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Eddie with straight hair??

I’d like to imagine he went to a barber or something after years of cutting and doing his own hair and they ended up straightening it.

Dustin hiding behind Mike as he silently judges this new style choice while mike is just like “brother?” Bc yk, bowl cut lookin ass-

Might end up redoing this so

I hate being genderqueer/transmasc why the fuck do these two give me gender envy?

My Adrian themed phone layout (slightly chaotic)

Feel free to use for Inspo or something :D

Noot noot 😏

D is for -I know your dirty little secret!

Dirty Secret- I refuse to apologies for this! I DARE you to tell me you wouldn’t :P

Very smutty 18+

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hold me closer [e.munson]

summary: you can’t sleep. eddie helps you out

pairing(s): eddie munson x fem!reader

fandom: stranger things

word count: 1583

warnings: lots of fluff, reader has insomnia, making out, suggestive jokes, eddie being a sweetheart, eddie being fuckin sexy

“Can I come over?”

Your voice is sweet and soft through the phone. Sleepy. Eddie smiles, leaning into the wall.

“Course you can, princess. It’s late though, are you tired?” he rasps. You hum in affirmation.

“Can’t sleep.”

You struggle with sleeping often, spending many nights without so much as a second of rest. Eddie tries in every way he can to help, doing everything from playing you soothing music to holding you in his arms and cuddling you to sleep. Sometimes his efforts pay off - other times, not so much.

“Alright, baby. You want me to come and get you?”

“‘s alright, I’ll walk.” Eddie frowns; his little grunt makes you giggle. Balancing the phone between his ear and shoulder, he rifles through the array of possessions scattered by the front door and jumps in triumph when he finds his car keys.

“I don’t want you walking so late by yourself, beautiful. I’m gonna come and get you, okay?”

“I don’t want you walking so late by yourself, beautiful. I’m gonna come and get you, okay?”

“I don’t want you walking so late by yourself, beautiful. I’m gonna come and get you, okay?”

“‘kay, Eds. See you soon. Love you.”

“Love you more.”

“Love you more.”

“Love you more.”

Eddie hangs up and crosses his arms. You must be exhausted if how agreeable you are is anything to go by. Usually you’d do anything but let Eddie help you, arguing and protesting for every second that your boyfriend is trying to make your life easier. But you just don’t have it in you. You’re so fucking tired.

The drive to your house isn’t a long one, but Eddie hates the idea of you out, alone, in the middle of the night. He’s so protective of you - and with good reason.

You’re already waiting outside when he arrives. Hopping into the passenger seat, you gaze up at him with drooping eyes. He threads fingers through your hair, nimble and wonderfully gentle, and you murmur quietly, leaning into him.

“Hi, pretty princess,” he says, “Let’s get you to bed. We can cuddle, have some tea, whatever you want.”

“Tea?” you giggle.

“Yeah! I read somewhere that it’s like, super calming and can help you fall asleep. So I bought some for you.”

“Thank you, baby.” You smile, climbing awkwardly into his lap in the car. He sits back, immediately making room for you. You’re so lucky, really, to have someone who puts up with all of this. Who wants you despite all of your silly quirks and flaws, even though you’re difficult and stubborn and hard to deal with sometimes. Eddie loves you regardless. Pushing your hair back from your face, he kisses your forehead; you whine, holding his face still to press a kiss to his lips. He sits up, deepening the kiss; your lips mesh together, warm and soft and comforting, and Eddie’s tongue slips through and into your mouth, pulling a hum from you.

“Eddie,” you whine against his lips, fingers curled around his t-shirt.

“Shh, shh. ‘s alright,” he reassures, thumb caressing your cheek. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”

A grin cracks across your face at the word home. What’s his is yours, after all, and Eddie has always adhered to that.

You climb back over to the passenger seat, clicking your seatbelt in and hugging your knees.

“Good girl,” Eddie says, rubbing your cheek before starting the car engine again.

The ride to Eddie’s is short and quiet; you struggle to keep your eyes open, but still sleep refuses to come. By the time you realise that you’re stationary and Eddie’s already out of the car, he’s lifting you. You wrap your arms around his neck, breathing him in and working deft fingers into the baby hairs at the nape of his neck. With your other hand, you twirl the ends of his long hair, smiling dazedly into his neck. His steps are long and languid, purposely so as not to jolt you. He unlocks the caravan, setting you down gently so he can close the door behind him. You make for the bed, laying down on the pillows that smell like him and inhaling deeply.

“Smells like weed in here, Eds,” you laugh.

“Sorry, sweetheart.”

“No, the smell isn’t bad,” you reply, “jus’ different.”

“Okay, what do you wanna do? What d’ya think’ll help you fall asleep?”

“Dunno. Will you cuddle me?”

He toes his heavy boots off along with his jacket, climbing into the bed alongside you. You’re on him in an instant, shuddering at the touch you’ve been sorely lacking. You already feel like you could fall asleep.

“I missed you,” you tell him, pushing your arms under his own and stretching.”

“I missed you too, princess. Missed this.” You hum thoughtfully at his reply, kissing his jaw.

“How’s Hellfire been? Is your campaign going well?”

“Oh yeah, it’s going really well. It’d be better if I had my lucky charm to come with me.”

“That me?” you giggle.

“Of course that’s you. Will you come, sweetheart? Please?”

“Yeah, Eds, I’ll come. You’ve just got to help me sneak out. My dad has me on house arrest.”

“I’m not messing with your dad. He scares me,” he laughs. “What did you do?”

“I snuck out to go to one of Steve’s parties and I may have come back a little bit drunk.”

“Oh my god,” he cackles, his chest shaking with the force of his laughs.

“Not my finest moment,” you admit, “He only really grounded me because I threw up on the front doorstep.”

Eddie cries actual tears at that, wheezing and howling above you. You scrunch your face up, batting at him halfheartedly.

“You’re so mean!”

“It’s funny, princess. I’m sorry!”

You settle yourself in the juncture of his neck, his infectious happiness relaxing you infinitesimally. His arm travels up and around your shoulders, rubbing soothing circles into your skin. You shiver, slipping your hands beneath his t-shirt.

“Y’alright?” he asks, tilting his head to get a glimpse of your face.

“‘m alright. Just tired.”

He pulls the blankets further over you, pressing his lips to your temple. Before he knows what’s happened, you’ve drifted off to sleep nestled in his arms.

You manage to doze for a few hours before you’re wide awake again. You feel refreshed and significantly better, albeit still tired. Eddie sleeps soundly next to you and you smile, tracing his tattoos with the very tip of your finger. Your lips follow, pressing chaste kisses to his skin, anywhere you can reach. You do it for no other reason than you need to feel close to him.

“Fuck, I love you,” Eddie rasps, voice thick with sleep. “Can’t believe I have you all to myself.”

You laugh, snuggling back into his awaiting arms and kissing a trail along his jaw and cheek.

“I love you more,” you mumble.

“Don’t test me, princess. You want me to prove how much I love you?”

The innuendo isn’t wasted on you and your eyes widen as his arms tighten around your frame.

“Baby, it’s so early!” you squeal, writhing in his iron grip.

“Shh, shh,” he coaxes, body crushing yours from above now; his skilled hands have you soft like putty within mere seconds and you go lax, baring your throat to him like an offering. A sacrifice.

“There’s my girl,” he praises, teeth grazing the tender skin over your trachea. “So good for me. So pretty.”

“Eddie,” you whimper, pawing at his chest and abdomen.

“I’m right here. What do you want?” he almost purrs, knowing exactly what to say to rile you up.

“I-I want you,” you manage to stutter out, arms sprawled around you. You’ve gone limp like prey - and he’s hunting you.

“Gonna have to be more specific than that, sweetheart. I’m right here.”

Your skin is on fire, buzzing with energy that needs to be expelled. You need him to do something, anything.

“Kiss me please.”

He doesn’t need any more encouragement, lips feverish against your own. When his hands cup your cheeks, rings cold against your warm skin, you prop yourself up on your elbows, pressing yourself as far into him as you can get. He murmurs love words against your lips.

“Good girl. So good f’me, princess. Fuck, I love you so much.” Incoherent whines are your only reply as you practically try to crawl inside of his skin. You can’t seem to get close enough and it’s driving you mad.

“Sweetheart, I’m here. Chill out,” Eddie laughs. You could almost cry. You need to be closer.

“I can’t,” you breathe, tucking your bare arms under his t-shirt. “Not close enough.”

“Alright, alright. If you wanted me to take my clothes off, should’ve just asked.” He winks, stripping his shirt off in one clean movement. You pounce, nuzzling into him. He cradles you like you’re made of china, lips gliding over your face and shoulders. “Sweetheart, what is it?”

“I just missed you,” you say, “Everything is so much worse when you’re away.”

“I have you, princess. I missed you so much.”

The fatigue returns tenfold, crashing over you like a wave, pulling you under. It’s almost as if your body knows you’re safe with Eddie and allows you to relax. To sleep peacefully without worry.

“Can we go back to sleep please?” you ask. Eddie nods.

“Finally feeling tired, hm?”

“Yeah.”

He gets you comfortable, smiling at your dozy expression. You sigh softly, pressing your face to his chest and wrapping your arms around his neck. Humming, you kiss the hollow of his throat.

“Love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He rubs your head with deft fingers until you’re pulled back under by sleep.

there is not enough fucking aoyoma angst in this fandommmm

like???? its right there?? a little quirkless boy whos parents made him take a quirk that hurts just to use from the literal demon king instead of just having a quirkless child??? like the angst is all there

ooo i have an eddie idea. HC that eddie loves your cheeks. they are just so squishy and cute he can’t help himself 😚😚

oh my Gods this is so cute

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"You're so adorable," Eddie cooed, reaching over to squish your cheeks with one hand.

You pouted, crossing your arms. "Why jew you like shkishing my cheeksh sho much?"

"Because they're squishy and adorable and they make you talk like that," Eddie replied, leaning over and pecking your lips.

You furrowed your brow and Eddie grinned, admiring your cutely crumpled expression.

"You're so cute and pretty and I love you so much." He pulled you into his lap and kissed you.

You giggled as he moved down, attaching his lips to your neck. "Eddie..."

"Hm?"

"Mmm..." You tilted your head up and let him attack you with his lips.

"So pretty, sweetcheeks."

You pulled away, laughing and covering your face. "Ewww, don't call me that!"

Eddie laughed, leaning over you. "But I love your sweet cheeks, sweetcheeks." He kissed you on each of your cheeks and then squished them again.

You wrinkled your nose. "You're so mean to me!"

"What? No, no I'm not!" he protested, kissing you all over your face. "No, baby, I love you. And your sweet cheeks."

You groaned. "No, no, no!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He snuggled into the crook of your neck, kissing your chin. "They're just so cute and squishy."

"You're so cute and squishy," you grumbled.

He laughed again. "You're so cute, I love you so much."

You smiled, kissing his head.

"Sweetcheeks."

"Eddie!"

✨Women✨

#Step on me, ladies

reader comforting eddie after he has a nightmare abt reader being taken by vecna!!

omgggg yessss

ok i'm kind of in love with this fic fjskfjsklfjksl

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You were screaming. You were screaming and there was nothing Eddie could do about it.

"No, please, please, I'm sorry," you sobbed, eyelids fluttering rapidly. "I didn't mean to."

"(Y/N)!" Eddie screamed. He ran over to you, more terrified than he'd ever been in his life. "(Y/N), wake up, please, baby, you gotta wake up."

You gave him no response. Tears streamed down your cheeks, and you continued begging the unseen monster to let you go, telling it you were sorry, that you didn't mean to do whatever you did.

Then, suddenly, your body started to rise.

"No," Eddie rasped. "No, no, not again..." He ran over to you, desperately trying to pull you to the ground, but it was no use. "No, (Y/N), no!" he screamed.

You let out a blood-curdling shriek and your head and limbs jerked back. Your bones broke, one by one, and your eyes looked like they'd been pulled inside your head.

Eddie screamed your name and ran over to you, sobbing and clawing at the ceiling to try to get you down. It didn't matter. You were already dead.

Your body dropped to the floor.

"No, no, (Y/N)," Eddie sobbed, crawling over to you and taking your broken body in his hands. "No, not you, anyone but you."

"Eddie..."

He could hear the monster's voice. It was coming for him now, he knew it. He needed to get out of there, needed to leave before it took him too but he couldn't. He couldn't leave you.

"Eddie!"

The monster was growing impatient. Eddie began to panic, to scramble to leave, but it was too late.

It had already gotten him.

"Eddie!"

Eddie jolted awake with a start, breathing heavily. He looked around with wide eyes, expecting to see your mutilated body and a corpse-like monster in front of him.

"Eddie!"

His eyes snapped to you, bloodshot and brimming with tears. You were alive, you were whole. It was just a dream. Eddie sobbed and collapsed against you.

"Hey..." you murmured, stroking his hair. "Hey, you're okay. You're okay, baby, you're okay..." You kissed his head, pressing your cheek against his messy, sweaty hair. "Do you wanna tell me what happened?" you asked softly, rubbing his shoulders.

"It got you," he said hoarsely, tears still streaming down his face. "The thing that killed Chrissy, it got you."

"Hey, hey, I'm right here," you cooed, thumbing the salty water off of his cheeks. "It was just a dream, baby, I'm fine."

Eddie sobbed again, burying his face in your neck. "I need you to be okay," he whispered.

"I am," you assured him softly. "I am, honey, I am. I'm right here next to you, in this gross-ass shed, completely alive and well."

Eddie let out a watery laugh, gripping you tighter. "Don't let it get you," he begged. "Please don't let it get you."

"I won't," you whispered. "I promise I won't."