To Write or To Cry

Jade. 20s. Writer, fan, and loser. Sometimes I write well

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Hello there! You can call me Jade, I am in my 20s. Long story short, I rediscovered my love for reading and want to rediscover my love for writing

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Even if I write something that is not explicit, I do not want to interact with minors. Please respect this boundary. If you do not have an age/age range on your blog you will be blocked. THIS BLOG IS 18+

Masterlists below the cut

Steve Harrington x Reader Masterlist

Eddie Munson x Reader Masterlist

Steddie Masterlist

Robin Buckley x Reader Masterlist

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Steve is just on a jog one day at the park when someone zooms past him. Steve instantly recognizes Eddie as there aren't many with long curly hair, skinny jeans, and chains in Hawkins. Steve is shocked that Eddie is running that quickly and also a bit annoyed that Eddie ran faster then him.

The spirit of competition overtakes Steve and he's picking up his pace to match Eddie's. Steve waves and says hi, but Eddie barely glances at him and keeps running- which, rude?

They run the rest of the path until they reach the parking lot. Steve slows down, taking a few steps in place so his muscles don't lock up. "Good pace man!" Steve goes to clap his hand on Eddie's shoulder but-

Eddie is wheezing, hangs on his knees, bent over. "Holy shit- you okay?" Steve gently touches Eddie's back as the man wheeze. "What's wrong?" Steve asks.

"Goose." Is the only thing Eddie can get out.

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So sorry but crying thinking of Wall-E rn and now my brain is going "instead of Eva what if it was Steve and Wall-e was Eddie"

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No guys I'm literally sobbing

I've Eddie being alone and dancing and headbanging to metal music and then a Steve arrived in all his shiny beautiful glory and Eddie is just like "ooOoooOOOOohhhhh"

And like when Steve shuts down Eddie is like in full on protect mode and im literally sobbing do YOU SEE THE VISION

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So sorry but crying thinking of Wall-E rn and now my brain is going "instead of Eva what if it was Steve and Wall-e was Eddie"

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Steve x Reader drabble

The first thing that registers to Steve's mind is the light. He blinks his eyelids open, wincing at the light beaming through the window. Steve groans, rubbing his eyes. He yawns as he sits up slightly to look at the clock.

Steve sighs. His alarm hasn't even gone off yet, he could get at least thirty more minutes of sleep. Steve lays his head back down on his pillow. He turns onto his side, wincing slightly as his back pops at the movement.

The second thing that registers is you're still asleep next to him. It takes him a moment to remember, today is your day off. There hasn't been too many mornings recently where one of you hasn't had to leave before the other is awake.

And Steve loves this quiet moment. He isn't trying to be creepy, or weird, but having this one moment he can really look at you. Really see you.

The way the light filtering in seems to bathe you in a golden glow. The way that your hand is slightly reached out towards him. The way your mouth is just slightly parted, soft exhales escaping.

The longer he stares at you the more he can feel himself falling in love.

"Stop being creepy," you mumble, burrowing your face into the pillow. "I'm not creepy," Steve murmurs, scooting closer.

You open an eye to look at him," Can feel your staring." Steve hums, reaching out to run a finger from your shoulder down your arm before holding your hand.

"Just looking at ya," Steve can't stop the smile spreading across his face as you yawn. You remove your face from the pillow to face him more.

"Creep," you smile, squeezing his hand. Steve scoffs, letting go of your hand to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you to him. You hum lightly, scooting yourself closer so you're almost chest to chest and nose to nose.

Steve can't help but think about kissing you. So he does. Just a small, quick peck of his lips to yours. And yet it felt like so much more.

You lean into him, kissing him again. It causes his heart to beat faster, his head to spin. The thought that you're reaching out for him and kissing him. That you love him just as much as he loves you.

"What time is it?" You whisper. Steve cups the side of your face with his hand," Just five more minutes?" You lean into his hand, looking at him. "Okay," you smile. "Yeah?" Steve grins, kissing you again.

"Just five more minutes," you mumble against his lips.

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I just want to say thank you to everyone who has read my work this year. It's been a crazy year for me: I've had a lot of health issues and went back to university, I've laughed and cried, and I've found my love for writing again.

I know I dont post all the time but from the bottom of my heart, thank yall so much for being here. Here's to more writing in the future 💕

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Was listening to Juno by Sabrina Carpenter when I saw the first pics of Steve in that wool sweater and I am going feral

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Steve would absolutely accidentally put on a crop top of yours and just stare at himself in the mirror. The juxtaposition of the soft pale blue to his abdomen covered in hair. Something about it causing a stirring of heat inside of him...

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Sweatpants

Steve Harrington x Reader

Synpopsis: Steve wears sweatpants and you have to show your appreciation

Contents: mentioned possibility of an exhibition kink, oral (male receiving)

18+ only

This was written because of that pic but apparently a lot of u have not seen the pic which is crazy cause it was all over my dash)

You can't stop your jaw from dropping. You would think to but your brain is suddenly gone because of the sight before you.

Steve Harrington, your lovely, sweet, amazing boyfriend, has just walked in carrying groceries. Said he had to drive Robin to work and was gonna pick up some things to prepare for the upcoming snow storm.

He should have called and told you to prepare. A fire in your gut was burning. A steady thrum spreading throughout your body. Your mouth was simultaneously salivating over him and dry wishing he'd kiss and lick into your mouth.

Steve Harrington was bundled up, that stupid scarf you made wrong that he refused to get rid of ("it's a labor of your love!") even though you made him a better one, was wrapped around the lower half of his face. His nose was a dusty red from the chilly wind outside. He had a beanie on that had a light dusting of snow, the same snow that fluttered on his lashes as he blinked.

His jacket looked too tight because he had a sweatshirt underneath. You knew Steve had another shirt under that, barely seeing the hem peeking out. The bottoms of his pants were tucked into snow boots, where you knew he had thrown on wool socks.

All of that was fine. It was his pants that were the issue. Grey sweatpants, that clung to his perfect ass. Grey sweatpants that did nothing to hide the length of him. Steve wasn't even hard and he was big.

A burst of jealousy runs through you at the thought that anyone could have seen him. That jealousy quickly turns to desire because anyone could have seen but only you could touch. You sort of wish you had gone with him now, only to see the longing looks on other's faces (and you don't really wanna think about what that means for you).

You stand causing the chair at the table to squeak against the hardwood floor. The mittens you were working on for Steve all but forgotten. You can hear Steve speaking but it is not being processed by your brain.

All you can think is how good his voice sounds. How good he looks. How hot.

Steve turns around and jumps back, not expecting to find you in his space. Steve glares," What the fu-Jesus, warn a guy next time!" "Sorry," you look him up and down, tone, conveying you very much are not sorry.

"Upside down ain't gonna kill me, you're gonna give me a heart attack," Steve rolls his eyes dramatically, but you can see the corners wrinkle from his smile that is still hidden beneath the scarf. His hand reaches out, knocking against yours almost subconsciously.

You wanted to say something intelligent, maybe tease him and see him blush and get flustered, but your brain stopped communicating with your tongue.

"Fuck me." You all but whine, biting your lip. Steve's eyes widen slightly. Before he can say anything, you drop to your knees.

"Whoa Ba-" Steve cuts off with a strangled sound as you grab onto his hips and pull him towards you. You kiss the tip of his length before licking the sweats. Your saliva turns the grey darker. Steve lets out a low moan, hand finding your hair.

You continue to lick and leave open mouth kisses all over his hardening length. It was impressive before but now? You fidget slightly, thinking about it being in you.

You hear a thud and a hiss, pulling back to look up at Steve holding a hand to the back of his head. You know Steve threw his head back in pleasure and hit his head against the cupboard.

"Be careful about your head, dont need another concussion," You frown up at him. He peers down at you, eyes full of lust," Not the head I'm worried about." His voice sounds low and gravelly. His face is flushed, even his ears have turned a bit pink. He's looking at you like he wants to swallow you whole.

You yank down the sweatpants and boxers, Steve shimmying away from the countertop to help. His erection springs up, almost hitting you in the face (and damn isnt that a thought). Its curved slightly, precum leaking at the tip. He's flushed a nice red, two small freckles on the base close to his balls.

You spit in your hand and firmly grasp him, causing him to groan. You move your hand steadily up and down him. You love how soft his skin is that contrasts with how hard he is.

You lick his slit, letting the salty taste of Steve coat your tongue. Steve moans and his dick twitches in your hand. You lick again, swirling around his flushed head.

"Not gonna- fuck, not gonna last long," Steve whines, flustered above you. You haven't even done much, and either you're really really good at this (you are) or Steve has been horny for a bit longer then normal today (you wonder if he wanted to be seen as you remember those jeans he used to wear) You slowly wrap your lips around him, sucking lightly. You moan, moving your mouth up and down in tandem with your hand.

It isn't long, maybe a minute. All it takes for him to come undone is for you to peer up at him and meet his eyes. Steve comes with a shout, his leg kicking out slightly as he grips the countertop to stay standing. You swallow it all, everything he would give you.

When Steve starts to whimper is when you let go of him. He falls from your mouth with a pop. You look up at him, lips slightly swollen. Steve is panting, face flushed.

Steve slowly slides down against the counter, legs going to either side of you. He grabs your arms and tugs you into him, pulling you chest to chest. Steve kisses you lightly before pulling back," I think i just blacked out, holy shit."

You giggle before kissing him again. Steve sighs into the kiss, hands running up and down your arms, to your back, to your ass. You pull away to take a breathe and Steve smirks up at you," I should wear these more often huh?"

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For yall who happen to come to the blog on this fine day and do want smut this is the fic for you

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Steve groans and sighs heavily. He can't find his sweater. The one that is extra large and warm cause it is actual sheep wool-or maybe its alpaca or some rich bullshit-all he knows is his parents sent it to him for Christmas two years ago and he only kept it cause it was warm and soft even if it was the wrong size.

But it's gone. And Steve is getting more and more huffy as time goes on. He's thrown all his dirty clothes on the floor from the basket. The dresser drawers are half open, with clothes spilling out- even the ones he has dedicated for clothes other people have left like Robin or you.

He's half under the bed, arm stretched making a sweeping motion back and forth just to make sure it isn't there. "You okay?" Your voice asks as he groans again.

"Yeah just-" Steve sits back and slaps his hands to his thighs as he sighs again," Just can't find-"

And he stops as he looks at you. Cause there you are in the doorway, wearing the sweater he was looking for. All anger dissipates as quickly as it had formed. There's light coming in around you from a window down the hall, enveloping you like an angel.

That's what you are. A vision. An angel. Someone he wants to worship and fully adore.

Steve swallows thickly as he crawls over to you, ignoring you saying his name in a question. He wraps his arms around your legs and presses his forehead against your stomach. Not even two seconds later he can feel your fingers run through his hair. He pulls back enough to kiss your stomach over the sweater and peers up at you. The smile you give him is worth every second it took to lead him to this moment.

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Thinking about Steve propping his legs up on an ottoman, slowly slouching further and further down in the seat. His legs are bent slightly head curled down to his chest. His eyes are closed, mouth slightly open. One arm is resting on the arm rest of the couch, the other barely holding a glass of something.

You pad over and gently take the glass out of his hand, startling him awake. Steve blinks up at you, straightening his legs and sitting back up on the couch. "I'm drinking that," Steve tries to grab the glass back from you. "You were asleep Baby," you run a hand through his hair, pushing stray strands out of his face. "Resting my eyes at most." Steve scoffs.

Steve tracks your movements, watching you slowly setting the glass down on the end table. "Mmhmm. Resting your eyes," You smile softly at him as you sit down next to him. Steve smiles at you, throwing his arm around your shoulder to pull you in close. He kisses the top of your head as you grab a throw blanket and cover yourself.

"Wha- hey! You aren't gonna share?" Steve pouts slightly as he tugs at the corner of the blanket. "Dunno. You might get snug as a bug in a rug. Might snooze a bit like an old man." You poke his stomach and Steve bats your hand away. You giggle and cover him up, curling into him more. "Yeah yeah, okay." Steve rolls his eyes as his smile grows.

Steve's eyes start to close again as you mumble," Sweet dreams handsome, don't let the bed bugs bite." "The only thing that would be biting me here is you," Steve replies, sinking back down into the couch," Now shush." Steve falls asleep, listening to your giggles.

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Sorta Mean!Steve x female!reader thought

Steve can be mean. Be a bit bitchy. And listen, he tries not to. Except you get all flustered when he does. Noticed how you reacted when he bitched about customers or gave Robin sass. Then he does it to you and-

You get all cute and avoid his eyes. Shift ever so slightly and clench your thighs together, fuck, he hopes it turns you on. He's had to hide how hard it makes him for awhile now.

It really is like what his mom said, about a boy pulling a girl's pigtails meaning he liked them. Steve likes how you like it. He's never mean mean, he never wants to hurt you or push you away he just...

Steve will pull your bra strap and let it snap back against your shoulder. Or wrap his arm around your shoulder and mess up you hair,, giving you a noogie. Rolls his eyes and scoffs at you. One time, when you bent just slightly over and he saw the hem of your underwear peaking out, well of course he had to tug on it. Not hard, just enough to startle you. Make you swat at him and push him away, hiding your face in your hands. Sometimes, he'll say something so bitchy and degrading and immediately go to apologize but you bite your lip. Your lashes flutter as you look away.

He realizes he basically is doing all the stuff he did back in school. Well, all the stuff Tommy and the guys did that he let happen. But he doesn't like it when it happens to others. Someone says something mean to Robin? Steve's ready to jump over the counter and fight the person. Someone pushes Dustin? He's pushing that person to the ground. He hates seeing couples in public get pushed around or mean to one another, makes him feel sick to his stomach. It's only you.

And today, coming home from work and it's hot as balls, he heard your music playing from his pool. Steve's tired but he feels a thrill run through him at the thought of seeing you, maybe pushing you in the pool (if you can swim, you can swim right?). After he changes into swimming trunks he goes outside.

And you're lounging on a float in the pool, eyes closed. You look asleep, mouth open ever so slightly. You're wearing a red bikini that makes him want to drool. He could stand for hours just watching you.

Except he forces himself to jump in the pool. The wave of his splash causes water to spray on you. You let out a startled shriek as you flail, flipping the float over and disappearing under the water. Steve grabs your arm and hoists you up, you gasping for air.

"Shit, you ok?" Steve asks, brow furrowed. "What the fuck Steve!" You slap at his arm as you swipe water out of your face. "I just thought- i mean- you weren't supposed to fall off!" Steve frowns slightly. He genuinely didn't mean for you to get scared and fall in the water, just to spray you with it.

You sigh and pout lightly at him," it's fine, I needed to cool off anyways." "You sure?" "I'm sure."

A moment of silence grows between you. It's soft and sweet, causing Steve's stomach to turn. The smile you give him, its adorable. It's too close to what if you were his- he can't think of that. Won't. Because deep down he wonders if he even deserves you since he's a bitch. So he does what he does best- pokes at you.

Steve goes to tug your strap, just like he would a bra, acting on instinct. Except this isn't a bra. This is a bikini. One that ties. And Steve was absolutely not expecting it to come undone. He sees a flash of skin, just a tad more then normal as the top falls.

Then you're both shrieking. Steve flails, immediately letting go of the top and covering his eyes. He isn't sure what you do, probably cover your bare- fuck he shouldn't think of that. "I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!" Steve keeps repeating it back to back.

"Steve," is all you get and he's just rambling, " I am so fucking sorry, I thought it would be like your bra and just snap back and fuck I didn't mean to just expose you oh my god I'm so sorry jesus-" "Steve." "Fuck, I'm sorry this is so bad oh-"

A hand on his wrist causes him to pause. He peeks through his fingers at you. Your top is in place and you don't appear upset. "It's okay. It was an accident. Just maybe don't do that?"

Steve's nodding," Yeah- for sure." Another moment of silence for about a few seconds. "Well did they look good?" You ask cheekily. Steve groans and covers his face again

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Why are there bots (or actual users) tagging people to donate on my fics😟😟😟

Imagine getting tagged and you open it to a smut fic i- 😟😔

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Merry Christmas: Steve better not die or I'm giving the Duffers the present of these hands

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Steve opens the front door only to see snow on the ground. The forecast said the snow wouldn't be coming until the weekend but the ground is covered in white. The grass is completely covered and the snow is still falling. He sighs as he shuts the door, it's too cold for this. He puts on another sweater and goes to sit down in the living room. Only someone crazy would be out in this.

An hour later there's a knock at his door. Steve grumbles about leaving his cocoon of blankets and warmth to answer it.

Eddie is there, nose and cheeks red, with a wild grin on his face. He isnt wearing a coat in this weather. Eddie doesn't even get a chance to speak before he is yanked into the house and promptly deposited on the couch.

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Watch a movie

Eddie Munson x Reader

Synopsis: You go to Eddie's to watch a movie. Will either of you take that step?

Contents: yearning, confessions, fluff(?)

Your hands tap against the steering wheel the rhythm to the song playing. You mouth the words as you pull up to the trailer. You blink a few times, turning the radio down as if it helps you to see better.

There is an obvious lack of cars except for Eddie's van.

Everyone had agreed to hang out at Eddie's trailer and watch a movie. And yet, looking around the lot, only you are here. Well, you and the stray cat Eddie keeps trying to befriend.

Your brow furrows slightly as you turn the car off. You pocket the key as you get out of the car. The Stray blinks lazily in your direction as you shut the car door. The cat meows and trots towards you. You lean down, hand outstretched slowly to let The Stray sniff you.

The trailer door swings open with a crash, causing the cat to startle and run off. "Dammit Eds, she was about to let me pet her!" You whine, staring off to where the cat ran into the field.

Eddie lets out a loud gasp before cupping his hands around his mouth and yelling," Betrayal! I'm the one who feeds you!"

"Don't yell at your kids Edward," a voice calls from across the way. You glance over to see an elderly woman knitting in a rocking chair on a haphazardly made porch. "Nice to see you too Ms. Maeve!" Eddie calls, suddenly next to you.

He wraps an arm around your shoulder as he whispers," She's a stone cold woman that one." Eddie pulls you along with him back towards the trailer. You risk a glance back over his arm and see the woman with her middle finger raised.

"After you," Eddie bows, opening the door with one hand and waving his other hand towards the trailer. You climb into the trailer, almost tripping on the frame. "Whoa," Eddie says, gently grabbing your waist to steady you," Careful there!".

"Sorry," you mumble. You look down at the ground, face growing warm. Stupid to be embarrassed about such a small thing, and yet it seems so big in front of the man you're infatuated with.

Eddie's hands flex slightly against your waist, reminding you he's still touching you. You glance up at him. For once, Eddie is quiet and unreadable. There's a look in his eye you almost can name, but you aren't sure if it's just wishful thinking. You lick your lips and Eddie's eyes dart down to the movement.

You're captivated by his presence. You can't help but lean in, and Eddie leans in to. Just a few more inches and-

"Kiss already!"

You and Eddie jump apart. Eddie's arms flail as he almost trips over. You move fully into the trailer as he turns to glare at Maeve. "Can it you old hag!" Eddie yells, storming into the trailer. "Bastard!" The old woman calls with a smile, knitting needles clacking together faster.

Eddie slams the door shut, shaking his head with a smile. You chuckle lightly," Couldn't tell if she loves you or hates you Eds." "A little bit of both I think," Eddie winks at you.

"Please, take off your shoes and stay awhile," Eddie does a half bow, gesturing his arm towards where the shoes are. He stands up and claps his hands," We are going to have a great movie night, don't you worry your pretty little head!" "I wasn't-" "Don't worry!" You roll your eyes lightly at him.

A buzz from the kitchen interrupts you. "Oh! The pizza," Eddie gasps and darts into kitchen. You can't help the fond grin that spreads across your face.

You lean against the wall to help stabilize you as you pull your shoes off. You gently set your shoes on the mat. Eddie's are haphazardly thrown about, whilst Wayne's are placed in a neat row.

You can hear Eddie grumbling under his breath as you breach the entrance of the kitchen. You pause, leaning against the doorway, to stare at him.

Eddie is half mumbling to himself and half humming a song, head bobbing to the tune he is thinking of. His hair is slightly frizzy, curls falling wildly. He is dressed down compared to his outerwear. You can now see a hole in the back of his shirt from wear. The shirt is faded from use. A pair of sweatpants clad his long lanky legs.

He looks soft, domestic even. It's...nice. You could stand here and just bask in his glow for hours. Eddie is like the light, shining so bright, and you're a moth, just wanting a glimpse.

"Damnit," Eddie curses a few more times as he tries to cut the pizza with the dull pizza cutter. "Need help?" You pad over next to him and look down at the pizza. "Nah, I got it but uh, it ain't gonna be restaurant quality. Gonna be more...Picasso like," Eddie says as the pizza cutter finally rolls through the pizza.

Some slices are cut too large, others too small. Some you can see the indents of where he was GOING to cut but didn't. It's a mess but an earnest mess. "Better then me, last time I had to use the kitchen scissors," you shrug. "Weren't you drunk?" Eddie raises a brow at you. "Maybe...anyways, plates?"

Eddie smiles at you as he turns to get the plates," Can you grab the drinks? They should be cold in the fridge." "Got it!" You give a thumbs up even though he can't see it. You grimace lightly and shake your head, that was silly. You open the fridge, noticing the light doesn't work anymore.

The cans are cold as you grab the soda. You could grab a beer but you can't tell between what is Wayne's and what is Eddie's. The last time you took a honeybun that was Wayne's he just stared at you. Silently. He wasn't upset, you don't think, but it was unnerving. You shake your head lightly at the thought and set the sodas on the counter.

"The fancy china!" Eddie declares, holding out a paper plate to you," So fancy it is only used once." "Oh wow, such pleasantry for little ol' me?" "Why, only the best for the most esteemed guests of course," Eddie winks.

"Speaking of guests, where are the others?" You lightly ask. "Oh, Robin has a date and wanted Steve to be there-" "On the date?" "Not on the date, but like...the area. He has a whole disguise, something about a fake mustache-" "He could grow a real one?" "So can i-" "never seen it yet." Eddie gasps at your statement and throws a hand against his chest," How dare you! I'll have you know my mustache is the best in the entire Midwest. It's such a beauty everyone would dare to catch a glimpse of it. I'm saving all of you by shaving it."

Rolling your eyes, you slide some of the pizza onto your plate before heading back to the living room. You set your plate next to your drink before sitting on the couch, not wanting to spill anything.

Eddie does not have the same concern. He flops onto the opposite end of the couch. He has perfected the movement, not a single drop of his drink that he had already opened or crumb from the pizza falling onto the couch.

The couch where there is only one empty seat between yall. It seems vast, an ocean between you and Eddie. You'd swim across it, but you aren't that strong to.

"And the others?" You ask, not really caring as you sneak glances at Eddie. Eddie takes a bite of the pizza that is still hot, wincing as he opens his mouth to blow some air out. He half pants have chews with his mouth open to let the heat escape. You would chastise him for chewing with an open mouth but you know that hot pizza sauce burns like hell. And it's cute.

This is it you've sunk to the lowest of lows if you think chewing with your mouth open is suddenly cute. You want to beat yourself up for finding it adorable...but it's Eddie. He has stood there and scratched his balls in front of you before, and somehow you were still attracted to him.

"Jonathon was picking Argyle up from the airport late and Nancy went with him, something about driving at night and falling asleep." Eddie shrugs. You nod sagely, " Jonathon fell asleep driving once so makes sense if he has to go to Indy to get Argyle."

Eddie smiles at you as you take your first bite of pizza. "Well, anyways, let's get this movie started!" Eddie claps his hands together before grabbing the remote and pressing play.

It's a horror movie...you think. Except, the acting is so bad it's comical. The first time someone gets hurt, Eddie jumps up from the couch. "I could act better then this! In middle school!" Eddie waves his hand at the TV, ranting about acting and believability (you've never heard that word before but Eddie says it with such conviction you believe it to be a real word). His rant causes you to laugh, watching him get worked up about a silly show.

Eddie sits back down on the couch. You don't notice until after you finish laughing. Eddie is closer then he was before he stood up. He is sitting on the couch cushion next to yours. If you were to set your hand next to you, it would touch his hand. Your heartbeat picks up at the thought of holding hands.

You sneak a glance at him. Eddie is subconsciously biting his lower lip, brow furrowed in thought. You want to tell him to stop, but you don't want him to know you are looking. He looks beautiful like this with the light of the TV glowing on him.

Your finger twitches, you could reach out and grab his hand. You should. No, you shouldn't- or ? Instead, you play with the hem of your shirt as you watch the movie. You aren't sure if it was intentional or not. Eddie moves a lot, maybe it was just accidental that he got closer.

But then he jumps up again about ten minutes later. This time you aren't fully sure why he stood up and went to the kitchen as he never returned with anything. And when Eddie sits down, this time you know it was intentional. Your legs are almost touching; your arms barely brushing with each movement.

You can feel the heat of his body next to yours. You wish you could just burrow under his arm, crawl into his ribs, and never leave. You bite your lip as you try not to lean into Eddie and disturb him.

Eddie yawns, throwing one arm behind your head and onto the back of the couch. Your heart beats faster. Slowly, inch by inch, he lowers his arm to rest against your shoulder. You sigh and lean into him, knowing now it wouldn't be a disturbance for sure.

"Oh thank fuck," Eddie exhales a deep sigh. You giggle lightly, "Smooth moves." "Hey, do you know how embarrassing it was to ask Harrington for advice on putting on the moves?" "Why is that embarrassing?" "Because he had to demonstrate how to do them and Robin was judging our performances."

You laugh and Eddie beams at you. "Who did you practice on, each other?" You tilt your head slightly imagining it. "Nah, you see there was this cardboard cutout-" your laughter fills the air.

Eddie grins softly at you and you smile back. His grin lessens slightly as he contemplates something. He nods to himself before leaning in," Can i kiss you now?" "Thought you'd never ask."

It's a quiet moment, unlike what normally occurs. Your heart is beating fast as your lips touch. Its soft, it's sweet, it's everything you've been waiting for. You were concerned you built it up too much in your head for it to actually be good, but it's better then good. It's perfect.

The movie continues forgotten in the background as you and Eddie kiss. And kiss. And kiss.

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Watch a movie

Eddie Munson x Reader

Synopsis: You go to Eddie's to watch a movie. Will either of you take that step?

Contents: yearning, confessions, fluff(?)

Your hands tap against the steering wheel the rhythm to the song playing. You mouth the words as you pull up to the trailer. You blink a few times, turning the radio down as if it helps you to see better.

There is an obvious lack of cars except for Eddie's van.

Everyone had agreed to hang out at Eddie's trailer and watch a movie. And yet, looking around the lot, only you are here. Well, you and the stray cat Eddie keeps trying to befriend.

Your brow furrows slightly as you turn the car off. You pocket the key as you get out of the car. The Stray blinks lazily in your direction as you shut the car door. The cat meows and trots towards you. You lean down, hand outstretched slowly to let The Stray sniff you.

The trailer door swings open with a crash, causing the cat to startle and run off. "Dammit Eds, she was about to let me pet her!" You whine, staring off to where the cat ran into the field.

Eddie lets out a loud gasp before cupping his hands around his mouth and yelling," Betrayal! I'm the one who feeds you!"

"Don't yell at your kids Edward," a voice calls from across the way. You glance over to see an elderly woman knitting in a rocking chair on a haphazardly made porch. "Nice to see you too Ms. Maeve!" Eddie calls, suddenly next to you.

He wraps an arm around your shoulder as he whispers," She's a stone cold woman that one." Eddie pulls you along with him back towards the trailer. You risk a glance back over his arm and see the woman with her middle finger raised.

"After you," Eddie bows, opening the door with one hand and waving his other hand towards the trailer. You climb into the trailer, almost tripping on the frame. "Whoa," Eddie says, gently grabbing your waist to steady you," Careful there!".

"Sorry," you mumble. You look down at the ground, face growing warm. Stupid to be embarrassed about such a small thing, and yet it seems so big in front of the man you're infatuated with.

Eddie's hands flex slightly against your waist, reminding you he's still touching you. You glance up at him. For once, Eddie is quiet and unreadable. There's a look in his eye you almost can name, but you aren't sure if it's just wishful thinking. You lick your lips and Eddie's eyes dart down to the movement.

You're captivated by his presence. You can't help but lean in, and Eddie leans in to. Just a few more inches and-

"Kiss already!"

You and Eddie jump apart. Eddie's arms flail as he almost trips over. You move fully into the trailer as he turns to glare at Maeve. "Can it you old hag!" Eddie yells, storming into the trailer. "Bastard!" The old woman calls with a smile, knitting needles clacking together faster.

Eddie slams the door shut, shaking his head with a smile. You chuckle lightly," Couldn't tell if she loves you or hates you Eds." "A little bit of both I think," Eddie winks at you.

"Please, take off your shoes and stay awhile," Eddie does a half bow, gesturing his arm towards where the shoes are. He stands up and claps his hands," We are going to have a great movie night, don't you worry your pretty little head!" "I wasn't-" "Don't worry!" You roll your eyes lightly at him.

A buzz from the kitchen interrupts you. "Oh! The pizza," Eddie gasps and darts into kitchen. You can't help the fond grin that spreads across your face.

You lean against the wall to help stabilize you as you pull your shoes off. You gently set your shoes on the mat. Eddie's are haphazardly thrown about, whilst Wayne's are placed in a neat row.

You can hear Eddie grumbling under his breath as you breach the entrance of the kitchen. You pause, leaning against the doorway, to stare at him.

Eddie is half mumbling to himself and half humming a song, head bobbing to the tune he is thinking of. His hair is slightly frizzy, curls falling wildly. He is dressed down compared to his outerwear. You can now see a hole in the back of his shirt from wear. The shirt is faded from use. A pair of sweatpants clad his long lanky legs.

He looks soft, domestic even. It's...nice. You could stand here and just bask in his glow for hours. Eddie is like the light, shining so bright, and you're a moth, just wanting a glimpse.

"Damnit," Eddie curses a few more times as he tries to cut the pizza with the dull pizza cutter. "Need help?" You pad over next to him and look down at the pizza. "Nah, I got it but uh, it ain't gonna be restaurant quality. Gonna be more...Picasso like," Eddie says as the pizza cutter finally rolls through the pizza.

Some slices are cut too large, others too small. Some you can see the indents of where he was GOING to cut but didn't. It's a mess but an earnest mess. "Better then me, last time I had to use the kitchen scissors," you shrug. "Weren't you drunk?" Eddie raises a brow at you. "Maybe...anyways, plates?"

Eddie smiles at you as he turns to get the plates," Can you grab the drinks? They should be cold in the fridge." "Got it!" You give a thumbs up even though he can't see it. You grimace lightly and shake your head, that was silly. You open the fridge, noticing the light doesn't work anymore.

The cans are cold as you grab the soda. You could grab a beer but you can't tell between what is Wayne's and what is Eddie's. The last time you took a honeybun that was Wayne's he just stared at you. Silently. He wasn't upset, you don't think, but it was unnerving. You shake your head lightly at the thought and set the sodas on the counter.

"The fancy china!" Eddie declares, holding out a paper plate to you," So fancy it is only used once." "Oh wow, such pleasantry for little ol' me?" "Why, only the best for the most esteemed guests of course," Eddie winks.

"Speaking of guests, where are the others?" You lightly ask. "Oh, Robin has a date and wanted Steve to be there-" "On the date?" "Not on the date, but like...the area. He has a whole disguise, something about a fake mustache-" "He could grow a real one?" "So can i-" "never seen it yet." Eddie gasps at your statement and throws a hand against his chest," How dare you! I'll have you know my mustache is the best in the entire Midwest. It's such a beauty everyone would dare to catch a glimpse of it. I'm saving all of you by shaving it."

Rolling your eyes, you slide some of the pizza onto your plate before heading back to the living room. You set your plate next to your drink before sitting on the couch, not wanting to spill anything.

Eddie does not have the same concern. He flops onto the opposite end of the couch. He has perfected the movement, not a single drop of his drink that he had already opened or crumb from the pizza falling onto the couch.

The couch where there is only one empty seat between yall. It seems vast, an ocean between you and Eddie. You'd swim across it, but you aren't that strong to.

"And the others?" You ask, not really caring as you sneak glances at Eddie. Eddie takes a bite of the pizza that is still hot, wincing as he opens his mouth to blow some air out. He half pants have chews with his mouth open to let the heat escape. You would chastise him for chewing with an open mouth but you know that hot pizza sauce burns like hell. And it's cute.

This is it you've sunk to the lowest of lows if you think chewing with your mouth open is suddenly cute. You want to beat yourself up for finding it adorable...but it's Eddie. He has stood there and scratched his balls in front of you before, and somehow you were still attracted to him.

"Jonathon was picking Argyle up from the airport late and Nancy went with him, something about driving at night and falling asleep." Eddie shrugs. You nod sagely, " Jonathon fell asleep driving once so makes sense if he has to go to Indy to get Argyle."

Eddie smiles at you as you take your first bite of pizza. "Well, anyways, let's get this movie started!" Eddie claps his hands together before grabbing the remote and pressing play.

It's a horror movie...you think. Except, the acting is so bad it's comical. The first time someone gets hurt, Eddie jumps up from the couch. "I could act better then this! In middle school!" Eddie waves his hand at the TV, ranting about acting and believability (you've never heard that word before but Eddie says it with such conviction you believe it to be a real word). His rant causes you to laugh, watching him get worked up about a silly show.

Eddie sits back down on the couch. You don't notice until after you finish laughing. Eddie is closer then he was before he stood up. He is sitting on the couch cushion next to yours. If you were to set your hand next to you, it would touch his hand. Your heartbeat picks up at the thought of holding hands.

You sneak a glance at him. Eddie is subconsciously biting his lower lip, brow furrowed in thought. You want to tell him to stop, but you don't want him to know you are looking. He looks beautiful like this with the light of the TV glowing on him.

Your finger twitches, you could reach out and grab his hand. You should. No, you shouldn't- or ? Instead, you play with the hem of your shirt as you watch the movie. You aren't sure if it was intentional or not. Eddie moves a lot, maybe it was just accidental that he got closer.

But then he jumps up again about ten minutes later. This time you aren't fully sure why he stood up and went to the kitchen as he never returned with anything. And when Eddie sits down, this time you know it was intentional. Your legs are almost touching; your arms barely brushing with each movement.

You can feel the heat of his body next to yours. You wish you could just burrow under his arm, crawl into his ribs, and never leave. You bite your lip as you try not to lean into Eddie and disturb him.

Eddie yawns, throwing one arm behind your head and onto the back of the couch. Your heart beats faster. Slowly, inch by inch, he lowers his arm to rest against your shoulder. You sigh and lean into him, knowing now it wouldn't be a disturbance for sure.

"Oh thank fuck," Eddie exhales a deep sigh. You giggle lightly, "Smooth moves." "Hey, do you know how embarrassing it was to ask Harrington for advice on putting on the moves?" "Why is that embarrassing?" "Because he had to demonstrate how to do them and Robin was judging our performances."

You laugh and Eddie beams at you. "Who did you practice on, each other?" You tilt your head slightly imagining it. "Nah, you see there was this cardboard cutout-" your laughter fills the air.

Eddie grins softly at you and you smile back. His grin lessens slightly as he contemplates something. He nods to himself before leaning in," Can i kiss you now?" "Thought you'd never ask."

It's a quiet moment, unlike what normally occurs. Your heart is beating fast as your lips touch. Its soft, it's sweet, it's everything you've been waiting for. You were concerned you built it up too much in your head for it to actually be good, but it's better then good. It's perfect.

The movie continues forgotten in the background as you and Eddie kiss. And kiss. And kiss.