#chapters ficlets

Neighbor Eddie? Maybe he sees the new neighbor moving into the apartment next to his & gets a little obsessed with her? Constantly timing it out to see her in the halls or at the mail room, knows where she works so he “accidentally” stopped in, knows her favorite coffee shop, he’s just always “accidentally” bumping into her , possibly dark sorta stalker-ish story?? Idk Halloween got me in spooky vibes lately & i loved it!! if you’re not comfortable writing this I totally understand but as always I hope you’re doing good!!🫶🏼🫶🏼

(11. New Apartment and 16. A flock of crows) with Eddie Munson. Thank you for your request lovie, I hope this is deliciously spooky!!

Warnings: Stalking, obsession, Dark!Eddie, mentions of homicidal thoughts and torture, mentions of sexual content, 18+ content!

Days were becoming shorter and shorter— darker and gloomier. Through the bleak winter clouds your eyes were drawn to the inky crows circling above your head. Their squawks and wails so violent you could have mistaken them as alarm bells ringing in your ears. They knew something you didn’t.

It was evident that something wasn’t right. An ominous darkness that lay festering beneath the surface of the deceiving ordinary. You had felt it since you moved from your home town— since you had laid your head down to sleep that first night in your new apartment.

It was comparable to a pair of beady eyes staring at you from a shadowy corner. The coat rack that your brain had convinced you was a man looming at the foot of your bed. The feeling made itself known. It demanded to be felt.

At first, you couldn’t have possibly suspected the curly haired metal head who cozily lived across the hall was to blame for your bazar paranoia.

But then you began to see more and more of him…

Eddie was his name. Eddie Munson.

Time continued its endless march onward and you hadn’t noticed the pattern because you had blindly narrowed it down to mere coincidence that you were seeing him so often. And that’s how Eddie wanted it to be. Undetectable. Like micro dosing you with a highly addictive drug. He wanted you to think of him often, but he had to be discreet about how his practices were played out.

It started in the laundry room in the basement of your shared apartment complex. You would be waiting on your load of laundry to finish in the dryer whilst Eddie would be waiting for his things in the washing machine. This was the first of many evenings shared this way. You and Eddie stood silently whilst the clink and clank of fabric shook in the operating machines in front of you. He had clearly left some loose change or maybe a lighter in his pockets.

Until you decided to try and spark the first conversation, “You’re in apartment E, right?”

And that’s all it took for the poison to seep penetratively deep into Eddie’s psyche. He was enchanted by you. Blanketed in a fog of your perfume. Your voice like a siren song lulling him to a watery grave. You had bewitched him. He was hooked.

“I live right across the hall from you in letter F. I moved in last week.” Most people mistook Eddie’s silence as ignorance, but not you. You could see that he wanted to talk to you. You understood him.

“Eddie. It’s nice to finally meet you.” He replied sheepishly and you would be lying if you said that his voice hadn’t caught you off guard. Gruff with a hint of softness— like he hadn’t spoken aloud in a while.

There was an allure to him that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. The way his cheeks heated and his eyes darted everywhere but your face. It’s almost as if he was being seen for the first time. Like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been…

“I heard you play guitar? Sounds pretty cool. I can hear it through the walls sometimes.” You offer him a polite smile to try and coax him out of his shell, but he remains reserved. His arms crossed over his chest and his wild hair falling into his eyes. His eyes that seemed to be the deepest shade of brown you had ever seen. Swallowing light and offering only darkness.

“Didn’t mean to bother you. I’ve been needing to sound proof my walls.” His voice remained lodged in his throat, strangled. He wanted to keep the words unspoken. Thoughts that were meant only for him.

You wave away his worry with a flick of your wrist, “It doesn’t bother me. I do enjoy a good thumping base when I’m doing the dishes. Gives me a reason to dance around and not look clinically insane.”

Your laugh left him stilted— like a deer frozen in headlights. It was a sound he had only dreamt of. Something pulled straight from a fairytale. Your claws sunk into his skin further and his entire body erupted in an itch to run away from you.

“Sorry, I sometimes get ahead of myself, my name’s—“

Before you had any time to even just simply introduce yourself, the brunette was taking off out of the room. Like a criminal fleeing a crime scene. Full of panic and spontaneity.

“Wait— you forgot your… laundry…” And at that point you were meekly talking to empty space. Bumbling like a desperate fool.

If only in that moment you had taken the opportunity to look inside of his washing machine to discover that it was actually empty all along…

Eddie’s uncontrollable fascination with you only worsened with time and he found himself dressed in a dark zipper sweatshirt and a black baseball cap— premeditating his plans before he saw them through. He followed you to and from where you worked at a small bookstore near the edge of town. His breath breathing a thick spread of condensation onto the window pane as he searched for you through the glass. He would stand there for ridiculous amounts of time, sometimes for hours.

However he knew that to avoid suspicion he had to come inside at least a few times. Just to be safe.

He would trace his painted fingertips along the spines of books in the music section of the library and he would pick up one or two of the hardcovers and glance at the front page and the blurb on the back. Just to try and show some sort of faux interest. He would do this all whilst keeping his intense gaze fixated on you.

Your warm smile that always met your eyes. The way your nose scrunched slightly as you concentrated. He appreciated each article of clothing you wore and how the colours contrasted and complimented you beautifully. He longed to hear you laugh and he despised whenever another man would talk to you.

It caused his mind to darken to places it never had before. He would contemplate torture and homicide. He would indulge in fantasies of tying the men up to chairs, beating them into puddles of blood and drool and then making them watch as he fucked your sweet pussy silly. It drove him insane. You drove him insane.

He blamed you for what he was becoming. This animalistic hunter who only had an appetite for you and only you. Nothing could quench his thirst. There was nothing strong enough to drown out the thoughts he had about you.

It’s how he found himself standing behind you in the queue at your favourite cafe. Eddie found the coffee shop to be incredibly basic and he couldn’t quite understand why you loved and preferred it over any other, but if it meant that he got to see you more often then he would come here for the rest of his life.

Eddie hated coffee. He couldn’t stand the stuff. But just because he bought one, didn’t mean he had to drink it. All he had to do was to look like he was. So he nestled himself into a small crook at the hidden away corner of the store and left himself the perfect view of you from afar. He had your order memorised. Alongside the scent of your shampoo.

One day he promised himself that he would work up the courage to let himself into your apartment and see what trinkets of yours he could take but it was something he appreciated that it needed intricate and precise planning. Perfection took time, after all.

“Eddie?” You beamed down at him, your small and white ceramic mug and saucer balancing in the palm of your hand steadily, “What a pleasant surprise! How are you?”

Eddie gulped thickly at the thought of being caught and his trained and alert eyes follow your movements as you take a seat in front of him, welcoming yourself at his small table for one.

“I’m good. How are you?” His answers were always clipped and short. Nothing too interesting to draw you in, but enough mystery to leave you wanting more.

“Same old, same old!” Your shoulders bounce in a quick and dismissive shrug but he already knew what you had been doing prior to this interaction, “Do you come here often? I swear I’ve seen you in here a few times…” You weren’t confident in your allegation which caused Eddie’s heart to settle in his chest. He had you right where he wanted you. Dumb and sweet.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” He cocks one of his eyebrows at you challengingly and his lips curve upward into a sly smirk. In just a sentence he had disarmed you and you melt into your seat comfortably.

“I’ve become quite the regular here…” You sip at the rim of your cup, leaving traces of your lipstick behind on the pristine glass which Eddie knew he would be taking home with him later, “It’s just so cozy! I love it.” You snuggle down into the collar of your cableknitted sweater, the one Eddie had watched you buy from the second hand store just a few blocks over.

Eddie knew you so well. All of your cute mannerisms and your nervous tells. But you hadn’t the faintest clue about him.

Everything seemed to shift one morning when you had stumbled into Eddie when you were retrieving your mail from your post box. It had become a theme for you both to be grabbing your mail at the same time, and somewhere inside of you, a part of you that existed deep down, began to feel uneasy around Eddie.

You began to take notice of the look in his eyes. He always seemed to be somewhere else. Miles away. You could always feel his presence so close behind you, an eerie existence that you couldn’t ignore. His breath would sometimes tickle the hair on the back of your neck and you could have sworn you had felt him sniff your hair at least once of twice.

You started to try and avoid him at any given opportunity. You thought that because he never spoke to you much anyways then there couldn’t be too much harm in the matter.

The only problem was the double edge to your sword. You thought Eddie wouldn’t notice… but of course he did. And it angered him to a point of no return.

“Jesus Christ!!” Your hand clutches at your heart, your fingers fisting at the fabric of your sweater, “I didn’t even hear you come down the stairs…” Your breathing is erratic at the discovery of Eddie standing behind you. It was his intention to remain quiet— to catch you off guard. He liked to see you scared and riled up… it.. excited him.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Although his words sounded sincere, they weren’t. But he knew that you couldn’t tell the difference, “You okay?” He is closer now and he is nearly fleeting at the reflection of himself mirrored in the irises of your gorgeous and blown eyes.

He hears you gulp down a pool of saliva and it causes his smile to widen further, “It’s awfully early to be downstairs, is it not? Where are you off to?” He nearly pins you against the wall of metal post boxes but quickly reverts to opening his own locker. It was empty inside but you didn’t have to know that. He enjoyed toying with you. Puppeteering your feelings like a master of strings.

“I’m going to work.” You were struggling to deflect the annoyance and fear in your voice and Eddie couldn’t help but chuckle to himself lightly. It was a Sunday morning— you weren’t going to work. Actually, you were only down here to try and avoid running into him later on. You couldn’t hide from him anymore. He saw right through your charade.

“You’re going to work at 7 a.m. on a Sunday?” He pried further just so he could see you squirm. And the view was fucking delicious.

“Yes—“ He didn’t allow you to finish.

“In your pyjamas?” He takes his time as his eyes drink in your appearance from head to toe and you are suddenly under the impression that you may be in terrible danger…

“Well… I’m just about to go and get ready so… yes.” You slam your locker closed, twisting the key hurriedly and darting toward the staircase.

“One sec, I’ll walk up with you.” Eddie’s stern voice stills your movements and you shake your head, smiling uncomfortably. The corners of your mouth don’t meet your eyes. Eddie notices this.

“I really should get going—“

“And done.” He closes his locker with such gentleness that it makes your head spin and as he walks over to your rigid frame empty handed you feel your heart shudder in your chest.

“You didn’t have any mail?” Accusation is clear in your voice as you stare at his hands knowingly and Eddie stops dead in his tracks. His once warm smile falls from his lips and his eyes harden to as cold as ice as they meet your own.

“And you don’t have work today.” You watch his head tilt off to one side, like an interested dog listening to its owner for further command and your skin crawls with horrid goosebumps. Your stomach twists into anxious knots and your heart rattles so loudly in your chest that you are afraid he will hear it.

A dreaded silence falls over the empty hall, nothing to be heard but laboured breath. Your voice tremors with anticipation as you bring yourself to ask the question that you already know the answer to.

“How do you know that, Eddie?”

He offers nothing but a vacant stare, almost like he is waiting for you to make the first move. If you run, he will be sure to chase after you. But once he has you in his clutches— he won’t let you go.

“How do you know that.” You ask again, grasping the paper envelopes so tight to the point that they begin to crinkle in your grip. Eddie’s fingers twitch, longing to touch something. To touch you. To hold you still. He couldn’t handle much more of your minuscule frantic movements.

“I think you know how, sweetheart.” Groomed eyebrows perk up on Eddie’s forehead, beckoning you to antagonise him further. His eyes look scarily black now, lifeless like a shark circling its prey. He takes tedious and careful steps toward you but you match each one with a step further up the stairs.

“Well… I… I need to get going. Time is ticking.” You flash him one of your forced smiles again and it’s enough for Eddie to finally reach out and grab you from behind.

His fingers tangle through your hair and he yanks you back down from the staircase. Your envelopes aeroplane across the room and his fingers clasp firmly over your lips before your horrified blood curdling scream can leave your throat.

Eddie moans erotically into your ear as his nose tickles up the nape of your neck. His nostrils whiffing in your scent deeply like a bloodhound on the hunt, “Oh, baby. So soft. So beautiful.” He groans again as his fingers indent into your skin harshly and your thrashes against his restraint fail. Your back is flush against his hard chest and only one of his arms is strong enough to keep you there, “Finally I can have you all to myself…” His voice had shifted downward an octave and you can feel his wolfish smile against your neck before he starts to gnaw and nibble on your skin, “Hope you’re ready for the time of your fucking life…”

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forgot I had a tag list whoops, my bad! Enjoy xoxo

(37. Public sex) This had me going feral! Enjoy, lovie xoxo

Warnings: basically just smut. NSFW

It was a Saturday night out at the cocktail club on the high street and you had arrived on Nancy’s arm. Two intelligent and strong independent women— or so you led everyone to believe.

The bare truth was that you and Billy had been seeing one another secretly for a few months now. It was this exciting game you liked to play with one another; who could resist the other the longest? And how much could you drive the other insane?

You found ways to tease and toy with Billy’s emotions. You knew exactly what to do to earn his attention and Billy was often shameless with how he eyed you. It was as if he had been starving for days and you were a whole banquet of the most delicate and exquisite foods. He couldn’t wait to devour you.

And you made it all too easy for him. The short dress you had chosen for the evening barely covered your ass and it granted Billy smooth access to your pantie clad core beneath the dinner table.

His dark lustrous gaze drank in your facial expressions as you bit down your bottom lip hard enough to possibly draw blood; luckily your red lipstick would campflauge that if it were to happen.

You were already so wet for him, your lace panties damp with arousal as he skilfully pulled them to the side and plunged his fingers deep inside of your aching hole, thrusting his two digits softly and revelling in how your eyebrows frowned together in frustrated concentration as you fought to keep your pleasure hidden from your friends.

“Are you alright? Was the food not any good?” Nancy peers down at your empty in complete confusion before her eyes rest on your strained features. You looked as though you were in pain, but really, you were just in heaven.

“She loved it, didn’t you? Must’ve tasted so good for the plate to be clear, right?” Billy mocks you with his tone, a concealed teasing that only you were familiar with as his fingers twitch and curl into you, stretching you out so well that your lips almost elicit a moan and the sound of your wetness threatens to meet uneasy ears.

“Y-yep. It was so so good…” You choke down a whimper and decide to take a swig of water from the glass you had perched on the table. Billy lifts a forkful of chicken from his plate and places it onto his tongue casually, like he isn’t finger fucking you beneath the table cloth.

Nancy hums in approval and turns her attention back to her glass of wine which she necks back quickly before waving a waitress over for a refill. It was her third glass of the night and you were hoping she would be drunk enough to totally overlook the way your hips were swirling and bucking down onto the leather booth seat beneath you.

“Soaking my fingers, pet,” Billy’s voice is low and husky as he whispers slyly into the shell of your ear, his lips brushing your skin and setting your body alight, “Can’t wait to fill your sweet pussy with my cock later. I bet you’re so excited, hmm? Dirty fucking girl.” His thumb finds your clit and your eyes roll involuntarily to the back of your skull, forcing your eyes to pinch closed as you chase your high against the palm of Billy’s large palm that is massaging against you in such an intoxicating way, “Cum for me, slut. Cum all over my fingers in front of our friends.”

And as Billy’s teeth gnaw on the flesh of your earlobe you feel your thighs tremble against the leather seat beneath you and your hips buck mercilessly as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave; causing your thighs to clench around Billy’s wrist and lock his fingers inside of you as you pulse hungrily around his long meaty digits.

Number (40. Abduction) With Dark!Eddie Munson.

Warnings: Dark themes, cursing, threat. Read at own discretion.

The sharp coils of the mattress press harshly into your back, pinching at your spine and surely bruising your flesh. Your limbs ached in their restraints and your bones felt stiff; like iron that had rusted. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t open your mouth to scream, either. Your throat felt as dry as a desert and your tongue like sandpaper. Needles tickle your throat as you gulp largely, trying to coax saliva back into your mouth.

Your eyes strain into small slits as the singular light bulb buzzing ominously above your head threatens to blind you with its warm intensity. Water stains speckle the tarnished white ceiling, a cause of previous flooding and your eyes trace the cracks along the plaster. You choke down the tinging smell of must and dust. The room you are in had clearly been left vacant for some time, however, it had been quickly spritzed up for your arrival. You didn’t recognise your surroundings. The walls were bare stone and stripped of any personality and the floor was green and carpeted; recently vacuumed and clean.

Your stomach prickles as it twists into anxious large knots and your head pulses with a migraine which causes your vision to blur slightly as you try to find your bearings.

Your wrists are buckled tightly above your head to a metal attachment that was drilled to the concrete wall and you wince at the painful irritation that has appeared around the circumference of your wrist, evidence of your struggle against your captor. You were low down, the sheet clad mattress being laid carefully on the ground and tucked into a corner far from the room door which you could tell was bolted and locked from the outside. There were no windows, no sense of direction or time. You felt disoriented and fuzzy. Almost like medically induced fatigue.

And as the gravity of your situation finally started to seep into your conscious that’s when you realised the horror of what you were experiencing. Despite the way your dry throat fought against you, you began screaming for your life. Hoping— praying— that someone might hear you. A neighbour, a passer by, anyone. Anyone who could free you. You screamed until your throat ran raw and quiet.

But the only person who heard your cries for help was the devil lurking up at the top of the rickety old staircase. His mind plagued with unearthly thoughts and contemplation. Should he keep his identity concealed from you? Or, should he unveil himself? What would you say?

There was only one way for Eddie to know, and that was for him to do it. He wasn’t sure why he got so worked up over your reaction to him, it’s not like you could run away… you were his now. You belonged to him.

Forever.

Terror waters in your glossy adrenaline blown eyes as you watch the worn door whine open on its rusty hinges helplessly. Your heart feels as if it has stilled in your chest and you stop breathing for a moment of pure anticipation and dread.

Standing in the doorway is your keeper, his toned silhouette dark and shadow like. You wait for him to step into the light; to expose himself to you, but he doesn’t. Not yet. He just stands in the darkness staring at you. He’s trying to savour the sight of you. Even after all that struggle— you were still his pretty little girl.

“Who are you?” You ask, breathily. Your words are broken into laboured sobs and Eddie clutches at his chest dramatically, like it hurts him to see you so distressed.

You are met with silence.

“Who the fuck are you?!” You roar this time, much more furious and demanding. Eddie clicks his tongue distastefully before taking one singular step forward into the room. The overhead light casts devastatingly bleak shadows across the bone structure of his face and your jaw falls slack at the sight of him. Eddie can see the gears in your head visibly turning as you try to recollect every memory you have of him; but you can’t. You can’t think of anything other than how his black eyes are glaring at you and how his lips are smirking evilly in your direction.

“That’s enough of that— what happened to my sweet girl, hmm? Is she feeling brave?” Your eyes catch sight of Eddie’s fingers working on the notches in his belt, then as he slides it smoothly from his jeans belt loops you feel your heart plummet to the bottom your empty stomach. Your chest fills with the ramped beats of your tormented heart. The metal of the belt buckle clanks as he folds the leather together, snapping it as he howls darkly, “I’m gonna have to remind you of your manners, aren’t I, brat?”

You scuttle upright and nearly bruise yourself as your back slams against the concrete wall behind you. Only now do you notice your attire— a large plain black t-shirt with bare legs and… and no underwear. Your eyes glaze over and you bring your purple knees up to rest tightly against your body as you weakly attempt to cower away into a small ball in hopes that he will leave you be.

“Shhh… don’t cry, baby.” He advances toward you, “We’re gonna have some fun. Promise.” Eddie crosses his heart mockingly and you… well…

You hope to die.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, smoking, drugs… let me know if I’ve missed anything.

Apartment block 2, House No. 11

Your new home across the landing from a handsome stranger whose name you hadn’t acquired yet. He was sweet enough to help the moving men you had hired up the multi-storey stair case with your sofa and furniture— unfortunately you weren’t there to witness it. But you had been told.

You would always glimpse parts of his life as you walked by his front door. There would be laughter and noise coming from inside, groans of agitation when the sports games were on and live electric guitar being played throughout the supposing quiet hours of the day. Sometimes you could have sworn that you could smell hints of marijuana seeping in through your open window from the fire escape.

He didn’t seem like a smoker— but who were you to label him? You didn’t know him. Not yet.

It was New Year’s Eve and you watched from the comfort of your sofa as the night fallen city roared to life. People in glittering dresses and party hats. Empty beverage bottles and metal cans littered the streets and you watched drunken revellers sway and sing as they dragged themselves along the concrete below your window. The clock had barely just struck 8 p.m. and you would be lying if you said you weren’t shocked to see people celebrating this early.

However, maybe you were just feeling a little sour because you had nowhere to go. No party to attend. No friends to catch up with.

The joys of starting a new life in a new city.

You feed yourself the last bite of ice cream and as you set the empty ceramic bowl and spoon into the sink with a clank and bang that’s when you first hear the speakers playing through the wall. A thumping bass that seems to rattle every bone in your body.

In the stairwell you can hear people spilling into the apartment next door, not caring to keep their voices down as they pile inside. The masses grow and by 8:30 p.m. the place is packed full of sweaty, drunken fools bringing in the close to the year.

Dread settles within you and you find momentary solace on the fire escape, breathing in the fresh cool air— until someone else seems to feel the need to join you there.

“You must be the new neighbour! Welcome to the jungle.” His cigarette cherry illuminates his face and casts complimentary shadows across his chiselled bone structure. You try to pinpoint if you have seen him before, but your mind comes up blank. You don’t recognise his long, unruly dark hair and the black tattoos inked across his pale skin.

He seemed friendly enough, trying to spark a mediocre conversation with you. But you weren’t in a very talkative mood. You just wanted some peace and quiet. You wanted to be able to hear yourself think.

“Aren’t you gonna come and join the party? It’s New Year’s!” He exclaims as he flicks his cigarette bud across the railing and your eyes watch it as it plummets to the ground below. Still lit at the end.

Horror startles you into a frenzy as the man starts to climb over toward your perched body and you splay your hands out flat in front of you, “No, no! Don’t come over here— you might fall!” To your dismay and bewilderment, he makes it across to you safely and only now are you able to truly look at him in all of his Metal glory.

“M’ Eddie, by the way. Harrington’s friend.” His thumb shoots back to where he had clambered over from and at the confusion that crosses your face he laughs before crossing his arms over his chest and tucking his ringed fingers beneath his armpits, “Steve. Steve Harrington. Your neighbour?”

A newfound sense of clarity washes over you and you nod meekly, slightly embarrassed, “We haven’t been introduced yet, I suppose. It’s nice to put a name to a face.” You shrug your shoulders and Eddie leans lesuirely against the rusted railing behind him.

“Why don’t you come over then? Be all neighbourly and crash his party. I’m sure he would love to see you there.” Alongside the lilt in Eddie’s voice and the wide grin on his face it hinted to you that he knew something that you didn’t and it made you nervous but all the more curious to know what he meant.

You found yourself wondering what Steve’s apartment looked like. How it was decorated; what colours did he like? What colours did he hate? Did he live alone or was he in a relationship? Any pets? What did he do for work?

You were intrigued. So intrigued that you allowed this stranger to convince you to attend the party next door.

And when you walked in side by side with Eddie, you felt as though you had this gravitational pull that forced eyes to wander to you. They would settle on you for a second or two before they would drift back to whatever they were focused on before your arrival. It gave you a brief power trip. You felt desired. Welcomed.

“Hey, Harrington!!” Eddie used his fingers to whistle over the deafening music and the sight of Steve turning his heated gaze to settle on you made you want to melt into a puddle. His eyes were so warm and glossy— like honey. If you weren’t careful, you could get lost in them, “I set up this official meet, thank me later,” with a dramatic cough of his throat Eddie continues, “Steve this is neighbour, Neighbour this is Steve. Enjoy.” With a not so subtle wink Eddie disperses to somewhere located within the premises and you are left standing with Steve. Finding yourself rather jealous of the volume in his hair.

“It’s nice to meet you— finally.” He smiles down at you and you fight back a blush. You were meeting him under totally normal circumstances however you were still quite flustered by the fact that you hadn’t introduced yourself before now. It had been a few weeks and you hadn’t spoken to one another; not even once. You felt you could’ve insulted him— you thought of yourself as rude.

However, with Steve’s soft demeanour, you were led to believe otherwise. Maybe he was just as embarrassed as you.

“It’s nice to meet you too! It’s strange how formal Eddie made it but I’m glad he invited me nonetheless.”

“I was going to invite you,” a sheet of panic washes over Steve, “I just wasn’t sure if you were the type to enjoy parties…”

Excuses, excuses.

The actual reason he hadn’t invited you was because he thought you were cute— gorgeous, even, and he was a bit too bashful to just come straight out and talk to you. He knew that a party invitation could have been a good ice breaker, but he was also aware that it could have made him out to be a total jackass. And that was the last thing he wanted.

“I get it, don’t worry! I’m here now.” You’re smiling up at him, much more relaxed than you were before, and Steve settles into your presence like a you were a friend he had known for years. He liked you. You were polite and respectful.

“So, any New Year’s resolutions? Mines is that I should definitely stop drinking so much beer.” It made you giggle as you watched him finish off his can of Bud and you tap your index finger against your lips, lost in a beat of thought.

“Mines would be that I should talk to my neighbours more often— I met one of them recently and they seem to be really nice. Hopefully he stays that way.” You were proud of how your confidence had sky rocketed within the last 10 minutes and Steve wiggles his eyebrows at you knowingly.

“I’m sure he’ll remain that way. Especially since his neighbour is a total heartthrob and a sweetheart.” He blamed the alcohol for his flirtatious forwardness but he couldn’t help it. Not with you looking up at him like that.

You shake your head as you laugh, scanning around his living room for any signs of an untouched drink, “If he play his cards right he might end up with a New Year’s kiss at the end of the night— but first, I need a drink. Have you got any?”

He nods a little too eagerly and your heart swells and swoons in your chest. You were kicking yourself at the fact you had left this interaction untouched for so long. What were you so afraid of? Steve was like a puppy dog.

“Wait here, I’ll go and grab you one from the fridge.” You watch as he swivels and swerves through the sea of dancing bodies and you keep your feet planted exactly where they were on the hardwood floor. Excited for Steve’s return.

Beer pong, shots and drunken charades had all been filtered in throughout the night. 12 a.m. was fast approaching and the adrenaline flooding your veins at the thought of stealing a kiss from Steve left you buzzing with happiness and nerves.

You eyed him from across the room, admiring his black suit jacket and his perfectly styled hair. You watched as he interacted with his friends and party guests— so kind and nurturing. It only cemented your agenda.

As soon as that countdown began, you were running to him. And luckily for you— you didn’t have long to wait.

“1 minute everybody!!” Someone screams from your side, their voice bellowing in your ear and grabbing your attention. Your heart flutters in your chest and as you look back over at Steve you are pleasantly surprised to see that he is also looking at you. You chew on your bottom lip in anticipation, all girlish and excited for what the near future holds.

“10…” You freeze as the chant begins.

“9…” You prepare yourself, setting your cup down on a random flat surface.

“8…” You feel like your heart is beating outside of your chest.

“7…” Steve’s hands twitch with longing and you watch his face contour with nerves.

“6…” You are making your way over to him, your feet are quick against the hard and slightly sticky floor.

“5…” It’s a fight against bodies and time, and Steve is quick to try and meet you through the crowd.

“4…”You begin to fret that you won’t make it to him in time, sandwiched between a couple who are already making out.

“3…” Steve rounds the couple and takes your wrists into his smooth but massive hands.

“2…” It’s all eye contact now. Unwritten permission being asked.

“1…” You nod feverishly. And in a blink of an eye Steve’s lips are on yours as chaos ignites around your stilled bodies. His fingertips trace and tangle through your hair as he cups your face closer to his. Your shaky hands steady themselves on his broad and plump chest and you struggle to breathe as you devour one another.

“Happy New Year!!” The crowd scream but you and Steve remain unmoved and entangled in one another.

So! This is the first ever time i submit an ask and i didn't realize this was this nerve-wrecking, heh ^^ .

I read most of your fics and they are very well written! You keep the character personalities very well!

I wanted to put in a request for some small fluffy thing if you do them, for your ficlets.

Either Eddie or Steve, with a reader who is sick with flu or stomach bug? And just, the character taking care of them?

If you do not wish to write, no problem, of course!

Make sure to drink water, and to get some clear air :)! Take care ♡

Hello!! You are such an angel oml, thank you for the request, you don’t ever have to feel nervous when talking to me 🥰 I went with Mr Harrington for this one! I hope you enjoy! Feel free to send me in ficlet requests everyone!!! Xoxo

Warnings: Seasonal illness, germs (?), fluff, female reader, Steve is just an overall sweetheart.

“What are you still doing here? I thought you were going to meet everyone at Skull rock?” Your pyjama clad body was tucked under tightly beneath two cozy blankets on the sofa and you were near enough hidden completely under a mountainous pile of white tissues. The skin around the top of your nose and nostrils was irritated and inflamed from your constant sniffling and Steve pouted at the way your stuffy sinuses affected your sweet voice.

“You really think I would go out and leave my precious girl home all alone and sick? Absolutely not. I’m making soup.” Your eyes widen in total shock and if your head wasn’t pounding with a congestion brewed headache then you would have sprung up to your feet and forced Steve out of the living room.

“No, no—“ You throw a green skittle over at his standing body and he watches in amusement as the small candy bounces off of his breast and onto the floor, “I cannot be the reason you miss out on the bonfire. Everyone is expecting to see you there.” The thought alone makes dread seep into your already dizzy brain. You didn’t want Steve’s friends to think you were some sort of wet blanket who hogged all of his attention.

“Did I stutter a moment ago? No. I don’t think I did.” He smiles sweetly as he walks over to you until the toes of his sneakers are only inches away from the frame of the sofa and he squats down so his face equal with yours, “I’m going to take care of you, okay? I’ve already spoke to Dustin and he’s gonna pass on the message for me. Besides, I thought we could watch some spooky movies? It is October and all.” He nuzzles the tip of his nose to yours and you giggle away softly, melting in his gentle touch as he strokes his palm over your hair.

“Okay,” You reply with a large smile, “But can we have some ice cream too? My throat hurts.” You didn’t have a cough, only a blocked nose and a wicked headache, and so when Steve hears this little white lie he finds it beyond hilarious. Your ears perk up at the sound of Steve’s howling chuckle as you purposefully fake a small cough and he softly massages the flesh of your shoulders through your pyjama shirt.

“For you? Anything.” He grins, his caramel eyes madly in love with you, “Tell ‘Chef Steve’ what he has to do and he’ll do it, baby.”

His kindness always nearly brought you to the point of tears. He really was all that you needed to feel better.

“Soup, ice cream and… cuddles. That’ll be all, Chef Steve.” You throw him a wink and he returns it quickly.

I’m opening submissions for small ficlets that can range from 100 - 1k words (depending on how inspired I get).

The characters I will write for are as listed below;

(Stranger Things) Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove.

(Bill Skarsgärd) Eric Draven, Roman Godfrey.

Feel free to suggest a character to me and I will either confirm or deny the request. It is also of great importance that you read my rules (that can be found on my pinned post) before you submit a request. Please stay kind and respectful. I am only human.

To submit a request please send me either 1 or 2 of the below prompts alongside the character you wish to see and a rough brief what you want the request to entail.

Prompts

Threesome

Bonfire

Gym shorts

Mean and scary?

Vibrator

New Years Eve

Matching pyjamas

Somnophilia

Supernatural

Slow dancing

New apartment

Guitar lessons

Warehouse

Pillow humping

Enemies

A flock of crows

Botanical garden

Tattoo gun

Narcotics

Basement

Dildo

Abandoned

Graveyard

Speed drive

Bandaged knuckles

Eyeliner

Bathtub

Butcher

Tortured artist

Book store

Monster

Tavern

Crumpled paper

Potion shop

Role play

Nude painting

Hollow

Sleepy mansion

Music

Public sex

Bound and gagged

Stalker

Abduction

Lazy evenings

Tentacles

1800’s/1900’s

Dunking for apples

Dust

Skinny dipping

Free use

Ice skating

Decorating the tree

Dinner conversation

Crime

Fists or knives?

Blindfold

Angels and demons

Sea salt

Lingering scent

Mirrors

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