#eddie munsen x reader

[eddie-van-munson]

-Young Dad!Eddie who has lost his high-school sweetheart to childbirth, and is now left all alone with his newborn baby girl.

-Young Dad!Eddie who's trying so desperately to ignore his grief that he barely even lets himself sleep for the first several weeks of his daughter's life.

-Young Dad!Eddie who struggles to accept help from Wayne or Robin and  Steve...anyone really...because he's trying so hard to do right by the love he's lost.

-Young Dad!Eddie that's determined to prove to himself that he's going to be able to take care of this angel that he's been left with.

-Young Dad!Eddie that owes everything to Wayne, who takes care of his little love all day long so that Eddie can work double, or even triple shifts to make ends meet.

-Young Dad!Eddie that lives to hold his baby girl. Who sits in bed alone with his newborn and giggles to himself as she clumsily tries to nurse the tip of his nose or the apple of his cheek.

-Young Dad!Eddie who carries a snapshot of his daughter's sweet, drooly, toothless grin in his wallet...right along side a well-loved, dog-earred one of her mom.

-Young Dad!Eddie that's so lonely, but can't stomach the idea of trying to meet someone new, despite his loved ones' encouragement

-Young Dad!Eddie who has a deeply buried streak of separation anxiety.

-Young Dad!Eddie who sometimes talks to the photo of his daughter's mother that sits on his beside table...mumbling to her about their baby girl as he drifts off at night.

-Young!Dad Eddie that feels his loneliness so deep in his stomach...like a painful knot.

-Young Dad!Eddie who can feel his body physically relax when he's finally able to scoop up his girl and kiss her chubby little cheeks at the end of his day. 

-Young Dad!Eddie that sings little songs and blows raspberries against his baby's bare tummy to hear her squeal and giggle so loudly.

-Young Dad!Eddie that holds his daughter's tiny foot up to his ear. Hello? Oh, it's for you, ma'am.

-Young Dad!Eddie who lets his angel yank his curls to her little heart's content

-Young Dad!Eddie who will often fall asleep with his daughter resting against his bare chest (even though he's technically not supposed to) because he needs her with him.

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I want to make this a fic so bad. What do you guys think?

[wayward-mikaelson]

Nothing Last Forever

About: Eddie confesses that he wants to marry you 

Trigger/Warnings: Parental divorce and Death

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Stranger Things Masterlist

This was going to be your year!

Deep down you just knew that it was going to be your year. You worked your ass off for it. You canceled many get-togethers to walk the floor of that old, creaky high school gym. You wanted to grab that rolled up piece of paper that said you graduated and turn around and give all those fucking teachers the middle finger and yell “fuck you.” The thought of this, it made you smile inside. It was your boyfriend's plan really, but he wanted you to do it as well. 

“Y/N Y/L/N, CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE?” The loud voice of your boyfriend pulled you from your thoughts and back to that thing that is called reality. You had a love hate relationship with reality. You looked up to find that your boyfriend was standing on the cafeteria tabletop, his arms were spread out with a huge smile plastered on his face. There was a shine in his eyes you'd never seen before. You were going to ask what he was up to when he looked around the cafeteria. "AND SHE'S BACK!" 

"What–"

Eddie knelt down in front of you, that big grin still on his face. You were dying to know what happened to make him smile that big. He took his hand and placed it under your chin. His fingertips were calloused from the hours of playing his guitar the last few weeks. He wanted to make sure he got that song just right. You smiled and melted right into his touch. If only Eddie knew about the small things he did to you. 

You and Eddie have known each other since grade school. You moved from the hot desert of Tucson, Arizona to Hawkins, Indiana after your parents divorced. Your father wanted nothing to do with you since his mistress got pregnant. So your mother packed you up with what little stuff the two of you owned and drove until she saw a “For Rent” sign on the side of the road. 

It was a small three bedroom double wide trailer with wood flooring and ugly green carpet. Green carpet that was still there years later. But the two of you managed to make it home. A few days after moving in and getting settled in, you were greeted by a boy with long, dark hair and a huge smile on this face. You were outside playing with a few dolls you had and this boy asked to play with you. You were so confused because no one ever wanted to play with you. So you said yes.

Since then, you and Eddie, the two of you, were inseparable. The two of you did almost everything together. You stood up to Eddie's bullies which would get you suspended from school. Was always worth it for you. Eddie would run to the corner store to get you menstrual products and chocolate if your mom couldn’t. At night, when the two of you would hang out late, Eddie would make sure you made it safely home and made sure your house was safe too. 

Two peas in a pod, your mother had called you guys. 

By the time high school came around, you realized that you had developed feelings for your best friend. You spent all of freshman year and half of sophomore year avoiding those feelings because you knew that if you were to share them with Eddie and he didn’t feel the same, your friendship would be over. 

It wasn’t until an argument at a stupid Christman party that you accidentally let it slip about your feelings for him. That night you shared your first kiss with him under the moon wrapped in his jacket. Your first date was at the movies, which just happened to be ruined by Jason Carver. You repaid the favor by throwing a punch at him a few days later when you saw him walk out of the movie store. A punch that got you in trouble with Jim Hopper.

Still a well deserved punch as you thought about that day.

“That’s my princess,” Eddie whispered only for you to hear. It made your heart flutter and you had to muster enough self control to NOT jump up and slam your lips against his. You didn't want to make a scene in front of the whole school. But for now, you settled for the soft but eager look in his eyes. 

Eddie stood up and began to walk the table again. “ALRIGHT EVERYONE!” Eddie shouted. “I HAVE A VERY, VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE!” 

The cafeteria slowly quieted down. All eyes were on Eddie, who slowly stepped off the table. He turned to you, that huge smile still on his face. The softness in his eyes now had a slight bit of shine in them.

"Nobody cares what you have to say, Freak?" 

Jason's voice interrupted Eddie as he was about to speak. You felt your face turn red. Everyone in all of Hawkins knew you disliked, not hated, Jason. He came from a good family, but he was a total dick. He felt entitled to just about anything he touched. Which was why he actually hated you. He couldn’t have you because you didn’t want to go on a date with him. Which was also the reason why he messed up yours and Eddie's first date.

Before anyone like Mike or Dustin could grab you and hold you back, you stood on the table. You, anything but gracefully, made your way towards the edge of the table. You slipped a few times but the people at your table steadied you. You knelt down on one knee and stared directly into Jason’s bright blue eyes.

“Are you sure about that, Carver?” Your voice was calm, but you wore a smirk on our face. “You always, always care what Eddie says. Especially when it concerns me.”

Jason shifted around on his feet. He threw a nervous smile towards his teammates and looked right back at you. You can see he’s trying to be all macho about the whole encounter. “No I don’t,” Jason had scoffed and crossed his arms. 

“Says the boy who’s been obsessed with me since grade school,” You flashed him a wicked smile. “Like dude, get over it already.”

Jason shook his head and you knew that you won. “Whatever, just go fuck yourself.” And with that, Jason motioned for his group of ball freaks to follow him out of the cafeteria. 

You stood up and turned to face Eddie who was looking at you with a bigger smile on his face and  brighter look in his eyes. “You may continue,” you gestured your arms open and smiled at Eddie.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head. “AS SOON AS WE GRADUATED,” He resorted back to yelling, which caused you to chuckle as well. “AM GOING TO MARRY THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF YOU Y/N Y/L/N!” Eddie moved over to you and pulled you down off the table and held you in his arms bridal style. “Only if you still want me.” His voice dropped as he brought his lips to your ear. 

“Of course I’ll still want you, Munsen.” You pulled his face to yours and pressed your lips to his. There are some small groans as the two of you kiss. The table you guys sat at for four years clapped and cheered. All you wanted was to stay in this moment forever. To stay in the firm grip of Eddie that had made you feel safe after all these years. 

And that's what you tried to do.

Your back was pressed against the wall of the school cafeteria. Your heart raced and the tears streamed down your face. You had nowhere else to run. There was nowhere else for you to hide. No matter where you ran or where you hid, he found you. 

What’s taking them so long? You wondered to yourself. 

You waited for what felt like eternity for that song. The one song that you knew would pull you out of this nightmare. But the faint music that Max had described never came.

The air turned cold around you and you knew that he found you. Again. You felt yourself grow small as you watched Vecna stalk towards you. His body looked like he was born from cursed vines. But you knew that was wrong. Vecna used to be human. This place, the Upside Down, made him what he was now.

Vecna walked towards you with his clawed hand stretched out. The tears that rolled down your cheeks only rolled down faster. Your body was frozen in place as you muttered the word “No” over and over again. This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t. 

“It’s time Y/N,” Vecna’s voice sent chills down your spine. “Time for you to join me.”

“No,” you cried. “Please, no.”

Vecna stopped about a foot in front of you. His clouded, blue eyes stared down at you. You felt more tears roll down your cheeks as you shook your head. Vecna raised his hand up to your cheek and wiped the tear from your cheek. At that moment you let out a cry that you knew no one was ever going to hear. 

“There, there,” Vecna said. “It’ll all be over soon.”

You closed your eyes and whispered one last “I love you” for Eddie.

***

Eddie couldn’t move at all, let alone take his eyes off your tarp covered body. It was the only thing that was laying around and Steve used it to cover you. Eddie had already done the crying and the screaming and the yelling. Now, he just sat there. Frozen. Numb. He couldn’t feel anything anymore but the giant hole that ripped his chest open. 

“We failed,” the words came out in a quiet whisper. 

“What?” Dustin asked. He, too, had been crying. You were like a big sister to him.

“We fucking, failed Henderson,” Eddie said louder, causing Dustin to flinch. Dustin has never seen Eddie pissed off like this. Tears of his own started to spill down his face for his friend. “We couldn’t FUCKING SAVE HER!” 

“I know,” Dustin whispered. 

There it was again. The rage. 

Eddie spent over a decade loving you. He knew it from the very first moment he saw you playing in the front of your house. Eddie knew you would be the one thing that tethered him to this planet. Eddie remembered telling his uncle that night, after you had gone inside, that he was going to marry you one day. His uncle laughed and tousled his hair before telling him to get ready for bed. 

Eddie watched you grow into such a beautiful young woman. You were smart and liked to dress up every now and then. But what made you the most comfortable was the jeans and t-shirts. You either wore your hair up in a single hair band or falling around your shoulders. But the one thing that he had loved the most about was that you stood up for him countless times. 

He couldn’t fucking save you. 

But Eddie could still get sweet old revenge.

[needsomehargrovelovin]

IMAGINE

Billy Hargrove broke your heart into a million small pieces. You try to pretend the keg king didn't scar you, but every day after school, you go to Benny's and sit at your old table. Three weeks go by, you're sitting at the same beat up booth. While staring at the cracked plastic seat, you hear a voice. "Hey, Y/n, mind if I sit?" You look up, it's Eddie Munsen, the king of the freaks. You brush a strand of your hair behind your ear and think about his request. Billy already shattered your reputation, so you agree to let the freak sit with you. "You know..." Eddie trails off. "You know, you deserve better than Billy Hargrove. You deserve someone who looks you in the eyes and tells you you're beautiful and that you matter every single day." You hear this and can't help but scoff. You roll your eyes before making eye contact. Eddie looks a way for a brief second and smiles before meeting your gaze once more. "Y/n?" he starts. "Yeah, Eddie?" You look at Eddie, for the first time you actually see him, and he is more attractive than you care to admit. "Y/n, you're beautiful, and you matter." He smiles. You can't help but let out a nervous laugh. You turn away to hide the fact you're blushing. For the first time since Billy, your heart doesn't ache as badly. You look back to Eddie and think to yourself, maybe we could be freaks together.

[linenquinn]

photos that would be in your camera roll if you were dating joseph <3

[meatballdonut]

Let's Go Home: Eddie Munson X Shy! Reader

Summary: the reader never really spoke and tried not to bring attention to herself, but when Dustin says something stupid at lunch she managed to bring unwanted attention her way.

Warnings: Social Anxiety, Panic attack, Low self-esteem, tiny little bit of violence, brief mention of decapitation, I think that's it.

Pairing: Eddie Munson X reader

Word count: 1,620

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You and Eddie have been friends since middle school, and like Eddie, school is not your strong suit. You never really cared though, because as long as you had Eddie with you school was bearable.

When you and Eddie first met, you were placed in the same music class in 7th grade. You never talked to anyone and you tried to avoid being noticed. Despite your efforts, Eddie did notice you. He would talk to you every day without actually getting a response from you as you tried to ignore him and focus on the assignments given. As time went on, he got more and more comfortable with your "talking" arrangement. He knew you were incredibly shy and got anxious when there was too much interaction between you and other people. He would leave notes in your instrument case just to get a smile out of you. Your favorite being "toot toot goes the floot" even though he knew damn well you didn't play the flute. You keep that note with you every day, along with some others that you kept at home.

You would eventually begin speaking small words and phrases to Eddie, which made him flash you the biggest smile you'd ever seen. He was happy you were starting to be comfortable talking to him, even if it was small.

It is now your senior year in high school, and you've developed the biggest crush you could imagine on the "freak" of Hawkins. Of course, you didn't tell him that, opting to keep the safety of keeping things the way they were. Things had changed drastically between the two of you compared to how things were when you first met. Sometimes you can't help but find yourself babbling on and on about things that you don't even know interest Eddie. This led Eddie to fall even more for you, not just because you were okay with being seen with him despite his reputation, but because he was one of the only people with who you were comfortable talking for long periods of time.

You sat with the Hellfire group at lunch listening to them talk about their campaign, things relating to DND, and other nonsensical things. Your favorite topic of today is the life-threating animal that would surely bring fear into everyone's hearts - a goose. You could help but snort at the accusation thrown out by Dustin. which led to everyone's eyes landing on you. this wasn't the first time everyone's focus had been placed on you so it wasnt too out of the ordinary, but lucky you, Jason happened to be walking nearby and heard you laugh.

"Didn't know you liked to hang out with barn animals freak" You hunched over trying to move the focus to anyone other than yourself. . Eddie being Eddie noticed your immediate discomfort but didn't know how to diffuse the situation. "Oh, so the piggy and the freak can't speak?" You weren't big, but you had a poor self-image and the comment went straight to your head. You could feel the tears start to build up in your eyes and your heart rate slightly began to increase. you didn't notice the insults being thrown back and forth between Eddie and Jason until Eddie called him the freak, which for some reason struck a nerve with Jason, which quickly led to them yelling loud enough for everyone in the cafeteria to give the argument all of their attention.

You tried to walk away, which everyone at the Hellfire table understood but Jason and his goons couldn't understand why you were walking away and decided to go after you while Jason and Eddie had their cat fight. "Oink Oink-where ya' going freak lover - Oink Oink" "Awwww piggy going back to the farm" As you made your way to the door two of the basketball players stood in front of the doors to block your escape. "P-please move" Your voice came out quiet and small. when you spoke you didn't dare look at them, knowing they would see your distressed state and that would only add fuel to the fire. "sorry we couldn't hear you, you're gonna have to repeat yourself" you tried to re-create your previous request, but you couldn't muster up the courage to get any words out. As you stood there, you could feel their eyes drilling holes into you, making it even more difficult to speak or move. After a few seconds they got bored of the silence, and the little effort you made to try and get passed them.

Suddenly, with a forceful shove, you were on the ground looking up at them. Tears streaming down your face from the comments that didn't stop coming, the argument happening between Jason and Eddie, and the confrontation happening between you and the two basketball players whose names you'd never bothered to learn. When you landed on the ground, that seemed to be what finally got Eddie's attention back on you. He could see your demeanor, how you slowly sat back up, avoiding anyone's gaze, and your breathing begins to quicken. He knew what was about to happen before you did. He quickly walked away from Jason, leaving him confused at the abrupt end of their argument about social status, and made his way over to you. Shoving anyone in the way and glaring at anyone who tried to stop him. He helped you up, grabbed your books, and began to lead you out of the cafeteria not noticing the two jocks standing in front of the door with mischievous grins on their faces. "Move" His voice coming out the complete opposite of yours, strong and unwavering. Your anxiety growing, and Eddies form protecting yours he quickly pushed pasted the two men and led you out. What seemed to be the end of the entire ordeal finally led to your break. You couldn't seem to catch your breath, your heart was beating out of your chest to a different unknown location, and your thoughts going a million miles an hour but at the same time they were blank.

Eddie pulled you into a tight embrace to try and distract you from the previous events. He was well versed with your anxiety, knowing exactly what to do and when to do it. " you gotta breathe sweetheart" his words were in direct contrast to how he had spoken to the men, he was quiet and relaxed. Your breathing had gotten no slower, you couldn't get enough air in. "shhh I've got ya, I'm right here" He started rocking the two of you back and forth in an attempt of shifting your focus to your movement which almost worked but not enough to bring you out of your head. You started to feel dizzy from the lack of air going into your body, and as if he was psychic, he could sense that you we starting to feel that way.

"Baby please breathe, match my breathing if you have to just please breathe" He had never called you baby before, the small comment was just enough to bring you out of your headspace and match his breathing just like he had said. slowly but surely, you had managed to get your breathing back under control. "good job sweetheart, good job" As you looked up in the attempt to say thank you you couldn't get the words out, exhausted from the ordeal, all you could do was lay your head back on Eddie's chest and sigh. He knew you were grateful but he never expected a thank you. To be completely honest, he liked being the one there for you, he liked being the only person you would let hold you like this. We started rubbing small circles on your back to let you know that he understood what you were trying to communicate.

You both sat there in silence for a bit, neither one wanting to let go, but soon enough the lunch bell rang signaling that everyone who was in the cafeteria was soon to be rushing out the doors. Eddie stood you and himself up and began to walk out towards the doors of the school "Let's go home sweetheart" Eddie knew you weren't one for skipping school, but the fact the he was leading you out by your hand left little room for protest.

The ride home was quiet, the only noise was the quiet hum of his van and the music that was almost silent in the background. You sat there thinking about how he was there for you- just like he always was. You thought about how he called you baby and how right it sounded when it was directed towards you. you were so engulfed by your thoughts you didn't even realize you had made it back to Eddie's trailer.

He led you in and gave you comfortable clothes to wear, including one of his favorite band shirts. "I vote we watch horror movies for the rest of the day and every time someone dies, we pretend it's Jason," He said with a shit-eating grin on his face. you let out a subtle laugh.

"Eddie, I love you" the second half of your statement seemed to get lost but Eddie always heard you no matter how small your voice was.

"I love you too princess, I love you too"

for the rest of the night, you and Eddie did pretend that everyone who died was Jason, which was even funnier when a character was decapitated and their head was thrown into a literal laundry basket, leaving the both of you a hysterical mess. This is how you wanted the rest of your life to be. An Eddie felt the same

[gloxina111]

The Countess Is In Town

-> PAIRING┆The Lost Boys (+ Star and Micheal) x Black! (Kinda) Reader x Eddie Munson

-> CAUTION ┆She/Her Pronouns - Vampires - Gore - Minor Character Death (if you squint) - AFAB Reader - Mind Tricks -

-> INFO ┆ Reader is the daughter of Lestat and Queen Akasha, with habits like the Countess.

-> WORD COUNT ┆1k+

-> NOTE ┆I can redo this as a male reader if you want, also the race of the reader is not specified but well writing this I had a black reading in mind because of them being the daughter of Akasha.

(I'm more than happy to take requests, just nothing weird and or downright gross.)

SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES!

@willow41977

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You and the boy's pulse Star had just arrived in Hawkins Indiana, the whole reason for the trip was to get a few things from one of your older houses. With a parasol and lapis lazuli stones in hand, the eight of you were off and out of the bus that took you from the airport to Hawkins. “I'm thankful you guys decided to come with me,” you smiled at the seven vampires behind you that were looking at the sky in awe. “Also, please remind me to thank you mother Micheal,” you started walking in the direction of one of the many houses you had accumulated over the decades. If it weren't for Micheals's mother volunteering to watch the cave the boys wouldn't have come with you, to your dismay.

On your way through the town, you had seen that there was a new mall and so you just had to course the rest into coming along with you to check it out. You didn’t have a mall in Santa Carla so it was a cool treat since it felt like decades since you had been in one. “Come on Laddie, let's go see if there’s a toy store that we can buy an Atari at,” you grabbed Laddie and Marko and ran off leaving the rest to split up and or join you. Paul ended up following the three of you well Micheal and Star ran off leaving David and Dwayne to buddy up.

Once Paul had caught up you three had already walked into a video and toy store that had been selling Atari’s. “What video cards are we getting,” Marko leaned over your shoulder. “I was thinking demon attack or space invaders,” you held up the two. “Laddie what do you think,” you looked down at the boy that held four video cards in hand. “Can we get them all,” he looked up with big dough eyes, the ones that he knew no one could say no to. “Way not,” you smiled down at the young boy.

Well walking through the mall you had once again separated from your group this time with only Marko. The two of you had been looking for one of Heimat-Los albums that you couldn't find anywhere and well in a record store that's where you two met a long-haired metal head named Eddie. “So, what album are you looking for again,” the aforementioned male asked. “Kromozom 4,” Marko replied wrapping his arms around your waist as he saw how Eddie was looking at you. “Awe, the Heimat-Los album right over here,” Eddie walked you in the direction of the store that was labelled ‘Hardcore/Punk’. “And here is Kromozom 4,” Eddie placed the record in your hands. “Thanks,” you locked eyes before Marko chimed in. “Gag Me With A Spoon,” he huffed, just before Eddie walked the two of you to the front of the store to check out. “That’ll be $4.50,” Eddie handed you the vinyl record which you had grabbed before slipping him a small piece of paper with your house number. “Hope to see you around,” you and Marko walked out just before Marko turned around and winked before taking off.

The two of you had met up with the rest at the food court to grab a bite before heading to your original destination.

“Getting lucky now aren’t we now,” Jeff lend over his friend's shoulder after witnessing that whole interaction between the three. “Yeah, by a chick already in a relationship,” Eddie huffed knowing he had no chance of getting with her. “True, but they look like swingers, so you probably can jump her bones if you play your cards right,” Jeff patted his DM on the shoulder before going back to work and saying “She truly was a Betty.”

That night well you and the boy had been fooling around Eddie had been having nightmares well more like wet dreams about the fines chick he had ever seen, wrapped in nothing more than what appeared to be some of the finest black glass and glowing red blood that came from only the purest, Virgenes. Said woman was helped out of the divine blood by a blonde before being indulged in pleasure. The blonde and female looked oddly familiar but he couldn't place his finger on it so he decided not to press it. The fine woman that was once encased in blood looked like she was having nothing more than the best oral known to mankind as several men and a brunette girl came out of nowhere as if they were just lurking in the shadows this whole time.

The five-man that were devouring her looked demonic and animalistic this had farther went turned Eddie on, and oh how he wished it was him between those silky legs making you moan his name.

Well, Eddie was having such dreams you had been getting ravished by each and every one of your lovers including Star, lips parted, leg speed backs arched the whole nine yards.

Once Eddie had awoken the next morning for school all he could think of was that he could have just what could have been the best porno in history.

Yes, Eddie often had weird dreams but noon had crossed boundaries insuch detail, it was almost like he was in the same room as this took place in real-time. Nothing could top dreaming of a hottie getting fucked out of her mind by six absolute monsters in a blood-filled tub.

For the last couple of days after that night, Eddie had been seeing the five guys and the one brunette girl fumbling over you in his dreams and in person, it all had been getting too much for him all he wanted to do was kiss the silk lips of yours. The more you guys notice this the more you made it your mission to be around him and tease him until one night he got the courage to kiss you had soon made him realize that he, in fact, wanted to be a part of this life that was all of you.

[sl-ut]

nsfw alphabet

EDDIE MUNSON

abc’s of eddie and y/n’s sex life

A = Aftercare

Eddie is a cuddler. Immediately after both parties have finished, he likes to maybe clean up a bit and allow y/n to take a trip to the bathroom before trapping her in his grasp in his bed for the next few hours. Sometimes he’ll wanna talk, sometimes he’ll wanna lay in silence, and sometimes he’ll just wanna doze off in his post orgasmic bliss. 

B = Body part (their favourite body part of their and also their partner’s)

Eddie, as confident as he acts, isn't entirely secure with his own appearance. He does really like his hair; How wild it was, how it challenged social norms, how you grasped and pulled at it while he was fucking you…

But he also likes his hands, because you like his hands. He loves how you shiver as he runs them over your thighs, or how you like to hold and fidget with his fingers and rings when he’s sitting next to you.

On you, though, Eddie worships literally everything. He genuinely believes that he’s the luckiest guy on earth to have ‘bagged a chick like you,’ but nothing got him going quite like your lips. He loved watching you nibble and lick your own lips, the taste of them against his own, how they look when they’re wrapped around his– 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Eddie, our himbo king, loves to both be covered and to cover you in cum. He’s willing to finish inside of you if you happen to have a condom on hand, but loves being able to see his mess on your stomach or lower back afterwards. He also loves being able to kiss you after going down on you, forcing you to taste yourself off of him. 

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Say it with me now: Eddie Munson is a freak, both socially and in the sack. 

People mocked him when the two of you first got together, telling him that it was temporary and you were just going through a rebellious stage. Because of this, Eddie loves to mark you up and let you mark him, anything to show off the fact that you’re not only together, but you’re also going at it like rabbits. 

He also likes to steal little things of yours, whether it be scrunchies, pictures of you, panties… They help him out when he has to deal with himself, and he tends to carry one of these items with him at all times (especially the panties).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Eddie’s a confident guy, and he may know a lot about sex, but there aren’t exactly girls lining up to go out with “Eddie the Freak.” He knows the basics plus some, but he takes notes from you each time, asking you to show him what you like, as well as cues when he happens to nip at a particularly sensitive place. 

F = Favourite position

I feel like Eddie’s a fan of the simplicity and primal feeling he gets when you two are going at it missionary style. It’s also very intimate, and it makes it feel like much more than just a hookup to Eddie, even after you’ve been dating for a while, and he really likes the reassurance that it brings. 

On lazier occasions, however, I can see Eddie taking you from the side. After barely waking up on a Saturday morning, feeling his morning wood pressing into you, both of you are too groggy to do anything spectacular, so he’ll push your panties to the side, lift your leg up and back over his hip and rut into you until you’ve both finished.

G = Goofy (are they serious in the moment? are they goofy?)

Eddie is always in a silly goofy mood. He likes to make you chuckle in the moment, teasing and giggling at you for being so needy or begging, and never taking any of it too seriously. Sex is supposed to be fun, and Eddie doesn’t see the fun in being so seriously or degrading one another.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

Our king has pubes. Sorry if that’s not your thing, but have you not seen the mop on his head? Not to mention that he does not care much for physical appearances, and probably just can’t be bothered to trim or shave. Carpet definitely matches the drapes. 

Because of this, he doesn’t really care about your hair situation. He can’t blame you for having a bush when he has one himself, can he? In fact, I think that Eddie would prefer a bit of hair, but would overall not be too picky.

I = Intimacy (how romantic are they in bed?)

Eddie likes to make sure that you’re feeling comfortable and cherished. He may not be the most romantic guy on paper, but he knows how to make you feel loved while he’s rocking your world. He uses pet names, babygirl, beautiful, precious while he caresses your skin like you were made of porcelain. 

On the other hand, he likes to drop the occasional dirty talk. 

Look at you, beautiful. Covered in my cum, begging for more. You’re insatiable, aren’t you, my little nympho? 

It’s all a part of his silly nature, never wanting to be too mushy or too gruff with you. He likes to keep it a happy medium where he was able to make you blush either way.

J = Jack off (how often do they masturbate)

Eddie jerks off quite a bit. I feel like he’s almost always ready to go, so if you aren’t around or just aren’t in the mood, he has no issue excusing himself to the bathroom for a few minutes to relieve himself (maybe with the help of the panties he snagged from your drawer).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Eddie likes to fuck you in places where you won’t, but definitely could get caught. The picnic table in the woods where he does his deals, in the back of his van after band practice, in the Hellfire room… He likes the risk factor, but would never wanna put you in the position of actually being caught.

He also loves both praising you and being praised. When you’re going down on him or if you’re squeezing him just right, his voice will come out breathy and overexerted, but he gets his message across; Right there, pretty girl. Oh, you’re doing so good, making me feel so good baby. This pussy was made for me, huh?

And when he’s going down on you, hearing you tell him how good he makes you feel makes him go feral. All caution or grace goes out the window, and he’s eating you out like a starved man. 

L = Location (favourite place to do the do)

Eddie’s favourite place to fuck you, while it may be incredibly vanilla sounding, is his bedroom. He’s not a high maintenance guy, and he’s not the type to cater to someone who is high maintenance. He likes being able to finish one round, roll over to catch his breath, and then get himself revved up to go once again. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

Our man is a druggie, that’s no secret. He gets super horny when he’s high or drinking, literally hands all over you and making lewd comments, even if you’re in front of his friends. 

He also really likes seeing you in his Corroded Coffin t-shirt. He gifted the very first print to you, getting it a few sizes too big, knowing that it meant that he would get to see you in the shirt and literally nothing else. 

N = No (something they won’t do, turn offs)

Eddie isn’t into sharing you. He’s struggling with insecurities surrounding your relationship to begin with, so he definitely wouldn’t deal well with the thought of somebody else fucking you better than he can (which isn’t very likely).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Eddie could live between your thighs. There have been countless mornings where he’s woken you up that way, days after school when he rushed you into his room to do so, kneeling down to pleasure you while you’re “saving water” in the shower. 

He also definitely enjoys when you slide down between his thighs, too. Like I said, Eddie really likes the look of your lips doing literally anything, so the sight of you sucking him off and leaving a wet trail of spit afterwards is heaven to him. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual)

Eddie's go-to pace is a strange medium between fast and slow. He likes the speed of going a bit faster, but isn’t all about being super rough with you. Perhaps he might be down to spank you or choke you lightly, but overall he doesn’t wanna do anything to hurt you, let alone do anything that might leave permanent marks that would make others believe that he was hurting you for sacrificial purposes, as many people probably already thought. He’s not looking to fuel the fire.

Q = Quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often, etc)

Eddie doesn’t mind quickies, but they’re definitely not his favourite. He prefers to take his time with you, making you fall over the edge time and time again before he finally calls it quits. You would only have them in the mornings before you both had to leave the house, or just before Hellfire. Otherwise, he likes to splay you out and tease you with playful nips and licks before finally giving you what you want.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

When it comes to your sex life, Eddie’s a big risk taker. He’ll try anything once, and knowing him, he’ll enjoy anything that obviously brings you a lot of pleasure, even if it’s not doing much for him. He’s only hesitant when it comes to anything super hardcore, as he doesn’t wanna cause any lasting pain for you, but like I said, would definitely try it if you asked him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?)

Eddie can go one round at a time, but he makes that round last. He gets you off a few times before he finally fucks you, but he puts all of his effort into that one round so he needs a little while to recouperate afterward. Of course, if you’re still awake and down to go again in an hour, so is he.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on their partners or themselves?)

Eddie might be down to using toys that you own, but it seems a little too high maintenance for him to own any, and let’s remember that he isn’t exactly well off; There are much more important things for him to be spending his money on. He’s a simple guy, and he might genuinely prefer making you cum with his tongue or fingers, though he wouldn't argue if you asked him to use a vibrator on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Eddie’s a tease. He’ll tub your inner thighs in public, whisper dirty things to you in front of your friends, and poke fun at how needy you are. He loves seeing you desperate for him, and he loves how much more responsive you are after he’s been teasing you all day.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

I feel like Eddie can hold his noises in if he really tried, because they really aren’t that loud. However, when he starts to get closer to his peak, he lets out little grunts and whimpers that signal that he’s not gonna last much longer. Otherwise, he likes to disguise his moans by talking dirty or praising you.

W = Wild card (random headcanon)

Eddie is the type of guy to love how heightened sex feels when he’s high. He definitely wouldn’t encourage you to do the same unless you brought it up first, but he thinks it would just be so good for both parties if you smoked just a tiny bit of weed. 

X = X-ray (what’s going on down there?)

Eddie Munson is packing something long in skinny,similar to his stature. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eddie’s got it bad. If you’re in the room, he’s in the mood. If you’re on the phone, he’s in the mood. If he just happened to meet you in the hallway for a split second, he’s in the mood. Literally nothing could make him not want to fuck you at any given moment. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Eddie might fall asleep afterwards. He does like to talk or just cuddle with you, but like I said, he’ll need a little bit of recovery time before round two, so you both may as well just catch some z’s.

stranger things tags: @milkiane

[kingkatsuki]

Cherry Bomb | Eddie Munson x Reader

This man is taking over my life and I can’t stop it- RIP to all my other WIPs. Thanks to Kitten for enabling me as always💕

Summary: College is becoming far too stressful and you just need to find a way to relax- luckily for you the local dealer has the perfect solution.

Warnings: 18+, PWP, mentions of underage drugs, weed, shotgunning, dry humping, cunnilingus, premature ejaculation (Eddie cums in his pants), dirty talk, multiple orgasms, praise praise praise, Eddie talks too much during sex, panty theft. Spoiler free!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader.

Word Count: 6.5k.

For as long as you could remember, you always seemed to struggle the closer it got to the end of a school year. College was getting harder to manage in between deadlines, your part-time job, sleep and attempting some sense of normality by seeing your friends. The harder you seemed to work to clear off the coursework you had due, the more that seemed to funnel in right behind it, and truly you felt as though you were sinking. The bags beneath your eyes now evidence that the time you should’ve been sleeping was now spent lying awake thinking about how fucked you truly were for the end of the school year. And the more you thought about it, the more you began to panic.

You just needed to relax, and this seemed like the perfect solution.

You’d met Eddie Munsen in the hall before your afternoon class together, surprised that he’d actually managed to be punctual for the lecture instead of strolling in twenty minutes late like usual. Ignoring the perplexed look on his face that you’d called his name before class as he broke into a wide grin.

“Hey,” You tried to ignore how your name sounded coming from his lips, his eyes looking you up and down.

Never once had you even given Eddie Munsen a second glance, the pair of you running in completely different social circles. Sure you saw him around the campus frequently, and you shared two classes together but that was the extent of your relationship. Your friends had bought drugs from him on a couple of occasions when their usual dealers fell through, so at least you knew the gear would be safe for the most part- not that you had the first idea about what you were doing.

“I was wondering if I could get a hookup?” You cringed at how weird you probably sounded with your attempt at sounding knowledgeable. Is that what you called it when you were buying drugs from a dealer?

“A hookup?” He grinned, raising a brow at you.

That probably sounded like you wanted sex from him, ugh. Why did you sound so pathetic?

“Uh- like a deal? Gear?” You were certainly digging yourself a hole as the smile on Eddie’s face fell.

“Is this a joke?” He looked uneasy as he leaned towards you, his head turning to scan the hallway to see if anyone was lingering nearby.

“What do you mean?” You were perplexed- he probably did at least five deals a day, some of those people surely lacked experience too- why was this any different?

“Don’t think I don’t know how this works, sweetheart.” He scoffed, “Arranging a deal with a pretty girl, get to the meeting point and her boyfriend and his friends jump me and steal my stash?”

“No-” You replied a bit too loudly, looking around to see if anyone had directed their attention to you, “That’s not what this is.”

“I can give you the contact of another guy if you want, I-”

The thought of going to another dealer, one you didn’t know, scared you more than this one. It was one thing going to the local metalhead for a pickup, but a random stranger? In a strange location? There’s no way you’d do something like that, no matter how desperate you were.

“Please, Eddie.” You cut him off pleadingly, “I need it.”

He seemed to ponder the answer, shifting his feet as he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.

“Shit,” He murmured beneath his breath, a husky rasp to it before he straightened his back, “You know I can’t disappoint a fair maiden.” He grinned, giving an elaborate flick of his wrist, “So what was it you were looking for?”

“I—” You took a deep breath. You really didn’t have the first idea about drugs, and you definitely didn’t want to sound stupid. He already seemed like he didn’t believe that you wanted to buy anything from him as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and began to sway slightly, “I just want something to take the edge off.”

“Well, there’s a lot of shit that can do that, sweetheart.” He gave you a charming smile, “But what I’m saying is you could take a trip to bag end if you wanted something like that-”

“Bag end?” Your nose scrunched in confusion as you stared up at him.

“Oh come on, Lord of the Rings?” You’d heard of it, even thought about checking it out at the library but you certainly hadn’t read it, “Grab a few drinks at a bar, bottle of whisky at the liquor store?”

“I was kinda hoping for something else.” You murmured.

“Oh yeah?” He hummed, “Well then, sweetheart. I’ll see what I can do.” He winked at you, “Meet me after your final lecture in the woods by the back of the building, picnic table in the middle. Can’t miss it.”

He gave you a toothy grin as you thanked him, making your way into the classroom as he followed behind, sliding into his seat a few rows back from yours. But the entire rest of the class was spent with his eyes on you, you could feel them burning as you tried to focus on the lesson. The words from the teacher in one ear and out the other as you began to think about all the deadlines that you had coming up, and how unprepared you were. The fear and panic began to set in once more as the pit in your stomach grew, you just needed to take the edge off.

The irony is that this illicit drug deal was doing the opposite of helping you relax, instead completely exasperating your anxiety. Checking your watch even though you knew only a few minutes had passed as you waited for the end of the day. Your heart racing and there were still two hours left of your class, ignoring the lecture as you began to doodle mindlessly in the column of your lined notepad. Willing time to move faster so you could get this over and done with, grab the goods and get home.

“Hi?” You walked up to the picnic table to find Eddie sitting on one side with his lunch box, his thigh bouncing as he waited for you.

His frown immediately turned into a smile when he spotted you, beckoning you closer as he offered you a seat.

“Hey, you made it.” He exclaimed as though he hadn’t expected you to actually show up, “Find it alright?”

“Yeah,” Your heart was racing a mile a minute as you sat down opposite Eddie, sitting your bag on the bench beside you as you clasped your hands together nervously.

“So what’ll it be?” Eddie grinned as he opened his lunchbox, rifling inside it, “I’m all out of oxys but I dunno if you want a ben-”

“Just marijuana.” You cringed internally at the sound of your voice, you couldn’t have sounded more uncool if you tried, “Maybe? I don’t know.”

“First time?” Eddie grinned, rubbing his palms on his jean-clad thighs as he grinned across the table at you.

You swallowed thickly at the implication of his words.

“Uh- what gave it away?” You smiled.

“Just a feeling, but honestly?” He dragged out the but, tilting his head slightly, “I’d be heartbroken someone as pretty as you had a different dealer.”

You felt flush from the compliment, a heat rising inside you as Eddie leaned a forearm on the table, his brown eyes staring directly at you.

“I can give you a good deal on this since it's your first time and I’m a sucker for a pretty face.” He grinned.

“Uh- okay. Thanks,” You watched as he pulled a bag out of the box, closing it after.

“This is good shit, I promise. Probably more than enough to last you, and for you pretty girl? Fifteen bucks.”

“Sure,” You began fussing with your bag to try and find your purse to distract yourself from the embarrassment of the situation as Eddie watched with a smile.

“Have you got papers?”

“Papers?” You turned your face to look up at him in confusion, you had plenty of papers in your bag from various classes. But that couldn’t be what he meant, could it?

“Yeah, papers sweetheart. Rollies?” He shook the baggie for emphasis as he smiled at you, “Unless you were plannin’ on baking a cake?”

“Oh- oh, no.” You shook your head, “I don’t have papers.”

This was becoming too much, far too embarrassing as you felt like a complete idiot in front of Eddie Munson.

“Don’t worry, I came prepared.” He grinned. Patting his leather jacket down as he pulled out a pack of rolling papers, flicking it open to pull a thin sheet out as he lay it flat on the picnic table.

Trying to ignore the thought of how dirty the surface probably was as Eddie grabbed the baggie and opened it up to pull some of the weed out, dropping it onto the paper as he let his fingers slowly pull it apart to reach each end.

You watched the way his ringed fingers moved swiftly, obviously movements perfected from experience as his thumbs flicked up the length of the paper. Lifting it from the table as he rolled your joint, his tongue poking out from between his pink lips as he concentrated on rolling the joint without losing any product out of either side of it. Something that had your heart hammering against your ribcage as you stopped watching him work and instead began to shamelessly stare at him.

Eddie Munson really was quite pretty, there was no denying it. Kind eyes that always seemed to find yours whenever he’d stumble into class late, walking by your desk to take a seat at the back of the room as the lecture continued. He’d been so proud to be the first of his family to go to college, something that was often overshadowed by the small-minded people in Hawkins that still saw him as a freak. His bold personality built up to mask the insecurities that ebbed away at him, not that he should have anything to be insecure about.

But there was only so far the bravado would take him before he was completely out of his depth, especially with you. Watching as you leaned forward across the table to lick the rollie he was still holding in his hands. Your pretty pink tongue slips out from between those glossy lips as you let the tip run along the top of the paper, brushing against the tips of his fingers as you wet it just enough to stick.

Eddie swallowed thickly as he watched the way your lips moved against the rollie, the sensation of your tongue against his fingers lingering as he began to roll the joint between his fingers to secure the paper. Trying to ignore the tightness building in his pants as he took a deep breath, the more he stared at you the more he found himself becoming delirious. There was no way, no fucking way a girl like you would ever like him. Trying to calm his raging boner as he held the stick up in a ‘tada’ fashion, giving you a toothy grin as he held it out to you.

“And there she is.” You shuddered when his fingers brushed against yours as he handed you the joint, “See, it’s not that hard, I mean I can do it so-”

He laughed at his self-deprecating joke as you looked down at the stick, feeling it between your fingers before you held it up to your lips.

“Can I try it now?”

“Uh, sure. But are you gonna be alright gettin’ home?-”

“I’ll be fine.” Truthfully you had absolutely no idea if you’d be able to get home high, you had no indications of what the drug might do to you, but you were so eager to finally let off some steam and relax that you didn’t want to wait any longer.

Pouting your lips as you placed the stick between them Eddie pulled a worn silver zippo from his jacket pocket. Leaning forward slightly as he thumbed the light, a small flame appeared as he used the other to cup around the joint, protecting it from the cool evening breeze as he lit it for you. You took a long, hard inhale and immediately started coughing as you pulled it away from your lips. Eddie was quick to grab it from you to prevent it from dropping to the leafy ground as you tried to ignore the burning in your lungs from the sharp inhale of smoke.

“You good, sweetheart?”

You nodded, thick tears clinging to your lashes as the coughing finally subsided, embarrassed that you already looked like such an amateur and proceeded to do that with your first toke.

“Believe it or not, I was like that my first time too, granted I was fourteen.” He grinned, “You just gotta take it slow at first, you’ll get used to it.” He spoke with the stick hanging out the side of his lips, but Eddie was certain he could taste the faintest taste of cherry.

Grabbing the joint between his thumb and index finger as he pulled it from his lips, and that’s when he saw it.

The white bottom of the stick was now a crimson hue, glitter from your gloss sparkling beneath the light as he tilted it. Gnawing at his gums to stop himself from groaning at the sight, his thoughts immediately raced to how that same lipgloss ring would look on other parts of his body. Eddie felt like he’d kissed you, tasted you. The artificial sweetness was still on his taste buds as he held the stick up to his lips to take another toke, inhaling deeper this time as he held the smoke inside his mouth for a moment. His semi-hard cock throbbed beneath his jeans as he stared directly at you, depraved thoughts running through his mind. He felt like such a creep but he couldn’t help it, just the thought of your lips wrapped around his cock, leaving those same pretty marks had him feral.

“Let me try again,” You murmured, leaning forward to take the joint out of his hands as your fingers brushed his, placing it between your lips. Taking a smaller hit this time, you felt the smoke slowly enter your lungs as you exhaled.

“There you go, you got it.” Eddie smiled, accepting the joint back from you as he took another hit, inhaling deeply as the smoke began to leave through his nose, “So?”

“S’good.” You slurred, hazy eyes letting the smoke finally settle you. Already feeling more serene, or maybe it was the company? You felt so comfortable around Eddie, his friendly personality helped relax you despite the sheer number of times you’d embarrassed yourself in front of him today.

“Want some more, angel?”

The pet name had you swooning, leaning forward to grab the joint from Eddie but he moved the stick away from your reach. Placing it back between his lips with a glint in his eye as he took a large toke, his lips curled in a lopsided smile as he placed his forearms back on the picnic table, sitting up off the bench to bring his face close to yours. Capturing your chin between his finger and thumb as he gently prised your mouth open, slowly parting his lips as he let the smoke seep out and into your mouth.

Goosebumps began to appear against your skin as he held you like you were the most delicate porcelain, but his actions were anything but. A salacious undertone as he watched intently through half-lidded eyes as you inhaled the smoke he’d breathed into you.

“Holy shit,” He watched the way your tongue slipped out to swipe at your lips, thick lashes fluttering as wisps of smoke began to swirl towards the sky. Shocked that you’d allowed him to do something so lecherous. The ache between his thighs only amplified from your reaction, committing the sight to memory as he was certain that if nothing else he’d have some perfect material to jack off to when this was over.

You really thought Eddie was going to kiss you, the anticipation building inside you as you imagined his lips against your own. Your gaze flickered down to them as you noted how soft they appeared to be, nothing like you would’ve imagined- but if only you could prove your theory.

“You’re pure sin, sweetheart.” He whispers as his warm breath fans against your skin, his lips dangerously close to yours now as you watch the smoke slowly drift from his nostrils and disappear into the evening air, “Downright deadly.”

“Me?” You hum innocently, watching his eyes drift down to your cherry lips and back to your half-lidded eyes.

“Yeah, you.” He grinned, “Always walkin’ round in those cute little dresses lookin’ all pretty. How can anyone not see how pretty you are? I mean it- shot through the heart.”

Eddie’s certain he can smell your lipgloss now, the fruity scent overpowering as it mixes with your perfume. A smell he now wants all over him as his cock throbs in his jeans, the denim tightening around the crotch as he spreads his thighs in a feeble attempt to try and give him some sweet relief.

“You think I’m pretty?” You smiled, feeling that familiar tingle beginning to flutter inside you.

“Are you kiddin’? I may be stupid, but I’m not blind.” He scoffed, “You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.”

He was close enough for you to smell him now, a mixture of cheap cologne, engine oil and cigarette smoke. It mixed with the scent of weed and made you woozy. Or maybe it was the way he looked at you, a look of complete adoration.

You couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across your cheeks, leaning forward to close the gap and press a soft kiss to his lips. The moment you tried to pull away Eddie was already back on you, closing the gap as he pulled you back into a deeper kiss, your eyes immediately closing as you fell into him.

Your hand reached up to cup his jaw as you feel the day-old stubble against his cheek, the desperation in him evident as his nose clashes with yours as he tilts his head to make more room. His tongue swipes against your glossed lips as he tastes the artificial cherry flavour of your gloss, a large palm reaching up to the base of your skull to hold you in place as he commits this to memory, so even if you were to pull away a second later he can say with conviction that he was the lucky son of a bitch that got to kiss you.

The kiss had your mind going hazy, or maybe it was the drugs, as your lips parted to deepen it, Eddie lifting himself off his side of the bench as he hovered over you, his tongue delving deeper as he explored the new territory. Mimicking his movements, your tongue swipes against his teeth as you capture the low groan that leaves his lips, rubbing your legs together to try and satiate the throb between your thighs.

“Fuck,” You gasped when he reluctantly broke the kiss for air, a subtle sheen of glittery gloss now stained his pale skin as you smiled up at him.

“Fuck,” He repeated with a grin, his tongue shamelessly coming out to lick his lips as he tasted you on them, “God, you’re so fucking pretty. You know that right? Did I say that already?”

“You did,” You smiled, “But I like hearing you say it.”

“Oh yeah?” He matched your smile, “Then I guess I should say it more, huh?”

Eddie put out the end of the joint against the flat metal of the table, not wanting to waste any more of the drug as he left it on the surface. Taking one of your hands in his as he beckoned you closer.

You stood from the bench as you came around the table to his side, Eddie already swinging a thigh over to stand beside you as his hands immediately moved to your hips. The hard metal of his rings dug into your sides as he held you tight, your clit throbbing at the sensation as your arms reached around his shoulders to bring him down into another sultry kiss, this time it was far more desperate, more intense. As though you’d both been separated for far too long as you felt his tongue immediately searching for yours, your chest pressed against his and you were certain he could probably feel your heart beating against your ribcage. Now uncertain whether this was an effect of intoxication, or whether it was all Eddie Munson– and if it was you were addicted.

You rolled your hips against him as he groaned into the kiss, the feeling of his bulge pressed against you had a fire burning inside you. Everything felt hot. Grinding yourself against him again as you craved more of those sweet sounds spilling from Eddie’s lips.

“So. Fucking. Pretty.” He spoke through kisses, emphasising each word.

Eddie walked you back until your thighs hit the cool edge of the picnic table, his hands reaching beneath your legs to help you onto the surface. Instantly slotting himself between your parted thighs without breaking the kiss, the skirt of your pretty summer dress riding up much like it had in class as he shamelessly stroked along the exposed skin. Feeling your calves wrapping around his legs to keep him pressed against you, his covered crotch now grinding against your own as you whined into the kiss.

He reluctantly broke away from you, pupils blown, as he stared down at your face. Pushing his hips forward again to press his hard bulge against your clothed cunt, making you cry out for him again as he cherished the sound. A sound that should be reserved for angels sitting and waiting at those pearly gates, not mere mortals like him down on earth. His lips began to map a path along your jawline, leaving searing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck as you felt his teeth graze your pulse point.

Gasping as you bucked your hips against his, feeling his hardness pressing between your thighs as you ran a hand down his chest, along the picture of his Hellfire Club shirt to press against his abdomen, moving to cup his bulge but Eddie was quick to catch your wrist in his palm.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” He mumbled.

“Why?” You pouted, your fingers now tracing a path along his inner thighs, nails scratching against the denim as his chest tightened in anticipation the closer you got to his crotch.

“Cause-” He caught your wandering hands again, both his palms wrapped around both your wrists as he held you back from his bulge, “You just tried weed for the first time. It affects everyone differently and I don’t want you doing something you’ll regret.”

“Why would I regret it?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“Fuck- don’t do that, sweetheart.” He groaned, “You look way too fuckin’ cute.” He muttered, more to himself than anything as he moved a hand up to pinch the space between his eyes.

“Eddie, why would I regret it?”

Fuck, and there you went saying his name like that. You sounded so adorable, his cock was throbbing between his thighs. Screaming at him for being so foolish to not worshipping you already, but he couldn’t. Not like this-

“Well, I can think of a few reasons.” He trailed off.

“I won’t regret it,” You reached out to palm his crotch, feeling how hard he was beneath the rough denim. Inquisitive fingers squeezed around his girth as a crude groan rumbled from deep in his chest, every single second he spent in your presence had more of his willpower crumbling away.

“I’m trying so hard to be a gentleman right now, angel.” He whispered but made no effort to move your hand from his crotch as he leaned forward to press himself into your touch.

“But what if I don’t want you to be a gentleman, Eddie?” You pouted, your fingers trying to press against his balls as he felt any resolve he had disappear into nothing.

“You had to go and say my name like that, didn’t you?” He groaned, “Fuck, you little minx.”  

There was a deep snarl to his voice before he moved forwards, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss. His crotch pressed against your clothed slit as your whines were silenced by his mouth. Hands palmed your thighs as his fingers dipped into the plush skin, holding you tight before they slid under the curve of your knees, pulling your ass until it was sitting right at the edge of the table. You gasped as you wrapped your thighs around his slender waist, squeezing tight for stability as you felt his bulge give your clit the friction it coveted. Your hands carded through his messy curls as you held him against you, preventing him from moving away as his tongue lashed against yours. Eddie’s hands became bolder the more you eased into his touch, sliding up your thighs and towards the curve of your ass as he squeezed the soft skin roughly.

The denim of his jeans created delicious friction as you leaned into the sensation, dragging the soft cotton of your panties against your puffy clit as you let out a salacious whine. Thankful that the woods were desolate so no one could hear just how desperate and needy you sounded dry humping Eddie Munsen, embarrassed just how much of an effect he’d had without even touching you.

“Eddie-” You gasped when his hips jerked forward, his forehead pressed against yours as he sucked in air through his teeth. Eyes clenched shut as he tried to calm his overstimulated body down, trying his best to stave off his impending climax, but this- you, felt too good.

“Wait- I- shit,” Eddie continued to mumble as you kept him pinned against you with your thighs, his ringed fingers digging into the curve of your ass as you ground yourself against his crotch, “Jesus H Christ.”

You were shameless now, bruised lips parted in a constant moan as you tightened your grip on his shoulders, using him for leverage as you chased your own release. Feeling the coil inside you dangerously close to snapping as you focused on the throb of pleasure between your thighs.

“Fuck, Eddie. ‘m gonna cum.” You gasped, shamelessly using him for your own pleasure as your hands moved to his shoulders to get a better grip as you sought your release.

“Shit, you gonna cum sweetheart?” He groaned, moving his head back slightly to get the perfect view of your face, “Gonna show me how pretty you look when you’re creamin’ your cute little panties for me?”

“I- oh, fuck.”

“Holy shit,” He choked back a groan as his hips began to stutter, erratically knocking into you as it only served to preserve your climax. Knocking against your clit as he let his forehead drop to your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck as he felt pleasure overtake his body.

“Holy shit,” He groaned, his grip on your ass bruising as he tried to calm his body down. A wetness now seeping through his boxers and against the rough denim of his jeans, making the fabric stick to his crotch uncomfortably as he felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. 

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, sweetheart.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your collarbone as you leaned back slightly.

“For what?”

“Uh, man down.” He gave you a cute smile as he pulled his face from your neck. His cheeks tinged a light pink colour as he tried to avoid your gaze, “I swear I can normally go way longer- but you just looked so pretty and felt so good I-”

“Eddie,” You laughed, cutting him off with a sweet kiss on his lips, “I don’t mind. The fact that I made you do that? It’s so hot.”

“Yeah?” He gave you a small smile.

“Yeah.”

“Well I’m sorry sweetheart, but there ain’t no fuckin’ way I’m going out like that.” He gave you a devious smirk as his tongue slipped out to wet his lips, “Can’t have you thinking I’m a one pump chump or something.”

“Wha- Eddie, oh my god.” You squealed as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, lifting them as you fell back onto the picnic table, legs spread wide as your dress began to bunch around your hips.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Eddie groaned as he looked at the damp patch against the crotch of your panties, his palms splayed on your inner thighs as one of his thumbs stroked against the soft cotton. Feeling the dampness of it beneath his touch as you gasped in surprise, immediately bucking your hips as he tightened his grip to hold you down.

“Ah, ah, ah.” His brown eyes stared down at you, “It’s my turn now, remember?”

He gave you a playful smile as his hands trailed higher, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your panties as he slowly pulled them down your thighs, groaning at the sight of silvery strings of your slick connecting the garment to you and breaking off in glistening lines against your inner thighs, his spent cock already throbbing at the sight as he tried to ignore the uncomfortable wetness in his boxers.

Carefully slipping your panties over your white tennis shoes as he slipped them into his back pocket with a grin, dropping to his knees on the cold forest floor as the leaves crunched beneath him, leaving him eye to eye with your dripping cunt.

“Shit, you got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever fucking seen-” Eddie began, almost going crosseyed as he shamelessly ogled your naked slit, “I mean, it’s the only pussy I’ve seen. Well, not the only one- I’ve watched pornos, I mean. Classy ones though, really well done- I just meant that this is the-”

“Eddie,” You cut him off with a feeble whine, “Please touch me.”

“Anything for the fair maiden.” He smiled mischievously, his cheeks a soft pink as he leaned forward, disappearing beneath the bottom of your summer dress.

Your entire body jolted as you felt him lick from your drooling hole up to your clit, his groans vibrating against your skin as he tasted you for the first time. Your hands immediately tugged the fabric of your dress up around your hips so you could watch him, and nothing could compare to the sight of his pretty eyes staring up at you from between your thighs.

“Fuck, Eddie.” You groaned when you felt his lips wrap around your clit, his tongue lashing against it as he sucked hard, “Feels so fucking good.”

“Such a nasty mouth on such a pretty girl.” He teased, running his tongue back through your slit as he came towards your tight entrance. Prodding the tip of it inside you as you rolled your hips into his touch, shamelessly trying to get him deeper, to have more of him. Whatever he gave it would never be enough, you wanted all of him.

You wanted all of Eddie Munson.

“Eddie, don’t tease-” You pouted those cherry lips and suddenly he was smitten.

“‘m sorry, baby. ‘m sorry.” He cooed, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your throbbing clit, “I promised I’d make it up to you, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” You whispered breathlessly as you felt one of his calloused fingertips graze your tight hole, fluttering around it.

“Eddie’s gonna make you feel real fucking good, don’t you worry.” Before you had a chance to tease him for referring to himself in the third person he’d already dived back in. His lips immediately wrapped around your clit as he sucked hard, one of his fingers pushing inside your tight walls as you felt the metal of his ring at the bottom. Curling the digit as though he was searching for something, unsure what he was looking for until you cried out for him. Now focusing on that same spot as he began to pump his finger in and out of you, stretching you out enough to add a second.

Your hands felt lost, palming at your clothed breasts through the thin material of your summer dress before venturing lower to fist the hem, rolling your hips into his touch to try and match his movements before your fingers finally threaded through his curly hair. Nails scratching against his scalp as you tugged, making Eddie moan into your cunt as you pressed him impossibly deeper into you.

The metal chains at the bottom of his leather jacket sleeve clanked against the picnic table with each flick of his wrist as he fucked his fingers into your sloppy hole, spit drooling from his lips as he sucked your clit, the moisture running down to his hand as it soaked his fingers and rings but he could care less.

If he could do this for the rest of his mediocre existence, he would.

“Eddie, ‘m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” He pulled away with a cocky grin, his fingers continuing to pump inside your tightening walls, “You wanna cum all over my face?”

“Do it, sweetheart.” He hummed against your clit, “Show me how pretty you look cummin’ all over me.”

Eddie locked eyes with you between your thighs and it was all it took to have you coming undone, the coil inside you snapping as you felt your climax wash over you, white spots blanking your vision as you cried out his name.

“Fuck,” You cried out, your thighs clamping down on either side of his head as you tried to push him away from your overstimulated cunt, but Eddie wouldn’t move. Groaning as he continued to suck your sensitive clit, fingers now wiggling inside you as you restricted him from moving them in and out of your sloppy sex.

“Nu-uh,” His brown eyes stared up at you from between your thighs, “I know you got one more in there for me, sweetheart. I can feel it.”

“Eddie, I can’t.” Eddie’s eyes stayed locked on yours, making sure that he wasn’t going too far, as he shamelessly slurped at your slit.

“Yeah, you can.” His nose bumped your clit as his tongue pressed against his fingers inside your hole, a lewd squelch filling the air, “See- at least your pretty pussy's honest.”

“Oh, god.” You cried out, your legs trembling from the intense sensation as you were vaulted into your climax. Lips parted in a constant whine as your greedy walls clamped around Eddie’s fingers.

“That’s it- there you go-” Eddie coaxed you as he felt you succumb to your bliss, pressing a final lingering kiss to your clit as he pulled his fingers out of your trembling pussy.

Standing up between your thighs as he gave you a smug grin, his chin glistening from your essence as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His body hovered over you as he stared down into your eyes, grinning at how dazed you looked as you stared up at the darkening sky, the trees hiding you from the final rays of evening sun before sunset.

Sitting up from the picnic table as Eddie circled his arms around your waist, letting you snuggle into his chest as your arms circled around his waist beneath his leather jacket, breathing in the scent of him. Both of you basking in the afterglow as he gently swayed side to side.

“So, do you feel more relaxed now?” Eddie grinned as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

“Mhm, but I’m not sure if it was you or the weed.” You laughed, squeezing his waist as he let his hand slide down to give your ass a playful swat.

“Oh, it’s definitely the weed.” He scoffed, “I’m way too annoying to be relaxing.”

You leaned back from his arms, playfully smacking his chest as he pretended to be in pain, holding the spot that you hit as you laughed.

“You know, I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time.” He whispered, his tone serious as he moved his hands to your hips.

“So why didn’t you say anything?” You mumbled, tilting your head to look into his eyes.

“Like I said, ain’t no way a girl like you would ever like a guy like me.” He leaned his face back slightly to meet your gaze.

“Well, I do.” You smiled, tipping your head back and pouting your lips for him to kiss you softly.

“Don’t know why,” Eddie scoffed against your lips, “But I feel pretty lucky right now.”

“Me too,” You smiled, pushing some of the curly hair away from his eyes.

“I can’t believe you made me cum in my fuckin’ pants like a teenager.” He groaned, his wet boxers sticking to his skin uncomfortably as he wiggled his hips, “I’ll make it up to you next time.”

“Next time?”

“Yeah,” Eddie chewed his gum nervously, “Unless you don’t want there to be..”

“What other pretty boy with curly hair is gonna help me relax?”

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Ohemgee I love how you write fanfics!! And if you take requests, could you please write a ( sorry I'm kinda horny for munsen ) NSFW Vampire!Eddie munsen x Fem!reader ?? ( Just to quench our horny Eddie thoughts please, tho you don't have to💖 and if you do decide to write this vampire Eddie and reader fic please take your time there is no rush💖💖 @cxrps-doodles-shit

Thank you so much!!! And don’t apologise, on this blog we are all horny for munson🙏🏻 so I absolutely love this prompt and had to write it. I am part of the Eddie's death deniers club so I love all the vampire Eddie theories and not to get excited but they actually seem plausible? I pray they do it but if not this is my fixit vamp!Eddie fic because this is what we deserve!!!

warnings: angst and smut, with details of blood and blood drinking obvs

You hadn't truly known love until you'd met Eddie. You became friends with him years ago now, the two inseparable outcasts who didn’t want to be held down by conformity. People always joked you were dating back then considering how close you were, but it was always something you both laughed off, too afraid to confront it and risk losing the other. Things changed on the day of your graduation, Eddie hadn’t passed and a darkness had fallen over you both. It meant the two of you being separated for the first time in years and neither of you were coping with the thought well. Eddie couldn’t stand that things were going to change and decided while you were smoking in the back of his van after the ceremony, talking about what would become of your lives, that he had to finally tell you how he felt. And the rest was history. Come two years later, your relationship is stronger than ever and Eddie was on his third go of senior year. He’d half assed it the year before, he could admit that to himself. But this time was different, this time he was determined to pass. He’d reiterated the same news to you that he’d told the boys earlier that day, that 86’ was going to finally be his year. And you’d beamed at him and kissed him all over, gushing your support and belief in him. More so than just graduating, Eddie wanted to get out of school and start his life with you properly. Actually get a place he could call his own with you. Little did either of you know that everything would change that night, and what the next few days would hold.

The foreshadowing had always been there, hiding in plain sight if you’d have known to look for it. But of course you hadn’t, it wasn’t something you would have known how to even comprehend at the time. This is what you tell yourself as you rock yourself back and forth on your knees, chest wracked by your anguished sobs, the voices around you muffled as hands try to drag you up from the floor to stand. You numb yourself and think back to just a couple of hours earlier, when everything was still okay. You think of the field you were all sat in as you prepared for the battle. 

Eddie had been sat with you putting together his shield, his tongue cutely poking out between his lips as he fixed the last nail to the lid. He lifts it up towards you excitedly, eyes glinting as he shows you the finished product. 

"Check it out baby!" He says, swinging the shield around in the air as he tests its usability. 

"How's she feeling?" You ask with a chuckle while Eddie parades around the grass, seemingly very impressed with his new weapon. He turns to you with a wide grin, thrusting the shield high into the air.

"Light, but durable. Deadly, but reliable. I think I like her" He says with a chuckle of his own, placing it down on the floor as he comes to sit next to you and place a gentle hand on your thigh. He can tell you're being withdrawn, mind plagued with worry about what was to come later. "Whatever happens tonight, remember I love you with all of my heart" Eddie tells you softly, reaching a hand up to cup your face that you turn away from with furrowed brows.

"Stop, Eddie. I don't want you talking like that, like something's going to happen" You say in a shaky whisper, tears threatening to spill past your eyes as you look at your boyfriend pleadingly. "I hate this plan" you say quieter, looking down to the floor sorrowfully as you kick some dirt beneath your feet. 

"It's all going to be okay, I promise you. I'll lure the bats over and then get straight out of there, just like we all planned" He assures you, a sadness in his tone as he cradled your face in his chest gently while you cry against him. "I promise baby, I’m always going to be here with you. It's all going to be okay" he whispers, stroking your hair as you bury your face further into him, taking in his scent and his warmth. Your grip on him is tight and it fills him with a small sense of comfort, as being in your arms always does. Eddie was scared too, terrified in fact to have to play bait to these monsters, and terrified for you to be going with the others to attack Vecna. All of the anticipation of what was to come left a metallic taste of fear and discomfort in his mouth, that he tries to swallow down into his heavy anxiety ridden chest. You pull away to look at Eddie, staring into those beautiful brown eyes as he throws you a loving smile, cupping your cheeks gently with his palms.

“I love you Eddie” You say softly, a small smile gracing your beautiful features that makes Eddie’s heart melt. He smiles even wider at you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his lap while you giggle at his actions.

“I love you too, so much” He responds gently, pressing his forehead against yours and gazing into your eyes adoringly. “We’re gunna get this done, save Hawkins, and then we are going to go start our life together” He tells you happily, the widest grin on his gorgeous features as his thumb grazes your cheek. You smile at him adoringly and pull him down into a soft kiss, both losing yourselves and forgetting the situation for just a moment as you melt into the kiss, until you hear Dustin making gagging noises from across the field. 

“Hey, who you making noises at squirt” Eddie says with a chuckle as he pulls away from you, jumping up in a running attack at Dustin. You laugh and shake your head as the boys play fight, smiling to yourself at how playful and energetic Eddie always was. You’re so glad to see this connection he’d formed with Dustin, Eddie wasn’t like this with a lot of people so it thrilled you to see him open himself up like this. As you watch him a sense of calm washes over you, no matter what had happened these past few days, this was still the reality you knew and nothing could change this. Nothing, you tell yourself with a nervous shudder.

It was all supposed to be okay. You’d all destroyed Vecna’s body as planned and you, Nancy, Robin and Steve were making your way out of the house in relief that it was over. All you wanted was to get back to Eddie and get the hell out of here. Hawkins probably wasn’t an option anymore what with the murder allegations, but you and Eddie would run as far away as you could and start a life somewhere new, together. As long as you were with him, anywhere is home. The four of you were about to celebrate as you walked out of the house, until the ground began to quake violently beneath your feet, the grandfather clock in the house chiming loudly. Your gut twisted in dread as the four of you looked at each other in fear, walking back into the house carefully to inspect the clock. One word from Nancy and you all realised what this meant in horror, and promptly ran out of the house to get back to Dustin and Eddie at the gate. Steve being the fastest had sped off in front of you, and practically knocked down the trailer door trying to get in. You pant as you try and catch your breath, coming to a slow jog as you reach the trailer yourself. You burst into the house and look round to find Eddie and run straight to his arms for a hug, but strangely he isn’t in here with Dustin. Your stomach turns as you look at the two boys in front of you, Steve wide eyed and looking devastated, hugging Dustin with a comforting stroke on his back. You notice Dustin is crying profusely, his brows furrowed sadly as his eyes meet yours.

“No” You say just above a whisper, shaking your head in disbelief as your heart drops into your stomach. “Where is he?” You ask shakily as you clench your fists and dig your nails into your palms, pure fear washing over you. Dustin cries harder and shakes his head, managing to croak out an ‘I’m so sorry’ between his cries. “Dustin, where is he?!” You ask louder, voice breaking as your eyes widen and fill with tears that threaten to slip down your face. Dustin shakily raises his hand to point to the door, and you waste no time in running out of the house, as everyone calls out your name and tells you not to go back out there. You look around frantically once you’re out of the house, the tears blurring your vision as you try and see Eddie. You can’t believe it, it can’t be true, you have to find him now and bring him home. You shake and sob in fear as you run down the road desperately calling his name, Steve emerging from the house behind you to try and run after you. And that’s when you saw him. You couldn’t have been sure from a distance, all you saw was a protrusion on the ground, but as you got closer you could make out his clothes. You can also see how much blood is on them as you begin to cry harder, feeling sick to your stomach with terror. You begin to sob his name louder as you run as fast as your legs can take you, feet burning when you finally reach his side and fall to your knees on the floor. 

“Eddie, baby” You sob out to him, shaking his shoulders while his head shakes slacken. “Eddie please it’s me” You cry, cupping his cheeks and choking out more sobs as your hands are met with his cold, damp skin. You wail loudly, body hunched over his as you cry in your despair, rocking Eddie back and forth on your lap. You feel a strong hand on your shoulder behind you and vaguely hear some mumbled sorrowful words but it does nothing to comfort you while your world is being torn apart. Your soulmate, your best friend and the entire life you had envisioned together ripped out of your grasp so cruelly as this. You’re covered in his blood now but you couldn’t fucking care less, you keep a desperate grip on him while you look into his cold, vacant eyes.

“Eddie please, you can’t leave me you promised” You sob, shaking him some more in your despair. “Please, please, please you can’t” you cry, getting more frantic with your actions and words. Steve is muttering something to you about having to go before everything crumbles around you guys, before you can’t use the gate anymore, but you ignore him as you keep your face in Eddies chest, rocking with him. When you ignore him again he tries to pull you up, to which you shriek in response and hold onto Eddie harder as the tears flood from your eyes. “Let me stay here with him” you tell Steve, voice broken and devoid of any desire, but as the quakes get worse Steve only sighs sadly and begins to pick you up much to your protest, screaming and kicking and smacking your hands against him as he tries to steady you and pull you away. The others have apparently come to help too, Robin grabbing onto you as they mutter about how the gate is starting to split and you all need to leave now. “No! No please we can’t leave him here! I can’t leave him” You sob in protest, voice harsh and wrecked from your crying and screaming. You feel as though you’re about to be sick as they keep dragging you away, Eddie left there on the ground all by himself. “Please we can’t leave him, please. I can’t leave him here” You tell them over and over frantically as they pull you away, the anxiety of being separated from him filling your chest, getting you in a chokehold as you cry and scream. “Let me stay with him, I’m begging you. My place is by his side, always, in life or death. Let me be with him” You ask, broken and trembling as they continue to pull you away from him. Your place is by Eddies side and if he isn’t here anymore, you shouldn’t be either.

“I’m so, so sorry for what you’re going through but we can’t take him back, it’s too risky. If anyone found his body there is no way to explain all of the bites. And we’re certainly not leaving you here to die” Steve tells you sadly, clearly torn up from watching how distraught you are but focused on getting the four of you out of here before the upside down literally collapsed around you. Once Eddie was out of your sight everything else was a blur, you don’t know how you got out of there, don’t know how you ended up home. You’d just cried until you puked and passed out, waking up in your bed the next morning and sobbing once more as you remember what had happened the night before. This was how you were for the last week, you hadn’t left your bed, you hadn’t gotten up to do anything. The others had come to check on you occasionally, make sure you were eating and looking after yourself. But you were just numb, completely devoid of any emotion but the existential sadness of your loss. Wayne had come to see you as well after his talk with Dustin, bringing you the most comfort anyone had yet as he cried with you, reminisced on some of your favourite memories of Eddie together. He felt this profound loss too, and that was something the two of you could only relate to together. 

“That kid, Dustin, he gave this to me but I think its a better fit you have it. Eddie definitely would have wanted you to.” Wayne tells you gently as he carefully pulls Eddie’s necklace out of his pocket and delicately puts it in your open palm, causing the tears to flood from your eyes all over again. Wayne gives you a sad smile and hugs you as you bawl your eyes out, thanking him for thinking to give it to you. 

The guests came and went for a while, you weren’t keeping track of how much time was passing. You were just in a perpetual state of nothingness, either completely disheveled and sobbing your eyes out thinking about Eddie or sitting there numb and emotionless, wishing you could only join him. It was a cold night about 2 or 3 weeks after the incident, you couldn’t sleep as per usual and had sparked up a joint in an attempt to numb your mind. You were sat by your open window as you smoked, the air bellowing in and causing a draft that creaked your door open and shut of its own accord. The rhythmic sound of it was almost peaceful to your near catatonic mind, anything to distract you from the ever-present thoughts. You were mindlessly blowing out of the window, basking in the breeze against your tear stricken face, when you heard a creak from deeper within the house. You turn to look at the door, which was still creaking as you’d last heard it, brows furrowed as you tried to listen for the noise again. Must just be the draft creeping into other areas of the house. A minute or so passes, and then you hear another louder creak, one that you realise almost sounds like a footstep against the floorboards of the stairs. Then another one, and then another until it sound as though it stops at the top of the stairs, just a few feet away from your door. Your blood runs cold as you try and listen out for the faint noise, skin prickling in fear as you hold your breath and wait for the sound. But all you hear now is the creaking of your own door as you had all night, and after a couple of minutes pass with no other noises, you let out your breath and relax a little bit more again. It’s quite fitting really that you’re losing your mind, you think to yourself. You take another drag of your joint and blow it mindlessly out of the window, palm resting on your cheek as you over the night sky, brightened by stars. The nights are always the most peaceful to you, when everyone is asleep and you can’t see the true extent of the damage upon Hawkins. It's a constant reminder of what happened, and that you can’t even tell anyone about it. You sigh into the silence of your room, feeling the tears prickling at your sore eyes again until you replay what you’d just said to yourself in your head. The silence of your room. There was no sound anymore, despite the fact you hadn’t shut the window so your door should still be creaking. You swallow nervously, breathing in sharply through your nose as you slowly turn to look at the door, which you notice in fear was now wide open. You almost want to call out into the silence, but decide against it, telling yourself bitterly that if someone has come to kill the ‘murderer, cult leaders’ girlfriend you would happily let them. 

“That’s not the kind of attitude I expect from my girl” Comes a deep voice from the darkness, a voice that you couldn’t mistake for anybody else. You scream and your eyes shoot to where the sound came from, a darkened corner of your room, where you see a silhouette leaning precariously against the wall. 

“Eddie?” You ask in absolute disbelief, your voice only a whisper as you try and make out his face in the darkness. Is this, is this some kind of cruel joke? Or some kind of upside down magic shit? Whatever it is, the figure shuffles nervously, fiddling with his fingers just like Eddie always did when he was nervous.

“It’s me baby. B-but I need you to know something before you see me” He says carefully, holding his hands up to keep you from coming closer to him as you furrow your brows in confusion at him. 

“How?” Is all you can manage to whisper out to him, bewildered as to how you could have seen his literal body, felt his lack of pulse yet have him standing here before you.

“Well, I… I remember I had tried to keep the bats away from the gate, lured them off on my bike but there was too many of them. They got me, and Dustin held me while I…” He trails off, voice choked as he tries to find the words. “I woke up in the upside down, after everything had happened. You were all gone, a-and I was so confused. But mostly I was… thirsty” he says to you, unsure of how to even explain it himself, fear in his voice as he continues. “That was when I noticed the fangs. I guess it was from the bites, they do say in legend that being bitten by a bat is… how you turn” He says quietly, swallowing as he looks at you nervously for your response. You say nothing, you just reach a silent hand out to the darkness, brows furrowed and eyes full of love, pleading with him to come out and show you it was really him.

He takes a step forward, and standing there before you, illuminated like an angel in the moonlight, is Eddie. Your Eddie. You fall forward onto your knees as you begin to sob again, looking up in awe that it was really him. Eddie dashes towards you and picks you up in his strong arms, hugging you close as you sob and sob in his arms.

“I thought I’d lost you” you manage to say between your sobs, smiling for the first time in weeks as he presses his forehead against yours gently. You notice his red eyes with wonder, pulling back just a little to cup your face and stare into them intently. They are so beautiful, still the same eyes you fell in love with all those years ago. Then you gently place your thumb on his lips as you admire the sharp fanged teeth that are now on either side of his mouth in awe. Eddie seems embarrassed, ashamed almost, wanting to shrink away from your touch.

“I- I know this is probably very weird for you, and I understand if this is something you need to get used to-“ You shut Eddie up by slamming your lips against his, heart full once again as you kiss your boyfriend, tears still streaming down your face. 

“Eddie, I love you with all my heart and there is nothing in this world that could change the way I feel about you. You look as gorgeous as the day we met.” You tell him assuredly, the sincerity in your eyes filling Eddies heart with joy and love. “Plus you know how much I love Lost Boys, I’ve always found vampires sexy.” You tell him playfully, making the gorgeous boy laugh back at you and brandish those gorgeous fangs your way. You bite your lip as Eddie’s eyes dart to your neck, a hunger in his eyes as they run over your delicate, succulent skin. Suddenly his knees are buckling under him, the smell of you and the sight of your neck consuming his senses too strongly as he struggles to keep himself calm. You help him up, his arm around your shoulder as you lead him to sit on the edge of your bed.

“You said you woke up thirsty right? Have you, have you drank any blood yet?” You ask him in concern, almost wanting to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of uttering those words. Eddie shakes his head solemnly, looking up at you with a desperation in his eyes. 

“You need to drink some, this must be why you’re feeling so weak right now” You say seriously, his eyes widening as you take your hair and tuck it behind your ear, brandishing your neck to him. Eddie wants to protest, but the fucking smell of you has been driving him crazy since he crept into your house. Your blood smelt so sweet, sweeter than anything he could ever imagine, and this ravenous, gut wrenching hunger he felt needed to be sated. 

“But what if I hurt you” He whispers in fear, the last thing he’d ever want would be to accidentally drink too much and risk harming you. You look into his eyes deeply and cup his cheek, assuring him that you know he would never, ever hurt you. That he is in control of this, not the other way around. 

“I want you to bite me, Eddie” You tell him in a sultry whisper, and Eddie can’t hold it in anymore. He leans over you, grabbing your waist and gently leaning you back while he slowly sinks his teeth into your neck, earning a breathy gasp and a moan from you. The taste of you was like nothing Eddie had ever experienced in his life, and the intimacy of being so close to you like this, drinking from you, drove Eddie crazy. You mewled as he gently sucked your blood, eyes fluttering shut as his grip on your body tightens. It hurt, but in very sensual way and there was a pleasant feeling that came from the pain. Eddie was truly a man starved, drinking from you as though you were the last thing he would ever taste. You tasted like the fountain of youth, like the sweet ambrosia of the gods, every delicacy written in legend couldn’t match the taste of you. Eddie pulls away panting, eyes burning into yours as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, clearly getting aroused by his ministrations. He looked so fucking hot with your blood on his lips and teeth that you wanted him to completely ravish you, mark you as his. 

“You taste divine” He says in a strained voice, licking the blood from his lips as his eyes roll back in pleasure. Eddie is quickly pushing you on your back and crawling over you, tongue lapping at the bite mark his teeth had left on you as he savours your taste. He groans loudly as his teeth skim your neck, and then your throat and collarbones as he makes his way down your body, resisting the urge to bite your perfect skin. 

“Please Eddie, I need you” you moan out breathlessly as he teases your body, his hands toying with your panties under your nightdress. 

“Tell me what you need angel” He says in a low voice, wanting to hear you beg him more. You moan in frustration and wiggle your hips, trying to get his hand lower. 

“Please, I need you to fuck me” You manage to mewl out, throwing him pleading doe eyes.

He growls loudly in response and obliges, easily ripping the nightdress off of your body and earning a gasp from you. He grunts as his eyes skim your body, writhing and perfect beneath him. Eddie feels nervous as he goes to pull his shirt off, to expose all of his scars to you for fear of you not finding him attractive anymore. But you wordlessly begin to kiss his scars softly, letting you know exactly what you felt and warming what little heart he had left beating in his body. He pants as he takes his pants off, his straining cock finally bouncing free of its constraints. He ducks between your legs, his teeth meeting the soft cotton of your panties as he pulls them down your legs, his fangs teasingly ghosting over your skin. Your cheeks burn at the sensuality of the sensation, the excitement that roils in your belly as you think about him biting you again. Eddie is quick to position himself between your legs, you instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist and moaning as his tip brushing your wet folds. Eddie looks as though he’s in heaven as he pushes his cock up against your tight heat, hissing through his teeth as he slowly slides into you.

“So tight” He groans as he bottoms out in you, biting his lips as he draws back his hips and slams back into you roughly. You moan at this, obsessed as ever with the feeling of his thick cock filling you up. You dig your nails into his back and throw your head back with a loud moan as he begins to fuck you hard, grunting at the feeling of you wrapped around him. 

“Your pussy feels so perfect wrapped around my dick princess” He groans, eyes feral as he looks down at you “Made just for me wasn’t it baby?” He coos, keeping up his punishing pace as you can only whimper and moan in response. “Tell me baby” He demands in a low voice by your ear, making you shiver in pleasure.

“It was made for you Eddie. Only you” You moan out as he growls at your words and picks up the pace.

You’re completely lost in the pleasure, cockdrunk already as he keeps pounding you and whispering filthy nothings into your ear. His lips find your neck again, breathing heavily against your skin as he sinks his fangs into the other side with a long groan. Getting to both fuck you, feel your tight cunt clenching around him while he sinks his teeth into your neck is too much for Eddie. It pushes him over the edge, his hips snapping harder and more frantically into you as he drinks your sweet blood. The sensation of both prove too much for you as well, and you choke out his name as you cum around his cock, walls pulsing around him and pulling a strangled growl from his lips. He pulls away from your neck, careful not to lose himself and drink too much, as he fucks you animalistically through your orgasm. 

“I’m gunna fill you up baby, are you ready?” He growls, eyes glowing as you nod and whimper, a tear slipping down your face from the sheer pleasure of his dick. Eddie laps at your neck as his hips stutter against yours, moaning loudly into your neck as he pushes deep inside you and spills his seed into your tight walls. His eyes squeeze shut from the intensity of his orgasm, pure pleasure washing over him as he thrusts slowly into your tight heat, relishing in the taste of you on his tongue and the feeling of spilling into you. Eddie pants as he rides out his orgasm, pulling out of you with a grunt before rolling onto his back and pulling you to lay against him. “I love you so much” He says softly, running his eyes over your gorgeous features before they meet your neck and remember he bit you again in his throes of pleasure. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” He asks in concern, running his fingertips softly over the marks. You smile at him and shake your head.

“It was really hot actually” You say with a giggle, biting your lip as his eyes flash wickedly and he smirks at you. 

“I think I’m really going to enjoy being a vampire.”

[eddie-van-munson]

The Princess Bride (Farmhand!Eddie Munson x Princess!Reader)

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Warnings: Mentions of Blood (Nothing Graphic), Kissing, One Subtle Allusion to Smut, Childhood Best Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn...I think that's it?

Summary: You've been best friends with the stable boy since childhood, but when a suitor comes from across the sea to ask for your hand in marriage, you're forced to finally confront your feelings for him.

A/N: I hope y'all like this! I've had this in my drafts for literally over a year, but people seemed interested when I asked, so here it is! Please, Please, Please leave a comment! It will keep me writing!

Six Years Old

Your earliest memory of him was from the stream. 

His head was a mess of wild brown curls, so thick they nearly covered his eyes, and his pants had been rolled up past his knees. You'd been sitting in the gardens, ignoring your tutor's endless lesson on etiquette, when you spotted him through the clearing. He wobbled as he waded further, jumping forward suddenly as he tried to catch a fish with his hands. You had to hide your giggle with a polite cough, lest you be scolded.

The boy heard you, though. He stared at you as you obediently walked along the bank behind a man with a large nose. 

You made eye contact with him, and as soon as he noticed he'd won your attention, it became a game. Suddenly, he was pulling funny faces and splashing around the creek like a giant. He held your gaze all the while, flashing you a two-front-toothless grin when you finally fell into a fit of giggles. 

You'd had to recite forty lines that afternoon because of him, but it was well worth it to share a laugh as he mucked about in the water.

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Six Years Old

The next time you saw the boy, you'd fallen ill with fever. It'd been a few months since the stream, and you almost didn't recognize him as he plopped a bundle of healing herbs down on your bedside table. 

"You don't look like a Princess." He crossed his arms before him as he eyed you suspiciously. "You're awfully pale…And you're not even wearing a crown or a dress or anything." 

"I'm sick, you knob." You frowned, "No one wears a crown to bed." 

He hummed, sticking up his nose. "I thought Princesses had to be grown-ups." 

"I'll be queen when I'm a grown up." You announced, bossily. "And you'll have to do everything I say, or I'll send you to jail." 

He scoffed, "Not if I'm the King! The Queen has to do what the King says!" 

You rolled your eyes, "Well, you can't be King." 

"Yes, I can! Haven't you ever read King Arthur?" He pointed, brows raising. "I just have to find an enchanted sword and pull it out of a stone. Then I'll be the King, and I'll send you to jail." 

Your cheeks went pink as you argued, "King Arthur isn't even real!" 

"Yes, he is! And I'll be just like him! King Edward the First!" You giggled, and the boy flipped around from where he'd started strutting around the room, proudly. "What?"

"Edward is a funny name." 

As wildly offended as the boy was by this comment, he had to hide the smile that crept to his face at the sound of your hoarse laughter. "It is not!" 

"Yes, it is! Who's ever heard of a King called Ed? King Eddie!" You held your stomach, falling into another fit of giggles. 

He turned from you indignantly, "Fine! Stay here all alone with your smelly herbs, then! I don't need any silly ole' princess!" 

"No!" You croaked, sitting up in bed. "Don't go. It's so boring up here. I can hardly stand it." 

He sighed, putting a hand on his hip, and thought for a moment. "Only because you'll have me beheaded if I don't." 

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Ten Years Old 

"Oh goodness…You've gotten mud on your dress!" 

Your mother fussed over the little blue dress you were wearing, kneeling beside you to get a better look at the damage. Splotches of brown had been smeared over your front. Even your hair had a few streaks of dirt. 

"I got in a mud fight with Eddie." You informed her, as if the mess was perfectly justified by this. 

She chuckled, "I see. It looks like he may have won this time, hm?" She gave your cheek a gentle pinch, making your nose scrunch. 

"No, he didn't!" You turned, pointing at your friend. He dragged his feet behind you, looking defeated. 

Your mother burst into pretty laughter at the sight of him, resting a hand on her stomach. "Oh lamb…come here." 

The poor boy was absolutely caked in dirt. Not an inch of him was left unscathed. His wild curls were sopping with heavy mud, and you couldn't even see the embarrassed flush on his pouty face. He looked like he'd rolled around in the pig pen.  

The queen tutted affectionately, smirking. "Oh what am I going to do with you two?" 

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Thirteen Years Old

"Do you think he'll be alright?" Tears welled in your eyes as you sat in the windowsill in your room, watching Eddie as he walked quietly by himself in the distant fields, below. "I don't like seeing him cry." 

"He'll be alright, love." Your mother cooed, taking a seat beside you. "I know it's hard to see him in pain, but the poor dear's lost his mother. It might take some time for him to feel like himself again." 

You sniffled, holding your knees. The words trembled when you spoke again.  "He'll be sent away, won't he? He won't be allowed to stay at the palace anymore." 

The Queen frowned, stroking your hair. "Why do you say that?" 

"His mother worked in the laundry. That's why he's lived here so long. Without her, he-" You trailed off, voice cracking as you gave a soft sob. 

"Oh, silly girl." She chuckled softly as she dried your tears. "You think we'd throw Eddie out all on his own?" 

Your brow furrowed, confused. 

"Eddie's a strong boy, sweetheart. He works very hard in the stables and takes good care of the horses. He holds his own…and even if he didn't, he's family. We'd never send him away." 

Your whole demeanor relaxed, "You really mean it?" 

Your mother smiled, "Of course." 

Still, your eyes didn't leave him. You sighed, "He's so sad...He's sad and I don't know how to fix it. 

"I wish we could fix it for him, darling, but that's not how these things work. You can't take away that hurt. You just have to let him feel it." She straightened her dress as she stood, giving your hand a loving squeeze. "But that doesn't mean he couldn't use a friend." 

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Fourteen Years Old 

"I didn't know Princesses were allowed to climb trees." Eddie's grin was stained sweet and red, his legs crossed over a branch lazily as you plucked another strawberry from the bushel you'd collected that morning. 

Your etiquette teachers would be appalled if they could see you now, wearing little more than a chemise in the summer heat as you straddled a thick tree branch. Your feet were bare and dirty where they hung in the breeze. You smirked, "They are if nobody sees them." 

Eddie laughed, and it was such a clear sweet sound that you wished you could keep it tucked inside a locket. You sighed, longing to freeze time and keep things just the way they were forever.

You relaxed against a branch, "I've got my whole life to do what royalty is supposed to do. I've got to do fun things while I can still get away with it."

Eddie chuckled, "Maybe I'm a bad influence on you, after all.

You frowned, "Did someone say that to you?" 

He shrugged, unbothered. "The maids whisper it. They say a young lady shouldn't be left alone with a young man." He put on his best 'prim' voice, making you giggle. "I'm a threat to your innocence!" 

You held your stomach, laughing. "A threat to my innocence? That's horrible!" 

He grinned, "You're telling me!" 

The breeze rustled the leaves in the tree as you lounged, breathing in the sweet summer air. 

Eddie had strawberry juice on his lips. For the first time, the tiny, ant-sized thought of kissing it away crawled into your brain. You squished the ant. 

A bad influence, indeed. 

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Fifteen Years Old 

"Tag!" 

Eddie sprang up from the corner of the barn, sprinting after you as you ran off into the fields. 

You lost him quickly, cutting down and into the gardens. The morning dew was cool as the grass tickled your bare feet, and you nearly slipped as you ran over the stone path. A gloved hand grabbed your elbow to steady you. You turned to see a member of the palace guard; his brows furrowed. "There you are, Princess. Your Mother-" 

It all happened so quickly. Eddie ran through the bushes, a playful grin tugging his lips, and grabbed you from behind, "I've got you!" He yelled, drowning out your giggles. 

Before you realized what was happening, the guard ripped you from his hold, tossing you aside. Eddie was thrown onto the stone path, his temple hitting hard against the tile. Distantly, he heard you shriek. His vision was fuzzy and starry when he felt the weight of the guard pin him down, a drawn sword shoved against his throat. "You shall not touch her!”

"Stop! Stop it!' You grabbed the guard's arm, But he threw you back down. Eddie choked your name. 

"Stay back!" The guard barked at you, pressing harder against the blade. Eddie could feel blood trickling from his head. He was trembling, eyes closed tight. Still, the guard yelled in his face, “Who are you? Hands by your side!” 

"He's my friend!" You screamed hoarsely.

"Get off of him this instant!"

You'd never been so happy to hear your mother's voice in your life. The guard dropped his sword at the sight of her rushing towards him. Immediately, his face drained pale as a ghost. "Y-Your majesty!" 

"Get off of the boy, for god sakes, he's a child! Get off!" The man clambered off of Eddie as your mother knelt beside him, fussing over him dotingly, "Oh sweetheart, your head…You're shaking like a leaf…" 

He blinked hard, trying to clear his vision. The queen turned to the guard as you pitifully crawled over to your friend, pushing his curls back off of his forehead. "I'm sorry I'm sorry-" 

The guard searched for an explanation, "Your majesty, I thought the boy was-" 

"I know what you thought!" She snapped, sternly. She was well aware of the whispers surrounding yours and Eddie's friendship. Your mother's lips were pursed, cheeks red. You'd never seen her like that before in your life. "It gave you no right to hold a weapon to that child's throat!" 

"Your highness, I-" 

Your mother ignored the guard, turning back to you. "Help me get him inside." You nodded obediently as she squeezed Eddie's shaking hand, "I'll send for a doctor to check your head, darling."  

Eddie nodded, dizzily. 

You sat with him later that night when the doctor had gone and his head had cleared. The mark on his forehead would scar, no doubt, but it had been well tended, and any concussion he suffered was minor. This knowledge, of course, did nothing to soothe his nasty headache. 

"You're not a very good sport, you know." He groaned as you took his hand, smirking. "Siccing the palace guards on me just because I tagged you?" He tutted, "What a sore loser." 

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Sixteen Years Old 

"You have to tell!" You ran after Eddie as he hauled a sack of oats through the gardens to the stable. 

He ignored you, holding his nose high. "No, I don't. I don't have to tell you everything just because you're a princess."

You crossed your arms, "You have to tell me because I'm your best friend, you knob. Best friends don't keep secrets!" 

"Sure, they do. You mean to tell me you've never kept a secret from me?" 

You groaned, "That's different! You have to tell me if you fancy someone!" 

Eddie sighed, turning to face you, and dropped the sack of oats. "Why do you want to know so bad?" 

You blushed, stammering. "I…I want to help you confess your love!" 

Eddie laughed, "What a lie! You just want to tease me!" 

"Oh, Come on!" You pouted, putting your hands on his shoulders. If you tell me who it is, I'll tell you a secret, too."

"Tempting." He sighed, picking up the sack again and throwing it over his shoulder. "But no." 

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Eighteen Years Old

"You've got to keep it down…"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as he guided you towards the stables. "Why?" 

He laughed, "If I told you why, then it wouldn't be a surprise." 

He smirked when you groaned, reaching for the latch on the barn door. “You know I don't like surpris-..." 

 You went silent as he led you inside slowly, revealing a soft colored mare, and below her, her newborn foal.

"Oh!" You gasped, a smile creeping to your face. You stepped forward, wanting to approach the baby, but Eddie took your arm, gently pulling you back.

"You've got to be careful...the mare's protective of her. I nearly got kicked in the teeth this morning." He chuckled, enjoying the amazement in your eyes as you watched the mother and baby interact. 

"She's beautiful." You mumbled, grinning. 

Eddie couldn't help but smile, "She's strong too..." He paused, breath fanning your neck as he spoke just loud enough for you to hear. "She'll make a good riding horse, one day." 

You met his brown eyed gaze, biting your lip shyly as he nudged your arm with his elbow. 

You could feel him admiring you. 

You liked it.

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Nineteen Years Old

"Oh, Eddie. He was horrible…You wouldn't have been able to stop laughing!" 

Eddie clutched his stomach, laying back against the grass as he toyed with a wildflower. "That's because it's funny!" 

Your fingers fumbled with the ends of your hair, untangling the intricate hairstyle it's been tied up in. "It's not so funny when it's you!" 

Eddie grinned, looking starry eyed, "It really just fell off of his head?" 

"During dinner!" You exclaimed. Eddie fell into another fit of laughter. "Right onto his plate in front of everyone!" 

Your friend sighed, wiping his happy tears as he sat up to gather a handful of clovers. "I can't believe he wore an honest to God wig. The poor lamb." 

You laughed at his faux sympathy, watching his hands as he wove together stems. 

He looked so different from the little boy you'd befriended as a child. His wild curls had grown just past his shoulders now, his bangs often covering the scar on his temple. His arms and back were beautiful, muscles sloping gently beneath his skin, and while he was a hint more bronze than he had been as a boy, his freckles remained. His nose and his dimples had never changed in the slightest, and those big brown eyes reassured you that no matter how much Eddie had grown up, he'd always be that silly little boy, deep down. He'd always be your Eddie. 

"But what's the verdict?" He chuckled, "You never said. Is he the one?" 

You groaned, "You're mocking my pain." 

"I am not!" He fought a smirk. "I didn't want to assume. Maybe he was a wonderful conversationalist." 

You giggled, yawning. "I wouldn't know. I didn't catch a word he said after his hair went into his soup. 

Eddie gave you a fond smile, laying on his elbow beside you, "Here you are, princess. A crown." 

Your heart felt oddly achey as he draped a handmade crown of wildflowers over your head. You smiled, affection in your eyes. 

Your throat was tight when you spoke, "You're better than any prince, Eddie Munson." 

His cheeks flushed faintly. "Well, I don't know about that…" He tapped your nose playfully. "Most princes don't smell like a barn." 

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Twenty Years Old 

"Eddie, darling!" Your mother had called to him as he cut through the gardens back to the stable. His brows raised when he turned to find the Queen accompanied by you and the King. A man Eddie had never seen before held your arm, an unreadable expression on your face. Eddie bristled. 

"Your Majesties." Eddie nodded his head politely as the group approached, his muscles stiff with wariness. 

Your father gave a proud smile, gesturing to the stranger on your arm. "Son, let us Introduce you to Prince Carver the Fourth: Heir to the Throne of Hawkins."  

"An honor to meet you, Your Highness." Again, Eddie bowed his head. He'd never seen someone that looked so stiff. The two of you would have fun joking about it, later. 

Prince Carver was older than you, and by the looks of him, he'd never been outside a day in his life. Every last one of his blonde hairs had been tediously placed, as if he'd been sculpted out of clay, and his boots were perfectly polished black leather. The blonde eyed Eddie with disdain, crinkling his nose at the sight of his work clothes. "Yes, I'm sure." 

Eddie fought an eye roll. Another suitor, he assumed. The Royals were only being polite by offering him a tour, seeing as he'd travelled so far only to be rejected.

The Queen stepped towards him, glancing at the prince. "Eddie has become a very dear friend to our daughter, Prince Carver. Perhaps he would make a nice addition to your staff. He's served us so well in our stables." 

Confusion was visible in Eddie's face. An addition to his staff? What was going on? He looked to you for help, but your eyes were cast down into the grass. 

Prince Carver cleared his throat, "Unfortunately, we aren't lacking any farmhands at the moment, but you need not worry about the princess, your highness. She'll find much companionship in Hawkins, once we are wed."

Eddie felt his blood go cold. Absolutely frigid. 

Once we are wed. Once we are wed. Once we are wed.

His mouth opened to say something, but he couldn't find a single word. He was desperate to look you in the eyes, but his gaze was only met by a small shimmer on your left hand. An engagement ring. 

"Please excuse me, Your Majesties." 

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Eddie hadn't cried like this since his mother died. 

He hadn't felt the blow of such terrible loss since he'd been orphaned. 

He sat alone in the barn on a stool, tears rolling down his cheeks as he gently stroked his fingers through the mane of the foal he'd surprised you with two years ago.

It was a pretty horse…full grown now and patterned with soft brown spots across her back. You'd named her "Sweetheart" after hearing Eddie call her that. 

Come're, Sweetheart. 

Here you go, Sweetheart. 

Good job, Sweetheart…That's it. 

Pain shot through his chest at the realization that the horse would probably get to go with you to your new home. 

But not Eddie. Eddie would be left behind. 

He clenched his jaw, eyes burning as he buried his fists in his curls and tugged. He was angry. He couldn't help but feel angry. It wasn't fair. His whole heart was being shipped off to God knows where, and there wasn't a word he could say about it. 

It wasn't your fault. You were a princess. Your hand in marriage was a pawn in a game of political chess. It had been since the beginning. Both of you knew this. You always had. So why weren't the two of you happy that this inevitable union was one that would lead the country to thrive? 

Eddie took a deep breath, relaxing his hands from his hair and rubbing tears from his face. 

You'd daydreamed with Eddie before. Lots of times. It was always the same thing.

I wish we could just run off and live in the woods, Eds. Just you and me. We could build a little cottage beside a stream. That way, we could swim in the summertime. You could finally teach me to fish, too. 

Is that what he'd been expecting? Had he hoped, deep down, that he'd somehow end up in that cottage after all, spending summer days with you by a stream? 

Maybe. Or maybe he'd just wanted you. 

He'd dreamt up hundreds of different futures for himself. There were countless paths he'd wandered down curiously in his head, over the years. Some were outlandish and fantastic…some were more modest. As much as they varied from day to day, he was realizing now that his hopes for the future had always held something in common. 

He'd always had you. 

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The next week seemed never ending. 

Eddie didn't see you once. You were avoiding him. That much was obvious. 

Before the proposal, you made a habit of visiting Sweetheart at least once every day. You liked to brush her as you talked with Eddie, twisting braids into her coarse hair. She was spoiled rotten, no doubt, but that didn't leave the horse feeling any less deprived of attention with the sudden loss of your quality time. She'd gotten fussy over the week, whinnying and pacing in her stall. She'd even started kicking again, when she was feeling particularly agitated. 

Still, you made no appearance at the stable. Eddie was surprised, however, to look over the gate one evening to find Prince Carver walking swiftly through the grass. 

"Your highness." Eddie nodded, spotting the green apple in the man's hand. "Have you come to feed the horses?" 

"Certainly not." Carver scoffed, "I've come on behalf of the Princess. I find it inappropriate for her, as a lady, to be spending time in the stables. 

 I've reassured her that I'll take it upon myself to fulfill any required visits with Sugarplum." 

Eddie frowned, " Forgive me Your Highness, but I think you might be thinking of Sweetheart." 

The man scoffed, slapping the apple down in Eddie's hand before storming off.

 "Whatever the damned thing's name is." 

Eddie swallowed hard, calling after him. "Would you like me to show you how to feed her, Prince Carver?" 

The man laughed cruelly, "Heavens no. That's your job, is it not?" 

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"What on earth are you-! Edward Munson!" You gasped, immediately dipping over the stone ledge of your window to reach for him. He laughed, flashing you a boyish grin as he took your hand, pulling himself up and over the sill. 

Christ, you'll crack your skull one day!" You muttered, the both of you giving way to the effort and falling to the floor with a thump. 

"For the present my skull remains intact." He reassured, giving a faux bow of his head. 

You snorted, plucking dead leaves and briars from his thick dark curls. "What on earth put it in your head to climb all the way-" 

Eddie caught your hand, his eyes landing on your engagement ring. His thumb brushed over its stone as your heart sank into your belly. 

"Oh." 

Eddie studied the ring for a moment, taking in its details. There was a long silence. Finally, you spoke. 

"It's a dreadfully heavy thing." You pulled it off, placing it on your bedside table. "It catches on my gown, anyways."

A knowing smile crept to Eddie's lips. He sat in the silence for a moment before reaching into his pocket. 

A small wooden ring was produced, painted delicately along the band with tiny white flowers. He slipped it onto your marriage finger. "How's that one?"

You were breathless. "It..it's..." 

It was perfect. It was the most beautiful ring you'd ever seen, though you couldn't find the words to say so. 

Eddie's thumb brushes over the flowers, "I carved that for you when we were sixteen."

Tears welled in your eyes.

"I had it in my mind to propose to you then. The gardener stopped me when he discovered my plan." He gave a sad chuckle. A comfortable silence hung between you. Eddie took your hand, humming. "Would you have said yes?" 

"Eddie..." A tear rolled down your cheek, only to be brushed away carefully by his ever-gentle hand. You gave a sad laugh, your thumb stroking over his wrist. "You're not being fair." 

"Maybe not." He whispered, "But any man should be damned if he saw you and didn't want to keep you."

"It's cruel." Your voice wavered with emotion. "You know I've loved you since we were children...nothing can be done about it, Eddie."

"Nothing can be done about it?" Eddie gave a humorless laugh, "You're going to be Queen. Everything can be done about it." 

"What would you have me do?" Your brow furrowed. "Tell my father to end our alliance with Hawkins?"

"Yes! Hawkins only seeks to use us for our resources. Forest Hills is better off without their partnership." 

You swallowed thickly. The cicadas sang their response from the Glenside below. Again, Eddie wiped your tears. 

"Love is not something to be kept only for common folk. Your father will understand that. So will your kingdom." 

Something in you crumbled under his gaze. You drew closer, letting him envelope you in his arms. He held you for a long time, stroking your back, sweetly. 

"I spoke to your mother." He cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. Your head tilted back; eyes wide as you stared up at him. 

"Did you?" 

"Yes." His eyes were so warm and brown. You had admired them many times before this, but never quite so closely before. "I knew I was to ask for your hand...I couldn’t very well ask for your father's blessing, so I felt your mother's would be just as valuable. To us, at least."

You smiled, your forehead resting against his. "What did she say?" 

Eddie chuckled at the memory, "She pinched my cheek red. I wish you could've seen it. She cried and held my hand...told me she'd always known I would ask her one day." 

You gave a watery laugh, your fingers lacing tightly with his.

"She said she didn’t know if it was possible for me to make you mine, but that nothing would make her happier." 

There was a long silence. Eddie cradled your face, "Do you feel the same, little Princess?" Your pretty eyes fluttered at his whisper. "Do you love me the way I love you?" 

"How could you even ask?" 

Eddie chuckled, "Because I've done nothing but profess my feelings for you tonight, and now I'd like to hear you do the same." 

You chuckled, your smile fading with thought. 

"I knew...I knew I loved you about five summers ago." Eddie smiled fondly, his cheeks going pink. "We practically lived outside then...the world seemed so bright and warm and I didn't realize then that it was all because of you." You reached up, carding her fingers through his messy hair.  "The sun turned your curls golden on the edges-" 

Before you could finish your sentence, he was kissing you. He was soft and warm and strong, holding you close as you melted for one another. Eddie laughed, breathless, when you parted. "I'm afraid I win, then. I've loved you far longer than that." 

You laughed brightly as he kissed you again, working his way down your jaw to the column of your throat. "When?" You breathed, whimpering as he nipped at the crook of your neck. 

"It's hard to say." He moaned softly as you coaxed him back up to your lips, your hands lacing in his hair. "All I know is that I've never loved you more than I do right now." 

Another tear rolled down his love's cheek. He kissed it away. 

"But why these tears, now? Am I really that terrible?" 

You gave a watery laugh. "No. Not at all I...I just..." You gave a little sob. "I want to marry you. I want to be your bride and keep you always, but I can't-" 

"Marry me, then. Right now." 

You frowned, tucking a strand of his curls behind his ear. "What?" 

Eddie thumbed your ring as he caught your hand. "Do we not have a ring? A gown?" He swallows thickly, eyes darting between your night clothes and the mattress beside you.  "A marriage bed?" 

Slowly, You stood, guiding Eddie to stand before you. "We...we have to make a vow" 

"What kind of vow? I've never been to a wedding." 

You stared up at him, eyes brimming with love. "S-Something about.... For richer and for poorer. Through sickness and in health. From each sun to each moon." 

"May I write my own?" 

A tear rolled down your cheek as you nodded. 

He looked down at your hands, so soft and perfect in his rough ones. "I wish I could tell you that as my wife, you will want for nothing. I wish I could make you flowery promises about how you won't have a care in the world...but since I can't make you those promises, I'll make you the ones I can." 

He knelt before you, gazing up into your eyes. 

"I promise to you that no matter how hot the summer's day, I'll always climb to the highest branches to find you perfect, sun-spotted apples."

You giggled, a grin splitting your cheeks.

"I promise to let you spoil your horse as badly as you wish. Never again will I deprive her of a single sugar cube." 

Another giggle. Eddie kissed your knuckles.

"I promise to kiss you...often and abundantly...until you can't bear to kiss me even once more."

Eddie grinned at your blush. 

"I can't build you castles, but I promise you a home. I promise you food to eat and sturdy walls to keep you warm. I promise you children to nurse and adore." 

Eddie paused, heart fluttering.

"And I promise you love. The same love for you that I've held long since before I even knew what I was feeling." 

His voice wavers. 

"I promise that at the end of our lives, I will still feel it." 

Eddie clasped your hand with his, "So, Princess. If you'll have me...then with this ring, I thee wed." 

You repeated his words, falling to your knees to embrace him. Eddie caught you in his arms as he stood, peppering kisses to your nose, then your cheeks, and finally, your lips. 

His thumb brushed your new ring, gently. "I can't tell you how it feels to see you wearing it." He gave a watery laugh. "It's been sitting on my nightstand for four years now." 

"I wish I could wear it always..." 

"Why can't you?" He pulled back to meet your eyes.

Your expression sunk, "I'm afraid I'm still scheduled to be wed tomorrow morning." 

"Oh, don't be ridiculous." He hummed. "You think I'd allow another man to marry my wife?"

"Eddie..." He scooped you up, laying you gently upon your mattress before sitting beside you. "Promise me you won't do anything stupid tomorrow." 

He chuckled as you combed through his curls with your fingers. "When have I ever been known to do stupid things?" 

"I mean it. You remember what happened the last time someone thought you were a threat to my innocence. It would kill me to see you hurt." Your fingertips grazed the scar on his temple, stiffening at the memory of his head hitting stone. 

There was a long silence as Eddie gazed at the ring. He kissed each of your fingertips slowly. "Do you trust me?" 

"More than anything." 

Eddie smiled at this, holding your hand to his heart, "Then don't worry." 

You gave a hesitant smile. Eddie cradled your body against his, gently combing through your hair. 

"We must leave tonight." He whispered. "Disappear into the woods. If we rode as far as we could on Sweetheart, it would be nearly impossible for them to find us by the time morning came. It would be difficult, but we'd be free." 

Immediately, you tensed. "Eddie, no. He could have you killed if they found us." 

"Then you'd better hold me awfully tight for as long as you can, my love." 

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You woke to the sound of water rushing beside you. You laid upon a bed of moss; a thick blanket tucked around you. You felt shade cover you as a figure knelt as your side. A hand on your head, pushing your bangs back lovingly. You stretched and groaned in response, not wishing to leave behind the warmth of your blanket, and kept your eyes closed.

"What a shame." Eddie cooed with a smirk, seeing right through your fib. "My little wife is simply too weak and exhausted to carry on. I suppose I must leave her behind..."

Your eyes flew open, taking his bait. "Leave her behind!?"

Eddie laughed brightly, pulling you into a smiley kiss. You were beginning to think nothing in the world felt better than kissing him.

Eddie's nose nudged against yours as he hummed passively. "Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

Your jaw dropped, "I do not, Eddie Munson."

He giggled, "You most certainly do, Mrs. Munson. We had a whole conversation whilst you slept."

"What about, pray tell?"

Eddie laid on his back beside her, letting her rest against his chest as he tucked his arms behind his head. "How handsome I am."

You smirked, rolling your eyes as you kissed him. The sun was warm and the cool earth beneath you felt like silk beneath your skin.

"I feel like I could do anything I wanted out here. No one could stop me."

"You could." Eddie smirked with another peck. "But I'm afraid we must keep traveling, my love. We still have a long way to go."

"How far are we going?

He tucked hair behind your ear, "So far they'll never find you. So far that it will be impossible for them to take you from me."

You nodded, curling in against him.

"And once we have finally traveled far enough..." Eddie grinned down at you. "I shall build you our cottage by the stream." 

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[crossroadsserpent]

This is home.

Eddie Munson x GN! Reader.

(Warnings: cursing, fluff, mentions of abuse.)

Summary: Reader's step father kicks them out of the car during a thunderstorm so they decide to go to the munsen house since it was the closest.

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The rain was coming down in buckets, making visibility extremely limited especially for drivers.

You were in the back seat of your step-father's station wagon with your step siblings who LOVED to torment you, and today was no different. Today they took turns doing something to hurt you, alternating between pulling your hair and harshly jabbing their fingers into your ribs which you knew would leave bruises. This went on for almost an hour before one of them hit a particularly painful spot causing you to let out a pained yelp and that was it. Micha was PISSED.

He slammed on the break, turning back to you, eyes full of rage.

"ALRIGHT, THAT IS IT! Y/N! OUT OF THE CAR, NOW! YOU CAN WALK HOME AND EXPLAIN TO YOUR MOM WHY YOU GOT KICKED OUT OF THE CAR!"

You grabbed your bag and got out quickly, knowing that hesitating would only make him angrier. As soon as the door was closed the station wagon sped off leaving you standing on the side of the road, rain somehow coming down harder now.

Walking in the rain was hard due to the limited visibility and the weight of your bag, but you pushed though hoping you were getting closer to Hawkins. The further you walked the lighter the rain got until you were finally able to see what looked like a building and upon getting closer you saw it was the trailer park your boyfriend lived in.

"Oh thank God! Hopefully he's home..." tears started to flow as the reality of what happened finally started to set in.

Picking up speed you ran through the entrance of the trailer park and toward the trailer you've grown to love. You knocked on the door a few times before giving up and sitting on the edge of the porch, wondering why he wasn't answering the door. The answer would come in the form of his uncle who tiredly opened the door "Y/N? What are you doing here? And in the rain with no coat?"

You look up at him with a shrug "It's a really long story... is Eddie home?"

He shakes his head "No, he had his Dungeons and Dragons club today. I'm not sure when he'll be back but why don't you come in and get dry, you can wait for him inside."

You agree and go inside, explaining what happened while Wayne helped you dry your hair with a towel.

Once you were dry enough Wayne went back to bed and you made your way to Eddie's bedroom, so tired from all the walking you were intent on curling up on your boyfriend's bed.

You were asleep as soon as you laid your head on his pillow.

Eddie came home two hours later, humming softly as he walked in, being sure to lock the front door behind him. He made it to his bedroom doorway before he finally noticed you laying on his bed "what. the. fuck."

Eddie sat on the edge of the bed stirring you awake "Heyyyy Y/N, why are you in my bed? And uh... how did you get in?" He chuckled, brushing some stray hairs out of your face.

"Hey Eds, your uncle let me in." You smile softly and explain what happened and how you ended up in his bed. Eddie shakes his head, sliding his shoes and jacket off so he can lay down beside you while talking about how Hellfire went that day.

Laying together, Eddie's arms wrapped around you protectively, his face buried in your neck

"Are you going to go home tomorrow?" His voice was muffled but you could tell he was worried about you

"Home? I'm already home... this is home, that place is hell. No, no I'm not going back tomorrow, they can worry about me, I don't give a fuck." You chuckle and Eddie chuckles with you "good. Fuck Micha."

[illbedancingwithmyself]

Sure would be great if you could search for literally any term on tumblr.com without  half of the results being along the lines of  “Mpreg Eddie Munsen x reader with 3rd degree burns” fanfic posts

[wayward-mikaelson]

Stranger Things Masterlist

1. Nothing Last Forever (Eddie Munsen x F! Reader)

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Don't Think Like That: Eddie Munson X Reader

Summary: You arent very open about what people say or do to you at school. The last thing you want is for Eddie to worry about you

Pairing: Eddie X Reader

Warnings: self-deprecation, bullying, low self-esteem, that's it??

Word count: 2,295

When Eddie and I first met, I was a freshman and he was a junior, he quickly took to your witty personality and your carefree demeanor. You didn't care about what people thought about you, and you especially didn't care if people didn't like that you hung out with Eddie "the freak" Munson.

People would eye you in the hallways, gossip about why you hung out with, Eddie if you were as weird as him, if you were also a "satanist", and anything else they could choose to nitpick about you. But still, you couldn't bring yourself to care. You only cared about Eddie, hellfire, and your grades.

It is now my Junior year and Eddie is in his second senior year. The both of us have become practically inseparable as we both don't have any friends and certainly don't fit in with the "cool crowd". We both enjoy each other's company and touch, whether it be as simple as holding each other's index finger, or full-blown cuddling. Everybody in hellfire knows the feelings you both hold for one another, but you both have not told each other about them.

Tonight was the night Eddie was going to finish the campaign in the hellfire club so he skipped lunch to get everything ready for the grand finale. You opted to go to lunch and sit with the boys. Jason, noticing Eddie's absents, took the opportunity to try and talk to you.

Jason the oh-so-cocky fucker he is, sat down directly next to you, in Eddie's seat. The table falls silent, Dustin and Mike's quick remarks end, and the conversation comes to a full stop. After a few seconds Jason finally speaks up. "so y/n, I was wondering when you were finally gonna stop sitting with these freaks and come sit with some of the normal people". You had no idea what you were supposed to say in this situation, you've never been one for confrontation. The boys seeing your discomfort try and speak for you but they as well can't seem to get any words out that will end the situation. "oh, uh, I'm actually okay over here. But Ummm, thanks" you try to sound as polite as possible as to avoid any unnecessary conflict, but Jason being Jason does take very kindly to rejection. "I'm sorry was that a no?" his voice was suddenly filled with malice. His eyes were staring daggers at you as if they themselves were threatening you to choose your next words carefully. "I guess so, it's nothing against y-you or anything, I'm just not a people person or anything--" Jason quickly cut you off slamming his hand on the table, not saying anything about what you said. Just staring at you with those eyes, his hands clenched in a fist. He seemed shocked at the rejection and enraged by the thought of the "freaks" being better company than him. So, instead of leaving the no at a no, Jason decided to Gareth's lunch, and dumb all of it on you. You could feel the warmth of the weirdly runny mashed potatoes, the coolness of the obviously ignored peaches, and the solidness of the half-eaten "steak". Then, finally, Jason walked away, as if nothing happened. Each and every single member of hellfire just sat there, nobody made an effort to help or even moved. After a minute or so of incredibly awkward silence, you spoke. "Can we- can we not mention this to Eddie, please?" You couldn't put this on him, this was nothing compared to what he went through every day. "y/n we can't just not tell him, you know he would want to know about this. You're his best friend, he deserves to know?" Mike says in a questioning tone. Nobody at the table understood why you didn't want Eddie to know about the seemingly small incident. "Just, please, Eddie already hates Jason, I don't want to add fuel to the fire. You know how things can escalate. Please" Not wanting to argue the topic further, you went to your locking and grabbed your gym clothes to go change in the bathroom.

As you make the short journey from your locker to the bathroom, you heard the unmistakable voice of Jason. You internally sighed as he called your name. You tried to ignore his calls and attempts to somehow get your attention, but that's when you feel an arm grab your shoulder and spin you around. There were those fucking eyes again, somehow filled with more anger than before. "Are you seriously still going to ignore me? You saw what happened last time you did that, wanna try that approach again?" His words left you in silence, not wanting to push the situation any further, but also not wanting to seem as if you wanted to talk to him. There was no middle ground between the two with him, you wither give him exactly what he wants, or you don't. In this case, your silence as you thought about how to answer was enough for him to shove you against the wall. once again leaving you speechless. you quickly squirmed out of his grasp and made a B-line for the bathroom. Thanking whatever God that might be out there that he did not follow you in.

Changing into your gym clothes, luckily gym was your last class of the day so it would be easily explained away if Eddie asked about your clothes. You didn't know whether to go back to the cafeteria or just sit in the stall until the end of the period. opting for the ladder, you sat there. While you sat there, you couldn’t help but think about the other small things people have done or said to you, only because you were friends with the hellfire club. Eddie knew about some of them, most of them even, but this was one of the bigger things people have done to you, and you really could not put this on Eddie. He would constantly worry about your safety, and your mental well-being if this was added to the list of things he knew people had done to you, and if you had already decided he wasn't going to find out,you aware going to stick by that decision.

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Finally, the school day came to an end and all you could do was hope you wouldn’t see Jason or any of his goons on your way out of the building. Luckily, you didn't see them so you were able to walk your way to the theatre building in peace. When you walked in nobody but Eddie was there, which hopefully meant the group had not told Eddie about the lunch incident. " Hey, sweetheart, eager for the  finale huh?" he greeted you with his warm smile and big brown eyes. "Of course Eds how could I not be? it's not like it's the biggest moment of the game or anything." you replied sarcastically, earning yourself one of Eddies subtle laughs, and small smirks. " take your seat princess I'm sure the boys will be here soon" You never actually played with the boys, you enjoyed the story and the excitement from all of them more than playing the game with them, and because of this, Eddie had gifted you your own "throne" next to his. The throne in question was a plastic lawn chair that Eddie spray-painted gold. He had made it for you shortly after you had met, you knew that Eddie was going to be one of your closest friends when he proudly presented it to you.

Soon after you arrived the boys had made their way in, looking at you as if they were silently asking if you had told them. you gave each and every single one of them a look as if to tell them you had not, and that they should not either. With everyone there the campaign began, everyone, forgetting about the incident in the meantime. That is until Dustin decided to ask "does anybody else smell mashed potatoes?" With that, you could feel your heart rate begin to quicken, and everyone but Eddie quickly glanced at you. Mike, trying to dismiss it threw out a quick "no" and you just look at him in a questioning way trying to hide your panicked state. Eddie, not thinking anything of it, continued the game.

About an hour later, Dustin decided to speak up again "Are we all sure this room doesn't smell like school lunch, I might not have shoulder bones, but I have a pretty good noise and I swear I smell steak or something right now" You glared at Dustin, and he quickly looks away. "you know what, yeah, whos holding out on us?" Eddie states making everyone laugh, everyone except for you. All you could do was walk out of the room in hopes to avoid any further food remarks.

Eddie goes through so much bullshit in this school, all the comments about him being a freak, all the side-eye glares, rude gestures, all of it. He really, REALLY, did not need the added stress of worrying about your wellbeing.

Everyones gaze followed you as you walked out the door. Nobody made any effort to stop you, nobody followed you out. Or at least, so you thought. You made your way to the woods to try and clear your head, worries, stresses, and everything else in between. you knew that your reaction to the food statement was going to lead to one of the boys telling Eddie about the incident. All you had to do was wait for the confrontation from him. You couldn't help but worry about his reaction, was he going to be mad? sad? unbothered? All of those reactions seem awful at the moment. As you sat there thinking you heard the subtle crunching of leaves, indicating someone was coming toward you. "Hey, sweetheart" It was Eddie, your heart dropped as you made no attempt to look in his direction, or speak to him. "sweetheart look at me, please" his voice sounded desperate and sad but you still could not bring yourself to match his gaze. With a sigh, he sat down next to you and joined you in your silence. Pulling you into his shoulder, with his arm around your waist and his other hand holding yours.

You don't know how long you sat there, it seemed like forever and less than a minute all at the same time. "talk to me princess" there it was, the silence you so desperately held on to was gone. knowing you can't ignore his request again you finally spoke." it's nothing Edds, a small moment of weakness no big deal" you say as you simultaneously hold your arm out flexing your almost nonexistent muscles trying to lighten the situation. "its obviously not nothing, you walked out of hellfire, you've NEVER done that sweetheart" his voice sounded so soft and caring, you never really seen this side of Eddie. whenever you mentioned the previous incidents he would always make a joke to try and make you feel better, you've never actually talked about what happened. " You've already got so much to deal with, I can't be another thing to worry about Edds. I can't ask you to do that" You look down as you speak, not being able to make eye contact with him fearing if you did he would be able to see right through you. "It's my job to worry about you, hell, it's not even a job. even if I didn't want to worry about you I would, I think about you all the time, I mean a gross amount of time is spent thinking about you y/n" The use of your name spoke more than he knew. you could tell he truly meant what he was saying, and with that, you finally looked at him. "I'm sorry Edds" You can feel yourself crumbling as you speak, as you look at him, as you think. "I'm sorry you worry about me, I'm sorry, I'm not important enough for you to worry about me. you should be worrying about the hellfire club, you should be worrying about graduating for real this year" tears begin to form in your eyes as you speak again. with every word his face softens. "sweetheart, no, no, no, no. you are more than important to me. you are EVERYTHING to me, you're the reason I get up in the morning and come to this hellhole of a school, you're the reason I'm able to tolerate all the assholes that walk around here, and you're the reason I feel like I can be myself." He holds eye contact with every word he says, trying to make you understand what he is truly saying with his words. "I'm not all that special Edds, I don't do anything, I'm always just kinda there, there isn't anything great-" you're suddenly cut off by Eddie kissing you. You quickly kiss him back, not wanting the moment to end you wrap your arms around him in the hopes of keeping him there forever. but all good things must come to an end "you are special, you are not unimportant, you are perfect in every sense of the word, please come back to hellfire. back to me?" He stands up and holds his hand out, waiting for you to grab it. The look in his eyes tells you he isn't going to go or move until you go with him. "Okay Edds, okay," you say with a smile, a smile growing on his face as well.

" And while your at it you might as well be my girlfriend just saying"

"that has a pretty good ring to it Munson"

[gloxina111]

A Dustin Henderson x eddie's younger sister reader fic

Any thoughts????

(I’m still gonna write it anyway)