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AAAAAA The dirty dancing au so true, I don’t see Eddie as a dancer either tbh but I can’t stop thinking about Eddie being determined to do the Lift with you

HUNGRY EYES ─ E. MUNSON

𖥻 pairing: eddie munson x reader. 𖥻 warnings: this is part of my dirty dancing!au, but can be read as a stand-alone. bad grammar. suggestiveness? not proofread.

💭 liv's thoughts: okay, so this might have turned out bigger than expected because i was SO excited to write it lmao (it's 1.4k words) so i'm posting it as a one-shot :D did i use jason as the annoying grandson? yeah i totally did (because i couldn't think of anybody else)

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU'RE UNDER 16.

As you emerged from the water, it wasn't difficult to notice just how exasperated Eddie looked. Lips pressed together and cheeks slightly puffed as he held back the air only to let it out in an annoyed (and loud) sigh. He feels like he might be on the verge of tears, about to cry his pent-up frustration out. Eddie is not the most patient person in the world, and even though he tries to exercise this virtue, he often finds himself failing and this was one of these unsuccessful attempts. 

You don't blame him. You've been doing this for hours, after all, and even though time had passed quickly, it was still tiring. Your fingers were wrinkled and you felt your legs ache, knees buckling just by standing up straight, and you were pretty sure that there will be bruises on your hips from Eddie's vicious grip. At least the lake's water was refreshing and enough to cool your head from the frustration you felt from the failed lifting tries. 

It was way simpler in your head. 

"Eddie, it's fine! We almost got it!" you argue, trying to motivate him to keep going, even though you knew that he wouldn't listen to you. And he didn't. Less than a second later, his hands were going through his wet hair (that made him look like a wet dog, cute) as he let out another big sigh. 

"We've been trying for ages, Y/N! I can't even hold you for longer than two seconds. You must be tired of getting so much water up your nose, by now." 

Even though the statement made you let out a snicker, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his hopelessness. You may have been doing this for quite some time now, yes, but your endless rehearsals have paid off a lot; sometimes, you couldn't even believe that Eddie went from someone who barely knew how to move their hips, and didn't have any idea of how to walk with his long legs, to fucking John Travolta in Grease. 

"I mean, if you keep thinking that we won't be able to do it, we won't," you stated the obvious, with your eyebrows raised. "So I might as well leave now, since you can't hold me for more than one second apparently". 

Quoting him, you started to walk away. Slowly, of course, since the water prevented you to move fast, like you wanted to… you know, for drama effect. That gave Eddie enough time to hold your arm, stopping you from going any further, and guiding you to your original spot. 

Facing each other, maybe even closer now, he muttered, "It's two seconds, actually. 'm sorry, okay? I think it's just my spaghetti arms". 

"Might be, yeah."

You two share a knowing smile, remembering the countless times where you called him that during dance practice, telling him over and over again that he was supposed to lock his frame and, for 'fuck's sake, straighten your posture!'. The inside reference couldn't pass by unnoticed, and his big brown eyes showed you that he was delighted to know that it didn't. The playful smile dancing on his lips just made everything better, especially when the water was reflecting just right on his face, making it look even brighter. 

You moved even closer to him, wrapping your arms around his naked shoulders, hands brushing the wet hair glued to the back of his neck. Offering him an encouraging smile, you asked: "Let's try again?"

"Yeah," he confirmed with an ever bigger (and prettier) smile on his face. You could still notice that he was on edge, a bit nervous about the possibility of messing up again.

"If we don't get it, it doesn't matter, 'kay? We can always try again, Eds." 

"It's fine." giving in, he bends his knees and you can only see him from the shoulders up. Yet, you feel his big hands travel from your waist to your hip, leaving a warm trail behind as he squeezes the area until he feels your bone poke his hands. Yeah, you'll definitely be sore tomorrow. You could also sense his intense eyes on your chest, that didn't leave much to the imagination if you're being honest, since you wore a white shirt and worse of all, a white bra. 

"Ready?" 

"Yup." 

"Ok." you mutter, in a low tone. Taking a deep breath, you mentally count to three as you finally impulse yourself for him to lift you up. Your hands leave his shoulders once Eddie's hands hold you even harder and bring you above his head. With your arms and legs in the air, you feel a chilly breeze pass through you, and the water cascading off of your body and back into the lake. 

"We got it!" the boy excitedly exclaims under you, and you don't even dare to look down, too afraid to ruin the moment. He seems to do the same, not wanting to glance at your reaction and let you fall again, but you could feel his arms shake slightly with the intensity of his contagious laughter. Soon, your own tummy was being squished by the rumbling motion of your giggles, but you made sure to stay looking ahead, balancing yourself. 

"I think I'm gonna dive now, Munson."

"Oh, no, you won't, baby." his grip only seems to tighten now. "It's only been five seconds".

"Eight now. I think it's enough." 

"Let's try fifteen."

"What? No way, I can feel your arms wobbling already."

"Yeah, we're going down now," he announces as his back falls down into the water, taking you with him. You only had time to hold your breath before diving in, face first. 

"I hate you," you announce, breathless as you both emerge together. Your arms unconsciously find their way back into his shoulders, grasping his back as if your life depended on it. He didn't seem to mind and only pulled you closer, by holding your waist and practically carrying you bridal style under the water. 

"I know. I think you've said that at least a million times already." Eddie answers back with his lively smile, staring closely at your face. His pretty eyelashes were wet and it seemed like he was blinking far slower than normal. You were still admiring him when he let out a big laugh that seemed to reverberate throughout the place. "Oh, man, I can't believe we did it! That felt good!" 

"Yeah," you agree as he spins you around the water, creating a small swirl around you. You can feel your shirt floating with the flow, but you were more preoccupied with the way his hands held you just right. "I knew you could do it."

"You always say that."

"Because is the truth." your mouth slightly brushes his jawline, which made him look directly at you, almost as if he was in a trance. "You gotta have a bit more faith in yourself, Eds."

He only hummed in agreement, still not able to tear his eyes away from you. Everything was perfect, from the way your hands clutched themselves on his shoulders, warming them up, to how he was kneading the flesh of your thighs. It was just right… too right. So, of course, it had to be messed up by a far-away voice calling your name, which, at first, neither of you paid attention to since you were too caught up in the moment to notice any type of external disturbance. But when the screams got nearer and somehow more urgent, you just couldn't ignore them anymore. 

Eddie couldn't help but look at you almost like he was begging you not to go, to stay there in his arms and spend the rest of the day with him, in the middle of that lake. And you couldn't help but notice just how pretty he looked like that: wet hair brushed back, dark eyebrows furrowed, pink lips almost forming a pout, and brown eyes staring deep into your soul, almost like a puppy that had been kicked.

"'m sorry, Eddie." your heart broke into a million pieces as the words came out of your mouth. "I see you again tomorrow, okay? We still have the cha-cha to learn."

"Okay," he whispered, still hesitant to let you go. "Same time?"

"Same time," you confirmed as you made your way to the shore, taking your shoes in your hands. Turning back, you gave him a small wave before walking off to the woods that connected the resort to the rather hidden lake. 

Eddie could only wave back, watching as you made your way back to Jason Carver, the grandson of the Kellerman's resort owner. 

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The Nightmare Begins

Steve Harrington x Reader; The gang and Freddy Krueger

Word Count: 3163

Prompt: Storm

Warnings: My blog is 18+ regardless so minor DNI. Mentions of murder, child murders, cutting into skin, mental torment, arson, demonic deals, murder by arson, shady dealings, nightmares, light fluff and angst, the gang being the gang, established relationship between reader and Steve.

A/N: This is my first piece for Screamtober 2022. A big thank you to @cuddlykillers and @bride-of-jason-voorhees for the prompt list, it’s a great set for inspiration. I have toyed with theories around Freddy Krueger and Stranger Things for a while and wanted to link the two, so I hope I’ve done it justice. Freddy is probably my favourite horror character so doing this was a lot of fun.

As always, my work is not beta read and all my mistakes are my own. I do not give permission for this to be posted elsewhere either. Please feel free to like, comment and/or share. Feedback is always welcomed especially as this is a newer type of fan fiction for me. Who knows, if it works well I may use Screamtober to add some of Freddy’s battles against the gang. Enjoy!

Large intimidating flames danced against the backdrop of the indigo velvet sky. Seeping through the walls as it overtook the building, the fiery arms climbed, engulfing the building fully. Screams filled the air, painful ghastly shrieks that ripped at the core of those stood outside witnessing the horror. The sickly scent of burning flesh invaded the nostrils of orderlies and patients alike. Pennhurst Mental Hospital’s secure wing for the criminally insane was alight. It was as though Hell was claiming the building, with Satan on a mission to take the souls of those damned patients and the staff who mistreated them.

Senior warden Anthony Hatch stood in stoic observation. He knew that tensions were high between the orderlies and senior staff. Talks of strikes over pay deals that were pittance for the job they did. Especially in that section of the hospital. Some of the most dangerous people in the state of Indiana were kept in the high security wing. Now it was up in flames, orderlies and patients trapped in the concrete and iron structure. He knew that this would result in fatalities, the exits hitting auto lock once the alarm was triggered. Hatch closed his eyes listening to the symphony of horror, his smirk almost undetectable. He promised the board that this nonsense with the orderlies would be taken care of, even if it meant there were casualties. He didn’t let on that there would be a ‘tragedy’ leading to the death of so many people. They were just mere details to him. It cleared the way for progress; he would highlight flaws in the building and the government would happily pay towards a more modern development to prevent such an event from occurring again. This was progress for Hatch, even if it meant stepping over people to get there.

Victor sat, backed up, against the wall, he could feel the heat intensifying. He knew what was happening and that his time was coming. Others had been set free from their ‘prisons’ to try and help get the doors open but it was all for nothing as, one-by-one, they succumbed to their blazing murderer. The screams and smells all heightened by Victor’s blindness meant he could tell how close he was getting to his end. Known for curling up or rocking and singing to himself, Victor displayed none of that and rose to his feet, standing tall.

“We made a deal, a promise. Yet you went back on it!” he shouted out. His head moved swiftly from side to side, hoping to sense the presence. “We gave you our word, we did what you asked, and you took her from me!” he paused again. His mind cast back to when he was working as a school janitor in a suburban town in Springwood, Ohio. He and Virginia were struggling to live on his salary with a young child and one on the way. That’s when the dreams started, something dark offering him financial stability and a good life in exchange for the souls of the young. When he confided in Virginia, she told him to take the chance. It began shortly after. She made him the glove with knives, he fine-tuned it and every two weeks a child was lured in by Virginia offering cookies and milk. That’s when Victor would strike. Killing swiftly and then burning the bodies in the school incinerator, blood offered to the menace in his dreams.

The tally of children missing was causing distress and anger among the residents of Springwood. The police began to take the case more seriously and Victor was arrested after being seen talking to one of his last victims. However, there was not enough evidence to convict him. The parents threatened mob justice and Victor fled with his family to Hawkins, Indiana. Virginia had come into money, left to her by her uncle. They changed their names from Krueger to Creel. Virginia had always been known as Veronica Krueger but now she was Virginia Creel, Victor cast off the dark baggage he carried under the name Freddy Krueger as he became Victor Creel and young Harry Krueger became Henry Creel. This led to a series of events that landed Victor in Pennhurst.

A shadow emerged from the flames. Victor menacingly grinned as he sensed the shadow.

“My side of the bargain was not met, I will accept that, but I offer you eternal revenge with the power to hurt others where they cannot be saved – inflict mental pain on them and take them in their sleep. It’s time for Freddy to return and cast off the weak shell known as Victor Creel. Will you take this offer?” A sinister white line resembling a smile spread on the face of the shadow. Victor simply nodded as the flames ravaged his skin, his body almost melting in the fire. The deal was done.

Lightning tore through the night sky in Hawkins, thunder bellowing as rain fell heavily. Everyone was rushing from Steve’s car and Eddie’s van into Steve’s house to avoid getting wetter than they already were. Steve put the lights and heating on as the gang filed in. Y/N was about to enter the house and threw her hood back as she stood on the porch, her hair dripping at the ends. She felt an eerie motion in her gut, one that you get when something isn’t right. She turned to look around wondering if there was someone watching them. The sky was illuminated by a lengthy flash of lightning, its long pattern etched in the darkness – she shielded her eyes from the glare and sighed feeling relief seeing no one around.

“You ok Y/N?” Steve asked coming out and startling her. He placed his hands on her shoulders to steady and comfort her. The panic in Y/N’s eyes was completely out of character, Steve’s concern heightened at the expression she held.

“I… erm,” she looked around again before glancing back up at Steve, “it’s nothing” she conceded not convincing Steve and stepping away from him to enter his house. He placed his hands on his hips quickly scanning the surroundings trying to gain some clues as to why Y/N was so unnerved. Not seeing anything suspicious, he shrugged to himself and went inside.

Sitting in the living room, everyone was eating pizza and conversing while the television was on in the background. Robin’s eyes widened as the breaking news interrupted the sitcom nobody was really watching. Following her line of sight, Max sat up properly and turned up the sound. Silence fell upon the group as the reporter spoke.

‘As we stand here at Pennhurst Mental Hospital, you can see the chaos ensuing behind us. The high security wing is engulfed in flames. Firefighters have been struggling for the last hour to try and contain it, but their efforts have been futile so far. Senior Warden Anthony Hatch has issued an immediate statement expressing ‘deep horror’ as there are orderlies and patients trapped in there with little chance of survival. One of the patients in this wing is psychotic murderer Victor Creel, who horrifically killed his family, in 1959’…

The sound was turned down, the realisation that this couldn’t be good if a Creel was involved hit them. Their silence was such that you could hear a pin drop and it was making Eddie feel uncomfortable because the quiet had never been his friend – not when it meant he was alone with his thoughts.

“Are we going to talk about this? I mean this is serious shit” he voiced. Robin pressed her lips into a thin line; this was bad for them especially knowing that Vecna was regrouping somewhere.

“We need to stay vigilant” Robin’s voice was timid as she directed her look at Dustin. He nodded and pulled out his walkie talkie to contact Mike, El and Will. Max slid down from the sofa to the floor next to Lucas and Erica. They were due home in an hour, but she didn’t want to leave the cocoon of safety this surrogate family had all built between them.

“We’re back to being on high alert vigilance then” Eddie sighed.

“Do we never get a reprieve? When do we get to be normal kids?” Lucas complained. Feeling uneasy, Y/N hunched forward lightly to disguise her emotions, but Steve knew her body language too well and sat next her pulling her into a hug.

“So what’s the plan?” Erica quizzed not wanting to be a sitting duck.

“Get as much information on Creel as possible to piece together why Vecna has gone down this route” Dustin aired casually as he continued to view the silent report.

“You think he is sending a message?” Max asked.

“He’s playing games, he hated his father” Robin mused.

“So he’s saying what? – ‘I killed my father, now all bets are off and I’m coming for you’” Steve asked keeping his arms wrapped around Y/N who was yet to speak.

“What if it’s something else? Something darker? Every time it’s a new thing we are dealing with” Lucas asked.

“Vecna said he created it all” Max reminded; it prompted them all to think on unsuccessfully.

An hour later Steve left with the younger ones to drop them home. While Eddie was teaching Robin how to play Dungeons and Dragons, Y/N started cleaning the dishes in the sink. She still couldn’t shake off the feeling that someone was watching her. She glanced out of the window absentmindedly and nearly dropped the plate in shock. In the driveway, a man stood there (if you could call him that), his skin was all shrivelled, bubbled and burnt. The whites of his eyes were a contrast to his skin and the shadows that his dark fedora cast upon his face making his grin more menacing. His tattered red and green jumper hung quite loosely on his frame adding to his creepy appearance. He was staring directly at her and waving mockingly, the purposeful movement of the finger blades on his gloved hand filled her with absolute dread – it was almost like Vecna’s hand (more reminiscent of a claw). Y/N wanted to step back and look away, but it felt like her feet were glued to the spot she was in. A haunting sound of girls singing began to permeate the air.

1, 2 Freddy’s coming for you,

3, 4 better lock your door

5, 6 grab your crucifix

7, 8 better stay up late

9, 10 never sleep again

Y/N screamed as a hand landed on her shoulder, she turned around to see Robin and Eddie there. Both showing concern for her.

“Jesus Y/N, you gave us a fright” Eddie chuckled.

“Me – you snuck up on me” she replied.

“We called you several times, so we came in her. Eddie thought Vecna was striking again as you didn’t respond” Robin explained.

“I…” Y/N looked out of the window, but he was gone. “There was this… thing, man. I don’t know, he was just there. He had blades for fingers. It looked like Vecna’s hand”

“Was it Vecna?” Eddie quizzed with worry.

“No, he… he wasn’t Vecna” Y/N sighed. “It sounds stupid, I know” she conceded. Robin put a hand on Y/N’s shoulder comfortingly.

“After what we’ve all seen, nothing is stupid. Was there anything else that you saw or noticed about him?” Robin tried to coax.

“There was this sound of girls singing, little girls like they were playing in a schoolyard. I can’t quite remember but it was something like 1, 2… erm… Freddy’s coming for you, I think” she tried to recall. They all jumped as Steve opened the front door. He stopped in the kitchen doorway confused as to why all 3 of them were so jittery and waiting to be filled in.

The clock struck midnight; Y/N cuddled up to Steve in bed. He had been trying to calm her since he’d gotten home. He pressed his lips to her forehead softly in a supportive kiss. They didn’t need words to explain how they felt, their connection ran much deeper than that. The quietened actions, ashen look on her face, constant need for hugs and nervousness at every sound told Steve all he needed to know. He pulled her closer to him and let her melt into his hold. Quietly, he began to sing their song to her:

Babe I'm leaving I must be on my way The time is drawing near My train is going I see it in your eyes The love beneath your tears But I'll be lonely without you And I'll need your love to see me through So please believe me, my heart is in your hands And I'll be missing you

You know it's you, babe Whenever I get weary and I've had enough Feel like giving up You know it's you, babe Giving me the courage and the strength I need Please, believe that it's true Babe, I love you

For the first time that night, a genuine smile bloomed across her face as her boyfriend sang with a goofy grin on his face. He kissed her softly and promised her that he was there no matter what and it was the reassurance she needed in order to try and sleep.

Eddie tossed and turned as he slept on the couch, Robin turned over on the other couch as Eddie mumbled something incoherent.

“Eddie I’m trying to sleep” she complained as she tried to get comfortable yet again.

The fog seemed to deliberately obscure Eddie’s vision. Despite this, his other senses were heightened. The footsteps grew louder, hair stood on the nape of his neck. That feeling of complete dread filled him. The shrill sound of metal grating against metal was met with a wince by Eddie, he swallowed a gulp as a silhouette appeared in the fog – a figure of what could be described as a man in a fedora and with a claw for a hand – he called Eddie’s name ominously, his tone eerily dark and foreboding.

“Who are you?” Eddie called out bravely despite his brain telling him to turn and run. The figure laughed in response as he showed off his razor fingers, moving them slowly. The steps towards Eddie were deliberate.

“Introductions later Mr Munson. I hear you’ve been a busy boy” he taunted. Eddie remained wordless, not sure how to respond and Freddy picked up on this. “I mean my son already terrified you. Don’t you remember?” he asked pausing and pointing over to Eddie’s right. Chrissy Cunningham stood there looking worse than a zombie in Romero’s Dawn of the Dead. She was pointing to Eddie, accusing him of letting her die. He turned to run and hit the wall of chest of his unknown assailant.

“Here’s Freddy!!” he grinned parodying The Shining. Eddie used all his might to shove Freddy back as he swiped at him. The razored glove tore through the Hellfire t-shirt like a hot knife through butter, the tips nicking at his stomach in the process and drawing droplets of blood. Screaming out for help and in pain, Eddie tried to run and escape his attacker to no avail as he tripped over some vines on the ground. Freddy was over him in an instant, holding him in place by his throat. Eddie was begging for him to let him go while trying to fight him off.

“Oh I’m not going to kill you… yet. The chase hasn’t been as much fun as I hoped” his laugh was almost a deep cackle, “Or maybe I will. But let me leave a message for your friends” his features turned more sinister as he started scratching on Eddie’s chest using the blades to write. The pain was excruciating as Eddie cried out to anyone and everyone for help.

He was woken up by Robin, Y/N and Steve, all shaking him. He looked pale and frightened. Worse than when he was hiding after watching Chrissy and Patrick die. His breathing was ragged as he tried to make sense of the dream. It felt real, too real. He looked under the blanket at his chest and coiled into himself in horror – the shirt was hacked to pieces. It was real.

“Eddie… Eddie, what happened?” Steve’s calming tone helped Eddie settle down a little.

“This… this… this thing – he attacked me. He had a glove with knives for fingers” he explained looking directly at Y/N who would understand what he was saying.

“A red and green jumper and a fedora, his face all mangled” she spoke, and he nodded. Steve’s brow furrowed.

“Is this what you’ve been scared of all evening sweetheart?” Steve asked Y/N. She confirmed it with a quiet nod and Steve moved to wrap his arms around her, feeling the sudden urge to protect her.

“There’s more” Eddie announced revealing his shredded shirt and the cuts on his abdomen and chest as he removed his top. The name Freddy Krueger etched in Eddie’s chest in crimson drying liquid had them all gasping in fear. “He told me that Vecna is his son”

“How is that possible?” Robin asked, “Victor Creel was Vecna’s father – Nancy and I visited him” They were about to speak when the heard Dustin calling a code red on the walkie talkie. None of them felt they could move as they just listened to him.

“Guys this is a code red, I repeat a code red. I had a nightmare about this creepy dude with knives for fingers and I woke up with my bedding slashed. I got a message from Suzie too and it’s disturbing. Vecna’s father was a serial killer called Freddy Krueger. He changed his identity to Victor Creel and moved to Hawkins. It seems he’s back and working with his son. Max has been taken to hospital. Lucas said she had a nightmare and was left bleeding heavily from what looked like five knives across her back and side. We’ve got trouble on our hands” he confirmed breathless. Robin took the walkie talkie to speak with Dustin while Y/N sat next to Eddie with Steve hugging her from behind. Eddie ran his fingers over the cuts.

“It looks like we’re in for another fight, I was kinda bored anyway” Eddie joked. Steve chuckled but could feel how tense Y/N was. She knew he was different; they knew very little about him and he didn’t look like he belonged in the upside down either.

“I guess we had better gear up for another fight” Steve sighed. The sound of tormented laughter filled the room scaring them all. They heard a scratching sound and Robin tapped Steve’s shoulder frantically to get him to look at the wall. Words were rapidly being scratched into it:

You think you’ve got what it takes? I’m nothing like my son.

I AM ETERNAL!

His haunting message left them unnerved. This was going to be a fight like something they’d never faced before…

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