You Stick Your Fingers In My Cage... My Pitch Black Cage. You Feel Something Cold And Wet...you Retract

you stick your fingers in my cage... my pitch black cage. you feel something cold and wet...you retract your fingers and to your horror you realize i painted your nails! :) i hope you like them

Love will tear us apart// part one 

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader 

Warnings: Angst, enemies to lovers, slow burn, mentions of trauma

Summary: Eddie convinced himself that he hates the girl that took over his mind the moment he laid eyes on her. The girl that he saved without even knowing it. 

*not proofread

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His gaze was burning into your skin, making you shift in discomfort. He was on the other side of the room and yet he managed to make you uncomfortable, even from a distance.

Clenching your jaw, you put your sandwich down and lift your head to look at him, huffing in annoyance.

Sitting at his usual table, Eddie ignores the little banter between his friends, instead he looks at you with narrowed eyes, his gaze burns with hatred as he sizes you up from the other side of the room, he doesn’t turn away even when your eyes find his, he just continues to stare at you.

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Season 3 of obx better bring me more Topper fics. Idc that he's a classist, privileged white boy. I'm tryna smash

There's something about our incompatibility that I wanna explore

heheh i figured it out + so much more and already started the 'how things are in that world part 1 :' chapter 🤫🤫🤫

+ i loveeeee crossovers and modern aus so i'm gonna be reaalllll extra with it !

i'm talking : groupchat names + who's in them , social media accounts , everybody's relationships with everybody, etc. - ooooh prepare to be so tired of me !! 🤭🤭

HELPPP for my euphoria x stranger things au should i make steve graduated and a year older than the older hawkins teens like canon or seniors with them 😪😪😪

AND if he's graduated, should i have it as he's still working at family video or in college with mckay and just working part-time with robin🤫

UPDATING SOON I PROMISE BBY 😽🫶🏾

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲?

“ 𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒐! 𝒊 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒕 ! “

synopsis : reader is an individual with powers she doesn’t quite understand. she’s overcome with despair of her and her friends’ failure and her boyfriend eddie’s “death”. so in a fit of rage, her powers go beserk, and she accidentally turns the town of hawkins into a collection of her favorite sitcoms.

stranger things x wandavision au!

eddie munson x reader

chapter 1: 2 days later

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A Helping Hand

Eddie Munson x fem!reader [1.7k] based off of this tiktok I happened to come across.

Eddie had been sitting with his hand on the back of the diner bench for at least twenty minutes now.

It was awful, his hand felt clammy, his palm was stuck to the old vinyl and he couldn’t stop his fingers from tapping out random beats, plucking at invisible strings every time you moved.

That was the problem, you see? You were beside him - a bold choice, Eddie had thought to himself with an aching chest, as he slid into the bench beside you rather than across - and he didn’t know what else he was supposed to do about it.

It had taken the boy almost three weeks to build up the courage to ask you out, and now that he’d gotten you here, he wasn’t really sure you were even aware it was a date. Because you’d both been sitting with Steve and Robin, a casual affair in Steve’s backyard with a fire going and a joint to share.

Steve had nudged him too many times and Robin's eyes were wide and insistent as she looked from him to you and back again - all unbeknownst to yourself, of course.

Then the day turned to evening, the fire dwindled out and suddenly none of you were feeling as floaty as you had. Not as brave either, because when Eddie looked at the way you were stretched out on a blanket on Harrington’s yard, skin kissed with the sun from the day and a sweater that wasn’t your own pulled down over your hands, he didn’t feel as confident anymore.

But Steve had yawned, a terribly fake noise that had Eddie rolling his eyes and the boy stretched, slapping Eddie on the back of the head with a well aimed palm.

“Ask her, you idiot,” he’d hissed under his breath and Jesus Christ almighty, Eddie hated his friends.

So he’d turned to you at the last minute, just before you were about to head in the other direction and walk down the street back to your own house. Eddie called out, voice a little too sharp and too high and god, he was panicking. But he asked you if you wanted to grab some food and he didn’t even mention the word ‘date’, he just blinked and then you were in the front seat of his van, looking far too pretty to be there.

It was all a bit of a blur, really.

‘Cause Eddie had liked you for a while, a long time, actually. Almost a year. He’d met you through Robin, held his breath when he realised you didn’t have a crush on Steve like all the other girls and then one day after work, you showed up at the arcade with the kids and the rest of the gang in a Dio t-shirt, and well, the boy was a goner.

And Eddie knew how to flirt, okay? He did. He was charming and charismatic and he always made his friends laugh. He saw the way the cheerleaders looked at him when their boyfriends were too busy playing basketball, he saw the fluttered lashes and the roaming gazes, the way their cheeks flushed and their lips twisted when he gave them a smile and a wink.

But this was different because it was you and oh my god, Eddie really cared about what you thought of him. He liked the way you tilted your head to the side when you listened to him ramble, he loved the way your nose scrunched when you laughed. And when you were tired, he could always tell, ‘cause you’d play with your earring and seek him out, always eager to push your cheek to his shoulder and slip into the background of whatever chaos the kids had pulled you into.

Eddie adored it. He adored you.

You made his stomach jump with nerves, his heart thump and thud against his ribcage until he felt like his bones rattled everytime you walked into the room.

Which is why he was having a really hard time with the way you were nestled into the nook of his body, toying with the last few fries on your plate as you spoke about work and how you hated your boss. Your shoulder was pressed to his chest and his arm was a ghost around the vinyl bench, just shy of wrapping around you.

That’s all he wanted to do. Sure, he’d thought sinfully indecent things of you, especially when he was alone at night and he couldn’t help but wrap his hand around his hard length to tug at himself while he whispered your name. But then he’d see you the next day in a cute little sundress and goddamn, he’d be a blushing mess. Harrington had every right to laugh at him, he was a wreck of a man because of you.

Putting his arm around your shoulders would be enough.

It was obvious to others, to the outsiders looking in, how they easily saw the way you gazed up at the boy, eyes adoring, smile sticky with fondness. They watched how you leaned into him when he spoke, how you traced the curves of his lips, the lines of his jaw and nose with your gaze as told you a story that had you enraptured.

But maybe Eddie was too oblivious to it, too shy to properly look, maybe too caught up in the way he was staring at you to see how you looked at him.

Maybe that’s why he never noticed Max at the table behind you both, the redhead squeezed into an adjoining booth with Lucas, El and Dustin, all four of them whispering and snickering into milkshakes of every flavour.

You were talking softly about how you needed to close up at work tomorrow, how you hated doing it alone because the nights were getting darker and your car was still in the shop. You were so warm, pressed into his side like you couldn’t get close enough, looking up at him through your lashes until you heard, until you felt the way the boy’s breath got stuck in his chest.

Eddie gripped the bench behind you a little tighter and cleared his throat.

“I could, uh, I could pick you up if you wanted,” he told you, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip a little nervously. “Give you a ride home?”

You smiled, nose scrunched, eyes bright and Eddie melted.

“Yeah?” You asked him, shoulder nudging under his own a little more. You were wedged into his side, dying for him to pull you closer. “You’d do that?”

Eddie would do anything for you, didn’t you know?

“Sure I would, sweetheart,” he quipped, pushing at the straw in his empty glass. His hand was still on the seat behind you and his heart was still hammering. Could you hear it? Could you feel it? “Just let me know what time.”

You smiled, like you had a secret, like there was something Eddie didn’t know and he felt like absolute mush when you looked up at him with it, lashes kissing in the corners of your eyes, lips rosy, pretty as a fucking picture.

“Why don’t you come a little earlier?” You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, tugged at the hem of your dress and god, Eddie wondered, could you be nervous too? “It’s quiet before close, and there’s this book I’ve been meaning to show you. I think you’d like it.”

“Yeah?” Eddie swore the sun outside shone a little brighter. It was almost eight thirty and the sky was black but Eddie could feel the warmth of summer on his face when you smiled at him like that.

Maybe it was magic. Maybe it was just you.

“Yeah,” you grinned, popping the last fry in your mouth and pushing back into his arm, hinting, hoping, wishing. “S’got something to do with elves, a hidden kingdom and a lot of swords.”

“Sounds like my kind of party,” Eddie agreed and his voice was so much softer than it needed to be but you were pushed up against him and you smelled real good, like peaches and brown sugar.

If Steve was here, he’d be on the floor laughing at him. He was sure he was pink in the cheeks, curls messy with the way he kept running his hands through them.

And then.

And then.

He felt a small hand grab the sleeve of his leather jacket, making him jump and look back. Eddie finally spotted his small friends, the little redhead grinning at him with knowing eyes as she lifted his arm and coaxed it over your shoulder.

Fucking Mayfield.

Eddie panicked, let out a quiet swear but then you were leaning against him, eyes as wide as his own but so happy to push yourself into his embrace a little further.

His arm drooped, relaxing over the curve of your shoulder and god, it felt like he could finally breathe again. He smiled down at you, cheeks rosy, lips twisted prettily to hide his grin and Eddie wanted to turn around a buy the younger girl the biggest slice of cake the diner had.

But he didn’t want to move - couldn’t, not even if he tried. You were a lovely, warm weight against him, hair tickling his chin as you kept up your chatter of books you thought he would like. And Eddie listened to every word, smiling fondly at each suggestion, humming happily when you looked up at him for an answer.

And just when the boy thought he couldn't win any more prizes, you pushed your now empty plate away and took his other hand that was laying on the table in your own. You held it like it was what you normally did, like his touch wasn’t setting your heart on fire and you bit back a grin when you saw Eddie’s eyes widened, when he inhaled a little too sharply.

But you kept talking, sweet and soft, just for him, your fingers mapping out the nooks and crannies of each of his rings, warm palm, guitar string scars on each fingertip. Eddie let you, mesmerised by your touch, by how much smaller your hand was compared to his own.

The arm around your shoulder only pulled you closer.