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Trailer Park Pretty | Eddie Munson

A/N: I had so many concept ideas for this specific fic, but i present to you hurt/comfort friends to lovers with our nerd king. Also as usual my reader is coded, and in this specific fic she leans towards being black coded w big curly hair, and one last thing, before anyone tries to pull the ‘well its obv ab a white reader bc white ppl live in trailer parks’, i just KNOW you’ve never been to the south bc there’s hella black/brown trailer parks down there…like bitch don’t play w me. ALSO this is fanon…so for the sake of this spcific fic dustin and susie arent together lmao

Summary:  “A girl like that? She’s what you call trailer park pretty, she gets it from her mama, she’s gonna have a guy from every corner of the park and beyond after her-you just gotta be the one to get her attention and treat her right cause there’s gonna be a lot of them that won’t.”

Warnings: angst, mentions of domestic abuse/parent in an abusive relationship (brief, not graphic), mentions of a deceased father (i give my y/n’s trauma im sorry), mentions of insecurity, eldest sister who takes care of her family instead of herself, mentions of cornography (dirty magazines, sci-fi based corn, Eddie’s Heavy metal magazines), spelling and grammar errors, brief mentions of sex, mentions of mary jane, mentions of absent parental figures, mentions of trauma, violence (broken bottles, cuts/scrapes, and a cast iron skillet, broken/shattered hands) - nothing happens to the main characters

Word Count: 11.5k

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

(so totally very much in love)

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stranger things x jennifer’s body!au

eddie munson x reader, cirice (oc x reader)

future warnings: cursing, sexual references, mentiom of a possible mommy kink 🫤, drugging, alcohol, blood and gore , murder (like in this chapter 😭), graphic depictions of murder, unnerving reader - future , manipulation , complete change in behavior for reader, nancy from the craft except here her name is cirice, reader wears glasses for the time being, the girls from the craft, let me know if i forgot any!

word count: 5.1k

chapter 2, chapter 3

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hawkins high school | november 18, 1985 | 12:07 p.m.

the loud chatter of the cafeteria fills your ears before you even walk in. as you and robin were chatting about god knows what, dustin spotted the two of you and waved.

you two waved back, before turning to each other and finishing your conversation with each other, getting ready to go to your respective tables. “alright rob, you’ll be in chem today, right?”

“yeah, thanks for letting me borrow your homework again, i’ll slip it into your bag when we get there.” she said, walking towards her table.

as you turned to do the same however, where you could previously see the hellfire table, you were now met with the sight of nancy’s wide eyes right in front of you as if she had just spawned there.

“oh! hey nancy. you scared me. again.” you slightly jumped back, mumbling that last part.

“hey! sorry, i know we talked about that, but i just wanted to ask you something real quick!” she smiled warmly, which meant she wanted you to do something

it’s not that nancy was ever anything but kind to you any other time, in fact you two were pretty good friends considering what you’d been through together the past few years. it’s just that whenever she was too nice, as if you were an aquaintance that she didn’t know too well, it usually meant that she wanted you to do something for her.

“if this is about newspaper club, i already told fred that i’m not covering the beekeeping club again after last month’s disaster-“ you started to ramble.

her eyebrows furrowed confusedly at the mention of bees. “no, no. you’re still on for taking pictures of the football team this month,- which, thank you for that by the way- it’s just that i actually had something else for you this week.” she said excitedly.

“oh. what is it?” you asked suspiciously

“there’s this up and coming band coming to hawkins this weekend? called the uh- “hex girls”- do you know them?- and they’re going to be at the hideout on friday, and i was wondering if you could go over and get some pictures of them performing ? maybe a short interview about them coming to hawkins?” she asked clasping her hands together.

“yeah i know of them, their music’s pretty good but,nance, i’m not even in the journalism club.” you raised your eyebrows.

you really weren’t though. you were in the photography club, and had been since freshman year. you and jonathan had been the club’s best photographers but once he left it was mostly you. occasionally someone from the club would be sent on little side tasks with a member of the journalism club to go take pictures while they conducted interviews. so the clubs were basically joint.

“and why would i have to do the interview? someone from journalism can’t come with me?” you asked confusedly. still trying to hide your shock at one of your favorite bands being in hawkins.

“i mean you’re pretty much an honorary member.” she tried, as you deadpanned at her. “okay, fine. everyone’s really busy with their articles and interviews for all the winter sports teams and the clubs, and nobody has time to really go check it out. and then i remembered, ‘hey, my dear and greatest friend, y/n, is a great photographer and she’s great with people and-‘“

“okay, i’ll go if you stop sucking up.” you cut her off. “what do i ask them though?” you asked, adjusting your glasses.

“great! you’re the best. just ask them what brought them to a town like hawkins, how’s it feel to be on the road to stardom, things like that okay.” she said, thanking you once again, and heading back to the club room.

“alrighty then! great chat nance.” you muttered to yourself, finally walking to the hellfire club table.

“hey guys.” you said, greeting them, as you took your seat next to gareth.

as they all greeted you, mike spoke up.

“what did nancy want?”

“oh, she just told me that i’m covering the interview and pictures for this band coming to hawkins this week. which by the way eddie, you’re coming with me.” you explained, before emphasizing eddie’s name, getting his attention from where he was throwing food back and forth with jeff.

“huh? what did i do?” he said, glaring at jeff as a pretzel smacked him in the face.

“you’re coming with me to the hex girls gig on friday!” you beamed.

“says who??” he raised his eyebrows.

“me. because i’m not going alone, you’re my best friend, and did i mention i’m not going alone?” you kept the wide smile on your face.

“try asking robin or steve?” dustin inquired.

“nah they have to work that night. and their music freaks her out. steve too, so-“ the conversation then divided between eddie, jeff, and gareth, talking about some comic that had just come out, and you , dustin , lucas , and mike talking about the multitude of things that freak robin out.

hawkins high school | friday november 22, 1985 | 2:05 p.m.

you placed the last of your books into your locker, grabbed eddie’s jacket, getting ready to go, before slamming it, and meeting his eyes as he previously stood behind the door.

“so, are you sure you’re excited for tonight?” you asked him, handing it to him, (because he doesn’t like going all the way to his own locker, so he leaves some of his stuff in yours.) as you two began walking to the doors and out towards the parking lot. because, you were able to get him to say yes, it took a lot of convincing, but in the end you usually got what you wanted from him, and vice versa.

“i guess, what’s the name again?”

“the hex girls”

“wait a second- isn’t that the group where you were practically creaming over the lead singer?” he asked smugly.

“yes! cirice is so hot it isn’t even funny.” you asked holding you print folders to your chest, gushing about her.

eddie had remembered you practically screaming in the sam goody at starcourt over the summer, when you saw their newest vinyl “the craft” sitting pretty on one of the shelves. the album was pretty good from what he remembered of it, so he wasn’t dreading going.

“well make sure you wear something cute, maybe she’ll even take you in as her own personal groupie.” he joked, nudging your shoulder. eddie was unsurprisingly, super supportive about your bisexuality, (which would be pretty hypocritical of him anyways, given the amount of men he’s made out with at the hideout) his first question being ‘would you fuck a girl version of me though? her name’d be edwina!’

“geez, i don’t know eddie, what if she doesn’t even speak to me! i mean i’m already nervous enough. what if they don’t let me take pictures? what if they turn me away? nancy’ll be pissed, and i promise you eddie, i’ve seen some scary shit but an angry nancy wheeler is not something i want to deal with!” you rambled as you both neared your car that was parked right next to his van, taking his words seriously.

“woah, okay. chill out y/n/n. i was just kidding, they won’t turn you away, they’ll let you do that interview, and then you and cirice will have an amazing night of passionate love-making after the show and everyone will live happily ever after!” he joked, eyes sparkling mischievously, as he pushed your glasses up your nose.

you deadpanned at him as you turned to put your things into your car as he continued talking.

“i mean, come on! what rockstar wouldn’t want to bang you? i certainly did, and i think it’s safe for me to say that it was the best sex i’d ever had!” he exclaimed obnoxiously, biting his lip, leaning on your car.

“you’re exaggerating, eddie. and it was the only sex you’d ever had. still is, weirdo!” you exclaimed, voice muffled as you dug around in your car, organizing your things.

“oh, come on! there was no exaggeration in the way i was like-“ he stopped, before looking around, deciding to put on a show.

“oh, fuck y/n! r-right there baby! yes! oh my gosh i’m gonna cum! fuck-yeah, like that! harder! more momm-” he was fake grinding and moaning onto the driver’s side of his van, making it shake exaggeratedly, before he burst into hysterics, when he heard the loud thump of your head, slamming into the roof of your car, before you came out with a stunned look on your face, quickly trying to shush him.

“eddie, what the hell! shut up, do you want someone to hear your ass!” you exclaimed, throwing a hand over his mouth.

“and you did not call me mommy!” you laughed, rolled your eyes.

“i almost did! and, details! whatever! you take your cute ass home and find something to wear, while i go home and continue working on next week’s campaign until it’s time for me to come get you.” he exclaimed, yelping as you slapped his ass, as he got into his van.

“yeah, whatever! see you later ed.” you called back, before he drove off.

hawkins, indiana | eddie’s van -> the hideout | 8:50 p.m.

eddie had picked you up about 15 minutes ago, you both now on your way to the hideout. eddie thought it’d be a good idea to “pregame” and listen to some music on the way there, to calm your nerves, but you were to indulged in going over the questions you would ask.

“so what brings you to a town like hawkins? how does it feel to be- no! ugh that sounds so stupid.” you muttered to yourself.

“alright we’ll be there in like 30 seconds, so can you stop worrying? you’re stressing me out and i don’t even plan on talking to them.” he chuckled. “hey, why don’t you tell me their names again, huh?”

“okay so there’s cirice, the lead singer. alice is the drummer, cora’s the lead guitarist, and scarlett is their pianist.” you explained listing them off.

“see how that worked? we’re here and you aren’t panicking anymore! now come on ms. reporter in training! it’s time to go meet the love of your life.” he joked, as you both got out of the van and towards the entrance.

once inside it was more packed in there than you two had ever seen it. it shocked you both honestly.

“i’ve never seen it so packed in here!” you exclaimed to him over the loud chatter

“i guess your girls are pretty popular! even in a hick town like hawkins!” he replied as you two passed the bar to find a table close enough to the stage.

you two were so immersed in conversation, that you didn’t even notice the three girls eyeing you as you passed.

“what about her?” alice asked.

“who? the one with the glasses? she’s cute.” scarlett cooed.

“scarlett it doesn’t matter if she’s fuckin’ cute it matters if she’s a- well you know.” cirice hissed at her.

“geez sorry! and she’s with that dude with the hair, anyways.”

“so?”

“so. they’re probably dating.” she said as they all looked back at the two of you.

you and eddie had finally found an empty booth, and sat across from each other. eddie was just minding his business, looking around until he heard you gasp loudly, and started kicking him under the table.

“wha- ow! what is it?!”

“i just made direct, eye contact with cirice!” you gasped, staring at him with wide eyes.

“really, where is she?”

“by the bar- but don’t make it obvious!” you hissed, looking at him.

“yeah, yeah. blue eyes, black hair right?” he asked remembering that poster from your room, when you nodded

he nonchalantly started to scan the area, until his eyes found a pair of blue ones coming right towards the pair of you.

“umm she’s actually-“

a new voice made you both freeze. “hi, i hope you don’t mind, but i noticed that camera around your neck! my name is cirice, are you here for the local newspaper?

shock. that’s what you felt right now. as well as eddie. you were brought out of it however by eddie now kicking you in the shin, looking at you pointedly.

“m-my name’s y/n! wait that’s not what you asked me was it..- i mean i’m not for the hawkins post, just my little highschool newspaper, and i was wondering if i could get some pictures of you guys performing? and to maybe get a small interview from you guys?” you rambled shooting out of the booth, to stand in front of cirice.

eddie watched in amusement, eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of you as you conversed. he finally tuned back in however when you froze when she took your hands in hers and started talking again.

“well we’re about to start now, but i’ll come talk to you after about that interview ‘kay? and you can take as many pictures as you want, sweetheart.” she said winking, squeezing your hands before walking towards the stage.

“oh my gosh, someone call an ambulance she’s going into cardiac arrest!” eddie joked standing in her place, as he waved his hands past your frozen face.

“she held my hands, she called me sweetheart! eddie what does that mean, tell me?!” grabbing his arm and shaking him back and forth frantically.

“i don’t- i don’t know y/n! jesus, what are ya’ shaking me around for?!” he said annoyed, pushing you off.

as the show started and went on, you were like sonic, going to different parts of the bar, getting individual shots of each of them doing their thing, group shots, and the crowds reaction. at some points going back to where eddie was sat, trying to get him to sing along to the songs, before getting back to work.

towards the end of their last song you snapped a few more pictures before going to sit back down next to eddie in the booth.

“you’re the worst, you know that?” he mumbled as you took his drink and downed half of it.

“hey, running around like that isn’t easy! i’ve gotta get the good angles, you know.” sighing as you slumped against him.

“whatever, that cora girl’s guitar is cool as fuck!” he exclaimed pointing at the lead guitarist playing the last few chords to end the song.

you two continued talking as people started to clear out of the building for the night, while some others sat around trying to get one last drink from the bar, you and eddie now sitting at it as well.

“your girl is making her way back to us..” he sing-songed trying not to make it obvious.

“do i look okay?”

“you look the exact same way that you did, the first time she came around.” he chuckled, taking a long sip of his drink.

“have i ever told you that you’re no help?” you said blankly, pulling out your compact mirror.

“only about 9 or 10 times a week. sometimes a day if i’m lucky.” he said fixing your glasses which he always did, usually following behind it with a - ‘why are your glasses alway crooked, girl?’ or ‘are your glasses ever straight?’

“5 o’clock” he whispered to you, making you both turn around to greet her again. but with slight surprise on your faces when you saw the other three members of the hex girls standing there as well.

“hi! again! did you change your mind? about the interview i mean. because it’s really okay if you did, i wouldn’t want to waste your guys’ time.” you started to get into a ramble, making eddie sigh and put his hands in his face at your over-thinking.

“n-no, i actually do want to do it still! it’s just that i wanted to ask you something first?” she stammered out quickly making the girls behind her snicker to themselves at her.

however a pointed glare at them made them and eddie all turn to each other with wide eyes and start a conversation, giving you two privacy.

“well i was actually telling them about the interview, and they all agreed. but we’re having a cute little after party and wanted to invite you! so i was actually wondering if it’d be okay if we did it there?“ she rambled on, which threw you for a loop honestly. she seemed so confident earlier when you had spoke.

“y-yeah! that’d be great! eddie and i have never been to an after-party before! it sounds like a lot of fun!” you exclaimed, looking over to eddie who was talking animatedly with cora, maybe about her guitar, you figured.

in your few seconds of looking away from her though, you completely missed the way her smile dropped, and the almost.. angry? look on her face.

“e-eddie? he can’t come!” she snapped suddenly! making your head quickly snap back over to her, at her sudden change in tone. however her facial expression didn’t match what she’d said at all.

“i’m sorry?” you said confusedly, wondering if you had imagined it.

“oh i mean, it’s just that our after parties are usually just a girls only type of thing… if you know what i mean.” she said slowly.

“oh!” oh. there’s no way she meant what you’d thought she meant, right? no. right?

“why? is he your boyfriend or something?” cirice asked blankly, looking over at him briefly.

“oh no, no. eddie’s my bestfriend! i had to practically beg him to come tonight, actually!” you chuckled, making her smile again.

“so you’ll come?” she said sweetly.

“let me just go talk to him real quick? i just want to make sure he’s alright with it.” you said starting to back towards him.

“of course, we’ll be in the parking lot.” she said with a warm smile, though it seemed a little strained.

as you neared eddie and cora, who seemed to have long finished their conversation, and were just standing around at this point, eddie’s eyes lit up at the sight of you before saying something to her and she walked away.

“hey, cirice just-“

“invited you to a super exclusive, girls only after-party right? yeah i know.” he smirked.

“are you sure? i can ask again if you can come.” in all honesty you had felt a little nervous to be around them alone, and another feeling lingered but you couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

“y/n/n, y/n/n..” he tsked in disappointment. “this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.” he started, throwing his arm around you, guiding you to the parking lot.

“you’re like, practically in love with this girl, and you may never forgive yourself if you don’t go. so here’s what we do.” he brought you towards his van, shrugging off his leather jacket and throwing it to you.

“now give me yours.” he demanded, leaning against it.

“why..?” you asked, shrugging your own jacket off nonetheless, and handing it to him.

“so then you’ll feel like i’m there with you, i guess! make you less nervous or something.” he looked at you before sighing.

“great! now!” he exclaimed dramatically, clearing his throat before leaning in close and saying- “ask me the question!”

“…how do i look?” you mumbled, staring at him with your eyebrows raised.

“absolutely amazing. as always.” he said seriously, with his hands on your shoulders. “anybody would be lucky to get any type of chance with you.”

“aw, you’re being such a sap, eddie!” you joked. “but thank you.”

“yeah, yeah. whatever! now get out of here, cirice looks like she’s about 10 seconds away from stabbing me in the heart with one of those dagger earrings.” he shuddered, turning you around and pushing you towards the girls.

“have fun! just call me when you’re ready to go home, alright?” he yelled from his van, beeping twice before peeling out of the parking lot.

he watched from his side-view mirror as your body got smaller, you still waving at him, the further the distance put between you two, a weird feeling in his stomach, but quickly brushing it off as he turned his music up, and started obnoxiously singing along to the metallica song playing.

hawkins, indiana | the hex girl’s van | 10:38 p.m.

you sat in the back of the van with cora and scarlett conversing with them as alice drove to wherever the after party was, with cirice in the passenger seat barking directions at her.

“you guys are really into the whole occult thing huh?” you chuckled, picking up a book with the word “witches” written in bold letters and red font with a just as red hexagram underneath it on the cover.

“mhm, i guess you can say that.” cora agreed, making scarlett laugh in agreement.

“so…” scarlett started, her and cora trying to throw popcorn into each other’s mouths, and finally succeeding before alice made a sharp turn, causing cora to cough hysterically.

“you and that guy. he your boyfriend?” she asked with a chuckle, as you roughly clapped cora on the back, trying to help her.

“oh, eddie! nope! he’s my best friend!” you beamed, patting cora’s back softly now as she thanked you meekly before harshly kicking the back of alice’s seat.

“must you drive like a psycho?! i could’a died just now!”

“well, tell cirice to quit yellin’ at me! she’s putting a lot of pressure on me right now, okay! it’s dark-“

as the two of them continued to yell back and forth, with cirice now yelling over the both of them to shut up, but to no avail.

scarlett recorded them with the video camera you’d brought along, as you both laughed at their antics. she suddenly turned it onto you, getting real close to your face before mimicking a nescaster voice saying-

“now. the question of the night is…..ahem, drumroll please if you will?” she stopped midway to ask you. you quietly ‘ohing’ before patting your hands on your thighs rhythmically, as she got back to it.

“ah, yes! as i was saying, the question of the night is….“ she started back in the newscaster voice before, asking in her normal voice, “are you a virgin?”

you laughed loudly expecting that to have been a joke, before realizing, that you were the only one laughing, in fact, you were the only one making any type of noise, because once you stopped, you could practically hear a pin drop in the small van. the only sounds being the sounds of their instrument cases moving back and forth with every slight bump. it felt as though they had all been waiting for an answer.

“oh.. you’re serious! uhhh. well…yeah, i am, actually.”

now you weren’t one of those girls, who lied about losing your virginity to impress people or anything, or in this case, lie about having not lost it yet. but hear me out! even some of your closest friends still thought you were a virgin! save for robin (and of course eddie), and even still robin didn’t even know who you’d lost it too! besides it wasn’t anyones business anyways, so you telling that tiny little fib was harmless. right?

“ha! i fucking knew it scar! you better pay up!” alice squealed from the drivers seat.

“really? huh, i guess i’ll take that one!” scarlett laughed, ignoring alice.

“you guys are bitches you know that?” cora groaned, shaking her head, while you looked on in confusion.

“oh no, no no! we aren’t making fun of you or anything y/n! i swear! it’s just that, scarlett here swore up and down that you were one of those undercover freaks or something, that’s done every sexual thing under the sun.” alice rolled her eyes.

“yeah! i was just like you once, so i just kinda figured is all.” scarlett said bashfully.

“and like i said earlier, ‘just because you’re a “shy slut”, doesn’t mean every other shy person is!” she teased her.

as the two start insulting each other back and forth, you giggled, before noticing cirice, who was oddly quiet during that conversation, sharply whisper something to cora making her jerk back, before cowering and sitting next to you.

“sorry about them. they’re weirdos.” she meekly said, before offering you a can of beer, that you accepted.

“oh you’re good! i figured it was just girl talk, you know? i mean i am kinda curious about that slut story, but! i mind my business!” you both laughed, her watching you closely as you took a long chug from the can, a slightly pitying expression on her face.

“gosh, it feels like we’ve been driving forever! are we almost there yet?” you asked, feeling antsy from having been sat down in the vehicle for so long.

“yeah, we’re almost there. if alice could follow instructions, we could’ve probably been there!” cirice spoke up after god knows how long.

“hmm”

after a few about 30 seconds, you leaned your head against the side of the van, groaning.

“you alright, back there?“ alice asked.

“y-yeah… actually no, could you pull over for a sec, i think i’m about to hurl..” you groaned holding your head in your hands.

“don’t worry we’re almost there.” cora guided your head to her lap gently.

“yeah, just close your eyes….it’ll all be okay soon sweetheart.” you thought you’d imagined scarlett saying that last part, being with how far away she sounded, but before you could ask her to repeat herself, everything went black.

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finally blinking your eyes open, it was still dark, so you figured it was night time. you could tell eddie’s jacket wasn’t on you anymore, being that the once chilly november air was freezing now. you tried to sit up so you could look around, but not only were your eyes still completely blurred, but you couldn’t sit up at all either. you hesrd voices around you talking however, so you at least knew you weren’t alone.

“hello? what’s going on? where the hell am i?”

“oh! you’re awake, thank goodness!” scarlett exclaimed, bounding over to you, and standing over you to rxamine your face.

“sc-scarlett what’s going on, why can’t i move?” you said becoming more coherent, jerking around, once you realized that you were, restrained to what felt like a smooth rock.

“well, we’re about to-“ she was cut off by cirice’s sharp yell.

“shut up, scarlett! jesus! quit talking to the damn sacrifice and come help alice with this shit!” she demanded

“you’re no fun, ‘rice! duty calls y/n, see ya!”

“wait! sacrifice?! this is a joke right? right?! what the hell is this?! let me go! 

“shhh, shhh it’s okay honey, seriously. you have no clue how grateful for you we are, for volunteering to do this for us. it might actually work this time, so just don’t think about it too much, ‘kay?” she said calmly, all while standing behind you, trying to calm you down.

“i didn’t volunteer for shit, i need you to let me go, cirice please!” you tried to say calmly until you saw the sharp butterfly knife shining in the moonlight in her hands.

“noo, no, no, no. you want. me to let you go! and even then that’s not really what you want, or else you wouldn’t be here… right?” she said, leaning down closer over your face, her inverted cross necklace dangling over your forehead. looking at you upside down, as she gently glided the knife over your cheek.

you started to sob, realizing that she wasn’t really listening to you. “don’t do this! please! i won’t say anything if you let me go! i mean who would even believe me if i d-did! i’m just a girl, from some small town anyw-ways, please!”

cirice just patted your face and walked away to get her book, reading over it to make sure she memorized the spell to the t.

“alright! come on ladies let’s start this, already!” alice said walking over, putting the hood of the long black cloaks they were wearing on her head.

“yeah, i really feel like it might work this time.” scarlett, beamed standing over you as well. “cora, cheer up a little would you?”

“i just don’t understand why we have to do this! it hasn’t worked any of the other times, and we’ve been killing virgins for no reason for months now!” she said, over your loud sobs and pleads.

“are you trying to say that the practice is fake?” cirice snapped at her.

“no! but maybe we’re doing it wrong! i just feel-

“i’m not a virgin! wait! please! i-i-i-i’m not! i swear!” you attenpted to yell out, choking on your sobs.

thankfully they all heard you though. you didn’t get the reaction you were expecting though, which was for all of them to start laughing (except for cora) as if you’d told a funny joke.

“come onn. you expect us to believe that? you just said in the van that you were.” alice laughed.

“i was lying! please! i won’t tell a soul about this! just-“

“someone cover her mouth at least?” cora said, relenting, putting on her hood as well. knowing that they definitely weren’t going to back out now.

“no! no stop-“ your pleas were cut off by some cloth being stuffed into your mouth, muffling your screams.

“alright what’s the chant for this one again?” alice asked.

“you seriously forgot?!” scarlett rolled her eyes.

“it’s been months! was i supposed to remember?” she argued back.

“shut up! here it is. and pay attention because it’s not like our other ones.”

“we come here tonight, to sacrifice the body of y/n from hawkins, indiana.”

your muffled screams and writhing were drowned out by the sounds of the other three’s chanting about some shit you couldn’t be bothered to worry about once you saw cirice’s knife filled hands raised over your chest.

“with the deepest malice, we deliver this virgin unto thee!” she exclaimed, thrusting the knife down into your heart, before yanking it out and back in repeatedly over other parts of your body, as the girls did the same. your agonizing screams through the cloth in your mouth drowned out into the night sky, along with the girls’ screeching laughter at your agony.

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“hey, don’t feel too bad, cora!” scarlett tried to sooth the sobbing girl in the back of the van.

her attempt at calm words were nothing but white noise to the girl however, as she sat next to your covered body, trying to keep it from moving too much as the van went over branches, leaves, and logs as alice tried to drive it out of the forest.

“shut up! shut up, scarlett! she didn’t deserve that, none of them did!” cora cried, even harder than before.

“it didn’t even work! we’re just murderers.” she cried, hugging your limp body to hers.

“hey! what did i tell you about that word!” cirice snapped at her. “we. aren’t. murderers! okay? this is for a good cause, and you know it! and would you quit hugging that damn thing, it’s not gonna hug back!” she screamed.

“she! and her name was y/n! and now she’s dead for no reason!” cora continued to cry.

“cirice is right it was for a good cause. and i mean, hey, we’ll even let you give her a nice little funeral this time, with the grave and everything we won’t even rush you either! in fact, alice pull over!” scarlett said enthusiastically.

“pull over where? we’re in the middle of nowhere.” she mumbled, still disappointed that the sacrifice didn’t work.

“just stop here! anything to quit cora’s whining.” cirice mumbled

the van halted, still smack dab in the middle of the woods, as scarlett and cora climbed out, each holding and end of your dead-weighted, body.

“we’ll be right back! alice, grab the shovels will ya?” scarlett said from a distance. alice got out and pulled the shovels from underneath her seat.

“we’ll try not to take long.” alice grimaced, practically feeling the irritation coming off of their leader in waves.

“whatever. just speed it up will you!” she mumbled, closing her eyes, before the driver’s side door closed.

it had been a good while since the girls had left to go bury you. however, cirice didn’t know that being that she’d fallen asleep 5 minutes after they’d left. so imagine her surprise when she opened her eyes and realized that she was still alone in the van.

“are they serious? i swear i’m gonna kill ‘em.” she practically growled to herself as she yanked the door open and started towards the direction she’d seen them walking in.

“how long does it take to bury a fucking body!? huh?!” she yelled out once she saw the lights from their flashlights in the distance.

“hello?! can we get a move on, please?!” i don’t wanna be in this damn town anymore!” she said once she finally got to them.

now joining the sounds of the november winds blowing the leaves of hawkins’ tall trees, critters, and animals that night was the screams of bloody murder coming from cirice’s mouth as she couldn’t do anything else but that and stare at the mutilated bodies and remains of what she called her dearest friends.

hawkins, indiana | the munson trailer | 3:32 a.m.

eddie had long since called your mother, to let her know of the change in plans that had occured, of how after the performance, instead of doing the interview you had told her about, at the hideout, and then staying over at eddie’s, you’d been invited to a small little after party to do it instead. she didn’t mind, being that he told her you’d call him to pick you up afterwards.

that had been right after eddie had gotten home at about 11. he’d long since worked on his next campaign, played his guitar, and even watched reruns of jem and the holograms! (not that he’d ever admit that he watched it outside of the times you forced him to.)

so imagine eddie’s surprise when he woke up and realized that you’d never called him to come get you. he looked over at the time, and groaned, realizing that you’d never called him.

“what the hell..” he mumbled, still staring over at the time.

‘maybe she got laid and just stayed the night with them.’ he thought to himself, trying to think of all the reasons.

he turned over, realizing that he couldn’t even call you because he didn’t know where the party was!

“oh my- shit!” he jumped up, being startled by your silhouette standing in front of his closet.

“y/n?? how did you get here? was the party close? why didn’t you call i could’ve picked you up anyways..” he sleepily stammered out all of his questions.

you didn’t answer him though, you only stood there, quietly.

it was dark, and he couldn’t see your face at all, but you’d slept over enough times to realize that it was you.

“okay… so.. how was it? the party.”

“…fine.” you said blankly.

“well then, you must’ve had a fun night.” he said, attempting to rub the sleep out of his eyes, being that he still couldn’t see you.

“it was…eventful.” you murmered in the same tone, before you started giggling hysterically, as if you’d been holding it in, and just couldn’t anymore. he’d never heard you laugh like that before.

“well.. we can talk about it tomorrow i’m sure you’re tired, c’mere.” he awkwardly patted the side of his bed that you usually slept on.

“i brought your jacket back.” you said, again in a blank monotonous tone. “i’m actually gonna head home.”

“i’m gonna…head home though? my mom dropped me off actually.” you’d said, walking towards his door.

“wait what? are you okay? did something happen tonight?”

“don’t worry about it, i’ll see you tomorrow, eddie.”

“okay, hold on, you’re acting weird.” he’d said, turning on his bedside lamp so he could finally see you better, but when he looked back to where you’d been standing, there was no trace of you.

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a/n: the way this took me 16 days to write is insane 😭

i hate it here 🫤

tag list: @harrys-tittie @snoopysavv @munsonlvrr @sarcasmismyonlydefense24 @monztrous @spiderxmonkey @baconlillies @spicynoddels @tsumamibaddie @miiikkeey @nopetoohighforthat

getting back into my eddie x platonic! experiment! reader series and i really badly want steddie to happen in it 😭 i put the tiniest (like literally smallest) bit of it in one of the chapters and haven’t done anything for them since.

so should i???? 🤔

and if you can’t tell by now i’ll write a chapter for one thing and then bounce around to three other stories 😽 IM SORRY

sneak peak for one of the future chapters of - 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲?

stranger things x wandavision!au

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hawkins, indiana | y/l/n residence |

“i’m so screwed. i’m so screwed. i’m so screwed! robin, i can’t do this!” you paced around in your kitchen.

“sorry i’m just a little confused still. that’s not eddie?” she said, her and steve not looking away from the men in your living room through the pass-through.

“nope! and i can’t get away from him long enough to see where they’re actually from!” you sighed, pointing at the pristine-looking one with bright clothes and short hair, sitting on your couch, waving at you frantically, with a wide smile.

to give context, you awoke this morning, with eddie, at least you thought it was eddie, standing over you in old timey clothing (way older than the 60’s) and he started babbling off in a british accent.

now at first you thought he was just pranking you, i mean after all he was creepily good at an english accent for some reason. but the second you noticed his hair underneath his white boater hat, you realized it couldn’t be, because your eddie would never cut his hair that short again. he told you that countless times.

then when you went downstairs (with him- who was referring to himself as ralph- very close behind you) you saw another man identical to eddie, sitting on your couch patiently. the only thing different about him was his hair was a little longer than ralph’s, he had on a dark red overcoat over his clothes, and he didn’t seem as chipper as ralph did, actually he didn’t seem chipper at all, very flustered and melancholy really. he referred to himself as arthur.

“so, the multiverse is real? hell yeah! let me go talk to them!” dustin tried to go out to your living room, but was stopped by steve.

“maybe, not make this worse henderson? honestly!” he mumbled, pushing him back into his seat at your kitchen table, where you also sat with your head down.

“y/n! y/n!” you heard eddie’s frantic american (or maybe one of the others- who knows at this point) accent calling you from the living room, only a few minutes after robin had closed the blinds.

“well now you’re really screwed!” you threw your head in your hands at steve’s words.

he bursted through your kitchen doors, and looked around, either trying to make sure that there weren’t more of him in the kitchen or what, you didn’t know anymore. you honestly didn’t know anything at this point.

“i would ask why there’s three other me’s sitting in your living room, but judging by your faces, you guys don’t know either?” he asked leaning against your counter, with robin trying to catch his breath.

“yeah, we- did you just say three?!” robin exclaimed, as you jumped up with her to peek through the blinds again, to see- yet another eddie, sitting in your living room. he as well as the other two, had shorter hair than eddie, but with darker clothes than the other two.

“goddamnit!” you yelled out, dropping yourself back into your chair at the table, not before grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, though

“yeahhh, we came in at the same time, he said his name was uhhh leonard…or was it howard? i honestly don’t know. and he’s british! crazy, right?” he said.

“not really they all are.” dustin said, trying to see what you were writing.

“they’re all named leonard-howard? small world….” steve said, intrigued.

“no! steve, god! they’re all british!” dustin, sighed into his hands.

“uhh, y/n, is now really the time to be writing a novel?” robin asked over the two’s bickering.

“i’m going to do what i should’ve been done! and see where they’re from once and for all, what brought them here, and try to fix this before it gets worse.” you said determinedly, your eyes turning a glowing, bright red, as you stared blankly in front of you. “starting with ralph.”

they all gathered over you, and watched closely as your hand started to write on it’s own as you mumbled out small details,

“okay…a birthday….twin named…victoria, yeesh! someone named lauren…ooh harsh again….uhhh…cocaine?! whatever…ooh triple harsh! what a rejection! does this man get a break? oh, shit! he’s going to war!

“what?” the three older, all said simultaneously, not understanding the connection between any of the things you had just said.

“she’s looking into their universes, seeing how their lives are and trying to get an answer as to what could’ve possibly brought them here.” dustin, answered the unspoken questions they had.

“ohhhhh.”

“okay, i’m not seeing anything else for him so let’s move on to arthur.” you said out loud moving to the next name.

“okay uhhh..19th century london…..shit an affair baby? damn. compeyson? the fuck kind of name is that?” you cut yourself off with a sharp gasp that made everyone ask you what was wrong.

“that son of a bitch! for shame compeyson! for shame!” you whisper-yelled, still being concious enough to know that any one of the others could possibly hear you from the other room, if you were loud enough.

“umm okay- now leonard-howard? eddie his name is just leonard, where did you even get howard?” you asked, still watching the scenes in front of you.

“hey don’t blame me.” he put his hands up defensively, even though you couldn’t hear him.

“ooooh a scandal! accidental pregnancy….really? a bookcase is what got the job done? that’s sad…” you said, the glowing red, leaving your eyes and going back fo your normal color.

“okay so pretty much the only pattern we have here, is that all of their stories end in some kind of tragedy. soo maybe you brought them here subconsciously to try to save them?”

“so it was a try to save eddie type of thing, then? that makes sense, you care about him so much you wanted to help him every universe, i guess.”

“wait a second…i forgot to tell you something..” eddie trailed off.

“while that may be the case… i met another steve too…” he said meekly.

“what?!” you all exclaimed, taking turns to frantically asking him questions.

“why didn’t you say anything!?” being the premise of what you all were trying to say.

“i just thought harrington was on one today, alright?! his hair was all flattened, really lacking it’s usual volume, he kept following me around askin me to fuckin’ follow him or something! he kept yelling out this one thing as i was walking up your driveway, though….” he trailed off trying to remember.

“he was in front of the house?!“ steve and dustin, looked at each other comically before running out of your kitchen and through the living room, the only indicator that they left was the tell-tale slam of your front door.

“okay, eddie? eddie, what did he look like, o-other than the hair.” robin asked him, picking up your pen and going to write down more information about this “new steve” as you just walked into your living room quietly, with a snap of your fingers, you were changed out of your pajamas- seemingly done with life, if we’re being honest- ralph immediately getting up and following behind you as you left the house as well.

“he uh, he had on a blue sweatshirt, anddd oh! i remember what he said now!” he snapped his fingers going over to the paper with robin.

“he said to follow him to some place called uhhh..”

“kurts world…96? 96! yeah! i didn’t know what the hell that meant though…”

“well! stranger things have happened i guess!” robin said, faux enthusiastically. a loud crowd of laughter, applause, and whistles was heard throughout the room, making robin and eddie jump to look around confused as to where it was coming from.

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a/n : i’m so excited to write this chapter in its capacity because it’s gonna be so damn chaotic 😭😭😭

i got the premise of the idea of a multiple eddies type of thing, from @orpheusredux ‘s amazing work “the eddies” which eveybody should read because it was fucking amazing 😭

psa : also, arthur isn’t going to be at all romantically involved with the reader in that chapter when it finally does come out, i promise. really none of them are except for ralph 🗿and that’s like barely. i just wanted to get all of the cast’s other tragic ending characters (and just chracters in general) included in the story 😭.

taglist : @floralenvu @pinkfeatherboarry @pofties @diysyfhcjtssuiteryyxhcft @blkroyalty1

𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖛𝖎𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖓

part 1, part 2 - “viewer discretion advised”

^ the chapter name not actually 😭^

stranger things x jennifers body!au

synopsis: you and eddie go to a small concert being held at the hideout, the main act is being put on by a gothic girl group, who afterword invite you to some kind of after party. you insist that eddie come with you, but the girls refuse. eddie insists that you go ahead and to call him so he’ll pick you up after.

future warnings : mentions of a massacre, cursing, , alcohol, blood and gore , murder, graphic depictions of murder, unnerving reader - future , manipulation , complete change in behavior for reader, nancy from the craft except here her name is cirice, reader wears glasses for the time being, let me know if i forgot any!

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hawkins, indiana | munson trailer | november 23, 1985 |7:04 a.m.

“eddie! eddie, wake up! mr. y/l/n is on the phone.” he heard his uncle yell from outside of his room. “it’s urgent! hurry up!”

“god, okay!” he yelled back getting out of his bed. “can’t even, open my eyes anymore, damn.” he muttered to himself opening the door, meeting his uncle, standing there with the phone extended from the hallway to the entrance of his room.

“i’m headed to bed now, boy. see ya later. i left the t.v on for ya.” he patted his nephew’s back and walked into his room shutting the door.

“hello? hi, mr. y/l/n what’s up?” he asked the man on the other line.

“oh it’s nothing urgent at all. son, i just wanted to speak to y/n, you know ask her how last night went, is she up yet? i know it’s kinda early.”

“umm..what?” he asked, except your father didn’t hear him, being that your mother’s screaming at the top of her lungs now caught his attention.

“jesus- what? sorry, eddie, uh hold on a sec, kid. my wife’s screamin about something.” your father walked away from the phone before he could respond anyways, leaving him time to think.

hadn’t you gone home? you said that your mother was taking you, right? he turned, to face his room, and lo and behold, his leather jacket that he leant you for the night was, indeed, on his chair, atop his pile of clean clothes he never got to putting away. so you had to have been there.

“so that wasn’t a dream? the hell’s he talking about then.”

however, before he was able to think any further, your mother was now at the phone, frantically telling eddie to turn on the channel 10 news.

he dropped the phone, at once rushing over to the t.v. and changing the channel, he was met with a neon green screen with black writing on it, and a prerecorded audio message following the words on the screen.

“the following footage and images are gruesome and disturbing. viewer discretion please be advised.”

before a long monotone beeping noise played for about 5 seconds before the news anchor was shown to be in the woods, the scene behind him unclear to viewers

“citizens of hawkins, today is a grave day for our precious little town, as most of you may know, up-and-coming- hollywood rock group, known as “the hex girls” have made their way to our little town just two days ago, with their performance at one of our local bars the hideout, being just last night.” he paused.

“reports from last night, came in about an hour after their performance, from multiple cabins in this here wooded area. reports of screaming, and what sounded like other-worldly, “hellish” noises, reported to have came from these woods.”

“as stated in the previous message, the scene behind me is both….gruesome. and disturbing.” the news anchor choked out.

“come onnn, get to the point! what the hell happened..” eddie muttered to himself, sitting anxiously on the couch, biting his already barren nails, and tapping his foot at maximum speed- you always told him that he looked like an impatient rabbit when he did that.

“behind us you’ll see-“ the man’s words fell on deaf ears as eddie watched the scene presented to him on the television screen. he called out for his uncle, repeatedly, voice cracking each time. he physically wasn’t able to get the words out as to why he so urgently needed him.

wayne annoyedly stomped out his room, beginning to go into a rant of the hours he works and how he doesn’t ask for anything else but silence occasionally, until he saw the object of his nephew’s yells.

“oh my good lord.”

on the t.v. showed a real fucked up scene, he would’ve thought it was from some second-rate horror movie eddie was constantly playing if not seeing one of hawkins own, explaining what was going on.

splatter of blood against trees and on the ground, three whitr cover-ups over what everyone watching would have to assume was-the people murdered at the scene. what looked to be parts of the inside of the human body that eddie had only scene in gory horror movies that he watched with the hellfire club and read about in health class, freshman year scattered across the floor or hanging off of low branches of the trees. the most fucked up part of the scene, was the bird landing on one of those branches pecking at it.

“the people on record to have been at this scene before the massacre, late last night are- cirice taylor, scarlett larynn, alice winslow, cora monaghan, and hawkins resident and hawkins high student, y/n y/l/n, who was seen leaving the hiedout with the rock group a little past 10 p.m. after their performance.

the pictures of everybody the man named, came onto the screen as he said them, however eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of the picture they had used for you, it being your school picture from last year, being that picture day for the current yesr was just around the corner.

he couldn’t stop eyeing it, remembering the day as clearly as if it had been just a few hours ago. your glasses, for once sitting perfectly on your face, your gorgeous, nerdy, mega-watt smile that was way too happy for a simple school photo, staring back at him, eyes crinkling at the corners.

tears ran down his face in not only despair, but the confusion of the fact that he knows that he saw you that morning, he had to or else how did his jacket make its way back home.

“the mangled bodies have been identified as-“

“oh my god, please no.” eddie whimpered.

“scarlett larynn. alice winslow, and…. cora monaghan.”

“both y/n y/l/n, and cirice taylor are still missing. if any of you spot them please be advised. they may be in a state of shock, confusion, and fear, albeit not in their correct state of mind at whatever horrors they may have witnessed last night. please proceed with caution, being that the animal that did this is more than likely still in the area. if you spot any of the three call this number at-“

“eddie where are you going, son?”

“i’m going to go find her! she’s not dead, uncle wayne!” he said grabbing his keys and rushing out the door, not having time to stand around and talk.

“eds it’s dangerous-“

“i don’t care! did you see what happened to those other three,” “eddie..” “i literally had a full blown conversation with them just last night and now look at them i-“ his almost hysterical ramble was cut off.

“eddie. eddie! i saw them…okay! i saw them, and that’s how i know..whatever it is that got to those girls it…it just wasn’t human.” he said gripping his shoulders. “i know you love that girl, i love her too. which is why i’m coming with you. prepared. you were just about ready to run into those damn woods as if hunters aren’t gearin’ up right now getting ready to shoot whatever devil spawn killed those girls down. you can barely see right now, and you’re about to run into a hellzone, so breathe, and let’s go, okay?” wayne shook him, looking into his eyes as eddie nodded rapidly, wiping his eyes of the unshed tears that were begging to escape, yet he was refusing to let go.

“words, boy.” wayne said sternly, making eddie stutter out a yes sir.

“alright, now let’s go find your girl.”

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a/n: this is a shorter one, next chapter should be in y/n’s pov, then maybe? cirice’s? idk yet really 😭

tag list: @harrys-tittie @snoopysavv @munsonlvrr @sarcasmismyonlydefense24 @monztrous @spiderxmonkey @baconlillies @spicynoddels @tsumamibaddie @miiikkeey @nopetoohighforthat @dreamtogether2000 @maxisreal @bxrn-thxs-wxy-90five @charleetheefictionalfucker @missdforever

𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖛𝖎𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖓

“stupid fucking hollywood satanist bitch!”

stranger things x jennifer’s body!au

part 1, part 2, part 3 - “stupid fucking hollywood satanist bitch!”

future warnings: cursing, blood, mentions of murder, unnerving reader - future , manipulation - future , complete change in behavior for reader (not yet), nancy from the craft except here her name is cirice, reader wears glasses for the time being, the girls from the craft, let me know if i forgot any!

a/n: this chapter’s gonna be long, since it switches between the reactions of the rest of her friends seeing her on the news, her pov, and so forth.

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hawkins, indiana | 9:49 a.m | saturday, november 23, 1985

your pov:

you walked, and walked, and ran a little, then walked some more before you finally broke into tears. you were covered in blood from head to toe- (your hair especially ruined, which you were a little more peeved about than the blood if we’re being honest)-both over and under your clothes-there were a million rips and holes in your shirt from the fucking knife cirice used to-

“fuck! cirice! oh that goddamn cirice. stupid fucking hollywood satanist bitch! ooh i’m gonna kill her ass!” you seethed, suddenly angry, before going back to despair.

“where the hell am i even going anyways.” you sobbed, dropping yourself down in front of one of the tall trees in the forest. not even wanting to acknowledge the fact that it started pouring.

now see, you weren’t oblivious to what happened last night, in fact you even remembered a few things that you’re pretty sure you weren’t even alive for.

you had killed alice, scarlett, and cora, well eaten them really.

“oh. my. gosh. am i a cannibal!?” you cried even harder at the thought before abruptly stopping. “well is it technically cannibalism if i’m not human anymore? i mean there’s no way that i can be human…oh whatever, at least i’m still alive.” you sniffed.

“why is it, i can remember all the shit that happened, except for where the hell eddie’s jacket went! ‘m practically freezing my tits off out here.” you mumbled to yourself, before falling asleep.

hawkins, indiana | buckley household | 6:58 a.m

robin wasn’t a morning person by any means necessary, but for some reason, on the weekends, she found it much easier to be awake in the earlier hours than she did during the rest of the week. and her and steve didn’t even have to work this weekend! what luck!

so there she sat on her couch, getting ready to indulge herself in a marathon of pink panther before she’d head over to your house to hang out and hear about that scary band’s performance. halfway through her humming the theme song, the program was cut off by the news.

“ohh, come on! you ruined the flow news-man.” she grumbled trying to change it before realizing that every channel was the same thing. she got up to get some more cereal, not really paying it any mind - being that she thought the news was depressing of course - until she heard your name.

the scene in front of her left her jaw unhinged, she didn’t know what to say, at all. she had always seen documentaries of people saying “i had just seen her the day before and she was perfectly fine, everything was normal.” but she had never imagined that she’d even have to imagine herself in the same situation- and she dealt with russians for goodness sake!-

before she could run to her room to get dressed- because the news said that your were missing, and not that you were dead, so of course robin was going to look for you- her doorbell rang incessantly. she ran over to it hoping it was you but instead finding steve, still in his pajamas, with the most freaked out look on his face, she had ever seen.

“oh my god robin she’s missing! she’s missing and those girls are dead, and she was with them and she’s missing!”

“well then come on steve!” she stopped him, dragging her out of her house and to his car, pajamas be damned, they were going to find their best friend.

hawkins, indiana | wheeler household | 7:15 a.m.

mike was sleeping so well. one could even say amazingly. so to have that sleep ruined by a cacaphony of noises he couldn’t put together in his hazy state, pissed him off, a lot.

between hearing nancy sobbing in her room, and a clatter of things falling around, the phone ringing off the hook, his walkie having a bunch of voices yelling over each other, his mother speaking on the phone in a teary-eyed ramble, and his father running about looking for hunting gear, mike really did think he was still sleeping.

“okay, what the hell is going on?” he began, going into nancy’s room, he stopped short when he saw her checking one of her guns before bursting passed him, and running down the stairs, apparently not even seeing him.

“what?!” he hadn’t been this confused since, well he didn’t know when but he was extremely confused.

walking back into his room, he found his walkie still going back and forth between the voices of his friends going back and forth making him grumble and decided to pick it up.

“okay, what the hell is going on!? why is everyone acting so insane?!”

“y/n’s missing!” they all said simultaneously before it just went quiet. like literally everyone stopped talking.

“huh?!” before he could say anything else, the phone started ringing again, this time he picked it up.

“hello?” he sighed.

“mike! the news said y/n’s missing!” will’s voice said through the phone. “have you guys found her yet?!” el’s voice chimed in.

“guys, i just found out and- wait, how did you guys know?” he asked incredulously, truly believing that if he closed his eyes tight enough he would wake up.

“it’s on national news! three of the girls from that band that went to hawkins were murdered last night, and y/n was with them! only her and the lead singer were reported still alive, but missing!”

“oh, god. okay, we’re looking for her, we’ll call you when we find her!” he hung up, getting dressed, before running downstairs.

he was pedaling his bike out of his garage, before he was met with the faces of his friends waiting for him at the end of the driveway.

“do you think it’s another demogorgon?” lucas asked, as they all began to bike to where max saw on the news it had happened.

“judging by the way it looked, it must’ve been a real hungry demogorgon. there was barely anything left of them!!” erica exclaimed.

“wait, you guys saw it!?” mike asked.

“yeah, they showed their bodied on the news. it was so gross. my mom was still throwing up when i left.” max said.

by the time they finally got to the woods, it had started raining- pouring really.

“not to be a downer or anything but this doesn’t remind you of anything?” lucas said cautiously, as they had now been walking through the woods, calling your name, for the past almost- three hours.

“yeah, i thought it too, but i didn’t want to say anything.” mike sighed.

“what are you guys talking about?” max asked.

“when will went missing three years ago, we came out to these exact woods looking for him, except it was night time, and it was raining, but instead of finding will, we found el.” dustin explained.

“oh.” max and erica said simultaneously.

“do you guys think whatever did it is still in these woods?” lucas asked.

“for our sakes, let’s hope not!” erica sighed, before jumping when she stepped on something only to find that it was glass.

“wait…those are glasses?” dustin asked, picking them up.

“oh god, those are y/n’s glasses!” lucas said, beginning to pace.

“okay, that doesn’t exactly mean that.” mike started. “yeah, the adrenaline probably got to her and she’s just running around without them.” dustin added, hopefully.

the kids knew better than anyone that you were clumsy as can be, and your glasses falling off wasn’t new. but they also knew that you would never just leave them around, constantly reminding them how expensive they were when you were crawling around looking and sounding like velma when searching for them.

“uh, where did max go?” lucas cut off the silence, when he looked up seeing that she was no longer with them.

“..shit. max!” dustin yelled out, as they all began to walk around looking for her.

“guys, over here, i found her!“ she yelled back.

as they ran over, to where she was, which was much farther than they thought, they saw her kneeling in front of a tree, staring in horror at something.

“is she alive?” lucas asked, as they all stood in front of you staring at you. your eyes were closed, you were covered in blood and dirt, no jacket on, and your shirt had a million rips in them.

“y/n? y/nnnn.” mike asked poking you with some stick he found.

you awoke with a sudden start, looking around frantically before realizing who was in front of you. before you could say anything however you were trampled by a bunch of kids, in a group hug.

“jesus, we thought you were a goner!” mike sighed.

“speak for yourself. but seriously, what even happened?” erica, asked.

“was it a demogorgon?” lucas asked.

“or the mind flayer?” dustin added.

“are you okay?” max asked.

“no, uhh it’s a long story, no and no, and yes i’m fine.” you answered all of their questions.

“y/n? i swear i just heard her voice?!” you heard a voice in the distance scream.

“steve?” dustin exclaimed incredulously.

“dustin?” robin’s voice was now heard.

“robin?” erica exclaimed too.

“erica?” now nancy’s voice was heard, they finally found you guys.

“nancy?!” mike yelled out.

“what the hell are you guys doing here?!” steve exclaimed, the older kids not having yet seen you, being that the younger kids were still covering you.

“we were looking for y/n! i’m assuming you guys were doing the same?” max asked.

“yeah! what do you mean were?” robin asked.

“i’m right here.” you sighed, beginning to stand up as the kids got off of you, before being knocked back down by nancy, steve, and robin.

“well i guess i’m not getting up at this point.” you tried to joke but was cut off by nancy’s crying in your shoulder.

“i’m so sorry! i should’ve just went instead! first barb, then almost you!” nancy sobbed, nearly cutting off your airways with the way she was squeezing your neck. thankfully you didn’t need them at this point.

“nancy, stop. i’m okay, and it isn’t your fault.” you started sternly, making her look at you. “nobody knew this was going to happen, and even if they did, i would’ve stilled preferred it’d be me over you, over any of you in fact, so you can all stop with the self-blame game, alright?” you said, looking over all of them, spotting their guilty faces.

“holy shit! the whole town’s looking for you two right about now! we need to get you to the front of the woods.” dustin exclaimed.

“what?”

“shit, yeah. you were on national news y/n! will and el called asking if we had found you yet.” mike added.

“oh god, what about my parents!? has anyone heard from them? my mother’s probably having an aneurysm right about now!”

“uhh, i think my mom was talking to her when i left this morning, i heard her crying through the phone.” nancy added.

“wait a second, what about eddie?” lucas asked, gathering your attention.

“what about eddie? have you seen him, today?”

“no, i mean wasn’t he with you last night?” he corrected.

“no, uh not after the performance, i went with the girls and was supposed to call him.”

“so long story short, everyone thinks your dead right now, so can we get a move on, please?” erica chimed in.

as you all trekked towards where the news and police were, at the edge of the forest, you heard someone screaming your name.

“y/n! fuck, i knew you were still alive. what the fuck happened!? why did you disappear from my house this morning!” eddie asked, after he ran and practically tackled you to the ground, in the tightest hug he’d ever given you, and he hugged you pretty tight after he found out you were at starcourt when it burned down, getting there before your parents had when it happened.

from the second eddie had yelled your name, everyone, from wayne and your parents, to the police, to the news crew’s attention was on you. eddie just so happened to get to you first. but even now with the reporters, crowding the both of you, the police trying to stop them and your parents trying to get through both the police and the news teams, to get to you, you were only focused on eddie.

he continued to ramble on and on, about how your parents were freaking out, how he had been freaking out, and how he was 110% sure that he saw some dude walk into the woods with a harpoon gun. but you were still hung up on one of the first things he said.

“you saw me this morning?” you asked, incredulously.

“duh! you were in my room acting all ominous ‘n shit! gave me back my jacket, and then you left, saying that your mom was picking you up!” he exclaimed, confused as to why you were confused.

before either of you could dwell on it any longer, your mother pushed a reporter out of the way, and lunged at you actually tackling you to the ground into a hug, rambling incoherently into your neck as your father attempted to soothe her hugging you as well.

“oh my baby, when i saw your face on the news this morning i practically died!” she sobbed.

“see hon, i told you our little girl was strong.” he soothed, holding you both close to him.

you were overwhelmed with all the attention on you. between your friends hanging around, your parents- specifically your mother crying and rambling in your ear, wayne and eddie, all the reporters and cops trying to ask you questions at once, and at least 10 news cameras pointed at you, you didn’t really know what to do. thankfully you didn’t have to do anything. all the noise around you blurred out and you couldn’t decipher any of the words being thrown at you anymore, even if you tried to.

because through the crowd around you, you spotted an ambulance, sitting there waiting to take someone to the hospital. and sitting in the back of said ambulance, was the one and only cirice taylor, staring right back at you, eyes swollen and doubled in size as she attempted to take you in.

she was the last thing you saw, before everything went black and you promptly passed out.

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a/n: the story hasn’t even heated up yet 😭 i need her to start killing more people and acting weird already 🫤.

tag list : @harrys-tittie @snoopysavv @munsonlvrr @sarcasmismyonlydefense24 @monztrous @spidermxnkey @baconlillies @spicynoddels @tsumamibaddie @miiikkeey @nopetoohighforthat @dreamtogether2000 @maxisreal @bxrn-thxs-wxy-90five @charleetheefictionalfucker @missdforever

after 40,000 years i’m finally gonna post chapter 3 of “we’re going to summer camp bitches!” and another part (not the season 3 part 2 chapter 🫤) of eddie/steve x platonic! (007) experiment! reader between today and tomorrowwwww 🤭🤭🤭

“𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬!”

eddie munson x fem!reader (reader is canonically hot and everyone loves her i don’t make the rules 🙇🏾‍♀️)

except yes i do. 😽

future warnings : suggestive language , cursing , blood and gore , heavy flirting , eddie being down bad 🫤, reader being hot , steve being hot , robin being hot , eddie being hot, nancy being hot , look everyone’s just hot okay? and i can’t think of anymore rn 🤨 not much hotness yet 🫤

chapter 1 , chapter 2 , chapter 3 <- here now

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hawkins, indiana | hopper & el’s cabin | june 24 , 1986 | 6:57 a.m.

you walked up the path to hopper and el’s (now restored) cabin. you decided that the earlier you get this over with the better. plus, you wanted to spend the rest of the day packing.

you got to the door, getting ready to knock, when it inched open with el smiling at you.

“hey. he’s getting ready for work.” she smiled, hugging you as you walked into the house.

“oh, yeah! ‘chief hopper’ back in business huh?” you exclaimed, loud enough for him to hear. you heard his grunt and could practically feel his eye-roll from outside of his room.

“so! el, how are you doing? what are you up so early for?” you beamed.

she led you over to the table and sat across from you. before she could answer you though, hopper’s bedroom door slammed open, him grumbling as he saw you.

“you couldn’t have callled?” he said, looking for his badge.

“would you have answered? plus! i know you love seeing me, hop!” you shot back at him, with a bright smile.

rolling his eyes he walked into the bathroom, grumbling something along the lines of “s’too early to be that happy.” leaving you an el to giggle amongst yourselves at his usual grumpy attitude.

“alright. since i know you won’t take no for an answer and you’ve got all these kids’ parents under some kind of spell. here are the ground rules.” he started, looking pointedly at the two of you, as you and el shared an excited glance.

“no powers. i’m serious, we’ve all been through too much this past year, and we don’t need any government pricks on our asses anymore, got it?” he said sternly, receiving a rapid head nod from the two of you.

“two. no boys, alright?! i mean it! i’ve been having a particularly great time with this “no-mike” agenda you’ve been following, and i’d like to keep it that way.” he pointed at el.

“and three- uhh, well i don’t remember three right now but when i do, i’ll call you okay!” he exclaimed frustratingly, trying to find his badge still.

“here.” you said, getting up from the table, and bringing it over to him. “i’ll pin it.” you said simply, figuring he wanted to say something out of el’s earshot.

“will you be her counselor?” he asked you, quietly. seeing that she was preoccupied with something else at the moment.

“i don’t know yet, but like i told joyce. i’ll find a way to change it if i have to.” you replied nonchalantly.

“what exactly does that mean?” he responded, with his eyebrows raised.

“i guess we’ll find out!” you chirped, making him sigh, shaking his head. “she’ll be safe alright? all of them will be, i promise.” you said seriously.

he said, making you look at him. “you’re like a weird…niece or something to me, okay? and harrington sort of grew on me a little. the point is, i need all of you to stay safe."

“that was an odd compliment, but i’ll take it.” you said, smiling.

“yeah, yeah. no more coming to my house at 7 a.m.! seriously, it’s weird that you remembered my schedule.” he said, after bidding his goodbye for the day, to you and el, getting in his truck and heading off.

turning to el, who you see was just about to heat up some eggos, you asked her, “hey, why don’t you, max, and i go do something fun?”

“right now? shouldn’t i be packing?” she asked incredulously reading the time to be 7:06. “and isn’t it too early?”

“yeah, right now! you can pack later, you have two weeks still! and it’s never too early, el. you go get ready i’ll be in the car!” you exclaimed as you both went in opposite directions.

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hawkins, indiana | your car -> your aunt’s bakery | 7:13 a.m.

“so why exactly did you two come running into my room, and kidnap me from my house, like psychopaths this morning?” max asked from the backseat. el only looked back at her shrugging her shoulders.

“she didn’t tell me either.” she responded, as they were now both looking at you, curiously.

“we’re not getting the boys, are we? because they’re great and all but i don’t wanna deal with mike’s attitude this early in the morning.” max asked after you never responded.

“yeah, me neither.” el added looking out the window, making you and max meet each other’s eyes in the rearview mirror, with similar shocked expressions.

“well good thing it’s just gonna be us three, then! we’re here!” that being all you said, before pulling onto main street and stopping in front of a closed bakery.

you got out of the car without a word, leaving the girls rushing behind you, as you ran up to the doors.

“uhh, y/n what are you doing?” el asked, as you suspiciously looked through the windows, before looking around the street for any wandeeing eyes.

“quick get in!” you whisper-yelled even though nobody was around, pushing the girls into the bakery.

“y/n?? what’s going on?!” max exclaimed, as you locked the doors behind you before turning to them triumphantly, with your hands on your hips, as if you just saved them from something.

“we’ve got the whole bakery to ourselves for an hour!” you exclaimed giddily leading them to a booth and going towards the kitchen, asking them what they wanted.

“see, during the summer my aunt doesn’t open the bakery till 9, meaning that nobody’s gonna come in until about 8:15 to 8:30. so as long as we’re out of here before her or harry comes in, we should be fine!” you said, excitedly before sneering at harry’s name, causing max to chuckle at you clear distaste for the boy.

“who’s harry?” el asked max, curiously.

“her snitch cousin that tells her aunt every little thing she does.” max and el laughed at your glare, remembering all the different times he tormented you.

“like this one time, junior year! i guess he caught eddie and i making out at the drive-in or something, and he snitched! he told my aunt, and then she told my parents, and then they grounded me, because i told them them that i went with nancy.” you pouted, remembering the way your parents yelled at you for hours over the three-way call, being that they had been out of town for their jobs, at the time.

as you worked in the kitchen, they’d assumed you worked yourself up at the memory, because they heard a distant grumble of “he’s just mad he doesn’t get any like i do!” and a “shit!” followed behind the clatter of pans falling, leaving them to giggle amongst themselves. you smiled to yourself, happy to see them a little more carefree than they had been in the last few months.

hawkins, indiana | still at your aunts bakery | 7:59 a.m

you three had spent the majority of the hour, talking, making plans for camp, what you’d do when you got back, and gossiping about your boyfriends before you’d heard a car pull up in front of the bakery. you all peeked out the blinds, seeing someone get out of a sleek black car.

“who’s that?” el asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“fucking harry! that kiss-ass! probably coming in early to suck up to his mother. ” you panicked jumping out of the booth, knowing he saw your car.

“shit! what do we do!” max exclaimed, as her and el jumped out of the booth as well.

“uhh, alright, you two go out the back door and wait in the side alley, here take my keys.” you said throwing them to her, as you quickly gathered the dishes you used and went to the kitchen.

“wait, what about you?” they asked confusedly seeing you stay behind the counter, ready for him to come in.

“any chance i get to fuck with harry, i’ll take. wait for him to come inside before you go to the car, i’ll meet you out there in a sec!” you said closing the door behind them.

and like clockwork, you heard the door ring, signalling your cousin’s entrance.

“hey, cuz!” you exclaimed. making him jump at the sudden intrusion.

“what are you doing here?” he asked suspiciously, looking around for someone else.

“i was doing the display case for aunt char, today? what does it look like i’m doing?” you said nonchalantly, seeing el and max quickly get into your car through the window behind him.

“it looks like you’re trespassing. you better not be defiling my mother’s fine establishment with your trashy boyfriend!” he accused. ahh, so that’s who he was looking for.

“first of all, i have a key too, dipshit." you deadpanned. “and my boyfriend’s not trashy, harry. what’s trashy is the college boy tina dumped you for, but hey! i can help you look for someone else!” you said with fake sympathy.

“fuck you.” he chuckled humorlessly, giving up in his search for eddie, now joining you behind the counter. “i’ve got the rest.” he said, taking over.

“love you too, cuz!” you said, patting him on the shoulder, before walking past him and to the front, quickly grabbing your bag, and rushing to your car.

“i love him, but talking to him, sometimes makes me wanna kill him." you sighed, pulling out of your parking space and heading back towards forest hills.

you three spent the car ride cracking jokes about your cousin, before getting to max’s house.

“thanks for this morning, it was fun!” the girls exclaimed, “anytime! and we’ll have much more fun once we get to camp!” you exclaimed back, as they hugged you then got out and running inside.

you were about to head back to yours to finally start packing, being that you only had today, wednesday, and thursday to pack. but instead, you strolled over to eddie’s trailer, knocking on the door incessantly.

hearing eddie stomp through the trailer and towards the door, you backed up a little knowing that he was about to go off on whoever he thought was banging on his door this early, probably mrs. nolan (yes she exists here too 😭)

“grace, you fucking barbarian- oh! hey, babe!” he recovered, seeing you standing there laughing.

“i don’t think mrs. nolan would like you calling her by her first name, ed.” you laughed, walking into the trailer, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“yeah, well she already doesn’t like me so- who really cares, ya know?” he said, cupping your face and bringing it to his in a firm kiss, attempting to guide you towards his room.

“mmm.. nope! no! eddie, i told myself i would pack today and nothing will stop me!” you yelped untangling yourself from him and leaning on the wall. “besides, you need to pack too! so hop to it lover boy, we can make out later.” you said, beginning to walk back towards the door.

“well, actually!” he exclaimed, catching you by the waist and turning you back towards the wall, leaving no room to escape. “ i finished packing last night.” he said nonchalantly.

“…really?” you deadpanned.

“yeah! contrary to our friends beliefs, i am actually excited to go to camp..uh. well i forgot the name but i’m excited to go!” he explained.

“oh, i see! so long story short, you and robin raced to see who could finish packing first.” you said, remembering the conversation you and robin had the night before.

‘your stupid, bambi-eyed boyfriend thinks that he can finish packing before me, and i need to prove him wrong!” she had exclaimed through the receiver.

“yeah, and i won, so she can shove it!” he defended, showing you his packed bags sitting on the side of his bed.

“okay, fine. you can come home with me then.” you said finally finding a way past him, making your way back to your car. from the corner of your eye you saw him fist bump into the air. “but only to watch and help me pack!” you clarified.

“aw, come on!” he exclaimed, sulking as he followed you to your car.

hawkins, indiana | y/l/n residence | 10:53 a.m.

“eddie quit flinging my bras at robin’s head!” you scolded him, from inside your closet. finally finding the pair of shorts you were searching for, you turned back to the duffle bag on your bed, only to find it missing all of your underwear.

“robin why are you putting them on?! get them off your head?! put them back in the duffel bag!” you scolded the both of them.

how you ended up in this mess, was becoming a blur to you. see, after you drove eddie and you back to your house, you found robin sitting on your porch swing.

once spotting each other, eddie and robin’s eyes blazing, surely enough getting ready to fight about who was the quicker packer, thankfully you were able to ask her what she was doing at your house beforehand. she explained that she was bored, and wanted to help you come pack which led to the new argument of “who’s the better assistant?”

the answer being; neither of them. see, it started off well enough. you would pull something out and they’d give you a thumbs up or a thumbs down, and then one of you would fold it and put it in your bag. that was until you walked to your bathroom to gather your toiletries and robin decided to pelt a pair of rolled-up socks at a slowly drifting eddie’s forehead, which led to him slingshotting a bra at her and from there a war started and had been going on for half an hour now.

with you scolding them and them trying to defend themselves by talking over each other, none of you heard the front door open, or nancy and steve announcing their arrival. the two shared a confused look at the sounds of yelling, cursing and things crashing to the floor before making their way up the stairs and to your room. 

the sight that beheld them once they got to the doorway of your bedroom could be described as a lot of things - one of your bras got tangled in robin's hair in an attempt to get it off, so you made eddie assist her. but then he yanked it a little too hard, leaving robin to yank his hair with even more force. so now they're wrestling on the floor while you ignore them and continue to pack your things.

at that moment the only thing that either of them could muster was -

"the fuck are you guys doing?"

"packing" said simultaneously, by the three of you.

"oh right, how could i have missed that?" steve quips sarcastically . "anyways," he looked towards you, "have you seen my bat? i swear the last place i left it was robin's house, but i can't find it!"

"oh! yeah i have it, follow me!" you said flippantly, leading him out of your room.

nancy just chuckled in amusement at steve's excitement for something so odd, and started to fold and put the things robin and eddie messed up back in your bag, while robin and eddie just watched on confusedly.

"yeah, she brought it over here because her mom almost found it a few weeks ago." you finished explaining to steve as you two walked back into your room.

"oh ho ho, is that steve's infamous life-saving bat i've heard so much about?" eddie admonished.

"well, technically i guess it's jonathan's bat that i ended up making my own?" steve replied trying to remember who it's original owner was.

"uhh no? it's my bat." nancy said, looking at steve pointedly, willing him to remember.

"ahhh great memories, huh guys." you sighed out.

"yeahhhh." they sighed out wistfully.

"okay i know you guys have been to hell and back for the past few years," robin started

"on multiple occasions!" eddie included.

"but nancy has her guns, steve has his bat, and what about us three?" she finished.

"hey, leave me out of that, i have my knives!" you said offended.

"since when?" eddie challenged you, making you scoff no start to look under your bed.

"since always, i'm actually shocked you haven't noticed, eddie." nancy furrowed her eyebrows.

"yeah there's literally no way in the world you haven't felt them before with the way you're always groping her." steve added.

"wait you keep them on you?!" robin exclaimed.

"yep, always!.. ha! i found my unused ones!" you exclaimed, before bouncing up, and plopping yourself, along with a large fancy wooden box with a glass case, onto your bed.

you opened it showcasing all of your different knives to them. "these are just my new ones, but here we have my throwing knives, my butterfly knife, my bowie knives-

"hey didn't you have a few trench knives too?" nancy asked pointing to a few empty spots in your case.

"yeahh, remember you showed them to nance and i a few months back!" steve snapped his fingers in rememberance.

"oh shit, yeah! I had pulled them out when all that vecna crap first started! But in all that chaos I guess I never ended up using them.." you trailed off as the three of you began wordlessly looking around your room for them, not even noticing robin and eddie's silent, but haste escape.

"d'you pack...stuff too?" a frightened eddie asked, huddled against robin, once they got to the safety of your kitchen.

"no... did you?" robin asked, equally as frightened.

"hell no! the most damage I did, was pack a shit ton of blank dnd character sheets that i was gonna make my kids fill out against their will!" eddie whisper shouted.

"so we can both agree that, that's not as normal as they're making it seem, right?" she whispered.

the both of them stared at each other in silent understanding, before jumping at the sound of their names.

"hey... where did rob and ed's go?" steve asked.

before either of the three could call out to them however, robin and eddie booked it out of your house, whether to get things to be at your level, or to find the three of you professional, therapeutic help was only something that eddie and robin could answer.

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a/n : this took me for fucking EVER, i am literally so sorryyyy. i'm not even on hiatus , i've just been so busy with my senior year and i get so tired when i come home, that i'll have so many plots and ideas and all that stuff but not add them. OR i'll add something to one of my stories, save it, and then not look at it for weeks 😭😭 but yeah, i should definitely be updating more from now. i'm working on the next few chapters of "like a virgin" as well !

ALSO next chapter their finally on their way to camp people 😼😼😼 the build up is OVER (kinda 🤫)

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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🤫

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🤫

So like I don’t know if I actually like have any followers let alone if anybody actually like looks at my posts but I’m going to write an Eddie Munson X reader and I’m going to post it. This is heavily self indulgent as is everything else I am going to write and post on this account. All the other fix that I’ve seen for him are either making reader a cheerleader, making reader a normal person that denies any part of their weirdness, not privy to any of the canon going-ons, or Steve’s exe, and honestly I think A. Steve has been though enough with his girlfriends leaving him for someone else, and B. Eddie has been through enough with cheerleaders, so like Thanos said I’ll do it myself. Also this might get pretty niche and kinda specific. Like I said this is self indulgent.

Imagine you’re dating Eddie before all of you know what happens and one day offhandedly he ask you “hey how come you never straighten your hair” just out of pure curiosity and you’re like “I’ll tell you what, I’ll straighten my hair when you with graduate or die” as a joke, but then the upside down and everything else happens and you wear your hair straightened to his funeral and you’re crying the entire time, but he’s not dead. He’s a vampire now, but he’s not dead and he’s watching all this go down from a distance and he’s just like oh shit she actually did it I didn’t want it under these circumstances but she did it on top of you know the regular feelings for their holding a funeral for me and my girlfriend is crying for me and did the thing that she said she would do for my funeral so yeah you can imagine he’s torn up as hell.

Just a stupid little thought that I just had while drawing that’s all.

Imagine like a slow burn enemies to lovers type of romance with Eddie and it’s getting to the point where the tension has built and built and built and built to the point where it should snap and boil over into you and him having very aggressive hate sex right, but instead he just says some real heinous shit that goes just a little too far and you just stop and walk away from him entirely and you’re like walking out and as you’re walking out Steven, Robin, and Nancy all come in and they’re like hey what’s wrong and you just push past them and just fucking leave. Like you know that one scene in season two of Euphoria where Cassie is just getting straight up disrespected? I imagine that whatever he says to you does that kind of damage to you like I did to her I’ll add in the TikTok that gave me the idea too just for clarification

Y’know how people write stranger things AUs where Reader is from the real world and gets sucked into Stranger Things?? How about that trope but in reverse where the kids and Eddie and Steve and Robin all get sucked into our world with Y/N. Maybe reader is like a shifter and shifted to Stranger Things and then one day when they’re going back to the reality everybody gets sucked back in with them. Maybe they straight up can travel through dimensions like with actual magic and one day when they’re picking a new dimension to go to the gang all latch onto them and get sucked in for the ride back to our dimension. Maybe El somehow opened a portal to our world through Reader’s laptop while they were watching Stranger Things. I don’t know I just think it would be a good idea somebody should write this, somebody should probably be me. 

I like how I see lots of Eddie Munson x black!readers. Shout out to the black authors cuz y’all saw that dirty, hyper, stoner white boy and snatched him up quick as hell I’m proud of y’all!!!

I’m sorry but as sweet as is Eddie is he’d be an absolute menace in a relationship.(I’ll probably make a part two😭)

He’d toss you into the lake/pool (only if he knows you can swim tho, but knowing his dumbass he probably found out the hard way you couldn’t swim 😭)

He’d accidentally plan a date on Hellfire night and forgot y’all’s date but don’t worry he’ll make it up too you. (You probably sat down with him and planned around hellfire nights and nights you worked)

He’d definitely burp in your face and proceeded to blow it into your face.

He’d wrestle you out here treating it like a WWE match 😭.

He’s very picky about who touches his hair because unpopular opinion but he takes care of his hair I mean have you seen that mane.

He definitely rewear shirts without washing it

He smells like cigarettes, stale weed, bong water and axe body spray or old spice.

His room probably smells worse. It definitely smells like sweat,piss,bong water,weed,cigarettes and sex

He smacks your ass in public

Also I know his battle vest smells rancid 😭

He also canonically sells ketamine so yeah there’s that but he doesn’t do it only sticks to weed.

You and him definitely overprice weed and other drugs for the rich kids and they fall for it.

He’d definitely find your ticklish spots and abuse them till your kicking at him

He’d call you annoying ass nicknames like “Snookie bear” “Snookums” “Poopsie” “short stack” if you’re short and “sky-high” if y’all are tall(they really don’t have cute nicknames for tall girls 😭) “malady” but not in a discord mod way but in a DnD fantasy nerd way

He’d definitely poke fun at height doesn’t matter if your short, average, or tall.

He’ll go into kiss you and proceed to lick you instead m.

Randomly bite you but with affection tho

Definitely pulls deez nutz jokes(did deez nutz jokes exist in the 80s 🤔)

He’d definitely make sex jokes

This is gonna be a little gross but he’d definitely fart on you or around you.

He’d put you in a headlock and keep you there for a while.

Also he definitely started showering more when getting into relationship with you but mainly because y’all started showering together.

He also can’t cook to save his life the most your getting is mac and cheese or spaghetti-os

Definitely makes fun of your taste in music if you don’t listen to metal (but not in a metal head elitist way)

Definitely says “your mom” jokes

Also definitely says “that’s what she said”

Definitely has punched you on accident(not in like a fight but like y’all were wrestling and he got to into it and well 🤷🏽‍♀️, but he apologized profusely and felt bad and still does)

Is this one NSFW I’m not really sure 😭, but he definitely does the helicopter dick and likes to show it off to you with the goofiest smile on his face “look at what I can do babe😃”

Definitely has almost started a forest fire 💀

Blows up condoms like it’s balloon

He also canonically drives like a manic so he’s definitely ended up with speeding tickets (it’s probably hopper who ends pulling him over) or somehow in a ditch💀

He also can’t fight for shit but still manages to get into fights 😭.

He’s also drama queen and big baby. He’d definitely overdramatize the smallest things y’all do ex: Like you smack him against his chest (very lightly) because he said something stupid and he falls and rolls over acting like he just shot

Also he gets tunnel vision when y’all are in relationship and doesn’t pick up when someone’s flirting with him because the only things on his mind is (in no order) 1) graduating 2) You (mainly you) 3) DnD 4) his guitar 5) weed.

He also burps the abcs and sees how far he can get and burps I love you

Also if guitar hero existed in the 80s he’d get so salty if you scored higher then him (video games in general 😭)

He’s also petty as fuck

Also if you bend over he will hump you 💀

Also he definitely wouldn’t let you sit on his lap when He’s DM and I only say that because he moves around a lot as we saw in episode one but he’d probably have you sit right next to his throne if you don’t play or near him if you do.

If you bake/cook he’d worship the ground you walk on he loves a home cooked meal buts it’s okay if you can’t cook he’d love you regardless

The devil wears eyeliner

because eyeliner is metal too

summary: How does applying pencil liner to Eddie while straddling him eventually end up with him crying most of it off? 

Includes: sub eddie, mommy kink (not overused), choking, begging, crying, established relationship, unprotected p in v sex, spit as lube, cowgirl position

Word count: 5.4k

“Hun, you have to hold still.” You say sternly with your cheap black pencil liner in one hand and Eddies chin in the other as he sits up against your headboard. You’ve been straddling him in just your underwear and his extra large band tee, trying to apply eyeliner to him for the past 20 minutes. It should only have taken maybe a little over 5 but this man cannot sit still for shit. He’s been fluttering his eyelids open, even when you told him to keep them closed, trying to tickle your waist after complaining about how you’re ‘pressing too hard’, and even open his mouth dramatically to try and bite your hand near his face. 

His pretty and big brown eyes open to look up at you. “I am still, what are you talking about?” he jokes, knowing damn well he’s been flinching and doing his worst at keeping his head still. He can’t help but be a tease. He loves seeing you in his clothes, thighs exposed, straddling him, face so focused on applying the eyeliner that your tongue pokes out.  

You sarcastically roll your eyes at him. “Stop trying to tickle me! Here-” you grab his palms off your waist and move them to your thighs “- keep your hands here, and just stay still for me, ok?”

“As you wish, milady.” he says through a dorky grin. He closes his eyes again, letting you go back to gently dragging the pencil along his eyelid, his smile now relaxing and fading. You smudge it a little bit at the center of the lid to smooth your lines together since they look a little spotty due to his flinching. You finally get to smudge out your last upper line, moving onto his lower lids. His blunt finger tips begin to drum out some random beat on your thighs. Your hand that was once on his chin moves to his exposed shoulder, now that his head is more stable.

The skin of his shoulder is warm and smooth, exposed due to his panty droppingly tight black tank top paired with black ripped jeans and belt chains. As you’re smudging out the liner on his lower lid, your eyes are caught on his exposed collar bones and chest tattoos peaking out from the low neckline of his tank. His typical guitar pick necklace is resting over his calmly rising and falling chest, adding to his overall look. His smell of smoke, weed, and strong masculine deodorant fills your nose. You gulp, suddenly realizing how close his ringed hands are traveling up your thighs and reaching behind to grip your-

“Hey, Eddie!” you jolt. His eyes are still closed, but a boyish giddy smile is now on his face, revealing those cute dimples of his. 

Cheeky bastard.

“You can keep your hands on me if you stay still..” you say as you bring your hand back up to his closed eyes. You finish up smudging your final spots and then twist to the side to grab the hand mirror you placed on your bed. 

“Take a look.” you say as you hand Eddie the mirror. You feel the warmth of one of his ringed hands move off of your rear to grab the mirror. He looks at himself and his eyes widen.

“Woah…” his voice trails off, going quiet as he tilts his head to both sides to see his eyes. He then gets excited and opens his mouth, tongue falling out confidently with a weird little noise following. You giggle at his reaction. 

“So you like it?” you ask.

“Of course!” he turns away from his reflection to look at you. “Thanks, babe.” He pecks a kiss of gratitude to your lips.

You take your mirror from him and get off his lap to put it up. His large shirt you’re wearing rides up just above the lower curves of your ass, just barely exposing it, but still enough for him to catch a glimpse. He smiles a grin you cant see while poking his tongue out, running it across his smiling upper lip.

He’s reminded of how it slaps back at his hips, waves of your flesh moving with every thrust when they slam into you, over and over, in and out. 

You turn around now that the mirror is set aside safely, and your eyes meet his face.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing– you just look cute as hell in my clothes, sweetheart.”

He’s still leaning back on your head board, chin angled down now as he eyes you. His eyes look so much darker and deeper with the eyeliner surrounding them. He pats his thighs, gesturing you to come back to straddling him. You walk over to your bed and climb up to swing your thighs over his lap as his arms open up widely to accept you.

Your hands rest on his neck and his head falls forward to your shoulders. His head shifts down to look at your body, left hand rising to pinch the fabric of the shirt you’re wearing between his fingers. Your hands now go up to his hair. You stroke his head as his left arm comes down to your right side, circling around your waist, pulling you into him.

“Something wrong, Ed?”

“I just, really wanna kiss you..” he mumbles, ever so shyly into your shoulder. “You just look so cute.”

Your face warms up at his confession, as well as his sudden shyness. 

“Is that really all you want to do?” you lower your tone as you question him, knowing he’s probably not being fully honest with you.

He lets out one singular exhale of a laugh and lifts his face to look at you. “Absolutely not.” He smiles up at you and grabs the elastic part of your underwear, pulling it back and letting it go so it snaps on your skin. You yelp and grab his face pulling his lips to your own. 

You’re smiling against his mouth as your lips mold together in a wet open mouth kiss. His hands lift off your rear to match up to your clothed waist. You can feel the heat of his large palms through your shirt. You can hear his nose exhale as well as your own as you both make out. Your tongues come out to slip into each others mouths, and you start to feel wetness coat your underwear.

His rough hands move up your back, brushing over your shoulder blades and back down the curves of your back as he leans off the headboard to aline his chest to yours. The action of his chest now pressing up on your own as you kiss him makes your hips slide forward. He gets butterflies at the action of your hips sliding closer to him so he brings his palm to the bottom of your shirt and moves his hands underneath it. The surprise of his blunt finger tips, heated palms, cold rings on your bare skin makes you exhale on his lips. 

His hands slide back down your skin to the front of your abdomen. He lowers them so his fingers can grip front of your shirt as he breaks the kiss. You look down at him confused, but he just moves his wet pink lips to ask a question. 

“Can I?” he says, and you think he’s referring to taking your shirt off so he can kiss your chest. You nod, but instead he lifts your shirt just enough to tuck his head fully underneath it and pull it over his full head of hair. His hands travel to your waist then up to your tits.

“Well, hello again pretty girls..” He says from under your shirt with a smile you can practically hear.

Why does he have to be such an idiot when he’s horny… You ask yourself while laughing with your mouth closed and lips pressed together in and effort to keep your laugh tame. 

“Eddie, you idiot-” but your lighthearted insult is cut off buy his hot mouth surrounding your nipple. His hands grab and squeeze on both your breasts as if he’s begging for them to never leave his grip. Your hands move to his shoulders, much too big to fit under the shirt with you, as you dig your fingers into them. His eyes shut at your grip, shamefully enjoying your harsh touch. 

You start to exhale faster at the attention his mouth is giving your nipples. He bites them lightly, then sucks harshly, and finally circles is tongue around them to sooth the pain. You flinch and arch at his actions going on under your shirt, the coat of wetness on your underwear getting wetter. 

His efforts continue, but you want to be the one to make him shudder now. You lift your shirt over his frizzy hair, unintentionally pulling some of it forward to fall over his face. Your shirt slides back down over your torso, his hands still on your skin. You yank his hair back harshly, making him wince in pleasure. The grip he has on you becomes tighter, then relaxes. With his neck exposed, you tilt your head to give wet hasty kisses on his heated skin. You lick a stripe up his neck to his earlobe, giving it a tug between your teeth, making him exhale in your ear. He whimpers out a curse, now squeezing you tighter, without loosening. 

Your fingertips trace over his collar bone to the strap of his tank top to slide it down over his shoulder to expose more skin. You begin to bite and suck on the flesh above his collarbone, close to the curve of his shoulder. His hands under your shirt begin to slide down, ringed fingers slip beneath your underwear, gripping your bare ass and rolling your hips forward.

“Come on sweetheart, you know I like it rougher than that.” He rasps lowly, wanting you to bite him harder and suck darker bruises onto his skin. He’s such a sucker for harsh, mean looking, hickeys.

You pull back, mouth detaches off his skin. Your eyes meet his as you smile down at his lips while licking your own. “And you know I like you better with your shirt off.” you say with a cheeky tone, eyes lifting up back to his own, looking even hotter with eyeliner. 

Fuck, he’s gotta wear eyeliner more often.

Now he’s quickly pulling his shirt off over his head at a desperate speed. He throws the tank top to the floor, shaking the hair out of his face. Your eyes look to admire his bareness. One side of his neck, shoulder, and collar bone littered with a line of weak hickeys and teeth marks. You can see a slight glimmer form your saliva left over on his skin, too. You let your jaw go slack, preparing to make those hickeys much darker. You tell him to slide back so he can lay on the bed horizontally while crawling off of him so he can adjust himself.

You climb back on top, your panty covered crotch sitting on top of his own jean covered one. You place a hand on the back of his head and one on his shoulder, turning his neck to the side. leaning down, your breasts push into his chest making his head spin with perverted thoughts, even though they’re completely covered by a band tee. His band tee. 

You begin biting so hard on his previous bruises that he winces in pain and grabs ahold of you out of pure reflex. His large hands grip at your shirt, veins bulging and knuckles whitening, eyes squeezing shut. His body shifts under your own, squirming in pain, yet he’s making groans and whimpers of pleasure. Wetness at his eyelids begins to form, slightly dampening his liner, but no tears fall. 

“Fuck yes, thats more like it.” he groans and sighs out, making you practically feel your heart beat in your pussy. You lick over his bites and then suck harshly, deepening the colors on his skin. The slick drenching your underwear is becoming unbearable. You need some sort of friction, some sort of contact, a release even. 

You rise up off of him, looking down at his marked up neck, shoulders, and tattooed chest. He’s breathing just as heavy as you are, dark eyes circled with now damp liner, mouth open letting shakey breaths come out, dark brown curly hair surrounding your pillow under him. His hands fall from your shirt to the bed as you slide down his body, placing kisses down his abdomen.

His head lifts off the pillows to follow your every move on him. Your kisses come down to a stop once you reach the button on his jeans. You raise your head to look at his eyes, staring you down lustfully. “Do you want to take these off for me?” you say to him with a smile. His hands are already rushing down to his pants to remove them the moment your question leaves your lips. You also move off him to quickly remove your underwear, feeling a line of clear wetness connecting your underwear to your center. 

Eddie lays back in his same position with his dick now fully hard as you climb on top of him. His ringed hands travel to your thighs on either sides of his hips, squeezing them. You let your core hover over his firm length thats laying flat against his stomach. You lift your shirt up, but still keeping it on, as you grind your wetness on the skin of his shaft, not letting it enter you yet. 

Your hips slowly roll over his veins from his base up to his tip, leaving a trail of your wetness from bottom to top, only slicking up the parts your folds are touching. Eddie can hear how wet you are, and he cant take his eyes off of your pussy grinding on his shaft. He thinks it’s so erotic to rub your core all over him and throw your head back at the contact, letting him know that any part of his dick feels good as long as its touching you in some way. He can hear your breathing increase as your hips roll forward faster, practically putting on a whole show for him. 

He tucks his lower lip in his mouth at the sight, eyebrows slanting downward, exhaling hard through his nose. “Fuck-” he curses under his breath.

Your head comes down to look at his dark eyes, but they aren’t looking at yours. They are fixated on your pussy, the way your folds drape over his shaft leaving wet proof of your arousal. You lift your hips to tease him, but you don’t expect his eyes to fixate harder on something else. 

“Wait wait- do that again.” he begs, tapping on your thigh. You put your pussy back on him and then lift it again much slower, and he practically melts at the sight of your slick connecting clear strands between your pussy and the hard shaft of his dick. 

“Holy fuck, thats really hot…” he says breathlessly. You lightly chuckle down at him. You lower your shirt back down and bring your head to hover over his face, coming down to kiss his pretty pink and plump lips. The teasing helped you alleviate the ache of needing your wetness touched, but now you just want more. His hands move to grip your angled up ass tightly, bringing a moan out of you as your lips are still on him.

Your kiss with him comes to an end as quickly as it started so you could lift up straight and take tug your shirt off over your head. His eyes– looking extra sensual with all that eyeliner still surrounding them– stare at your now naked body on top of his own. He licks his lips as he takes your body in, lowering back to sit on the curve of his shaft again. 

“You look so pretty on top of me, doll face.” His hands travel up from your ass to your thighs, then hips, then to your waist. He gulps. “Can you, um- maybe move faster?” his voice is shaking with arousal. 

The smile that you have on your face is patronizing. “Aw. like this?” your hips grind on him at a steady pace, which you know isn’t the fast pace he wanted. 

“damn it, y/n” he whines at you, “cmon, please…”

“Please what?”

Your folds still drag on him lazily, not moving any faster. He bucks up onto them, hoping that it will give him more of that wet sticky friction he craves.

“please stop teasing-” he sighs “fuck, please..”

At this point, he’s practically asking for you to ride him, wanting him inside of you this time. 

“Do you want me to fuck you, then? Yes or no, Eddie.” 

“Yes- yes, please” his voice rushes out. “God damn it, fuck yeah I do.”

You lift your leaking folds off his shaft and raise your hips in the air so your mouth, rather than your core, is directly above his glistening dick as you sit up. 

You let spit fall from your mouth and slowly drip on his dick, mixing with your slick. You lift your hand to grab it, giving it a few pumps. His hips push up into your fist, trying to fuck it by himself. “Stay still, Eddie.” you mutter to him, making his shoulders and chest shrink down in needy disappointment, wanting to continue fucking himself in your hand. 

You bring your hand that was wrapped around his shaft a few inches from the side of his face. “Spit.” you say, and he turns his shoulders to lift his head over your palm and spit into it. 

“Good boy.”

Blood rushes to his dick at your praise.

Your palm, now covered in his spit, comes to lather up his dick. Your hand effortlessly slips from bottom to top, squeezing harder when your palm meets around his tip. He exhales heavier at your technique, fighting back the urge to just fuck his dick up into your hand until he’s cumming all over it.

You grab his hand with your unoccupied one, guiding his fingers to your wetness. 

“Feel that?” you ask him, his fingers sliding over your slit as he nods, tucking his lips into a needy flat line. 

“Hear that?” you say, referring to the sounds of how wet you are. He gulps and lets his middle finger slide into you. You spit into your hand and rub it into his dick again as you shudder at his finger slipping in and out of you. 

Noises of your wetness with his own as you rub him faster fill your bedroom, along with your sighing and a groan escaping Eddie’s lips. You grab his hand that was fingering you and guide his fingers into his mouth, making him taste you. He obliges, licking up your wetness while watching you on top of him.

Your hand stops rubbing him and you hover your hips over his shaft, guiding his tip to your entrance. His finger leaves his mouth and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.

You sink your hips onto him while your hands lay flat on his chest, bracing yourself at the stretch. His veins that your folds were just gliding over are now kissing your walls inside you. His head bends back into the pillow behind him as he grips your hips, giving them a squeeze. 

“ha.. shit, so warm- you’re so warm.” he whimpers, large brown eyes with eyeliner shut and reopen to look at your pussy after it completely swallows him. You slowly lift up and sink back down again. You gasp at the feeling of his thick shaft filling you, then your hips raising so just his firm tip is inside and slamming back down. 

You keep a steady pace of just slowly lifting and harshly coming back down, making his mouth go slack as he only breathes though those perfect lips of his. 

“Oh god, please babe, I’m begging you.. go faster” he moans.

“Oh really? Thats not convincing.” you tease him, hand coming up to wrap around his throat lightly, which only makes him even more needy, since he likes it so much better when you choke him harder than this. 

He whines. “y/n, please”

“Try again.”

“Jesus, fuck- y/n, please, please. I’ll be a good boy, I’ll do anything, just go faster.”

You get butterflies and clench your walls around him tightly at his whines. “Much better, Eddie.” You smile down at him, slamming your hips down faster, causing the bed to shake and his body to twitch with every movement. His eyes squint in pleasure, stomach tightening, legs shaking. His grip on your hips gets firmer.

You moan and let your head fall back, taking your hand off his throat to push your hair away. You notice how he looks underneath you, hair messily laying around his pleasured face, dark hickeys and bite marks all along his neck and shoulders, wet lips parting from each other to let all his noises out, chest tightening- its so obvious he’s feeling so good.

Your hand comes back down to wrap around his throat lightly again. 

“You like this, don’t you baby boy?”

“Mhmm” he whispers, eyes rolling back as you choke harder, hot tears starting to form around his eyes.

“Yeah, you like when I use you like this? hm?” 

He nods at your words, a singular weak tear comes out only about an inch far from its source. The tear picks up some of his eyeliner so it has black specs in it, depositing it onto his face.

“Say it, use your words” you start to pant, continuing to roll your hips on him at that fast pace. 

“Shit- yes mommy-” You abruptly stop rolling your hips, your now wide eyes meeting his widened ones as both his hands slap over his mouth to cover it entirely. He’s shocked by what came out of him. Your hand lifts off his throat.

“Oh fuck- I’m sorry” his muffled embarrassed rambles rush out quickly. He’s been wanting to call you that for so long, it just slipped out “I was- it was supposed to be ‘yes ma’am’ but, I’m sor-” 

“I really dont give a shit, just say it again.” you command, grabbing his wrists with both your hands, taking his hands off his mouth. You lean forward a bit to pin them down firmly on either side of his head. You’re completely turned on by his secret mommy kink, and all you want to do now is make him cry as much of that eyeliner off as he can. 

You start fucking him again, hips raised now at a different angle since you’re leaning forward. You glide up and down on him, nice and easy, purposely squeezing your walls around him every time you rise up along his shaft. He bites his lips, trying to keep his mouth shut.

“Say it, Eddie.” you spit out, and he shudders at your harshness. He ashamed of how aroused it makes him. He feels so perverted… but so good…

“Fuck mommy,” he cries out with a whimper that drives you crazy, “harder. Fuck me harder.”

You start to pick up the pace slam your hips down, faster and rougher, just how he likes it. Your hands on his wrists grip around harder, nails digging into them because of how good you’re feeling. Curses and moans leave your mouth.

“I’m gonna use both hands on you now ok?” you say through a moan, referring to placing both hands on his throat, and he gets visibly excited.

He shows all his teeth in the smile he gives you, dimples appearing again. “Oh shit, you don’t know how much I want that.”

You exhale a short small laugh at him as you stop bouncing on his dick temporarily. “Just tap my arm several times if it’s too much, then.”

You slide both your hands off his wrists to move them over to his neck. Layering your fingers over him, you start squeezing, firmly but not roughly, experimenting how much pressure you really need to use on him.

You then continue riding him at your pace from a few seconds ago. Rolling your hips, bouncing on him roughly making your tits shift up and down along with your body. 

Now you have both your hands wrapping around his throat, choking him as he drools. His big hands move from off the mattress they were pinned to, and up to grab your forearms as tears fall from the pain and pleasure he’s receiving. The tears pick up the eyeliner from his eyes and drag them down the sides of his face as he smiles a fucked out open mouthed grin, beginning to go only slightly lightheaded from the choking. 

“You look so pretty like this, Eddie baby - oh fuck - crying all that eyeliner off for me.” you can’t help but moan at the sight.

He lets a choked whimper come out from your praise. His hips buck up, a reaction to feeling so stirred up by your dominance, by you using his dick like its all your own, like it belongs to you.

The thoughts make his stomach flutter and tighten, he cries even more. He wants you to choke him harder and ride him rougher.

“More.” he rasps out.

You lift your fingers off his neck.

“Speak up, pretty boy.”

“Want you to choke me harder” he says in one rushed breath.

Your hips slowly and sensually roll on him, catching your breath. “You’re the cutest,” you say to him, out of breath, “but I know you can ask me better than that.”

He gulps, knowing what you mean. He blinks lazily, chest rising quickly, licking his lips in anticipation. 

“shit, please mommy” he whines, “be rough with me, I want it”

Your hips roll a little faster.

“Again.” you command

“Jesus christ, I need it. Use me, fuck me, ah shit- shit! Hurt me, I don’t care…” 

“Again” you full on moan

“please, please-” he lets all these ‘pleases’ fall from his lips, voice getting higher after each one. He’s impatiently bucking up into you, making his dick meet your thrusts at a thigh clenching pace.

“Thats it baby, there it is.” both your hands now return to his neck, choking so hard that his tongue begins to come out a little bit, his eyes flutter and roll back, ringed hands gripping at your forearms. He’s shuddering so much, you think he must be close to reaching his climax with the way his voice is trembling and his rough hands grip you. You keep moaning at the sight.

The cut off of his circulation that your hands are providing him makes his head dizzy. His vision blurs, he can feel his heart beat in his temples. He taps out, patting your arm signaling for you to release his neck. You quickly do, placing your hands on his chest, watching his face closely. 

“You ok?” you breath out to him and he nods quickly. He lets rushed and raspy breaths leave his plump lips, corners of his mouth wet with drool. Pink swollen lips quivers as he nears his orgasm and new hot tears fall. 

“My good boy, you took it so well.” You smile down at his dizzy, unfocused eyes. Streaks of tears with eyeliner paint his beautiful face.

“Oh fuck, I’m so close- so close sweetheart-” he cries out loudly, voice dry and cracked, head whipping back onto the pillow. He curses and whines out ‘fuck’ over and over again. His words slur together as he loses his composure. 

“Not yet,” you whine, “hold it.”

Hands on his chest begin to squeeze him, and you start to near your own climax. You want to see how far he can hold it for you, how long you can keep him on edge. How much can he plea before he just cant speak normally anymore.

His trembling sweaty hands are now squeezing so hard on your thighs that the skin molds tightly around his grip, creating little hills of flesh between his thick fingers. Blunt nails start to press into your skin. His bottom lip is being bitten so hard by his upper row of teeth that is turns from pink to red, nearly drawing blood. Holding back an orgasm is so much harder for him than you thought.

Your hand comes down to your mound, middle finger finding your clit to rub quick circles on it. This causes heat to rush from your face to your arms, stomach, and legs, making your whole body stimulated. Your pussy involuntarily clenches around him.

Eddies heart skips a beat and his breath is caught in his throat.

“No, no- ‘m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” his voice comes out sounding like he’s about to cry again.

You’re moaning louder now. 

“Hold it, hold it-” you’re so close.

“I cant mommy, please!” he repeats over and over ‘let me cum, let me cum’ each whine more pitchier than the last. He’s shaking harder than ever, his grip on you becomes painful. 

The stimulation you give your clit makes your head fall back and shoulders shake violently as you begin to feel the beginning of your orgasm grow in your stomach. 

“Cum, Eddie.”

You ride out your own climax while he’s still cumming inside you. He whimpers out ‘thank you’ twice in one breath so they come out very airy and light. Your face is hot as you feel tingles in your cheeks. Sweat appears on your back, face, and neck as shivers and trembles run through your body. Cum from both of you, as you still fuck yourself on him, creates a runny cream colored ring at the end oh his base, spilling onto his pubic area, trickling down his balls. 

He trembles at the warm liquid spilling around on him, hands still on your hips but his grip is loose. All you can hear is his vocal groans through his gritted teeth mixed with your whines as you come down from your high. 

You stop bouncing once you’re both finished, and just stay sitting on his dick. Your thighs burn from how over worked they are and your chest heaves. Eddie stares at your tired face and moving breasts as your chest rises from breathing.

“Heh,” he chuckles, “hot.”

Your breathing is deep and slow as you look down, getting an eye-full of his flushed and red fucked out face with dried streaks of dark eyeliner. He has small strands of curls clinging to his forehead and neck. You half smile at him, too tired to fully move muscles in your face. 

“Yeah, your secret mommy kink is very hot” you tease. 

He had nearly forgotten that he called you that since he was so focused on the way his orgasm shaked him up. His fingers, glittering with his rings, come up to shyly rub one of his eyes, accidentally smearing the eyeliner more.

“Oh god, y/n, please don’t.” he tiredly chuckles, voice coming out dryly. He begins to barely soften in you.

A sigh leaves your lips. “Too late. There are 2 things you need to do more often now.” you say as you begin to raise off of him.

“And what’s that?” his eyebrow lifts as he watches you.

You swing a leg off of him and collapse next to his head. Then, bringing yourself up on your forearms, you turn your face to meet his smeared eyes.

“Well for one, you need to wear eyeliner more often.”

“And two?”

You bring your voice to a whisper with another half smile. “I think you know exactly what two is.”

He shyly turns his head away from you, but you catch a smile on his face before its fully out of your vision. He whispers under his breath a ‘god damn it’ and you find his bashfulness extremely cute. 

His head turns back to you. “Ok, ok. Fine for both. But-”

You raise an eyebrow at him in confusion. 

“You gotta choke me like that with both hands again.” you both giggle stupidly. “Because that shit-” he whistles out a note “-that’s hot. Like, hot as hell.”

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took me way too long to write this, y’all. 

More of my mommy!kink sub Eddie work

i like how i didnt make the mommy kink excessive to the point where it gets over used and loses its effect. lmk if theres anything you really liked about my writing in this fic so i know what to continue doing :)

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Bawling my eyes out

follow you to mordor| e.m

eddie munson x f!black!sinclair reader

wc: 2.9k

warnings: fluff/violence/injuries/curse words/no use of y/n

a/n: if i miss anything let me know! i don’t expect this to get any reads. it’s been a minute since i’ve had inspiration to write. gif not mine!

The news that spread around town was something you refused to believe. Something felt off about everything. Given everything you have experienced with your brother and his friends you knew the deaths they described were not something of this world. You were at Starcourt with your siblings that night. It wasn’t the best thing to go through after graduating high school. You should’ve gone to college further away. However, something urged you to stay behind a little longer. This all leads up to where you are right now, in Reefer Rick’s boathouse getting Eddie to calm down, after telling us what happened. You reached over and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. In return he held your hand. Robin looked at your hands then looked at you with a questioning look. Eddie has been a dear friend of yours since you were kids. He took care of you, and you took care of him.

“Just because you ran doesn’t make you a coward Eds” you whispered to him.

“I didn’t know what to do” his tone just as broken as he looked right now. All you could do was pull him into a hug, running your fingers through his curls as he held onto you for dear life. He played with the ends of your braids to keep his hands busy.

“You guys go and I’ll stay with him for a while.” You told the others.

“I can’t let you stay here angel” Eddie told you before anyone could say something.

“He’s right, what if someone finds the both of you here?” Steve voiced.

“We can bring him some food later and you can stay longer” Robin suggested. You could only nod in response and hold Eddie a bit tighter. Everyone left the boathouse giving the two of you some time. Pulling apart from the hug you rested your forehead against his.

“I hate that I can’t stay with you” you admitted softly. “All the shit I went through with these guys, and it continues to happen.” You continued.

“Is it true you spit in the Russian dude’s face?”  Eddie questions with a small smile pulling away to look at your face.

“Absolutely, I don’t like being manhandled… without consent” you added sending him a wink before standing up. His jaw dropped, you say things like this around him often hoping he would pick up on the hint that you want him to manhandle you consensually.

“I’ll see you later angel” he said after shaking what you said from his immediate thoughts.

“See you later bubs” you kissed his cheek before exiting the boathouse. With a small smile on your face closing the door tight to make it look like it has been unbothered. You made your way back to the group.

“All good now sparkles?” Robin asked  pulling you into a side hug. Robin has become your closest friend since you visited Scoops often, and after the events of last summer you became closer than ever.

“All good nugget” you confirm returning the gesture.

~little hop, skip, and a jump to preparing to go to the Upside Down~

As your siblings sat together making the spears you stood not too far from them practicing with the bow and arrow you picked up. You were good at archery, and you knew it could come in handy with the bats.

“Well, even though you’re a bench-riding  loser, but you’re still my brother. Just the facts” Erica tells Lucas.

“That’s the truth!” you chimed in causing them to laugh. You glance over at Eddie and Dustin goofing off and it warmed your heart. You head over to them asking Dustin could you steal Eddie for a moment.

“Hey angel” he greeted you with his pretty smile.

“Hi bubs” you smiled back at him before pulling him into a tight hug. He squeezed you back.

“What’s on your mind sweetheart?” he felt you shrug at his question. ‘I know you’re lying. What’s going on in that brain of yours?’ he asks again.

“You do know I’d follow you to Mordor, right? All the way to Mount Doom, until the eagles come and rescue us.” the words rushed out your mouth as you looked up into his eyes.

“You’d come with me even if I ask you to stay behind?” he understood every word regardless of how fast you said them. When you get nervous or stressed you talk at a rapid pace he learned to keep up with it.

“I’d follow you anywhere Eds, no way in hell I’m letting you go anywhere alone” you replied. You looked up into his beautiful brown eyes. As he still held you close you admired his face. ‘You’re pretty bubs’ you whispered to him.

“You’re stunning sweetheart” he whispered back.

“I love you” this wasn’t the first time you said this to Eddie, however the meaning behind it this time was different.

“I know angel. I love you too” He assured you kissing your forehead.

“Edward Munson, I love you, as in I am in love with you. Now is a shit time to say it but, with what I’ve seen and been through already. I can’t go any longer without you knowing.” You explained. The curly haired metalhead was stunned, he knew that he was in love with you when you started your freshman year, and he was in his sophomore year. You changed a lot through the summer between your eighth grade and start of high school. The moment he realized it is when you stood up to a senior who was harassing one of the girls in your grade. You are one of the bravest people he has the pleasure of knowing. In response to your admission, he cupped your face gently and pressed a kiss to your lips. Not aware of the entire group watching.

“Fucking finally” Robin yells, and Nancy nods in agreement.

“They weren’t together already?” Steve asks. Dustin and Max are cheering.

“Gross” Erica imitates gagging.

“Please stop” you hear Lucas request.

“I love you too” Eddie says pulling away from you.

“Great now that you two weirdos have finally admitted your feelings. Be productive.” Erica comments, you couldn’t help but laugh. She was convinced for a couple years that you were already dating Eddie. What better way to admit loving someone that you love them when the world is going to shits right? You spent too long hiding your feelings and with not knowing what could happen now is a better time than ever.

~a few hours later~

“Nobody deviates from the plan no matter what, got it?” Nancy asks at the end of going over the plan. All equipped with your weapons heading to the gate in Eddie’s trailer. Eddie holding your hand as you stood between him and Dustin. Your thoughts are not only on what will happen as you step through that gate but on your siblings and Max. You can be an affectionate person when you want to be and today made you one. Hugging your siblings tight just in case it was your last time.

-Earlier-

“Please don’t die” Lucas whispers to you as you and your siblings huddled together.

“You two don’t die. You both have so much to live for, mom and dad will be okay without me. You two will as well if anything happens to me” you tell them seriously.

“What makes you think we would be okay?” Erica asks you incredulously.

“The two of you would have each other. I want you to remember that always if I’m not around. You’ll move forward, obliviously not right away but eventually” you answer her solemnly.

“If you don’t come back, I will let Erica beat your ass” Lucas says seriously.

“I’ll do it” she confirms. You laugh softly pulling them both into a tight hug. They hugged you back tighter.

“I love you both so much. I’m glad to be your sister” you remind them. They pulled away from the hug and the three of you sat in silence holding their hands.

~present~

“If things here start to go south, I mean, at all you abort. Okay? Draw the attention of the bats. Keep ‘em busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna. Don’t try to be cute or be a hero or something.” Steve says to Dustin and Eddie. Though you were standing with them he didn’t address you about being a hero. Steve knew you would do anything for the group and he trusted you to keep them safe.

“Don’t worry you can be the hero Steve” Dustin says. You walked away from his side and went to give Nancy and Robin a hug.

“Be safe my nugget and curly fry” you tell them giving them a squeeze.

“Absolutely, I mean look at us, we are not heroes.” You heard Eddie say to Steve. As the trio began to walk away, he stepped forward. ‘Hey Steve, make him pay’  they give each other a nod of assurance. You stayed outside as Eddie and Dustin went into the trailer. Readying your bow and arrow just in case. The guys came out the trailer, Eddie with his guitar with him. You head to the top of the trailer after they climb up. Robin’s voice comes over the walkie signaling it’s time for the distraction.

“Chrissy, this is for you” Eddie says before he starts playing Master of Puppets by Metallica. The demobats are now heading in your direction.

“Eddie! We gotta lock down in t-minus 30 seconds!” Dustin yells. He continues to yell every ten seconds. “One!” he yells and you all jump down from the trailer rushing inside the trailer locking it up. “Most metal ever!” he yells and they both get excited. You have your bow ready, not yelling with them.

“They’re on the roof” you yell to them. You heard them let out a string of shits.

“They can’t get in through there can they?” Dustin asks Eddie. A bat comes in the vent before he can answer one pops through. They begin stabbing it with their spears and Eddie covers it with the trash can lid shields they made.

“Eddie the vent in your room!” you yelled running towards the back of the trailer. It’s too late though they bust through the vent. You run back into the living room. “Dustin get your ass back through that gate now!” you yell to the teen you refuse to let die. You take his spear and throw it at the bats. Dustin tried to protest but you cut him off, ‘Now!’ he nods frantically heading back up the sheets tied together. Eddie looks at you expectantly. ‘Start climbing Eds. I’m right behind you” he hesitates for a moment but climbs up the sheets. You looked up at the two of them and they look back at you. Dustin immediately understanding what has gone through your head. He saw the look in your eyes before.

“Don’t fucking do it!” Dustin yells at you.

“Dustin I’m glad you have been in my life. You are an amazing kid. Tell my siblings I love them.” You tell him pulling the knife strapped to your thigh and cut the sheets. Eddie screams your name. You can hear how broken it sounds and it hurts your heart. “Edward Munson, I’m glad that I had the honor of loving someone as extraordinary and kindhearted as you are. I love you and take care of them please” you looked at him for what you fear is your last time. As you readied your bow you gave them one last look before running out the trailer. They screamed for you. Hoping you would turn around.

“Come and get me bitches” you yell running away from the trailer. Once you felt you were far enough you began to let your arrows fly. What you didn’t know is that Eddie and Dustin came back through the gate. Eddie went first and put the mattress down for Dustin. They ran out the trailer to see you standing in the swarm of bats. Your braids that you threw in a ponytail blowing through the wind, not once did you back down. A few of the bats attacked you, gaining a few bites. You kept fighting, then the bats dropped to the ground. So did you. Eddie screamed for you running to your body. Dustin not too far behind dropping to his knees next you Eddie. Your abdomen was bleeding, your face was caked with some dirt and blood.

“Hi guys” you wheezed out looking at them and smiled softly. ‘Thought I told you to go’ you chuckled out.

“Angel now isn’t the time to laugh. We gotta get you to a hospital” Eddie says through tears. Dustin says your name tears forming in his eyes.

“Take care of them for me Dusty” you say to the curly haired teen you have grown to love like your own little brother through the years. “Next time you talk to Suzie, tell her I said hello” you tell him holding his hand.

“You’re going to tell her yourself. We’re taking you home” he replies a sob wracking his body.

“Honey look at me…” you’re now addressing Eddie, the beautiful brown eyes you’ve loved since you were kids looked into yours. ‘I love you. Remember that for me and walk that fucking stage. It’s your year baby” you lift you hand to touch his cheek. It made him cry some more, before he can reply he felt your hand drop from his face. Your body grew heavy in his lap. The painful sob that he let out made Dustin sob harder.

“We have to get her home” Eddie says, ‘She doesn’t deserve to be left here.’ He continued. Dustin agreed. Eddie picked up your body and carried you back to his trailer. Neither of them noticing your slow breathing. Getting you through the gate wasn’t easy but they did it for you. For Erica and Lucas, you deserved that much and so did they. They were still determined to get you to a hospital, so they called an ambulance from Max’s trailer and Eddie hid. What they didn’t know was that at the time you were getting wheeled in on a gurney, Max was as well.

~ two days later~

By some miracle Eddie’s name was in the process of being cleared. Proving that Hellfire Club is just a club for nerds to play a fantasy board game and not a satanic cult. He sat at your bedside  almost refusing to leave until Wayne forced him to go get some rest. When he did rest Wayne sat by your side holding your hand.

“Come on kiddo we need you here. He needs you here” Wayne says giving your hand a squeeze and a few seconds later you squeezed his back lightly. Your eyes fluttered open, and you glanced over a Wayne with a smile on your face once more. Your siblings didn’t know you were in the hospital. Until today, they caught site of Eddie entering your room.

“Eddie!” Lucas yells getting his attention. Eddie turned to your siblings walking away from your door meeting them halfway in the hallway. “Who are you here seeing? Have you seen our sister?” he asked.

“I’m here seeing your sister. We dragged her back through the gate thinking she was dead. Turns out we got her here in time.” Eddie rambles to the Sinclair kids. At the mention of their sister the two ran past him and into the room they saw him getting ready to enter. They were met with you laughing with a man they have never met before. You paused in your conversation.

“Hey guys, I see you didn’t die.” You joked as the two of them rushed into your arms. You winced at the impact but not for them to notice. “This is Mr. Munson, Eddie’s uncle. Wayne this is Lucas and Erica.” You introduced them. Looking up at the doorway you see your favorite person in the world and couldn’t help but smile brightly. Motioning him over to you he made his way to stand by his uncle.

“Can I have a moment with her? I’ll let you guys have all her time afterwards” Eddie asks. They nodded stepping out into the hallway.

“We’re going back to Max’s room” Lucas announced heading out the door.

“We’ll be back later” Erica says after.

“I’m going to help in any way I can.” Wayne says after your siblings left. Eddie sat down in the chair his uncle once occupied and held your hand. His eyes glassy from the tears that formed.

You cupped his cheek rubbing it softly.

“Hi my sweet baby” you whispered trying to avoid crying.

“Hi my angel” he whispers reaching up to hold your face softly.

“I told you, I would follow you to Mordor” your voice cracked as tears threatened to fall. Eddie launched himself out the chair to just hug you tight. He knew that if it wasn’t you to make a crazy hero decision it probably would’ve been him. He was forever grateful to have you in his life and he let you know all of this as well. He swore up and down that once you’re released the two of you are getting married.

Penny for Your Thoughts - Summer of '89 (young parents!Eddie munson x fem!reader)

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author notes: i should be working on my series, but every time i think about it’s timeline, i end up wanting to post about that specific thing, so here’s a little bit of eddie munson x fem!reader as the young parents i constantly think of them as. it’s gotten worse with all those eddie look alikes with babies pics going around. oh, and reader and eddie eloped on graduation night like i know we ALL would have done. Technically part of the CYM verse but can be read out of it. Can't put a read more thing because Tumblr won't let me, sorry. reader is 22 and Eddie is 23.

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You were on the edge of a nap, not quite out of it but not quite present. An American Tail was playing in the background, but the noise grew further and further away from your subconscious. Until you felt a sudden blunt, rough jab against your closed eye. That definitely brought you back.

You groaned, a hand reaching up to press and rub against your eye as you heard a quiet chuckle from the right of you. Once the pain had subsided, you tried your hardest to glare at your husband. It was more of a squint than anything. He didn’t even attempt to hide his smirk from his place, sat man-spread on the couch with his arms over the top cushions. “I thought about stopping her, but she looked too cute concentrating like that.”

Your gaze shifted towards the culprit, curled up nearly on top of your side. Your daughter grinned at you, displaying her tiny little teeth. Staring up at you with her father’s big brown, Bambi like eyes, and a wild head of curls that looked to be a mix of both of her parents’, it was obvious she was unapologetic and satisfied with herself for abruptly coaxing you from what was promising to be a nice nap. You had been spread out on the floor in front of the tv, playing with your daughter whenever she grew bored of the cartoon displayed before her. Eddie had been tuning his guitar before she’d woken up from her nap, and had switched to simply observing you two. Eventually, the movie had gained her attention, and you had decided it was your turn for a nap but apparently not. “Penny, ow.” You frowned at her gently. You weren’t big on punishing her because she was a pretty good kid, but she’d just entered the terrible two’s and you were hoping to put off the terrible for as long as you could by encouraging her to recognize good and bad.

“Mama ow?” She repeated, voice full of innocence and surprise, because obviously your baby hadn’t intentionally meant to hurt you. Once you nodded, still faking a frown, she made a face of her own—you loved how expressive she was, definitely something she got from Eddie—and moved further up your body until she was eye level with you.

You could immediately tell what her intentions were, so your eye shut to prepare for the kiss she pressed to it. “Mwah! No ow!”

“Thank you, Penny!” You cooed, pressing kisses into her round, chubby little face. “Awe, my girls! Love it when they kiss and makeup.” Came your husband’s responding coo. You blew him a kiss from your place on the carpet, fingers stroking over Penny’s curls. “Thanks for no help.”

“Hey—I warned you she’d have me wrapped around her drool covered fingers. Besides, I couldn’t have got to her in time.” He made no move to join you on the ground, too taken with watching you interact with the literal proof of your love for each other.

Two whole years later, and he was still often left stupefied as he watched you with her, completely in love with how she was a perfect mixture of you both, so much that it was difficult for most people to decide on who she looked like most. If people saw her with just Eddie, she looked like his little twin, albeit with a little more saturation and curls much more voluminous than his, and if they saw her with you, she looked like your Mini Me, with a lower saturation.

That’s how Eddie saw her. You’d argue that her facial expressions imitated his, but all he saw was the same cute little nose crinkle that had been his doom when he’d first met you, peering up at him.

Penny had his eyes, there was no denying that. Now that he was a victim to your daughter’s puppy dog stare, he often liked to wonder about how much you had allowed him to get away with because of his own. His kid was using his own tricks against him.

“She’s a girl on a mission,” You muse, your attention returning to the two year old in question, but it wasn’t your attention she had wanted in the first place this time.

Penny’s stare was focused on the area of your body she’d previously been resting against. And then like a snake, she struck. She dove for your covered boob, mouthing at it so aggressively you couldn’t do anything but burst out laughing. Eddie quickly joined you, hand forming a fist to press against his mouth as he shook with it. Penny had been clingier than ever since you had slowly, but surely, started to ween her off your breasts; however, what with being a baby and all, she still lacked the impulse control to keep her desperation at bay. “Oh, yeah.” Eddie’s chest puffed out once you’d both calmed down, and you had caved to your daughter’s demands, lifting your shirt over your boob so she could nurse. Penny seemed so pleased with herself for amusing her daddy because she also couldn’t stop bobbing around while she was attached to you. “That’s my baby girl.” You rolled your eyes affectionally, turning your head to stare at him while she played more with your nipple than nursed. You were hoping if you stayed relax, she somehow wouldn’t remember she had teeth. “You know, this is all your fault. You’re always going on and on about how you were the main ingredient for her recipe, but I’m the one she gnaws on. It’s not fair.”

“I agree,” he snorted. “It should be me gnawing on your tit.”

“Eddie!”

“What?” He laughed out, his pretty eyes getting all squinty as he stayed fixated on you with a look no short of adoration slapped on his face. “It’s true! I can barely get to second base ‘cause she always leaves your nipples sore. I love her so much, and I’ll let her twist my nipples off,” Penny had decided that was what they were best for once she realized she couldn’t get anything from them like she could yours after a few misguided attempts, “when we’re cuddling before bedtime, but she refuses to share you. And all I get to do is sit back and watch her have fun.”

That wasn’t entirely the truth, while the green eyed monster did flare its head for about .1% of the time he spent watching you take care of her and nurse her, the other 99.9% felt absolutely primal. It was crude, but the reality of it was Penny had originally been a creampie, just with a surprise in it. You’d both been stunned when you learned you were pregnant, though he had suspected it due to a few subtle changes in your behavior. It wasn’t something you really panicked over, it was just that something was. . .well, it just was.

It also helped that all he wanted out of life was to be happy with you and by the grace of some God, you shared that desire. So, Penny had come to fruition. And just like when he’d met you, Eddie found himself discovering another thing he wasn’t sure how he had lived so long without. Fatherhood.

No gig, no high, nothing would ever compare to that immense pride, that absolute satisfaction that coursed through him as he watched you hold her tiny little body against your bare chest in that hospital room for the first time before she’d been whisked away to the NICU.

“She has been clingy,” You agreed, eyes glazing over as you recall the last time you and Eddie were able to completely ravage each other and not just fuck whenever you could. It had been like four days ago, but that was still too long. “But.”

Eddie’s head tilted, his stare darkening as he waited patiently for you to continue.

“But, but, but. Since she hasn’t had as many opportunities, I’m not all that sore and tired anymore.”

Eddie sprang up from his place on the couch, plucking Penny right off your boob. It was obvious even to him that she was just playing with it at that point, and it was time he had his turn. “C’mon, little bitty pretty one, Uncle Dustin and Uncle Steve want to babysit you for an unforeseeable amount of time today.”

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ─ 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝟖𝟕'

(young parents!Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

more dad!eddie and penny adventures can be found on my masterlist

summary: . . you leave eddie to watch your newborn with some ‘help’ (they don’t really do anything) from jonathan and argyle.

a/n: everyone lives in Hawkins because i said so. as always, no beta so mistakes will be fixed later. 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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“Dude.”  Argyle leaned in for a closer look, staring deeply into the unimpressed, brown eyes peering up at him from her place in her bouncer, tiny fists curled near her head, fuzzy with dark curls. “You had a baby.” Eddie snickered while Jonathan shook his head in amusement. “Yeah, I know that, man.” “No—you don’t get it, man! Like, you had a baby. You’re a dad. She is composed of half of your DNA. The fruit of your looms!” Jonathan choked on the cold pizza he’d been scarfing down at that bit of Argyle’s rant. “She’s—Oh, she got your eyes, too.”  Argyle ended on a coo, a finger reaching down to run over her soft, chubby cheek. From the moment you and Eddie brought Penny home three weeks ago, you’d been attached to her. Utterly and completely obsessed with the perfect little being your body had spent months creating. While you’d been initially incredibly hesitant to meet her—coherently, at least, she’d been placed on your chest briefly when you’d been having a horrible out of body experience from the pain of having just pushed her out seconds before—it was hard for you to put her down now. You blamed that newborn baby smell. It was your weakness, if she was cradled against you, your head was angled down to sniff at her hair. You loved bonding with her in general, but your mother had made sure Eddie knew to not let you withdraw from society once Penny came, and then she’d told Eddie all about Postpartum Depression, effectively scaring the shit out of him. So that’s how you ended up having a girl’s day with Nancy, Eden and Robin. Sure, you’d started crying after showering your little baby in kisses and love and you’d had to be literally dragged out by the girls but Eddie knew you’d have a good time.

Just like he knew he could totally handle Penny on his own. Jonathan and Argyle had come along with the girls, but both were entirely too curious about Penny to leave. Not at all because Eddie had body blocked the door once they realized their ride was driving off. Alright, he was still scarred from day two out of the hospital.  Max and Lucas had come over to the trailer to visit Penny—Lucas loved holding her, you found it so cute—when you had gone to change Penny’s diaper and immediately began crying out for help. Eddie had never bolted so fast in his entire life with Max and Lucas on his heels, and the sight that greeted them was horrifying in a new parent sort of way. Penny had shit so violently once you’d undone her diaper that it was splattered on the wall, she was peeing all over your hands, and she’d thrown up, the milky looking substance also leaking out of her little nostrils. She herself didn’t look at all phased by what she’d just done. So, yeah. Maybe he needed a little back up for now. “Who’s got beautiful, angel eyes? Who’s got beautiful angel eyes? You do! You do!” Eddie watched Argyle gently tap her little nose, and his heart warmed when he could see his baby smiling around her pacifier. He knew it was probably just gas since she was starting to learn how to use her face, but he liked to imagine she knew just how much everyone loved her; that she’d never have to feel like he did growing up, unloved and alone until Uncle Wayne had stepped in when his father had been arrested and he had no one else. His kid had family. And a damn good one at that. “You can pick her up, if you want.” “Whoa.” Jonathan warned. “Hey now.” Argyle took a physical step back from the newborn, eyeing her skeptically. “And risk dropping her—man, that’s not cool.”

“You won’t drop her, so long as you hold onto her. Kind of common knowledge, but simply don’t let go.” Eddie rolled his eyes, stretching forward from the couch to slip his finger into her tiny little hand. She gripped onto it immediately, and he leaned closer to give it a kiss, inhaling the scent of her skin. He couldn’t blame you for sniffing her all the time—she did smell ridiculously good.

“Fine, man. Then you get her out of that chair thingy, ‘cause I don’t wanna hurt her or something. I’m used to Eden’s siblings, they’re like uh a little older by like a lot and stupid invincible. One of her brothers came down the driveway on his bike just when I pulled up and I hit him with my car. Little dude just got right back up, kicked me and left!”  Eddie’s eyes were wide as saucers as he carefully pulled Penny out of her bouncer—the three of them collectively awing in adoration when her lower half scrunched up on instinct as she brought her hands to the sides of her head— and stood up in front of Jonathan. “You get first dibs since you don’t currently have a likely hood of hitting my daughter with a car at some point in her life.”  Jonathan immediately looked like he wanted to runaway, but ended up hesitantly accepting Penny into the crook of his arms as Eddie handed her over. It had been a while since he last held a baby, the last having been Will and he’d been a kid then, too.

He took to it naturally, though, his body relaxing as he held up her hand, thumb rubbing gently over her soft palm. Her squishy little fingers wrapped over his thumb as she stared up at him, most likely curious about a face she’d seen a couple of times before, but not so often this close. Or maybe she wasn’t thinking at all. 

“She’s so. . . small.” That wasn’t what he meant, he’d meant she looked so innocent, so fragile to the world around her. She wasn’t even his kid, but the longer he held her, the more sure he became of the fact that he’d kick ass to keep her safe, something he didn’t do very often, but very effectively. “I’m an uncle.” Eddie smirked, filled with pride as his daughter won another skeptic over. Jonathan ran a hand over her head, mindful of her soft spot, in awe of how soft her hair was. Damn, she really was cute. And she did have Eddie’s eyes.  “She’s a pretty baby.” He commented, moving his thumb around in her hold. “Not gonna lie, I thought she’d you know, be a little ugly when she came out, what with having been squished through a hole, but no. She was even a pretty newborn.” Eddie admitted, he hadn’t seen a whole lot of newborn babies before Penny, but he knew they looked like little aliens fresh out the womb. “You and baby mama must have been some pretty cute looking babies, then. Any kids Eden and I have are screwed, man. I was hairy as hell and I’ve seen her baby pictures, let’s just say they’re gonna get double takes.” Argyle ranted, but he too was focused on Penny and Jonathan, looking a little envious. Once Jonathan got his fair share, he shifted her around in his hold, making sure to support her head as he transferred her into Argyle’s ready and waiting arms. He seemed to change his tune after witnessing Jonathan hold her and successfully not throw her across the room like a football.

Unlike Jonathan who hadn’t wanted to move her around too much in his grasp, Argyle sat her up right, making sure to support her head at Eddie’s prompting. Penny looked startled as her body tried to slump forward, stopped by Argyle’s hold on her. The pacifier stopped moving, and Eddie tensed, waiting for the cry but it never came. Instead, the pacifier began to move again and she let out a soft grunt, but she didn’t seem to mind all that much.

He relaxed, sinking into the couch on Jonathan’s other side. Argyle noticed her drooping lids and deciding to be brave, placed her back into her bouncer as gently as he’d seen Eddie handle her.

Eddie couldn’t help but grin down at her, taken with the way they’d drop completely only to shoot back up. He was reminded of all the late night conversations the two of you had, and how you always fought sleep off, keen on talking to him instead of sleeping. Your eyelids would get all droopy, you’d close your eyes, and then catch yourself, snapping up and briefly awake before doing it all over again.  Eddie wondered how many more memories of you looking at Penny would trigger for him. He couldn’t wait to figure it out.  As if she knew he was thinking about her, Penny’s gaze wandered to him and he locked eyes with a pair identical to his own. Then she forced her pacifier out of her mouth and began to wail something fierce.  They all jumped up immediately, eyes wide at the sudden drop in her mood. “What did I do? Was it something I said?” Argyle asked, blaming himself as he began to panic. Jonathan was running his hands through his hair, distressed.  “No, you didn’t do anything,” Eddie reassured him as he picked Penny back up and walked to the small kitchen, grabbing a bottle from a recent feeding attempt. “You hungry, little bitty pretty one?” He held the bottle to her lips but that only seemed to make her angrier as she struggled against it, head moving away from the nipple. Her face was all squished up and took on a darker tint as her wails died down to whimpers. Eddie knew what that meant.  He was quick to place the bottle back down, but the damage was done. Penny was silent for the briefest of moments before she began shrieking. Water started to pull in the inner corners of her eyes—a new development, up until two days ago, all she could do was cry but her body hadn’t produced tears yet—and she let her little lungs ring loud in the trailer. Eddie knew his neighbors were probably cursing up a storm but they could kick buckets for all he cared. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. That’s not what you wanted, was it? My poor girl. Daddy’s gonna make it right.” Eddie soothed, cradling her to his chest with one hand holding the back of her head.  It seemed to do some good, hearing his voice had stopped the piercing shrieks, but she was still crying and very loudly.  He pulled her little baby bottoms back to check her diaper, but it was still clean so she couldn’t be upset about that. Eddie sighed, raising her a little higher on his chest so he could nuzzle her, pressing kisses into her sweet smelling hair.

Then it hit him. Penny was tired. That was it. She was just tired but unable to fully slip into blissful slumber on her own and she was upset about it. Eddie wanted to beat his head against the fridge for having overlooked something so obvious. He reached down to turn the knob of the radio, bringing it to life before he began searching for a station. Once he’d stumbled upon one crooning out oldies, he swayed, patting her bottom to further soothe her.

Penny’s cries died down almost immediately, turning into soft grunts instead as her lids began to droop again. It was after Eddie started singing along, his voice low and soft, that she was finally able to fall asleep, snuggled up to her daddy with a fist full of his hair that was most definitely going to be super fun getting out of her grip without waking her. Eddie turned to find Jonathan and Argyle watching them. Jonathan had a ghost of a smile on his face while Argyle stared at him in wonder. “Dude. You’re a dad. You just did a dad thing!” Jonathan grinned. “I agree. Looks like I’m the only freak in town now, you’re Eddie ‘The Dad’ Munson, now.” “Hell yeah, I’ll take it.” Eddie didn’t bother trying to hide his smile, he was cheesing’ it up.  You’d called him something similar a couple of times. Teased him about being Eddie ‘The DILF’ Munson, which was really unfair given you hadn’t been cleared by your doctor to have sex yet, so he couldn’t make that a reality.  “It’s crazy how this time last year, we were freshly graduated, you were eloping against every single adults’ opinion and now you have a baby. It’s mind boggling. But like, at the same time it’s not. . .I don’t know, help me out here.” Argyle slapped the back of his hand against Jonathan’s shoulder a few times.

“Being a dad suits you. You’re good at it. You’re a good dad and a good family man.” Jonathan supplied, meaning every word. He’d know, he had a shitty dad like Eddie did.

 That one simple statement hit Eddie hard, and he held Penny just a little tighter to his chest. “Gotta give her everything I didn’t have.” — You nearly broke the door down when you’d gotten back to the trailer. Despite your hesitance to leave Penny, you’d actually enjoyed the time with your friends. Sure, you spent every single second you weren’t talking thinking about your little family, but you still had fun.  The car ride back was spent wondering how much of a mess the place would be. Robin was expecting there to be a small kitchen fire, Eden was expecting one of the boys to be crying, Nancy was just curious to see how Jonathan had lasted in the presence of a baby. For future after college and established careers purposes, of course. You had faith in Eddie, had seen how quickly he had and still was adapting to being a dad. The others you couldn’t ball park so your money was on Argyle being the crybaby to which Eden quickly agreed.

But you hadn’t come home to any of that. The boys were all sat on the couch, fawning over your baby who had woken up in much better mood. “My baby!” You made grabby hands as they got up to greet you, and Eddie let you scoop her up from his arms in exchange for a kiss. You could hear Robin gagging when she realized she was third wheeling three different couples, so you assumed Nancy and Eden were also receiving ‘welcome back’ smooches.  You leaned down to violently inhale Penny’s new baby smell, pulling back with a look of satisfaction on your face. “That’s the good stuff. How’d it go?” Eddie laughed as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and trailed a finger through Penny’s curls. “Oh, you know. Nothing I couldn’t handle.”