#Single mom!Chrissy Cunningham x reader

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Highest Bidder

Description: When you get Eddie to agree to be on auction for the Valentine’s Ball, you don't count on jealousy affecting you this much. To be fair, you didn’t think Chrissy Cunningham would be there. But maybe, just maybe, he likes you just as much as you like him? 

Warnings: Angst, fluff and smut, my favourite horsemen. NSFW, Minors DNI or I'll shoot you with arrows and not the cupid kind. Slight older, 25 ish Eddie Munson x 23 ish fem reader, confessions, BFFs to lovers, oral fem receiving, p in v unprotected sex (dress before you impress irl) 

A/N: So this was meant for Valentines but I decided to catch Covid instead. Inspired by the auction scene in Groundhog Day. I loved writing this, hopefully you get the desperate pining feeling that I was trying to give off. I love all of you, not only on Valentines but every day. 

Comments and reblogs keep this little paper heart from bursting Into flames. Please, comment and reblog, it makes me so happy you don't even know. 

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“So sweetheart,” Eddie begins, a sly smile creeping over his face as he steeples his hands in front of him, elbows on his knees, “are you gonna tell me why you did it?” He's sitting across from you in his armchair, like this is some sort of bizarre job interview. 

The surroundings are familiar. Eddie's second hand couch, the worn fabric soft under your thighs. The coffee table you helped drag up four flights of stairs, adorned with a coaster placed entirely for your benefit, of course. It's not like Eddie cares about water rings. The comforting smell of the fabric softener Eddie uses intermingled with cigarettes, and incense to cover the smoky aroma. That, and Eddie's aftershave; faint after a night in proximity of it, but there all the same. 

The situation is not familiar. The wayward glances, the lingering touches, the tension filling the air so thick it's like trying to move through cake batter. Wading through some dense, sweet, all consuming feeling that sticks to your ribs and pulls you into its gravity.

Torn between looking at him and shyly stirring your drink with its straw, you think about it. Why did you? The answer wasn't simple. It never was, with Eddie.

It all started with the Valentines Charity Ball your mom roped you into helping to organise. She was a force to be reckoned with, your mom. The human equivalent of a wrecking ball. When she got involved with any good cause, no one and nothing could stop her. Including you. 

So, when she ran to you in desperation last night, you didn't hesitate. One of the guys for the date auction had taken ill and she was stuck for a fourth. So, the first name you could think of spilled out of your mouth. It took some convincing. No, he's not just some freak. Yes, he's doing well for himself. Yes, he's got a steady job, an apartment. No, he doesn't deal anymore. Yes, he's good looking, obviously. No, we aren't a thing, we were never a thing. 

You were never a thing. It was much more complex than that. Affairs of the heart always were. When you'd met Eddie at school you were quiet. A loser, living on the fringes of obscurity; not popular, but not strange enough to be bullied. Eddie was safe. A shield. You'd entered Hellfire without a second thought. And sure, he was handsome, ridiculously so. But at the time, he was seeing some twig called Stacey or Samantha or something, and you bit down on your attraction. Hid it deep within the tissue of your heart. Swallowed it whole. Then, you'd dated Thomas, and after that, he had seen Wendy, and then it was circumstantial. At no point had the pair of you been single together until recently, so it clearly wasn't meant to be. Whatever attraction you'd been harbouring was mellowed, dissolved and disintegrated in yourself. After that, he was just Eddie. 

Convincing Eddie to do the auction had been an entirely different story. It wasn't nerves. He had stood on tables in the cafeteria to speak his mind, after all. He had conveyed his innermost thoughts to almost any who would listen, like some wayward preacher at a bizarre sermon. It could never be nerves, not with him. It was always the fear of not being enough. The fear of himself. After many words of encouragement, he'd agreed. If only to shut you up, but it worked. 

What you hadn't accounted for was the sight of Eddie climbing out of his beat up van in a goddamn button up shirt and fucking dress shoes. In jeans that weren't ripped, with wild hair scooped back into a low bun. You hadn't counted on the easy smile you'd seen a thousand times now winding into your stomach and sending raven wing beats into your heart. In the soft wink that loosed a thousand moths within your core. Moths, they say, live at most, a day, but these seem ancient compared. Alive in an enclosure you had created years ago, set loose suddenly and all at once, their once fixated caretaker ignoring his responsibilities. 

“Hey sweetheart, am I late?” 

When had his voice gained that huskiness, that depth? When had looking into his chocolate brown eyes melted your insides? A twinge in your back brought on by the stress of the night took you back to the here and now. Gazing back at him whilst you attempted to rub it away, you replied.

“N-no, not at all. You, you look really good, Eddie.” 

He scoffed aloud, shaking his head in disbelief, a cascade of loose curls flowing around his face. 

“That's a load of crap. You, hey, you look amazing. Seriously, smoking hot.” 

Your head span with the compliment, as you looked down at your own outfit. It was a ball after all, and for once your mom had insisted on a dress. It was a deep red, cheap satin, low cut, a tasteful hem at the knee, with a slit up the side providing at least a little mobility, and kitten heels. Currently, you felt like an outsider looking into a different world through plexiglass, but the way Eddie looked at you made you feel like you belonged. 

‘It's nothing, just a dress.” 

“Hey,” he replied, crowding your space with the confidence he embodies, “you look incredible. Trust me.”

His knuckles dragged across your flushed cheek, and for a moment all sense of who you were and why this was happening was lost to the feel of his skin on yours. But only for a moment. Dipping your eyes down, you took a tiny step back. 

“We should head inside Eddie. You ready?” 

After a couple of hours of cheesy music and weak as fuck punch, you tapped your fingers on your plastic cup and turned down the latest pensioner who thought you were here for his amusement. Until finally, the host tapped the microphone and asked everyone to gather at the front for the main event. You made your way to the side of the stage in case you were needed, and waited for the bidding to start. 

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, we have the highlight of the night. For one night only, Hawkins’s most eligible bachelors will be yours, to an extent. Be prepared to be wined, dined, and entertained, by our finest gentlemen, all in the name of charity, of course. And first up, is our very own George Heights! Give it up for George everyone!” 

The crowd clapped as George walked onto the stage, an early balding man with just the hint of a pot belly poking through his chequered blue shirt.  

“George is an artist, and an aspiring architect, with a penchant for poetry and an insatiable appetite. Give it up for George, everybody!”

After a lukewarm auction, which ended with George being bought for 65 bucks, the next one was sold. And the next one. Pretty soon, it was Eddie's turn. He stepped forward, and whispers began to float around you. You expected that, to some extent, but there were woops, and even a wolf whistle too. Ever the showman, he bent into a low bow, straightened back up, and winked at the audience. 

“And last, but not least, we have a handsome young man up for your bidding pleasure. Put your hands together for Eddie!” 

As he did a turn on the spot, hands outstretched, the rouse of applause went on for longer than you thought it would. Enthusiastic hands clapped for your man.

No. Your friend. Just a friend. 

“That's it, that's what we're looking for! Eddie is a mechanic, and a talented guitarist, who is looking for your company tonight! So, starting bid, can I hear twenty dollars?” 

“Here! Twenty dollars!” An old lady waved her programme enthusiastically in the air. Eddie's eyes rolled and caught yours momentarily, and you flashed a smile at him. 

“There we go, twenty! Can we go to twenty five?” 

“Thirty!” an equally old lady shouted, earning you yet another look from him that made you laugh. 

“Fifty dollars!” 

The crowd went silent as a man in the back shot his hand in the air. 

“Woah, a high bidder! Anyone want to beat fifty?” 

Before the crowd had a chance to recuperate a young and extremely pretty woman's hand shot upward. 

“One hundred dollars!” 

Everyone fell silent. The only thing not getting the message was your heartbeat. The beautifully manicured and delicate hand belonged to none other than Chrissy fucking Cunningham. 

She looked more beautiful than ever. Hawkins’s sweetheart, all grown up. The popular girl, the pretty girl. Prettier than you, at least to your mind. Prom queen, beauty pageant winner, and the icing on the cake? Actually a nice person. No one could hate her, it would be like kicking a kitten. 

But as your heart dropped like a lead weight into your chest, you thought you wouldn't mind seeing a bit of fur flying across the room, guided by your heels. 

You saw it, you couldn't fail to. The sudden way Eddie stood a little straighter, chest puffed up a little more, as a slow smirk crawled over his face. 

“One hundred? Wowee! Thank you young lady! Anyone for one twenty?” 

The man at the back called out, “right here!” 

Chrissy giggled, small hand held up covering the cute noise, and made another bid. 

“One thirty!” 

It seemed like the entirety of your body's blood had rushed to your head. You felt dizzy and sick, watching this happen, like some slow motion car crash. Again, your damned back hurt. you rubbed it in vain, and gazed back at the ruin in front of you.  

“One fifty!” The man at the back bellowed. Eddie's eyes widened, and he put his hands together, as if in prayer. His gaze was begging, pleading, and directed at Chrissy. 

The frozen spell you seemed to have been under lifted suddenly. This was not going to happen, you wouldn't let it. Chrissy had everything she could possibly need, she didn't need more. She couldn't have him. 

He's yours. 

Through watery eyes, you fiercely trawled through your purse, and came across the little envelope you tucked in there earlier. The money you had scraped together to go towards buying a car. You'd almost forgotten it, intending to drop it home before you came here. 

It looked like you'd have to be a pedestrian for a while longer. 

At the same time Chrissy placed delicate fingers in the air, your whole arm shot up, purse clutched in hand. 

“Two hundred and fifty two dollars and thirty nine cents!” 

Gasps and grunts from the crowd echoed throughout the hall as everyone turned to face you. Even Eddie's jaw hit the floor. It took a moment for it to register, but when it did people were cheering. 

“Well, I think that wraps it up folks! The highest bid of the night, sold to the very eager young lady in red right over here! What a great donation!”

He continued talking, wrapping up the show, and signalled for the music to start once again. Blood was hammering in your ears, making you almost oblivious to everyone around you. All you could focus on in your tunnel vision was Eddie as he walked to the edge of the stage, climbed off in a smooth hop, and started sauntering toward you. 

“You know, if you wanted me that badly you could have just asked, sweetheart.” He said, as he flashed you a smug grin. 

“Hey, I was just saving you from that guy over there, pretty sure he wanted more than a date.” Your words came out calmer than you thought you were capable of as you clenched a fist at your side to hide your shakes. 

“Oh, really?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, “That's what you were saving me from, huh?” 

He knew it was a lie. You knew it was a lie. You're pretty sure the entire hall knew it was a lie. 

“Of course, don't want some old geezer putting his hands all over you. Not a fun Valentines. Plus, I own you now. You've gotta do what I say.” 

Your hands dropped to your hips, holding them as you smiled at him. 

“Kinky,” he replied, stepping closer, making you falter in your confident stance as you’re forced to look up at him, “so, what are your orders, princess?” 

“Can you, get me a drink. A proper drink, from the bar? Please?” 

Taking your hand in both of his, he brought it up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it that turned your insides upside down. 

“Easy. Your wish is my command. Jack and Coke, right?” 

Gormlessly nodding, all you managed to say was a stunted “uh huh.”

He flashed that grin again, and bounced off with more of a spring in his step than usual. 

You turned on your heel, begging yourself to get your head together, and busied yourself with gathering the donations for the auction, including your hefty one, and passed the cash to your mom to be locked away. When you approached, she opened her mouth but you wildly waved a finger at her. 

“I know, I don't want to hear it. Not right now.” 

She smiled, and just said, “pretty sure you could have got that date for free.” 

Rolling your eyes and simultaneously rubbing your back, you passed over the cash and turned quickly, nearly slamming into someone. 

“Easy princess, I know you bought me but I won't stand for full on tackling.” 

He was holding your drink high, arms up to protect it.

“Sorry Eds, just escaping from-” 

You looked over your shoulder, but your mom had disappeared. 

“-nevermind. Thank you.” 

As you grabbed your drink you took a generous gulp in a vain attempt to steady your nerves. 

“So, now you have me, what are you gonna do to me?” 

As he guided a wolfish grin to you, you simply rolled your eyes, trying to hide the fact that several unsavoury thoughts were swimming through your mind. 

“What if I told you to hop on one leg and bark like a dog, huh?” You replied, sending a grin right back. 

“Oh you don't think I would? Don't test me princess.” 

You simply folded your arms and cocked your head, daring him with a look. Eddie nodded, and started fucking bouncing on one leg. 

“Woof! Woo-” 

“OK OK stop you weirdo!” Gasping a laugh, you grabbed him by the crook of his elbow and dragged him away from the curious stares of those around you. 

As the song changed to a slow ballad, Eddie whipped the drink from your hand despite your protests and placed it on a nearby table. 

“What are you doing?” 

Grasping your hand he escorted you to the middle of the dance floor and suddenly pulled you so close that the air expelled from your lungs. There was no air, just music, and feeling, and Eddie. 

“I'm dancing with you. Isn't this what you do on dates?” 

As he held your hips, thumbs rubbing into your sides, your mind cleared. Like a bubble of smoke had popped. This felt good. This felt right. You circled his neck within your arms and relaxed for the first time that evening.  

“This isn't a date, Eds.” 

Your words held some spite, but it was belied by the smirk tugging at your cheeks. 

“You are right. This isn't a date. If it was, well, we wouldn't be surrounded by geriatrics.” he nodded at the crowd around you, eliciting a high pitched giggle from your chest. 

As you swayed in step with him, gazing into his chocolate eyes, the smirk only grew, fuelled by the mischief in his eyes. 

“So, if this was a date, what would we be doing instead?” 

A part of you wants to feel bashful and turn away, but the spell his eyes have you under is in control. No force on earth could tear your gaze asunder. The couples around you could burst into flames and be chalked up to little more than background noise. 

“Well, first, I would have picked you up at your house, bought you some flowers too,” he said as he brought his hand to yours, holding it and pushing you into his frame even more, so you strained your neck up to him. His breath fanned delicately against your ear as he continued his explanation. 

“Probably took you to a fancy restaurant, with fabric napkins,” he said, making you giggle at his understanding of ‘fancy’, “would have paid too. Maybe had some wine. Shared a dessert.” 

“Yeah?” You nearly whisper it, words falling into the exposed skin of his neck. 

“Yeah. Then, I would have taken you back to my place, offered you a cup of coffee,” suddenly he spun you, pressing his lithe front to your waiting back, his fingers scooping the hair from your neck sending comet trails of sensation down your spine. He continued, words making your head dizzy, “Then, I would kiss you, properly. Like you deserve to be kissed.” 

As he spun you back to face him, you held his gaze for a moment, seeing every ounce of honesty etched into those big brown eyes. 

“Eddie?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Let's get out of here.” 

You shake your head, bringing yourself back to the here and now. Here you sit, opposite Eddie, invaded by his scent, debating whether or not to just tell the truth and hang the consequences. 

Taking a gulp of your drink, you set it back down and look Eddie in the eye. 

“Listen, I'm gonna be honest. I saw the way you looked at Chrissy and I… I was jealous. I didn't think, I just kinda acted. I'm sorry if it was weird.” 

Bravery fleeing your bones leaving behind an airy wobble, you look at your own lap, fingers twisting over and over. You're only slightly aware of the shuffle and rustle of Eddie rising to his feet, of footsteps, of the dip in the couch next to you. Then, Eddie's large hand comes to rest over both of yours. 

“Do you know why, sweetheart? Why were you jealous?” 

His hand is steady, fingers stilling your movements confidently, but there's a quaver to his voice that seems entirely unlike him. Grasping his fingers, you absentmindedly play with his heavy rings. 

“I feel stupid. I've had… kind of a crush on you, since high school.”

Of all the reactions, you hadn't expected a deep laugh to reverberate from his chest. Recoiling in horror, you shift your hands away from his and move to stand, your only thought to run, flee. 

“No no no, please, sit,” he asks, hands grasping at your waist to keep you there, as you rub at the twinge in your back again. 

“Turn around,” he says, and you don't find it in you to disobey. Firm hands stroke softly down your back, “you've been rubbing your back all night. Right here?” 

Fingertips circle the spot that's been aching and you nod, confused.

“Eddie, if this is a rejection, it's a really odd one- oh fuck, right there.” 

He chuckles lowly, knuckles working at the knot near your spine. 

“It's not, it's really not. You're in pain, and I know you'd never ask. Plus, I, ha, don't have the balls to say this to your face.” 

You don't say anything in response, you can't. Of course he's noticed you're in pain, he always notices stuff like that. The fact that this isn't a rejection though? It has your head reeling with so many thoughts that you can't express the words. Eddie clears his throat, hands rubbing into your skin through your dress, easing some of the building anxiety. 

“I've got a secret. I've- had a crush, on you, since middle school.” 

“Shut up!” You gasp, mouth hanging open at his confession. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“You didn't even know me in middle school Eds.”

“Yeah I did. Well, sorta. You remember that day I ran into the library? I asked for help?” 

You pick at the scab of a memory, itching it to the forefront of your brain. 

“Oh yeah, you were running from that idiot... Johnny?”

“Jimmy Salinsky. He was gonna beat on me. You, you didn't hesitate. You didn't even know me, but you told me to hide under your chair, you even threw your coat over your lap to hide me.” 

“What else would I do?” 

He snorted derisively, continuing his impromptu massage, “ignore me, tell me to fuck off, just like anybody else. But you, no, you didn't. Jimmy ran in looking for me and you didn't even lie! He asked if a freak had run in and you-” 

“-I said ‘the only freak in here is you’, I remember.” 

“That's right!” He laughs, squeezing your hips appreciatively, “Then he asked if you'd seen the poor kid, Eddie. You said, ‘I've never even met an Eddie’, which was true too. Not like I introduced myself before I dived under your chair. I remember crouching there, trying not to laugh, watching your little legs swinging. You had odd socks on, and you smelled really good. Anyway, I crushed on you hard.” 

Head buzzing over his words, you try to organise your thoughts. 

“Did the guys- did Hellfire know?” 

“Sweetheart, I'm surprised you didn't know, it was common knowledge. I just thought you never liked me like that.” 

Turning to face him again, you stroke hesitant fingers over his knee. 

“Didn't say anything, you were seeing Stacey.” Eddie's face screws in confusion until clarity rings like a bell in his mind. 

“Her? I wasn’t- that wasn't a relationship. I would have stopped in a fucking heartbeat if I'd known.” 

“Oh. I dated Tom to get over you.” 

“I dated Wendy to get over you!” 

Sharing a laugh, you both hold eye contact, giggles dying at the realisation of what this means. 

“So, Eddie, about that kiss…” you inch forward, ever so slightly nearer to him. A pink tongue darts out of his mouth, wetting his bottom lip. 

“Yeah, that. That was me, running my mouth,” he says, anxiety wracking his voice as he strokes his neck compulsively, “Not that I don't want to kiss you, I do, just, erm, don't expect fireworks?” 

It's almost like he's back at middle school, the nerves radiating off of him. Smiling sweetly, you take his hand and place it on your jaw, leaning into its touch. The breath he exudes is shaky as he moves closer, eyes darting to your lips as yours flutter shut. 

It's tentative; a brush of his mouth as if he's scared of you running, of some practical joke. When you make no move to pull away his thumb strokes your cheek, lips now moving more confidently against yours. Your heartbeat is echoing inside your head as your hand slips to slither down his chest and around him, circling his side. 

Only then does his tongue slowly snake out to wet your bottom lip; a silent plea which you happily grant. Still, it's delicate, tongues moving leisurely against one another as if you have all the time in the world. It's by no means dispassionate; far from it, it may be the most emotionally  charged kiss of your life, but it feels like he's holding back. 

So, you pull him closer by the front of his shirt, flicking your leg over his knee as your fingers tug hard. It's then that his tongue licks into you in earnest, thick and smooth, filling your insides with need. Just when you feel utterly consumed, whining inside his mouth, he breaks away. After a few pecks to your lips, he presses his forehead to yours, breath uneven, cooling your swollen lips. 

“I'm in love with you.” 

It comes out of his mouth in a rush. All you can do is stare gormlessly. 

“Huh?” 

“I love you. I just needed you to know that. This isn't just a- a thing. I'm in love with you, I have been since forever. I know it's a lot to take in, and I don't expect you to say it back I just need you to-”

You shut him up, pressing a hard kiss to his parted lips.

“Eddie, you lied.” 

“What? I'm telling the truth I-”

“You said don't expect fireworks. You were wrong.” 

Wasting no more time, you force your body onto him, tongue clashing against his teeth as the force of your kiss presses him backwards. His head makes contact with the arm of the couch, hands hot and heavy on your hips, pushing you into his bulge. 

The fabric of your dress is constricting your movements, making you huff into his mouth. 

“Eddie,” you manage in between spit slicked kisses, “unzip me.” 

There's a cross between a grunt and a moan that vibrates from him into you as his hand wanders across your back, groping its way to the zipper. In a few short bursts he manages to unzip it, not once breaking the kiss. 

Cool air hits your skin and you stand up, shimmying the dress to the floor and you straddle him moving in for- 

“Woah, slow down a second, just, just wait.” 

You try to kiss him again but he pushes you back, your ass flush against his crotch as you sit up. His gaze is scrutinising, examining every inch of your form, making you feel more exposed than you've ever felt in your life. 

The desperate urge to shy away works into your arms as you cross them over your chest, but Eddie's having none of it. He tugs at them gently, pulling them to your sides as his thumbs rub encouragement into your skin. 

“Sweetheart, there's a thirteen year old boy doing backflips in my head. Let him have a moment.” 

A little laugh you let out comes out as a snort whilst he gazes up at you in wonder. So, you give him a show, flicking your bra undone in one practised movement and sliding the straps down your arms, eventually letting it fall to the floor. 

“Jesus H Christ and all the angels.” He breathes, grip tightening on your forearms. 

A quivering hand reaches up, and to your surprise, cups your face. 

“You are so beautiful.” 

Eyes suddenly watering, you blink twice to will the onslaught of emotion away. 

“Not like Chrissy though,” you shrug, eyes downturned. 

“No, you're not like her. You're beautiful, like you.” 

Tugging you forward, he pulls you in for a breathtaking kiss, the full force of his feelings overflowing and filling your heart with heat. With a nibble to your bottom lip, he lets up for a second. 

“Can we go to my bedroom?” 

Nodding, you clamber off him and stand up. Eddie just makes a noise like you knocked the wind out of him, holding his hand to his heart. 

“What?” You ask, hands on your hips, like it was normal to be standing in front of him in just a pair of panties. 

“Don't look all stern like that, or I'm gonna bust in my pants,” he jokes, standing and crowding your back. 

The journey to the bedroom takes a while. Mostly because you can't keep your hands off of each other. He's grinning, giddy as a school boy, firm hands pressing into your sides, hips, ass. You respond in kind, nearly ripping his shirt in your efforts to remove it, only managing to unbutton the offensive material to expose his lean tattooed torso. 

Eventually, your spine hits Eddie's mattress, the soft furnishing welcoming you, begging you to sink in further. His touches are soft too, almost reverent in their delivery. He stands to remove his shirt and jeans, bulge prominent in his black trunks with little patterns on them. As he coaxes you further up the bed you squint and realise what they are. 

“Eds… are you wearing Star Wars underwear?” 

He chuckles, following your eyeline. “They are Darth Vader pants, to be specific, very manly.” 

The smile you flash him almost hurts your cheeks, the situation feeling so close to normal. Normal adjacent at least. 

“Yeah, very manly. Almost caveman like.” 

“Look, I didn't think I'd have a hot girl watching me undress tonight, let alone the woman of my dreams. Just forget the nerd pants.” 

You're laughing now, even when he's grabbing a pillow and getting you to lay on top of it, positioning you just where he wants you. Your giggles stop however, when he asks a question that steals your breath away. 

“Do I need to put a towel down?” 

“That's very presumptuous of you.” You smile, batting your eyelashes at him. 

“Look, I'm just asking. I don't mind sleeping in a wet patch I just want you to be comfortable.” 

He hovers over you, lips pressed into a line of concern. pressing your mouth to his to will the tightness away, you whisper into his face. 

“You want me to stay?” 

“Sweetheart, I'd ask you to move in tomorrow.” 

The next kiss is a searing heat, all heaving tongue and grinding hips. His hand winds into your hair, tilting your head to get you just where he wants you. No longer the blushing boy, he's the confident man, taking just what he needs and giving you what you crave. It's fire, it's want, it's everything. 

“Eds?” You murmur into his mouth as your hips chase his form. 

“Hmm?”

“Get the towel.” 

Hopping off of you, he practically skips out of the room, leaving you to debate whether or not to take your panties off. As you finally decide to strip them, fingers wedged into the fabric, he returns. 

“Nope, just wait, please?” He asks, propping you up with ease to lay the towel down under you. So, you let go, allowing your arms to fall to your sides.

“Lemme look after you,” he says, climbing on top of you to plant open mouthed kisses to your neck. You nod, gasping when his teeth graze a sensitive spot on your neck. Short nails dig into his back as you whimper at the contact. 

“Right there princess, hmm?” He chuckles, mouthing at your neck. 

“Uh huh- oh fuck,” as he bites softly, tongue flicking out to lather at the spot. 

Moving down, his lips press to your collarbone, then down your chest, until he places a peck to your nipple. 

“I've been dreaming about these tits, but nothing can compare to the real thing,” his tongue darts out, swirling around the pebbled nub, sending goosebumps over your skin, “fuckin’ flawless sweetheart.” 

You want to say a smart remark, shaking your head, but all thoughts fly out the window when he sucks, rough fingers reaching out to rub the other. Back arching, your legs clamp on his little waist, saying their own prayer to keep him there. 

As he releases his mouth with a wet noise, the thoughts flood back, all barriers forgotten. 

“I've been thinking about you too, what you'd do, what it looks like,” you admit, truths flying free in the heat of the moment. 

“Yeah?” He smiles up at you, “been thinking about my dick?” 

“Yeah, how'd it feel in my mouth, how'd it feel inside me,” you breathe out as he continues his worship of you, tonguing and kissing at your tummy. 

“Fuck,” he says, hot air fanning over his wet string of loving kisses, “you're gonna kill me, saying shit like that.” 

“Don't die, I'll never find out,” you joke, breathing unsteady as he falls between your thighs, playfully nipping at the sensitive flesh. 

“Oh we wouldn't want that. How else could you know what this feels like?” 

Lifting your head, he locks eyes with you as he licks thickly over your clothed clit, pressing hard. 

“Oh Eddie, yes,” you wail, wriggling under his touch. 

He merely smiles in response, hooking rough fingertips into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down almost torturously slowly. They stick between your legs so much that your cheeks flush. Eddie doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, working them off your feet and tossing them on his bedside table. You briefly wonder if you're going to get them back, but then his lips are sucking at the soft skin on your ankle and you stop caring. 

Up, up, up he moves, showing each patch of skin just the same amount of love, until he reaches the crease where your thigh meets, tongue rippling over it. You huff in frustration, hips wiggling. 

“I'm getting to it sweetheart,” he says, pressing a kiss to your mound, “I wanna savour this.”

Words of protest dissipate when he laps at you, rooting out your clit without a moment's hesitation. Any clandestine thoughts you had about this very moment are nothing compared to this. To the feel of Eddie sucking at your clit, his pillowy lips wrapped around it. To the sudden roughness of his fingers as they graze your entrance. To the breach of one, slipping deep inside of you, immediately seeking out your sweet spot. 

“Eddie, ri-right there, oh God!” 

He moans into you, vibrations tickling you in the most delicious way. It's an amazing feeling, but you can't help but think about the noises you're making. Maybe they're pathetic, and not what he's used to?  You bet he's heard some beautiful moans in his time. Some pretty blonde things with long legs and big tits. Girls who know what they're doing. Oh God, what if you start feeling him up and he laughs at you? What if- 

“Hey, sweetheart, you here?” 

He gazes up at you between your legs, eyes boring into you with the question. 

“Sorry, so sorry, I'm here I-” 

“Hey. Don't apologise. You in your head?” He asks, head resting on your thigh, “you know we don't have to do this right now.”

“No, no I want to, honest, it's just- I dunno, second guessing myself? I'm just thinking about-” 

“See? That's the problem. Stop thinking. Lie back and enjoy it. Just, get out of your head. No place I'd rather be.” 

His brown eyes are wide, wet with honesty. He was never able to hide his real emotions, at least not with you. 

“OK, I'm so- I'll enjoy it.”

“That's it. Close your eyes princess, and just feel.” 

Eyes fluttering shut, you concentrate on the feel. Of his lips, suckling softly at your clit, tongue running around the hood. Then, fingers slipping inside once again, curling within you. Moans slither out of your hoarse throat as your hips roll up to meet his lips. 

“That's it, so good for me,” he mumbles into you, “doing such a good job. You sound so sweet.” 

Sweet. You sound sweet. 

In that instant, all your hang ups begin to melt away. The pleasure he's giving you is hitting just right, making you forget all your worries. Pressure builds in your tummy; a whirling, winding force hitting you from the inside out. You're squirming, but it's as if someone outside of you is letting you know. It must be Eddie's firm palm, the one that presses into your abdomen, keeping you steady. Keeping you here, in this moment. 

There's no rush. Time loses all meaning. He could be between your thighs for minutes, hours, days. All you know is the ball of desire tightening within you is fit to burst, bubbling over in a melting pot of raw emotion. 

“Eddie, I'm so close, s-so close!” 

He doesn't falter, doesn't deviate in his ministrations. He continues, tongue circling, fingers curling so deep inside you think you can see God. A swirling, cloying heat encapsulates you, winding around that feeling you buried in your heartstrings and tugging it loose. That deep emotion you pushed aside years ago, a healed splinter, set free by the love and care he's pouring out of his flowing tongue.

It reaches its crescendo, vision darkening as every nerve is coddled with an inner fire. You're not even sure what you feel; release, blinding pleasure, pure love? It could be all three as you cry out, fingers tugging at Eddie's hair. 

He rides it out with you, fingers coaxing your orgasm to the very brink and beyond until you flop back into the bed. 

The first clue you have that something different just happened is the wet feeling underneath your ass. It feels damp, and cold? Opening your eyes, you haul yourself onto your elbows to look down. 

“Now are you glad I said about the towel?” 

Never have you seen so much of your own release coated on a man. It's covering his mouth, chin, cheeks, hand. You briefly wonder at how it could have happened, how that much could have come out of you. 

Eddie wipes his mouth and hand on the towel underneath and makes his way to hover over your heaving form, eyes practically shooting hearts at you from deep within.

“You alright princess? We can stop right now if it's too much.” 

Blindly you reach out, clumsy fingers rubbing at the hard swelling of his member inside his underwear. 

“Don't you want me to return the favour?” You ask, confused. 

“Sweetheart, one kiss of those pretty lips on my dick and I'll be done for.” 

“Then- I'm on birth control. Fuck me, please.” 

The groan that he lets out is deep and guttural, moving his limbs for him. He gets up to whip his pants down and you see it for the first time. You see him. 

It's big. Fuck, its the biggest you’ve seen; not just long but thick, even thicker than your fumblings thought. A glint of silver throws you for a loop, almost making you think you imagine it, but there it is again. 

“Holy shit, Eddie- are you, pierced??” 

“Oh yeah,” he chuckles, glancing down to follow your eye line, “you didn't know about that huh.” 

He climbs on top of you, kissing as he goes, plush lips on your skin. Soft, delicate, and warm. Guiding his hardness to your opening, you can't help but rub your thumb over the tip, pre cum slipping on the balls of the piercing. Eddie's breath stutters, nearly panting in your mouth as you smirk. 

“Now that's not fair sweetheart.” 

You continue to smile, gathering your slick to slide him in, but it quickly turns into a wince. 

“Fuck, Eddie, you're too big,” you whimper out as your eyes screw shut. 

“You're fuckin’ flattering me princess.” 

“I'm not, seriously, you're- oh goddamn-” 

He's pushing into you, slowly, but it still burns, the sheer stretch at his girth almost too much. Gnawing at your lips, tears well in your eyes. 

Eddie looks shocked, taken aback by your reaction. 

“Really? Fuck, OK sweetheart, you're OK. Look at me, you can take it, yeah?” 

Trust Eddie to say the hottest thing by accident. He's just trying to check in, but by God it sets your insides on fire. 

“I-I'll try.”

“That's it, atta girl, little more.” 

Reaching down to where you're joined, you wrap your hand loosely around the base, realising he's only halfway in. 

“Eddie, jeez you could- oooh- you could have f-fucking warned me, ah!” 

“Just relax, I've got you princess, you're taking it so well, you can take the rest- oh Jesus H Christ you're tight.”  

A long drawn out cry echoes out of you as he bottoms out, tears loose and running down your temples. He's leaning on his elbows, fingers stroking at your hair, leaving snowflake kisses on your cheeks. 

“Uh- mmmph- Eddie, you've got a pornstar dick.” 

Gritting his teeth, he looks at you almost sternly.

“You can't say that or I'll cum right now, please.” 

Eyes softening, you kiss his lips instead. He envelops you, tongue dancing in your mouth making you forget the dull ache. Nothing can make you forget how full you feel however, your pussy quivering uncontrollably around him even though he's not moving. 

“This is so nice,” he says, entwining his fingers with yours over your head. 

“Eddie, you're literally balls deep in me and it's ‘nice’?” 

Laughing so hard you feel it in your chest, he kisses you again. 

“Sorry, I mean, just being this close with you. It's everything I've ever wanted.” 

Lips quivering, you stare at him, eyes wide and wet. 

“Eddie, I lo-” 

“No, don't. Not like this. Just- can I move?” 

You nod, biting back the words, and he slowly rolls his hips. Eyes nearly hitting the back of your skull, you moan, meeting his movements. He's so deep, it's like he's everywhere. Every pore, every capillary, pulsing with him. 

“Oh my God, baby, oh God!” 

You're rambling words but it doesn't seem to matter, mind filled with fog, with feeling. With him. He links one arm under the fat of your thigh, coaxing you to curl it around him, and everything seems to fall into place all at once. Each rolling movement is pressing into that sweet spot inside of you, that spot he seems to find so easily like a gravitational pull. He smiles, panting in tandem. 

“Right there princess?” 

Nodding like a puppet on a string, he lets out a long groan. 

“Good, I-I��m not gonna last, you feel too fuckin’ good.” 

Pleased at his reaction, you link one arm around him, stroking at the taut skin of his back as he drives into you harder. Grunting with each thrust, he's tensing, holding back. 

“You can come, Eddie,” you say shakily. 

“Not before you sweetheart,” he replies, doubling down on his efforts. 

It all feels so intense, each whirl of feeling sinking deep into your bones and fanning the flames of your heart and desire. 

“Eddie, s-so close, come with me, please.” 

Almost as soon as you say the words your climax springs out, overflowing with every emotion he won't let you say. It fizzes through your nerves, throbbing with each beat of your pulse. 

Eddie groans, releasing at the same time, two bodies with one heart. As you both relax, melding together, you giggle at the same time. A laugh of relief, of pure happiness. 

“Sorry, thought I'd last a little longer.” 

He seems embarrassed, lifting his head enough to look you in the eye. 

“Eddie, that was perfect.” 

He snuggles his head deep in your neck, inhaling your scent as if it were the last time. 

“I'm gonna get you cleaned up, hang on.”

Lifting his head once more, he kisses, and kisses, lips moving against you with pure feeling. 

“OK, now I'm really gonna go.” 

You giggle as he just keeps kissing you, staring up at him with each unspoken word swimming in your mind. 

“Right, now, just hang on.” 

With a final peck, he slips out of you, returning with a warm cloth. Not used to this affection you merely lay there, allowing him, and wriggle out of the way when he takes away the towel. When you move, you see there's still a wet patch, but it's been mitigated at least somewhat. 

“I can change the sheets if you want-” 

“Eddie, I don't care, just hold me.” 

Grinning like a boy he climbs back into bed, pulling blankets over the both of you. Fitting together like you were always supposed to, you sigh with relief. 

“Eddie? Can I say it now?” 

You whisper it into his chest as he holds you close, almost afraid of breaking the spell of the evening. 

“That depends sweetheart,” he says, fingers tracing unknown patterns on the skin of your arm, “you have to mean it. I couldn't take it if you didn't mean it.” 

“I mean it. I love you Eddie, I think I always have.” 

The smile in his voice makes you smile too.

“I love you too. Happy Valentine's Day."

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[pollenallergie]

Eddie Munson

+ examples of AUs I will/might write:

rockstar

best friend

dad (can be single dad!eddie or x mom/other parent!reader)

roommate

music teacher/tutor

coworker

Ralph from Timewasters (I’m planning on using his canon surname from here on out, but I will still use Penbury [the fanon surname by @mypoisonedvine] if it’s included in your request!!)

+ examples of AUs I will/might write:

modern

holiday/vacation (in which you’re on holiday with them)

Tom Grant

+ examples of AUs I will/might write:

coworker

holiday/vacation

Billy Knight

+ examples of AUs I will/might write:

roommate

best friend

artist/art student

holiday/vacation

BBC/PBS!Enjolras

+ examples of (mostly modern) AUs I will/might write:

professor/TA/classmate/tutor (for the subject of your choosing)

librarian

activist

Chrissy Cunningham

+ examples of AUs I will/might write:

roommate

best friend

moviestar/popstar

housewife (warning: this AU will almost always involve Chrissy being in the closet as she would be married to Jason and it involves unfaithfulness, as she would literally be cheating on Jason with you)

Robin Buckley

+ examples of AUs I will/might write:

roommate

best friend

coworker

Koner

Oliver Quick

Important Note: Just because a character lacks any examples of AUs I’ll write doesn’t mean that there are none/that I won’t write any AUs for them. Rather, it means I simply couldn’t come up with any at this time. However, you’re more than welcome to send in any and all AU requests for any of the characters listed above (so long as the obey the rules listed below)!!

the most important parts are in bold font for your convenience <3

No under age/pedophilia (including writing romantic stuff for the minors/kids in stranger things… I am a grown ass lady, I will not write for children; that’s gross).

No scat/vomit/piss play.

No ddlg/mdlg/age regression/anything related to that (general daddy & mommy kinks are okay, but I’m selective about how/when I’ll write them, so just know that my writing will rarely have those kinks in it).

No taboos!!

No non-con/dub-con/consensual non-con (one sole exception: somnophilia is okay, but consent must be given beforehand; i.e, reader is too tired to stay awake, but also kinda horny, so they let <insert character here> fuck them while they’re sleeping).

No incest. (step-cest may be allowed on occasion/depending on the circumstances).

No zoophilia/beastiality.

Must be kind & patient!! I do not respond well to rudeness/bossiness nor to being rushed (because i am a sensitively soul), so treating me that way will most likely lead to your request being ignored and deleted.

No hardcore degradation. However, you may request playful mocking/teasing!

No body fetishes (e.g., pregnancy fetish, feederism, body hair fetish, chubby fetish, etc.). I am perfectly okay with expressing adoration and admiration of a certain physical trait, but I will not contribute to the fetishization of it.

In my writing, I prefer to either leave the reader’s body type ambiguous or to (occasionally) specify the reader as being mid-size/plus-size. I will never specify my reader as having a flat tummy, abs, a thigh gap, a defined bone structure, or anything of that sort.

Note: while I will not write for pregnancy fetish, breeding kink is okay!

No hardcore kinks (e.g., no hardcore domination, no suspension, no obscene violence - the occasional spanking is okay! -, etc. Basically, nothing like the kinks/kink-related stuff you’d see on American Horror Story or 50 Shades of Grey).

I won’t write for specific medical conditions. The only exceptions to this rule are the following:

I may, on occasion, write for certain neurological/psychological conditions like ADHD, MDD, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, etc.

I may, on occasion, write for more general physical disabilities/conditions like visual impairment, auditory impairment, wheelchair use, asthma, allergies, etc.

I make exceptions for such conditions because I want to cater towards underrepresented groups as much as possible with my writing.

I won’t write rpf (real person fiction)… it’s just not my thing anymore. I’m sorry! :/

Please use tone indicators whenever possible when making requests/submitting asks!!

No cheating/adultery!! My sole exceptions to this rule are as follows:

I may, on occasion, write about closeted queer characters in heterosexual relationships (**cough cough** Chrissy **cough cough**) finding love/affection outside of those heterosexual relationships.

I may, on occasion, write about neglected spouses finding love/affection outside of their marriage - think neglected husband!Enjolras sleeping with his kids’ nanny.

No abuse (emotional or physical).

Please be aware that some requests won’t get written for the following reasons:

They may not inspire me. (Some requests simply won’t inspire me, but I’ll always try to communicate w/ the person who sent the request when that happens!! Also, I can assure you that such an occurrence will be rare!! So, hopefully, that it won’t deter anyone from sending in requests!)

They don’t obey my rules.

Please do not send me the same requests that you’ve already sent to other blogs!!

I will write for fem!reader, non-binary/gender neutral!reader, and male!reader/masc!reader. However, please specify which of those you would like in your request! As far as smut goes, I’m definitely more comfortable with writing for a vagina-having reader, but, if I’m inspired by a request for a reader with another sort of anatomy, know that I’ll do my best to write smut for that anatomy as accurately as possible!

No -isms or prejudices!! (no racism, sexism, classism, xenophobia, ableism, etc.).

I will never Y/N nor will I give the reader a specific name (non-name-related nicknames & terms of endearment are fair game though).

I mostly write in the second person when writing from the reader’s perspective (the pronouns I use for the reader most commonly being you/your/yours/yourself) and in the third person limited when writing from the character’s perspective. This likely won’t have any impact on the requests you submit, but I still think it might be helpful to know that beforehand.

Please only send me the same request twice!!

That’s all for now! Be sure to check back (somewhat) regularly to make sure that the rules haven’t changed!! <3

[honeystwiggypeach]

First of many dates!

Single mom!Chrissy x Fem!Reader

Single mom!Chrissy masterlist!!(coming soon!)

Well…I definitely did not start working on this fic when I said I was going to😭I may rewrite this for my own sake because it feels everywheres😭but I do like the idea that I had!!!!

Tw~ Unplanned pregnancy, single parent(financial struggles that come with that and being a young parent!),rain, being kicked out, Jason is implied to be a bad dad(probably will involve him in later chapters who knows!)let me know if I missed anything!!!

You’d taken the same bus route since you were seven, it was a common one that went throughout the city and normally you’d gaze out the window the whole time occasionally bring a book with you to read.

So maybe that was why you noticed when Chrissy began to join the route…or maybe it was the fact that out of the whole bus she chose to sit next to you with her adorable little girl.

Chrissy has never had to ride a bus before, after she moved out of Hawkins to escape her toxic family and her ex-boyfriend Jason, she realized that if she was going to afford living expenses she might as well buy an annual pass, with Edith being so little the passes were cheaper anyways. Maybe that was why Chrissy left Hawkins? An unplanned pregnancy, her parents couldn’t have that, of course she glorified her reasoning for leaving when you’d asked telling you she wanted a change of scenery and better for little Edith which was true, she wasn’t really lying because she could have stayed in Hawkins but she wanted better for her daughter than what she was raised with growing up, so yeah she wasn’t lying to you!

Of course you thought that Chrissy and Edith were just the most precious people I mean Chrissy would probably give you the clothes off her back if you’d ask for them and little Edith was just the happiest little baby ever always going a little bashful as she turns to hide her face in her moms chest when you coo at her. You and Chrissy would always let out a little giggle at the way Edith would slowly turn her head to see if you two were still looking at her and when she’d be met with two pairs of eyes she’d let out a giggle as she rubbed her face on the familiar fabric of Chrissy’s sweater.

Today however, Chrissy had to trade in the worn sweater for a button down, she’d told you on the bus about how she had applied for a new job at a company nearby since she wanted to afford to a house instead of the apartment she was staying in where rent seemed to just gobble up her check along with the cost of utilities in the building.

But aside from the fact that she was going to an interview, she didn’t want to soak up any rain as it practically poured down outside.

The rain was a bit lighter when she had gotten down to drop Edith off at daycare, it was still earlier enough that there wasn’t a rush to get back on the bus so she’d managed to spend a few extra minutes with her little girl before she’d head off for the day.

The interview had gone well and Chrissy was pleasantly surprised to get a call back before she’d even made it home.

When she got in the bus you were already there, her shirt had clung to her arms and you could see the way her curls were heavy with water and you gave her an awkward smile moving over so she could sit beside you.

“I forgot my umbrella” she whispers and you watch as she ties her hair up into a tight little knot before clipping it to the back of her head in hopes that by the time you’d reached the daycare it would be dry.

Normally Chrissy would just get down at the daycare and hurry back home without the bus but as she peers out the door she fears that she’s going to be sopping wet when she gets back. She knows that Edith is going to try and cuddle up to her as soon as she picks her up and Chrissy hates that she’s not going to be able to indulge her little girl in her wants all because she forgot her umbrella.

You rummage through your purse for a moment before pulling your umbrella out, “here” you give her a little smile and Chrissys brows furrowed, normally you stop off here to she can’t just let you walk in the rain.

“You won’t take it will you? Fine we’ll both go than” you mutter a bit noticing the bud driver give Chrissy a confused look.

You’re practically dragging her alongside you as she protests, “Chrissy, you’ll get sick if you walk in the rain”

“But you will to?” She’s a bit confused as Edith perks up clapping her hands excitedly as you shut the umbrella.

“I might” you shrug, “but I don’t have a baby, and a new job” Chrissy smiles.

“Why don’t we wait out the rain at the little cafe?” She was pretty sure she got paid today so she could spend her money and cover rent.

“Only if you let me pay” You watch the way Chrissy playfully rolls her eyes, but she agrees.

And maybe that was your first date, or maybe it was the little movie night with Edith she invited you to that was your first date, or the dinner she invited you to that was your first date whoever knows it was probably the first date of many more.

Anywho! I think I’ll write a part two soon…definitely not tonight though, maybe tomorrow!!

[goldenbuckyyy]

MADE FOR LOVIN’ YOU

Summary: After catching your boyfriend cheating on you, you find an escape with your old best friend.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader, Jason Carver x fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.2kish

Warnings: Cheating (readers partner on reader), Angst, readers feelings are hurt, crying. SMUT (!!) slight dry humping, making out, vaginal fingering, raw sex, unprotected sex (!!!), multiple orgasms, dirty talk, cream pie, exhibitionism kink, seniors in high school, season 4 vibes, Eddie didn’t fail in this world. Anything else? Let me know!!

A/N: I got this request (idk why I can’t tag the person, but it’s @lilsp00nvstheworld) and holy shit!! I totally fell in love with it and then this happened!!! Song inspo: “I was made for lovin’ you” by KISS

All my mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other site nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions. Please message me your thoughts!!! It fuels me!

Masterlist

Eddie Munson hated Jason Carver. 

Absolutely hated him. 

He fucked hated his guts. The stupid blonde annoyed him to no fucking end. 

He hated the way he walked. The way he talked. The way he acted as if he was king of the school. He hated the way he acted superior because he was good at basketball. It was infuriating. 

He hated the way he was the golden boy of the school. 

Mr. Popular. 

He hated how just hearing his voice made Eddie’s blood boil. It made his insides turn. Made him want to vomit. Made him clench his fists in rage. 

He especially hated how he had stolen his best friend away from him. 

His best friend, Y/N. 

His best friend in the entire world. Aside from his hellfire club. You were always his number one. Ever since the third grade. 

But then, you both entered high school and you became a cheerleader. 

You had managed to balance both hellfire club and being a cheerleader. But then at the end of freshman year, you started dating fucking Jason Carver. 

And you chose him. 

You chose that ugly sack of shit. 

Eddie knows it wasn’t your decision. He knows Jason was the type of guy to give you an ultimatum. “Either you leave the hellfire club or I leave you” type of guy. 

So, you left the club. You couldn’t even meet Eddie’s eyes when you had told him on the day before summer break that freshman year. Eddie was distraught. He couldn’t believe it. He remembers clutching onto your hand, begging you to explain, but you simply tugged your hand away and ran to Jason’s side. 

Eddie remembers the smirk Jason gave him when you weren’t looking. That’s the day that fueled the hatred Eddie had against him. 

He tried endlessly that summer to talk to you again. But every single time he went to your house, you either weren’t there or you told your mom to tell her you didn’t feel well. The look of sympathy your mom gave him never stopped. 

Soon enough… he stopped trying. 

Now, almost three years later, you guys are seniors. In your last year of high school. 

And you’re still dating Jason Carver. Head cheerleader. The captain of the cheer squad. Best friends with Chrissy Cunningham. Miss popular. The most beautiful girl in school. Everyone loved you and without shame. 

You’re beautiful, kind, funny, caring, and a total babe. A real sweetheart. And Eddie missed you. Missed you every single day. 

He also thinks… 

Eddie thinks a part of him still loves you. Eddie thinks he’s always loved you a bit. Ever since you guys became best friends. But.. you were always out of his league. Even as stupid young kids. So, he never tried to make a move. 

And now, he hasn’t spoken to you since that day in freshman year. Not with lack of trying on his part. But he figured you were happy. Who was he to try and stop that? 

So, he stood in the background and let you be happy. 

He watched you prance around the hallways in your tiny green cheer uniform with Jason’s letterman jacket covering your upper body and his arm wrapped around your waist tightly. Never letting up. He’d kiss you sloppily against the lockers every chance he got and he’d even run his fingers in the inside of your thighs.

You’d instantly close your thighs, blushing furiously, telling him to stop, and he’d only try to keep going. 

It always made Eddie furious to see this, but he never intervened. You had been with Jason for over three years already. 

You knew him better than Eddie did. 

Now, Eddie was at a celebratory party for the basketball team winning the playoff game. Eddie didn’t really mind coming to parties. He enjoyed the free beer. He enjoyed providing his drugs to pretty girls and handsome guys. Sometimes… sometimes if the night felt right, he’d end up in bed next to someone.

But tonight was a little different. 

Because you were here, too. 

Usually you and Eddie partied with two completely different crowds. But since it was the basketball team that was being celebrated, surprisingly the two groups merged together into one big party. 

So there he was. 

Sipping on his beer, huddled into a corner, laughing with his friends, and he sees you from across the room. 

It’s almost like a magnet is attached to you by the way his eyes always find you in a crowded room. 

You’re looking around, peering over different shoulders, a confused look etched on your pretty face, and you look amazing tonight. 

Eddie bites his bottom lip as he zones out from the group conversation to admire you. 

Your outfit is simple, but Eddie still thinks you’re the prettiest girl in the room. You’re wearing a pair of high waisted jean shorts, a striped brown with yellow oversized sweater, and a pair of white chucks. Your hair is still in the teased updo from the basketball game and you look flawless. You’re still wearing the makeup from the game and your lips are glossy. What a beauty. 

Eddie watches you trying to peer over the groups of people. Probably searching for Jason. 

He hears you ask another cheerleader if they’ve seen him and she says that she thinks she saw him going outside with Chrissy. 

The way your face falls makes Eddie’s heart still and he sees you quickly turning on your heel and walking outside. 

Eddie isn’t sure why, but he follows you. He follows silently behind you, not hovering, but close enough to where he can see what you see. 

You make your way outside and you’re immediately peering over the dark corners of the backyard. You stop in your tracks when you see something from the corner of your eyes. You look down into the dark alleyway of the house and Eddie sees your frown with the tears filling your eyes at what you see. 

You instantly turn around and run inside, covering your face, and Eddie sees you running up the stairs. You didn’t even notice him a couple feet away. 

Eddie walks over and peers into the alleyway. He stops the gasp from escaping his throat when he sees your boyfriend, Jason Carver, making out with your best friend, Crissy Cunningham. 

He has her up against the wooden panels of the house, her leg is wrapped around his waist, and he can see Jason finger fucking her underneath her skirt. They don’t even notice the second pair of eyes that have caught them tonight. Completely lost in their own world. 

Eddie almost wants to beat him to a pulp right now, but he’s more worried about you than bashing Jason’s face in. 

So, Eddie leaves them and goes back into the house. He goes up the stairs because he saw you run up them and slowly starts opening each door he comes across. Hoping he doesn’t catch another pair going at it. 

But this is high school. He catches another girl riding some guy. He doesn’t catch their faces because he quickly closes the door shut. 

He mumbles a few cuss words and proceeds to go down the hallway. 

He opens the last door of the hall and that’s when he hears your soft cries. 

“Y/N?” He asks into the dark room as he walks into it. 

You quickly sniffle, wiping your tears away, and looking around for the voice. Your face crumbles when you see him. The moonlight shines bright through the open window, coating your features beautifully. 

“Eddie?” He hears your confused tone ask breathlessly in between a sob. 

Eddie quickly closes the door behind him as he walks into the room. Not wanting anybody to see you like this and rushes towards you. 

He’s reaching out for you out of instinct and your arms are falling around him, you melt into his body, your face buried into his chest, and his ringed hands go to your hair. He tries to console you the best he can with the teased ponytail you’re rocking, he sticks with just twirling your hair in his fingers, and you cry into his chest. 

“Shhh, it’s alright. Let it out,” he whispers to you as he wraps his free arm around your shoulders. 

“D-did you see?” You ask, sounding a bit muffled, into his chest. 

Eddie sighs, “He's a jackass. Doesn’t know what he has.” 

You continue to cry into his chest, trying to control your breathing by matching his own, and holding him tightly against you. 

“I’m so sorry, E-Eddie. I was such a bitch to you freshman year! Why are you even here right now? You should h-hate me,” you cry out as you tilt your head up to look at him. 

Eddie’s already looking down at you with a small smile on his lips, he caresses your cheek gently, wiping away your tears, “I could never hate you. Never.” 

“But—“ 

“Never,” he quickly cuts you off. “It’s high school. We all make mistakes.” 

Your cries stop momentarily as you take a second to look at Eddie. 

To really look at how much he’s changed in the past three years. 

He’s really grown into his features and wow, he’s hot. He’s always been sort of hot to you, but you knew it would never happen. Because he was always your nerdy best friend.

His hair is the longest it’s ever been. Long messy brown curls frame his face perfectly and teased in all the right places. His full pink lips are resting nicely, looking wet and kissable. His big puppy brown eyes are looking at you warmly. As if you’ve never done anything wrong before. And you know it’s not the case. Because you’ve been such an awful friend to him. 

You were supposed to be his best friend. And you betrayed him. 

You whimper are your thoughts and Eddie caresses your face again. 

“Hey, hey. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” 

“I’m… I’m really sorry, Eddie. I-I can’t believe I did that to you… and then now you’re consoling me about stupid Jason. God, I’m such an idiot!!” You move from his chest and cover your face with your hands, feeling angry with yourself for being so dumb, and ashamed for Eddie seeing you like this. 

“Hey, hey…” he grabs your hands, pulling them away from your face, and holds them in his big ones. 

“You’re not stupid, okay? He’s the stupid one. He’s the one who messed up here. Okay? Not you.” 

He sounds so sincere. You look at him with a pout. “What about you?“ 

“What about me, angel face?” Your old nickname slips out of his lips with ease and you flush under the darkness. 

“Do you forgive me?” You whisper low, feeling nervous, and your heart is racing. 

“I mean… of course, I do. I was… I was hurt. I’ve been hurt for a long time. But all I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy. And if Jason made you happy, then I let him make you happy.” 

“Oh, Eddie.” You wonder how his heart is still so big and caring even after all this time. 

You wonder why you didn’t fall in love with Eddie instead of Jason. Eddie would have never broken your heart. 

You find yourself moving closer into Eddie’s space again. Your head tilting up to his, your lips ghosting above his own, and you feel Eddie’s body tense up against yours. 

“What are you doing?” He quickly asks, his voice shaking slightly. 

“Make me forget, Eddie.” You say lightly at him, your lips moving towards him, and you touch his lips slightly with your own. You hover over them for a little bit. Wanting to see what he does. 

All you want is to forget and who better to help you… than Eddie. You’ve heard the rumors. You know he’s not a virgin anymore. You know he’s had plenty of sexual experiences. You’ve only had Jason. You want more than simple Jason. 

You want Eddie. You want Eddie to rock your world and help you forget about stupid blondie. 

“Please,” you whisper into his lips, your eyes peering up at him, and hoping he says yes. 

Eddie is looking down at you, watching your pretty eyes eating him up, and he’s hesitant on doing this with you. He’s always wanted you. Always wanted to have you in this way. And he’s not sure if he should now that he has the chance. 

But seeing the way your body is leaning over him, almost on top of him, your glossy lips hovering over his, he can smell your minty breath, and he knows you haven’t had a drop of alcohol. 

This is all you. 

Fuck it. 

Eddie surprises you by gripping your face with his big palms and pulling you into him. His lips crash against yours hungrily, you moan into his mouth instantly, your body melting into his, and his tongue fights its way into yours. 

He could taste your sweet lip gloss against his tongue and you could taste the slight beer on his. But you didn’t care. You could care less right now. 

You’ve never been kissed like this before. Fire erupts into your belly. 

His fast hands move down to grip your waist, pulling you more into his body, and he tugs you onto his lap after he adjusts himself onto the bed some more. 

You wrap your legs around his waist, back arching into his chest, and you both don’t break the kiss. Your teeth clashing against his slightly as you both try to get a quick breath of air between open mouth kisses. 

You can’t believe you’re kissing Eddie right now, but you can’t help but increase the speed in which you’re kissing. Your lips move against his hastily and hungrily. 

Eddie moans at your eagerness against him, his hands moving from your waist to your bare thighs right underneath your shorts, and he grips onto your naked flesh tightly. Which makes you grind your hips into his. 

Eddie pulls away with a groan as you tug onto his bottom lip. “Fuck,” he mutters as he watches you grind yourself into him again, your arms wrapped around his shoulders limply, and you look beautiful sitting on his lap. 

You both are breathing heavily, staring into each other’s eyes, asking without any words if this is really happening, and you both simultaneously lean into each other to continue kissing. 

His hands are tugging at the bottom of your sweater, trying to untuck it from your jean shorts, you pull away from him, leaning back on his thighs, and hitch up your hips to him. 

“Fuck, are you sure?” He asks, breathlessly. His eyes locking with yours. 

“Mhmmm,” you moan out, biting your lip. 

With ease, Eddie unbuttons your jean shorts, tugging down the zipper, and untucking your sweater. 

You don’t bother waiting to see what he does, your hands go down to the hem of your sweater, and you pull it over your head. Exposing your breasts which are covered in a black lacy bra, almost popping out of the cups due to all the movement you’ve been doing. 

Eddie’s eyes move from your hips up to your breasts slowly, “Holy shit. You’re fucking…” His words stop flat in their tracks as his swollen lips pout in awe. 

He moves his hands to cover your breasts and he squeezes them into his palms. 

You gasp out in pleasure, rolling your hips against him, and moaning loudly when you feel how hard he is underneath you. 

“Like that?” He asks you and you can only nod at his question. Waiting for his next move. 

He lowers his head and starts leaving small peppered kisses all over the top of your breasts. You pant as he continues to move between both breasts and he unclasps your bra with his free hand. 

The straps of your bra fall down your shoulders, your arms still wrapped around his shoulders, and you proceed to lean back to let your bra fall off your chest. 

Eddie pulls away slowly when he sees what you’re doing and his eyes never leave your breasts. You let your bra fall off your arms and onto the ground slowly as you watch Eddie watching you.

He then takes his time palming each of your breasts in his big palms. Pinching your nipples in between his thumb and index fingers. Then, he goes on to lick and suck your nipples. Taking his time making sure you’re feeling the most absolute pleasure in everything he’s doing. 

Your head tilts back in a moan, reveling in the bliss, and you don’t think Jason has ever taken the time in loving your body like this before. 

Even when you lost your virginity to him, it was in and out. All these feelings were new to you and you didn’t want it to end. 

Is this what it feels like to have a man worship your body? 

Has Eddie always been this giving to his past lovers? 

Eddie continues to kiss each of your breasts, leaving small bruises to remember this night all over your delicate skin, and he moves one of his hands to run his fingers along the curve of your waist. He smirks when he feels your body break out into goosebumps. 

“Eddie,” you whine in wanting more, your eyes closed, and legs trying to grip onto him. Trying to relieve some of the built up pressure you’re feeling in your center. 

“I got you,” he whispers into your neck as he sucks a bruise into it. 

Your hands move underneath his shirt, trying to remove it to feel more of him, and he lets you. 

You admire his naked skin, running your hands down his chest, and touching his new tattoos that you didn’t even know he had. And he smiles down at you. A toothy smile. 

“Hot, huh?” He asks with a wink. 

“You don’t even know,” you reply, kissing his lips again. 

He kisses you slowly this time, but with the same sense of hunger. You almost jump when you feel his hand sneak into your panties. 

You gasp out as you feel his fingers spread you open, feeling how wet you are, and he moans with you. 

“Fucking drenched, angel face. All for me,” he says as he continues to cup your pussy with his hand, spreading you open, and slipping a finger into you with ease. 

He slowly opens you up with one finger, his movements slightly constricted because of your shorts, but it doesn’t stop him. He continues to finger fuck you, inserting a second finger when he feels you’re ready, and goes in between your breasts to kiss each of them. 

You’re already whining above him once again. His thick fingers feeling so good inside of you, clenching your eyes shut in pleasure, and you start rolling your hips against him to try and catch your impending orgasm. 

Eddie moves away from your breasts and chooses to simply just watch you come undone in front of him. 

He can’t believe he has you like this right now. 

He watches the way your chest heaves up and down, your skin coated in a light coat of sweat, your eyes closed with your head tilted back, but you have a smile on your face. Your body is feeding off of the pleasure you’re feeling. 

And Eddie is reveling in it. 

He inserts a third finger, which makes you moan loudly, and he moves his thumb to your swollen clit. Which causes another loud rippling moan to escape from your lips. 

Your hands move from the back of his neck to intertwine into his locks and Eddie continues with his movements. 

He can already feel your legs twitching with your closing orgasm. 

He wonders for a second if Jason ever made you come undone like this. He seems too self involved in himself. 

He pushes Jason out of his mind and focuses on you again. The way your jaw is slacked open, soft whimpers coming out, and you’re riding his fingers so perfectly. 

“Almost there, baby?” Eddie asks you and you can only whine in response. 

He adds a bit more pressure on your clit with his thumb and continues to move his fingers into your tight walls. Your thighs clench around him, your lower stomach getting that familiar feeling that you usually get only with your own fingers, and you whimper sweetly above Eddie. 

Your fingers grip onto his roots when you finally feel your orgasm take complete control over your body. Your legs are shaking, tears are pricking the corner of your eyes, and an exasperated scream breaks out of your throat as Eddie only increases the speed of his fingers. Milking out your orgasm as best as he can and he’s smiling like an idiot underneath you as he admires your blissed out state. 

He slows down his fingers inside of you, sucking on the bottom of his lips, his eyes taking you in so greedily, and you pant above him. Your body relaxes against him in your post orgasm haze. 

Your soft eyes slowly open, taking him in, and smiling when you feel how hard he still is under you. You untangle your hands from his hair and hold his face in your palms. You peck his lips, licking his bottom lip, and proceed to suck a bruise slowly into his neck. Smiling to yourself when you see the pretty purple bruise against his milky soft skin. 

Eddie let’s put a moan at your actions, eyes hooded, and a dizzy smile on his face. He slips out his fingers from inside your shorts and grips into your waist. He gently lifts you up over his legs and you stand up in front of him. Your hands resting on his naked shoulders as your legs feel unsteady underneath you. 

He starts tugging on the bottom of your shorts, pulling them down, letting them fall to your ankles, as you kick off your shoes, and watch his eyes fall down to your lacy pair of black panties. 

“Fuck,” he mutters out, you reach down to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his pants hastily, and trying to tug them off as he’s sitting down still. He chuckles at your frustrated grunts, “Eager there?” You roll your eyes playfully and cross your arms over your chest. 

Eddie mutters something under his breath and stands up, towering over you. 

He kicks off his dirty Reebok’s, shoves his jeans down with all the chains hanging off the hoops, and brings down his boxers with them. 

His thick, red-rimmed, hard cock springs out from the fast movement. Your thighs immediately clench together at the mere sight of him. 

“Fuck me,” you blurt out and blush at your own comment. 

“I will,” he replies cockily, his fingers reaching down to the sides of your panties, and he slowly pulls them down. 

The cold air hits your warm pussy, making your entire body break out into goosebumps, and you shiver slightly as you kick off your undies. 

Your pussy is glistening in front of Eddie and he can’t take his eyes off of you. 

“Look at that,” he whispers. His fingers spread you open, “Glistening and all wet for me. C’mere.” His grabby hands hold your waist again as he helps you come back and sit on his lap. His cock sitting pretty in between you and you can’t wait to feel him inside of you. 

You lean back, one of his hands is holding you by your back, and the other is holding his cock. 

You lift your hips up, mouth open in a whine when you feel him move himself in between your folds, his pre cum spilling into you, and your wetness coating his thick cock. 

His ringed fingers grip your flesh as he aligns you above his cock and swiftly slides into you with one movement. Bottom out in you easily, your tight walls suctioning him in, and you both whine at the connection. 

Finally. 

Your arms hold onto his shoulders, nails digging into them, and your head falls into his shoulder as you whine at how big and thick he feels inside of you. 

You’ve never felt so full before. 

You’ve never felt so open. So spread out. Your walls burn at how thick he is. 

His cock is fitting perfectly inside of you, letting your body adjust to his size, and he almost comes undone when he feels you squeezing against him. Trying to feel more of him. His fingers digging into the fullest part of your hips as you both adjust to each other’s warmth. 

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking big!” You whine out, biting the flesh around his neck, and leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses. 

“Me? F-fuck, you’re fueling my ego. You’re pussy is fucking heavy, angel face.” 

His grip on you never falters as he starts to move you up slowly, the tip of his cock at your entrance, and he moves you back down again. 

You both whine again, feeling so blissful, so fucking wonderful. 

“You feel amazing,” he mutters out into the curve of your neck, biting down gently, and he continues using your body as he pleases. Continues moving you up and down on his hard, pulsating cock. His hips meet yours as you start to increase the speed. 

Rolling your hips into him as he moves you as he wishes, both moaning together, and the sweet smell of sex starts filling the room. 

Eddie suddenly grips both of your hands, moving them behind your back, and holding them by the wrist in one of his own. He holds you steady, your body leaning back, but his cock never stops moving inside of you. You feel fucking amazing right now. Never having felt like this before. 

You both look down at the same moment, both watching the way his cock pulls out of you and swiftly enters back into your soaked pussy, and they way you both enjoy watching. 

Your nails dig into your hands in pleasure, your wetness soaking his thighs, and Eddie moves his head down to your breasts. You arch your back to give him more access as he swirls his tongue over one of your hard nipples, you cry at the pleasure that rocks into your spine, and he moves one of his free hands to massage your other breast. 

“You fit my cock perfectly, fuck. You’re taking me so g-good. Oooohhh, honey. You feel like heaven, angel.” His thrusts only increase in speed, the sound of thighs hitting against each other fills the room, with the loud sound of his cock destroying your pussy. 

You can feel your orgasm building up once again and it’s as if he can tell because he releases his hold on your wrist. You instantly reach down in between your bodies, and cry out when you finally reach your awaiting clit. You hold onto Eddie with your free arm wrapped around his shoulders and he buries his head against your breasts, but continues to hold your hips to keep the pace fast and hard. 

“Oh, f-fuck!! E-Eddie, I’m s-so fucking close. D-don’t stop! Are you close?” You whine out, increasing the speed of your finger against your clit, and you squeeze his cock inside of you with your velvety walls. 

“Oh, sweetheart.. I’m fucking close. Keep going, k-keep touching yourself,” he sucks a couple more bruises into your breasts and then he moves his big hands to the bottom of your ass, cupping both cheeks roughly as his thrusts continue to enter you deeply. 

Your head is tilted back, jaw slacked, mouth open in your whining, your bodies melting together into one, and you feel your orgasm almost taking over. 

“That’s it,” he coos you and then suddenly, you hear the door open loudly. The door hitting the wall in a bang, but Eddie’s doesn’t stop your movements and you don’t either. 

“What the fuck?! Y/N! What the fuck are you doing with this f-fucking freak?!” You hear your boyfriend's loud voice yelling into the room, but you don’t care. All you care about is your orgasm. You need to come undone on Eddie’s cock. That’s the only thing on your mind right now. 

“Shut the fuck up, Carver! And look at your beautiful fucking girlfriend drunk on my cock,” Eddie yells back at him and you finally reach your climax, tears prickling the corner of your eyes. 

“NO! What the fuck?!” Jason yells from the door, slamming his closes fists onto the wall next to him, his eyes locked onto your fucked out body on top of Eddie, and he can’t look away. 

The stimutanous feeling of Eddie fucking you hard and the pressure you’re putting on your clit feels overpowering. And somehow being caught by Jason fuels a kink you didn’t know you had. 

A loud scream explodes from your throat and Eddie follows suit with a loud groan. His thrusts don’t slow down, instead your release triggers his own, his cum spurts out and coats your walls, your pussy clenching around him, squirting on him, and your thighs are shaking. The most overwhelming orgasm you’ve ever felt consumes you. 

“Be fucking loud,” Eddie demands against your neck as he watches you come undone. 

Your whining loudly still, your vision turns hazy with spots filling the corners, your hands gripping onto him as you come down from your climax, and you let out a breath of satisfaction. Your body feels like jelly against his. 

Eddie’s breathing is jagged underneath you, a smirk on his face as he pulls himself away from your breasts, and you finally take a look at the door. 

Jason is standing there, a shocked look on his face, mouth dropped, wide eyes, and he’s speechless. 

You can’t help, but notice how hard his dick is in his khaki colored pants. 

Eddie must have noticed, too. 

“Liked the show, Carver?” He asks cockily as he gently lifts you up over his throbbing cock, you hiss at the sensation and the emptiness. You stand up and you clench your thighs together when you feel Eddie’s cum leaking out of you. 

Jason doesn’t even speak. He’s only watching. His eyes moving down your naked bruised body and locking onto your fucked out pussy. 

Eddie maneuvers his hand in between your thighs, his eyes on Jason, and pushes his cum back inside of you. The squelching sound of his cum getting pushed back inside of you makes your knees buckle. 

You moan at the feeling, squeezing around his fingers, and you look at Jason. 

“I saw you with Chrissy,” you say causally and his eyes snap to your face. “We’re obviously over. So… maybe get the fuck out?“ 

Jason looks as white as a ghost and he quickly rushes out the room, slamming the door shut behind him. 

Eddie’s fingers are still in you when you look down at him and he’s already looking at you, with a smirk on his face and he bursts out laughing. You follow suit, a loud giggle bursting through your lips. 

“Did you see his face?“ He asks between his laughs. 

“It was priceless,” you say as you kiss his lips. 

“Mmm,” he moans into your lips, “Pussy so tight for me. Filled with my cum.” 

“Want to go again?” You ask, eyes glittering with want as you met his own. 

“Fuck yeah, but I want to take you home instead.” 

“Okay,” you whisper against his lips with a smile and a small kiss. 

[idontfriggingknoww]

TRAITOR

Paired up: eddie munson x reader, chrissy cunningham x eddie munson

Synopsis: when the reader and eddie munson got quits, eddie dated chrissy.

TW: ANGST, PURE ANGST, EDDIE BEING AN ASSHOLE

note: idk, it just pops out of my mind. as i said before, english is not my first language, so please bear with me, i appreciate if you correct me. anyway its not proofread so, there's some wrong grammars and sh1ts. so yeah! enjoy!!! oh, and credits to johnclayton mayer for this cute gif ;>

"what the hell Y/N?!!" eddie shouted when you walked out on him.

"yeah eddie, what the freaking hell! chrissy fvcking cunningham called. and what was she said? she did'nt even let me speak first! 'thankyou eddie for last night, i had a great time' " you imitate chrissys tone last night.

"you're with her last night. the night where i'm here on your bed, waiting for you to fvcking show up and comfort me. telling me that you're not mad anymore, that we're gonna talk about it and fix it. and what did you do? where did you go? TO FVCKING CUNNINGHAMS FOR WHAT?! FOR YOU TO FVCKING COMFORT HER?"

"y/n you're being paranoid, chrissy.. she's uh- her mom abuses her. she needs more comfort you know? please understand me, chrissy is your friend right?"

"no eddie.. thats enough, im done. im tired of this bullshits" you get your things and run away crying, from his home, your ex-home, from him.

"did you heard the news?" robin asked while she occupy the chair next to your seat.

im in the cafeteria because it lunch, and three more subjects and im going home. i cant wait.

"nope, and not interested" u answered not looking up.

"its about eddie, eddie munson. the president of hellfires club? your ex?"

"okay, now im more not interested"

"eddie munson and chrissy cunningham are dating" your ears ringed, you drop your utensils.

its been 2 weeks since you guys broke up.

wtf

as if on cue, eddie and chrissy got inside the cafeteria and walk through your side.

you just continue eating, robin look at you with pity.

a single tear drop from your eyes and another and another, you did'nt realize you're crying.

you look at them and they look happy..

'guess he did'nt cheat, but he's still a traitor.

this is a little short, but yeah! i hope you like it. ask/message me for requests ;>

[depressedbagpipe]

The Freak and the Jedi (Eddie Munson x female!Henderson!reader)

Chapter two: Vecna's Curse

Words: 3829 Warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs, homicide, canon-typical themes, me not understanding how brother-sister relationships work, me not knowing how to hint past romance despite having read persuasion by jane austen A/N: hello there :) here's part II! I'm following the show's events, as you can tell, and I promise you'll see more of Eddie in the future, but right now we have very little. also, the gifs i use to separate do not even belong to season 4 sometimes so just... use them as a reminder of what fetus!dustin looked like ;) Taglist: @authorlovers, @angiewhoohooo, @thatsamegirl, @lizzy-95, @elleeeee21, @tanyaherondale, @le-who-zer-her

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Chapter two: Vecna's Curse

The sound of the doorbell woke me up. I groggily raised my head from under the covers, my eyes adjusting to the light filtering through the window. Footsteps were heard on the other side of the door, and my mom’s worried voice asking someone if they were alright. 

With a sigh a threw the covers off my body, cold reaching my bones as I opened the door and followed the sound of my mother’s weeps.

“What the hell is going on?” I asked, finding Max in my living room next to a confused-looking Dustin and my mom holding and kissing Tews on the head repeatedly. “Hey, Max,” I greeted her.

“Hi,” she waved back, despite her tense face. She sent a pointed look to Dustin, who quickly grabbed her elbow and took her into his room, closing the door behind them.

“That was weird,” I laughed it off, but my face fell at the sight of my mom. “What happened?” 

She merely pointed to the TV, the local news warning about the death of a student from our high school, yet no mention of who it was. I frowned instantly, my brain racking every single person I knew at the school, wondering if they were alright. 

“This town is cursed,” my mom wept into the cat.

I nodded. “I can’t argue with that,” I answered. 

My heart dropped as the news showed the sign of Forest Hills Trailer Park, and paramedics ushering a stretcher outside a trailer I was too familiar with. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the screen, thinking the worst of thoughts at the sight. My heart beat loudly in my chest, my feet moving involuntarily towards Dustin’s room.

“Chrissy Cunningham?” Dustin’s voice was muffled by the door. “You’re sure it was Chrissy?”

“Yes, she was in her cheerleader outfit,” Max answered. “Same thing she was in when I saw her with Eddie.”

I felt light-headed at the information, yet I still opened the door and went inside.

“What? Chrissy was with Eddie?” my heart broke a little as I recited my thoughts out loud.

Max nodded at me. “Yeah, I saw the two get into his trailer last night.”

I sat down on Dustin’s bed, trying to process the words.

“Did you tell all this to the cops?” Dustin was staring at Max incredulously, his mind clearly trying to figure out the missing pieces of the puzzle. 

Max shook his head at him. “No, no, but I can’t be the only one who saw them together. I mean, they stood out,” she responded. 

“Eddie, the freak, with Chrissy, the cheerleader?” Dustin asked once more, walking around his room. 

Even I had trouble picturing the two of them together. I suddenly remembered my encounter with Eddie in the hall, something about a special delivery. 

I wonder if that’s what he meant, I thought. 

Max nodded, clearly getting worked up. “Exactly! You know, his name’s not in the news yet or anything, but I guarantee you Eddie is suspect number one right now.”

Cold shivers went down my spine at her statement, knowing it was true. “That’s crazy,” was the only thing I could say, too stunned to speak. 

“Eddie didn’t do this, no way!” Dustin was now standing in front of Max, throwing his hands in disbelief. “No way!”

“But we can’t rule it out!” Max tried to argue, but Dustin was too far gone. 

My eyes were fixed on a spot on the wall, listening to them arguing.

“Yes, we can!” Dustin yelled at her.

“Dustin!” Max yelled back at him.

He stood before her. “You don’t know him like I do, Max! Okay?” I wanted to snort at him. If he only knew. “When we got to high school, Lucas made all his sports friends. Mike and me? I mean, no one was nice to us. No one except Eddie,” Dustin’s words broke my heart, knowing his year hadn’t been easy for him, but not fully knowing the extent of the situation.

“Hey,” I butted in, touching his arm lightly behind him.

“Not one but Eddie and you, but it’s kind of lame having your only friend be your sister,” he looked back at me with a soft smile. 

I grinned back at him in support. “That’s true.”

Max was already shaking her head even before Dustin looked back at her. “Okay, well, they said the same shit about Ted Bundy,” she tried to excuse herself, but even I was getting angry at her accusations. “Yeah, he’s like a super nice guy, but then he’s murdering women on the weekend.”

“So you’re saying Eddie is like Ted Bundy?” I harshly glanced at her, feeling defensive of Eddie. He was many things, but a killer was not one of them.

Max’s eyes were almost fearful as she looked at me. “No, I’m not saying… I’m saying that we can’t presume anything, okay?” she struggled, sighing in defeat. “But it doesn’t look good for Eddie.”

I kept staring at her, suddenly remembering Dustin’s previous question. “Why haven’t you told the cops this?”

Dustin sat down on his bed as well, the two of us staring at the redhead with questioning eyes.

Max crossed her arms. “I… I don’t know,” but her face was hiding something.

“You don’t know?” Dustin repeated after her, almost mockingly.

We both knew there was something more.

With a sigh, Max sat down between us. “After I saw Eddie and Chrissy go in the trailer…” my heart leaped at the thought of them together. “Something else happened. Nothing that weird or anything, I mean… Eddie always drives like a maniac, and the power goes off at my place all the time. It’s a piece of shit,” I put my hand on her back comfortingly. “But, this morning I started to think back, and… I don’t know, the look on his face… he was scared, guys. Really scared,” tension radiated off my body. Something deep in my gut told me something really bad had happened. “Maybe he was scared because, you know, he just killed someone, or… maybe, because, I don’t know, maybe…” Max kept trailing off, fear clinging to her every word. 

 “Something else killed her,” Dustin finished her sentence, staring at a blank spot on the ground after Max nodded.

“But that’s impossible, right?” Max slightly laughed to herself, brushing it off, yet Dustin’s face remained tight. 

“I don’t know. It should be,” 

I too was staring at nothing when I finally spoke, my voice barely a whisper. “We’ve dealt with impossible before.”

“There’s only one person who knows what actually happened,” Dustin was already getting up with a determined face.

Max responded quickly. “Eddie.”

I sighed loudly. “Alright, give me five minutes to change,” I ran to my room, getting ready for the chase.

“Have you talked to anyone else?” Dustin asked Max as he led her through the house. 

“No, I can’t find Lucas or Nancy, and Mike’s in…” Max started, only to be caught off by him.

“California. Shit, shit, shit.” 

Dustin quickly opened the door, leaving our bewildered mother behind us.

“Dusty, where are you going?” she asked from her place on the couch.

“To see a friend,” he answered as he opened the door. 

“You heard the news! It’s not safe!” she called after him. 

I rapidly left my room, putting on my jacket as I rushed to the door, car keys in my hands, and pressing a quick kiss onto her forehead. “That’s why I’m coming,” I joined Dustin at the door.

“We’ll be careful. Thanks. Love you. Bye,” he closed the door behind us and we quickly piled into the car. 

“Where are we going?” I asked as I started the car, blindly following Dustin.

“We can’t go to the trailer park, it’s swarmed with cops,” Max said. 

Dustin nodded. “We need phones they can’t trace back to us,” he said. “How many do you have at work?” he asked me.

“Only one,” I answered, thinking back to the old phone sitting at the far end of the counter of the music store I worked at, probably getting drowned in dust for we never used it.

“Then Family Video.”

I parked the car in a rush, the three of us quickly opening the doors to the store and running to the front desk where Steve and Robin were seated watching the TV.

“Hey, Steve,” Dustin called. 

“Did you guys see this?” Steve asked us.

Dustin paid him no attention. “How many phones do you have?” he asked them.

“Someone was murdered,” Steve kept going, ignoring Dustin’s question.

Of course, Dustin got annoyed pretty quickly. “How many phones do you have?” he was gripping the counter hard, trying to get his point across.

“Two, why?” Steve asked confused.

Robin also answered. “Technically three, if you count Keith’s in the back,” she pointed towards the back.

Dustin and I looked at Max, who nodded. “Yeah, three works.”

Steve was bored. “What are you doing?”

With that, Dustin dumped his backpack on the counter, sliding it to the other side and making it fall to the floor by Steve’s feet, making him and Robin yell in annoyance. Dustin then jumped over the counter and slid across it, falling on his feet and sitting down on Robin’s seat next to the computer, quickly putting himself to work.

“What are you doing, man?” Steve was trying to get him out of the seat, but Dustin wasn’t moving any time soon.

“Setting up base of operations here,” he started typing on the keyboard.

“Base of operations?” Robin asked as she picked up Dustin’s mess.

Max and I rolled our eyes at my brother, walking around the counter to its entrance and standing next to him as we stared at the screen. 

“Stop! Get off of that!” Steve told him, but Dustin kept typing away.

“No, I need it!” 

“For what?”

“Eddie’s friends’ phone numbers,” Dustin answered, searching in their database for the rest of the Hellfire Club members.

Steve sighed in annoyance. “Oh, Eddie, your new best friend you think is cooler than me because he plays your nerdy game?” 

“Now you know how I feel,” I muttered under my breath.

“Yes,” Dustin said as he looked at Steve. “I never said that!” he defended himself once he realized Steve’s words.

I took Dustin’s lead and searched on the computer as he argued with Steve, my eyes scanning for their familiar names.

“Seriously, you guys, maybe on a Monday you can play around here like toddlers, but it’s Saturday. It’s our busiest day,” Robin kept working.

I called after her. “Alright, look, Robin, I totally empathize, but this cannot wait until Monday.” 

Dustin wrote down the numbers on paper.

“Why? ‘Cause calling all of Eddie’s friends is an emergency?” she kept restocking the tapes, Steve following. 

“Correct!” Dustin yelled at them as Max and I kept searching the database. “Can you guys fill them in while I do this?” he pleaded as he gripped the pencil, his knuckles white with force.

“Hello, Mr. Munson. It’s me,” I spoke softly into the phone. I twirled the cable in my fingers, nervous about the interaction. “Are you alright? Have you heard from Eddie today?”

Wayne Munson sighed on the other side. “I guess. I haven’t. Not since yesterday morning before class,” he answered.

“I’m really sorry about everything, Mr. Munson. I can’t begin to imagine how awful it must have been,” I said with sincerity, hoping I could somehow comfort him.

“I appreciate it, kid,” he went silent for a few seconds. “I need to go, cops are registering every inch of my house,” he spoke, as stoic as ever.

I nodded. “Yeah, I get it. If Eddie gets home, can you give me a call? I need to know he’s alright,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“Of course, kid. Bye,” Wayne ended the call. 

I held the phone in my hands for a few seconds, sitting on the corner of the store, away from prying ears, while Robin and Steve took turns making calls and attending to the customers. I didn’t want any of them to listen to my call with Eddie’s uncle, yet even his ignorance of his nephew’s whereabouts was not reassuring.

“Hey, guys, I might have a lead,” Max spoke from her place at the counter.

“Seriously?” Dustin’s face lit up.

“Yeah, apparently, Eddie gets his drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there,” Max explained.

“That sounds promising. Where does Reefer Rick live?” Robin asked. I too looked expectantly at her.

“See, that’s the thing. No one knows. He’s more of a… a legend, than someone that people actually know,” she continued.

I racked my brain for any lead, thinking back to all of our conversations. 

“What about a last name?” Dustin offered.

“I don’t know that either,” Max started to look defeated.

Steve spoke suddenly. “Bet the cops know the last name,” his back was to us, and he turned around, seemingly disinterested in our pursue. “I mean, listen, if this Reefer Rick is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he’s been busted at some point. Means he’s in the system.”

“The cops? Really, Steve? That’s your suggestion?” Dustin was exasperated, overly bothered with the older boy and his constant complaining. 

“I mean, I just think they should be filled in on what we know, what’s going on.”

“You think Eddie’s guilty, don’t you?” I asked, knowing jealousy was reeking off him.

Steve waved his hand around. “Whoa, I believe in ‘innocent until proven guilty,’ and all that constitutional shit. I just, you know, just don’t think we can rule it out,” he brought his palms together, looking at us as if wanting us to understand his concerns.

“That’s precisely what we’re trying to do here, Steve,” even Max looked offended.

“And maybe we’d have a little bit more luck if you spent less time trying to find a girlfriend and more time trying to find Eddie,” Dustin kept going.

Steve quickly counter-attacked. “Oh well, somebody has to attend to the customers!”

“Especially if they’re babes, right?” Robin winked at him, making me giggle at her, not oblivious to Steve’s intentions.

“Hey, not fair, okay? I attend to all customers equally, babes and non-babes alike,” said he, completely ignoring the guy that had just entered the store. “We’ve got a very big selection in here. It can be super overwhelming for people.” 

“Yeah, it can be,” Robin ran to the computer with a twinkle in her eye.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I stood behind her, seeing her fingers dance over the keyboard.

“Maybe we don’t need a last name. Twelve Ricks have accounts here,” she read off the screen after a couple of beeps from the computer.

“That’s a lot of Ricks,” Max commented, looking at the list.

“So let’s narrow it down.”

It was only a matter of seconds before Robin found Reefer Rick's address.

The five of us arrived at 2121 Holland Road late at night, making sure nobody was around to see us. Lover’s Lake was peaceful at midnight, yet we all remained on high alert searching for Eddie.

Dustin loudly banged on the door yelling for Eddie, but not a sound was heard from the inside. 

“Eddie! It’s Dustin! Look, we just wanna talk, okay? No cops, I swear. We just wanna help!” he kept yelling as Robin, Max, and I scattered around, looking through the windows for any movement inside.

Steve and Dustin kept arguing at the door, but the moment was interrupted with Max’s call from the side of the house. 

“Hey, guys?” her flashlight pointed towards something in the distance. 

I quickly stood beside her, following her beam of light to see a shed by the water with a single bulb on by the door. 

“He’s gotta be there,” I mumbled under my breath, simply knowing Eddie was hiding on the other side.

The shed’s door wasn’t locked, and I opened it slowly, sticking my head inside as I called softly. “Hello?” I walked inside, searching for him as the rest followed after me. 

We all looked around, looking for places where Eddie could be hiding.

“Is anyone home?” Robin asked.

“What a dump,” Steve commented with a disgusted face, turning his flashlight off and grabbing an oar from the wall. His gaze was fixed on the single boat standing in the middle of the shed.

He forcefully started stabbing the inside of the boat, covered by a tarp.

“What are you doing?” Dustin asked alarmed as Steve kept going.

“He might be in here,” he tried sounding nonchalant, yet he kept walking around the boat, paddle in hand and determination on his face.

“So take the tarp off!” I yelled at Steve, worrying for Eddie if he turned out to be underneath.

“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off!” Steve told me, but I didn’t move. Truth is, I was anxious.

“Hey, look over here,” Max called, staring at a table full of half-drank beers and uneaten food. “Someone was here,” she told Robin, who stood next to her.

She shrugged. “Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran,” she offered. 

“There are no other doors here. We would’ve seen him leave,” I noticed, panic setting in at the prospect of breaking in into someone else’s house looking for someone who wasn’t here.

“Don’t worry. Steve will get him with his oar,” Dustin’s comment made me laugh out loud, for Steve kept going at it at the boat. 

“I know you think you’re being funny, Henderson, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died about a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slightest,” he was interrupted by a big yell, a huge figure suddenly emerging from the boat as soon as he stopped prodding it with the oar, jumping over the boat and grabbing Steve and pushing him against the wall, sharp glass from a broken beer bottle pointed to his neck.

“Whoa, stop, Eddie!” Dustin yelled, his arm extended to him, trying to calm him down. Eddie looked at him, his face hard, yet fear clouding his eyes. “It’s me! Dustin!” he continued. “This is Steve, he’s not gonna hurt you. Right, Steve?”

Steve was whispering. “Right, yeah.”

“Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” Dustin ordered Steve, but the second he dropped it, Eddie pushed the glass nearer, nearly piercing his skin. Steve groaned in pain. “He’s cool, he’s cool,” Dustin offered once again, his hands extended to Eddie as if approaching a raging beast.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie muttered in a low voice that sent shivers down my spine.

“We’re looking for you!” I said softly. Eddie suddenly turned his head, his eyes widening when he saw me standing behind Dustin. “We’re here to help.”

“Eddie,” Dustin claimed his focus. “These are my friends. You know Robin, from band. This is my friend Max, the one who never wants to play D&D. You know my sister, too,” we all individually waved at him, smiling reassuringly at him. “Eddie, we’re on your side. I swear on my mother,” I hit him on the back of his head, yet nodded fiercely. “Right, guys?”

“Yes, yes, we swear on their mother,” I too hit Robin on the back of her head, hearing Steve repeat her words.

“Stop swearing on my mother,” I whined, in an attempt to calm Eddie down.

He finally dropped Steve, walking a few steps back and sliding down on the wall until he was sitting on a small bench with a disturbed look on his face, still gripping the bottle.

“Eddie, we just want to talk,” Dustin crouched in front of him. He reached for the glass but Eddie put it away quickly, his gaze fixed on the ground in front of him. 

I too crouched next to him, my hand slowly reaching for his knee, the way I knew always calmed him down. His legs stopped trembling but he still didn’t look at us. 

“We wanna know what happened,” I whispered, wishing I could just hold him once more. 

“You won’t believe me,” he looked at me, tears streaming down his face. 

“Try us.”

“Her body just, like, lifted up into the air and, uh… and she just, like, hung there. In the air. And her bones… Uh, she… Her bones started to snap. Her eyes, man, it… it was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling,” his voice broke several times, his eyes glazed as he remembered.  “I… I didn’t know what to do, so I… I ran away. I left her there,” he scoffed, shaking his head. “You all think I’m crazy, right?”  

“No. We don’t think you’re crazy,” Dustin started, but Eddie was far too upset.

“Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds!” Eddie shouted.

“We’re not bullshiting you,” Max said.

“We believe you,”  I reached for his hand, his warmth encompassing my cold one. My finger pads lightly caressed his calloused ones, goosebumps rising on my arm at the touch I had missed over the years. 

Dustin took a deep breath. “Look, what I’m about to tell you might be a little… difficult to take.”

Eddie nodded, unconvinced. “Okay…”

“You know how people say Hawkins is… cursed? They’re not way off,” I braced myself, my heart thumping as the one thing I feared the most was happening before my eyes, or rather, had already happened. “There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours.”

Eddie interrupted him. “Like ghosts and shit?”

Max continued. “There are some things worse than ghosts.”

“These monsters from this other world… we thought they were gone. But they’ve come back before. That’s why we needed to find you.” 

“If they’re back again, we need to know,” I pleaded to no one, hoping Eddie could understand the gravity of the situation.

“That night, did you see anything?” Robin asked him. 

“Dark particles, maybe?” Max offered.

Eddie shook his head. 

“It would almost look like dust, swirling dust,” Dustin explained.

Eddie shook his head again. “No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh, or touch. You know, I tried to wake her, man, she couldn’t move. It was like she… she was in a trance or something,” he recalled.

“Or under a spell,” Dustin commented, his voice almost reaching somewhere.

“A curse,” Eddie looked directly at Dustin, a feeling of understanding settling between the two of them.

“Vecna’s curse,” Dustin finished. 

“Who’s Vecna?” Steve suddenly spoke.

“An undead creature of great power,” Dustin answered.

Eddie followed. “A spell caster.”

“A dark wizard,” Dustin’s vacant look scared me.

“Eddie,” I called him. “Did the lights flicker?” my voice trembled, fearing the worst.

His widening eyes were enough of an answer, making me exchange worried glances with Max. 

Something bad was happening, and we had no idea what it was.

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