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pxrxcxa · 2 years

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Off Limits

✶ One shot - is a part 2 to untouchable but can be read as a stand alone

Pairing | Eddie x his best friends little sister

Post summary | You’ve been in love with Eddie since you can remember. When he refused to see you as anything except for his best friends, untouchable, innocent, little sister, you worked out a way to get him to look at you differently, now you deal with the fall out of it.

What to expect | Established friendship, mutual pining, jealous Eddie & reader, lots of tension - no use of y/n

Post Warnings | Drug mention, F oral, Fingering, voyeurism, public sex acts, slight choking - let me know if I missed any

Word count | 6 K

Pt 1 | Pt 3 |

Authors Note | Okay first of all - Tumblr was being a B and wouldn't let me post, so I had to refresh and lost all of the tagging I did (which took me for effing ever) I'm posting this and I'll tag everyone once I've had a goddamn ciggerate. Anyways, I wrote a long ass part 2 and then decided I wanted to halve it and make a part 3 because I have an unhealthy obsession with ending things on a cliff hanger (sorta) but it's written and proof read and will be posted 24 hours after this. I hope this lived up to everyones expectations

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

I jumped at every sound that drifted down the entry hall, flipping through an open novel spread across the kitchen counter that I wasn’t paying attention to, as I re read the same paragraph for the fifth time. My nerves spiked and my fingers gripped the next page, in danger of ripping it from the spine of the book as the front door smacked open and my brothers voice rang out.

I hadn’t seen or heard from Eddie since what happened under his Hellfire table. He’d ushered his club out as soon as the campaign ended, providing me with a quick escape as I fled from the room and didn’t look back. I’d worried about what to say – or not to say – the next time he turned up with Trevor, but I shouldn’t have bothered panicking about it because Eddie had been ominously absent without an excuse.

I couldn’t very well go and ask my brother about it, his response making me choke up before I could even figure out the words, and I didn’t want to give myself away as the reason why Eddie might be avoiding me – and by extension Trevor. But tonight was movie night, and if Eddie missed this without a good enough reason – like a broken leg or death – Trevor would get suspicious.

I definitely had not changed my outfit three times and spent an hour on my makeup just in case Eddie turned up for tonight.

A shiver shot down my spine as I leant further over the counter, burying my head further into the book as I fidget, trying hard to look relaxed and unbothered as footsteps filled the empty hallway.

I couldn’t help my glance up as an unfamiliar footfall slapped against the linoleum.

“Umm… Hi?”

“Hey” The tall blonde smirked at me, helping herself to a drink from the fridge as her short mini skirt rode up her thighs. My stomach sunk as I watched her prance around the island bench, leaning on it as she popped open the soda can and glared at me over the lip of it.

“Who are you?” I hissed, slamming my book shut as I straightened up.

“Laura.” Her eyes flashed in surprise at my animosity and her smile was sickly sweet as she took a loud slurp, leaving makeup stains on the can.

“Right… and you’re here why?” I was afraid of the answer.

“Movie night.” She grinned and tossed her hair back as my face dropped, my lunch threatening to make a reappearance.

“Or a movie date, whatever you want to call it, we met at the Hideout.” At that moment she glanced towards the hallway, and I spun around to face what my anger was internally screaming at.

Eddie was hovering in the darkened entry space, turned towards the living room but facing to where I stood shaking in fury next to the stranger dressed like a whore in my kitchen. His brows knotted as he spared her a glance and his hand moved to rub at his jaw as his gaze reluctantly moved to mine.

I didn’t know what I expected, something along the lines of how he’d looked at me between his legs in front of his throne, or if he wanted to pretend it didn’t happen then maybe how he’d always looked at me, like a kid sister. The dark resolute of disinterest bordering on anger was not what I thought I was going to find when his glowering stare met mine.

Trevor chose that moment to burst through the doorway, shoving past Eddie as he came to stand around the bench. He slowed and rested his fist on the countertop as the thick tension hit him, his eyes flickering between our faces.

“You ready babe?” I spun around as he slid his arm around Laura’s waist, accepting her kiss eagerly as he scowled at me over her shoulder, not knowing what caused the awkward atmosphere but blaming me for it anyway.

“Wait she’s here for you?” My voice came out in an unplanned shocked screech.

“Obviously, who else?” He stared at me like he wouldn’t expect me to consider Eddie as a possibility. I tried to not be noticeable as I dropped my eyes from them and turned back to face him but he’d disappeared from the door frame.

“You joining us?” The microwave door creaked as Trevor slid a bowl of unpopped corn kernels into it.

“Uh yeah.” The whole situation had caught me off guard, and I’d answered without thinking.

I hesitated in the kitchen as my brother and what appeared to be his new girlfriend, giggled and groped at each other as the occasional pop echoed off the cabinets, I groaned and grabbed my water bottle as they started making out without shame, heading for the living room filled with the blue glow from the tv set that was geared up and ready to play Trevor’s horror movie choice of the night.

I waited for him to acknowledge me, but his eyes were glued to the paused screen, leaning his head into his arm perched on the side of the couch. I briefly considered taking up residence in the uncomfortable chair directly next to the tv and facing away from it, but that would look more suspicious to Trevor than sitting next to Eddie on the couch we always shared.

“Hi.” My voice was small as I gripped the bottle tighter to my chest, unsure where we stood after what happened between us. His eyes flashed to my face, softening as they moved behind me to see that I was alone.

“Hey you.” He allowed me half a smug smirk as I took a probing step forward, returning his smile with a careful one as my heart unclenched a little.

“Haven’t seen you for a bit.” I walked past his spread knees as I plopped onto the furthest end of the couch, trying to keep my eyes on his and not how tight his pants were around his hips as he stretched and tugged his jeans down an inch.

“Yeah, had some stuff to sort out.” He titled his head towards me as his stare burned into me, and even in the cold space between us, the night time sky seeping in through the open window casting long shadows over us, I could feel the suffocating zaps of electricity that flared between us.

It was strong enough to steal my breath away, too strong for me to have imagined it, and from the way Eddie’s eyes darkened as his eyes fell to my lips, he had to be feeling it to.

I opened my mouth to say something when the entry hall light flicked off and Trevor strutted into the room, bringing the strong smell of butter with him.

“Bunch up man.” He nodded at Eddie as he gestured for Laura to take a seat, handing her the bowl as he went to go grab the tv remote.

I heard Eddie’s low sigh as he balled up his hands and used them to push into the couch, propelling him towards my end as I shuffled up against the very edge of it. The room blackened completely as the screen went dark, the quiet static creeping through the speakers.

Fuck

In the darkness the tingling tension between us hiked up a hundred times more, almost palpable in the air. My breathing stopped, and from the way Eddie froze beside me as he went rigid from trying to keep the non-existent space between us, so had he.

The couch groaned under Trevor’s weight as he folded himself onto the opposite end of it, slinging an arm over Laura and pulling her into his side from where she was wedged between him and Eddie.

The screen lighted up, the words ‘based on a true story’ spread across it as it faded back into blackness and a scene of a happy couple making out at a lookout, took its place.

“Thought this was supposed to be a horror, not a romance Trevor.” Eddie hissed, digging his hand into his knee as he picked at the loose threads and grimaced at the display of affection in front of us.

“It is, dude.” Trevor glanced over the mound of blonde hair to shoot Eddie a concerned look. I burrowed down into the cushions away from Eddie, crossing my arms across my chest as I tried to melt away.

Any other night if I was sat in front of an R-rated movie, I’d be jumping and letting out little squeals the same as Laura. But I was too focused on snatching my hand back when it reached out to brush against Eddie’s thigh like it had a mind of its own, barely catching myself in time. I was literally having to remind myself to breath as every little shift that brought our bodies together, sent a flash of heat from wherever our skin touched.

He was driving me insane, but most infuriatingly of all was how unbothered Eddie seemed. Even though it felt like he was going to strenuous lengths to avoid touching me as much as possible, he was slouched in a relaxed position with his head leaning against the back of the couch, his hands resting in loose fists along the curve of his lap.

I swallowed hard as his lashes lowered against his cheeks, his breath fluttering from his parted lips as the mixed colours of gore from the tv, reflected off his sharp features prettily.

I’d turned my head too far and he noticed me, I dropped my gaze just as Eddie’s eyes slid to mine, watching my cheeks blaze in indignation at being caught. I felt his stare burning heat into me like an actual physical touch and I couldn’t help myself, I glanced back up shyly to find his almost black eyes focused entirely on me now.

The upturned corner of his lips twitched as a tight coil constricted around my chest, making it impossible to breath as his eyes trapped me. I caught my lip between my teeth as Eddie leant across my lap, his fingers brushed my knees as he swiped up the bundle of blankets at the corner of the couch.

“It’s cold.” He didn’t give the others a choice as he tossed a blanket into Trevor’s face, turning his back on him as he tucked the fleecy material into the contours of my body. I stayed as still as stone as Eddie draped it over my shoulders, his warm breath tickled my neck as he bent close to whisper in my ear.

“If you bite your fucking lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”

Fuck

I was lucky it was dark because my face was on fire, my breath blew past my lips in a shudder as Eddie sunk back against the pillows. A satisfied scoff vibrated through his chest as he lightly hung the rest of the blanket over his lap, his arms disappearing beneath it.

Spurts of red danced across the screen as the movie reached the point of the killer going on a spree, his victims screams bounced off the walls and drowned out my gasp as Eddie’s fingers brushed against my thigh.

His light touch traced across the fabric of my skirt, quickly moving down the side of my naked leg as my breath tumbled out in gasps. The thin blanket bunched up in my lap as I twisted it in my hands, gulping as Eddie��s fingers tips crawled over the top of my thighs, making his way to the blazing heat between them.

Eddie kept his eyes on the screen as he bantered back with Trevor over the low budget gore effects, squeezing my inner thigh until I relaxed and spread them apart for him.

I didn’t know what was in the air between us that made even the slightest touch feel like a lightning strike. But my body betrayed me as it became alert to every delicate brush of Eddie’s fingers, every inch that brought him closer to my drenched panties made me tremble against him.

I buried my groan by biting into my fist but he wasn’t so subtle. Eddie’s head fell back against his shoulders and let out a sigh through clenched teeth as his fingers slipped between my folds, flicking up and down through my slick as I anchored myself to the couch, holding on for dear life as his finger tip moved over my swollen bud, rubbing constant circles until my legs were shaking so hard the pillows beneath us started moving.

I whimpered as Eddie’s hand curved, pressing his first long finger inside of me, the intrusion burned slightly as he stretched me out before drifting off into a new sense of pleasure. I’d played with myself before, too many nights to remember where I pretended my smaller fingers were Eddie’s long ones, covered in bulky rings as they slammed into me.

But out of all the times I’d imagined this, I didn’t expect to have to have to swallow my cries because Eddie was secretly touching me in front of other people. Eddie laughed loudly to cover my moan as he slid a second finger deep into me, leaning forward over his lap to block me from view as I grabbed his wrists above the blanket, using him to keep me steady as the feeling of his hand threaten to send me over the edge.

“You’re actually enjoying the movie?” Laura scoffed, glaring at Eddie as I tried to blink through my tears of pleasure.

“Uh yeah, I actually really like what I’m watching.” He smirked, covering his mouth with his free hand as he glanced over at me through his thick lashes.

My head snapped back as I couldn’t stop the shudder and soft whimper that fled me as Eddie pushed up against a sensitive soft spot deep in my pussy. I squeezed my eyes and shook my head as Trevor asked me if the movie was too scary, not trusting myself to speak.

There was a roar of a chainsaw and Laura shrieked.

“Oh my god stop stop stop.” I scrambled as Eddie ripped his hand from between my legs, rubbing his jaw with the fingers still drenched in my essence as he glanced at my brother reaching for the remote. I used the distraction to shimmy my skirt back down my thighs, pinching the fabric of my panties to cover my slit again after Eddie had shoved it out of the way for himself.

He turned his head to look at me with alight eyes as my chest heaved and I sat up straighter, breathing deeply as I tore the blanket off my lap and let it fall to our feet, wanting to hide the evidence. Eddie grunted and curled over like he’d been punched in the gut as he glared at me, his hand pressed against his crotch.

I narrowed my eyes back confusingly at him before he huffed and his hands quickly dipped beneath his pant line, readjusting his hard on before the others noticed it straining against his jeans.

“I cannot believe you thought a double date watching a gross horror movie was a good idea.” Trevor’s face flared in anger as we all snapped our necks towards Laura and the boys almost yelled over each other.

“This is not a fucking double date –“

“-God no, she’s just Trevor’s sister.” Eddie shook his head with a look of – what I could only describe as disgust – clouding his face.

Just Trevor’s sister

The rush of air that was knocked from my chest was quiet, but he heard it. Eddie’s face was cold and devoid of any emotion, hiding whatever thoughts burned behind those pretty dark eyes as hurt flared in my face. That hurt quickly spiralled in anger as Trevor laughed like Laura had told the funniest joke in existence and she glanced between us in confusion.

I was only ever going to be the little sister. Nothing more, nothing less. Never my own person. The cold gut wrenching feeling of being used washed over me as everyone’s eyes settled on me.

Eddie had been right. He knew what guys wanted, what all guys wanted.

What he wanted.

My pathetically pining heart that had chased him for the last decade, cracked as I struggled with the realisation.

It didn’t matter how much I tried to fight and prove myself against the ‘innocent’ label they’d branded me with, because Eddie wasn’t going to feel anything genuine for me, he was just going to treat me like his little play thing.

I was such a fucking idiot

That knowledge made the corner of my vision turn red as my nails bit into my palms, the words falling from me without fear or hesitation.

“You know what Laura? I completely agree with you, it is a stupid idea. And I’m really glad that the guy that asked me to go out this weekend, doesn’t think I’d enjoy watching a horror movie under a blanket for a first date.” I spat the words at the shocked face of my brother and the stone cold, barely concealed simmering rage of Eddie’s. His eyes followed me as I launched myself from the couch, kicking his feet out of the way as I sped from the room before my building tears could fall.

The cold press wasn’t helping to dim the puffiness around both of my eyes, I slammed the wet cloth against the sink as I sighed and leant over it, glaring at my reflection in the mirror. My scream mutilated in my throat as I clutched my chest and spun around, cowering against the vanity as the pair of reflective eyes that scared me, emerged from the darkness.

Eddie hovered in the doorway with a grim expression, anger tightening the corner of his mouth as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You’ve been crying.” His voice didn’t reveal anything as he pointed out the obvious.

“Clearly, genius.” I swallowed as my eyes roamed over his bare chest, flitting away as he shifted and his plaid pyjama pants dipped lower against his v-line.

“What’s wrong?” His jaw clenched as he stumbled over the question, his eyes flaring with the answer he knew was coming.

“Why would you bother asking me that? I’m just Trevor’s little, innocent, stupid sister.” For the first time real anger flowed between us, pure undiluted rage as I stood my ground, copying his stance as I cocked a brow at him, daring him to deny the truth.

“Untouchable. Remember?” My hushed yell was still far too loud in the quiet house, cutting through the darkness as something burned in Eddie’s eyes and tears threatened to make a reappearance in mine.

“I never said you were stupid.” His face blazed with his own anger now as he took a few steps towards me. I backed into the few inches of space I still had behind me, needing to stay away from him to keep my head clear.

Eddie muttered my name as my eyes closed on their own, squeezing shut tighter and his rough, cold hands cradled my face.

“Open your eyes.” He demanded, pressing his hold on me as I shook my head. They flew open in shock and widened as Eddie’s chest pressed against mine, feeling it expand as he sucked in a deep breath and tilted his face towards me.

He was so close it was hard to look up at him, his lips moved closer to me as he whispered his question, the words vibrating through both of our bodies as he pressed me to him.

“What do you want?” It was barely a sigh, sending my mind blank as the minty smell of him washed over me. Eddie’s lashes brushed his cheeks as they focused on my quivering lips, patiently waiting for an answer that I couldn’t comprehend.

I caved

I couldn’t resist him

Even if he only wanted what every guy wanted

“You.” I didn’t say it, I just mouthed the word because Eddie’s dark stare had stolen the power of speech from me.

“Say it again. Louder.” His jaw flexed as our shaky breaths mingled, our lips moving closer together as his loose hair brushed past my collar bones. He paused, just as his bottom lip caressed mine and my knees gave out.

Eddie’s arm slid around my waist to keep me upright and the corner of his mouth twitched as he tried to force his smirk away.

“Say it.”

“You.” Eddie’s lips encased mine.

His heat flooded through me as they moved in a way that I’d only ever read about in my romance novels. They were softer than his hair looked, firm but they moved perfectly in sync with mine. God, the taste of him was more than I could have imagined, somehow a perfect mix of his cologne and weed and cigarettes and our peppermint mouthwash.

He was everywhere, his hands touching each bare patch of skin that I needed him to as I gave in completely, twisting my hands in his hair to pull him closer to me as I revelled in finally having our first kiss, never wanting to feel the cold air between our lips again.

Eddie groaned in response to my own one that tumbled from my lips, gripping the fabric of my shorts at my hip until I was afraid he was going to tear it away, his free hand trapped the side of my face, tilting my head up so he could attack my neck.

Each gentle bite followed by a kiss elected a desperate moan from me, flowing faster from me before I could stop them, almost like Eddie was chasing after them and finding pleasure in each sound he forced from me. My head rested back against the mirror with a sigh as his lips traced across my collar bone, teasing at the base of my neck as his hand brushed past the side of my breast, seeming almost like an accident until I spotted the smirk on Eddie’s face.

His hand tightened behind my ear and the nape of my neck as our eyes met, Eddie rose to his full height as an electric bolt shot through me from where our bare skin touched, straight to between my legs.

A tremor of cold reality washed over as his hand moved to trace the outline of my lips and I remembered where his fingers had been only a couple of hours ago. His face dropped as I gasped and lightly shoved at his shoulders, slipping out of his grip as I pulled up the strap of my shirt that Eddie had sneakily slipped off my shoulder.

“Don’t do this. Please, if you don’t care about me, don’t act like you do. I’m not some whore you can have when you want.” I couldn’t hold his stare as my breath quivered from me, sounding embarrassingly like I was going to cry as Eddie gripped the sides of the vanity beside me and leaned over it, forcing me to bow back against it and look up at him.

His jaw was clenched and his eyes flashed dangerously, Eddie ran his tongue along his bottom lip as his stare flicked between mine, trying to read something in them as his brows creased angrily.

“You have no idea how much I fucking care about you.”

I refused to believe him

“Like a sister.” I mumbled.

Heat flashed up my arm as Eddie wrenched it away from his chest, pressing my fingers against his hard length hidden beneath his pants. I glanced up at him as he let out a hollow sigh, smiling without humour as he shook his head.

“I haven’t stopped being hard since you decided to hide under that fucking table. I haven’t been able to stop thinking you. You have no idea-.” Eddie tilted his forehead until it was pressing against mine, letting his eyes fall shut as he loosened his grip around my wrist.

I kept my hand pressed against him, my cheeks blushing as I waited.

“-what you do to me. Fucks sake you pretty, silly girl. I tried to stay away because I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you. Look what happened tonight, I thought I could handle seeing you but I fucking can’tstay away from you. I love Trevor like a brother, and because of that, you’re off limits.” Eddie dropped his grip completely and took a step back, shaking his head to clear it as he stared up at the ceiling, clenching his fists together before he yanked them through his hair roughly.

Eddie glanced back down at me with a sad smile as I froze, soaking up every syllable.

“Like a sister.” He mocked me. “You’ve got no idea how hard it is not to corrupt you. I was able to stay away from you for ten years, but you just had to prove how bad you actually are didn’t you?” Eddie shook his head again, his hand squeezing my cheeks until my lips mushed together.

“Not so innocent, am I?” White, hot pleasure cut through me. I’d won

Eddie groaned and threw his head back, muttering the word Succubus

“The things I want to do to you, what I dream about doing, what I need to do to you. You don’t do that to a sister.” Eddie took a few more steps back, like he needed the space between us as a foreign heat spurred me across the tiles of the bathroom a couple of paces.

“Like what?” I demanded, excitement urging me on as the walls between my legs fluttered at his words.

“That’s not the sort of thing I should tell someone like you.” Eddie wrapped his hands around my wrists to pull them away as I reached up to cup his face, pinning them between us as he smirked at the pout on my lips.

“Someone like me?” I scowled.

“Virgin.” Eddie grinned widely, whispering the word like he was embarrassed.

“How would you know.” I shot back, flinching away from him.

“Because from the first day I met you, I haven’t taken my eyes off you. Trust me, I would know if you weren’t one anymore.” Eddie’s eyes flashed a warning in them as his face coloured, his chest heaving as he ran his gaze over my body.

“Show me.”

“What?” I enjoyed catching him off guard for a split second before I pushed forward, refusing to lose my false sense of confidence.

“Show me… what you want to do to me.” My voice sounded heavy with lust even to my own ears, a blush creeping up my neck as Eddie halted.

Eddie’s hands fell to my hips as he pushed me back against the counter, kicking the bathroom door shut with his heel as he lifted me onto the counter behind us, sliding my legs apart as he moved between them.

“That’s it. Keep those pretty eyes on me.” My breaths were shallow as Eddie dipped against my chest, biting at my breasts beneath the thin fabric of my shirt as he moved across my stomach, his hands tracing the trails of fire that his mouth left behind.

My head pressed back against the cold surface of the mirror as I knotted my hands in Eddie’s hair, holding onto him to keep me on earth as his face pressed against my slit covered by my pyjama shorts.

I wasn’t wearing panties and Eddie knew that. His eyes glinted up at me as I peeked down, shutting my eyes and throwing my head to the side as he pressed his nose against me and rubbed it against my swollen clit, laughing deeply as I trembled and hooked my legs around his back to trap him against me. Eddie pushed my thighs up further until they were resting on his shoulders and I was sitting half off the vanity, my pelvis angled perfectly towards him as he looked at me like I was edible.

“So goddamn corruptible.” Whatever snarky response I might have had, died on my lips as Eddie devoured me like a mad man. His lips latched around my clit as he tugged slightly, grinning into my thigh as a loud moan slid out of my chest. He squeezed my legs and shushed me before he brought his tongue to my puffy lips drenched in my own arousal and his saliva, spreading the mixture around and burying his face in it as I twisted beneath him and tugged his hair up towards me, begging for him to suck on my clit again as I whimpered.

“Please Eddie please.” I arched away from the mirror as I reached up to cup my own breasts, surprising myself as I pinched and twisted my hard nipples until I was crying out from both the pain and the laps of pleasure Eddie’s tongue was erecting from me.

“Uhh I’m fucking powerless if you beg.” He rolled his eyes as he moved higher on his knees, digging his fingers into the tops of my thighs as his teeth dragged along my throbbing bud, each tug from his mouth made my legs ache to snap shut and trap him there forever.

The mirror steamed up as heat billowed around us, a lusty concoction of my moans and Eddie’s grunts and the erotic sounds of his tongue on my pussy was enough to suffocate us both.

Something tightened just below my stomach, forcing my eyes shut as my legs twitched and I froze, almost seizing as Eddie’s tongue circled around my clit as his longest finger slid inside of my drenched hole easily, almost like he recognised some unseen cue to go faster.

His free hand that wasn’t working between my legs shot up to shove his fingers in my mouth so that my gag muted my scream, coating my tongue in the sticky residue that his hand had fucked out of me.

It all happened at once, something invisible broke inside of me and my legs snapped shut against the sides of Eddie’s face, my crossed ankles digging into the middle of his back as I arched up off the mirror, ripping his hair from the roots as my lips locked around a silent scream and choked on his hand.

Waves of immense pleasure, nothing like I had ever been able to elicit out of my body myself, destroyed my composure. This feeling came deep from within my soul, no, Hell.

It had to come from Hell because nothing could so devilishly intoxicating, I would ruin my soul searching for this feeling for the rest of the time.

As quickly as it came, it was over. I slumped against the vanity as I melted, my eyes ringing and blocking out Eddie’s question as he rose to his feet, grinning as he wiped the wetness from his chin and wrapped his hand around my ass, crushing me to him as he dipped his head down to me.

“You still think I’m innocent?” My hypothetical question came out groggy, like I was drunk as I clasped my fingers around the back of his neck. I couldn’t help the stupid grin on my face as I shivered, unable to block out the tingling between my thighs as my internal walls fluttered around nothing, begging for something.

“You just came on my face, what do you think?” His grin was twice as wide as his lips moved to mine.

“Yo Eddie, is that you in there?” Eddie’s face froze inches from mine as Trevor’s voice rung out from the hallway, his heavy footsteps thudding against the carpet runner as he headed towards the bathroom.

“Uh yeah man, just taking a piss.” I jumped as my brother’s fist pounded down against the wooden door, flinching as it rattled on its hinges. Eddie’s face was an exact image of fear the same as mine, as we tensed in each other’s arms.

“Well I’m gonna smoke if you wanna come.” There was a pause as Eddie’s eyes snapped shut and he pinched the bridge of his nose, I could see his thoughts ticking over as my head swam, my thoughts turning foggy from the breath I refused to let go off.

I tightened my hold around his shoulders as Eddie’s hands gripped my sides, lifting me off the bench and placing me with a feather light touch next to where the door would swing back on. His hand wrapped around my mouth as he turned towards the closed doorway.

“I’m going to tell him.” His words were barely more than a whisper as resolve hardened in his eyes, speaking more to himself than me as my face narrowed in shock.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a sec.” Eddie’s eyes flashed back to mine as his hand dropped to my throat, not tight enough to hurt but he squeezed it until my core throbbed for him again. Eddie mashed his lips to mine, wiping the smile off my face as his free hand cradled the curve of my cheek softly, he pulled away only to whisper in my ear.

“You’re not going on that date this weekend.” Eddie’s smirk disappeared from my shocked glance as he placed a soft kiss at the side of my neck, leaving me alone with my shiver as cold air replaced his hold and he tugged the door open, wide enough to slip through but still hiding me and my reflection, from view.

“You been jerking off in there or something?” I pressed both hands against my mouth as my knees shook, my brothers voice barely audible over the roaring in my ears.

“Yeah, couldn’t help myself.” There was a tinge of nerves and annoyance in his voice that Trevor didn’t pick up on, drowning in his forced laugh and my brothers boisterous one.

“You need a girl man.” It sounded like Trevor slapped Eddie on the shoulder and I glanced up in the mirror.

Eddie’s pained and honest stare met mine in the reflection as he glanced over his shoulder, a war raging in his face as he pulled the door closed behind him.

“Believe me, I’m trying.”

Part Three

Also readers - if anyone’s looking for a slow burn Eddie x enemies to lovers, check out my Opposite Ends series (almost completed)

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holyghostbelle · 2 months

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STEVE HARRINGTON MUST DIE

Its been a year since someone spread a rumour to you school that you've sucked off half the football team in one night. one year of catcalls, one year of graffitied lockers and bullying, so when you find out his majesty king Steve is behind the rumour its time to take drastic action against him. King!Steve x reader

chapter one:

SLUT is written haphazardly across your locker, the sharpie is smeared unevenly and you spit into a tissue hopping it takes even a little bit of the black ink off, your going to kill who ever keeps doing this, your promise you will, well maybe not kill, maybe throw a milkshake over them or paint on their car.

It's the fourth time this month and you grimace as the janitor moves you out the way taking a jar of rubbing alcohol to remove the lovely compliment across your locker, at least it wasn't the sherbet candy like last time, poured in through the crack of the door with spray with perfume, all over your fucking shoes, they stuck the the ground for a week.

Eddie leans across the locker next to you and smiles. “ they spelt it right this time” you smile remembering the backwards ‘s’ and extra ‘e’

“Idk i kinda like slute , felt french, come on freak were going to be late for art”

“Okay wench”

That's what you liked about Eddie, his light heartedness towards the shit you got from the cool preppy kids, it didn't matter if they insulted him or you for that matter, words were just words at the end of the day. But anything more and you'd both throw a punch for each other.

You sit next to each other at the back of class and paint. Eddies drawing some kind of monster with a head and jaws unhinged a Demogorgan? You don't bother to learn the name, apart from the fact he is totally obsessed with Dungeons and Dragons. You usually gossip or talk about music, mainly the music for your band. “Satanic panic” formed after the christian hate of all things nerdy.

Watched the exorcist movie? Liked a Metallica song? Took out a Stephen King novel from the library? Or do you carry a crystal around in your bag? Well bad news kids you're a satanist you've been possessed by the devil ! Come join the local gay hating church where we rid you of sins and put you in pressed yellow shirts and blue slacks, your sins will all be but forgotten!

“Are you coming to steves tonight?” Eddie grins, he shades in the mouth area as you collage words from the newspaper on to the cast of Baywatch.

“Yeah of course! I love watching the popular kids get drunk and embarrass themselves” you look over to Tommy and Carol sitting at the table next to you, there with other kids you don't remember the names of carbon copies of whatever stars have been making the rounds on MTV.

‘Ricks got the shit stuff in again but I'm gonna say it's skunk, you know ?”

"Good idea, saving the good shit for us huh?”

He laughs at you, and you gaze at the popular table, carols missing and then something splashes over the table and your hair is all wet , it drips off your face and stains your work and the table a dark red, you look up at her and she winces.

“Oh I'm so sorry” she pouts and then laughter fills the room. Eddie looks at you with concern, gripping at your arm to stop you from throwing a punch, you wipe your hair and grasp at her shoulder “it's okay i get it its a mistake” you smile and take your hand away leaving a red stain on her white cashmere jumper.

‘Oh im so sorry” you fake wince as if you didn't mean too and then you stand. You tower over her by two inches in your boots smiling as you walk away.

You roll your eyes in the corridor, going to your locker to grab an extra shirt.

You blindly pull yourself into the bathroom and witness the mess your left with, dark paint water stains your face like blood, your hair is a sopping mess and the shirt you have on its covered in lumps of paint, you shed the shirt leaving it on the floor before rinsing your hair and face under the sink, then your grab some tissue and rub at your forehead where the acrylic has started to dry. The door swings open and foot steps approach you.

“You're in the boys bathroom”

You turn your head under the sink to look at whoever has approached, it's the almighty, King Steve . Your eyes widen and you glance over the urinals in the mirror.

“Fuck” you squeeze the water out of your hair and rinse your hands quickly. Grabbing your shirt off the floor, you turn to exit. Steve grabs your arm and stops you.

“You're not wearing a shirt,” he grins and you look down at your chest, lacy black bralette covering you.

You look into his eyes as you shove the clean shirt on. He takes a piece of tissue and wipes the red from around your eyes.

“your pretty when you're not being mean”

You snatch the tissue out of his hand and throw it in the bin as you swing the door open.

“Asswipe”

“Slut!” he shouts at you, as you flick the middle finger towards him.

“He's kinda an asshole” Eddie sips his beer, hand wet with condensation, the paper label is already peeling.

“Who, Billy?” you gaze at the glorified Calvin Klein model of a high-schooler, his button up is undone and the crowd of girls are screaming as he does another body shot off sweaty tanned skin. He winks as he catches your gaze, licking his lips and gesturing you over your face shrivels up in disgust , shaking your head a very clear no.

“No, Steve” he mutters.

And then you glance at Steve. He leans over another senior high-schooler, glancing down into her eyes and you can tell that her legs are just about to wobble in anticipation. Her hair falls into her face and he pushes it behind her ear, calculated. She swoons and blushes hiding her face in her hands and then he pulls them away and says something. Whatever that is, it's enough because she's grasping at his striped shirt. Steve notices that he's being stared at and he meets your eyes, his hand waves and you scoff into your beer, eyes squinting.

You tuck your now clean hair behind your ear, “He's a slut yeah, he's not as bad as the others.” Your head cocks to the side as you ponder. You're standing in Steve's house, against the white wall, eddies made about 200 hundred dollars in the past hour from selling coke and weed to the local crowd, he doesn't tell you this but he always sneaks a twenty into your pocket before you leave.

“He broke Jonathan's camera like last year.”

“Okay but in his defence! I heard from Julie who heard from Carol that he was taking photos of that sophomore Nancy getting undressed, hiding in a bush”

“He's a bully, he plays around with girls hearts and he only invites us because i sell drugs”

“Okay so he's an asshole, but he's only ever called me a few names” you shrug sipping you beer as you look over to Eddie, his mohawk has nearly grown out from his punk stage and now he rocks a greasy mullet, his curls tucked behind his ears, you're happy you convinced him to not dye his hair pink, telling him he would get half as many girls as he already did, putting him into the negatives.

Eddie’s head looks down, his hand bushing back the tiny curls around his forehead.“Oh fuck-okay! Please don't kill me” he put his hands up in defence.

“Spit it out Munson”

“He's the one that started to the rumour that you sucked off half the football team last year”

You clench your teeth, squinting at Eddie before hitting the upside of his head.

“What the fuck Eddie you didnt think to tell me ? I was blaming Heather the whole time, I'm gonna go over there” your back parts the wall quickly in a fit of rage before Eddie's hand grabs your arm back and you meet the wall again.

“Don't fight him,Jesus!”

You clench your fists.

“Eddie, people still call me a slut, you know what happened today and I was told if I get one more mark on my locker I have to pay to get it painted over.”

Eddie sighs, staring at you as his eyebrows raise. "starting a fight with Steves not even gonna work, he wouldn't hit you, you're a girl”

“But you could” you smile “He's put me through hell for a year, all because of a stupid rumour.”

“If i hit the guy i lose business, look don't do anything drastic, please”

You smile at Eddie, it's mischievous, the smile takes up your whole face, your eyes are alert and you laugh to yourself.

“For fucks sake, Go on” he asks intrigued, eyes rolling.

“Okay, you make a bet with Steve"

“What bet?”

“Something like, i won't date him or say i love you, and then he gains a guilty conscious and tells me it's all a bet because he really likes me, and i tell him oh i knew the whole time, and hes like devastated bcs i was in on it and i don't like him”

“All because he told the school you're a cocksucker, what if he tells you I made a bet?”

You look at him in the eye and nod “for all the girls he's ever treated like shit Eddie, like really teach him a lesson, make that asshole think he can't do whatever he wants, you said it yourself, he's an asshole, besides he's not gonna tell me if there's something he can get out of it, Men like games”

“That's horrid and insane.” he smiles.

“What can I say, I'm a feminist”

Eddie sighs, and then laughs, “okay”

“Really? Oh my god, okay, I'm gonna go out for a joint, act really drunk tell him i hate him and then make the bet , and hit on the girl so she leaves or whatever”

Eddie slaps his face, shaking his hair and then chugs down the beer, he smiles and you watch him head over, you give Steve a dirty look, turn and head outside passing Billy's half naked body pouring shots.

There's a slight chill in the air, it's not warm enough for people to get in the pool this time of year so you watch couples hunching together on lawn chairs with blankets wrapped around each other. You glance over your shoulder, seeing Eddie point at you through the glass doors and then you catch Steve's eye, you play it coy. Lighting your joint and looking him up and down. You face the pool again. Wrapping your bomber jacket around yourself as the wind hits your face.

“Brought you a blanket.” you feel something get wrapped around your shoulders and you hide your smile. Looking up at Steve, he's just about six feet.

“Thanks” you say nodding. Inhaling your joint and blowing the smoke out directly on his face.

His eyes gaze up and down at yours and he leans against the wooden railing of the decking.

“Parties huh.” he sighs looking off into the distance one hand smoothing his hair back.

There's a pause “Oh! You don't like them?” you ponder, eyebrows raising. You hear the beat of the Bangles behind you, and a smashing of glass.

“Not really, but you know, gotta make appearances.” he shrugs.

“This is your house, Steve, you invited everyone” you laugh.

He looks at you, head cocking to the side and then he grabs your hand, his thumb rubbing softly against your palm. “yeah” he bites his bottom lip. And you blink through your lashes at him.

He takes your joint from your hand, breathing it in and then he just walks away. And you're utterly confused, you look at Eddie through the glass door who puts his hands up questioning and you shake your head confused eyebrows furrowed and robbed of half a joint, blanket hanging off your shoulder.

What the fuck.

“So I told him, you like to hate his guts” Eddie grunts, hand against the wheel of his beat up van, he inhales his cigarette and throws it out the window with ease “and he laughed like actually laughed and then said, No one hates me, this will be easy and I was like oh yeah wanna make a bet? and then he was like her?! Easiest three five of my life!" and then he left.”

“Wow, Dick oh I can't wait to ruin his little life. Rich cunt” you smile as Eddie pulls into the trailer park, parking at his trailer. He looks at you, sprawled across the car seat, your legs pulled up on the chair to avoid getting beer and fast food all over your white shoes.

“Well, what did he say?”he asks.

‘Oh shit! yeah, urm he said he has to make appearances at parties” you bunny ear at the sentence, laughing “and then i was like Steve this is your house, and he grabbed my hand and looked me in the eyes for like a minute, stole my joint and just walked off ? I’m so confused” You push your hair back out your face, snatching your bag up from the seat. “can i stay over tonight i way too high to drive home” you ask.

‘You know you don't have to ask, just be quiet, Wayne's sleeping.” he pats your thigh.

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unamused-boss · 3 months

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Say What?

Billy Hargrove x Fem Reader

18+ Smut. semi-public sex Summary: Date night went exactly how it should be. A night of passion and love after the events of Starcourt back in the summer. Now that spring is here new things are happening. Until Eddie Munson is being wanted for murder and everyone shows up at your house to get some more help. But Eddie Munson being wanted for murder won't be the only surprise.

This date night was everything you could have ever wished for from Billy. A drive in movie to a lot, a romantic dinner at a nice restaurant. Billy made every stop. He got you flowers, held the door open for you, cuddled you at the movie; ever since the incident at the mall he has become a more thought out person. He was already thinking about you everyday, but now he thinks about his effect on others. Especially with the others from when Starcourt happened.

However for now he wants to keep you to himself. Your relationship has been secret since the beginning of last year. Billy is utterly obsessed with you. He wants to be around every second of the day, holding you, kissing you, touching you in any way possible.

"Ah~ah~AH!" Which is what he is doing right now. Your ass straight in the air. His rough hands holding your waist helping with slamming his cock right into your pussy. Your moans not stopping only getting louder and louder with every thrust he sends into you. At this very moment your are so happy your parents are out of town for spring break.

"You like that baby~" Billy sighed. "You want some more, princess." The use of the pet name made you clench around his cock. You felt him lean down to your back, not stopping his motion in the slightest. His breath fanned the nape of your neck his lips connected to your hot skin. Leaving a trail of kisses all along it. His hands moved from your hips and to your breasts. Cupping them, squeezing them, playing with them it felt like static all throughout your body. The overflowing sense of pleasure filled you. God it made you even more wet. His thrusts began to feel more sporadic. "Come on babe, I know you can take all of me."

"Ah~ ah~..." Your moans and whimpers continued. With one deep thrust you felt Billy go balls deep into your pussy. "Holy shit~!" You two were left panting. You fell to your bed, Billy continued to hold himself up with his arms. You felt his cock slowly the heat never leaving your body.

"You wanna go another round." Billy grinned.

"Yes!" You flipped over to face him on top of you. You pull him down to capture him in a lustful kiss. His hands groping every inch of you. Legs entangled and arm wrapped around each other. Nothing but pure adoration for one another. "Can I ride you?" You asked breathlessly.

"Hell yeah!" You were flipped over laying on his stomach at the moment. You giggled leaning down to him to capture one more kiss. Your hips rose over his hard cock, pulsing just waiting for you. You bring your hips down, with the help of the slick from before it was a little easier to get his dick in you. You moaned at the sensation. Your hips started to grind into him, his hand forcing your hips further down onto his cock. To was all to blissful.

Till your landline started to go off on your bed side table. You both just starred at each other. Not knowing what to do.

"Answer it." Billy said.

"What?" You chirped. "Why?"

"Cause I wanna see you hold yourself together while I'm fucking you." God that made you even more wet.

"What if I moan into the phone?" You panicked to your boyfriend.

"Then I guess you better stay quiet, sweetheart." Billy said, lowering his voice in just the way you love it.

"Fine." You huffed leaning your body over to grab the phone. Every muscle tensing with pleasure as you moved. The receiver was in your hand. "Hello?" You answered, Billy's hand moving from your hip to your clit. Rubbing it causing more friction between you two.

"Hey! (Y/N)!" Fuck it's Robin.

"Hey Robin, what do you need?" You asked. Billy started to move his hips into a forward motion. Fucking right into you. You felt like you were bitting through your lip to keep any noise from coming out of your mouth.

"So how ya doing?" Robin asked, there was something behind this phone call. But you were focused on other things.

"I'm doing good." You steadily said. "What's with the-" You were interrupted by a rough thrust from Billy's hips. You inhaled in, "What's with the late night call girl?"

"Oh I just wanted to chat for a minute." Yep there was definitely something going on behind the call. Another rough thrust was pushed into you. His constant grinding made you want to drool at the delicious sensation happening in your vagina.

"Ah-hem, can this wait till later Robin?" You asked desperately. Your bodies were heated, sweat was dripping from every curve, the constant motion made you mad.

"No! I mean, no it can't- wait what?" You heard faint voices in the back ground of the call. Billy flipped you over.

"Ah!" You squeaked out at his action. You now lay beneath him as he thrusts into you. "Mmhm~" You moaned into your pressed lips. His head dips into your neck leaving lustful kisses all it.

"Are you okay?" Robin asked.

"Yep! just fine, just stubbed my toe."

Billy leaned up into your ear, "That's all baby~" he whispered into you ear, kissing the shell of your ear.

"Oh okay." Robin said. "Well I was wondering if-" You didn't hear the rest that she had to say. Billy's thrusts quickened even more. Pounding into with every ounce a strength he has. All you focus was on keeping quiet. The sound of your skin slapping against the others was riveting. Their bodies yearned of one another. Light touches soon turned into clawing down Billy's back. His thrusts hitting every part of your body never stopping. You wonder if he is even tired at this point, his stamina did not falter. Your skins was flushed to the point that you as if you were burnt. Burnt with the pleasure of a man that could satisfy you. Your free hand was tugging at the curls of his hair. His thrusts become untamed. The sensation over powered you.

"So does that work for you?" Robin's long ramble finally concluded.

"Yeah, totally works. I gotta go now Robs bye~" You desperately spoke into the phone. Slamming the phone back down where it should'v been the whole night. Hung up. "Ah~Ah~Ahh~".

"That's it baby, come undone for me." He said hungrily. His movements become even faster. Unrhythmic patterns flow through your body. Your moan finally become unleashed. Every possible noice comes out of you with pleasure. "You ready Baby~".

"Yees~" Billy kept his hips in motion. Pounding into you, however that speed started to slow done. You knew you both were close to being undone. He gives one last thrust right into you. Electricity runs through your veins. You swear your neighbors could hear you from the noises that you were making. Billy takes his time taking himself out of your pussy. He laid himself next to you. You both now lay in bed breathless from your actions.

"That was amazing..." Billy huffed.

"Yeah~" You breathlessly spoke.

Last night was the most riveting night ever. You don’t remember much from your night of fornication with Billy. You do remember Billy helping you to the bathroom through out the night. The sun was coming through the curtains in your room. You felt the warm skin go across your skin. You stretched your arm out to fin Billy. Your hand found the small of his back, you rub your hand up his back. You leaned up onto his back, kissing all along his neck.

"Hey handsome~" You kissed Into his skin.

He flipped over, taking you into his arms. " Hello~" he brings you closer than you already are. You look over to the clock on your bedside to see it read 10:57 am.

“Damn, we were out for a while.” You joked, cuddling yourself back into Billy.

"That just means we gotta make up for lost time." Billy dipped his head into your neck, kissing all over your jaw. You giggle that the ticklish sensation from some of his stubble rubbing against your cheek. You try to move back, away from Billy, but Billy following you. Now on top of you, smushing you under his weight, holding you in place, peppering kisses all over you. This morning could not get any better.

The ring of your door bell rang through the house. You and Billy both stop what you are doing. 'who the hell is here?'

"Where you expecting someone?" Billy asked.

"No I don't think so?" You answered. "I don't know how- Shit it's Robin!" You quickly get up frantically looking for clothes to wear. While putting one the first thing you saw.

"Where are you going?" Billy asked.

"To see what they want so they can go away." You said. "Then we can go back to where we were." Kissing his cheek then sprinting out your bedroom. You make your way down stairs to the front door.

"Seriously what is taking her is long?" The muffled voice of Steve Harrington can be heard. You open the door not only to be met with Steve and Robin; but also Max, Dustin, and Nancy. 'What the hell did you agree to last night?'

"Hey guys, whatcha doin here?" You nervously asked.

"You know why." Steve said, acting like you knew what was going on. "Now let us in." Before you could protest anymore everyone made their way into your home. Billy can hear everyone from your room. Everyone was talking all at once, you didn't know were one thing ended and were it began.

"Everyone shut up!" You yelled. "What is going on?"

“Munson is wanted.” Steve put blankly.

“Munson? Like Eddie Munson?” You questioned.

“Yep, that’s the one.” Steve stated again. Everyone took a brief minute to explain the whole situation to you. Chrissy’s death, the upside down, a wizard named Vecna, and how this possibly brings Max into the mix.

“So what did you need my help for?” You were still confused. What was the importance of being brought into this.

“Well you’re the reason Billy is alive maybe you can help.” Nancy reasoned. She had a point, you did save Billy. You were able to find a way to break through the mind flayer’s control. You guess they do have a reason to come for your help, you've been in this supernatural problem for long but these guys have been your friends for a longer time.

“Of course, I’ll help you guys.” You smiled. “You guys can come back tomorrow, I’m kinda preoccupied.”

Everyone was silent not knowing what to say next till. “Is that Billy’s shirt?” A confused Max asked.

“What?” You said, completely put back by what she said. You look down to, indeed, see that you did put on Billy’s shirt. 'shit'.

"Uh- N-no, it's not."

"Why did you stutter?" Max questioned.

"It just surprised me that's all." You replied, hoping that would stop her from asking any more questions.

"Any ways, we need to see all the files you stole from the lab about the upside down." Dustin cut in.

"I didn't steal those files Dustin." You said back to him.

"Ah yes because it's normal for someone to steal super secret science files from their dad's place of work. Don't worry I do the same." Steve sassed at me.

"You literally said last night on the phone you would let us do this." Robin rebutted.

"I did?" You said. Everyone shook their head in agreement. "Well my room is a mess, you won't find them."

"Oh please, you're like the cleanest person we know. What is there a sock on the floor you didn't pick up." Robin joked.

"We're going in your room." Steve sassed, He made his way up the stair to your room, everyone else following him along.

"Wait do not go up to my room!" You yelled, hopefully giving Billy enough time to hide. Which he was able to do, hiding in your closet. However he was not able to hide the discarded clothes on the floor from the night before. Everyone else quickly made it into your room. As you made it up there you quickly noticed no sign of Billy, which was a relief to you.

"Ah- let me get those files for you." You quickly made your way to were the files were held. Clearly stepping over the clothes that you choose to give no attention to.

"Why are there men's clothes on your floor?" Max asked.

"Um they're my cousin's." You frantically respond.

"Your cousin's?" Nancy asked peculiarly. You nodding in agreement to her words.

"Yep."

"You don't have cousin's." Nancy said.

"How do you know? You never asked." You rebutted back. "The files aren''t in the place I put them." You try to change the topic to something different.

"(Y/N) really, those are Billy's pants." Max said, pointing to the clothes on the floor.

"No they are not Max." You said, making your way to the closet door to look for the files. "I can assure you that those clothes aren't Billy's." Your statement was said. However you rip open the closet door. Only to be met with a butt naked Billy Hargrove. You both look at each other wide eyed. Everyone's eyes were wide, their jaws were on the floor, and they were all dumb founded. The fact the Billy was in your closet naked was the second to last thing they were expecting out of this day.

"Oh my fuck." You swore.

"Explain. right now." Steve said.

Which you did, after getting Billy his pants. You explained that you and Billy were dating from the start of summer back in 85. You both cared for each other a lot. How he asked you out. How you both wanted this relationship to be kept secret. Thinking your friends, on both sides, would not like your relationship. But you both love each other very much, and no one's opinions was going to change that.

"That's basically it." You finished.

"Aww, that's so sweet." Robin cooed.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Steve questioned.

"Um did you not just hear the whole story Harrington?" Billy retorted to him.

"Be nice." You sassed at him. "We wanted to tell we really did, especially after what happened at the Mall. But every time we would over think it." Billy wrapped his arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple. Everyone sat in silence from the words you had said.

"It's okay." Max reassured... "But why him."

"Max." Dustin grumbled out.

"It's an honest question." Max stated.

"She does have a point." Steve said. You just laughed at your friends. Happy that they didn't blow up on you like you thought they would.

"So what's this about Munson being wanted for murder?" Billy questioned.

"It's a long story." You sighed, kissing his cheek.

"Ew don't do that." Max complained. You laughed at Max, while Billy just grumbled at the red head.

"You guys change then we, can figure out how to help Eddie." Nancy stated. Everyone agreed leaving you and Billy to change. Until Robin came back into the room.

"Ha, quick question." She spouted. "So by any chance, were you guys- um- doing anything when I called?" The lesbian nervously asked. You and Billy just looked at each other.

"No, Robs we weren't." You smiled at her. Saving her from what would have been a life altering moment.

"Great. I don't believe. But I gonna go with it." She said before running out of the room. Now you and Billy are alone.

"Well that was fun, sweets." Billy smirked.

"It sure was." You smiled. "Well I guess the thrill is go now."

"Maybe, but at least I got you." Billy said. Bringing your lips to his sealing them in a kiss.

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gorgeousgreymatter-x · 1 year

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An excerpt from my unfortunately likely very belated birthday fic for @wynnyfryd my beloved:

It’s not like there’s a definitive set of tracks that Eddie’s on the wrong side of, but there’s something about being in Loch Nora, driving through the suburbs of these rich-y rich neighborhoods that made his skin crawl. Like he’s wearing a huge neon red sign that says I’m not supposed to be here. But there are a few things he’ll venture out to Doucheville for.

The main one being money.

Okay — the only one being money. But who was he to turn down practically double his normal rates simply because Heather Holloway was too prissy to meet in the woods? Whatever, for that much extra cash he’d throw in home delivery just this once.

Of course, because nothing in Eddie’s life is fair or easy, it backfires. Not in the lack of payday kind of way, he thinks, patting the thick roll of cash newly stuffed into his back pocket. That part had gone just fine. Heather had played her part of the stuck up cheerleader and Eddie the scummy drug dealer and yada yada everybody went home happy.

It backfires more in the almost crashed his van into a tree and died simply because he’s a horny idiot kind of way.

Because the universe apparently decided that Eddie, who’d literally promised himself that he was no longer going to be an obsessed freakazoid over Steve goddamn Harrington, must be tested, must truly suffer. Why else would right now be the exact moment in time he drives past the guy while he's clearly on a run and sporting a pair of nearly indecent length running shorts coupled with a — jesus h. christ — a Hawkins High Marching Band t-shirt cut into a crop top revealing a gloriously thick treasure trail. And muscles. So many muscles.

The universe clearly wanted Eddie to die.

And now Eddie has to sit here, rubbing awkwardly at the bruise he definitely feels blooming on his forehead from the unfortunate whack it’s taken against his steering wheel. Because, as mentioned — idiot. He has to sit here while Steve fucking Harrington peers into his open window with this unfathomably sweet look of concern on his stupid angelic face that makes Eddie, for a moment, kinda wish he was dead. Especially because his brain decides, “There was a squirrel!” is the best thing to blurt out when Steve asks if he’s okay. The hasty, “I mean, I’m fine,” Eddie adds after definitely helps sell it a lot. He can tell by the way Steve’s brow is all furrowed in a stupidly cute stupid way.

“I dunno, man,” Steve says (and Eddie definitely does not stare as he watches a single bead of sweat drip down the slope of Steve’s throat, over those pair of freckles Eddie absolutely hasn't thought about sinking his teeth into), "I kind of have a lot of experience with head injuries and that looked like it hurt. Are you sure –"

"Why do you care?"

Steve's worried expression crumples into something steely that just makes Eddie feel like even more of a dick than he knows he's already being. "I just know how shitty concussions can be, sorry for worrying about you, I guess --"

Fuck. Eddie sighs. It would be so much easier if Steve was the jerk Eddie'd always thought he was instead of what he's really turning out to be, which is such a fucking sweetheart that Eddie can't help but want to do a lot of really, really not sweet things to him. "Shit, no -- I'm being an asshole. Maybe chalk it up to that possible head trauma you're worried about?"

Steve is quiet for a moment, but then that look of cool detachment disappears, and he smiles, all gleaming white teeth, and it feels like watching the fucking sun splitting through storm clouds or some shit. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Eddie blinks and sees that Harrington's got his middle finger up, flipping him the bird with such a smug little smirk on that pretty face that Eddie can't help it. He laughs. "Cute."

"You really think so?" Maybe it's the heat. That's gotta be it, Eddie thinks, watching how Steve's cheeks flush, watches as it spreads down past his throat, past those tufts of chest hair poking up teasingly past the stretched out collar of his borrowed t shirt.

The t-shirt Steve had so clearly borrowed from Robin. Robin, who was supposedly Harrington's girlfriend. The image of Robin from earlier in the cafeteria that day wearing Steve’s letterman jacket flashes across his mind and he has to bite him own tongue to stop himself from wincing.

Eddie's gonna throw up. Maybe he does have a concussion after all.

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usedtobecooler · 2 years

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she's got the look.

Pairing | Eddie Munson x fem!plus size!reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), fingering, oral f receiving, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting, slight choking kink, kind of fluffy-ish?, words of affirmation, reader isn't very nice about her body and eddie needs to tell her she's perfect!!

Word count | 2.1k

A/N | i'm projecting a bit with this work however i truly believe in my heart eddie loves people of all shapes and sizes and i think he'd treat a plus size girl so well. this is essentially 2k words of absolute smut right from the get go.

eddie who's absolutely obsessed with plus size!reader and her body ))):

You're in the back of his van, laid out on some makeshift mattress made out of blankets and pillows, two of his fingers deep in your wet pussy whilst his tongue assaults your clit. You risk a glance down and all you can see is a frizz of brown curls bobbing over the small mound of your tummy blocking your view. It's rare you ever open your eyes during, really, too worried about catching a glimpse of any of your body and turning yourself off.

Eddie's moaning loud against your cunt, you can feel the tell tale sign of him rutting himself against a small bundle of the blanket below him, which in turn makes you moan out too, "Fuck, Eds," you whine, finally grasping a hand in his curls and tugging hard, thick thighs shaking around his head, squeezing ever so slightly.

He just moans again, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your clit as he assaults you further, his fingers finding that spongey spot inside of you and rubbing it relentlessly. You can feel the mixture of your own slick and his saliva dripping down your ass, making a pool at the base of your spine. You were always so wet for him, and he never forgot to tell you how much he loved it.

"Always so wet for me sweetheart, fuck," he'd moan as he pounded into you, hands wandering up the ratty old Zeppelin shirt you'd always be adamant to keep on during, so he could run his hands over your tummy, up over your tits. You would keep your eyes shut, worried he'd rut your shirt up too high and expose you.

Your eyes clench shut tighter as the tell tale sign of your orgasm starts to build like a punch to the gut, "Eddie, m'gonna cum," you whine, hips starting to fuck up against his face, his tongue continuing to lick and suck at your sensitive bud in tandem with his fingers rubbing at your spot inside.

The pressure builds so quickly, the first few times Eddie had done this you'd tried to stave it off from happening, feeling all funny inside. But now you knew better, knew how much he loved to feel and taste you fall apart in this way. You chance another peek down and can see the absolute state Eddie is in now, rutting down against the van floor, his free hand grabbing the meat of your thigh so tightly it's going to bruise, and you lose it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you chant, thighs squeezing Eddie's head impossibly tight to keep him there as you cum, feeling the telltale sign of gushing come from inside of you, soaking Eddie's face and hand, creating a further puddle at your ass. You can feel it drip all down your thighs, Eddie greedily lapping up what he can, chancing a dip at your ass to taste more.

He's up from his place at your cunt quickly, fingers slipping deftly out of you and you can't help the small squeak that leaves your lips at the feeling of emptiness. He's looking at you with this dumb smirk on his face, your wetness glistening in the dark on his mouth, chin and even some of his neck.

"Always so wet for me doll," he moans, dipping down to kiss and nip at your neck, settling himself in between your still quivering legs. You can feel the thick outline of his cock straining against the material of his jeans where he nestles and ruts against the inside of your thigh.

His hands can't stop roaming your upper body, going instinctively up your loose shirt and touching every inch of your soft tummy, the cool metal of his rings making you shiver, "God, I love your body, you have no idea how hot you are."

You cringe a little below him, wanting to hide your body from his hands and eyes. He always had a way of making you feel like you were the hottest chick around, that you had the best body and face he'd ever seen, but still his words of affirmation didn't do much to change the way you felt about yourself.

You instinctively try to shove his hands away, but he holds firm, gripping onto your love handles and rutting against you again, a sigh escaping his lips against your wet neck, "Don't hide yourself from me, sweetheart. I love it all."

A gasp escapes your lips at his words, your hands going to encircle his wrists tightly to follow them as they grasp at every bit of your soft tummy, your tits, back down again to your hips.

"If only you saw yourself the way I do, baby," Eddie sighs, moving to kiss along your soft jaw, all the way up to your plump lips, "hey, look at me."

His voice is demanding, a firmness in it that only usually comes out when he's telling you off, "Do you think my cock would get this hard if I didn't love it? If I didn't love every single inch of your gorgeous body?"

You whine quietly, looking into his big, dark, chocolate brown eyes. They're hard as he stares you down, but the softness is still somewhere lingering behind it. His right hand grasps yours, and he places your fingers and palm over his cock, curling your fingers around it for you.

"Feel how hard I am, sweetheart," Eddie's voice is gruff, full of want and need, "all of this from licking you out. Your gorgeous, puffy little pussy. God, I'd cum in my pants given half the chance if I didn't want to fuck you so badly."

You moan on instinct, grappling at his jeans and tugging at them, "Then what are you waiting for?" you ask quietly, looking up at him and batting your lashes, "Fuck me."

Eddie sits back on his haunches quickly, expert hands pulling open his belt and popping the button on his jeans. He doesn't even have the patience to pull his jeans and boxers down properly, settling for shuffling them down his thighs just enough so that his hard cock can spring out, all purple and angry looking at the head, clearly needy with want for you.

He spreads your legs with hard fingers gripped onto the insides of your thighs, forcing them apart so he can look at the mess you both made of your puffy cunt, still slick with your release and his spit.

Eddie looms over you, his hard cock in his hand, giving it a quick tug and you watch as his stomach muscles tighten and quiver from just that small touch. He lines up with your cunt, letting the head of his cock run up and down your folds, the way it runs over your abused clit making you gasp out.

He slides into you with ease, your greedy cunt swallowing him inch by inch, stretching and clenching around his fat cock. He was hard to take to begin with, but once he figured out how your body worked and how to relax it your sweet pussy could expertly take him in, suck him up in a way nobody else ever did.

Eddie bottoms out with a shudder, nestled up right against your cunt, his heavy balls running along your ass. You gasp and cry out on his first thrust, cunt instinctively tightening around him and he lets out a strangled moan.

Your hands come out to grasp at the front of Eddie's Hellfire shirt, tangling in the material as he fucks into you harder and harder. You can feel the van shaking slightly, an obvious sign to anybody who were to walk by you in the parking lot.

Eddie grabs a hold of your thighs, bringing them up to wrap around his waist as he doubles down and sinks into your cunt in this filthy way. The sounds are obscene, your soaked pussy sucking him in so well, his thighs slapping against you with the brutal pace he's taken on.

His hands come up to run under your shirt again, properly looking at your tummy when he bunches the shirt up, letting your tits come into view too, "Look at you, babe. You're fucking perfect," he gasps in between moans and grunts, taking you in with hungry eyes roaming your whole body.

Your eyes instinctively shut again, not wanting to catch a glimpse of yourself. A rough hand grabs hold of your chin and tugs, forcing you to open your eyes and look up. Eddie's stern look mixed in with lust is enough for you to know he wants you to keep watching.

"Look at me whilst I fuck you," He commands, hand coming down to wrap around your throat lightly, "this okay?"

You nod quickly and his fingers come to squeeze at the sides of your throat. You let out a loud moan, mouth opening in a pant as Eddie drives into you faster, impossibly harder, assaulting your soft spot inside, driving up into your cervix.

Your hand comes out to wrap around his wrist, feeling the tendons flex as he squeezes your neck tighter. Something pools in your gut, like another impending orgasm but different this time, a pressure you hadn't felt before.

"Eddie, m'gonna cum again," you rasp, body bouncing as Eddie drives down and fucks you at the same pace, knowing by now to keep doing what he's doing instead of changing it up when you say those words.

"Yeah? You gonna cum around my thick cock?" Eddie taunts, though there's not much heat behind it with how close he is to the edge now, too. You can tell how close he is by how his fingers keep flexing sporadically on your neck.

"Fuck, fuck, Eddie, fuck," You cry, hands trying to push him away because it's too much, too much, too much.

It comes over you in a wave you've never felt before, leaving you lightheaded as your pussy clenches and shakes, your ass lifting up off the floor of the van. Your cunt impulsively shoves Eddie's cock out of you, a stream of wet slicking from your pussy and it just keeps coming.

Eddie looks at your cunt with glazed over eyes, mesmerized by what just happened, as you continue to twitch below him body finally going lax after the unexpectedness of your release.

"God, baby," Eddie groans, fingers coming out to run along your folds and feel your release, "can't believe you just did that for me. Squirted on my cock."

You groan in shame, hiding your face behind your arm, "I didn't know I could do that, Eds," you admit, cringing as your face heats up, turning beet red.

"Don't hide yourself from me angel," Eddie's voice is gruff as he takes your arm and rips it away from your face, "that was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

You look up at him, his eyes blown out in lust and he's really looking at you like you're something to eat now. His cock slides back into you with ease, and you know he isn't going to last long with the way the moans leave his lips so loudly.

You're sensitive beyond belief, puffy cunt still sucking Eddie in greedily but there's a slight pleasure-pain mixed with it.

"Fucking love you and your body," Eddie groans, "that perfect. fucking. pussy." every word is punctuated with another deep thrust, and then he stills suddenly, hunching in on himself and grunting as he fills you with his cum. You feel it enter you in hot, thick ropes. It feels like it goes on forever before he finally slumps on top of you, cushioning his head on your tits.

Your hand instinctively comes out to run through his curly hair, soothing him in the silence of the van. You feel his cock soften inside of you, but he makes no move to get up. Eddie's hands still roam your body, holding onto your squishy tummy.

"I love every inch of you, sweetheart." He hums, "Never forget that. You're the hottest girl in the world, to me."

Your heart swells at his words. Maybe one day you'd believe it yourself, but for now his words and affirmations would do.

It's gross, but you lie there for a while after. How long you're not sure, but when you do eventually get up Eddie grimaces, "I think I'll have to throw those blankets out and buy new ones."

A bubbling laugh bursts out of your chest, then he leans over to kiss you softly. In that moment you have no doubt in your mind you're his girl and he loves you.

#im projecting a lil here but #imagine eddie like this )))):#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #my fanfic #mine #smut #x reader #fem reader #stranger things imagine #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn x you

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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Hi 👋🏻 how are you?

I was wondering if your prompts were opened to make a request? If so, could I please request prompt no.1 from domestic prompts ( I can't find the remote/I'm going to kill you) with eddie munson?

All i can picture is Eddie and his love who have a little baby who is obsessed with a certain kids song and they finally get the baby to sleep but somehow the song starts to play and it's a mad scramble to shut it off before the baby hears 😂😂

Thanks for reading my ask. Hope you have a lovely day 😊

AN | No, but domestic Eddie makes me so🥺🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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You were lying on the couch, trying your very best not to fall asleep, despite the fact that your eyes were growing heavier with each passing moment. Having an eight month old baby would do that to you. You faintly heard Eddie’s soft voice from down the hall, speaking gently to his son. You hated asking him for help to put the baby down, especially when he’d just gotten home from work, but there were some days when you just needed the help. You swore that Eddie was little Benji’s favorite parent at the moment.

And Eddie, good and kind-hearted Eddie, was never one to say no to you. You were fairly positive that he hadn’t said the word no once to you while you were dating, definitely did not while you were pregnant, and wasn’t about to start now. But you also knew that he loved spending every moment that he could with Benji and he’d never complain about helping.

Despite your best efforts, you quickly succumbed to sleep’s siren call and closed your eyes. It would only be a few minutes, and surely not hard would come from that. You were out and snoring within moments, starfished on the couch by the time Eddie came back. He had been about to say something but changed his mind when he saw you.

He came over and crouched down to press a kiss to your forehead before putting the blanket from the back of the couch on top of you. You made a small sound of content as you burrowed into the warmth that the blanket provided. Your husband made an affectionate sound, brushing some stray locks of hair out of your face. He was happy to know that you and your son were able to get some rest.

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By the time you woke up, you were sure that only a few minutes had passed. But when you looked outside you could see that it was dark and the warm lights in the living room and kitchen had been turned on. You rubbed at your tired eyes as you stood up and padded your way towards the kitchen. You could smell something delicious cooking already, and your heart panged at the fact that Eddie had taken it upon himself to make dinner.

The sight that met your eyes was enough to make you practically melt then and there. Eddie was standing by the stove, the baby carrier strapped to his chest, along with your small son. The baby was cooing happily as Eddie nodded and spoke back to him as though he totally understood what he was trying to convey. You were silent, but he must have sensed you because he looked over and his face broke into a huge grin.

“Hi baby,” his voice was so soft as you made your way over to your boys. Eddie leaned over and pressed the softest of kisses to your cheek which caused you to make a small sound of happiness. He looked at you as though you had hung all the stars in the night sky, and it made you feel like he was still falling in love with you all over again. He was, but he didn’t need to tell you, “how was your nap?”

“Unintended,” you shook your head at your own indiscretion, “but helpful. I feel at least somewhat rested now. Thank you, Eddie. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d be just fine,” he insisted as Benji cooed happily at you. It was the chubby cheeks and big brown eyes that made you melt, “I’m afraid we’d be in trouble if it was the other way around.”

“Dramatic,” you teased, “can I help with anything?”

“You can help by sitting and watching,” he gave you a firm look that clearly said not to argue with him. Besides, you knew better than that by now. You raised your hand in a mock salute before sitting down at the kitchen table. Before you could even think about getting a drink, Eddie was on it and poured you a big glass of fresh water, “or can I interest you in a cherry cola?”

“Water’s perfect,” you sighed wistfully, “thank you, my love.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” he played off your praise, but realistically it was making his cheeks warm up. Eddie cleared his throat before turning his attention back to the stove and his son who was watching him with curious eyes, “I had an idea.”

“Oh no,” you snorted in amusement as Eddie put his hand on his hips and raised an eyebrow at you. He definitely learned that stance from Steve, mother hen that he was, “when’s the last time you had a good idea? When you decided to knock me up?”

“That happened to be a very good idea, thank you very much,” he playfully huffed before pointing at the baby strapped to his chest, “we happened to make a very cute son!”

“That we did,” you held up your hands in mock surrender, “your very cute little mini me. Anyway, enlighten me dear husband, what is your grand idea?”

“I was thinking that this weekend we can get away,” his eyes brightened as he spoke, “just the two of us. Maybe we can stay at a hotel for the weekend and go explore more of the city, and just…relax. Steve and Nance are more than willing to watch him - or we can bring him too if we decide we’re not ready to leave him.”

Relaxing. That was something you weren’t familiar with these days….not with an eight-month-old. Not that you were complaining of course, you love him more than anything but man. It was rough sometimes. Your eyes started to sting as you tried to keep your lip from trembling at the thoughtful gesture. All you could do was nod at him.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he looked concerned for a moment but you shook your head.

"That's just…so thoughtful of you," you dabbed at your sleeves with the sleeve of your sweater, "I think that sounds perfect. Yes, please, let’s do it.”

“Alright,” he smiled that soft smile that you adored beyond words, “let’s do it! And sorry, maybe, bubba but mama and I might need some alone time. Not that we don’t love you.”

“Eddie,” you laughed gently, the sound going straight to his heart. What more could he have asked for other than this? His wife and his son that he loved more than anything? You went over and stood behind him, resting your chin on his shoulder and reaching to gently ruffle Benji’s soft hair, “he can’t understand us!”

“You never know,” he ever so lightly pinched the baby’s cheek, “he could be some sort of little secret genius. Understanding every word and slowly plotting how to take us down and run the world!”

“You’ve been reading too many fantasy stories again,” you kissed his cheek, “such an active imagination! Hopefully he learns that from you.”

“Maybe so,” he admitted sheepishly, “but that doesn’t mean our baby boy isn’t the smartest, huh Benji?”

“Well, he does like those kids' songs - the ones that teach them letters and numbers,” you mused, “maybe he is a little genius.”

“Is the animal one still his favorite?” you groaned dramatically at Eddie’s question, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I’ve had to listen to that song about a million times by now,” you grabbed utensils and plates to set the table, “I think I’ve got it memorized too.”

“Could be worse-”

“How?”

“At least it’s not like…Metallica or something,” he teased, “but he’s still a little young right now. But don’t worry, bub, we’ll get you there soon enough.”

“Eddie.”

“I’ll wait till he’s a year old!”

“Edward.”

“Fine - two years.”

“We’ll see,” you sighed, an affectionate sound of fond exasperation, “no promises either way!”

“I’ll take what I can get,” he grinned coquettishly.Yeah. You loved this dork so very much.

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“He’s down,” you offered your husband a sleepy smile as you padded back into the living room after getting Benji down for some sleep. Eddie held open his arms to you, making grabby hands at you. You made your way over to him on the couch and almost collapsed his strong arms, “he seemed sleepy so hopefully he’ll be down for a bit.”

“I’ll handle the next wake up,” he promised and you thanked your lucky stars that you had a husband such as Eddie. You knew that a lot of men, unfortunately, would not have been as helpful or hands on as he was. He was a wonderful father; he’d learned a lot from Wayne and made sure that Benji had every bit of love that Eddie hadn’t received as a child, “you deserve some rest too.”

“What about you?” you shuffled in his arms so you were looking at him, reaching up and gently ghosting your fingers along his jaw, “you deserve rest too. This isn’t easy on either of us.”

“But he’s worth it,” as if his body was betraying him, he couldn’t stifle his yawn.

“He is,” you pressed soft kisses all over his cheeks, causing him to giggle and flush a rosy pink, “and so are you.”

“Baby-”

And then it happened so quickly that it almost didn’t seem real. That song, that damned song, came on the television. You’d been so preoccupied that evening, neither of you had changed the TV off the children’s channel. It started playing, a grating voice singing about different animals as the two of you exchanged a horrified look. You knew that the baby would hear it, even in his sleep.

“Eddie!” you grimaced, “change it!”

“I-I can’t find the remote,” he looked around the coffee table and on the floor, but didn’t see the remote anywhere. You jumped off the couch and looked for it, also coming up empty handed.

“I’m going to kill you,” you hissed softly, “affectionately.”

“I’m sorry,” he did the best thing he could think of in the moment and went to the TV and hit the power button, turning it off instead. You both breathed a sigh of relief; crisis averted, “shit - that was close.”

“I saw my life flash before my eyes,” you exhaled with a shaky laugh, “I was sure he was going to wake up.”

“Me too,” the two of you paused, still and quiet as church mice as you listened for any sound that would indicate that your baby was awake. But nothing reached your eyes from down the hall or through the baby monitor, “thank goodness.”

“Seriously,” he grinned sheepishly, “I, ugh, found the remote.”

“Oh?”

“It was under the cushion,” he pulled it free and waved it around, “well, either way. We got there just in time.”

“Eddie?” you plopped down on the floor next to him. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “I…I think I want it to be just us this weekend. Does that make me a horrible mother?”

“No, baby,” he shushed you softly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, “not at all. It’s normal to feel like that - to want a little alone time. It’s up to you, princess. If you think you’re - we’re - ready to spend a night or two without him, then we will. But if not, we can take him.”

“You always make everything so easy,” you pressed your forehead against his, “I love you so much.”

“I love you,” he brushed his lips against yours, all saccharine and sweet, “so, so much.”

Before either of you could see anything else, soft whimpers and coos met your ears. Eddie kissed your forehead before you could even more, “I’ve got him, baby. Just stay here and relax.”

“Thank you,” he gave your hand a gentle squeeze as you watched him, “love you, handsome!”

“Love you, beautiful!”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #st

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italiansteebie · 11 months

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As someone who is disabled, I am obsessed with the idea of Steve Harrington in a wheelchair or using mobility aids. Maybe hurt/comfort with Steve feeling stuck? like out in public people will treat him like a baby and dote on him like he cant do anything at all. Also established steddie?? ->

ignore me if u dont like this prompt hshs

excuse you, this was an amazing prompt and I love it.

and I am a sucker for projecting onto Steve, so lets go.

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Steve was always in pain nowadays.

In fact, it only got worse after the bats, and he figures the exertion after the fact didn't help. Before, he could always push through, hobble along and ice his aching joints when he got home.

Though, he couldn't ignore it after his legs would only stay strong for about ask hour before they collapsed under him. He remembers the first day it happened. He'd been at the grocery store, picking up dinner for his date with Eddie. (It was fairly new, but it was strong). He'd felt a bit weak before leaving, but as always he pushed through, ignoring the dizziness and pain.

It had only gotten worse as he walked through the grocery store, and all of a sudden, he was on the ground, and the grocery store patrons were staring at him, whispering things about the Harrington name and image. The store manager ended up having to call Eddie to come help him.

"Oh, Stevie..." He sighed. He'd been bugging Steve about seeing a doctor for months in fact ever since he was healed himself, he'd been pestering Steve to go to Owens and explain to him what was going on. But he hadn't, and now here they were, Eddie helping Steve into a wheelchair in front of a crowd of Hawkins shoppers.

Steve had been covering his face, and Eddie could almost feel the shame he was experiencing. He wanted to tell their audience off, to go away, to mind their business. But he knew that would only make it worse. So he stayed quiet, and so did Steve.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

So they didn't.

And they didn't after Steve saw Owens.

And they didn't after Steve was fitted for a wheelchair.

They just... Didn't.

Until Steve had fallen again.

At Mike's house, with just the kids, who weren't strong enough to help him back into his chair, with no help from his wobbling legs. So they called Eddie, and hid in the basement after Steve had yelled at them to go away, hot tears of embarrassment rolling down his face.

They were home now, and again, Steve was quiet. Eddie helped him get situated on the couch, legs still too wobbly to do it unassisted.

"Steve... Lets talk about it,"

Steves head snapped up, eyes shining, "You wanna talk about it? Fine! I'm fucking useless, my legs don't work and I can't fucking do anything by myself anymore! The kids barely look at me, Robs hasn't been able to hang out in weeks, and the rest of Hawkins thinks I'm a fucking charity case! Every time I leave the house it's like I'm a fucking zoo animal. I wish this had never fucking happened! I wish I wasn't-"

"Don't say that, Steve."

"It's true isn't it? Don't you hate having to come help me? God... I just- I'm so..." The sobs crawl their way out of his throat, and he can't stop them once they start.

"Steve..." Eddie rubs a comforting hand up and down Steve's back, pulling him closer to cradle him in his arms. Steve tucked his head into Eddie's neck, letting the tears roll freely down his face. "Steve, you have every right to feel that way but... I hope you know it's not true. The kids... It's just a different dynamic and I'm not supposed to tell you this but Robin has been working on a design of the back of your wheelchair, she wanted it to be a surprise and she was worried she spoil it." He hears Steve sniffle a sort of laugh. "And baby, you cared for me every single day for months while I was healing, what makes you think I hate helping you? I'm so glad I can finally make it up to you."

Steve lifts his head, looking Eddie in the eyes, "Really?"

"Really, Stevie."

He watches Steve smile, for what seemed like the first time since coming home from that doctors appointment. "Also, with all the extra arm work, your biceps look," He pauses to do a chefs kiss, "Fantastico! That's how you guys say it in Italy, right?" He smirks, and Steve bursts into a fit of giggles, tears drying on his cheeks as he shakes his head. "I love you, Eds."

They lean in for a soft kiss, it's slow and sweet, "I love you too, Steve."

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 2 years

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what if Steve is a way softer daddy than Eddie and literally wants to die when his baby cries after two spanks

p.s. im obsessed w ur writing

(i made this dark(er) hehe) also i didn't check for errors 'm so sorry 'm feelin lazy today :((

CW: spankings, daddy!eddie, daddy!steve, darker!daddy!eddie, little!reader, aftercare, some cursing

okay but imagine you try to get your Gameboy after eddie hid it on the top shelf of his closet, knowing you can't reach it.

he took it away because you won't focus on your homework if you have it with you.

but you're a big girl! you can do whatever you want!

so, knowing that steve and eddie are out doing their jobs, you take a chair and try reaching the gameboy. however, it is so far back that you have to jump up on your tippy-toes, tongue poking out as you figure out a way to grab it. you grunt frustratedly, not hearing the front door open and close, the men walking to eddie's room.

"princess, we're hom--" eddie's words are cut short as you yelp from the door swinging open, falling on to your butt with a huff as you quickly whimper out a:

"d-dAddy!"

"what the fuck were you doing?" he asks sternly, and you already feel your eyes brimming with tears, face and body flushed and warm.

"eddie--" steve tries to reason, going soft at the sight of your bottom lip trembling as you fidget with the hem of your skirt.

"no," eddie speaks, interrupting him; his eyes still set on you. "i told you to listen to me, y/n, 'don't go on the Gameboy until I get home' is what i said, and you still didn't obey."

you cried softly, tears dripping onto the floor. "'m s-sorry, daddy! jus' was bored without you guys.."

steve felt his heart flutter with sympathy and pity, but eddie was having none of it.

"on the bed." his eyes burned into you as you cried harder, sitting on your haunches on eddie's bed. "stop crying, y/n. i swear to God."

you hiccuped over sobs, feeling him manhandle you onto his lap, pulling your panties down and flipping your skirt up as you sobbed harder in embarrassment.

"be still," he spoke, and steve sat down on the floor so you could see him, a soft look in his eyes as you made grabby-hands for him.

"don' wanna!" you mewled as eddie grabbed the meat of your ass harshly, warming up the soon-to-be-burning skin. "don' wanna.." you whimpered as steve looked at you gently.

"shh, baby, 's okay," steve brushed some hair out of your face gently before looking up at eddie. "eddie, she's sorry.." steve pouted slightly, begging eddie with his eyes but the metal-head just rolled his.

eddie only laid down the first hard slap on your bottom, making you jolt before he held you down on his lap firmly. "she's not truly sorry..she's only sorry she got caught. isn't that right, baby?" he mockingly cooed before bringing his hand up and spanking you harder this time.

steve felt his heart ache in his chest to see his baby in pain, but he knew eddie was stubborn and wouldn't listen to him. he almost never did.

each time he spanked you, his palm seemed to bring more redness and sting to your bottom; his rings making it all the more worse.

Steve puts his hand on your lower back, rubbing small circles on it as each spank makes you cry harder, choking on your tears.

with harrington's other hand, he's holding your jaw, kissing your forehead whenever you let out a loud sob.

"da--da--i--" you can barely let out a full word from your mouth as eddie's palm finds its home on your left ass cheek, whimpers flying from your mouth as steve looks at you with a tender haze glimmering in his eyes.

"eds, she can barely say anything..how many more are you gonna put the poor thing through?" you pout your lips, and steve leans forward to plant a tiny kiss on them.

"she's fine, steve. maybe a little pathetic, but fine. i'm only giving her three more." eddie rubs his hand over the palm-mark fading on your body.

you cry at his harsh words but steve only speaks softly to you, "sucha good girl for me, princess--for us," he wipes some drool from the corner of your lips. "yeah, doin' so well. did you hear that? just three more."

you nod, feeling fuzzy as eddie lands the last three spanks on your ass, your crying turned into soft sniffles and silent tears.

steve kisses the back of your hand that is interlocked with his, shushing you as you begin to weep again, slumping off of eddie's lap and crawling into steve's as you bury your face in his chest, his arms wrapping around you as he rocks you both back and forth.

however, as much as you love the soft scent and touch of steve, you feel this strong urge to be in eddie's arms. sitting on your burning bum, you look up at eddie as he squats down in front of you, brushing away your tears and kissing your cheeks and the tip of your nose as he whispers small, "i love you"'s.

"wan' daddy, please," you whine, grabbing at eddie's leather jacket as he laughs softly, bringing you in his arms as you feel steve's left hand leave your back one eddie lifts you up, kissing the side of your head and running his fingers through your hair as steve gets the lotion from the other room.

"a-all done?" you squirm when eddie's arm brushes over your irritated skin as he sits down on the bed, your legs straddling his hips.

"yeah, sweetheart," his voice is gentle and kind now. "all done."

"daddy," you babble, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, staring at him with half-lidded eyes as he gently kisses your lips, face, neck. you sniffle, playing with the ends of his hair in between your pointer and thumb as he cups your face before letting you switch positions in his lap, cuddled up close to his chest as you fidget with his rings, sticking his fingers into your mouth as you hum, breathing softly. he whispers a, "good girl" in your ear before steve enters the room, lotion in hand.

weirdly, the material of eddie's jeans under you creates a sort of comforting sensation on your bruised buttocks, so, you rub down on him, drooling on his fingers as your ass rubs against his pants, his other hand in place to make sure you don't fall.

your feet or swinging on either side of eddie's leg as you scoot slightly, humming as steve chuckles, furrowing his eyebrows.

"what's she doing?" he asks eddie, who just shakes his head confused, but smiling amusedly as small, tiny, mewls vibrate your throat as you close your eyes, rocking back and forth on him.

it's not inherently sexual at all, it just feels oddly good against your butt.

that is until eddie picks you up from his lap, lying you face down on the bed as you whine, an even louder whine leaving you as you feel the cool lotion tingle your skin as eddie rubs it into you gently.

you tremble slightly.

"shh, 's okay, baby, jus' relax for me.." eddie murmurs, gentle with his hand on your skin.

steve moves up the bed to let your head rest in his lap, letting you take now his fingers in your mouth as you fiddle with his watch.

eddie peppers a small kiss on your skin before putting your skirt back down, kissing up your back.

"did so good for us, princess, so good.." he cooes, and steve just whispers sweet-nothings to you as you get lulled to sleep with eddie's fingers massaging your lower back, steve's fingers massaging your tongue.

for the rest of the night your going from eddie's arms to steve's arms as they shower you in kisses and praise, bouncing you gently in their arms as you drink some cold juice they give you.

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love-toxin · 1 year

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Me when I wanna be the one doing the baby trapping.

ok, but.....sticking with bully!Eddie here.....that is SO chef's kiss

(cws: bully!Eddie, babytrapping, nc, degradation, mentions of abortion, f!reader)

like......finally losing it because you're so sick of Eddie's taunting, his blackmail, his everything--so you poke holes in his condoms. you know he's broke, and you know he wants nothing more than to get out of Hawkins, so you craft a plan to ruin him from ever getting what he wants. you let him use you whenever he damn pleases, you try not to smirk when he's enjoying it so much--and you try not to let any feelings get to your head when he makes you cum, even when he uses his mouth to get you off after awhile despite calling you dirty and used and slutty more than half the time.

within a few weeks of that, the test comes up positive. even though it's what you wanted, it's got you so freaked when it's actually reality, you tell him in a panic and nearly spill your guts about what you did, too--you hoped to reveal it to him when it was too late to change, to watch his face fall and get to be the one laughing when he realizes his whole life is ruined. but you're lucky you don't blurt it all out.

"fuck," he pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing in what sounds like resignation, and not in the shock and fear you had initially been hoping for. "I'll...shit, I'll drive you to the clinic. I'll pay for it, too, I--listen, I'm really fucking sorry."

sorry. he's sorry. those words are the ones that shock you to your core, leaving you wide-eyed and open-mouthed as you stand there in his trailer. Eddie's....sheepish, almost, running his hand through his curls and rubbing the back of his neck as he tries not to look you in the eyes. "I didn't mean to....god, I'm sorry. this is my fault. I swear I'll leave you alone after this, I....didn't mean to go that far."

"....I-I wanna keep it."

you weren't even sure you were gonna say that, the words twisting up in your throat and spilling out your mouth before you can reel them back.

"you wanna....what? you're gonna keep my kid? are you fucking serious?" Eddie gapes, his tone biting you with fear for a moment--he looks scary, with that jacket on and all those chains and rings, with the tattoos and long hair and stony features. but it all drops when he lets out a long sigh, and looks you up and down while he shakes his head. "I don't....jesus, I don't get you. such a fucking freak."

"you're the freak." you spit back, and he steps forward with a languid swing to get close enough for you to smell him, cigarettes and weed and the slightest hint of spiced cologne.

"yeah, the freak that knocked you up." finally, a smirk breaks across his face, and he sidles up close to start rubbing his hand over your belly with a possessive look in his golden-brown eyes. "better be sure you don't wanna give it up, cause that baby's always gonna be mine."

"I'll make you pay child support if you're a shitty dad," you mutter back, and Eddie laughs in a snarky way, squeezing your stomach to feel for the slightest signs of a bump. he won't for a while, not from the baby at least, but you've got no idea how much he's gonna obsess over it once it starts showing. "or if you start fucking other girls."

"yeah, well, it'll have a stupid fucking whore of a mom, so we're even." he grins, tone dripping with mockery, and when you finally swat his hand away hard enough to sting he grabs you--both ringed hands squishing your cheeks, forcing your head back to take a kiss so messy and spit-filled you swear your tongues are on a first-name basis. "...you're actually cute when you're jealous, by the way." he huffs against your mouth when he finally breaks it off, wickedly licking the string of spit off your lips that he left behind. but he doesn't let you go--no, his grip just gets tighter, and he yanks you closer as he hums and murmurs something right before diving into another kiss. "mmh....gonna love being your baby daddy, brat. better gimme a boy, though--else I'm just gonna have to fuck another one into you til you get it right."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie's angelface #bully!eddie munson #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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prettybrownelf · 1 year

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I need Eddie Munson x male reader who Acts lile Wednesday Addams!! Pleaseeeee

a/n- I hope you enjoy!

The Cold Goth And The Eccentric MetalHead

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Eddie Munson x Male Reader

Summary- Eddie finally gets a date with the goth he's been obsessed with

Word Count- 926

Content Warnings- None, Slight Fluff

To say Eddie was excited was an understatement.

He had been working up the nerve to ask you out for weeks, and he honestly didn't expect you to say yes. Of course, you didn't exactly seem excited about it, you just gave him a stone-faced ‘ok’, but that doesn't matter now. He finally gets to go out on a date with the boy he couldn't stop thinking about.

Robin said it probably wasn't a good idea, that you would probably break his heart in some way, but Eddie didn't care. He understood why everyone else would think that about you, but he saw something different. You weren't just a cold-hearted goth to him, there's more to you, and Eddie wants to see it.

Eddie's legs refuse to stay still as he paces in front of the carnival. ‘Did he stand me up? Did he just say yes to get me to go away?’ Eddie's thoughts are stopped by the familiar monotone voice he loved so much. “Munson?” His eyes shoot to you immediately, scanning over your black and white clothes. You stood with perfect posture, hands held firmly behind your back. Eddie a soft smile crawls over Eddie's face as he messes with the chain at his side. “Hey! You look great.” You seem weirded out by his compliment but nod anyway. “Likewise.” Eddie moves to the side and bows jokingly. “This way my good sir.” You say nothing as you make your way past him, Eddie standing beside you as you both make your way into the carnival.

Bright lights and colors surround the two of you as Eddie stops at one of the games. He picks up one of the fake guns as the woman behind the counter takes a ticket from him. Sweat builds on his hands as he tries to keep his concentration straight. ‘Don't embarrass yourself. Don't embarrass yourself.’ But ultimately, he does.

Eddie groans as he puts the gun back, looking at his score of three. The woman shrugs and wishes him luck next time. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as he turns back to you. “Sorry, I was trying to win you that big back bear up there.” You're silent as you hand the woman one of your tickets, picking up the fake gun. The wooden panels move back and forth as Eddie watches in awe. Your face is straight as normal as you effortlessly hit every single panel. The woman behind the table seems taken aback as she asks which prize you'd like. You wordlessly point up to the large black bear. Eddie stands like an idiot as you look up at him, holding the bear in your arms. “Let's go.”

Eddie follows quickly behind you as you make your way further into the carnival. “Holy shit dude, how’d you do that?” “I loved hunting with my father when I was younger, it was a great bonding experience.” Eddie nods. “I used to hunt with my uncle, mostly deer though. What did you guys hunt?” You look up at him, face never changing. “Anything that wouldn't run fast enough.” Eddie nods slowly as you look away from him. Eddie was getting nervous. You didn't seem to be enjoying your time, no matter how many jokes he cracked you didn't even give a hint of a smile. Eddie walks with you to the entrance as the night comes to an end.

Suddenly, a small booth catches Eddie's eye. “Stay here for a minute.” He says as he runs off before he can hear your response. The old man behind the counter looks up at him and smiles. “Hey, could I get that scorpion necklace?” He nods as Eddie ruffles through his pockets for money. The second the chain is in his hand Eddie runs back to you, quickly thanking the man.

Normally Eddie would try to be more put together, but his mouth is moving before his mind can tell him to stop. “Listen, I know this really isn't your scene, and I'm sorry if this was just a huge bore for you.” Eddie pulls out the small necklace, a small scorpion contained in gelatin in a small jar.

For the first time all night, Eddie sees a spark of something in your eyes. “So I got you this, I thought it was kinda your style.” You wordlessly turn around for him to put it on you. Eddie prays you don't notice how he clearly enjoyed touching your skin as you turn back to him, holding the small jar in your fingers.

Eddie's face lights up as a small smile crawls to your face. “This is magnificent.” But the smile is gone just as quickly as it came as you look up at him. “I will cherish it till my dying breath.” Eddie smiles as he walks you to the front of the carnival. Before he's able to say his goodbyes, you turn away from him. “I really enjoyed our time together tonight Munson, I would like it if we could do this again.” Eddie can feel the blush on his face as you turn back to him, refusing to meet his eyes. “Yeah! Yeah, we can absolutely do this again.” You seem conflicted as you take a small step toward him, Eddie moves closer, feeling his face getting redder. You quickly kiss him on the lips as you immediately begin walking away, leaving Eddie in shock. “I'll see you later Munson!”

Eddie smiles to himself as he watches you go. “Yeah, I'll see you later.”

#eddie munson x male reader #male reader #x male reader #stranger things x male reader

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letterstotheflre · 2 years

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cw: mean!reader (not towards eddie tho), succubus!reader. smut || 18+ only [ft. oral (f receiver)]

a/n: don’t know what this is lol but me loves eddie x mean!reader so enjoy <3

eddie who can read succubus!reader like a book. who can tell the difference between her normal snarky attitude and her mean comments when she hasn't fed in a long time.

he sees you near his locker, eyes slanted and shimmery lips spread in a mean smirk. there's another girl in front of you scowling furiously even though there's a couple of tears in the corners of her eyes. eddie mumbles a string of curses and quickens his steps when he sees your mouth open. grimaces a little when he hears your voice.

"you really think a silly little note will make him look at you?" you pout in mock pity, "you're not even his type, sweetie."

eddie will give it to her, she certainly is braver than most. her back straightens and her arms cross. "and you are? you think someone like him would like someone as mean as you?"

your face drops immediately.

"shit, shit, shit," eddie whispers. he fights the sea of people walking along the hallway, hauls his backpack over his shoulder when it threatens to fall off.

you rip the note in half and then rip it again until the paper is reduced to nothing by miniature pieces that could never be pieced together again. the girl watches them fall to the floor, her heart ripped just like that note. and to add more insult to injury, you step over them with your heels, making sure to rub them against the dirty school floor.

eddie thinks the girl whimpers as you step closer to her, the spontaneous bravery she felt gone as quickly as it came.

"you little—" he manages to wrap his fingers around your wrist and drag you into the closest bathroom before you cause irreparable damage to that poor girl's self esteem.

you're fuming and spewing insults his way for ruining your fun as he pushes you against the sink and helps you sit on the edge. he falls to his knees, ignoring your words, and spreads your legs.

you fight against it pettily, pressing your blocky heel against his shoulder to push him off balance. but eddie just grabs your ankle and forces your leg up.

"you're such an— oh." the second his lips wrap around your clit, your body goes lax, back melting into the cold mirror.

his tongue delves between your folds and your eyes flutter shut, body warming up as shocks of electricity run down your spine. you slide your foot over his shoulder and use it as a hook to pull him closer to you, moaning when he groans against you and you feel the vibrations.

it doesn't take you long to cum, too worked up from the lack of nutrients. and eddie knows exactly how to make you unravel, knows when to suck on your clit and when to push his tongue into your weeping hole. knows when to go slow and gentle and when to go feral, head shaking between your quivering thighs as he slurps and slurps and slurps.

when he gets up, he stands between your legs and cradles one of your cheeks so you can look up at him. you lean into his touch like a kitten, rubbing your face against his palm and smearing a tender kiss there.

"feeling better?" he asks. his thumb strokes your cheekbone.

you blink tiredly at him. "mhm," you hum. you take his other hand and play around with his ring, twisting the metal skull around his ring finger. "i'm sorry," you say quietly. you know he doesn't like it much when you make fun of people, especially in front of others.

"i know." he presses a kiss to your forehead. hovers his lips for a couple of seconds. "but i'm not the one you have to say sorry to."

you pout. "she wanted to slip you a note. to ask you on a date."

he struggles to keep his amusement at bay. thinks he's lucky that you care so much even though it's clear he's as obsessed with you as you are with him. that he would never in a million years even think of looking at another girl when he has you.

especially not mindy from history who didn't want to share her textbook with him when he forgot his copy a year ago.

"i don't give a shit about anyone else, you know that." he rubs the dip between your eyebrows gently. your face relaxes.

"but—"

"no 'but's, sweetheart. you're the only i want." he helps you down and holds you up steady, legs still a bit wobbly. "so how about you say sorry to mindy for breaking her note? if you do it before lunch we can skip our last period and go back to the trailer."

you ignore his attempt at bribery and cross your arms over your chest. "you know her name?"

eddie laughs, the sound echoing in the otherwise empty bathroom. he untangles your arms and places them over your shoulders, hands stroking your arms on his way to intertwine your fingers together behind his neck. "hard to forget the girl who ratted me out to the teacher for cheating on a test. pretty sure that's why i failed history that year— teach held a grudge."

"and you still want me to apologise to that snitch?"

his eyes twinkle like he knows you actually meant to say "bitch". he's happy with your attempt at niceties. "mhm. 'cause we're nice people."

"i'm not nice," you scowl.

"yeah, you are."

"no. i'm not."

eddie's hands slide down your arms and to your waist, squeezing it. his head tilts to the side as he takes you in; silly, lovesick smile showing.

by any standards, you are probably not very nice. you laugh at people with your cheer friends and more often than not spread rumours around. you can't keep a secret and you gossip too much. you hold grudges and you mock people for saying stupid things.

but you're also nice to him and his friends and his uncle. you've gotten jason to stop picking on him. you've brought him trays of cookies and cupcakes and tupperwares of warm food you claimed were leftovers but he knew you baked from scratch for him and his uncle to have around the trailer. you've gone to hellfire meetings and listened to his favourite bands and wore one of their shirts when you went to one of his gigs at the hideout.

so, in eddie's book, you are pretty nice.

"yes. you. are." each word is punctuated by a kiss on your lips. "when you want to be. so d'you want to be nice today?"

you look at him. at his puppy eyes filled with so much love and adoration and hope. you know he won't resent you if you don't apologise, but you know he'll be even prouder if you do. know he'll smile until his dimple shows and he'll squeeze you against his side and kiss your head. he'll call you metal.

your insides feel like goo just from thinking about it.

"fine," you huff. pretend to be annoyed by him and not completely enamoured. you roll your eyes when he hoorays and lifts you up a couple of inches in excitement. "i'll apologise to stupid mindy."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #eddiemunson #strangerthings.musings

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iliaclwrites · 2 years

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omg hi!!! your eddie x cheerleader fic was so so good I’m actually obsessed!! can you maybe write one with cheerleader reader based off of the song favorite t-shirt by jake scott please?

jfgkjd this song is so cute omg !! as always my requests are open owo

"Your splits are looking really nice," Chrissy Cunningham said, squeezing your shoulder as you rifled through your gym bag, towel held up with one hand. "Just think! Only a couple more practices and the we'll be full-out."

You grinned at her, rolling your sore shoulders as you stepped into your denim shorts. "Let's hope the early morning practices pay off," you griped, rubbing at your eye with a closed fist before Chrissy swatted your hand away.

"Don't do that!" she complained, turning to sit on the changing bench. "You'll get wrinkles, you know!"

"Chris, the only thing giving me wrinkles is the fact I have to do weekend evening practice," you retorted, huffing as you sat down next to her. "I could barely open my eyes on the road I'm so pooped."

You had stumbled out of Eddie's bed, bleary and swearing and sore from yesterday's evening practice, tripping over his guitar and your pom poms as you tried to get ready. He knew how badly you did after naps, and had fallen unconscious at his place at twelve, full from lunch and exhausted. You were now running late for your eight pm practice on a Saturday evening, the only time the gym would be free for the girls to rehearse their stunts. He sat up slightly, watching you yank clothes from the floor and stuff them into your duffel, cursing like a sailor as you went.

He loved seeing you like this. At school, you were everyone's perfect cheerleader, with turn outs and tumbles and t-shirts from the GAP. At home, though? You slid around in mismatched tube socks and smoked cigarettes from the roof of his trailer, teaching him how to do smoke rings and eating dubiously expired foods from the back of his Uncle's fridge.

"Good luck, precious," Eddie had called from the bed, and pursed his lips for kisses as you bent to place a steaming cup of coffee down on the bedside table that he would, undoubtedly, chug cold in four hours time. "Um. Hello. Kisses, please?"

You had sighed, and he tugged you in by the pleats of your cheer skirt, making louder kissing noises in the dark. "You're so needy," you huffed, and he wrapped his hand around your thigh.

"I don't get to do this until, like, ten tonight when I pick you up," he grumbled, pressing a kiss to your knee. "Sue me."

You pressed one of his shoulders down, and kissed his mouth, still dry from sleep. He smacked his lips appreciatively when you pulled away, and threw a pillow over his head. "Don't fall! Go Tigers!"

"See ya, Eds," you said fondly, and slung your haphazardly-stuffed duffel around one shoulder. "Love you!"

"You too, sweet girl," he mumbled, and you shut the door.

Now, though?

You gaped down at your gym bag in a panic, the painted face of Eddie's Hellfire shirt staring up at you. Oh, fuck. In the hazy evening dark, you must have grabbed it, not noticing what it was. You glanced around the locker room. Chrissy was talking to some cheer leaders by the sink, and the girls' hockey team was just filing in, complaining about the rain. You chose your moment, shoving the shirt over your head and ducking out into the hallway and racing down the corridor into the open air of the carpark, where Eddie Munson was loitering.

"Ah! Princess!" he cheered, waving imaginary pom poms at you before freezing. "Hey, is that my--"

"Your shirt, yes," you hissed, storming past him and toward the van. The cool night air, fresh with rain, made your exposed legs prickle as you made you way toward the vehicle, pausing only when you realised Eddie hadn't moved. "...Eds?"

He was staring at you, cigarette halfway to his mouth, eyes sliding up and down your figure. Taking in the cheer shoes and white socks with frills on them, the bruises on your thighs that were a mix of his mouth and crash mat, the hint of denim hidden under his oversized Hellfire shirt. He dropped the cigarette and stalked over to you, crushing you against the side of the van.

"Fuck," he whispered, nosing at your ear.

"Eddie, what the hell?" you hissed, fingers automatically coming up to grip the collar of his battle vest. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, sweet girl," he murmured, toying with the hem of your (his!) shirt. "I'm just lucky to have you, yano?"

You snorted, and reached to unlock the van. He caught your wrist in his fingers and slowly drew them up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of your palm. "Seriously," he insisted, ignoring your unimpressed look. "I am. You're funny. You're smart. You're fit. You're beautiful. Your taste in music could be worked on, but I'll take that, who doesn't love a project?" He smiled down at you, and you blinked up at him stupidly, lost for words in this sudden moment. "The top flyer of Hawkins High, here with me, in my t-shirt."

Your face melted, and you nudged a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "The top flyer of Hawkins High," you agreed, "never wants to wear anything else ever again."

"God," he groaned, burying his face in your neck. "You're it for me, precious. You know that?"

You giggled, and kissed his cheek. "Even if I want to listen to The Smiths all the way home?"

He tugged at the hem of your shirt. "Don't push your luck."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #request

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spookbusters · 2 years

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Girl on Film (18+)

Summary: You and Edward film a session.

// Pairing: Edward Nashton (The Riddler) x Reader

// Word Count: 853 (this was supposed to be a sub-600-word blurb lol)

// Warnings: Not beta-d! Porn without plot, begging, sex on camera (barely discussed lol), unprotected piv sex, hair pulling, Eddie in Riddler gear, clothed Eddie/naked reader, cervix kissing, mild!!choking, mild possessiveness (Eddie AND Reader), sweat (??).

// A/N: Friendly reminder that my req.s are open!! I am simply obsessed with him. This is... filthy and self-indulgent. For only 853 words, we sure managed to pack in a ton of warnings on this one.

// As per the warnings, note that this work is intended for those who are of age in their respective countries! MINORS DNI!!!

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"Mmf-... Riddler," you whimper, "More please, please."

Eddie hums and takes a moment to take in the scene around him: the repeated squeak of the bedsprings with each brutal motion of his hips, the heady scent of sweat and sex in your shared bedroom, the way your soaking slit sucks him deeper into you regardless of how ferociously he's battering your cunt. Your body writhes beneath him, sweat covering your nude body in a thin sheen that makes you seem to glitter.

Despite all the beautiful sensory experiences before him, he's particularly fond of one detail in this scene: the blinking red light of his camera.

Taping a session was your idea, whispered one evening while nestled in his lap and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to his neck. It made his blood feel molten in his veins when you said, "Maybe the Riddler should fuck me on camera one day. What do you think, Eddie?" It took an honest effort not to stain his sweatpants as soon as the words had left your mouth.

Now Eddie stands over you, tall and broad, breathing hard through his mask. He hums, appreciative of how you beg for your pleasure. A fist comes from behind your head, gripping your hair and pulling your face away from where you'd pressed it into your mattress. "Look at the camera," he commands, and your tear-blurred eyes struggle to find and focus on the lens. You whine when he hits your cervix again.

"Oh, that felt good, didn't it, sweet thing," he teased, practically salivating behind his mask at how you arch your back into him, "I didn't miss how you squeezed just now." The slick sound of him ruining your pussy is making you dizzy. "Yeah," you sigh, "Don't stop, please don't- oh god." Your breathy voice is steadily increasing in pitch, the way it always does when you're close.

"You love it, don't you," comes your voice, and Eddie relishes in how can hear the way you're trying to keep it together. It's the most coherently you've spoken since he buried himself in your slippery heat. "What, would that be, pretty girl?" "Knowing-... ah, knowing I'm all yours," you reply. A loud groan reverberates in his chest, and he detangles his hand from your hair to wrap around your throat. Eddie uses it to pull your body up and against him, your back pressed against his front. Immediately, he presses his fingers to your clit to rub in painfully quick circles. "Yes," is his hissed reply.

The change in position brings with it a new angle, and now Eddie is repeatedly spearing you on his cock as opposed to rutting into you like a toy. The leather of the glove around your neck creaks as it tightens ever so lightly, enough to remind you it's there and to serve as a reminder of his strength. "But I think you like it, too," he sighs, voice gravelly with pleasure, "Being mine, and knowing I'm yours just the same." When he's inside you, so silken and warm and molding to his shape, he feels that you were made for him. You squeak, arm reaching behind you to cradle the back of his neck, "Yes."

You let your head fall back onto his shoulder as he breaks you. When you turn your head, you find that he's already looking at you, watching you fall apart. Behind the mask, you see his eyes; half-lidded and hazy, they're equal in tenderness and ferocity. "Take it, sweetheart. Take me," he says. The words fall short of being an order but decidedly are not a suggestion, either. Regardless, it makes you whimper.

Trembling fingers reach up and pop the button holding the mouth panel shut. You realize when you finally see his lips that his panting has been muffled by the mask. Without hesitation, you kiss him, tasting where the salt of his sweat has dripped down his face to pool past his cupid's bow. Eddie takes equal time to taste you, licking into your mouth and biting the pillow softness of your lips.

When you break, it's like a glass shattered at its resonant frequency. You burst from the inside out, into a thousand pieces. Eddie stills himself to ride through it, thighs flexing beneath his slacks at the effort it takes not to bury himself to the hilt and let your body milk him dry. In no way is he ready for this to be over yet. He rides every wave of your orgasm with you, breathing through his nose with each contraction of your muscles around him.

Once he's sure you're through all the aftershocks, he rocks into you again and your spine bows at your sensitivity. The pleasured moan that bubbles from your throat and buzzes in his ears sends a shiver down his back. Eddie sets a new pace, less frenzied than before, but you both knew it wouldn't be long before he got lost in your body again. "Just a little longer," he pleads, and you nod before you guide him to kiss you again.

Just a little longer.

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dearmailman · 11 months

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Heya!! Just wanted to say that I am obsessed with yer acc and I love it to bits

Also, if you’re comfortable, do you mind writing a fic with Eddie taking care of a small Frank? Only if you’re ok w it

Hope you have a good weekend either way!!

I'm glad you're enjoying my account, neighbor! Enjoy the softest thing I've made yet!

Eddie slips through the front door tiredly after a long shift to a silent house - not unusual, but not exactly normal. As he hangs up his hat he gazes around confusedly. Frank usually meets him at the door with a kiss and tea, seeing all is well. So, he concludes, all must not be well.

With a nervous smile, he walks through to the kitchen, calling to his husband. "Frank? Hello?" He finds everything downstairs empty. Upstairs his calls still don't get anything, so he enters their bedroom. His panic melts as he sees Frank there on their bed, laying on his face on the pillows.

"Hey, hon. All well?"

Frank silently waves an arm at him, and Eddie suppresses a chuckle. He goes and sits beside him, which gets Frank to roll over stiffly onto his back, frowning so much it makes Eddie smile in amusement.

"You okay, sweet?"

"I'm fine." Frank speaks as stiffly as he lays, glaring at the ceiling. Eddie hums, and leans over him, setting a hand on each side of his head.

"One," he prompts.

"Two," Frank sighs.

"Three."

"Four."

"Five!" Eddie takes a deep breath, and Frank copies him, letting them out in unison. "Is it a 'too loud' day or a 'too quiet' day?"

"Too quiet," Frank groans, setting his own hands over Eddie's. "I keep trying to do things but none of them are enough 'thing', it's all so vapid!"

"Careful, sweet, you'll get your head goin'."

"I'm fine, Eddie. With you here I can find something or other to do."

Eddie's eyes flit around their room with a hum, until his eyes fall to a set of wooden toys on the desk, seemingly tinkered with earlier today. He smiles, and sets his forehead on Frank's own.

"Need a play day, Frank?"

Frank sighs, deflating. "That's definitely something to do, at least."

20 minutes later, the remaining distress in Frank is gone. Eddie and he are making magazine collages on the floor, Frank wearing much less professional clothing in the form of shorts with butterflies along them, and one of Eddie's sleep shirts. The wood toys surround them along with a few plush toys. Eddie peeks at Frank's paper - having told him to make a mood board of how he feels - and smiles to find a combination of specific species of beetles with a word cut from paragraphs of text glued next to each of them.

"What does all that mean, sweet?"

"Beetle and a word that relates to me... and to the beetle."

Eddie points. "The blue one is.... 'disdainful'?"

"Yes," Frank nods, his face scrunching up. "Does Gibbifer californicus not look disdainful?"

"Ain't that one called 'the pleasing beetle'?" Eddie smirks.

"I'm surprised you remember.... Being pleasing all the time is disdainful-"

Eddie cuts him off by rubbing his hair and laughing. "I think you're too small for big fancy words like that."

Frank's face pinches, considering it. "I'm not that small yet..." He meets Eddie's eyes, loving the happiness and peace he sees there. "Maybe being pleasant all the time isn't that disdainful."

"Uh huh," Eddie teases. "Well, the fella needs a new word now! I'll go get y' juice if you can work real hard on that for me?"

"Okay," Frank focuses hard on the pages as Eddie slips out. He stares so hard at the words, most of them stop making sense. He sets his mouth into his palms, propped on his elbows. This 'pleasing beetle' is difficult, wordless, and annoying.

He rubs his eyes hard. He feels so big, with all the worries and troubles, yet so small at the same time. He feels like a crowd of scribbles is filling his brain.

A large, gentle hand pulls him out of his worries, like a bright light clearing away fog. Eddie is smiling at him- he's always smiling at him. And sometimes, like now, he smiles back.

"Made some orange juice!" Eddie holds out a sippy cup with pill bugs and snails patterned on it. Neither of them remember what catalogue they ordered it from, but they're glad they did. It's Frank's favorite cup, actually probably his favorite thing he owns in general. He accepts it happily.

Eddie moves right beside him, sitting down and pulling Frank into his lap. Frank lets himself be held, tiredly resting his head on Eddie's chest. Eddie starts humming the way he often does, discordant and distant. He rocks the two of them softly, just the way Frank likes. If he didn't feel small before, he definitely does now.

He pats Eddie's cheek. "Cartoons, please Ed?"

"My, when did I go back to 'Ed' status, love?" Eddie touches his chest in mock disbelief. Frank pats his face repeatedly and Eddie guffaws under the onslaught. "Okay, okay, I'll get cartoons goin'!"

The two end up on the couch while the T.V. plays, Frank laying against Eddie's chest half asleep. Eddie rubs his back rhythmically, watching his face. Frank's eyes are closed, and for once there's no tenseness in his shoulders or way of holding himself. He just looks at peace, unbothered. Eddie hardly ever gets to see him unbothered, and is about the only one who gets to at all.

"Eddie? Why are you staring?"

"Because I love you∼" he says in the sappiest voice he can muster. Frank snorts out a laugh, that particularly happy one he does that's so ugly it's handsome. "It's true, I do!" He kisses Frank's forehead four times in a row before releasing him. Frank hides his face in his husband's shirt, stifling his embarrassed laughter.

"I love you too, of course I do." Frank yawns and relaxes again, drifting sleepily. Frank takes Eddie's left hand, their rings clicking against each other.

"Wanna play some more, hon? If things are still too quiet, 'n all."

"I think... I think I'm fine right here. I like this show."

"Uh huh, of course, the show," Eddie teases, but he sets his hand back on Frank's back and closes his eyes. They both settle again, clinging to each other sweetly. "I love you, my little baby."

"Love you, Eddie."

Cartoons play on through the hours, even when the pair are sound asleep. Even asleep, their hands stay latched loosely. I will be here for you forever, it seems to whisper where their skin touches.

sfw interaction only

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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so i don’t know if you take requests but if you do could you write an angst/fluff where reader is steve’s or eddie’s best friend and they annoy him with the new van halen album (5150) and how “why can’t this be love” is their favourite song on it until reader gets targeted by vecna and when they come close to death steve/eddie really listens to the lyrics for the first time and realises that he’s been in love with the reader for a long time? pls and thx ☺️

you've got to run to win

a/n: anon i hope you like this as much as i do😭 i'm lowkey obsessed ngl i recommend listening to the song that's mentioned cause it's just chefs kiss!!! i also made it to where the reader already knows everything when it comes to the mind flayer and everything i hope u enjoy! <3 credit to the gif owner!

Eddie bit his bottom lip trying to hide the smile that was fighting to make way to his face as you shouted the lyrics to your favorite song.

“I TELL MYSELF-”

Eddie parked the van and put his hand over your mouth.

“I love you, sweetheart but if you don't let me play the rest of the album I'm going to crash this van.”

You rolled your eyes pushing his hand off you and stepped out of the van. “It's a great song, Eddie! I'm telling you it's Van Halen’s best work.”

Eddie snorted and set foot in the trailer holding the door open for you. “Definitely not their best, but you can keep thinking that sweetheart,” he said plopping down on the couch. You ignored him humming the tune from why can't this be love. Okay, maybe you were a bit biased when it came to the certain song but it's not your fault! Of course, you had to be the person who fell in love with their best friend but to be fair your best friend was Eddie Munson.

Eddie and you became friends when you pointed at his jean jacket complementing the Metallica pin he had on there. Eddie looked at you with wide eyes. You weren't popular, but you also didn't get bullied like him and the rest of the party. You simply existed and minded your business causing people to leave you alone. Ever since that day you've both been attached to the hip.

You were broken out of your thoughts when you heard Eddie let out a curse as he tuned his guitar again.

“Still trying to master master of puppets?”

Eddie nodded his head. “I'm so close! I just keep messing up on one part.”

“Oh! You know what song you should play?”

“Don't-”

“Why can't this be love!” you said with a smile.

Eddie threw his head back letting out a groan that caused you to laugh. Your laughter was cut short when you had a sudden pang of pain in your head. You've had your fair share of headaches but they've never hurt this much.

“Hey, you okay?” Eddie asked while setting his guitar down and making his way to you.

“Yeah I think so, I just got a bad headache right now,” you whispered while rubbing the temples of your head. Eddie grabbed your face and gave you a small kiss on your forehead.

“There. Better?”

“No, it's worse actually. I think I'm gonna die.” you teased. He gently shoved your head back muttering out “you're the worst.”

“You love me though, don't you big boy?”

“In your dreams,” he said with a light blush on his face.

You opened your mouth ready to tease him again but the pain from your headache returned, only this time it was stronger. You squatted down gripping your head in your hands, tears threatening to spill soon.

“Woah hey, what's going on?” Eddie asked, rushing over to you.

You shook your head mumbling a soft yet shaky “take me home.”

Eddie helped bring you onto your feet and rushed you to the van buckling you in once you were sat in the passenger seat. Max watched quietly from her window as Eddie ran to the driver's side and sped off into the distance. She had a feeling something was off, but she never socialized with the older boy so she chose to ignore it, knowing she'd ask you about it the next time she saw you.

The headaches only got worse as the days went on. You had an occasional nosebleed before and there but if you ignore that and the horrible nightmares you've been having you're completely fine. You threw yourself down on your desk and laid your head down closing your eyes for a brief moment. God, if you love me please let me get some sleep.

You were startled when Eddie sat at the desk behind you loudly. Message loud and clear big guy. You thought bitterly.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Eddie asked with worry laced in his voice.

You sat up and smiled at him. “Just peachy.”

“Jesus, it looks like you haven't slept in weeks,” Eddie said with a shocked expression. You sighed knowing you didn't look the best right now. Last time you looked in the mirror you looked like a train wreck.

“Thanks, Eddie, I'm sure every girl wants to hear that.”

“What the fuck crawled up your ass and died?”

You turned and looked at him. “Dude calm down, it was a joke.”

“You're so fucking rude and ungrateful, I don't know why I chose to be your friend.”

Tears began to pull your eyes. “Eddie what are you-”

“It's pathetic. You're so lonely in life you have to befriend a group of high school freshmen and the town's local freak.”

You let out a gasp when Eddie stood up from his desk and towered over you. He leaned down and got in your face, it wasn't until then you noticed the classroom looked different. The sun wasn't shining, other students were gone, and black tentacle-like objects painted the wall.

“Eddie, please stop.” you whimpered out.

His voice got lower and disoriented. “No one in this town likes you y/n, you don't belong here.” You looked at him and let out a scream when you saw his brown eyes were now white. Tears were streaming down your face causing Eddie to shush you and wipe them away.

“Don't worry y/n, your time is almost up.”

“Y/n!”

You let out a gasp and stood up from your desk. You looked around the classroom noticing everything was back to normal. All eyes were on you as you felt bile making its way up your system as you bolted out of the classroom toward the restroom.

Max jumped and slowly peaked her head out of the stall to look around the restroom. She made a face when she heard you throwing up whatever was in your stomach.

“Hey,” she said, knocking on the stall. “Is everything okay in there?”

“M-max?” you whimpered out.

She cursed and opened the stall door gasping when she saw you.

“Shit, are you okay?”

“Do you have any Tylenol?”

“So let me get this straight,” you said while standing up. “The mind flayer never died?” you asked, looking at the group of kids and robin and steve in confusion. “But we saw El take it out? I don't understand.”

“We don't either y/n, but you need to come with us. Have you seen the news?” Dustin said while looking for the tv remote.

Your eyes widen as you saw Eddie's picture on tv the news anchor giving updates on Chrissy's murder.

You bolted out of the house pointing at max. “Explain everything to me red.”

“Those stains are…” Eddie trailed off looking to you for help, but you were focused on the dirt and grime under your nails.

“I don't know what those stains are.”

“Okay well, I'll go first and help everyone down. That sound good to everyone?” Steve asked while grabbing onto the make-shift rope the kids made out of Eddie's bed sheets. One by one Steve helped Nancy, then Robin up. Eddie cleared his throat and moved to the side for you.

“Hey, are you sure you're okay?” Eddie asked quietly.

You shrugged your shoulders. “This isn't the first time I've had to save the world, but it is the first time I found out I could possibly die.” you joked.

“That's not funny,” Eddie said.

“What isn't?”

“You dying. It's not funny.”

You walked over to Eddie and wrapped him in a tight hug. “I'm not going anywhere, Eddie.”

“It should've been you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and tried to get out of Eddie's grip. “What are you talking about?”

“Chrissy shouldn't have died. It should've been you.”

You gasped and pushed Eddie away causing you to fall to the ground. When you looked up you weren't in Eddie's trailer anymore, you were in some kind of lab. The walls were covered in blood and you scrambled up to your feet when you heard screams in the distance.

Eddie was screaming your name and shouting up at everyone to find his bag of cassette tapes.

“Cmon y/n didn't do this! Stay with me sweetheart stay with me!” he said while his hands were on your face

“Whatever the hell you guys are doing can you hurry the fuck up!”

Erica ran to the group in his room tearing everything apart looking for the tapes.

“Eddie says you guys need to hurry up!”

“YEAH, NO SHIT!” Dustin shouted.

“We're trying! We can't find anything!” Max exclaimed.

“I found the tapes!” Nancy shouted.

“What are we even looking for?!” Steve asked as he scavenged the pile of tapes Nancy dumped onto the bed.

“Madonna? Blondie, Bowie, Beatles? Music! We need music!” Robin shouted as she ran and threw an Iron Maiden cassette tape up at Eddie.

“THIS! IS! MUSIC!” he shouted back at her.

This isn't real. This can't be real. You thought to yourself as you ran around the plain white building stopping over the dead bodies that decorated the hallway. You found an exit but looked at the boards that blocked you from getting out of here. You grunted as you tore off one of the boards throwing it down to the ground. The lights above you started to flicker causing you to go faster.

“Y/n.” you heard a voice say.

You stopped moving and slowly turned around to see Vecna behind you making his way to you.

“What are you doing? It's not time for you to leave.”

Tears began to form causing your vision to blur a bit. You blinked them away pulling harder on the remaining boards. You pulled off another one and let it fall to the ground only focusing on the last two that were stopping you from escaping.

“Your time is up y/n.”

You ripped off the bottom board ducking under the one on top and opened the door. You were trying to catch your breath as you looked around the room confused.

“Take a seat.” Vecna said as he appeared in front of you.

The room went dark and the only thing you could hear was your panting. The lights turned back on and you looked down letting out a gasp when you saw you were tied down to a chair. The black tentacles tightened their grip on you as you struggled to break free from them. You heard a grunt from the corner of the room and looked up to see vecna walking toward you once more.

He put both of his hands on the sides of the chair and leaned in closely looking at you with his head tilted.

“Please don't hurt me.” you whimpered out. Tears were streaming down your face causing vecna to put a claw on your face and wipe away a stray tear that was making its way down.

“Don't be afraid.” he said, causing you to sob out. “Try and stay very still. It will be over very soon.” he said putting his hand above your face.

“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!” Eddie shouted as he saw you start to levitate off the ground. He tried his best to hold you down but was unsuccessful.

“Eddie we can't find the fucking tape!” Steve shouted, sticking his head in the upside down.

“My guitar! Give me my guitar Steve!”

Dustin heard his shouts and ran to grab his guitar handing it to Steve.

“My amp! I need to plug it in!”

Dustin found his amp, handing it to Steve while Max threw the wire down to Eddie. Eddie quickly turned on the amp and plugged in the wire. He put his guitar strap around him.

“This one is for you y/n. I know you can hear me.”

You felt all the air leave your body as you fought to try to find some source of air. The pain in your head got stronger and your ears started to ring. All you could think of was Eddie. You started to remember everything you've ever done. The first time he took you to a party. The first time you smoked together. That one night you spent the night and he read his favorite book to you. Tears began to well your eyes knowing you'd never see him again, but then you heard a familiar tune in the background.

The familiar lyrics danced around in your brain as you heard a voice singing the song.

“....And I can't recall any love at all.”

Vecna grunted, causing your eyes to focus back on him.

“You don't belong there y/n.”

“Well, now baby it blows ‘em all away.”

“You belong here.”

You felt air fill your lungs as you looked behind vecna and saw some kind of portal that led to your home. Your Eddie, your fresh breath of air.

“Burn in hell you son of a bitch!” you grunted out as you broke free from the restraints and ripped a tentacle out of vecna causing him to groan in pain, and stumble to the side.

“It's got what it takes, so tell me why can't this be love?”

You stumbled out of the chair nearly falling to your knees as you ran out of the room and down the hall. The building began to shake as vecna walked out of the room and stared at you as you ran. You felt something wet and slimy wrap around your ankle and pull you back causing you to fall. You felt yourself getting dragged as you grabbed a random clipboard and started hitting whatever was around your leg. You let out a cry of success when it let you go.

“Straight from my heart, tell me why can't this be love?”

You scrambled back onto your feet and sprinted as fast as you could trying not to fall due to the shaking building getting stronger. Pieces of the ceiling began to fall all around you causing you to trip. You caught yourself running even faster, taking a glance over your shoulder you see vecna form his hand to a first. Your entire body burned with each step you took and

a chunk of the wall fell in front of you making you jump over it.

5 more steps.

You shield your head as the ceiling began falling harder and closer to you.

4 more steps.

The lights above you flickered so much that the bulbs burst sending glass all over you.

3 more.

Your muscles felt like they were on fire as you pushed yourself to go faster.

2 more.

The building began to shake so much you weren't even running in a straight line anymore. You ran in an unstable zigzag style occasionally pushing yourself off the wall to get a little boost.

One more step.

You were so close. You swear you could hear everyone shouting your name. You could hear Eddie singing clearly rather than in the back of your mind. You were sure you could fall into his arms and touch him, all you needed to do was jump.

You gasped for air and felt yourself begin to fall down. Everything was in slow motion. Eddie took off his guitar and threw it on the floor running toward you with his arms out ready to catch you. You both fell to the ground as he wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

“Oh my god, holy shit. Holy shit you're alive,” he said panting.

You looked up at him and looked around the room, noticing you were still in the upside down. Where's everyone else? Are they safe? Is this another trick?

“Hey, it's okay,” Eddie said. “Everyone is safe, they're all up there,” he said pointing up. You took a glance and saw everyone looking up at you two.

“I can't believe that stupid song saved you.” he chuckled out, brushing your hair out of his face.

“Wow, so even in death you'd trash talk my favorite song.” you joked bringing him close. Steve stood with his arms out ready to catch you for when you fell through the ceiling. He placed you down gently but not before squeezing you tightly saying how he's glad you made it. The kids all ran to you engulfing you in a big hug, tears streaming down their faces.

Robin tackled you in a hug sobbing about how she couldn't lose the first best friend she's ever made. “Don't ever scare me like that again! I can't handle Steve alone, I need you!”

“Hurtful.”

Nancy gave you a tight hug and wiped away her tears with a small smile.

Eddie came out of your restroom with a towel draped over his head, black pajama pants hung low on his hips. He looked at you while you sat on your bed and stared blankly at the wall. He rushed over to you and let out a sigh of relief when you jumped at him grabbing your hand.

“Sorry.”

“ ‘s okay.”

“Why didn't you tell me about this? About the nightmares and nosebleeds.”

you shrugged your shoulders. “didn't wanna be a bother.”

“I thought I lost you today,” he whispered, sitting next to you.

“It's gonna take more than a d&d monster to get rid of me, Munson.”

Eddie chuckled and wrapped an arm around you bringing you closer to him.

“So the song.”

You gasped realizing he played it.

“I can't believe you learned it!” you said perking up as if you didn't almost just die.

Eddie let out a breathy laugh and put his hands up. “Guilty. I knew how much you liked it. Just wanted to surprise you.”

You blushed and pulled him in for a hug. “Consider me surprised Munson.”

He cleared his throat and pulled away looking at you. “You know, I had to listen to that song a lot.”

“Mhmm.”

“You can only listen to it so many fines before you think hm, I wonder why this song is her favorite.”

You stiffen in his arms. No way. There's no way he found out.

“Is there something you wanna tell me, sweetheart?”

You shook your head and laid down in your bed throwing the blanket over you. He chuckled, throwing the towel on the floor laying next to you and wrapping his arm around you. This wasn't anything new, but now that you know he might now you feel you can't help but blush.

“Don't worry, I feel the same way you do. I guess it just took me listening to that song five times to realize it.”

You turned around to face him, a small smile on your face. “Really? You're not just doing this because I almost died and you feel bad?”

He laughed softly placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“I mean it. 100%.”

You shivered when his hand brushed against your neck. The cool metal of his rings brushing against your pulse reminds you of the events that happened earlier. You let out a gasp and pushed Eddie back a bit.

“What's wrong?”

You shook your head taking deep breaths trying to claim down. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry but I need some time.”

Eddie let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. “Don't do that, I thought it was happening again.” he grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on it smiling at you.

“Take all the time you need. I'll be here for you whenever you're ready.”

You smiled at him and let out a content sigh. A comfortable silence was shared between you before you decided to break it.

“Does that mean you agree that's their best song?”

“Fuck no.”

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