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radiosteve · 6 months

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

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

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

Baby Kiss It Better

Warnings: 18+, slight smut, language

Word count: 1.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hellfiremunsonn · 1 year

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💕Now You See Me Part One💕

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

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

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

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

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

💕Part One💕

"Hi Eddie!"

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

"Fuck!" he muttered through his teeth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anything else you can do?" Eddie repeats.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mushroom-witch-writes · 2 years

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Act Like You Forgot

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader 18+

pt.1

Warnings: smut, swearing, fwb, angst(?)

Genre: smut, enemies to lovers, fwb

Summary: you and Eddie hated each other's guts, being the sub in their D&D session helped you talk about something that's been bugging you for a long time.

a/n: I have to start posting more, this is a start. Hope you like <3 also FIRST SMUUUUT WOOO

Word count : 2.046

Eddie Munson. You could swear this kid’s life purpose was to make your days insufferable, but things weren’t always this way. Most of the time you and Eddie would ignore each other’s existence in school. You both had the same style , same movies and music preferences ,but found yourselves in different groups. All was fine until that god forsaken day. The cafeteria incident as you and your friends called it. Eddie had made another one of his famous speeches and you couldn’t help but talk back. “right, so whoever doesn’t enjoy the same things as you is lame, right Munson? Yea I’m sure you’ll get much more acceptance now.” You had said and Eddie felt threatened by his own ‘kind’ at that moment or whatever. He would make comments when he saw you on the hallway , always making sure you heard and you would snap back immediately, never missing the opportunity to shut him up.

You worked at the family video in the afternoons so you ,Steve and Robin had gotten pretty close which of course meant that you had befriended the kids that followed them everywhere as well. Once you walked in for your shift that afternoon your friends gave each other a knowing look as you stormed around the place looking like a crazy person. “okay what did he say this ti-“ Steve started ,but you cut him off “ He called ME, ME of all people, a fucking POSER. Like , what the fuck Munson, look at yourself, with your long ass hair and all the band patches. Wonder if he even listens to them.” They both laughed at you “don’t laugh he’s fucking annoying as shit” “his long curly hair and soft smile and ringed fingers ,that Munson?” Robin said half laughing. You had said those things, but you were drunk and it was before he became THIS annoying. “yea yea Robin, that one. And by the way I don’t stand by those words anymore” Steve then chimed in “is that why you keep looking at him in awe every time?” you shot him a glare “shut up Harrington”. They started laughing again. Some time passed and suddenly the two shits burst into the store. “ y/n!” Dustin yelled “ I’m not here, fuck off ,no “ “ y/n please he will kill us, we just need a sub” you came out of the counter and folded your arms “ What’s in it for me?” he smiled “You’ll get to play after a long time and if we win you’ll have something to tease him about , please pleeeease” you looked at mike and he gave you a smile “fine”. You hated the fact that you accepted ,but what else could you do. Dustin was right, it would be fun beating Munson at his own game.

Friday came and you got ready. Picked the too shits from their places and headed to school. You regret saying yes the moment you walked in the hall. They opened the door and motioned you in. “what’s this?” Eddie said half laughing when you walked in “she’s the sub” Dusting smiled and Munson started laughing “absolutely not ,forget it” you sighted “what’s up Munson? Afraid you’ll lose?” he came closer. You could smell cheap cologne and cigarettes on him “no no my dearest y/n. I’m just scared that you’ll spoil our night” he said smirking and bending down to your level “look , I’m doing this for the kids, if you want me to go I will ,just make something up so they won’t be too disappointed. I don’t want to deal with this today.” You whispered and his face softened. “ Let’s see if you can even get close to beating me. Welcome to Hellfire” he smiled and gave you his hand to shake. The session went on for about one hour and ended with success. Everyone cheered for you and hugged each other “ told you we’d beat him” Dustin yelled excited. “yea yea it was fun. Now, time to head back yea?” you said and they frowned “I can take them” Jeff said “oh , uh sure yea, thanks” you replied and started organizing your stuff in your backpack while they left “you actually care about the shits huh?” Eddie said behind you in a low voice. “why wouldn’t I ? besides, you should have seen their pouty faces. Not even you would be able to refuse.” He looked at you puzzled “ not even me?” “oh you know heartless and mean and basically a major asshole” he touched his chest as if he got hurt by your words “how could you say something like that about me y/n?” truth is , you and Eddie had history, even if you both pretended you forgot. You and him had been in a party once ,one thing led to the other and before you knew you were bent over the bathroom sink looking at yourself getting absolutely destroyed by him. You blamed it on the drinks and the weed and never really talked about it. Well , you tried talking about it , but he pretended to be clueless so you dropped it. You zoned out while looking at him because of the image that popped in your head.” y/n, hellooo” he waved his hand in your face “sorry, yea , it’s pretty easy to say such things about you Munson, given the fact that they’re true” now he looked actually hurt. “oh, y/n all these days I was just playing along, I don’t actually hate you” you huffed and looked at your feet “ no I know, but I should hate you. I’m going, it was fun” you said leaving the class and walking in the empty school to your car. How could he not remember. Sure you were tipsy ,but you drank just as much as he did. Steve and Robin had told you not to pay too much attention to it. You couldn’t. It’s been almost a month and you couldn’t get his image out of your head or the way he made you feel that night. That was maybe what made you turn around and walk back into the class. “hey, I can’t keep this inside anymore ,we need to talk” you said when you walked in and he just dropped his things and sat on the table facing you “ we can talk” you walked closer “ I know you said you don’t remember anything about that night at Rick’s, but I do and I can’t seem to get it off my mind no matter how hard I try” he looked down ,he knew you’d bring it up again. “ why can’t you just leave things be? We were drunk and we fucked” this man had a talent pissing you off “ so that was it, you just got horny and thought I look desperate enough so why not ?” he got up and walked around not looking at you “ y/n we just fucked, I don’t like you and I know for a fact that you don’t like me. We both needed a warm body, that’s all” you stared at him with tears threatening to spill. You were tough, not tough enough to just stand there and hear him talk about you like you were nothing but a way to blow off steam. “ I was too drunk and made a mistake” he said.

A couple of tears slid down your face “so I was just a warm body to you. You know what my mistake was Eddie? My mistake was not being drunk enough. If I was maybe I wouldn’t remember and it would be best for both of us. Also fuck you Munson because you are an asshole, the biggest one of them all. Congrats !” you said fully crying now and wishing you never told him anything. You stormed off not caring about the fact that he just saw you cry for him.

The whole ride home all you could think about was how much you hated your self for not hating him. Once you got to your place you dropped your bag on the floor next to your door and headed upstairs to your room. You’d normally lock your door so your family wouldn’t burst in , but they weren’t home. You got undressed and curled up in a little ball on your bed ,crying your eyes out and feeling embarrassed for even thinking he would ever care. Time passed and you had fallen asleep naked. A soft knock on your window woke you. For your own sake your curtains were closed and behind them you could make out a long haired figure with a leather jacket. ‘is that man serious?’ you shot up and wrapped a sheet around your bare figure before drawing the curtains and opening the window “ what the fuck do you want psycho?” you asked looking at him wide eyed. “ I fucked up, I – we need to talk ,for real this time” he said and you sat away form the window letting him in. he jumped on your bed after taking his boots off and throwing them on your floor. Why would you even give him a chance to speak after everything he’s said? Oh yea, because you couldn’t resist this boy and the effect his eyes and words had on you “what is it Eddie?” you asked rubbing your eyes and yawing. He wasn’t talking , he couldn’t talk. He had just realised that you were standing on your bed with him with just sheets covering your naked body, the one he had tattooed in his mind, the one that he would see every time he closed his eyes, trying to find some peace. “hey!” you spoke again getting him out of his thoughts “yea sorry , I , uh , I remember everything that happened and I know that I’ve been acting stupid for a month saying I didn’t.” you folded your hands on your chest and looked at him with the most disgusted look you could muster. “also, the only thing I regret about that night was being too drunk and high and not being able to last longer” he joked leaning his head to the side and smiling “ that doesn’t make up for the fact that you used me because you were horny” you replied bitterly and truth is, he didn’t. Every time he saw or even thought about you he would go crazy, even before you and him got intimate. He couldn’t tell you that, he wasn’t the kind of guy to confess his utter admiration and love for you right there and then and get rejected. Still he wanted to be close, he wanted to be able to talk to you and piss you of , make you smile, worship you, use your beautiful body in any way imaginable and make you come all over him like no guy ever had. “ I know, I also know that you couldn’t keep it in your pants either, well, your torn up fishnet tights or whatever.” He felt himself trailing off in the thought of him tearing up your tights and bending you over. God Eddie felt as if he could listen to the desperate little sounds you made one more time , he would die happy and complete. “my point is , dear y/n , the sex was great and I personally would do it again, no strings attached, no labels and shit. Pure, filthy fucking here and there. What do you say?” your mouth fell slightly open at his words. Not because they socked you or anything ,but because the way he talked about it gave your entire body goosebumps. “no strings no labels?” you asked again and his smile grew “exactly sweetheart” you grinned and rolled your eyes “ I’m afraid you won’t be able to live up to that term Munson, but yea fuck it” he smiled and gave you his hand to shake. He held it for a little longer and you could feel this simple touch do things to your mind, things you had promised your self you wouldn’t allow to feel for him again.

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superblysubpar · 1 year

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Leather & Lace: Ch. 01

Leather and Lace Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

And small towns fucking suck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

They've got to be shitting you, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And maybe it was.

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

"Fuck!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I got into NYU!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Like Me Again

Eddie Munson x FReader

Summary: Everything is going swimmingly with Eddie. I could not be happier. But one day, everything just takes a turn for the worse. Angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 3,883

A/N: Heyyyyyy. I'm going through some good ol' life shit, abandonment issues for the win, am I right? So I'm sorry if this is a mess and not well done, I was literally sobbing while writing this. Also, the reader has a good relationship with her father, I'm sorry if that seems unrealistic. I just like my dad and refuse to write anything about a bad dad.

This is the longest thing I've ever written. I'm not very proud of it, but I hope you enjoy. <3

Eddie and I have been dating for just a little over 3 months now and everything is going great. We have movie nights every single week on Friday at his house. We have a going out date every other week on Wednesday. We even have some spontaneous dates every now and then. I stay out of his Hellfire stuff because I simply don’t understand D&D. And we’re obviously together every day during lunch. Which is where we’re at now, lunch on Friday.

I land in the seat next to him with a bit of a huff, exhausted from my last period. I place my chin on his shoulder, excited to see him. “Hi Eddie Bear.”

He gives me a small smile and pats my head before wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “Hey sweetheart. Boring class?”

“Ugh, yes. We were working on rhetorical analysis. I don’t understand it at all.” He chuckles a little and gives me a little kiss on the lips. He then feeds me the food that I brought with me, understanding that I simply could not be bothered.

“Are you excited for movie night tonight?” He asks me.

“You know I am. What are we watching tonight?”

“The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2.”

“Noooooo, you know how I am with horror movies!”

Eddie gives me a big toothy grin. “That’s exactly why we watch them. It’s fun when you have to hide in me. And then you have to stay the night because you’re too scared to go home.”

I give him the biggest pout I could muster. “You just like it when I suffer.”

He laughs out loud, “You know I do!”

That night I head over to his house already wearing my comfy pajamas and my fluffiest blanket- it’s Eddie’s favorite to cuddle under. Before I can even knock on the door, Eddie is opening it, having heard my car.

I just have to stare at his glorious countenance, thinking about how lucky I got to be with such a handsome and cute man, his big brown eyes always carrying such love and kindness for me. His smiles that never seem to not light up a room. And it’s all mine.

After staring at him for just a little longer, I realize he’s trying to get my attention and give him a smile. “Are you okay? You’ve been staring at me in silence for 30 seconds.”

“Yeah. I’m wonderful. Just thinking about how much I love you and ow lucky I am.”

Eddie practically melts at that, looking down with a huge smile trying to hide his blush. “You’re just trying to butter me up so we don’t have to watch the scary movie, aren’t you Princess?”

I bite my lip with a little shake of my head. “Maybe.”

He grabs my arm and pulls me close, holding me against his body. “It’s not going to work. I’ve learned of your temptress ways.” We both laugh a little as he wraps his arm around me, shutting the door at the same time. Eddie places a quick kiss on the top of my head before muttering, “I love you, too.” That’s always been my favorite thing to hear from him.

We head over to the couch and set up everything we’ll need for our movie session, popcorn, skittles, m&ms, all the good stuff.

After the movie is over, I’m clinging to Eddie with my entire being, my arms wrapped around one of his and my legs wrapped tight around his hips. He plays with the ends of my hair as he laughs at me. “Come on baby girl, it wasn’t that bad.”

I turn my head to look at him with a small glare and pout, which just makes him laugh harder at my predicament. “Yes it was. It was awful. I can’t believe you made me watch that.

Eddie simply shakes his head and picks me up- I refuse to place my feet on the floor when I’m scared. The monsters might be under ALL of the furniture- and takes me to his bed to sleep. He wraps his arms around me just as tight as my legs are around him, kissing the top of my head before whispering a sweet and gentle goodnight.

In the morning, he sends me off with a full belly of eggs, toast, and apple juice, along with a kiss and a request that I call him when I get home so he knows I’m safe. Which I do, of course. It ends up being a 3 hour phone call before my mom gets mad and makes me get off so she can talk to one of her friends about a lunch they’re having.

Monday morning, Eddie comes to pick me up for school. He comes and knocks on my door, doesn’t give me a kiss on the head for some reason, opens the van door for me and drives us to school.

“Hey Eddie Bear. How’d you sleep?”

“Good.” He lets out a sigh having to answer that simple question. He would usually tell me about how he would have slept much better if I were with him, or tell me about a crazy dream that he had. But he probably just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, we all have those days.

“Did you have any fun dreams?”

“No.”

The rest of the car ride is spent in an uncomfortable silence.

When we get to school, he comes and opens my door for me and offers his hand to help me out. I take it and go to hold it after I’m down, but he just pulls his hand away from me. He doesn’t talk to me for the rest of the morning, just brushing off every comment I make in attempt for conversation.

When lunch comes around, I come and sit in my chair, trying to be more cheerful than usual for his sake, and rest my head on his shoulder, but he moves to get me off. “Hey Eddie Bear.”

“Hey.”

“How was class?”

“Same as usual.”

I nod and look at him. “Can you look at me for a second?” He does. His lips are set in a stiff line and his eyes still hold the same loving look in them, but with a feeling that I don’t quite understand. “Are you okay?”

He nods and goes back to staring at the table, not even touching his lunch. I can tell something’s wrong, but I trust he’ll tell me when he’s ready. We agreed to never hide something that is bugging us from the other, deciding that communication is one of the biggest and most important parts of our relationship.

After school, I get the same treatment as I did this morning. He walks me to my door and is about to walk away when I grab his hand. “Eddie, do you want to come in? Talk?” He shakes his head and continues to stare at the ground. “Okay, I love you. I hope tomorrow is better.” He simply nods before leaving me. I watch him get in his van and drive away before I head inside.

When I get to my bed is when my brain starts working in overdrive, thinking about every piece of our interaction today and on Friday. Everything seemed normal and perfect on Friday. What did I do wrong?

Am I too annoying?

Am I too clingy?

Is he tired of me?

Is he cheating on me and that’s why he looked so off and maybe guilty during lunch?

I can feel the tears want to start running, but I hold them back. No, I know he loves me. He would never do anything to hurt me. He tells me all the time that I am the light of his life. But what the hell is going on?

This continues on Tuesday. But when I come to lunch today, Eddie’s interacting happily with the boys and I feel the pain in my chest lighten slightly. He’s finally in a better mood. It was just a fluke.

However, when I sit down and try to hold his hand, he goes quiet and quickly moves his hand out of the way. I close my fist and shake it a little before pulling it back into my own lap.

“Hey guys, hey Eddie Bear. What were you talking about?” I look to Eddie to answer my question, but it’s Gareth who speaks up.

“We were just talking about how epic the last campaign was and how excited we are for the one tonight,” He speaks animatedly, something that Eddie does, did, a lot, too.

That makes me smile, happy that Eddie is still doing something he’s passionate about while he’s going through such a hard time. “That’s awesome! Do you think I could maybe come and watch tonight? I’ve been kind of curious how your campaigns go.”

Eddie is quickly shaking his head. “No, you wouldn’t understand anything that’s going on.”

“Oh, um, okay. Sorry.” Did he just call me dumb? I mean, I might not understand what’s going on, but there’s always the possibility that I might. My heart sinks a little. Eddie has never said anything to me that could be rude. Ever.

I space out for the rest of the lunch period, thinking about what Eddie just said, and how he’s been acting. Maybe he thinks I’m just too dumb to be his girlfriend. I have pretty average grades, but I don’t have much street smarts, I guess.

Maybe I just need to learn about it on my own, then I can impress him and maybe try to either make my own character or even my own campaign! I can even ask my dad- who started playing a couple years ago with a few of his buddies- for help!

I smile a little before the bell rings, blow Eddie a quick kiss and head off to my next period with a pep in my step.

When Eddie drives me home, I go in and raid my dad’s stack of D&D books in the corner of our dining room, reading through everything and taking notes.

The next day when Eddie cancels our Wednesday date to do who knows what, I’m not as disappointed as I imagined I would be, just excited to get back to learning about the things that my boyfriend is passionate about.

The treatment continues all through to Friday. When I sit down for lunch, I turn my entire body to face Eddie.

“Hey Eddie Bear, so I’ve been thinking about our movie date tonight. I kind of want to just talk to you instead of watch the movie. I’ve been working on something I think you’ll absolutely love.”

He won’t even make eye contact with me as he says, “Um, sure. I guess we can do that.” As the days have been going on, Eddie has been looking less and less frustrated. At least with everyone else. It hurts, but I’m going to make everything better tonight, I just know it.

So when I show up that night with my pajamas- and both a character sheet and a fun campaign that my dad helped with- in my backpack instead of wearing them, I’m literally dancing around as I wait for Eddie to open the door after I knock.

When he does, I launch myself into his arms, hugging him as tight as I can, and he just holds his arms up in the air, as if hugging me back might hurt him. So I let him go and go sit on his couch. “Hey Eddie Bear! Are you ready to have your socks absolutely blown off?”

He scratches at the back of his head and looks down at his feet, mumbling a little, “I’m not wearing socks,” which is the closest to a real conversation I’ve had with all week, so I giggle for a good five seconds before I get a hold of myself.

“Okay, well I’m about to blow your mind. At least I hope so.” I pull out all the papers that I had carefully placed in a little folder to present them to him.

“What is this?” He takes it and flips through the first few pages not really looking at them.

“Well,” I start, drawing out the l, “I know I haven’t exactly been the best girlfriend and haven’t been showing an interest in your favorite game, so I did a bunch of research and made my own character! I even had my dad help me write a campaign!” He plops down on the recliner next to the couch as he starts actually reading through it.

When he finishes, he clears his throat and says, “This is sweet and I appreciate the thought, but I still don’t think you would understand anything that happens in the game.”

I deflate only a little. “But that’s the great part, my dad agreed to help me learn everything about it! He and his friends are starting a new campaign soon and they’re going to make it a little easier for me to learn, so I can finally come play with you!”

He runs his hand over his face in exasperation with a small groan. “But I don’t want you to come play with us, alright? You happy? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Now that’s what deflates me completely. My face falls and I feel my tears threatening to come back, but I refuse to cry over something like this. OF course, he wouldn’t want me to come play with them. This is something he does with his friends, we spend enough time together. “Oh, um, I’m sorry for overstepping. I understand why you wouldn’t want me to play with you guys.” Eddie just looks at me in silence, not giving away anything he’s thinking about through his expression.

“Do you,” I start, my voice cracking so I clear my throat, “do you think we could maybe watch a movie now?”

“You said you didn’t want to watch one, so I didn’t rent one.” He is continuing to be very short with me.

“Oh, can I still spend the night though?”

“I think it would be best if you left, honestly.”

I officially feel a tear slide down my cheek as I nod and stand up. “Okay, I love you. I’m sorry I upset you.” I pick up my stupid papers and shove them in my backpack before leaving. I take a glance back at him before I leave. He’s sitting with a hand over his mouth, his leg bouncing as he stares at the wall away from me.

When I get home, I immediately run to my room, sobbing silently into my pillow, hoping nobody else in the house can hear me.

As I lie there, I think about other ways that I could try to be a better girlfriend, what else I can do to make him like me again.

I spend the rest of the weekend trying to hide my hurt feelings from my family and not looking forward to Monday.

On Sunday night, Eddie calls. He tells me he can’t give me a ride to school tomorrow. Which is fine, I can’t bear to continue to be a disappointment to him.

I don’t sit with the group during lunch. I go to the library, still trying to figure out what I can do to appeal to my boyfriend once more.

When I first walk in, I take a look at the bulletin board, and suddenly a lightbulb goes off. Sitting in the middle of the board is a flyer to Corroded Coffin’s performance at the Hideout every Saturday night. Of course! Eddie and I don’t share much of an interest in music, but I can learn to love it! I can feel my spirit start to return.

As soon as school lets out, I run to the music store. I go through the cassettes and do my best to remember the bands that Eddie loves, and buy every one that I can find.

I continue to not sit with the boys at lunch, instead I sit in the library listening to as much metal music as I can. I do the same when I’m at home and even in my car. And on Friday, after Eddie finds me to tell me that he can’t watch a movie with me tonight, I go shopping for a more metal outfit that I can wear to his show tomorrow. I end up with a black tank and a black ripped skinny jeans, finding some chains that match Eddie’s, loving the fact that I’ll get to match my sexy boyfriend.

When I show up to the Hideout, Corroded Coffin is already set up and on stage, about ready to start their performance. I look around and find some other metalheads, a few of them girls, and a few drunk dudes strewn about the joint.

Eddie starts playing a song I don’t recognize, and he looks completely in his element. I imagine it’s similar to how he looks when he is playing D&D, and it just makes me fall deeper in love with him.

When he starts singing, I can’t help but cheer along with all the other metals, remembering all those nights that Eddie would sing my favorite songs to me after we would watch a horror movie to help calm me down.

When the song ends he takes a hold of the microphone to speak, “This next one goes out to my favorite fan,” he must have seen me! I’m so glad I put in the extra effort to be here. “Bethany.” Then a slower song starts, and I immediately recognize it as a song that he always sang to me.

I look at the other girls and can tell which one is Bethany. All the other ones are looking at her and giving her knowing looks.

When I look up, I see Eddie looking right at her, playing and singing for her. So I leave.

When I make it to my car, I slam my forehead into the steering wheel with a scream before I start sobbing into the silence. I rip off the ugly chain that was supposed to match him, not caring that it ripped the belt loops on my pants. Rub at the makeup I put on to match the other girls and come to a decision.

I have to end things with Edie.

He made it pretty obvious that things were over between us, he just didn’t have the balls to do the messy breakup thing. So I’ll do it for him. On Monday.

On Monday, I get to school before Eddie does, and I leave a note in his locker asking to meet up at the spot in the woods after school. If he thinks it’s for a drug deal, he won’t back out. He needs all the money he can get to take Bethany out on nice dates like he did me.

After school, I let him get to the spot first, that way he won’t have a chance to see me and run.

When I get there, I call out to him. He turns and his eyes widen as he stiffens. My heart tightens as I look at him, still absolutely in love with him.

“Edward.” He winces. I never use his legal name.

“Y/N. What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Just decided I could show some mercy on you and do this for you. We’re over. I can’t do this anymore.”

His brows furrow. “Do this for me? Sweetheart, do you think I want to break up with you?”

“You’ve made it pretty damn obvious. Especially on Saturday night when you dedicated a song to another girl.”

“You came to my show?”

“Yes, Eddie! I came to your show! Like I should have the whole time, because that’s what a good girlfriend would do! I’m sorry I’m such a shitty girlfriend and I didn’t support you as much as I should have.” My emotions are starting to pour over once again as I feel my throat tighten and hear my voice break. “I’m so sorry I drove you away. I didn’t mean to. I just wish you could have told me before you decided I wasn’t worth it anymore. I would do anything to make you happy.” At this point the tears flowing hot and free. I can’t even see Eddie from how my eyes are watering.

I’m shocked when he pulls me into him, burying his face in my hair. “Baby girl, you are not a bad girlfriend. Shit,” I hear his voice break now too. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that, I’m so sorry. I don’t want to break up. I just got so scared.”

“W-Why would you get scared?”

“After you told me that you were thinking about how lucky you are, it got me thinking. About how you could do so much better. And I thought that if you looked at me long enough you’d realize that and just leave me. So I shut down and shut you out. I’m so sorry.” He starts rocking us back and forth.

“B-But I love you so much,” a whole new wave of tears starts pouring down my face as I think about how much I really do. “You’re the best boyfriend I could ever have. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I thought you were getting tired of me because I wasn’t interested in all the stuff you are.”

“Is that why you learned about D&D? Because you wanted me to like you?” I nod. “And why you came to my show on Saturday?”

“Mhm. Even bought a whole new outfit to match you and everything.”

“Oh baby girl, I’m so sorry you felt like that.” He kisses the top of my head again. “I promise I love you. I could never get tired of you.”

“So,” I sniffle, “who’s Bethany and why did you sing that song to her? I thought that was only for me.”

“Bethany is our biggest supporter. She gave us large donations after our first performance so we could get new instruments. And she specifically requested that song. Some of our audience likes more boring music like you.”

“Hey!” I pull out of his embrace to smack his arm. “Not cool man.” He laughs and cups both my cheeks to give me a gentle kiss, the first one in so long.

When we pull away, we both have huge smiles, and when I look in his eyes, I can see the love he has for me back in his eyes. “So is she still your favorite fan?”

“Not if you’re a fan, Princess.” He messes up my hair but I don’t care.

“Of course I’m a fan. My boyfriend is rocking on a super cool guitar and singing sexy metal music. Which I listened a bunch to and actually really enjoyed.

He lights up even more at that. “Really?” I nod. “That’s awesome! But now I kind of want to see the outfit you bought just for me.”

I grab his hand and drag him back to our cars, “Right this way, Eddie Bear.”

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Miracle Aligner l Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

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

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

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

word count: 2,556

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Operation Demogorgon 2.0

Eddie Munson x fem!oc

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

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

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

PART ONE | PART TWO

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

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

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

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

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

"Dustin-"

"EL! We need everyone here, now!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What did he show you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You what?!" Mike gasped.

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

"She believed you?!"

"I mean, no, but-"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah." Steve nodded in agreement.

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

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

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

"The sun was setting." Will said quickly.

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

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

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

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

Billy scoffed. "Basic."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But why do we need babysitters-"

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

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

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

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

They didn't have much time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOOOR!"

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

"OPEN THE DOOOOR!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/n..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steve nodded. "Hurry."

"Y/n..."

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

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

"Y/n..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/n..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"EDDIE!"

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

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

"EDDIE! What are you doing?!"

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

"LOOK FASTER!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mr. Sandman,

Bring me a dream

Make him the cutest that I've ever seen"

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

"Give him two lips like roses and clover

And tell him that his lonesome nights are over"

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

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

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

"Sandman, I'm so alone

Don't have nobody to call my own"

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

"Please turn on your magic beam

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mr. Sandman,

Bring me a dream

Make him the cutest that I've ever seen

Give him two lips like roses and clover

And tell him that his lonesome nights are over

Sandman, I'm so alone

Don't have nobody to call my own

Please turn on your magic beam

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream"

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Nobody Needs to Know

Pairing: EddiexFemReader

Request: eddie x henderson fem!reader having sex and dustin catches them 🫣

No worries. Dustin doesn't see anything. I could never traumatize that sweet kid like that. He just surmises what happened after the fact. I took a little liberty with the story since this was all I had to go on. 😉

18+ ONLY

Your fingers wrapped around the folded piece of paper that had been slipped into your locker, a tight lipped smile crossing your face, knowing exactly who had slipped it in there. You unfolded the lined notebook paper, reading the handwriting that had become so familiar these past months.

Meet me in the janitor’s closet

Eyes darting around you to make sure no one else noticed, you slammed your locker shut, tossing your backpack over your shoulder. Your feet hurried, heart pounding, your body eager to get there even as your head was telling you this was stupid. You were going to get caught. You couldn’t keep sneaking around with him like this, but fuck if it didn’t make it that much hotter.

You glanced around once again to make sure no one was around and pushed the door of the closet open. It was pitch black but you were hesitant to turn on a light, not wanting the beam to shine under the door and give away that someone was in here. You paused, holding your breath, wondering if you’d made a mistake when a hand shot out, grabbing onto your wrist. In one swift motion, your other wrist was grabbed, hands pinned above you, your back pressed against the door.

“You’ve been driving me fucking crazy in that little skirt, princess,” a low voice rumbled in your ear and you pressed your thighs together as desire pulsed through your center. “Sitting there in math class, tapping that pencil, crossing your legs…all that skin…”

“That sounds like your problem,” you managed, attempting to sound more in control than you felt at that moment. “Maybe you need to work on your self control, Eddie. Don’t you have enough girly mags at home to help care for your poor little male urges.”

“Oh, we’re mouthy today, huh? Let’s shut you up, shall we?”

His mouth collided with yours, a mashing of tongue, lips, and teeth as he circled your wrists with the fingers of one hand. The other was sliding up your skirt, along the skin of your inner thigh. You moaned, pressing toward him and he chuckled.

“Not so mouthy when it’s your urges that need taking care of, are you?”

“For the love of Christ, shut up. All you do is…” you muttered but were quickly cut off by the whimper that fell from your lips as Eddie’s fingers dipped under the side of your panties, running teasingly along your slit.

You and Eddie had been sneaking around for two months, meeting in his van, the drama room, the janitor’s closet, the spot in the woods where he always met people to make his sales. It started as a drunken mistake and spiraled from there because no matter how much you told yourself that this was bad idea, that you needed to stop, your body fucking craved him. He was a drug and you were hopelessly addicted.

Two of his fingers pressed into you and you bit your bottom lip hard to keep from announcing to the whole school that you were getting finger fucked by Eddie Munson. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were in the band. You were top in your class. You had big plans to go to law school after graduation, having gotten into one of the top colleges in the country. Eddie was a horrible distraction you didn’t need but damn it, you wanted it. Not to mention he was your brother, Dustin’s, best friend and that was just awkward as hell. Dustin would never shut up about it if he knew what was going on.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? No insults to throw my way,” Eddie teased, curling his fingers, making your legs shake. “No. You can put me down all you want, princess, but at the end of the day, you keep coming back because you want this. You love all the dirty little things I do to your body.” His tongue painted a line along the side of your neck, his thumb making circles around your clit. “You want my fingers pressed inside you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you admitted, chest rising and falling with heaving breaths.

“You want my mouth all over your skin…”

“I do…” you whispered, your head falling to the side as he licked and nipped at the flesh on your neck and collarbone.

“Yeah, you do…” His fingers left you and in the pitch black, you heard the sound of his belt buckle as he undid it. You heard the familiar crinkle of the condom wrapper and something deep within you coiled tightly in anticipation. Eddie hooked under your knee with his arm, opening you fully to him. “And you fucking love when my cock is buried deep within this pussy. Come on, princess. Use that mouth to tell me how badly you want this.”

Your breath caught, body wound like a goddamn rubber band, just ready to snap. You didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction but damn it, you wanted him. You wanted him to take you hard and fast in this closet and he knew it. Eddie had caught on pretty quickly that you wanted this just as badly as he did.

“I mean…if you don’t want it…” he said slowly, his arm slipping out from under your leg.

“Fuck…I hate you,” you growled.

“You might hate me but you don’t hate the things I do to you.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, picturing that little crooked smile.

He had no idea how right he was, how many times you’d laid in your bed imagining it was him touching you. He had no idea how often you snuck glances at him throughout the day, drumming his pencils and doodling in class, his loud antics in lunch, the way he sauntered through the hallway, all that wild hair billowing behind him. Eddie Munson had consumed you in a way you didn’t think was possible.

“Fine, you want me to say it?” you relented. “I want your cock, Eddie. I fucking love your cock and I want you to fuck me right up against this door until I can’t walk straight.”

“My pleasure, sweetheart.”

He held your leg and slammed into you forcefully, rattling the bottles on the shelves. You let out a cry of pleasure before remembering you were in school. Eddie’s free hand clamped over your mouth as he sent your body smashing against the wood of the door again and again.

“Is this what you wanted?” Eddie demanded and all you could do with his hand over your mouth was nod. “Yeah. You put on a show for everyone else, the sweet good girl who never breaks the rules but you only let me see the real you, don’t you? The dirty, feral little beast inside that wants to break loose.”

You’d been with guys before but none of them had ever been like Eddie. They went through the motions, fumbling with your bra, fingers prodding you but never finding the right spots. Eddie found the right spots every damn time. You worked so hard to be what your parents expected, what your teachers expected, what this whole damn down expected. The only time you really felt like you could let go, like you could stop trying so hard, was when you were with him. He brought out a side of you that you hadn’t even known existed.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as he lifted your leg higher, allowing him to go deeper. He slowed the pace, keeping you on the edge but not quite letting you tumble off just yet. Your leg shook beneath you and you gripped Eddie’s shoulders to keep from falling to the floor.

“Come on princess…it’s just me and you in here. You don’t have to pretend with me. Let that freak flag fly, baby. Just let go for me,” Eddie urged. “Come all over my cock, pretty girl.”

A scream clawed its way from your throat, the only thing stopping it from ringing through the hall of Hawkins was Eddie’s hand muffling the sound. Your nails dug into his flesh as your orgasm ripped through you, sending shockwaves of pleasure from your head to your toes that had your whole body humming, vibrating with ecstasy and relief.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, never ceasing his thrusting, his hand leaving your mouth to grip your other hip, helping you stay upright as he followed, fingertips leaving marks on your skin. “Fuck…”

Eddie slid from inside you and you heard the thunk of the condom as he tossed it in the trash can. You moved to reach for your panties but he was already there, pulling them up your legs. His hands came to either side of your head, caging you in.

“What the hell are you doing?” you asked. “You got what you wanted.”

“Nah, not everything,” Eddie replied and his lips were on your skin again. But this was different. It wasn’t urgent and demanding. It was soft and affectionate, completely throwing you off balance.

“Seriously…” you said softly, a nervous laugh bubbling up within you. “Eddie, what are you doing?”

“Go out with me.”

“What?”

“Go out with me,” he repeated. “Look, I know all this cloak and dagger shit has been fun, but I want more. I want to take you out for a damn burger. I want to see a movie with you. I want to hold your hand and kiss you and leave you notes in your locker that aren’t just meetup time for secret sex. I mean, I still want to do that too but I want more than just this…what do you think?”

“I…Eddie…” you began, your brain struggling to catch up to what was happening.

“Just forget it,” he huffed, pushing off the door and away from you. “I get it. It’s fun to have the freak as your dirty little secret but you don’t actually want anyone to know you’d sink that low, right?”

“No. That’s not what I…”

“Seriously, it’s fine. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. Of course the perfect little straight As princess doesn’t want to get dirty dating the drug dealing loser.”

He wrenched open the door, almost knocking you over in the process. You darted after him but you both stopped at the sight of Dustin Henderson. He was leaning against the wall, a shit eating grin on his face as he took in the sight of the two of you, hair probably a mess, coming out of the janitor’s closet together.

“Holy shit! I knew it!” he yelled, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “I mean, I didn’t but I knew something was going on! You two have been so weird lately! Wait! Were you two…oh gross!”

“Shut it Henderson!” Eddie growled, shoving past him.

“Eddie…” you began but he was flying down the hall, moving as quickly away from you as he could.

“Oh damn…did I interrupt a lover’s quarrel or something?” asked Dustin.

“Or something…” you muttered, grabbing your backpack from the floor of the closet and trudging off to History, needing to get away from your nosy ass brother before he could give you the third degree. It felt appropriate because that was what you and Eddie appeared to be now, history.

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harringtons-cupid · 1 year

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

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

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

Word count: 3.1k words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the way his hand laced into yours felt natural.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were in love with him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He too was in love with you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #Eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x femreader

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muns0nslov3r · 2 years

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eddie being addicted to making you squirt.

• this man would do anything to make you squirt it’s his favorite thing besides you and d&d.

• he loves to just get so messy when you do squirt.

• before he came obsessed, you and him were having sexy time as he sucked and fingered your soaking cunt. your started to warn him saying you felt not well. because your stomach felt tighter then normal. It was almost painful, as eddie thought it was meaning you were going to cum. and didn’t think any of it.

• you let your orgasm take control letting out a cry. your thighs shaking like crazy as you gushed so much all over eddies face, as he looked at you shocked when you came back to your reality “holy fuck” his bangs were soaked sticking to his forehead licking his lips

• “I’m so sorry holy shit I didn’t know that was going to happen” you breathe heavily slightly staring into his eyes “don’t be sorry that was so fucking sexy” he whispered kissing your sensitive clit.

• after that he was on a mission to make you squirt again. and again. again. Again. Again. Again. he wanted more being needy. making you drink a shit ton of water before sexy time and once you did it he gave you more water.

• your body would probably go numb begging him that you cannot give him anymore, you were fucked out and exhausted super sensitive.

• “ you can give me another one sweetheart please. just one last one.” he looked at you with big doe eyes as you gave in.

#eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x femreader

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dreamyquinn · 1 year

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Día de Muertos

Día de Muertos (Day of the Dead)

Eddie Munson x Mexican fem!reader

Summary: It's November 1st and your neighbor and best friend shows up at your house only to find the strangest thing he's ever seen.

Warnings: Nothing really, maybe mentions of death, readers mom has passed away. Vague immigration mentions. Mentions of drugs, Some words in Spanish. Mostly fluff and a sad attempt at comedy. A bit educational on the holiday. English is not my first language so it may have some grammar errors. Sorry! Let me know if I forgot something.

A/N: This is a fragment of a way longer fanfic I'm working on that may or may not be included but because the day that I am posting is actually Day of the Dead I wanted to share this quick fic inspired by the holiday. I am Mexican an I wanted to take charge of the Latinas trope that love Eddie and firmly believe he would totally be into us. I haven't seen any other fic that is focused on that type of character so here's my shot.

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Your eyes squinted at the soft light of the sun peaking through your blinds. You heard some fuss coming from the kitchen on your way to the bathroom which continued while you were doing your thing.

Your dad was muttering gibberish as if he was looking for something, then you heard the heavy flush of water running from the faucet and your dad swearing. You finished quickly, washed your hands and hurried up to help your struggling father but as you approached the kitchen, a very distinct smell filled up your nostrils. It was a heavily perfumed scent, earthy and energizing, the peculiar memories coming to your head as you saw them.

Several bouquets of fresh yellow and orange marigolds rested on the dining table making your heart jump and a wide smile grew on your face.

“Oh! Good morning, hija” your dad said, still struggling with a vase, his belly soaked in water and holding another bouquet. He smiled at your reaction to the flowers.

“Where did you get them?” you asked, getting closer to the ones on the table burying your face in the blossoms and once more you sniffed deeply to experience that wonderful delight.

“I was sure I wasn’t going to find any around here but your brother told me there was a flower store not far outside town so I went to check. These were all they had, so I had to get them all for her”

Your heart warmed up at his last statement and went to give him a tight hug, not caring if your pajamas got wet too.

“Here, let me help you out” you said animatedly, taking the vase and the bouquet from his hands.

Together you cut the long stems, removed the dead leaves and set little bouquets in the few vases you had. You needed a lot but only had four so you used whatever else you could find in the kitchen like bottles and jars you had around. Soon the entire living room had flowers everywhere and the smell had intensified, filling the entire trailer with the scent.

Your brother came home almost as you were finishing up cleaning and he had brought a large box with other things.

“Took me a while but I found mostly everything” he said, laying his purchases on the table. Colorful tissue paper, candles, oranges, candy, sarape fabric, ingredients for particular dishes and incense. You knew right away what was the plan for that day, you were building an altar.

After your brother showed you everything and explained he had been all around town gathering things he immediately delegated tasks to everyone. He would take over the kitchen duties, your dad would be in charge of moving stuff around the living room to make space to build the altar and as the artistic one you were designing the layout.

While all of you were working like the freaking seven dwarves, singing songs in the background, a loud knock broke the animosity of the family moment.

You got up to open the door where you found Eddie’s fluffy curls framing his usual smile as he walked in without asking as if he also lived there.

Eddie was always welcomed at your house and he felt comfortable there. Your trailer wasn’t as messy as his, you seemed to have your shit together and there was definitely a sense of family and togetherness he never got to experience. A proper caring father and an older brother with whom to share a few things. Your dad at first wasn’t too trusting of him, not because of his looks or for what the rest of the town said about him but because as an immigrant he had learned to trust no one at all.

But Eddie had gained his favor, after showing how much he took care of you. He became your very first friend when you arrived at Hawkins a few months ago, he drove you to and from school a lot of the time, he helped you to get by around town, always brought you home on time if you were out at a party and respected curfew times when you hung out at his trailer.

Of course you both had been careful to not get caught in your little irresponsible adventures like smoking weed, getting wasted at the hideout when your dad and your brother worked the night shifts at the lab, or the occasional sleepovers where nothing beyond the occasional cuddle happened but you were sure that if your father found out he could probably pin Eddie down despite being significantly shorter than the boy.

As soon as you closed the door behind him his smile dropped at the sight of what was going on.

In the middle of the living room your dad had gathered three tables at different levels arranged as a ladder, and had a white tablecloth on them as a base. A lot of the flower vases and jars were placed on the different levels forming a frame, some blossoms were pinned to the wall to form an arch above the highest level of the altar.

“Okay, what is going on here Y/N?” he asked suspiciously with wide eyes looking around. He sniffed and probably the scent of the flowers was too much for him as he had most likely never experienced it.

“You got here just in time” you said with excitement. “Welcome to your very first Dia de Muertos”

“What?”

“Day of the Dead, silly” you translated and he turned like an owl to look at you, visibly unsure of what you were talking about.

“It’s a Mexican tradition, Eds” your brother said as he opened up the oven to check on the bread he was baking, a rich, doughy and orangey smell reaching you.

“What is that?” Eddie asked now curiously with his brown eyes shining at what your brother was pulling out the baking tray, looking like an excited puppy.

“Okay, okay, I think you gotta sit down first while we explain it to you, wanna help?” you offered.

The holiday had some roots since the Aztec empire existed which were later combined with European influences of Spanish tradition during the conquest. You didn’t dive deep into detail on the history but you did cover the essence of the celebration. It was the time of the year in which the souls of your loved ones come back to visit you and the altar or ofrenda is a place where they can come to gather and be remembered, a moment to pay respects and honor them.

You explained to him the meaning of some of the elements included in the altar. The marigolds fill the air with a pure smell, their color represents the sun, a festive symbol which makes this a celebration more than a mourn. Lose petals form a path from the main entrance of the home to the altar as a guide for the souls. Water is placed to give rest and relieve their thirst to the souls after the long journey back home. Salt and the white tablecloth represent purity, so that the loved one’s soul is not corrupted and is able to travel among the living and the dead world. Candles also represent the light that calls them home.

Eddie’s face was fascinated with everything, he thought it was pretty metal of Mexcian culture to celebrate death like that. You had asked him to rip out the marigold petals from a bouquet so you could make the pathway and he had been unexpectedly gentle with them which made you realize that behind that rough exterior of his hands he knew how to be delicate, after all he was a skilled guitarist.

“So, how do you say it again?” Eddie asked as he focused on a blossom.

“What?” you asked as focused as him.

“The flower’s name, in spanish?”

“Oh! It’s Cempasúchil”

“Cempa… cem… cempachills…” he struggled

“Cem-pa-su-chil” you repeated slowly trying to contain a laugh at his furrowed brow.

“Cem-pu-chill…” he tried again clearly frustrated as you let a laugh out loud “Oh Jesus H Christ I give up, I’m butchering the language”

“You’re a musician! Use that musical ear” you said playfully.

“Nah, forget it. I’m now more interested in that good smellin’ thing your bro has over there” he asked, his mouth almost drooling while your brother sprinkled the golden buns with sugar.

“That’s ‘pan de muerto’ or bread of the dead, don’t worry hungry boy you’ll have some” you assured.

“Yeah it’s made with the ashes of your loved one” your brother said in such a convincing voice that Eddie was about to say “Really?” when he saw your snarky smile.

You then gave him the colored tissue paper and showed him how to make papel picado, sheets of tissue with cut out designs that looked like little banners. You first folded the sheet several times to form a small square and then cut out shapes from each side and then showed him the best part came when you unfolded the tissue to reveal the final pattern. Eddie let himself lose with it and shortly he had a bunch already piled next to him.

“Ha! I win” he said, setting the scissors down looking at you with pride.

Once you were done with yours he helped you out to hang them across the ceiling of the trailer with the help of a string.

As time went by the altar was getting filled with all the necessary elements you had been able to come by. Each level had sarape fabric spread across, candles, fruit, the flowers and you added a few cross figures.

Your dad had disappeared a while ago in his room but was now coming back and you noticed that he had his eyes slightly red.

“Now comes the most important element” he said, lifting proudly a beautifully decorated box that he placed on the dining table. He brought out a few framed pictures, clearly from different moments in time but with one protagonist in all of them: Your mother.

He slowly approached the altar and placed them within the lower two levels. They had moments with both you and your brother as newborns, as toddlers, as teens, your parents wedding, family trips and some of her on her own. Then he stepped back and brought the biggest frame which held a picture of your mom on her own holding the flowers she got for her birthday. That picture had her purest smile.

Both you and your dad stood there and were joined by your brother, the three of you had a shared silence, pride and melancholy filling your chests.

Eddie simply observed from the dining table and felt a clench on his throat that he suppressed by coughing but unintentionally broke you and your family’s trance.

“I’m sorry” he said when your brother went back to his chores in the kitchen.

“Don’t worry, Eds, that’s the whole purpose, remember? Honoring your loved ones” your dad said, going back to the box and pulling our other items. Their wedding rings, a little doll he had given her, her favorite record, other accessories, her notebook where she kept her favorite verses, letters and other trinkets she loved. All spread around the altar.

As your brother finished the meals he was making he passed you some other bowls with your mom’s favorite candy and cans with her favorite drink.

“I’m assuming you added those because she liked them?” Eddie asked and you nodded.

“It is said that if the foods lose their flavor by the next morning after the celebration it means they ate it” you said mischievously.

“Have you ever experienced something like that? Have you seen them?”

“Well, we never had an altar before, we hadn’t lost anyone close to us. I only did this at school and generally you’d bring a picture of a loved one or if you didn’t have any you could choose a famous person to honor”

“Who did you pick?” Eddie asked curiously

“Jimmi Hendrix”

“Rock on!” he said, lifting the horns sign with his hand.

“Right?”

“They made her change it because he was a drug addict, so she picked a historical figure” your brother said, making you roll your eyes.

“Against my will, but I left Jimi’s picture on the frame behind the other dude. He was there” you reassured and Eddie laughed.

All four of you stood again in front of your hard work. It was simple but bright and colorful, however something made you drop your shoulders and Eddie noticed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked

“Dad, there’s no sugar skulls”

“They’re not like, super necessary” your brother refuted “I looked but nobody makes them around here” he added in defeat.

“We have her picture and that’s all that matters” your dad assured.

“What are they?” Eddie inquired, still confused.

“Back at home, there’s these human skull figures made of sugar and decorated with colorful sugar patterns and flowers, sometimes they add glitter or other embellishments. They’re fun, hard as hell to eat, but they’re an iconic symbol of the celebration.”

“This thing gets better and better each time”

“And, and it’s tradition that you can give them away as gifts that day, and you can write your name on the forehead of it, it doesn't matter if you’re still alive” you explained.

“But we don’t have them here in boring Hawkins, yeah?”

“Nope” you replied defeated “C’mon, let’s eat before they leave”

The four of you sat together on the table and had a marvelous dinner of mole, a traditional dish of chicken covered in a sauce made with different types of peppers, spices like cumin, cinnamon, nuts and cacao. Rice as a side.

Eddie wasn’t used to these kinds of wholesome meals so he felt like he could devour the entire thing in three single bites but kept control of himself to not embarrass you in front of your dad. He still stuffed his mouth on each bite, charmingly dripping some of the sauce by the corner of his mouth.

Your brother never minded your cooking, he thought you had a decent touch but he made sure to show off how things should be done. You appreciated what he did because he got the closest to how your mom used to do it.

Once they were done, they packed some leftovers to take to work with their respective buns of pan de muerto and wished Eddie a good evening when your father and brother left for work.

You hoped that Eddie would’ve stayed but suddenly said he remembered he had something else to do and would try to come by later if he could. With a little disappointment you still packed him some leftovers as well with another container for Wayne. Eddie ruffled the hair on top of your head playfully before leaving.

You spent the next couple of hours cleaning around the mess in the kitchen and tidying up the living room so everything could be set by midnight. You also decided to dress up nicely, so you hopped in the shower, treated yourself with a facemask and afterwards you did your hair and put on a purple dress that matched perfectly with a black sweater you had buried in your closet.

That sweater still had some hints of the peculiar perfume of your mom, you even noticed a couple of hairs still woven within the fabric, which reminded you of her beautiful curls. You also put on a flower crown you made with some leftover marigold blossoms.

You decided to take a minute to also do an extravagant makeup, traditional for the celebration. You painted your face with some leftover halloween makeup, tracing details and flowers around your eyes, cheeks and also added the distinguished elements of a skull, the nose, the sockets and the teeth. You also had some sticker earrings that looked like jewels so you popped those on.

As you were almost finished it was around ten when someone knocked on the door. You were on your way to check who it was but Eddie had come in as always. He looked at you and stopped suddenly at the sight of you. He was surprised at first but then he felt fascinated at the artwork you had done on your face.

“Wow, what's that?” he said taking it all in, lost in every detail.

“This is a ‘Catrina’ face makeup. It’s another icon like the sugar skulls. The Catrina is a character illustrated by an artist, Jose Guadalupe Posada, but it was originally a satire to the upper class of the time. It is now a symbol of the holiday and mixes the paint patterns on the sugar skulls. Some people do this, they dress up”

“Looks pretty” he said looking at your eyes for a brief second “pretty cool, I mean” he corrected with a chuckle breaking the stare.

You noticed he had brought a big plastic bag and his tin box.

“What’s in there?” you asked as you leaned over the reflection of the window to finish applying some of the sticker earrings on your face.

“Oh, I uh… I brought something that maybe could be up there at the altar” he said coyly and that spiked your curiosity so you approached him when he dropped the contents of the bag on the table, revealing small skulls painted with different colors that you were sure he had just made because the strokes of paint seemed rushed. Some of them had dots, others stripes, one had attempts of hearts, another had flowers.

“I don’t know what sugar skulls look like so I just painted them with the same colors as the little flags we hung up. I know it's not the same but I figured maybe they could work, I had these skulls from that one time Wayne and I decorated the house”

You didn’t say anything as you grabbed one and looked around at the details, your heart feeling warm. A smirk forming on your lips.

“I also did this one, here” he said, getting a big purple one with stars that looked a bit more worked on. “I put your name on it. Also did these for your Dad, your bro and if your don’t mind I have one for me and one for Wayne”

“These are amazing, Eddie. Thank you” you said and closed the gap between you giving him a hug. When you pulled apart you shared a look and went to put them up in place.

Afterwards Eddie didn’t seem to take his eyes off you, mesmerized by the paint on your face so he asked if he could have his face painted because he wanted to match with you. You got excited at his interest and immediately sat him down, bringing your makeup bag and started to paint away. This was quite the moment between you two. You were pretty close to his face, his sharp features relaxed at the touch of your brushes, his soft breathing bringing you some sort of peace. Of course every now and then you would catch him staring at you, directly to your eyes. He found it cute that you lifted your right eyebrow each time you focused on what you were doing. You were done pretty quick and as he looked at himself in the mirror he smiled big and complimented your work.

“We look great” he reassured as you both stared at your own reflections in the bathroom.

“Hold on” you said running to your bedroom to get your camera and taking photos of Eddie then an attempt at taking one shot together. You would have to ask Jonathan for those prints later and he would be so confused.

You then went to the living room where you started to lit up the candles and incense. You brought some bread and hot chocolate so you could sit on the couch and wait for midnight. The time when the spirits actually arrive. Eddie enjoyed his third bun of the day and drinked half of his cup while the two of you curled under a blanket sitting on the couch, talking about random things.

He eventually turned quiet and distracted as you were babbling about something unimportant.

“Y/N?” he finally interrupted you.

“Yeah?”

“So uh… I brought something else” he said as he stood up and went to get his lunchbox.

“Oh Eddie, I don’t think I’ll be smoking now, I don’t want my mom to see me doing it, she’ll drag me around by my feet to scare the habit out of me” you said and he giggled but you noticed that the joke wasn’t appropriate.

“Don’t worry, I’m not smoking either. I just wanted to ask… I know this altar is for your mom and I don’t wanna steal her thunder but, do you think there’s a little space for her?” he said and he pulled a decayed photo of a woman with a baby in her arms. She had big brown eyes, a soft smile, she had very pretty curls tied in a very voluminous updo. On the back there was a scribble “Eddie and Me, Indianapolis 1968” Your heart felt for him and his shy stare.

Eddie had mentioned her mom only once just to say that she was gone. You knew more about his dad, because he had ranted about him about four or five times and you never dared to ask anything about either of them. You didn’t feel you were there yet and it was a matter that only concerned him.

Without wasting any second you carefully grabbed the photo and looked around the bookshelf for a frame that could fit and once you swapped the pictures you set some space right next to your mom on the top level. Eddie didn’t move because while you did all that he was trying to contain the knot that was trying to explode on his chest.

“Here” you said, grabbing one of the skulls he made that had flowers, and you also passed him a marker.

“You do it, you have better handwriting. It’s Amelia” he instructed softly and so you did your best calligraphy to write her name elegantly on the skull’s forehead and then put it next to her picture.

You decided to turn off the lights and let the numerous candles set a soft mood.You went back to the couch and under the blanket again, you were hugging your knees and he had his arms crossed on his chest. You silently admired your hard work of the day and the altar looked prettier than ever, the lights of the candles really giving a spiritual vibe around all the elements and colors. It smelled rich of many things, the flowers, some of the candles, sugar and the spice of the incense. Both of you had remained in a comfortable silence until Eddie broke it.

“I don’t think I’m ready to tell you about her. But I wanted to thank you for letting her be there” he said in the most serious tone he had ever used.

“It’s alright, Eds. Whenever you feel like it” you reassured and another long pause took place.

“Do you really think they come over?” he asked as casually as he could but unable to hide some hopefulness. You looked at him and he looked back at you.

There was a mutual reading between your gazes. You understood a few things from that: he had loved his mom tremendously, he also missed her and he trusted you enough to let you read that from his eyes, a boy trying to have faith.

“I hope so” you responded, picturing in your head both of them coming in together through the door and up to the altar where their children would be waiting. You felt the knot in your throat starting to form, Eddie’s apple going up and down and a glimpse of watery eyes.

None of you had broken eye contact, the longest you had spent like that ever, the soft warm light caressing your faces, both chests breathing a bit faster, you could hear your heart pounding in your ears, his lips parted slightly as you felt a force starting to pull you in and just as he had looked at yours, inches away from you, the flicker of a few candles blew off giving you both a jump scare that interrupted the moment, leaving you in more darkness. You both looked at the altar and only the candles next to your mothers were out. For a brief second you both felt chills down your spine, Eddie had uncrossed his arms and you let down your legs.

It didn’t matter if it could be explained scientifically, in your heart you wanted to believe.

“They’re here” you said looking back at Eddie who was mixed between wanting to let go of his emotions and smile at the same time. He then took your shaky hand and held it but surprised you by intertwining your fingers with his as he squeezed tight, calming you down. You felt peace, you felt comfort, mutual company, mutual grief. But wait, were you about to?...You let out a sigh to shake that thought away, resting your head on his shoulder, staying quiet for the remainder of night. Both of you let some thin tears stream down your face until you fell asleep.

That night you dreamt of your mom and Eddie dreamt of his.

⚛ Feliz Día de Muertos! ⚛

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hellfiremunsonn · 1 year

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💕Now You See Me Masterlist💕

Perv!Eddie x “innocent” fem!reader

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

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

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lavendermunson · 11 months

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enchanted | knight!eddie munson x princess!reader

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

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

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

wc 2.4k… i surprised myself

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where do you think you’re going?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, from now on”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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pandapetals · 2 years

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jealousy

steve harrington x fem!reader - dating steve, jealousy, eddie is in it but not much, fluff, angst, arguing, not proofread.

a/n: sorry it switches povs. just wanted to write something since it’s been a while.

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She was completely blaming him for introducing her to Eddie. She couldn’t help herself when he smiled at her. Those soft brown eyes would wrinkle at her, his curly bangs falling in the way. It was a simple crush, nothing she would act on because she was with Steve.

Steve. The handsome boy with fluffy hair and a charming attitude. The boy she would lay in bed on the phone with for hours wishing he was next to her as she fell asleep.

That was exactly what she doing right now, but Steve could sense something was different. She was rambling on more than usual tonight. “Then I had the worst time in gym because-” Steve knew he should be listening but his mind was wandering.

“Then Dustin almost got us all killed.”

“What?” Steve asked coming out of his daze.

She sighed, “Have you been listening? I’m talking about the D&D campaign. Dustin almost got us all killed for his ridiculous move. He was trying to be a hero.”

“I told him not to be a hero.”

She laughed, “I know. We all said that but Eddie was proud of him for trying.”

Steve scoffed at Eddie’s name. She groaned knowing the sound all too well. “I don’t get why you hate Eddie.” She defended making Steve roll his eyes.

“I don’t hate him. I don’t even know him.”

“Exactly yet anytime me or Dustin mention him, you get all weird.”

Steve cleared his throat causing her to groan again. “I don’t see why you joined their little club.”

“Steve, stop. Okay. I don’t want to argue about this again. I joined Hellfire because Dustin asked me too. You had the chance to join but you didn’t.”

“Let’s just drop it.” He announced, “Tell me about what happened after Dustin almost killed you all.”

She smiled continuing with the rest of the story but Steve could sense a change in her voice whenever she spoke about Eddie. Something was definitely happening but he wasn’t sure if it was his jealously speaking or not. He didn’t speak much after that letting her do all the talking.

Eventually, she hung up the phone as the clock turned midnight, a yawn coming out as she laid back down. Tomorrow was a busy day. She had school, and work, then she would join Dustin at the Hellfire meeting to finish their long-awaited campaign that had been going on for over a week.

The next day, she waved goodbye to Eddie as he got into his van. Dustin stood next to her doing the same. The campaign had ended horribly with most of the members have died. However, it had been a thrilling time.

“Is Steve picking you?” Dustin asked as he grabbed his bike from the rack.

She nodded, “Yeah. He supposed to but he not here yet.”

“Maybe he got stuck at work,” Dustin suggested as he climbed onto his bike.

She shrugged watching the parking lot grow emptier. There was no way she could walk home with it growing dark. “Do you think the school doors are still open? Maybe I can go to the office and call him?”

“The doors are locked. Once you come out of them they won’t open unless someone inside opens it for you.”

“Shit.”

Dustin stood there thinking, “Maybe you should ask Eddie for a ride?”

“He already left.”

“No, he didn’t. His sitting in his van.” Dustin pointed out as she looked over to see Eddie was still there. She could see a faint outline of his figure through the window.

“Good idea, Henderson.” She called as she walked toward the van Dustin took off on his bike yelling a goodbye.

Before she could make it up to the van, Eddie had opened his door and hung out of it. “What can I do for you, malady?”

She laughed, “I need a ride.”

“Aww, did Harrington forget to pick his princess up?”

“No, his busy at work.” She replied defending Steve even if she wasn’t sure why he had come to get her.

“Must be a crazy day at the video store,” Eddie replied with a chuckle as he got out to open the passenger door for her. She climbed in smelling an aroma of scents, the strongest being weed.

“Sorry for the mess. I wasn’t excepting someone.” He apologized as he brushed some items off the dash onto the floor.

“It’s fine.” She was nervous to be alone with Eddie.

“So do you want me to drop you off at your house?”

She shook her head, “Umm no. You can drop me off at Steve’s house. Do you need directions?”

Eddie laughed, “Nope, everyone knows where Steve Harrington lives.”

She nodded looking out the window as Eddie pulled out of the parking lot heading toward Steve’s house. She knew it was probably a better idea for Eddie to take her home but she did not want her parents to see her show up in a weird van. They would ask way too many questions. Besides, many Steve was home and had forgotten to come to get her?

As they pulled up to the house, she was proven wrong when Steve’s car wasn’t in the driveway. “Looks like Steve isn’t home, princess.” Eddie pointed out as he stopped in front of the house. “You sure you want to be here alone?”

“It’s fine. Thanks for giving me a ride.” She replied grabbing her backpack and sliding it on.

“No problem. I can give you one whenever you need it.”

“It’s not needed but thank you for being so nice.”

“Don’t be shy to ask. I wouldn’t want you to walk home alone.”

She nodded, “Eddie, it’s fine. You don’t need to act like my boyfriend.”

He bit his lip looking away, “Gotcha.”

“Anyway, thanks again.”

Eddie nodded but before she could get out he said, “I would feel better if we waited for Steve to come home before I leave you.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

She sighed not knowing if she should reveal the truth or lie. “His shift doesn’t end for another hour. I wouldn’t want you to waste your time waiting.”

Eddie shook his head, “I wouldn’t be wasting time. I’m just trying to make sure you're safe.”

“I know.” She paused to give Eddie a glance, “But I’m fine.” Before she could assure Eddie further, a pair of headlights floated across their heads. Panic washed over her as she turned to see Steve’s car pulling into the driveway. “Fuck.” She cursed rushing to jump out of the van.

“You should go.” She rushed to say but it was too late, Eddie had gotten out of the van as Steve parked his car. “What are you doing?” She asked in a panic as Eddie shut his car door.

“Nothing.” He replied as Steve made his way up the driveway shooting a confused look at them.

She sighed in frustration putting more space between her and Eddie as Steve reached them. “What’s going on?” He asked in a low confused voice as his eyes flickered between the two of them.

Before she could speak, Eddie said, “I drove her home. Well, I guess to your house.”

Steve’s eyes left hers to glare over at Eddie. “I see. I just left the school wondering where she was. I was running late from work.”

She stepped closer to Steve putting a hand on his shoulder, “It’s okay. I should have waited.”

Steve took her hand pulling it down so his finger intertwined with hers. “Don’t worry sweetheart. I’m glad Eddie was able to take you home.” He replied with a hint of bitterness giving a glance at Eddie whose gaze was fixed on her.

“I was trying to help,” Eddie assured Steve making her heart race as the tension between them rose. She felt her head spinning from the possible outcomes of how this could end.

“Anyway, thanks again. I’m sure Steve wants to head inside after a long day of work.”

Steve nodded but not before fixing his gaze on Eddie, “Thanks so much man.” He said before spinning them both around as Eddie got into his van to leave.

Steve couldn’t wait until they were inside his house, “What the hell was that?” He hissed as they reached the door.

“Steve, please.” She begged as Steve opened the door to his house letting her walk in first. “He was just being nice. I didn’t think you were going to pick me up.” She argued throwing her backpack on the ground by the front door.

Steve groaned shutting the door. “I always pick you up. I may run late but I’m always there to get you.”

“I’m sorry. Okay, you're right.”

“Don’t say you’re sorry when you don’t mean it. Why would you get a ride from Eddie?” Steve pressed taking a step closer to her.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“For fuck sake don’t play dumb with me,” Steve yelled walking off toward the living room. He knew he was overreacting, that he should keep his cool but seeing her with Eddie had him enraged.

“I’m not. I don’t understand what you are suggesting. Are you saying I cheated on you?” She shouted back throwing her hands around as she spoke. When Steve didn’t answer right away she mockingly laughed at him. “Oh my god, Steve!”

“What?! Is that not something I’m not allowed to think about?” He replied, “You joined his stupid group and suddenly all you can talk about is Eddie. Eddie is so nice. Eddie is a genius. What am I supposed to think?”

She scoffed rubbing her hands over her face. “You know it’s not a crime to be nice to people, especially someone who is considered an outsider. If you want to blame anyone, blame Dustin. He wanted, he begged me to join Hellfire.”

“Don’t bring Dustin into this,” Steve warned.

“I only talk to Eddie when we’re in school. This was the first time he ever spoke to me outside of that.” Steve sat down on the couch feeling dizzy. “Steve, talk to me.”

“I just need to know why you asked him to give you a ride? Especially to my house.”

She groaned turning away from Steve feeling this conversation was going nowhere. “I already told you. I didn’t think it would be such a big deal.” She said walking to grab her backpack from the ground.

“Where are you going?” Steve asked getting to his feet.

“I’m leaving.”

“Don’t leave.”

She turned around with a few tears in her eyes. “I’m not going to stay if you keep accusing me of cheating when I didn’t. Eddie is a friend, nothing more.”

Steve stood there feeling hopeless. He knew he should believe her but something was holding him back. When he didn’t say anything, she sighed wiping a tear from her cheek. “God, what do I need to do to prove to you that nothing happened.” He could see the anger building up inside her as she stepped closer to him.

“Fine, you want me to confess?” She asked in a low voice giving him. “Do you want to hear me say I sucked his cock? Or do you prefer-”

“Stop!” Steve yelled pressing his hand to his forehead.

“C’mon Steve! Don’t you want to hear how Eddie fucks me? Apparently, that’s what I am. I’m a cheater and a slut.”

He could feel the warmth from her body as she spoke, “I’m sorry.” He whispered opening his eyes to see tears rolling down her face. “I’m sorry.”

She shook out a sob as Steve wrapped his arms around her burying his head into her hair. “I’m sorry.” He said again knowing it was pointless. “I got jealous. I shouldn’t have because I know you would never do that.” He said as he rubbed soft circles into her back trying to comfort her.

Eventually, she pulled away wiping her eyes. “I do need to confess something.” She said feeling the guilt building up inside her.

Steve grabbed her hand glazing into her eyes, “I don’t want to know.” His words were a hushed whisper.

She shook her head feeling the words spill out of her, “I didn’t do anything with him. I promise. I do have a little crush on him but I would never do anything.” She blurted out as Steve pulled her against his chest.

“It’s okay.” He reassured her whispering it into her ear.

“I still love you.”

Steve looked down at her pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, “I love you too.”

It was heartbreaking to hear her say she had a crush on Eddie but he couldn’t blame her. Eddie was a good-looking guy. He wasn’t sure where they would go from here. At least they had both been honest with each other.

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