hellooo! saw that you're accepting eddie munson requests and well i need more eddie angst, so can you pleaseee do one where reader has been hanging out with steve a lot just because she needs help planning for a surprise for eddie on their anniversary or something because it's near but eddie gets jealous and insecure and thinks that maybe steve is better for the reader to be with and just breaks up with them right before the day of their anniversary and when eddie finds out what reader has been planning, he's completely crushed and you can decide for the ending. thankyouu!!
eeeeeek!! this is my first eddie fic and hopefully it’s alright!! i actually really enjoyed writing this even though it took longer than i’d like to admit and also my requests are still open!! tysm for the request, i think i went on a bit of a like detour but maybe part 2? idk! 💞💞
To Mordor - Eddie Munson x Female Reader
Synopsis: You and Eddie’s anniversary is approaching, and you need Steve’s help to plan it. But when you’re seen spending too much time with him, how will Eddie deal with it?
Warnings: Angst, swearing, alcohol use.
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Your head rests heavily against Eddie's denim covered shoulder, his hair tickling your cheek as he looked down at you, credits rolling on the television. "What movie do you wanna put on next, Babe," he asks, running his fingers through your hair, "I think Poltergeist, I can one hundred percent guarantee that it would scare the shit out of you." He laughs, eyes creasing slightly at the sides.
As you sit up your hands wring together, "It's six thirty, Eddie," you murmur.
"So? We have loads of time to watch another, I can order us a pizz-"
"I'm meeting Steve at seven," You wince as you say it; this is the third time you've bailed on him this week. "I'm really sorry, Eddie, I promise this is the last time," You stumble as you get up, noticing the way his eyebrows knit together and his face seems to dim.
He diverts his gaze away from you, choosing to focus on his hand as he rolls the tv remove between his palms, "It's fine, just go."
You can tell it's not fine, his jaw clenching and the tears pooling in his eyes tell you enough.
"Baby," You whisper, the soft thud of you foot as you step tentatively towards him making his head whip up to look at you, "I love you, and I promise this is the last time I'll ever ditch you, okay?"
After a beat of silence, you reach out to hold his face, but he slaps your hand away - a gasp of shock coming from both of you.
A guilted look crosses his features briefly before he jumps up, strides to the door, and yanks it open, the sound of his rings clashing with the metal handle making you jolt.
"Go!" He repeats, jerking his arm at the exit, "And you might as well fuck Steve whilst you're there."
You rap your knuckles on the door, your face all different shades of red - the scarf wound around your neck doing nothing to fight the evening chill.
You go to bang your palm against the wood again, your hand falling shy, cutting through thin air as the door is flung open - revealing Steve, who looked unusually smug - even for him.
“Y/n!” He exclaimed, flinging his arms up in the form of some strange greeting. “Come in,” he prompts, guiding you in and pulling the door shut behind you, “wait upstairs real quick, I need to grab something.”
With that, he sped off, leaving you to find your own way upstairs; framed family portraits leering down at you from the walls as you pulled of your sneakers, grasping them as you headed towards the staircase.
Unravelling the scarf from your neck, you made your way up the stairs, pushing the already ajar door open with your hip.
You'd finally gotten comfy on his bed, back leaning against the wall, when he stepped into the room, one hand hidden behind his back. "Guess what I managed to find."
"A miracle, I hope,"
"No, two Black Sabbath tickets actually," he replies, revealing to tickets which he proceeds to wave around before pausing, "Hang on- a miracle? Why would you need one of those?"
"Eddie, he- you falter, chewing on the inside of your cheek, "He thinks I'm cheating with you and and I'm not! But it's not like I can just explain it to him is it? Our anniversary is in two days - it would ruin the surprise!"
Steve falls silent, his forehead creasing as he thinks.
"What am I meant to do, Steve!" you plead.
"Okay, okay," he takes a few steps towards the bed, sitting down opposite you with a firm grip on your shoulder. First, you're going to calm down, I mean, I always used to get this with my chicks."
"Eddie's not your chicks, Steve, he's... he's just different. That's why I can't lose him, not over something this stupid."
He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling. "Here's what you should do. Tomorrow morning, go to his and give him the tickets. Yeah, it'll ruin the surprise but at least he won't be able to stay mad at you."
The second Eddie had slammed the door behind you, he span around, hands tightly fisting at his hair. "Shit, shit, shit," he muttered, stumbling backwards, practically tripping over the back of the tattered sofa; the trailer shaking at the impact.
He landed face first into a cushion and groaned as he breathed in - it reeked of beer.
Rolling off the sofa, he wondered if his uncle had kept that bottle of whiskey from Christmas. He probably had; he could've sworn he'd seen it the other day. He got down, kneeling on the tiled floor, fumbling with all sorts of cartons and boxes before his hand gripped onto the neck of a bottle - a bottle of bourbon.
As he yanked the lid off and sauntered across to his room, he could hear you nagging at the back of his mind, telling him not to drink it. He would've listened - had he not been attempting to drown any thought of yo uout.
He sunk down onto his mattress, taking frequent sips between thoughts.
Honestly, he couldn’t really say he was surprised. You were absolutely gorgeous – totally out of his league – and – as much as he hated to admit it – Steve Harrington was practically made for you, with his frustratingly perfect hair and charm.
He thought he would’ve seen this coming and Christ did he feel stupid now.
You glance down, twisting your wrist so you can see the watch face without sunlight reflecting off of it. 10:30. That seemed like a reasonable time to wake up someone who was incredibly pissed at you. At least that's what Steve had said.
Breathing in, you swiftly knocked on the metal door, hearing an undecipherable grunt.
“Hello? Eddie it’s me, Y/n.” you called, shrinking back as you finished the sentence.
Blinds flickered next to you, making you crane your neck around, catching a glimpse of his disheveled hair.
“Go away. We’re over.”
"Eddie, I'm here to apologise." you tried again.
Several minutes passed, and you realised that he wasn't coming out, so you headed back to your car, slipping an envelope into his mailbox.
For the third time now, the alarm next to his bed – which was swamped with his dirty clothes – blared. He sat up, squinting his eyes and glancing around his bedroom. Had you come to see him?
No, he told himself, that must’ve been a dream.
Once he had chucked on some clothes and generously sprayed deodorant over himself, he clambered out of the trailer, heading over to the collect the mail.
There were two letters for his uncle, an advert for some scout event and, a letter for him? He never got letters, so when he ripped it open to find two tickets to see his favourite band and a note from you, to say he was shocked would be an understatement.
“Eddie,
I am so, so sorry. I didn’t expect you to open the door, so I wrote a note. I would’ve explained things sooner, I asked Steve to help plan our anniversary, (which is what the tickets are for) and I couldn’t explain without spoiling it for you. I promise that I would never cheat on you, and that I love you all the way to Mordor and back again.
- Y/n”
Oh fuck.
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i just came across it recently but i love your writing so much 💗 if you’re up for it could you do eddie from stranger things helping the reader fall asleep, maybe some cuddling? just soft and fluffy haha, it’s up to you and please do whatever you’re comfy with!! thank you lovely and have a wonderful day!! :) <3
I combined this ask with another one, hopefully that’s okay! thank you for the kind words, they absolutely made my day!! enjoy 💞💞
Nightmarishly adorable - Eddie Munson x Female Reader
Synopsis: You’ve been having nightmares and Eddie comforts you.
Warnings: swears, fluff!!
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When you fell asleep, there had been a comforting patter of rain against the roof of the trailer, but now, as your body jolted itself awake, the rain was accompanied by the harsh sound of thunder that made you want to shrink back into the sheets.
But, fighting your drowsiness, you rolled over – your skin feeling grossly sticky with sweat and your eyes stinging as you forced them to stay open. You cautiously dangled your feet off the side of the bed, using them to search for the shirt you had thrown off during the humid night.
You felt something light and cotton, so you hopped off the bed, rushed to the light switch and used your hand to trace across the wall, your chest tightening the longer it took you to find it.
You felt something light and cotton, so you hopped off the bed, rushed to the light switch and used your hand to trace across the wall, your chest tightening the longer it took you to find it.
Bright light flooded the room, and your head whipped around – expecting to find some warped, faceless creature behind you; its pale arms stretching out, ready to snatch you from this world. But instead, you were greeted by your reflection in the window, and Christ – you looked dreadful; almost unwell.
Your hair such a tangled mess that as you bought your fingers up and began to run them through it, you grimaced – cringing at the feeling. To top off the living-dead-esque look; your eyes were sunken, and they were dull – nearly lifeless.
But then again, that’s what three nights without sleep would do to you.
You would never openly admit it to anyone – because it was so exquisitely stupid – but for a few weeks now, you had repeatedly found yourself waking up – always at three am – in a cold sweat, visions of a strangely familiar realm lingering in your mind.
Like normal dreams, you could never quite remember what had happened, but you were still frightened – an impending feeling of… something, something awful, following and eating at you every day.
But you pushed it out of your head for now, padding back towards to the bed, grabbing the t-shirt, and slipping it over your head – messing up your hair even more in the process. Then, you made your way to the bedroom door, grasping the knob, slowly twisting it open.
You slipped through the gap, attempting to be as quiet as possible, as not to wake up Eddie, who was fast asleep on the couch. But, as you were walking past him, you couldn’t help but stop to admire him; the way his pink lips were agape as he took in peaceful breaths was utterly adorable.
Continuing, you adventured to the kitchen, hunting down a glass. Whilst you rummaged around in the numerous cupboards, you wondered what would’ve happened if Eddie had slept in his bed with you, rather than insisting on taking the couch.
Maybe nothing would have happened, but in your mind, you liked to pretend that you two would be curled up together, arms and legs intertwined, his warm breath on your neck.
Yanking the final cabinet wide open, you were met with an abundance of mugs, one of which would do well enough for a quick drink of water.
Getting up on your tiptoes, you clambered onto the countertop, reaching in to grab one.
Your hand wrapped around the handle, and you turned to climb back down, your weight balanced precariously between the brink of falling off and staying upright. You had just lifted your foot up, half on and half off the counter when an unexpected noise echoed throughout the room, making you slip, landing on your back with a now chipped mug beside you.
Taking in deep gulps of air you relaxed somewhat, your heartbeat slowing.
Was that… was that Eddie snoring?
You placed your palms behind you, pushing up until you were standing. Then, carefully, you wandered over to the sofa, eyes focused on the floor – helping you evade the fragments of smashed ceramic.
When you reached the sofa, you peered over the side, noticing that his chin was quivering sightly.
“Eddie?” you murmured, prodding him in the shoulder, making the corners of his lips curl up. “Eddie, I know you’re awake,” you pried, continuing to poke him.
Deciding to try a different approach, you leant further over the couch, tickling his sides. Finally, his eyes opened, wide in faux fear as he writhed, trying to escape your grasp. “S-stop!” He cackled, slapping your hands away.
A couple minutes later, you stopped, grinning at him smugly. “You snore, you know that?”
“Shit, I was hoping you wouldn’t find out,” he replied breathlessly, brushing his hair out of his face.
“Is that why you had to sleep out here?”
“No, I just- I just thought it’d be pretty weird if we shared a bed, cause like, we’re not dating,” he explained.
When you didn’t say anything, he carried on talking, trying to diffuse any awkwardness, “Um, what are you doing up anyways?”
“Bad dream- plus I needed to grab a cup of water- actually, sorry about that,”
“About what?”
“I smashed your mug – when you snored, it uh- it scared me,” you spoke softly, praying he wouldn’t be mad at you.
His eyebrows rose, his eyes fixing on you, “No, no, no – do not apologise - I’ve got hundreds of mugs,” his gaze softened as he continued, “But a nightmare? Are you alright?”
He hopped up, climbing over the back of the sofa so he stood in front of you; his face far too close to yours – lips almost touching.
“Uh… yeah,” you hesitate, swaying as you took a step backwards, making the space between you two larger.
“You don’t sound very sure,” he notes, placing his palm across your forehead, “Plus it feels like you have a bad temperature,”
Unbeknownst to him – as moon shining through the blinds provided very little light – a rosy tint coloured your cheeks at his gentle touch.
“Honestly, Eddie I’m fi-“ you began protesting, but his finger pressing against your lips as he hushed you made you pause mid-sentence.
“Come on, Y/n,” he coaxed, moving his hand down slowly to wrap around your waist, pulling you into his side, “You’re obviously not fine. Why don’t we go to bed, I’ll stay with you if you want?”
At this you nodded, heading to his room, his arm practically holding you up at this point.
He swung the door open with his other arm, leading you towards the bed before splaying out across the chair next to you.
This made you frown as you scrambled under the sheets. “What are you doing over there, Eds?”
“I’m staying in here, just makin’ sure that you’re okay,” he said calmly, despite the fact his stomach was doing flips at the sweet nickname you’d made up for him.
“C’mere-” you patted the empty mattress bedside you – “I wanna cuddle with you.”
His eyes lit up and he practically leapt into the bed; far too eagerly but you were so tired that you didn’t even notice.
He pulled up the blanket, burying you both in it as he wrapped his arms around your waist; chests pressed up against each other.
You could hear his heart beating – it was fast, but as you both laid there in silence you felt it slow down, becoming a sort of lullaby for you.
After a while, you broke the silence, “Does this mean,” your words slurred together with sleepiness, “Does this mean that we’re dating?”
“What do y’mean?” He mumbled into your hair.
“You said you wouldn’t share the bed with me cause we weren’t dating.”
He paused, thinking through his choice of words. “What do you want it to mean?
“I- I mean I wouldn’t mind if we dated.” You admitted, hiding your face in his neck at the confession.
“Me neither,” he agreed, his hold tightening around you.
“So we’re dating now?”
“Definitely.” he mumbled, leaning back and admiring your face. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, eyes flirting away from yours.
Silently, you wriggled forwards, bringing your mouth up to his and leant in, pecking him on the lips, stunning him.
You pulled away, but he slid his hand behind your head, bringing you in for a longer, more passionate kiss; the heady smell of his cologne overwhelming your senses.
Not too long after, you dozed off in his embrace, safe and grounded by the faintly ticklish feeling of his fingers running up and down your back.
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