#eddie munson season 4

[luvsfics]

Thinking about the morning after with eddie. He’d be so sweet and he’d wake you up with kisses down your bare back and shoulders.

The sunlight sneaking through the blinds, the birds chripping outside, eddie’s soft lips pecking down your spine.

He’d stop at the end of your sacrum, his rough hands grabbing at your ass, folding with it before giving your ass a light slap, making you whine at being woken up by his playful actions.

“Let me sleep, you ass.” You groaned, snuggling into his pillow, squeezing your eyes shut.

“But I miss you..” he whined, kissing your sides, his long hair tickling your back. You groaned, turning over to meet his chest.

“Well, this is a much better view.” He smiled as his gaze moved down to your tits, all in their bare glory.

You slapped his chest, giggling as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into you, pressing his delicate kiss to his lips.

His big hands travel down your body and settle on your waist. As you break the kiss, you both get lost in each other’s eyes, gleaming at each other and savoring the sweet moment.

“My beautiful girl.” He mumbled as he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

You giggle as he began pressing small kisses all over your face and neck, his lips feeling ticklish on your soft skin.

“Eddie!” You laughed, trying to push him off you. His fingers began to tickle your sides, making you laugh even harder.

You could get used to this.

[munsonsfairy]

silly silly silly

[shlutnutt]

69

sum: just Eddie’s non-ending obsession for eating your pussy

w: oral (fem receiving + male receiving)(more fem receiving), masterbation mention, fingering mention (male on fem), rough intercourse mention, pervy eddie?, overall explicit language

pls be advised that this one’s very explicit!

Eddie would be the one to initiate it all, he can’t bare not having his face buried deeply between your thighs, always teasing you for long before finally beginning his act onto your cunt. You’ve began Eddie’s pussy obsession and not much long after casual hookups he’d be needy for your pussy, awaiting by your casual hookup spot; hair tied into a messy pony, nails clipped and filed down and stubble freshly shaved down for your comfort. When the man’s ready for you, he’s fully ready. So ready he could eat you out first glance if you’d let him.

Munson’s known to be a pleaser, he’d hardly ever ask for anything in return and that’s what made you continue to crawl back to him every single time, like his lost puppy out in the rain. If he ever did want head in return he’d subtly just mount you upside down him so your pussy stays attached to his mouth whilst you try to fit him into your mouth, quick to just lie on bed so you’re more comfortable for him. He’ll never just want you to give him head though, he’s too pussy drunk to just watch as your cunt would water for him, too hard for him to not think about tongue fucking you until you’d beg for his cock. You’d kitten lick him down to his balls and up to his tip, sucking him thoughtfully as he’d let out low grunts under his breath, eyes tightly closed as his hair would stick to his forehead from his needy sweating. Although he’d love every second of it, dude wouldn’t be able to concentrate knowing you’d be swollenly ready for his mouth.

He’s so incredibly good at eating pussy that your first initial thought of him was that he’s had a collection of women prior to you for practice and experience, but he indeed did not. Dude’s a loser who just picks up from pornos he’d get off to when you’re not around, observing which specific actions made the women moan, shake, grunt and scream louder, which actions they’d beg more of and so on. He’s a strong listener when it comes to becoming an expert, and to his advantage it has been working out for him. He wouldn’t admit to that though, he’d always say that if one knows the anatomy and sweet spots of a woman, there’s nothing easier than pleasuring them. “It’s common sense” he’d always say.

Not a single word needed to suppress from his lips to read what he was up and ready for; eating you out. It’d be so painfully obvious too, he’d be blushing red, nothing but burning cheeks and plump lips up to view as he’d try his best to have a normal conversation without getting distracted by the tightness in his pants, him trying his best to subtly readjust his length up to his belt-line, where it’d be less of a distraction for the two of you, dazy eyes turning dark from the thought of your cunt alone. He’d also just cuddle you with his arms wrapped around your thighs and his head resting onto your lower belly, too painfully close to your core. No movie could distract his naughty thoughts of you. He’d sometimes even close his eyes reminiscing past situations where he’d be fucking you senselessly against any platform that’d hold you stable as your legs would fully give up on you from pleasure, jewelry chiming against the hard of his chest as he’d pound into you uncontrollably, having you scream out his name as he’d near his ear close to your mouth to soak in his name being screamed out that way.. he wouldn’t stop thinking about the times where you’d be cumming nonstop for him as he pleasured you with his cock, mouth and fingers.., where he’d be sucking every inch of your body, having you in absolute awe once he’s finished with you, watching as your body would go limp beneath him.

Sure if every man ate pussy like he did, the world would’ve been a better place. The way he’d begin by placing open-mouthed kisses from your jaw, to your neck, then your chest down to your belly, giving himself a couple seconds to appreciate and dedicate pleasure to each bit of flesh you’d have exposed to him. Leaving nothing but slight bits of saliva-traces onto your lower abdomen as he’d undress your lower half and immediately attack your thighs with his mouth, helplessly grunting to himself as he knew he was about to commence his all time favorite act. He’d be pumping himself with his free hand as the other would use a thumb to ghostly rub tiny circles around your dampened clit, him animalistically biting onto his bottom lip as he’d try his best to not pleasure you with his mouth just yet. Eddie would then begin with his tongue, allowing himself to trace messy licks around your outer and inner labia, spitting onto your opening for him to stick his tongue inside you, stiffening his neck to tongue fuck you mindlessly. He’d be quick to giving himself the chance to exit you and wrap his pink lips around your bud, sucking on it so carefully it had you subconsciously wrapping your thighs around his head, him quick to placing both hands around your legs and opening them to a comfortable extent for the both of you, gripping them tightly open for your pussy to be fully up to view, exposing each one of your holes for him. He’d then repeat his actions over and over again, each time adding something new, having you in an absolute mess with just his mouth. He’d be finalizing his act by wrapping his mouth around as much of your pussy as he possibly could’ve, sucking as much as he was able to for then to fuck you with the precum dripping dick that was awaiting you.

Eddie would absolutely adore how wasted you’d look after he’d be finished pleasuring you, and you’d just find him adorable, the way he’d read your face so closely as if he’d just fallen in complete utter love with you, the way he’d softly kiss you with his pussy-juiced lips, carefully massaging areas he’d perhaps had gone too rough on, having you squirm under his touch as your body would melt under his delicacy. Sometimes you’d wish everyone’s given the chance to experience someone like him. But you’re too selfish to share him with anyone else and he knew that, that’s what encouraged him to treat you as just his, pleasure you better than anyone in the world could, eat you like nobody could, fuck you like nobody would, kiss you, hug you, talk to you, touch you.. he knew he did it better than anyone you’ve had fun with in the past, and he loved every bit of that.

here’s to tag most of my mutuals since i’ve been gone for about a year now :3.. forgive me if you guys aren’t eddie stans and just read my evan fics, wanna make sure if you guys are still alive to know if i should continue to write more evan character fics!

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staying over at Eddie’s after school and fooling around a bit. you purposely leave your underwear in his room so that he:

1) has his favorite pair of your panties

2) the added knowledge that he drove you home, that you sat in his van with no panties on.

although you’ve been home for around an hour and he hasn’t texted you about anything aside from his “jus got back” message from 47 minutes ago

you assume his room is so messy that he hasn’t even noticed them. that’ll make them all the more thrilling when they’re found so you don’t dwell on it.

about 20 minutes after these thoughts you get a message from Eddie.

it’s a picture of your panties absolutely covered, soaked, in his cum. the following text just says

“i think u forgot these”

[neonghostlights]

A/N: Hey, y’all. So this one is gonna be a wild ride. I do have a tag list for this but I will only add you if your bio confirms you are over 18. If you’re a minor please don’t interact with me or my blog. Also, I named this after the song by The Pixies.

Summary: You haven’t been the same since you woke up in the hospital with memory loss after the earthquake hit Hawkins. When strange things start happening and you feel like you’ve started losing your mind, a group of strangers offer to help. Even though you’ve never met them before, they seem to know you better than you think. 

Warnings: Post Season 4, Blood (a lot), Nightmares, Head Injury, Memory Loss, Brief Mention Of Hospitals and Doctors, Medication (Pills), Not a whole lot of dialogue in this chapter mostly world building, 18+ Minors DNI

Word Count: 2.5k

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Series Master list

Part One

Friday, August 22nd, 1986

There was blood, screaming and devastation as you crouched over the body. The blood was forming a dark puddle around the person. It stained your hands with a deep crimson but you didn’t care. All you knew was that you needed to help this person. Whoever they were. 

The screaming roared in your ears, so loud that you were certain you would burst an eardrum. You weren’t sure where it was coming from though. You didn’t have time to search for a source. You needed to save them. 

Tears made your vision blurry as you pressed on the wounds, hoping to keep the stranger's blood inside of their body. Your hands slipped along the skin through their torn shirt, making it difficult to apply pressure. 

Wherever you were was dark. Red lights flashed in the distance but you didn’t have time to focus on that. 

There was too much blood. There were too many wounds. You were losing them. 

Another scream, louder this time rang through the air. The person was trying to talk to you but you couldn’t hear their voice. Another bloody hand pressed against your own, like they were trying to comfort you despite their bleeding out. 

You looked at the person's face to see what they were saying but they were gone. Where their body once laid was suddenly empty. Blood still stains your hands, your clothes, the pavement. So much that you could smell it on your skin and taste it on your tongue. 

Another scream. 

You pressed your hands to where the body once laid. 

“No. No. No. No. No,” you wailed as you ran your hands over the ground, hoping that they would appear again. “Come back.”

You jolted forward in your bed. Sweat coated your skin, causing your shirt to stick to you. The air wooshed in and out of your lungs loudly as you panted. The beating of your heart echoed loudly in your head. A crinkled top sheet and blanket were tangled at your feet while your pillow laid on the floor from your thrashing. 

Your alarm rang loudly from your nightstand beside you. Signaling the start of a new day. You slammed your palm down on it to get it to stop. Reaching over, you clicked off the lamp that you had started to leave on everynight in hopes that it would rid you of your continuous nightmares. 

So far, it hasn't worked. Not that you had much hope in it anyways, nothing you had tried had helped you in your predicament. 

The room was hot, or maybe it was just because you were still worked up from the nightmare. 

Nightmares, nosebleeds, headaches, memory loss. All normal from your head injury. Or so the doctor tells you at every visit. 

You had gone from normal to nutcase in a moment's notice. Ever since you had been injured in the earthquake, you hadn’t been the same. You knew it, your mom knew it, the whole town of Hawkins probably knew it. 

You didn’t remember the earthquake. Nor did you remember much of the week leading up to it. All you did remember was waking up in a hospital bed with your mother by your side.

Just a head injury. That’s what the doctors had said after tests upon tests while you were in the hospital. Like that was the most reassuring thing in the world to hear. 

If your mom didn’t force you to go to your appointments then you would have stopped going a long time ago. If you had to hear someone in a white coat tell you to ‘just give it more time’ again you thought you would go even crazier. 

You tried to appear hopeful to make your mom happy. But even that was becoming tiring. She could be overbearing. It was enough of a fight to allow you to live on your own even though you were an adult. You couldn’t blame her though. Ever since your dad had died when you were younger she had been a nervous wreck. Your injury was just the tipping point. 

You physically couldn’t stand to stay in a house with her anymore. She hovered over everything you did. And though you were grateful to have a parent that loved you so much, you had enough. 

Every nightmare where you woke up panting and screaming was reason enough for her to burst into your room to check on you and scare you even more. The constant fussing over you with your headaches and nosebleeds even though they were common occurrences now had made you feel ten times worse, causing you to snap at her when she tried to help you. 

Enough was enough. So after a lot of fights and heated debates, you moved into the small home that your grandmother had once owned. Really this arrangement worked out for everyone. The once empty house now had life in it again. You would be able to take care of it and try to fix it up while you also got space from your mother. 

You liked being alone in your little house. The only downside would be the silence making your thoughts louder. Playing your music cranked up all the way from the little radio that sat on your kitchen counter seemed to help with that for the most part. Not only did it help with your thoughts, but the music also miraculously helped your headaches. And when there wasn’t the music, there was always the heaps of medicines you had been prescribed. 

You didn’t know why the music helped. When you told your doctor he just raised his eyebrows at you and wrote something down. So who knows. 

The house was a small two bedroom in a wooded area not too far from Lovers Lake. Far enough that the house received minimal damage from the quake. 

If only you could say the same about yourself. 

You pushed yourself out of the bed and trudged to the bathroom. Surprisingly, you didn’t wake up with a nosebleed today. They happened so often that you had to switch out your white sheets for a darker color because you got tired of scrubbing them everyday. At this point you felt like you could single-handedly leave a crime scene spotless while armed only with a scrub brush and hydrogen peroxide.  

Your days were usually all the same. You get ready for work in the hallway bathroom, remind yourself to fix the leaky sink, take your medication, grab your lunch, and run out the door. 

Your drive to work was full of detours and sharp turns. The earthquake happened back in March, and seems like the town is taking its time to rebuild. Some roads were still shut down, including most of mainstreet. 

There had been a large number of environmental scientists roaming the area around the quake. A lot of men with hazmat suits frequented the sites of destruction. Every time you saw them it gave you the chills. Reminding you of something from an apocalyptic movie. 

You pulled into the small brick building with the bright yellow sign outside. Hawkins Daycare was not your first choice for a job. But as it turns out, bills do not stop for natural disasters or medical emergencies. So here you were.

You walk in through the front doors. No kids were there yet so you joined your coworkers in getting things set up for the day. The two ladies you worked with were older than you by at least 30 something years. You also suspected that they didn’t like you since you replaced their friend that had retired. This left you all working together in silence. 

Not that you minded. You just wanted to do your job and go home for the day. The worst part would be the days that the headaches are bad. Kids screaming and crying over spilled paint or missing toys definitely didn’t help. 

Today was definitely one of those days. It had started out so well but around lunch time your head was pounding. Every noise and glare of the harsh fluorescent lights intensified the pain to the point of nausea. 

Your coworker, Connie, must have noticed you rubbing your temples, or maybe it was the squinting or winces at every loud child but she gave you a pointed look. “Are you okay over there?” She said as she sat in a chair too small for her, helping a kid glue some papers together. It wasn’t hard to miss her condescending tone. 

“Yep, I’m just gonna run to the bathroom really quickly. Be right back.” You got up and grabbed your bag. Determined to make it to the bathroom before she could even reply to you. 

You slid the lock on the bathroom door the second you shut it. Standing in front of the sink you pressed your forehead against the cool glass of the mirror. 

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. 

You pulled away from the sink to reach in your bag and dig until your fingers made contact with the plastic bottle. 

Using the water that flowed from the sink and your hands as a cup, you swallowed down the 3 pills of extra strength whatever you had grabbed from the pharmacy. 

Another breath. 

You opened your eyes again when you felt the wetness on your face. 

“Shit,” you muttered as you cupped your hand over your nose to try to catch the blood before it ruined your shirt any more. 

You grabbed a handful of the harsh paper towels, wetting them in the sink before you wiped the blood from your nose to your upper lip. 

You leaned closer to the mirror to ensure you had gotten it all when you saw a dark figure run quickly behind you. The shadowy silhouette had moved so quickly you almost missed it. 

“Hello?” you called. Back pressed against the sink. You knew you had to be alone. The doors were open to the two stalls in front of you leaving the intruder with no place to hide. 

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. 

“It’s not a nightmare. You’re okay,” you reaffirmed yourself before spinning to make sure you had cleaned all the blood off before going back to work. 

The rest of the day went by without any more mishaps. You could’ve gone without the judgemental  looks Connie purposefully shot you and the blood stains on your shirt from your nosebleed. 

At least it was friday. 

The weather was nice enough to roll the windows down in your car for the drive home. The loud guitar solo playing from your speakers assisted in clearing your mind as you navigated the roads home. 

Times like this were your refuge. You had always loved music but since your injury it had become your lifeline. It was the only time you didn’t have to think about the headaches, the nightmares, the nosebleeds, the memory loss, or the constant feeling that something was misplaced. You could just exist. 

The memory loss was probably the worst part. The days leading up to the earthquake were gone. A large chunk of highschool was gone. Certain birthdays and holidays were gone. Your highschool graduation was gone. It was an unsettling feeling like a large part of you was lost forever. 

Whenever you asked your mom about the hospital or about how exactly you had gotten hurt in the quake, you were always met with a deflective answer. You assume it’s just too hard for her to talk about. 

The ding of the gas light turning on drew you from your thoughts. Making a sharp last minute turn you pulled into one of the only gas stations on this side of town. 

On the way into the store you dug in your bag, in search of your wallet. You didn’t realize the man was there until you ran right into his chest. Your wallet hit the ground with a loud smack.

“Shit, are you okay?” the man said, grabbing your arms to keep you steady. 

“Uh, yeah. Sorry about th-” your words died in your throat as you realized who you had run into. 

You cleared your throat and pointedly looked at where his hands still rested on your arms . “Yeah, Eddie. I’m fine.”

He pulled his hands away quickly but his look of concern didn’t disappear. 

“You know who I am?” he said so quietly that you almost missed it. 

“We went to school together, I think.” You shuffled your feet awkwardly. “Besides, I think everyone knows who you are.” You tilted your head towards two older men that stood outside the gas station smoking their cigarettes and glaring at Eddie. 

Eddie had gotten himself into some trouble right before the earthquake. You had no memory of it happening but according to the news reports and the talk around town it was a big deal. 

The murders of Chrissy Cunningham, Fred Benson, and Patrick Mckinney had rocked the town of Hawkins. You couldn’t remember the story you had heard exactly but apparently there had been a manhunt for Eddie. He had been the main suspect due to some damning evidence. The rumors of his ties to Satanism and the occult surely didn’t help his case to the town either. 

You didn’t have many memories of Eddie from school besides the occasional class or his lunch table rampages that you only vaguely recalled. He seemed to have been just a passing blur in the hallway. Honestly, if you hadn’t seen him in front of you now you probably wouldn’t have been able to put a face to the name. 

“Right, from school. Let me just grab that for you,” he said as he snatched your wallet from the ground and held it out for you. 

You took it out of his hand and clutched it protectively to your chest. It didn’t go unnoticed from you that Eddie kept opening and closing his mouth like he had something else to say to you. 

Eventually he gave up and snapped his mouth shut. His eyes never leaving your face, bouncing around each of your features like he didn’t know where to focus. You felt uneasy. Not that Eddie was as scary up close as he looked from a distance but a nagging voice in the back of your head reminded you that he was accused of murder. Yeah, all of the charges had been dropped, but it was still scary. 

What if the courts had gotten it wrong?

You were saved from the awkward silence when one of the men smoking in front of the building spoke up. “Hey, is he bothering you?”

You and Eddie both snapped out of your trances. He took a large step back away from you to give you some space. 

You shook your head at the older men and gave Eddie a polite smile before sidestepping around him to head into the gas station. 

When you made it inside you glanced over your shoulder to see him still standing where you left him. His shoulders were tense and his head was tilted down like he was staring at the ground. 

Weird. 

You grabbed your snacks and paid for your gas. Ignoring the strange sense of panic overtaking your body. 

By the time you made it back outside, you were relieved to see that Eddie Munson was gone. 

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I Wanna Be Yours - Part Two

Part One Here Part Three Here

It had been a couple of weeks since you had confessed your feelings about Eddie to Robin and you had shoved the thoughts to the back of your mind yet again. Steve and Robin had asked both you and Eddie to come out with the two of them, like old times. This was something that almost rarely happened since Halle was born. It would usually result in just one of you going out while the other stayed home with the girl. Eddie really didn’t like leaving her at all if he could help it and you couldn’t blame him, you wanted to spend a good chunk of your time with her as well. Steve and Robin had worn Eddie and you both down together, convincing you to let Nancy to watch Halle overnight. Nancy and Johnathan had their own daughter who was right around Halle’s age, but just a little bit younger.

It was going to be Halle’s first night staying at someone other than Wayne’s house without her dad. Eddie had hesitantly agreed to the night out with his group of friends. When you all got to the hideout later that evening, the first thing he did was call Nancy and Johnathan’s to check in on her. Nancy has assured Eddie that Halle was doing great. Her and Emma were both fast asleep by now. Once he got off of the phone and handed it back to the bartender, he sat at the table with his small group of friends.

“How’s Halle?,” You ask as he sits down.

“She’s good. She’s asleep for the night so I think we’ll be okay,” He responds.

“See man, everything is under control. Relax, have a few drinks,” Steve said and handed Eddie a shot. It wasn’t that Eddie didn’t drink anymore, he liked to come home from his shift at the plant on Friday’s and have a few beers after Halle was asleep in her bed, but he hadn’t been out and gone drinking with his friends in what felt like years. Eddie took the shot Steve handed him and tried to cut loose a little bit. He was happy that you were here with him and knowing that he wasn’t the only one wanting to know the wellbeing of his daughter. He really appreciated that you cared so much for his daughter. You all take a few more shots and Eddie notices that you’re anxiously checking the time on your watch every 15 minutes or so.

“Guys c’mon, you’re in your 20’s, act like it!,” Robin said passing out more shots. You knew in the back of your head that she was right. You had taken about 3 shots at this point and started to feel the alcohol warming your body. Most other 23 year olds you knew would be out partying like this most nights of the week. Even most 25 year olds you knew were still in that phase of your life. So you knew that you and Eddie acting like you were a couple of 50 year olds was completely abnormal for your age range. A band comes on stage and Eddie glances up to see a group of guys that were probably in their early twenties starting a set.

As he watched the band play, he thought back to his own days of being in their position. He missed those days from time to time. The more those thoughts flooded his mind, the more he realized that he did deserve to have a single night of partying like the old days. The more shots Robin, the more she cheered for the band on the stage, and you couldn’t help but laugh at her when she did. Since it was a Saturday night, there were more people than normal at the Hideout, but there still wasn’t a great big crowd. Robin was really standing out amongst the crowd. She grabbed your hand and pulled you up with her to dance along to the catchy rock song that band was playing and started cheering for them even more. You laughed and felt yourself relaxing as you danced along with Robin.

“Can’t believe that that was you up there not long ago, huh?,” Steve asked Eddie and they both chuckled.

“Yeah man, it’s crazy how fast time is going by. I don’t get to play my guitar as much as I would like to anymore. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t trade Halle for anything in the world, but it would be nice to have some time to pick up my old hobby again and maybe even play a gig again,” Eddie responded.

“Hey man, there’s nothing wrong with that. You don’t have to justify missing a time before your kid. You do so much for her and you deserve to have some you time,” Steve says and Eddie just nods in agreement.

“Speaking of you time, have you been talking to anyone lately?,” Steve asks Eddie. Steve seemed to be very interested in Eddie’s love life lately and he couldn’t figure out why.

“Nah, man, I don’t have time for dating,” He said, subconsciously looking over at you dancing along to the music. Steve follows his gaze and smirks.

“Uh huh, sure,” He says and chuckles. Eddie looks back at Steve and furrows his brows.

“What does that mean?,” Eddie asks.

“I just mean that maybe you’re basically in a relationship and don’t realize it,” Steve says, taking a swig of his drink.

“I am not in a relationship,” Eddie says defensively.

“Eddie, I have never had someone look at me the way you look at Y/N,” Steve states.

“I don’t look at her in a certain way. She’s my best friend and the godmother to my daughter,” Eddie responds.

“She’s basically your wife, Ed. You’re living in ignorant domestic bliss. That’s why you’re not interested in dating,” Steve chuckles again and Eddie scoffs.

“She is not my wife man,” Eddie replies.

“Okay, then tell me you’re not in love with her,” Steve says.

“I love her because she’s my best friend and has been for years,” Eddie says, not meeting Steves eyes, but not admitting his true feelings.

“Uh huh, that’s just a fancy way of saying you’re in love with her. Those almost sound like wedding vows,” Steve teases Eddie. Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Hey guys, the band invited Y/N and I over for a drink to their table. We’ll be right back,” Robin says taking another shot and grabbing your hand and dragging you over to the bands table. Eddie’s eyes wander over to you as you sit down at the table next to one of the band members. He watches as he put his arms around your shoulders and orders drinks for the table and Eddie scoffs again.

“Ooh, someone’s jealous. Gonna be hard hiding those feelings now lover boy,” Steve teases Eddie again. Eddie looks at Steve with an annoyed face.

“Why are you suddenly so interested in my love life anyways?,” Eddie asks him.

“Well, before you know it, Halle will be starting school, giving you some more free time. I just think it would be easier if you realized now that you had the girl of your dreams literally living with you and helping you raise your kid before you started trying to get back out on the dating scene,” Steve responds.

“Well thank you very much for you concern Harrington, but I’m a big boy and I can handle myself,” Eddie says, looking over at you again. You meet his eyes for a second and make a fake disgusted face at him without anyone else seeing to signal that the guy with his arm around you was getting on your nerves and he chuckled.

“Case in point. You two can literally communicate without communicating. You’re so in love with each other and oblivious its disgusting,” Steve says.

“Wait, at first you assumed that I was in love with her, now you’re assuming that she’s also in love with me?,” Eddie asks looking at Steve again.

“Takes two people to make a marriage work Eddie,” Steve says and Eddie rolls his eyes yet again ,” Your eyes are gonna get stuck like that.”

“You sound like me scolding my 4 year old,” Eddie says.

“Well she had to learn that little move from someone,” Steve responds and Eddie glares at him.

“Can we just have a fun night man?,” Eddie says taking another shot.

“Sure Ed, I’ll drop it for now,” Steve says taking a drink of his coca-cola. You and Robin come back over to the table and you give Eddie a look as you sit back down beside him.

“That guy was getting on your nerves?,” Eddie chuckles.

“More than you know. ‘Oh I’m just so good at guitar man. I’m like a prodigy, at least that’s what my mommy tells me before she tucks me in at night’,” You mock the guy who was flirting with you a few moments ago and your friends all laugh ,” I’ve never met anyone with a bigger ego.”

“Hey there was always Steve a few years ago,” Eddie laughs and it was Steves turn to roll his eyes.

“Careful, they’re gonna get stuck like that Stevie,” You say and laugh and Steve gives Eddie a look to which Eddie laughs a little harder. You all hang out at the hideout for a little longer before Steve decides to take you all to the local diner to get some food in you. He only had one drink at the beginning of the night so he could DD for everyone. You pull into the diner and make your way inside. You side on one side of the booth with Eddie while Robin and Steve sit on the other side. You all order some food and make some small talk as you wait for it to come. You are looking out the window when Eddie gently nudges you.

“Are you okay?,” He asks looking concerned.

“Do you think Halle’s sleeping through the night? She took her stuffed bunny with her right?,” You ask looking at him and he wanted to kiss you right there.

“Yeah she took it with her. I think she’ll be alright. It’s already 2am so were halfway there until she comes home anyway,” Eddie says smiling at you and rubbing his hand over your arm. You rest your head on his shoulder and sigh in relief.

“You’re right, she usually sleeps like a rock after midnight anyways,” You say and yawn yourself. Your food is finally brought to the table and you start eating your fries. The longer you sit in the diner, the more tired you get. This is the latest you have stayed up in a long time. Once you are all finished eating, Steve drops you and Eddie off at your apartment. You make your way inside and collapse on the couch.

“I’m never going out with them again,” You say as you lay your head on arm of the couch,” How can they stay out so late.”

“I am right with you there,” Eddie replies, lifting your feet and sitting down so they’re now propped on his lap. He thinks back to what Steve said to him earlier in the night about you two practically being a married couple and he couldn’t help but start to notice it a little bit himself as his hands rested on your shins and gently stroked them. Steve and Robin would never sit like this. He looked up at you and saw that you were drifting to sleep and pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind.

“Alright, c’mon sweetheart, time for bed,” He said, gently nudging you awake. You begrudgingly sit up and let Eddie grab your hand to help you off the couch. You both walk down the hallway and divide into your separate bedrooms.

“Goodnight sweetheart,” He says.

“Goodnight Eds,” You say yawning shutting your bedroom door behind you. You lay in your bed and drift off to sleep after changing into some comfortable clothes.

————————————————————

“Be gentle baby.”

You are woken up the next morning by soft giggling and someone playing with your hair. You open your eyes and the first thing you see is Halle and you bring her into a sleepy hug. You open your eyes and see Eddie standing beside your bed.

“She couldn’t wait until you woke up,” He says apologetically.

“It’s okay, I wanted to come with you to get her,” You say, disappointed you didn’t get to see her sooner.

“You were snoring pretty loud so I figured I’d let you sleep in,” He says and chuckles, sitting down on the edge of your bed. You open your mouth dramatically in offense.

“I do not snore”

“Oh you so do,” Eddie responds laughing.

“Hals, do you hear the mean words your dad is saying to me?,” You ask looking at the girl.

“You snored loud,” Halle says matter-o-factly.

“Betrayal!,” You tease and tickle Halles neck. She giggles loudly and you smile widely at her.

“How about you two get ready and I take you out for brunch,” Eddie says looking at you and Halle.

“What’s wrong with how I look now Munson?,” You ask jokingly looking up at him. You know you look like a mess with your makeup from last night still on and in your mismatched clothes as you sleepily pulled out of your dresser the night before.

“You don’t match and you got spots on your face,” Halle says looking at you.

“Baby that wasn’t very nice,” Eddie says and tries to hide a laugh.

“Wow, if you ever need to be humbled, just talk to a 4 year old. But the child speaks the truth,” You say laughing. You get out of bed and make your way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. You put on your best pair of sweatpants and a band t-shirt with your converse and put your hair up in a bun. You walk out of the bathroom after brushing your teeth and make your way out to the living room.

“This is as best as you’re getting today,” You say to Eddie.

“Hey you look good enough to me,” Eddie says, wearing a very similar outfit. You notice Halle is also dressed in sweatpants and a mini band t-shirt, except the outfit is paired with her rainbow sneakers.

“She wouldn’t let me put her in any other shoes,” Eddie says chuckling when he notices that you’re looking at her outfit.

“She looks great!,” You say smiling at Halle. The three of you make your way to the diner you were at the night before and order some food. It is technically yours and Eddie’s breakfast, but Halle’s lunch. The waitress comes over and sets down your drinks.

“You three are just the cutest little family. It’s adorable that you’re all matching,” She says and walks away before you can respond. This happened quite often where people assumed you were Halle’s mom. It made your heart soar but it was always a little bit awkward. Your food finally arrived shortly after and you started eating.

“Are you my mom?,” Halle asks as you take a bite of your omelette and it takes everything in you not to choke on it.

“She’s your godmom baby,” Eddie responds.

“Yeah but Nancy has her new baby in her tummy and Emma called her mommy. Was I in your tummy?,” Halle asks you and you feel like your heart could break into a million pieces. You were in shock and thankfully Eddie comes to your rescue.

“You weren’t in her tummy baby. You were in someone else’s tummy. We were just lucky enough that Y/N and daddy were friends before you were born and so she’s been here your whole life. I asked her to be your godmother when you were born and she said yes and she’s loved you ever since. ,” Eddie says. You both knew that she would have these questions someday, but you never thought they would come about while she was still so young.

“Am I supposed to call you mommy?,” Halle asks.

“No baby, you can just call me Y/N,” You respond to her. You would love nothing more than to be her real mom. If she ever did call you mommy, you would probably die from excitement. Halle still has a small look of curiosity on her face but she accepts your answers and continues eating her chicken tenders. You meet Eddie’s gaze and he looks at you apologetically. You give him a small smile as if to signal that it is okay and that he has nothing to worry about. After you finish eating, Eddie drives the three of you home.

You do your Sunday tasks as you always do. You’re folding your laundry when the house phone rings and you get up to answer it.

“Hello?,” You ask.

“Hey Y/N, its Wayne. I was just calling to see if you three were still coming over for dinner tonight?,” Wayne asks over the phone.

“Yeah Wayne we are. 5 still a good time?,” You respond.

“Sounds good honey, what did you want for dinner tonight?,” He asks you.

“How about we stop by and grab some pizza on our way over tonight? You either bought or made us dinner the last couple of weeks,” You respond.

“Alright if you insist,” Wayne chuckles.

“Pizza it is,” You respond.

“I’ll see you three later. Give Halle all my love,” He says.

“Will do, see ya later. Bye,” You respond hanging up.

“Who was that?,” Eddie asks.

“Wayne. We’re bringing pizza over for dinner tonight at 5,” You say looking at him.

“Grandpa?,” Halle asks excitedly.

“Yeah and I almost forgot, he told me to give you something,” You say crouching down to be on her level.

“What?,” She asks with a smile. You wrap her up in your arms and press kisses to her cheeks and she laughs gleefully. You pull away and look at her.

“He told me to give you all his love,” you say looking at Halle.

“What am I? Chopped liver? He didn’t want to split his love with me?,” Eddie asks dramatically and laughs.

“Hey, I’m just following his orders,” You shrug your shoulders at Eddie.

“I will so be bringing this up to him tonight,” Eddie says jokingly. You finish up your weekly chores and before you know it, you’re heading out the door to go to Waynes house. You drive the three of you there and stop to grab some pizza along the way. You arrive at Wayne’s and Halle runs in as fast as she can.

“Grandpa!! I got your love from Y/N!,” She says as she hugs Waynes legs.

“Did you? I’m so happy,” Wayne says and hugs the girl back. She runs and plops down on his living room floor and starts playing with a few of her toys that stay here.

“Yeah, what’s with you giving all your love to Halle and not splitting it with me?,” Eddie jokes as he hugs Wayne.

“Wouldn’t you just love an excuse to have a pretty girl kiss you,” Wayne says quietly to Eddie and pulls away from the hug to see Eddie’s face flush. You walk in the door with the pizza in your hands.

“Hey honey how are you?,” Wayne asks, setting the pizza on the counter and bringing you into a hug.

“Hey Wayne. I’ve been good! How have you been?,” You ask.

“I’ve been good honey thanks for asking,” He responds. The four of you sit and start eating pizza together.

“Y/N, are you still seeing that young man you told me about?,” Wayne asks you.

“Oh no, not anymore. I just figured it would be better if I stay single and focus on myself for a while,” You respond taking a bite of your pizza.

“Atta girl. You’re young and you’ll have plenty of time to find someone,” Wayne says. He shoot’s a side look over to Eddie. He, too, has recently being teasing his nephew about having feelings for you. Eddie shoots a look back to Wayne and continues eating his pizza. You all spend the evening with Wayne and finally head home when its around Halle’s bedtime. You arrive back at your apartment and help get Halle ready for bed. She insists that you cuddle with her for a little bit first. You oblige happily and think back to when she asked if you were her mommy this morning and you desperately wished you would have been able to tell her yes as she fell asleep in your arms. You make your way to your own bed and lay down for the night thinking of the good weekend you had and how you wish it didn’t have to end.

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[all-timelee]

I think you’re adorable || E.M.

Word count: 616

Warnings: none

Masterlist

Eddie’s eyes were full of adoration as he peered in on your sleeping form. You’d gotten to his trailer before he was able to and you hadn’t hesitated to make yourself comfortable, adorning one of his shirts as you snoozed on his bed.

He sighed contentedly, moving to lay down beside you, trying his best not to wake you up in the process. He wanted more than anything to just lie there in peaceful slumber with you, but unfortunately your eyes began to flutter open, revealing your half lidded gaze

“Hey, pretty girl,” he mumbled, opening his arms as in invitation to cuddle. You gladly crawled into them, resting your head gently on his shoulder as his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

“How long were you asleep?” He asked softly, kissing the top of your head. Your fingers traced soothing patterns over his chest and he swore if he had the time, he would have spent every moment of his day in this position, but alas, he didn’t.

You hummed sleepily, “Not too long. Only got here like an hour ago.” You yawned, shifting to curl against him more comfortably. Eddie couldn’t help himself from pressing another kiss to the top of your head, savoring the feeling of holding you close.

From the position he was in, he almost didn’t catch the way you tilted your head up, tired eyes studying his face for a few seconds before you opened your mouth to speak.

“You’re cute,” you murmured drowsily, your lips curling upward. Eddie grinned back at you as he leaned in, brushing his nose across yours to give you a gentle peck.

“I’m not cute,” he replied, voice soft as he pressed a lingering kiss onto your cheek. You giggled quietly, nuzzling closer to him as you rested your head on his chest.

“Yeah, you are. You’re adorable.” You said firmly, giving him a look that dared him to disagree. He chuckled, turning onto his side so that your front faced each other. A hand slid up to cup your cheek tenderly.

“I’m taller than you, I’m just a pretty grown-up looking man overall, I haven’t been called cute since I was really little, I’m not cute.” He insisted. His thumb brushed over your cheekbone.

“Well, am I cute?” You teased with an amused smile. Eddie smirked back, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah. The cutest person ever,” he said matter of factly, causing a blush to creep onto your cheeks. “How so?” you questioned, curiousity sparking your interest. Eddie smiled.

“Because you’re so loveable and endearing towards me, and you make me so happy. I just want to take care of you and make you feel as happy as you make me. I love looking at your face because it’s the cutest face I’ve ever seen,” Eddie explained sincerely.

A light flush graced your cheeks as you gazed dreamily into his eyes, letting the sweet moment last for a bit before speaking again. “Well you may be tall, but I could say the same to you.” Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes good naturedly.

“You think I’m endearing?” he asked incredulously. You snorted softly, sitting up slightly to look at him better.

“I think you’re adorable,” you smiled, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss against his lips. He barked out a laugh, wrapping both arms around you tightly and pulling you flush against him.

“Okay, fine, you win. Only you’re allowed to call me cute though,” he relented, smiling goofily when your grin grew even larger.

“Okay, cutie,” you replied, grinning right back. He let out a light sigh, shaking his head in fond exasperation and planting yet another kiss atop your head.

[ravenclawbiologist-blog]

Random person: "Why are you so obsessed with chunky rings on men's hands?"

Me: *shows them this gif*

Random person: "...yeah, now I get it."

(This gif doesn't belong to me)

I swear, hands are the hottest part of the human body and nobody can change my mind.

[imaginestuffs]

I Promise-Eddie Munson x Reader

word count:680

warnings: none, just fluff!

Summary: you make a promise to Eddie that gives him the reassurance he needs to know how much you love him.

so sorry it's been a while since I posted I was Shadowbanned, and now I'm back! so those who have been waiting for Who Do You Love pt2. it's coming tonight! but here is this blurb to hold you over! love you!

(gif not mine!)

You lay on Eddie’s bed curled up in the blankets with your eyes closed and a small sleepy smile on your face. Eddie was sitting on a chair across from you with his guitar settled carefully on his lap. The chords of your favorite song being strummed were a soothing sound as you snuggled further into the warmth of his bed. You had managed to get him to listen to the Eagles, and now he lets you listen to it whenever you want to, seeing as how much you loved them. He remembered the first time he saw you listen to Witchy Woman, he was determined to play it for you. 

He loved watching you dance around to the music whenever it was on, whether it be Metal or Soft Rock. The smile on your face was not quite like anything he had ever seen and it lit up his world no matter how cheesy that sounds. 

“I love that song Eds,” you sleepily said. He smiled over at you, “I know Sweetheart,” he said and watched as your eyes fluttered open. “Hey, pretty,” he said and grinned as you smiled lazily at him. “Hello, love,” you spoke softly. You reached out your hand and made a grabby motion. He chuckled and set his guitar down before standing up and moving toward the bed. The smile on your face brightened as you felt him sit beside you. He let his hand sweep the hair away from your face and let his thumb run across your cheek. Humming in contentment you turn your head to kiss his palm. 

“Will you lay with me?” you asked softly. “You never have to ask,” he said and kissed your forehead. He climbed on the bed behind you and you smiled when his arms went around your waist. You slowly shuffled so that you could face him. His nose was pretty much brushing yours and it made you giggle when he placed a kiss on your nose. His heart melted at the soft sound. 

“I missed you,” you said and reached up to trace his features. His hand moved slowly into the back of your shirt to splay his fingers across your back. You felt the coolness of his rings send a small shiver through you and caused Eddie to grin at the barely noticeable action. 

You let your hand fall in between the both of you. “You know, I just so happened to miss you even more,” he said and nuzzled his nose against yours. You hummed happily and closed your eyes. “I’m gonna make you a promise ok,” you spoke up in the comfortable silence. His brows furrowed, “Ok, and what is that?” he asked and pulled slightly away to look at you better. “I promise, that I am going to love you for the rest of forever,” you said and his eyes softened as he looked at you. “I promise, that even when we’re scared or lost I won’t ever let go,” you said and reached up to hold his face in your hand. He was quiet as you gazed at each other. “You don’t have to say anything, I just really thought you should know,” you said softly and leaned forward to kiss his forehead. You could see the glassy look in his eyes and brought him closer to rest his forehead against yours. “I promise, that I will love you no matter what happens. Whether that be interdimensional monsters or fighting about what movie to watch,” he said and you gave him a watery laugh. “Pinky promise,” you said and held up your pinkie to him. He laughed softly and raised his pinkie to interlock it with yours. 

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. His hand splayed across your back and pulled you in as close as possible. He pulled away and you tucked yourself into his side. He kissed your hair before resting his chin on your head. You placed a kiss on his neck, affirming your promises to him. 

“Forever,” you whispered. “Forever,” he reassured. 

[mxxnknights]

✧ 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝑬𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ✦

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

↳ gender neutral 🥀

↳ requests open! also this is really long it includes a small backstory as well as headcanons, but there as so much I wanted to explain ... ( edited ) 

Listen while you read 🎸

𝐬𝐟𝐰 🌹 (vampire eddie will definitely have multiple parts btw) 

Backstory ✺ 

There were no words that could describe the pain you had felt. It was endless, like constant waves washing over you; again and again. It felt like you were drowning like the breath kept getting knocked from your lungs. 

You had grieved him, for three days. The first day was with Dustin. The words took a few minutes to process.        “Y/N? Did you hear me? I’m sorry. I didn’t get to him in time -” It felt like someone had ripped your heart from your chest and crushed it. And yet you could still feel it beating. 

Then your legs couldn’t hold you and your knees hit the ground. Dustin had never heard a noise like that before. 

You hadn’t left your room after the second day. Dustin said he would tell Wayne, even though you wanted to yourself. But the words wouldn’t form. If you spoke his death out loud then it would be too real. 

So there you laid. On your bed, curled on your side. 

Then there was a knock at your bedroom door.           “Hi, sweetheart.” 

   You had chalked it up as a hallucination, it wouldn’t have been the first. So, you only closed your eyes and hugged one of Eddie’s shirts closer. His smell was still strong, and another tear slid down your wet cheeks. 

Eddie stood at the door, his eyes wide, mouth open. The love of his life curled up on their side. He thought he could feel his heartbreak.      He had smelt you, as soon as he walked towards your house. Your heartbeat was next, the things he could hear now... it was overwhelming. But all he could think about was getting to you. 

      “It’s me.”  His voice was weak, it cracked as he spoke. But you shifted. Eyes glistening, nose running.       “You look so real,” you whimpered.               “I am.” 

Headcanons ✺

⋆ You both adjusted to his change with some difficulty; I mean who wouldn’t? The only thing he could eat was blood, he no longer needed sleep, or to breathe. He was a million times stronger, he had FANGS (which isn’t a negative tbh), he could hear miles away. so everything was a bit rocky

⋆ Oh and I want to add that he can run really fast, but no he doesn’t glitter in the sunlight. Actually, you guys did do a test and the sun didn’t seem to hurt him other than a slight headache

⋆ You guys did go and see the gang but somehow Eddie and Steve started to get into an argument (steve was upset that eddie “didn’t listen to him and now look at what he is!”) which got both you and eddie riled up      then when the two were nearly nose to nose, eddie sprouted goddamn WINGS, BAT WINGS, they were so large that they knocked over dustin’s mother’s favourite vase. 

⋆ yeah, so eddie has wings now but only when he’s really emotional?? and when it’s nighttime 

⋆ Wayne was so confused when Eddie saw him (only a few hours after seeing you.) He cried, shaking his head, not understanding. 

⋆ of course you couldn’t tell Wayne what actually happened, so you, eddie and the gang came up with a cover story. This was picked up by Hopper and the government officials that have covered up the Upside Down so far

⋆ aka it was blamed on jason <3 he didn’t survive anyway and if the government as well as the chief of police says eddie was framed then who are the Hawkin’s community to challenge it?

⋆ also you & Eddie visited Chrissy’s headstone, bringing flowers, and having a mini sigil. they would’ve been good friends, she didn’t deserve to die. This definitely helped him with the trauma of seeing her murdered in such a gruesome way. 

⋆ i also want to mention that eddie is extremely strong, thats how - after the change - he was able to come back to you by himself 

⋆ with his newfound time he spends most of it learning more guitar rifts, reading, learning about this new body he has, as well as studying.  

⋆ oh yeah, AND HE GRADUATED (because he had so much time to study)

⋆ the older people in Hawkin’s are a bit hesitant towards eddie, even though he was cleared of all charges. 

⋆ Dustin was over the goddam, mOON, to see eddie.(I feel like I should have said this earlier) he cried, eddie cried, you cried. yes, there was hugging ... as well as a group hug. 

⋆ Dustin isn’t afraid one bit about Eddie’s change, the majority of Hellfire isn’t either. they think it’s cool (and they don’t really ask questions because if they were intimidated by eddie before ... oooohooooo)

⋆ Robin likes poking his fangs, Nancy is taken aback and thinks something bad is going to happen (like Vecna has infiltrated Eddie somehow, which made you extremely pissed and you nearly got physical.) 

⋆ Mike goes through so much in such a short timeframe. He didn’t know eddie was involved in this at all, and then when he came back to Hawkins he was devastated. Eddie was an idol to him. It was whiplash when he saw Eddie. 

[alexs-playground]

He's Not Gonna Like this

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

CW: absolute cavity inducing tooth rotting fluff!!!!

POV: You find your daughter (Chrissy 'named after your younger sister') braiding Eddie's hair while he is sleeping after a long day of work.

Everything was quiet as you made dinner for you and your family. A bit too quiet. Usually there was laughter and loud thumping as your husband played tag all around the house with Chrissy, but today was quiet just the faint sound of the TV in bedroom. Letting the sauce, you were cooking simmer you opt to go and check on the two. As you near the bedroom you hear the sweet mischievous giggles of your daughter. Opening the door to Eddie and yours shared room you see your daughter sitting on your sleeping husbands back braiding his matted hair.

Her head shot up and she smiled at you putting a finger up to her lips. "Look what I did to daddy's hair" Chrissy whispered to you as you walked closer.

You had to slap a hand over your mouth as you keeled over shaking as you suppressed your laughs. You sat back up and lifted Chrissy off Eddie's back and set her down.

"How about you go and wash your hand, dinner is almost ready." You whispered to her as she gave a slight pout be for looking over at her father and giggling and padding over to the bathroom.

You watch her reach the bathroom down the hall before turning back to Eddie who had rolled onto his side his now braided hair was covering his face. You couldn't help but laugh at him and how much of a heavy sleeper he was to get most of his hair braided. 'He isn't gonna like this' you think as you start to slink back into the hallway before you turned and ran as you saw his eye flutter open.

Eddies heavy footsteps could be heard as he entered the dining room a frown etched on his face and mischief shinning in his doe-eyes.

"No one is gonna get in trouble...I just wanna know. Who did it" Eddie asks holding up his braided hair.

In the moment of your childish antics, you laugh hard trying to keep a straight face as you point to the little girl you call your daughter who was standing behind him. You could see and hear her make a break for her room as you ran the opposite way to make it up stairs.

Eddie couldn't move though he could only stand and smile happy with his amazing husband and their beautiful daughter. He knew in that moment that he was the happiest he has ever been. He truly loves you and he is so happy you wanted a life with him. Nothing could be better.

I hope you guy love this as much as I do. I have seen barely any Eddie x male reader fic with them being parents. This warmed my heart just writing it. I feel like Eddie would be such a good dad determined to be better than his own. - Author

[luvsfics]

DAYS LIKE THIS — stranger things

PAIRINGS: eddie munson x gf!reader

SUMMARY: after a long day of cuddling and sex, you decide to treat your man with dinner and even more attention.

WARNINGS: afab reader. mentions of sex. eddie not wanting to eat his vegetables.

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

The smell of baked chicken and fresh roasted green beans filled the trailer. You stirred the potatoes that were boiling in a pot of water as the sounds of your boyfriend, Eddie, strumming his guitar in his room filled your ears.

You were dressed in a long sleeve shirt of Eddie’s and a pair of thigh highs to keep your legs warm. The subtle sore feeling of your cunt made you think about earlier that morning when you and Eddie went round after round in his bed after Wayne left for work.

The oven timer rang, alerting you out of your thoughts to pull out the chicken from the oven. You grabbed a worn out oven mit from the drawer and grabbed the pan of chicken and placed it on the counter to rest, then you pulled out the steaming hot green beans, which were covered in garlic salt and pepper.

The potatoes were fork tender, you drained the water and doctored them up with milk and butter with some salt and pepper. You took your potato masher and mixed all the ingredients together to make some mashed potatoes.

After everything cooled, you plated up the food for the three of you. You covered Wayne’s plate with foil and stuck it in the microwave for him to have when he got home.

“Eddie!” You shouted down the hall as you brought him his plate.

“Yeah baby?” He called back. You opened his door to see him strumming his guitar shirtless with a pair of sweats on, his tattoo on display for you to see.

You smiled at your handsome boyfriend as you sat on his bed next to him.

“I made you dinner,”

“aw, baby…thank you…I’m starving!” He laughed.

You scooped up some potatoes on the fork and held it up to his mouth for him to eat. He willing ate them off the fork and groaned at the taste of the creamy mash.

“Fuck baby, you make the best mashed potatoes..” you giggled at his compliment.

He laid his guitar on his torso and opened his mouth for another bite of food. You playfully rolled your eyes and cut up the seasoned chicken breast and fed him a piece.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said with a smile as he chewed his food. You pressed a soft kiss to him lips, not caring if he was still chewing.

You picked up a few green beans with the fork and held it up to him again. He grimaced at the sight of the vegetable, “yeah, no.”

“Eat your damn vegetables, Munson.” You shoved the green beans into his mouth, he unwillingly ate the vegetable with a pained expression.

“The things I do for you..” he swallowed.

“I rocked your world this morning so you should do this for me.”

“I rocked your world, honey.” He sassed.

You rolled your eyes and shoved some mashed potatoes into his annoying mouth. He laughed as he swallowed them.

“I love you, baby girl.” His words brought a smile back to your face.

“I love you too, picky boy.” You placed a hand on his cheek and a soft kiss on his lips. Nothing felt better than this.

[munsonsfairy]

Eddie is not a gentle person

but did you know eddie likes cheese and flowers. his bookmark has garfield. he likes to have flowers put in his hair by you. his favorite snacks are mac & cheese with chicken nuggets. but! they have to be dino nuggets. he mismatches his socks with one covered in dragons & the other being a plain black one with a hole in it. he would rather freeze if it means you can wear his jacket. he gets so giddy when you bake for him. keeps every trinket you got him in his van that his dashboard is covered!!! you like fleetwood mac? he’s singing little lies with you. collecting sea shells with you. will probably grab them with his toes and try to show you but fail and flip over. will gladly go trick o treating with you. doesn’t get bothered if you watch gilmore girls for the billionth time. (me. i watch it all the time. just like i am right now :p). has a big tub of food for the stray cats and a raccoon family he feeds every night. they come at 6:00 waiting for him. kisses you all over your face just to hear you giggle. throws himself on you and wishes he was closer to you. he blows raspberries into your neck and bites your shoulder. comes from behind you and throws you over his shoulder. head bangs so hard his hair gets tangled with his headphones. thinks peanut butter and pickles are amazing. (don’t fight me on this. try before you deny hehe). refuses to kill spiders. will make silly faces to babies in the checkout line. goes crazy for the movie practical magic. he was crushed to learn the house isn’t real. loves when you put blush and lipgloss on him when you’re bored. and of course he’ll blush when you call him pretty. let’s you put beads in his hair when you braid it. will watch you sleep with love in his eyes because you’re pretty as the moon. (his words not mine).

moral of the story: i can mold him to be the most gentle giant there is. you can mold him into whoever you want him to be.

he’s fictional. eddie munson is fictional.

toodles. 🌷✨

[shlutnutt]

In honor of this account turning 3(???) here’s a threesome fic lol

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Pervy Desires

sum : past hookup; Eddie Munson, didn’t want to let you cum, so someone had to!

steve x eddie x reader threesome smut

w: bartender reader x steve/eddie customers, unprotected sex, spanking, lots of pp print, evbdy is a perv, tipsy intercourse, 2pp bj, name calling(soft & rough), soft dom steve x rough dom eddie x sub reader, humping, deep kissing, oral (mm receiving + f receiving), chatter box Eddie x quieter Steve, choking, orgasm denial, reader having a thing for hands? breast suckiling, cum dumping

The tatted one was a frequent, usually hanging with friends or simply strolling alone for a couple beers and drunken chats. Although not often upfront when it came to it, Eddie purely came in for you. So evident he knew you remembered those pretty hands of his from somewhere; always teasingly looping digits around his cups and bottles, rings clinking within every occasional sip of alcohol he’d savor. Fuck was he a sight to see.

He has flirted with you countless of times before, words you memorized strategically involved unsober confessions as to how he’d love to share you with his best friend. He was too wasted to filter himself so Munson went into explicit description as to how he would fuck you first, would then let his friend get a go, and how finally, they’d both dump their warmths into your mouth. Soft lips of his spurring drunken words that easily had you reminiscing each and every second you sighted, ravaged and soaked him in, system jolting to his presence.

You weren’t much of an angel either though, those hands and tatted arms were the principal of your returning shameful fantasies; the thought of how fitting his fingers would look decorating the hem of your neck right at that instant had you needy to pursue, how pretty would his darkened hair look coated in his earned sweat, he had you craving every ounce of him and he knew so too.

Many more pervy thoughts barged along when you looked to the left of him; there was Eddie’s friend, who you overheard named after Steve. His eyes looked so dangerously warm it made you quirm, already stiff as a board in those pretty worn jeans, perfectly hugging his long cock tight. You only imagined how he’d link his length inside you, wondering just how smooth he’d dance his hips along your own, to have the perfect feel of him fucking you just right. You weren’t sure what it was about him that had you feeling this way but fuck was he just the perfect add-on.

Heavy arms now raised high above his head in stretch, you noticed his shirt looked stylishly torn, crop going undetectable until now. His belly was toned well, pretty lines sculpting the track towards his bulge, you couldn’t contain but to catch a glimpse of the dark trail you hoped you’d see again tonight before he returned to his original stance. He stood now, shifting his hands onto his belt buckle, subconsciously toying around with the material he wore. You knew you’ve had enough, you needed one of them, you needed both.

“Sorry, I’ll get to you guys in a second-

-Hello, Munson boy.”

you bounced back and fourth between customers and acknowledged Eddie, breaking that loud hitch of silence between you two after your last sensual encounter, tone so flirty on the name you almost entirely threw yourself at him. Having you speak to him in that way he so actively remembered from your guys’ adventures immediately had him hooked soulessly. You caught the man drawing a hint of a smirk onto his face, eyes had become darker remembering easily just how to push you past your limit.

“hello, pretty..” he saluted back, hand playfully waving at you, eyes becoming prominent to the attention given.

“Bit crowded tonight, no?” you telepathically spoke to him.

“we’ll be here some time, no rush.” he continued. Eddie quickly found a way into replying to your perverted wishes, making sure you knew he’s in no plan of leaving until the bar emptied just the right amount for him to make you his. Voice grew dark along with his need for you, massive hands reaching into his pocket in search for his used up wallet. Already, eye-counting the number of people left in the way.

“Hello to you too, new guy.” you spoke to his friend now, kindly appreciating them both, making sure he wasn’t left out in the slightest. The nickname brought out a deep chuckle, almost offended that you didn’t just ask him his name.

“Ahh, new guy?” he tempted along with you, trapping your glance right along his,

“Just Steve, bartender lady.” he added amusingly, returning the quirky comedic relief. He made sure you pictured well how massive he looked as he hovered over you carefully, lips so eager to do more, Eddie admiring the play.

Although tempted, you sassily brushed the men off and found your way towards a customer seated towards the far end of the counter.

Steve felt content with the ghost of your presence you having him left with the image of you playfully rolling your dolly eyes at him. He loved the way you toyed around, fully adored how bratty you started with him, he quickly pictured the many ways he can get you to behave for him.

Steve and Eddie both stood and preyed on you while you picked up the leaving customer’s excessive tip, with that, a moist towel to wipe the counter down. You strolled around your area in search for a cleaning product, firm ass hidden away in the airy skirt you wore along with a white button down blouse as uniform, hair kept free.

The men blended in with the crowd and made their ways close to you once more, in hopes of occupying the best seats in the bar with little to no difficulty.

You further cleaned the surface down, spraying liquids onto the counter, the men going unnoticed. You were now almost dancing to the music played, slightly shaking your hips to the beat, gliding your hands left and right across the spot, pretty cleavage decorating your chest.

You caught Steve’s cocky grin along with Eddie’s steady glare, your eyes automatically stuck wandering off lower as they took advantage of the low angle you cleaned in, having their cocks appear far more prominent than necessary. The men both were larger and printed, almost as if they intentionally wore the tightest pants they had in their closets for you.

Tonight, you were sure those two together would cause some trouble, they had you feeling ways in which you couldn’t explain, like they reached into your head and twisted it in ways to fulfill their utmost desires. You were drenched and they haven’t even been in for ten minutes, how they technically flashed their cocks on your face had you sick of hiding it any longer.

“open for two?” voiced Munson, referring to the area you just wiped down, two bar-stools open and available right ahead of your busiest station. His eyes were piercing, attractive, they spoke to you more than his lips did. You accepted, shooting a smile before wiping your hands dry onto your tight blouse, ready for their requests. The men sat, warm toned lamps above each of their heads beautifully lighting them to frame.

“What can I serve you guys with?” you were quick to keep it all professional, avoiding the intense eye contact with the man that could undress you bare now.

“two beers, pretty.” He reached his hand up to view, having you with no choice but to acknowledge him again, single-handedly placing a large bill between his digits and passing it like he was intentionally modeling his ring-filled fingers for you. Taking the bill from his wider hand you noticed a knowing grin on his face to the look you shot him, same knowing look he used to shoot you when he used to tease the shit out of you back to when you two used to shared classes together.

It’d be easy to say that those casual little hookups you had with Eddie all over school grounds back in the day had you recognize him immediately, since the very first day he even stepped into your bar. Pure memories of those times Munson would choke you down onto those firm sleeping trees, bark so pale it’d be easy rip, anomalistically pounding into your cunt like his life depended on it, breathy grunts which’d have you begging him for more. Holding a leg up with an arm, as he’d push the rest of your weight up with his own, Eddie would have you coming repeatedly for him like it was all a game. And god did he love it.

It all came back though; that tightening sensation in the pit of your stomach as you watched him attentively speak with the one handsome companion lying beside him, lips smoothly sharing words you could easily picture as dirty.

You returned to them, lowering the freshly stocked beer bucket infront the men, both attentively observing how you removed each drink from the ice storage they cooled in, noticing how hypnotically their eyes toyed with your breasts.

The bar remained of only a couple of regulars who remained out of view in that large bar you worked at, them usually finding their ways out the door before the clock hit midnight.

“wanna show us around, princess?” interrupted Eddie, lips curving upwards to the flinch you gave when you felt his firm grip find a way towards your lower waist across the booth, so sneakingly holding your body as his. You knew exactly what he meant, of course you followed along,

“Only if I can get both.”

You leaned in and kissed him, warm lips tangling harshly with your own. Eddie groaned to the gesture, rapidly dragging your body across the counter to get it to wrap around his.

You whimpered for him, hands pulling onto the dark tank he wore. He listened and sat you onto the counter, backed away a second to remove the fabric, toned body creeping up to light, messy curls frantically going back to form onto the front of his face. You wanted him and you showed him well, but he quickly showed you he wanted you more.

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Eddie savagely tore that work skirt you wore, holding the fabric between thick-fingers tearing up to down, this exposing the pretty panties worn beneath them. He carried your weight downstairs to where the break room sat, he kicked away the tables intervening the couches, leaving the area open with just two long parallel couches. Munson then lightly pushed you down onto the sofa, him quickly fastening his way above you, both your hands held down in restraint with a single one of his, rough fingers looped around your wrists stiffly pressing down. He’s got you held down just exactly how he pictured and you loved every thought of that.

“..open your legs for me.” he was firm, voice altered in a way it came out as a demand but used with such praise it had you yearning for him more. Slow hands approached your chest, deep inhales following from the tease. You instantly gave in, lovingly separating your legs for him, wide enough to wrap around his toned back, cunt so tightly tucked away into the panties he’d yank off now if he wanted to. Dark breaths slipped Eddie’s as he felt his crotch gain a chance into pushing deeper into your clothed core, you allowed the tease you felt above your bud and hugged his body tighter, nails sharply decorating the skin.

Although lost in the feeling, you felt your eyes wander off onto Steve, dick rock hard just by watching how Eddie humped himself into you. Free hand toying around with your breasts, mouth tuning right onto your ear; Steve just wished it was him, he fucking wished he was the reason why your mouth remained wide open, thoughtless eyes so needy to be done just right, you watched as he throbbed to the sight. He was tall, shiny waves making him taller, his breath only hitched to the eye contact he dedicated with you. Eyes hadn’t parten yours not once, almost as if he was sending subliminal messages as to what he’d do to you next. He seemed a lot more distant than Eddie would’ve ever been but fuck he had a cock he so proudly wore.

Smiling at the man who twitched in his pants, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as you began feeling Eddie’s strokes a lot deeper inside you now. How swiftly he replaced the coverage of your panties with the head of his cock had your focus right back onto him.

“you feel so fucking good” you praised in between moans to how firm he fucked your sensitive hole. Eddie was ecstatic above you, tattoos no nicely beginning to gain a smooth coverage from his sweat. Smirking in between wet strokes to how quickly he got you to regain his attention, eyes dark and in complete control over you, he fucked himself into you deeper.

“..isn’t this what you wanted?..” Eddie now continuously slammed his dick far inside you, you felt your legs weaken along with that familiar electricity rushing your veins. Cock tilting upwards to that spot you felt the most pleasure from, you savored the feeling of every inch of his bruising your cervix. Munson continued, “..for my cock to be buried so deep inside you I can’t fuck any further? mhm?” Sadistically, the man mocked your moans as you became a mess beneath him. He was thick, and knew how to use his gift well, thick heartfelt veins glued onto the underside of his cock, soft rounded tip hitting the sweetness of your pussy, you needed him to make you cum.

“…didn’t think we’d notice your pervy little self staring at our cocks all night?...” Eddie messily humped his cock into your warmth now, his eyes tightly shut soaking in every last bit of pleasure. “instead of doin’ her job, this slutty little brat..wanted to drool over two-” Eddie hissed, cutting himself off. ”warm hole..” His breath hitching high at the end of his degradation, teeth grit together as he soon became a grunting monster for you, hair an absolute pretty tangle mixing a nice blend along his reddening cheeks. Eddie grabbed you and held you in-front of him close, still ravishingly belting into your cunt, he lowered his thumb onto your sensitivity bud rubbing perfect-paced circles onto the skin. He stared close into your eyes as he sent you over the edge, fucking you with his thumb and his cock, he knew what he was doing.

“i’m.. i’m-gonna”

“gonna’ what, sweetheart? you gonna’ what?” he lengthened his whiny tone in his last spoken word, toying the shit out of your climax.

Munson made sure he pumped for every single drop of his cum onto your frustrated body first, for him to later on fulfill his desire of dumping his second cum into your mouth. Feeling that explosive feeling approach it’s way through you, weakening you completely as Eddie held your weight, you watched as he fucked into your cunt once more before dangerously pulling away and releasing all over your breasts and abdomen. As if it was his pity gift for denying your orgasm.

Pure disappointment was written all over your face, all towards the man who devilishly enjoyed every second of detaining your orgasm. You felt him openly humiliate how worked up he’s got you, jeans soon choking his cock once more as he headed over towards Steve.

“fuck you” you spit at Eddie. Over with his bullshit games and so sexually frustrated you’ll kill to have anyone finish the job he’s started. You watched as he simply just looked up to where you sat across him, intimidating eyes grew fierce, lips remained shut and serious.

Your knees locked beneath you to the way he took a single look at you and turned his eye back to Steve, he immediately after got up from his stance and slowly nodded to your disrespect, the way he looked right now could’ve easily made you cum if you weren’t so frustrated with him. Slow predatory walk approached, wet hair concealing away the brightest parts of his eyes. He reached a hand and pulled you in by your neck threatening;

“..I swear you I’ll make you the biggest slut you’ve never even thought yourself capable of being.” he spoke, jeans loose and belt adding to the ambience along with the both of your lost breaths. He kissed you once before finding seat right next to Steve again, this time legs sat wide, and his back sinked into the couch, like he was ready for a show. The show he was aching to witness.

“..Stevey here says he wants his cock warmed up” Eddie now taunted away at Steve who could pop away his zipper if he hardens just a bit more, his hairy chest creeping out the shirt he wore, lips parted exasperatingly open as his legs slightly twitched from self-restraint.

Steve quickly used his fingers to signal you to go over towards him, he smiled at how you sweetly wiped your face with an arm and crawled your way to him.

He reached for you, assisting in any way he could’ve to accommodate your nude self onto his clothed lap. He took a look at you, at how sexually frustrated you presented yourself to him. Almost immediately he began placing little kisses onto your forehead, then cheek forwarding to your neck. Your eyes were sealed shut to the pretty feeling now, he held you so nicely that you felt yourself embarrassingly dampening his blue jeans. You soon felt his pair of cold hands directing your mandible to a pair of lips you glided with gently, you desperately inhaling as much of him as you could. His mouth was almost admiring, he appreciated your skin with adoration, he was easily the perfect balance to Eddie.

“Can I kiss you?” purred Steve onto the nape of your neck, gently kissing onto the exposed skin, traces of saliva gifting view onto his now fluffier lips. He was so sweet towards you, cleaning away left tears and admiringly massaging your shoulders strolling down to your arms. Steve only brushed his lips against yours, slowly toying away every time you tried fully closing the gap.

“I need you to kiss me.” you almost begged for his lips to explore your own, for them to sweeten your mouth just how he showed you he was able to sweeten your body. Steve paused and suddenly carried your weight onto the wall that sat behind you all, he wanted to get you warmed up to himself with a different feel from the couch first.

Harrington held you up against the wall and gently lowered his head, kissing you, lips crashing together like waves in the ocean, his lips were soft against yours, but you needed more. You inhaled sharply, aggressively clinging onto his shirt, needing all of him as much as possible, for him to finally make you cum, for him to put an end to the torture that is his tease. Steve caught on and returned the kiss harder, this time your bottom lip was captured between his and he began pursuing his body closer to yours, hardness pressing onto your stomach. Steve enjoyed every second of having you teased to the bare point you’re pathetically begging him to take his turn fucking you. Having him know exactly what it is he needed to do to have you beg his touch, to do about just enough to you and your body that you’re left with no choice that you can’t avoid wanting him this badly. Steve only proceeded to rubbing himself onto you harder, faster and smoother, he was now bucking himself onto your body. Soon after, the kiss grew incompetent, his tongue now involved you automatically got ahold of him in that cotton-top he wore

“I need to taste you. Let me taste you.” Steve only grew hungrier for you, the hungrier you grew for him, his mouth becoming sloppier synchronized with your own rhythm from the thought of finally savoring your pussy. You eagerly nodded to the man’s request, Steve impulsively beginning his trail of warm kisses along the path between your cum-filled breasts, him repeating the act to return and beginning with licking strips of saliva onto the cuddly skin,

“put them in my mouth” he kneeled below you, having his head be in perfect alignment with your tits as you just lowered into his open mouth.

Steve ravilishly latched onto your skin, using his tongue to tease your nipples you watched how he massaged your breasts as if they were only his. He wanted his mouth attached to every body part of yours and he showed you so by taking one of your breasts into the mouth he used to suck, groaning to himself from the taste. Holding the remaining of the skin into his hand, attaching and detaching himself with ‘pop’ sounds, strings of saliva following his soft lips and the breasts he suckled, he was doing everything just right. Him doing this nonstop you notice he slowly led his head down to your needy cunt. Steve held one of your legs above his shoulder and returned to his height, holding your weight up in the air before digging his head further between your thighs. Gently, he inhaled the natural esoteric scent you released, he kissing along your pussy lips before he instinctively took your clit into his mouth and continued to slurp every drop of your juices accessible. Steve now led your other leg above his other shoulder and tongued you down deeper, you wrapping your legs along his back, him holding you still with his grip.

Screaming inaudible praises you felt as Steve began taking steps from his stance and held you tight by your ass. He had his fingers sculpting you perfectly in his hands as he carried your weight above his head right back onto the couch you two played on before, his strength just turned you on more.

Eddie only groaned to himself from what he witnessed now, him unzipping his jeans to pump his tired cock from how provokingly you’re getting treated infront of him.

You quickly crawled off of Steve and laid onto the couch with your ass up in the air for him, arms holding the rest of your weight, Munson’s cock getting jerked off right on your face.

“Fuck.”

Steve husked to himself, his bottom lip getting caught between his teeth from the demonstration of how much you craved him, if eyes could speak his would say he was gonna fuck you right there, right now. You looked completely vulnerable to him, your holes were arched up for display for Steve who stared down at you, how you’re so prettily positioned for him, for his cock.

“Oh i’m gonna’ fuck you so hard..”

You felt him shift and mumble to himself, he was so serious, so fucking ready to push his cock into your pussy. He quickly ripped his pants away and stripped from his decorated boxers, you nodded as he toyed his length around your vulva in consent for him to finally adjust his head into your opening. He tapped his heavy cock onto your exterior before making his way in, sliding into you gently for you to take his width, firm hands pressing onto your arched waist,

“Just a little more for me baby, Oh yeah, you can take me so good.” continued he, grabbing onto the ass that danced along with his hips, him using your handles as extra support. He pushed himself further in, widening your hole to his size, you screeched to the feeling, “Shh, good girl.”

You moaned away causing the stranger to speed up. You loved his cock and you told him so in between teary mumbles and fuck you meant it, the way he fucked you felt so warm, he filled your cunt so perfectly, tips of his fingers not for once detaching from your body, wet kisses onto your mouth and dirty little praises into your ear. He’d become just the right amount of aggressive for you now, Steve latched onto your locs, soft grip to remove any excess from your face. He fucked himself into you just right and fuck how loud he was took over you completely. Steve held onto you harder, the hand that grabbed onto your hair soon reaching out to smack your ass; firm grips finalizing each touch. He fucked you so good you felt yourself unable to keep your mouth closed, you euphorically came with ease for him, body fluids dripping out of your cunt to which he swiped with his fingers and tongue-cleaned up entirely, mouth of his glistening with the moistness of your release.

“I want you to show me, show me how much you love this cock, beautiful.” Steve bargained, cock spraining out of your cunt to meet eye to eye with your nose as he sweetly kneeled you before him. He was throbbing for you, leaking mixtures of precum and your own arousal, dick so angelically sculpted you couldn’t hold aback anymore just how much you’d love to hear his pretty sounds again. You took him into your mouth, so gracefully kitten licking that desperate tip of his, you quickly allowing him to shape your mouth with his entrance. He felt warm and hard, pulsating inside your mouth like he’s never gotten a blowjob before. Steve tasted fresh on your tongue..

“Fuck- your mouth, agh- your mouth..”

He moaned away, voice coming out so surprisingly high-pitched it had your thighs locked together. Eddie just pumped his cock, wishing it was his cock you were swallowing instead. You knew that to him this was all blissful, drunk enough to not even attempt to hide his pretty moans but sober enough to know he wanted you to do this for him and so much fucking more. Eddie stood near you two now, him pumping his cock across your forehead while you choked on Steve’s. “..fucking look him in the eye while he bruises your throat, slut.” Eddie demanded, grabbing you by the throat and pushing you forward deeper onto Steve’s dick, your eyes attached onto Steve’s needier ones.

“Think you can fit two whole cocks inside that pretty mouth, think so baby?” Steve praised away, It took you completely for surprise how he went from shy and quiet to large and bold, but you loved it fucking loved this side of him.

Eddie instantly had his dick connecting to your cheek and grinned devilishly to the sight beneath him, occasionally swiping his length across your face patiently awaiting for an approval. Steve took his time desiring your mouth before he suddenly shifted himself to the far right of your cheek, bloating it a bit as he gave Eddie some space to fit himself into your gape. You took the men in, careful to not sink your teeth onto either one but confident enough to lick and suck them both satisfactorily. They both enjoyed how well taken care of you’re being right now, both just looking down at you, one seemingly on the verge of coming down your throat whilst the other couldn’t wait to have you comfortable enough to fuck your face in. Your cheeks remained bloated as you savored the taste of each of their cocks at once, obviously not being able to get them far in to how big they were.

Eddie now moved and stood behind you whilst Steve continued to bulk his hips infront of you.

“…what a cock-sucking whore, like me watching you down his cock don’t you, princess?” he grabbed a another significant amount of your hair and had you look back at him, fingers of his teasing at your nipples as Steve’s length not for once detached from your lips.

“Mhm” you tuned, meeting eye to eye with Eddie now who now took your arm in his hand and single-handedly led it to his hardness, having you jerk him off while you sucked off Steve. In between Steve’s praises and Eddie’s grunting you felt yourself become just as close as Steve was. They both praised, you were suckling each one now, turning every once in a while to face each of their cocks fairly.

“atta girl..so happy to have daddy share you with his friend, yeah?” giritted Munson, his large hand holding your neck to get off to the feel of his dick disappear into your throat. He was close, it was easy to memorize how sexily his stomach would tone whenever he was ready to feed you his cum.

“open.. your fucking mouth.” Eddie intervened, eyes rolling as he pumped another shot of his warmth right into your open mouth, him slapping the residue onto your cum-dripping lips. The man worn out of breath from his second release but fuck was he so hungry to watch how good you are at taking two cumshots into your mouth. He moved away and gave his friend space to dump his cum in right along with his own.

Steve neared his way to you, carefully accommodating each one of his thighs on either side of your head positioning you for the receiving of his shot. You innocently looked up at him, how you opened your cum-filled mouth for him instantly sent him over to his climax, he was already shooting strings of cum all over your face following loud whines in which he couldn’t contain.

“You’re so.. fucking perfect..” cherished Steve, leaving you a complete slutty cum-filled mess.

You swallowed their seed whole to from which they both fucking admired you doing for them.

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Both Steve and Eddie got dressed quickly before strolling around in search of your own clothes. They firstly began by sweetly wiping away any residue mess you might’ve gotten left with, tons of damp paper towels from the bathroom helping you get cleaned up. Work blouse getting put over your head by one whilst the other helped your arms go through the fabric, skirt getting placed and zipped up whilst you got assisted in your dressing.

They both ended the night by kissing your skin adoringly before helping you close the place up. They contributed in every way possible to leave the room and the bar spotless for you, comforting you along the way to Eddie’s van.

You sat in the back with Steve who held your sleepy head onto his lap, caressing away your hair and your face whilst Eddie played some of your favorites and carefully drove you home, checking up on you more than needed.

Easy to say that it was all destined to be as you attempted to hover those slutty little after-thoughts to the inactive part of your brain, to which were kept restrained in compulsion throughout the night to when you first met eye to eye with the men you sat in that van with. You felt at ease now though, you were getting treated like the princess the men saw you as, and you loved every single minute of it…

Whatever the fuck they were doing tonight ; drunkly slurring words onto one another, lips so eagerly speaking about something so reluctant had you locked onto them. Had you recklessly doing things you never thought yourself to do.

Eddie was right, he made you a so much bigger slut than you saw yourself capable of being.

[writing-wh0re]

If It Doesn’t You Ain’t Doin It Right - 3 and Final

Don’t Blame Me - Mini Series

All Stories will be tagged #writing-wh0re-requests.

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader - *established relationship*

Warnings for series and chapter: Smut 18+, Oral (Male and Female), Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Slight Dom Eddie / Sub Reader, Drinking, Drugs, Angst (?), Language.

Words: 2,943

A/N: Final Part to this series - happy to do ‘spin offs’ just send in your requests! Hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

Don’t Blame Me - 1

Love Made Me Crazy - 2 

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By the time we arrive at Patrick's, half the grade seems to be there. Cars lining the street and driveway, music booming down the neighbourhood.

"Always knows how to throw a party." Jason sighs with pride at his best friend.

My eyes scan the cars quickly, hoping to see a familiar van. A small pinch of sadness rushes over me at not being able to spot him.  

Chrissy stands in front of me before we walk into the party. 

"What time do you have to be home? Or am I covering for you?"

"Let's see where the night takes us." I wink, causing Chrissy to giggle. 

"If anything happens tonight you have to tell me, got it?" 

"Got it." I smile. 

Chrissy links our arms together pulling me into the crowded home where sweaty bodies cause the air to be thick and warm with the smell of cheap alcohol. 

"Aye! Chrissy" Jason calls for her across the room, Chrissy smiling at me apologetically before walking away. 

I look around the room quickly, deciding to find the kitchen and grab a drink. Various different alcohols cover the table, most half empty already. I sort between most of the bottles before deciding on staying sober and sticking to soda. 

"Not in the mood?"

I slightly jump at the voice behind me, completely lost in my own world.

My eyes wander over Patrick, his basketball jersey still stuck to his chest, paired with jeans and his varsity jumper. A thought flicks through my mind at what Eddie might wear, the thought of his cold rings causing a shiver to rush up my spine. 

"Y/n? You good?"

"Uh, yeah, just still not feeling great." 

"I'm assuming that's why you're sticking to soda only?" 

"I guess so." 

Patrick chuckles at me slightly before an awkwardness settles between us.

"Pat! C'mon man!" Jason yells gesturing for Patrick to come over to the beer pong table. 

"I better go"

"Please." I smile, thankful for the interruption. 

"I think you're losing your touch" 

I jump at Eddie's words, hitting his chest with my hand.

"Stop scaring me." 

Eddie chuckles, his eyes wandering over my body, slightly lingering on my chest before he notices the red scarf in my hair.

"I was wondering where that was." 

"Oh please, you didn't know it was missing."

Eddie gasps in fake shock, a cheeky smirk covering his face.

"That's my favourite scalf." 

"Well I'm keeping it."

"It's yours, it would be wrong to seperate my two favourites." 

I raise an eyebrow as Eddie takes my soda and walks deeper into the party. 

My mind takes a few seconds to figure itself out, my heart beating faster and my stomach fluttering with butterflies. I toss between thoughts of ignoring him for the whole night and acting like nothing has changed and wanting to run after him, drag him to his van and fuck his brains out like last Wednesday. 

“Y/n! Y/n!” 

I spin around to face Chrissy, her face flushed slightly, cheeks a soft crimson most likely from the liquid in her cup. 

“You okay?”

“I need a beer pong partner, well Patrick needs one but I want to play against you.” Chrissy slurs slightly, her eyes a little glossy under the kitchen lights. 

Before I can respond Chrissy is pulling me behind her, rambling on about how fun it's going to be. 

I look behind me, my eyes landing on Eddie as I shrug, sending him a swift wink before focusing forward. 

“I found your team mate!” Chrisy yells in a sing-song tone. 

Patrick beams at me, handing me an orange ping pong ball, before gesturing to the table. 

“Ready to take down the king and queen?” 

I look over at Chrissy, her arms around Jason’s neck as he spins her. 

“Definitely.” 

Jason and Patrick scissors, paper, rock to see who will go first. 

“Lucky.” Patrick chuckles, tossing the ball to Jason. 

“Be prepared to lose.” Jason smirks, before bending down, closing one of his eyes and glancing at the table. 

“Does he realise he looks ridiculous?” 

Patrick laughs, bumping my shoulder with his as I smile, Chrissy rolling her eyes at my comment. 

“Won’t be ridiculous when we win.” 

Jason stands, lining up his shot before releasing the ball, skimming the top of a cup before falling into the liquid. 

“Shit.” Patrick and I both mumble. 

“Ladies first.” Patrick gestures, I roll my eyes, grabbing the red cup and downing the liquid. 

I cough slightly, my face scrunching up. 

“Is that Beer mixed with something?” 

“Nope, it’s just awful.” 

Patrick takes the cup from me, placing it down on the table and drying off the ball on his pants. 

“Your go.” 

I grab the ball from his hand, standing front on to the table. I take a deep breath and try to line up the shot as best as I can. 

“Let me help.”

Patrick places his hands on my hips, pulling me against his chest softly. His hand holds my elbow, his lips brushing against my ear. 

“Close one eye like Jason did, line the ball up and bring your elbow in slightly.” 

I released a breath I wasn’t sure I was holding, before letting the ball slip through my fingers, bouncing once on the table before landing in the cup. 

“Atta girl.” Patrick whispers, his grip on my hips tightening slightly as a warm blush hits my cheeks, a smile dancing across my lips as Jason drinks from the cup. 

I feel his eyes burning against my skin before I see him. Our eyes meet as Patrick wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me against him and whispering how awesome my shot was. 

Eddie clenches his jaw, shaking his head before moving away from the porch and into the house. 

“I’ll be right back, I have to use the bathroom.” 

“Uh, yeah, upstairs to the right.” 

“Thanks.” I smile weakly, quickly walking through the partying, my eyes scanning every inch of the place. 

I hear the front door close, a feeling inside of me telling me to follow. I quickly slip out the front door, watching Eddie storming down the driveway, his hands balled into fists, opening and closing. 

“Eddie!” 

I rush after him, a few people turning to look at me as I weave through the cars. I watch Eddie walk down the street, four houses in front of me. 

“Hey!” 

Eddie picks up his pace, ignoring my calls. 

“Eddie Munson, listen to me!” 

Eddie stops in his tracks, keeping his back to me as I rush over to him. The street light is slightly dim and the soft thump of the music now in the background.

“Where are you going?” 

“Home Y/n, are you going to let me go.” Eddie mumbles, his voice low. 

“Eddie, look at me.” 

Eddie tilts his head back, sighing as his breath mists in the air. He turns to face me, his eyes glistening and his cheeks flushed, has he been crying? Or is it just the cold air? Am I crazy?

I reach out to touch his face, shock hitting me slightly at how upset he looks, guilt wrecking through me. 

“Don’t, go back to your party, it’s where you belong.” Eddie holds my wrist in his hand, his eyes unreadable as my vision blurs, tears sneaking their way up. 

“I-Eddie, I don’t belong with them.” 

“You fit like a glove with those people.” 

“You know I can’t stand those people.” 

Eddie scoffs, dropping my hand and rolling his eyes, walking away from me and opening his driver side door. 

“Ed.” I whisper as he stops himself. 

“Go have fun with Patrick, hopefully he figures out that thing you like.” 

I push Eddie’s chest, his back hitting his van. 

“Stop it, stop confusing me, stop giving me mixed signals.” I cry, my fists hitting his chest, his warm hands wrapping around my wrists. 

“You don’t get to act like this.” I sob, my head resting on his chest as he holds me tight. 

“You can’t pick and choose when you want me, especially when someone shows me attention. You either want me Munson or we end whatever game this is.” 

Eddie looks over my face, a tear running down my cheek. 

“Baby.” Eddie whispers as I sniffle. 

Butterflies erupt inside of me, the nickname causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. 

“Decide Eddie, please.” I beg, my voice coming out sterner than I planned. 

“Y/n, we don’t match.”

I groan, pushing away from him. 

“Why does that matter? When has anyone’s opinion mattered to you Ed?” 

Eddie opens and closes his mouth without speaking, knowing I'm right. 

“I’ll take that as we’re done.” I sigh, tilting my head back and stopping the tears from falling. 

“Drive safely, Munson.” I mumble turning away from him. 

His grip on my wrist spins me to face him, our faces inches away from each other. 

“Don’t you dare walk away from me without me saying anything.” 

My eyes search his, trying to read them, and figure him out before he can tell me. 

“I want you, in every way, in more ways than I’ve had you.”

I stand on my tippy toes, closing the gap between us as Eddie bends slightly and picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. Our lips move against each other perfectly, my fingers tangling in his hair, his hands squeezing my bum. 

“Take me home Munson.” 

Eddie smiles, kissing me quickly before nodding. 

Eddie carries me to the passenger side, letting me pull myself in and wait for him to start the car. 

As we drive down the street I notice Chrissy standing on the front porch looking around. 

“Slow down for a sec.” 

I wind the window down and lean out of the window. 

“Chris! Chrissy!” 

Chrissy looks over at me, a knowing smirk on her face as she chuckles. A few people look at the situation, a slight murmur filling the air as Jason cups Patrick's shoulder, shaking his head at him. 

“Cover for me?” 

Chrissy smiles, nodding her head, “Have fun!” 

I blow my best friend a kiss as she catches it, blowing one back. 

“Well that’s one way to let people know.” 

“And do you hear that?” I ask, cupping my ear as Eddie drives away. “Not one person cares.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, smirking at my comment. 

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Eddie pulls into the trailer park, his trailer completely dark due to his uncle being out. 

I look over at him, my eyes roaming over his body, before his hand brushes against my knee. 

“C’mon.” 

I follow Eddie, the flicking lights of the trailer park filling the air with a dull buzz. Eddie opens the front door, having to kick it slightly to get it unjammed, something I hope they never fix. 

The moment the door clicks closed, Eddie’s hands are on me, pulling me closer to him as his lips suck and bite my neck. 

“Fuck.” I sigh, moving my head to the side more, giving him more access. 

Eddie places his hands on my hips, slowly guiding us through the small hallway to his room. He pulls away from me, fumbling around his room to turn a small lamp on, the dim light bouncing off the walls, accompanied by the moonlight dancing across the floor. 

Without words we both slowly start undressing ourselves, matching each article of clothing. 

Eddie’s eyes wander over my skin, a small smirk on his lips as he notices the green lingerie. 

“I had to, had a feeling you’d be seeing it.” I whisper, causing him to lick his lips, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“Always a good girl for me.”

The small amount of praise rushes straight to my core, dampening my panties. Eddie closes the small distance between us, his fingers running up and down my arms, our eyes never leaving each other. He inches his face closer to mine, our lips hovering over each other, breath mixing. 

“I’m yours, Y/n.” His whispered words are barely audible, only noticing the way his mouth brushed against mine as whispered. 

“Than fuck me.”

Eddie’s hand clasps the back of my neck, smashing our lips together with a hunger I’ve never felt before. His fingers run through my hair, pulling at the strands as I moan against his lips, allowing for his tongue to tangle with mine. 

His hand runs up my back, unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor. His lips move down my skin, sucking a mark against the sweet spot on my neck before his tongue swirls against my nipple. 

My moans fill the air, his free hand squeezing and massaging my ass cheek, my fingers tangling in his hair. 

“Please.” The word slips past my lips, begging for him to do more, touch me where I need him most. 

Without another word Eddie stops what he is doing, pushing me backwards against his mattress before latching onto me again. His lips work against mine as his fingers rub my clit through my panties, the roughness of the lace fabric scratching against me. 

“So fucking wet for me.” I moan in response, grinding my hips against his hand. 

Eddie slips his fingers past my panties, sliding the fabric down my legs. His eyes darken as he traces over me sprawled out on his bed. He falls to his knees, kissing up my legs, nipping the skin every so often. He blows against my wet cunt, softly licking up my slit before lightly sucking my clit. 

“Holy fuck Ed.”

He hums against my core, his tongue circling my swollen clit, every knock causes tingles to rush through me. His arms wrap around my thighs holding me against him as he flattens his tongue against me, swiping the muscle side to side causing nothing but moans and curses to fall from my lips. Eddie slides two fingers inside of me, slowly, teasingly slipping them in and out of me as he continues to swirl around my clit. My pussy tightens around his fingers, causing him to smile against my skin, our eyes locking briefly before I throw my head back. Eddie pulls his mouth from me, keeping his fingers buried inside of me. 

“Tell me I’m fucking lucky.” 

His words cause butterflies to erupt inside of me, blush heating my cheeks, my smile beaming. 

“You’re fucking lucky Eddie.”

Eddie chuckles slightly, kissing my thigh as his fingers continue to pump in and out of me. 

“Damn right I am.” 

He repeatedly bumps my g-spot, causing heat to flow over my body. 

“Eddie- Fuck, I’m-”

“I know baby, cum for me.” 

Eddie keeps his pace, his tongue sliding back over my clit as my back arches off the bed. My fingers pulling at his hair as I moan his name loud, my vision fuzzy and my legs shaky covering his fingers in cum. 

He places two soft kisses against my pussy, kissing up my body before reaching my lips. Our kiss is soft, as if we could break under pressure, my chest rising and falling between us. Eddie softly guides my leg over his hip, lining himself up with my entrance and sliding inside of me. 

My eyes flutter closed as a huff passes my lips. 

“Jesus.” 

“You take me so well.” Eddie praises, slowly moving his hips to allow time for me to adjust. 

His moans fill the air, something I would never get tired of hearing. 

“Right there.” I whisper, angling my hips up slightly. Eddie places his arm under my back, helping me reach the angle, his cock sliding deeper inside of me. My fingernails rake down his back, earning a soft moan to fall from his lips. 

Eddie kisses the side of my head, changing our position as he sits back on his legs. His hands grope my boobs, head tilting back as he rocks in and out of me. I moan at the sight in front of me, the man of my dreams moaning at how good I make him feel, I’m fucking lucky. 

“God Y/n, so good baby.” 

I smile, grabbing his hand and kissing his fingers. Slipping one past my lips and sucking causing a deep groan to rumble through the air, his cock twitching inside of me. His fingers circle my sensitive clit, small electric shocks shaking my legs, my moans vibrating around his finger. 

“I’m close.” 

“Me to baby, so good.” 

I wrap my legs around Eddie, pulling him down to me as he continues to slide in and out of me. I bring his lips to mine, feeling his dick twitch inside of me his body becoming hot. Eddie moans against my lips as I bite his bottom lip, pulling back as our eyes lock his warm release filling me. 

Eddie stays inside of me for a few seconds, kissing me deeply, softly, savouring the moment. 

We hear a car drive up the gravel road, both of us jumping apart from each other. Eddie quickly shuts his bedroom door, locking it swiftly before we hear the front door open and slam closed. 

Eddie holds his finger against his lips as his uncle stomps through the trailer before slamming his bedroom door. 

I giggle softly, causing Eddie to smirk. He grabs his hellfire shirt and hands it to me, before sliding my panties back up my legs, placing feather light kisses against my skin.

“Have I ever told you how lucky I am?” 

I tilt my head to the side and pretend to think. 

“Maybe once?”

Eddie scoffs, quickly kissing me before laying beside me. Both of us tracing each other's skin, happy and finally content with us, being us.

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A/N: We'll Meet Again by Vera Lynn is used in this chapter. I actually love that song even though it's kind of creepy. It fits the vibes. Also, I promise we get more Eddie interactions in the next chapter.

Summary: You haven’t been the same since you woke up in the hospital with memory loss after the earthquake hit Hawkins. When strange things start happening and you feel like you’ve started losing your mind, a group of strangers offer to help. Even though you’ve never met them before, they seem to know you better than you think.

Warnings: Doctors, Weight loss/loss of appetite/food, Psychiatrist/Discussion of Readers Mental Health, Overbearing Parent, Nightmares, Blood, If I missed anything please let me know, Not proofread, 18 + only, Minors DNI

Word Count: 2.7k

Eddie Munson x Fem reader

Series Masterlist

Part Three

Monday, September 1st, 1986

The pounding on your front door matched the rhythmic pounding in your head. You hopped off your spot on the kitchen counter where you had been nursing your mug full of coffee to open the door for your mother. As the door opened you could see her standing on the doorstep with a frown etched across her face.

You followed her eyes as they trailed from your hair down to your shoes. Your mother always did this thing since the quake where she observed you, mentally making notes of what was off or changed since the last time she had seen you. You were pretty certain she probably kept a journal detailing how you looked or acted each time she saw you so she could go back and compare notes.

The soft hum of the engine came from her car still running in the driveway. The sky was cloudy and gray behind her, teasing the possibility of rain.

“Your clothes look looser,” your mom said as her eyes did another critical pass over you.

“Goodmorning, Mother. Happy to see you too on this beautiful morning,” you remarked sarcastically as you waved your arms at the cloudy world behind her. You turned to leave her at the open door as you took one last sip of your coffee and grabbed your bag off the couch.

“I’m serious,” she called after you. “Have you been eating?”

You huffed as you walked out the front door and closed it behind you. She stood over your shoulder as you locked the door. “Yes, I’ve been eating.”

It wasn’t a lie. You had been eating. But definitely not as much as you used to. It wasn’t something you had done on purpose. Food just didn’t hold much appeal after the first initial bites. Honestly, you hadn’t even thought much about your food intake or weight until you noticed the way your clothes started to fit now. Everyday you promised yourself that you would eat more just to push it off onto the next day. You should have known your mom would notice.

Your mother pursed her lips as she observed you climbing into the passenger seat of her car. The car that she has had for three years yet still had that new car smell.

“I have a good feeling about this new doctor,” she stated matter of factly as she started the car and reversed from the driveway.

You gave a half hearted hum before she continued. “I mean, he’s supposed to be the best neurologist in the Indianapolis area.”

“Do you really mean that or are you saying that because you know his parents?” you asked with an eye roll.

Your mom took a deep breath but didn’t say anything else as you reached over and turned on the radio. It was going to be a long car ride to Indianapolis.

The exam room was sterile and white. You currently sat on the exam table in the center of the room. The thin protective paper underneath you crinkled with each impatient swing of your legs.

Visiting the neurologist always made you nervous. You were always a little medical mystery that no one wanted to take the time to solve. The doctors in the hospital had made it seem like it was a cut and dry case of a head injury. But every time you’ve been to the doctor recently they seem to either not know or not care enough to dig deeper into why you weren’t getting better.

Hence why your mother had weaseled you into this new doctor's practice. She really did care and wanted to see you improve. Her way of showing it was just different than what you would expect.

“Can you please sit still and act your age?” your mother wrinkled her nose at the now ripped paper underneath your thighs.

“Sorry. I’m just nervous,” you muttered.

Her face softened at your admittance. It wasn’t often you admitted that your health worried you. You were usually the one brushing things off or always claiming that things were okay.

A loud knock sounded from the closed door before the doctor made his entrance.

Dr. Coleman was younger than you had expected. His charming smile when he walked into the room practically made your mother swoon from her chair.

You fought back the urge to gag.

“Well, hello there,” he said as he took your mother's hand.

“When Connie told me her son was a hot shot doctor I couldn’t believe it! Thank you so much for getting us in so soon!” She exclaimed.

“No problem at all,” he said before he turned to you. “And you must be my patient. Nice to meet you,” he said as he reached his hand out to you. You didn’t miss the way his tone softened greatly when he spoke to you. Like he was trying not to spook a wild animal.

You sent a quick nod as a greeting before he sat in a circular rolling chair and started to pull papers from the file he held under his arm.

“I looked over all of your records from the hospital and your previous doctor. I’m honestly very surprised with what I found,” he remarked. “But before we get into that, how are you feeling lately? What symptoms are you experiencing?”

You cleared your throat, not wanting to answer this question in front of your mom. You could only imagine the drama it would cause if you asked her to leave, plus having to deal with the interrogation on the ride home to Hawkins.

“Well, I'm still having daily headaches, memory loss, nightmares, and nosebleeds. I’ve recently noticed a lack of appetite and I think that’s made me lose some weight. Also, I think I’m having hallucinations.”

Your mothers head snapped to look at you. Dr. Coleman nodded like he wasn’t surprised.

“What kind of hallucinations?” The doctor asked as he read over your chart again.

You tried to swallow, your throat suddenly feeling very dry under your mothers glare. “Uh, well seeing things, hearing things, feeling things like I’m dreaming but I’m awake the whole time. And then I wake up and everything is normal.”

“Mhm,” he hummed as clicked off the overhead light and rolled closer in his chair and shined a bright light into your eyes, making you jump. He gave you an apologetic smile as he continued to look at your eyes and then moved on to using his cold hands to awkwardly palpate around your skull.

“Well, I think I have an idea of what might be going on,” he rolled back away from you and turned the light back on. He grabbed some prints of what looked like blurry pictures of a brain and held them in front of you and your mother so you could both see. The pictures were hard to see with the way he was holding them and you couldn’t really tell what you were looking at.

“These are some copies of your last brain scan and your first brain scan from the hospital when you first came in. I looked over the originals intensely and there’s one thing I noticed between the two of them. There’s no sign of any brain damage or injury in either of these. I’m looking at a perfectly healthy brain in both scans.”

“So what does that mean?” your mother asked as she put a hand to her own head.

“It means I think the initial diagnosis in the hospital was wrong. Looking at your records nothing indicated that you had hurt your head besides loss of consciousness, memory loss, and a headache. It’s my professional opinion that what you’re experiencing is psychiatric in nature, not physical. I have a list of great psychiatrists in the area that I think will be very beneficial for you.”

The room started to spin as you worked harder to get air in and out of your lungs. “I am not crazy,” you gritted out.

Your mother gasped at your tone. “I’m not saying you’re crazy,” the doctor said calmly. “It’s not unusual for ladies your age to feel a lot of pressure and stress, especially with some of the recent events around Hawkins. Perhaps the earthquake or some other event was a breaking point for your stress. The psychiatrists on this list should be able to find the right medication to help you.” He handed the list to your mother who was teary eyed and nodding along to every word he said.

“I am not stressed or under pressure. I hit my head in a freak accident. That’s it.” You jumped down from the table, ready to make your escape from the room.

“I know this is hard to hear. But physically the scans are telling me a different story. I wish you both the best of luck,” he said as he backed out of the room and shut the door behind him.

You didn’t spare your mom another glance as you stomped out of the office and into her car.

She stayed quiet as well for the majority of the ride home, sensing that you weren’t in the mood to talk. As you got closer to Hawkins, her need to say what was on her mind won.

“I’ll call in the morning and make you an appointment with one of the doctors on the list,” she said quietly, probably hoping you wouldn’t hear her.

“You can do that but that doesn’t mean I’ll go,” you snapped back. Your mom probably didn’t deserve your attitude, you were acting more like a fifteen year old than a twenty year old but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad. You knew you weren’t crazy like that stupid doctor had suggested.

Your mom took a deep breath before she spoke again. “I don’t see how it would hurt to get another perspective.”

She didn’t get it. She didn’t understand what it felt like to feel like this everyday. It was one thing to think of yourself as crazy, but to hear it from another person was too much. It made it too real. From not remembering certain things to the comments that Miss Joan had made in the grocery store that day, it felt like you were being left out of something. All of that on top of the fact that your mom had never actually told you how you ended up in the hospital made you suspicious.

“I’ll go if you tell me what happened to me during the earthquake,” you offered.

“What do you mean? We’ve talked about this before,” she said quickly.

You shook your head. “No, every time I ask any questions you change the subject. I just want to know where I was when it happened. Did you see me get hurt? How did I get to the hospital?”

She puckered her lips like she was physically stopping herself from saying anything damning. When the silence stretched for too long and it became clear that she wouldn’t be saying anything, you took matters into your own hands.

You smacked your hands against the dashboard, ignoring the sharp stinging in your palms. “God damnit, Mom! Just tell me!”

The car suddenly braked, causing you to jolt in your seat before it veered sharply to the side of the road. A passing car horn could be heard as someone honked at your mothers sudden maneuvers.

She sat staring straight ahead once the car was stopped and the flashers were on. Both her hands rested perfectly still against the wheel.

When she finally spoke it startled you. “I don’t know what happened to you. I was out of town for work and I got a call that you were in the hospital. When I asked what happened he said-“ She stopped herself abruptly, clamping her teeth together quickly.

“He who?” You demanded.

“I misspoke,” she said as she put the car back in gear and pulled out onto the road again. “Let's go get you something to eat before I take you home.”

You didn’t ask anymore questions for the rest of the day. If you were going to get any answers, you were going to have to go about it a different way.

You hesitantly walked into the office of your new psychiatrist.

The room was bleach white from the walls to the chairs, giving it a cold clinical feeling. Two chairs sat in the center of the room separated by a low coffee table. The coffee table housed a container of tissues, and oddly enough a record player.

You assumed that maybe the psychiatrist liked to use music during his sessions. You think you have heard before that music helps access certain parts of the brain. You don’t remember where you’ve learned that from.

You sit in the smaller chair that you assumed was designated for patients and place your forearms against the armrest, attempting to get comfortable as you wait for the doctor to arrive for your appointment.

You're surprised when you hear a slight crackling as the record player starts to play.

We’ll meet again

Don’t know where, don’t know when

The haunting tune unsettles you slightly as you shift in your seat, turning to face the door in hopes that it would make the doctor arrive faster.

“Well, hello there,” a man's voice said suddenly. You nearly jumped out of your seat when you realized the chair across from you was no longer empty.

In it sat a man wearing a white collared button down shirt, tucked neatly into white pants. His choice of outfit nearly made him blend in with the rest of his office. His blonde hair was styled and gelled perfectly on the top of his head.

But I know we’ll meet again

Some sunny day

He must be the doctor.

He gives you a kind smile full of bleach white teeth. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He’s soft spoken and sounds kind. You immediately feel comfortable in his presence.

“It’s okay,” you croak out. “I’ve been a little jumpy lately.”

His smile widens at that. “So I’ve heard. How else have you been feeling lately?”

You cleared your throat as you glanced back down at the record player that was still playing. You launched into the usual rundown of your symptoms. “Headaches, nosebleeds, nightmares-”

“No, no, no. Not your symptoms. Your feelings. How do you feel?”

Keep smiling through

Just like you always do

‘Til the blue skies drive the dark clouds

Far away

Your mouth was suddenly dry as you tried to think of an answer for him. “Um, tired, upset, confused, a little scared sometimes…”

“Guilty?” He interjected.

You tilted your head at him in confusion. “Why would I feel guilty?”

“He got hurt because of you. He was trying to protect you. Don’t you remember?” The psychiatrist's voice started to change. Gone was the soft spoken tone. His voice sounded deeper and distorted, making your hair stand on end.

You shook your head wildly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He let out a deep laugh. “The sooner you stop fighting then the sooner your suffering will all be over.”

Large black vines slithered out from under your chair, wrapping around your arms and pinning you into place. You thrashed against them in an attempt to get free but the more you moved the tighter they held you.

You watched in horror as the skin peeled off of his face and his hair melted away. Revealing disfigured skin of a monster. His once kind looking blue eyes were now cloudy and reptilian as he examined you like prey.

So will you, please, say hello

To the folks that I know?

Tell them I won’t be long

The walls of the office started to peel and drop away, leaving you in the middle of the world that you had only seen in your nightmares. Red flashes of lightning struck in the distance, Screeching of monsters echoed throughout the space.

You pulled against your restraints in another feeble attempt to free yourself.

The monster leaned in closer. “Don’t worry. We’ll meet again.”

You woke from your nightmare abruptly as you thrashed against the blankets. Blood dripped down your chin as it ran from your nose. You didn’t bother to wipe it away as you tried to catch your breath.

Maybe the doctor was right. Maybe you were crazy.

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