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peaceteaa11 · 2 years

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Love Luna

Read part one here and part two here

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OC Byers

Rating: Clean, close quarters, straddling (fully clothed and not too sexual) get your minds outta the gutter 😏

Warnings: Cursing. Blood? sorta. Straddling ;-;

Summary: Eddie is hurt because he took a lamp to the head, Luna helps clean him up. Eddie tells Luna things she doesn't want to hear or accept. Jonathan is a protective older brother. Boundaries are seemingly set. (I highly doubt Luna will follow said boundaries)

A/N: Sorry this one took so long. I started writing another story and fell in love with that one. But here is part three of Love Luna. It is kinda short but it's here. The story is really gonna start kicking off now. So yay. Hope you enjoy! Also go check out my other story "My Rockstar". By now you should know that I only proofread once and then post so, so it's not perfect but I promise it's not like unreadable. MASTERLIST COMING OUT LATER TODAY! (cause a bitch has no life and be writing too much fanfic)

***I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE RIGHTS TO THE STRANGER THINGS CHARACTERS IN THIS FIC. I ONLY OWN OCS I HAVE CREATED SUCH AS LUNA BYERS.***

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"Eddie?" I question as the knife in my hand points at the boy on my floor. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I shout at him and he chuckles. Eddie brings the tips of his fingers to his bloody forehead.

"Currently?" He smirks up at me before pulling his fingers away from his face and showing me. "Well, currently I'm bleeding out on the floor of what I assume is your bedroom." He looks around and smiles. "Cute sheets." He laughs pointing to my pink floral sheets. I feel a warm blush come over my cheeks as I stand there speechless. "Are you gonna keep standing there pointing a dirty knife at me or are you gonna get me a bandaid because I'm about to bleed all over your floor." Eddie laughs again but a wince sneaks its way in as he stands up. It's then I realize that a piece of glass from the lightbulb in my lamp is stuck in the palm of his hand.

"Oh my god... I... Holy shit! YOU HAVE GLASS IN YOUR HAND!" I toss the knife on my bed and rush over to Eddie who is standing in front of my window. I grab his hand and he winces under my touch.

"Ah. Mmm' well you did throw a lamp at me." His eyes lazily glance over to the lamp on my floor. "I tried to catch it. Did a pretty good job. My head slowed it down." He actually did do a pretty good job. My lamp was still intact all except the lightbulb and there was a bit of forehead blood on the base.

"Well, thanks for catching it. Or trying to. It was my grandma's so I'm sure her ghost would haunt me or something if I broke it." We both laugh and look at each other in a comfortable silence that comes after our laughter. Only when a warm liquid drips onto my hand do I rush back into action. "Oh shit. Hold on." I rush out of my room as I hear Eddie mumble a soft wait. "I'll be right back."

I grab a few towels from the bathroom, some rubbing alcohol, and a few bandages from the cabinet in the kitchen before rushing back to my room. When I get back I see Eddie holding his hand and looking around my room. I clear my throat and he whips around to look at me. He smirks.

"You have shit taste in music." He laughs and sits down on my bed. I sit next to him and shake my head.

"David Bowie is not shit, you prick," I mumble as I grab one of the towels from my lap. Eddie is about to argue when I pat the towel on his forehead and he hisses. "Sorry." I hum.

"S'fine." He sighs. I continue to wipe and clean the small cut on his forehead. He stays silent with only the occasional hiss or winces. Once the bleeding stops I pour a bit of the alcohol onto another clear towel and smile at him.

"This is probably sting," I whisper softly as I raise the towel to his head. He nods and places his hand on my leg. As I dab the alcohol-soaked towel over his cut his fingers dig into my thigh and he groans.

"Fuck." He huffs and I stare up at him with his eyes squeezed closed. I dab the towel again and he hums softly as he opens his eyes and meets mine. "You're right. It stung." He smiles softly.

"I'm sorry... but this is kinda your fault. You broke into my house." I laugh at him as his nose scrunches up when I pull the towel away.

"I didn't think that Luna Byers would be the type to throw lamps."

"At creepy men climbing through my window? You're lucky that's all I did." I laugh and he leans away from me.

"Wow. Creepy huh?" He smirks at me and I giggle lightly as I unwrap a bandaid. I push his bangs away from the cut and gently apply the bandaid.

"Eddie. You broke into my house. You don't think that's creepy?"

"Mmm, I was thinking it was more along the lines of romantic." He leans down and smiles at me. It's at this moment I realize his hand is still resting casually on my thigh.

"Romantic... Why are you, Eddie Munson, trying to be romantic?" I hum sort of curious, hoping for an answer that has everything do to with me.

"Mmm. Practicing for when I get a girlfriend." He shrugs. Okay. Not exactly what I was hoping for.

"Okay..." I look at the small shard of glass sticking out of his palm. "I'm gonna have to pull that out now." Eddie closes his eyes when I look up at him and he hums.

"Mkay that's... that sucks but okay." He releases a breathy laugh and his hand already starts to tighten on my thigh. I gently pinch the thin glass between my fingers.

"Ready?"

"Mmm." He nods his head.

"Okay. Sorry in advance." Just as I tug the glass out of Eddie's rough palm I hear the front door hinges squeal like they always do.

"Hey! Luna! Are you home yet?"

"OW! MOTHERFU-" I toss the glass aside and slap my hand over Eddie's mouth. He glares at me and I glare right back. His hand pinches the exposed skin on my thigh and I pull away from him.

I hear the heavy panicked footsteps of my brother, Jonathan, rushing towards the back of the house, towards my room. I jump up from my bed and rush to my bedroom door. I try to slam it shut but Jonathan's hand stops it.

"Luna! Are you okay who-"

"Yea, yea, sorry. I stubbed my toe." I smile through my slightly cracked door.

"I thought I heard-"

"Jonathan. I stubbed my toe." My voice levels out and I stare up at him. "I'm okay really. I promise. Just tired... and now hurt..." I sigh softly.

"Are you sure... do you need-" He starts to gently try and push the door open and I push all my weight against the door.

"Jonathan! Stop! I'm naked!" I shout and slam the door fully.

"Oh shit! Sorry, Lou." I sigh a breath of relief as I hear Jonathan mumble to himself and walk away from the door towards his room across the house. I turn around and my eyes land on a smirking Eddie.

"So..." He tilts his head and leans forward onto his knees, obviously entertained. "Do I get the pleasure of seeing you-" I toss the towel in my hand at him and he chuckles softly. "Okay okay. Sorry." He smiles up at me as I walk back over to sit down.

"Gimme your hand," I say firmly as I outstretch my hand for him.

"Are you hitting on me?" He asks with a goofy grin.

"I-I need to clean it." I fumble for the towel again as he places his hand in mine. "Try to be quiet okay? My brother will have a heart attack if he sees-"

"The freak in your bedroom." He frowns as his brows knit together.

"A boy. If he sees a boy in my room." I scoff as I shove the towel into his hand and he hisses.

"Ow!" He whispers and I smile up at him. "You're so violent," He chuckles lightly. I shrug and grab a wrap to cover his hand. I wrap the gauze-like strip around his hand and tap it on.

"There. Now you look truly metal." I giggle, grabbing all the shit off my bed and tossing it in the trash or laundry bin. I pick up the glass shards I can find and toss them as well. I pick the lamp up and place it on my dresser. When I look back at Eddie I find his eyes on me already. "Staring problem much?" I laugh and he rolls his eyes.

"You're awfully rude, ya know that?" Eddie leans down onto his knees and smirks up at me. I turn to face him fully and I place my hands on my hips. I stare down at him and I watch as his eyes widen.

"Only to creepy men who break into my house." I huff and he chuckles falling back onto my bed. "Eddie!" I whisper yell and basically jump on top of him to cover his mouth. "Shut up! Please! STOP LAUGHING!" I shake him while straddling his waist. My hand covers his mouth as I look to my bedroom door.

"Lou. Who are you talking to?" Jonathan shouts from his bedroom just across the hall. I snap my attention back to Eddie who is now silent and just staring up at me.

"Uh. I'm on the phone! With... Steve!" I shout back and thank my mom a thousand times over for getting me my own landline in my room.

"Oh. Is he coming over?" Jonathan's voice waivers and I sigh to myself.

"Maybe. Probably not! We're just talking! Do you need something?!" I ask a little annoyed as I try to end this conversation.

"No. No. I was just wondering."

"Mkay!" I shout and wait for a moment to see if he'll say anything else. He doesn't I sigh in relief and let myself relax a bit. I look down at Eddie who is smirking under my hand. I glare at him and try to roll off of him but his hands quickly find their way to my hips to hold me in place. I lift my hand off his mouth to relieve the smirk.

"I think this position is rather comfortable." He chuckles quietly. I roll my eyes as butterflies swirl around in my stomach. I roll off of him and he lets me. I lay on my back next to him and he sighs. "I'm sorry."

"For?"

"Today at school. I- I just didn't think it was a good idea for you to be seen with me. Especially not in my jacket." His voice is soft, almost sad. I glance over at him to see he is staring at my ceiling. I look back to the ceiling as well and try to figure out what to say.

"Mmm. I thought you were gonna apologize for breaking my lamp." I hum trying to break his sad demeanor. He elbows me and rolls onto his side to look at me. I turn my head but stay laying on my back. He smiles sweetly at me and pushes a few stray hairs away from my face.

"I didn't break shit. I saved your lamp when you sacrificed it to save your own skin." He smirks at me and I feel my skin tingle. Maybe Steve was right. Munson has me like putty in his hands, but why?

"Bullshit," I mumble and he laughs as he climbs to hover over me. He straddles me and places his hands on either side of my head. I stare up at him, eyes wide, heart jumping out of my chest.

"You can't be seen with me. Everyone still likes you. Today. What happened today can't happen again. I know. You're like just being nice, it's what you do, but it can't happen again. People will turn on you. Okay? You have to understand that. I can't let you do that." He stares down at me. This is the most serious I have ever seen Eddie Munson. I search his eyes for even the slightest hint of sarcasm. This has to be a joke.

"You're saying I can't hang out with you?" I ask softly. He nods. "At all?" I tilt my head and he smiles.

"Honestly, how much would that really change your life? We haven't hung out before. We shouldn't start now." He smirks at me but then slips back into his serious act.

"You know. I'm a big girl and I make my own decisions. You do know that right?"

"Mmm, not this one, love." He stares down into my eyes. "Seriously. Don't... don't talk to me. Okay? Don't smile at me. Don't be nice to me. Don't. It'll only get you in trouble. It's not worth it." He sighs sadly and moves to get off of me. I quickly grab his hips just like he did to me. His eyes widen and he stares down at me. "Wha-"

"You mean you're not worth it?" I ask softly. He stays silent. "Eddie?"

"Look. Luna. You're well-liked. You've never had any issues. I don't want to start a new trend for you."

"You have no idea what I've had to deal with over the past two years." I laugh thinking back to all the shit with my brother and the upside down. "Maybe it's me who is the problem. Maybe I'm the one YOU shouldn't get involved with." My comment causes him to chuckle and lean down closer to my face.

"You? A bad influence?" He asks cheekily.

"Mhm. I've gotten into quite a few... altercations over the years."

"Mmmm. I don't believe you." He smirks and brushes his fingers across my cheek.

"You'll have to stick around to find out." I giggle but he quickly jumps off of me.

"Luna. No. I- I should go." He heads straight for my window. "Seriously, stay the fuck away from me, Luna. Don't make this harder on me, please. I..." He climbs out of my window while I scrabble to stop him. I nearly climb out of the window after him when he looks in at me and frowns. "I never should have offered you that ride." He sighs as he pushes his hands through his hair. "We're not friends Luna. And we can't be. Seriously."

"Stop saying that. Why are you being such an asshole?" I ask as I lean out of my window.

"You just don't get it."

"Well help me understand Eddie!"

"I just told you!" He shouts and I instantly look back into my house as Jonathan busts through my bedroom door.

"Who the hell are you talking to? Someone is definitely in here-" My brother's eyes land on Eddie. "What the fuck are you-"

"Get out of my room!" I shout.

"Are you sneaking out again?" Jonathan questions.

"Again?" I hear Eddie ask intrigued. I look back at Eddie with confusion.

"Eddie. I don't understand. Why are you-"

"Forget it! Luna. We aren't friends, okay? Just. Leave me alone." He says while looking at his feet.

"You're the one who broke into MY house! To talk to ME!" I shout.

"He what?!"

"Jonathan get out!" I jump up from the window and rush to my brother pushing him out of my room. "Get out! Get out!" I slam the door and lock it once I've pushed him into the hall. he bangs on the door shouting my name. I rush back to the window but by the time I get there I see Eddie disappearing into the forest line. "Eddie!" I shout but he doesn't look back at me.

"What the hell is going on." I hear my brother Will ask in the hall with Jonathan.

"Help me get this door open."

"Is Lou okay?"

"Just help me."

I get up and slam my window shut. I walk to the door and unlock it, opening it to both my brothers falling onto my feet. I look down at them and they both look up at me.

"Where is he?" Jonathan scrambles to his feet.

"Where's who?" Will questions.

"Yeah, where's who, Jonathan?" I ask feigning confusion.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?" I ask innocently.

"Munson."

"Who? I have to change, get out." Will instantly turns to leave but Jonathan hesitates a moment. He glares at me.

"We'll talk about that tomorrow then."

"Talk about what?" I ask as I slam the door.

What is happening with my life now? Why do I care if Eddie wants to hang out with me or not? God. This is a mess. He is the one who... I don't know. This is all so stupid. I should be able to hang out with and like whoever I want. Eddie doesn't get to decide that for me. No one does. I huff and fall onto my bed. I roll onto my side. My sheets smell like him now. Ugh. Why does he have to smell so good?

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well, that was dramatic. Hopefully, everyone calms down in the next part... *Intense smirking because I know I'm a dramatic bitch and therefore a dramatic writer and there's no way shit will calm down* Sigh. Peace and Love, Babes x

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