Vanity Fair Lie Detector Interview W/ Jamie Campbell Bower And You

Only Lonely

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Rumors about Eddie Munson have run rampant as long as you can remember. You’ve crossed paths only briefly, but maybe the notorious freak of Hawkins isn’t as bad as you’ve come to believe.

Word Count: 12.5k+ (sorry that I exist well beyond the clutches of brevity)

Warnings: Explicit content (18+ only). Mentions of past bullying. Implied abuse. Mentions of drugs & drug use (marijuana). Consumption of alcohol. Shameless use of the italicized ‘oh’. Sex dreams. Dry humping. Unprotected vaginal sex. Creampie.

A/N: This little brainworm is for my baby, @sweetdreamsbuck​. I offer you the most humble gift of my very first Edward McMunson fic. <3 No better way to officially return from my hiatus than with this mess…for which I will be taking absolutely no responsibility or criticism at this time, thanks! 

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Oh lawd could you imagine him finally coming to terms with the fact that he was in love with his secretary (AHEM YOU). Like every day he walks past you and you tell him “good morning chief” he just has to fuck his fist in his office before he can even say anything to you.

YES!!!! i love this 😮‍💨

but imagine catching him one day, walking into his office while his hand is around his dick, pumping it while quietly groaning your name, “chief, have you-“ you freeze in the door opening as your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. hopper quickly zips his pants back up in panic and apologizes over and over again, but when he looks back up at you, he sees you walking inside his office and slowly closing the door behind you while he looks at you with a puzzled expression. few minutes later you’re bend over his desk while he fucks you roughly from behind, finally feeling you around him instead of having to imagine it everyday

Heavy Metal Lover | Eddie Munson x Reader NSFW 18+

Summary: You’re at the Iron Maiden show. He’s at the Iron Maiden show. You’re pretty cute. He’s pretty cute. And good news…he’s got a van.

Warnings: smut, oral, penetrative sex

You hadn’t gone out to the Iron Maiden show expecting to find love, or even a one night stand. You went to have fun, and even though you were surrounded by dudes who were all either checking you out or giving you weird looks for being a single girl at a metal show, you were having the time of your life.

Eddie hadn’t driven two hours from Hawkins to find love, unless you could count moshing as a form of intimacy. A small part of him hoped he might find some cutie whose number he could get, but really, it wasn’t his top priority. He was in it for the music, for the metal injection straight into his fucking veins, and anything else that happened that night would just be a bonus—wait, hang on. There was a total babe there, not five feet away from him, and he was absolutely transfixed.

When you felt someone staring at you, you glanced to your left. There, you saw the goofiest, handsomest guy, with shaggy dark hair and the most awestruck expression on his face. You couldn’t help but smile at the look in his wide eyes, and as you did so, Eddie felt his heart beginning to race.

You were so hot.

So, so hot.

And he had no idea what to say.

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Hello 🥰 I have been going through a couple of your series and I just love them so much! I really love the latest update to Bucket of Sunshine ☀️ I was curious about the conversation she had with Eddie when he came to the party for her—either at the party or the Benny’s date (because yes that is totally a date). Thanks so much in advance!! 🖤💗🧁

Hiii babes!! Awe I’m so glad you enjoyed the newest update!! I’ll gladly give you a conversation t for both, one for when Eddie got to the party and one while at Benny’s and I think this fits in perfectly for Fluffy Friday! So enjoy💖

-find all things Bucket of Sunshine here✨

*Eddie didn’t realize what all he was signing up for when he agreed to hang out with you and take you to Benny’s*

“What…are you wearing?” “Eddie remember it’s rude to start a conversation with a question.” “I’m here to recuse you from a house party and you’re giving me a lesson on manners?…really?” “That’s three questions in a row…wanna toss in one more to make it an even four?” “What are you doing?…with…that?” “That’s technically two but I’ll let it slide…now to answer you I’m wearing a sundress and I’m holding your hand…anything else you want to know?” “Uhm why…why are you holding my hand…like that?” “Oh sorry is interlocking the fingers too much? You said you don’t like walking into parties alone so…I figured this was how you wanted to walk in?” “I was just uhm…uh joking…about that.” “Oh okay…well then after you.” “You don’t…have to…let it go…it’s fine..uh it’ll actually make it easier to keep my eye on you if you’re uhm…attached to me…” “worried I’m going to run off huh?” “Not run…more like dance away from me.” “I do like to dance…now come on I’ll introduce you to Henry and Nick.” “Uh how about let’s skip that and go find the real party on the back porch?” “The real party?…” “oh…you’re cute when you’re clueless…come on you’ll be fine.” “Okay…oh look there’s Steve…where are you going?” “I’ll be right back…I have to talk to your brother really quick just…stay here.” “Okay..what’s wrong?” “Uhm…I need…my hand back…” “oh sorry…”

“You uh…have whipped cream on…your lip.” “Oh thank you..that always happens I think it’s because I drink it so fast but I just can’t help it they make the best milkshakes…Eddie why are you looking at me like that? Is there more?” “What? Oh…sorry what did you say?” “Are you okay? Do you need-” “I don’t need to eat if that’s what you’re about to ask me…” “it’s rude to just watch someone eat…” “I’m not watching someone…I’m watching you…there’s a difference.” “Whatever you say…you’re really not hungry?” “I promise I’m fine okay? Now…uhm..how was your day?” “It was good! Stevie took me to the library to return some books I got on how to start a garden…I’m trying to grow sunflowers and they are being a bit tricky.” “Did you just call Steve…Stevie?” “Yes? That’s what I’ve always called him.” “Oh god that’s fucking great! What does he call you?” “Most of the time he calls me sister…or sis.” “Sister? Really?” “Yes like when he comes home he shouts ohhh sister! I’m here! He’s very dramatic.” “Is he uhm..is he nice to you?” “Nice to me? Oh he’s the best…he does get kinda irritated with me at times but yes he’s nice to me…why?” “Just wondering…” “how was your day?” “Why are you so nice to everyone?” “Excuse me?” “Why are you so…nice to people you don’t know or legit assholes who don’t deserve a single second of your time…why are you nice to them?” “I just…I don’t know? I guess because if I’m nice to them they’ll be nice to me and…I just enjoy making people smile.” “I wasn’t nice to you.” “You weren’t mean to me.” “Yes I was…” “no…Eddie you think you’re mean but you’re really not…anyone who takes the time can see it’s just an act you put on…I know you’re not really an asshole.” “Yeah well i sure as shit tried to be and uhm…I shouldn’t have been…so rude.” “It’s okay.” “Are you cold?” “A little…sundresses are all cute and fun until the sun goes down…” “here…” “i need to get a jacket like this it’s so comfy and warm.” “You like it?” “Yeah it’s nice…you sure you don’t want any of my fries?” “Stop trying to feed me.” “Sorry…it’s a habit…”

Older!DinerOwner!Eddie x Fem!Reader

This is for my 1.6k celebration based on the prompt “make me” requested by @gri959 ❣️

Summary: You’ve been fucking your boss for almost a year now and he still won’t make it official, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. Wk: 1.5k

Warnings: Age gap(Eddie is early 40s reader is mid 20s), jealous/possessive Eddie, spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, breeding kink. 18+MNDI!!

You were driving Eddie absolutely insane, and you knew it too. It was like somehow your little work dress seemed even tighter tonight and the way you were walking around swinging your hips, leaning down on your hands in front of customers faces, giving them a nice little peek at your perfect tits.

It didn’t help that you were being extra flirty with the new line cook, Alex. He was your age and he honestly kind of reminded Eddie of himself when he was younger. Why would you want him when you could have the newer model? But despite his insecurity that was rearing its ugly head, Eddie knew he had you wrapped around his thick ringed finger and that you were just doing this to rile him up.

“When you’re done with this table, come talk to me.” Eddie brushes past you while you’re taking an order, leaning down to whisper in your ear. You make eye contact with him just long enough for him to see you roll your eyes as he’s walking off.

“What’s up?” You walk over to where Eddie is standing behind the counter near the register and look up at him all innocently, which you are far from.

“What’s up? You know exactly what’s up, I know what you’re doing, quit it out.” Eddie looks down at you through slanted eyes, his tone a gruff whisper.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about? I’m just doing my job.” You raise an eyebrow at him and set your lips into a mock pout.

“Drop the innocent act. You’re trying to make me jealous, just admit it.” He smirks at you and leans down further than is probably appropriate for a boss and employee, but he honestly doesn’t give a fuck, it’s his diner, he can do whatever he wants.

“Why would I be trying to make you jealous? There’s nothing going on between us, right?” You turn your head slightly, lowering your voice even more to make absolutely sure only he would hear. “It’s just physical, right? So why would you be jealous?”

“You know what?” Eddie’s jaw ticks as he exhales through his nose. “I want to talk to you in my office after we close.”

“Yeah? About what? I have plans.”

“And I don’t care. I’m your boss and I need to speak to you about something regarding your job. Now get back to work.” He walks off, not giving you time to argue further.

“Okay, what’s the deal?” You walk into Eddie’s office, pushing the door closed behind you and stand in front of his desk with your arms crossed.

“Are you serious?” Eddie scoffs, abandoning the document he was signing on his desk in favor of glaring up at you.

“Umm yeah? You told me to meet you here and you didn’t say why so I’m asking what you wanted? Pretty normal if you ask me.” You shrug and Eddie swears he can make out the faintest hint of a smirk on your lips.

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t play games you know you’ll lose.” Eddie chuckles, pushing up from his chair to come around and lean against the desk in front of you. “You really thought you were being sneaky? Prancing around here like that, bending over right where I can see, flirting with my employees, did you get a new bra? I’m not blind, baby.”

“Like I said before, there’s nothing going on between us… so… why would you be jealous?” You fully smirk at him now and god he wants to wipe it off your pretty little face.

“Just admit it, you were trying to make me jealous.” Eddie returns your smirk with one of his own as he leans back on his hands and crosses his legs. He’s so hot in those black Dickies work pants and his non-slip converse. He has on his restaurant manager shirt that accentuates his toned chest and shows off his thick tattooed arms. His hair is in that low bun that you love to rip out when he goes down on you and his facial hair is just a little longer than usual. Fuck.

“Why don’t you just admit that you were jealous then?” You give him a pointed look and he exhales through his nose because he’s about at his limit with your attitude.

“You know what? Bend over the desk.” He steps to the side, patting his hand against the wood.

“Why don’t you make me?” You roll your eyes, a dry chuckle escaping your lips, and that’s his final straw. He closes the distance between you and laces his fingers through your hair, pulling your face so it’s inches from his as his glowers down at you with his honey eyed stare.

“I said bend over the fucking desk.” He says your name through gritted teeth as his grip on your hair tightens, causing you to whimper, your bratty facade already breaking. “I’m not going to ask again.”

“Fuck, okay.” He releases your hair and you whine as you walk on already semi shaky legs over to his desk, laying your top half across it, causing your dress to ride up and show off a sliver of your panties. “If you weren’t jealous you wouldn’t be all worked up like this so maybe you should just -“ your sentence is cut short when a harsh smack lands on your ass, making you yelp.

“Drop the attitude, doll.” Eddie’s hand pushes your dress up to reveal your plush asscheeks and tiny lacy underwear that barely cover anything. He pushes himself against you, his already hard cock brushing up against your barely covered pussy. His hands grip onto the globes of your ass, kneading it and shaking it in his palms. “I don’t know why you’re walking around here trying to act like this ass doesn’t belong to me, you know it does.”

“Maybe you should just get over yourself and make me your girlfriend then.” Your snarky tone earns you another spank, rougher than the last.

“What did I say about the attitude?” Both of his hands come down on your ass, his rings stinging against your skin causing you to moan. He does it again. And again. Until he starts to see faint welts from his rings and the marks of his handprints.

“This ass is mine.” One of his hands travels down to cup your pussy, thrusting the heel of his palm against your clit. “This pussy is fucking mine. Say it.”

“Admit you were jealous then.” Your voice comes out way whinier than you’d hoped, it practically sounds like you’re begging him as you subconsciously grind down against his hand. “Say you’re mine too.”

“You want me to be yours, baby, huh?” He pushes your panties to the side and runs his fingers through the slick lips of your pussy before bringing the tips of his fingers to your clit, circling it. “Tell me who owns this pussy then. Tell me and I’ll give you this dick.”

“It’s yours, Eddie, it’s all yours, m’yours.” You sound cock drunk already and he’s barely even touched you but you don’t even care. You want him so bad. You’re putty in his hands and he knows it.

“Yeah, that’s right baby girl, I fucking own you.” You hear the clanking of his belt before you feel the tip of his cock running through your folds, he collects your wetness, using his hand to jerk it along his shaft. He pushes his tip in, pulling it back out a few times before slamming into you. He starts fucking into you at a brutal pace, the desk sliding against the floor, your hips slapping together.

“Fuck, fuck yes, feels so good.” He’s so deep from this angle, practically bullying your sweet spot as your hips dig into the wood of the desk.

“Yeah, that’s right, take this fucking dick baby. This is my pussy, you’re so fucking tight, damn.” One of Eddie’s thick inked arms laces around your shoulders, pulling you up so your back is flush against his hard chest while his other finds your clit, his thumb rubbing quick circles against it.

“Oh god - fuck, fuck Eddie, I’m gonna cum.” You’re practically drooling as he plows into you from behind, he shoves his hand down your dress and into your bra, expertly finding your nipple and tweaking it between his fingers. “Shit, I’m cumming, tell me you’re mine Eddie, please, need to hear it.”

“I’m yours baby, this dick is fucking yours, pussy feels so fucking good squeezing me like that.” Eddie buries his face in the crook of your neck, placing sloppy open mouthed kisses there. “Gonna fill this pussy up, paint those pretty little walls, maybe I’ll knock you up, then everybody will really know who I belong to.”

“Yes, fucking fill me, fuck a baby into me, want it so bad.” Eddie groans, his hips still against yours as his cock twitches, ropes of his cum spilling inside you.

“Fuck, baby doll, fuck.” Eddie breathes heavily as he pulls out of you, grabbing onto your hips to flip you around. He reaches down between your legs, gathering the cum that dripped out so he can push it back inside of you. “Wouldn’t want any to go to waste, would we?”

Divider is by @strangergraphics & older!Eddie edit is by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

i’m taking my free ice cream thank u anyways switch!eddie who loses his goddamn mind every time you praise him. he can be the most dominant dom ever and you tell him he’s doing well/being a good boy/etc and he just melts

THIS THIS THIS!!!!!! i’ve been thinking about nothing else ever since this

imagine riding him, his hands on your hips while he pounds into you. he was clearly in control even though you were on top, until a “good boy” slipped out of your mouth. he stopped immediately, his entire attitude just shifted into one of submission. his hands slowly fell from your hips while he looked at you with his big brown eyes. “you like it when i praise you, don’t you baby?” you whispered into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. “y-yes, i do” he admitted with a soft voice. you pinned his hands next to his head while you bounced up and down his cock, turning him into a moaning mess.

Please can you write something sweet with Eddie making reader a pink sleeved Hellfire shirt😮‍💨🥹

cute, cute, cute. thank you for the request!

again, clearing some requests out so my apologies for taking so freaking long! all my love 🖤

((a thousand points to your Hogwarts House if you know where the title is from))

Happy Little Accident

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

fandom: Stranger Things

word count: (she's a shorty!) 2.4k+

note: author is burnt out! author's blood is coffee, weed, and nicotine!

warnings: i think there's cursing, but outside that, it's short and sweet and Eddie's a bumbling mess 'cause you're so pretty. #facts.

🔞 none of the following content is appropriate for minors 🔞 ❌ all taglists are discontinued 🚫 i do not give permission for any of my work to be posted, copied, translated, or uploaded to any other platforms 🚫

"That looks... Uh, interesting, Eddie. New color scheme?" Dustin rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, man, really, uh... Creative?" Mike tried to copy, staring at the newest shirt in Eddie's hands.

"Glad you're being true to yourself, my man," Lucas beamed, nodding in approval with an encouraging thumbs up; making all of Hellfire look at him with bewilderment. "What?"

"What're you talking about?" Gareth chuckled, offering a pinched look at the Freshman.

"I mean," Lucas looked around nervously, "aren't we talking about the shirt Eddie's holding?"

"We are," Jeff confirmed.

"Well, if Eddie's into wearing pink, I'm just saying, we support him," Lucas defended hotly, looking offended by his friends. "Well, I support you, man," he directed at Eddie.

"Dude," Eddie chuckled, "'s not for me."

"Okay? Who's it for then?" Lucas wondered, earning another round of disbelieving looks. "What now!?"

"Are you just messing with us?" Gareth chuckled, looking to Dustin and Mike. "He's messing with us, right?"

"He is," Dustin covered, "because it's obvious that the shirt's for Y/N... Right?" He looked to Eddie.

"It is," he relented, making the Freshman sigh a collective breath of relief. "I was thinking of making her an official member of Hellfire. Any objections?"

Jeff scoffed, "Yeah, 'cause we're gonna say no to your girlfriend joining the club?"

"She's not my girlfriend," Eddie rushed to explain, his ears burning brightly under his embarrassment and long locks.

"I mean," Gareth laughed, "you made a shirt just for her..."

"So?" Eddie sighed, glancing to the shirt in his hands, then to all the present members of Hellfire. "So what?"

"Where'd you get it?" Mike wondered.

"I made it, not like we have shirts for girls laying around..."

At his revelation, the boys all hollered, "Ho-Hoooo! Yeaaah!"

"What?" Eddie groaned, slouching into his throne; tossing his legs over an arm rest, "What're you guys on about now?"

He sounded exasperated, but Jeff knew he was desperately curious. So, he relented, "Dude, you stayed late every day last week to use the sewing club's machines."

"So?"

"So!" He laughed, "We know you're into her!"

"You literally made her a custom Hellfire shirt," Mike smirked. "I mean, the pink sleeves are a nice touch."

He shrugged, "She has a black-sleeved one."

"You mean she has one of yours," Dustin teased, snickering to Mike and Lucas as Jeff and Garth watched from across the table as Eddie sighed and pinned them with a stony look.

"So what?" Eddie eventually asked. "She likes pink!"

"It's cute, leave him alone," Jeff eventually sighed, smirking at his Dungeon Master. "Is she coming tonight?"

"I asked her to," he nodded with a small smile, not meeting any eyes. Then, as if he couldn't help himself, Eddie was asking, "You think she's into me?"

He wasn't expecting them all to burst out in laughter - like, genuine laughter. Where Gareth smacked the table and Dustin almost doubled over, kind of laughter.

"What? What!?" Eddie rushed in alarm.

"Dude!" Lucas snickered, "I've never seen anyone so smitten. Girl's got it bad for you - but you're not really any better."

"Really?" Eddie asked, much more sheepishly. It was such a turncoat from their usually charismatic leader, that the boys settled down before sharing fond, yet mischievous looks.

"Dude," Mike nodded, "she's definitely into you. Should ask her out."

"Nah, maybe not," Eddie shook his head.

"Why not?" Dustin wondered in earnest. "I mean - you're you! She's into you! C'mon, man!"

But Eddie admitted, "She deserves someone better than whatever I'm offering. Know she got into Princeton? And Stanford, apparently."

"Shit," Mike looked at Lucas with sadness; but only for the limited timeframe you two faced, and not because you got into college. They understood that most teenagers were frothing at the mouth to get their college acceptance letters - you even went as far to pay for early admission - simply because it would get you guys out of Hawkins faster.

"Doesn't matter, you guys still have the rest of the year," Dustin covered, nodding with enthusiasm now. "And prom! You haven't gone before, now you can go with Y/N!"

"Who's Y/N going to prom with?" You asked as you entered the room, smiling at the guys as you shut it behind you. "Oh, am I late? I'm so sorry, you guys!"

"No, no, we're still setting up," Gareth assured, clearing his throat. "Here, we saved you a spot," he nudged Jeff and together, they shuffled down the table to free the spot right next to Eddie.

"Thanks, guys," you smiled, patting their shoulders as you took your seat. "Hi," you directed at the others, glancing at Eddie.

"Hey, N/N," Lucas cooed. "Say, that's a nice shirt. Is yellow your favorite color?"

You glanced at your button-up, "Oh, no, my mom just thinks it's a nice blouse. I had another college interview today."

"For which school?" Dustin asked with curiosity.

"Oh, it's for Indiana State," you shrugged a bit. "Figured I'd check a few in-state schools out, in case I choose to stay close to home."

"Awh," Dustin cooed.

"But to answer your question," you nodded at Lucas, "my favorite color is this light shade of pink. It reminds me of my Nana's flower garden."

"Oh, that's nice," Jeff assured. "Hey, Eddie? Didn't you have something for N/N?"

Your attention turned, smiling at an obviously uncomfortable Eddie. "No, hey, it's cool - "

"No, no, they're right," Eddie rushed, clearing his throat after. "Y/N, you've been playing Hellfire with us for a few weeks now, and I thought it was time we invite you into the club," he presented the shirt, adding, "officially?"

You cooed loudly, unable to restrain your excitement as you took the shirt and opened it to look at it in full. "Eddie!" You gasped, "This is amazing! Oh, my God!"

You missed the way his cheeks flared brightly then, shifting in his seat to try and lessen the feeling of embarrassment as you leaned over to gush at the modifications he made with Jeff and Garth.

Eddie caught Dustin's eye, watching the Freshman nod encouragingly at you. He sighed and flipped the kid his middle finger, getting started with his prep before the game started. But a quick glance around the table had you standing, "I'll be right back, I'm gonna change really quick!"

The boys watched you rocket out of the room - truly intent to take as little time as possible, since you knew Eddie to be (decently) punctual when it came to starting games. When you were out of sight, all of the boys rounded on Eddie with harsh glares.

"What?" He snipped.

"What're you waiting for?" Lucas asked.

"Seriously, dude!" Mike whined.

"GO!" Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Gareth, and Jeff all shouted; making Eddie flinch to his feet, mumbling about their 'loud voices' as he scurried out of the room. As he turned down the hall, you were slipping from the girls' bathroom, admiring your new shirt.

"Hey," Eddie smiled, earning your attention.

"Eddie, hey, hi," you beamed in return. "This looks too cool, thank you!" You admired the shirt with pink sleeves again, petting over the material. "You all right? Isn't the game about to start?"

"Yeah, uh, inna sec... I just wanted to ask you... Uh, something..."

"Eddie, you all right?" You asked softly, only a foot between you both as the deserted hallway seemed to stretch around you in all directions. You were only focused on his eyes, and Eddie's breath caught in his throat a few times.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Listen, uh, I-I just wanted to tell you," he nodded, watching you smile patiently, "that the past few weeks we've been hanging out has been... Uh, you know, really great."

"Yeah, it's been fun," you agreed.

"Yeah - great - fun!" He nodded, blinking a few times to clear his mind and get back on track. "W-Which is why I wanted to ask, you know, um, if you're free, and only if you wanted to, uh, because no pressure, you can totally say no, and, um, I would understand, I mean, I would be pretty bummed, but I'd understand - "

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"You're rambling, honey," you smiled brighter at him, nodding slowly as you reached for his forearm. "You wanna pause and, just, breathe for a sec?"

"Yeah, okay," he chuckled, clearing his throat as he glanced down at your hand. Thinking he didn't like it, you removed your hand. "Um, I just, look," he sighed, "I like you... Maybe more than I should," he chuckled to himself. "And I wanted to ask if you wanted to, maybe, go on a date with me?"

He was avoiding your eyes, making you smile lightly and reach for him again, "Hey, Eddie? Wanna look at me real quick?" When his eyes flashed up to meet yours, he only found a pleasant expression on your face, your lips looking far too soft for his sanity, assuring, "I'd really like to go on a date with you."

"You would?"

"I would," you chuckled, letting your hand fall to his hand. "I've kinda liked you for a while."

"You have?"

You laughed a little louder, "I have. Since your first senior year, actually."

"Oh, my God," he laughed, his hand naturally conforming around your own. "Oh, wow, okay, yeah, so, cool, cool! Really cool."

"Totally cool," you smirked.

"Yeah - really cool - totally cool, yeah," he repeated nervously. "S-So you like the shirt?"

"I do," you assured, squeezing his hand. "It was very thoughtful, thank you so much, again."

"Yeah," he breathed, "no problem... Call it a happy little accident."

"You were trying to do laundry again, weren't you?"

His cheeks flared brightly, "Maybe."

"What was it?"

He shrugged, "Wayne's Nationals tee shirt in with some of my white shirts."

"Oh, honey," you laughed. "Well, it is a happy little accident, and it really works in your favor, so, thank you. Oh," you looked down at your hand when something felt slick, "Eddie, y-your fingers are bleeding!"

"Shit," he hissed, pulling his hand away, "sorry, sorry, fuck, that's so embarrassing, fuck, I'm sorry, fuck."

"What happened to you?" You asked, tugging him with you back down the hall and into the deserted girls' bathroom to run his hands under water. He winced some when you pumped soap onto the raw injury, you repeating your question.

"These might be battle wounds from me fighting the sewing machine making your shirt," he chuckled, relaxing some as the initial sting wore off until the water ran clear again.

"You're so fucking cute, oh, my God," you giggled a bit, pulling a paper towel down to blot at his hands. "You handmade this?"

He nodded sheepishly, wiggling his ringed fingers at you, "Got the wounds to prove it."

"Thank you," you whispered, smiling up at him as you dried his hands slowly. "Might be the nicest thing someone's given me. It's really thoughtful."

"Anything for you," he whispered, your faces hovering over one another as his eyes sucked you in before holding you hostage. Not even knowing when his hands left yours, they were suddenly pressing into your waist to draw you in closer, forehead gently meeting yours to ask, "This okay?"

"Mhm," you agreed softly, lifting your chin to lightly skim your lips over his; waiting for his move. You didn't wait long, as with your next breath, he was descending upon you; searing a kiss to your lips as his hands tightened to bunch your new shirt slightly.

Lost in the motions, your own hands rose to latch around his neck; soon sliding your fingers into his long locks and tightened. By the way Eddie's breath picked up, you figured you were doing something right, and pushed onto your toes to lessen the distance between you. Eddie's body then pressed you into the sink, and all known thought was lost...

Until...

bang - bang - bang

"Y/N! You in there?" Dustin called from outside the bathroom after banging on the door.

"Yeah, what's up, Dusty?" You answered after pulling away from Eddie, pushing a finger to his smirking lips. He instead drew you closer, making your bottom lip roll between your teeth to fight your giggle when he nuzzled your neck.

"You seen Eddie?"

"Uh," you smirked, "no?"

"Oh, well, we're set up when you're ready! I'm gonna go look for him."

"Check out back, he might be having a cigarette!" You called, Eddie's teeth raking over sensitive skin as you fought off your laughter.

"Thanks!"

You heard his footsteps rocketing down the hallway, laughing into Eddie's lips when his found yours again. "C'mon," you giggled, unable to resist another kiss - or three. "C'mon, c'mon, they're waiting."

"You're right," he sighed, pecking your lips again. "Or... We could blow tonight off?"

"Is that a serious offer?"

Eddie paused, then sighed, "No, not really, c'mon."

You giggled as your hand laced with his as you moved for the main bathroom door, "Thought as much!"

Only when you exited, Eddie's eyes staring at you as he giggled with you, before you both came to a squeaking halt - finding all the members of Hellfire filling the hall, arms crossed as a barricade.

"Mhm, don't know where he is?" Dustin repeated like a disappointed mother catching you sneaking around with the town' delinquent. Which, wasn't entirely far off...

"Um, right, well..." You trailed off.

"Aht, aht!" Mike barked. "We don't wanna hear your excuses! We've been waiting for 10 minutes now! March to the room, you two!"

"But - "

Mike cut Eddie off, pointing down the hall, "March!"

"All right, Mom, chill, geez," Eddie teased, tugging you with him to head down the hall finally - your laughter echoing around them as you had to jog slightly to keep up with his long pace.

"They're cute," Lucas sighed, head cocked to watch them go.

"Glad they worked it out. This is gonna be good, you know?" Jeff agreed, the lads all turning to watch your two head down the hall together; hands tangled together.

"You know he's not gonna give her special treatment in the games, right?" Mike checked.

"Oh, that's what you think," Gareth giggled with Dustin, the two moving after you and Eddie down the hall.

"Oh, no... What have we done...?" Mike muttered to himself, only moving when a snickering Lucas clapped him on the shoulder.

Fixation

Chapter 28: Backstabber

Mentions of: Past Abuse/Miscarriage, Stabbing, Death, Blood, Slight Gore, etc.

Tags: @froegis @dead-bxxxtch-walking @vandeaad @mama-miya @darthwhorecrux @stwbwwychan

“No.” That was the first word that slipped from your mouth, as you stared at his face, watching him stand with the Ghostface mask in hand. You couldn’t help but gape at his face. His bare, revealed face. “No, no, no.”

Jed Olsen. Your boyfriend. The guy you fell for. He was Ghostface. It all made so much sense now. It was so obvious. It was right under your nose, and you never even realized.

How could you be so blind? How could you be so stupid? You had promised yourself you would figure out who he was, but you chose to ignore all the warning signs. You only saw what you wanted to. You were such an idiot.

“I know you must have a lot of questions. I mean, what do you even call me? Danny, Jed, Ghostface? For the record, Danny or Ghostface is just fine.” He winked at you with a smirk. Your reaction was even better than he ever imagined.

“Why- why are you doing this?” You asked, still in shock, various emotions overwhelming you. He shrugged. “You’re the expert, you tell me.”

Your eyes went down to Alex, whose body was sprawled out on the floor, blood still seeping into the cracks and holes on the ground. “You killed him. I still can’t believe you killed him.”

“You’re welcome.” He said in a sing-song voice, leaning against the wall and still catching his breath a bit after what just happened.

“He was my ex fiancé. When I first met him, I thought he was perfect. Talented, smart, handsome, a little bit cocky, but it was okay. But after a while, he started getting possessive, controlling almost every part of my life. And then he started hurting me. It just kept happening again and again and it wouldn’t stop. I- I got pregnant, and he pushed me down the stairs, and- I managed to get away from him for awhile, but I always wanted to make him pay for what he did. I hated him.”

“Seems like you got a knack for falling for the wrong guy, sweetheart. It’s a good thing I killed that bastard.” Danny grinned, walking over, and tapping his knife to your chin, trailing it down to your throat. You let him, not even flinching. “Are you going to kill me?”

That made Danny pause. If he was being honest with himself, he had no idea what he was going to do with you. For once, he didn’t plan everything out.

Suddenly, there was the sound of sirens, making Danny jump. Police sirens. Ambulance sirens. It was just before dawn, the sky a light purple and red outside. Flashes of red and blue lit up through the window, illuminating the once dim house.

“Shit. Someone must’ve heard and called the police.” He muttered, slipping his mask on. “What now?”

While you were panicking, Ghostface seemed cool and collected, like he handled this before, which wasn’t too surprising. “C’mon.”

He picked you up by the undersides of your thighs, making you yelp in surprise. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him carry you out bridal style through the backdoor of your house.

The next thing you knew, you two were leaving town, in a car Danny stole. He had changed out of his Ghostface clothes, and was driving down the highway. You were with him now, and honestly, you were fine with it.

You rested your chin on your hand, looking out the window, and feeling your eyes grow heavy, before you eventually succumbed to sleep. This was your life now. Wherever Danny went, you went with him.

--

You awoke to being pushed onto the ground, hard. Wherever you were, it was cold, wet and damp. It was early morning, a light fog all around. You looked around to see who had done it, but there was nothing, no one.

“Danny?” You called out, trying to get to your feet, before you were knocked to the ground again. This time, you could see who it was.

“Right here, sweetheart.” He said from behind you. He was in Ghostface attire, sitting on your back and straddling you. You were so confused. What was happening? What was he doing?

“While this has been nice, and I’ve had lots of fun, it seems like your time is up. I would let you live, but I like to work alone.” That was when you felt the first stab.

You cried out, feeling the knife getting jammed into your back, trying to fight him off, squirming underneath him, but it was no use. He was too heavy, and you already felt so weak.

Then he jammed the knife into your side a couple of times, before shoving it deep into your back, all of the blade inside you. Tears of pain streaked down your face, as you felt him pull you back by your hair, and take one last picture of both you and him together.

You stared at the camera, feeling the blood spill through your mouth, the flash blinding you. After the picture was taken, he pulled the knife out, stepping back.

Everything was starting to get blurry and dark, and you could hear Danny’s voice, but you couldn’t understand what he was saying. All you could wonder is how you could let him do this to you? You fought so hard, and you just let yourself die like this. You let yourself trust him.

A thick, dark fog began rolling in, beckoning you. Were you dead? Was this hell?

Using all your might, you crawled towards the fog, hearing a low voice whispering into your ear. The darkness completely engulfed you, and no longer did you feel pain. Instead, you felt nothing, numbness, as you stayed there, in the void.

Eventually, the fog lifted, and you were standing on your feet, in some sort of dense, dark, unfamiliar forest. You cautiously walked through the forest, a strange feeling of dread and anxiety looming over you.

But then you felt another feeling. A more familiar one. That you were being watched. Suddenly, you felt a gloved hand grab your mouth, pulling you back. “Hey Dollie, ya miss me?”

Summary: Eddie Munson is a walking rain cloud of sarcasm and a not so sunny outlook on life. If you ask him he likes it that way, it keeps people at arms length and makes it easy to go through life with the select group of friends he’s had since high school. All of that seems to change when he runs into you at a Metallica concert of all places, you stand out like a sore thumb in your sundress and heart shaped sunglasses but he can’t help but feel drawn to you like a moth to a flame. You have no idea who he is but you’re always happy to make new friends and that’s when Eddie realizes he’s seen you around town, you’re Steve Harrington’s sister and maybe…just maybe you’re the sunshine to his cloudy day☀️

Type of Story: Mini Series

Trope: Opposites Attract

Status: Complete (but open for requests)

A/N: This idea was given to me by a lovely follower and I figured it would make a great quick and easy mini series✨

Tag List: Open

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Extras: Here

*This is mainly a texting mini series so you’ll find everything below in the correct order*

Part 1: I’m Worried

Part 2: Polite

Part 3: Lunch

Part 4: Busy? Bonus convos when Eddie gets to the party here

Part 5: Proof