hear it.”

“What kind of sound?”

“Like a high-pitched screech.”

“Oh, is that what that was? I thought it was coming from the woods behind the garage.” Eddie laughed.

“Nope, that was me…well, not me, my car.” You chuckled awkwardly.

Eddie pointed to the hood of your car, “Mind if I take a look?”

“Sure.”

Eddie walked over to assess the damage. Everything looked fine from a glance over, but he knew better. He leaned closer and after a couple of minutes of poking around he found the problem.

“It looks like your belt needs to be replaced.”

You winced, “That sounds expensive.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Eddie waved his hand dismissively.

“Wait, what?” You looked at him with shock and confusion.

“Don’t worry about it, I can fix for you for free.”

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack, Sweetheart.” He didn’t mean for the pet name to slip out.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, “You really don’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I want to,” Eddie smiled at you, “We can just drive your car over to the garage and I can replace the belt. It shouldn’t take too long, maybe thirty minutes or so.”

“Alright, thank you.”

Eddie felt butterflies in his stomach when he saw the bright, thankful smile on your face.

-

Just as he promised, thirty minutes later your car was fixed. The time had past by quickly, you and Eddie chatting about your shared interests, favorite books, favorite movies, and the like. He chuckled to himself, he always thought you would be perfect.

When he saw you pull out your wallet he shook his head, “No, I told you not to worry about it.”

“I feel bad not paying you anything.”

“Think of it as payment for all the kind waves and smiles you’ve sent me over the past couple months.” He pulled a rag out of his back pocket and wiped the dirt and grease from his hands.

You bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling too big, “You know I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

He chuckled, “It’s Eddie.”

“It’s wonderful to finally meet you, Eddie, and thank you again for everything.”

He shrugged and put his hands behind his back, “No problem…”

He trailed off, hinting that he was waiting for you to tell him your name, and you did. He thought your name fit you perfectly.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” You fidgeted with your keys, playing with one of the many keychains.

Eddie nodded, “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye.” You gave him another smile before getting into your car.

As you pulled out of the garage, Eddie waved to you. He felt giddy. After months he had finally talked to you, and you were everything he imagined you would be and more. When he got home that night, he promised himself that he wouldn’t let your conversation be a one-time thing.

-

The next morning, Eddie felt a rush of joy when he heard your car pulling up across the street. He quickly slid out from underneath the old, beat up Camero he had been working on and jumped up. He watched you get out of your car, dust off your shirt, and smile at him like usual. Only this time your smile was accompanied with a, “Hi!”

“Hey!” Eddie replied with a wave of his own, and then he watched as you unlocked the door to the shop and walked inside.

He had to fight the urge to go over and see you, but he was on the clock, and he didn’t want to come off as weird. So, he went back to work, sliding back underneath the car.

About an hour later, still hard at work underneath the Camero, he heard footsteps. He titled his head to the side to see but couldn’t find anyone. Figuring it might have just been his boss walking by, he went back to work.

“Eddie?”

The sound of your voice startled him a bit and he hit his head on the car, “Ow!”

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Your voice was laced with concern as he slid out from underneath the car.

Eddie rubbed his forehead, but his dignity hurt more than his head in that moment, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He chuckled, “I’m usually the one saying that,” he stood up and smiled at you, “to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

You felt heat rush into your cheeks, “Um, I just, um wanted to give you this.”

Eddie finally noticed the small vase of flowers in your hands, sunflowers. He gently took the vase from you, a jolt of electricity going up his arm when your fingers brushed.

“Sunflowers are a way to show gratitude and appreciation, and I just wanted to do something to repay you for yesterday,” the unreadable expression on Eddie’s face made you rethink the gesture, “and this was super weird. I’m sorry, I just felt like I needed to give you something, so I thought ‘oh, flowers’ but now this feels really lame.”

“No, no! These are great.” Eddie reassured you.

“You don’t have to pretend to like them.” Your tone was deflated.

“I’m not, this was really cute. I’ve never had someone give me flowers before,” he smiled, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

There was a brief stint of silence that fell between the two of you, but it didn’t last for too long.

Eddie took a deep breath before looking at you with a shy smile, “Would you want to grab dinner sometime?”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Are you asking me out?”

“Yes.”

His sudden confidence made your heart skip a beat, “I think I would like to get dinner sometime.”

“Are you free tomorrow?”

“I am, but I’m also free tonight.”

The wide smile that spread across his face was mesmerizing, “That’s even better.”

“I’ll see you tonight then.” Before you could second guess yourself, you quickly placed a kiss to his cheek and then walked back across the street.

“Tonight.” Eddie bounced on the balls of his feet in excitement as he watched you walk away.

Second Chances | Eddie Munson x Reader

Stranger Things Masterlist / Inbox Summary: Eddie royally screws up your first date (read part 1 here) Content Warnings / Tags: fluff (i think), swearing, the worst luck ever, no use of y/n, henderson!reader, reader is described to have some freckles idk, prolly a lot of spelling errors that I'll fix later read now at your own will Word Count: 1.4k A/N: so I kinda went through some trauma this past month but I just started ADHD meds and surprise surprise they work. Still didn't proofread this and am purely posting it cause I literally just wrote all of it in one go and I have poor impulse control even the meds can't fix that

He was late, and he only knew he was late because Wayne had gotten home and wondered what he was still doing at home. Now normally Wayne wouldn't have bothered grilling the guy, but Eddie hadn't been able to shut up about this for a week. Turns out this day was the day the kitchen clock had decided to stop working, resulting in a TV remote being flung at it the moment Eddie realised, because, of course, it had to be today, of course, his luck would run out again. But Wayne wouldn't let him give up that easily, because as he said it: "fate can go fuck itself, go over there and grovel", which honestly wasn't such a bad idea. So here he was now, definitely speeding, definitely more nervous than he already was, and definitely praying to any god who would listen for help. Because this was your first date, a date he didn't think would happen in the first place and he has already managed to screw it up without even being there. In an after thought he came to the further realization that he definitely did not want to face Dustin any time soon, the boy had become oddly protective of you once his friends actually clued him in on what was happening, which was obvious to everyone -except as established Dustin- with the way Eddie's eyes would trail after you every time he managed to spot you. He was trying to hype himself up, talk some confidence into himself and find a good way to apologize, not that he thought there were any. But just as he turned the corner to your block he heard it, he heard the worst possible sound on earth at this moment, he heard the sirens to Hopper's car. For a sweet small second, he allowed himself to believe Hopper wasn't after him, there was someone else committing a traffic violation on the other side of the street. Yeah, that's exactly what was going on, on the other side of this very much empty street was a car with a bunch of teens hooking up and Hopper had turned on his siren as a warning so he could put his clothes back on. Thinking about it, that wasn't even such a wild idea, like, that has happened to him before, well, except for the empty street anomaly. Right, time to face the music: Eddie came to a stop only about a hundred meters away from your house and rolled down his window as Hopper approached. Eddie shook out face to rid himself of the nerves and turned on his best smile. "So what's your excuse this time?" The Police Chief began to ask. Eddie quirked up at the question "It's not like the other times Jim I promise." Hopper looked him up and down squinted his eyes at him, cocking his head down just the slightest bit "How many warnings have I given you this month kid?" Eddie sighed, he knew where this was going. "Two" "Which makes this?" "The third" Eddie answered, dragging out his words. "Third warning kid, gotta write you up today" Hopper began to grab the police pad in his back pocket to write up the incident report, but Eddie was not above begging, at least not currently. "Listen, Jim-, Mr Hopper-, Sir, you can give me the ticket but can you please give it to me sometime else-" he was frantically moving his hands while talking now "- I'll even come by the station and pick it up myself tomorrow morning first thing but I have to-" And of course, things had to get worse:

The gods hadn't listened to his hasty prayers, because he could see Dustin in your open front door attempting to push you outside while pointing at Eddie's van. And he could tell the moment you spotted him because he could feel a small nerve entering his system, he could feel your presence connecting with his. And Hopper was asking him to please step out of the car right now. So he did, he stepped out and saw you give him a small wave which he tried to return except Hopper was snapping him out of the trance you still had on him from the other side of the street. So Eddie gave it one last-ditch attempt "Hopper please" "Alright let's hear it, what's your excuse?" Eddie's eyes brightened with the bit of hope he had just grabbed. "I have a date" he tried to explain "A date with who?" The chief wasn't gonna admit it, but the kid had grabbed his interest. So Eddie started rambling about how you two had met and how it should be your first date and then he caught your eyes again and he couldn't hear it but his mind filled in the blanks as he watched your soft giggling while looking at the situation unfold and he felt all his tension drop out of his body at once, he felt at ease from the way your eyes searched his, instantaneously so. "Wait a second, Claudia's daughter?" Hopper was looking over at the porch now too as your mother came out of the house as well. "That's not a great first impression" "Tell me about it" Eddie was trying to ignore reality as hard as he could right now. "Alright here's what's gonna happen, giving you one more warning but it's coming out of your tolerance next month" Hopper had assumed his dad stance, a hand on his hip and the other pointed straight at Eddie, and if he hadn't been oh so terribly grateful right now he would have been tempted to make fun of him for it. "Yes, yes! Definitely that please!" Hopper released one last sigh before he spoke back up "Go on over there then" Eddie took the olive branch and ran away with it before he could change his mind. With his van performing some emergency parking down the road he ran over to you just as you shooed off Dustin, and now he stood face to face with you, he stood close enough to count the fading summer freckles on the bridge of your nose and to smell the perfume he had started associating with you, and he wanted more time to admire how well he could see you right now but he had more pressing business. "I'll make this up to you I promise" He knew his promise probably wasn't worth much, but he had to try anyway. He had already started internally debating if it was worth getting down on his knees to beg as a smile cracked on your face. "This is exactly what Dustin predicted would happen" You were full-on grinning now, and it took him a second to comprehend that you weren't upset, you were amused, and he was confused. "He what?" "When he found out we had a date this weekend he tried to convince me you'd be at least an hour late with the Hopper on your ass I'm just stunned at his accuracy" Maybe this really was his year after all "So you're not upset?" "I'm just upset I owe that nosy dipshit money now" And now Eddie was laughing too because you started asking him if he wanted to just skip his reservation which you guys had missed anyway and go to the drive-in because you had heard they were playing Monty Python. So Monty Python it was as he drove there and got both the sweet and the salty popcorn because he wasn't sure which you'd prefer and spent the rest of the evening what he'd say was the perfect time. But he wasn't done yet, he had promised to make things up to you and this was only the beginning for him, a beginning to many good times ahead.

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After dark thoughts about pornstar!eddie…who gets fired from porn…

Because he’s great at sex, but bad at porn.

So. So. So bad.

He’s incredible at eating pussy, but incredible because he does it with his whole face completely buried in his co-star. Like fully submerged in her folds, as though she’s his breathing apparatus.

And it’s great for her, but terrible for camera.

They have to keep stopping him, telling him he needs to pull back, they need to see her pussy and they can’t with him in the way.

But much like a dog that’s been told to leave a treat where it is, he keeps edging closer, moving back in little by little until he’s right back where he wants to be and they’re calling “CUT” again.

And the girl is getting frustrated cos, like, she’s about to actually come and she looks at the director like, “do me this solid, please.”

So he finally lets Eddie get her off and just films super tight on her face and her trembling legs so that it’s obvious just how real it really is.

And so they can move on already.

Then they’re filming the fucking, and again Eddie is fucking like he would fuck in real life and the way he fucks in real life is Not. Good. Porn.

He’s not like slamming into her without any care, he’s not just using her to get off, he’s like trying to make it good for her. And it is very, very good for her. Like so good she’s this close to giving him her number once they wrap for the day.

(Her boyfriend of six years be damned)

And once they do wrap, he’s not quite “fired” but he is pretty sure he’s not gonna get hired again.

Except then the movie comes out and it BLOWS UP. People are obsessed—women are buying it in droves (who knew women even WATCHED porn?) and the VHS is backordered to shit, so the distribution company is like,

“We gotta lock this kid into a contract now.”