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[eddiebanishedmunson]

Hi Eddieeeeee! (louder than everyone else)

Woahhh hey!

Hello, traveler! Uhh there’s not many people here by the way haha 😅

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Good People - Final Part

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Final Part

It is not often that Wayne is happy with the monotony of work. Tonight is one of those nights, if only because it allows him to think about where he went wrong speaking to Eddie. He had never meant to imply he thought Eddie was like Al; he'd meant the apple and tree comment to for Richard and Steve. However, he does acknowledge why Eddie drew the conclusion that Wayne might have thought Eddie would follow in Al's footsteps.

Wayne's being a hypocrite, applying the logic to one boy, but not the other. And even though he never, not once, thought that Eddie would become Al, he'll never be able to take that thought from Eddie's mind that he had. He can apologize until he's blue in the face, Eddie might even forgive him, but he's not sure Eddie will ever believe him. Not truly.

And how could Wayne expect him to?

No. That's a shame Wayne will take to the grave.

Next strike to Wayne's conscious; the misjudgment of Steve Harrington, and how it ties into the fact Eddie accused him of not trusting his judgement, and, moreover, Eddie being right. Wayne hadn't trusted in Eddie's trust of Steve.

He should have. It's been years since Eddie came home crying about a boy, but what father doesn't see their kid crying over their first heartbreak and doesn't grow protective? And with Eddie, it's even more terrifying. Getting mixed up with the wrong boy could mean bruised ribs, black eyes, or worse.

In a town like Hawkins, a boy would just have to claim Eddie made a sexual advance and his murder could (would) be justified.

Now add the manhunt and being suspected of murderer to that. Well, Wayne's scared for Eddie's life almost every minute of his day.

But it's no excuse. Or if it is, it's a poor one.

Wayne doesn't know the full story but he does know that Steve was with the group of people on Eddie's side; that he was there with the Henderson kid, the Buckley girl, and Nancy Wheeler, digging Eddie out of the rubble from the earthquake, getting him to the hospital as fast as they could.

Steve Harrington was part of the group that saved Eddie's life, and that should have meant more to begin with. Instead, Wayne's been waiting for a shoe to drop that very well isn't coming.

He's going to fix this.

He'll give Eddie his space to be angry with him, and he'll try again in a few days.

When Wayne gets home, around 6:30am, Eddie's van is gone. He's not surprised. He probably left shortly after Wayne did, not leaving sooner just to avoid him.

There is a note on Wayne's bed when he makes it there. Says he's at Steve, and instead of letting Wayne know when he'll return it just says the words 'be back' followed by a bunch of questions marks. He ends it with 'call if worried' and leaves a phone number that must be for the Harrington residence.

Another hurt Wayne can't blame on anyone but himself.

Wednesday passes. Wayne eats breakfast, goes grocery shopping, pretends to care about his shows before sleeping the afternoon away to prepare for another graveyard. Eddie has not returned when he wakes, and two short hours later, he's off to work.

Eddie's van remains gone.

Returns from work Thursday morning and repeats Wednesday. He replaces grocery shopping with laundry and cleaning out the leftovers for trash day tomorrow morning. Goes to work.

Friday morning he returns home. No Eddie. He waits for it to be a more appropriate time, a little before 10:00am to call the number Eddie left.

It rings, rings, rings, then, a voice he hasn't heard in years. Richard Harrington's voice sounds as cold as it always was as the answering machine recites, "You've reached the Harrington's. We are not available. Leave a message."

"This is Wayne Munson. I just wanted to make sure Eddie's- that's he's alright. Let him know that I called. Checked on him. He doesn't need to call back but I'd appreciate it."

He hangs up the phone, lump in his throat. He misses his boy, and he wants to make his right, but he can't force that. Eddie has to always want to make it okay between them.

He's usually off Fridays, but he asked to pick up a shift. He can't face Linda without having fixed this. He spends the morning and afternoon doing all the small fixes he'd been putting off. Anything to keep him busy. He goes to sleep at his usual time, and wakes up two hours before his shift like normal.

Check's his answering machine but if anyone called while he was asleep, they didn't leave a message. There's still no van when he heads to work.

The plant tells him to leave an hour early. He tries to argue to stay but he's just waved off, told to go get some sleep because he's been looking a little worse for the wear.

He gets back to Forest Hills around 5:40am and finds there is another car parked at his home. Not Eddie's van, but the sleek maroon BMW that belongs to Steve Harrington parked where the van usually is.

When he pulls into his spot, the headlights of his truck light up Steve, sitting on his steps, wrapped in a coat. It can't be more than 50℉ outside right now.

Steve stands as Wayne cuts the engine and climbs from his truck. He gets to the front of his truck and Steve speaks.

"Eddie's okay," Steve says, hands shoving deep into his pockets, "I tried to get him to call you back yesterday but, well, you know Eddie."

Wayne nods, because he does know Eddie. "I appreciate you tellin' me. But you coulda just called."

"I could have."

They look at each other for a moment, and just as Steve opens his mouth, probably to tell Wayne he's going to go, Wayne speaks first, "you wanna come inside and have a cup of coffee to warm up?"

Steve tilts his head slightly to the left before he says, "are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Alright," and then Steve steps away from the stairs so Wayne can climb them and let them into the trailer. Steve follows behind silently but with familiarity. He's spent so much of his time here since spring break- the shame crawls through Wayne again. He'd assumed, once upon a time, that Eddie and Steve spent more time here than at Steve's because why would Steve want the trailer park boy in his big fancy house? Now, though, he wonders if it's because this place felt more like a home, even with Wayne's cold shoulder.

Steve sits at their little kitchen table, a luxury they didn't have before because there was no room in the single wide, one bedroom they'd had before. The new double wide (with three bedrooms) offered them a bit more space for a dining area.

Wayne's still suspicious of the government's offer to replace their destroyed home, but he wasn't foolish enough to deny the offer when it was made to him by Jim Hopper (newly returned from the dead back then).

"How do you take your coffee?" Wayne asks, once the machine finishes filling the carafe.

"Oh, I can fix it-"

"Nonsense," Wayne waves him back to sitting, "just tell me."

"I like it with just enough milk to take the scalding heat out of it," Steve says, and while Wayne's not sure just how much that it, he tries anyway.

He sets a cup in front of Steve before taking a seat across from him. "I really do appreciate that you came to tell me Eddie's okay. I want to give him his space but...."

Steve sips his coffee before shooting his cup a small smile. Wayne must have got the ratio right. Then, he looks to Wayne and the smile drops, a more serious expression taking its place and he says, "Eddie wouldn't really tell me what your fight was about, other than, uh, me and that you... overheard some of what I said last time I was here. I don't, like, want to come between you and Eddie, but I'm not, I'm not going to let you scare me away. So, just tell me what I have to do to get Eddie to believe we're cool, and I'll do it. Anything, except for getting out of Eddie's life. 'Cause I won't."

"I would never ask you to do that," Wayne says. Steve squints at him, a look of suspicion now. Completely warranted, given what Steve has known of Wayne thus far. "I owe you an apology, Steve. For how I've been treatin' you."

Steve's eyes go wide, "Oh. What? Why?"

"You've been nothin' but good to Eddie. For Eddie. And I refused to see that. I made a judgment about you without knowin' anything but your name." Steve let's out a soft 'oh' at that, but Wayne plows on, "And that weren't fair, and it weren't right. I can't undo it, but I want you to know I regret it. I'm sorry."

"Okay," Steve says, after a moment. "I forgive you."

It's Wayne's turn to be surprised. He's a bit speechless. So much so, he takes a page right out of Eddie's book and asks, "are you sure?" which is a question he's never asked after having an apology accepted before, but one Eddie had asked a lot when he first came to live with Wayne, and they were learning to co-exist.

"Yeah. I get it."

He doesn't like that answer. Doesn't like the he contributed to the mind set that gave Steve that answer. "You're allowed to be mad at me for it."

"I think Eddie's mad enough for both of us."

It doesn't feel like closure. It doesn't feel like forgiveness, but Wayne doesn't know what to say. He can't just start sprouting all the bad things he thought about Steve; there's no reason Steve should have to listen to that. But without hearing it, Steve doesn't even know what he's forgiving Wayne for. "I'll be honest with ya, Steve. It feels like you shouldn't."

Steve frowns at him. "Why?"

Why? Why? For all the reasons Eddie yelled at him, and all the things Linda said, and all the agony he's felt these last few days. The guilt and the shame that still eat at him, even as Steve Harrington says he forgives him. "It's too easy."

Those three words have Steve leaning back against the chair. His eyes dance around Wayne's face before taking in the whole of him. Or, what Steve can see of him with from across the table. When Steve meets his eye again, Wayne sees recognition there. "If you can't forgive yourself, I get that. I do. I-I've spent most of my life as one big apology. And I'm not saying that I, like, don't still feel like- what I mean to say, is that, I forgive you. I'm not, like, gonna hold it against you that you were just trying to look out for Eddie, man. Like, two years ago your fears would have been justified, so."

"Don't make it right," Wayne argues, but he doesn't know why.

"No," Steve agrees, "but I'm forgiving you anyway. You think you're the first person to hear the name Steve Harrington and assume you know everything you need to know about me already?"

Steve's words sound like they could be confrontational, but his tone is light. Teasing? Wayne says, "no. Suppose I'm not."

"Every person I love has done that," Steve says, and the ease of which he says that has Wayne feeling some sort of way. Eddie's words echo in his mind 'you made me help him feel that way'. How many other people have made him feel like he's a bad person? "Even- even Eddie. He made a point, during spring break, to, uh, well, he didn't apologize for anything because there was nothing to apologize about, but he made a point to tell me I was very 'metal' and a 'cool dude' so.... I know my name comes with, like, a shadow or a curse or whatever. I think it will for as long as I live in Hawkins, but that's," Steve flaps his hand in the air, as if that fills in for the word he can't find, and it's a move so reminiscent of Eddie. "Anyway, if you aren't actually, like, ready to accept an apology, you shouldn't be making one."

Wayne sits in that for a moment. There's a lot more to Steve Harrington than he'd ever thought. So much he doesn't know, actually, but he thinks he's okay with learning more. This boy told Eddie he was half-way in love with him earlier this week, and while Wayne never heard Eddie say it back, he knew anyway. It's why he was so protective. "You're pretty wise for your age."

Steve grins and shakes his head. "Nah, that last part was all Robin. She says it all the time to me."

"Well, then you best stop apologizing when you ain't ready to accept the forgiveness," Wayne parrots back the words.

Steve throws his head back and laughs.

They finish their coffee with silence and small talk. Steve tells him about how he never thought he'd miss his job at the video store but working at Melvald's is making him long for the days when the biggest complaint was late fees. Apparently, there's so many more things to complain about in retail.

Wayne talks about working at the plant and how the tasks are repetitive and a bit labor intensive, but the graveyard pay is worth it. Steve asks him a few more questions about working at the plant that Wayne's happy to answer and the more Steve asks, the more Wayne becomes aware that Steve might be looking for a change of occupation. He makes a mental note to put in a good word to Floyd, just in case.

Steve leaves with the promise of returning with Eddie, as soon as possible. As he was heading to the door, Wayne asked why he showed up so early.

"Eddie can't stop me if he's not awake," was Steve's answer, a mischievous grin on his face.

Wayne watches from the porch as Steve backs out. Steve shoots him one last little wave with his fingers before heading away.

He goes back inside and washes the dishes. Even dries and puts them away, a feat usually done once a week; he and Eddie have no qualms with using dishes directly from the dish drainer. His only other chore for the day is leaving for work a bit early so he has time to stop at the gas station and fill up the truck.

Grabbing the remote from its spot on the coffee table, Wayne plops onto the couch to spend his day as mindlessly as possible with some TV.

He goes to sleep at his usual time and wakes up at 7:43pm according to his alarm clock; a little over two hours before his shift is to start. It's time for more coffee, he thinks as he dresses for work before heading to the kitchen.

He jerks to a stop when he sees Eddie and Steve sitting on the couch, leaned close and talking softly. He's not about to repeat a past mistake, so he makes his presence known. "Evenin' boys."

Eddie pops up from the couch quick as lightning, taking a few steps towards Wayne before stopping. "I don't like being mad at you."

Wayne nods, "I don't much like you bein' mad at me, either. For what it's worth, I am sorry."

Eddie closes the distance between them, then, and pulls Wayne into a tight hug. Wayne returns it instantly, how can he not? He hears Eddie say, softly, "it's worth an awful lot, you terrible old man."

They part, and Eddie speaks first, "but if you ever pull shit like this again, I won't be so quick to forgive."

"I won't," Wayne says, at the same time Steve says, "he won't."

Both Munsons look at Steve, who grins back at them.

"You think you know my uncle that well already, from one shared cup of coffee?" Eddie asks, sounding amused.

Steve shrugs, "no. I just, uh, plan to stick around, y'know. Kinda hoping there's no dude after me for him to be an angry dad about. I would appreciate it, though, Mr. Munson, if you'd skip the shovel talk bit of all this?"

Eddie sucks in a breath and Wayne's a bit shocked by what Steve's implied. What Steve's admitted, really, out loud in front of another person. Wayne wonders if any boy Eddie's ever liked before would have done that.

"What good's a shove talk when you've already told me you ain't goin' anywhere?" Wayne says, hoping his tone is as light and teasing as he wants it to be.

"Glad we're on the same page," Steve agrees, "but, uhh, do you want me to go? So you can have a real talk?"

"No," says Eddie.

"No," says Wayne, at the same time.

"Oh. Okay. Uh, in that case, you got anything to drink here besides coffee?"

Wayne nods and they all pile into the kitchen to get a beverage before settling in the living room. There will be time to talk later, Wayne realizes. He's going to apologize properly.

Later, though, when he'll really be ready to accept Eddie's forgiveness, because there's no doubt Eddie'll forgive him. So, he's going to sit in the living room and chat with his boys until he has to go to work.

By the time Friday comes around again, he'll be able to tell Linda she was right, everything's going to be okay one day, and maybe ask her on a date he's been putting off asking for since high school.

Done!! I hope the ending is sufficiently cheesy.

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Person A is Eddie and Person B is Reader

Eddie has been struggling with his mental health and thinks he is going to loose reader so reader reassure him.

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All The Things That Break Me

One-Shot Request: “All The Things That Break Me”

Eddie Munson x Reader

💌 Author’s Note: This story was born from a prompt by the ever-wonderful @meankenna. Thank you, babe, for trusting me with your idea and for always delivering the kind of inspiration that sticks to the ribs. You asked for something a little soft, a little messy, and heavy with feeling... and I couldn’t resist diving deep into Eddie’s heart for this one. I hope it gave you everything (hurt/comfort) you were craving and then some. 💋

~Pinkie 🍒

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Summary: Eddie Munson isn’t used to being someone worth keeping. But when a bad night leaves him teetering on the edge, you’re there to steady him, offering quiet comfort, a fierce kind of patience, and a reason to stay grounded.

A moment of unraveling. A promise made in the dark. This is what it means to hold someone and help them heal.

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“All The Things That Break Me”

The rain had been going for hours.

Not the kind that thunders and screams, just a steady whisper, like the world outside was trying to apologize for something it couldn't take back.

The trailer was dark, save for the faint blue pulse of the old clock across the room. You’d kicked off the covers hours ago, too warm from the tension in the air. Eddie hadn’t spoken in a while. Not really. Not more than mumbles and nods. And when he had, it had that edge to it- sharp and misplaced, like he was trying to cut something loose from inside himself.

You watched his silhouette shift again in the bed beside you. Still not sleeping. Just lying there, tense and wired beneath the weight of whatever storm was brewing in his chest.

He hadn't cried out this time- not like the last nightmare, when he'd woken with a gasp and a wet choke of a scream, clutching your arm like you’d vanish if he let go. No, tonight he just... unraveled quietly. Slow and silent. The kind of pain that settled deep in the bones.

You rolled toward him, voice gentle in the hush.

“Hey,” you murmured. “You’ve been… somewhere else lately.”

Eddie didn’t move. Just stared at the ceiling like it had answers he couldn’t find.

“You wanna let me in, baby?”

His jaw ticked. He blinked slowly.

You waited. You always waited, didn’t push too hard. Because loving someone like Eddie meant knowing when to lean in and when to just be there- patient, grounded, open. The rain filled the space between breaths.

When he finally spoke, his voice was sandpaper-soft and cracking at the edges.

“I think I broke something in me. And I don’t know how to fix it this time.”

The silence stretched, taut and awful. You could feel it coming, like the moment before a string snaps under too much pressure. Eddie hadn't moved in minutes, but something was happening beneath the surface. His breath stuttered. His fingers curled into the sheets like he needed to anchor himself to something- anything.

You sat up slowly, reaching over, brushing your hand against his arm. He flinched.

Not from you.

From himself.

From the storm rising inside him.

And then-

He sat up too quickly, chest heaving, eyes wide. Pacing. One pass around the room. Then another. Barefoot on cold linoleum, one hand in his hair, tugging at the roots.

And he snapped.

“I can’t- I can’t do this again,” he rasped, voice too loud in the quiet trailer. “Not with you. Not you.”

You didn’t move. Just watched. Heartbreaking but steady, like a lighthouse in the dark.

“They always leave,” Eddie spat, whirling to face you. His eyes were wild. Haunted. “Or they die. Or I fuck it up so bad they can’t stand to be around me anymore.”

He laughed then. A bitter, ugly thing.

“You know how many people I’ve lost, sweetheart? You even know what the math looks like in my head some nights? Because it’s not ‘if’ with me… it’s ‘when.’”

Then the memories began…

The garage is empty now. Dust-covered amps. Gareth’s old drumsticks still sitting on the snare like he might come back tomorrow. But he won’t. Jeff’s at Purdue. Grant got a girl pregnant in Kentucky. No one texts back anymore.

"You’ll figure it out, Ed," Gareth had said, right before he left. “You always do.”

He hasn’t picked up his guitar since.

. ━━━━⊱~⊰━━━━ .

Eddie moved like something was crawling under his skin, back turned to you, voice low now.

“They left. They all fucking left. And I get it- I get it. Who wants to stick around for the guy who never grows up, right? The freak. The curse. That’s what I am.”

. ━━━━⊱~⊰━━━━ .

The air outside the trailer smelled like ash and gasoline.

Sirens in the distance, a cruiser down, a good man bleeding out. Eddie’s still kneeling on the ground, hands coated in the cop’s blood, trying to keep pressure on the wound. His brain is reeling from too much… too much fire, too much betrayal, too much truth.

His father stands a few feet away, fidgeting, glancing over his shoulder like the woods might lunge for him next.

“Come on, kid,” Alan mutters, hoarse. “We can still go. I’ve got the van- hell, your girl is probably already waitin’.”

Eddie looks up from the officer, face hollowed out and smeared with soot. “You wouldn't leave me again,” he says, barely audible over the ringing in his ears. “Not after everything we planned. Not after everything you said.”

Alan flinches. Just for a second. That old flash of guilt flickers in his eyes- then dies.

“I didn’t sign up for this,” he says, voice thinner now. “I didn’t sign up for... for all this.”

He turns. Just walks. Like it’s not the dozenth time he’s done it. Like the trailer behind them isn’t still burning to the ground, devouring what little of Eddie’s life hadn’t already gone up in smoke.

No goodbye. No look back.

Just the taillights of Eddie’s own van disappearing into the dark.

Wayne was the one who showed up- again, quiet and steady like he always was, picking up the pieces his brother left behind without asking for thanks, without making Eddie feel like one more thing broken.

. ━━━━⊱~⊰━━━━ .

Eddie clutched the edge of the counter now, white-knuckled.

“I know what I am,” he muttered, teeth gritted. “Broken. Rotten. Cursed. Just waiting for the next goodbye.”

You stood then. Slowly. Didn’t speak. Just closed the space between you and laid a hand on his back.

He froze under your touch.

. ━━━━⊱~⊰━━━━ .

Hospice room. Overhead lights that buzz too loudly. He was six years old, sitting beside his mother’s bed, fingers curled around her cooling hand. She used to sing to him when he had nightmares. No one sings to him anymore.

Eddie whispered now, the storm inside reaching a breaking point.

“My mom. My dad. The band. Chrissy. The upside-down… fuck, sweetheart, I should’ve died down there. I almost did.”

. ━━━━⊱~⊰━━━━ .

His body is broken. Blood pooling beneath him. The demobats gone, but their damage done. It’s cold. He thinks he hears Dustin screaming. He thinks he sees stars. Maybe it's just the blood loss. Maybe this is it…

And then, your voice. Your voice calling him back.

Back in the dim, rain-hushed present, Eddie turned. He looked wrecked. Wet eyes, red-rimmed. Shoulders trembling.

You waited.

And then, broken and blazing with fear, he said to you, like it was torn straight from his soul:

“Because I can’t lose you. For God’s sake, not you. I lost so many people. But you? No. I don’t care what I have to do… I will keep you safe.”

You didn’t answer right away.

Didn’t reach for him just yet. Not because you didn’t want to- but because you knew how delicate the space between you had become. Taut like a fraying string. One wrong move and he might snap shut again, curl back into that unreachable part of himself where the light couldn’t touch.

So you gave him one moment. Then another. Let the storm echo out in the quiet.

And only then- only then… did you lean in, slow and sure. Your hand found his cheek, thumb brushing over the damp skin there, and your forehead tipped to rest gently against his.

“Eddie?”

He blinked like he hadn’t heard you at first. Like the name didn’t quite belong to him anymore. But then- soft, hoarse:

“…Yeah?”

You swallowed, voice smaller than you meant it to be. Honest. Frayed at the edges.

“Promise me I won’t lose you in the process.”

His face twisted- eyebrows knitting, jaw tightening like it physically hurt to be seen this clearly. His fingers ghosted toward your knee, where they trembled mid-air before resting there, unsure.

“I…” He trailed off, eyes flicking away, then back again- moisture clinging to his lashes. “I’ll do my best.”

It landed like truth. Fragile and imperfect. And so, so real.

Not I promise.

Not You won’t.

Just: I’ll do my best.

And in that moment, you loved him all the more for it.

You cupped his face, both hands now, gently guiding his eyes back to yours when they tried to dart away again. “That’s enough, baby,” you whispered. “That’s more than enough.”

He closed his eyes like it physically hurt to hear. Then his breath caught, and when it came back out, it shuddered through him.

Your knees bumped together on the edge of the bed, and you took his shaking hands in yours. Guided them to your chest. Let him feel your heartbeat, steady and strong beneath his fingers.

“Right here, okay? Can you feel that?”

A nod.

“That means I’m still with you. Still breathing. Still choosing you.”

His lip wobbled. One of his hands clenched into your shirt like he was terrified you might float away anyway.

“I’m scared too,” you admitted, voice shaking. “Watching you shut down… pull away… it makes me feel like I’m losing you inch by inch. And I don’t want to pretend that’s not happening. I just-” Your throat went tight. “I just want to be let in. Let me carry some of it, Eds. Please.”

For a long moment, he didn’t move.

And then- he folded. Right there into you, like gravity had given up holding him alone. His arms wrapped around your waist like a lifeline, and he buried his face into your shoulder, clutching you like he could press himself into your bones and live there.

His breath came ragged, but he tried. He mirrored yours when you slowed it down. Matched the rise and fall. Let your quiet words anchor him:

“You’re not alone. You’re not broken. I’ve got you. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

You stayed like that, the two of you curled in the half-light, rain whispering against the windows, and the storm- finally… began to pass.

He didn’t speak for a while- not with words, anyway.

But you could feel the shift. The way his weight slumped into yours, the last of his resistance bleeding out with every breath he took against your skin. He wasn’t trying to outrun the ache anymore. He wasn’t gripping the fear with white knuckles. He was here… letting you hold the parts he didn’t know how to carry alone.

“C’mon,” you murmured after a while, your lips brushing against his hair. “Let’s get you into bed, rockstar.”

A quiet huff against your collarbone- halfhearted protest, half surrender. He let you lead him, limbs heavy with exhaustion, back to the sheets still rumpled from the rough night. You crawled in first and opened your arms, and he followed without hesitation. Like muscle memory. Like he was always meant to end up here.

He tucked in against you, face pressed to the crook of your neck, the curve of his spine melting. You held him, arm folded around his middle, chin resting in his curls, and just breathed with him. Slow. Steady. Real.

Your fingers of one hand threaded through his hair, gentle and slow. His breath puffed warm against your clavicle. One of his hands found yours beneath the covers and held it tight.

“I love you,” you whispered into the hush.

“Love you too,” he slurred back, voice thick with the kind of exhaustion that only comes after a storm. He pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder, a little crooked and half-asleep. “Even if you’re too good for me.”

You smiled into the dark, tightening your hold on his head just a little.

“You’re stuck with me, Eddie Munson. Even on your worst days.”

A low groan, muffled into your skin. “God help you.”

You kissed the top of his head. “Yeah, well. I’m scrappy.”

He didn’t answer- not really. Just let out a tired, grateful sigh, his body curled around the comfort he never thought he’d get to keep.

You stayed like that, the two of you cocooned in warmth and quiet, the hallway light still glowing softly through the open door. Not perfect. Not fixed.

But safe. Together.

And when sleep finally came, it came with his heartbeat against yours, your fingers laced with his, and the soft hum of a promise held gently in the dark.

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mechanic!Eddie x fem!reader

cw: make out session

You had hated Eddie Munson’s guts ever since he had accidentally ruined your science fair project in the third grade. Yes, he had claimed that it was an accident, but you weren’t so sure. You had been convinced that it was premeditated. That he had done it on purpose because he was convinced that you were going to win and he wanted to put a stop to it however he could. But you were on to him.

And Eddie didn’t like you either. But solely because he had tried to apologize multiple times over the years into to have you call him a liar and yell at him because you were still so angry with him even though it had been seventeen years since the incident. If he was being honest, he kind of found it hot when you yelled at him like that.

Every time you crossed paths in town, you both would turn the other way, not even wanting to make eye contact. Your blood boiled every time your eyes locked in his brown ones and you had to look away immediately, even though you kind of liked the way they looked. But only kind of.

You were on your way to Robin’s, driving as carefully as you could as it stormed outside, rain hitting your car you drove down the road. You hated driving in it, but knew that you didn’t have a choice since you had were already in your way. You had to be there in ten minutes and definitely weren’t going to make it on time.

As if it couldn’t get any worse, your car broke down, but at least you had enough time to pull off to the side of the road so you could get out of the way of traffic. You called Robin to let her know that you had to cancel then called AAA for roadside assistance.

You knew that would take a while so you sat there, turning on the proper lights to let people know you were in need of assistance. If it hadn’t been storming, you definitely would have just walked to the mechanic that was down the road, but hearing the thunder and seeing the lightning deterred you. You knew that getting struck by it was rare, but you weren’t taking any chances.

Out of the blue, a van pulled up in front of your car and you grabbed the pepper spray from your purse as you watched the stranger get out of their vehicle. They approached you and knocked on your window. You immediately recognized that it was Eddie. What the hell was he doing there? Whatever it was, you didn’t want it.

You slowly rolled your windows down and Eddie leaned down so he could talk to you. You took in his very wet hair and scruffy facial hair. His nose ring. His lip ring. He looked…hot and you didn’t like admitting that.

“Car break down?” He asked, making sure that his voice was loud enough to hear over the rain. You were in no position to say no to help, so you didn’t.

“It broke down and I’m too scared to get out to check.”

“Allow me.” Before you could protest, Eddie ran over to your hood and opened it to see that his suspicious were correct. Your battery was dead. You got out of the car and headed towards him to see what the damage was.

“Your battery is dead. I’ve got keys to place down the street I can call a tow to get you there. In the meantime, I can stay with you.”

“You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you. And I’m not gonna just leave you here all by yourself late at night in the rain.” He was going to stay with you despite his dislike for you? That was definitely more than you would have done for him.

You watched him call the tow truck and wondered what he was playing at. Why was he being so nice when you had been nothing but rude to him for practically your whole lives?

“Why are you doing this?” You asked as soon as he hung up. You didn’t understand and really wanted some answers.

“Just because you hate me doesn’t mean that I hate you. Actually, hearing you insult me is actually kinda hot. I like seeing you riled up.”

“So you did all of that shit just because you like seeing me pissed off?”

“Guilty,” he shrugged. You didn’t know what you were doing, but as soon as the word left his mouth, you pulled him into a kiss, your fingers gripping his shirt tightly. He gasped into your mouth, but quickly melted into you his hands moving to your waist as your lips moved together.

He moved your head back to he could get more access to your mouth as he pushed his tongue into it, letting it scrape against yours. His facial hair scratched against your skin and that mixed with your tongues tangling was driving you wild. He backed you up to the hood of your car and helped you sit on it as he spread your legs, stepping between them.

“I still hate you by the way,” you mumbled against his lips.

“By the end of the night, you won’t be saying that,” he smirked and pulled you in for another kiss before taking you by the hand and leading you to his van to have his way with you right there in the back of it.

[stellarspecter]

WIP Weekend

tagged by @pearynice

Rules: Send me an emoji and I'll write words for that fic! (i know i often don't answer all the asks that get sent, so sorry about that. it truly is up to the whims of fate which wip will actually get worked on. but i'll try and actually write some more for this one)

WIPs:

🍷 passover

🦇 vampire chrissy au

🧨bet + fix it

👀 hot girl stevie

🖌️doll customizers steddie

tagging @tinytalkingtina @helpimstuckposting @sourw0lfs @nureyevsins @maxfandoms @devondespresso and anyone else who'd like to participate!

and before you leave, here's a bonus snippet of my passover wip!

Steve pulled up in front of the Munson trailer, carefully carrying a bottle of wine. Couldn’t go wrong with alcohol, right? Eddie opened the door with a flourish. “Chag Pesach sameach!” “Hog what now?” Eddie laughed at him. Gently, like he knew Steve was nervous. “Happy Passover,” he translated. “Come in.”

[hernakedmuse]

Part II of After School Special

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Horror!Bimbo Reader 🦇 💕

Synopsis: Things were beginning to get steamy in the room where the campaign is held...

Sorry if it sucks

Warnnings: Some witchcraft, p in v sex, virginity loss, virgin blood, swear words. Just some rated TV MA shit.

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"I've wanted this for so long-" He rasped in her ear, his hot breath on her skin burning her up. His smell made her dizzy that uniquely Eddie scent of cigarettes, drugstore aftershave, and cheap cologne. Fuck, she wanted to bottle it.

She was trapped in his strong hold, his very evident erection digging into her plush ass as he has one arm tight around her waist and the other around her neck.

She could hear him sniffing her, like an animal on the hunt.

That wet, sweet musky undeniable smell of arousal that drenched her.

Soaked and ruined were her shorts, and Eddie could fucking smell her.

He pushed her forward onto the play table, earning a yelp from his gore-gous girl. His big hand slapped her ass so hard and his cock twitched almost violently in his jeans at the sight of her juicy peach of an ass jut jiggling in her obscene cycle shorts.

Without thinking, just following his primitive instincts, he ripped her cotton biker shorts off her ass. Tore them to shreds until they were ribbons on the drama room floor.

"Eddie!"

He slapped her very soft skin so hard, there was no question that she was going to have a big red handprint on it for a while. His ring wrapped fingers spread her ample ass until he had access to slap her drenched pussy lips, extracting a horny scream from his girl best friend.

"No underwear, kitten? Were you expecting this? Or someone else?" The last question was a threat in her ear.

She had no idea Eddie had this side to him, this aggressive dominance she didn't expect. She was so turned on she was leaking down his knuckles.

He slapped her pussy lips when she didn't answer right away, causing her to squeal and pant. "Answer your master!"

Ooh that was a kink unlocked she didn't know she had. "Fuck, master, I-I-I my shorts are too tight for panties-- and- And, I wanted you to notice!"

Her clumsy word stumbling revealed to Eddie what he thought he was imagining this whole time, that his friend was trying to seduce him. That she wants him like he wants her.

"Fuck" He moaned and slid his hand that wasn't on her mound up to her jaw, grabbing it and forcing her to face him as he claimed her mouth in a possessive, breath-reaping, sloppy kiss.

She melted against him and his middle and indez finger thrusts into her wet opening, as his thumb pressed down on her swollen bud.

Tears of intense desire dripped down her hot cheeks, she has wanted him so bad she knew he wanted her, was just waiting for him to make his move. And make it he did, he outplayed her taking her by surprise with just how needy for he was...is. His tongue sucked on hers, swallowing her screaming moan as he drilled his big fingers she has fantasized about inside of her, deep inside of her, making her vibrate as his thumb rubbed her clit.

Eddie had his two fingers in her knuckle deep and shook her entire body with his grip, his other fingers stuffed in her mouth to muffle her screams. Her body jerked in his grip her naked ass rubbing against his clothed, painful erection.

Her eyes rolled back and loud wet sounds of liquid spilling onto the classroom floor announced her squirting as he hit thay spongy spot buried inside of her, a place her fingers could never reach.

She came so fast so hard, and Eddie's pupils dilated at the sight, so turned on that it was him that caused this reaction from the most beautiful girl in Indiana-- in the world. He was so sure no one in any part of the world could rival her beauty.

Sloppy, licking kisses from her best friend pressed on her neck the back of it, her jaw, and he withdrew his soaked fingers from her mouth, a copious amount of drool dripping and pouring from her swollen lips with now messed up lipstick. She was brainless now, has that dumb look in her doe eyes as she stared up at him, her Eddie. Her master.

With shaky hands, she reached back to unbutton and unzip his jeans and pushed them down to release his heavy erection from their denim confinement.

Eddie watched her like a man possessed, blood boiling in the most intense arousal he has ever experienced, watching his Little bat's wet, red face. His hands cupped her sweet face, as she sniffled and stared at his thick and long erection with hunger and drool. He hissed when her soft fingers wrapped around him and wordlessly, forced those cow eyes to look up at him.

"Tell your master what you want, what you need."

Miraculously her tiny little top was still on, barely containing her breasts and wet with drool and spit. He wanted to kiss her again. "Master please, I need your cock inside of me so bad, it hurts so bad please, let me--"

He cut her off with a dominant kiss, mouth covering hers, hands squeezing her waist before they moved to her abused backside that he squeezed too hard.

She felt dizzy but she never felt so clear, she needs to bind him to her bind him with her.

When she was short of losing oxygen, he tore his lips off hers. "You begged so pretty, I'll give you what you need puppy, master has what you need right here--" He put her hand on his erection again. "Don't I? No one else has what you need do they?"

"No master, just you." She answered quickly.

Eddie smiled so sweetly. "Such a fast learner, such a good girl. Tell your master how you want it."

She trembled beneath him. "O-on the table lay on your back, please?"

He groaned and kissed her once more, in heat and possession. "Thought about this before?"

She nodded shyly but wasn't really shy, she knows what she wants. She has prayed to the goddess for it.

Eddie stripped down to nothing, her eyes roamed his perfect form and more wetness dripped down her sticky thighs.

With trembling legs like a fawn, she climbed up and she straddled his lap, she ran her manicured fingers down his chest down his torso and rocked her hips against his her wet folds against his swollen tip. As he moaned she did too and thrust her head back with a breathy laugh. She was so aroused her abdomen ached something awful. She rubbed against his tip until she couldn't take it and she slammed her self down on his huge cock, crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

It hurt so fucking good.

Eddie realized as he heard cry of pain that transformed into pleasure, watching red pour down onto his cock that she was a virgin. He felt awful for not making sure this was gentle and he sat up to comfort her but her delicate hands stopped him. "Baby, let me-"

"N-no, want this need this--" She gasped as she rode his thickness siding herself up and down, mouth parted and tears spilling and ecstasy coloring her pretty face. She was riding him hard and fast an Eddie was so enthralled with this wildness she possessed, he was glad to be her first glad to make her bleed these were feelings he had buried that she has brought to surface.

So tight so fucking tight and wet and warm and safe she feels, he never wanted it to end. His hands moved up to rip off her top causing her bouncing breasts to spill out, he squeezed them almost painfully before sucking on the mounds. His other hand moved down to her abdomen to press down on the bulge of him in her stomach.

"Oh oh oh fuck! Eddie! Oh master!" She wailed.

"Goddamn fuck, so good so good for me baby, all for me?"

Squishy wet sounds echoed spurring them on more. Her eyes rolled back and she jerked on his cock. "Yes, yes all for you just you my blood my pussy everything! My blood, my body, my soul, my heart-- nngh fuck! In the name of Freyja it's yours all yours Eddie Munson!"

They screamed as they reached their electrifying orgasm together. She collapsed onto him and immediately his arms wrapped around her holding her close as he panted in her neck. Both of them in a blanket of perspiration.

After some minutes starting to come down from the high, Eddie kissed her lips nothing else in his head but her. And she kissed him back to seal her spell to bind herself to him on his world he created on his game board. Where she became his.

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@lilaclazer

[cha0ticspacebi]

My feelings for you just grow more and more and at times can feel a bit overwhelming and scary because of everything that’s happened to me over the past couple years. And even before what had happened in ‘86. I learned how cruel people can be and to keep my walls up and people at a safe distance so I wouldn’t get hurt. It’s becoming exceptionally harder to do that with you.  - Eddie

Chapter 3･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. Series Master List

Pairing: Post Canon! Eddie Munson x Witchy! Artist! Female OC

Word Count: 9.4 k

Series Tags: Eventual smut MDNI 21+, slow burn, canon divergence AU, Eddie is a soft sweet traumatized boy, rockstar Eddie, Bartender Eddie, female OC is a witchy, aspiring author/artist, hurt/comfort, eventual happy ending, additional tags will be added.

Author’s Note: This story is a labor of love between me and my good friend 🦇 🖤 They play an incredible Eddie! We’re writing an ongoing RP together and I am so enamored with this story I just had to share it out as a fic. This story is written in a very different format than my usual work. It’s going to be posted exactly as we wrote it together, separated by our names. I’m so proud of the work we’ve done together. This story is incredibly important to me and has made me fall in love with writing all over again. Side Note: this story is still in progress but is currently sitting at over 250K words.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

My heart stops when you take hold of my hand, watching you write your number on the back of it. When you add a little heart, it takes everything for me to not grab your face and pull you in for a kiss right then. Too stunned to say anything, all I can do is wave as you get in your car and drive off. 

When your car is out of sight, I look back down at the numbers that decorate the back of my hand, admiring your cute handwriting. Without thinking, I let out an outburst of “Yes!” as I raise my fists in the air in victory before I’m quickly composing myself and clearing my throat. I got her number. I got her fucking number! Things really are looking up, aren’t they? I walk back into the bar with a bit more pep in my step, not caring when the guys start to tease me and simply embracing it. I just want to get home so I can call you. 

Once I am home, I start to feel a bit nervous about calling you, wondering if you’re even still awake yet since the drive home is nearly an hour long for me. Then I start to spiral, thinking that maybe you gave me a wrong number but every time I look back at our interactions I think things seemed great and like that wouldn’t be something you would do. I decide to just go for it, taking my phone off the hook and dialing your number.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Every minute that passes in silence fills me with insecure thoughts that I may have been on the completely wrong page, hell maybe we weren’t even reading the same book! I try to console myself, no. He was definitely at least interested in being friends, there’s no way I was misreading that. Maybe the heart I added on his hand was too much and I scared him off? With that single what if? my mind spirals. What if he got into an accident? What if someone who spreads those nasty rumors came to the bar and jumped him? With my head a spiraling confused mess, I eventually fall asleep on the couch. 

The phone ringing wakes me with a jump! My first sleepy thought is who the hell is calling me at this hour but then I remember why I fell asleep on the couch and not in my bed. I quickly, maybe a bit too eagerly, pick up the phone and try to hide the sleep from my voice, “Hello?” It doesn’t take me long to realize it’s you. “Eddie? Are you ok,” I let out a small yawn, “I was worried something happened.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

I don’t have time to process if you are going to answer the phone while it rings because you answer it within the second. Hearing your voice on the other end brings that smile back to my face and I sit down on my recliner that I have near the phone, plopping myself down as I begin to relax and let my previous worries melt away. When I hear you yawn and tell me you were worried about me, my heart flutters and I have to clear my throat before I answer. “Worried about me, huh?” My voice is dripping with tease as I flirt. “Sorry, sweet girl. I live a bit far from work. I don’t really live in Hawkins.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Your deep flirty voice coming through the receiver right into my ear is messing with my sleepy brain something fierce! I only sort of process what you are saying, mostly I hear sorry sweet girl, “I think you should make it up to me for making me worry about you.” I yawn deeper this time, “My dreams were not being kind to me. Will you sing me a song Eddie so I can have better dreams when I fall asleep again?”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

I internally groan when you ask me to sing for you, letting my head fall back against the recliner. Fuck, she is so adorable. All I wish for is that you were here so I could hold you as you fall asleep in my arms while I sing to you. My heart is in my throat. “What would you like to hear, baby?” My voice comes out deeper than intended.

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Your voice lowers to depths I didn't even know possible, d-did he just call me baby? Maybe I’m just hearing things, I really should go back to sleep before I say something embarrassing, “W-will you sing that first song from your set tonight? That one was my favorite.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

The way you stutter let’s me know that calling you baby did in fact have some kind of effect on you. Although I didn’t mean for it to come out, wanting to keep that in the depths of my heart for a while, I’m not mad that it slipped. Although I do wish that I could’ve seen your reaction, hearing you like this, it tells me everything. 

“I can do that for you, sweetheart,” I let out more softly, clearing my throat before I begin to sing to you.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Hearing your song fill my brain has me both wishing you were here singing to me as you hold me in your arms, I’d love to fall asleep on your chest, and so so thankful that you're not here to see the goofy little smile on my face as I quite literally melt into the couch. The already curly phone cord twisting idly between my fingers. I start humming along without even thinking about it, losing myself in the song that you are now absolutely singing just for me. My eyes fall shut as I picture what you might look like singing to me right now, “Hmm, you sound so good Eds. Thank you,” I let out a little squeak with this last yawn, my words starting to slur together, “wanna keep talking with you but m’fallin asleep…w’you call me again sometime? D’know if I’ll make it till next week without hearing your voice again.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

The nickname you just gave me echoes in my brain on a loop and I let out a huff of air as I try to keep myself together. I’m ruined already. You’ve done it. “Y-You’re welcome, Erica.” My voice gets stuck in my throat for a second and I have to pull the phone away and clear my throat before I’m talking again. “I’ll call you whenever you want me to, sweetheart.” I then decide to be a little brave with my next words, “You sound so cute right now. All sleepy like this.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

My heart bursts with warmth and the blossom growing inside my chest sprouts a leaf when you call me cute. I let out a sleepy giggle, “Hmm, you’re the cute one Eds! Those big brown eyes? So pretty…I have to work on your surprise tomorrow so m’gonna go to bed ok? I’ll see you in my dreams.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

"And you'll be in mine," I promise you softly. "Goodnight, sweetheart." It takes me a second to hang up but I finally do. Not moving from the couch, I stare up at the ceiling of my home as I place a hand on my chest over my heart. It beats fast and I could swear I can feel it skip when I picture your smile in my head, picture your blue eyes that stare into mine without malice. "Take it easy, Munson," I mumble to myself, trying to remind myself not to dive in so quickly but you make it so easy.

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Over the next two weeks we see each other a few more times and talk on the phone nearly every night. Learning one another’s favorite movies and debating which Metallica album reigns supreme, It’s definitely “Ride the Lightning”. I managed to convince you to leave your house one night because I needed more cereal so we continued our late night grocery shopping traditions. Finishing your surprise takes me longer than I thought but it was well worth it because I can’t wait to see your reaction to what I made for you and your friends! 

Getting ready for my third Corroded Coffin show I decide that tonight I’m going to take you up on that raincheck to drive me home. I get dressed, deciding to spice up my usual wardrobe with some ripped up black tights that show glimpses of my thigh tattoos peaking through. Carefully packing the gifts I’ve been working on in a bag before locking my apartment and heading out towards The Hideout. 

Coming here has become such a routine part of my life that I can’t believe I ever felt like an outsider here. I know that you’ll already be working behind the bar because you mentioned during one of our calls that you always work before your shows. I wave at you with a big smile when I come in and head right to the bar. 

“Hi Eds!” the nickname I gave you in my sleepiness definitely stuck. Especially after I said it in person for the first time and loved your cute reaction. I hold up the bag containing your surprise, “Are you busy or can I give you your gift now? Are the guys here yet? I have theirs too! I can’t wait for you to see it!”

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During the next two weeks of us getting to know each other, talking with you every night and seeing each other at the bar or when we go grocery shopping together, you’ve become one of my favorite people. My feelings for you just grow more and more and at times can feel a bit overwhelming and scary because of everything that’s happened to me over the past couple years. And even before what had happened in ‘86. I learned how cruel people can be and to keep my walls up and people at a safe distance so I wouldn’t get hurt. It’s becoming exceptionally harder to do that with you. 

You had said you were coming out tonight. I don’t feel as nervous being around you as when we first started hanging out and talking, but the nerves are definitely still there, just a lot less noticeable. When I see you walking up, I try not to let my eyes wander but those tights! Oh those tights look so nice! I beam when you get closer and greet me with the nickname I’ve come to love so much, seeing the bag in your hand and my smile widens. 

“Yeah, they’re here! You wanna come backstage for a second?” Before I’m walking over the end of the bar and walking up so I’m next to you. “Here, let me give you the VIP treatment.”

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Every time I see your face my affections for you just multiply. They have gotten so high I wonder if they will ever hit a maximum level, I highly doubt it. The butterflies in my stomach still flutter and flit about when I hear you say my name or call me sweetheart. You’ve become my favorite person to be around and I hope you enjoy our time together as much as I do. As soon as you meet me from the other side of the bar, I pull you into a surprise hug. My nerves still get worked up every time I touch you but I’ve definitely gotten more bold since we first met, loving your reactions every time I catch you off guard with my affections. I’m still not 100% sure that my feelings are mutual but even if we are only ever friends, that’s all right with me because your company is so important to me. 

The bag rustles against your back as I wrap my arms around you, “Ooh! VIP, lead the way Mr. Big Rockstar!”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

Even though you’ve hugged me on more than one occasion or have taken hold of my hand or touched my arm, it still surprises me each time that that is something you want to do, something you want people to see. I love it each time it happens, too. And I hug you back easily. 

Chuckling at your words, I reluctantly pull away from the hug but keep my arm around you as I lead you backstage. “Right this way, m’lady.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I’m screaming internally when you keep your arm around me as we walk backstage together! My body instinctively leans into yours as we move past the tables and towards our destination. My pulse races with every step thinking about how people might see us and assume we are a couple— goddamn it do I want to be yours so badly! 

Once backstage, I greet the rest of the band with a smile, “Hi boys! Long time no see.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

Gareth, Jeff, and Barry are talking as they get ready to set up before you and I walk over. Barry immediately smiles when he sees you, “Hey, Erica! It’s good to see you. How’ve you been?” 

Jeff and Gareth on the other hand are a bit surprised to see you again since they hadn’t seen you since the other week. I talk about you from time to time, but I don’t say much because I don’t want to be grilled when I’m not sure what’s going on myself. Regardless, they greet you kindly. 

“Erica says she has something to give us.” I tell them before looking down at you and squeeze your side. “So what is it, sweetheart? What’s this surprise?”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Your squeeze to my side sends shivers through my body. I suck in a deep breath trying to hide how you just made me feel. I distract myself by telling Barry I’ve been well. 

I open the bag I brought and pull out a black shirt that I made with your band’s logo. The letters turned a golden auburn color from where I hand painted each letter and line with bleach and then added a few distressed, splash details to the rest of the shirt. I hold it up to show you, “Tada! I made you all matching shirts. I also put your names on the back, see,” I turn the one in my hand around to show where I also bleach dyed the words ‘Gareth-Drums’, “Here! This one is yours!” I walk it over to him, then Jeff, then Barry and finally you. 

“Here Eds, this is yours!” I hold up a shirt that looks a little different than the others, I cut yours into a v neck and on the back where I wrote Eddie-Lead Guitar, I dotted the I in your name with a little heart, “I also made myself one with just the logo.” I offer it to you and look up at you with wide, hopeful eyes, “Well? What’d you think?”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

“No way!” Gareth exclaims when you give him his shirt, smiling widely with excitement. “Dude, these are sick! Did you paint it with bleach?” 

“Holy shit, man!” Jeff and Barry thank you for the shirts as they look at them, flipping over the back so they can see their names. “Thank you, Erica! This is so cool of you!” Jeff says sincerely as he looks at you with a wide smile. 

I’m in awe when you first present the shirts and start handing them out, my heart flipping in my chest as it swells and warms. I can’t believe you would do something like this for us. This is one of the nicest things someone has ever done for me in a long time. When you walk over to me with my shirt, I take it from you slowly, looking over the details before I flip it over to see my name and notice the heart on the “i”. It takes everything in me in that moment not to grab you and kiss you. Instead, I look to you with something soft and loving as I ask, “You really made us these?”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Hearing all the words of thanks and gratitude makes me blush, especially when I look into your eyes and see such a soft glow staring back at me, “Yeah, sorry it took so long! I wanted them to be perfect, so it took me a lot longer than I thought it would…one night I stayed up so late working on them that I’m pretty sure I got high from the all bleach fumes,” I chuckle, “But I’m really happy with how they turned out and I’m even happier that you all like them!” 

I grab at your hands where they are still holding the shirt, “Well? Go try it on!”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

Chewing on my bottom lip, I decide to go on impulse for just a moment, leaning down and give you a quick kiss on the cheek before I pull away to look into your eyes. “Thank you. Really. This was so kind of you.” I tell you before I’m walking to the bathroom to change, my heart beating hard against my chest at what I just did and I hope to god I didn’t fuck anything up. 

The guys are pretty surprised at what just happened before they’re following me to go change as well, giving me back pats and wolf whistles and teasing me. I just brush it off and roll my eyes, but it does make me feel better and make some of my anxiety go away. I’m shrugging off my jacket before I’m taking off my original shirt I had on today, and pulling the shirt you made me over my head. I notice mine is a v-neck immediately and look at myself in the mirror. It’s a bit wider and deeper than the v-neck I had worn the other week, so it shows some of my scars and I bite my lip as I look at myself in the mirror. I feel torn, because I love this shirt and I don’t want you to feel bad if I didn’t come out with it on, but I also don’t want you to see my scars. I know you’ve seen the one on my neck and jaw and you haven’t asked me about it yet, but this draws more attention and brings back too many memories. 

Jeff noticed my hesitance when he sees my scars and pats my shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m sure she’ll understand if you don’t wear it.” I look at him through the mirror before looking at myself again. I know I can’t talk about everything with you. At least not right now. I’m not ready to open up that part of my life to you just yet, but I am beginning to trust you, and maybe letting you see this is a good beginning. 

“That’s okay,” I assure him with a shake of my head and give him a small smile. “I’m fine. Promise.” I grab my shirt and jacket and walk back out backstage to show you how the shirt looks. “So what do you think? I think it looks pretty metal, if you ask me.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

My attention is locked on watching you toy with your bottom lip, enchanted by the way it looks between your teeth, my brain so delightfully pictures being the one to bite at your lip. Girl get yourself together! I’m so focused that I miss the subtle changes in your body language as you lean down towards me. I have no time to process what just happened because in the span of just seconds the lips I’d just been staring at, lowered and planted themselves for just a moment on my cheek before pulling away again. 

He kissed me. Holy crap he just kissed me! My lips part in shock just a bit and I look up at you with a glazed expression. I want to answer you, respond somehow! But you’ve left me completely and utterly speechless! Before I can reclaim the oxygen in my lungs, you’re already gone from my view. All of you are gone within minutes presumably to go change and I’m alone standing there in a state of blissful shock! 

Alright calm down! I try to bring myself back down from outer space. It was just gratitude, don’t read into it too much! But the others simply said thank you- they didn’t kiss my cheek. There's no way that didn’t mean something! 

Thankfully you return quickly so I don’t have too much time to overthink things. As you approach me I take in the sight of you wearing my creation and I can’t help but notice new areas of exposed scars on your skin. At first I worry that you might be upset with how I cut it. You looked so good in the one I’d seen you wear before so it never occurred to me that you might not want it cut like that. Whatever those scars are from I hope one day you feel comfortable enough with me sharing the story. I think you look fucking incredible and the little peak of scars showing honestly looks pretty fucking metal to me. I could stare at you all day. I realize that’s exactly what I’m doing, “It looks real good Eds. Most definitely! It’s the most metal shirt in the history of the world!” I step in closer towards you and grab both your hands in mine, “And the man wearing it is pretty fucking metal too if you ask me.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

I look down at myself, eyeing the scars for a moment before I’m looking at you again and giving a warm smile. “Thanks, baby,” I say softly. Since slipping that out the other week when I first talked to you on the phone, I hadn’t called you it since, making sure I call you every other endearment I have been, instead of that, but I just can’t help myself right now. I want to call you baby. I want to kiss your cheek, your lips. “Where’s yours? You said you made one for yourself too.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Baby. First the kiss. Now that delightful word is back. I want to hear you call me your baby everyday. I want to be yours and only yours so badly. I need to know if this crush is one sided or not. And there’s only one way to find out. 

From where my hands are still holding yours I reach up really slowly along your forearms and grab your elbows. I press up on my toes towards you. My hands never leave your arms as I press up and lean in to kiss your cheek as you did mine. Your skin feels like heaven on my lips. My feet immediately bring me back down to earth and I look up at you with a warm smile, “How silly of me, I’ll be right back handsome” 

I reluctantly let go of your elbow and grab the last shirt in the bag before heading to the bathroom to change, my heart pounding in my throat the entire way there. 

Once I’m in the bathroom I collapse against the door with the happiest smile on my face.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

I’m not expecting you to kiss my cheek like I did yours, my eyes wide and my breath catching in my throat. I’m frozen when you pull away and leave to change, left a bit speechless and when the guys return they see you gone and me in shock. 

“Everything good, Ed?” Gareth asks as he walks over and places a hand on my shoulder. “Hm? Oh uh…yeah. Yeah everything is great.” I can’t help but let out a breathy chuckle before I’m looking at everyone with a crooked grin.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

In the bathroom I change from the shirt that I’d had on and pull the matching fabric over my head, giggling to myself as I replay that quick kiss over and over again in my head. 

For my own shirt, I also cut a v neck dip, showing off the beginnings of my chest. Then I cut up the bottom so that I could tie it at my waist. I roll the sleeves and tie the red flannel I’d been wearing around my hips before I head back out to where you’re waiting. 

As soon as I step out of the bathroom I walk right over to you, doing a little spin, “What’d you think Eds? I was thinking about writing #1 fan on mine.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

I turn when I hear you come back, looking you over and my brain short circuits for a second at just the sight of you wearing a shirt that says “Corroded Coffin” on it. And it just makes it better that you made it. Swallowing hard, I only nod for a second before Barry is elbowing my side and I finally answer. “Yeah- yes. Should definitely write that for sure.” I then feel a bit shy as I add, “You look really good.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Wrapping my hand around my back I lean in a little, creating a flirty bend with my hips. My nose crinkles when I smile up at you, “Good! I wanna look good for my favorite metal band. I’m really excited to see you play again Eddie.” I address the others, “I’m glad you all like them too!” 

I look up at the clock on the wall, “I’m going to go get a drink, it won’t be as good as you make Eds, but I’m sure it’ll be tasty,” I wink at you before adding, “I’ll see you on stage.” 

I head to the bar and see that Tracy is just clocking in. I wave at her, “Hey!” We talk for a bit while she makes my drink and I flush as her comment that I’ve been in here a lot lately, “Well, I mean I’m a big metal fan and there’s not a lot of places to listen to good music around here.” 

She smirks, pouring the mixture into my glass, “Hmmm, are you sure it isn’t that you’re a big Eddie fan?”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

Once the stage is set up, we walk on and I start to introduce ourselves like I do every time. “You may have noticed these awesome new shirts.” I say as I make sure mine is visible. “I’d like to thank Corroded Coffin’s number one fan for making these for us. Thank you, Erica. It really means a lot.” I send you a wink and grin widely. “Are you guys ready to get your shit rocked?” 

I play like I do whenever I know you’re watching, more energy, more confidence, and a lot more flirty. And my eyes always seem to find you no matter how many times I look away to engage with the rest of the bar. 

After a few songs, we go into a song we haven’t played yet but one you had told me was your favorite when we were on the phone one night together. I look at you as the song starts to see your reaction.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

My face lights up like a Christmas tree when you call attention to me and the shirts I made for you. I hide my face in my hands but peak up at you from between my fingers. Seeing your smile though always makes me feel warm and fuzzy, I pull my hand away and give you a little wave. 

While I sit there listening to your music, watching you play, sipping the drink in my hand, I realize how content I am. I haven’t felt this in a long time. I’m reminded of how easy everything was with my ex in the beginning, but then towards the end everything became a battle or felt forced. With you? Just being in the same room with you relaxes my brain and I’m starting to accept the fact that I can’t hide my feelings for you anymore. I want to spend everyday feeling just as I do now. Appreciated, cared for, and happy. Whether you realize it or not, just by talking with me about the things we both enjoy and making me smile with your laughter or your music, I’ve fallen for you. Hard! 

As if you could read my thoughts you look over at me and begin a new song. I instantly recognize the melody. One night I mentioned to you that N.I.B was my favorite Black Sabbath song. Now watching you sing about falling in love with the devil has my stomach in knots and my heart pounding. I look up at you with the softest doe eyes, I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling like this. During your guitar solo, my lip makes a home between my teeth and I smile around it, before the song comes to an end I blow you a kiss—with it the promise that after your show I’m going to ask you to drive me home and ask you out on a date with me.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

My eyes stay on you for the entire song and until it gets to my guitar solo, my eyes falling shut as I let my head roll back and let the music take me. When the song comes to an end and see you blow me a kiss, I pretend to snatch it out of the air and place it on my cheek where you had kissed earlier, giving you another wink and smiling widely.

With the way things have been going between us, all I can think about is being around you more, talking to you and seeing those eyes and that smile. I want more of you. These shows and our grocery hangouts aren’t enough. 

When the set is done, I make eye contact with you, subtly nodding my head towards the doors to the side of the building that lead outside before I tell the guys I’ll be right back and head out. My heart is pounding in my chest when I get out there, leaning against the wall and taking a cigarette out of my pack and placing it between my lips before lighting it as I wait for you, hoping you got the hint.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

After your show ends, I watch you make a gesture with your head towards a door and then I watch as you say something to your bandmates before hopping off the stage and walking out the door. Does he want me to follow him? I pick up what is now my second drink of the night and slam the rest of it. A little liquid courage before I potentially ruin a good thing. No! I try to stay positive. There’s no way that he’d be this flirty and sweet if he didn’t also feel the same. I set my empty glass down and follow you out the door with a sharp exhale. 

When I step outside I see you leaning against the wall, one of your boots up against the building, smoking. If I’d seen you for the first time right now I’d probably think you were the average bad boy, but I know that’s not you. You’re soft, kind, gentle, and incapable of the horrible rumors I’ve heard now from multiple people while working at the library. I walk over to you with a smile, pulling at my arm from across my body, “That was a great show Eds. You definitely um-“ I search for the right word, “surprised me with that new song you added to the lineup.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

I see you walking over at the corner of my eye and flick my cigarette way, not knowing if you’d be okay if I smoke in front of you since I haven’t before tonight. Smiling, I look you over contently before my eyes meet yours when you talk about the song. “Did we do it justice?” I take your hand and pull you gently to where you’re standing in front of me, keeping your hand in mine afterwards and running my thumb along your knuckles.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

When you pull me gently to stand directly in front of you and make no move to let go of my hand, all my nerves to ask you out goes out the window. Instead I deflect, “You didn’t have to stop smoking you know. I don’t mind.” I squeeze your hand, also refusing to let go, “You absolutely did the song justice! Everything you play is incredible. I could listen to you all night long.” That second drink making itself known as I keep rambling.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

My eyes are adoring as I listen to you talk, your voice having become my favorite sound within the few weeks we’ve been talking. Without thinking, I brush some hair behind your ear and hum. “You’re so fucking adorable. Could hear you talk all day, you know that?” My voice comes out soft and deep, running my thumb along your cheekbone before I’m dropping my hand back down, my other hand still holding yours.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Between your words and the soft touches to my cheekbone, I’m melting! I feel myself lean into your space a bit more, our skin still tethered together where you’re holding my hand. 

Now that we’re alone out here in the night air I do something I wanted to do the moment I saw you wearing the shirt. I lift my hand slowly, my eyes looking into your asking for permission, “Eddie? Is it ok if I touch your chest?”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

My breath hitches at your request, and I take hold of your hand that’s making its way to my chest, my heart pounding for another reason. I try to slow it down, however, knowing you won’t judge me and I can trust you, but it doesn’t make this any less scary. Swallowing hard, I slowly release your hand from my trembling fingers before nodding. “Yeah.” It comes out a bit breathless, but I don’t stop yeah. “Yeah, sweetheart, it’s okay.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I can sense your hesitation and I’d be surprised if you weren’t a little unsure but I want to show you that I won’t judge you or hurt you. I know building that trust takes time, but I hope this is a start. I never take my eyes off of you as I lay my open palm tenderly on the covered part of your chest. Right on top of your heart. I can feel your rapid heartbeat pounding under your skin. My fingers curl lightly and rub into the cotton fabric. Just ever so briefly I look down at my own hand and watch my fingers gently massaging back and forth in the slightest of movements. Then my eyes look back up into yours, “Eddie? I—“ my breath shakes a bit from my nerves, “I really like being around you. I want to be around you all the time,” my hand keeps moving ever so slightly. “And not just at your shows, would you um, would you want to have dinner with me on Friday?”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

I’m putting myself in a pretty vulnerable position right now, letting you close like this so you can get a better look at my chest, my scars. Your touch, when I finally feel your hand on my heart, I try not to evaporate, to crumble. My body is trembling the slightest bit and I know my breathing has picked up somewhat, especially when I feel your fingers curl against me. But I’m not expecting your confession, not expecting for you to be the one asking me out. And I can’t help but chuckle because this is the second time now where you’ve beat me to the punch. “You have got to stop doing this, baby.” My eyes glint with playfulness as I look down at you. “Just had to wait a few more minutes before I finally got up the courage to do it myself.” I place my hand back to your hand that’s on my chest, gently taking hold of your wrist and running my thumb along your pulse point. “Would love nothing more than to have dinner with you, Erica.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

A wave of pleasure washes over my entire body when you agree to go out for dinner with me! I love the feeling of your hand on my wrist, pressing into my veins, feeling my rapidly rising pulse. When you tease me about beating you to the punch I can’t hold back a laugh, “How about you drive me home?” My eyes roll back playfully along with my next phrase, dragging out some of my words as I talk, “I may not have listened to your previous warnings and walked here tonight.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

My eyes widen when you tell me you walked here yourself. “Are you-“ I stop myself and let out a breath as I let my head rest back against the wall before I’m opening my eyes again to look at you. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack, sweetheart.” I squeeze your wrist twice, playfully. “Course I’ll drive you home. Why don’t we head back inside? I need to help the guys finish packing up. And you can have yourself another drink on me if you want, yeah?” 

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Your exasperated look when you lay your head back against the wall is somehow really endearing, your concern for my safety makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the world. 

“That sounds great Eds,” as we walk back inside I keep hold of the hand that had been holding mine since I first walked outside with you, only finally letting go when we reach the stage again, “I’ll be right over there,” pointing to the bar, “I know you big strong men probably don’t need my help but if you need a fifth pair of hands you know where to find me.” Before I walk away I reach up and cup your cheek in my hand and rub my thumb against your cheek as you had done to mine. 

Without another word I head over to the bar and ask Tracy to make me one more drink. While I wait my eyes lock in the direction of the stage. I’m suddenly really glad I decided to leave the back of my shirt blank because if all goes well on Friday during our date…I didn’t call it a date! Does he know that’s what it is? Calm down, just make some comment and see how he reacts. 

After sending myself into a short panic I hear the clink of the glass as it’s set in front of me. I take a sip and try to refocus my thoughts. If all goes well on our date, I know exactly what I’m writing on the back of my shirt.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

When I get back on stage to help pack up, the guys give me a knowing look without saying anything. I roll my eyes at them before I’m going about getting everything in my van. 

Once everything is packed, I say goodbye to the guys before I head back inside to you and sit at the bar with you. “Hey, pretty girl. Come here often?”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I jump a little when you surprise me by sitting right beside me. I turn and meet your gorgeous brown eyes. With a coy smile, I lean my chin in my palm, “I do actually, thinking of becoming a regular. My favorite bartender works here,” this third drink is definitely making it so I couldn’t drive home even if I wanted to. 

I lean in really close to you and whisper., “He’s super cute, has really great hair and is supposed to be driving me home.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

My grin spreads a bit wider as you play along before I’m pinching your side. “Looks like you’re really feeling that third drink, sweetheart.” I chuckle as I get up from the stool I sat myself in. “You ready for me to take you home?”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

My tipsy brain hears the words you just said and now all I can picture is you actually taking me home, walking me up to my apartment, laying me down in my bed…my eyes flutter- shooing away my fantasy that’s now got me all hot and bothered. Maybe depending on how you react to me using the word date, I’ll allow myself to continue that fantasy when I’m all by myself tonight. 

I get up from the bar and stumble a bit. I grab you by the hands to steady myself, “Yep! Definitely no driving for me!” I keep hold of your hand and pull you with me, “Come on hot stuff, take me home!” My eyes roll back a bit to avoid looking directly at you, “I know you said you’d buy me that drink but I already paid, I guess I just don’t listen very well,” my playful giggles fill in the spaces between the words. As we walk towards the door and make our way out to your van. Letting my tipsy horny mind take over, I lean up and whisper in your ear, “Maybe you’ll just have to tie me up with that bandana of yours until I behave.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

Chuckling as I watch you, I can’t help but to find you adorable like this. “Easy there, sweetheart.” I say as you stumble and I make sure my hands are sturdy enough so that you don’t fall as you hold onto them. Once you tell me you paid for the drink I wanted to pay for, I give your side a little squeeze and say, “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to pay for you when we go out, yeah?” 

It’s your next words that have me choking on air and a deep blush rising to my cheeks as I look down at you with wide eyes in attention. Something else twitches subtly in attention too. Clearing my throat, we get to my van and I open the door for you once it’s unlocked. “Alright, you minx, let’s get you home.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

My already flushed face warms when you call me a minx as you open the door for me. I melt into your passenger seat and him along with the song that plays from the speakers. The ride to my place is far too short, I love being in your presence so much. I could spend every minute of my time with you. 

“Thank you for the ride home Eds, I still feel a little wobbly. W-would you um, would you mind walking me up to my apartment? It’s on the second floor and I’d love not to fall down the stairs.” I close my eyes but look over at you with a smile.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

The drive to your apartment is peaceful, making me feel content and I glance over at you from time to time. I have to press my hand into my thigh and scratch my nails against the denim to get rid of the itch to reach over and hold your hand in mine again. 

It’s too soon for my liking when I pull up to your apartment building, smiling softly when you thank me for a ride before you’re asking me to walk you up to your door. It sends my heart racing as well as my mind with different scenarios as to what could happen if I walk you up there. Is she trying to invite me in? Do I want to be invited in? Of course I do! Oh god what would happen if she did? Would we kiss? Would we…? I have to stop my thoughts by subtly pinching my thigh a bit hard in order to answer you. “I’ll walk you up.” I agree with a nod before I turn off the van, walking over to your side and taking out my hand to help you out. “But only if you let me give you a piggyback ride.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

For a moment I worry that you might think I’m trying to invite you in, as much as I would absolutely love that, I genuinely just want help getting up two flights of stairs. You being ever the gentleman you get out and open my door for me. I look up at you with a surprised, wide eyed look when you ask to give me a piggyback ride. 

If I were sober my first thought would be to panic that my weight is too much for you to handle. But the thought of having my body pressed against yours and my arms wrapped around your shoulders, and you touching my legs at the same time? I think I might combust on the spot if you hold me like that, so I’m willing to take that risk. 

You help me out of my seat and I pull you towards the double doors, “Anything for you Eds,” I reach up and squeeze your biceps, “I’d love to feel you carry me on your back with those big strong arms.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

I look at your hand squeezing my bicep and chuckle as I blush a little before shaking my head. “Okay, okay. Come on, baby. Let’s get you home,” I say before I turn around and bend my knees a little so it’ll be easier for you to get on my back. “Time to hop on the ole Munson Express.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

My heart is pounding as you lower yourself so I can get on your back. Sure we’ve had a few fleeting touches, tonight we took it to a new level with the kisses to one another’s cheeks, but feeling your hands against the back of my knees is something completely different. Not wanting to hurt you I gently wrap my arms around your neck and shoulders before leaning in, helping you as best I can as you pick me up. I instantly feel like I never want to let you go. 

My head instinctively falls to your shoulder, “You’re the best Eds.” I close my eyes and feel myself almost feeling asleep in the comfort of your touch and scent, “S’comfy up here” I mumble into your hair and let out a sleepy yawn when we make it to the top of the stairs, “It's the last one on the left.” 

I wish this hallway was longer because having you carry me so tenderly warms my heart. While I’m still in your arms I let out another sleepy sentiment, “Can’t wait for our date on Friday. S’gonna be so much fun!”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

I just listen to you talk as I walk up the stairs of the building before we get to your floor, following your directions when you tell me which apartment is yours. 

Throughout most of the ride here and before that when I was helping the guys pack up everything, I was wondering if our dinner Friday was a date. I want it to be a date, but you didn’t really call it that. Maybe I’m reading too much into it. Maybe it’s just two friends having dinner together. But it feels like my feelings may be reciprocated. You kissed my cheek as well, you let me hold your hand, we talk on the phone every night. I mean that little innuendo you whispered to me earlier should tell me you have some form of attraction to me! 

But then you suddenly say you can’t wait for our date and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. When we get to your door, I set you down and I turn around to face you, a hopeful look taking over my features. “So it is a date then? You want to go on a date with me?”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

When you set me down and turn to face me, I’m suddenly aware of how small I feel. Your height over me and your broad shoulders facing right at me have my back submissively falling flush against the door to my apartment. 

Your expression has my brain so confused, you look surprised but hopeful at my words. I swallow hard in my throat. I press my lips together in a thin line and look directly into your eyes before answering you with an affirmative nod of my head.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

I give a wide grin before I’m leaning my arm against the frame of your door as I look down at you, reaching over and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Good. Because I really wanted it to be a date.” My voice comes out softer and a bit deeper than I intended as I look down into your ocean eyes. 

My hand lingers, my thumb running along under your eye before my hand travels to your chin. All I can think about right now is kissing you. Seeing the way you’re looking up at me, it makes my heart melt. I just want to feel your lips against mine.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Fuck he’s so close! As you lean in and brush a strand of hair behind my ear, I find my breath again with a deep and shaky inhale. Then I hear your words, with that absolutely sinful tone and melt against the door behind me. Somehow I manage to squeak out a quiet, shy response, “I really want it to be a date too Eds.” 

Our eyes lock in the silence of that hallway. I feel your thumb brushing softly along my skin, is he going to kiss me? You already kissed my cheek but this feels different. With promises of a date hanging in the air between us, the look in your eyes says all the same feelings running around in my head, that you want to kiss me right now. I look up at you with pleading eyes trying to silently convey that I want your lips on mine so bad!

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

My hand trails slightly lower on your face, my thumb tracing the curve of your lower lip at your chin and it takes everything in me to not place my thumb against your lips like I want to. When my eyes find yours again, my heart stutters in my chest as I see the want in them. You want to kiss me to kiss you. I can tell by the way you’re looking up at me and it makes me feel weak. I let in a slow, shaking breath as I start to lean in. 

At first, I decide to press another kiss to your cheek, much slower and lingering before doing the same to your other cheek. When I finally let the breath out I was holding, long and trembling, I rest my forehead against yours. My lips are tingling with the feeling of your skin, itching and craving to hold your bottom lip between them. My hand travels lower, taking a gentle yet firm hold at the nape of your neck, wanting to have control over this situation but not wanting to control you. Our noses brush together as I lean closer, knowing just how perfect the moment our lips will meet will be, and that’s what has me stopping. “I want to kiss you, Erica. I really want to kiss you right now.” My words are low, sounding like silk and honey. And I almost give in, but I pull away just two inches to look into your eyes. “But I can’t. Not yet. I want to earn your kiss on our date Friday. Want to deserve it.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Cha0ticSpaceBi .* :☆ﾟ. ──

The feeling of your thumb tracing just outside the curve of my lips, followed by the way you slowly lean in has my heart pounding! This is it! The moment that confirms my feelings are returned. I let out another low breath when you kiss my cheeks instead. My hand reaches up and finds its home again on your chest, playing with the fabric of your shirt, resisting the urge to tug you forward into me. I can feel your heart racing beneath your chest. You want this as much as I do. 

When you take charge by reaching around and cupping the back of my neck my fingers grip harder against your chest, sending my wants and desires through each loving tug. My eyes close when you press our foreheads together, so close that our noses touch. Your skin feels so good against mine, I want more! My lips part ever so slightly thinking about how much I want you to take control and just press our lips together! With your sweet words you take any last shred of doubt, my feelings for you are definitely not one sided. The way you just said my name has my thighs pressing together so tightly in a futile attempt to soothe the ache that now fills my core. I open my eyes and just when I think you’re going to kiss me you tell me you want to earn it on our date. 

My other hand joins its mate on your chest, my eyes losing themselves in your warm chocolate smile, “You do deserve it Eddie. But I’ll be looking forward to our date even more.” My hands feather over your shirt, up your shoulders, and around your neck. I pull you in for a firm, promising hug, “I really want to kiss you too, Eds, but for now I’ll be content with a hug.” With my arms wrapped around your neck still I pull you into a proper hug, lifting my back off the door, “Pick me up at 7 on Friday ok? I know where I want to go but it’s a surprise.” 

I give you one final squeeze before letting go and lingering with my hand on the doorknob, “Good night Eds. Call me to let me know you got home safely.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ Eddie.* :☆ﾟ. ──

When you hug me, my arms wrap around your waist to pull you closer until you’re pressed against me. Sighing contentedly, my hands trail along your sides as I let you go once you’re pulling away before they fall back to my sides. I yearn to just take your hand and pull you back into me, to have you in my arms for a little longer, but I have to be patient. With a nod and a light grin I say, “7 on Friday. I’ll be here, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’ll call you.” I promise before I walk backwards, wanting to look at you for a little longer to remember this moment before I’m finally turning around and walking down the stairs and back to my van.

[madelynraemunson]

𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 🦇: E d d i e

obey your master(list)

welcome to my eddie munson masterlist. all these works are 18+. minors DNI

fics

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT

You need money fast. After getting kicked out by your brother, you have no other choice but to take off your big girl pants and add stripper to your resume. Desperate to pay the bills and support your little sister, are you willing to accept the risks that come with such a perilous profession? With the stage name ‘Shy Girl’, you take the leap of faith, weaponizing your divine femininity to steal the hearts of all the bachelors in Hawkins — including Eddie Munson’s, the owner of Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club.

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT ✨ extras ✨

one shots, deleted/bonus scenes, extra content from CMWYW

one shots

SCENIC ROUTE

nature/hike sex with eddie [wc: 421 words]

PASS THE SALT

older!dad’s best friend!eddie x fem!reader [wc: hella words]

THE CRAWL

rockstar!eddie x housewife!reader [wc: 686 words]

DON’T TRUST EDDIE WITH THE REMOTE TO YOUR VIBRATOR

aaand he’s got the remote to your vibrator

WILL YOU SWAY WITH ME?

a slow-dancing, comfort one shot 🩶 bartender!eddie x billy’s girlfriend!reader | warning: established physical abuse between reader & billy [wc: 1.4K words]

ALONG FOR THE RIDE

eddie gets turned on when he watches you ride a mechanical bull | a collab! [wc: 2.0k words]

CASUAL (pt. 1): i’m just a girl you bang on your couch

just when you think you got a good one, you realize your boyfriend is just like the rest. | [wc: 1.3k words] asshole!eddie au

CASUAL (pt. 2): peace, love, and harmony

eddie and his incel friends realize you overheard everything they said (and they’re shaking in their boots) [wc: 1.1k words] asshole!eddie au

QUICKIE WITH EX!HUSBAND EDDIE

you have a date tonight. your ex husband, and father of your children, eddie doesn’t like it one bit. SMUT SMUT SMUT

steddie threesome blurb

headcannons

don’t answer the door for anybody 💀

eddie guest-starring on unsolved mysteries 🎥⭐️

EX-HUSBAND!EDDIE HEADCANNONS

clubbing with eddie

universes

EX-HUSBAND!EDDIE

[meet-me-backstage]

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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⎈ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🦇 Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🦇 You get dragged into the unfathomable events at Starcourt Mall by your hopeless crush on Billy Hargrove and new-found middle-schooler friends. You struggle to cope with the trauma which gradually costs you your popular cheerleader reputation when you return to high school for senior year. Though this loss first appears to be the end of the world, you learn that there's worse things than levelling down in popularity.

Though even in darkness, there is always a light - for you this is Eddie Munson, who you gain an unlikely friendship in and fall for him in the process.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🦇 smoking, mention of and consumption of drugs, horror themes, violence (in the upside down and probs Steve losing another fight (•̀ᴗ•́)و jk jk he's king), nightmares, mention of and consumption of alcohol, mention of and a near death experience, death, bad language, blood, bullying, mention of vomit and vomiting, some domestic (mainly verbal and emotional) abuse(‼️), mention of suicidal thoughts, mention of suicide, mention of self-harm, allusion to eating disorder and smUUT so you have to be 18+ to read this series❗️

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 🦇 4K words.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 🦇 blood, horror themes, violence, death, mention of suicidal thoughts and mention of suicide, domestic (verbal) abuse and a near death experience.

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! <𝟑

⇜ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 ⎈ 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

🦇 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓 🦇

"Superstar!" Mason calls out for you, he'd arrived home from one of his friend's homes that had instruments in their garage - some musicians who were dropouts from Hawkins High. You are yet to meet them, but he raved about them like they were an answered prayer of his. "I'm in the band - like, officially," his voice excited but in a whisper, not wanting your mom or dad to hear because they had no idea that he’d been searching musicians to form a band in the first place - it had been a secret between the two of you.

You are stood in the front yard secretly practicing basketball and upon hearing Mason's voice you turn around, the replacement ball that Mason had got you in your hands - you feel happy for him, but then you remember him mentioning an opportunity to record with the band somewhere far away from Hawkins. "Wicked - so, that means - you're leaving Hawkins, right?" You pout.

"I have to go before this shithole ruins me - it's a once in a lifetime opportunity," he whispers, coming closer - he could see, beneath the happiness you feel, that you’re sad... sad that he'd no longer be around to play basketball with you, to listen and dance to music with you, to cheer you on through everything, "I'll still be here with you - in the form of... I don't know," he looks down, his mousy hair falling in front of his face. His blue eyes land on the ball and they light up, "My cassettes! Keep that Black Sabbath one you love so much - and I'll send letters, I promise."

You hold your own hands, fiddling with your fingers, "When - are you gonna go?" You nervously look up at him.

He bites his lips together, clearly feeling guilty because he knows that you don’t have anyone else who accepts you for who you are... not even your mom or sister. "Tonight," he sighs, "I'll be sneaking out once everyone is in bed... I'll write a note for mom, dad - Becky... and we're all planning to meet at Andy’s van, he’s the bassist - he's gonna drive us to this record company... which is - it's a long drive away," he tries to contain his excitement, but it shows in his voice.

"But - high school," you frown, "You're going before I even start," you huff, knowing that it's going to be miserable without him and that Rebecca would be looking out for you instead... which you know is going to be miserable because she has been embarrassed to have you as a sister ever since she started high school, even going to the extent of telling you to stay your room on the occasion that she'd bring friends from Hawkins High home for a slumber party or movie night...

You know that she can’t just shut you away at high school… she’d desperately try to change you or completely ignore you.

Without Mason you have nobody apart from Chrissy... who is a good friend, but she’d been raving about hanging out with the likes of Rebecca and the rest of the cheer team at Hawkins High for months.

"I'll miss you," You mumble, not liking to admit it, which makes him chuckle and he ruffles your hair with his right hand.

"I'll miss you too, superstar - that's why I'm telling you all this... rather than in the note I'm leaving them," he gestures towards your home, "They'd never let me go... skip senior year if they knew it was for drumming," he makes a look of sarcastic horror on his face, which makes you giggle with him after, "It might take a while - to be settled somewhere else, but once I am hopefully you will have graduated and you can join me."

"You don't have to ask me twice,” You groan softly, still dreading the thought of starting high school without him being there, "That's if I'm not killed by Becky for raining on her high school parade."

Mason forces a grin, frustration clear on his features by the way that the lines between his brows show, "I'm sorry I'm not going to be there to - defend you," he sighs, "You gotta promise me that you'll stay strong, don't change yourself for anyone - not even mom or Becky… because there's gonna be someone else out there, like me, who's gonna love you for who you are," he places his hand under your chin, looking down at you with fond eyes, "Who's gonna want to be friends with you no matter what, who - I dunno, loves Black Sabbath as much as we do and will jump on the bed with you to all their records, okay?"

You stare up at him solemnly, but hopeful that you can find a friend like that - Eddie is the first that pops into your head when Mason mentions Black Sabbath.

You stir in discomfort during your sleep, your eyelids fluttering.

Your brother has disappeared now, vanished into thin air.

You notice that it has turned unusually dark suddenly with ominous-looking grey clouds towering above you, rain is falling on your head and behind you your mom is yelling, "Where is she?!" Followed by Rebecca yelling back, "I don't know, mom - I'm going out to look!"

Rebecca has a yellow jacket on over some denim overalls and is grasping a torch as she runs out of the house while your mom stood at the doorframe, "Don't even think about coming back until you find her - I mean it, Rebecca," your mom scowls as Rebecca starts to wipe at her face, her make-up smudging her eyes, making them look bruised.

You pout, feeling bad for your sister, what you’d put her through by searching for Billy and Heather instead of coming straight home.

Rebecca walks straight past you, completely ignoring you stood right outside your shared home and you watch her, worried... confused, "Becky?!" You call, but she continues to walk, "Rebecca, I'm right here!" You shout now, which she seems to hear this time because she starts to slow down until her walking comes to a complete halt... her movement is unusually slouchy, which is very unlike her. You squint your eyes, watching her, she is as still as a statue, "Rebecca?"

She turns slowly, her skin now pale, almost purple under the dull night sky - she looks... zombified. Like Billy had looked in the sauna... and like how pale you had been when you witnessed the sauna test that your newfound middle schooler friends had tried on Billy, you froze on the spot not knowing what to do because it was a situation you never expected to be in. All you could do was scream 'you're hurting him!' repeatedly until you collapsed into a sobbing mess as El forcefully lifted Billy into the air and chucked him through the window of the community pool with her powers.

In this moment you can only tremble... you don’t know what to do without Eleven, she'd protected all of you, though at first you didn’t quite understand, not until you saw that thing at the hospital - a fleshy monster made up of residents from Hawkins. Your eyes widen at the realisation as Rebecca sinisterly storms towards is you, not blinking, her skin is patterned with protruding purple veins, "R-Rebecca?" You manage to gather the strength to speak, but she doesn’t respond, "I'm - sor-."

She grabs your neck with both her hands, squeezing, which makes you gasp out an involuntary scream - her head tilts as she watches you suffer.

"Y-you - don't - havetodothis!" You gurgle, tightly grasping onto her wrists with your hands, trying to break yourself free.

Rebecca's eyes are glossy, but she is dead behind them, "Yes I do - ever since you were born you've been nothing but a misbehaving little brat... now you're going to pay - you're going to stay still and let him take you," Him? You shake your head desperately and she smiles eerily in response, "It's not going to hurt one bit - and then you'll be gone at last."

"No!" You scream violently in your sleep, only to be shaken awake by Max.

It had all been a sick, twisted, messed up dream.

You stare up at Max, confused when you see the red bruise under her eye, that’s when it all comes back to you. Billy had knocked you both out, hit you so hard you’d had such a realistic concussion dream. "Wake up," Max whispers, shaking you until you nod your head and then she moves onto Mike, who is still knocked out.

You are at the back area of Starcourt after trying to trick the Mind Flayer into thinking that Eleven was being driven away by Jonathan, Nancy, Steve, Robin and Lucas when she was actually still at the mall - you’d messed up... you admit that you’re still pretty new to this, but the three of you were so desperate to help Eleven that you hadn’t been discreet enough.

You and Max had tried to keep Billy away... convinced that you could somehow knock whatever it was out of him as he strode towards you, but you were very wrong... clearly.

You hear fireworks continuously going off, making you flinch and turn away from the sound, noticing that Eleven is not with you, "Max - she's gone, El's gone - and Billy!" You frantically stand yourself up, your legs wobble for a few moments before you let your care towards these kids that had come into your life on a horrific whim sink into you and send you running towards the loud bangs in the main area of the mall.

Terror sinks into your stomach, it gets worse with every step you get closer until you see it again, the massive fleshy monster in the middle of the mall, the monster that had tried to kill you while you sneaked from counter to counter of clothes in The Gap earlier... it was not what you expected when you told Dana after your shift there that you’d be back soon - not under these… circumstances. Neon sparks are flying off of this thing as it roars and you halt your running abruptly, your converse making a squeaking sound.

Max and Mike are on either side of you, you laugh breathlessly as the monster seems to be in pain.

You thought that you were winning against the wicked-looking evil before you...

Until, in your lower peripheral vision you can see movement… your face completely falls at the sight of Billy standing up in front of Eleven, examining the monster in a frozen state of confusion. His skin is no longer purple, sweat no longer dripping from his features and no veins can be seen. What had been left from the Mind Flayer on Billy are dark scars on his back.

The past few days seem to flash before your eyes, you’d gotten yourself so wrapped up in this new secret side of Hawkins that had been under your nose, wound yourself up in this group of people that you’d never even spoken to before at school and now was sharing traumatic life or death situations with them - you’d even held one of Nancy Wheeler's guns to try and protect the kids from the same monster at Hopper’s cabin - and Steve 'the hair' Harrington was involved in all of this?!

You’d never even had the chance to acknowledge your response to Billy's last note to you, let alone talk to him about it... and now it’s too late...

A broken sob leaves your trembling lips as one of the tentacles that had tried to kill you before shot towards Eleven, making her scream... but it doesn’t get anywhere near her because it is stopped in it's tracks by Billy, who steps forward, protecting Eleven by catching the mouth of this tentacle in his hands.

Your eyes are wide and you let out a scream. You can’t let this happen to Billy… You’d gathered that there had also been so many words left unsaid between him and Max after finding out about everything he'd gone through when you witnessed Eleven enter his childhood trauma and memories with her mind... you want to help him, need to help, "No!" You yell.

I'm crazy for doing this, even thinking it.

In a flash, you’re sprinting towards Billy and the monster. You whisper profanities under your breath and ignore Max and Mike's yelling for you to turn away... you knew that you needed to take matters into your own hands to save Billy now that you’d run out of fireworks and the monster's attention is solely on him - and besides…

it's too late to turn back now.

You try desperately to ignore the monster snarling next to you because you know that if you looked, you’d be running away from it. You just focus on the strain on Billy's face, it breaks your heart as you remember all the specific moments you’d spent together where he'd smiled at you with that smug grin, cheered for you, danced with you... even if the last time had been to piss off your sister, it felt real to you and you hoped that if you’d just had a heart to heart, that it would change everything between the two of you - that you’d understand one another.

"B-Billy," you sob while grabbing onto his arm, which is being engulfed by the fleshy monster. You then bring a hand to his cheek, "Billy - I forgive you," you stroke your thumb over his cheekbone and desperately try to pull his arms away, but you can’t... as you continue to try to save him another tentacle flings out of this monster and punctures Billy's stomach, which makes him gutturally groan.

"L-little m-iss - keg - qu- qu- you n-eed to - st-ay - aw-ay," he manages to utter those words between more groans as the monster continues to impale him with more tentacles, but you can’t move... he is trying to protect you, though nothing but anger towards this monster floods through you as it grasps Billy's life in it's tentacles... ripping him away again.

You growl, your teeth grinding together as you reach for one of the tentacles. You grab it tightly, trying to ignore the grossness of its slimy and muscly texture... you grip onto it as hard as you can and scream as you try to rip it completely away from Billy's hip but it is gripping onto him so hard that you only manage to rip a piece of the monster’s flesh away...

It makes the monster scream in anger while you scream in pain as the flesh you ripped away from the monster grips onto your skin, trying to burrow into it like a tick. It is so strong that it rips into my wrist and wriggles into you while you try with your other hand to get it off, but you can’t. After that you see it burrowing underneath your skin, wriggling inside your arm and crawling up it and hiding somewhere inside you... never to be found again, you wail in horror.

You’d fallen on the floor during your fight with this piece of the Mind Flayer, your wrist uncontrollably bleeds, creating a small puddle of blood on the floor around your hand.

Your chest is rising and falling rapidly as the Mind Flayer sends one last tentacle straight into Billy's heart. Everyone's screams can be heard, making you tear your eyes away from your bleeding wrist and the pain coming from your wound... I tried, but failed... it’s not like I have much to live for once this is over, I wish it had been me... you continue to sob uncontrollably as Billy is lifted by these tentacles and, like the monster had heard your thoughts, it faces you and you don’t even try to move away, you just stare as it towers over me, it's mouth open wide, baring it’s many layers of teeth.

You are ready for it to snap at you, for it to send a tentacle to end you, but before it could even just roar once more, the monster suddenly loses it’s footing and collapses to the ground... it almost tramples you but you shuffle away on my bum quick enough to not be suffocated to death.

It had completely sabotaged the mall and had even set it alight...

You are frozen and alone as the others hug.

You hear Billy gurgling to your side and quickly snap back to your senses by crawling towards him, broken sobs leaving your lips. He has blood splattered all over his mouth and his chest, "B-illy," You croak out as Max runs to join you by Billy’s side, "You're going to get through this, I believe in you, Billy - please!" You quote one of the notes he'd given you and place your hand on his chest, not caring that his blood is spilling onto your hand and yours is spilling on him.

Max stands over her brother and starts to shake him, "Billy - Billy, get up, please," Max pleads continuously, tears streaming down her face.

Billy continues to cough and he looks at you, his mouth tweaking upwards in pain, reminding you again of all the smiles he'd given you at the parties, in school. You hoped you’d see more of them, receive more notes from him.

You remembered your favorite night with Billy - at Tina's party, you were both drunk and he complimented your hair, then you complimented his and somehow got yourselves into a drunken 'who can flip their hair better' competition.

"Mine's swoosh-ier than yours," you bobbed your head to the sound of the music and rolled your head in circles, which made your hair sway chaotically around, hitting Billy's face, which caused him blow raspberries to try and get your hair out of his mouth.

He wiped his mouth and laughed, shaking his head at you with that priceless grin that made you hopelessly think about him all day everyday, "Not bad, little miss - it moves - nnicely and all, but I think mine adds a little m-more volume into - the mix," he slurred and brought his hand up to fiddle with his hair, he then moved his head from side to side with the biggest smile on his face.

You blushed, taking advantage of just being able to watch him having fun, "Mhm 'not bad', Hargrove," you giggled.

He cradled his forehead once he'd come to a stop, his hair was all over his face, "You know what - you win. I do not have the stomach for a second round of that," he laughed, moving his brows suggestively, which made you blush even more - and like he read your mind, he leant forward and kissed your cheek, his breath fanned your face, "'M gonna get us another drink."

You were giddy inside because he seemed so happy, like he had not a care in world - with that tweaked up smile permanently etched onto his face had…

Your mouth tweaks upwards at the memory, but it fades quickly as the dream of spending more time together outside of those stupid parties gradually fades.

Billy’s glossy eyes slowly drag away from you and he looks at Max, who is hovering over him completely now, "I'm sorry," his final words.

He stops gurgling and his body goes limp as he inhales, taking his last breath, "Billy, wake up - Billy, get up - please," Max pleads before realisation spreads across her features... he is dead.

Gone. No - I can't believe it.

You stare down at him in disbelief, "N-no," you shake your head hysterically and start to pump his chest in desperate hopes that he'd take another breath and that life would reach his eyes again.

Max watches you, also in hysteria, watching your hands move up and down on his chest... hoping, only for defeat to take over again and she breaks down, sobbing louder, "Stop! It's - no use - y-you’re only - hurting yourself."

You keep shaking your head, your tears spilling over Billy's bloodstained vest, "There - has to be a way!" You cry and suddenly feel yourself being dragged away from Billy's body by Max. She collapses onto your lap and hugs you tightly... the girl that had cut you the least amount of slack since you’d joined the friend group. You bow your head and wrap your arms around her, sobbing in each other's arms.

You can’t let go of each other after that, you both limp out of the mall and you let her lean onto you until you are made to go your separate ways by a group of firefighters. You’re now stood alone, watching all of your friends reuniting with their families, searching for your mom or Rebecca, who are nowhere to be seen. Your eyes set themselves on Eleven, who is stood alone too, searching for Hopper.

You do your best to ignore the pain and blood flowing out of your wrist by holding your other hand over the cut.

You take one last look at the mall - the neon light of the Starcourt Mall sign, the orange smoke from the fire inside merging into the sky... it looks like a nightmare, but it is real. You take one shaky breath before collapsing onto the wet concrete.

You see yourself from a third person perspective. You are levitating and being held up like Billy had been by that monster.

You are face to face with it again, only you are in Billy's exact place - it's features even scarier than the real thing. It seems to be angry with you - it wants you, but before you can scream for help from Max, anybody - a tentacle of smoke flies towards you, holding your wrist and disappearing into the cut that had been made by the flesh of the Mind Flayer before. You scream in pain as you feel nothing but it coursing through your body, and then as if to shut you up, this Mind Flayer made up of smoke sends another tentacle to your mouth.

Your arms uncontrollably fight to get away, but you feel yourself being held down. "Control her - hold her down!"

You see a bright light directly above you, at first you think you are slipping into death… then you see blurred faces with blue rubber hats and masks in nurses uniforms, they shine a torch at your eyes which snap you back to your senses and makes you blink profusely.

“We’re not sure, Ms - but we can confirm that she attempted suicide in the mall.”

"Is - is she awake?!" You hear your mom's panicked voice. She appears in your eye line, standing over you like the doctor's are.

"Your daughter has lost a lot of blood but we've got the bleeding under control," One of the doctor's above you speaks. You can’t move - they must've sedated you, "Sit down."

"No - I will not sit down - you don't understand - I have a missing daughter out there!" Your mom scolds the doctors and points out of the window in the hospital room. Rebecca is missing? Your eyes widen and the doctor's notice because they finally turn the torch off and are writing something down on the clipboard at the foot of the bed you’re tucked into.

"You have to stay, Ms - your daughter here is regaining consciousness, we may need you to ease her when she's able to talk - we can call the authorities for you about your other daughter," the doctor explains and your mom looks less than content about being advised to stay - she purses her lips, wanting to argue, "I'll get someone to call."

The doctor leaves and you and your mom are left alone in the room. Your eyes are the only things that can move, you have slight control over your wounded wrist which twitches, making the machine beside your bed beep. The sudden sound attracts the attention of your mom, she notices that you’re looking at her and walks towards your bed - you expect her, for once, to be relieved that you’re with her, and alive.

"Do you see what you've done to me?! What you've done to this family?!" She scolds you, towering over the bed so that you can see nothing but her disappointed and distressed face, she looks dishevelled, her hair messy and damp, her eyes are surrounded by dark rings from not sleeping, "Becky went out looking for you days ago - since your shift at Starcourt and hasn't come back," she sobs angrily and you manage to open your mouth, making a strained noise, "She - went to that trailer park - to see if you were there and she hasn't called - neither has your father," she spits out each word so harshly and so quickly that you can hardly keep up, her tears falling onto your face, "My Becky," she sobs.

What if the dream I had earlier was true?

If it was, you already knew that Rebecca was most likely flayed, like Billy and Heather - Mr and Mrs Holloway and Mrs Driscoll. And what about dad? The thought of your dream being true, your eyes turn glossy and tears start to form in the corner of your eyes. Strained noises leave your mouth, they can’t just burst out because you don’t have the physical strength.

"It's all your fault," your mom sobs, pointing her finger at you, nothing but hatred in her eyes when she looks at you... she is right, it is. If you didn't already feel aching guilt before, you definitely feel it now, especially since there had been this underlying adrenaline you felt during this entire experience... after being locked in your bedroom for a month and being confined by your mom's strict rules.

It was terrible, it was scary, but you also felt free in a situation that led to so many people's deaths... including those close to you, those you love.

Your wrist starts to throb from from under your skin as you hear a gravelly, sinister voice in your head while yours flutter shut: 'They're dead and it's all your fault, little miss thief'.

⇝ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 ⎈ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆!!!!! 𝐈𝐭'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 <𝟑

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ‘𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲’ 𝐨𝐫 ’𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧’ 𝐭𝐚𝐠-𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰!

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𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

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⎈

[eddiebanishedmunson]

Hello 🤗 how are you?

I’m doing great!

How about you, my friend?

[londonfog-chan]

Do you have a valentine by chance, sweetheart?

- Eddie 🦇

Eddie Munson if this is your way to ask to be my valentine you know the answer is yes 🥺❤️

[pedgito]

Just know Eddie is the type to finger you and have you cum all over his fingers and rings right before going to Hellfire so he has you on his rings the whole night

Saddled up like this the entire night and no one knows your little secret except you and him. Someone dig my grave now, thanks.

[spicysix]

🦇 eddie's pet demobat - send me this emoji + a fic or fanwork you'd like to show some love to! make the authors/artists happy and give us readers and enjoyers something to appreciate. you can also rec your own work of course! ♡

eddie munson x fallen angel!reader this is a really special trope to me and I just think it's so cute

OH MY GOD, IT IS SO CUTE 😭😭😭 ohhh I love angels!AUs and this was so soft! I love the little headcanon format

and Eddie's confession at the end!!?? shut up he's adorable I can't stand him 🤧🤧

[loveshotzz]

Only 3 parts? Is it greedy to ask for 4? Please? Picture Steve's pouty face.

I was gonna make a small little announcement later this week that it’s actually probably gonna be four 🙈 I don’t think I can wrap it up by part 3. It’s kind of taking a mind of its own right now.

[munsonthemisfit]

Im a dude but i dont mind as long as someones fingers end up in somebody:) -🦇

I like dudes too, so. Fingers for all.

[munsons-maiden]

I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW ITTTTTT !!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNEW EDDIE WAS GONNA SING TO HER 😩😩😩

(actually i was kind of expecting it but i'm so HAPPY it's actually gonna happen i could CRY)

- 🦇

It NEEDED to happen 🖤