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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: eddie has a date, with someone who isn’t you. you’re less than thrilled about it

Warnings: ANGST, jealousy, unrequited love, eddie being clueless, cursing, mentions of vomiting, me knowing nothing about D&D (i’m sorry but it deserves a warning), eventual best friends!-to-lovers!

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: alright y’all this is the imagine i had talked about a few days ago and as someone who loves these kinds of fics, i’m quite proud of myself. also i apologize for my lack of knowledge about D&D, eddie would definitely be disappointed, but i had a friend read it over and he thinks it makes sense so we’re going with it! i hope you all enjoy :)- sava

part two (coming friday, july 22nd)

summary: over the course of your friendship, eddie never noticed that you didn’t swear. he took it upon himself to find a way to change that. it was pure chance that you were also screaming his name in the process. [4.7k+ words]

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni), fingering, oral (female receiving), humping, dirty talk

pairing: eddie munson x female!best friend!reader

a/n: oh. my. goodness.this is the first full-blown fic that i’ve written in a while and my first ever published smut. this is probably my favorite thing i’ve ever written & the longest. as always, i hope you enjoy and I encourage you to interact with this. i’d really appreciate it. *also, i know hellraiser comes out in 1987… just pretend it didn’t for my sake <3

“Ouch! Motherlover!” You exclaimed out of the blue, breaking the silence in the room. You shook your left hand vigorously, hoping to alleviate the pain that struck your pointer finger.

After examining the injury, you gazed up at Eddie sitting on his throne. He had a look on his face that you couldn’t quite decipher. He looked slightly concerned, hearing you cry out in pain had startled him but on the other hand, it seemed as if he could burst out laughing at any second.

“Papercut.” You explained, holding up your finger so that he could see.

A smirk appeared on his face, “I figured. Looks gnarly.” Eddie’s tone was laced with sarcasm.

The two of you were currently in the drama room at Hawkins High School. Hellfire had just been slaughtered by the Cult of Vecna and was in need of a new campaign. Everyone in the club was itching to prove to not only themselves but Eddie that they were capable of outsmarting him and beating his new labyrinth of a campaign.

You weren’t Dungeon Master but, you were his best friend and a big help when it came to brainstorming. Eddie often found that whenever the two of you were riffing off of the top of each other's heads, he came up with the best ideas. So, it wasn’t unusual that you’d stay late after school to help him.

“What?” His sarcastic response didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Nothing.” He shrugged, still smirking. Eddie peaked at you from behind his hair to see that you weren’t buying it.

You poked his arm in the same spot where his bat tattoo was permanently etched into his skin, “C’mon. What?”

If Eddie knew you half as well as he thought he did, he should’ve guessed that you would probe, “It’s just-” He paused and chuckled to himself, “Motherlover? Really Y/N.”

“What? I always say that!”

“Yeah, exactly. You always say “motherlover” He air quoted, “I mean, what’s wrong with just saying motherfucker and moving on?”

“Nothing’s wrong with swearing. It’s just not my thing.” You shrugged as you continued to scribble away in your notebook.

Even when the two of you were harebrained freshmen, ripe for the picking, Eddie can’t recall hearing you curse. He just assumed that it was because your innocence was still lively & intact.

But as time went on and your age increased, you would stay out past your curfew, unbeknownst to your parents. Or you would indulge in smoking with Eddie at his trailer. So, it wasn’t like you were some goodie-two-shoes who got on her knees every Sunday to pray and repent for her sins.

Eddie reached across the table and closed the book you were writing in. Then, he proceeded to gently snatch it away from you and slide it across the empty table. The two of you watched as it slid off the edge and smacked the floor.

“I was using that.” It would be a lie if you said you were surprised that he’d do something like that but, that’s just who Eddie is. A man that goes to great lengths to get your undivided attention.

“I call bullshit,” Eddie began, adjusting his position in his throne so that one of his legs was thrown haphazardly across the wooden arm, “Out of all of the crazy, ridiculous, rash stunts that we’ve pulled over the course of our friendship… you draw the line at swearing?”

“I mean, Henderson curses more than you and he’s like… twelve.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s fourteen,” You corrected.

“Don’t try and change the subject, princess.” Eddie deadpanned, not breaking eye contact.

Your mind flashed away from your current conversation to a dream that you had maybe three nights ago.

Eddie’s face was burrowed between your thighs, licking up your cunt before stopping at your clit and swirling his tongue, the way that drove you crazy.

Despite everything, despite your legs wrapped around his shoulders, despite his hair covering the top half of his face, he never broke eye contact with you. Not even for a second.

“You like that, princess?” He asked you before continuing to lap at your pussy.

You were instantly transported back to where you sat. In a room with Eddie. Not in his trailer sprawled out on his bed, “What have I told you about calling me Princess?” You pointed an accusatory finger at him.

He swatted it away as quickly as you lifted it, “How ‘bout this. I’ll stop when you tell me to shut the fuck up.”

You protested, “No, I’m not doing that!”

“How about shut the hell up. That’s better, right?” Eddie continued, refusing to let up.

Despite his best efforts, you still stood your ground, “Gosh, no, Eddie!”

“Alright,” He paused. You could tell by how his eyebrows were furrowed and how he mindlessly twirled his rings that he was thinking and hadn’t given up yet.

“Telling me to stick it where the sun shines?” He proposed, “It’s a step in the right direction, huh?” Eddie smiled.

At this, you didn’t even try and protest. You just shook your head and rose from your chair, walking to the end of the table and retrieving the notebook that Eddie had so kindly flung across the room.

Returning to your seat, you opened the page you’d been working on and finished your thoughts.

A few seconds passed before Eddie realized that you were intentionally ignoring him. He scoffed, “Jesus H Christ. You’re hopeless, princess.”

You swallowed, trying so hard not to go back to the deep crevices of your mind that thought of Eddie that way. He’s your best friend. Get yourself together. You told yourself.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll get there one day.”

He used this nickname so often that it could’ve doubled as your name. But today, you couldn’t stand to have him call you anything other than Y/N. You had to change the subject or else you’d be clenching your thighs the entire drive home.

“Hey!” You whacked his hand closest to you.

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe we could’ve had the new beast for this month's campaign if you weren’t such an asshole?” Another whack, this time on his kneecap.

“One day.” He reiterated before scribbling something on a scratch sheet of paper, completely ignorant to the pool of desire he caused to form in your underwear just by simply calling you a name.

˚ · •. ° .

The entire room erupted in whoops and hollers as Frank Cotton’s dismembered body panned into the frame. Jeff stood on the edge of his loveseat while Gareth clapped at the television screen. Eddie on the other hand remained silent, focusing on the movie.

Occasionally, members of Hellfire gathered at Jeff’s house to watch a horror movie. Today, it was decided that you’d be watching Hellraiser.

This was a very different pick from your run-of-the-mill Nightmare on Elm Street or Friday the 13th. Hellraiser breached a new level of gore and Eddie was forced to step in as dungeon master and forbid the younger members of Hellfire to participate in this particular flick.

“I don’t want to be responsible for replacing your bedsheets.” He’d said when talking to Dustin, which resulted in Eddie being told off with some expletives.

Although he didn’t tell you, Eddie considered asking if you wanted to sit this one out. He remembers how nervous you looked when people started getting slaughtered left and right by Jason Voorhees. From how Gareth described it, Hellraiser made all the other movies you’d watched seem like a walk in the park.

Now, you sat next to him, squirming slightly in your seat on Jeff’s couch. Eddie turned his head to glance at you, expecting to see you looking away from the carnage on screen but, he was mistaken.

You didn’t peel away from the bloodshed. Not even for a second. He should’ve known that you’d do this. Be stubborn and stare the violence down, even if all you wanted to do was shield your eyes.

Eddie thought of a way to add fuel to the fire.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder. As expected, you didn’t even bat an eyelash. This was something that Eddie did so often during these movies that it became second nature.

He gave you a few seconds to adjust to his arm before he inched in closer to your ear and whispered, “Are you creeped out?” Despite his devious intentions, it was a genuine question.

If Eddie got even a sense that this was starting to get too much for you, he would’ve whisked you out of there.

“Uh-uh.” You shook your head, still keeping your eyes glued to the screen.

Eddie pressed on, “Are you sure? I can tell them to turn it off… princess.” He added at the last second.

You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

Suddenly, you became hyperaware of everything. The way Eddie’s arm was draped across your shoulder, the weight of his chest as it pressed against you, his thigh glued to yours, his breath fanning across your neck as he spoke… everything.

If this movie wasn’t going to be the death of you, he sure was.

Despite everything your body was urging you to do, you didn’t give in. You just kept a neutral look on your face and paid him no attention.

“Oh, don’t be that way,” He urged, “You’re not gonna tell me to fuck off, princess?” There was an edge to his voice.

It was no surprise that you felt wetness begin to pool in your underwear for the second time this week. Lord. If only he was aware of the things he did to me, maybe he wouldn’t do them at all.

“C’mon, Y/N. Just say one bad word, for me?” He begged. When he said this, the typical playfulness in his voice was gone, nowhere to be found.

You tore your eyes from the television, but when you looked at Eddie’s face only to see that signature Cheshire cat grin upon his face, you knew you fell for it.

All Eddie wanted was for you to give in. It wasn’t the thing he’d longed for you to do the most but, it was still something. A step in the right direction, he’d said earlier this week.

He was itching to say it again now. Instead, he opted for, “Progress, Princess. I’ll crack you soon enough.”

Just like that, Eddie turned his attention back to the movie. He left his arm draped around you but other than that, there was no indication that he’d ever interacted with you.

You gaped at him for a moment. How could he just-? Why would he-? Is he just gonna do something like that, right here, right now, and pretend like he doesn’t know the effect he has on me? You thought.

“Y/N!” A voice ripped you from your thoughts.

Gareth looked on edge, “Are you even watching? This movie cost like $15 to rent at Family Video. The least you could do is pretend you’re interested.” He scolded.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to stand on Jeff’s coffee table and yell what Eddie just did, how he riled you up only to leave you high and dry.

But what good would that do? Admitting that your best friend made you wet just by whispering in your ear?

It would just result in teasing from Jeff and Gareth– maybe even Eddie himself. You could hear him now, “Sweetheart, if I make you that hot and bothered all you have to do is use your words like a big girl, ‘kay?”

You bit your tongue, opting for the rational option. To keep watching the movie and pretending as if nothing had happened.

˚ · • . ° .

Three days later, you found yourself experiencing merciless teasing at the hands of Eddie Munson again. Well– not exactly. At least not yet but, you could feel it coming.

Even with your inhibitions low, even with a blunt laced through your fingers… you just knew.

You were currently sitting in Eddie’s bed, sharing a blunt and talking about nothing in particular while he tuned his guitar. Right now, your eyes were closed, listening to him pluck away.

You felt his bed even out and you opened your eyes and propped yourself up on your elbows, trying to see where the man was going.

He grabbed a pick that was on his desk. Your head fell back against his pillow when you realized he wasn’t going far.

As the bed dipped down, you heard a bang against the wall followed by, “Shit!” Eddie cursed.

This time, you sat all the way up, seeing Eddie grab his elbow, “I hit my funny bone.” He explained, taking another second to breathe before extending his arm in your direction, signaling for you to pass the joint.

“I think that’s enough guitar for me today.” He joked, before taking a long, deep, inhale to let the smoke enter his lungs before exhaling it all out.

“You should take a page outta my book and try not to curse.” You said, resting your head against the wall for support.

Eddie looked at you, taking another drag, “And why would I do that when it’s just so…” He searched for the right word, “Fun? Liberating?” He couldn’t decide.

“How about neither?” You challenged.

You had no idea why you started to antagonize your best friend. Maybe you just wanted to get the teasing out of the way since it’s been a little while since the last time he tried to get you to swear.

Or, maybe you were hoping it lead to somewhere else.

“You think you’re better than me, huh?” Eddie smirked, “You’ve got some superiority kink or something.”

You decided to throw him a bone, “I do have the urge to curse sometimes.”

“Oh yeah? And when is that?” He asked, interest piqued.

“When I get hurt. Like the other day in the drama room. I don’t think you realize how close I was to actually saying it.”

You extended your arm and pried the blunt from Eddie’s lips, “And stop hogging this.”

“So, you don’t wanna swear like a sailor any other time?” He inquired, not even phased that you stole his joint away from him.

Eddie decided that you could keep that one since it was almost gone anyway. He reached for his tin “lunchbox” and grabbed another pre-rolled blunt. He’d probably pinch himself later, knowing that it was supposed to be for a customer but, right now, he didn’t care.

“Not even when you’re touching yourself?” Eddie asked so nonchalantly as he fumbled with his lighter. He said it as casually as you’d ask about the weather or if someone was enjoying their meal.

If you knew he would have dropped a bombshell like that, you never would have brought it up in the first place.

“W-what?” You managed to sputter out, “Why would you even ask me something like that?”

He sighed, “Don’t tell me I struck a nerve, princess?” There he goes. With that nickname again.

Oh, you struck a nerve, alright.

“We never talk about stuff like this is all.” Your brain didn’t even know what to make out of this interaction.

“There’s no time like the present, sweetheart,” Eddie replied, staring you down, “So, what’s the answer?”

You thought about the different ways to reply. You could continue to hold out, refusing to entertain Eddie’s ideas. Or you could give in and end this cycle of desire and damp panties.

Eddie obviously got tired of waiting for you to respond and decided to throw another question into the mix, “What about when someone else touches you?”

And just when you thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse, they did.

“No.” You answered definitively.

I don’t want someone else. I want you. You thought but didn’t dare say.

“Hmm.” Eddie nodded his head at this newfound information and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding in.

Thank God the 3rd degree was finally ove-

“So when Harrington went to town,” He started, “You weren’t itching to say anything?”

You had a brief (and I mean brief) romantic history with Steve Harrington.

During your junior year, the two of you went on one date together to the drive-in movie theater just outside of Hawkins. It was a nice experience but, you found yourself longing to be watching a different movie with Hellfire– well, Eddie.

You mentioned hanging out with Steve to Eddie once. You were shocked that he remembered it but what shocked you even more was that he assumed Steve “went to town.”

“Considering we never even got that far, no.” You admitted, thankful to put that rumor to rest, whether he’d conjured it up in his head or heard it roaming the halls.

But of course, knowing Eddie, he just had to be thorough. He asked again, just to clarify, “So Harrington never…?”

“Nope.”

Eddie took a beat, mentally taking notes. Good.

Another question popped into his mind and with him already on his second blunt of the night, he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Has anyone ever?”

“No.”

He hummed, then took another slow drag of his blunt, making you wait in anticipation for what he was going to say next, “If it makes you feel any better, no guy at school knows anything worth a damn.”

You couldn’t hold back the scoff that passed your lips. “Right. And you do?” If Eddie could tease you, you could tease him right back.

Eddie had taken home his fair share of people after shows at The Hideout, mostly people just itching to say they’ve slept with someone in a band. He was surprised that hearing you doubt his abilities in bed stung him so much.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” He stopped, then added under his breath, “I bet I could have you screaming.”

You heard him, heard what he said… what he was alluding to. Your breath caught in your throat and you forced yourself to swallow it down. Get ahold of yourself. He’s only teasing.

Eddie didn’t intend for you to hear what he said but, would it be such a bad thing that you did?

He can’t recall the last time he looked at you as strictly his best friend. The two of you crossed borders that a typical duo wouldn’t: sleeping in each other’s beds, holding hands when a movie got a bit too scary, Eddie kissing your forehead before he left your house.

And that was just the surface level. God only knows how much the two of you had practically seeped into each other’s skin after your years of friendship.

With everything going on right now, Eddie’s inhibitions lowered, the feeling of his cock tightening in his jeans at the prospect of you two finally crossing that godforsaken line… he couldn’t stop himself.

“C’mon, princess. Don’t try and act all high and mighty now like you haven’t thought of me that way.” He started, fully expecting you to smack him on the side of the head but, you didn’t.

Eddie kept going, “Like you haven’t thought about me with my head between those pretty thighs.”

“I haven’t.” You gulped, your hand traveled up your arm and stopped at your elbow.

After knowing each other for years, it was obvious that you’d pick up on one another’s habits. Certain words that you’d coin, your favorite items of clothing… when you were lying.

The number of times you’d call your parents from Eddie’s house, claiming that the two of you were studying when in actuality you weren’t. He noticed the way you scratched your elbow while lying through your teeth.

Just like you were right now.

“Mosquito bite?” He asked, pointing out your nervous tick, “Or did you hit your funny bone too?” He smirked.

“E-Eddie,” You stuttered, “Trying to seduce me isn’t gonna get me to say a bad word.” You chuckled nervously.

“Really?” He said, unconvinced, “When have you, Y/N Y/L/N, ever backed down from a challenge?”

Suddenly, you realized how close in proximity the two of you were. For the second time in the past week, you could feel his body heat radiating from his chest.

“Y/N…” He continued in a sing-song tone, “Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you were staring at my hands while I played my guitar.”

“Were you thinking about these fingers fucking your pussy?” Eddie held up his ring-clad fingers and whispered in your ear.

“God, Eddie,” You exhaled, “Are you really taking this that far?”

This was your final attempt. It was the last time you were going to resist what your body was screaming at you to do… Let Eddie take you right here, right now, on his bed.

“Tell me to stop, Princess. Tell me to let it go and I will. Promise.” He extended his pinky finger.

You didn’t take it.

“So, is that a yes?” Eddie asked, scanning your body for any indication that you didn’t want this. That was the last thing he wanted to do, make you uncomfortable.

But with the way your chest heaved up and your thighs were pressed together, he knew.

“Mhm.” You nodded.

Eddie tutted, “Uh-uh, Sweetheart. Use your words.”

This was it. You knew once you uttered these words, your friendship with Eddie would be changed forever. It would breach uncharted territory. The thought of that should have terrified you but, it didn’t. You longed for this.

And right now, wanting his calloused fingers inside of you trumped any hesitation that could’ve formed.

“Yes.”

Smirking, Eddie moved from his seated position and climbed to the edge of the bed. He pulled your ankles with enough force so that you were lying down.

Crawling back up, Eddie hovered over you, his hair falling in your face while his hands started to unbutton your jeans, “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this, Y/N/N.”

Eddie took his sweet time. He slowly tugged down your zipper and began to peel your pants off of your body. Your hips bucked up so that he could get them past your ass and down to your ankles. He gave them a final pull before they fell onto the floor.

He returned to his position above you. Eddie maintained intense eye contact with you before cupping your clothed pussy.

“You’re so warm, Sweetheart. I bet you’re wet too, hmm?” He used his pointer finger to push your panties to the side, lightly grazing your clit in the process.

He was right. Arousal practically dripped from your pussy and right onto his bedsheets, “Fuck,” He sighed, “Is this all for me?”

“Y-yeah. All for you, Eds.” Your voice was breathy as you tried not to moan in anticipation.

He hummed approvingly before taking his hand away, letting your underwear fall right back into place.

Suddenly, his attention fell onto your neck. Eddie left a trail of kisses starting at your collar bone and kissed up to your earlobe, “Take them off for me, Princess.” He demanded.

You didn’t waste any time, using both hands to slide out of your panties. Before you could toss them aside, Eddie grabbed them from you and shoved them into his pocket, “Don’t worry, Sweetheart. I’ll give them back later.”

You felt his fingers brush the inside of your thigh, inches away from where you wanted him the most. You waited a few more seconds, trying to gauge his next move.

When his fingers kept dancing in between your thighs, you whined, “Eddie, if you’re not going to do anything-” Oh.

You felt as 3 of Eddie’s fingers slipped into your pussy. You could feel the ice-cold rings that littered his fingers brush against your inner thigh as he continued working, curling his fingers.

Eddie began to pump his fingers in and out of you, feeling your chest rise and fall. Lewd sounds and whimpers slipped past your lips when he brought his thumb to your clit and began to flick the bundle of nerves.

His cock strained against his jeans hearing you whine from underneath him, “Cat got your tongue, Princess? Don’t worry, I’ll have you screaming pretty soon.” He smirked.

Eddie increased his pace, which had your moans getting louder and louder each time his thumb circled your bud. Your eyes were snapped shut and your knuckles were white because of how hard you were gripping his bedsheets.

You felt heat begin to rise in the pit of your stomach, “I’m so close, Eds. Keep going.” You begged him.

His fingers didn’t let up as he began to slowly inch down the length of your body. Eddie used his free hand to spread your legs wider before positioning himself between them.

“You’re close, angel? Do you want to cum?” He asked.

“Mhm.” You moaned, arching your back.

“Say it.” You could feel Eddie’s breath fan across your clit.

Even in the heat of the moment, with Eddie’s fingers so furiously pounding your cunt to death, he still didn’t give up.

“Eddie. Please, just, please.” You groaned.

His fingers began to slow down. The coil that was building in your stomach began to fade away as he started to remove his fingers from your pussy.

“What are you doing?” You whimpered at the loss of contact and peered down at where Eddie was perched.

“Say it and I’ll keep going.”

Jesus. Is he really going to pull something like this? Right now out of all moments?!

Eddie could see the cogs churning in your head. He decided to make things even harder for you by placing a ginger kiss right on your clit, causing you to moan.

He’s officially won.

“Fuck! Just…” You stuttered, “Just fucking let me finish, please!” You pleaded, finally giving in after almost 2 weeks of being stubborn.

“Good girl.” He praised before hiking both of your legs up in the air and throwing them behind his shoulders.

He wasted no time, getting immediately back to work by showing your clit the most love and attention. Eddie licked a stripe up your cunt causing you to gasp.

You could feel waves of heat build-up again, followed by the coil threatening to snap as he continued to lap at your pussy.

Eddie glanced up and saw the way you were clutching his sheets for dear life. He peeled your left hand away and guided it to the back of his head. You then added your right hand into his locks without assistance, “Shit! Eddie, I’m almost there.”

You felt your orgasm approach as you began to clench around nothing and grind onto his face. The hands that were intertwined in his hair tugged on it, causing his face to angle slightly upward towards you.

As flashes of light began to cloud your vision, signaling to yourself that you finally reached your high and came all over Eddie’s sheets, you felt the bed begin to shake.

Shit, was my orgasm that powerful? You thought, highly confused.

You felt Eddie’s movements come to a stop. His head was still laid between your thighs, your fingers were still laced through his mane, pulling on it.

Holy. Shit.

You were frozen in your spot when you realized what was really happening. It wasn’t your orgasm that was so intense that caused the bed to shake, it was Eddie. Humping it. It really shouldn’t have gotten you as riled up as it did.

“Fuck, Princess. You’ve got me going feral.” He grunted, continuing to pound his mattress into oblivion.

You didn’t remove your hands from his hair as he continued to fuck his mattress. You watched, dumbfounded, and highly turned on because of this.

For almost two weeks, Eddie had been teasing you nonstop. Constantly doing things to intentionally get you turned on. You decided that it was your turn to add fuel to the fire, “Good boy.”

“Jesus. Fuck. God, I wish this mattress was you right now.” His head fell on your thigh and kissed it.

“Shit!” He swore once more, before letting out a grunt, letting you know that he had finished.

The aggressive movements came to an abrupt stop and he stood up and climbed fully into bed. He brushed away the hair that was matted to your forehead with sweat.

“That was….” Eddie sighed, flopping his head next to yours.

“Fun? Liberating?” You quoted him from earlier that night.

He scoffed, “It was, wasn’t it?”

“Fuck yeah.” You said, loud and proudly.

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Best Friend!Eddie Munson is more experienced than you and you ask him to help you out. 

Word Count: 6.8k

Note: in this fic you and Eddie are both 18 and Eddie hasn’t failed (yet? Maybe in this au he won’t? I want that boy to be happy).

Dedicated to @millenialcatlady and @theoncrayjoy ♥️

Also, as of when I post this at 6pm PT on 7/1 I have yet to watch the final two episodes of the season which have dropped so PLEASE DO NOT SPOIL FOR 24 HOURS AT LEAST LOL. 

Warnings: NSFW, drug use, fingering, dirty talk, self-doubt and a lil teenage awkwardness (both are 18 though), PIV sex

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“You ever touch yourself?”

“Excuse the fuck out of me?” Your response comes out as an incredulous chuckle.

You’re sitting on the bed of your best friend Eddie Munson, hand frozen outstretched to take the blunt he was offering you. You look down at the girly magazine in your lap, the one you had just been lazily criticizing him about. A centerfold gazes back up at you teasingly, her abnormally round breasts jutting out without shame as her back arches up from a tacky cheetah skin rug.

“Touch yourself. Do you?” Eddie waves the smoking blunt in your face till you pluck it from his hand. You busy yourself taking a long drag - longer than usual - to buy yourself time. As you hold the smoke in your lungs, Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. “Easy there, tiger.”

You exhale harshly with a cough, immediately feeling your head begin to rush.

Masterlist 

Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Eddie keeps walking past Scoops Ahoy but not going in. Once Steve and Robin realise it’s because of Y/N, they help try to set them up

Y/N notes: none

Guys I miss Scoops Ahoy. The whole of Starcourt mall actually. So I wrote this. It’s like a mix of season 3 and 4. Season 3 setting, season 4 Steve and Robin dynamic and Eddie’s there ofc<3

Also I proof read this when I was half asleep so sorry for any mistakes! Enjoy reading:)

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Eddie Munson x reader

summary: you’re new at hawkins high, and the hellfire club practically kneel at your feet.

warnings: language, fluff to the max. just short and sweet:)

a/n: i’m turning this into a series! part two is here

This feeling, this one right here, was the worst. There you stood, front of the cafeteria, tray in your hands as you observed the crowd. You could see each cliché friend group at each table. Towards the left, were the jocks and their cheerleader girlfriends. There were students who held instruments and taped up glasses. There were a few tables that barely had anyone sitting there, a couple quiet kids. On the right, were the students who actually gave a damn about grades, their books cracked open as they studied mid-chew.

Having Military parents was difficult for you, especially with the constant moving. If anything, it was the worst thing about it. Any friends you made were short lived, so as the years went on and you got older, you purposely tried to avoid making friends. Your eyes then settled on a table that made you curios. You’d never heard of that cliché group before. Hellfire club?

It was a group of boys, chattering away with smiling faces and waving their hands in dramatics. Oh well, you thought, and made your way toward their table.

“So, instead of finding a sub for him, you want to postpone?”

“Just for the week! Just until the championships are over!”

“Oh no, I see how it is. Sinclair has obviously been taken in by the dark side,”

“Can I sit here?”

Eddie, and the rest of his hellfire crew’s eyes immediately snapped to the sound of your voice, widening at you, a girl, who stood at the end of the table. “Uh, sorry?” Mike gulped.

You grew red at the obvious disturbance that you had caused, swallowing roughly. “Sorry, it’s just- well, I’m new here and I wondered if I could- but it’s okay! I’ll just-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Eddie snapped his fingers, turning the spotlight on him. “Here.” He patted the seat next to him, shoving Dustin over one. “Forgive us our manners, my lady, it’s not everyday a creature as…lovely as you graces us with your presence.” You chuckled awkwardly, sitting down next to him as you glanced at everyone.

“Thank you.” You nodded to everyone. “I’m y/n.”

“Eddie.” He held out his hand for you to shake, leaning on his other elbow with a curious gleam in his eye. He was trying to sniff you out, because no woman ever just sat with them. Surely, you had to be just like every preppy girl at that forsaken high school. Why would you choose them out of everyone?

You shook his hand, smiling softly as his brown eyes smiled back. “And I’m Dustin!” Your eyes widened as the curly, short haired boy shoved Eddie’s hand out of yours, grasping your own tightly.

“Hi, Dustin.” You kept in your chuckle.

“And I’m Mike!”

Eddie rolled his eyes as everyone about the table took their sweet time with shaking your hand, marveling at the fact they were touching a girls hand. “You guys are very welcoming.” You tucked a hair behind your ear. “But please, don’t let me interrupt, just ignore me.” You smiled, picking up your jelly sandwich.

You were mid-chew, staring down at your hands as the loud chatter of the cafeteria flooded your ear. You glanced up and froze, everyone’s eyes on you. You gulped.

Gareth and Jeff’s mouth’s hung open, faces pressed into their hands as they stared at you. Dustin thought you were cutest thing he’d ever laid eyes on, even more so than Madonna. And Eddie, dear god, was practically drooling at the mouth. He looked like a damn cartoon character with hearts for eyes, watching you as you grew red. There was something so- innocent about you, youthful. You had no idea how hated they were at that school.

“Uh,” You placed down the sandwich. “You want some?” Your words muffled from your mouthful, and Eddie chuckled, everyone else doing the same.

“We’re just waiting for the punchline, sweetheart.” Eddie kicked back in his chair, stretching his arms out. “You see, your with the freaks of Hawkins High. The devil worshipers.”

“See!” Dustin pushed out his chest, pointing to his hellfire shirt.

“Yeah, I saw that.” You nodded.

“And it didn’t scare you?” Eddie raised a brow, poking at the devil on his chest. “This guy?”

You were confused, glancing at everyone around the table. “No? I mean, it’s mostly why I came over here. I haven’t ever heard of that club before.”

“That’s not surprising,” He popped his chair back down, smiling at your confusion. “Ever heard of dnd? Dungeons and Dragons?”

“No, I don’t think so.” You answered.

He nodded. “I figured not. Sweet little girl like you wouldn’t mix herself with the likes of such.”

It almost disappointed him, because he’d already placed you up among the crowd, with the preppy’s and cheerleaders.

“Well, are you going to tell me what it is?” You said softly, watching as his eyes grew hopeful.

“It’s a fantasy role playing game!” Dustin intervened, moving around the table to sit beside you, ignoring the way Eddie grew annoyed. “There’s wizards and warlocks, druids and rogues. And there’s a dice you roll that determines what happens to your character!”

You sat and listened as he listed the game, trying to collect every piece of information he gave you. Eddie wanted to send him to the moon. “Are there elves?” You tried to contribute.

Now that, got Eddie’s attention, at the mere fact you were at least somewhat interested.

“Yeah, there’s elves.” He beat dustin to the punchline, scooting upward as he leaned closer to you. “Really, you can be anything you want to be.”

“What about princess’s?” You chuckled, causing everyone else to do so. Eddie snickered, looking down as he nodded. “Sure thing.”

“Well, it sounds fun.” You shrugged your shoulder. “I don’t get why you’re made fun of for liking a cool game. I’d play if I knew how.” You said the last part mostly to yourself, but the metalhead’s interest was peaked.

He glanced at his sheep, having silent communication about the decision. Girls did not play dungeons and dragons. Girls did not hang out with hellfire club. Girls did not make Eddie Munsons heart soar, only his sweet guitar did.

“You could play with us, if you wanted.” Eddie said, resting his chin against his fist, speaking cautiously. “We’re actually one man short tonight. We play right here at the school.”

His eyes bore into yours, and it gave you a moment to actually take in his appearance. His eyes were beautiful, big and full of excitement. His hair was wild and free, his body adorned in shiny jewelry. He looked the part of an outcast, but the invitation was not something you wanted to pass up.

“I’d need you to teach me.” You smiled awkwardly.

“And I’m,” He leaned in closer, smirking at you mischievously. “A very good teacher.”

The bell rang across the cafeteria, but his eyes remained non yours. You breathed out in excitement, looking at everyone’s shocked faces. “Well, I guess I’ll see you gentlemen tonight then.” You stood, Eddie smirking as he followed form.

“See you then, princess.” He shouted, and you giggled as you waved them goodbye.

He crossed his arms, kicking back into his chair as he watched you walk out of the room. He finally looked to his friends. “What?” He noticed their stares.

“That’s not fair, Eddie!” Dustin complained. “I wanted to invite her! I called dibs!”

“No, you didn’t.” Eddie snorted, standing up. “Besides, this one’s special, boys.” He found you again, staring at your back.

“Why?” Mike groaned.

here's a little something :) (i cried while writing this... hormones need to go away)

accidents happen / eddie munson

masterlist

one shot

cw: worried reader, swearing, angst to fluff

you didn't mean to chip eddie's guitar, and now that you had you were terrified.

--

you sat with your hand clasped over you mouth as you look at the guitar on the ground. you had taken it down to clean his window and laid it on his bed. you didn't put it back far enough and bumped into it, causing it to fall onto the ground. it had chipped one of the edges and you were so scared you may have damaged it more; that maybe it wouldn't work now.

you were just trying to be a good girlfriend and clean up his room a little since he had been so stressed out recently. he'd gotten a real job and his coworkers weren't the nicest to him. he barely had motivation to do anything but work and practice or perform. his room wasn't disgusting, but you knew you always felt better in a clean room so you figured he might as well.

but you had just damaged his guitar. his sweetheart. his literal everything. he spent so much money on it, saved up for over a year, and you were 100% sure he loved it more than you. and you just put a chip in it. you cursed yourself as you picked it up and put it back on his freshly made bed. your eyes watered as you thought of how mad it would make him and how much money it would cost for a new one. you didn't have that kind of money right now, and it made you want to sob.

how were you going to tell him you'd damaged his baby? that there might be more problems to it that just a (very obvious) chip in it? the thought made you want to vomit as you began chewing on your nails. eddie was going to be home from work any minute, hence your rushing to finish cleaning, and he was already going to be in a bad mood. this was going to ruin his week. you began pacing back and forth, tears threatening to well up in your eyes as you tried to think of how to explain this to him.

just a little treat since i still haven’t completed any of my new works cause lately im busy :,)

!! you can find pt.2 here (links for robin and nancy) !!

warning: twitter links that, obviously, contain porn.

characters included: eddie munson, steve harrington, jonathan byers, billy hargrove, jim hopper.

⚘ EDDIE MUNSON

best friend!eddie fingering you

fwb!eddie fucking you from behind

eddie eating you out fingering your pussy and ass

mutual masturbation with boyfriend!eddie

⚘ STEVE HARRINGTON

coworker!steve fucking you in his car

fucking yourself on steve’s fingers

edging sub!steve

steve eating you out

⚘ JONATHAN BYERS

riding best friend!jonathan

giving head to jonathan

high jonathan lazy fucking you

boyfriend!jonathan fingering you in the bathtub

⚘ BILLY HARGROVE

boyfriend!billy eating you out

missionary with billy

double penetration

riding sub!billy’s face

⚘ JIM HOPPER

dom!hopper overstimulating you

chocking on hopper’s cock

reverse cowgirl with boyfriend!hopper

Do you like the rainbow? Do you like the idea of playing with berry Sims but hate berry Sims? Do you want to mess around with aspects of the game you’ve never used before? Boy, do I have the challenge for you!

Welcome to the Not So Berry Legacy Challenge, a ten generation legacy with a focus on bright colors and new experiences.

Basic Rules:

Each heir must represent the color of the generation (i.e. hair, makeup, clothing), but brightly colored skin is not necessary (these aren’t actually berry Sims, that’s the joke). Of course, this is optional but a big portion of the fun.

The colors of the spouses don’t matter as they aren’t part of the challenge. Unless otherwise stated you can do whatever you please with them.

Money cheats can be used, but not excessively. Suggestion: use freerealestate for your first home, but no cheats afterward.

You may live wherever you please unless something is specified in the rules of a generation.

Every generation is supposed to complete both the career and aspiration of the heir unless explicitly stated otherwise.

Keep the lifespan on normal.

If you play this challenge and want to share it with us, go ahead and post with #notsoberry so we can see!

My good friend @alwaysimming​ and I kind of created this challenge on accident, but I think it turned out pretty great. We wanted to make something that forced us to play with parts of the game we’ve never explored before. Hopefully you’ll have fun too. You can follow our gameplay on @mintiphresh​ and @lea-fey​ (pronounced “minty fresh” and “leafy”)!

Request: hey, I would like a fic with fred weasley × slytherin reader, that enemy’s to lovers cliche. something like they really hate each other but then for some reason they were seriously arguing and a sexual tension came up, and yeah, smut baby. something with the prompt “aw, did you miss me”, may be a good start. George seeing they as a couple and slfraking out would be funny too. hahaha sorry if this is too specific, feel free to change something ;) 

a/n: okay I am gonna tag ppl for this is NSFW content smut here. I’m going to mark the sections with smut if you want to read past it. Also this is 4k words?? It’s not all smut I swear lolol. Gif from google.  

Warnings: Swearing, Smut 18+, Oral sex (female receiving), Fred being a tease

Taglist:  @pit-and-the-pen @iprobablyshipit91 @thoseofgreatambition @levylovegood @besitos-41 @theweasleysredhair@emcchi @brainlesspasta @cauliflowercounty @msmimimerton @susceptible-but-siriusexual​ @cryptid-troll​ @harrysweasleys @vivanweasleys @immobulusmalfoy​ @Weasleysmuch 

You wish you knew why Fred was so popular. Sure he was funny occasionally and he was. okay at quidditch but to you he was nothing but a big headed insufferable cocky little shit. Ever since you met him in third year with that loud obnoxious personality you hated seeing him around the school. He never takes anything seriously especially his school work. He would play ridiculous jokes on your housemates that were often cruel and he wouldn’t even care. Just because you were a Slytherin doesn’t mean you’re evil but Fred was not one to look at logic. 

To him, if you were a Slytherin you were bad. 

“Weasley!” You could feel the eyes on you as you stormed up to the Gryffindor table. 

“Yes?” Both Fred and George say with a smirk. Rolling your eyes you stare down the two of them. One starts to fidget under your intense gaze while the other’s smirk gets wider. 

“You” You growl pointing at Fred. That infuriating smirk gave it away. “You are the one who spilled your potion on my friend.” Fred looks up like he’s pretending to think. 

“She’s in the hospital wing with burns and boils on her arm.” Clenching your fist you resist the urge to punch him as he just smiles and shrugs his shoulders. 

“Oops.” A few Gryffindors laugh as he gives you a wink. 

All your friend wanted was to get a good grade and Fred purposely spilled his potion on her and he wasn’t even sorry! Just because he was funny doesn’t give him the right to be an asshole. 

“What gives you the right to walk around these halls like some pompous git?” You shout. The laughs die down as Fred cocks his eyebrow at you, clenching his fist as he listens to your angry shouting.  

“All you do is play childish little pranks for laughs. You’re never going to do anything with your life. You’re a future ministry janitor just waiting to happen.” 

Turning on your heel you storm away. The table and Fred stunned at your words. The silence was broken by George choking on the pumpkin juice he was using to quiet his laughter. It wasn’t often someone put his brother in his place. Fred looks around and waves off the lingering tension, quickly falling back into his joking personality. Soon it was like nothing had ever happened but inside Fred was seething with anger. 

It was true that he didn’t like Slytherins but he felt justified. All he ever heard from them insults against him and his family. Those pureblood Slytherins showing nothing but resentment and cruelty. He didn’t mean to spill that potion on your friend it just kinda happened but he wasn’t about to let someone come up and say those things to him. 

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 2783

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: “Stop biting that fucking lip!” In which Y/n is a sales assistant working in the Weasley’s store; Fred likes her but finds it difficult to show this, especially since all he wants to do is to throw her against a wall and shag her.

WARNING: this is NSFW, 18+, smutty, sexy times, idk how else to say it. read with caution. or delight. idk anymore.

Tags: @gracemayhateyou @wand3ringr0s3 @theweirdsideofstuff @harrysweasleys @thoseofgreatambition

Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: I DID A THING (Fred Weasley is one hot motherfucker just saying)

also this was supposed to be a drabble… oops?

+ + + + +

Fred wondered why he had hired you.

Well he knew why he had - because you were amazing at your job - but right now, as he watched you, bent slightly at the waist, interacting with some young children who had entered the shop, he severely regretted his decision. The only reason for this was that, due to the nice summer weather, you had decided to wear a skirt. A form-fitting skirt. A skirt that made Fred’s pants a tad too form-fitting themselves.

It wasn’t your fault - the sun had come as a welcome change, prompting the majority of people to be wearing lighter clothes as they hurried through Diagon Alley, so as to beat the heat. You’d just happened to have chosen a skirt that made Fred wish he could bend you over the till counter and pull said skirt up to your waist.

He couldn’t help the way his eyes wandered down your form to the curve of your bum as you reached up to grab products for the customers you were with, or - even better - this morning when you had bent down to pick up something someone (Fred) had dropped. His heart was pounding from the thought, and he was still trying to live down the fact he’d had to ask to swap with George, who was behind the till, in order to hide a certain problem of his from customers and from you - something George had found hilarious, joking about it every time he passed his twin throughout the rest of the day - “Alright there, Freddie? Working hard are we?” - earning more than a few glares.

Merlin though, Fred wanted you. He wanted to be able to kiss you, hold you, love you openly. He wanted to ask you for your input on new inventions, to ask you for your opinion on anything - everything. To be the last one to kiss you at night and the first thing you saw in the morning. And he definitely wanted you in his bed. Or in the shower. Or against the wall.

Preferably all of the above.

superheroes + mirror shots


BONUS: 


Request: A newt x reader where the reader gets sexual remarks called at her by some of the gladers but she doesn’t want to tell anyone but she is the only girl and is scared of ruining relationships or something, then one day Newt hears the comments

Please don’t plagiarize my work! Word Count: 1,238

“Hey, Y/N, looking good!”

Frowning, your grip on the bucket of fertilizer tightens and you promptly keep walking. You hope that if you don’t pay any mind to the few gladers who watch you carefully as you walk, that they’ll eventually just leave you alone.

As usual, you’re wrong.

“Oh, come on, Y/N! Don’t ignore us, we’re just teasing.”

You were starting to regret offering to grab some more fertilizer for Newt. If you had known that you’d run into the two boys who seemed to never leave you alone if you were alone you never would’ve gone. You thought they’d be off with Gally, building something or another; you know, doing their job. Clearly you were wrong.

You don’t hear the growing footsteps, determined to keep on making your way quickly and calmly over back to Newt and the rest of the Track-Hoes. You hadn’t realized how far off you really had gone from the rest until now, seeing that you were still quite a bit off from the rest of the gladers and specifically Newt. Which wasn’t good.

Not good at all.

However, you’re pulled from your thoughts when you feel a sharp and very sudden slap against your butt. It causes you to jump, a yelp leaving your lips as the bucket of fertilizer promptly slips from your hands, crashing to the ground and spilling everywhere. You don’t have much time to dwell on the matter before you find yourself surrounded by the two gladers, both of them grinning widely as they laughed at your reaction.

Eric and Bradley were their names. And this had been going on for weeks.

Eric had always been kind of a jerk and he’d always made you uncomfortable, given that he’d come up in the box before you. But ever since Bradley came up, which was about two months ago, their harassment was basically nonstop. The two of them became quick friends, and thus, your worst nightmare. They were relentless, always cornering you when you were alone and making multiple degrading comments about you and what they’d like to do to you.

Most of the time, it was only talk. But occasionally, when they were feeling particularly cruel (like now) they got handsy. 

You hadn’t told Alby, Newt or any of the other gladers because you didn’t want to be a bother. They were always having to accommodate you because of you being the single girl amongst all boys and you already felt like enough of a burden. So even if you knew what Bradley and Eric were doing was wrong and you most certainly were uncomfortable about it, you simply kept your mouth shut.

You imagine that’s one of the biggest reasons why they kept bothering you.

Because they knew you weren’t going to say anything.

“Come on, guys,” you mumble, moving to pick up the fertilizer. “I’m just trying to do my job.”

Eric steps forward before you can, kicking the bucket away from your hands as Bradley comes up behind you, grabbing both of your arms and holding you straight. Your breath quickens as Eric stands straight before you, clasping your chin in between his fingers as he grins over at you. It’s disgusting and a chill runs through your body in response.

“You know, Y/N,” Eric whispers, his voice turning lower as his head lowers as well, trailing along your next until he pauses by your collarbone, directly above your breasts. You struggle in Bradley’s grip to no avail, his fingers digging into your skin painfully. “You’re always tempting me.”

“How?” You snap, glaring at him, “by existing?”

He just rolls his eyes at you. “The only girl in a group of all boys. Tell me how that’s fair?”

“Not to mention, it’s clear she already has her eyes on Newt,” Bradley growls.

Eric huffs, “you’d think he’d share. She’s too good to keep all too himself.”

“Hey!” You call out in indignation. “I am not some toy you can pass around. Now getting your fucking hands off of me!”

Bradley just laughs loudly, gaining the high ground with the way the two of you are positioned and easily keeping you in place. “And she’s feisty too.”

Eric doesn’t seem to bask in his friends enjoyment. Instead, he glares at you, hand falling on your waist as he tugs harshly, bending your body at an unnatural angle. Then, his eyes lower to your shirt, your shirt which he’s slowly slipping his fingers under, inching it upwards. “Yeah, but we don’t want her to be too loud. Or else, someone will–”

“Hey!” You jump at the new voice, your eyes darting past Eric’s shoulder as your heart pounds madly against your chest. “What the bloody hell do you two think you’re doing!”

Newt…

Your shoulders slump in relief at the sight of him, Bradley’s hands instantly leaving you as he jumps back. It’s not just Newt who comes racing towards the two of you, but Alby and Gally as well. Both of which who look extremely mad, but not as mad as Newt. As the three of them reach you, you realize you’ve never seen Newt look quite that angry.

Even if it isn’t directed at you, a shiver crawls up your spine.

“Listen, we were just messing around–”

“That didn’t look like messing around,” Gally cuts off sharply, eyes flickering between the two. “It looked like you were harassing Y/N to me.”

“Which is a clear violation of our rules here,” Alby adds.

Eric has the brains to keep his mouth shut. Bradley however, not so much. Instead, he scoffs, taking a step up from behind you. “Your rules are bullshit. She’s the one fucking girl here, and I have needs. It’s not my fault she fills the fucking bill.” A yelp leaves your lips as his hand falls on your ass once again, squeezing.

Without hesitation, you turn to him, promptly shoving him off of you. And then, suddenly a fist is coming towards his cheek, hitting hard as he’s set stumbling to the ground with a sickening crack. 

Your wide eyes fall on Newt who glares down at him.

Alby and Gally rush forward, holding Newt back. “Woah, woah, Newt! Stop! Stop!”

Huffing, Newt pulls their arms off of him, but doesn’t move. He simply glares down at the two.

Alby and Gally look at each other, the former speaking first; “we’ll throw them in the slammer for the rest of the today. Decide what to do with them tomorrow.” They send one cautious look at you, worried, before stepping towards Eric who only glares at you, making you curl into yourself. Gally moves to grab Bradley, dragging him along.

Before you know it it’s just you and Newt.

“Newt–”

“Why didn’t you want to tell me?”

Frowning, you glance down at your feet. “I didn’t wanna be a bother…”

“Bloody hell, Y/N,” Flickering your gaze up to his own, you frown deepens as he takes a step towards you, eyes softening as he moves to cup either of your cheeks. “You’re never a bother. Ever.”

Sniffling, you finally feel your resolve fall as your eyes water.

Newt just pulls you close, embracing you tightly as you bury your head into the crook of his neck, clutching onto him.

“You’ll tell me if something like that ever happens.”

It’s not a question, a statement. Still, you hum in agreement, holding onto him tighter.

-

Summary: Tom got a letter from Newt, but so did you. 

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR DEATH CURE AND mentions of sex, slight smut, but nothing rly graphic, just sex hinted at. Bad language eg. swears.

MASTERLIST

Tom sighed. His head in his hands, rubbing his face up and down whilst watching the immune parade around the bonfire in a state of pure joy. Safe from WCKD and the Flare, in the Safe Haven. Obviously, he didn’t completely feel the shared joy, the buzz of happiness due to all he’d lost - weighing out all he fought for. Sighing once more, Tom leant back and settled to thinking to kill the time. 

Minho seemingly emerged from nowhere, but was stood beside Tom. He smiled to make his presence known, before taking a seat beside the tired boy, gunshot still healing, and heart healing even slower. 

“You had this on you.” he spoke up, causing Tom to turn his head. “I thought I’d look after it until you woke up.” he explained, handing the necklace to Tom. Instantly, quicker than lightening, he recognised the item. A fresh set of tears threatened to make his eyes gleam in the low lighting, but he refused to show weakness. 

“Thank, Minho.” was the response, with a brotherly pat on the shoulder, Minho upped and left Tom to stare at the metal necklace coiled in ruined string. 

“Tom! Tom!” he yelled, grabbing his shoulder to gain his best friend’s attention whilst the city crumbled around the two. “I need you to take this!” he informed Tom, shoving the necklace into his hands, blue spit dribbling down his chin and eyes becoming more and more bloodshot as the seconds passed. Tom took it without another word, shoving it within his pocket safely, before trying to keep Newt conscious.

As if the necklace stung him or personally insulted him, Tom winced and looked away. Thumb gently tracing over the item, he felt it loosen slightly at the top, and as his curiosity gained, he discovered the top could b removed. Inside sat tightly rolled up paper, worn and tainted, but still durable. He pulled them out, heart pounding in his ears, anticipation gnawing at his brain.

Dear Thomas.

Tom’s eyes graced the paper, eyes filling with tears as he scanned through the letter that covered two A5 pages, Newt’s scrawling handwriting a ghost haunting him, as his British accent and characteristics flooded through his mind like violent currents of an ocean, pulling him in further and further before spitting him back out and onto the pathetic shores of hope. 

After reading the letter, he felt a mixture of emotions, but as he went to return them to the capsule that he retrieved them in, once piece of paper seemed to be thicker than the others. Tom rubbed the paper, to discover two more pages stuck to the last part of his letter. Guilty that he missed part of the heart felt letter, Newt’s last living memory, the top of the page didn’t say his familiar name. 

Dear Y/N.

‘Do I read this?’ he thought, and lifted his gaze to see the girl Newt had grown to fall for sitting on the beach. Dividing her and the sandy shore was a blanket, and she sat there in Newt’s jumper, aimlessly staring out. Not feeling the inspiration to party, similarly to Thomas. ‘Do I invade something so private to the two?’

The odd thing regarding the relationship Newt and Y/N shared, was that they were strangely private about it. It was clear they were dating, kissing and hugged quite often in front of the others. But if you didn’t know the two personally, you probably wouldn’t notice. They weren’t all over each other, but it was clear there was a deep further feeling buried into each of their hearts. One that resurfaced one Y/n stared at Newt’s lifeless figure, before Tom couldn’t bare it and ran. Ran to WCKD. 

The letter had small handwriting, so Newt could fit on more words. More memories. ‘I will,’ he decided, eyes trailing back to the H/C girl sitting and staring at nothing. ‘I need to know Newt, need to make sure his memory never fades away.’

Dear Y/N.

My beautiful, crazy, brave, amazing Y/N. If you’re reading this, I’m dead. I knew I wasn’t immune, and I knew for a long time. Longer than the moment I told you, but I only told you after I became infected. This isn’t about how I died, though, or how I wasn’t scared or any of that crap. It’s about us. It’s about you. The one person I ever loved, ever could love. 

Tom sighed, shoulder slouching as he read the letter addressed to his best friend’s heart broken girlfriend. 

I met you in the glade, and as ironic as it is I simply wish we were still there sometimes. Prolonging the inevitable, living in a place so much better than this. You were there when I jumped, though I barely knew you. 

Tom briefly knew of his best friend’s attempt of suicide, something he was relieved he didn’t have to see. It broke him to watch Newt, on the verge of turning, to raise the gun to his head with one true intent. A slight sick feeling overcame him, but he pushed it down and kept reading, as Newt continued the anecdote.

You sat on the edge of the British boy’s bed, his breathing laboured as he was trying to distract his mind from the pain in his leg. He shouldn’t be feeling this pain, he shouldn’t be feeling anything, that’s why he jumped. He came around to the world, conscious, and noticed you perched on his bed. Once you realised he was awake, you smiled brightly, teeth and all whilst tilting your chin up just slightly. He winced after a failed attempt of moving, memories foggy as to how he ended up with a pound in his head and leg. 

“Good afternoon.” you spoke, the first time you’d spoke to him since you arrived. You weren’t the newest, the second newest, but still hadn’t really gotten to talk to the boy asides from him commanding you to do things. 

“Where am I?” he muttered, voice hoarse. You noticed, reaching for the tin cup of water at your feet and handing it to him. He took ti with a thanks, before downing the beverage. 

“In the medical hut.” you responded.

“Why?”

Silence. You searched for the right words, not wanting to upset him. 

“You don’t….remember?” you tentatively asked. 

“Should I?”

“I’d hope not.”

Silence. 

“I’ve been writing a book.” you blurted out randomly, causing him to try and rise into a sitting position. “I could read you a chapter?” You wondered, he didn’t respond or react. “Only if you’d like?” Nothing. “Or I can leave?”

Silence. You nodded, smiled brightly, before rising and taking the tin cup that was now empty, with you. 

“I never asked you to leave.” he spoke up, and you sat back down almost immediately. 

“Do you want me to read?”

“Why not?”

You spent the next three weeks with me in that hut, when you weren’t working in the Glade, reading me your book and letting me help you add to it. You named my favourite character after me, I hope they live on just like these memories. You were always such an amazing story teller, I wish you’d have read them at the bonfires. Read them to the children at the Safe Haven. They’ll love them, almost as much as I did. 

Tom suddenly felt rude, keeping this from you longer than he should, and longer than you deserved. You two clearly felt a strong bond, a special story that started from the Glade to the Last City. But he needed more, he wanted to know more, wanted to see all sides of Newt before laying him to rest, the memories of Newt alive in his mind. 

We kissed on a Thursday night, I remember it clear as day. You nearly got shut in the maze, I think I died right there and then. You really liked to push it, and barely squeezed through the closing doors before returning to my arms. We’d been getting closer and closer, and it had been four months since my jump. I never once thought of jumping again after I met you. I was so happy to see you, I kissed you. It was all I could think to do, my emotions so high and panicked. You didn’t seem to mind though, did ya?

Tom wasn’t in the maze at this time, he knew that, but he mildly wanted to be there for Newt to relive all of these fond memories. When times were somewhat easier and safer and calmer. When Newt was still alive. 

That night you got drunk made my year, you won’t remember it but I do. You started talking about the strangest things, started to rant about the most pointless things. Then you started talking about sex, and how nobody in the Glade had had sex. I told you it’s because we were all guys, and straight, and you said ‘but I’m a girl and you’re a guy and we both like each other. A lot,’ I said no, you were grumpy with me until you fell asleep, but by morning sober and completely unaware. I said no, drunk little Y/N, not because I didn’t want to but because you wouldn’t remember it. 

The laugh that escaped Tom’s lips seemed foreign since his life fell to shit, since the night in which he lost his best friend and girlfriend, the letter being a small ray of sunshine bursting through his rain clouds and only getting brighter. His heart swelled at how obvious it was that Newt was captivated by you, and wrapped around you finger. You say “jump” and he’d say “how high?”

I lost my virginity to you. It was the best night of my life. We were hyper, from partying at the bonfire, and neither of us drunk on Gally’s drink. You had a shack, due to you being the only girl, and one thing led to another. 

You panted, as Newt began kissing down your neck eagerly. “Newt.” you breathed, causing him to stop and pull away, to look you in the eyes. You were sat on his lap, his hands tightly around your waist, as both of you were on top of his bed. “I don’t…don’t know what I’m doing.” you whispered, kissing his jaw line to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. He groaned at the hickey you started to make, grip tightening slightly on your hips, his bucking upwards. 

“Neither do I.” was his reply, both of you chuckling breathlessly. “Does it matter though?”

“No.” you stated, as the positions were flipped and Newt took control. First your shirt was off, then his, then your shorts, then his, then your bra, then his boxers, then your panties. 

You both woke in your bed in the morning, tangled in each others arms, and ever so slightly achy.

Tom was relieved Newt didn’t go into too much detail on his and your sex life, as that was insanely private and something Tom didn’t need to know about. The sentences he wrote were enough for Tom to see how Newt was expressing his feelings, so your own mind would trigger the fond memories when he’d give you the letter to read.

We got out of the Glade.You were split up from us, but I remember seeing you, briefly, washed and hair cut and fresh clothes. I never thought peach pink could suit someone as well as you. When Tom found out the truth, and we had to break out, my first thought was you. What if they got you? What would I do? They didn’t have you though, and despite having no idea why we were leaving, you seemed willing enough since I was on board. That’s one thing I always admired about you, how you didn’t care why I was doing something, you’d trust me and join me.

The idea made Tom smile, remember Newt’s panicked words of ‘not leaving you behind’; mirroring his own about Teresa. He recalled the kiss the two of you shared delayed time, but it was clear there was meaning and feeling behind that kiss that had to be expressed. The relief you two felt once reunited made Tom’s heart swell reading the letters. 

Then that crank nearly got you. I died for a second time, inside, but you fought that ass hole. It was pretty hot how you came through, the ideas you had. I remember your nightmares about the maze, you’d wake up screaming. It broke my heart, but you only showed weakness at night, not fully conscious. My unstoppable sunshine.

“No!” and another blood curling scream racked your body. Newt woke up with a start, his body directly next to yours, a blanket draped over the two of you as you rested from a long day of walking to the rebels. You began to scream again, this time a sob following after, and your arms began thrashing. The other Gladers sat up, eyes tired and wide as they saw Newt’s own exhausted eyes watching your struggling body. He covered your mouth gently with his hand, careful to not block your nose, as you screamed again; the noise muffled. He looked away and winced as you started crying and thrashing harder. Eyes making contact with Tom’s, he shook his head, before turning his attention back to you, and gently gripping your flailing arms. He turned you onto your side, your screams slowly ceasing, tears following close after, as he big spooned you.

We soon discovered that that was the way we had to sleep to stop you from having those God awful nightmares, I wasn’t complaining. I could never. 

A tear fell down Tom’s cheek, that night so vivid in his mind, the memory alive as he read it. Each word, each comma, striking a match that turned into a fire before the whole night that Newt was retelling was alive.

I told you about the infection, you cried, I cried. You said I should tell Tom. I said, why would it help? You said, because you mean so much to both of us, we have to prepare to let you go. I said I’m not going anywhere You said, you always have to have the last say, don’t you. You never stopped loving me, not when my arms started to show my bright blue veins, not after the infection got worse. I didn’t want to kiss you, I didn’t want to be intimate with you, embarrassed by my disease. You told me to stop being a pussy. you started to read your book, that you’d since continued once everybody was asleep, and still running the ideas through me before scribbling them down in that grotty book! 

Tom swallowed, hating to imagine how hard that must’ve been for you. To pretend that Newt wasn’t a time bomb, that he wasn’t loosing time, that he wasn’t dying right before you. Admiration flowed through his body, gave settling on you. You were writing in the book, the grotty book Newt complained about, the wind sweeping your hair and head down in concentration. Someone must’ve brought you food, as a plate of bread and sweet corn sat beside you on the blanket. 

I’m writing this, the day after we had sex. The last time we will. I’ve memorised this night, as tomorrow I’m going into the city to save Minho. My body is fighting a loosing battle with this infection, as much as I hate it to be the death of me, we both know it will be. You’re asleep next to me, in my jumper and your leggings, hair in a ponytail. You’re so beautiful. Today, you danced to no music, trying to make me join you. You wrote three more chapters, which I read and approved. Usually I’d change them, but I have to stop letting you make habits of me being there. You made tomato bread for us all, whilst we devised a plan of attack. Please don’t make that bread again, for everyone’s benefit, sunshine. 

I love you Y/N L/N. I’m so glad you came up in that box, and wrote those stupid stories, and found a silver lining to every shitty thing in my life. I’m going to miss you so much, but I don’t want you to stop living because I did. I want you to live because I didn’t. Please.

Newt, forever and always yours.

Tom sat in stunned silence, the paper resting in his hands, gaze focused on you as tears streamed down his cheeks. He was careful to avoid them hitting the paper, but as he looked down, he noticed tear stains already marking the parchment from Newt, long ago now. Wiping his face with the back of his hand, he rose and made his way to the girl on the beach by herself. 

“Y/N.” you heard your name, body turning and bright smile taking over your face. 

“Tommy.” you replied. Newt, is all Tom thought upon hearing the nickname. He then noticed the smile you sported, it being contagious, and it also being the one Newt described at the start of his letter.

‘ You smiled brightly, teeth and all whilst tilting your chin up just slightly.’

He sat, and turned to you before not baring it and facing the ocean in front instead. 

“Before Newt…died.” he heard you breath hitch, hands gripping the bottom of the jumper you wore that formerly belonged to your deceased boyfriend. “He, um, gave me this necklace. It had letters in it, that he wrote. One for me.” He raised his hand, passing the papers to you as you took the into your own. You held them like delicate china, tears filling your eyes as you recognised the handwriting like it was yesterday. “And one for you.”

He went to leave, to let you read and reminisce in peace, but you grabbed his jean trouser leg as he rose to a stance. 

“Please stay.” your voice cracked, not daring to face him. Tom nodded, knowing you couldn’t see him, before sitting back to his previous position. He watched as your eyes scanned the papers, small laughs and smiles and sobs emptying your being. 

You wiped your face, a smile blossoming over your face. “Thank you, Tom.” you whispered, voice still raw and emotional. He nodded, before mumbling something along the lines of ‘it’s no problem’ and ‘it was yours’. Clearing your throat, you folded the papers carefully before placing them in a wallet in the back of your grotty notebook. 

“Can I read you some of my story. It’s not done yet, but Newt helped write it and he said that I should tell more people my stories.” you explained, Tom pretending he didn’t know that despite having read the letter addressed to you. 

“I’d like that.”