#eddie x yn

[sleepycreamcola]

Vampire!Eddie feeding on you. And he imprints on your blood because your his first. And he’s moaning and whimpering at how god it taste and feels to drink from you. And your moaning and whimpering because his saliva has poison that mutes the pain and your brain is translating that tingling feeling as pleasure

[misshowellyisstrange]

well, now you're gonna die too (Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

Inspired by FUNERAL GREY - Waterparks

warnings: smut, choking, low-key breath play, swearing, drinking, drugs (weed).

It was 11pm, you looked around quizzically at your surroundings, you stood outside the address Chrissy gave you, no kids were outside but blaring music played from within the house. You could see movement from within. Shadows formed across the curtains that were pulled tightly closed. You were surprised the Hawkins police hadn't already been called to break the party up, but then again, if Chrissys family was as loved as she was, they could probably get away with murder.

Making your way down the driveway, the music echoed louder and louder. Just as you were to reach the door, it swung up, two adolescents fell through the door, arms wrapped around each other's shoulders. You couldn't tell who was trying to guide the other out, both slurring a greeting as you headed into the house.

The music vibrated through the house, cans of alcohol littered as you walked through, you could barely recognise any one in the crowd, popular people, people you would pass in the halls, people you would actively avoid eye contact with. You swayed your hips to the music as you made your way through Chrissy's living room. You wondered why she even bothered inviting you, you barely spoke to reach other at school.

The lights were low, but you could make out more faces in the kitchen, although the clouds of smoke still made actually recognising anyone a challenge.

Someone ran up to you, engulfing you in a hug. Chrissy. You couldn't imagine anyone else at this party being that close to you. As you pulled away, you saw her blonde curls confirming your suspicions.

"I'm so glad you made it!" Chrissy shouted over the music, it was quieter in the kitchen but you still struggled to hear her. "If you need a drink, just grab one off the table, avoid the lemonade." Chrissy said with a wink. Someone had obviously spiked it.

Chrissy headed into the living room, falling into multiple people along the way. You headed to the table where the drinks were all spread out, deciding on just a beer, although you did have a flask of vodka in your pocket for emergencies.

You pulled a cigarette out of your packet, suddenly realising you can't find your lighter. You patted your pockets down, double and triple checking each one. Before you could find the vanishing lighter, a curly haired boy approached you, flicking his lighter under the cigarette hanging out your mouth.

"Cheers, Munson." You nodded to him. Everyone in the school knew of Eddie, god everyone in Hawkins knew of Eddie. The local dealer, outcast, freak.

"No problem, Y/L/N," Eddie started, "What's a nice place like you doing in a girl like this?" Eddie slurred as he spoke. You looked into his eyes, his pupils dilated. You could only assume he was as high as a kite.

"Eddie, I think you've had enough." You pulled the joint out of his mouth, swapping it with the cigarette you had just gotten lit. You took a drag of his joint, taking your time to inhale and take in your surroundings. You noticed it wasn't just Eddie in the kitchen it was all of the Hellfire boys.

"Come on Y/N, don't be a buzzkill. Give it back, I'm basically sober." Eddie pleaded and gave you puppy eyes.

"Don't disagree with me." You winked at Eddie and made a beeline for the back door, taking his joint with you.

You pulled your grey sweater around you, trying to keep in whatever warmth you had left. You thought you could cope with the November chill, but the mini leather skirt and tights were not a good combination. Chrissy's old swing set called your name. You ran straight for the swing on the right, the one you had basically grown up on. You and Chrissy spent so many nights out here talking about school and boys, spilling secrets that you would both take to the grave.

The second swing creaked as someone occupied it. A leather jacket appeared across your shoulders, and the smell of rum and stale cigarettes surrounded you, engulfing you in a familiar warmth. The jacket was still warm, lingering from the body heat that had previously accompanied it.

"Haven't seen you in detention recently Y/N, don't tell me you've been taken in by the dark side." Eddie looked over at you, leaning in close. His hand reached to your right side, slowly making its way across your hip, your breath hitched as Eddie's closeness grew nearer. Eddie's hand started to settle across his leather jacket on your waist until he reached into his pocket to pull out an old grey flask, liquor still sloshing inside. Eddie pulled back, taking a swig of the flask, he motioned the flask closer to you, offering you some of the mysterious liquid. You hesitantly took a swig of the alcohol, warmth rushing down your throat, heating your core.

You passed the flask back and forth, slowly emptying the remnants between yourselves. Dirt flew up as you kicked your feet back and forth, slowly kicking on the swing set. You started pushing the seat back, then forward, then back again. Eddie watched as you flew higher and higher on the swing set. He excitedly jumped from his seat, rushing behind you. Eddie's strong hands softly cupped your back, pushing you higher on the swing.

"You're ruining my vibe, Munson!" You giggled as your feet pointed towards the sky. Eddie, oblivious to your complaints, continued, only stopping when you were actually concerned the swing might actually wrap around the bar at the top. Who knew your childhood fear might be a reality.

You noticed Eddie's hands no longer cupping your back. You looked around, concerned he had left you to rejoin the wild party inside. You threw your head all the way back, tilting the seat with you. You caught a glance of Eddie making his way to the front of the swings.

"Are you ready?" Eddie now faced you as you swung back and forth.

"For what?"

"To jump!" Eddie excitedly claimed, opening his arms wide to catch you.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" You shouted at Eddie. Eddie's smile grew, curls flowing in his face as the wind picked up.

"I'll catch you, darling," Eddie stepped closer to the swing set, setting himself in the prime position to catch you.

"You're crazy, Munson!" You closed your eyes, hands loosening against the chain, hoping the swing would slow enough you wouldn't meet your fate sooner than intended. You waited for the swing to reach the highest point forwards, pushing yourself off the seat, you flew into the air, free from all restraints for just a second. You soon came crashing down, clutching onto Eddie. Eddie fell back upon contact, arms squeezing around your waist, taking you with him.

Uncontrollable laughter escaped from both your lips. You straddled Eddie, holding his chest to keep yourself upright. The cold chill now seeped through your knitted sweater, Eddie's jacket lost from the jump. Eddie's arms seeped around you, keeping you close to him.

"Come with me. "

"Come where, Eddie?" You asked, giggling at his vacant expression, the mixture of weed and booze finally settling into you both.

"An after party, with some of the Hellfire group, it'll be at my place."

"I'll think about it." You winked at Eddies, using his chest to push yourself up. Eddie propped himself up on his elbow, watching you sway with the music. You grabbed Eddie's jacket from the floor, draping it over your shoulders, looking back at him before you reentered the kitchen, "I might come find you after I've found my friends."

You sauntered over to Eddie's trailer. The alcohol in your system embraced you as you got dropped off by your designated driver. They pleaded with you to come back to their house, but you were adamant that the Munson trailer was the place to be.

The door to the trailer was ajar, a boy with the distinguishable 'Hellfire' shirt on made his way out the trailer, the male was tall with dark features, you'd seen him play guitar before at the 'Coffin.

"Please tell me you're Y/N, Eddie hasn't shut up about some girl crashing tonight. " the male laughed, putting his hand out to shake yours.

"I'm Jeff, by the way." The male, Jeff, introduced. You took his hand in yours. The greeting was far too formal for both your levels of intoxication. Up close, you noticed Jeff's pupils were significantly larger than what you would normally assume. The smell from the trailer gave away the likely culprit.

Walking into the trailer, you noticed the red writing across the alarm clock sitting on the kitchen counter, '03:00' glowing back at you. Your eyes peered across the room, landing on the sofa. Eddie lounged across the two seats, another male taking up the armchair, and two more individuals sat in a pile of blankets on the floor, you could only assume it was Eddie's bedding that had been dragged to the living room.

Eddie always talked in an animated way, his hands bouncing around. You could tell he was in a heated discussion with Gareth on the other side of the room. Eddies large hands swayed back and forth, ash from the joint he held falling as he flicked his hand around.

Eddie froze as he saw you, eyes following you up and down, lingering for a second on the leather jacket wrapped around you. Eddie quite literally jumped from the sofa, pulling you into a hug, and then dragged you back to the small two-seater.

You took the blunt out of Eddie's hand, inhaling and exhaling as the group made conversation. Eddie leaned into you, "That shit is going to kill you." He whispered into your ear.

Taking a deep inhale, you held the smoke while you felt your head go light. You blew the smoke back out towards Eddie's face, which lingered close to you, "Well, now you're going to die too." You looked back at the boy, his eyes followed your lips, glancing down towards your neck occasionally.

Your body grew heavy as the trailer became a hotbox. Eddie spread across the two seater, slightly sitting up, you lay with your back pressed into him, one of his arms over your shoulder, the other with a joint in hand. Eddies free hand traced circles across your chest, subconsciously moving up and down towards the sweet spot on your neck.

Eddie's hand moved up your shoulders, to the back of your neck, supporting your head. He squeezed gently, causing you to face his direction, eyes meeting one another. Eddie held his joint between his pointer and forefinger. His thumb traced your lip, pulling your lips open slowly. Eddie leaned into you, exhaling the smoke into your mouth, lips brushing against one another.

The after party soon died down, leaving just you and Eddie alone in the trailer. Heavy rainfall echoed throughout, the radio still playing quietly in the corner. At some point, you had ended up on top of Eddie, straddling him across the sofa, Eddie's lips sucked your neck in the most sensitive spot. You couldn't resist releasing quiet moans into his ear. Sucking turned into kissing, travelling down to your chest, Eddie's hands firmly grasped your hips, yanking you closer to him.

You grinded forward, trying to remove any and all distance between yourself and Eddie. His fingers digged into your skin, unable to control his natural reflexes.

"You're going to ruin me, darling. " Eddie moaned, hips buckling up, your bodies worked together, intertwined as your pleasure grew. Eddie lifted under your thighs, pulling your skirt up, hands tracing your thighs and ass.

"Baby, I know your dying wish is to be baptised in my spit." Your voice was low and sultry, the bulge in Eddie's jeans throbbed, sitting firmly against your thong which was now uncomfortably damp.

Eddie swiftly grabbed under your thighs, hands cupping each ass cheek as he lifted you off the sofa. You hooked your arms around his neck, clinging as he lowered your bodies to the messy bedding on the floor.

"You're mine tonight, darling." Eddie pulled your knees apart, opening your legs. You pulled your sweater off, showing off your lacey bra, hard nipples peaking through the fabric. Eddies hands dragged across your body, moving your skirt up, tracing your figure. One hand traced the string of your thong, pulling it down, Eddie's other hand moved up your chest, cupping your breast, taking your nipple and gently twisting it between his fingers.

You arched towards Eddie, pulling him closer. Your hands moved across his body, undoing his jeans, pulling them down. Eddie took them off quickly, your skirt following suit. Your hands made their way into Eddie's hair, pulling against his soft curls. Eddie moaned as you tugged his hair, revealing his weakness.

Eddie looked down at you, both hands on either side of your head, trapping you between him and the floor below. "You're going to regret that." Eddie said as he gently untangled your hands from his hair. Eddie ushered both your hands above your head, holding them together firmly with his one hand, his other hand pulled his boxers down, revealing his stiff cock, he teased you, pushing his head in and out of your wetness. You groaned as Eddie tortured you, begging him to fuck you.

Eddie's free hand found its way to your throat, squeezing gently. You looked up at Eddie, doe eyed. "Please, baby." You pleaded, waiting for Eddie to please you. Eddie gripped your throat tighter, pushing his cock into you. You tried to let out a moan, but nothing came out as Eddie controlled your breathing.

Thrusting in and out, Eddie moaned, pushing harder and harder, building up a steady rhythm. You dragged your nails into his back, causing Eddie to release his grip on your neck. You moaned as the thrusting continued, catching your breath while you could.

You pulled Eddie in closer, sucking on his chest where you could reach, slowly working towards his neck. "No way, darling, you're not leaving any marks there. " Eddie's voice was low and deep. He almost growled as he spoke.

"Baby, please, it's only fair!" You pleaded with Eddie, batting your lashes as you spoke.

Eddie's eyes glanced down at your chest, fingers running across the marks he left on you. "Not fair? I can give you not fair darling." Eddie abruptly pulled out of you, grabbing your leg and flipping you over quickly. You lay face down on the blanket, head collapsed into the pillow. Eddie grabbed under your thighs, pulling your ass into the air, Eddie lined his cock against your hole, pushing into you, hands grasping at your hips.

You moaned and pushed back into Eddie, creating a rhythm with his body. Eddies hands moved across your body, hand moving to the back of your head, pushing you into the pillow, gripping your hair. Eddie pulled your hair, pulling your head up towards him. He placed a messy kiss across your cheek as he continued thrusting.

"I'm close, " Eddie groaned out, his pace became uneven, deeper, slower thrusts followed.

"Please baby, come for me." You huffed out, waiting for Eddie to release into you. Instead, his hand reached around, gently rubbing your clit, you stomach grew knots, thighs shaking as Eddie continued.

"Eddie -" you started, "Eddie, I'm close. "

"Hold on, baby. " Eddie whispered, his thrusts picked up pace again, hands digging into your sides. Your legs shook as you reached your peak, Eddie's body tensed against you, reaching his climax. Your bodies collapsed onto the bed sheets below, breaths heavy, your bodies stuck together. Eddie untangled his limbs from yours, lifting himself from the blankets below.

Eddie patted the clothing around the makeshift bed, grabbing whatever he could find first. A large top came flying in your direction, "Put this on. " Eddie ordered.

You pulled the graphic tee over your head, peering down at the band name across the shirt, 'METALLICA'. You looked back up, Eddie had made his way into the kitchen with just his boxers covering him up. Eddie flipped his curls to the side, holding his hair back in a make shift ponytail. He pushed his head under the tap, running cold water across his face and into his mouth. Eddie let the tap run cold while he wiped his face on the nearest kitchen towel.

Reaching up, you could see the muscles in Eddie's back tense as he reached for a glass out of the cupboard. He grabbed the nearest glass, filling it from the tap. Bringing the drink back to you, Eddie pulled another blanket off the sofa, throwing it over your legs. You pulled the blanket close, taking in the warmth now Eddie wasn't pressed up against you.

Eddie joined you on the bed. You could feel the heat radiating as he inched closer to you. Eddie noticed your positive reaction to his warmth and pulled you in closer, legs wrapped around him. Kisses were planted across your neck while Eddie's hands roamed your body once again.

"Round 2?"

AN ~ thank you so much to everyone who read this far! I started this months ago and never got around to finishing, but I'm super happy I did! It's also my first time writing smut, so please don't judge me too heavily, xox

[resident-gay-bitch]

just thinking about eddie being totally insecure with everything in school because assholes like jason don’t understand when a joke isn’t funny anymore. when they don’t know when to stop.

the first few ‘pranks’ he could deal with. pretty cheerleaders coming up to him and asking about his niche interests, trying to stop their giggles when he started to talk about them in an exited animated manner. only to be slapped on the back by a jock and ridiculed for it.

after a while they just got boring. repetitive. there are only so many pranks they can pull with the pretty girls of hawkins high.

a little while after that is when they started to get painful. the jokes were obviously repetitive, boring, unbelievable, and yet they confined to pull them on eddie anyway.

why?

well because he was the brunt of all their jokes. that’s why.

because these assholes think difference is gross and horrible and deserving of harassment. and to be honest, eddie wasn’t all that different when you thought about it. he was just a nerd who listened to metal. he was like them in the sense that he was a highschool guy, with a strong interest in a game that involved strategy (basketball/dnd), and had never made a girl cum in their lives. given, eddie had never really been given the chance too, where as jocks had more than enough chances, the just sucked.

then eventually, every so often they got smart with their pranks. through in a few he never would have suspected. like the last one, the fucking worst one yet. sara mcdonald, a totally sweet girl from his sophomore home economics class, came up and asked him on a date. he was a little shocked at first, he’d never been asked on a date before, but he’d kinda been interested in her his whole sophomore year so he couldn’t say no. it couldn’t have been a prank, he thought. she was quiet and kind and a little bit weird. pretty, but not in the way jocks liked.

he got wayne to help him get ready, dressed up real nice, did his hair. they had plans to meet at a diner for burgers and shakes. he rocked up perfectly on time, got a booth, and waited for half an hour. over time, more and more students from hawkins high came into the diner, and when the clock struck one hour past her estimated arrival time, jason walked up and asked how his date was going.

apparently they’d bribed her to ‘prank’ him by promising that the cheerleaders wouldn’t call her a munch anymore.

eddie was very hurt, and he was mad, but not at sara. she was saving her own ass and he totally got that. but it made him so deeply mistrusting and insecure that the first time he layed eyes on you, he expected that you’d be a total bitch and prank him too.

but maybe he’d indulge it, just for a little while. you were gorgeous after all.

on your first day you had rocked up in a very basic white tee and jeans, converse to match. and so eddie had no idea where you’d lie on the social hierarchy.

probably pretty high. you were breathtaking.

and on day two, when you walked into the cafeteria in ripped jeans and a slayer shirt, eddie knew he was about to get bullied hard.

he kept an eye on you as you sat to eat your food.

but you never came over.

he suspected you were playing the long game.

he wasn’t gonna let you win, whoever your were.

he was deep in conversation with gareth, standing on his chair with his arms out wide as the end of lunch was nearing. he did a little spin, making the guys at his table laugh. you walked by as he did, finished with your food.

you saw the back patch of his vest.

he made eye contact with you when he turned back around, and you stuck your hand up in the metal sign and nodded your head a few times, walking off. he noticed the leather cuff around your wrist and the chunky rings decorating your fingers.

so you were really playing the part. these jocks were crazy.

the next day at school, you were in a dio shirt and his brain almost short circuited. when you walked past his locker with your walkman on, head banging to your crapy pop music (so he suspected, which he was wrong of course), you pointed at his back patch, and then at your shirt and shot him with finger guns, running off for your class.

friday morning he stopped his tracks to see you dressed in yet ANOTHER metal band shirt, this one being metallica. and you were sitting on the hood of gareth’s car, a pair of drumsticks in your hands, tapping them between your legs whilst talking to his friends.

he needed to protect them before you and your jock squad brought them down too.

“hey-“

“oh, eddie! this is y/n.” gareth pointed at you.

“dio guy!” you smiled, holding your hand up for a high five, “respect, man.”

eddie left you hanging.

you nodded your head, spinning one of the drumsticks between your fingers before stuffing them back in gareth’s front pocket and hopping off the hood of his car.

“catch ya.” you nodded, saluted them ass you headed inside.

“bye.” gareth called back, waving at you.

“dude. are you crazy?” eddie asked.

“are you?” gareth asked back.

all day he was on the hunt for you, only catching glimpses between classes. you were driving him mad. he just wanted you to get this prank over and done with.

at lunch he got lucky.

you came up to his table, “yo, so… what’s with the matching shirts? are you in a club or is this like, a loser solidarity thing? if so, where do i get one?”

eddie folded his arms, sneered at you. trust you not to even be a good pranker and call him a loser.

“eddie makes them!” dustin answered excitedly, “and we’re in a club… but it’s kinda a loser solidarity thing.”

eddie didn’t like your laugh, it infuriated him. he needed you to shut up and be a cunt before he just broke and kiss- i mean kicked you or something.

“oh, sick.” you said, “what club?”

“hellfire.” mike answered, and these freshman were getting their characters killed tonight, “it’s a dnd club.”

“oh, fuckin cool!” you laughed, pulled up a seat at the table, “i’ve always wanted to learn. you reckon i can join?”

“no.” eddie said, thankful the prank was in motion, “im no idiot. i see right through you.”

you made a weird face at eddie, “what?”

“get fucked.” he said, shooing you away, “it’s not gonna work on me, no matter how much they try. go on, run along back to your possy and tell them it didn’t work.”

“i don’t know-“

“seriously get lost.” eddie said, looking away from you.

you looked at him for a moment. your head dropped and you pushed your chair back, grabbing your shit and running out of there without your lunch tray.

eddie didn’t know why he felt guilty.

it was probably just because everyone at hellfire was dumb, unlike him, and thought you were being genuine.

eddie thought about you all weekend.

monday he got to school late, as he usually did. he got there halfway through lunch.

he walked into the cafeteria to find a bunch of cheerleaders croweded together atop a table. screaming coming from everywhere. all eyes on them. he walked up to hellfire, standing on his chair to get a better view of the action.

there you were, on the floor under their table. he had no idea what you were doing.

you stood up, hands clasped together. you leered for the girls, opening your hands a little and they screamed, jumping back. you laughed and started on your way outside, turning to walk backwards to call.

“a thankyou would be nice, ladies!”

“fucking freak.” one of them called back.

“aww,” you pouted your lip, “you know exactly how to make me swoon.”

you ran outside.

“what happened?” eddie asked, sitting down.

“there was a spider under the cheer table.” lucas answered with a shrug.

eddie couldn’t get you out of his head.

math class was when he realised he might have been wrong about you. he overheard a couple of girls whispering about you to eachother, talking about how fucking weird you were.

the guilt kicked in.

eddie was going to avoid you for all eternity.

apparently you didn’t agree with that, because you came up to him after school. you pulled your headphones down to talk to him, dressed in motörhead shirt, your hair done all cool.

“hi.” he said, cheeks a little pink.

“hey.” you smiled, “look, i don’t know what your problem is with me- maybe you feel threatened that your not so special now your not the only metal head freak that likes a life drama or whatever, but uh… my dad and my uncle both got me a copy of the new anthrax album that came out yesterday, so… i mean, i don’t need two. figured you’d be the only other person to appreciate it, so-“ you shrugged, handed it to him, “consider it a peice offering… dude.”

you walked away.

“wait!” eddie called out, grabbing your wrist to pull you back to him.

“what?” you said.

“im sorry.” eddie looked at the ground, “im- im really sorry for being a dick.”

“hmm.” you crossed your arms and nodded.

“look, i just… everytime a new kid comes to school, the jocks recruit them to fuckin… prank me or whatver. they come up and ask me on a date, or ask me about dnd, or metal, and then they laugh at me. so…”

“so…”

“i thought that’s what you were doing. i didn’t think-“ eddie took a deep breath, rubbed his neck, “didn’t think someone as hot as you would be a freak.”

you grinned, “oh, i see. you were intimidated by my hotness.”

eddie deadpanned you, “hey- no.”

you laughed, “look, im not gonna forgive your assholery, because that fuckin stung, dude. i was trying to make friends… i thought you were like, cool.”

eddie felt himself blush.

“but i can move on.” you shrugged, “im good to start again, if you are?”

“yeah.” eddie smiled, sticking his hand out to shake, “sounds good to me.”

you didn’t shake his hand.

eddie looked at you, blinked twice.

“you left me hanging man.”

eddie laughed, “touché, touché.”

you smiled at him, and eddie thought he could really really like you, now that he’d let himself.

“anyway, i better go. i got a long hike.” you reached for your walkman.

“uh, yeah.” eddie blushed, swallowed, “or… i could drop you home? we can listen to the new album? maybe stop for a milkshake on the way?”

you blushed too, and it was the prettiest thing eddie had ever seen, he couldn't wait to make you blush again, “i think i would be cool with that. but you have to pay, ya know, to make up for being a dick.”

eddie laughed, showed you to his van, “hey, im a gentleman, i would have paid anyway.”

“oh yeah? with your well earned weed money?” you smirked at him.

“you know about that?” eddie asked, red as a tomato.

“word travels fast in small towns.” you opened the door to his van and climbed in, “i don’t mind a bad boy though.”

eddie grinned, “well lucky for you im the baddest boy of all.” eddie winked, chucked the van in reverse, “i am skipping detention for you right now.”

“oh, you are bad.” you laughed, “i’ll let you in on a secret… im skipping detention for you too.”

eddie smiled, “so your telling me we could have had a detention date instead?”

“save it for next time?” you offered, kicking your feet up on the dash.

“next time?.” eddie smiled, looked out at the road, “definitely.”

[josephquinnswhore]

We’re Done -2-

🌂-angst (happy ending)☂️

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem! Reader

Summary: Eddie finds you in the grocery store & takes you home where you both make amends.

Word Count: 1.4k

Content Warning: mentions of homelessness, weight loss, attempted theft.

3 weeks, 21 days, 30,240 minutes. That’s how long it has been since you and Eddie inevitability broke up, or you dumped him. Either way you didn’t know how he expected things to workout after the amount of tension that had been brewing for weeks, most afternoons you screamed at each other; a constant battle on who could hurt the other more verbally until you snapped. You missed him, how could you not. He was your high school sweetheart and the only person to ever love you how you deserved to be loved, also the only person to ever break your heart beyond repair, you felt un-fixable. Your heart yearned for him, his touch, his smell. Your brain clung onto the remnants of him that it could remember, begging you not to forget, clinging onto the hope that you’ll forgive each other. Your mental health took a steep decline from the moment you had driven away from Eddie leaving the both of you heartbroken. Was he still missing you? Had he moved on? Was he fucking some whore in your- his bed? It’s the dirty and bitter thoughts that had remained, leaking until they left a stain on your heart. You had nothing now, you’d quit your job in the middle of a shift, your manic depression completely over-ruling your usual tolerance for how badly your manager had treated you, apparently that day you just couldn’t take the disrespect. You had become accustom to living in your car, eating the remains of the last can of beans you’d managed to make last the entire day yesterday, this morning you woke to no food, your stomach groaning at the emptiness.

You had no money and no food, desperation and an insatiable ache to fill your empty stomach overwhelmed you to the point your brain had lost all rationality. You pull up to the shopping center as you planned your next move, your moral compass seemingly flying out the window of your car as the low rumble in your empty stomach sent an ache through you that only food would fix. You rushed out of your car and pushed past someone going into the store, your shoulders butting in doing so. In your desperation you'd missed the fact that the person you'd bumped into was the very person you were so desperate to avoid, Eddie. He had never seen you like this, clothes crumpled, posture slumped, looking thinner than the last time he had seen you, your eyes sunken into your face and black bags underneath them. You looked terrible; he was worried that you were sick. He decided to follow you through the isles, and he saw you searching the canned items, food that provided no nutrients and hardly any calories, no wonder you look ill. What you did next shocked him, his eyes widening as you shove some canned beans and spaghetti into your jacket pockets, in a feeble attempt to steal the food you desperately needed.

Although your breathing was shallow your heart was racing a million miles an hour, subtly trying to shove the canned food into your jacket pockets, adjusting them so they didn’t protrude out of your jacket, looking down the aisle when someone’s hand grabbed your arm, “what are you doing?” Before staying to see who caught you, you turned to run and escape but the handheld firm on your arm keeping you from evading them. “Look at me baby.” Your ears were filled with the sweet melody of Eddies voice, looking down to the hand that held you, the unmistakable rings that sat on his fingers confirmed your thoughts. It wasn’t enough though you needed to see him with your own eyes, you looked up and met his eyes, he had certainly seen better days. His eyes held exhaustion, his hair frizzled and unkempt. He had taken this as hard as you had, and he had caught you in one of the lowest moments of you life. Before he could think he was emptying your pockets shoving them back onto the shelf, just as he threw the last can a staff member rounded the corner and looked at the two of you with suspicious eyes. He decided there was nothing going on, that he could complain about and went on his merry way, leaving you to your shame. You were lucky the weren’t cameras in this store or you’d be fucked. “Lets get out of here, got some things at home you can have ‘kay?” You nod, knowing your voice would betray you if you tried to speak. The ride back to Eddies was silent between you, he didn’t bother to fill the silence with music and you weren’t bold enough to ask him to turn the radio on. The ride didn’t last longer than 10 minutes, although that made you more anxious. You would have to explain yourself, confess your sins and he would sit silently and judge you for it all.

As you pulled up to his house, being back here overwhelmed you with emotions, your heart filled with regret for the words you spoke to Eddie, the way he begged you to stay and you shrugged him off. Your door opening snapped you out of your unhelpful thoughts, Eddie holding the door open for you extending a hand to you waiting for you to accept it, after a few moment you did and couldn’t help noticing a hopeful look in his eyes as you did so. Your fingers subconsciously picked at the red raw skin at your fingertips, trying to ground yourself to stop you from dissociating, you knew you would have to take responsibility for the part you played in the breakdown and eventual end of your relationship. Eddie opened the front door and you concluded he didn’t lock up when he left, as you sat on the lounge in your lounge room Eddie confesses, “I’ve left it unlocked every night since you left, case you needed something, or wanted to come back.” Your heart doubles in size at his confession and it’s all it takes to break down any composure you had been clinging onto. Everything you’d been feeling these past weeks had come to ahead rearing its ugly end exposing itself to Eddie, instead of running he faces it head on and pulls you into his body. Your body trembled as you sobbed, leaning into Eddie’s body for comfort that calmed you and kept your mind from going back to a place he knew would be hard to bring you out from. “’M sorry. ‘M so sorry Eddie.” Your voice muffled from choking back tears and your face being held to eddies chest. “Its ‘kay baby. I got you.” The sincerity in Eddies voice feels like a stab to the heart, he should not be this forgiving. He held you to him, rocking your body and running his fingers through your tangled greasy hair. You eventually calmed yourself down, matching his breathing and coming out of that breakdown but keeping your vulnerability open.

“You’re not lazy,” Eddie starts, caressing your head in his calloused hands demanding your eyes meet his own. “You were studying, working and had school. You cleaned up my mess n cooked me real meals. Been eating mac n cheese since you’ve been gone, and I even burnt that the first few times.” A wet laugh left your lips, using your sleeve to dry your tears. “I didn’t appreciate you enough. I deserved you leaving me, you didn’t deserve to suffer because of me. Was looking all over for you baby, I was scared something bad had happened.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before holding his forehead against yours, his nose rubbing against your own affectionately. “Do you really think this can work again Eddie, after what I said about you, I-I didn’t mean it I swear, I felt myself slipping and I lost it. You’re a smart, hardworking, beautiful man that any girl would be lucky to have.” Your lips grazed his cheek, kissing the stray tears that had fell from eddies eyes. “I know baby, things will be different from now on ‘kay, promise.” You nod and offer a small smile, believing him and knowing you both need to change to make this second chance work. “How bout I make you something to eat huh, must be starving’.” You laugh and follow him into the kitchen, “promise not to burn the mac n cheese?” he laughs, and a boyish grin met his eyes as he shrugged, “can't make any promises baby.”

[wiltedflowersundertowers]

Eddie Munson 100% loves it when you do an air guitar solo. He looks forward to it anytime you listen to music together. Even if, for the life of him, he cannot get you to play a single chord correctly on his actual guitar. Seeing you happy and connecting with his first love, music, just touches a certain part of his soul. He falls a little deeper in those moments.

New to putting headcannons to “paper” so to speak. Sorry if it’s not great.

[your-averagewriter]

“You’re not alone.”

Summary: Mike and Dustin need a new player for the campaign but luckily Eddie’s bandmate can step in. Life is stressful for everyone but especially (y/n), however now Eddie’s here. (This is literally such a rushed summary sorry). (Eddie Munson x gender neutral!reader I think)

Warnings: Alcohol, neglect, swearing, 

Word count: 1.9K

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I pull on my headphones and press the play button on my cassette. 

“(y/n)...” I hear someone say my name and I look to the side of me not seeing anyone, therefore, questioning whether or not I actually heard my name. I keep walking until I hear my name again.

“(y/n)!” The person says louder and I pull down my headphones turning to see Eddie. “(y/n)! Hey!”

“Hey Eddie.” He speeds up a little bit to walk next to me.

“Hey, I need your help with something.”

“What is it? Can you not make it for our next concert?” I say turning to him.

“No, no, Tuesday's fine like usual.”

“Oh, okay, what is then?” I ask pulling my guitar over my shoulder.

“You know my D&D club? Hellfire Club?”

“Yeah. of course.” I smile at him. 

“Yeah, well one of the members can’t come to the next meeting so they need another member.”

“Okay,” I say not entirely knowing where I come into this.

“It’s the final meeting for my campaign and they need another member, could you come?” He smiles at me with puppy dog eyes.

“Well, when is it?”

“Tonight.” He says almost nervously.

“Umm, yeah I should be free. What time is it?”

“It starts just after school, what lesson do you have last?”

“Umm,” I pause thinking. “Music,” I say knocking my guitar in the air slightly.

“Okay, I’ll swing by your music classroom last thing and collect you?” 

“Okay, Eddie. Do I need to bring anything?”

“Just yourself, (l/n).” He winks before walking backwards after hearing the school bell.

“Okay, I’ll see you later.” I wave slightly pulling up my headphones again.

Walking to my lesson I hear the counsellor say my name through the speakers. I pull off my headphones again.

“(y/n) (l/n), (y/n) (l/n) please come to my office before your last lesson.” 

I groan before turning around and walking towards the counsellor's office. I get there and knock on the door but as I do a younger girl walks out speedily. She looked like she was crying. I crane my neck to check on her but she runs into the toilets. 

“Ahh, (y/n), please come in.” The counsellor says with a smile.

I sit down in the usual chair across from the desk. 

“So, how are things with you?” She asks, smiling.

“Fine,” I say dismissing the proper question.

“How’s your dad doing?” She says in an almost patronising tone.

“Fine,” I repeat again staring at the floor.

“He’s drinking again?” 

“Well, occasionally, I guess. But he’s fine.”

“And how are you?”

“Fine,” I say getting slightly stressed out. I tap my foot on the floor quickly, up and down, up and down.

“Okay, you need to tell me if anything gets bad okay?” I don’t need to tell you shit.

“Uh-huh.” I agree absentmindedly staring at an empty frame behind her.

“Okay, well, I’ll check back in on you next week okay?”

“Yeah, can I go?” I ask hurriedly. 

She nods and I push back my chair quickly exiting the room and walking to my music class. 

Thankfully music goes past fast and soon I’m waiting outside of the classroom for Eddie. My music teacher always lets us out a few minutes early so I place my foot against the wall and pull out a pen. I take the cap off and start writing a list that consists of bread, eggs, beer, vodka and cigarettes. I write it on my hand and write to remember my ID just in case the guy wants to check it.

Luckily the bell goes quite quickly so it doesn’t take long for me to see Eddie walking down the corridor pissing off the jocks and cheerleaders.

I walk towards him as he sticks his tongue out to the jocks. I drag him back with me away from them.

“Hey, (y/n).” He says only really noticing me when I grabbed his jacket, yanking him away.

“Hello.” I say tiredly.

“You okay?” He says looking down at my face because he’s quite a bit taller than me.

“Just tired, I had to speak to the counsellor before music.”

“Oh, what did she want?”

“Wanted to know about my dad and stuff.” I say looking down at the floor as we walk.

“Oh.” He says knowing it’s a kind of touchy subject. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really. Let’s just play some good old D&D.” I say with a small smile. “I haven’t played in a while, my campaign ended a few weeks ago.”

“You should join our one?” He says with such excitement you’d think he’d come up with the best idea ever. I chuckle.

“Maybe, although I wouldn’t want to disturb your little club.” I joke.

“You wouldn’t be disturbing anything.” He laughs throwing his arm over my shoulder.

We talk about the campaign and he explains most of the backstory until we get to the room where they play. 

“Do I know anyone in your campaign?” 

“Maybe, I dunno, I guess we’ll see soon.” 

He pushes the doors open revealing a dimly lit room that smells of sweat and dust. I shrivel up my nose before I get slightly more accustomed to it.

“Hello everybody!” He greets dramatically. “This here is our new temporary or may be a permanent member of the Hellfire Club…(y/n)!” He gestures to me with his hands and I wave to people who I cannot identify.

“Hi.” I say.

“(y/n)?” I hear someone say in the back corner. “Is that (y/n)?”

“No way!” I hear a familiar voice, Dustin. 

“Hey, (y/n).” I recognise the voice now as Mike. “Are you standing in for Lucas?”

“Hey, I’m not really su-”

“Yes, they is.” Eddie interjects almost proudly.

“Cool!” Dustin says and beckons me over to them. 

I pull up one of the chairs next to the two of them and Eddie perches on his little step at the head of the table.

“Please introduce your character, (l/n).” He gestures to me again.

I introduce my character, its level and everything then the campaign re-commences. 

I’ve got to admit the way Eddie gets into the story and game is entrancing and honestly quite attractive. I blush slightly in the darkness thinking about his level of enthralment.

At the end of the campaign, we win and start to celebrate. We all venture out sound a little too proud of ourselves. I smile as everyone cheers and pats each other on the back.

“Hey, you guys enjoy the night,” I say and smile to them as I turn the other way.

“Aren’t you coming with us, (y/n)?” Mike asks.

“No, sorry, I’ve got to get to the shops before they close.”

“Oh okay.” One of the other members says.

“You guys have fun though,” I say before turning and starting to walk to my car. 

“Don’t die without me, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” I hear Eddie say and some others groan as he leaves them. “Hey, gorgeous. I’m coming with ya.” He says tongue dripping with confidence.

“I’m just going to the shops, you don’t have to come with me,” I say with a smile.

“Yeah, but I want to.” There’s a small pause before he continues. “Let’s go then, the shops will close!” He says opening one of the car doors and getting in. I chuckle before doing to same.

“What do you have to get at the store?” He says after I’ve started driving. I look down at my hand before answering.

“Bread, eggs, beer, vodka and cigarettes.” I read off of my hand.

“You drink…vodka?” He asks confused.

“No.” I chuckle. “It’s for my dad.” 

An awkward silence fills the car and neither of us feels comfortable enough to break it, or at least I thought.

“Is it bad?”

“What?” I look at him and the serious look on his face then continue. “Oh, umm, no, not really,” I say with a brief smile.

“Why can’t he get his alcohol himself.”

“He’s drunk a lot, it’s just not very practical,” I say, a slightly sad tone in my voice. I take a deep breath before focusing on the road again.

“(y/n)-” He starts.

“We’re here,” I say opening the door and locking it after Eddie’s out. 

I walk toward the shop and glance at my hand once more before searching in the alcohol section for his vodka. I find his usual and grab a couple of bottles, I turn to Eddie. 

“Could you hold these for me?” He nods and I pass them over before walking over to the beer section. I grab two 4 packs of beer before walking towards the bred and egg section. I grab a loaf and a dozen of eggs before making my way to the counter avoiding the awkward conversation with Eddie.

“Hey, can I have two of those as well, please?” I point to the packet of cigarettes on the top shelf.

“Do you have any ID for this stuff?” The man asks blowing out a plume of smoke.

“Yes, one second,” I say patting my pockets, looking for it, I open my small bag but I can’t find it. “Shit, I must’ve left it in the car,” I murmur to myself.

“Here’s my ID, I’ll pay,” Eddie says pulling out his ID. 

We buy the stuff and he helps me bring it to the car. We put it in the backseat and get in the front. Once my seatbelt’s on I pause for a second.

“Sorry about that, I was sure I had my ID.”

“It’s fine.” He says with a brief smile.

“Umm, here.” I pull out my purse and take out the correct amount of money to pay for the stuff. 

“(y/n).”

“That should be about right,” I say shoving it into his hands. 

“No, (y/n).”

“There’s the money.”

“(y/n)-” 

“Do you want me to drop you off?” I say looking at him with my hands on the steering wheel. 

He looks me in the eyes and leans over towards me, one of his hands around the back of my neck and the other he places on my face. His lips are chapped and rough but against mine the kiss is soft. After the initial surprise, I melt into the kiss placing both of my hands behind his neck pulling us both closer. He pulls back first both of us almost gasping for breath. I am unsure of what to do next so I just look into his eyes. They’re so pretty, so dark and deep. I know it’s cliché but I could get lost in his eyes. 

“(y/n), you need to calm down a little bit. Your gonna drive yourself crazy.” He says one of his hands still on my face.

“But my dad needs me-” I start feeling the tears well up in my eyes.

“Your dad needs to sort himself out.” He says brutally but I know it’s true.

“But he won’t,” I say with solidarity. “It’s not gonna happen so the least I can do is take care of him,” I say definitively.

“Who’s gonna look after you?” He asks softly. 

“No one. I’m all by myself.” I say slowly.

“You don’t have to be, I’m right here.” A few tears roll down my cheeks and he wipes them before leaning over and hugging me and enveloping me in warmth. “You’re not alone anymore.”

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AN: I hope you guys enjoyed my first Stranger Things fanfic. I have fallen in love with Eddie and loved writing for him.

I’ve only seen the first episode of season 4 so far so sorry if I got any of his character wrong.

[fiction-giga]

"Brutal mud fight”

30 Day Blurb Challenge

Day 4 - Mending an item of their clothing that was ripped.

blurb prompt list here

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings - just fluff :)

Word Count - 557

Eddie wasn’t a gentle person. No matter how many times he claims to be, he just isn’t. He wasn't famously known for being the calmest person either. But, he was known for his passion. His undying need to make people feel comfortable and having fun while doing it.

Eddie had left earlier that day for a park day with the Hellfire crew. The thought confused you. Just a few of the towns "freaks" wholesomely hanging out in the park.

"It's something new Henderson wanted to try out, trying to get us more active or something like that."

You knew Eddie loved the kids, but you didn't know he loved them this much.

You were speechless when he walked through the front door of your home, caked in mud and sweat. You just stood there staring at each other.

"The hell happened to you?"

"Sprinklers. Brutal mud fight."

That makes sense.

"Well go hop in the shower, you are dripping mud all over my carpet." You pulled him by the sleeve towards the bathroom.

"You mean 'our' carpet."

"Oh, whatever. 'Our' carpet." You playfully muttered under your breath.

You all but shoved him into the bathroom, returning a few seconds later with a grocery bag and clean clothes in hand.

"Thanks honey." His smile sickly sweet.

"Yeah, yeah, I know what you're trying to do and it is not working." You snorted. He pouted down at you. "Nope. Not happening. And try not to clog my drain please." You winked up at him.

"Our drain!"

"Go wash yourself!"

The next day you were putting away his now clean clothes when you noticed a pretty gnarly rip in the seam on his right sleeve. It was his favorite shirt, the faded Iron Maiden logo printed on the front. He worn it anytime it was clean, sometimes even doubling up on days.

"Ed's, you wore that shirt yesterday."

"How dirty do you think I am women?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"...no..."

You were quick to pull out your mom's old sewing kit. You remembered times when she would use this to hem or repair some of your clothes when you were little. And now, just like she did, you were fixing something for someone you loved deeply.

"There you are, you disappeared on me." Eddie came marching into the bedroom finding you sitting on the small chair in the corner, his shirt draped over your lap. Your tongue was poking out from between your lips in concentration, a trait you had picked up from him. "What'cha doin?"

"Just fixing this rip. Just need to tie this off and...done!" You smiled fondly down at the now mended sleeve. The shirt was black, so your messy stitching was hidden between the dark fabric. You held it up proudly to show off your work.

"It was ripped?" Eddie questioned as he grabbed the shirt from your grip and examined your handy work.

"Yeah. Guess it might have something to do with a 'brutal mud fight',"

You smiled at each other fondly. Eddie leaned down and placed a quick peck on your cheek before bringing you in for one of his bear hugs. "You didn't have to do that sweetheart, but thank you." You could feel his smile through your hair.

"Your welcome Ed's."

[eddiexbnshd]

i love smoking cigarettes while fucking you. doing shotguns while i rail you, you struggling to inhale the smoke from my mouth, struggling to even kiss me back. i bet you like that, slut

[idcwhattheblogisbutmynameiscandy]

Eddie asks you to run away with him. (I was mostly just playing around with a bot voice using some writings I did and I had to share)

[magnoliabutters]

• LUCKY I MET YOU •

pairing: eddie munson x (she/her) reader

summary: after watching “eddie vs. jason,” it is time to care for those wounds...

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; violence to fluff to smut; foreplay, make out sesh, heavy petting, getting nakey, pet names; mentions of dwugs, toxic family dynamics, brief insinuations of suicidal ideation, derogatory use of the word “bitch,” lots of different ways to describe a smile, etc.

word count: ~6.5k

• stories of eddie munson series •

note: welcome to part cinco! i hope you like it. thank you so much for reading along! i decided to follow @ghosttownwherenoonegoes​‘s lead with eddie’s relationship with wayne (go check her out) <3 i’m pretty proud of this one fluff wise c: please let me know what you think! your feedback is greatly appreciated.

It happened so fast, all before your very eyes. Chrissy’s terrified gaze meets yours entirely. Her arms tightening against the books placed upon her chest. She moves her eyes towards the ground hesitantly. You follow her to see Eddie on top of Jason. His elbow pulls back and thrusts forward into a heavy blow to Jason’s chin. The students that surround you begin to holler and yell in excitement. Eddie grabs hold of Jason’s shirt and continues to throw punches. After a rapid processing of the situation, you rush towards Eddie’s back. You hook your arm onto his chest and begin to pull backwards. You are unsuccessful. He continues to use his ringed fist to cut up Jason’s face with each punch. Eddie was determined to make Jason hurt.

Suddenly, out from the crowd, one of Jason’s teammates rushes toward Eddie. His name was Andy. You remember as you often refer to him as “Andy the Asshole - who always wears that disgusting hat.” He pushes Eddie flat onto his back. Eddie’s breath is knocked right out of him. Chrissy rushes towards Jason’s aid, making sure that he is okay. He, of course, pushes her off of him like the big machismo bitch man that he is. Andy begins to land crushing blows onto Eddie’s chin. Without thinking, you quickly wrap the bend of your arm around the boy’s neck. You pull him back, choking him in the process. You drop your arm from his neck as he falls back onto his hands. He turns and faces you, putting a disgusting finger in your face.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, bitch?” Andy yells. You attempt to look past him, to ensure that Eddie was recovering and that he was okay. Before you could prepare yourself, he places his hands onto your shoulders and pushes you back with such force that you fall roughly against your wrists and palms. Fuck - that hurt, you think to yourself. As you look up, you notice that Eddie and Andy are beginning to face off again. You rush yourself forward, slightly losing your balance. With a tap of your finger, Andy turns to look at you. “What bitch-” his words interrupted as you slam your fist against his chin as hard as you possibly could. Eddie’s eyes widen in excitement and happiness. The pain in your knuckles is almost immediate. With all your blood rushing there, you could have sworn it was already swollen.

As the teammate attempts to gather his balance, Eddie swiftly pushes him against the locker. A loud bang follows the action. “We’re done,” he says sternly. Andy clenches his jaw, but nods reluctantly. Eddie releases his grip and walks towards you. As you were about to say something snarky, Eddie places his finger to his lips. “No,” he says in a whisper. He wraps his arm around your waist and promptly walks you through the crowd. You continue to walk together, in tandem, not saying a single word. Eddie leads you straight to the exit doors and out to the parking lot.

Reaching his van, Eddie quickly opens the backdoors. As he releases his embrace on you, your hands reach his face. You gently lean him against the van so that you may examine him more clearly. You wince as your hand struggles to caress his cheek after your punch. Eddie notices your pain and gently grasps the back of your hand. He places a sweet kiss on your knuckles. “Thank you for the assist,” he says with a smile. “Yeah, well, you needed it,” you smirk back towards him.

“Where did you even come from?” you ask as you brush his hair back from his face. “I swear you were back in the cafeteria and then out of nowhere you were beating on that asshole.” Eddie laughs, placing his hands nervously on his lap. “Well, I was watching you walking up - like I normally do,” he says with a chuckle. His cheeks flushed. You smile sweetly in response. “And I saw that fucker pushing you up to the wall,” he finishes with a growl. His tone completely changed, deep and aggressive. His eyes shifting from brown to black. His pupils almost undetectable.  “I-I don’t even really remember how I got to the hall, I just saw him and ran. No one should ever fucking talk to you like that. Treat you like that? Fuck that,” he says with an intense and stern tone.

With a smile, you whisper, “Thank you. Buuuut I had it handled.” You bite your lip playfully. “Oh, you did, did you?” he says with a raise of his brow. He wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you between his legs. “Yes, I know how to protect myself. Just ask Asshole Andy about his jaw,” you reply confidently. He laughs to himself, pulling you closer and giving you a quick peck on your nose. “You’re amazing,” he whispers with the biggest grin you have ever seen. “And you’re beautiful,” you say as you note his intoxicating dimples and sweet smile.

Eddie’s grin slowly lessened, but his eyes remained full of happiness. He delicately places his hand at the base of your head. While maintaining eye contact, he pulls you close and places the softest, most loving kiss upon your lips. Both of your eyes close to enjoy the moment. A kiss so powerful it could throw you into an entirely different universe. All your senses are drowned out. Nothing matters, other than you and Eddie. Two odd puzzle pieces that perfectly complete each other.

The pleasure you feel expands throughout your body. The happiness he evokes within you has touched every one of your molecules. You are complete with him, within this kiss. You are confident that he feels the same. The grip of his hand at the nape of your neck, his other at your waist - you know he feels it too. Following your impulses, your hands clasp onto his cheeks. “Oof,” Eddie says, pulling away from you. As you open your eyes, all you see is the damage to his face. That fiery, explosive passion is gone for now. You are in full protective girlfriend mode.

Your eyes continue to attend to his face. You note swelling on his left cheekbone, his bottom lip busted, and a small trail of blood falling from his left eyebrow. Your face deadpans as worry fills throughout your body. “Do you have any band aids or, like, a first aid kit?” you ask as you pull strands of hair behind his ear. In recognizing his pain, you begin to acknowledge yours. Your wrists hurt from the fall. The back of your head is slightly pounding. Your knuckles are devastatingly pulsing, sensitive, and hot to the touch.

“No, baby. I don’t,” Eddie says with a grin. He loves to watch you so concerned about him - confirming that you truly do care for him. You bite your lip, trying to think of how you could get bandages without drawing too much attention. A quick thought came to your mind. “Oh!” you exclaim. Eddie jumps at the loud noise. “We can go to my place. It’s, well - what time is it?” He laughs and twists his wrist to glance at his black watch. “It’s 1:07,” he says with a curious tone. “Perfect! My mom should be on her way back to the office. Common!” you reply, helping him stand from the bed of the van. A smirk appears on his face. You gather he might be excited to see where you stay.

As he watches you with that beautiful smile, you notice he isn’t moving. “Eddie, baby, let’s go. I wanna make sure that it doesn’t get infected,” you say, with a soft clapping of your hands. He chuckles as he slowly raises from the van. “God, am I crazy about you,” he says softly. “And I’m crazy about you. Shall I drive?” you say, rushing him. With that suggestion, Eddie quickly straights up. “No, I’m the only one who gets to drive this beaut,” he replies impassively. “Okay, baby, well let’s do that,” you giggle. He walks towards the front, with a quick side smile and gets into the driver’s seat.

“You know, I’ve always been curious about your house,” Eddie mutters as he keeps his eyes on the road. “What about it, Eds?” you say as you analyze your hand’s knuckles. They are definitely swollen. That’s going to be hard to explain away, you think. “I don’t know,” he leads. “I guess to see how you live and how you are with your family,” he says softly. You turn towards him, placing a hand on his knee. “It’s a pretty house with shitty people inside,” you answer with an apathetic smile. He grins back, being comforted in your response. “And my place is shit,” he says jokingly. “With pretty amazing people inside,” you continue. He chuckles. “Yeah, my uncle Wayne. He’s pretty cool. He took me in when I was younger - made me the person I am today,” he shares with continuous nods. His lips thin and pulled back. “I can tell he’s very special to you,” you reply, squeezing your grip on his thigh.

Eddie turns towards you with a smile, you return an even greater smile. “So, is there anyone in your family that you’re a fan of?” he asks sincerely. He returns his eyes to the road to provide you with the space to process his question, just in case it was a touchy topic. You think to yourself. You feel as though you are a part of the good old classic American household - parents that barely love each other, a younger brother who annoys the shit out of you, and an older brother who left for college and doesn’t call anymore. You find yourself curious what will happen after he graduates college in a few weeks. In consideration of your entire family line, you’re met with a series of alcoholics, wife beaters, and religious fanatics. “No,” you say still in your thoughts. “I don’t think there’s a single person I am a fan of. I am holding out hope for my brothers though, in case maybe they’ll grow out of this douche phase.”

With a slow turn into your driveway, Eddie smiles at you with the most scenerist of eyes. “I hope your brothers grow out of it too,” he says with a smooth tone that brings you comfort. You grin, thankful for him. He parks the car and turns off the engine. He turns to watch you gleaming over the house. Your body language suddenly tense and your breathing heavy. “Are you alright, baby?” he says with concern, a hand placed gently at your knee. “Yeah, just have to kind of prepare myself to go in there sometimes,” you answer, keeping your eyes on the house. Eddie gives you a quick squeeze. “Let me know when you’re ready,” he says. He leans back into his chair as though he was prepared to stay however long you needed.

After a few minutes of silence, you place your hand onto his. Giving him a squeeze, you whisper, “I’m ready.” Eddie meets your eye line with a smile. “Let’s do it,” he says enthusiastically. He gets out of the van, quietly closing the door behind him. You open the door and place your foot onto the ground. Immediately, you hear, “No no no no, redo redo redo redo.” Eddie gestures for you to go back to your seat. You hesitantly follow his lead with a skeptical look to your face. He slowly closes the door and reopens it. He bows, his arm out. “Come on out, Miss y/n,” he announces. “Oh jeez,” you say with a roll to your eyes. You grab onto his hand as you climb out of the van.

You jingle your keys into the lock. A quick twist and you’re in. Eddie follows behind you. The living room is decorated in a distinct yellow and white. Before you know it, he rushes over to the living room wall filled with dust-filled picture frames. “Is this you?” Eddie asks, pointing towards a photo. His excited stance waiting patiently for your answer. “Yes, I think I was five there,” you giggle. You take off your jacket and place it on the arm of the couch. “You were so cute! I should know, I was also a very cute baby,” he says nonchalantly. Chuckling, you reply, “Oh yeah? I’m sure you were.” He moved his shoulders side to side as he walks towards you. His hands around your waist again, your favorite place for them. “We’d make some beautiful babies,” he says without an ounce of hesitation or worry. Your face drops, laughing in complete shock. “Babies?! Eddie, we are still babies,” you answer. He plants a soft kiss against your forehead. “You know, in the future and all that,” he mutters. An involuntary grin spreads across your face, pink roses straight to your cheeks.

A future? A future with you and Eddie - and babies. You never gave your future much thought. Mainly because you never thought you would have one. Life has been hell and a half, and you are barely eighteen. Suddenly, this ominous “future” doesn’t rip fear out from your chest. Well, the thought of being a mother does, but you understand that that’s a ways down the road. You feel this warm pleasant feeling erupting from your diaphragm. “I would like that,” you say genuinely. His smile slowly growing to match yours. You lean up towards his face and give him a quick peck. Pulling yourself away from him, a smirk falls upon your face. “Common, we gotta get you cleaned up,” you smile.

Walking towards the bathroom, you gesture for Eddie to follow you. He walks through your house with such hesitancy. He looks like a deer pressing from foot to foot. It leaves you giggling as you bend down to search through the lower shelves of your bathroom’s cabinet. “Alright,” you say as you lift from the ground. You grab a clean hand towel and bandaids. “Come sit on the toilet,” you say innocently. He laughs, like the boy he is. “I mean if that’s what you’re into,” he says with amusement. “Baby, put the lid down and take a seat,” you say, shaking your head. He smiles as he complies. “Yes, Doctor y/n,” he replies firmly and with a salute.

You drench the hand towel underneath the faucet. Eddie watches you intently. You walk over towards him, kneeling between his legs. Your hands are still and gentle. You place the towel slowly against the end of his eyebrow. He winces at your initial touch. You take note and lighten your pressure. Washing away the, now, dried blood, you stick your tongue out as that somehow helps you concentrate. As the blood rinses away, you notice the small cut tucked to the outer corner of his brow. You blow cool air onto the area. Eddie giggles as though he was a child. It leaves an innocent smile on your face. Grabbing the bandaid from the counter, you place it gently onto his skin. “This is going to be a bitch to take off,” you whisper as you smooth out the bandage’s crevices. “You’ll help me through it,” he says confidently. He cups his hand with yours and gently presses it against his face. He turns into your palm and leaves you with a soft kiss.

Eddie whispers, “Thank you” as he drops his grasp on your hand. “Of course, love,” you reply softly. With a smile, you turn back to the hand towel and begin to rinse the blood off into the sink. Newly drenched, you resume washing the blood off of the remainder of his face. You pull back, placing his chin between your two fingers. “You look great,” you say with a smirk. You lean in and give him the gentlest kiss possible - fully knowing that split lip probably hurts horribly.

With a quick smack to his lap, you push off and extend your hand towards him. “Time for something frozen,” you suggest. Eddie smiles, glady taking your hand. “Like for food right?” he asks, following your lead. “Well, we can get that too,” you laugh. You lead him towards your kitchen. “Snacks are in the right top cabinet. Stock up whatever you want, we’re taking this party to go,” you say as you reach into your freezer. Thank god for your mother and her decade old frozen vegetables, you think to yourself. As you reach for the frozen veggies, you feel the pain in your knuckles. Why does punching people have to hurt? You grab onto dish towels with your other hand and wrap up the two vegetable bags. Turning towards him, you see Eddie with at least two different types of cookie packages, chips, and a cereal box tucked underneath his arms. You scoff at the sight. “Is there anything you would like to drink with that?” you ask sarcastically. “Actually, do you have any yoo-hoo?” he questions with absolute sincerity. Without having to look into your fridge, you open it and grab two yoo-hoos from the side of the door. You rest the chocolate beverages against your body with your arm. You maintain your eye contact with Eddie, as you watch his smile grow larger.

You motion for him to follow you as you walk toward an unobscure door within the kitchen area. You open it and begin to head down the stairs. Eddie stops at the threshold looking down at you. “What’s wrong?” you ask, looking back up at him. “Why are we going into a creepy basement right now?” He continues to crunch on his cereal, eyes attempting to analyze the bottom of the steps. “This is my bedroom, Eddie,” you giggle. He nods slowly taking in the sight. He gradually takes his first step onto the stairs. “Oh, can you lock up the door behind you?” you say as you wait for him midway down the stairs. Still a bit cautious, Eddie turns toward the door. There lie three different locks for the door. He rests the chips against the door so that he may lock each lock. Picking up the food, he turns towards you with confusion written on his face.  

Eddie continues to hesitantly walk down the stairs. You are almost amusingly baffled that he would think you’d lead him into some dungeon after all the time you’ve spent together in these past few weeks. He takes a look around and shakes off his nerves. He sees your messy bed, white sheets filled with little strawberry decals. He notices the corner of your room, with two small windows lining the ceiling. A small peach chair placed beside a bookshelf. An end table with an old glass of water. Your spot for reading, smoking, and listening to music. And that’s when he saw her. He quickly walks over to the bed and drops all the food onto your comforter. You follow his gaze to your good old trusty bong. “And who is this? Are you going to introduce us, y/n?” he asks, walking slyly towards it. “I never really gave her a name, but she’s always helped me get nice and high after our meets,” you answer with a flirtatious tone. He laughs and wraps his arm around your waist. He tightens the embrace, bringing you both hip to hip as you stare down onto your designated smoking area.

“You know, I’ve always wondered how you’d partake,” Eddie spoke aloud without looking at you. “Sometimes I’d imagine you baking it and making these tasty brownies with it. You seem like a brownie kind of girl.” You turn towards him, closing the space between you both. You cuddle up against his chest. His other arm wrapping the rest of your waist. “You really did like me before all this didn’t you?” you ask. A question that would previously leave you in a ball of sweat - somehow easily rolls off the tongue now. Eddie scans your face in admiration. “I’ve liked you since I first met you,” he whispers. “I remember you, so freaking nervous and leaving your own eighteenth birthday party to meet me in your friend’s driveway,” he shares with a giggle. “Yeah, it’s called anxiety,” you giggle along with him. “I was desperate for something, anything, to take the edge off.” He tightens your embrace. “I can still see your face,” he says, closing his eyes and licking his lips. “You truly wear your emotions on your face. You walked up with such a scared expression, as if you had seen a ghost, but the first thing you said to me-” he says. With a scoff, you continue, “I said, ‘How much will a twenty get me?’” You both laugh together. “Yeah, I was so thrown off guard. I thought I was going to be dealing with another rich girl, scared about the cops or her parents finding out. But no, I met the girl of my dreams. I knew you were different from the very beginning,” he says confidently. In an attempt to hide your blushing, you lean your lips against his - so thankful that you’re finally able to kiss him.

As you feel the perspiration of the veggies, you pull away suddenly. “Oh shit! This is already melting,” you say, with a slap to your outer thigh. A huge smirk grew on Eddie. “You wet for me already, baby?” he asks devilishly. You playfully push against his stomach. “Stop,” you say with laughter. You place down the bags, finally realizing you were probably not going to be using it. “Shall we smoke?” you ask, raising your hand towards your bong. “I know she’s not as pretty as Betty, but I promise she’ll do just fine.” Eddie smiles as he walks over to the baggie next to the bong. “This the indica I gave you last week?” he asks, grabbing the top of the baggie with his two fingers. You nod as you walk towards your bookshelf. In your dead plant’s pot, you reveal a small lighter. You then travel to your favorite chair. Climbing on top of it, you maintain your balance as you slowly crank open the basement’s window. Eddie watches you with an adoring smile. Once your feet have safely landed on the floor, he bent down to the table and began to pack the bowl.

“You’re first,” you say tenderly. You reach your lighter out towards him with an open palm. Eddie smiles and nods. He lights the bowl and sucks in the cloud. You slowly kneel beside him, close to his face. He takes the hint and blows the smoke in a slow stream from his exquisite lips. Closing the distance between you both, you suck in the smoke to have your own special hit. Once you reach his mouth, you give him a light peck - leaving him wanting more. You retreat, giving him the biggest smile you have ever had. “You’re gorgeous, by the way,” he whispers. “Not as gorgeous as you,” you softly reply. With a grin, he raises and extends a hand to support you. As you stand, you give him a squeeze to his palm.

Releasing your grasp on him, you walk towards your bed and crash backwards onto it. Your eyes rest upon the ceiling. He follows you and crashes beside you. “What about your family? How are you with your family?” you ask, leaning against him. You curl your leg between his as both your feet dangle off the mattress. “It’s a bit complicated for sure,” he answers hesitantly. You rest your face upon his chest. “My family can either bring the worst or the best out of me. Like my uncle, right, he definitely brings out the best. He makes me feel like I could maybe get out of Hawkins and actually do something with my life. But my dad? Nah, that asshole is the absolute worst and he brings everyone down with him,” he says, keeping his eyes to the ceiling. “What about your mom?” you ask gently. He sighs, releasing a soft chuckle. “She, well - I didn’t really get the chance to know. She left pretty early,” he says with a deep sigh. “I’m happy you’re with your uncle, Eds,” you say, squeezing your grasp onto his shirt. He returns the embrace with his arm around your back. “I’m happy too.”

You look down toward the shirt that you’re clinging onto for dear life. Within your short adventure with Eddie, he’s already given you shit about stretching out the collar line of his shirts. “What even is this red demon on your shirt? Is he the one who makes the hellfire?” you innocently ask, looking up to him. He looks down at you in horror. “No, baby,” he says with a scoff. “That’s just a drawing of one of the characters we’ve defeated in Hellfire.” You make an audible humph sound. “I did hear you guys do nerdy stuff,” you say, teasing. “It’s not nerdy, y/n,” he says, deadpanned. “We play Dungeons and Dragons. It’s not like we're like competing at a spelling bee or some shit.” You giggle, enjoying his slight annoyance. “When did you find the Hellfire club?” you ask. He smiles, “Well, I found them my freshman year thankfully. Someone took me under their wing and here I am.” You kiss his neck softly and rest your head.

“It looks like all those boys worship you. Whatever you’re doing, you’re doing it right,” you say, suddenly sleepy. Eddie smiles and pulls you in closer. “It took until senior year, and then another two years of said senior year, to get where I’m at,” he chuckles to himself. “I am definitely graduating this year though, so I made sure my affairs are in order and there’s someone to take over.” You tighten your embrace. “Have you already picked someone?” you ask. He nods, gently taking your hand from his chest and giving it a sweet kiss before returning it. “Yeah, it’s going to take some time before he’ll be able to run it but I think Henderson is who I’d have in mind,” he responds. “Who’s Henderson?” you wonder. He smiles as though you triggered a fond memory. “Henderson is the curly headed dweeb that courageously runs into battle no matter how dumb or stupid. But he’s also super smart and strategic. He can also be quite the dick.” You giggle, “That sounds like you.” Eddie rolls his eyes and laughs alongside you. “It does, doesn’t?” he breathes deeply. “He must mean a lot to you,” you state. Your head tucked underneath his jaw. “Yeah, I didn’t really see that coming,” he whispers.

You plant a kiss on his chin and cuddle further into his neck. “What’s your favorite thing about him?” you ask as you play with his pick’s chain. “I guess I like how straight forward Henderson is. He just speaks his mind. There’s no filter. You can trust that what he says are his real, genuine thoughts - no games,” Eddie answers. “Is he a freshman?” you wonder. He laughs in response. “Yeah, he barely got here and I’m about to leave. Maybe I should just stay another year,” he jokes. You lightly smack his chest. “You said it yourself, this is your year,” you giggle. He squeezes you against his torso. “You’re right. I mean he’s still hanging with Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington, so I’m sure he’ll keep me around,” he whispers with a twinge of disgust. You lift yourself up. “Steve? That’s so weird. Why would he be hanging with a freshie?” you ask, with your eyebrows pushed together. “Honestly, I have no idea but the way he talks about him, it’s like he’s a freaking god and a saint put together. As if everyone else doesn’t think of him like that already,” he mutters. His face scrunches with distaste. His eyes rolling back. You chuckle, watching his expressions slightly shift.

“Are you jealous, Eddie Munson?” you ask with a bit of tease in your voice. Eddie lifts his head from the mattress. “Jealous? Of what? Harrington?” he asks, appalled. “It sounds like you’re jealous,” you hiss through your teeth. You bounce your eyebrows as you continue to taunt him. “Fuck no. I’ll always be Henderson’s DM,” he replies confidently. You bite your tongue as you lay back on to him. Quite the sensitive topic, you think to yourself. “Well, I just hope this Henderson boy appreciates you as much as I do,” you say, snuggling closer towards his neck. Eddie laughs aloud. “Not as well as you appreciate me, but he’s definitely the closest I’ll ever get to a little brother. That dork,” he smiles. You begin to yawn - not just any yawn, but the one that’s so huge you almost fall off the bed. But god damn did it feel satisfying. “You passing out, love?” he asks with a laugh. “I am a bit tired, yes,” you say as you snuggle back up against him. “Okay, cool, ‘cause I am so ready for a nap,” he says, getting comfortable atop your bed and closing his eyes. “See you soon,” you whisper into his ear. He gives you a quick squeeze in acknowledgement of your entrancing words.

Eddie jumps from the bed. Startled from your sleep, you follow his lead with adrenaline pumping. You hear the all too familiar pounding on your door. “Y/n! Come on, it’s time to eat. I have no idea why you lock this door. Hurry up!” you hear, yelling from the top of your stairs. Eddie continues to look startled. You place your hand on his lap, lightly patting. “That is why I have three locks,” you say with an unenthused chuckle. “It’s dinner, y/n! I’m going to eat all your food,” Pete, your youngest brother, yells with a sudden smack to the door. You roll your eyes and crash back onto the bed. “It’s dinner, already, huh?” you sigh. Eddie shoots you a comforting smile as he turns to be on top of you. His elbows land beside your head. His curly hair slightly tickles your face. “It’s okay, you’re here with me,” he whispers, gently caressing your cheek with his hand. You slowly give him a smile, reluctantly comforted by his beauty.

You hear a jingle of keys at the door. “Shit!” you whisper. Eddie quickly lifts from you and stares at you with worried eyes. You quickly search around, thinking of potential hiding spots for him. “Oh! Under the stairs,” you whisper, pointing. Eddie rushes underneath the stairs, lurking in the darkness. You take a deep breath and begin to walk up the stairs. You watch as he shoots you a loving smile and tries to tickle your ankles through the slits of the stairs. Your mother slams the door against your lock’s chain after unlocking the top two locks. “When the hell did you get this?” she says with a finger plucking at the chain. Unhooking the chain, you reply, “I got it last time you unlocked the door without my permission.” “You’re permission?” your father laughs from the kitchen. “Hilarious.” Your mother sighs and walks back into the kitchen. “Just come get your food already. It’s getting cold,” she says, turning her back to you. Closing the door behind you, you walk towards the counter and grab the microwavable dinner tray your mother worked so hard on. It was already cold. “Thank you,” you mutter as you grab a fork from the pull out drawer.

Pete gives you his classic stink eye before turning his back towards you too. He dashes towards the stairs. “We can never just have a meal together,” your mother says with exaggeration. Her hands flopping to her sides. Pete looks back in annoyance and continues to walk up. “I’m sorry, mom,” you whisper and land a kiss on her cheek. Even though she was as toxic as they come, you still had a slight soft spot for her. A soft spot that always puts you in a world of hurt and in situations you would never want to be in. You walk towards your door and softly close it behind you. While balancing the TV tray on your palm, you turn each of the locks and ensure the chain is back in its proper place. Eddie slowly comes into view at the base of the steps. “Ooo! My favorite!” he says in genuine excitement. “Go for it, Eds. It’s a bit cold,” you laugh as you hand him the fork and tray. He laughs, “Ah, just like home.”

You land back on the bed in defeat. Waking up to bangs on your door is unfortunately a common occurrence. “What’s wrong, baby?” Eddie says with a mouth stuffed full. He gently sits beside you. “I just can’t wait to get out of here,” you sigh. “I wish we could just pack up your van and leave.” He smiles, rubbing his other hand on your thigh comfortingly. “Where would we go?” he inquires. You take a second to think. Your teeth biting against your lower lip. “What about Paris?” you answer in excitement. You lift from the bed, leaning your weight back onto your hands. He laughs, almost choking from his food. You watch, laughing with him. “How are we going to drive the van to Paris, y/n?” he asks. Your shoulders drop. “You’re right. Okay, um … What about California?” you ask. He smiles, “I’ll like it. When are we leaving?” You grin back towards him and lean in for a kiss. A taste of sweetness against his lips.

“Eddie?” you ask. He nods, placing his dinner tray on your nightside table. “What’s your biggest fear?” You worry as you make a drastic shift in the conversation. He shoots you another one of his reassuring smiles. “I would probably say spiders,” he says with a nod. You laugh, shaking off those nerves. He slowly chuckles alongside you. “No, seriously. I think I’m actually scared of dying. Like dying and not leaving any impact on this world,” he shares in a whisper. A less than energetic smile shows on his face as he rubs his thumb against the top of your thigh. You reach toward his face, and place his jaw within your hand. “Eddie, that is the one thing you don’t need to worry about,” you say slowly. “You have made a huge impact on me, on Hellfire, on Henderson? We are lucky to even know you - all us freaks.” He laughs under his breath. “I’m lucky I met you,” he replies.

With a slow, but quick movement, Eddie places his lips upon yours. He guides you back down towards the bed as he lays atop of you. Your kisses so passionate and romantic that it leaves you absolutely breathless. Your hands explore his abdomen and his waist. Pain is no longer existent in the world. You give him a quick squeeze to his ass, just to make you both laugh. Pulling from your lips, he gently presses his mouth against your neck. You let out low moans in response to his touch. His soft, simple kisses make your body feel like it’s on fire.

You push him back to meet his eyes. With a rush, you begin to pull his shirt over his head. His hair bouncing back towards his shoulders. He straddles you. You slowly trace your hands up his side until they find their happy place against his pecks. His body was entrancing. His skin cool to the touch. His face is beyond adorable with a bandaid hanging from his brow. The tiny curls of his chest leaving you with a light nervous pressure in your throat. He smiles as he watches you scan his body. He slowly leans back down towards you and gently places his lips onto yours. You quickly push your tongue against his and grab the back of his curls. With smooth movements, he places his legs between yours. You barely notice as you are hyper focused on his mouth.

Sensing his fingers at your waist, you begin to feel Eddie’s hands travel up your torso and lifting your shirt. Your body is hot against his gentle touch. Your breaths heavy as he brings your shirt over your shoulders. He looks down at you as he pulls your shirt away from your hair. You lay there as his eyes wash over you. You take in the palpable love that you feel from his gaze. A smooth smile pulls to the side of his cheek. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, y/n,” Eddie whispers. You breathe in deeply. In this moment, you feel beautiful. You feel confident. You feel incredible - just to be seen by him.

You reach up and pull him down with a hand to the back of his neck. His lips land onto yours. Your body moves in tandem against his. You curl your leg around his. Your hand is deeply tangled in his hair. The other gripping onto his waist. You begin to feel him thrusting against you. Your zippers colliding against each other. You struggle to find pockets of air between kisses, simply because you don’t want to stop. His thrusts begin to feel heavier with pressure. It feels incredible between your legs. Your hand moves to his upper back, lightly scratching his bare skin. Your moans vibrate against each other as he pushes his hand through your hair.

“Eddie,” you whisper against his lips. Eddie’s moans become more instinctual and animalistic. Your hands move from his back to his hips. With a split decision, you begin wrestling with his belt. Your quick movements leave your mind with little time to overthink. This time you’ve got that belt, and you quickly pull it out from his jeans. You never leave his mouth. He continues to kiss you as he grinds himself on you. You pull down on his zipper slowly. He begins to smile against your lips, you join him. With a tug, you begin to pull down his pants and reveal those gray boxers you watched him put on this morning. He wore them so well.

As he begins to thrust against you again, Eddie’s hands make their way to your waist. His speedy movements begin to focus on unbuttoning your jeans. You help him push down your waistline. You feel his rock hard cock press against the top of your vag. It leaves you with soft little pokes. The inside of you craves for him. You want him so badly. You need him. Without thinking, you pull down your panties. He kisses you once more before pulling back slowly. Without a word being said, you knew Eddie was asking if you are ready, if you really want to do this. You watch as his eyes glaze over you with pleasure, yet concern. You nod. Without a pause, Eddie drops his boxers and places his thick cock against your clit.

note: part six or part sex? >:3 

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[lexieanneheart]

Coloring in Eddie's Tattoos~

This is gender neutral, and my first time posting any kind of writing online since 2014. I've been skulking around here for ages, and I'm finally contributing my own work so other people can enjoy it too. I thought this was a really cute idea and I havent seen it anywhere else so... enjoy!

Warnings: None. Pure fluff.

You were in Eddie's bedroom, sat between his legs with your back against his chest. Some movie was playing in the background that neither of you were paying attention to. You had his arm slung over your thigh, and a mess of markers beside you as you colored in his tattoos. His chin was tucked over your shoulder as he watched you work with a soft smile.

"Its looking good, sweetheart." He pressed an absent kiss to your cheek, and you hummed in response.

"M'glad you like it, Eds." He kissed your cheek again and you giggled, swatting him away playfully. "I'm trying to work here, quit distracting me."

"Sorry, sorry." He chuckled, nosing into your neck instead. It was quiet afternoons like this, that neither of you would trade for the world.

[hellfireseddie]

Sometimes all I can think about is how strong Eddie actually is, I mean shoving someone up against a wall in general is difficult but the way he did it was just so mouthwatering, and like flawless, and I swear to god i would do ANYTHING to switch positions with Steve in that split moment in time.

I swear, I will go to the ends of tumblr to find a fic that has Eddie shoving the reader against a wall like that because GOD FUCK I am Horny for that shit.