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Ailing Wings, Gentle Hands | Eddie Munson

Eddie x Tinkerbell!Fem!Reader

Summary: In a quaint town shrouded in mystery, Eddie's curiosity leads him to an abandoned cabin, where the discovery of a hidden fairy alters the course of his life. How Eddie and Tinkerbell!Reader met. Check more Tinkerbell!Fem!Reader.

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Mentions of death off-screen, marihuana, swearing (as always).

All Rights Reserved. The author, me, does not allow any type of copy or adaption.

"Are you still alive?" The unexpected voice jolted Eddie, causing his left shoe to slip into the severed sole of his right, narrowly avoiding a tumble onto the damp leaves below.

Eddie had long been captivated by the small, dark wooden cabin nestled in the heart of the expansive forest—a place seemingly untouched by human presence for ages. Whispers circulated through town, weaving tales of a notorious serial killer from Hawkins' past who purportedly used the cabin as a sinister stage for his heinous acts. Some even claimed that intrepid souls who ventured inside met a grisly fate at the hands of this malevolent figure.

However, law enforcement, led by Jim, vehemently denied these rumours. Jim insisted that he had thoroughly investigated the cabin, revealing it to be a single, cramped room filled with seemingly useless items and tools. According to him, there was no evidence to support the sinister narrative; instead, the cabin belonged to an elderly recluse who dwelled in the forest, rarely venturing into town. This mysterious man found solace in the company of woodland creatures, often aiding injured animals and rescuing those ensnared in traps.

Owen, the man who once called the forest his home, had met an untimely demise due to a heart attack a few years ago. His passing was shrouded in solitude, as he lived alone in his forest dwelling, completely cut off from the town. The news of Owen's death only surfaced when Peter Meyer, the former owner of the tool store, noticed the absence of Owen's weekly visits in search of better tools.

This triggered a police investigation that led to the discovery of Owen's lifeless body in his house. At the age of 75, he had passed away peacefully in his sleep, spared the agony of a lingering end. However, the sad twist in the tale was that Owen's body had remained undiscovered for at least six days.

"Eddie? Are you being tortured by a serial killer?" Dustin's voice pierced the quiet, startling Eddie as it emanated from the walkie-talkie clutched tightly in his right hand.

Suppressing a chuckle, Eddie brought the device closer to his lips and pressed the button, allowing him to respond to the concerned kid on the other end. "Don't you think I would be screaming if that were the case?" Eddie's reassurance hung in the air as Dustin's voice, tinged with nervousness, remained silent for a few minutes. Eddie continued his approach towards the cabin, the proximity sending a chill down his spine, as he realised he had never been this close to it before.

The cabin, genuinely petite, bore the aftermath of heavy rain, with a distinct scent emanating from its dark wooden exterior. Neglected and abandoned, the location had become a canvas for plant sprouts, thriving in a space where life seemingly shouldn't persist.

Despite the dispelling of rumours, Eddie pondered the lingering fear that held people back from exploring the mysterious cabin firsthand. His curiosity, once merely a fascination, led him closer than ever before, a venture he never anticipated until reassured by Jim Hopper that there was nothing to fear. Trusting the words of the town's chief, Eddie hopped into his van, driving as close to the forest as possible before embarking on a several-minute trek to unveil the legendary place.

"Are you close to it?" Dustin's voice crackled through the walkie-talkie.

"Yeah," Eddie observed the cabin, its only two windows flanking the solitary entrance showing signs of wear. Someone, presumably Owen in his time, had attempted repairs multiple times, only to eventually cover them with a makeshift cloth.

"Are you really going to go in?" Dustin's concern echoed through the speaker.

"After all this walking?" Eddie sneered, retrieving a large, dark grey flashlight from the back pocket of his pants. "I'm absolutely going in." The beam of light cut through the shadows as Eddie approached the enigmatic cabin, ready to unravel its secrets.

The door, resistant after years of neglect, yielded begrudgingly to Eddie's efforts. He leaned his right shoulder into the wooden frame, silently thanking Black Sabbath for the choice of a black leather jacket instead of denim, preventing his shoulder from soaking in the dampness.

With a few grunts and near slips on the wet leaves, Eddie managed to pull the door open. Surprisingly, no one lunged at him, and no creatures scurried out in protest. As the entrance revealed its interior, Eddie found exactly what Jim had described—a dreary, dilapidated space with cobwebs clinging to every available nook and cranny. The cabin stood in eerie stillness.

Eddie pointed his flashlight into every corner, squinting in the hope of discovering something magical. The walkie-talkie now rested in the pocket of his leather jacket, having served its purpose. As the flashlight shifted from his left to his right hand, he surveyed the room, only to find himself face-to-face with the mundane reality he had described earlier. Opening the wooden cupboards beneath the tables, he sighed in disappointment, though a subtle sense of humour seemed to linger in the elderly man's choices.

Amidst the rusted tools and forgotten items, Eddie's laughter echoed as he stumbled upon a surprising discovery. Notes, presumably penned by the elderly inhabitant, revealed a whimsical world. "Little pixie's new dresses. She preferred the green one the best," Eddie read aloud, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His fingers traced through the fabrics. More notes followed, disclosing further insights. "Pixie did not like the texture of the fabric for her new bed. She didn't like the doll toy cushion I purchased from the kids' store and asked if I could look for a round leaf to use as a blanket and pillow. She's demanding but fascinating." Eddie's laughter echoed through the quiet cabin, unravelling a touch of warmth in this otherwise desolate place.

Perhaps Eddie's assumption that Owen possessed a sense of humour was off the mark, and a more realistic inference suggested that the man might have been a bit eccentric.

"There's nothing really?" Dustin's disappointment mirrored Eddie's own feelings moments before the discovery of the notes.

"No, Jim was right." Eddie pulled open another cabinet door, practically squatting on the ground, searching for more clues to unravel the enigma of Owen. "There are some random notes without importance and-." His words trailed off as a startling realization hit him. What was that?

Eddie winced at the shrill sound of the cabinet door fully opening, but his attention remained fixed on what lay before him. A small bed, fashioned from leaves and various natural elements he couldn't quite identify, came into view. A bed, just a little smaller than his hand. As he approached, Eddie was confronted with an unbelievable sight, causing him to blink repeatedly and question if perhaps he had been given something other than marijuana by his usual seller.

"Holy fuck." The exclamation escaped Eddie's lips involuntarily as his gaze remained fixed on the extraordinary sight before him. Unbeknownst to him, the walkie-talkie's button had been inadvertently touched, and his shocked words triggered a flurry of hurried and out-of-turn inquiries from his friends on the other end.

Oblivious to the barrage of questions, Eddie retrieved the walkie-talkie from his jacket pocket, keeping his focus on the astonishing scene in front of him. "I'll see you guys tomorrow at school." With that, he ensured the device was switched off, warding off any incoming signals, and tucked it back into his jacket pocket.

In front of him lay a minuscule body, barely half the size of his palm, with hair cascading over a leaf cushion. The creature's skin pulsed with a yellowish glow that flickered intermittently. Glancing at its face, Eddie couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something was amiss. But the most perplexing aspect was that he seemed to be gazing at a fairy—a creature that, by all logical standards, didn't exist. Right?

"Are you..." Eddie's voice trailed off, hardly audible, as he struggled to come to terms with the surreal scene unfolding before him. Engaging in conversation seemed a daunting task when faced with the presence of a creature he couldn't believe existed. "Are you okay?"

The tiny creature, seemingly unaware of Eddie's presence until now, suddenly took notice. This unexpected reaction bewildered Eddie, considering he hadn't exactly been quiet—laughing and walking on the ground with audible steps. Despite the apparent fright, the fairy quickly settled on her leaf bed, gasping and fixing a terrified gaze on the odd figure before her.

Eddie took a moment to observe the enchanting being before him. Dressed in a radiant white garment with long sleeves, she emanated a delicate charm complemented by periwinkle wings that adorned her back. However, Eddie couldn't ignore the slight imperfection on the top of her right wing, a fold that suggested an old injury yet to fully heal. A surge of questions flooded Eddie's mind. Had Owen been caring for this fairy, providing her with a secure haven in the cottage? How long had she been here, waiting since Owen's passing over nine years ago, in this weakened state? Without apparent sustenance, had she been surviving all this time? Did fairies even need to eat or drink? The influx of questions left Eddie overwhelmed as he grappled with the astonishing reality unfolding before him.

"I'm Eddie Munson," he introduced himself, hoping to ease the tiny fairy's apprehension. However, she only retreated, tumbling off her leaf bed and emitting a small sound that conveyed a mix of fear and discomfort. Eddie attempted to approach with caution, extending his hand towards her, but she scuttled into a corner of the cabinet, making Eddie acutely aware of the visibility of his every move.

"I apologise. I don't mean to hurt you. I stumbled upon this cabin one day and have been..." Eddie hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Were you... a friend of Owen?"

At the mention of the elderly man's name, the fairy seemed to perk up, nodding eagerly and adjusting herself to get a better view, awaiting Eddie's next words.

"Have you been waiting for him?" Eddie inquired. The fairy nodded enthusiastically, her wide eyes filled with anticipation, yearning for Owen's return. "I'm sorry, but Owen passed away around 9 years ago. How have you..." Eddie's voice wavered, a mix of heartbreak and astonishment evident. "Have you been surviving on your own?"

The fairy, her spirit dampened by the news of Owen's passing, looked up at Eddie. Despite the tears she wiped away, her wide, round eyes carried a warmth that, somehow, conveyed a mystical and unfamiliar sense, fostering a newfound trust in the stranger before her.

"Squeak squeak squeak squeak," she vocalized, a series of high-pitched sounds that Eddie found both perplexing and intriguing.

"So you've been here alone?" Eddie's eyes widened in astonishment.

The fairy nodded vigorously, marvelling that the person in front of her could understand her. Okay, she'd only encountered three. A child who had become lost in the wilderness but was luckily discovered a few hours later, and Owen. They stated they heard high-pitched noises as she 'spoke.' However, this man, Eddie Munson, could comprehend her.

Eddie's eyes widened. "So you've been here alone?"

"Squeak squeak squeak."

"You hurt your wing?" Eddie winced, attempting to get a better look. His hand reached out to her once again, and this time, she allowed the grace of his fingertips against her feverish skin.

Little did Eddie know, she was a special fairy. Rejected by others of her kind due to the shine in her eyes, her thirst for adventure, and her incredible curiosity towards humans. When she was hurt and trapped in a trap for animals, Owen found her. He nurtured her back to health to the point where she promised her loyalty to him—an unprecedented act for her kind. This loyalty was significant, and for the last nine years during Owen's absence, she had endured constant and insufferable pain. A pain that fairies experience when the person they promised loyalty to disappears, for whatever reasons. After a decade of suffering, fairies become what they are known for; pixie dust. Eddie had found her before her own tragic transformation, offering her a chance at a different fate.

"Come with me." Eddie's heart raced like it had never beaten before. The thought of leaving her behind, vulnerable to the possibility of someone else discovering this hidden spot and subjecting her to torment or revealing her existence, made Eddie feel sick to his stomach. "I can make you dresses," he offered, shaking his head in determination. "Actually, I don't know how to use a needle, but I'll learn! I can learn, and I will feed and protect you." Eddie glanced around the cabin anxiously. "I don't believe it's a good idea for you to stay here. People have fabricated stories about this cottage. It's only a matter of time until they decide to come here and investigate."

The pixie rose on unsteady knees and approached Eddie with whirling fingers, allowing him to discern her weakness and the fact that her shining should not flicker. "Are you weak?" Eddie inquired, and the pixie nodded, glancing at Eddie's hand, palm up, which rested in the cabinet not too close to her as she talked about fairies' loyalty.

Eddie listened intently, and his genuine concern made the pixie feel less vulnerable. "I promise to protect you as Owen did, and..." he continued, looking behind her. "I'd want to look at your magnificent wing. Try to heal it." Eddie's words carried a sincerity that resonated with the pixie, fostering a newfound trust in the human who had unexpectedly entered her secluded world.

The pixie, trusting in Eddie's sincerity, stepped into his palm and lay down on it, her delicate face caressing against his skin. She spoke in a voice barely audible, promising her loyalty to him. It was a solemn vow, a fairy's promise of loyalty, and she had chosen Eddie as the last person to whom she would make this commitment.

Eddie, overwhelmed with happiness and disbelief, marvelled at the tiny being now nestled in his hand. His joy, however, was tempered by the realisation that she was feverish. Concern etched across his face, he regarded the pixie with newfound determination, determined to keep his promise and protect her, just as Owen had done.

The rain began to fall, a gentle patter on the leaves and a soothing symphony to accompany Eddie's purposeful strides. Holding the tiny pixie in his palm, he protected her from the onset of the raindrops, using his free hand to create a small shield against the weather. The dampness was inconsequential; all that mattered was ensuring her well-being.

The woods, once an intriguing mystery, now seemed to envelop Eddie with a sense of purpose. Every step carried a weight of responsibility as he navigated through the trees, mindful of the fragile creature in his hand. The journey that had taken him minutes before now seemed to fly by in a blur, Eddie's determination propelling him forward.

As he neared his van, the dull hum of the rain against the leaves intensified. Eddie carefully opened the vehicle, making a makeshift sanctuary for the pixie to shield her from the elements.

Inside the van, Eddie glanced down at the tiny pixie, still nestled in his hand. Her radiant wings glistened, even in the dim light of the rainy day. The warmth of her loyalty, pledged to him in a language only they could comprehend, stirred a unique connection between them. As he drove away from the mystical cabin, Eddie couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was destined, and the pixie, once hidden in the depths of the forest, was now under his protection—a responsibility he embraced with newfound purpose.

That is how the story of Eddie and the pixie, you, began—a magnificent connection forged on the grounds of trust, loyalty, love, and fate. Once Eddie returned home, his care for you extended beyond mere protection from the elements.

Feeding you proved to be a challenging task, but Eddie was determined. He scoured his home for little items that could serve as your essentials, crafting a makeshift bed out of an old t-shirt stuffed with cotton pads. As he gazed upon you, nestled in your tiny abode, Eddie's eyes betrayed the weariness and anguish that had accompanied him from the mysterious cabin. Fearful of leaving you alone, his delicate hands, which you had initially perceived as incredibly gentle, fidgeted together as if hesitant to let you out of his sight.

Eddie, grateful for the information that led him to the cabin and ultimately to the pixie, found himself picking up the phone to call Jim Hopper. Without delving into any details, he simply thanked Jim for indirectly guiding him to the haven of the cabin and Owen's legacy. However, confusion clouded Jim's response, as he claimed to have never personally known Owen and insisted that he and Eddie had never discussed such matters. It left Eddie pondering the mysterious circumstances that had led him to the cabin, realizing that fate played a hand in the unfolding of this extraordinary chapter in his life.

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Tagging some individuals who wanted to be tagged or interacted with Tinkerbell!Reader when the previous work I wrote about it came out: @took-me-hours-to-steal-those - @angelbaby-fics - @emmyshortcake -

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I pray I marry a person who will never get tired of me. Like years in & still obsessed with Me

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my dream as a fanfic writer is to write a story which people want to talk to me about and send asks about afterwards and discuss things the characters did and the symbolism and meanings behind certain lines and I'll be all "hehe thanks" but irl I'll be in literal tears because I wrote something that means something to someone

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Loyalty means the most to me, even on bad terms you supposed to stand on that.

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It's going to be longer than I expected so it will take longer to write but next week, I will be updating progress as I go!

Mmmh, going to start working in a new Eddie AU! which is going to be, hopefully as good as my Banished King! Eddie; long, beautiful, and with lots of spice ;). Hoping to have it ready for this weekend!!

If anyone wants to be tagged, let me know. I don't want to give much away but...it is "royal" and it involves the reader!!

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Ailing Wings, Gentle Hands | Eddie Munson

Eddie x Tinkerbell!Fem!Reader

Summary: In a quaint town shrouded in mystery, Eddie's curiosity leads him to an abandoned cabin, where the discovery of a hidden fairy alters the course of his life. How Eddie and Tinkerbell!Reader met. Check more Tinkerbell!Fem!Reader.

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Mentions of death off-screen, marihuana, swearing (as always).

All Rights Reserved. The author, me, does not allow any type of copy or adaption.

"Are you still alive?" The unexpected voice jolted Eddie, causing his left shoe to slip into the severed sole of his right, narrowly avoiding a tumble onto the damp leaves below.

Eddie had long been captivated by the small, dark wooden cabin nestled in the heart of the expansive forest—a place seemingly untouched by human presence for ages. Whispers circulated through town, weaving tales of a notorious serial killer from Hawkins' past who purportedly used the cabin as a sinister stage for his heinous acts. Some even claimed that intrepid souls who ventured inside met a grisly fate at the hands of this malevolent figure.

However, law enforcement, led by Jim, vehemently denied these rumours. Jim insisted that he had thoroughly investigated the cabin, revealing it to be a single, cramped room filled with seemingly useless items and tools. According to him, there was no evidence to support the sinister narrative; instead, the cabin belonged to an elderly recluse who dwelled in the forest, rarely venturing into town. This mysterious man found solace in the company of woodland creatures, often aiding injured animals and rescuing those ensnared in traps.

Owen, the man who once called the forest his home, had met an untimely demise due to a heart attack a few years ago. His passing was shrouded in solitude, as he lived alone in his forest dwelling, completely cut off from the town. The news of Owen's death only surfaced when Peter Meyer, the former owner of the tool store, noticed the absence of Owen's weekly visits in search of better tools.

This triggered a police investigation that led to the discovery of Owen's lifeless body in his house. At the age of 75, he had passed away peacefully in his sleep, spared the agony of a lingering end. However, the sad twist in the tale was that Owen's body had remained undiscovered for at least six days.

"Eddie? Are you being tortured by a serial killer?" Dustin's voice pierced the quiet, startling Eddie as it emanated from the walkie-talkie clutched tightly in his right hand.

Suppressing a chuckle, Eddie brought the device closer to his lips and pressed the button, allowing him to respond to the concerned kid on the other end. "Don't you think I would be screaming if that were the case?" Eddie's reassurance hung in the air as Dustin's voice, tinged with nervousness, remained silent for a few minutes. Eddie continued his approach towards the cabin, the proximity sending a chill down his spine, as he realised he had never been this close to it before.

The cabin, genuinely petite, bore the aftermath of heavy rain, with a distinct scent emanating from its dark wooden exterior. Neglected and abandoned, the location had become a canvas for plant sprouts, thriving in a space where life seemingly shouldn't persist.

Despite the dispelling of rumours, Eddie pondered the lingering fear that held people back from exploring the mysterious cabin firsthand. His curiosity, once merely a fascination, led him closer than ever before, a venture he never anticipated until reassured by Jim Hopper that there was nothing to fear. Trusting the words of the town's chief, Eddie hopped into his van, driving as close to the forest as possible before embarking on a several-minute trek to unveil the legendary place.

"Are you close to it?" Dustin's voice crackled through the walkie-talkie.

"Yeah," Eddie observed the cabin, its only two windows flanking the solitary entrance showing signs of wear. Someone, presumably Owen in his time, had attempted repairs multiple times, only to eventually cover them with a makeshift cloth.

"Are you really going to go in?" Dustin's concern echoed through the speaker.

"After all this walking?" Eddie sneered, retrieving a large, dark grey flashlight from the back pocket of his pants. "I'm absolutely going in." The beam of light cut through the shadows as Eddie approached the enigmatic cabin, ready to unravel its secrets.

The door, resistant after years of neglect, yielded begrudgingly to Eddie's efforts. He leaned his right shoulder into the wooden frame, silently thanking Black Sabbath for the choice of a black leather jacket instead of denim, preventing his shoulder from soaking in the dampness.

With a few grunts and near slips on the wet leaves, Eddie managed to pull the door open. Surprisingly, no one lunged at him, and no creatures scurried out in protest. As the entrance revealed its interior, Eddie found exactly what Jim had described—a dreary, dilapidated space with cobwebs clinging to every available nook and cranny. The cabin stood in eerie stillness.

Eddie pointed his flashlight into every corner, squinting in the hope of discovering something magical. The walkie-talkie now rested in the pocket of his leather jacket, having served its purpose. As the flashlight shifted from his left to his right hand, he surveyed the room, only to find himself face-to-face with the mundane reality he had described earlier. Opening the wooden cupboards beneath the tables, he sighed in disappointment, though a subtle sense of humour seemed to linger in the elderly man's choices.

Amidst the rusted tools and forgotten items, Eddie's laughter echoed as he stumbled upon a surprising discovery. Notes, presumably penned by the elderly inhabitant, revealed a whimsical world. "Little pixie's new dresses. She preferred the green one the best," Eddie read aloud, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His fingers traced through the fabrics. More notes followed, disclosing further insights. "Pixie did not like the texture of the fabric for her new bed. She didn't like the doll toy cushion I purchased from the kids' store and asked if I could look for a round leaf to use as a blanket and pillow. She's demanding but fascinating." Eddie's laughter echoed through the quiet cabin, unravelling a touch of warmth in this otherwise desolate place.

Perhaps Eddie's assumption that Owen possessed a sense of humour was off the mark, and a more realistic inference suggested that the man might have been a bit eccentric.

"There's nothing really?" Dustin's disappointment mirrored Eddie's own feelings moments before the discovery of the notes.

"No, Jim was right." Eddie pulled open another cabinet door, practically squatting on the ground, searching for more clues to unravel the enigma of Owen. "There are some random notes without importance and-." His words trailed off as a startling realization hit him. What was that?

Eddie winced at the shrill sound of the cabinet door fully opening, but his attention remained fixed on what lay before him. A small bed, fashioned from leaves and various natural elements he couldn't quite identify, came into view. A bed, just a little smaller than his hand. As he approached, Eddie was confronted with an unbelievable sight, causing him to blink repeatedly and question if perhaps he had been given something other than marijuana by his usual seller.

"Holy fuck." The exclamation escaped Eddie's lips involuntarily as his gaze remained fixed on the extraordinary sight before him. Unbeknownst to him, the walkie-talkie's button had been inadvertently touched, and his shocked words triggered a flurry of hurried and out-of-turn inquiries from his friends on the other end.

Oblivious to the barrage of questions, Eddie retrieved the walkie-talkie from his jacket pocket, keeping his focus on the astonishing scene in front of him. "I'll see you guys tomorrow at school." With that, he ensured the device was switched off, warding off any incoming signals, and tucked it back into his jacket pocket.

In front of him lay a minuscule body, barely half the size of his palm, with hair cascading over a leaf cushion. The creature's skin pulsed with a yellowish glow that flickered intermittently. Glancing at its face, Eddie couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something was amiss. But the most perplexing aspect was that he seemed to be gazing at a fairy—a creature that, by all logical standards, didn't exist. Right?

"Are you..." Eddie's voice trailed off, hardly audible, as he struggled to come to terms with the surreal scene unfolding before him. Engaging in conversation seemed a daunting task when faced with the presence of a creature he couldn't believe existed. "Are you okay?"

The tiny creature, seemingly unaware of Eddie's presence until now, suddenly took notice. This unexpected reaction bewildered Eddie, considering he hadn't exactly been quiet—laughing and walking on the ground with audible steps. Despite the apparent fright, the fairy quickly settled on her leaf bed, gasping and fixing a terrified gaze on the odd figure before her.

Eddie took a moment to observe the enchanting being before him. Dressed in a radiant white garment with long sleeves, she emanated a delicate charm complemented by periwinkle wings that adorned her back. However, Eddie couldn't ignore the slight imperfection on the top of her right wing, a fold that suggested an old injury yet to fully heal. A surge of questions flooded Eddie's mind. Had Owen been caring for this fairy, providing her with a secure haven in the cottage? How long had she been here, waiting since Owen's passing over nine years ago, in this weakened state? Without apparent sustenance, had she been surviving all this time? Did fairies even need to eat or drink? The influx of questions left Eddie overwhelmed as he grappled with the astonishing reality unfolding before him.

"I'm Eddie Munson," he introduced himself, hoping to ease the tiny fairy's apprehension. However, she only retreated, tumbling off her leaf bed and emitting a small sound that conveyed a mix of fear and discomfort. Eddie attempted to approach with caution, extending his hand towards her, but she scuttled into a corner of the cabinet, making Eddie acutely aware of the visibility of his every move.

"I apologise. I don't mean to hurt you. I stumbled upon this cabin one day and have been..." Eddie hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Were you... a friend of Owen?"

At the mention of the elderly man's name, the fairy seemed to perk up, nodding eagerly and adjusting herself to get a better view, awaiting Eddie's next words.

"Have you been waiting for him?" Eddie inquired. The fairy nodded enthusiastically, her wide eyes filled with anticipation, yearning for Owen's return. "I'm sorry, but Owen passed away around 9 years ago. How have you..." Eddie's voice wavered, a mix of heartbreak and astonishment evident. "Have you been surviving on your own?"

The fairy, her spirit dampened by the news of Owen's passing, looked up at Eddie. Despite the tears she wiped away, her wide, round eyes carried a warmth that, somehow, conveyed a mystical and unfamiliar sense, fostering a newfound trust in the stranger before her.

"Squeak squeak squeak squeak," she vocalized, a series of high-pitched sounds that Eddie found both perplexing and intriguing.

"So you've been here alone?" Eddie's eyes widened in astonishment.

The fairy nodded vigorously, marvelling that the person in front of her could understand her. Okay, she'd only encountered three. A child who had become lost in the wilderness but was luckily discovered a few hours later, and Owen. They stated they heard high-pitched noises as she 'spoke.' However, this man, Eddie Munson, could comprehend her.

Eddie's eyes widened. "So you've been here alone?"

"Squeak squeak squeak."

"You hurt your wing?" Eddie winced, attempting to get a better look. His hand reached out to her once again, and this time, she allowed the grace of his fingertips against her feverish skin.

Little did Eddie know, she was a special fairy. Rejected by others of her kind due to the shine in her eyes, her thirst for adventure, and her incredible curiosity towards humans. When she was hurt and trapped in a trap for animals, Owen found her. He nurtured her back to health to the point where she promised her loyalty to him—an unprecedented act for her kind. This loyalty was significant, and for the last nine years during Owen's absence, she had endured constant and insufferable pain. A pain that fairies experience when the person they promised loyalty to disappears, for whatever reasons. After a decade of suffering, fairies become what they are known for; pixie dust. Eddie had found her before her own tragic transformation, offering her a chance at a different fate.

"Come with me." Eddie's heart raced like it had never beaten before. The thought of leaving her behind, vulnerable to the possibility of someone else discovering this hidden spot and subjecting her to torment or revealing her existence, made Eddie feel sick to his stomach. "I can make you dresses," he offered, shaking his head in determination. "Actually, I don't know how to use a needle, but I'll learn! I can learn, and I will feed and protect you." Eddie glanced around the cabin anxiously. "I don't believe it's a good idea for you to stay here. People have fabricated stories about this cottage. It's only a matter of time until they decide to come here and investigate."

The pixie rose on unsteady knees and approached Eddie with whirling fingers, allowing him to discern her weakness and the fact that her shining should not flicker. "Are you weak?" Eddie inquired, and the pixie nodded, glancing at Eddie's hand, palm up, which rested in the cabinet not too close to her as she talked about fairies' loyalty.

Eddie listened intently, and his genuine concern made the pixie feel less vulnerable. "I promise to protect you as Owen did, and..." he continued, looking behind her. "I'd want to look at your magnificent wing. Try to heal it." Eddie's words carried a sincerity that resonated with the pixie, fostering a newfound trust in the human who had unexpectedly entered her secluded world.

The pixie, trusting in Eddie's sincerity, stepped into his palm and lay down on it, her delicate face caressing against his skin. She spoke in a voice barely audible, promising her loyalty to him. It was a solemn vow, a fairy's promise of loyalty, and she had chosen Eddie as the last person to whom she would make this commitment.

Eddie, overwhelmed with happiness and disbelief, marvelled at the tiny being now nestled in his hand. His joy, however, was tempered by the realisation that she was feverish. Concern etched across his face, he regarded the pixie with newfound determination, determined to keep his promise and protect her, just as Owen had done.

The rain began to fall, a gentle patter on the leaves and a soothing symphony to accompany Eddie's purposeful strides. Holding the tiny pixie in his palm, he protected her from the onset of the raindrops, using his free hand to create a small shield against the weather. The dampness was inconsequential; all that mattered was ensuring her well-being.

The woods, once an intriguing mystery, now seemed to envelop Eddie with a sense of purpose. Every step carried a weight of responsibility as he navigated through the trees, mindful of the fragile creature in his hand. The journey that had taken him minutes before now seemed to fly by in a blur, Eddie's determination propelling him forward.

As he neared his van, the dull hum of the rain against the leaves intensified. Eddie carefully opened the vehicle, making a makeshift sanctuary for the pixie to shield her from the elements.

Inside the van, Eddie glanced down at the tiny pixie, still nestled in his hand. Her radiant wings glistened, even in the dim light of the rainy day. The warmth of her loyalty, pledged to him in a language only they could comprehend, stirred a unique connection between them. As he drove away from the mystical cabin, Eddie couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was destined, and the pixie, once hidden in the depths of the forest, was now under his protection—a responsibility he embraced with newfound purpose.

That is how the story of Eddie and the pixie, you, began—a magnificent connection forged on the grounds of trust, loyalty, love, and fate. Once Eddie returned home, his care for you extended beyond mere protection from the elements.

Feeding you proved to be a challenging task, but Eddie was determined. He scoured his home for little items that could serve as your essentials, crafting a makeshift bed out of an old t-shirt stuffed with cotton pads. As he gazed upon you, nestled in your tiny abode, Eddie's eyes betrayed the weariness and anguish that had accompanied him from the mysterious cabin. Fearful of leaving you alone, his delicate hands, which you had initially perceived as incredibly gentle, fidgeted together as if hesitant to let you out of his sight.

Eddie, grateful for the information that led him to the cabin and ultimately to the pixie, found himself picking up the phone to call Jim Hopper. Without delving into any details, he simply thanked Jim for indirectly guiding him to the haven of the cabin and Owen's legacy. However, confusion clouded Jim's response, as he claimed to have never personally known Owen and insisted that he and Eddie had never discussed such matters. It left Eddie pondering the mysterious circumstances that had led him to the cabin, realizing that fate played a hand in the unfolding of this extraordinary chapter in his life.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

Tagging some individuals who wanted to be tagged or interacted with Tinkerbell!Reader when the previous work I wrote about it came out: @took-me-hours-to-steal-those - @angelbaby-fics - @emmyshortcake -

[anxiousstark]

Same thing

I'm dying🤣

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Mmmh, going to start working in a new Eddie AU! which is going to be, hopefully as good as my Banished King! Eddie; long, beautiful, and with lots of spice ;). Hoping to have it ready for this weekend!!

If anyone wants to be tagged, let me know. I don't want to give much away but...it is "royal" and it involves the reader!!

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Ailing Wings, Gentle Hands | Eddie Munson

Eddie x Tinkerbell!Fem!Reader

Summary: In a quaint town shrouded in mystery, Eddie's curiosity leads him to an abandoned cabin, where the discovery of a hidden fairy alters the course of his life. How Eddie and Tinkerbell!Reader met.

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Mentions of death off-screen, marihuana, swearing (as always).

All Rights Reserved. The author, me, does not allow any type of copy or adaption.

"Are you still alive?" The unexpected voice jolted Eddie, causing his left shoe to slip into the severed sole of his right, narrowly avoiding a tumble onto the damp leaves below.

Eddie had long been captivated by the small, dark wooden cabin nestled in the heart of the expansive forest—a place seemingly untouched by human presence for ages. Whispers circulated through town, weaving tales of a notorious serial killer from Hawkins' past who purportedly used the cabin as a sinister stage for his heinous acts. Some even claimed that intrepid souls who ventured inside met a grisly fate at the hands of this malevolent figure.

However, law enforcement, led by Jim, vehemently denied these rumours. Jim insisted that he had thoroughly investigated the cabin, revealing it to be a single, cramped room filled with seemingly useless items and tools. According to him, there was no evidence to support the sinister narrative; instead, the cabin belonged to an elderly recluse who dwelled in the forest, rarely venturing into town. This mysterious man found solace in the company of woodland creatures, often aiding injured animals and rescuing those ensnared in traps.

Owen, the man who once called the forest his home, had met an untimely demise due to a heart attack a few years ago. His passing was shrouded in solitude, as he lived alone in his forest dwelling, completely cut off from the town. The news of Owen's death only surfaced when Peter Meyer, the former owner of the tool store, noticed the absence of Owen's weekly visits in search of better tools.

This triggered a police investigation that led to the discovery of Owen's lifeless body in his house. At the age of 75, he had passed away peacefully in his sleep, spared the agony of a lingering end. However, the sad twist in the tale was that Owen's body had remained undiscovered for at least six days.

"Eddie? Are you being tortured by a serial killer?" Dustin's voice pierced the quiet, startling Eddie as it emanated from the walkie-talkie clutched tightly in his right hand.

Suppressing a chuckle, Eddie brought the device closer to his lips and pressed the button, allowing him to respond to the concerned kid on the other end. "Don't you think I would be screaming if that were the case?" Eddie's reassurance hung in the air as Dustin's voice, tinged with nervousness, remained silent for a few minutes. Eddie continued his approach towards the cabin, the proximity sending a chill down his spine, as he realised he had never been this close to it before.

The cabin, genuinely petite, bore the aftermath of heavy rain, with a distinct scent emanating from its dark wooden exterior. Neglected and abandoned, the location had become a canvas for plant sprouts, thriving in a space where life seemingly shouldn't persist.

Despite the dispelling of rumours, Eddie pondered the lingering fear that held people back from exploring the mysterious cabin firsthand. His curiosity, once merely a fascination, led him closer than ever before, a venture he never anticipated until reassured by Jim Hopper that there was nothing to fear. Trusting the words of the town's chief, Eddie hopped into his van, driving as close to the forest as possible before embarking on a several-minute trek to unveil the legendary place.

"Are you close to it?" Dustin's voice crackled through the walkie-talkie.

"Yeah," Eddie observed the cabin, its only two windows flanking the solitary entrance showing signs of wear. Someone, presumably Owen in his time, had attempted repairs multiple times, only to eventually cover them with a makeshift cloth.

"Are you really going to go in?" Dustin's concern echoed through the speaker.

"After all this walking?" Eddie sneered, retrieving a large, dark grey flashlight from the back pocket of his pants. "I'm absolutely going in." The beam of light cut through the shadows as Eddie approached the enigmatic cabin, ready to unravel its secrets.

The door, resistant after years of neglect, yielded begrudgingly to Eddie's efforts. He leaned his right shoulder into the wooden frame, silently thanking Black Sabbath for the choice of a black leather jacket instead of denim, preventing his shoulder from soaking in the dampness.

With a few grunts and near slips on the wet leaves, Eddie managed to pull the door open. Surprisingly, no one lunged at him, and no creatures scurried out in protest. As the entrance revealed its interior, Eddie found exactly what Jim had described—a dreary, dilapidated space with cobwebs clinging to every available nook and cranny. The cabin stood in eerie stillness.

Eddie pointed his flashlight into every corner, squinting in the hope of discovering something magical. The walkie-talkie now rested in the pocket of his leather jacket, having served its purpose. As the flashlight shifted from his left to his right hand, he surveyed the room, only to find himself face-to-face with the mundane reality he had described earlier. Opening the wooden cupboards beneath the tables, he sighed in disappointment, though a subtle sense of humour seemed to linger in the elderly man's choices.

Amidst the rusted tools and forgotten items, Eddie's laughter echoed as he stumbled upon a surprising discovery. Notes, presumably penned by the elderly inhabitant, revealed a whimsical world. "Little pixie's new dresses. She preferred the green one the best," Eddie read aloud, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His fingers traced through the fabrics. More notes followed, disclosing further insights. "Pixie did not like the texture of the fabric for her new bed. She didn't like the doll toy cushion I purchased from the kids' store and asked if I could look for a round leaf to use as a blanket and pillow. She's demanding but fascinating." Eddie's laughter echoed through the quiet cabin, unravelling a touch of warmth in this otherwise desolate place.

Perhaps Eddie's assumption that Owen possessed a sense of humour was off the mark, and a more realistic inference suggested that the man might have been a bit eccentric.

"There's nothing really?" Dustin's disappointment mirrored Eddie's own feelings moments before the discovery of the notes.

"No, Jim was right." Eddie pulled open another cabinet door, practically squatting on the ground, searching for more clues to unravel the enigma of Owen. "There are some random notes without importance and-." His words trailed off as a startling realization hit him. What was that?

Eddie winced at the shrill sound of the cabinet door fully opening, but his attention remained fixed on what lay before him. A small bed, fashioned from leaves and various natural elements he couldn't quite identify, came into view. A bed, just a little smaller than his hand. As he approached, Eddie was confronted with an unbelievable sight, causing him to blink repeatedly and question if perhaps he had been given something other than marijuana by his usual seller.

"Holy fuck." The exclamation escaped Eddie's lips involuntarily as his gaze remained fixed on the extraordinary sight before him. Unbeknownst to him, the walkie-talkie's button had been inadvertently touched, and his shocked words triggered a flurry of hurried and out-of-turn inquiries from his friends on the other end.

Oblivious to the barrage of questions, Eddie retrieved the walkie-talkie from his jacket pocket, keeping his focus on the astonishing scene in front of him. "I'll see you guys tomorrow at school." With that, he ensured the device was switched off, warding off any incoming signals, and tucked it back into his jacket pocket.

In front of him lay a minuscule body, barely half the size of his palm, with hair cascading over a leaf cushion. The creature's skin pulsed with a yellowish glow that flickered intermittently. Glancing at its face, Eddie couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something was amiss. But the most perplexing aspect was that he seemed to be gazing at a fairy—a creature that, by all logical standards, didn't exist. Right?

"Are you..." Eddie's voice trailed off, hardly audible, as he struggled to come to terms with the surreal scene unfolding before him. Engaging in conversation seemed a daunting task when faced with the presence of a creature he couldn't believe existed. "Are you okay?"

The tiny creature, seemingly unaware of Eddie's presence until now, suddenly took notice. This unexpected reaction bewildered Eddie, considering he hadn't exactly been quiet—laughing and walking on the ground with audible steps. Despite the apparent fright, the fairy quickly settled on her leaf bed, gasping and fixing a terrified gaze on the odd figure before her.

Eddie took a moment to observe the enchanting being before him. Dressed in a radiant white garment with long sleeves, she emanated a delicate charm complemented by periwinkle wings that adorned her back. However, Eddie couldn't ignore the slight imperfection on the top of her right wing, a fold that suggested an old injury yet to fully heal. A surge of questions flooded Eddie's mind. Had Owen been caring for this fairy, providing her with a secure haven in the cottage? How long had she been here, waiting since Owen's passing over nine years ago, in this weakened state? Without apparent sustenance, had she been surviving all this time? Did fairies even need to eat or drink? The influx of questions left Eddie overwhelmed as he grappled with the astonishing reality unfolding before him.

"I'm Eddie Munson," he introduced himself, hoping to ease the tiny fairy's apprehension. However, she only retreated, tumbling off her leaf bed and emitting a small sound that conveyed a mix of fear and discomfort. Eddie attempted to approach with caution, extending his hand towards her, but she scuttled into a corner of the cabinet, making Eddie acutely aware of the visibility of his every move.

"I apologise. I don't mean to hurt you. I stumbled upon this cabin one day and have been..." Eddie hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Were you... a friend of Owen?"

At the mention of the elderly man's name, the fairy seemed to perk up, nodding eagerly and adjusting herself to get a better view, awaiting Eddie's next words.

"Have you been waiting for him?" Eddie inquired. The fairy nodded enthusiastically, her wide eyes filled with anticipation, yearning for Owen's return. "I'm sorry, but Owen passed away around 9 years ago. How have you..." Eddie's voice wavered, a mix of heartbreak and astonishment evident. "Have you been surviving on your own?"

The fairy, her spirit dampened by the news of Owen's passing, looked up at Eddie. Despite the tears she wiped away, her wide, round eyes carried a warmth that, somehow, conveyed a mystical and unfamiliar sense, fostering a newfound trust in the stranger before her.

"Squeak squeak squeak squeak," she vocalized, a series of high-pitched sounds that Eddie found both perplexing and intriguing.

"So you've been here alone?" Eddie's eyes widened in astonishment.

The fairy nodded vigorously, marvelling that the person in front of her could understand her. Okay, she'd only encountered three. A child who had become lost in the wilderness but was luckily discovered a few hours later, and Owen. They stated they heard high-pitched noises as she 'spoke.' However, this man, Eddie Munson, could comprehend her.

Eddie's eyes widened. "So you've been here alone?"

"Squeak squeak squeak."

"You hurt your wing?" Eddie winced, attempting to get a better look. His hand reached out to her once again, and this time, she allowed the grace of his fingertips against her feverish skin.

Little did Eddie know, she was a special fairy. Rejected by others of her kind due to the shine in her eyes, her thirst for adventure, and her incredible curiosity towards humans. When she was hurt and trapped in a trap for animals, Owen found her. He nurtured her back to health to the point where she promised her loyalty to him—an unprecedented act for her kind. This loyalty was significant, and for the last nine years during Owen's absence, she had endured constant and insufferable pain. A pain that fairies experience when the person they promised loyalty to disappears, for whatever reasons. After a decade of suffering, fairies become what they are known for; pixie dust. Eddie had found her before her own tragic transformation, offering her a chance at a different fate.

"Come with me." Eddie's heart raced like it had never beaten before. The thought of leaving her behind, vulnerable to the possibility of someone else discovering this hidden spot and subjecting her to torment or revealing her existence, made Eddie feel sick to his stomach. "I can make you dresses," he offered, shaking his head in determination. "Actually, I don't know how to use a needle, but I'll learn! I can learn, and I will feed and protect you." Eddie glanced around the cabin anxiously. "I don't believe it's a good idea for you to stay here. People have fabricated stories about this cottage. It's only a matter of time until they decide to come here and investigate."

The pixie rose on unsteady knees and approached Eddie with whirling fingers, allowing him to discern her weakness and the fact that her shining should not flicker. "Are you weak?" Eddie inquired, and the pixie nodded, glancing at Eddie's hand, palm up, which rested in the cabinet not too close to her as she talked about fairies' loyalty.

Eddie listened intently, and his genuine concern made the pixie feel less vulnerable. "I promise to protect you as Owen did, and..." he continued, looking behind her. "I'd want to look at your magnificent wing. Try to heal it." Eddie's words carried a sincerity that resonated with the pixie, fostering a newfound trust in the human who had unexpectedly entered her secluded world.

The pixie, trusting in Eddie's sincerity, stepped into his palm and lay down on it, her delicate face caressing against his skin. She spoke in a voice barely audible, promising her loyalty to him. It was a solemn vow, a fairy's promise of loyalty, and she had chosen Eddie as the last person to whom she would make this commitment.

Eddie, overwhelmed with happiness and disbelief, marvelled at the tiny being now nestled in his hand. His joy, however, was tempered by the realisation that she was feverish. Concern etched across his face, he regarded the pixie with newfound determination, determined to keep his promise and protect her, just as Owen had done.

The rain began to fall, a gentle patter on the leaves and a soothing symphony to accompany Eddie's purposeful strides. Holding the tiny pixie in his palm, he protected her from the onset of the raindrops, using his free hand to create a small shield against the weather. The dampness was inconsequential; all that mattered was ensuring her well-being.

The woods, once an intriguing mystery, now seemed to envelop Eddie with a sense of purpose. Every step carried a weight of responsibility as he navigated through the trees, mindful of the fragile creature in his hand. The journey that had taken him minutes before now seemed to fly by in a blur, Eddie's determination propelling him forward.

As he neared his van, the dull hum of the rain against the leaves intensified. Eddie carefully opened the vehicle, making a makeshift sanctuary for the pixie to shield her from the elements.

Inside the van, Eddie glanced down at the tiny pixie, still nestled in his hand. Her radiant wings glistened, even in the dim light of the rainy day. The warmth of her loyalty, pledged to him in a language only they could comprehend, stirred a unique connection between them. As he drove away from the mystical cabin, Eddie couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was destined, and the pixie, once hidden in the depths of the forest, was now under his protection—a responsibility he embraced with newfound purpose.

That is how the story of Eddie and the pixie, you, began—a magnificent connection forged on the grounds of trust, loyalty, love, and fate. Once Eddie returned home, his care for you extended beyond mere protection from the elements.

Feeding you proved to be a challenging task, but Eddie was determined. He scoured his home for little items that could serve as your essentials, crafting a makeshift bed out of an old t-shirt stuffed with cotton pads. As he gazed upon you, nestled in your tiny abode, Eddie's eyes betrayed the weariness and anguish that had accompanied him from the mysterious cabin. Fearful of leaving you alone, his delicate hands, which you had initially perceived as incredibly gentle, fidgeted together as if hesitant to let you out of his sight.

Eddie, grateful for the information that led him to the cabin and ultimately to the pixie, found himself picking up the phone to call Jim Hopper. Without delving into any details, he simply thanked Jim for indirectly guiding him to the haven of the cabin and Owen's legacy. However, confusion clouded Jim's response, as he claimed to have never personally known Owen and insisted that he and Eddie had never discussed such matters. It left Eddie pondering the mysterious circumstances that had led him to the cabin, realizing that fate played a hand in the unfolding of this extraordinary chapter in his life.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

Tagging some individuals who wanted to be tagged or interacted with Tinkerbell!Reader when the previous work I wrote about it came out: @took-me-hours-to-steal-those - @angelbaby-fics - @emmyshortcake -

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Ailing Wings, Gentle Hands | Eddie Munson

Eddie x Tinkerbell!Fem!Reader

Summary: In a quaint town shrouded in mystery, Eddie's curiosity leads him to an abandoned cabin, where the discovery of a hidden fairy alters the course of his life. How Eddie and Tinkerbell!Reader met. Check more Tinkerbell!Fem!Reader.

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Mentions of death off-screen, marihuana, swearing (as always).

All Rights Reserved. The author, me, does not allow any type of copy or adaption.

"Are you still alive?" The unexpected voice jolted Eddie, causing his left shoe to slip into the severed sole of his right, narrowly avoiding a tumble onto the damp leaves below.

Eddie had long been captivated by the small, dark wooden cabin nestled in the heart of the expansive forest—a place seemingly untouched by human presence for ages. Whispers circulated through town, weaving tales of a notorious serial killer from Hawkins' past who purportedly used the cabin as a sinister stage for his heinous acts. Some even claimed that intrepid souls who ventured inside met a grisly fate at the hands of this malevolent figure.

However, law enforcement, led by Jim, vehemently denied these rumours. Jim insisted that he had thoroughly investigated the cabin, revealing it to be a single, cramped room filled with seemingly useless items and tools. According to him, there was no evidence to support the sinister narrative; instead, the cabin belonged to an elderly recluse who dwelled in the forest, rarely venturing into town. This mysterious man found solace in the company of woodland creatures, often aiding injured animals and rescuing those ensnared in traps.

Owen, the man who once called the forest his home, had met an untimely demise due to a heart attack a few years ago. His passing was shrouded in solitude, as he lived alone in his forest dwelling, completely cut off from the town. The news of Owen's death only surfaced when Peter Meyer, the former owner of the tool store, noticed the absence of Owen's weekly visits in search of better tools.

This triggered a police investigation that led to the discovery of Owen's lifeless body in his house. At the age of 75, he had passed away peacefully in his sleep, spared the agony of a lingering end. However, the sad twist in the tale was that Owen's body had remained undiscovered for at least six days.

"Eddie? Are you being tortured by a serial killer?" Dustin's voice pierced the quiet, startling Eddie as it emanated from the walkie-talkie clutched tightly in his right hand.

Suppressing a chuckle, Eddie brought the device closer to his lips and pressed the button, allowing him to respond to the concerned kid on the other end. "Don't you think I would be screaming if that were the case?" Eddie's reassurance hung in the air as Dustin's voice, tinged with nervousness, remained silent for a few minutes. Eddie continued his approach towards the cabin, the proximity sending a chill down his spine, as he realised he had never been this close to it before.

The cabin, genuinely petite, bore the aftermath of heavy rain, with a distinct scent emanating from its dark wooden exterior. Neglected and abandoned, the location had become a canvas for plant sprouts, thriving in a space where life seemingly shouldn't persist.

Despite the dispelling of rumours, Eddie pondered the lingering fear that held people back from exploring the mysterious cabin firsthand. His curiosity, once merely a fascination, led him closer than ever before, a venture he never anticipated until reassured by Jim Hopper that there was nothing to fear. Trusting the words of the town's chief, Eddie hopped into his van, driving as close to the forest as possible before embarking on a several-minute trek to unveil the legendary place.

"Are you close to it?" Dustin's voice crackled through the walkie-talkie.

"Yeah," Eddie observed the cabin, its only two windows flanking the solitary entrance showing signs of wear. Someone, presumably Owen in his time, had attempted repairs multiple times, only to eventually cover them with a makeshift cloth.

"Are you really going to go in?" Dustin's concern echoed through the speaker.

"After all this walking?" Eddie sneered, retrieving a large, dark grey flashlight from the back pocket of his pants. "I'm absolutely going in." The beam of light cut through the shadows as Eddie approached the enigmatic cabin, ready to unravel its secrets.

The door, resistant after years of neglect, yielded begrudgingly to Eddie's efforts. He leaned his right shoulder into the wooden frame, silently thanking Black Sabbath for the choice of a black leather jacket instead of denim, preventing his shoulder from soaking in the dampness.

With a few grunts and near slips on the wet leaves, Eddie managed to pull the door open. Surprisingly, no one lunged at him, and no creatures scurried out in protest. As the entrance revealed its interior, Eddie found exactly what Jim had described—a dreary, dilapidated space with cobwebs clinging to every available nook and cranny. The cabin stood in eerie stillness.

Eddie pointed his flashlight into every corner, squinting in the hope of discovering something magical. The walkie-talkie now rested in the pocket of his leather jacket, having served its purpose. As the flashlight shifted from his left to his right hand, he surveyed the room, only to find himself face-to-face with the mundane reality he had described earlier. Opening the wooden cupboards beneath the tables, he sighed in disappointment, though a subtle sense of humour seemed to linger in the elderly man's choices.

Amidst the rusted tools and forgotten items, Eddie's laughter echoed as he stumbled upon a surprising discovery. Notes, presumably penned by the elderly inhabitant, revealed a whimsical world. "Little pixie's new dresses. She preferred the green one the best," Eddie read aloud, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His fingers traced through the fabrics. More notes followed, disclosing further insights. "Pixie did not like the texture of the fabric for her new bed. She didn't like the doll toy cushion I purchased from the kids' store and asked if I could look for a round leaf to use as a blanket and pillow. She's demanding but fascinating." Eddie's laughter echoed through the quiet cabin, unravelling a touch of warmth in this otherwise desolate place.

Perhaps Eddie's assumption that Owen possessed a sense of humour was off the mark, and a more realistic inference suggested that the man might have been a bit eccentric.

"There's nothing really?" Dustin's disappointment mirrored Eddie's own feelings moments before the discovery of the notes.

"No, Jim was right." Eddie pulled open another cabinet door, practically squatting on the ground, searching for more clues to unravel the enigma of Owen. "There are some random notes without importance and-." His words trailed off as a startling realization hit him. What was that?

Eddie winced at the shrill sound of the cabinet door fully opening, but his attention remained fixed on what lay before him. A small bed, fashioned from leaves and various natural elements he couldn't quite identify, came into view. A bed, just a little smaller than his hand. As he approached, Eddie was confronted with an unbelievable sight, causing him to blink repeatedly and question if perhaps he had been given something other than marijuana by his usual seller.

"Holy fuck." The exclamation escaped Eddie's lips involuntarily as his gaze remained fixed on the extraordinary sight before him. Unbeknownst to him, the walkie-talkie's button had been inadvertently touched, and his shocked words triggered a flurry of hurried and out-of-turn inquiries from his friends on the other end.

Oblivious to the barrage of questions, Eddie retrieved the walkie-talkie from his jacket pocket, keeping his focus on the astonishing scene in front of him. "I'll see you guys tomorrow at school." With that, he ensured the device was switched off, warding off any incoming signals, and tucked it back into his jacket pocket.

In front of him lay a minuscule body, barely half the size of his palm, with hair cascading over a leaf cushion. The creature's skin pulsed with a yellowish glow that flickered intermittently. Glancing at its face, Eddie couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something was amiss. But the most perplexing aspect was that he seemed to be gazing at a fairy—a creature that, by all logical standards, didn't exist. Right?

"Are you..." Eddie's voice trailed off, hardly audible, as he struggled to come to terms with the surreal scene unfolding before him. Engaging in conversation seemed a daunting task when faced with the presence of a creature he couldn't believe existed. "Are you okay?"

The tiny creature, seemingly unaware of Eddie's presence until now, suddenly took notice. This unexpected reaction bewildered Eddie, considering he hadn't exactly been quiet—laughing and walking on the ground with audible steps. Despite the apparent fright, the fairy quickly settled on her leaf bed, gasping and fixing a terrified gaze on the odd figure before her.

Eddie took a moment to observe the enchanting being before him. Dressed in a radiant white garment with long sleeves, she emanated a delicate charm complemented by periwinkle wings that adorned her back. However, Eddie couldn't ignore the slight imperfection on the top of her right wing, a fold that suggested an old injury yet to fully heal. A surge of questions flooded Eddie's mind. Had Owen been caring for this fairy, providing her with a secure haven in the cottage? How long had she been here, waiting since Owen's passing over nine years ago, in this weakened state? Without apparent sustenance, had she been surviving all this time? Did fairies even need to eat or drink? The influx of questions left Eddie overwhelmed as he grappled with the astonishing reality unfolding before him.

"I'm Eddie Munson," he introduced himself, hoping to ease the tiny fairy's apprehension. However, she only retreated, tumbling off her leaf bed and emitting a small sound that conveyed a mix of fear and discomfort. Eddie attempted to approach with caution, extending his hand towards her, but she scuttled into a corner of the cabinet, making Eddie acutely aware of the visibility of his every move.

"I apologise. I don't mean to hurt you. I stumbled upon this cabin one day and have been..." Eddie hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Were you... a friend of Owen?"

At the mention of the elderly man's name, the fairy seemed to perk up, nodding eagerly and adjusting herself to get a better view, awaiting Eddie's next words.

"Have you been waiting for him?" Eddie inquired. The fairy nodded enthusiastically, her wide eyes filled with anticipation, yearning for Owen's return. "I'm sorry, but Owen passed away around 9 years ago. How have you..." Eddie's voice wavered, a mix of heartbreak and astonishment evident. "Have you been surviving on your own?"

The fairy, her spirit dampened by the news of Owen's passing, looked up at Eddie. Despite the tears she wiped away, her wide, round eyes carried a warmth that, somehow, conveyed a mystical and unfamiliar sense, fostering a newfound trust in the stranger before her.

"Squeak squeak squeak squeak," she vocalized, a series of high-pitched sounds that Eddie found both perplexing and intriguing.

"So you've been here alone?" Eddie's eyes widened in astonishment.

The fairy nodded vigorously, marvelling that the person in front of her could understand her. Okay, she'd only encountered three. A child who had become lost in the wilderness but was luckily discovered a few hours later, and Owen. They stated they heard high-pitched noises as she 'spoke.' However, this man, Eddie Munson, could comprehend her.

Eddie's eyes widened. "So you've been here alone?"

"Squeak squeak squeak."

"You hurt your wing?" Eddie winced, attempting to get a better look. His hand reached out to her once again, and this time, she allowed the grace of his fingertips against her feverish skin.

Little did Eddie know, she was a special fairy. Rejected by others of her kind due to the shine in her eyes, her thirst for adventure, and her incredible curiosity towards humans. When she was hurt and trapped in a trap for animals, Owen found her. He nurtured her back to health to the point where she promised her loyalty to him—an unprecedented act for her kind. This loyalty was significant, and for the last nine years during Owen's absence, she had endured constant and insufferable pain. A pain that fairies experience when the person they promised loyalty to disappears, for whatever reasons. After a decade of suffering, fairies become what they are known for; pixie dust. Eddie had found her before her own tragic transformation, offering her a chance at a different fate.

"Come with me." Eddie's heart raced like it had never beaten before. The thought of leaving her behind, vulnerable to the possibility of someone else discovering this hidden spot and subjecting her to torment or revealing her existence, made Eddie feel sick to his stomach. "I can make you dresses," he offered, shaking his head in determination. "Actually, I don't know how to use a needle, but I'll learn! I can learn, and I will feed and protect you." Eddie glanced around the cabin anxiously. "I don't believe it's a good idea for you to stay here. People have fabricated stories about this cottage. It's only a matter of time until they decide to come here and investigate."

The pixie rose on unsteady knees and approached Eddie with whirling fingers, allowing him to discern her weakness and the fact that her shining should not flicker. "Are you weak?" Eddie inquired, and the pixie nodded, glancing at Eddie's hand, palm up, which rested in the cabinet not too close to her as she talked about fairies' loyalty.

Eddie listened intently, and his genuine concern made the pixie feel less vulnerable. "I promise to protect you as Owen did, and..." he continued, looking behind her. "I'd want to look at your magnificent wing. Try to heal it." Eddie's words carried a sincerity that resonated with the pixie, fostering a newfound trust in the human who had unexpectedly entered her secluded world.

The pixie, trusting in Eddie's sincerity, stepped into his palm and lay down on it, her delicate face caressing against his skin. She spoke in a voice barely audible, promising her loyalty to him. It was a solemn vow, a fairy's promise of loyalty, and she had chosen Eddie as the last person to whom she would make this commitment.

Eddie, overwhelmed with happiness and disbelief, marvelled at the tiny being now nestled in his hand. His joy, however, was tempered by the realisation that she was feverish. Concern etched across his face, he regarded the pixie with newfound determination, determined to keep his promise and protect her, just as Owen had done.

The rain began to fall, a gentle patter on the leaves and a soothing symphony to accompany Eddie's purposeful strides. Holding the tiny pixie in his palm, he protected her from the onset of the raindrops, using his free hand to create a small shield against the weather. The dampness was inconsequential; all that mattered was ensuring her well-being.

The woods, once an intriguing mystery, now seemed to envelop Eddie with a sense of purpose. Every step carried a weight of responsibility as he navigated through the trees, mindful of the fragile creature in his hand. The journey that had taken him minutes before now seemed to fly by in a blur, Eddie's determination propelling him forward.

As he neared his van, the dull hum of the rain against the leaves intensified. Eddie carefully opened the vehicle, making a makeshift sanctuary for the pixie to shield her from the elements.

Inside the van, Eddie glanced down at the tiny pixie, still nestled in his hand. Her radiant wings glistened, even in the dim light of the rainy day. The warmth of her loyalty, pledged to him in a language only they could comprehend, stirred a unique connection between them. As he drove away from the mystical cabin, Eddie couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was destined, and the pixie, once hidden in the depths of the forest, was now under his protection—a responsibility he embraced with newfound purpose.

That is how the story of Eddie and the pixie, you, began—a magnificent connection forged on the grounds of trust, loyalty, love, and fate. Once Eddie returned home, his care for you extended beyond mere protection from the elements.

Feeding you proved to be a challenging task, but Eddie was determined. He scoured his home for little items that could serve as your essentials, crafting a makeshift bed out of an old t-shirt stuffed with cotton pads. As he gazed upon you, nestled in your tiny abode, Eddie's eyes betrayed the weariness and anguish that had accompanied him from the mysterious cabin. Fearful of leaving you alone, his delicate hands, which you had initially perceived as incredibly gentle, fidgeted together as if hesitant to let you out of his sight.

Eddie, grateful for the information that led him to the cabin and ultimately to the pixie, found himself picking up the phone to call Jim Hopper. Without delving into any details, he simply thanked Jim for indirectly guiding him to the haven of the cabin and Owen's legacy. However, confusion clouded Jim's response, as he claimed to have never personally known Owen and insisted that he and Eddie had never discussed such matters. It left Eddie pondering the mysterious circumstances that had led him to the cabin, realizing that fate played a hand in the unfolding of this extraordinary chapter in his life.

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Tagging some individuals who wanted to be tagged or interacted with Tinkerbell!Reader when the previous work I wrote about it came out: @took-me-hours-to-steal-those - @angelbaby-fics - @emmyshortcake -

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The Dust Menace | Eddie Munson

Eddie x Tinkerbell!Reader

Summary: Just some situations with Eddie and Tinkerbell!Reader

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Jealous reader, swearing (as always), mention of drugs, bullying (Jason being an asshole). Mostly, fluffy and cute. Working on part 2 for this! If this post does good, I will upload it.

All Rights Reserved. The author, me, does not allow any type of copy or adaption.

Eddie knocked twice on the door of his trailer before opening it. He looked around as soon as he walked in, making sure there was no one in the way or any type of mess. Fortunately, Uncle Wayne had opted to clean up some of the filth on the trailer the day before. Mostly because he had landed on a pizza slide that appeared to be turning green.

Eddie went in after making sure there was nothing weird or out of the ordinary, leaving the door wide open for Chrissy Cunningham to enter. She did so sheepishly, fiddling with her fingers as she looked around.

"I welcome you to my palace," Eddie smirked as he spread his arms wide. "I apologise for the mess. The butler has taken the day off." He joked, hoping to lighten the situation.

Chrissy appeared to be really anxious. She had never brought drugs before, but she had asked him for something strong that would lull her into a night of good deep sleep at night. To be honest, Eddie believed there could be other options, but who was he to say no or overlook a large sum of money? Even if he had offered a discount.

"I like it." She couldn't keep a smile on her face as she looked everywhere. It was unfortunate that someone had to live in such a cramped space. Especially two individuals.

Eddie chuckled and peered around uneasily. "Let me see." Where had he left it? Not in his room because if he had, he would have smoked or consumed it, so where?

He planned to grab the pills swiftly and hand them to Chrissy, as well as get the money and get her to leave the trailer before-.

"Ouch," Eddie turned back to find Chrissy stroking the back of her leg.

Oh no. "Are you okay?" He said, clearly worried.

"Yeah," she agreed, peering around again as though looking for something. "Do you have a cat?" No, he didn't. But he had something feistier. "I felt something scratching me."

Eddie fumbled. "Are you sure?" Someone was going to get in trouble. "It has to be Snickers." He spoke hurriedly. "This old lady lives next to my trailer," he said. "She has this tiny kitty that is a troublemaker and extremely good at hiding." As his gaze travelled from one spot to another, his statements became more forceful. "He enjoys getting into my trailer."

Scratching the back of his head, he proceeded to the sofa, slipping his hands between the cushions, looking for the drugs, but another shriek of agony sent him spinning.

Chrissy was stroking an area on the back of her head this time. "I swear I felt someone yanking on my hair."

Eddie sucked anxiously. "You said you hadn't slept, didn't you?" She nodded. "It could be your body tricking you."

Chrissy nodded. She was so desperate and fatigued at the time that she could easily believe anything. "Here they are!" Eddie was overjoyed.

"Thank you." As Eddie explained how to take them, she snatched the bag from him and hurriedly placed it into her backpack. Then he stopped talking as soon as she handed him the money. "I'm leaving now." Eddie agreed, hurrying to the door and opening it for her as Chrissy took one last look around before leaving.

Eddie sighed, laying his back against the door and shutting his eyes, taking a big breath when the door was closed and the cheerleader was far enough. "Lil' one," Eddie muttered, irritated.

From where you were hiding, you could sense his annoyance as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Come out." You kept quiet, knowing he was mad and would lecture you. "That was not funny." He continued, standing in the same spot and narrowing his eyes as if he could see you.

Your new hiding spot, on the other hand, was fantastic.

Eddie had hit the wall one day, enraged by something that had happened at school, and had made a denture out of it. He had covered it with a Black Sabbath poster to hide it from Uncle Wayne. You had pierced Ozzy Osbourne's eye, allowing you to remain concealed but observe everything from behind the picture.

"You were cruel, Y/N." You huffed. How could he label you as mean? He'd taken a female with him to the trailer. "Chrissy came here simply to get drugs, and you know it." You despised that. Well, Eddie was extremely attractive in your eyes, so perhaps the cheerleader's intentions were different. "What if you had scared her away and she decided not to buy?" Eddie would have lost a lot of money. "Or what if she had seen you?" You knew it was a horrible idea. If someone stumbled upon you, they would… Just thinking about it made you shiver. "She would have told others, and they would have come here to find you. They could take you away from me." The curly-haired lad shook his head, disappointed, and headed to his room, which meant he was no longer in your line of sight. 

You relaxed a little, looking around the dark space and knowing that you'd end up sleeping there solely to avoid Eddie. When you turned back to look through the hole, you were greeted by a massive brown eye with golden flecks. "I've got you." You exclaimed. How did he find you?

The poster was removed off the wall, bringing you face to face with Eddie. "New hiding place, uh?" You floated in front of his face, twiddling your fingers and toes. "Y/N. What drove you to do it?" You shook your head. "Don't give me that." You huffed, your arms crossed in front of your chest. "Hey, hey." He scoffed. "How come you're the one who's upset? I'm the one who's upset! You should not have done that, Y/N! Chrissy is a good girl." You gasped, pained. "What? No. What exactly are you saying?" You shrieked and flew slowly towards Eddie's bedroom. "I never said that she was a gooder girl than you! Why are you turning your back on me?" He was following you. "You little menace, I am the one who should be doing that."

Eddie shook his head, unhappy that you had turned the matter around, but he had to agree that when your entire complexion became red, signalling that you were angry, you looked very cute. However, this time the red had a slight blue tint to it, indicating that you were jealous.

"Done!" Eddie smiled as he lifted his Hellfire shirt. He'd stitched a pocket on the front of it, right next to his heart.

Eddie would go to class every day and return a couple of hours later because you would get terribly sick if he was gone for too long. Eddie was always worried while he was away.

He remembered that day after class when there was a tremendous thunderstorm. He had to wait at least 2 hours before getting in his van and driving to you, and when he got to the trailer, you were resting on his pillow with a high temperature. Eddie Munson had been scared to death.

You were perched on his shoulder, which was without a doubt your favourite spot. "I'm the master." You rolled your eyes as he complimented himself, not daring to say anything that might make his attitude worsen. 

The pocket was poorly sewn.

He'd used red thread for it, and it was rather visible, but at the very least, you'd be allowed to attend school with him. Hopefully, that Chrissy girl would not approach him.

Eddie had warned you to be a good girl on the way to school, and you had bobbed your head, pleased to be going to school with him. You were aware, though, that certain individuals caused him trouble, which bothered you.

Even though it was poorly made, the pocket was comfy. You were near enough to Eddie to feel his heartbeat on your back. For the time being, he appeared apprehensive, maybe because he was taking you to school for the first time and knew he would have to pay special attention to you.

Eddie strolled to the school doors after parking his van, softly tucking you farther into his pocket. He thought the way you grasped his shirt as you glanced about with big eyes was endearing, but he didn't want anyone noticing you.

He had been preoccupied, quietly smiling in your way when he toppled over. Jason and his gang had, of course, tripped him. "What are you grinning about, freak?" Jason yelled, causing bystanders to gaze their way and his goonies to laugh hysterically.

"Was wondering whether your dignity was on this level." He motioned to the ground. "Can't seem to find it." He grinned. "Must be even lower." Munson looked down as he patted his chest. You were in an unusual posture, which was most likely caused by Jason tripping Eddie. You promptly attempted to sit properly, rubbing your head to ensure that your hair was in perfect shape. Eddie breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that nothing had happened to you. Eddie mumbled, "I'm sorry, lil' one."

"Now you're talking on your own as if you couldn't be more of a freak." Eddie had come face to face with Jason as he got up from the ground, clutching his backpack. "I heard Chrissy was spotted with you." The mention piqued your interest. "You better not have touched any pretty hair in her head." His tone was low yet firm.

"I'm not interested, Jason." He was completely honest.

"You better." Eddie doubled over as Jason hit him in the stomach. He clutched his abdomen and gulped for oxygen. At the very least, everyone had gone to their lectures, and no one had witnessed Jason striking him. "Fuck off, freak." He smirked, turning around.

Eddie scowled at them before again checking his pocket. He wanted to puke, but not because he was in agony, but because you weren't in his shirt.

Eddie noticed the determination in your body as you flew towards the direction Jason had gone, ready to accomplish whatever you were thinking of doing. "No, no," he grumbled, quickly approaching you and grabbing one of your tiny wings with two of his fingers, making you curse. "What are you up to, tiny lady?" You pointed in that way, and Eddie smiled as he shook his head. "There's no need for you to protect my honour." You sneered and made angry motions with your arms. "I know, I know, but sometimes it's simply best to ignore some dudes, lil' one." You didn't want to dismiss that stupid kid. You intended to cause him pain. Perhaps you could squeeze him all over or tear his hair out. No one should ever approach Eddie Munson. "You're turning crimson." He chuckled, slipping you inside his pocket and caressing your face with the pad of his fingers. As you brushed your face on his thumb, one eye closed, he knew how to calm you down. "All right, let's go to class."

You finally understood why Eddie disliked school so much. It was extremely boring.

You'd sat through all of his lessons, fiddling with the rings on his left hand and sleeping on the palm of his hand a couple of times. Fortunately, he had constructed a barrier with his pencil case and a notepad that would conceal you if anyone happened to gaze in his way.

Eddie chuckled as he ate the food on his tray, glancing in Dustin's way.

You liked to move or float around the table at lunchtime, and Eddie assumed you would constantly attempt to take Dustin's fries since you liked taunting him.

Of course, Dustin didn't find it amusing, however, Eddie felt it was incredibly sweet to see you fly in his direction, holding a fry that seemed enormous compared to you, and of course, you'd always place the fry in his tray. Eddie would smile and say, "Thank you, sweetcheeks."

You'd go back to Eddie after snatching a couple of Dustin's fries and making him complain like "Eddie, discipline your tiny girl," sitting on the edge of his metallic tray and allowing him to scoop some soup with his spoon (he only ordered it for you) to feed you.

Eddie had liked bringing you to school from the first time he did, and everyone else did too, including Dustin, even if he tried to deny it. However, Eddie began to worry because the more you went to school with him, the more you witnessed Jason and his goonies insulting him, and he often had to stop you from doing something to them.

But there came a time when you couldn't be stopped.

During lunch, Eddie was conversing with his buddies, and you were gleefully stealing Dustin's fries, as you often did. Eddie, on the other hand, was surprised not to see you when he looked in the direction of Dustin's tray. His glance darted over the table, looking for you in case you were being mischievous with someone else, but there was no sign of you.

"Oh, fuck my life." Everyone at the table looked at him as soon as he mumbled such a thing, and when they didn't find you perched on his shoulder and swinging on strands of his hair, they worried too. "Where has she gone?" Eddie looked around, his eyes wide open. The hammering of his heart against his chest… What if someone had seen you? What if you were held captive?

"She's there!" Will pointed in the direction of Jason, who was eating lunch next to Chrissy and yelling obscenities. You were hovering behind his back, and if Chrissy turned around, she'd find herself face to face with you.

Eddie didn't even have to think about it, snatching his tray and sprinting towards Jason. You heard him approaching and turned to face him, only to be confronted by his stare. He would do anything to protect you, even if it meant risking his life so Eddie pretended to tumble, spilling his meal all over Jason and allowing you to flutter into his pocket without being spotted.

Everyone gasped as Jason sprang out of his chair, soup streaming down his hair and a murderous sneer on his face as he spun around, glaring at Eddie. "What the heck is your problem, you buffoon?" Eddie gulped quietly, trying not to take a step back. "You did it on purpose." He shouted.

"My bad, I stumbled."

"Over what?" His yells became louder. "Over your own fucking foot?" He took a step closer to Eddie, pushing him back. "You're done, weirdo." Eddie attempted to think of anything to do but before he could, all of Jason's goonies sprang up, ready to beat him.

He gulped as Jason walked closer to him, cracking his knuckles, and closed his eyes as he lifted his arm, preparing to punch him. However, he opened them as soon as he closed them after hearing shocked gasps and shouts.

And my goodness.

Jason Carver was floating in the air with his head down as if someone was dragging him from his feet and shaking him up and down. Eddie was the devil himself, he yelled as his jacket dropped over his face.

He laughed, thinking the scenario amusing.

Eddie walked back towards his table, still chuckling, as everyone else sought to aid Jason or avoided him, fearful of suffering the same fate. "It was hilarious, but I'm not going to forgive you so easily." Eddie's first remark as he leaned back on his table. "You could have been caught, Y/N. What would you do if you were found? What  would I do?" You were saddened because his voice sounded sorrowful. You couldn't just turn aside and let Jason hurt him. "But thank you for being concerned about me, lil' menace."

"D-Does he really understands what she's saying?" When you and Eddie began to argue, Steve's eyes widened and his jaw dropped open. He could only hear Eddie speak logical things, which was already too much for him. But he could only hear squeaks whenever you talked. "Do you understand what she's saying?"

"Absolutely not," Dustin responded while munching on some snacks he discovered in Eddie's kitchen. To be honest, those were the only treats that appeared appetising. "Only he appears to understand her." Eddie seemed to hear regular speech while everyone else heard squeaks. Dustin assumed Eddie's discovery of you was merely the result of fate.

"This is insane." Robin fixed her gaze on the curly-haired lad as he reprimanded the little figure hovering in front of his face.

"Because I told you so, Y/N!" Eddie mumbled, completely enraged. Squeak squeak. "What exactly did you say? What's wrong with that mouth of yours?" Squeak squeak. "I never say anything like that!" Squeak squeak. "No, no. This is far worse than when you said Black Sabbath merely shouts. Who in their right mind believes that?" Squeak squeak squeak. "You didn't go back there!" He beckoned you with his finger. "You realise you're a little motherfucker?" Squeak. "Did you just call me a motherfucker?!"

"You perish." Eddie smiled as he tossed the dice onto the table. Nonetheless, the outcome was not what he required to execute Dustin.

Fortunately for him, you had observed and kicked the dice, causing it to land in another position, causing Dustin to whine and argue that it was not fair since you two were cheating.

"How can you accuse my little pixie and me of cheating? You are the one who chose the worst option." Eddie sent a peek your way, delivering you one of his most fabulous smiles and a wink that made you feel all thrilled. "Come here." He muttered. You were quick to fly his way. "Well done, sweetcheeks." You moved in closer, pecking the tip of his nose.

Eddie was blushing this time, and he reddened even more as you tapped your lips with your fingertips. Eddie blushed whenever you requested that, especially in front of others, but knowing your temper, he was eager to do what you asked.

Eddie puckered his lips slightly, and you shot in that way, brushing up against a little section of his lip. His buddies' laughter was little in comparison to the joy on your face.

You yawned. "Are you tired?" Eddie nodded and placed his hand beneath your legs, allowing you to sit on his palm. "We'll be back home soon. I promise." He carefully slipped you inside his pocket. "You're safe and sound, little menace."

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A/N: What did you guys think of it? I have more ideas for Tinkerbell!Reader plus King!Eddie.

Let me know what you think. I would appreciate it very much <3

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JAVIER PENA in every scene — 12/?

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and at the end of the day, people will still hate women.

because beyonce is a terrible songwriter who has a good body and nothing more and she's really nothing compared to olivia rodrigo, that stuck-up bitch who steals other people's music, but taylor swift is an old, bitter nothing who clearly hates other girls. and sabrina carpenter deserves to die because she followed her heart, not her brain, and that's exactly why zendaya will never be good enough for tom holland. don't forget about kylie jenner, who's stealing precious timothee's innocence away and dating her is like committing arthouse cinema suicide, or how we said the same thing about miley cyrus and her disgusting profanity, think of the children, poor liam hemsworth, trapped in a marriage with such a horrible woman. lana del rey was hot until she was big and she made trailerpark sexy until her ass got a little too fat. and ariana grande, talentless homewrecker, and selena gomez, jealous and unreasonable, and hailey bieber, even more boring than the blood drying on the knives you are so quick to pull. sophie turner is a bad mom and megan thee stallion deserved whatever was coming to her.

and amidst all of this, we still don't know these women. we cannot fathom the pain of having a public divorce, one where people choose sides and hurl insults at you until the battery on their phone dies. we don't watch them chase after sweet-cheeked children in tucked-away backyards or play board games with their best friends while their chests heave in laughter. we don't know their marriages and we don't know their solitudes. we don't watch them unravel themselves, time and time again, preparing for the battle that we have made of their lives. they can never make a mistake. they can never cry. they can never be who they believe themselves to be.

and we take all of this and we go to work, we ride the bus, we go grocery shopping, we walk in dappled sunlight, and we let ourselves shrivel. i compare myself to every body i see and i comfort in the fact that i can still encircle my wrists with my fingers. food turns to dust in my mouth when i think about the fact that taylor swift thinks she's fat and people still hate sabrina carpenter for sticking by joshua bassett's side when he almost died, for God's sake, and now the people on my twitter feed are saying GUTS is the worst album they've ever heard. i liked it, the tiny voice in my head cries out. she wrote songs that made me feel noticed. they're calling the song i relate to the most a total skip.

so i close the app. i try not to think about the endless profiles screaming about how much they hate a nineteen/thirty-two/thirty-eight/twenty-three/twenty-six/forty-two year old. i try not to think about how much they would hate me, if they knew anything at all.

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[shaking myself by the shoulders] i will get better. i will continue. i have no goddamn choice