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love is kinda crazy (with a spooky little boy like you) | E.M.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: [2.4k] eddie takes you on that halloween date. it doesn’t go quite like you expected.

warnings: pure fluff, a little awkward date shenanigans, r is described as having frizzy hair and wearing prescription glasses, r also has an (unnamed) sister

a/n: ah! i’ve been dying to write and post a part two for this fic since halloween and i thought there was no better time to post it than now! happy valentine’s day 🖤

masterlist | part one

“There, perfect!” Your sister punctuates the end of her makeover with the snap of her powder compact and the flourish of a makeup brush.

You turn slowly, the pink cushioned stool a little wobbly under your unsteady frame. Your reflection looks comical, all blurred edges and wavy lines. Without your glasses, the bedroom vanity has turned into a funhouse mirror.

“What does it matter if I’m going on a date with him if I can barely see him?”

You don’t need glasses to know that she’s rolling her eyes. Even though you can’t quite see her, you can hear her exasperation in the way she’s loudly chewing her gum. “You’re going to the movies, you’re barely gonna be able to see him anyway. Besides, you’ll be able to see him when he’s close enough to kiss and that’s the whole point.”

You blink each eye one at a time, trying to gauge which one is better. Your left eye is slightly clearer, though the difference is negligible. “I think you’re severely overestimating my eyesight.”

“I think you’re severely underestimating my dating advice.” She blows a bubble, the view of her face becoming a bright pink smudge before it pops and she continues smacking. “Just trust me, it’ll all be fine.”

You do trust her. Even though she has spent the last two hours plucking and primping and preening, you want to take her advice. She’s not doing this to be condescending or controlling. She’s genuinely excited that you have a date, even more so that it’s with a living breathing human boy and not another library book.

You don’t have much experience. With dating, with seeing someone, with kissing someone. What it means to be dating someone versus what it means to be seeing someone. What you’re supposed to do when you kiss someone. I mean, are your lips supposed to be on top of each other or are they supposed to interlock like the teeth of a zipper? Yeesh, you didn’t even wanna think about how teeth and tongues factor into the equation.

These types of questions would usually be the kind that you would ask an older sister. You’ve just never had the bravery to say them out loud. Sure, you’ve watched romance movies and rewound and observed so much that you were afraid the tape in the VHS was going to break. And you’ve read enough romance that Ms. Marissa gives you side-eye when you pass the library’s reception desk. But there’s a difference between fiction and real life. A bridge you’ve yet to cross. You’re sure that you’re going to need all the help you can get.

So, you heed her advice. You let her spray you with enough Aquanet to try to keep the flyaways at bay. You let her paint your lips with a shimmery pink lip gloss that isn’t too sticky and tastes like vanilla. You don’t, however, let her see you sneak the thick frames into your bag for emergencies. If it were up to her, the frames would be set out with Thursday’s garbage and you’d be wearing contacts like everyone else in your age group.

She drops you off at The Hawk with another smack of her bubblegum and a reassuring pat on the shoulder. She barely waits for you to close the door of the station wagon before she’s speeding away, her Halloween plans including a keg, a pushup bra, and a slightly inebriated Steve Harrington.

Eddie’s easy to spot. His silhouette sticks out against the brick building, white shirt, black leather, and blue denim against a red background. He lights up when he sees you and it’s the first time you’ve understood the meaning of the phrase. Since you can’t quite see his face clearly, you’re paying extra attention to his body. The way he pushes off the wall to stand tall. The way his shoulders visibly relax. You bet that they could see his smile all way in Indianapolis.

“I know you’re usually supposed to give flowers on dates, but this is the best I could do.”

He presents an origami paper flower in the shape of a rose. It’s made from binder paper, evident by the familiar feel of it in your hands. The folds are a bit unsure. There’s evidence of it being undone and folded again with a cleaner precision, you can feel the wear and tear on the paper with your fingertips. You’re dumbfounded.

“Thank you,” You whisper, twirling the stem between your thumb and forefinger, watching the rosebud spin. “No one’s ever gotten me flowers before.”

“Never?” He gapes at you in apparent disbelief before he schools his expression. “Well then, I’m glad to be the first.” He offers his arm to you like a real gentleman and you take it.

The leather in the crook of his elbow is cold to the touch, but being in such close proximity you can feel the body heat radiating off of him.

“It’s a continuous marathon, so they’re showing movies all night. We can start with any one that you want.” He gestures up to the marquee above the concession stand. When you look up to the sign, the words might as well be written in Cyrillic the way the letters all blur together.

After a trip to the concessions stand, the two of you eventually settle on The Exorcist, which you had decided to cling to after Eddie’s nervous yet adorable rambling about which movie would be better to start with.

Horror movies are even scarier when you can’t tell what’s going on. It didn’t occur to you how much you relied on sight to be able to mentally prepare for jump scares. Eddie must think you’re a total wimp the way you practically leap out of your seat at every flash on the silver screen that accompanies a discordant string of violins.

You jump when you feel a hand brush your bicep, your arms flinging out. It’s much too late when you realize that intimate touch was Eddie trying to figure out if you were alright. The large Coke that Eddie had gotten–two straws because he said he didn’t wanna be presumptuous–the casualty of your fright. The flimsy lid pops off like it has nothing better to do and the dark brown liquid splashes over the arm of the seat right into Eddie’s lap.

Eddie recoils, half-jumping and half-hovering in his seat because he just got a handful of ice-cold soda in his crotch. The people behind you are jeering, grumbling about the disturbance and Eddie half-whispers fucking shit under his breath, in what you’re sure must be a mixture of disdain and disgust.

You pull napkins out of your purse and thrust them in Eddie’s direction before rushing out of the theater, chest heaving and eyes stinging.

It’s a wonder you don’t trip and fall on your way out. You’ve walked these dimly lit halls hundreds of times, so luckily instinct and muscle memory win out and you make it out of the theater mostly unscathed, just with a few bruises on each shoulder. Nothing compared to the mortification of what had happened inside.

Because it’s October in Indiana and you can’t seem to catch a break, it’s raining. Only every so slightly, but enough that you’d be soaked to the bone if you walked home thanks to your sister’s insistence that you dress for fashion and not function. You huddle close to the payphone, pondering if you have enough change to call around and get your sister to pick you back up because no way are you waking up your parents for this.

The doors to the theater creak open behind you and suddenly you’re not alone anymore. The biting cold chills you to the bone but it’s Eddie’s presence behind you that sets you on fire.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Maybe it’s because you’ve spent the last hour and a half in the dark with your nerves on edge, but the tenderness in Eddie’s voice makes your throat constrict.

“I’m sorry,” You blubber. “I’m so embarrassed. I just wanted everything to be perfect and I ruined it.”

“Hey. Hey.” Eddie repeats himself more forcefully when you don’t meet his gaze the first time, “You didn’t ruin anything. It’s just a little soda. I’ll live.”

His fingers rub the back of your hands in a soothing motion. Back and forth, thumbs caressing the valleys between your knuckles. He’s close enough that his features are almost in focus. You still have to squint.

“You keep doing that.” He points his fingers toward your furrowed brow before mimicking the action on his own face. The finger is not accusatory, it just seems like Eddie likes to talk with his hands.

You sigh, a resigned and weary sound. “My sister convinced me that I shouldn’t wear my glasses.”

Eddie makes a face that you can’t quite discern in the dark before letting out a soft hmph! “Your sister kinda sounds a little mean.”

“She means well.” You defend, weakly. You love your sister to death but there are times that your differences become much too apparent and that leaves you with nothing to do but suffer the consequences. This is one of those times.

“Did you bring them with you?”

“Yeah,” You reach into your bag, finding the frames folded into one of the inner pockets.

Eddie takes them and puts them on you. “You keep doing that.” You murmur, a repeat of his earlier accusation. Now, though, you both know it’s in reference to him adjusting your glasses not just once but twice.

“It gives me an excuse to be close to you.”

You can see him with unrelenting clarity now. The little crinkles next to his eyes as he smiles warmly down at you. The way the slight breeze has carried the miserable drizzle under the theater awning. The way that drizzle clings to his curly hair like dewdrops on morning grass. You almost robbed yourself of all of this, and for what? Eddie knows what you look like.

“Y’know what I thought when I saw you yesterday?” Yesterday, when you had been wearing a witch hat on top of your frizzy hair and the same Coke bottle glasses that sit on the slope of your nose now. “I thought that you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I thought I made a fool outta myself and that you wouldn’t give me the time of day, not in a million years.”

“The whole scaredy cat schtick was quite endearing I must say.”

He nods seriously, just a slight hint of a smirk on his face. “I try my best.”

You look down at the seat of his pants. Sure enough, there’s a dark stain splashed right across his crotch.“Oh god. I'm so sorry. Again”

“What did I tell you about apologizing?”

“You didn’t say anything about apologizing.”

“Well then, this is me saying something. Stop apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“It looks like you pissed yourself,” You wail mournfully.

“Well, that definitely makes me feel better.” Eddie jests before he tugs you into his chest and plants his chin on top of your head.

You nuzzle your face into his sternum, appreciating the soft hiss he lets out when your cold nose touches his warm skin. You inwardly groan because, quite frankly, there’s nothing more embarrassing than running out of a nearly full movie theater the way that you did. The only thing more embarrassing than that, you think, is going back inside after having embarrassed yourself. You tell Eddie as much, with the reassurance that you don’t want the date to end and if he really wants to, you can go back inside and finish the movie. He’s already tugging you toward his van that’s parked on the other side of the street, saying the six words that make your night:

“I own The Exorcist on VHS.”

You spend the entire time back in the trailer park cuddled up having quiet conversation about gory practical effects over a bowl of microwaved popcorn. The closest he gets to kissing you is when you duck into his chest to hide and his lips brush your temple. He could’ve lived off of that single brush for the rest of his life if he had to.

When Eddie pulls up to your house later that night, he really does mean to give you an innocent kiss goodnight. The neighborhood is quiet, seeing as it’s probably been an hour since the children of Hawkins had fallen into their sugar-induced comas. He turns the engine off and shifts towards you, his smile both giddy and shy while he tells you that he had a really good time tonight. You mirror his expression and tell him the same. You both lean forward, chests rising and falling in tandem, noses brushing.

When you finally make it past the front door, your lips are swollen and your glasses are fogged up. You kick off your shoes and pad up the carpeted steps two at a time, racing to your bedroom window. When you turn on your lamp and look out to the tree-lined street, Eddie waves at you, his rings glinting in the streetlight. You wave back, watching the van disappear into the distance.

“Hey,” Your sister is leaning against the doorframe, smiling like the cat who got the cream.

“How’d it go?” You’re already slightly aware of the answer since she’s standing in front of you with a freshly washed face and hand-me-down pajamas instead of in an empty house in Loch Nora.

She shrugs noncommittally, “It was a bust.”

You hum in solemn solidarity, trying to tug the grin on your face into a much more situationally appropriate neutral expression. You feel for her and you don’t want to rub it in her face that you had such a good time, despite her advice. Unfortunately, you do not seem to have as much control over your facial muscles as you think you do. Your sister sees right through you, grabbing the purple throw pillow at the foot of the bed and launching it at your face telling you to shut up. You catch it before it has the chance to hit you, huffing with righteous indignation at her before the two of you collapse onto the bed in muffled laughter.

“So, how’d it go?” She whispers in your direction, mindful of your sleeping parents down the hall.

You trace your cupid’s bow, feeling the chapped and swollen skin for the hundredth time that night. You turn your head toward hers, readjusting your glasses when they slide down your nose.

“It was perfect.”

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louloulemons-posts · 9 months

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Instagram (E.M Ver)

Modern!Eddie X Reader

Summary : Just Eddie and Reader being cute on IG

Authors Note : This was so fun to make! There’s no warnings it’s just a cute insight to what I think modern Eddie and some of the other Stranger Things gang would be like on IG. Enjoy 🤍

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Liked by : S.Harrington, Buckley, CeceWheeleer, EdsMunson and Others …

@Y/Nsgram : Lover 🤍

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EdsMunson : My girl 🖤

S.Harrington : You actually make me sick

— Buckley : shut up Steve

——— Y/Nsgram : yeah steve shut up

———— EdsMunson : yeah shush

————— S.Harrington : I feel attacked

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@EdsMunson : Practice 🎸

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Y/Nsgram : my gorgeous boy 🤍

— EdsMunson : 🖤

GarethTheGreat : Great practice my guy

ThatHendersonKid : 🎸🎸🎸

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@Buckley : They’re so cute I can’t stand them @Y/Nsgram @EdsMunson

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Y/Nsgram : I love this 🤍

EdsMunson : Gotta teach my girl to play Robs

S.Harrington : they’re sickening

CeceWheeler : Cuties 🥺

— Y/Nsgram : love you 🤍

—— CeceWheeler : love you more 💕

——— EdsMunson : ???

———— Buckley : she’s gonna steal your girl

————— CeceWheeler : facts

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@ThatHendersonKid : D&D Night

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GarethTheGreat : such a good campaign

WillZeWizard : this was so fun !!

EzSinclair : Nerds

— MadMaxx : Facts

—— Y/Nsgram : facts

——— EdsMunson babe ????

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@EdsMunson : The talent she has

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Y/Nsgram : what can I say I’m just magic

— EdsMunson : tell me about it 🖤

—— S.Harrington : gross

——— Y/Nsgram : love you Eds, fight me Steve 👹

Buckley : talented bestie

— Y/Nsgram : girls night? @CeceWheeler

—— CeceWheeler : Yesss!

——— Buckley : Hell yes

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@S.Harrington : you leave them alone for 2 minutes 🙄

Y/Nsgram : these are so cute

— EdsMunson : new background 🖤

Buckley : stop being salty that you’re alone

— S.Harrington : ouch

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Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

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amournoir · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐒

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key: 🤍 (fluff) ~ 🖤 (angst) ~ ❤️‍🔥 (smut) ~ 🩶 (dark)

「 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 」

✧࿐ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

dating — e.m ❤️‍🔥 ︴how it’d be if you dated Elijah

alphabet — e.m 🤍 ︴what each letter of the alphabet stands for ft. Elijah

✧࿐ 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

dilf 🤍 ︴as intelligent as your husband is, there are still a few things he’s unaware of such as his dilf status

daddy elijah 🤍❤️‍🔥 ︴loving and doting father by day, insatiable husband by night

✧࿐ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬

please stay 🤍🖤 ︴you’ve had enough of being second choice and it’s time you put your foot down

fluff prompt | e.m [#12] 🤍 ︴your boyfriend offers to give a massage after a long day at work

fluff prompt | e.m [#11] 🤍 ︴staying up late chatting with your boyfriend

fluff prompt | e.m [#3] 🤍 ︴fall is here and your ever thoughtful boyfriend has a surprise for you!

fluff prompt | e.m [#2] 🤍 ︴after seeing how bored you are, your bf decides to get you something that’ll guarantee to cheer you up

fluff prompt | e.m [#14] 🤍 ︴it’s your birthday & Eli is more than happy to celebrate with you!

fractured 🖤 ︴ from v-day celly

ruined ❤️‍🔥 ︴from v-day celly

✧࿐ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

switzerland 🤍🖤❤️‍🔥

you thought you’d find love at last with him but it all changed when you laid eyes on the other brother. now you’re betrothed and in love although will that be strong enough to make it to the altar or will it break his familial bond?

part 1 ⋮ part 2 ⋮ part 3

「 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 」

✧࿐ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

dating — n.m 🤍❤️‍🔥 ︴what it’d be like to date Klaus

✧࿐ 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

grumpy pants 🤍 ︴you see a new side to your boyfriend & simp over his father-like instincts

✧࿐ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬

smut prompt | n.m [#7] ❤️‍🔥 ︴enjoying quality time with your boyfriend until it’s interrupted and you’re left wanting more

shadows of doubt 🖤 ︴your relationship with Klaus is under investigation by his siblings. will you two last? part 1 ⋮ part 2

angst prompt | n.m [#1 & 7] 🖤 ︴he loves me. he loves me not. he loves me? he love me not..? part 1 ⋮ part 2

domestic fluff prompt | n.m [#4] 🤍 ︴your boyfriend spoiling you per usual but there’s a surprise this time!?

smut prompt | n.m [#3] ❤️‍🔥 ︴coming soon!

✧࿐ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

anchor {on hold}

you’ve been best friends for ages but there’s a dark family secret you’re unaware of. will you drown and drag him with you or will he save you?

✧࿐ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

caged bird 🖤 ︴writing challenge ft. Klaus M.

i missed you 🤍❤️‍🔥 ︴ from v-day celly ft. Kol M.

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theold-ultraviolence · 2 years

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hi!!! can i request a blurb with eddie, costumes, and i put a spell on you? thank you!!! happy early halloween! 🖤🖤

A very happy halloween to you too, friend! !! thank you so much for this witchy request, I hope I did it justice! 🎃

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Spellbound 🎃 Eddie Munson x gn!reader

You’d never been interested in Hawkins High's annual Halloween Bash held at the gym.

Until you heard that Eddie Munson’s band was gonna be playing this year.

You’d been pining for him, from the corners and the shadows of the school, always admiring from afar, never feeling brave enough to go to him.

But this year was your last chance to shoot your shot, considering that you knew Eddie wouldn’t go to prom, and most likely neither would you, because you couldn’t afford a proper outfit when all the money you made working at the diner went to help out your folks. Also, the chances of you getting an actual date for it were zero to none.

This would have to be it. Even if you couldn’t really afford a fancy costume either, it was easier to put something together for halloween than for a prom.

You put on a simple black dress and the brand-new stockings you’d been saving for a special occasion; you properly lustred your boots and threw on a witchy shawl that you'd found at a thrift store. The witch hat, you’d gotten from the dollar store, and merely amped it up with some spare glitter and feathers you’d had lying around from your arts and crafts projects.

You’d felt great about the look until you got to school.

Of course, everyone had to have more elaborate costumes, with intricate makeup and expensive accessories, of course. It normally wouldn’t deter you – couldn’t care less about everyone else’s opinions about you – but there was something about this night, a sense of urgency, of significance that made it feel like it was all or nothing, and you wanted so badly to stand out.

You wanted so badly for him to notice you among the crowd.

You mope around and hang back by the snacks table, miserably sipping your punch and observing the pretty people all around you, iridescent underneath the lighting – making mental notes about how you could recreate all those details with your own means. Even Eddie, in his simple black cloak and round sunglasses he wore to look like Ozzy Osbourne, looked beautiful.

Suddenly the lights dimm out – a single reflector falls atop Eddie's mane of hair, on top of the stage, as the pace of his guitar changes. The chords turned deliberate, slow – his deep tone sultry as he begins to sing...

“...I put a spell on you, because you’re mine…”

His voice is like witchcraft, liquid smooth and as rich as a bite of dark chocolate. Eddie's a combination of everything that is both sinful and oh, so right.

Spellbound, you lock gazes, as if hypnotized by the strings of his guitar. Like the zooming of a movie camera, the scene closes in on just the two of you, and you’re sure that this is not your imagination – not the effect of the twinkling lights all around you.

“And I don't care If you don't want me, I'm yours right now…”

His eyes are so fiery that you can’t help but look down for a second to shy away from the attention – having wanted it for so long and now unsure of what to do with it.

You bite your lip and hide your hands inside the pockets of your dress where your thumb brush against a piece of paper that you’re absolutely sure wasn’t there before. You’d spent the majority of the evening with your nervous hands fidgeting inside of them to not have noticed.

Frowning, you grab it and bring it forth – whereupon closer inspection you notice that there’s a phone number scribbled on it, with a note that reads:

“I'VE ALWAYS HAD A SOFT SPOT FOR WITCHES. YOU CAN CALL ME ANYTIME,

E.M, X”

Is this a work of magic?

You look up to find Eddie smirking at you mischievously, with knowing eyes glimmering, like the binding lights of a spell.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #gender neutral reader #eddie munson fanfiction #joseph quinn #my writing #spooky ficlet fest

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