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chr0llossexygf · 2 years

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RIBBONS, CHEERLEADERS, EDDIE

PAIRING: eddie munson x fem reader

SUMMARY: eddie is surprised to see a hawkins high tigers uniform in a heavy metal shop. but he’s even more surprised to see it belongs to hawkins high’s golden girl y/n l/n.

WARNING: fluff sm sm sm fluff. THIS IS CO CUTE OMG!2:!:7: creds to the original gif owners! idk their @ cuz i find most of these gifs on pinterest and they aren’t linked :((

eddie walks the streets of hawkins with his hands in his pockets. he’s wearing his hellfire shirt with his jean jacket. his skinny black ripped jeans. it’s the same thing he wore last week on tuesday. but it doesn’t really matter.

he looks at the shops, none of them seem to fit his style and taste. not that there are any to begin with in hawkins. it’s a shit hole made for stupid suburban rich families. not for people like eddie.

in the midst of his little breakdown of how shitty the town is, one shop catches his eye. he’s never seen this shop before. he walks a bit faster. his eyes widen. slayer heavy metal shop? holy shit. holy shit.

his face brightens up. there’s no way. a heavy metal shop in hawkins? what the actual fuck? he stops right infront of it. he looks at the inside from the big glass windows. holy shit it’s sick. there’s everything there. t-shirts. vinyls. posters. cassettes. jackets.

his eyes travel around the shop. his eyes widen. he stumbles.a hawkins high uniform. a cheer uniform to be exact. he stares. your hair is up in a pony tail. a dark green ribbon tying it together. your wearing white knee socks with white sneakers. he recognises you. it’s y/n. what are you doing at a heavy metal shop?

he pushes the door open. you turn around, your skirt twirling with you. a smile on your face. “ e-eddie?” you blurt out in surprise. “ oh my would you look at that! you remember me!” eddie says his eyes wandering around the shop. you smile, “ yeah of course why wouldn’t i?” you say folding a motörhead t-shirt.

“ i’m surprised you remember me y/n.” he says flipping through a bunch of dio vinyls. you laugh. eddie walks around the shop, “ you know, i am obviously not the one to judge people but uh. what are you doing here y/n?” he says shoving his hands in his pockets. you turn around crossing your hands, “ what do you mean?” you ask tilting your head to the side with a smile. eddie laughs grabbing a mötley crüe cd. “ you know your a cheerleader what would you be doing in a heavy metal shop?” he confesses turning the cd around to look at the price. you giggle, “ what your saying is i don’t fit in?” you mumble smiling.

“ no no totally not. it’s just you know you dont-“ you cut him off. “ fit in? i know. believe or not i like heavy metal.” you giggle looking through patches. eddie walks up to the cashier leaning on it, “ so let me get this straight. y/n l/n the most popular cheerleader of hawkins high works at a heavy metal shop.”

“ correct.” you mumble turning to look at eddie. “ is that a bad thing?” you ask smiling.

eddie quickly shakes his head. “ no no no totally not. it’s just- your not what i thought you’d be like.” he says grabbing a metallica patch. “ mean and scary?” you giggle walking to the cashier. eddie tilts his head to the side, “ yeah well i actually kind of thought you’d be kinda mean and scary too.” you mumble biting your lower lip. eddie chuckles, “ i certainly look the part.”

you laugh. “ so do i, i mean i look like your typical mean cheerleader.” you joke biting your nails. eddie covers his smile with his hair. “ who works at a heavy metal shop.” he adds. you smile nodding.

you look at the patch he’s holding. “ i have that one on my jacket.” you say looking up at eddie. he giggles, “ you listen to metallica?” he questions quietly. you nod giggling, “ yeah i do.”

he smiles again. he’s surprised. and shocked.

and happy? your so easy to talk to. no one from hellfire is gonna believe him if he tells them he saw y/n l/n in a heavy metal shop. but he also doesn’t wanna tell them. he wants it to be a little secret between you and him. how is it so easy for you to make him smile. how are you so easy to converse with. he feels warm. really warm right now. he feels secluded from the world. and that’s a good thing right now.

“ then i‘ll take this one.” he hands you the patch. you look at his denim vest, “ do you want me to sew it on?” you ask looking back at him. “ oh i wouldn’t wanna steal your look l/n.” he whispers furrowing his eyebrows jokingly. you roll your eyes.

he takes off his vest placing it on the counter. “ i put mine on the right side. do you want yours on the left?” you mumble opening a drawer, grabbing a sewing needle. “ i don’t really mind.” he says shoving his hands in his pockets. “ i’ll put it on the right side so we can match.” you mumble smiling.

his heart just melted a bit. heat rises in his cheeks. his ears get warm. he quickly looks down hiding his face.

“ all done!” you exclaim looking at eddie, he looks at his denim vest. “ oh that’s sick.” he chuckles. “ you like it?” you question smiling.

“ yeah of course i do.” he says admiring the patch. you feel your cheeks start to heat up. you cough looking around the shop. “ it’s uhm- it’s for free.” you choke on your words. he looks at you in confusion.

“ your cool eddie.” you mumble playing with the hem of your skirt. eddie chuckles, “ your cool too y/n.” he whispers gently grabbing his denim jacket putting it on. “ so uh are we just gonna go back to not talking to each other during school?” he says putting his hands in his pockets. you giggle. “ why?”

“ because i’m a freak l/n.” he teases biting his nails, you look at his rings. “ so am i munson.” you giggle biting your lower lip. “ you know what- here.“ eddie looks at you.

you remove the green ribbon from your hair. your hair falls down.

eddie stares at you. you look so beautiful right now. your eyes are beautiful. your hair is falling in slow motion for him. time froze. he examines your face, your eyes are sparkling. your smiling. you have the cutest most adorable smile on earth. his eyes bore into you. he can stare at you for hours and hours and not get bored. something soft snaps him out of his trance. he looks down to see you tying the green ribbon around his wrist.

“ here. if your so sure we won’t talk to each other at school. or if u forget to talk to me, just look down at your wrist. there’s your reminder munson.” you giggle tying the ribbon.

“ you deserve a reminder too then. for when your too busy with the shooting balls into laundry basket weirdos. with your little pom poms.” he reaches for his back pocket, he grabs his black hankerchief. you laugh tilting your head to the side. “ what is it?” you ask smiling. “ your wrist please?”

you extend your wrist to him, he ties his hankerchief around your wrist. you blush again. he’s holding your wrist. and holy shit your skin is soft. so so so soft. he doesn’t wanna let go. he double ties it just to be able to feel your soft skin against his. “ there we go.” he chuckles.

“ oh that’s sick!” you exclaim looking at your wrist. eddie smiles. “ yeah? you think so?” he whispers gently. you nod smiling. “ then i’ll see you at school freak.” eddie says turning around . “ i’ll see you freak.” you laugh. eddie opens the door turning around to look at you once more. you wave. he waves back. “ gosh your adorable.” he mumbles under his breath turning around to leave.

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bingbongsupremacy · 14 days

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The Nanny

Pairing: Father! Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings:

Summary: Years ago you and Eddie used to be friends. After you graduated, you two fell out of contact. After years of not speaking to each other, Eddie offers you a job you can't resist; be a nanny for his little girl.

*Not Proof Read*

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" Rose! Where are you, Rose? " A loud voice shouts from one of the nearby isles. " Come on, this isn't funny anymore! "

A small black-haired blur shoots past my legs. Surprised, I stumble back and drop the handful of plastic bags I was putting away.

" What the fu- " I catch myself as my eyes land on a pair of wide brown eyes.

A little girl with dark curls stares up at me, watching every movement. A light giggle escapes the mouth of the toddler who's enjoying the chaos she's creating. She tightly hugs a well-worn bunny to her chest, her wild hair bouncing around as she waves up at me. " Hi! " She greets.

" Hi. " I greet back, a small smile crawling onto my face. " Are you Rose? "

The little girl shakes her head quickly. " No. " Her smile betrays her lie.

Over the register, I spot a figure dashing between the isles. The store's fluorescent lights bounce off of the man's black leather jacket.

" Well, not Rose, I think your daddy might be looking for you. "

The little girl shakes her head. "Nuh-uh. "

I chuckle slightly at her sassy attitude. " Well, how about this. If you come out from under the register, I'll give you this cool sticker. Does that sound good? " I show her a small roll of shiny animal stickers we keep for kids who come into the store.

The little girl ponders the offer. Finally, she agrees, crawling out from underneath the register. " Okay. "

I hand her a small sticker before turning towards a figure that comes out of the isles again. " I think you might be looking for this one. " I gesture down to the small child who's attempting to stick the sticker onto her shirt.

" Oh my god. Thank you so fucking much. " The man rushes over to us. He quickly snatches the kid up from the floor, holding her tightly against his chest. " That wasn't funny, Rose. You can't run away from Daddy like that. You almost gave me a heart attack. " The man lets out a sigh of relief as he presses a gentle kiss to the toddler's head.

Not aware of the stress she caused her dad, Rose proudly shows her sticker to her father. " Daddy look! " She giggles while sticking the small lion sticker onto her father's cheek.

" That's cool, baby. " The man mumbles. He still looks stressed out.

My eyes widen as I finally take in the man's appearance. His long curly hair nearly perfectly matches the little girls'. His hands are covered in rings, some more familiar than others. " Eddie? Eddie Munson? " I ask in shock.

The man snaps his head to me. " Yeah? " For a moment he looks slightly more tense. That quickly dies away as a flash of recognition takes over his features. " Oh my…Y/N? "

I smile over at the man. " Yeah! Oh wow, it's been…years. "

Eddie returns to the smile. " Yeah…how-how have you been? I thought you moved out of Hawkins. The last thing I heard was that you moved to Chicago with your boyfriend. " Confusion takes over his expression.

I nod. " Well, I did. For a few years actually. Ben got a job at some firm in Chicago and we thought it would be easier for me to move with him instead of doing the whole long-distance thing. About two years into living out there Ben got the bright idea of sleeping with his assistant and we broke up. " I shift uncomfortably at the memories.

The last thing you do is walk in on your boyfriend fucking his new assistant. long-term. It's not a fun thing to deal with.

Sympathy flashes through Eddie's eyes. " Oh shoot, that sucks. I'm sorry. " I shrug. " It is what it is. We were moving too fast. I shouldn't have moved with him. I was so eager to leave this place I didn't think about how things could go wrong. " I don't want to turn this into a pity party. " It seems like a lot's happened with you the past few years. " I gesture to the wiggly child in his arms.

Eddie glances down at Rose. " Yeah. It's been a little crazy. " He laughs. " Corroded Coffin ended up taking off and we started traveling around. " Eddie's tone goes silly as he gently pokes the tip of his daughter's nose, sending her into a fit of giggles. " Then this one came along and here we are. "

" I heard about your band! That's amazing, I mean you guys deserve it. I remember seeing your shows at the hideout. You guys know how to entertain an audience. "

Eddie's smile widens. " Thanks. We try. "

There's a moment of silence as memories of the past seem to fill both of our minds.

Memories of how our friendship started in middle school and began to fade after I graduated and Eddie failed his first senior year. How we went from hanging out almost daily to barely managing once a week during DnD. It wasn't either of our faults. Right? We were bound to grow apart at some point. I mean, I was in college and Eddie was still in High school. Suddenly getting by with cramming for tests the night before wasn't cutting it. Suddenly I needed to put in more work to earn the grades I wanted and needed. And then Ben came around and our weekly hang outs basically fizzled out. We were lucky to hang out once a month.

Ben just easily got jealous and I didn't want to stir the pot. We had something good. Or at least I thought.

" Can I ask you something? " Eddie's voice drags me out of my thoughts.

" Yeah. Go for it. " I say, moving towards the register. I begin to wipe down the machine, trying to keep myself from getting sad over the way our friendship ended. I'd spent enough nights with regrets bouncing around my mind, I don't need to spend a day on it too.

" Why are you here? "

I glance back at the man. " What do you mean? "

Eddie nods towards the store. " Why are you working at Danny's Grocery? Weren't you planning on becoming a teacher or something? "

My heart drops at the question. That had always been the plan. But things change. Sometimes plans don't always work out. " When I moved back to Hawkins I had 100 dollars to my name. When I was with Ben I got too comfortable. I'd always planned on going back to school and finishing my degree but something always happened. My records didn't come in on time for me to apply for the upcoming season or my dad died. Something always delayed it and eventually, I just pushed it off. When we broke up I used everything I saved up to get back here. I don't make enough to pay my way through school and afford rent, food, bills, whatever. I've tried getting multiple jobs but I just can't seem to land one that doesn't pay barely minimum wage. " I let out a small sigh in frustration. " I'm gonna go back to school eventually, I just need to get my sh-sorry, life together first. Save up a little. " I glance over at Rose, hoping she didn't hear my slip-up.

Eddie is silent for a moment. I feel his gaze on my face which makes me shift slightly.

" I have an idea. " He begins. " I've been looking for a live-in nanny for Rose for my upcoming tour. I just haven't found anyone I trust yet. I'll pay for everything. Your room, your food, tickets. I'll also pay you to watch Rose. "

My eyes widen. " What? "

" Is 50 an hour good? " Eddie's voice is serious.

" Oh my-Eddie! $50 dollars an hour? That's- I can't take that much money from you. On top of paying for my room and everything…that's too much. " I shake my head in disbelief.

$50 dollars an hour?!

" My kid is important to me. I'm going to pay good to make sure she's taken care of. And…I trust you. I mean, you've always been good with kids. "

That's true. I used to babysit Dustin Henderson and a bunch of the other local kids all the time.

" But $50 is insane. " I say, still in disbelief of his offer.

Eddie shakes his head. " It's not that bad. I promise. I wouldn't be offering if I couldn't afford it. "

Corroded Coffin really must've taken off. I should keep up with the news more.

" Please, Y/N. You'd be doing me a huge favor. I've spent months trying to find a replacement nanny and I only have a few weeks until we leave for tour again. I can't leave Rose by herself. " Eddie's eyes are filled with hope.

Should I do this?

The money is tempting. I could do so much with money like that. I could finally move out of my aunt's basement.

I nod. " I'll do it. "

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wittyminds · 10 days

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More Than A Feeling

This was just a random idea to distract me from revising for my exams. I'm slightly obsessed with him at the moment and just wanted to write some fluff that would make me even more sad than i already am. I know I also said that I would be doing a bucky barnes fic but... i got distracted and now can't commit to writing it. I'll probably write it eventually but i can't bring myself to do it right now.

I was also listening to More Than A Feeling by Boston when writing this so... it stuck.

Just a small fic of Steve Harrington and a bookworm reader girlfriend who is also Dustin's sister after their first time and the "chaos" that ensues.

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff, Suggestive, Both Steve's and Reader's 'first time'

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Dustin couldn't understand how it all happened or exactly when you stopped disliking the King of Hawkins but he was convinced it would all end in heartbreak. He did like Steve Harrington after he protected them all from all the dangers they had faced over the years. But dating his sister was a different matter.

To say he is overprotective of you would be an understatement.

You had spent your entire life protecting him from bullies and assholes and now it was his turn to keep you from the possible heartbreak that was Steve Harrington.

So when he peaked through the door to your room and saw the two of you curled round each other fast asleep, he couldn't help but feel upset and scared for you. It clearly wasn't the first time Steve had snuck through the window without anyone but you knowing and the thought brought disgust to his gut. He had invited his friends round as your parents were away. He now regretted the idea and wished he had agreed when Mike suggested his house instead.

He wasn't being dramatic, he had every right to believe that you could end up like all the other girls.

Before he could wake you both up, though, his friends had pulled him back and disappeared back into his room to discuss what they had just seen.

Steve, on the other hand, couldn't be happier.

Your head rests on his chest, arms wrapped round his body. A sheet covers you and he brings his hand up and down your arm gently as he gazes at you asleep. He has been like this since he woke up to see you curled round him, hair a mess, no makeup on and breathing softly onto his bare chest.

What had happened the night before had surprised you both, if he was quite honest with himself. He had been ready from the second date with you but you had made it clear that you wanted to wait. He had thought he was ready when he dated Nancy but when the time came, he froze and ruined the moment.

But now, here you were snuggled up close with memories of the night before playing through your dreams as your boyfriend watches over you lovingly. He can't remember ever loving anyone as much as he loves you and all he wants is to tell you, and keep you by his side till the day he dies.

Just as his hand stops grazing your arm, you roll over off of him and wriggle onto your side, still facing him. Your lips pull up into a brief smile before dropping again. He shifts his body onto his side too and props his head onto his arms, watching as your eyebrows pull together and your eyes flutter open slowly.

A huge grin falls onto his lips as you look up groggily with a bashful smile.

"Morning, beautiful." His voice is still husky from sleep and a thousand butterflies take flight in your stomach.

"Morning." You rub a hand over your eyes to try and wake up properly, to no avail.

"I was gonna make breakfast, if you're hungry." He lifts his head off his arm to give you a playful look that is sleepily returned.

He gets up from the bed and tries to track down his trousers and socks before perching on the edge of the bed to give you a soft kiss that lingers longer than usual.

His blushing face then leaves your eyesight and you roll onto your back with a disbelieving laugh, quickly covering your mouth to stifle it.

You were still questioning how the two of you were even together, total opposites from different sides of the school. The King and a bookworm.

You suppose, in a weird way, you could thank the horrors that you had both witnessed over the past two years for bringing you together. But you don't want to give the Upside-Down any credit for your happiness given it was a hell like no other.

You can still remember how much you had disliked him at first, the way he acted, the way he spoke to people, the way he made you feel about yourself. His "friends" had given you hell for years and when he had finally stood up to them and broken up with Nancy, you had seen the better version of Steve Harrington who laughed and smiled and actually cared without any fear of being judged.

As you lie on your back, you cans still feel the gentle press of his hands on your skin, hear the whispered words "Are you sure?". Still feel his face buried in the crook of your neck, hear the hushed laughter when he first appeared over you with a bashful "Hello."

It couldn't have been more perfect and you could smile forever in your new bliss.

You wrestle your way out of the warmth of the bedsheets, grabbing the closest article of clothing to you: his navy sweater from yesterday. The sleeves fall over your hands and you bunch it up in fists as you open the door and walk into the hallway.

Dustin's door is still closed and you creep past, so as not to wake him. He wouldn't quit poking fun at you or Steve if he saw you now so it was better to be safe than sorry to leave him sleeping in. It was the holidays anyway.

You're suddenly startled by the sound of pots and pans crashing against each other, followed by the sound of a terribly hidden string of curses as whoever spilled the contents of the cupboard tried (and failed) to catch them.

When you reach the kitchen door, you can see Steve busy at the stove, pots and pans sitting haphazardly on the counter and floor. Without a word, you lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, and watch him attempt to work the stove. A smile plays on your lips and eventually, you clear your throat quietly to get his attention.

He whips round, only to notice that it's you.

"Morning... again." You murmur softly, still smiling.

God, it was like you slept with a hanger in your mouth or something.

"Morning," He turns away as his cheeks blush bashfully, and you can't help but feel warmth at the thought of making Steve Harrington blush. The thought nearly turns your legs to jelly and you walk over to the stove to keep them working.

You swat his hands away from the buttons with a laugh and stand in his place to turn the stove on, hearing his almost silent "Oh." as you show him how to work it.

His arms snake their way round your middle and his chin falls onto your shoulder, your face heating at the contact. He places soft kisses on your shoulder, then your neck, and you run your hands along his forearms.

"Steve." You feel him hug you tighter at his name and his hum of acknowledgement is disguised by another kiss, "Last night..."

You trail off and he laughs against your neck, moving away to turn you round. His nose scrunches as your hands move to the ends of his hair out of habit and he sways slightly.

"Yeah?" You can tell he's wanting you to talk more and you repress a sigh.

"I just wanted to say I..." You can't seem to finish the sentence as you gaze into his eyes, the whole scene perfectly homely. You didn't want to ruin it with a love confession that might be rejected.

He watches you with curious smirk and you open your mouth to speak again but he cuts you off with a sweet, slow kiss.

Your hands move further into his hair and his pull you closer by the waist. More memories of meaningful kisses and the whispered confessions whilst pressed close together from last night resurface in your mind. The feeling of his hands, his lips, just his touch made your head spin and your forehead falls onto his, not breaking the kiss.

"Oh come on!"

Your brother's voice startles you both and you break apart, Steve keeping a hold of your waist.

Dustin stands in the doorway, his friends lingering in the hallway, awkwardly watching the scene playing out. You feel your face burn and turn to your boyfriend for help, but he seems entirely unfazed.

"A bit of privacy wouldn't kill you, Henderson." Steve grumbles, ignoring the disgust on Dustin's face.

"I live here." Dustin replies matter-of-factly, crossing his arms.

"And..?" You can't help but hold back a laugh at your boyfriend's oblivion and he pulls a face at you which lets the laughter escape.

Dustin pulls a different kind of face, "Well, when you two are finished grossing everyone out, I'd like some pancakes."

You roll your eyes and walk over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders to turn him round. He begins to protest but gives up when you give him a sharp pinch on either side.

"Just go upstairs and do whatever it is you do together there," You give him your most serious look you can muster with a stomach full of butterflies.

"Fine," He stomps up the stairs, "But I'm serious about those pancakes!"

You watch his friends follow him up, quickly noticing the two girls and yell up a quick "Leave the door open!" before turning to return to the kitchen.

Max stops and gives you a look that makes you freeze and eye her curiously.

"Yes?" You ask quietly.

"I was just thinking that the sweater is real subtle." Her eyes move along the sweater and you shift uncomfortably under them.

"I-I don't know what you mean..."

She snorts out a laugh and runs up the stairs.

"Nice hickey, by the way!" She yells after her and you throw a shoe up the stairs that hits her legs.

"Teenagers." You mutter under your breath and turn back to the kitchen to see Steve leaning against the counter, a smirk playing on his pretty lips.

"Want to tell me what's going on in that head of yours, Harrington?" Your voice is quiet and he closes the distance between the two of you in four long strides.

His thumb grazes your chin, pushing your face up to his before he kisses you again, a contented sigh escaping him. Once again, your hands find his messy hair and he grips the sweater with a little more power than before.

"God, I love you." His words are almost hidden against your lips but you freeze and pull away slightly, out of breath from both the kiss and his confession.

A blush creeps up his face and you can't help but smile before giving him another quick peck on his lips, relief filling you.

How can you have thought this man didn't love you enough to say it when he had blushed and grinned the entire morning. You love him to Jupiter and back a thousand times and realise, you had always really known he feels the same.

So, when the words leave your mouth and leave him a blushing mess, you can't help but know that this is your future.

You and him.

"I love you too."

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A/N

I really hope you liked it and just a reminder that my requests are open via messages so just ping me a message if you have a request for any of the characters from my first post. Thank you! xx

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euph0riafilms · 9 months

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Eddie Munson x Goth! Reader

She's a little strange... but he likes it

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #reader #goth!reader #goth aesthetic #goth #alt!reader #stranger things #eddie munson x alt!reader #eddie munson x goth!reader #xreader

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appocalipse · 2 years

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UNSPOKEN FEELINGS → steve harrington

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Words: 2,473

Warnings: none (?) spoilers for season 4 vol. 1, in case you haven’t watched it, i guess

Summary: The reader is Dustin’s older sister; she most likely wasn’t around for the events of season one and maybe even two, seeing as she used to live with her father out of town. But, once she moved back in and met Steve, they became friends and before she could notice it, she had grown much more complicated feelings for him. And after all the craziness they’ve been through with Vecna, maybe it’s time to find out if he feels the same....or if fate wanted Steve and Nancy together again.

A/N: this is set after the events of season 4; since vol. 2 hasn’t been released yet, let’s pretend all is well and no one died in it. also, i wrote this at 3 am, so please bear with me lol

if you’d like, listen to this while reading.

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Fate didn’t seem to like you very much.

There had been a thousand things happening at once; Vecna, the Upside Down, Joyce and her family moving out...and then there was your feelings towards Steve.

For a while, you thought it was stupid; your younger brother Dustin idolized the guy, and you ended up spending a great deal of time with him and Robin, so it was only natural to have a little crush on Steve Harrington. He was nice, good-looking, funny... But that innocent feeling grew. And grew. And then grew a little more.

And when he was dragged into the Watergate, you almost felt fisical pain thinking about living in a world without Steve.

There was only one word that could describe that feeling: love. And now it was too late to ignore it.

Now that you were all back at the real world, Hawkins was holding some sort of festival — you were not sure why, but it was a small town kinda thing — and you and your friends were trying to have a normal moment after all the chaos you had just been through. The silly excuse to dress up and go out to dance was greatly appreciated, thank you very much.

During the last fight, your arm ended up broken; reason why you were now wearing a cast, but it didn’t really bother you all that much. It was a small price to pay. Max almost died; your arm would heal.

But that night, when a smiling Steve asked you to dance, you suspected it was because he didn’t want you to feel left out because of your arm — it would obviously get in the way of a normal dancing stance. But Steve was sweet enough not to mind; he took your right hand in his (you ignored the butterflies in your stomach) and placed his other hand on your waist (ignoring, keep ignoring them,Y/N!), carefully avoiding to touch your left arm as you moved to the rhythm of whatever song was being played.

There was a nice, warm feeling building up inside of you....until he brought up Robin and Eddie's opinions on Nancy's actions. They were certain her feelings for Steve were coming back, judging by the way she wasted no second on risking her life for him, or staring at him whenever she thought no one was looking. Her relationship with Jonathan was also not in its best moment.

Maybe her feelings for Steve never really left. First love is a complicated thing.

“So...what do you think?” Steve asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but you caught a hint of tension in his voice. Of course he would ask for your advice; of course.

What the hell am I supposed to say?

Your brain doesn’t normally function half as well around Steve under normal circumstances, but now that you were literally in his arms...did he really expect some sort of plausible answer?

“I don’t know...I think-” you began, but just as the words left your mouth, your eyes instinctively fell down on Nancy’s bright smile across the room and you stopped mid-sentence; she was wearing a beautiful blue dress, her hair carefully done up, and while you observed her talking to her brother, Mike, you suddenly realized that you couldn't possibly see a reason why Steve would not love her still. You had only been around her for the last few days and she had already managed to make you like her, care about her... hell, you could consider her a friend after all you had been through together, with Vecna and all that. You had actually come to admire her, no matter how hard you tried to dislike her at first, thanks to your unspoken feelings for Steve.

And of course they were right. Robin and Eddie, they were right. Deep down, you knew that Steve loved her back as well. He always did; he just didn’t know that, or didn’t want to acknowledge the fact out loud. Why else would all those dates of his never work out? Why else would he get so eager to protect her at all times?

Realization hit you in a moment...well, more like a second. And you knew. You knew that no matter the extent of your feelings for Steve, no matter how Dustin claimed there was evidence he liked you back, no matter all the sleepless nights you spent thinking what could happen if you confessed to him...you knew that it wasn't your place to stand between Steve and Nancy.

"I think she really, really cares about you, and you should...." you paused, feeling tears threatening to form as your mouth seemed to fail at getting the words out. Luckily, the music and the voices were more than enough to mask any sign of sadness in your voice. Steve, fortunately, wasn't looking at your face at that point; he didn’t seem to be looking at anything in particular.

You cleared your throat and forced the words out. "She is right over there and this is the perfect opportunity for you to ask her to dance, Steve."

Over Steve's shoulder, you spotted Dustin eyeing you both dancing with hopeful eyes, moving his upper body absentmindedly to the rhythm of the music from his seat, a big smile appearing on his face as he caught you looking back at him, if only for a moment. You slowly shook your head no; his smile was quickly replaced by a confused expression, and you forced a smile of your own in a pathetic attempt to calm him down.

Steve looked at you right this instant, his expression showing something you couldn't quite read — surprise? Shock?

"Go ahead, ask her," you encouraged, keeping the same fake smile on your face and hoping it was enough to reassure him, cause it was most likely the best you could come up with at the moment. "I'll go...to the bathroom."

"But I'm-"

At this point, you both had stopped moving, and you decided to step back. It could have been your imagination, but you got the feeling that his hand seemed hesitant to let yours go until the last moment, when you were out of his reach and turned away.

You walked fast, moving carefully around all the couples on the dance floor; but, contrary to what you told him, your feet didn't get you towards the bathroom. The bathroom would have people in it. Happy people. And you would eventually have to get out of there and risk seeing Steve and Nancy making up and God knows what else on your way out.

No. You walked towards the exit, the doors that led to the hallways and to the back doors of the school, where no one would be.

You sat on the ground, seeing as there was nowhere else to sit, listening to the heavy rain that muffled most sounds coming from inside the building, and tried not to think too much over what you had just done. One could almost forget that there was a party going on at all; the storm was picking up fast, and sometimes a lonely thunder would paint the sky a shade of light blue.

At least the scenery fitted well with your current situation.

When your face got wet though, the rain was not to blame. You were luckily sheltered from it in your little spot on the ground. But your heart? There was no way to shelter it from those feelings.

A lonely tear slid down your cheek; you looked up at the sky, absentmindedly, trying to justify to yourself why on God's green Earth you where crying over something like that.

You looked down at your own arm. It seemed stupid — petty, even — to be crying over something so little as an unrequited love after all the things you and your friends at Hawkins had been through...but you couldn't stop. And so you allowed yourself to cry, because...

Why should I not? After all I’ve been through, why can’t I have one normal emotion for a person my age, instead of fear, anger, or despair?

You would eventually get over it.

Steve loved Nancy. Big Deal. You never expected him to love you back. Not really. It was hurting right now because you thought maybe, just maybe, after everything that went on with Vecna and all the pain you all had to endure, you'd be given a period of happiness and peace to make up for all the tragedy — perhaps the universe itself would grant such a blessing. But so be it. Maybe you could go back to living with your father, away from Hawkins for a time...

And that's when the doors slammed open once again, startling you, and through them Steve Harrington stepped out, his gentle brown eyes instantly finding the mess you were at the moment, sitting on the floor.

Boy, did the universe hate you.

You hurriedly wiped away your tears, desperately trying to hide the fact that you've been crying. Somewhere in your mind you registered the shock on his face becoming worry, and you looked straight ahead, thinking of ways this could go better than you making a fool out of yourself in front of him of all people.

Steve didn't say anything at first — he looked out of place, not sure where to put his own hands or where exactly to look at. You pressed your eyes closed, letting your head rest against the cold wall behind you, kinda wishing he would just disappear — maybe he was just your mind playing tricks on you...

"What are you doing on the floor?"

Nope, you couldn’t be that lucky.

"Just go, please," normally, you would have a snarky comeback to his question, but right now you couldn't find it in yourself to answer in that way.

Steve took a deep, audible breath. You still didn't open your eyes.

But you felt it when he sat down next to you, careful not to bump into your broken arm, though it hardly hurt anymore.

"Steve, please."

"You were crying," it was not a question.

How cliche could you be? Although you'd never stopped to think about it, Steve was probably your best friend, you were in love with him, and now there was a hundred percent chance he had put two and two together and figured out why you were crying as well.

And even so, you blurted out the first lie your tired mind could muster, because that’s how you could keep yourself from panicking completely. "My arm hurts."

What, obviously, didn’t convince him.

"Liar."

"Can we just talk tomorrow?"

"You're really rude, you know that?"

You finally looked at him. His eyes were already on you, and you struggled to think clearly with how close you two where... but then you grasped a new feeling inside you: anger, and you held on to it.

"Excuse me?"

You could stand the thought of being rejected. Everybody was rejected at least once in their life, and you were no stranger to the feeling; you just didn't want anyone to witness the aftermath of it firsthand, let alone the person who rejected you, and yet here he were, making the task of putting your feelings for him behind you incredibly difficult.

"We were dancing and you just stormed off mid-song,” he said, matter-of-factly.

"I didn't storm off-" you felt exhasperation getting the better of you, messing up each and every thought you tried to put into words. "You asked me about....I told you to go and dance with her, so I got out of your-"

"I was dancing with you!", great, now the screaming contest was about to begin.

"Yes, but you wanted to be dancing with her!"

"OH, so now you know everything I want?"

"I know the obvious!"

He scoffed, but when he spoke again, his tone was so calm and his voice was so low that you couldn’t tell if Steve was certain he wanted to be heard. "Oh no, you absolutely don't."

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You know, for someone really, really smart, sometimes you read it all wrong.”

A few seconds passed by without both of you saying anything; you looking at him, him looking down at the ground, mindlessly playing with a dry leaf he must have found nearby on the floor...and then it hit you. What he was implying. What he was trying to make you believe, that is. Was he really too kind to let someone down?

“Oh my God, no,” you let out a bitter chuckle, trying to get up, which proved to be more of an challenge with only one good arm available than you antecipated. “No, no, you're not doing this.”

Steve seemed to panic as he watched you moving to stand up, and he quickly grabbed your wrist — the one that wasn't on a cast. “Wait, where are you going?”

For a second, you looked down at where he was holding you in place, stunned, then back at his face, catching Steve looking back at you with some sort of conflict passing behind his brown eyes. “Let go.”

And then he too got up, still nowhere near inclined to let go of your arm.

“I can't.”

"What do you mean, you can't? Of course you can. Just let go of me and I’ll go home, and you can go back inside and we can pretend this never happened-", you tried to yank your wrist free, but Steve didn't let go; instead, he took a step closer...and suddenly you were close enough for a kiss, and all the butterflies came back, and there was this scene playing inside your head where one of you slowly leaned in and...

You stared down at your feet, feeling tears once again welling up in your eyes. "Please don't do this."

"Don't do what?" you weren't looking at his face, but he sounded genuinely confused, maybe even worried.

"Pretend you like me."

"I do like you."

"Not in that way," you took a step back, and this time around he let your arm go. The words began leaving your mouth even before your brain could register it. "Look, whatever it is that Dustin asked you to do, or whatever you feel you owe him, or me, you don't. It's not your fault I lo-"

You froze mid-sentence. And there it was, those words anyone smart dreaded to say to the wrong person, on the tip of your tongue...and the worst part was that you didn’t even knew you were about to say them until it was to late to act like it didnt happen.

Steve was giving you a stunned look, uncertain, and when he shifted closer, you moved a step back. "Y/N-"

“I’ll just go home.”

A/N: part 2 is now OUT! Read here. ♥

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things drabble #stranger things oneshot #xreader #oneshot #eddie munson #steve harrington oneshot #steve x reader #steve x nancy #nancy wheeler #st4 #dustin henderson #angst

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deceasedshadow · 3 months

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Bro, you know what I absolutely hate?

When I look up sub!character x dom!reader and all I get is subby, pathetic, whiny, Ms. Stutters a lot. I'm losing my mind-

I LITERALLY DONT EVEN HAVE MOTIVATION TO READ ANYMORE-

*So sorry, snookums. I realized how mean that sounds*

#sub!mandalorian x reader #x y/n #xreader #marvel x reader #dc x reader #fluff #x y/n smut #x reader smut #sub!anakin x reader #sub!chris evans x reader #sub!eddie munson x reader #sub!steve harrington #stranger things #hot as fuck

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tht0nesimp · 2 years

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What if reader falls asleep during an escape attempt?

Eddie:

Weirded out but figured that the weed would kick in sometime and just picks you up and brings you back to the trailer, when you wake up higher than the clouds and about to fall asleep again you realized the immense amount of drugs that had just been pumped smoked and taken by you and Eddie was just sitting there mainly sober as an infuser tried to cover the smell of weed

Steve: He picks you up and is still angry but will wake you up at home to punish you for it letting you sleep for a few minutes beforehand

Robin: “what the hell..” just leans over you and picks you back up

Billy: Laughing his off ass while you sat in an alley lightly snoring as the man picked you up still giggling, you’ll never hear the end of it

Dustin: Leans over you and just stares for a few minutes before sighing, it wasn’t even a chase and he would be carrying you home

Mike: You wake back up to being in bed and he just shrugged leaving you to sleep some more, he was confused on how it even happened but it worked for him

#yandere eddie munson #xreader #yandere #fandom #yandere stranger things #yandere male #yandere mike #yandere scenarios #Yandere robin #yandere x reader #Yandere ask #Yandere mike #Yandere billy Hargrove #CandiesActualFics

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hadesunderpants · 2 years

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Sex Ed (Part 2.)

Summary: Reader’s friend gets a lesson on how to give a blow job

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 3.5k ⚠️Warnings⚠️: SMUT!!! If you’re a child, please, I’m begging you, go away. 18+!! Oral (Male receiving), two seconds of fingering, penetrative sex (P in V), unprotected sex, public bathroom, a mirror is involved, self eye contact idk, squirting, I mean obviously harsh language, if I missed anything, please let me know.

A/N: It’s finally here! Part 2! I feel like the into is a bit long for those who only clicked for the spicy action, but I enjoy it.

MASTERLIST Part 1.

Family Video had been pretty empty all day. You were hanging around the store with Eddie as Robin and Steve worked.

“Kieth said people can’t just hang around the store without buying stuff.” Steve spoke over his shoulder as he was putting away a few movies.

“Yeah, well Kieth can suck my dick.” You retorted, ruffling Steve’s hair. You were browsing a few shelves while you waited for Robin to finish up with a customer. “Plus, another friend asked me to meet up with her here, so we’re waiting.” You shrugged.

“Who is this friend anyway?” Eddie’s voice could be heard from the next isle over.

“Well we met a few months ago at wedding and we instantly became friends, but when the end of the wedding came along we never swapped information. Luckily for us, though, we reconnected again just last week at a coffee house and she said she wanted to hang out so we made a plan to meet here, today.” You spoke quickly, browsing some of the shelves.

“Wow, sorry I asked.” Eddie popped around the end of the isle, going behind Steve and ruffling his hair.

“Would you guys quit it with the hair?” Steve groaned, standing up from his squatting position and raking his hands through his hair trying to fix it.

“Nope.” You chuckled, walking around Steve who was protecting his hair. You made your way to stand near the front desk with Robin, as the other two boys followed like lost puppies.

Suddenly, the door opened, causing the bell to ding. Everybody’s eyes landed on your newest friends, Erin, who came bounding over to the front counter.

“Hey! How are you?” You greeted her with a big smile, which she did not return. She looked a bit upset.

“I need advice.” She spoke, with a little pout.

“About what?” You straightened up a bit at her request.

“It’s my dumb boyfriend.” She huffed, leaning herself against the counter between you and Steve.

“What did he do?” You rolled your eyes at the idiocy of men before rubbing her arm to comfort her.

“He asked me to-“ she cut herself off and looked around at your friends who didn’t seem to be paying any attention.

She leaned in a bit closer and whispered to you.

“He asked me to give him a blow job.” She looked back at your friends to see if they heard her, which it looked like nobody did.

Even if they hadn’t, they certainly did after your response.

“So? I give blow jobs all the time.” You spoke nonchalantly with a shrug. All eyes landed on you as you picked at your nails a bit.

“Jesus, (Y/n), don’t just say that out loud.” Steve spoke with a bit of shock. Robin slapped on Steve’s shoulder giving him a scowl.

“Why can’t she? She shouldn’t be ashamed of her sexual history.” Robin finished her statement with a ruffle of Steve’s hair.

“That’s not what Im saying.” He argued back.

“Well it sure sounds like it.” Robin fired back.

“Ok, well the problem is,” Erin started, rolling her eyes at Steve, Robin, and now Eddie, who were not all bickering, “last time I tried to give a blow job…” she traveled off, not wanting to finish her sentence. “Ithrewuponhisdick.” She mumbled so quietly you couldn’t understand her.

“What?” You moved a bit closer to be able to hear.

“Ithrewuponhisdick.” She was a bit lifer this time, but you still couldn’t understand her.

“I threw up on his dick!” She shouted, now, loud enough for anyone in the store to hear. The arguing that was occurring between your friends had halted and they were all looking at Erin. With an embarrassed blush creeping into Erin’s face, she looked to you.

“It’s okay, no worries. I’ll teach you.” You rubbed her shoulders as she looked down at her feet.

“What?” She asked meekly, making eye contact.

“Yeah, what?” Eddie looked around Erin with an interested look on his face.

“I’ll teach you how to give a blow job and not throw up.” You repeated a bit more confident this time.

“Okay, cool.” Erin smiled, and pushed off the counter.

“I’m gonna need at least two bananas.” You spoke to Steve, who was the only one legally allowed to drive at the moment, who rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys to go to the store for you. “Thank you! Appreciate you!” You yelled to Steve as he walked out of Family Video and got into his car.

“Okay, so now we just wait for him?” Erin questioned, wandering over to browse the isles.

“Yep.” You chirped, hopping up to sit on the counter, reading Robin’s magazine over her shoulder.

Once Steve had returned from the store and tossed a bag of bananas at you, you called Erin back over to the counter.

“Okay, so, first things first, you don’t ever want to use your teeth for anything. And so mean anything. No teeth.” You spoke, reaching into the bag and grabbed two bananas.

Handing one banana to Erin, began peeling the one in your hand.

“Now, show me how you suck a dick.” You rested your hands on your lap, everyone now looking at Erin.

“Now? I’m front of your friends?” She questioned shyly.

“Yeah, they’re cool. Don’t worry. I need a baseline to know what you’re working with.” You encourage her, giving a big smile.

She awkwardly held her peeled banana up to her lips and looked at your friends before she stuck the whole thing down her throat. Immediately she started to gag, so she pulled the fruit out of her mouth and placed a hand on her forehead.

“Okay, I see the problem.” You took the banana from her and placed it on the counter, everyone giving it a horrified look.

“Okay. What did I do wrong?” Your friend asked with a bit of a heavy sigh.

“You went all in. It was too fast. If you’ve ever done anything sexual you’ll know that that’s really not that way to approach things. Start slow, then go further.” You explained. “I’ll show you.”

You held up the banana and licked from the bottom to the tip before slowly placing just the tip of the fruit between your lips. You slowly pushed the banana further into your mouth, pushing it in and out. You made sure to pull back a few times and focus just on the tip of the banana.

“See? A little bit at first, then do more. And whatever you can’t fit in your mouth, you can use your hand to pump the rest.” You demonstrated a bit with the banana before placing it right next to the discarded banana from before.

“Jesus.” Steve whispered under his breath with wide eyes.

“Holy fuck.” Eddie spoke with a similarly star struck look. You just gave a coy smile and giggled.

“Ok yeah, I can do that.” Erin smiled back, with a bit more confidence in her tone.

“And if all else fails and you feel yourself start to gag, just squeeze your thumbs into your palms like this.” You held up your right hand and tucked your fingers around your folded thumb, squeezing.

“How would that help?” Steve chuckled, disbelievingly.

“Trust me, it helps.” Eddie spoke before he realized he had said anything.

You all gave him confused looks, and once he realized what he’d said he grew a strong blush.

“Shut up.” Eddie pushed himself off the counter and made his way, quickly, to the bathroom. Everyone let out a slight chuckle, and they went about their business. You spent a few minutes talking with Erin, and catching up, before Eddie approached you. He wordlessly grabbed your wrist and dragged you away to the back area near the bathroom.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked, quietly.

“Um, remember the other day? In the supply closet?” His face was close to your face as he whispered. Your eyebrows shot up as you remembered the events from last week in a certain supply closet at school.

“I believe I do.” You cleared your throat a bit, feeling a blush creep up your neck.

“Well, I remember you said you just couldn’t stop thinking about me, and how you wanted me to finger you, and when you said that I couldn’t help but think it was a bit funny, but now, after seeing what you did to the banana, I can’t stop thinking about it and I have a massive boner that I can’t seem to make go away. I know we never spoke of the closet events, but now I am, and I’m begging you, (Y/n), please I need you to help me out.” He spoke quickly and quietly, grasping your shoulders. You let his words process for a moment before you pushed on his chest, causing his back to open the bathroom door.

You looked around for a moment before following him into the one stall bathroom, locking the door behind you. You turned to face him, who hadn’t yet processed what was going on.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” You placed your hands on his hips, pressing him against the counter and smashing your lips onto his.

He hands came up to cup your cheeks as yours went to his belt. You opened the handcuff shaped buckle and popped open the button of his jeans, pulling down the zipper.

“Are you sure?” Eddie’s hands grabbed your shoulders, holding you back to look at your eyes.

“Yes, are you?” You shoved your hand down the front of his pants, palming his already hard dick through his boxers.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure.” He groaned at the feeling of your hand against him. His hands gripping the edge of the counter.

You pushed his jeans down to his knees as you sank down onto yours. You couldn’t help but be a little turned on at the pain you felt on your knees due to the hard tile of the bathroom floor.

You could see the outline of his hard cock through his tight boxers. You ran your tongue up the bulge, earning a hiss from Eddie above you.

You wrapped your fingers around the waistband of the boxers and slowly pulled them down, holding eye contact with Eddie. Once his dick was free from the confines of the fabric, you realized just how big it actually is.

Still holding eye contact, you licked you gathered your spit in your mouth to spit it into your palm. You grabbed his dick and started stroking it, very slowly.

You ran your tongue along the bottom of the shaft, just as you had done to the banana just moments ago. You rolled your tongue around his bright red tip, focusing on the small slit that was oozing precum.

With Eddie starting to breath a bit heavier, you wrapped your lips around the head of his throbbing cock and started to take him further into your mouth little by little. You used one hand to stroke the base of his cock and the other was planted firmly on his hip to steady yourself.

Your head bobbing progressively got faster and deeper, and Eddie’s groans of pleasure got louder and breathier.

His hands gathered all your hair into a messy ponytail. He held your hair with one hand as the other went back to gripping the counter with white knuckles.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” He groaned, using your hair to guide you on his dick. Your hand was still stroking what you hadn’t fit into your mouth.

You pushed his further down your throat, feeling a bit of tears forming in your eyes. You took a breath in through your nose before taking as much of him as your could down your throat. Your eyes pinched shut as you could feel his hand tightening his grip on your hair. He held your head against him without even realizing it. You managed to open your eyes and look up at him through your dark lashes. His eyes were screwed shut and his head thrown back. His jaw was dropped, but sadly no noises were falling from his lips.

Sure, you had sucked a few dicks before, but none as big as Eddie’s. You could feel yourself starting to gag a bit as he hit the back of your throat. Before you gagged, however, you remembered your own advice. You squeezed your thumb in your palm, as tears slid down your cheeks.

Eddie’s hold had released you from deep throating him, but he still pushed your head up and down on his dick, his hips thrusting forward a bit, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat with every thrust.

“Shit, that feels good.” He practically growled. He looked back down at your, seeing your makeup was now running down your cheeks. Both his hands came to your cheeks, pulling your mouth off his dick, as he wiped your tears away.

Trying to catch your breath a bit, you used your hand to continue pumping his cock. You could feel the ache in your core just from being on your knees in front of this man. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache.

“Eddie.” You spoke, a bit of a scratchy sound to your voice now.

“Yes, darling.” His hands were still cupping your face, wiping away s bit of spit that had dribbled down your chin.

“You can totally say no if you want,” you began, standing in to your feet, pressing your chest against Eddie’s. “I want you to fuck me.”

His breath got caught in his throat at your words, but you spoke with full conviction.

“Who would ever say not to that?” He spoke, once he found his breath again.

He grabbed your hips and pressed you against the counter now, face the mirror.

Using once of his feet, he kicked your legs a bit farther apart, lifting your black dress up to reveal your black tights covering your lack of underwear.

“(Y/n)? How attached are you to these tights?” Eddie whispered, pressing his dick against your ass and his chest to your back.

“I have like ten pairs at home.” You shrugged, not understanding the questions.

“Okay, good.” He gave you no warning, he just grabbed the thin material and ripped it open, revealing your glistening cunt.

“Already so wet. Did you enjoy my cock stuffed in your mouth?” His hands were gripping your waist, bending you over the counter so you had a closer look at yourself in the mirror.

You nodded, grabbing the edge of the counter as Eddie had done previously.

“Words, baby. I need to hear you say it.” He landed a harsh smack to your ass, as he ran his fingers through your wet slit.

“Yes. I loved sucking your cock.” You whined out, pressing your ass against his hand.

“Tell me what you want, (Y/n).” He ran and hand along your spine, arching your back a bit more.

“Your fingers. Stretch me out for your huge cock.” You wiggled your ass a bit, desperate for him to touch you.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” Without hesitation he pressed two fingers into your hole, thrusting them in and out slowly. A moan fell from your lips as his fingers never seemed to miss that spongey spot that made you go feral.

“Fuck yes.” You pinched your eyes closed, clenching around his fingers inside of you.

“Open your eyes. I want you to watch yourself get fucked stupid.” He grabbed a chunk of your hair and pulled your head up to look at yourself. His other hand pulled out of your dripping pussy and grabbed the back of your thigh. He hoisted your leg to rest against the counter and he shoved his whole cock into your hole without any warning.

A strangled moan fell from your lips as you could feel his dick all the way in your stomach.

He gave you a few seconds to adjust to the size of his cock before setting a ruthless pace, pounding his cock into you, completely taking your breath away.

The only sounds that filled the room were the sounds of Eddie’s hips hitting against your ass and your heavy panting.

Your eyes traveled from your own in the mirror to Eddie who was already string at your reflection. Without halting his thrusting, his hand in your hair yanked you to stand with your back pressed against his chest. He let go of your hair to to reach around and grip your cheek, forcing you to look at yourself.

“Look at yourself, not at me.” He spoke, roughly. Once you were looking back into your own eyes, the hand he had on your cheek wrapped around your throat.

The sight of his slender fingers, alone, adorned by multiple bulky rings wrapped around your throat, squeezing slightly caused your stomach to tighten. Your gaze fell quickly to his other hand placed on your hip, holding you in place, using his grip to forcefully fuck into you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, having too much going on to focus on at once. Your hands still gripping the edge of the counter you were pressed against, you focus on the feeling of Eddie’s cock sliding in and our of your clenching pussy. You focused on the tight grip he had on your hip, and blood rush to your head from his hand wrapped around your throat.

“Open. Your. Eyes.” Eddie spoke lowly, directly into your ear.

“I can’t. Too much. Gonna cum.” You could barely get out two words at a time as your teeth clenched together.

“I won’t let you cum unless you watch yourself do it.” His hand left your hip and, instead, reached around you to start rubbing fast circles on your clit.

“Fuck!” You tried not to scream, but you felt too much going on at once. Your orgasm edging closer and closer.

Using what little energy you had left, you forced your eyes open to look into your reflection. They were red with black tears rimming the underneath.

“Good girl.” Eddie’s pace quickened, if that was even possible.

“Shitshitshit!” You tried biting your lip to hopefully stay quiet, to no avail.

“Gotta quiet down.” Eddie groaned into your ear, squeezing your throat a bit tighter.

Eddies circles on your clit sped up, as your orgasm flooded your body.

“Oh my, God! Eddie!” You practically screamed as your pussy clenched around his cock. You could feel yourself gushing around him, as your body practically convulsed.

You knew you could squirt, you’ve done it before. Only by yourself, though.

“Fuck! Shit! Son of a bitch!” You cried out, Eddie’s hand moving from your throat to cover your mouth. Eddie thrusted into you a few more times before his hips halted. You could feel the hot streams of his cum coating your walls as his hands gripped your hips even harder. He let out a groan into your ear before resting his forehead against your shoulder.

He carefully set your leg back down on the floor, letting you gain some balance before he pulled his cock out of your sensitive pussy. You still held the counter as he grabbed a bit of toilet paper to wipe away the mess you had made between your legs.

Running your hands over your cheeks to clear off the black streaks all over your face, you turned around to see Eddie adjusting his belt.

“So, uh,” You started, fixing your dress a bit.

“Yeah.” Eddie added, a bit awkwardly.

“That was,” You brushed your hair a bit with your fingers.

“I know.” Eddie did the same, trying to tame a few wild pieces of hair.

“So, they definitely heard, right?” You spoke quickly, playing with your fingers a bit.

“A hundred percent.” Eddie smiled a bit, wiping away a bit of makeup you had left behind on your cheek.

“Shit.” You chuckled, awkwardly.

“It’s okay, who cares what they think?” He shrugged, grabbing your hand and leading you to the door.

“You’re right. We’re both adults. Who cares?” You took a deep breath before following Eddie back to the main area of the store.

Everyone was huddled around the counter, whispering to each other before Eddie cleared his throat, letting everyone know you were both standing right there.

They all paused what they are saying to look up at you. You gave them an awkward smile and wave before walking over like nothin every happened.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with little winks from everyone, silently telling you they knew exactly what you had gotten up to.

You just shook you head and smiled, knowing Eddie thought about you just as much as you had thought about him.

That was a win in your book.

A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to post this. I kept writing and rewriting. I couldn’t get it exactly how I wanted, and I wrote this like paragraph at a time. A large portion of this was written while I was under the influence of massive amounts of THC, but it’s okay. I also didn’t proof read this or even read it, so if it suck, that’s my bad.

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curtsycream · 3 months

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Things to Know about

Eddie and Gallstone!Reader

Includes bits and pieces of smut and fluff I can always do more, I want to do more. This is more of a ramble not really congruent. I’m in deep for Eddie and his Catholic school girlfriend <33

They met during the summer of her second year at Gallstone. Her next door neighbor is Steve Harrington whom she is friends with. Due to this she hangs out with him and his friends at time and met Eddie on one of these hangouts

She was skeptical of Eddie due to her never meeting a guy like him.

Eddie was just as skeptical thinking her good girl behavior was an act for appeal

They got to know each other when she needed a ride home for school and Steve was busy at the Video Store.

Eddie and Y/N went on a few dates before he asked her out. Of course he got her parents’ approval first before doing so.

Eddie is always awestruck when he sees her in her school uniform. They may or may not have had sex will she wore her uniform.

Y/N was a virgin when she met Eddie and decided she wanted her first time to be with him. He was okay waiting until marriage for her but she was confident she was ready.

She doesn’t know much about sex and asks Eddie any and everything about it. This usually leads to him providing hands on demonstrations. “What about the one where someone is tied up?” “Oh baby, I’ve been waiting for you to mention that.”

Eddie has a corruption kink, he can’t help it when she’s his girlfriend. His mind swims with ideas when he remembers how innocent she is when it comes to sex. “What are you thinking about Eds?” *blatantly looking at her stocking clad legs* “geometry.”

Y/N realized that she had a thing for hands specifically Eddie’s hands and the way his rings feel inside of her.

Worship, praise, public sex the trilogy of Eddie and Y/N’s sex life. From his van to picnic blankets in the park to the bathroom in the Video Store. “Please tell me you guys didn’t do what I think you did..” “Sorry Harrington, some things can’t be helped.”

It’s a must that they hold hands during sex, they always do if they don’t s(he)’ll cry

Size kink because I said so and it pairs with his corruption kink since he’s all like. “Poor baby you’re just so small…can’t even fit all of me in you yet.”

Y/N loves to match either Eddie whether it be jewelry, socks, or shirts. She loves feeling connected to him in any way possible.

These two have a skincare routine that they stick by regularly, Eddie demands it. (He personally just loves spending time with her)

Y/N loves to cuddle Eddie when he’s a bat, he didn’t waste time telling her his secret after their third date

They tell each other everything, top tier gossip partners. “She slept with him!” “Exactly what I said Eds, well I didn’t say it because she was right there! But it’s crazy!”

Eddie tries hard in school so he can graduate alongside her.

She reads to him as he listens (watches her because he thinks she’s very pretty) “are you listening to me, Eds?” “Always baby, always.”

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 2 years

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anything comforting with dark!steve or eddie pls i'm so tired and i think i'm getting a cold LOL I WANT THEM TO TAKE CARE OF ME

oh no!! feel better baby!! (btw im sorry this wasnt dark! but you can imagine it however you like!)

CW: reader has a cold, fluff, mention of slight fever

you and eddie are lying on his couch, your body on his as he rubs his hand comfortingly over your back.

"you tired, baby?" eddie asks, kissing your forehead. that's when he notices the warmer-than-normal skin. "oh, sweetheart, you feelin' funny?"

you nod against his shoulder, nuzzling your face into the fabric of his shirt, whining.

eddie clicks his tongue, cooing. "don't worry, princess. let's getcha into a bath, okay? make sure you're all cozy tonight, hm?"

"yeah, w-wanna get cozy, please," you whisper, and eddie wraps his arms around you, picking you up. he shushes you gently as you whine again at the disturbance, but quickly quiet down when he starts the bath.

he sets you down on the counter, kissing the tip of your nose as you hum, eyes closed and tired.

"dustin probably gave you that nasty cold, sweet thing...told him not to come to hellfire because my poor little baby gets sick easily, but nooo.."

he sort of says it to himself, but hearing you giggle makes him feel happy so it was worth it.

he peels off your t-shirt and shorts, unhooking your bra as you sigh at the feeling of not having any sort of restraint on you. he lays soft, delicate kisses on your collarbones--not sexual at all, just comforting.

"'s okay, baby. eddie'll getcha fixed up in no time."

and eddie did stay true to his statement.

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chr0llossexygf · 2 years

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SHE IS ART

PAIRING eddie munson x fem reader

SUMMARY eddie accidentally ruins your art and tries to make it up to you by sneaking into your room and drawing it again. all though he has no artistic skills, it’s an excuse to spend time with you and admire your beauty.

NOTE yall wtf why did my last post get so many likes i’m literally crying wtf thank u sm it means so much to me!2&:93737

WARNING cuss words!!

“ or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!” eddie yells walking on the table looking at the jocks, “ you want something freak?” jason says. you smile looking down at your drawing, you had your headphones on listening to the smiths. “ fuck i have to do it again.” you mumble under your breath reaching for your eraser, due to holding the pencil for so long your hands were sweaty. dropping the eraser, you bend down to grab the eraser.

you jump quickly taking off your headphones leaving them to rest on your neck and looking back up to see eddie walking on your table. “So as long as your not into parties!” he yells looking at the ‘cool kids’ table. he steps on your drawing, ruining it. with his dirty boots, permanently damaging the paper. “ no no!” you say putting your headphones down on the table. you look at the drawing and pout.

eddie looks down and quickly stumbles off the table earning a few laughs, “ loser!” someone yells. “ oh shit.” eddie says quickly getting up and looking at you. “ i didn’t mean to-” eddie says looking at the drawing he damaged. “ it’s fine.” you mumble biting your lower lip upset. eddie directs his attention to you, “ i swear i didn’t see you- no i mean i did- i just didn’t think- i’m so sorry.” he says quickly sitting down in-front of you. “ it’s fine don’t worry.” you look up at him.

holy

crap

jesus

christ

eddie’s eyes widen, you were the most beautiful girl ever. like literally ever. he’s never seen someone so beautiful in his life, as stupid as it sounds you were the most perfect girl he’d ever seen. he thought it was crazy, how he doesn’t even know your name yet his heart is pounding. your eyes, fuck they were so pretty to him. your lips, your lips, your lips, your lips, your beautiful lips that were in a pout that he thought was the cutest thing ever. he doesn’t even know who you are yet he’s so inlove with you.

“ no its not fine! i mean look at yo- this look this!” he stutters almost blowing his cover. “ this is amazing art and i ruined it.” he says again grabbing the paper he ruined. you cover your face with the sleeves of your jacket, your face heating up. no one had ever complimented your art. eddie smiles, he can’t take this anymore your so adorable oh my god oh my god.

“ it’s not.” you whisper still hiding your face, eddie gasps dramatically. “ what?! this is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.” lie, you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

you put your hands down smiling, “ thanks.” you mumble, your face red. “ d-do you seriously like it?” you ask biting your nail nervously. eddie grins, he looks down at the drawing. “ yeah of course. i mean look at it.” eddie says admiring the piece of art, trying to actually focus on the ‘art’ and not your face. because you honestly are a work of art. “ i dont i guess people think drawing is for children and it’s a waste of time.” you say biting your lower lip. “ yeah well i’m eddie the ‘freak’ munson so i don’t have the right to judge people, and honestly if i were to judge-”

he suddenly flew back off the table, he puts his hand on his heart dramatically. he then suddenly points at your art, “ that has got to be the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen!” he exclaims out loud. you look around the cafeteria and everybody was staring at you, you cover your face giggling. you grab your eraser and throw it at him, “ get back here!” you whisper yell your face bright red. eddie grabs the eraser and chuckles, “ sorry sorry. couldn’t control myself.” he sits back down infront of your. “ let me fix it.” he says. you tilt your head to the side confused, “ what do you mean fix it? you can draw?” you ask quickly sitting up. eddie starts laughing, “ no no i’m more of the guitar guy. but i mean i can try to fix it.” eddie says covering his face with his hair shyly. you smile, “ yeah! yeah of course? just uh how.”

“ easy i can just sneak into your room.” he says letting go of his hair, “ w-what? my parents are home!” you whisper yell crossing your hands. “ i can be a quiet.” he says covering his mouth with his finger. “ yeah but i’ve never snuck anyone in my room before.” you say nervously looking down at your jeans. “ hey hey it’s okay i don’t have to-” you look up. “ no no i want you too!” you blurt out, “ no i mean yeah of course just be really really quiet. like extremely extremely quiet.” you say grabbing your sketchbook and pencil case, eddie breaks down laughing at your nervousness. “ oh so you do want me there?” he says standing up crossing his hands. “ shut it.” you start running to the cafeteria door, “ i live in 2536 maple street! the house with the swings out front!” you yell waving at eddie smiling.

eddie nods waving back. he looks back down at the table and sees the ruined drawing, he smiles grabbing it and gently folding it putting it in his pocket. he ran back to his table and quickly sat down, everybody was staring at him. “ what was that?” dustin says. “ what was what?” eddie says looking at dustin. “ you talking to y/n?” dustin says raising an eyebrow. “ what about it?” he asks. “ nothing nothing.” dustin throws his hands up in defeat. he couldn’t bring up the fact that, that little interaction was the happiest he’d seen eddie.

at home

you were laying in bed reading a book and listening to the smiths. you quickly close your book and turn around to see eddie banging on your window. you stand up and run to the window opening it. “ h-help me out.” he groans, you grab his hand pulling him in. he falls. you laugh covering your mouth. he stands up and takes a deep breath in, “ see told you very quiet.” he says looking back at you. “ yeah very quiet it’s very fascinating.” you giggle. “ soo this is your room..the smiths? really?” he says crossing his hands walking around your room.

“ yes the smiths! i don’t listen to matellica and the black sabbaths eddie.” you say sitting on your bed, “ yeah i mean clearly.” he whispers. you throw a pillow at him, “ what do you mean ‘clearly’?” you say using air quotations. eddie smiles, “ i mean look at you, your like the most gentle person i’ve ever seen. you have this soft aura and energy you know.” he says sitting down on your bed, on the edge. “ what about me? is it obvious that i listen to heavy metal?” he says looking at you raising an eyebrow. you laugh again. god your laugh is so angelic

“ are you seriously asking me that? i mean look at you! you have like the coolest hair in the world, and like you have those really pretty tattoos.” you say pointing at his tattoos. pretty? pretty? you think his tattoos are pretty? his heart just exploded.

he turns around feeling his face heat up, he coughs. “ so uhm the art thing!” he says trying to change the subject. “ oh yeah hold on.” you say standing up walking to your desk grabbing a sketch pad and your pencil case. “ here.” you hand him a pencil. he grabs the pencil and smiles, you open your sketch pad. you lay down flat on your stomach with your sketch pad infront of you. eddie repositions himself so he’s fully on the bed sitting infront of the sketch pad. you two begin to draw.

you cover your face trying to hide your giggles, eddie looks at you then back at the drawing and starts laughing. “ d-do you want me to help you?” you ask through giggles. “ first of all i’m offended and yes i actually do need help i don’t know how to do this.” he says laughing. you sit up and scoot next to him. “ okay so uh, here hold onto my hand.” you say.

you gave him butterflies, so so so so many butterflies it’s crazy.

eddie wraps his hand on yours gripping the pencil, “ okay now we are gonna draw gently.” you say dragging the pencil across the paper. his hands were sweaty and shaky but you didn’t care. you liked having his hand on you. it made you feel…safe and warm? oh god..

“ perfect!” you say looking at the drawing before laughing, eddie shook his head looking down at the paper. he wasn’t paying attention to the drawing, he was looking at you the entire time. admiring your wide profile, how pretty you were. he was mad himself for noticing you. you were so so dang beautiful.

“ that looks horrible.” he says. “ it’s not horrible it’s definitely something though!” you say trying to catch your breath. you let go of the pencil and eddie quickly wipes his hand on his pants trying to get rid of the sweat. you rip the drawing from the sketch pad and grab tape, you rip a piece of tape and tape the drawing on your wall. “ perfect!” you exclaim clapping gently. eddie smiles, you jump on the bed and sit down. you grab your markers and grab eddie’s hand. “ can i color in your tattoos?” you ask shyly.

“ yes yes yes of course!” he blurts. you smile grabbing his hand placing it on your lap. you roll up his sleeve and start colouring in his tattoos, eddie was going crazy. in the inside of course. he hoped you couldn’t be able to hear his heart beating, cuz it was literally going crazy. like batshit crazy. he bites his lower lip unable to contain his smile. “ look this is bob.” you say pointing at the dog you drew. “ oh no way that’s sick!” he exclaims out loud. you immediately put your finger on his lips, “ shh quietly.” you whisper. eddie looks down at your finger and nods gently, “ bob looks really cool.” he whispers, he grabs your finger. you two stare at each other

he slowly places your hand on his chest. “ this-this isn’t normal..” he whispers still staring at you. you drop the marker still looking at him. “ why does my heart keep pounding y/n..” he whispers gently tightening the grip on your hand. “ i-i don’t know eddie..” you whisper. “ i don’t know what’s happening to me. i don’t know what you keep doing to me y/n but it’s driving my crazy.” he whispers letting go of your hand.

“ go!” you say. “ w-what?” eddie says confused. “ go go go eddie go!” you say grabbing his hand rushing him to the window. “ i don’t understand what’s happening?” he says tilting his head to the side. “ my dad is coming i can hear his footsteps!” you quickly open the window. “ go go go eddie he’ll kill me!” you say again. “ fuck fuck okay!” he says going through the window. “ hold on!” you grab onto his hand. you look back at the door then back at eddie. you lower yourself and kiss his cheek. “ okay go go go!” you giggle. eddie stares at you dumbfounded. “ eddie!” you yell as you hear the door opening. “ fuck sorry! love you- i mean no i don’t no i do okay bye!” he yells jumping. he falls on his ass making you laugh, “ i’m good i’m good!” he throws his thumbs up before quickly standing up dusting his ass off. he quickly runs off.

you laugh watching him run, “ bye l/n! see you tomorrow!” he yells from across the street. you wave back smiling. your door opens and you immediately turn around, it’s your dad. “ sweetie lower the music please.” he says. you quickly shut the window close. “ yeah yeah of course dad love you.” you say covering the window. “ alright.” he closes the door.

you jump on your bed grabbing a pillow screaming into it, your legs kicking the air.

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bingbongsupremacy · 4 months

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Jacket

Warnings: Use of Y/N. I just wanted to let you guys know that in this fic the reader can fit in his jacket. I don't describe if they fit comfortably or if the jacket is tight on them, I made it up to the reader's mind so that everyone can feel included in the story.

Summary : The night Chrissy went over to Eddie's trailer, you went to. I mean, you weren't going to let Chrissy just go to a strangers house without back up. Unfortunately, when things go wrong, you end up on the same wanted poster as Eddie. Together, you're forced to run away.

Eddie didn't get held back in this. He and reader are both the same age.

*Not Proof Read*

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" What the fuck? What the actual fuck! What the fuck! " Panic courses through my veins. I begin to pace around the Munson trailer, my eyes planted on the girl only inches away from me. " Oh my god, Chrissy! "

It happened so fast. One moment Chrissy was talking to Eddie, the next she fucking flew into the air.

The horrible sounds of her bones cracking echo in my mind. I almost don't here Eddie's voice.

" What do we do? Shit, what the fuck do we do? You saw that, right? "

I manage to tear my eyes away from Chrissy. Eddie has distanced himself from the two of us. Like me, he paces near his door. A ring clad hand is anxiously running through his hair, panic flooding his face.

" We're fucked. " I whisper.

Chrissy and I had known each other since grade school. Our friendships was one of the longest I've ever had.

Part of me wants to grieve, to cry and scream and freak the fuck out. The other part is scared. What the fuck happened to Chrissy and is it going to happen to us?

" We have to call the cops. " I turn in the direction of Eddie's landline.

Eddie rushes to stop me. " We can't! We can't call anyone. Fuck, do you see how she looks? That doesn't-that doesn't just happen naturally. " His voice is filled with worry. " We'll get pinned for whatever the fuck happened here. "

" But we didn't do anything wrong! " I protest. " Maybe they can help us! Maybe they can figure out what killed her... "

Eddie shakes his head, and lets out a frustrated laugh. " Do you seriously think they'll believe us? A metal head freak who happens to run a club called 'Hellfire' and a quiet loner who's stuck in the shadow of Chrissy Cunningham. No, they're going to assume the worst, trust me. We don't have a chance if we go to them. "

His words hurt, although they are true. Everything I do, Chrissy was able to do ten times better and ten times prettier.

" Well what do you suggest we do? We can't just stay here! I don't know how much longer I can look at her anymore, god it's so awful. " I put my hand over my mouth, trying my best not to puke at the sight.

Eddie thinks. " We need to leave. I-I think I know a place. " He rushes towards the back of the trailer, towards his room. Within seconds he's back with his signature jacket and small backpack. He hurries out of the trailer with me quickly following behind.

" Where are we going? " I do my best to keep up with his brisk pace. We quickly pass his van. " Why can't week take a car? "

" Because they'll find us! " Eddie says, frustration clearly in his tone. " We're going to my dealers' house. Our cars'll give us away if we take them. We just have to stick to the woods. We can make it in an hour or two. "

I stay quiet not wanting to upset him even further.

This is going to be a long night.

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I'm really regretting not bringing a jacket or wearing comfortable shoes. It has to have been an hour. It has to.

I don't know for sure. All I know is my feet are killing me and my my fingers are pink from the cool nights' breeze.

It's been silent the entire walk. Both of us wrapped into our heads about what just happened. I want to go home. I want everything to just be okay. I want to wake up and find out this is all just some horrible dream. I want Chrissy to be alive.

" Y/N! " Eddie's voice hisses.

I let out a small gasp when Eddie suddenly yanks me towards him. He holds me tightly behind one of the nearby trees as a loud truck passes on the road.

His body is warm, bringing a small amount of comfort to my freezing frame. His grip doesn't falter until after the truck passes, a sigh of relief passing his lips. " They almost saw us. " His tone is slightly frustrated. He steps to the side to create some distance and I immediately miss his warmth.

" Sorry, I...I was thinking about Chrissy. " I murmur, hugging my arms to my chest.

Eddie shrugs off his jacket, extending his hand towards me. " Here, you're fucking freezing. "

I look at him in surprise. " What? Are you sure? Won't you be cold? "

" I'd prefer if you were alive, and right now, you're cold to the point I think you might die of hypothermia soon. "

" Thanks. " I mutter, accepting his jacket. As soon as I put it on, I begin to feel slightly better. I shove my hands into my pockets, quickly following Eddie out of the woods.

It's creepy in there.

Guilt fills my mind as I watch Eddie walk. His signature black and white hellfire shirt blows softly in the wind but he doesn't seem to be affected. At least he doesn't show it

" Here we are. Our new temporary home. " Eddie leads me towards a house.

" Are you sure we can be here? I think the owners might be asleep. " My anxiety begins to rise. What if his dealer turns us in?

Eddie chuckles. " Reefer Ricks' been in jail for the past two months and he definitely isn't coming out any time soon. I'm sure he won't mind us crashing for a few weeks. "

Unconvinced, I watch as Eddie lifts up the dealers' door mat. He picks up a small key that glimmers in the moonlight.

" That doesn't seem like a smart place to keep your spare key, especially for a dealer. "

Eddie unlocks the front door, letting me inside. " Well, there's a reason he got caught. "

We shuffle around the dark house, making sure to leave the lights off in case any of the nearby homes spot us.

We make our way upstairs when I remember I'm still wearing Eddie's jacket.

" Oh here, I almost forgot. " I begin to take his coat off.

Eddie shakes his head. " You can wear it tonight if you want. It's still pretty cold in here. I don't mind. "

He's not wrong. The house is old and almost every window has gaps where cold air is let in.

Eddie's sweet. I hadn't ever really met him before tonight. I didn't expect him to be so...kind.

" Thank, Eddie. "

I don't know what's going to happen to us in the future, but I'm glad I'm in this with Eddie.

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roadkill-writes · 5 months

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Princess Part 2

Not my gif please give credit to @suledins

This is the second part of Princess could technically be read as it’s own fic!

Word count: 5.4k

Warnings: Drug use (weed even though I don’t count it as a drug) it is a heavily mentioned, a nod at Chrissy’s ED (again I don’t condone it but I know it’s a trigger to some, Broken family (adultery, mother cheating), No use of (y/n), Swear words. Afab!reader

Please let me know if there is anything that I may have missed, as well at this is very vaguely proofed. In no way shape or form do I give permission for anyone to republish or repost my work on other sites without my consent and full credit given.

This morning was no different than yesterday. Your alarm goes off at five and yet you lay in bed for another five minutes before rolling over to let your feet hit the soft shag purple carpet you begged your parents to put in. You shuffle around your room for another ten minutes trying to collect the things you need for a hot shower like a towel.

And then you pad down the hall to the bathroom attempting not to wake your dad. The cold metal knobs of the shower shock you ever time, twisting the hot water on and then the cold just enough to your liking. Slowing peel your silk pajamas off and step into the water letting the warmth wake you to your fullest.

Rinsing the last of the soap off your body you twist the knobs off and tear back the curtain the cold air always seemed to help wake you up. Pulling the towel for the rack you wrap it around your body before reaching for the towel for you hair. Stepping onto the plush bath mat you dry your feet before opening the door and making your way back into your bedroom. Locking the door and grabbing a Metallica record out of your collect before turning up the volume just low enough to hear through the door.

Putting your cheer uniform on for the day, drying and doing your hair promptly with your cheer bow, and applying makeup. By now your dad’s usually awake you can hear him making his way down stairs but just before he does he stops out side of your door telling you he’s making coffee if you’d like some. Most days you decline but on days like today where you felt like you really needed it you tell him thank you and that you’d be down in a few minutes.

Onto the next step of your daily routine, your knees firmly planted onto your plush purple carpet as you dig under your bed for your metal lunch box. The one one dawned in Smokey the bear telling you that ‘Only you can prevent forest fires’ quite ironic actually, your dad thinks you pack your lunch in it. But in reality you keep your weed stash tucked away, it hidden just behind an old shoe box under your bed. Grabbing ahold on the clanky handle you retrieve it and make your way over to your desk to pre roll a few.

This wasn’t routine, you’re running low on weed. And after learning yesterday that you’ve been getting ripped off by Jeremy McCoy you weren’t the happiest camper. “For fucks sake.” You mutter, not wanting to alert your dad of your dismay or your ‘stress relief’ stash.

You rolled what you could with what you had left, like four. Slamming the lid of the lunch box closed and swiftly locking the latches before tossing it into your awaiting book bag by your feet. Zipping that closed as well before tossing a strap over your shoulder, shutting your record player off and checking your makeup one last time before heading downstairs.

You dad sat at the head of the table morning paper between his hands covering his face from view. A hot cup of coffee steaming on the table in front of him, he leaned the paper forward just enough to view you as you walked in.

”Good morning, sweetheart. Your cups sitting on the island just the way ya like it. And your allowance is there as well.” He smiles before lifting the paper back up to continue where he left off.

“Thanks dad.” You had the smallest of smiles on your face.

You haven’t had the best relationship since your mom moved out a few months ago, but you both tried to make it work. Never getting in each others way within the house and keeping conversations to a minimum almost like roommates in an odd way. More times than not he was normally out the door before you would leave for school, always just leaving your allowance on the counter.

You took a few large sips of your coffee until you glanced over at the clock above the stove, realizing that it was now almost 7 and you’d have to leave soon. Grabbing the cash of the counter top needing to put it in your coin purse.

“Dad? Have you seen my keys?” You asked from the hallway.

“They should be either hanging up by the door or in the bowl in the hallway.

Another daily thing, not remembering where you put your keys. Even though the night before you would have sworn you had hung them up or thrown them on the kitchen counter for the morning retrieval.

”Found ‘em! Also don’t wait up for me I’ve got a game after school.” Hand on the front door knob twisting it before pulling it open.

”Wasn’t planning on it gotta stay late at work.”

Your dad did work as a lawyer stayed late most nights but he brought enough money in to never have to worry so you never really minded. You nodded your head even though you knew he wasn’t even paying attention to you as you closed the door behind you.

Tossing your bag in the passenger seat as you closed the door, car coming alive with the turn of a key. Deciding to change your Kate Bush cassette out for one of the ones hidden under your passenger seat, todays blind choice was - you looked at the label - Slayer’s new album Show No Mercy. Tossing Kate bush onto your passenger seat for quick retrieval for when you pulled into the school parking lot.

You’d be caught dead if any of your friends knew what kind of music you listened to. Would totally ruin your cheerleader reputation and your spot as cheer captain with the way some of the girls on the team have been acting as of recently. Some of them knew of your light work with weed but in their eyes it was only at parties and you would like it to stay that way.

The drive to school was never terrible humming along to whatever music you decided to play that day got you into a good mood. The still warm late summer breeze blowing through your open windows was also a plus to your morning commute.

The school parking lot was hustling and bustling as it always did approaching first period, ejecting the slayer cassette before grabbing the one you had tossed onto your passenger seat and inserting it as you drove into the parking lot. Slayer then got tossed onto the floor for you to shove under the seat later. Finding an open parking spot was easier said than done especially since you ended up running a few minutes behind this morning.

Thankfully finding one on the far end, un thankfully next to a ratty two-tone beat up looking van. Eddie Munsons van. The same van he just happened to be sitting in right now. With the car in park, you leaned over into your passenger seat to grab the cassette up from the floor and tuck it back into its hiding spot under the seat. You could hear the bell ring in the process signaling the start of first period, which also now meant that you were late.

Which also means that Eddie was late and you could catch him before while no one was around to see. Plucking the keys from the ignition and you bag from the passenger seat you climbed out of your car closing the door behind you. Eddie paid you no mind as you looked at him through the passenger window so you decided to give it a small knock with your knuckle.

Eddie paid you no mind as the loud music played around him as he rolled a joint. Taking matters into your own hands you opened the door and climbed in slamming the door in the process. Immediately reaching for the radio to turn the loud volume down.

”Eddie! For Christ sake first bell already rang and I’ve been knocking on the window.”

“Jeez princess, sure you wanna get caught in the Shaggin Wagon?”

You roll your eyes with a huff, “The only shag in here is the carpet on the floor. But seriously I need to ask you something.”

”No.” He stared with a blank expression as he continued to roll his joint.

”Huh? You don’t even know what I was going to ask you.” You sat bewildered.

“As much a banging a cheerleader is top priority on my list it’s not gonna happen.”

You let out a scoff, “Ugh as if! I was gonna ask for weed but at this point I’d rather be over paying from McCoy.” You had pulled the handle to open the door it released with a click. Hopping out and slamming the door before Eddie could even plead his case. Stomping your way across the courtyard and into the school.

Classes have gone and went, thankfully your first period teacher didn’t mark you absent for the day since you were late. But now was on to lunch, making a short stop at your locker with a few of the other cheerleaders to drop off some books you made your way into the cafeteria.

Standing in line you all got your food and made your way to your designated table with all the other girls. You sat across from Chrissy and next to Madeline two of your favorite underclass men. Madeline was a girl of average height, with brown hair that fell just past her shoulders in perfect curls when she didn’t have it pulled back into a pony tail. She was a quite bubbly girl along side Chrissy. Chrissy has a personality just as bright as her blonde hair, a little ball of sunshine as you will. Both girls were a year below you but when they had tried out for the cheer team their freshman year you all just clicked, inviting them to parties and sleepovers and driving them around in your car on occasions, even going to the mall regularly when it was still open. You wouldn’t trade these girls for the world, you quite literally took them under your wing.

“Hello girls! Did ya miss me all day?” You smiled while getting situated at the table next to Madeline.

They both let out giggles. “Of course we did,” Chrissy said she picked around at her french fries never actually eating any of them.

“We missed you at practice yesterday, what happened?” Glancing up from your tray at Madeline’s question.

“Oh Mads I meant to call you last night and explain. Had really bad cramps, barely made it home.” Both girls nodded in understanding, it wasn’t uncommon for some of the girls to sit out or not show if nature called.

Chrissy light up with a smile, “Well hey at least you’re feeling better today. Especially since we have the game tonight.” You nodded your head at you dipped a French fry into your ketchup before eating it.

A hand slid its way onto your shoulder not thinking anything of it. “There’s my little lady.” A sultry voice came from behind you.

”Jeremy, I’m not your lady. And I don’t know how many more times I have to tell you this.” You swiped his hand off your shoulder not even having to look behind you to know who it was.

Looking down as you pushed your french fries around with your manicured finger. “No, but you could be if you’d go out with me this Friday.” Both of his hands now resting on your shoulders giving them a little squeeze as he gently rocked you back and forth.

You happen to look up and meet the eyes of none other than Eddie across a few tables, not even paying attention to his friends around him in conversation, a look on his face that you couldn’t read but you got an idea. Turning your head to look up at Jeremy. “Actually, you know what Jeremy. I will go out with you this Friday.” A bright smile written across your features, scrunching up your nose in a cute manner.

At that moment in time Jeremy McCoy looked as if he just won the lottery, eyes wide and fist pumping in the air. He just about ran his way over to the other basketball players to rejoice. Getting high fives and chest bumps from the other jocks. “Fuck yeah she said yes!” Turning your head back to look at Eddie, you smirked. Two could play this game.

Lunch finished up by now you and all the girls got up to throw whatever was left in to the trash, said your goodbyes and headed off to your lockers before your next classes. By the time you made your way to your locker there was a freshman standing waiting for you looking to be out of breathe and just slightly sweaty. He looked like one of the boys that were sat at the table with Eddie.

You pretended not to notice him as you began twisting the dial of your lock to put in the combination. He cleared his throat trying to get you to acknowledge him. “I’m sorry can I help you with something are you lost?” Looking him in the eyes.

He felt tense under your gaze. “Uh oh no! I’m not lost.”

You opened your locker and began grabbing the books you needed for your next classes. “Then what do you want?” You asked blankly. “Uh Ed, Eddie wanted me to give you this.” He stuttered as he stuck his hand out a note grasped in his fingers. You’re reached out to grab it your fingers grazing his unknowingly you could almost see him shriver at the touch. Taking the note and before you even got it fully in your grasp the boy turned and sped off down the long crowded hallway. You didn’t have time to read it now as the bell began to ring signaling to get to class, so you just finished grabbing your books and headed off to class.

Taking your seat in chemistry you placed your books on your desk and your bookbag on the ground next to the legs of your chair. You had a few minutes before Mrs.Humphrey started classes so you opened the note.

Meet me at the picnic table after your stupid game

-E

You couldn’t help but slightly chuckle, you were 0-1 already. He was wrapped around your finger already and you’ve barely even started.

Classes were rearing to an end as the final bell was set to go off and kids were waiting to rush to the gymnasium for the start of the basketball game. You met up with Madeline and Chrissy at your locker after the final bell rang, you had about thirty minutes before the game and cheer routine was set to start but you had forgotten your pompoms in your car.

You dug your keys out of your book bag before closing your locker. “I left my poms in my car I’ll meet you guys in the gym.” Looking over your shoulder.

Both girls let out an ‘alright’ as they went to walk off down the hall through the sea of students. Pushing your way through the large heavy front doors or the school you made your way across the asphalt to your cherry red car shining beautifully in the sun. Climbing into the leather seat to try and relax for a moment. To no avail you couldn’t relax not without a pre roll, but there’s no way you could go in there smelling like reefer ricks place not with most of the student body in attendance tonight. So you slugged your way out of the seat to pop the hatch of your car to retrieve the things you came looking for in the first place.

You could feel the vibration of everyone in the bleachers before you made your way into the gymnasium, b-lining right for the cheerleader section front and center on the bottom two rows of bleachers. You caught the eye of Buckley up in the band section, you smiled and waved well more of like shook your pompom at her before you took your seat next to Evelyn the current cheer captain. Robin was a nice girl, you had a few classes with her, even did a few class projects together. Even running into her at Scoops Ahoy! back when StarCourt Mall was up and running before the fire. She’s a bit awkward in a blurted stuff out kinda way but a sweet girl non the less some might even say a friend.

“Robin was that-“ Robin cut Steve off before he got the chance to finish his sentence.

”Yes Steve, yes it was.” Steve had a ‘tell me everything’ look on his face.

”She was my partner in English and biology once. Nothing crazy.” Robin gave a crooked smile.

”Nothing crazy Robin? The soon to be cheer captain stopping to smile and wave at you before a big game!” Robins shoulder jumped to her ears.

“Steve shush!” She tried to get him to lower his voice so attention wasn’t drawn to them both.

The loud voice of the principal was heard over the microphone interrupting their conversation. “Welcome students and faculty to the Hawkins Tigers basketball game!” He paused as the loud rawr of applause rang out through the gym, sending vibrations through out the floor and walls. The cheer team stomping their feet and ruffling their pom poms together with bright smile on their faces. “Go Tigers! Woo!”

The principal continued, “If you’d all stand and take your hats off for the National anthem!”

You and the rest of the cheer team stood before turning around to place your poms on the bleachers where each of you were sat. Placing a hand over your heart as a girl who looked like a muppet sang the national anthem very poorly if you might add.

She finished the song and you couldn't help but wince at her screeching voice. Turning back around for your Pom poms quickly you and the rest again stomped your feet as loud as you all could and ruffled your poms together.

During half time was the girls time to shine. Doing the dance routine just like you’ve all been practicing for weeks. Hearts thumping, girls jumping and flipping all over the court. Pom Poms ruffling, the team shouting chants. You finished off the routine with doing a full gymnastic routine you’ve been working extremely hard on, a front handspring, step out, round off back handspring, step out, round off back handspring, full twisted layout.

Your landing places you directly in the middle of the gym floor, flipping your hair back with your head raised high a giant smile on your face. Everyone hooted and hollered with a round of applause for your excellent performance. Retrieving your pompoms off the floor rushing back over towards the bleachers. Looking up into the crowed to wave at Robin again before the band started to play, catching the look of Steve “The King” Harrington standing next to her the biggest grin on his face as he looks down at you and waves.

You and Steve had your fair share of run ins even though he graduated last year. Being paired for beer pong a few times at his infamous party’s or even running into him and Robin every now and again at Family Video when the newest movies that you’re dying to see come out. No one would exactly call your relationship together as being friends more of acquaintances if that at all.

You grabbed a water bottle off of your coach before returning to your place in the bleachers the game clock slowly ticking down to the eventual ending. The loud buzzers erupted and cheers echoed through the crowd as you looked to see that Lucas Sinclair had scored the winning basket. The team enveloped Lucas in hugs and shouts of success, the entire student body clapped and yelling loudly as the opposing team bowed their heads in defeat.

After everyone said congratulations and their goodbyes you bobbed and weaved through the large crowd on the floor attempting to find at least one of the cheerleaders to give thank you’s and to wish them a good night but large bodies bumped you in every direction until you got pushed into someone. Turning your body to apologize dread written across your face, “Oh my I am so sorry!”

“Oh no you’re totally fine! Was completely my fault.” A girlish awkward voice sounded off.

“Robin, seriously if there’s anything I can make up for it?” You attempted to plead your case once you realized who it was. “When do you work next I can stop in and bring you and Steve lunch?”

”You don’t have to do that just making sure a pretty girl doesn’t fall. Lik- like in a friendly manner of course. The cheer team would have my head if you got hurt on my watch.” You noticed her trumpet clasped tightly in her hands, her awkwardly babbling out apologies.

“Well I greatly appreciate it Robin. Seriously though maybe we could have a girls day actually get to hang out instead of running into eachother.” You kicked the toe of your shoe off the linoleum flooring.

The crowd still was buzzing around you both until realization set in. “Oh fuck! Sorry but I’m late for something.” You turned to start walking away. “If you see Madeline ask her for my number!” You yelled off behind you Robin just nodded her head as a yeah of saying okay.

”Holy shit.” Robin muttered in awe as she stared after your form pushing and ducking under people’s arms to get through the crowd.

You had safely maneuvered through through the thick crowd and had made it to your locker unscathed, thankfully. Retrieving your book bag you made your way out into the parking lot watching people get into their cars and leaving. You pulled your special lunch box out before tossing your book bag and Pom poms into the passenger seat and slamming the door. You checked over your shoulder before making the trek over to the forest line to the dirt path you know like the back of your hand. This was the perfect time to light one up right after the first winning basket ball game of the season. Pausing on the path you unlatched the box balancing it on your forearm as you grabbed out what you needed and a lighter before flicking open your zippo letting the tip burn bright red before snapping the zippo closed and locking up the box. Holding it back down at your side the cold metal brushed up against your leg as you took slow antagonizing steps.

Eddie almost thought you weren’t going to show, maybe that you had gone off with the two friends of yours or maybe even to a party because who knows what you popular people do. Maybe you didn’t care that McCoy was over charging you, or maybe not even charging you at all after the show he put on at lunch. Maybe you and your friends were at your house having a sleepover, the one you talk about boys and wear little skimpy pajamas and have sexy pillow fights and playing truth or dare where you all end up kissing. God would Eddie love to watch that. Hell he’d be drooling and begging in his knees for front row tickets if you’d let him. No no, she thinks he’s a major creep, number one clown at the fun house circus. Down at capital loser, population one. So much to his surprise you sauntered out from behind the bushes blocking the end of the dirty path almost tripping over a stick that definitely wasn’t there yesterday.

You may or may not have ended up walking super dooper slow so you’d be able to savor your three out of four joints. Pausing a few times to giggle at the trees or missing your step over some loose rocks on the trail. Your eyes locked with Eddie’s, and all of a sudden you could feel your blood pumping the thumping of your heart. But that’s normally how you feel when you get higher than Willie Nelson, and that alone made you giggle just thinking about it. Eddie looked at you confused when you began laughing softly as you made your slow venture over to the table to sit down.

“You look like you’ve been having fun.” Eddie motioned towards you.

“Can’t believe you had a child hand deliver me a note.” You said in an almost matter of fact tone.

”Well hey it worked didn’t it?” He fiddled with one of his bracelets on his wrist.

”Yeah I guess it did. So’d you call me out her to apologize for this morning or are you still thinking with your other head?” Eddie laughed at your question as he shook his head yes.

”Maybe I am, would you like to find out?”

His joking tone helped ease the tension between the two of you. Cleared the air if you will.

“Well I’m waiting Munson.” You laughed. “ I wanna hear you say it.”

”And what are you waiting to to hear.” Confused was all Eddie could muster in his head.

”Say the magic word.” You waved your hands around as if to help him conjure the words.

”Magi- Oh!” It was as if a lightbulb went off above his head. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head with a smile. “ Nope.” You said while popping the p to add emphasis on the word. Again confusion washed across his face as he tried to rack his brain in what exactly you could be attempting to get him to say. He said he was sorry what more could you want him to say?

”Alright, princess I’m sorry.” He felt a blush rush up his neck and across his cheeks ending at the tip of his ears, he couldn’t have been more grateful that his hair is covering them completely.

”Bingo!” You said loudly into the air. “Now was that so hard to say?”

He shook his head, his hair brushing his shoulders. “No, I guess not. But are you gonna help me smoke this or what.” He pulled out a joint from his lunch box and held it in front of you ready for the taking.

You and Eddie lit up and passed it back and forth in conversation, he brought up what happened during lunch and you explained how McCoy had asked you out on a date Friday and Eddie couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his stomach. You had asked about your mom and how she’s been doing, as you haven’t gotten the heart to go visit her yourself. Not after what happened at least, you couldn’t barely stay on the line when she called the house and you inevitably answered the phone thinking that it was one of your friends. Immediately hanging the phone up once she started talking, and you knew it was wrong but so is what she did. You had opened up to Eddie more about your mom tonight than you ever have even to your dad, you had came clean about how she cheated and how you were the one to catch her and how she was doing it for years before anyone had found out. And about how you were the one to eventually tell your dad after the guilt started to eat at you after the first few days of holding that massive secret; and you would never begin to comprehend on why she had done it after she had gotten everything handed to her from your father everything from cars to vacations to extravagant dinners out in Indianapolis.

By now you and Eddie were lounged across the top of the table shoulder to shoulder with both of your feet propped up in the bench seat, looking up at the sky. Laid there in silence just enjoying the comfortable company from one another hearing one another’s breathe in the night’s air, the leather from his jacket brushing up on your arm it making you shiver slightly with how cool it was to the touch. Turning your head to gaze at him fully taking in his features, the slight freckles dusting his face and the way his curls fall. Not realizing you had been just laying there staring at him until you caught his eye and he smiled, the dimples that so wonderfully graced his cheeks, they were adorable.

”Whatcha looking at princess?” His eyes scanned your face for a moment before his gazed landed on your lips. Still a slight shine on them from the lipgloss you had on earlier that you had wiped off before you started smoking together. Even though Eddie had told you that you didn’t have to he didn’t mind it, you did it out of common courtesy.

”Just trying to figure out why I’ve hated you for so long.” Eddie of course laughed out loud at that one. His shoulders shaking from it as he clutched his stomach. His laughter was contagious enough that you had started laughing along with him, although it might have just been the weed making everything so funny to you both. You both had been laying there what felt like hours laughing on and off sharing funny stories until you had both finally calmed down heads turned facing each other, noses almost touching as his breathe fanned your face. You stared into each others eyes before you had glanced down at his lips. You felt as if it was the right thing to do in the moment so you went for it, your hand rested on his cheek as you leaned in the rest of the way as your soft lips landed on his. You didn’t stay there long pulling away after a few seconds went by you opened your eyes to see Eddie’s wide in you didn’t actually know what emotion. You sat up quickly and collected whatever was on the table of yours before throwing it into your lunch box and locked it up tight. Hopping off of the table your sneakers connected with the grass with a small thump.

“Fuck I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. ” Was all you said before you ran away back to your car, Eddie was too shocked to speak to even mutter a word. He sat up and tried to stop you but nothing came out of his mouth, he couldn’t move. Short time had passed where he just sat there before he put his face in his hands and sighed.

“Way to go Eddie.” He muttered into his hands.

As quickly as you pulled into your driveway was just as quick as you got into the house and up to your room, your dad still wasn’t home as you hadn’t seen his car in the driveway when you pulled in. You had kicked your shoes off before flopping onto your bed face into the pillow and let out a small scream kicking your feet into your mattress. “Why in the fuck did you do that!” You screamed into your pillow.

The sound of the phone on your nightstand dragged you out of your pillow, your stomach sunk thinking about what you and Eddie had talked about earlier that night, what if it was your mom? Would you stay on the line would you have anything to say to her? After the thrift ring you picked it up, holding it against your ear you waited for her voice but it didn’t come. This was someone else, was it Eddie? No you don’t remember ever giving it to him. Oh, maybe it was Robin, you had told her to get it from Madeline if she happened to see her.

“He-hello?” You said quietly into the phone but all you could hear was weird static, maybe almost a dinging noise, kind of like an old clock. The ones you would find an old house like your grandma’s house. What really out you on edge is when the dinging started to gradually grow louder. You slammed the phone down on the receiver, and took a large breath to try and calm the nerves that creepy sound just gave you.

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euph0riafilms · 9 months

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Ghostface! Eddie Munson x Final Girl! Reader

"Please don't kill me, Mrs ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!"

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sakannaz · 2 years

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Hypnotizing

People thought you were crazy, crazy of thinking some weird stuff was going on in Hawkins, nobody believed you, Steve was the only person who knew what was going on. Eddie and Steve lied to you, and you would probably be the cause of your death.

Warning(s): None!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader x Eddie Munson.

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐: @violet-memoria

Part 2 here!

“JESUS H. CHRIST!” Eddie yelled, you looked around, eyes widening at the fact you were actually in the upside-down, you couldn’t believe this. After all the people who kept bullying you and saying none of this was true and just a hoax, but you were right.

You weren’t crazy. You felt a tear run down your eye, “So- I was right? I was actually right?!” You said, Nancy glanced over you, worry evident in her eyes, she knew by the time You came to your senses, “This is— I- what-? Hold wait…” you mumbled into your hands, Eddie placed his hand on your shoulder but you slapped it away, “No, no, no, don’t touch me.” Your hair sticking to your face, Steve immediately turned to you, his eyes widen.

“Woah, (Y/N) you okay?” He asked, you turned to him with a glare, “No, don’t ask me that shit. You knew about this, didn’t you? And you sat there and lied to my face.” The watch on your wrist was beeping furiously, “(Y/N)…” Robin trailed off, you then turned to Eddie with a glare.

“And you, why didn’t you tell me about Chrissy’s death? I could’ve looked into that,” he looked away, the both of them didn’t wanna worry you, but they only seemed to make things worse.

“Oh, wow, so you both were in on this tangle of lies and shit, huh?” You said with a glare, Eddie and Steve shared a look before looking away.

“D-Do you know how many times I’ve been bullied? How many times I got abused because of this? No one believing me? Huh?” Steve had a sad look in his eye, Nancy and Robin decided to let the three of you talk alone.

“You’ve been distant from us for awhile now (Y/N). You’ve been stressing yourself out with trying to figure out what’s happening in the upside-down..” you scoffed.

“DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES PEOPLE HAVE KICKED ME DOWN AND- AND CALLED ME A LIAR?”

“But I-“

“NO, NO YOU DON’T.” You said, You sighed and fell to your Knees, sobbing into your hand, you felt someone wrap their arms around them but you quickly pushed them off you.

“Don’t touch me! I just- I just need to be alone.” Steve turned to you, “What? No, That’s to dangerous (Y/N).” You didn’t reply and ran into the woods, “(Y/N)!” Nancy yelled, “Sweetheart, come back!” Eddie yelled, you ran farther into the woods.

Do you have fun being alone (Y/N)?

There goes that voice again, but you didn’t answer, you kept running, you could’ve swore you felt someone looking at you, “Not again…” you mumbled before falling to the ground and into some water.

“Shit!” You hissed in pain when you felt a stinging pain in your back, “O-Ouch..” you mumbled and took whatever was stuck inside your back, it hurt for a moment before you fully took it off, then you heard a loud screech in the distance.

It was a bat? Or something like that?

It wrapped its tail around your throat and it squeezed its tail tighter around your neck, suffocating you.

Then there was another tail that wrapped around both your legs and then there was your arms.

It wouldn’t matter if you died because you were feeling overwhelmed, maybe you would regret this but..right now you didn’t feel like living. But you can’t just let that take over your mind.

You enjoy death. Don’t you?

“W-What?” You mumbled before the tail wrapped tighter around your throat, then you felt yourself being dragged by a bunch of bats, they were biting at your skin, you coughed up a bit of blood.

You were now in a house, the house looked pretty old, The bats dropped you to the ground making you grunt in pain.

“I have found you.” You gasped and saw a slimy-like creature looking down at you, it’s head tilted to the side, “You’re smart, aren’t you? You were able to find me. You’re friends weren’t. I know a lot more about you than you think (Y/N).” You backed away and looked at the creature that was now standing before you, it’s evil glare making you tremble.

“I am Vecna. And it’s time, time your suffering has end.” You didn’t know what to do, you weren’t able to do anything at the moment, you were afraid. If this thing knew so much about you then it’s willing to kill you now.

…and you were gonna accept it.

“okay…” you mumbled sadly, You felt his hand was placed on your head and you closed your eyes, accepting your fate.

“Goodbye, (Y/N).”

Then everything went dark.

…

“Fuck, we can’t find them!” Steve yelled, searching all around the woods for you, Robin pointed her flashlight to the ground, seeing that your watch was there, so that means you were close. But she had a gut feeling that something bad happened.

“Guys…” Robin called, showing them the watch, “I think-…I think..” she couldn’t even say the word, Nancy gasped and placed a hand over her mouth and looked away, tears cloudling her vision.

Steve and Eddie eyes widen, so you were gone? Just like that?

“You both think I’m crazy? Huh?” Eddie sighed, “We’ve been having the same argument for six days now (Y/N). Don’t you think it’s best if we don’t talk about it anymore? I mean- it’s kind of ruining our relationship.” You scoffed and looked over at Steve, “you know something about this. Don’t you?” He didn’t answer and instead looked away. You stormed out of the house and into the rain, you didn’t care if it was raining right now, all you cared about was getting to the bottom of this.

“You don’t think I’m crazy?” You said while looking at Dustin, he shook his head, “No, of course not. We all see some pretty crazy shit some days. But if you continue to see these things I think you should talk about it.” You sighed and looked away. “They think I’m crazy Dustin. Everyone in the school looks at me like I’m a virus, they think I’m unstable. Someone literally told me to go to an mental institution hospital or whatever they call it, maybe they’re right. Maybe something really is wrong with me.”

Part two? I mean, I tried on this.

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