#Eddie Munson x femreader

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just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed reading I Knew You thank you so much for writing it 🥺 but I have to say as an Eddie girlie... I'm so curious what happened during that one time him and Baby made out like 😮‍💨

if you do write a blurb about it you best believe I'll eat it up so quick (if not that's fine too btw! my imagination will run wild I suppose HAHA)

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I actually really wanted to write out this scene, so thanks for giving me a reason to! Hope you like it!

Baby Kiss It Better

Warnings: 18+, slight smut, language

Word count: 1.2k

You flung your backpack from your shoulders, leaving it to land on the mess that was Eddie Munson’s bedroom floor. With a sigh, you fell face-first onto his bed, shoving your head into his pillow. Eddie shut the door to his room softly, his worried, wide eyes gazing over your limp figure sprawled out on his bed. Wayne had already left for the day and Eddie couldn’t be more glad, knowing you needed privacy to unwind. 

“You alright kiddo?” he slowly approached the bed. Rather than use your words, you responded with a muffled groan, your position unchanged. Eddie sat on the edge of his bed, his hand coming down to pet your head as if you were a cat. Your head shot up then, shooting him a glare. Eddie held his hands up in defense, ceasing the motion. You rolled over onto your back, hugging Eddie’s pillow to your chest. 

“I can’t wait until we graduate, then I never have to see Steve’s stupid face again,” you pouted and Eddie leaned over you, his hair dangling in your face.

“Are you forgetting that you live next door to the guy?” he asked, eliciting another groan from you as you lifted your hands to push him away. Eddie just smirked, his smile looking like nothing but trouble. “You know what could make you feel better?” you propped yourself up on your elbows at Eddie’s question, ignoring how they uncomfortably sank into the bed as you did.

“What?” you asked, voice monotone as you still clung to your bad mood. Seemingly out of nowhere, Eddie produced a joint, holding it between his fingers as an offering to you. “I knew we were friends for a reason,” you smirked, snatching the joint from his hand and getting up to find a lighter in the mess of Eddie’s room. 

One joint later, the two of you were zoned out on the couch in Eddie’s living room, munching on stale popcorn and a way-too-old granola bar. Eddie had been staring at the same spot on the wall for the past five minutes while you tried to see how much popcorn you could put in his hair before he noticed. The TV played in the background, the low hum of static filling the silent room. You let out a sigh, coming to terms with the fact that Eddie wasn’t going to notice the popcorn’s new place of residency in his hair. 

“Fuck, I’d blow someone for a pizza right now,” you exclaimed, having no filter in your inebriated state. Eddie finally pulled his gaze from the wall, fully intending to look at you but getting distracted by the snacks in his hair. He picked up one piece at a time, munching away on each kernel.

“Pizza sounds otherworldly,” Eddie spoke after clearing the snack food from his hair. He got up and grabbed the phone from the kitchen, calling in an order for two large pizzas. He sat back next to you on the couch, spreading his legs wide, hardly noticing the way they brushed against yours.

“Do I have to blow you now?” you asked bluntly, still devoid of embarrassment given how strong your high was. Eddie’s head whipped towards you, eyebrows raised and wide-eyed.

“What? No. Why would you…” Eddie didn’t even finish his question before you cut him off, your words clashing with his.

“Because I said I’d blow… fuck, never mind,” you faced back towards the TV, crossing your arms over your chest with a huff. Why were you even mad? It’s not like you wanted to go down on him anyway, right? The question blurred in the fog of your mind, wires crossing and changing what would typically be a ‘no’ into a ‘yes’. You’d always felt at ease with Eddie and the two of you had a good rapport. So fuck it, it's fine.

You turned to Eddie once again, finding his eyes already glued to you. With a nod of permission, you threw one leg over him, sitting comfortably in his lap. He let out a small gasp at the contact, the round of your ass pressed flush against his thighs. That’s when you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a crash of hazy lust.

Eddie couldn’t help the moan that escaped him, the feel of you pressed against him driving him crazy. He’d only kissed two girls before you and was still very much a virgin with a capital V. So the feel of you on him, mixed with his steady high, brought a buzz to his skin that he just couldn’t shake. He couldn’t help the jerk of his hips as he rutted into you while you slipped your tongue against his. 

“Fuck,” you drawled out at the feeling, leaning back a bit to revel in the way his hard cock brushed your clothed core through your jeans. You had far more experience than Eddie, but your high set your skin alive too, making you more sensitive than normal. After a moment of Eddie’s eyes searching yours, he did it again, rutting against the rough material of your jeans. A whimper slipped from you then and brought your lips back to Eddie’s. You let your hands tangle through his hair, pulling his head back to place wet kisses on his thick neck.

“Christ,” Eddie cursed as you rolled your hips against his, setting a steady pace. Your lips trailed up from his neck, along his jawline, and back to his lips. “Feels so good, Baby,” Eddie mumbled against your lips as his hands trailed down to your waist, resting there as you ground into him. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you at the combination of his words and the way his cock felt against your clit. 

Eddie’s breath picked up, getting way too close to blowing his load for comfort. But he didn’t want to stop, the weed keeping his head foggy enough to not think about the consequences. You panted into his mouth and your tits jiggled through your t-shirt, bouncing with each roll of your hips. Eddie had to close his eyes to stay in control, but it didn’t matter for very long. 

A knock sounded from the front door, suddenly snapping you both back to reality and dissipating your highs. You scrambled off of Eddie, a groan rising in his throat as you did. With a check of your hair and adjustment of your now wrinkled clothes, you opened the door to find the pizza delivery guy. Eddie’s eyes widened at the sight of the man in the doorway. He’d honestly forgotten that he ordered pizza. 

Eddie tossed you his wallet from his place on the couch, unwilling to get up and give the pizza guy a good look at his hardened length through his jeans. You paid for the pizzas and closed the door, setting them on the counter. Eddie’s gaze was drawn to the floor while your expression was hidden with a wince.  

“So,” you spoke faintly, teetering back and forth on your heels. Eddie peered up at you through his bangs, embarrassed as he waited for you to continue. “We never speak of this again?” you suggested and Eddie nodded instantly. The two of you sighed a breath of relief, knowing that this drug-induced makeout wouldn’t affect your friendship. You grabbed two plates from the cabinet, bringing the pizza boxes over to the coffee table. You sat next to Eddie, a soft smile on your lips as you both grabbed a slice.

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💕Now You See Me Part One💕

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Summary: You’re not as innocent as everyone thinks, just a little clueless and maybe a bit careless, and with zero filter Eddie’s crush begins almost instantly.

Because Eddie sees you… He sees you for you, and the minute you stumble into his garage at work, asking him to fix your bike he knows he has you wrapped around his finger and he’ll do everything and anything to get what he wants.

Warnings: perv!eddie, he’s gross, he touches, he sneaks peeks, probably some coercion, will lead to smut but everything reader does is consensual, “innocent” reader, fem!reader, slight little reader, slight age regression?actions traded for Eddie’s labor on the bike, (will update as I go)

💕Part One💕

"Hi Eddie!"

Your singsong voice echoing in the empty garage, startling him from the large toolbox he had been organizing, he dropped one of the wrenches onto his foot. 

"Fuck!" he muttered through his teeth.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" You say letting your bike fall carelessly to the floor with a crash. "I didn't mean to scare you, I t-thought you heard me come in" You said leaning down to grab the wrench off the floor, holding it with both your hands wrapped around it. "I came to ask you for help"

"Help?" He said finally turning to face you, eyes instantly noticing the way you held onto the wrench so tightly, and how small they would look wrapped around his-

"Yeah, my bikes broken" you said gesturing behind you with your thumb.

It's bubblegum pink, iridescent strings of pompoms attached to the handle bars, with a bright yellow wicker basket on the front, your belongings had spilt from it onto the ground next to it.  

"Why'd you come to me?" Eddie asks skeptically 

You furrow your brows at him. "Cause you know how to fix stuff? You're the only person I know who'd help me and not make me feel stupid about it" you got quiet saying the last part, a little shy under his brown eyes. 

"I guess I can take a look at it" he said with a soft smile. "Bring it over here" he said with a wave of his hand. 

You squealed a little in excitement, rushing over to your bike, forgetting you were still holding the wrench. Turning on your heel you walk back to Eddie, taking his hand and pulling it towards you so you could give the tool back to him. 

"Forgot I was holding it" you said with a laugh, going back to your bike and rolling it over to him.  He watched the way you moved, the way you bent down, legs still straight with your ass just inches away from being exposed. 

The smallest of breezes would easily lift the fabric of your flimsy dress and Eddie almost stops himself from turning on the oscillating fan next to him, but he does it faster than his brain can keep up with. 

The fan starts up loudly but you don't give it a second glance, barely noticing when the wind hits the top of your thighs, the skirt of your dress rippling around you, giving Eddie the slightest peak at your sheer pink panties underneath. 

"Woah!" You say standing up quickly, bringing your bike up with you by the handle bars, one hand smoothing your dress back down your bum.

"You didn't see my vagina just then did you?" You asked bluntly, rolling the bike back over to him.  

It takes eddie a moment to realized what you just said, shocked by your forwardness. "No, I didn't, I wasn't looking anyway" he said trying to play it cool. 

"If you didn't see it, then how would you know if you weren't looking?"

"I wasn't really paying attention sweetheart, now what's up with your bike" he said nodding towards it. 

"The chain won't stay on, n'I keep trying to fix it" you said with a pout. "But the thing won't stay"

"Keep it held up for me yeah?" he asked.

"Okay"

He kneeled down next to you, fumbling with the chain while muttering things under his breath, things you can't hear clearly enough to understand. You watch his hands, how fast they move, yet with such precision, like he already knew what he had to do before even touching the chain.

Eddie knew the bike would be easy to fix, probably wouldn't take him more than five minutes, maybe even less, but you looked so pretty and if he leaned back just enough he could see up the skirt of your dress and the plush curve of your ass. He doesn't know how he's going to keep you around, but he's damn sure going to try. 

"Alright" he says, going to stand up but falling onto his butt slightly, his hand grabbing the back of your thigh in support before trying to stand up again, his thumb leaving a smudge of grease on your skin like a signature. 

"You okay?" you ask, hands reaching out towards him to help if he needed it, but he doesn't.

"Just lost my balance a bit" he said wiping his hands against his already grease covered coveralls. 

"So can you fix it?" you said, an unmissable, adorable hopefulness to your voice. 

"Oh yeah, shouldn't be too bad, but it'll cost ya" he says with a smirk, leaning back against the table behind him, arms crossing over his chest, biceps bulging. It made your mouth go dry. 

"Shit" you mumble, biting your bottom lip. "I don't really have much money, is there anything else I can do?" 

"Anything else you can do?" Eddie repeats.

"Yeah, like suck your dick or something" you say with a snort, covering your mouth with your hand. Eddie goes ridged but you don't notice. "I'm totally kidding, but there's gotta be something I can help you with?"

He blows out his breath through his lips after a dramatic sigh. "Oh man I don't know"

"Oh come on Eddie there's GOT to be somethin?" you said a little louder, missing the G on the end of your word, your hands coming together, interlocking your fingers causing your boobs to squish together. Bouncing once on your heels, boobs jiggling with the movement, your lips in a pout. You were so eager to help him, you'd probably do anything, and the pleading look in your eyes made Eddies dick twitch. 

"W-What if I come by everyday and help out here?" you question.

"Help out here? What on earth would a little princess like you be able to do here?" He said with a slight scoff.

"I can be very helpful!" you protest, stomping your foot slightly. 

"I'm sure you can be sweetheart, but not here" he said with an eye roll. 

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Leather & Lace: Ch. 01

Leather and Lace Masterlist

A/N: I’m so happy you’re here. I’ve been holding this close to my heart & finally decided it was time to share it. Please see the masterlist for overall series warning, but this chapter is slow and simple - a touch angsty. Let me know what you think! And to my lovely ladies (you know who you are), I’m not sure what I did to deserve you all, but I’m so grateful for you. Thanks for making me laugh harder than I have in a long time & for talking me into sharing this (& more). Special thanks to @boomhauer for taking on the role of putting up with my excessive use of the word and, bad grammar, and tendency to over italicize - I owe you big time friend.

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Side A | Track 01: “Fast Car” by Tracy Chapman

There’s a reason there are so many songs about young love, lost innocence, fleeting moments, and growing up.

A reason those songs usually involved leaving someone behind or being the one who was left. 

Several reasons that hundreds of people are able to connect to a lyric about watching that person or that town disappear in your rearview mirror as you vowed to never look back again. 

The reasons, the songs, the people who relate to them, all center around one thing - small towns.

And small towns fucking suck.

The songs, the movies, the people - they want you to believe in small town America. They want you to think it’s peaceful, that it’s bliss. Not a single soul is unhappy - the town and all within it are thriving. You’re supposed to feel safe, enjoy knowing your neighbors, and learn how to bake pies to submit to county fairs like your mom did and her mom did. It’s all shoved down your throat from the minute you’re born in that ‘too big’ city hospital. Barely a day old and you’re already being told it’s better this way as you're shuffled back home to where you’re supposed to belong.

When you’re younger, you don’t understand it all yet. You like that everyone in your class knows each other and everyone gets invited to every birthday party. You like waving to your mailman at the grocery store and seeing your teacher at the movie theater. You love that all of the moms know each other and gossip, because that means when yours picks you up to go home after a sleepover you have at least another hour together while they all talk.

But as the years go by, it all starts to change. Suddenly, your class doesn’t like each other, you’re not all invited to the parties, people stop dressing up for Halloween because it’s not “cool” anymore. Your best friends start talking about boys, clothes aren’t just clothes - they’re a status, and liking certain music or movies makes you either a freak or a god. 

Someone snaps their fingers and it’s a bloodbath to rise up in social status. There’s a hierarchy, a food chain, and it’s every man for himself. You start to see that it was all an illusion. The moms who you swore were the best of friends are the first to let you in on the secret of the false happiness of the town and its people. 

Their long winded doorway and grocery store gossip filled conversations you once tuned out, now ring in your ears too loud. They fake smiles and pleasantries until one leaves the herd, the pack descending on them with nasty remarks and the first of many rumor fueled flames is lit. No longer the close friendships you once dreamed of having yourself, but relationships formed from gossip and jealousy and hate that their offspring seemed doomed to inherit.

Like a movie playing on the big screen, you watch it happen right before your eyes. Your once tight knit group of friends turning on each other for something as simple as eating a slice of pizza at lunch instead of a salad. They’re glossing lips and curling eyelashes, and talking about basketball player boyfriends. Plans for their futures suddenly centered around boys you’d grown up with, dreams of weddings, kids, and staying in that same town repeating it all over again with a new generation. 

They've got to be shitting you, right? 

You’re not an idiot though. You see how the people you once called friends are suddenly freaks - shunned by the kings and queens of the school. And you’re not proud of it, but you play along. You wear the outfits, the bright blue eyeshadow, you make fun of people who are slightly different from the status quo. 

High School is a balance beam, a high wire, a jump out of an airplane but you don’t all have the parachute or net to catch you. It’s all a bunch of bullshit, a massive and giant labyrinth of contradictions and riddles designed to make you sink or swim. Lean or turn the wrong way one time, and it’s game over.

You can’t answer too many questions in class and look like a nerd, but obviously you have to keep up your grades because you can’t be seen as a slacker or dropout - what would people think? You can’t like art or band or theater too much, you can be an athlete but they’d prefer it if you just cheered for them. Be a good girl, get good grades, and dote on whatever king of Hawkins belongs to the letterman jacket you currently have slung around your shoulders. 

And the school stuff isn’t even the worst part. The extracurriculars are where things started to get really complicated. Only the freaks, losers, and dropouts smoke weed and drink. Oh, but you’re not gonna have even a sip or one hit at the party? Who are you, Mother Theresea? You go to church, so you’re a saint, right? Only on her knees for Jesus? Boys will be lining up to see if they can make the angel dip into her sinful ways. Trapped on the receiving end of a double edged sword - a prude if you don’t do anything and a slut if you do. 

You walk the line for four years, sticking to the status quo and you coast. Never in the background and never in the spotlight, miraculously making it through what’s supposedly the best years of your life fairly unscathed. It’s not all rainbows and perfectly pressed pleated skirts though, and you need out. You pack up what little you can consider truly your own possessions two days after graduation, ready to head towards the city. You’re going to watch that shitty little town disappear in your rearview mirror and you’re not going to look back, not even for a second. 

Your “friends” think you've lost it. Your parents worry and remind you you can always come back. You hope your little brother is proud of you - he’s the only reason you do risk a glance in the rearview mirror. You see him standing in the driveway, waving a sad arm in the air, his misfit friends all standing by him. He'll be okay. He'll see how good you do outside of that town and maybe he'll be inspired and get out too. 

Chicago is dirty, loud, fast and wonderful. It’s nothing like you thought it’d be and everything you dreamed about. You’re poor and surviving off of Seven-Eleven slurpees, but you’re living.

People are different in the city. Unique and vibrant and filled with life. They’re not settling for normalcy. They’re pushing themselves and boundaries. Told to be different and stand out - speak up instead of being seen and not heard. 

School is completely different too. No one to tell you that you can’t like both an art class and a science class. A gift from the universe, you’re sure, when your assigned lab partner offers you a joint one day, where he casually offers up the information that his cousin is his dealer and his mom runs a local Sunday school - like that’s normal everywhere. And maybe it is, maybe the awful small town is ancient history. You embrace the new normal and you ask if his cousin can hook you up too and if the church has a choir you can join. 

The next four years are long, and not at all perfect, but they’re your years and no one else’s. You’re writing your own story and figuring things out for yourself. Your parents and brother call and visit frequently and you manage to avoid returning home as much as possible - visits only extending for no more than two days, and staying put inside your childhood home. The happenstance lab partner talk ends you up in a job teaching at a local church when you’re not in class. Falling in love with the kids, you pursue a career in teaching, dreaming of a future where you’re helping to shape the minds of the next generations. 

Graduation, your own apartment, a job teaching art to middle school - the dreams, the life you couldn’t have even imagined, unfolding before you like you’re living the best part of a movie. It all seems too good to be true.

And maybe it was. 

Maybe it was some sort of childhood naivety clinging to you. Hopes and dreams were just that - and somehow you had gotten caught up in yours. You should have realized that life is not always a happy ending. It is filled with an immeasurable amount of curve balls, running uphill both ways, grief, and unexpected life altering moments. It’s unpredictable and unfair and ready to blindside you at a moment’s notice. 

"Fuck!"

The loaf of bread you’ve been carrying falls into an icy puddle at the curb. You jump to grab it, but it's too late. A car rolls right over it, honking like it's your fault and you flip them off.

You know it’s stupid to cry over a loaf of bread, over a stranger honking at you, and besides, your tears will only freeze to your eyelashes. So you try to keep them at bay as you quickly walk the remaining block to your apartment, arms pulling your coat closer to ward off any harsh wind that manages to sneak through and chill your body.

You rip the pink past due notice from your door as you rush inside, dumping your bags on the floor and kick the excuse of a coffee table that's just a sheet over two cardboard boxes as you pass it. You don’t even bother turning on the lights because you know you couldn’t afford last month’s electricity bill, which means you certainly can’t afford this month’s. 

You knew you weren't going to make it much longer and the tears you had managed to hold in now wet your lashes as they threatened to finally fall.

The shrill ring of your phone pulls you out of your self pity and wallowing. You knew it was your little brother, calling you at this time every Sunday night. You had managed to keep it all to yourself for almost six months, not having it in you to tell them all, to tell him that you had failed. That you needed to return home. 

You knew it was time though and you picked it up on the last ring, "Hello?"

Your brother is screaming into the line and you start to panic, "What? What's going on?" Your mind starts racing back to a few years ago when all the crazy shit went down with the mall and the earthquake - your family luckily safe with you in Chicago for both events. Why they insisted on returning to that shitty town even after all of that was beyond you.  

"I got into NYU!"

You fall back against your wall, the tears falling down your still thawing cheeks. A mixture of grieving the loss of your own innocence and celebration of his still thriving one. You clutch the phone tighter and wish you could hug him through it, wrapping the cord around your fingers you choke out, “I’m so proud of you buddy. That’s amazing. Congrats.”

He's breathless and laughing, "Will you come home to celebrate? Longer than the two days you had planned for Christmas? Please?"

You cradle the phone between your ear and neck and grab a spoon to get your dinner of peanut butter started.

You look up at the ceiling and try not to cry harder. You can’t tell him, but you have to. You take a deep breath as his voice falls to that wobble that only little brothers know. The one they perfect before their first words so they can hit you right where it hurts and make you swear to yourself to never let the sound leave their mouth again if you can help it.

"Y/N? Please?" he asks quietly.

You sniffle and form some sort of courage to tell him you’re a failure, "How ‘bout I do you one better and I come home for the rest of your senior year?"

"What?" 

You rip it off like a bandaid that’s been left on too long, wincing through it as you blurt out, "I got laid off at the end of last year."

"But you're the art teacher! How can they just-"

You interrupt him before you start crying harder and he can go off on a rant, “Buddy, I know, listen, it’s a long story. I’ll tell you all about it over some pizza while we watch The Breakfast Club, okay?”

He’s silent for what feels like forever when he finally asks, “Can we get pineapple on the pizza?”

You laugh through the remaining tears and nod, leaning your forehead against the wall, “You bet. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

When you hang up, you look around your dark apartment. The place that once was your oasis, your dream, now an expensive responsibility and weight on your shoulders. You’d sold most of your furniture already, and so you start packing your few remaining belongings that same night. 

In the next two days you sell what you can, enough to barely make your final rent payment and you hand your landlord your key as the first snow of the year drifts down lazily around you. You turn and take one final polaroid of the city - wanting to remember it this way, before climbing into your rusting and falling apart car and closing your door on it all. 

As you make the drive out of the city, your eyes fill with tears in the rearview mirror. It was never supposed to be like this. This wasn’t the town that was supposed to disappear in the mirror. These weren’t the people you were supposed to be leaving. As the wheels of the car take you further and further away, you turn the volume of your mixtape up as loud as it can go, drowning out the thoughts of your failures, your disappointments, your crushed dreams. You wipe the tears from your cheeks as you sing along loudly.

“...I got no plans, I ain’t going nowhere. So take your fast car and keep on driving. So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car - speed so fast I felt like I was drunk. City lights lay out before us and your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulders. And I, I had a feeling that I belonged. I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone…”

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Miracle Aligner l Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary: When everything is stressing, Eddie might be the miracle aligner that (Y/N) needs to get away from life.

pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader / Fluff (platonic, i can fix that in another one if you’d like, hehe)

warnings: mentions of smoking (the illegal stash) and slight language. Use of (Y/N) and a made-up character as her friend. 

word count: 2,556

A/N: Hello, everyone! It’s been a while since I last posted around here! I came back with an old piece, this time with Eddie, my love! I don’t encourage smoking, it’s not good for you, don’t do it! But for the sake of the plot, I made the mention and story all around it - not glamourizing at all!  I really hope you guys like it. Remembering that English is not my first language, I did some beta reading but  if there any mistakes, please, forgive me. I hope you guys enjoy this one, constructive critics are welcome :)

There were three things (Y/N) could never trust in her life: the weather, Hawkings and her memory. She no longer trusted the flashbacks that once in a while replayed behind her empty eyes during math classes, especially the ones about her childhood. Hawkings being the little egg that it is as a city, (Y/N) could always check her memories with the other people that were there with her, but nobody remembered – the thing wasn’t like they didn’t remember as detailed as she did – they didn’t remember at all. Sometime in her life, she started to think she was crazy and made up all those things, but they were so vivid and so real to her that it wasn’t possible to be all imagination.

And when you live in Hawkings, it’s not like a considerate number of good memories could be made – especially if you were a forgettable person in High School. (Y/N) had friends but they were much like her, not as popular, they would never be the ones to sip beer late Friday, go to a gas station to do nothing or throw massive parties while someone’s parents were traveling. (Y/N) saw herself kind of revolting about her same boring chores everyday – until she went once to California with her cousin and tried weed for first time. It was not as demonic as her father made up to be all her life, actually, it was the perfect escape from her boring small city life.

When she returned to Hawkings, she swore not to smoke again just because it would take so much work – finding a dealer, sneaking out to smoke or even smoke inside the house and fake the smell – but one day, she missed the relaxing sensation of just inhaling the smoke and laying down. She was in the middle of lunch, not even touching her food, heavy eyes from nights of insomnia and all the noise from other people’s conversation – her friend, Veronica, was right in front of (Y/N) – looking rather curious about her friend’s recent behavior.

“Penny for your thoughts?” The girl said out loud and (Y/N) seemed to snap back to reality. She sighed and tried to find the words.

“Do you know who…” (Y/N) started but realized she was talking loudly. “Well, how am I supposed to say this?” She and Veronica never talked about those things, (Y/N) was beginning to think she would be judged.

“Just shoot, you’ve been freaking me out the entire lunch with this face of yours.” (Y/N) looked at Veronica even more seriously. “Sorry, girl. But you look like you’ve been drained the whole week.”

“Well, the feeling is just as close, believe me.” (Y/N) snorted. “Do you know someone who sells weed?” Veronica opened her mouth but (Y/N) stopped her. “Don’t lecture me about anything, I’m not being unhealthy or anything. It’s just, the school just started and my mom’s being a crazy wench these days. I miss the days in California and the ‘no worries’ mood.”

Veronica always felt she never really met (Y/N)’s mother. Like, she met the person she wanted her to see, but not the woman (Y/N) had as a mother – and the last years, (Y/N) have been complaining a lot about pressure at home. Ever since she decided to go to a college out of the state, her parents had been resisting a lot to everything related to it and God knows how this can be frustrating in their last year of High School.

“Well, I suppose it’s not like you’re asking for cocaine or heroin.” Veronica shrugged and looked around just to ensure nobody was listening – like someone ever was. “Look, I heard a time or another that Eddie Munson knows something about it. A guy from the Drama Club made the deal to share the room with Eddie for his game club in exchange for something that, and I quote, makes him incarnate Shakespeare.”

“Well, I would love Shakespeare to live this living hell for me.” (Y/N) said and Veronica laughed. “It’s been a while since I last talked with Edward. Wouldn’t it be weird to show up just to ask a thing like that?”

“Well, you are the only person I know he accepts calling him Edward. And, if he is the one messing with this kind of stuff, you’re just one more costumer. Not big deal, right?”

Veronica’s logic was right. But (Y/N)’s last memory with Eddie was in middle school and they argued about something. Was it about her preferring Dio over Ozzy in the vocals of Black Sabbath? Or they were just differing in phases of life? Again, she couldn’t – for the life of her – remember why. In the end, she just hoped that whatever it was about, it wouldn’t get in the way of her deal.

“You don’t have drama club today, right?” (Y/N) pointed with her fork to Veronica.

“Nop. That’s his today.” (Y/N) nodded her head slowly, tracing all the possible plans for her to reach Eddie.

(Y/N) spent the rest of the day in the library – not only waiting for the Hellfire Club meeting to end but also, to escape her mother’s babbling or whatever. It was a good, silent and distracting place – she read, took a little nap and helped the librarian returning the books to their right shelves – that was actually the script of her day for several weeks - which only made her think even more about how she needed an urgent “chill” feeling. She played with the sleeve of her coat while waiting at the corridor, until she heard the screams, giggles and “good-bye’s” from boys getting out of the room. None of them were Eddie, for (Y/N)’s luck. She took a deep breath and exhaled the oxygen.

“It’s just Eddie. Get yourself together, damn it.” (Y/N) told herself before entering the room. She didn’t know if it was the foggy memories of their friendship or what she was about to ask the boy that was making her so nervous. All the time in California, she was never the one who spoke to dealers – hell, she just received the joint between her fingers and smoked. She went in and Eddie was with his back to the door, gathering chairs to their right place.

“I am already leaving, Matthew. I’m just…” He turned to her. “Oh, (Y/N). Didn’t expect to be you.” He seemed astonished. “Like, at all.”

“Yeah, I gather that. It’s been a while.” She closed the door behind her and took little steps closer to him. Although they grew apart, Eddie could never forget those eyes of hers. He even questioned if in the future, they would be his cure to an amnesia or something like that, he knew that as long as he remembered those eyes, he would be okay. “Look, I will cut the small talk. I need something from you and if you’re not the right person, I expect no judgement.”

“You really think, from all the people in this place, I would be the one judging you?” He crossed his arms. (Y/N) pouted and realized he was right, she could never expect that kind of thing from him. “Tell me, then.”

“Well, someone told me that you…May sell weed.” She was afraid she spoke so low that he didn’t hear and the look on his face reassured her of that. “Someone told…”

“I heard, princess. I’m trying to make the synapses to understand why you’re asking me this.” He looked puzzled. “Someone asked you to get that? I don’t make bridge dealing, that can be dangerous, you know? Cops and shit.”

“It’s not for someone, it’s for me.” (Y/N) licked her lips. “Look, I’m just having a shitty week, well, shitty month actually. And I just need a little relief.”

“I can’t believe it! You’re a smoker? A weed smoker!” He had a little grin on his face and (Y/N) arched her eyebrows. “Since when? Who gave it to you?”

“My cousin…During my summer vacation.” She was kind of bothered with all the surprise. She wasn’t so uptight, right? Like, she wasn’t a stoner like the kids she met in California but she clearly wasn’t a prude. “So, do you have it? How much is it?”

“I’m not selling to you.” He shook his head side to side and (Y/N) stood there with her mouth opened.

“What do you mean not selling to me? What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie could see that she was starting to get mad and God! How he missed her frowning and nose scrunching, the red face and incredible big eyes.

“You’re a talker. One pressure from your mother and you’re telling whoever wants to hear that I deal with this kind of stuff.” She seemed shocked with the assumption. Eddie took a few steps closer to her, until her eyes were in the height of his nose. “I think you don’t even know how to roll.”

“I forgot how infuriating you are, Edward.” (Y/N) commented. “C’mon, you’re really denying money?”

“Let’s do this. You smoke one joint with me, you get high and I don’t get snitched. Sounds like a deal?” He offered his hand to shake. “It’s all or nothing, darling.”

“What guarantees you that I won’t snitch you got me high? Like, what’s different from the scenario of selling me the weed?”

“You won’t have weed laying around your room for your crazy mother to find. One smoke with me, I got some snacks and perfume in the van and you return home like nothing happened. Your mom might even be pleased with you returning home smelling like boy’s cologne!” He joked and (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Well, it really seems like I don’t have other choice. Is this or completely freaking out.” She shook hands with him. “I’ll help you clean up here, then.”

“It’s a pleasure making a deal with you, (Y/N).”

After finishing the clean-up, Eddie stopped by his van to “get the holy grail” as he said and suggested to (Y/N) for them to smoke in the woods, considering the sun would set and it was an open-air place. The girl just agreed to anything he suggested, at this point, she couldn’t make any preferences – his denying in selling the thing to her was still scratching her brain. Was she really that much of a snitch? What made Eddie think that low of her? Maybe some years apart from each other could really change someone’s perspective about the other.

“There you go. I’ll let you light it up first.” He delivered the rolled joint to her along with the lighter. A white one.

“Thanks.” She put the thing between her lips and lit it up. Eddie was expecting the girl to cough and inhale wrong but she really seemed to have had some good training while in California. She exhaled the little amount of smoke and a little smile appeared on her lips. “Can I ask you something?”

“Full of questions today, huh?” He supported his two elbows on his knees while she was sitting with her back against the wooden table. They were both facing west, waiting for the sun to go low. (Y/N) gave him an annoyed side eye. “Sure, (Y/N). What is it?”

“Why did we stop hanging out? Like, I have a terrible memory and I’ve been questioning myself this the whole day.” She passed him the joint and took a clear look at him. His long hair and raglan Hellfire Club shirt, (Y/N) couldn’t help but think he grew up to be a good looking boy. She didn’t remember if she had any attraction to Eddie when they were little but right now, she would understand if she did.

“You have a bad memory and you’re smoking weed. It won’t get any better, if I’m really honest with you.” Eddie knocked the joint against the wood for the ashes to fall. “You were the only person I told when I thought about making Hellfire and in the next day, everyone was calling me a freak and all the satanic shit.”

“What? I never told anyone about that!” She looked incredulous. (Y/N) tried to replay the occurring and she remembered making the pinky promise in the video room, in the middle of a history class. A promise to wait for Eddie’s plan, the one where she would be the first in the campaign of his new club. (Y/N) didn’t even understand a thing about D&D but she would support Eddie in whatever he suggested at the time, she really didn’t tell a soul about it.

“Well, who did it then? You were the only one!” Eddie looked at her in a mocking way and saw the girl making the mental puzzle.

“We did the promise in the middle of a class, do you really think nobody heard us? This is Hawkings, for fuck’s sake! This place is a nightmare.” She fixated her look on some tree in the distance. “Is that also the reason you think I’m a snitch?”

“Can you blame me for that? A second ago, I gave you the first credit for making my school life a mess!” Eddie passed her the joint. “I guess someone could have heard us. You made the pinky promise after all.”

“I exchanged the spit one for the pinky promise! I am very offended right now, Munson!” She smoked and Eddie gave out a little laugh.

“I guess I’m apologizing well when giving you some of that to relax.” He pointed to the joint between her fingers. “Why are you smoking anyway? I mean, I love to smoke but I would never recommend it to anyone. Ever.”

“My mom is being, well… A mother. Ever since I told her about the plans of going out of the state for college, I think she didn’t like the idea and then, everything is about how ungrateful I am and a terrible daughter because I’m abandoning them. You get the picture” (Y/N)’s voice suddenly lost the mocking tone and got replaced with an upset one. Eddie nodded slowly with his head. “I just wanted to feel away from these comments and well, I knew this!” She looked at the rolled cigarette.

“She will accept, eventually. Just don’t give up on your plans for her. It’s not fair to you.” Eddie said and (Y/N) looked at him, her eyes had the same warm when in middle school.  “I’m sorry for not giving you the benefit of doubt. I just went logically into the thing and got mad. It was unfair to you and to me, because I really liked you.”

“Thank you! Not sure of how much I remember of everything, but I liked you too.” And I’m rethinking if it was more than a friendship way, she thought to herself. She handed him the blunt for him to finish smoking.

“We could this more often, if you want.” He pointed to the both of them.

“Sure! I would love to.” She smiled at him and Eddie thought he would faint right there. “You can be my miracle aligner more often.”

“I think I like that title.” He said smiling at her and thinking he could finally take his shot with her now they were grown up and more mature than years ago. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.”

[bitchin-and-bustin]

Operation Demogorgon 2.0

Eddie Munson x fem!oc

Summary; with Will's new vision, the party becomes panicked with the possibility of Vecna returning. Previously unbelieving, you begin experiencing the exact symptoms as someone about to fall under Vecna's curse.

Warnings; blood, nosebleeds, obsessive behavior, mentions of obsessive!eddie, mentions of pervert!eddie, mentions of stalking, reader gets Vecna'd, Neil is out of the picture/Billy's been taken in by Hopper, dead bodies, death, traumatic memories, PTSD, angst

Author's Note; this got way longer than I planned. Apologies in advance for angst, but your welcome in advance for Eddie and Billy being soft with dogs :)

PART ONE | PART TWO

"Okay, Will, start it again, from the top. You lost me at migraines. " Said Steve, holding his hands out to stop Will.

After Will's episode at the Arcade, Eddie and Dustin wasted no time in rushing him to the Hopper-Byer's household. It was a decently sized house - about as big as the Byers' old one in Lenora - that was secluded off into the woods as before. In a lot of aspects, it was just a larger version of Hopper's cabin.

Upon ushering a still shaken Will through the door, they were met with a very concerned Eleven Hopper and a semi-confused Billy Hargrove.

"What's going on?" Eleven asked, seeing Will's state.

"El, get the phone, call the others." Dustin said hurriedly.

"Dustin-"

"EL! We need everyone here, now!"

They all went silent and stared at each other with wide eyes for a moment before Billy came up behind Eleven.

"Go get the phone, El." Billy said. Reluctantly, Eleven ran into the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later, their livingroom was filled with an uneasy atmosphere as Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler and her brother Mike, Will's brother Jonathan, Max Maxfield, and Lucas Sinclair and his sister Erika arrived and crowded together.

Will had done his best to explain what had happened in his episode, but apparently a majority of them were completely lost. They all nodded their heads in agreement when Steve told Will to slow down and explain his episode in more simpler terms.

The younger boy sighed and crossed his arms, slightly frustrated. "Vecna is planning something." Will said. "When I had my vision, he wasn't actually in it - I never saw him. But I could feel him. It was like he was there, hiding somewhere."

"Like he was waiting for someone?" Suggested Robin.

Will glanced over at her. "More like...something." He said. "But the whole time, I wasn't really there either. I mean, I was, but I was...invisible, i guess."

"Will-" Said Nancy, sounding impatient. Will snapped his eyes toward her. "What happened. Did Vecna tell you anything?"

Will stared at her for a moment. "Not verbally. He showed me things. "

"What did he show you?"

"He showed me Y/n." Will quickly glanced at Eddie. "She was in her house, alone. She was looking through her cabinets and she pulled out a bottle of pills; pain killers. Tylenol."

Max's eyes widened. "She's having migraines."

Will nodded. "I watched her take them and she braced herself against her counter. She had this look on her face...she looked like she was going to pass out. She seemed so exhausted."

"If she's been having headaches non stop, then of course she's exhausted." Steve said matter-of-factly. Both Max and Nancy shot him a look.

"There was more though." Will said. "There was a noise from somewhere in her house. Y/n heard it too, because she looked up. At first I thought it was the doorbell, but then I heard it again, and I realized it was a chime. Y/n started following it. She was walking so slowly, though. Like she was moving through honey. Or maybe she was scared. But she followed it to the basement, and the third chime went off as she was going down the steps. It was completely dark until she turned the lights on, but then that's when she saw the clock from Henry's house. It was in the floor - like inside the floor. The concrete was cracked around it, almost like the clock had been forcing it's way out of the ground. Y/n walked to it, and she stood over it - I could see her reflection in the glass staring back. Then a drop of something red suddenly fell onto it ,and then another, and another. I couldn't tell what it was at first, but then Y/n brought her hand up and touched her nose, and her fingers were covered in blood.

"She's been having nosebleeds too." Max whispered.

"That's when the fourth chime went off. I could hear Y/n breathing really heavily - she was scared. I could tell. She sort of stumbled away from the clock after that, and she ran back up the stairs to leave the basement. When she slammed the door, I was back in the arcade."

Everyone was silent for a moment once Will finished. They were all trying to process what he'd told them, and what it all meant.

"Max was right." Eleven finally said. Eveeyone turned their heads to her as she looked up. "One is after Y/n."

She was the only one brave enough to admit out loud.

"We've got to do something." Lucas said.

Steve turned to him. "Like what? We don't know how long she's been under the curse, we don't know when he's going to strike!"

"We need to tell her about it! The Upsidedown, what happened to Will - everything."

Suddenly, Dustin cleared his throat. "She already knows." Everyone that wasn't Eddie, Will, Steve and Nancy stopped their arguing to turn to Dustin with aghast expressions. "We kinda told her...today..." Mike was perhaps the most furious of them all.

"You what?!" Mike gasped.

"We had too!" Dustin exclaimed in defense. "If we didn't, Y/n would've gone her whole life thinking Eddie was a pervert!"

"She believed you?!"

"I mean, no, but-"

"JESUS CHRIST-" Eddie suddenly shouted, causing Dustin and Mike to go silent. "Can the two of you please stop your petty, childish arguing? It doesn't matter, not important. What does matter is finding a way to stop Vecna. Alright?" Dustin and Mike both mumbled quiet agreements. Eddie now turned to Will. "Byers, was there anything else you saw? Any hints or something that would tell you when Vecna's going to make his move?"

Will was silent while he thought. There wasn't anything, really. He thought back to what you been wearing; the brown corduroy sweater you had over your blue arcade shirt that day. But you wore that all the time. But if Will really thought, he could remember the glimpse of the calendar he was able to catch as you left the kitchen. The last day that had been marked off with a red X was June 5th. The current date was June 6th.

"I don't think that my vision has happened yet." Will finally said after a few moments. Everyone gave him questioning looks. "She had a calendar in her kitchen. All the days were marked off up until today." Will paused. "I think I saw the future, and I think that future was later today."

Everyone exchanged looks."Wait, are you sure?" Eddie asked. "On Saturday's her shift doesn't end 'til 9."

"If she's been having constant migraines, Keith might've let her leave early." Robin said quickly.

"Yeah." Steve nodded in agreement.

"Okay, we have to assume Vecna is making his move today, and that he's making it soon." Nancy stated.

"Will, do you know what time this is supposed to happen?" Jonathan asked his brother.

Will furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to remember any sign he'd noticed in his vision that would give him his answer. Then it came to him; the light flooding in from your kitchen windows had been a golden orange - the color of the sunset.

"The sun was setting." Will said quickly.

"Its completely dark in an hour and a half." Billy said. The other's all turned to where he was standing up against the wall behind them all, previously having been completely silent. "Her house is almost forty minutes away. If we're gonna do something, we need to leave now."

"Billy's right." Steve said, surprising everyone with that fact that he'd just agreed with Billy Hargrove. The other boy raised his eyebrows, seeming surprised as well.

"El," said Jonathan. The girl turned to her brother. "Go get your Walkman. Just in case." As the teenager quickly ran to her room, Jonathan turned to Eddie. "Do you know Y/n's favorite song?"

Eddie nodded. "Yeah. 'Mr. Sandman'."

Billy scoffed. "Basic."

"Right? She's obsessed with the Chordettes."

Eleven came running back to the room with her Walkman in hand, and handed it to Jonathan, who stood up from where he was sitting on the sofa with Nancy.

"Someone's gotta stay here with the kids." Said Steve. "And it's not gonna be me this time."

Before the teenagers could attempt to cause an arguement about being left behind, Robin raised a hand. "I'll stay. I don't wanna chance getting possessed as well."

Nancy glanced over at her. "I'll stay with Robin. You boys can go."

"Hey!" Said Dustin, standing up. "Why can't we come with you guys?"

"Because we don't need twenty people to go." Steve said simply. "Besides, this isn't a 'party' thing. Four people is enough."

"But why do we need babysitters-"

"DUSTIN! We don't have time for this! Stop!" Steve interrupted, impatiently. Dustin quickly closed his mouth. Steve sighed and looked up at Billy. "Your car?" He asked.

"Yeah." The blonde pulled his keys out of his pocket. "C'mon."

Eddie exhaled as he stood up to follow Billy, Steve and Jonathan. "Well, looks like it's time for Operation Demogorgon 2.0"

The four men filed out the front door, and Will watched solemnly out the window as they climbed into Billy's Camaro and started pulling out of the long driveway. Will glanced at the sun. The sky was turning yellow.

They didn't have much time.

It was easy to say you hadn't had the best day.

For starters, you gotten locked in a room with your stalker, who proceeded to try and convince you that there was an alternate dimension full of monsters that wanted you dead. Then, your headaches - which you thought had finally gone away - had come back, and you didn't have any pain killers with you. You'd tried your best to ignore the pounding in your head for the rest of your shift, but eventually it got to the point where it felt like you had a horrible hangover. Thankfully, Keith had let you go home a few hours early, so when you got home as the sun was just beginning to set, the first thing you did was change out of your ugly shirt and stumble into the kitchen to find the Tylenol.

Your golden retriever - Louis - sat a little ways away, watching as you shuffled through the dozens of bottles of pills in the cabinets above your sink, before pulling out the bottle of Tylenol. You popped two of the pills onto your mouth before swallowing them try. You sighed heavily after that, and leaned against your counter, closing your eyes.

You were so tired - you had been for a week. And you didn't have a single clue why. Yeah, you were stressed out, but it wasn't anything you weren't used to. Something had been really off the past week, though. You spaced out more often, and these headaches seemed to be making everything much worse.

As you stood there, braced under your arms, you heard something loud and echoing come up through your house. You raised your head, and looked around. Had it been your doorbell? You looked out the window, not seeing a silhouette behind the blinds. You furrowed your eyebrows and stood up straight.

Slowly, you moved into the hallway, and looked down it, your eyes set on the basement door at the very end. The chime sounded again, almost louder than before, as if you were getting closer to it's source. In the kitchen, Louis whined quietly and cowered under the table.

You began walking down the hallway towards the door. It was as if there was some force drawing you to it - like an imaginary string tied to your waist, slowly pulling you along. You didn't blink once as you advanced on the door, too focused on reaching whatever this was.

The doorknob was cold as you set your hand upon it, which was unusual, considering was the middle of summer. You slowly opened the door to your basement, and began moving down the steps, almost robotically. It didn't feel like you were the one walking. It was incredibly chilly in the basement, but you didn't shiver. You couldn't. You were far too lost in this mysterious trance.

As you reached the bottom of the stairs, you heard the third chime. Then you saw the exact source of the noise.

There was a large grandfather clock in your basement. It was brown and expensive looking - probably made of dark oak or mahogany. But this clock definitely wasn't a normal clock. The give away was how it was embedded into the concrete floor of the basement. Around its shape, the floor was cracked outward, like the clock had forced it's way up from under the cement.

You felt fear now as you continued to walk towards it. You walked to turn around and flee, but something wouldn't let you. You were physically drawn towards the timepiece.

Standing beside it, you slowly moved to lean over it and stare. You could see your reflection in the glass - you could see the fear in your eyes.

Then suddenly, something dark red and watery fell from above and landed on the glass. This was followed by another drop, and another, until there was a collection of red droplets on the glass, almost like an evil mosaic. You could feel something hot and sticky dripping down your nose and lip. Shakily, you lifted a hand and felt something wet when you touched your nose. When you brought your hand down, you widened your eyes to see blood.

You almost jumped in your skin when the  clock chimed for a fourth time beneath you.

Along with fear, panic quickly found a way into your chest. Breathing heavily, you stumbled away from the clock and ran up the stairs faster than you ever remembered doing. When you reached the door, you fumbled with the doorknob before swinging it open and turning around to slam it closed.

You were left the sound of your beating heart and heavy breathing after that. You stared at the basement door with wide eyes before taking your hand away and turning around.

You expected to be standing in your hallway, but you were instead met with the sight of a grimy white hallway and dim, blown out lights above you.

You looked around frantically, and you realized if you loked past the way it was degraded, you recognized this place.

At the sound of a loud knock on the door behind you, you gasped and jumped in shock you spun around, and found that this was no longer your basement door, and was white and scratched with weather and age.

"Ms. L/n?" Said a strange voice from behind the door. "I have unfortunate news, I'm afraid. It's your parents...they aren't expected to make it through the night." Your breath caught in your throat. You'd heard those words before. "Will you open the door, Ms. L/n?" Asked the voice, only this time, in sounded different, it sounded warped, and deep, and evil. "Hey! Open the door! OPEN THE DOOR!"

You gave a dry sob as you listened to the horrible screaming. Then you were startled as something start pounding on the door. You backed away, and watched as the door started to shake and come free of its hinges.

This time, you were able to run. And you ran.

As you fled down the hallway, the lights that did work started to flicker. Many times you almost tripped over discarded wheelchairs and broken, toppled over stretchers in the way.

"OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOOOR!"

The demotic screaming and banging only continued to get louder as you ran away. Tears had started streaming down your face.

"OPEN THE DOOOOR!"

Gasping, you flung open a door to a room on the left side of the hallway, and rushed inside, locking yourself inside it.

As soon as the door was close, the banging and the screaming ceased. Once again, you were left with nothing but your breathing and quiet sobbing.

Almost relieved, you slid down the wall next to the door, and covered your mouth to stifle your cries. You closed your eyes and you'd attempted to control your breathing and clam your heartrate.

But at the eerie screeching sound of something in the room, your eyes shot open.

On the wall to the left, there was a row of ominous black freezers. But theses freezers didn't hold food, they held dead bodies - you had stumbled into a morgue.

You watched with wide eyes and a heavily heaving chest as one of the freezers slowly slid open on its rusty hinges, revealing that the body inside was a woman's - one side of her face was heavily charred from a fire and her eyes were open and empty and stared at the ceiling above her. Silent tears streamed down your face and you pressed yourself further against the wall as if to stay away from the freezer.

Then with a gasp from you, the woman's head turned. Her dead eyes landed on yours, and her charred lips moved as she spoke in a warped, evil voice.

"Y/n..."

By the time Billy's Camaro pulled into the driveway of your house, the sun was almost set, leaving only a small strip of red able to be seen through the trees.

As soon as the car was off, the four boys jumped out and walked to the front door of the small house - Jonathan with Eleven's Walkman in hand. Anxiety practically filled the air surrounding them.

Eddie was the one to reach the door first. He rang the bell, and waited anxiously for you to answer. But he was waiting for nothing. You never answered. So he rang the doorbell again, and again, hoping you had just fallen alseep.

"Shit." Eddie muttered to himself. He started banging his fist on the door. "Y/n! Are you there?!"

Jonathan put a hand on his arm. "Hey, stop. We didn't make it here in time. See if the doors unlocked."

Eddie glanced at him before reaching for the doorknob. Sure enough, it was unlocked. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

They were met with darkness. The lights in the living room were off, but there was a yellow glow coming from the kitchen and hallway.

Being the last to enter, Steve closed the door behind them, and found the switch to a lamp, turning it on so they could see their way around.

"Y/n?" Eddie called into the house. "Where you?! Y/n?"

He didn't get a response, and he wasn't expecting one of course, but he did hear a quiet canine whine. He looked around, and saw a fluffy looking golden retriever poking his snout out of the kitchen door way.

Eddie smiled just slightly. "Hey, buddy." He took a step forward, but the dog, whined and shrank back. "Hey, hey, it's alright. I'm not gonna hurtcha." He crouched down to be level with the dog, and held out his hand. Hesitantly, the golden retriever padded towards him, and cautiously sniffed the boy's hand. "Hi, its Louis, right?" The dog looked up at his face, as if responding to the name. Eddie's smile grew slightly and he started rubbing the soft fur on the dog's head. "I'm Eddie."

"Munson, what are you doing?" Billy asked as he stared at Eddie and the dog with a deadpan look.

Eddie glanced back at him. "Shut up." He turned back to Louis the dog and continued petting. "Hey, Louis, I need you to help me out, buddy. Can you do that?" Louis just stared up at him with dilated pupils. "Where's Y/n? Do you know where she is, boy? Huh?"

The dog turned his head towards the hallway entrance, and a low growl built up in his throat, his lips raising in a snarl. Eddie turned his head that was as well.

"She in there?" He asked.Louis just growled louder, but it ended in a whine when Eddie gave his head another soothing pet.

Eddie stood up and turned to the other three, who had been watching him silently. "She's in the hallway." He said. Jonathan held out the Walkman to Eddie as the four of them crept towards the hallway, and he took it and held onto it tightly.

The boys stopped in their tracks almost immediately when they were met with the sight of Y/n L/n standing at the end of the hallway with your head staring straight at them, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, white and glazed over as if you were blind. A thick stream of blood flowed from your nose and down your lips.

Billy's mouth curved in a repulsed way. "Well that's unsettling."

"Shit." Eddie muttered, and quickly rushed down the hallway, stopping in front of your tranced form. He waved an hand in front of your face - you were unresponsive. "Shit!" He turned around and shoved the Walkman into Steve's chest. "Get these on her, I've gotta find Mr. Sandman."

Steve nodded. "Hurry."

"Y/n..."

You sobbed loudly behind your mouth as the charred corpse of your mother spewed your name in a voice that wasn't hers.

Then you jumped as a new bodies sat up from where it had been laying out on one of the metal tables in the center of the room. This was the body of a man with a burnt face and bleeding eyes. His broken arm shot toward you.

"Y/n..."

You let out a muffled scream into your hand. Shaking, you clawed at the wall as your scrambled to your feet. You jerked the door handle and flung it open, fleeing from the room with frantic sobs.

Once again you were running down the disarrayed hallways, only now you were running the calling of your dead parents.

"Y/n...Y/n...Y/n..."

As you ran, you glanced back, expecting to see the burnt, black bodies for you parents standing behind you, but there was nothing. Before you could turn around, you let out a scream as the floor beneath you snapped like wood and you fell through flames and smoke.

You landed hard on your back and found the wind knocked out of you. As you coughed and gasped for air, you felt your lungs burn as they filled with smoke instead of oxygen. Sitting up, you coughed more. You covered your mouth with your hand to prevent the inhale of ash again, and your eyes widened as you took in your surroundings.

It was your old house, the one that had caught fire and burnt your parents alive.

As the flames flickered and cackled around you, you could hear a new sound rise up over it all. It was the scream of a woman - the scream of a woman being consumed by flames.

Tears streaming from your eyes, you clamped your hands over you ears and closed your eyes. You didn't want to relive this.

"Y/n..."

Your eyes shot open. Something called your name, and you heard it despite your hands covering your ears. This wasn't the warped voice of the doctor and your parents, but this was still voice of something evil.

Taking you hands down, you looked up, and saw that in the fire-illuminated darkness, something was emerging.

It wasn't exactly human, but you didn't know what else it could be considered. It had horribly slimey and mutated looking skin - vines almost seemed to make it up. It had a hole of cartilage where its nose should have been, and its eyes were big and threatening. One of its hands had long, claw like fingers that looked as though they could tear so easily through skin.

Somehow - you didn't know why - you knew this creature was what had been causing your migraines and nosebleeds and your horrible nightmares. You knew it was the one causing this nightmare.

Shaking, you called out to it in an unsettlingly meager voice. "What do you want?!"

The creature emerged from the flames fully, revealing it's hideousness to you. "I want you...to join me."

"EDDIE!"

Eddie ignored Steve shouting his name from the hallway as he stood in your room, frantically going through your drawers in search of Mr. Sandman by The Chordettes.

He cursed to himself as each drawer he pulled open contained nothing but clothes.

"EDDIE! What are you doing?!"

"I'M LOOKING!" Eddie finally shouted back. Closing the drawer that contained pajamas, he moved to the one above it and pulled it open, only for his face to pale when he saw it was full of your underwear.

"LOOK FASTER!"

Eddie cursed and quickly closed that drawer, moving to the next one. He nearly screamed in happiness when he saw the cassettes it was filled with. He frantically shifted through them until he found the one with "Mr. Sandman - The Chordettes" written on the label in curly handwriting.

"I've got it!" Eddie said, out of breath from his panic as he came running back into the hallway.

Steve, Jonathan and Billy turned to him from where they surrounded you. Steve had gotten the headphones of Eleven's Walkman on your hand and over your ears, and held the cassette reader in his hand.

Eddie handed Mr. Sandman to Steve, who slipped it into the case and immediately hit play.

Everyone stood around you, waiting anxiously for something to happen, for you to open your eyes and gasp and show them you were alive and alright.

But they didn't get that. When they got was pure panic when your feet started to leave the ground and your body slowly rose toward the ceiling.

"What the fuck..." Billy whispered as they all stared up at your levitating body. He glanced at Eddie and Steve, whose eyes were wide with fear. "Harrington, what's happening?"

"Its Vecna." Steve said thickly. "We were too late."

"I want you...to join me."

You pushed your back against the charred wall behind you, silently crying as what you began to realize was the other-dimensional creature crowned Vecna advanced toward you through the flames.

You wanted to run, but there was no where to go. Everything around you was on fire.

Vecna stopped walking when he stood in front of you. Even as you weakly got to your feet, he was still a good three feet taller than you. As you stared up at him, he stared down at you, almost like he was studying your tear-stained face.

You grit you teeth as you spat up at him. "Leave me alone."

Vecna smirked, if that was possible. "I'm afraid that's not an option, Y/n. I cannot leave you alone, not until you've joined me. Not until my plan is complete."

Then you took a shakey inhale as the creature raised his clawed hand and held it above you. Some invisible force caused your bead to crane upward at look at the claws. New tears ran hot down your face.

Just as Vecna's hand started to lower itself towards your skin, he was interrupted by a echoing, strangely cheerful - and very familiar to you - noise.

"Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum"

Vecna's hand moved away just slightly as he looked around, trying to find the source of the noise. You'd already found it though.

"Mr. Sandman,

Bring me a dream

Make him the cutest that I've ever seen"

Behind Vecna, in the dark void he'd walked out of, you could see a spot the dream that had faded away, showing you a view of four familiar boys; Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, and Billy Hargrove. All four of them were shouting your name as they stared up at your body, which was seven feet up in the air, unmoving.

"Give him two lips like roses and clover

And tell him that his lonesome nights are over"

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a spike of wood that was miraculously not yet touched by the fire. With as much speed as you could muster, you snatched the spike and let out a cry as you drove it through the slimey abdomen of the demon in front of you.

Vecna grunted it pain and jerked away from you, releasing you from whatever powerly hold his claws had on you. You fell against the wall, gasping for breath.

You didn't waste a second before you were running towards the tear of reality in front of you.

"Sandman, I'm so alone

Don't have nobody to call my own"

Through the smoke and the flames you ran through, you could hear Vecna's cries of anger. Above you, burning ceiling beams fell and attempted to stop you. But you kept running. You didn't stop until you were upon the panicking boys in your hallway, crying their names as they were yours.

"Please turn on your magic beam

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream"

The first thing you heard wasn't even the next lyrics of the song. It was Jonathan Byers screaming "Oh, shit!"

You let out your own scream once you realized you were falling. Thankfully, you were caught by someone before you hit the floor.

Disoriented, you couldn't tell you was holding you until they pulled the headphones of a Walkman off your head and started calling your name.

"Y/n? Hey, Y/n? Can you hear me?"

Rapidly blinking away tears whatever after affect was left of your trance, you slowly came to realize you were on the floor with a familiar long haired brunette.

You sniffed, almost choking on the taste of copper it brought go your mouth due to your heavy nosebleed. You looked up at the face of the boy holding you above his lap.

"Ed-Eddie?" You said, your voice cracking.

He stared down at you, concern coating his features. "Yeah, its me." He said, careful not to be loud.

You let out a choppy exhale. "You goon-fuck," your voice was thick as it cracked. "I believe your story. I believe you now." You started crying for what felt like the hundredth time that day, and buried your face into Eddie's chest, your fists balling around his shirt.

Eddie held you a little closer, letting you stain his clothes with blood and tears. "You're okay now, Y/n. It's okay." He told you. He glanced up at the other three boys before speaking again. "Hey, I'm gonna pick you up now, alright? We're gonna get you out of here."

You didn't respond, but that was okay. You didn't need to.

Taking a deep breath, Eddie slipped his right arm under your knees and carefully got to his feet with Steve's help. He let you cling to his shoulder as they walked out of the hallway, towards the front door. Steve and Jonathan made sure to turn the hallway and kitchen lights off before they held the door open for Eddie.

As he was about to walk out with you, he turned back when he heard a quiet yelp behind him he turned around, seeing that Louis the golden retriever was standing in the kitchen doorway again, watching them almost sadly.

Eddie turned to Billy. "Hey, bring the dog."

Billy glanced at Louis skeptically. "What? Jim's got a pet fur allergy-"

"Just do it." Eddie said before walking out the doorway with you half-asleep in his arms.

Billy sighed to himself and looked down at Louis, who had taken a few pads toward the boy, and was looking up at him curiously.

Billy stared down at him. "You're lucky you're cute." He mumbled, before kneeling down and picking the golden retriever up in his arms, clicking the livingroom lamp off, and closing the front door as he walked out.

Eddie had carefully set you down inside the Camaro in the seat directly behind the driver's. After making sure you were alright, he closed the door softly and walked around to the passenger's seat. Steve and Jonathan were the ones who joined you in the backseat, and Billy set Louis back there with you, where your dog sensed your emotions and curled up in your lap.

As Billy pulled out of your driveway, Eddie looked up in the mirror to see you in the back, hand idly resting on Louis's fur, and head leaning against the headrest with your eyes staring straight forward with a ghosted, far off expression. Dried blood still covered your nose and lips.

Eddie sighed to himself, and looked down at the cassette in his hand. He slipped it inside the Camaro's stereo, glanced at you once more, and then hit play.

"Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum"

As you all left your house, you found yourself slipping out of consciousness and into sleep, no longer worrying that you would wake up screaming of your Vecna induced nightmares.

"Mr. Sandman,

Bring me a dream

Make him the cutest that I've ever seen

Give him two lips like roses and clover

And tell him that his lonesome nights are over

Sandman, I'm so alone

Don't have nobody to call my own

Please turn on your magic beam

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream"

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warnings : yelling, cursing, mentions of drinking, drugs, slight toxic reader..she’s a bit of an asshole, poor sad eddie :(

you couldn’t believe him. how he risked his life. after everything was getting better, vecna was gone, eddie was safe and max was safe. you heard eddie stumble into the living room hiccuping as he had a stupid derpy smile on his mouth. “ hi princess” he hiccuped swallowing down his spit that over filled his mouth.

“don’t talk to me eddie” you huffed staring at the tv, eddie tilted his head like a confused puppy.

“ huh? princess what do you mean?” he took a sip of his beer, his eyes red staring at you. “ you know what i mean!” you stood up angerily bumping into eddie as you walked past him. his heart felt pain, he didn’t know why you were mad.

he followed you struggling to keep his balance. “ baby come on! talk to me what’s wrong?” “you! your what’s wrong!” you poked at his chest as tears filled your eyes.

“wh..what? i-“ eddie got cut off as you slapped him across the face. “ your fucking risking your life eddie!! first you were in the damn hospital almost half dead! now your risking your life again! you stupid fucking idiot!” you sobbed punching your fist against his chest.

eddie looked at you like a sad puppy. tears slowly making his way into his eyes. “ i-i’m sorry i-“ “ no your not sorry! if you were sorry you wouldn’t be doing this edward!” you sobbed more, as he felt like a shard of glass had stabbed him in the heart. you never used his actual name. it was always ‘eddie’ or ‘ed’s’.

“ your gonna fucking kill yourself if you keep doing this!” tears fell down eddie’s cheeks as he whimpered softly, his bottom lip trembling.

“ i can’t with you..i’m going to steve’s..” you sniffled grabbing your bag as you shoved clothes inside it “ baby no! please stay i won’t do it! please!.. don’t leave me!” eddie sobbed grabbing at your wrists.

“ let go of me!” you struggled against his hold “ please don’t leave me! i’ll be better i swear!..” he cried out as you pushed him away. grabbing your phone “ stay the fuck away from me!” you bumped into him again walking out to the living room.

“ i’m sorry!” eddie followed you trying to grab for your shirt. it felt like every yell at him pushed you farther away.

eddie didn’t mean to have it happen, eddie just needed to numb whatever was fucking with his poor brain.

“ you, edward munson you’re just like your fucking father.” you yelled going out of the trailer slamming the door as a mug slammed onto the ground from the intense impact.

eddie stood there in the hall hot big tears falling down his cheek as he sobbed into his hands. he didn’t want to be like him, he wanted to be better then him. he tried his hardest to not be like him. making a stupid promise to himself not to be like his father.

steve had picked you up driving to his. he didn’t want to budge into what happened, knowing he would ask later once you have calmed down.

the soft music playing in steve’s car as you stared out the window, bouncing your leg. steve looked over at you and sighed quietly.

you got to steve’s as you went into his guest room, changing into your pjs. you slipped under the covers as you heard your phone buzz. grabbing it from its charger to see a text from eddie.

‘god what does he want’ you thought to yourself ignoring his text. you turned off his notifications as you laid down turning off the light on the bed side table. slowly drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

~ it was the next morning as eddie didn’t get any sleep, sitting on his bed as he stared at his phone. waiting for you to reply, or for you just to look at his texts. guilt was drowning eddie eating at him punching him in the stomach.

he bit at his nails, picked at his skin nervously until blood slowly started to appear on his fingers.

he sighed rubbing his eyes, sniffling as tears fell down his cheeks. hitting the photo he held between his fingers with care, it was you and him. you and him were at a gig as gareth took a picture of you guys laughing.

hot big tears fell down onto his blankets as he bit his bottom lip to stop it from trembling, he missed you. and hated how stupid he was for getting fucked up.

eddie was exhausted through out the day. sitting on the couch with wayne almost falling asleep as he watched boring commercials about food, and places he probably never was gonna go to. “ son, son wake up” wayne’s voice was muffled as he shook eddie awake “ you okay?” wayne asked as eddie nodded softly.

“ i’m leaving for work..i’ll see you in the morning kid. love you” wayne mumbled the last part as he got on his jacket. “ love you too.” eddie sighed closing his eyes as he rested his head on the arm rest of the couch. falling asleep for a bit.

he was awoken by the sounds of banging. banging on a door, eddie groaned rubbing his eyes as he worked his way to the door. the sounds of the pitter patter of rain tapping against the trailer filled his ears with calming feelings.

he groaned opening the door, to be met with you. your clothes were drenched with rain, hair dripping wet.

“y/n..”

“eddie im sorry.” you sighed looking up at him as you had a box which was covered with a sort of covering to protect it from the rain. “wh-what’s this?” he looked confused grabbing the box.

“it’s um..all your stuff from my house. um i’m sorry, i just can’t do this anymore eddie” you rubbed your eyes “ im sorry, good bye eddie.” you mumbled walking to steve’s car.

getting in as he stayed there for a bit letting you buckle up, eddie was frozen. holding the box as he stared at the car, steve looked at eddie as he sighed driving away.

[lavendermunson]

enchanted | knight!eddie munson x princess!reader

summary Eddie never saw you again after that night, you both were ten years old and sitting in a piano, just a couple of kids enjoying each others company but since you were a princess with an arranged marriage, you got trapped in a castle. You never saw Eddie again but he did, getting close to your windows to watch you, you grew to be the most beautiful he has ever seen. A re-encounter might change the world, even put upside down two different kingdoms.

tags +18, afab!reader, perv!eddie, mentions of jason craver sorry, best friends to lovers kind of relationship, masturbation reader and eddie, mentions of food in a nsfw way, set in some fairytale, mention of low self-steem. one use of y/n just one i swear it’s you won’t even remember it. i tried to be as inclusive as possible so i didn’t mention anything about the reader’s, no skin color, no hair color, no body type, if i missed something tell me! i want everyone to read this and picture themselves as a princess, although i did used she/her pronouns and the reader was born in autumn. mentions of death eddie’s mom

a/n i pictured a lot of princess from disney and also toon inspiration from bridgerton, it’s the first time i write something so long so forgive me for any mistakes. if you want me to keep writing this story don’t forget to mention it :)

wc 2.4k… i surprised myself

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A few years ago two kingdoms decided to unite, building a wall to protect them both and agreeing on sharing everything. With this agreement also came the rule of “arrange the marriage of their second born children at the age of 20” The two of them being born in the same year made it easier for it to be more under control, thanks to their older siblings being already married or out of town.

Prince Jason, from the Craver family, was born in the light of the summer, and with it came his whole personality. He isn’t much of a charming young man, his soft hair shines under every light, even the fire, what’s supposed to be aggressive and dangerous. The boy used it in his favor, lighting his room every time he got a new girl on his bed from one of his famous parties.

From the second kingdom, Princess Y/N from the Willow family was born in autumn, just in time when the trees start to let go of their orange-colored leaves. She was a quiet girl, always surrounded by books, avoiding parties, and helping her mom grow all kinds of flowers. She’s never had a boyfriend, and always tried to keep herself busy until the day of her wedding, which she named “the end of her life”.

She didn’t like Jason, at family dinners, he always had a girl in his arms, he wasn’t polite and he was irresponsible. Didn’t have what it took to be a good prince, let aside the new king. The princess was about to turn 20, in three weeks exactly, she was scared of her future because she had too much more to learn, to see, to experience.

—

At the start of the cold winter, Eddie was born, the same year as the prince and the princess, his friends always joked about that “If you were born into the Craver family, you would’ve married the princess” he always laughed about that, knowing that only happened in his dreams, one time, after a private Christmas dinner with the Royalty, when his uncle Wayne became the Willow king’s right hand. Eddie was being trained by his uncle, in sword fights, first aid, horse riding, everything to serve as a knight to the Willow kingdom and to keep him close, but the long-haired boy hated it, he wanted to play guitar, play piano, conquer every instrument in existence, he loved music thanks to his mom who unfortunately died when he was a little boy.

Eddie had an innocent crush since that dinner, he was 10 the same as you, and you showed him the piano and started playing with it.

“You should come here and take classes with me, I'm pretty sure you’re going to be better than me. You have talent, Eds” You said.

“She said I can take classes with her, Wayne.” little Eddie begged his uncle to let him go “Pleaaase”

“No way son, you have to start training,” the older man said, with a frown on his face.

Since that day, you never saw Eddie again, but he did, when he gets a little too close to the kingdom and stares at your living room window where you read, every day, at 5 pm. He watches you bite your bottom lip when you flip the pages gently, your fingers rub the words as you furrow your eyebrows, he realizes he is head over heels for you.

—

It was a Sunday, the air was cold and the clouds were getting in the way of the sun making its light a little bit dim. Eddie grabbed a horse and some grapes, to keep him company while he watched you read, it wasn’t weird, right? He wasn't doing anything wrong, just an innocent act of… spying. His uncle stopped him after hearing the loud steps of the horse.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going for a ride, just to clear my head”

“No, you get back here young man” The voice of his uncle was louder, firmer, Eddie whined at the old man with a frustrated look on his face “Did you forget tomorrow you start working for real? We have to get you ready”

“Ready? I’m ready Wayne I just need a little time to myself”

“Nonsense, get back here you have to clean your armor”

They both get back in the little house, Eddie sighed as his uncle showed him the new armor.

“But it’s clean!” Eddie whined again, Wayne eyed his nephew annoyed, and tossed a cloth into the young boy’s chest.

“It’s not, it has to shine,” he said, Eddie sighed again, defeated. “C’mon”

Eddie stayed home that day, the first day he skipped his little spying routine, and thank god he did because what happened that day at 5 pm would’ve broken his heart.

__

“Just one kiss, please?” Jason said to you, getting the book out of your hands and throwing it aside.

“You are drunk at 5 pm? What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing! Just kiss me” he leaned in closer to your face, fingers touching your jaw “We are getting married, don’t you remember?”

“I do, I think about it every day and it makes me so sick, now I have a migraine because of your little tantrum” You push him away, and with all the strength in your body, gravity played a little turn and betrayed you, making you fall on top of him on the floor.

“Are we going to practice?” Jason had a grin on his face, his hands tightening on your waist. You get up quickly at the feeling of his touch, fixing up your dress you leave the room, not after scoffing at him and his absurd behavior.

—

On Monday, the kingdoms were throwing a celebration in honor of King Craven’s 60th birthday. Everyone in town was celebrating, having a big party for themselves with the excuse of their least-favorite King. The servants were getting the party started, Queen Craven decided to go with a ball instead of a casual dinner, where people from other towns would come to see the castle and have fun with beautiful gowns and expensive jewelry.

After Eddie met with the Willow king and queen, his new job was taking care of their little princess. He was excited about it but also nervous. He’s getting a chance to spend time with you, to watch you for a few more minutes than usual. It was a new sensation for him, some kind of anxiety mixed with enthusiasm, walking around with a heavy metal armor over his body relaxed him a bit, it was making pressure on his chest so his heart wouldn’t burst out, the only ‘bad’ thing was he didn’t have to wear a helmet, he was afraid his grin was too big on his face and decided to look for an empty room to make a little dance of celebration.

Finally one of the doors opens, and thanks to his bad luck he finds your room. You are currently in a large undergarment, looking at yourself in the mirror and making a disgusted face. You didn’t have a corset on because you hated them, but something was off with your self-esteem that day.

��Sorry, sorry i-” he said, stunned to speak at the sight of the beautiful princess. He also dreamed of seeing your body, it was better than his imagination would have pictured. The parts of your naked skin were glowing, he closed his fist trying to keep himself on edge, the desire of touching you, feeling your soft skin with his fingertips, and placing kisses all over you made Eddie turn around quickly, closing his eyes in an attempt to memorize what he just saw.

“Wait! Don’t go!” you said, getting in your dress as quickly as possible as he touched the door handle “Can you tie up my dress? It’s pretty difficult for me since i can’t reach”

Eddie opened his eyes wider, trying to ease his breathing and slowly coming up to you ‘Your wish is my command’ he said to himself.

He nods in your direction and gets closer, you move your hair to one side so Eddie can tie up the dress easier, and with his big fingers, he takes the laces of the dress tightening up a little, and makes a secure knot on your back.

“Please make sure you add a bow, i-it looks better that way” You peek your head over your shoulder for a second, he nods again and tries to make a proper bow, but it turned out nicely than he thought.

He rests his hands on your waist, looking at your reflection in the mirror, you keep checking if the dress looks good and trying to fix some parts of it that look loose. You didn’t mind Eddie’s touch, you knew who he was and what he was doing here (kind of). You were happy inside, you always wanted Eddie as a friend since that night when you were kids, and now you can keep him close, even better, speak to him and get to know him.

“Thank you, Eddie,” you say, getting out of your pool of thoughts.

“You remember me?” he asks, eyebrows crinkled on his face, and you giggle looking at his surprised face.

“How could I forget such a pretty face?” Eddie flushes instantaneously.

“Me? You are the one who looks speechless” you blush, the little flirt game making your heart flutter.

“You think so? I believe this dress has something wrong, do you?”

Eddie takes his time to reply, looking at your reflection again he keeps looking for the mistake you were searching for earlier, but he seems to miss it. He gets brave enough to trace your waist and torso with his fingers, going up from your back and resting his hands on your exposed shoulders, rubbing them delicately. You shiver at his touch, something that you have never felt before, your tummy starts to feel funny and your breath hitches, the boy behind you is quick to notice your little squirm, he laughs at it and gently takes his hands off you, you miss his touch already.

“I don’t think so, it looks… you look really good” he says, giving you a look of reassurance. He misses your skin too, it’s been just a couple of seconds since his fingers ignited with your warm skin and now his hands are too cold for his liking. You turn around in a quick twist, locking eyes with him.

“So… you work here now,” you ask him, getting lost in his chocolate eyes.

“Yes, from now on”

“What do you have to do?” His cheeks feel warm being close to you, now he hates the armor that protects his chest from the warmth of your body.

“I have to take care of you, actually” You are quick to notice he is trying to hide a big smile “Your mom kept talking about your little trips to the outside and she wants someone to protect you”

“You think I need protection?” you cross your arms in front of your chest, Eddie brings his attention to your little act trying to look tough and he gets lost in your cleavage for a minute.

“N-no, I’m sure you are fine” he shakes his head and finds your eyes again “Since you’ve been back without a scratch i know you got everything under control, i mean… she only wants to keep me close to you so she can relax” he curses at himself for feeling so nervous all of a sudden, the fact that he didn’t know about your trips to the woods outside the kingdoms makes his blood boil, he kept tabs on you every day, all day, how did he miss this?

“I’m pretty sure she thinks there are monsters out there” you laugh, covering your mouth with your hand “i only go out to read, sometimes i need to clear my head and be somewhere new, you know?” He nods, he understands perfectly, that’s what he said to his uncle just yesterday.

“Yes, but now I'll be doing my job and watching you” ‘like i used to’ he thinks to himself.

“Alright, i don’t mind you doing your job” You roll your eyes and turn around “I have to keep getting ready, can you wait outside?”

“Yes, of course” he leans his head to the front and you giggle at his movements “I’ll leave you to it”you giggle at his movements “I’ll leave you to it”

“I’ll take a lot of time, you can just go get some food and I’ll find you in the kitchen”

“If you need something i’ll be there, i have to take you to the Craven kingdom in an hour”

“Perfect, i’ll find you there” he leaves your room after listening to your words, you look at him with a soft smile before he closes the door and you run to the bathroom to clear your head.

You quickly realize you miss his touch on your body, the pool on your panties confirms it. You lift your dress and sit on the edge of the bathroom, reaching for your pussy and rubbing your clit over your clothes with your fingers, closing your eyes, and trying to focus on him. His masculine scent comes back to you, remembering his fingers touching you and the way he looked so good in that armor, you made sure to remember he had been working out to get the job. Your imagination takes you far beyond, it was almost as you were listening to his moans, but no, it can be, he is in the kitchen at this moment. Maybe he is eating a tiny cookie with his big hands, crust getting all over his mouth, maybe he is eating a cupcake while he gets frosting over his fingers and he sucks them clean, eating the bottom part while licking at his sugary lips.

But you were wrong, he wasn’t in the kitchen, he came back a couple of seconds after you went into the bathroom. He wanted to ask you something before you had to be in a public space, surrounded by people he didn’t like. But you weren’t there, he got worried for a second until his ears started ringing, recognizing your voice through the bathroom door and your shaky moans. His cock got hard just hearing you breathe in and out with a fast rhythm, he quickly got his hand under his pants and started to rub his dick, moaning at your pretty noises not noticing you could hear him, he managed to run to a bathroom close to your room to release his cum and wash his hands after. You did the same in your bathroom, quickly cleaning your cum so it doesn’t drip onto your clothes.

If that’s how both of you get after seeing each other for less than an hour, it would be worse when you have to be together day and night.

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[lillian-gallows]

Animals (Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader) NSFW

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader Prompt: Animals by Nickelback. Summary: Eddie and Reader sneak out for some ‘alone time’. Author: http://lillian-gallows.tumblr.com/ Reader Gender: Female anatomy and pronouns used. POV: 3rd Person. Word Count: 2,833. Warnings: P in V sex, Oral (M and F receiving), Unsafe acts (Roadhead/Male receiving Oral while driving, Do Not Attempt!), Dirty Talk, Little bit of Dom!Eddie, Safe Sex (Wrap it before you tap it!), Little bit of begging from Reader, They get caught at the end but the story cuts off before anyone is seen. Author note: Cross posted on Ao3. Gif by Drogonstone.

MINORS DNI!

Eddie’s hands tapped to the rhythm of the song playing from his stereo, excitement and more than a little lust pumping through his veins as he turned on to the all too familiar street his girl lives on.

This time of night the streetlight had long since turned on, bathing the streets in their sparce golden glow. As he got closer he leaned over and opened the passenger door, slowing to a creep as her house came into view.

He saw her slip from the window of her second story bedroom like a cat, landing silently on her feet and running across the lawn, jumping into the passenger seat as he sped up.

She let out a sigh as she watched behind them, making sure neither of her parents noticed her grand escape, and when she was sure the coast was clear she turned to him with heat filled eyes and a salacious smirk. “Hey, handsome.” She purred, leaning towards him to press a kiss to his cheek, then his jaw, then his neck, careful not to pull his attention from the road too much…Yet.

“Hey, beautiful.” He answered as he moved one warm calloused hand from the wheel down to rest on her bare thigh, just below the hem of her skirt, and gave the soft flesh there a squeeze. “Lake or Rock?” He asked lowly.

“Lake, it rained this morning, so it’ll be nice and misty.” She answered, lips still pressed to his neck.

He started on the path to their spot by Lovers Lake, a nice little nook hidden by trees and bushed not far from the waterline.

She stayed plastered to his side, lips pressed to his flushed skin leaving red marks that would turn purple before the night was done, and one hand trailing up and down his thigh.

“Christ, sweetheart, I didn’t realize how desperate you were…” He breathed, shifting in his seat and mentally begging her hand to move higher to the half-hard bulge in his pants.

“My parents haven’t given me any breathing room in a week, Eddie. Desperate doesn’t even begin to cover it…” She practically growled as her hand finally came up to palm him through his jeans.

He let out a choked groan at the feeling, they weren’t even halfway there, and he was already as desperate as she was. “Fuck, princess…Good thing we have all night then.” He chuckled breathlessly, rolling his hips fruitlessly into her hand.

“Hands on the wheel…” She ordered as she leaned down and started undoing his belt and jeans.

He jumped and gripped the wheel with both hands. “Baby, are you trying to make this harder than it already is?” He asked, though he wasn’t exactly opposed.

“No, just you.” She smirked up at him, meeting his dark gaze before pulling his cock out of his boxers.

He breathed a disbelieving chuckle and shook his head. “God, I love you, baby…” He all but moaned as she started pressing wet kisses to the head of his cock before trailing them down his shaft, taking her time to tease him into a tizzy before taking him into her mouth, earning a shivery groan.

She felt him shifting slightly as he tried to keep from bucking his hips up, the leather wrapping on the steering wheel creaked in his grip as he tried to keep his hands to himself.

She stuck to shallow up and down movements for a minute, lulling him into a false sense of security, before swirling her tongue around the head, lapping up the bead of precum that was trying to collect and giving a good suck before dipping down further than before, taking damn near the whole thing in before coming back up.

“Fuck!” He moaned, one hand shooting down to grip her hair as if to either pull her away or push her down, but all he did was hold her hair. “That’s cheating…” He growled through gritted teeth.

“You love it.” She asserted with a smirk as she sat up a little, hand working his spit slick length.

“I hate when you’re right.” He growled as he pulled her up by the back of her neck to kiss her messily, but it was short since the last thing they wanted was to actually crash before they got to the main event.

She continued to languidly work him the rest of the drive, the slow torture driving him crazy. It took all too long and if he was speeding then that was his business, thank you very much. She let go and tucked him back into his boxers so he could focus on parking before she climbed into the back to arrange the collection of blankets and pillows that they kept back there for this very reason.

Once the van was in park, he turned the heat on and put in a rock ballad mixtape on low volume before following behind her over the seats.

She was already topless and shoeless by the time he joined her, but kept her bra, skirt, and panties on. “Hey there, pretty girl…” He purred.

“Hey yourself.” She returned as she pulled him into a deep kiss, more teeth and tongue than lips, moaning as his hands met her bare sides and slid up to cup her tits, thumbs running over her nipples and sending goosebumps across her skin.

“A week is way too long a wait…” He breathed against her lips as he guided her to lay back. “A view like this is too beautiful to miss out on.” His dark eyes trailed over her form as she looked back at him.

“Then don’t make me wait any longer.” She countered as she reached out for him.

He grinned wolfishly as he threw his jacket off and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing both into the clothing pile behind them. “Yes, ma’am…” He said as he leaned down to pepper kisses along her neck, careful not to leave any where her parents would see them, but below the neckline? That was free game, so mark her up he did.

He relished in her sounds, little whimpers and breathy moans bouncing off the van’s interior, and grinned as he ground his hips into hers, his still open jeans and boxers and her panties the only barriers keeping them apart, but the friction she got from it still gave him what he was after as her moans raised in pitch and volume.

Her hands drifted up into his hair to pull his head back, baring his neck to her once more, and she latched on like a vampire, teeth and lips damn near massacring his skin with red marks that would get him side-eyed by teachers at school tomorrow.

On a particularly hard bite he groaned and ground harder against her, pulling a sharp yelp from her before she buried her face into the crook of his neck, harsh pulses of pleasure shooting up and down her spine.

“I could listen to those sounds for hours.” He rasped, pulling the straps of her bra down so he could free her breasts from it easier, taking one pebbled bud into his mouth and giving it a suck, earning him another sweet little whimper and a hand tugging at his hair.

“Eds, please…” She begged softly, rolling her hips up into his.

“Please what?” He asked coyly, knowing exactly what she wanted but wanting to hear her say it.

“Touch me…” She pleaded; pupils blown so wide her eyes were practically black.

“I am touching you, princess.” He teased, giving her breast a squeeze as if to emphasize his point. She groaned in frustration. “You know you gotta use your words to get what you want.” He said, shockingly even and clear for how riled up he was.

“Fuck me!” She begged, sounding near tears. “Fingers, cock, I don’t care which! Please!” Her face down to her neck and up to her ears was beet red, for all her bold behavior before she always was so bad at saying the words.

“Good girl, now was that so hard?” He teased almost meanly before lifting himself off her and shifting down her body. “Since you asked so nicely, even said please, I’ll give you more than my fingers.” He promised as he slowly pulled her panties down her legs, eyes rolling in bliss as he saw how wet she was, a clear dark spot on her panties and a dripping pussy underneath as he tossed the fabric behind himself. “Such a pretty little pussy…” He purred as he ran his thumb from the bottom of her opening up to her clit, making a single tight circle on the bundle of nerves, her hips bucked at the sudden stimulation but a firm hand on her hip kept them in place while he moved down to be face level with her heat.

He pressed messy kisses to her thighs, teeth leaving little marks as he trailed his way closer and closer to where she wanted him, but just like how she’d teased him before, he wanted to stir her into a tizzy of her own. So, he continued to make tight little circled on her clit as he ran his tongue over her weeping cunt.

Her hand slapped over her mouth to contain the almost feral sound that tried to echo its way out of her, the other hand coming down to bury itself in his wild mess of curls. He chuckled darkly against her as he started to tongue fuck her, not quite what she asked for, but she did say she didn’t care, and with the whimpers and moans she was making it was doing the job just fine.

But Eddie Munson isn’t a Just Fine kind of guy.

So, he took the risk of her thighs closing on his head, oh what a terrible concept, and brought his other hand down to reach what his tongue could not, namely that oh so wonderful little spot one inch inside and up.

And close her thighs did, but that wasn’t all that beautiful body did, her back arched sinfully and she had to damn near bite her hand to keep from making any more noise, lest those that live on the lake hear her. “Fuck! Eddie!” It was muffled and drawn out, tapering off into a moan that morphed into a whimper that ramped back up into a groan, the sound never actually stopped in all honesty.

He hummed against her, smirking like the devil and making the dirtiest slurping sounds he could manage, just because he knew how much she loved it, even if she’d never admit it, light of day or not.

Before long, her thighs started to shake and her cunt started to clench, practically sucking his fingers in deeper. “Come on, princess…You’re so close…Cum for me.” He ordered, his movements never letting up.

And, as if waiting for the order, that tight ball of delicious tension in her belly snapped, sending her pussy convulsing and her whole body going ridged. He kissed her clit lightly, slow fingers working her through her high without overstimulating. “That’s it. That’s my good girl…” He whispered against the skin of her thigh.

“Fuck…” She whimpered shakily, chest heaving.

He grinned and pressed kisses to her thighs before kissing his way up her body, tongue tracing a short line between her breasts, before she pulled him the rest of the way to lock lips, moaning happily when she tasted herself on his lips.

They continued to make out while she returned to earth, getting feeling back in her legs, and when she started rolling her hips up to meet his once more he knew she was ready for more.

“Where’s the bag?” He asked against her lips, looking around for their cache of sex stuff.

“Under the passenger seat.” She answered, reaching up to grab it from where it was poking out and passing it to him.

He took it and pulled a condom from it before tossing it off to the side. He stood up on his knees to pull his jeans and boxers down to his thighs, freeing his aching cock, the tip red and glistening with precum, and ripped the foil packet open with his teeth.

He was about to roll it on when she reached up and took it from him. “Let me…” She purred, looking up at him through her lashes, eyes big and full of so much heat it sent his skin boiling.

“Be my guest, sweetheart.” He answered as he watched her roll the condom on, sighing shakily at the little bit of stimulation. “So helpful.” He teased, earning a soft scoff that turned into a quiet laugh.

“Shut up and fuck me.” She demanded, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down on top of her, pressing his chest to hers, it was almost perfect. Almost. He reached around her to unclasp her bra and toss it away, making a face like it offended him, making her laugh again. Now it was perfect.

She wrapped her legs around his hips while he lined up with her still dripping pussy. He met her gaze expectantly and waited for her nod before pushing in, a quiet gasp leaving her at the feeling of finally being full of him, and a slow breath from him at how hot she was wrapped around him.

He held still for his own sake, not wanting this to end too soon, she took it as a compliment and let him take his time. “Like fucking heaven.” He said breathlessly.

Once he wasn’t seconds from blowing his load, he pulled out only to push back in hard, hands gripping her hips so tight it might leave finger shaped bruises, not that she would complain if they did, setting a steady rhythm that pulled high gasps from her kiss swollen lips.

The slap of skin and their breathless voices filled the space as he leaned down to run the tip of his tongue around one of her nipples before giving it a slow suck, making her arch her back and cry out, one hand tangling in his hair while the other left red lines with her nails on his shoulder.

He growled at the pleasure/pain combo and hiked her legs up on his shoulders, folding her in half and hitting whole new depths and dragging over that spot with every pass, her pussy clenched hard at the sudden change, and she gripped the blankets under her head to keep from shifting around with his hard thrusts.

“Eddie! Fuck, don’t stop!” She begged and he felt her walls quivering around him, signaling that her second orgasm was inbound.

“Christ…” He gasped. “So hot and wet, just for me…” He met her gaze, eyes half lidded while hers were barely able to stay open for more than a few seconds at a time. “Such a good girl with such a perfect fucking pussy…” He was babbling, mad with pleasure.

“Eds…” She whimpered. “Close…” She warned airily, but he already knew, shaking walls getting tighter around him.

“Come on, baby…I can feel it…Gripping me so tight-fuck…” His eyes couldn’t stay open as he reached down to make more tight circles, determined to make her cum again before he did.

“Eddie!” She cried out as she shook apart underneath him, legs shaking, knuckles white from their tight grip on the blankets, eyes screwed shut and mouth open to take in half formed gasping breaths.

He followed right behind her, gripping her thighs tight, cock pulsing as he filled the condom, she could feel how hot it was and it drew out her own release, making her keep clenching, milking every drop from him.

Her thighs slipped down from his shoulders, and they stayed like that for a long moment, sharing air as they got their breaths back, foreheads pressed together, nuzzling against each other intimately. But eventually he pulled out, removing the condom and putting it in a plastic bag he used for trash to be disposed of properly later, and flopped down next to her, pulling her to rest on his chest with his arms wrapped around her.

She nuzzled into his chest and hummed contently, pressing a kiss to his peck as she rode the post-orgasmic high. “I love you, Eds…” She breathed, looking up at him with warmth.

He grinned at her. “I love you too, princess…” He said before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Just as they were settling down to relax before round two there was the distinct echo of a twig snapping underfoot.

“What was that?” She breathed, lifting her head with wide eyes.

“Probably just a raccoon or dog or something, tons of stays out here.” He assured, gently coaxing her head back to rest on him.

Then it happened again, and there was the flash of light.

Their gazes met then. “Fuck.” They said in unison.

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I think I might be in love - Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

★Best friends to lovers★ - FINAL PART OF THE FIC

Warning- 18+ SMUTcreampies, forest sex, cunnilingus, face riding. Fingering, bed humping, dirty talk. Nearly caught!having sex! FLUFF, kissing, saying I love you. Sleeping together. (Much more!)

Word count: 3.1k words

@mcbeanzontoast thank you for being so adorable with your pocket of pinecones to help me make the reader so damn cute in this! Eddie would have loved it. Also to my partner, this is inspired by the first time he told me he loved me <3

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It was a Sunday, you were sat in Eddie’s car. Your feet hitting the back of the seat, much to his annoyance.

“Do you have to do that?” He hissed st you, his hands were firmly pressed onto the steering wheel.

You giggled, loving to annoy him. He scowled at you but continued to focus on the road ahead. Leaning forward you began to mess with the radio stations, unable to decide what to listen to. After a few seconds of flicking through, Eddie swiped your hand off the controls and put his favourite station on.

“I know you do it on purpose” his eyebrows were raised as he watched you shrug.

It had always been this way, you knew no matter how much you teased him. Eddie would still fuck you, your relationship was playful and hot at the same time. You had never put a label on your relationship, it was always left open and you always wondered if he felt something for you.

The way he looked at you, your friends had told you that it wasn’t how friends looked at each other. The way he didn’t want anyone to touch you or look at you except him. It confused you but you were too scared to discuss it incase he didn’t have feelings for you.

But the way his hand laced into yours felt natural.

He stopped outside of Hawkins, at a diner that was new to both of you. A ritual of yours was the travel outside of Hawkins and go to any diner you see, he loved spending time outside of town with you. A chance to get away from the disconcerting looks that you would get through town.

You didn’t care about the looks, as long as you were with Eddie it didn’t matter.

Eddie ordered for the both of you, already knowing what you would want. Every diner was the same so he could judge the menu better, his feet played with yours under the table as you waited. His eyes shifted between you and the counter beside you, fixating on the waitress who was now wondering over with a tray. Eddie thanked her with a smile.

Two hot coffees were placed down in front of you, hitting your face after the cool air outside. Your face was plastered with a smile as you took hold on the cup, blowing on it slightly before dropping it back down. A soft yelp escaped your mouth as the temperature changed from cold to scolding hot against your fingers.

Eddie’s body language changed at the sight of you being in slight pain, he rushed off towards the counter and loudly demanded for a cool paper towel. Turning back constantly to check on you, sheepishly you smiled at him when he returned.

Calmly placing the towel around your hands in a soothing voice, his eyes were filled with worry as he perched on the edge of booth next to you.

“I’m fine Ed’s, I promise” you chuckled lightheartedly as he continued to rub your fingers with his underneath the towel.

He wasn’t convinced, letting go of you for a second to move his cup closer to him. Deciding to sit next to you rather than in front of you, not wanting you to hurt yourself again.

“Well I could see you doing it again and hurting you even more” he tutted teasingly, taking a sip of his coffee.

You melted as he looked at you from the corner of his eye, smiling into his cup before you were both interrupted by the waitress again. Your plates were slid underneath you, Eddie’s cup was still in mouth as he waited for her to leave. Mumbling his thanks into the cup before sighing heavily and placing his cup down, you laughed at how dramatic he was.

Rolling his eyes at you before tucking into his food, he had ordered some bacon and eggs. Nosily chomping down on every bit of food, it was the only time you felt uncomfortable was when Eddie was hungry. He didn’t care how noisy he was, extending his elbows out against the table looking as if he could climb onto the plate with the food.

After eating, Eddie’s hand found it’s way to yours and led you out into the bright daylight. His van was hot from the sun, practically cooking you alive as he drove away from the diner.

“Let’s go for a walk, there are forests nearby right?'' his head was angled towards the left of you, peering through the glass to look at the wooden area ahead.

''I believe so'' you giggled, tapping against the window in the same direction he was looking.

The path was bumpy as he steered off the smooth tarmacked road, making you jump in your seat at every uneven bit of land until he reached a rugged car park at the end of the road. A few cars were parked alongside each other in unmarked spaces, Eddie found the furthest one away from everyone else and reached around your feet to find his metal rolling tin.

You opened the side door once he had switched the engine off and began exploring outside, the grass got longer the further you waded out. Near your feet, there were scatterings of pine cones. Curiously you picked a load of them up, the sound of the hitting together echoed in your ears as Eddie’s footsteps trampled across ther soggy grass.

“What you got there?” He bent down to get one of the pine cones that you hadn’t seen.

Admiring it in the sunlight, he looked at you softly before placing it into his pocket and extending out his hand. You looked up at him and nodded, showing you a few of them in your hand to him before hiding them again. His hand in yours as you began to walk down the road, trees swayed in the breeze either side of you.

It seemed like you were only two people in the world who were walking down this route, the sounds of birds communicating together and the whistle of the wind hitting your neck made you relax.

You walked until you felt your legs were going to drop off, reaching an opening between a few trees. There were a few empty wooden picnic benches, Eddie pulled you towards the left deeper into the forest. Until he felt comfortable that you were both away from any passer goer, the trees and wind were hiding you from view as he lit his blunt.

The smell wafted into the wind as you passed it between you both, it began to make you even more relaxed with a dazed smile on your face as you stared up at him.

His hands cupping either side of your cheeks, pulling you closer between the trees and kissing you. His lips were dry and rough as his tongue slid into your mouth, pushing you harder against the tree behind you. His cock was throbbing with every movement of your mouths, grinding himself against your thigh.

Moaning quietly, his lips grew wetter and wetter as his fingers traced your collarbones. Feeling you shiver underneath him, he smirked and moved slowly down your body. Kissing where his fingers had just been, a gust of wind cooled your body causing your nipples to hardened.

His fingers circled your hip bones, goosebumps began popping up on your skin as he moved further down your body until his hands were firmly on either side of your thighs. Spreading them out until your muscles ached, his moans were louder now.

Dropping to his knees, your skirt was hoisted up towards your hip bones exposing your underwear to him. He kissed your inner thighs before tugging at your underwear, humming at the sight of your pussy.

“Such a pretty pussy baby” still humming as his face edged closer to your throbbing clit.

His tongue hit your clit, sending ripples across your body. Instantly making you cry out with sensitivity, creating circulation motions until your hands were tugging roughly at his hair. Grinding your hips against his tongue, needing more and more of him.

Your lips were wet and coated in salvia from your uncontrollable moans, his fingers moved down your thigh and played with your entrance. Making you whine as his finger edged deeper inside you, you were soaking as you took more than one finger.

As he curled his fingers against your soft walls, making you shake just as a murmur of voices were carried in the wind. Their footsteps quickened as your moans grew louder and louder with every movement, neither you or Eddie noticed that they had gotten significantly closer to you within the last couple of seconds.

The sound of their dog barking startled you, just as you felt yourself cum over his fingers. Raising his hand up to your mouth and muffling your moans as their dog sniffed Eddie’s shoes that were now coated in your cum. The couple tugged on their dogs lead, pulling them over to the left away from where you and Eddie stood. Your breath was quiet and still as you waited patiently for them to disappear, their footsteps receeded allowing you both exhale loudly into the air.

‘’Fuck, that was so close and so hot. Come on’’ his finger bobbing in and out of his mouth as he smirked at you.

You were catching your breath from cumming hard and almost being caught, quickly yanking your soaking wet underwear up over yourself. You took Eddie’s salvia cleaned hand in yours and ran down the slight hill between the trees until you reached the main path. Laughing together as the wind entered your lungs, the path was quieter now with your footsteps being some of the fews sounds to hear.

The car park was still as full as when you arrived, a few cars now sat in the sun but Eddie’s car was fortunately sheltered by a lone tree. It was refreshing as you let the cool breeze catch up to you as Eddie hid his metall drug box back under your chair, leaning over with difficulty to spank your ass lightly. Chuckling as you squealed quietly, turning around to glare at him with a little smirk before jumping up into the seat.

The incessant kicking occurred again as he drove out of the car park, his music played quietly in the background. Noticing his eyes turn to you with a glare, giggling you noticed that he was annoyed by your feet again. Shrugging you steadied your feet and diverted your attention to the window, the rattling of your pinecones in your pocket made you gasp as you remembered you had them. They felt rough as your soft fingers stroked them, smelling of the fresh air and the visions of cumming on Eddie’s fingers entered your mind.

Blushing in the passenger seat of his car as the sun rode against the front window as he sped past the ‘Welcome to Hawkins’ sign, his hand had slipped down onto your thigh as he began to slow down.

“So what shall we do now?” Curiosity entered his voice as his eyes flickered between you and the road.

Smiling until your cheeks hurt, your hand sat on top of his as you watched the shops fly past in the window. He shrugged and made his way back to the caravan, assuming that you had no immediate plans.

Once sat perched at the edge of his bed, the wind rattled against the corrugated walls with his back slumped over another blunt. Singing under his breath to the words of the song playing out of his stereo speakers, you relaxed and let your bounce onto the springy mattress.

Eddie smoked a lot, rolling one after another. You didn’t mind, he shared with you but sometimes you would wonder if he always had to smoke.

As he moved suddenly, jumping onto the bed next to you with that beautiful grin of his. The sparkle in his eyes as he looked at you, stroking pieces of hair out of your face before kissing your cheek.

You were in love with him.

It was simple and complicated as that, he was your best friend and you couldn’t see yourself loving anyone else.

As the smoke gathered in a cloud around the room, you felt yourself getting higher and higher by the second. A giddy smile was plastered on your face as Eddie danced to his music, doing his famous air guitar movement. Laughing with him, you were happy as your eyes glazed over from the smoke and the high.

“I love you” slapping your hand over your mouth instantly as it left your lips.

Your eyes widened, Eddie had paused. Registering what you had to say, you had said I love you before but it was always “I love ya” and as he looked at you. He realised that this as no joke, that this was the real thing.

“You don’t have to say it back if you don’t feel it” your voice was shaking from the nerves, the realization had hit you. Waiting anxiously for his reply seemed to take an age.

The highness in the room had caused you both to loose control of your thinking, you were at ease. Comfortable with your surroundings and in that movement, watching him play the fake guitar. You did love him.

You loved him the awkward moments, you loved him when he ate loudly and pushed you off the table with greed. You loved the way he fucked you, the way he’d always make sure you were okay. Or if you were comfortable, everything he did. He did it for you.

His footsteps were slow, you were unsure if it was because you were both but it took him a while to stand in front of you.

Gazing at your faded features between the smoke, his mouth twisted into a smile and he pulled your face closer to his. Kissing you hard, his rough chapped lips met yours as he gripped tightly onto your face.

Kissing you until you both were gasping for air, giddy and lovesick. Pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes squished shut as he exhaled heavily.

“Baby, you know I love you too” he sighed, biting his lip. Sensing that he was nervous, you lifted your hands up to his face and stroked his cheeks with yours thumb.

Shushing him softly, he leant forward and kissed you again. Smiling against your lips, feeling that giddy feeling. He tucked his hands under your body and picked you up, collapsing on top of you on the bed.

His hands were ripping against your clothes, needing to be off as he kissed down your body. He was humping the mattress eagerly as he cooed at the sight of your pussy, pulling your underwear off until it fell to your ankles.

Your legs were firmly resting onto his shoulders, your hands in his hair as his tongue once again stroked your clit. It was easier this time, his lips were able to purse with your clit between his lips and suck delicately.

Choking as he tugged harder and harder, electrifying you as each strand of hair slipped through your fingers from your brisk lack of control.

Hips grinding, forceful wails echoed throughout the room. It was animalistic, he was hungry for you as he moved further down your folds.

Tasting every aspect of you, before sliding his tongue inside you. Flicking in and out of you, as your body rose and fell between your wails, they were louder now unable to hold them in. He was pushing your body to the brink as his finger played with your clit, shaking implusively as you felt the bubble burst.

Creaming roughly, submerging Eddie’s hands and face with your cum until you were panting heavily to catch your breath.

“Oh my god Eddie” you whined as he continued to suck through your orgasm until you were practically begging him.

He grinned, looking up at you before diving into your face. Tasting yourself on his lips, as your body pulsated with delight. His cock was throbbing underneath his tight black jeans, you palmed it making him cry out as you undid his belt. It jingled, he sighed at the relief his cock wiggling under his boxers as he hovered over you.

Within seconds his boxers were on the floor as he was playing with your folds, making eye contact as he slid inside you with a whimper. Your pussy was drenched from your orgasm, your nails digging into his skin as he began to thrust inside you.

“Your thighs are shaking so much.”he whined, his lip was subtly bleeding as he picked up his pace.

Admiring your body on the edge of the bed, looking at you like you were a piece of art in a museum. His hands stroking your soft skin between his fingers, leaning forward to kiss you roughly.

“Hmm my pretty girl, aren’t you” He cooed, your head fell into your chest as you blushed. His fingers under your chin lifting your face back up to look at him, repeating his question again until you nodded.

Satisfied, he thrusted hard and slow against your walls making you shudder from overstimulation. His eyes burning into you, his hands lifting you up over his shoulders for a better angle.

Your moans filled the caravan, smoke clouds had lifted out the window as the smell of sex and weed was the only thing left as Eddie stroked closer and closer to his orgasm.

His eyes closed suddenly, with a heavy shudder and a moan. He jerked forward over your body and came rapidly inside you, hot cum spurting out into your pussy.

Sweat glistened off both your bodies as he rolled off you, beaming from ear to ear wiping his hair out his face to get a better glance at you. Curled up sleepily into his arms, smelling his scent between sweat and weed.

“Did I take care of you baby?” He whispered into your ear, bending to nibble on your skin.

“You always do, which makes me love you even more” you grin up at him, feeling cosy in his arms.

As his music filled the room, tucked under his covers tangled together. Sleep finally found you, the noises of Wayne bustling around after work didn’t wake either of you. His head popping round the corner with a smile before leaving you both be, he didn’t care. Trusting you with our nephew's son's heart more than anyone, he knew you’d both be safe.

Both of you slept deeply, dreaming of each other. For the first night in a long time, Eddie smiled and without waking up once.

He too was in love with you.

[somethingvicked]

Beauty and the Beast is my favorite fairy tale! 

666 - Number of the Beast 😊

Oh, please, an Eddie Munson with a bookworm reader with glasses?

this turned into a psuedo beauty and the beast enemies to lovers vibe lmao.

[bexreadstoomuch]

Magic Man - Chapter 16

NSFW — slow burn, fluff, flirting, reader has weight/image issues light angst, 18+ overall for eventual smut, drug/alcohol abuse mention/use/language, EddiemunsonxFemReaderHenderson

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Part 16/? [wc 4k] a/n - some questions are answered - t.w drug and alcohol abuse

I know Dial tone is a new song but i felt it worked so well with the story so please imagine Eddie wrote it. please please like, share and comment, your comments make me so happy and encourage me to write more! thank you <3

songs included in this chapter Cinderella - Dont Know What You Got Van Halen - Hot For Teacher Catch Your Breath - Dial Tone

A few days and a few shows have passed since you and Eddie had agreed on your song for the duet. But not everyone was happy. Mainly kelly.

Everyone was on board with the idea of both bands performing together to celebrate Paradox joining the label. But she seemed to want to put a downer on everything. Not turning up on time for rehearsals, making comments about the song choice, just overall annoyance.

After some rehearsals you would see Eddie in heated conversations with her on the back steps of whichever venue you were performing in that night. Smoke billowing around him as he frantically waved his arms around trying to make his point, but then throwing the cigarette down with force, and storming away.

Since then, Eddie had taken to travelling with you on Bertha rather than his own bus, claiming it was more rehearsal time for them, but you could tell he was keeping his distance from Kelly. Keeping up the pretence that nothing was happening between you both, he would sleep on the bunk above you, which used to be Lulas, but she was spending most of her time now cozying up next to Gareth in his bunk on the bigger bus.

It was approaching the end of January, and another new state. Pennsylvania.

Empire Rock Club, in Philadelphia was your location for tonight's show, and Eddie was giving you a run down of the place as you disembarked the buses and made your way to the venue's front doors. “Apparently this place is closing soon, no longer going to be a music venue, gonna have to give them a show eh? Sweetheart?” Eddie was way ahead of you, hair bouncing with every excitable step he took.

You were a few steps behind him, looking around yourself rooted to the spot. Everything suddenly hit you. You were here for two nights. Play a show tonight then two days later you will be your duet, in New York.

Thoughts wouldn't leave your head, You couldn't do this.Your gonna forget the lyrics, the notes, everyone is going to laugh at you for trying to be alongside the great Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin.

“Y/N is everything ok?” Eddie's voice was quiet, sounding distant. You came back to reality at the feeling of his hands on your face, thumb stroking your cheek.

“Oh yeah, hi, yeah i'm ok, just tired” you said inconceivably. 

Leaning closer to you Eddie whispers so only you can hear “Are you sure sweetheart?” 

“Yeah I'm sure, come on what else are you gonna tell me about this place?” You tried your best to sound ok, but you could tell he wasn’t having any of it. But instead of pushing you he carried on.

“Ok pop quiz, let’s see if you remember this, which band hailed from Philadelphia, and even performed here many times?” Eddie asked, putting on his best game show host voice!

“Oh I know!” Jeff shouts over 

“Shut up Jeff! This isn’t for you!” Eddie doesn’t stop looking at you but his arm flies up to shush Jeff.

“Oh erm, oh my god I can’t remember” you pause dramatically bringing your hand to your chin rubbing pulling your face as though you were concentrating hard.

“Does she need a clue? A glass slipper perhaps?” Eddie was bouncing on the spot.

“I know who it is, Ed's…. Cinderella!” You answer him by pushing your hand against his shoulder walking past him towards the entrance.

“Oh come on sweetheart! You only got that because of the clue!” He shouts from behind you, doing a little jog to catch up with you, get ahead of you and open the door for you in a most dramatic fashion.

“Come on boys! Don't know what you got, till it's gone!” Eddie shouted over his shoulder at Gareth and Jeff who started singing with him.

“Don't know what it is I did so wrong, Now I know what I got, Just this song, And it ain't easy to get back, Takes so long”

Turning around to see what's going on, you see Lula with tears of laughter rolling down her face at Gareth who is now on the floor on his knees in front of her dramatically singing along, arms outstretched.

“Gare, stop it, get up you fool!” Lula laughs at him, swatting at his shoulders as he shimmy’s closer still on his knees.

Rolling your eyes at your friends' antics you carry on up to the venue, and catch a glimpse of Kelly in your peripheral vision, getting off the larger bus lighting a cigarette as she goes. You watch as she keeps her head down making her way to where you were standing by the entrance doors, when Jack suddenly appears next to her trying to get her attention but Kelly dismisses her by throwing her arm in the arm jerking it away from your friend.

Making your way back down away from the entrance past Eddie and the boys still serenading Lula, you cross the sidewalk towards Jack, who is now leaning against the wall, hand rubbing the back of her neck.

“Hey, what was that all about J?” you ask concerned as you've never seen Jack look as distressed and distant as she did now.

“Oh, hey, no it was, er, nothing, truely, hey come on we best get inside and get sorted for tonight” Jack answered you, quickly pushing off the wall, walking past you.

“Hey doll, everything ok?” the feeling of his hand on your shoulder made you jump.

“I just dont know whats going on Eds” you explain turning to face him.

“I've never seen Jack like that before, she seems really jumpy”

Eddie looked down at you with a furrowed brow. “Hmm, I dont know y/n/n, maybe leave her for a bit and ask her later?” Looking around he added “No-ones outside anymore, no one can see us” before you could respond he dipped his head to yours, hands capturing your face, kissing you.

The sudden feeling makes you seize up, remember you were outside in public. Anyone could see you.

Pulling back he looked down at you, resting his forehead against yours. You melted under his gaze, full brown eyes staring deep into your, as though he was trying to communicate something deep within to you.

“Come on doll, let's get inside” His voice was soft and low, pulling you along with him across the sidewalk, up the steps and into the venue.

The show that night went without a hitch. No missed notes, no failing equipment. Looking to the side of the stage, you could see the boys looking on. Gareth turns into Lula’s personal cheerleader as you finish your set with one of your favourite songs to cover. Van Halen's Hot For Teacher.

Throwing her sticks into the end as you finish you can't help but smile. The song brought you so much joy to play, and Jack got to show off her amazing guitar skills. Even though she loved Joan Jett, she wouldn't admit it to anyone else but you and Lula knew she admired Eddie Van Halen, and his skill. Not wanting anyone to know she favoured a male guitarist as thought to diminish her feminist ideals. 

Looking across to the boys in the wing, you spotted your own Eddie Van Halen. Making a mental note to tell him that later. 

Blushing at the thought you went back to the mic and introduced the boys to the awaiting crowd. 

As they walked on the cheer was thundering. Girls rushing to the front of the stage to get closer and maybe a touch of their favourite rock star.

Meeting you halfway across the stage, Eddie quickly took hold of your wrist giving it a tight squeeze, flashing you a wink. In complete contrast, Lula dove into Gareth's arms, nearly knocking over the whole drum kit.

Watching Eddie perform has become one of your favourite things to do. The way he commanded the stage. He was born to be a performer. Even in school you could tell he would be destined for big things.

Later that evening you were all huddled into a booth at one end of a local diner, laughing, joking, sharing in the delight of the show that evening. You’d steal glances every now and again towards Eddie who was sitting opposite you, trying not to blush too hard to make it obvious.

Out of the corner of your eye outside the window you saw a frustrated looking Jack, arms animated, talking with someone you couldn't see. Jack was always the level headed one in the group. Yes she was fiercely loyal, but you'd never seen her so distraught before. 

Feeling a nudge on your lower leg under the table, you snapped your head around from the window to see Eddie's brow furrowed looking at you in a silent question of “what's the matter?”

Shaking your head quickly you came back to the conversion at the other end of the table headed by Lula and Gareth, discussing the plans for the last group rehearsal before the duet. Lula sitting on Gareth's knees, her arms draped around his neck. You loved seeing your friend so happy. 

THE NEXT DAY

One more night here, then it was onto New York. One more full day of rehearsals before you would be performing with Eddie. 

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You barely slept, tossing and turning on your bunk, all scenarios running through your head. You’d lose your voice. You'd lose your nerve. The crowd would hate you. Eddie could change his mind?

Your mood did not improve, when walking onto the venue for practice, you saw everyone congregating together chatting animatedly. Wyatts white stetson standing out amongst a sea of black, leather and plaid.

“Ah y/n! Come on over and see! The announcement has been printed in the papers and we have a copy!” Wyatt sounded overjoyed but you dreaded looking at the pictures.

Making your way over, leaning your bass case against one of the amps, you slowly saw the papers come into view.

Eddie beckons you over to his side, a huge grin on his face. “Check these out! Big article about the tour and us extending it. Plus some great photos of us all” Eddies excitement was adamant. Leaning in close to you so only you could hear, he turned the page of the paper, to see a larger photo of the pair of you. “This is my favourite” His arm creeping around your back, placing his hand on the small of your back, tracing little patterns with his fingers on the cotton of your oversize tee.

Looking down at the picture you could see you and Eddie. Both with huge smiles on your faces. His arm flung around your shoulders, and your hand rested on his chest.

You surprise yourself and actually love the photo. You've never liked photos of yourself before. Here you look happy and carefree. Your mood dramatically improved, you felt you could take on the world. Nothing was going to get you down. 

Or so you thought.

Later that day, you all wanted to get a full run through of the duet rehearsed in preparation for the New York show the next day.

Everything was going to plan. You didn't mess up on the piano, Eddie’s  choreographed moves went smoothly, his solo was perfect, Gareth and Lula worked so well together on their timing. 

Everything was perfect. But you could sense something was off.

Turning on the piano stool you see Jack packing away her guitar, having a hushed heated conversion with Kelly. You couldn't make out what was being said but you could tell by the look on Jack's face she was getting more and more frustrated.

“You know what Kelly? FUCK YOU! KEEP YOUR FUCKING OPINIONS ON OTHER PEOPLE TO YOUR SELF!” Jack's voice started quiet then fully erupted, echoing around the stage.

Everything went quiet. Everyone suddenly stopped what they were doing to look over at your friend.

“Jack, come on, you agreed with me the other night, you can't deny that!” Kelly's voice was pleading.

“Yes, NO! NO! I did not agree to this! Not this!” pointing over to you, you suddenly felt your face heat up.

“She is my best friend! I will no longer stand around and listen to you berate her! Either tell her yourself why you're being such a bitch or I will!”

Jack's voice was breaking, you'd never seen her so hurt and betrayed. 

You rushed over to your friend, who was now physically shaking, her guitar case in hand. Tentatively moving towards her you reached your hand out for the case handle. 

“Jack, hey it's ok, come on - let me take this from you” your hand now lightly over hers.

Jack jumped at the feeling of your hand. She snapped her head to face you, taken aback by what you saw. Her eyes were huge, and full of regret.

“Im so sorry y/n/n, Im sorry but you need to know” Jacks tells you in a voice thick with sorrow.

“And you!” she was now pointing to Eddie.

Turning you see Eddie’s face full of concern. Sheepishly his hand comes to the back of his neck, rubbing his neck, his eyes darting to the ground.

What was going on?

What did you need to know?  

What was Eddie hiding? Wait! Was there something between Kelly and Eddie? 

Did he lie to me?

Letting go of her hand you slowly stumble back from Jack. Your head was rushing with question after question. Looking over towards Eddie, hoping to see him there to tell you it wasn't true, but all you could see was a shell of himself. He was silent, eyes to the ground, the only movement you could see was from the slow shallow rise and drop of his shoulders as he breathed.

You suddenly feel like there are a hundred sets of eyes on you, your breathing hitching, getting faster, immense pressure begins behind your eyes. You feel the room start to spin, your vision blurring, the sound of rushing water in your ears. Suddenly everything goes black.

“Y/n? Sweetheart? Can you hear me?” Eddie's voice sounded so far away.

Your eyes flutter slowly open, squinting at the bright lights above you as you try and take in where you were.

“Eddie? What happened?” you ask, trying to sit up.

“No sweetheart please lay back down. You errrm, you fainted” His hand gentle on your shoulder, pushing you back down on to what you can now make out as one of the leather sofas in the backstage rooms of the venue. Taking a deep breath, you let out a loud sigh. “Eddie? I can't take anymore lies, I need to know what's going on” your lower lip started to wobble, you felt the burning behind your eyes. Shutting your eyes tight trying to stop the oncoming tears you knew were going to fall.

“I think I need to explain” This was a voice you were not expecting. Kelly. “No, no! What the fuck are you doing here? Don't you think you've done enough?” you shoot up, you can't stop the words from coming. You've been holding this back for so long.

“What's going on with you two? Eddie? Kelly? Are you going to explain to me? Anymore care to tell me?” you spin between the two of them, not getting the response you wanted.

“Y/n, please sit down, let me explain. I didn't want it to get this far.” Kelly was quiet, trying to calm you, but you were having none of it. “Get this far? What's that supposed to mean?” you spin to face her, face raw with tears running down your face.

“y/n, please, please sit down here and we’ll explain everything” Eddies voice came out small, and quiet behind you. Turning you see him sitting down on the leather sofa. His hands together, twisting the rings around his fingers. A trait you have picked up from him as nerves.

You fall quiet, looking down at the man whom you have come to care so much for these past few months, broken.

“Eddie?” your voice whispers. Moving cautiously forward you try again. “Eddie?”

“Y/n, sit down, I’ll explain everything.” Kellys hand was now on your shoulder, shrugging it away from you, you make your way to the sofa, sitting down leaving a gap between yourself and Eddie. Looking over at him, wanting to hold him, but you couldn't bring yourself to. 

You didn't trust him.

You hear a chair being dragged closer, and see in your peripherals Kelly taking a seat and reaching out towards Eddie's hands.

“Ed’s? You ok?” she asks in a tone as though she was approaching a baby animal not wanting to spook them. You noted the way his hands quickly would pull away from her reach, continuing to spin his rings around his fingers.

“Ok, look, y/n I just want to say I'm so sorry, for everything” you take your eyes off Eddie to look at her, your anger rising at her audacity to say this.

“You're sorry? YOUR SORRY?! HA! I have only tried to be nice to everyone, I have done nothing to you! So why? Why are you so mean to me? Degrade me? Make fun of how I look? Always making comments about how me and Eddie would never work’? What is it? You want him for yourself? You're already with him? What is it?” Your questions just rolled after one another, you could sense Eddie flinching beside you at each question.

“Those were cheap shots and I am truly truely sorry. Please, I understand if you don't want to believe me right now, but please please let me explain my actions”  Kellys face showed no ill intentions, but you had a gut feeling of distrust.

Simply nodding your head you let her continue. “Me and Eddie, there's nothing going on, we are just friends, I promise, really good friends. He's err, not my type” Kelly laughs at that bit but when she looks at your face she stops.

“So yeah, how much do you know about what happened after you left Hawkins? Eddies told me what happened that night. He, well, he was a mess y/n”

You slowly look over at Eddie sitting next to you, his hands now covering his face, elbows resting on his knees.

“I first met him when the boys held an open audition for a bassist, there was no band name, just a location and a phone number. Not many people turned up, but later I found out it was you he was waiting for. He had set this whole thing up in hopes to see you again. I know this because, well … Ed’s? Do you want me to tell the story?” Kelly's question aimed at the man next to you. His head nodded quickly, letting some of his curls fall.

“After joining the band, I got to know everyone better. Finding out they all knew each other in school, a big group of nerds, but fierce and loyal friends. After a night of drinking and smoking, we all played a game of truth. This is where I found out about you. The one who got away. The one he thought hated him, the one who never returned his calls, his messages”

“Messages?” you were now questioning Eddie. He still wouldn't look at you.

“Yeah, he would leave messages at your house, both phone messages with your mom and also notes written to you. He was broken y/n. You know our song ‘Dial Tone’ right?” Kelly asks - you nod.

“It's about you y/n. I came back from a date one night and found him flat out on our living room floor, empty vodka bottles strewn across the room, pill bottles empty, a needle sticking out of his arm. He scared the shit out of me that day. We got an ambulance to him just in time, we didn't know it had gotten this bad, we didn't....” Kelly's voice trails off thick with emotion, her head falling, fighting back tears of her own.

You try to remember some of the lyrics and it suddenly comes to you, realisation hitting you.

You disappeared without a trace

You never bothered to explain

You just walked away

All I wanted was an answer

All I needed was to know

Give me a reason

I need a reason

All those messages I left you

All those nights I spent alone

Give me a reason

Cause all that I hear is

A dial tone

“Kels, it's ok I got it” Eddie's voice gave you a shock next to you. Your head whipping sound to see him looking at you. You see Kelly stand from her seat, making her way over to the work bench wall, mirrors above, strewn with your bags and makeup for the show tonight.

“I was a complete idiot. Kels is right, I was a mess. I would call your house nearly everyday, leaving messages with your mom. I'd ask if you were there, she would say no, I asked to know where you were, I wanted to see you. You know now I spoke with Dustin during that time. He was the one who told me you went to california. As soon as I graduated I packed my bags, picked up the boys and we drove across the country. I needed to find you.”  Eddie's voice was calm, but you could tell there was something underneath trying to get out.

“I wrote that song when I came out of hospital. I was angry, but it helped me. I thought it would have helped me get over you, but I knew that would never happen” He reaches his hands over to you which are now tightly held together in your lap. You're hesitant at first to take them, but you slowly melt and the feeling of his warm hands, allowing him to entangle them together. 

“Y/n, I care about Ed’s, but not the same way as you do. I just didn't want to see him like that again. It scared me so much when I saw you two become close, I only knew his side of the story and i didnt want you to hurt him again. But, please don't be mad at her, but Jack told me your side. And y/n, please forgive me. I've never seen Eds this happy, and I just, just didn't want to potentially lose him again” Kellys face was flushed, using the sleeve of her cardigan to rub away tears that were slowly falling.

Trying to take in everything you've been told your brain felt like it was going to explode. 

“Kelly, I can't forgive you straight away, you really hurt me. I went through enough of this in high school. But i will talk to Jack - I think you should too” your voice a lot calmer that you felt.

“Eddie, I care about you so much, why didn't you tell me this before?” You free one of your hands from his clutches reaching over to stroke his cheek, catching a tear falling from his lashes with your thumb, bringing his eyes to meet yours.

“I'm so sorry y/n, please forgive me?” Eddie eyes, big and brown pleading with you.

“Eddie, you're a fool, but you're my fool” leaning forward to close the gap between you bring your lips to his in a gentle kiss. 

You hear the door open and close, noticing Kelly had left the room. 

“Eddie, I can't just forgive her for what she said. But tell me, please, nothing is going on between you?”

“I promise you sweetheart, nothing.Nothing is going on between us, but she's right though, you need to talk to Jack” Eddie's forehead now resting against yours, your noses brushing against each other. 

You spend the rest of the afternoon, wrapped in each other's arms on that sofa, filling in the gaps between Hawkins and California. Sharing laughs, tears and small sweet kisses.

Tomorrow, you will talk to Jack. Tomorrow you sing in front of a large crowd with Eddie. 

You didn't know what made you more nervous.

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[hellfiremunsonn]

💕Now You See Me Masterlist💕

Perv!Eddie x “innocent” fem!reader

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Summary: You’re not as innocent as everyone thinks, just a little clueless and maybe a bit careless, and with zero filter Eddie’s crush begins almost instantly.

Because Eddie sees you… He sees you for you, and the minute you stumble into his garage at work, asking him to fix your bike he knows he has you wrapped around his finger and he’ll do everything and anything to get what he wants.

Warnings: perv!eddie, he’s gross, he touches, he sneaks peeks, probably some coercion, will lead to smut but everything reader does is consensual, “innocent” reader, fem!reader, slight little reader, slight age regression?actions traded for Eddie’s labor on the bike, (will update as I go)

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

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[babycat939]

fandom and characters I write for

I will write fluff angst and and smut

Stranger things :

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley

Nancy wheeler

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

Thor odinson

Loki laufeyson

Natasha Romano

Wanda

The vampire diaries/the originals

Klaus mikaelson

Elijah mikaelson

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Bonnie Graham

Enzo

Elena

Caroline

It 2017/2019:

Chapter 1

Bill

Beverly

Richie

Eddie

Stan

Mike

Ben

Henry

Patrick

Victor

Belch

Chapter 2

Bill

Beverly

Richie

Eddie

Mike

Ben

Twilight:

Carlisle Cullen

Alice

Jasper

Rosalie

Emmet

Edward

Bella

Paul lahote

Jacob black

Bullet train:

Tangerine

Ladybug

teen wolf:

Derek hale

Peter hale

Styles stilinski

Scott McCall

The walking dead:

Daryl Dixon

Rick grimes

Shane walsh

Carl grimes

[lavendermunson]

enchanted IV | knight!eddie munson x princess!reader

summary Eddie tried to do the right thing but his heart can’t stop hurting. It’s time for the knight to drop his duties and come for the thing he loves the most.

tags +18, afab!reader, this chapter doesn’t have warnings at all but if you need me to mark something please let me know.

a/n read the note at the end!

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After talking to Wayne about the safety of the princess, Eddie returns to his room and looks at himself in the mirror. He feels his hands too light, feeling he is missing something. He is definitely missing something.

He wonders if this is the end. It is, maybe it is. He has to let go of the fire that ignites the chimney on the coldest week of winter and stay at home with the ray of sun that has lightened his face every day in the morning.

It would be stupid to run and see you, it would be so stupidly wrong. But for a moment he thinks, and thinks. There’s a possibility of you running away with him. He can’t predict the future, god, he wishes he could and right now the only thing left is giving up.

He sits in his bed, taking a notebook from under his pillow. The first page has a drawing of his mom, he tugs it close to his heart and as soon as he rests his head in the pillow, a tiny piece of paper peeks from under the leather.

“I wanna be defined by the things that I love. Not the things I hate. Not the things that I'm afraid of. Not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night. I just think that you are what you love.”

He closes his eyes, letting all his feelings flutter inside his body. He misses his mom. He misses being happy. Being, feeling free.

It is time for things to change, he thinks.

It is time I change things.

—

With shaky hands and a pale face, terror conquers Eddie’s body at the sight of your parents. The king and queen.

“It's okay, you got this” he hears Wayne’s voice from their conversation before. Eddie got out of his room, told Wayne everything he felt, every little thing that was on his mind.

It was hard for Wayne to accept that the living reminder of his sister was telling him he was going to leave. He wanted to be mad, but he couldn't. It's what Eddie's mom would've wanted. It's what Eddie should do, fight for love.

Wayne was in love once, he understood completely. He hugged his nephew, he kissed his forehead. He wishes the best to him.

“So… what do you have for us? News?” The king, your father, speaks.

“I… i need to tell you something” Eddie's hands are no longer shaking. “I don't want to be your knight anymore, but don’t get me wrong it was an honor”

The kings, your parents, look at each other and for a moment they know. They know why, they know what’s coming, they've prayed for this.

“It is, it’s fine Eddie. But tell me, why the sudden change of mind?” your mother speaks, her voice is gentle. It surprises Eddie.

“I'm not– I'm not asking for permission. You can stop me, you can try to stop me. I need to go away, I need to get out of here. But I'm not doing it alone, I'm not going out empty handed.

For the first time in my life, I felt seen, I felt loved. Your daughter, I've been obsessed with her my whole life. She never treated me differently, no, how could she? She is the angel of my dreams, she is all I need. Her kindness. Her bravery. Her, she… she has a beautiful way of describing things, of seeing life.

I swallowed my heart for the sake of my kingdom but this is not what I want. I want her. She brought me back to life, I spent less than a lifetime with her and I need her. I need her like lungs need air. She fills me up, she… she makes me feel safe.

So I'm telling you… not asking. I need to go away, she needs to get out of here. I'm getting her out, to give her a happy, free and safe life. Im getting her away from you, and them, and this. To love her, to take care of her, and to make her the happiest girl that’s ever going to exist on this planet.”

His chest hurts, his throat is swollen. He is wondering why they aren’t throwing him in some dungeon.

The queen gets to him, away from her throne. The king follows her.

“Eddie. We are not going to stop you, you’d be doing us a favor” she says, taking Eddie’s hands in hers.

“We can’t stop this, but you can. Get away. Go away. Take care of our little girl” The king speaks, his eyes looking soft.

“We are not going to stop you, but we can’t help you either. You must have a plan by now, you are a smart boy” your mom speaks again, tears filling up her eyes.

“You can go now. Good luck, and thank you for caring about her” your dad speaks, Eddie nods.

This is the last time he is going to see them. He takes a deep breath and walks out.

—

It’s been a dreadful week, a nightmare of a lifetime. Jason’s mom keeps coming into your room, you’ve tried on thirty-seven dresses and still none of them is the right one. How could any dress be the right one, when the husband-to-be isn’t the one you love?

Every minute you spend in that castle, away from your family and waiting for Jason to come and talk to you when you know he is away with a girl somewhere. It feels like that’s all you are going to be. Always a girl trapped in some room, away from the wonders, the adventures.

From the moment Eddie let the other knights take you, your heart has been feeling heavy. The feeling of waking up to an empty bed after the best night of your life was something you couldn’t describe. It was painful.

Someone who is in love with you doesn’t betray you, he doesn’t get to do that to you. And you think, maybe this is what you deserve. To be here. Alone.

–

After getting some food for dinner you go back to your room. A room that’s too empty for your taste. There are no books lying around. No comfortable silk pillowcases. The sheets are rough, the blankets are too cold.

You look out, the tiny window in the room is enough for you to see a part of the woods. The sun is going down, it will disappear in an hour, maybe less.

“Since you don’t want any dress, I will have to give you my own” the queen enters the room, making you jump.

“I can’t. No i can’t take that from you” you shake your head.

“It is settled” she lets the modiste come in to fix the dress, it’s the less you can now.

“I have this. It’s for you… but please don’t tell anyone i gave it to you”

On her hands rest a letter, with a pink wax seal that you would recognize everywhere. Your mom’s.

“My dear, our tulip.

We have been thinking, we have been convinced. This life is not for you, it never was.

Since you were born, we have been the happiest pair. My little girl.

It is time for you to be your own person. To make your own choices. To make good things. To make mistakes.

He is going to take care of you. He is going to do what we couldn’t… He is going to make you happy.

Me, dad. We love you, cherry pie. We will miss you. You are our thoughts.

Love you. Mom.”

Tears pool on your eyes, and you blink twice and look at the paper. Hope gets over you, you spin in your feet with a smile on your face.

Him? Eddie? All of this is too good to be true.

“How did you get this?” you ask the modiste.

“Princess, i'm not a modiste. I'm some sort of a… messenger? Tonight at midnight you need to go down the stairs, through the kitchen and wait on the opposite side of the barn. You know what’s waiting, I won't tell you.”

“Midnight. Got it, thank you” you say.

“Have a safe travel, it was an honor to meet you”

—

A wave of happiness hits you. You rest in bed and tug the letter close to your chest.

The moment you’ve been dreaming for is finally here. Freedom. Love. Him.

You wonder why this couldn’t come sooner, but maybe this was the right time. The right time to be anything you want to be, to start again in a new place. Meet people. Travel. Learn.

And most importantly… be with him. Kiss him. Hug him. You miss his touch. His smell. His fingers over and inside you.

The door opens in a rush, you hide the letter under your pillow. It’s Jason, drunk, filthy, dumb Jason.

“Hello future wife, i am exhausted from just… kissing so many girls” he closes the door and gets in bed with you, pulling you to him. You try to fight back but he doesn’t let you. His arms are heavy on you. “Fuck-fuck night gowns and fuck-fuck-fuck me” he falls asleep quickly, like some sort of miracle.

You look at him, it’s the most peaceful you’ve ever seen him. You wonder why a sweet kid like him could grow up to be a nightmare of a person.

Is this what happens? When greed, money, fame and a high status gets over your head? And you wonder. Is he going to look for you? With violent knights and hundreds of weapons. If he is selfish, dumb and evil. Would you ever be safe?

The clock hits midnight. It’s time to go.

You press your fingers on his arm, delicately breaking free of his grip so he won’t wake up. His arm fell hard on the mattress, your fingers slipped but he didn’t wake up.

He is lost. Dozing.

You run to the door, quietly. Once it’s been open you close it and run towards the kitchen.

A loud sneeze comes from the hallway, you hide in a closet next to the back door. You take a peek from what it looks like to be a keyhole and realize it’s the queen. Jason’s mom.

She makes herself tea. Surprisingly, she is making a tea by herself. The clock above her head marks five minutes past midnight, you cross your fingers hoping she doesn’t take too much time.

–

Eddie’s plan has been working perfectly. Since packing his stuff, some of your stuff he got back from the cabin in the woods. He got a horse ready, fruit and bread for the ride. A map.

He gets close to the back of the barn, leaving the horse a few minutes back so he won’t get caught.

Eddie hears steps coming to the barn. The king, Jason’s dad. He is pacing around looking at the animals, maybe he can’t sleep.

After a few minutes the queen joins the king, Jason’s parents look like villains out of a book. They look old, tired and their faces always have a frown on it.

Eddie starts to play with the rings in his hands. He is anxious. They won’t go away and if you come out the door and find them they will catch you and lock you forever. He has to stop you from coming out.

His steps are fast, but quiet. He looks for another entrance to the castle and runs through the hallway. He looks at the wedding decorations.

The wedding was supposed to happen today, in the morning.

He runs through the castle, hoping no one will see him and after catching a glimpse of your figure he runs towards you. You managed to escape the queen a few seconds ago, making your way to find another exit.

The place looks like a labyrinth, everything is dark. Eddie feels himself running in circles, getting to the same place over and over. He stops to ease his breath, trying to get rid of the fog that clouds his eyes. A body bumps into him, he opens his eyes and takes in your face.

The softness of your lips. The pretty tip of your nose. And when he finally locks his gaze with yours he allows himself to breathe again.

“It’s you” you say, quiet.

“Hi, i’m here to rescue you,” he says, with a grin on his lips.

“That is… very accurate. I was going to make fun of you for that”

“What can I say? call me knight charming”

You push your body towards him, his hands fit right in your waist and pull you to his chest. Your lips met his in a short kiss, it lasts seconds but it takes you to heaven.

“I’m sorry. I have so many things I need to say to you but we have to go. Now” you nod, taking his words in, his hand reaches yours and together you run to find an exit.

–

After what felt like hours of running, you finally make it to Eddie’s horse. He gets “Peanut” ready to leave but panics as he hears footsteps, not too close so you can escape in time but close enough to make him anxious.

“Hurry” he says to you.

“I see them, c’mon!” A drunk Jason walks slowly to you. He is still far away, his steps are clumsy and it’s taking him years to reach you.

“Let’s go, sweetheart” Eddie’s voice sounds muffled, a ring in your ears starts to increase its pitch.

Your heart is beating in your heart so fast, your body is completely frozen.

“I can’t” you look at Eddie, his lips trembling.

“What?”

“I- I didn't say goodbye to my parents. I didn’t hug them one last time i-” you pause, tears run down your cheeks “This, this kingdom. The people, they need me Eddie”

“No! no they don’t. Your mom is, she is going to take care of them. Your dad said they are going to think about you all the time… sweetheart, please. It’s time to go” he reaches for your hands, taking them with a soft touch and squeezing them.

“And the cabin, I need my stuff. My books and my clothes” you look at him, he is worried but he knows you are scared.

“I have some stuff, I have the clothes and blankets you made. The mug and plates you made. Your box of jewelry” he drops your hands by your sides, his soft palms travel to your cheeks and he takes a deep breath. “There’s books everywhere, we can buy more and we can look in every place for them. Please…” he kisses your forehead, hoping it would ground you and assuring you it’s going to be okay. “Please come with me”

You nod, you take his hands away from your face and your heart skips a beat. You get on the horse with him, hugging him from behind and squeezing his body as tears fall down your cheeks again.

As you get far away from the kingdoms, the castles slowly start to disappear. Eddie manages to lose the ones that were following you and starts to focus on the road.

It was hard. Sad.

The two of you were heartbroken.

Leaving people you loved. The place you grew up in. All the memories you’ve left behind.

Eddie told you he managed to sell the cabin to a couple in the kingdom that were tired of the stupid rules and wanted to be free. It was enough to get a tiny house, your jewelry was going to help.

You were going to find jobs and live a happy life. Together.

–

After traveling around for months, you finally found a place to stay. It was a big town, without a kingdom.

There was a mayor, a woman with a strong character but she looked nice.

A sheriff, he looked serious and he was strong.

The two of them welcomed you after buying your house. It was much better than the cabin, nicer than Eddie’s house. You loved it, it was tiny and felt cozy. It felt like a home.

Hours after settling, showering together and sharing some kisses. Your now boyfriend and you walked through town, at the very center of it there was a market.

You bought books, fruit, and some ingredients to cook. Pieces of fabric, silk, old drapes.

In the corner some kids close to a carpet full of miscellaneous stuff.

“How much for the guitar?” Eddie says, taking the guitar in his hands and starting to play a melody. You watch him, his smile looks so good and his eyes are less puffy.

“I will give you a good deal if you teach us how to play the new one we got” A boy with curly hair speaks, as the others watch your boyfriend.

“Deal” Eddie reaches for the boy’s hand and he takes it smiling. “I’m Eddie, this is my princess Y/N”

“I’m Dustin” he shakes his hand “These are my friends, Mike, Lucas, Will, Max and El”

“Nice to meet to guys” you smile, they all look so friendly.

“Are you really a princess?” Max says, getting close to you with El by her side.

“Let’s say… we all are princesses” you smile at them “Right?”

“I love that!” El says, smiling.

You watch the kids laugh and dance as Eddie plays a song on the guitar and sings. Your heart flutters.

You look at each other, words aren’t needed when you know you feel the same. Finally you are free, happy. In a place where you feel like you belong. In a place when you can make your own choices and as your mom said, your own mistakes. But by Eddie’s side it will always be great, things will always be great.

hey! what a ride. this was my first time doing a long fic. i have to apologize for the ending, i tried to wrap up everything and i still feel like i missed some things but i will write them in the future, separately from this long story but in the same universe.

i dropped this story for a long time and i had a lot of plans, unfortunately i didn’t have time to do it and i just keep being unmotivated by the whole thing but i tried my best to come up with an ending instead of abandoning it.

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Miss Hawkins '86 | Serie Masterlist

Eddie Munson x Metal!FemReader

Summary: After a bet with Hellfire, you decide to enter the annual 'Miss Hawkins' beauty pageant to show them that anyone is capable of winning that kind of contest.

Warnings: insults, violence, bullying, injuries, misogyny, mentions of blood, alcohol and drug use by minors, drama, angst, jealousy, emotions, slow fire, friends to lovers, eventual smut, no upside down

Author's note: So, this story came to mind after watching Little Miss Sunshine the other night, and I was also inspired by that episode of Malcolm in the Middle where Lois joins a beauty pageant.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story, and I apologize if at some point the narration gets a little confusing; English is not my first language :)

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Yes, absolutely! So. Eddie x FemReader. They are best friends and have this special bond but all of a sudden Eddie pushes her aside for another girl he's dating or is interested in, letting her sit in the reader's seat, canceling traditions of years like movie night, etc. But somehow he wakes up and realizes he has been an ass to her (maybe because he actually wanted to get over his own feelings for her) but the reader isn't so quick to let it all go - she wants him to prove how sorry he is!

Jealousy, Jealousy

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thanks for the request, bestie! and an even bigger thanks for your patience 😬 i hope you enjoy!

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

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Warnings: mostly just language and a little drama and angst and then fluff I think but let me know if I missed anything. I've always wanted to play around with POV switches like this, which is probably why it's taken me so long to finish this one 🙄

You're fuming in the front seat.

Eddie keeps his eyes on the road—more than he probably ever has while driving—afraid that if he even glances in your direction all the smoke you're letting off will start to fog up the windshield. Like he's driving around with a forest fire in his van.

"Listen," he says, even though he's not sure what's going to come after, "it's not even a big deal."

They're the first words out of his mouth since he told you, and they're definitely the wrong ones. Your eyes flash, smoldering at the center like cigarette ends.

Your look may be fire, but your voice is all ice.

"To you."

"What?"

"It's not that big of a deal to you, Eddie," you tell him, shifting against the dirty leather seat like you can't even stand to be near him, "but it is a big deal to me."

Valerie fucking Reed—just thinking her name has you seeing blood. Everything about her puts the wrath of god in you, from the fake-ass pitch of her voice to the way she flips her hair over her shoulder whenever she thinks she's said something clever.

You'd hated her from the moment you'd met her, after the painfully cliche the freaks sit over there cafeteria routine she'd put on for you your very first day in Hawkins. You were more prepared for that shit now—had educated yourself in the art of biting comebacks and fought only with words even when you wanted nothing more than to bash her head into the linoleum tile.

But at a brand new school when you were desperate to make friends? Absolutely devastating.

If you were held at gunpoint and forced to say one honest, nice thing about her, there'd only be one you could offer up: it was her fault you'd met Eddie. With tears still stinging in your eyes, you'd carried your lunch tray in the direction of her pointed finger, falling into the nearest empty chair and tucking your chin into your chest so no one would see you cry.

That was when Eddie swooped in, big doe eyes and denim vest rattling with pins, and a thousand stupid jokes—not exactly a knight in shining armor but you'd never wanted one of those anyway.

Now Valerie wants to take him away from you, too.

Eddie drums his hands on the wheel, fidgeting with the volume on the tape he'd let you choose to soften the blow. He let's Fleetwood Mac fill the empty space between you, all the words he should say replaced with Stevie's soft vocals.

He's not used to fighting with you. Your friendship has always been as easy as breathing—except when it's not.

. . . But you really can't be blamed for that. It's not your fault he feels all weird inside every time you smile.

He wishes you'd smile at him now.

"You know," you say, feet planted on his dash and your chair pushed all the way back, "I didn't say shit when you started ditching me at lunch to deal to her and her friends, or when you skipped on movie nights for all those parties she threw because I get why you had to go, but a fucking date?"

"She just needs a place to smoke . . ." Eddie mumbles, skin hot at the word date.

You roll your eyes with enough bite he actually feels the sting.

"Right. She just needs to get high with you at your place, because she has nowhere else to go.”

Your lips drip with venomous sarcasm—absolutely soaked through with the belief that he couldn't possibly sit in the same room as Valerie and not touch her.

Do you really have so little faith in him? Eddie's got way more self-control than either of you would give him credit for. There's never been a moment he hasn't wanted his hands on you, and he's alone with you all the time.

“Come on,” he says, swallowing so his voice won't crack, “we do that.”

“It’s different," you snap back quickly.

Yeah it fucking is, he thinks, but Eddie doesn't say a word. Maybe the silence will speak for itself—or maybe it could, if you'd let it.

You carve a frustrated hand through your hair, staring him down. “Like, how do you think it would feel for you if I went out with fucking Jason Carver?"

He resists the urge to gag. "It's not like that."

It's really not like that. Just the thought of it has Eddie feeling both sick and violent, unsure if he was more likely to throw a punch or throw up.

He takes the turn into your driveway, watching you collect your stuff with a brutal speed.

"Yes it is, Eddie," you tell him as you slide from your seat before he's even fully hit the breaks, "actually, it's worse. Because Jason is a dick to everybody, and Valerie's got some fucking target on my back. I wouldn't be surprised if this was all part of some evil plan of hers to make me jealous because—"

You cut yourself off immediately, words stoppered by some invisible dam, eyes wide. Eddie's body goes cold when you slam the door without saying goodbye, stomping off to your doorstep.

He scrambles for his seat belt, practically falling out of the van in attempt to catch up to you before you get inside.

"Wait a second," Eddie says, holding the door open with his hand and trying to catch his breath, "why would that make you jealous?"

You scuff the toe of your boot against the step. "Nothing, it's stupid."

Eddie raises a brow, but you can’t look at his big, brown, beautiful eyes right now, tracing down along his leather sleeve to where his hand is planted against the door, black-painted nails splayed wide and already chipping, although you only did them a few nights ago.

Rude that the only time you get to hold him is when you're doing him a favor.

"Stupid how?" he asks.

You shrug. "I dunno . . . she just thinks I have a crush on you or something."

It's a surprise he hadn't already heard; about half of the girl's locker room were still stripping out of their gym clothes when Valerie had to bring everybody's attention to your black lace bra, before sharing a few theories on who you were wearing it for.

"Like I said, stupid." You ignore the heat in your cheeks, gripping the door again and trying to force it shut, but Eddie's not finished.

You wouldn’t notice, but his chest is heaving under his black t-shirt, palm sweating against the door. A crush? On him?

Is Valerie as delusional as he is?

"Wait," —his mouth is on a roll before his brain has caught up— "do- do you?"

Your eyes go wide with surprise, and then shrink into slits as you push him back from the door, one hot hand planted against his chest.

"Fuck you, Eddie," —he catches the words just before the slam— "fuck you for real."

It wasn't a no.

He repeats the words in his mind like he’s casting a protection spell. Like it’s some kind of ward against your anger as he scales the tree outside your window.

It’s harder than it looks, and he’s already making it look pretty difficult—but one hand’s busy clinging to the greasy paper bag packed full with burgers and those crispy tater tots you love. He manages to wiggle his way up to your window sill without losing his pants, even though the tears at his knees got caught on every twig and branch he passed.

Eddie steals a glance of you through the sheer curtains, holding back his fist from knocking. Just so he can look at you properly, without all the static of having you look back.

You're stretched out on your bed, feet in the air and headphones caught over your ears while you flip through the pages of a book. He hasn't seen these pajamas before—the little shorts that just cup the edge of your ass, and a sheer tank top. His nails are leaving little indents in his palm.

Eddie hasn't made a sound, but with the way his eyes are tracing over you, you gotta feel it. You find him at the window, and he panics, rapping his knuckles against the glass a second too late.

You roll you eyes at him, but at least you let him in.

There are honest-to-god butterflies in Eddie's stomach when he flops beside you on the bed. And he wouldn't lie—at least not to himself—but he'd tried to feel something like this before, when Valerie first started paying all that attention to him.

Her manicured hand would brush over the sleeve of his jacket while he'd be getting her product and he'd wait for this same feeling, hoping he had a weakness for all pretty girls, that any attention would him stumbling over his words and these feelings didn't have to be the end of the best friendship he'd ever had.

But it's you.

You cross your arms over your chest, frowning. "What are you doing here?"

Eddie's smile is sheepish, but not nearly apologetic enough for your taste. He holds up the paper bag in his hand, dotted with dark splotches where the grease leaked through. It lets out the heavenly scent of fried food.

"I brought dinner, you know, for movie night."

He slips a tray of tater tots from the bag, and you're resolve falters. You hold back your hand from reaching for one even though you already know how incredible it would taste, the little rivulets of salt and shining grease coating the golden skin.

"What about Valerie?" you ask, stealing your eyes away from the junk food. You hate how petulant your voice sounds.

He just shrugs, pouring out some ketchup onto the tray, licking the excess off of his pinky finger. "Told her I had other plans."

Eddie pops a tater tot into his mouth and bites down with a heavy crunch, but it feels like your heart's the thing being popped between his teeth.

And what more were you expecting? That he'd tell her to fuck off and take her money and friends with her? She's the queen of Hawkins, and you're . . . not.

Maybe you and Eddie are both delusional—or stubborn—enough to pretend like you don't care about the politics of high school, but people had abandoned their morals for less.

“So you blew both of us off, then?”

He pauses mid-bite, like a prey animal, like if he doesn’t move you can’t be mad at him.

“What?” he mumbles through a mouthful of chewed-up potatoes.

You snatch a tater tot from the tray, chewing and swallowing even though your stomach is starting to churn because something bad is going to happen and you can feel it coming like a storm in the air.

“Why are you here, Eddie?”

“I- uh, to say sorry,” he stutters.

The food's getting cold in his hands before you respond.

“What’re you sorry for?”

What’s he sorry for? Eddie has a whole list: sorry for making a fool of myself, sorry for hanging out with Valerie because I thought it might make you jealous, sorry sorry sorry for trying so hard to get over you and doing such a bad job at it.

“I, you know . . . I shouldn’t have made other plans on movie night.”

Those were the wrong words again. Crazy how easy it is for him to fuck this up—like it was something he was born with.

For a second, Eddie thinks you'll yell at him, and he's comforted by that. If you yell at him, you still care.

You take in a deep breath, and Eddie braces himself. He can take whatever you give him, will shoulder any insults you hurl and forgive you for it the second it's over.

But your shoulders slump. You let out a heavy sigh.

And he knows he can't take that.

"I'm really, really tired, Eddie," —you won't even look him in the eyes when you say it, sliding the window open again,—"see you tomorrow?"

But Eddie doesn't see you for two whole days.

That's a fucking record.

He thought you might need space, you know. So he gave you Saturday to cool off, kicked around at the trailer and gave Wayne vague answers about why you weren't around and ignoring the look in the old man's eyes. Listening to sad records and getting high and trying not to stare at your smile in all the photos plastered on his wall.

Sunday, Eddie drove by your house with the volume all the way up on your favorite Rolling Stones album, windows down while he idled at the curb. There was a twitch in the curtains, but you weren't there to shout at him for all the noise before climbing in on the passenger side.

Eddie knocked at your door this morning, hoping at least you’d want a ride to school. Your mom opened it with a sad little frown, telling him you’d already taken your bike.

And really, the two days have only ended on a technicality. Eddie sees you right now, reading a book with your head bent low, sitting at the far end of another table.

"Hey—" Eddie twitches when the flying french fry lands against his cheek with a wet slap— "are you gonna go talk to her, or did you just wanna stare?"

Mike laughs at his own joke, and the other guys giggles along.

Eddie's used to the ribbing. He's never minded it—when you're not around. Kind of enjoyed it a little. Even with his heated cheeks and stammered shut ups that completely gave him away, he needed somebody to acknowledge what he was feeling. It made it more real.

But Eddie's not in the mood for jokes today. And he doesn't need anybody to remind him that he's in way over his head with you.

He shoots the freshmen a look that works just as well as throwing a hand over their mouths—without the risk of being licked—and brushes the potato chunks from his hair while the rest of Hellfire pick timidly at their lunches.

And Eddie goes back to staring.

This time, though, you're staring back.

He meets your eyes. Just for a second, wide with surprise before you snap your head back in the direction of your book, tucking your nose between the pages. Doesn't matter how quick you were though. Eddie caught the look you were giving him.

And his heart is beating hard, like it did on the day he first met you. His limbs all staticky and weird, palms sweating because even from the first second he knew you existed he's wondered what kissing you would feel like and the question never left his head.

Eddie's on his feet before he can think about how bad of an idea this is.

"Hey," Dustin calls to him through a mouthful of square pizza, "what're you doing?"

Eddie just shrugs.

"Probably something stupid."

You can see Eddie's long legs moving in your direction from the corner of your eye, and your stomach drops out of your ass like a dip on a roller coaster in the dark and you can't see the end. He says something to the guys—his lips are moving—but you can't make it out over the sound of the cafeteria rumble, the chatter of the other girls sitting at the same table as you, talking animatedly about all the dates they went on over the weekend and completely ignoring your presence.

You dip your head closer to the pages of your book, so close all the words blur together, trying to hide from Eddie like you've been hiding the past few days. You shouldn't have even glanced in his direction, should have let the burn of his presence so close and still too far away swallow you up.

It’s getting hotter with every step he takes toward you, and you’re getting smaller, body tight and your lips caught between your teeth.

He slides quietly into the seat beside you, fingers drumming against the table, and the sound feels louder now that the girls have quieted down, not-so-sneakily listening in on whatever's about to go down between you and Eddie—hungry like sharks for any new gossip, ready to spread the nitty-gritty about why the freaks are fighting.

Eddie dips his head down, eyes big and already so sorry it feels like a punch to the gut.

"Hey," he whispers, trying to smile and failing miserably, "come here often?"

You try to smile back, but it's not much better. "Hey, Eds."

It's quiet, but not the comfortable kind of quiet you're used to around Eddie. It's a hot and sweaty quiet, a trapped-in-a-car kind of summer burn that makes your lungs go shallow.

Eddie perks up, the first words he can think of spilling out of his mouth.

"The guys were thinking about going to the record store after school. Would you wanna come?"

You wouldn't have thought for a second about refusing an invite like that a week ago. Heaven was nothing compared to wandering around a music store with Eddie.

"I don't know if I can today," you say instead, and then when you see the look of hurt on his face, you soften the blow with, "I gotta go to the library for some . . . stuff."

He hums. "Stuff?"

You shrug, playing with the pages of your book. If you're quiet enough, maybe he'll give up.

But he doesn't go anywhere. His hands stay planted on the table, silent and still for once. The black nail polish is almost completely chipped off his nails—probably picked off and littered all over the linoleum.

Eddie's voice is a whisper when he breaks the silence. "Are we gonna talk about it?"

"About what, Eds?"

"Why you're so mad at me . . ."

You've seen Eddie through a lot of shit, but you've never seen a look like this on him—eyes like saucers and brimming with shiny tears.

And you thought being in love with him was rough, but hurting him is a thousand times worse.

"I'm not mad at you, Eddie," you admit, hiding your eyes in the palms of your hands and pressing down until you see stars, "it's just . . ."

You don't get to finish your sentence.

Valerie's calling Eddie's name from across the whole fucking cafeteria. You watch her waving, standing on her tip-toes like she's not the only place in the room anybody can look, like every facet of her doesn't already scream give me attention!

Eddie sandwiches his lips together, pressing until they turn white. You're not going to like whatever he has to say next.

So you slip the dagger from his fingers, standing from the table. He can't hurt you if you hurt yourself first on his behalf.

"Actually, we can talk about this later," you tell him, slipping your bag on over your shoulder.

"Hey—"

There's sparks in your hand where he holds you, an eruption of butterflies in your stomach. It's just your hand in his, but that's all it takes for you to forget yourself, eyes caught on his soft mouth and pink tongue.

Valerie's approaching. You can see her stalking toward you over Eddie's shoulder. There's no room for vulnerability within a mile radius of her. You've got to get away before she sees all the softest parts of you exposed and decides to go for the jugular.

The door's within reach when the room goes quiet. Quiet enough Eddie doesn't even have to raise his voice when he says your name.

He's no stranger to standing on tables, but it's the first time you've seen him look so awkward, hands swinging at his sides in tight fists.

"I- I think I might be in love with you," Eddie says, "and I'm really, really sorry."

There's a chorus of ooooooooooohs from the audience, and maybe a few confused whispers from all the people who passively assumed you were already dating. Then all eyes are on you, waiting.

It's too fucking hot in this room, and your vision's starting to blur at the edges, feeling like you're on a stage and you can't remember the next line after Eddie's verbal punch to your gut.

You mumble a sound, falling backwards through the door and into the safety of the hallway.

Eddie's down off the table as soon as you disappear from the cafeteria, totally ignorant to the laughter and the jeers from all the dickheads watching.

Valerie's in his line of sight when he hits the ground.

"That was weird," she says, and Eddie can't tell if she's purposefully getting in his way, or if she's just got that aura of somebody who could tackle you to the ground but would never bother because she doesn't have to. "I mean I always knew she was a freak but—"

"Fuck off."

Eddie really would like to get into it more with her, maybe mention that he's been up-charging Valerie every time she mentioned your name, or that half the stuff he's been selling her was mixed with ten-year old spices from the cupboard above the oven.

There's more noise, but nobody else trying to get in his way, the path clear all the way to the door.

It's quiet in the hallway, and that alone leaves Eddie disoriented, swinging his head wildly, unsure which way you went.

"I'm down here."

You're on the floor a few feet away, head rested back against one of the lockers, and all of the bad shit goes away. It's that simple—like a light-switch—Eddie's panicked, and then he's not.

You're looking up at him with a soft kind of smile, despite the tight look in your eyes and sheen over your skin.

He slides down to the floor, long legs stretched out into the empty hall, shoes leaving little scuff marks across the linoleum.

"I'm sorry,"—you tell him as soon as he hits the ground, "about, you know. It was just, um, a lot."

"Don't be," he laughs, "that wasn't the smartest idea I've ever had."

The smartest idea he ever had was talking to you that first day, snatching you up before anybody else could.

Your tongue snakes out from between your lips, and Eddie has to physically hold himself back from tasting you. Your eyes dropped to his lap, your voice is small when you ask, "did you mean it?"

"Yeah, honey,"—probably should've kept the nickname to himself— "meant every word."

He's about to mumble something like, but if you don't feel the same it's totally fine, even though it definitely wouldn't be, when your head drops onto his shoulder.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know . . . just felt like a personal problem."

You laugh, and the sound shakes through him.

"I dunno, Eds. You being in love with me kinda sounds like something that I'd wanna know."

"I'll keep that in mind, for next time," he whispers. You're looking up at him with those big, soft eyes, breath pillowing against his face.

"It's the same for me," you tell him, "in case you were wondering."

In all the time Eddie's thought about kissing you, he never imagined it happening like this—on the floor with somebody's combination lock digging into his back. With your hands in his hair and the dull roar of the lunchroom somewhere nearby and his thumb tracing along your jaw and you smiling against his lips.

He was definitely missing out.

There's the metal clank of the door, and a chorus of footsteps somewhere down the hall. Eddie recognizes Dustin's voice.

"Oh my god, dude. Fucking finally."