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30s. Mama first. Writer. Witch. I write Eddie Munson fics. 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Eddie Munson/Joseph Quinn Masterlist 18+ minors do not interact ‼️🚨❤️‍🔥

The End of All Things (Sweet Baby Angel Eddie) Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four The Finale

Last Chance to Dance (Rockstar Eddie) Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six - The Final Chapter

Fixation on the Darkness (Dark Romance Eddie) Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five The Finale

The Arms of Sorrow (Sequel to FOTD) (Dark Romance Eddie) Part One

Part Two

So Called Chaos (Single Dad Eddie) Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Eddie Munson One Shots Steddie x fem! reader (18+) (explicit ❤️‍🔥)

Joseph Quinn One Shots Just For Tonight (18+) (romance/sensual 💘) Beg (18+) (spicy/playful/romantic 💗)

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WANNA KISS?

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader Summary: Eddie is a nervous wreck as he asks you out, even more so on the date, and after. If only you'd stop teasing him. Warnings: teasing, kind of mutual pining, kissing. WC: 5.7k

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Valentines masterlist

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Eddie Munson had survived plenty of things that should’ve killed him.

Metal shop accidents. 

Angry parents. 

A guitar amp that sparked and smoked like it was possessed.

A near miss with a deer on Route 36 that still haunted his dreams.

But none of that compared to the quiet, stomach-flipping terror of standing outside Family Video at 8:47 p.m. on a Wednesday, pretending he wasn’t waiting for you.

He leaned against the brick wall, leather jacket creaking when he shifted his weight, eyes flicking to the glass doors every few seconds. 

The neon sign buzzed overhead, flickering between OPEN and something half-dead, bathing the sidewalk in pinkish light. Snow from earlier that day lingered in dirty piles near the curb, the air sharp and cold enough to sting when he breathed too deep.

Eddie dragged a hand through his hair, tugging on a curl a little too hard.

Relax, he told himself for maybe the hundredth time. You’re just… hanging out. Like always.

Except it wasn’t like always. 

It couldn’t be. 

Not when the calendar in his brain was screaming FEBRUARY at him like it was a personal threat.

He checked his watch. You were supposed to get off at nine.

He was early- too early- but pacing the trailer for another thirteen minutes had felt impossible. He’d left before Wayne could ask questions. 

Before he could chicken out.

Before Valentine’s Day could get any closer without him doing something about it.

Because Eddie Munson had a problem.

Your name.

He thought about it constantly. In the way a song got stuck in your head, looping whether you wanted it to or not. In the way he’d catch himself scanning every room he walked into, looking for you without realizing he was doing it. 

In the way his chest did that stupid, painful swell every time you laughed at one of his dumb jokes like it was genuinely funny.

He’d known you for, what, almost a year now?

It felt longer. 

It felt like you’d always been there.

You had met through Steve, technically. 

One of those accidental group hangouts that turned into something regular. 

You started showing up to Hellfire sometimes, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a soda, pretending you totally understood what was going on while Eddie explained rules with wild hand gestures and dramatic flair.

You asked questions. Listened. Remembered things.

That was when it had started. That warm, dangerous thing in his chest.

You treated him like he mattered. Like he wasn’t a joke or a phase or something to be tolerated. You teased him- gently, never cruel- and you looked at him straight in the eye when he talked, like his words were worth catching.

Eddie Munson, certified disaster, had been done for almost immediately.

The crush had grown quietly, stupidly. He’d convinced himself he was hiding it well. 

He was not.

Dustin had started smirking at him every time you walked into a room. 

And Robin once raised her eyebrows and said, “So. Are you ever gonna do something about that?” with a pointed look that made Eddie nearly choke on his drink.

But he hadn’t done anything. Because doing something meant risking everything.

He liked what you guys had. The easy banter. The way you’d bump shoulders with him when you laughed. The way you’d sit beside him without thinking twice, like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

Asking you out meant changing the shape of that. It meant the possibility- no, the probability, of screwing it up.

Except now Valentine’s Day was looming, and every store window in Hawkins had turned into a nightmare of red hearts and pink ribbons and stupid teddy bears holding even stupider signs.

And Eddie couldn’t shake the thought that if he didn’t ask you now, he never would.

The door to Family Video swung open, letting out a burst of warm air and muffled music. Eddie’s head snapped up on instinct.

There you were.

Your hair was a little mussed from a long shift, jacket tucked under your arm as you laughed at something Steve said behind the counter. 

You looked tired, but in that soft way, like you’d earned it. Like someone who’d been living a full day.

Eddie’s chest tightened.

Okay. Okay. You can do this.

You stepped outside, the cold hitting you instantly. You zipped your jacket and spotted him a second later. 

Your face lit up, actually lit up, and Eddie felt it like a physical hit.

“Eddie!” you said, smiling as you crossed the sidewalk toward him. “What are you doing here?”

Existing poorly, he thought.

“Uh- hey,” he said, pushing off the wall a little too fast. “I was, um. Waiting. For you. Not in a creepy way. I mean-”

You laughed, warm and easy. “I didn’t think it was creepy.”

Good. Good. Small victories.

They fell into step together, heading down the street. Hawkins at night was quiet in that familiar way. Storefronts dark, streetlights humming overhead, the town wrapped up early like it always was in winter.

“So,” you said, glancing at him. “You’ve been acting weird all week.”

His heart stopped.

“I have?” Eddie squeaked, then immediately winced. Great. Real smooth.

You smiled, that knowing little curve of your lips that always made him feel like you saw more than he let on. “Yeah. You’ve been distracted. You almost forgot your dice on Monday.”

Eddie gasped, hand flying to his chest. “Okay, first of all, slander. Second of all- that was a one-time thing.”

You bumped your shoulder into his. “Sure it was.”

You walked in comfortable silence for a few steps. Eddie could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. Every line he’d practiced vanished on contact with reality.

He’d rehearsed this. 

In the shower. 

In the car. 

In the mirror, staring at his own dumb face and telling himself not to freak out.

Just ask her, he told himself. Just say the words.

You reached the corner of the carpark and Eddie knew this was it. The moment. If he didn’t do it now, he’d lose his nerve completely.

Eddie stopped walking.

You took two more steps before realizing, turning back to him with a curious tilt of your head. “Everything okay?”

Say it. Say it now.

He opened his mouth.

Nothing came out.

He laughed instead- a breathy, nervous sound- and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Okay, so. I had a whole thing planned. Like, a sentence. Possibly two. And it is… gone.”

Your expression softened immediately. You stepped a little closer, giving him your full attention. “That’s okay. Take your time.”

God. You were killing him.

Eddie swallowed, fingers worrying at the rings on his hand. He stared at the cracked sidewalk between their shoes, then forced himself to look up at you.

“There’s this thing,” he started, then groaned. “Wow. That’s- amazing. Ten out of ten opening.”

You smiled, eyes bright. “Eddie.”

“Right. Okay.” He took a breath, long but short at the same time. “So. We’ve been… friends. Which is great. Awesome. Best thing in my life, actually.” He winced. “Not that I don’t have other things. I do. Obviously. I just-”

You were still smiling, but there was something attentive in your gaze now. 

Patient. Encouraging.

Eddie pushed on, words tumbling faster. “And Valentine’s Day is coming up, which I know is a whole thing and you don’t have to care about it, and I don’t even really care about it- well, I mean, I do, but not in a commercial way-”

He stopped, breathless.

“-Eddie,” you said gently. “What are you trying to say?”

This was it. No more rambling. No more hiding.

“I like you,” he blurted. “Like-like you. Have for a while. And I was wondering- if you don’t already have plans, or even if you do but they’re bad-if you’d maybe want to go out with me? On Valentine’s Day. Like. A date.”

Silence.

Eddie’s heart plummeted straight to his boots.

He rushed on, panic surging. “And it’s totally okay if you don’t! Seriously. I won’t make it weird. I mean, I might make it a little weird because that’s kind of my brand, but I won’t-”

You laughed. Not teasing. Not awkward. Just… happy.

“Um,” you said, eyes shining as you watched him squim in place. 

You let him brew in his nerves for a moment, just a moment, watching his jaw clench and unclench, swallowing thickly.

“Yes, Eddie”

He blinked, nodding slowly before his eyebrows shot up.

“Wait,” he said. “Yes… yes?”

“Yes,” you repeated, smiling wider. “I’d love to.”

For a second, Eddie thought he might actually pass out.

“Really?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Really.”

A laugh burst out of him, bright and incredulous. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing half a step like he didn’t know what to do with his body. “Holy shit. I mean-sorry. Wow. Okay. Cool. Coolcoolcool.”

You laughed again, stepping closer. “You okay there?”

“Never been worse-” he said honestly before sighing “-Never been better, I mean”

You stood there, the night suddenly softer, warmer somehow. Eddie felt light. Giddy. Like his feet weren’t quite touching the ground.

“Did you uh-” He pointed to his car behind his shoulder “Did you need a ride home?”

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The second Eddie got back to the trailer, he paced.

Back and forth. From the couch to the kitchenette. Around the coffee table. Nearly tripping over a stack of records he’d left on the floor.

Wayne looked up from his recliner, beer in hand. “You look like you’re about to vibrate outta your skin.”

“I asked her out,” Eddie blurted.

Wayne blinked. Took a sip. “Okay.”

“And she said yes.”

Another blink. Then a slow grin. “Well I’ll be damned.”

Eddie dragged both hands down his face. “Wayne, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You never do.”

“That’s not helping!”

Wayne shrugged. “Didn’t stop you before.”

Eddie groaned and disappeared into his room, slamming the door behind him before Wayne could say anything else vaguely insightful.

The second he was alone, the spiral truly began.

Okay. Valentine’s Day. Date. With you.

He flopped backward onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling, chest tight and buzzing.

She said yes. She actually said yes.

He rolled onto his side, grabbing the pillow and screaming into it for a solid three seconds before sitting up abruptly.

“Nope. Nope. Focus.”

He needed a plan. A good plan. A plan that didn’t scream I’ve never done this before and I am terrified of disappointing you.

Dinner? Movie? Both? Too much? Not enough?

He was lost, he never thought he would have gotten this far, and now that he has, he’s not sure how to not fuck it up.

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Eddie knocked on your door finally, having stayed in his van in your driveway 10 minutes too long.

But, he was still early, and he’s rather you not feel rushed to get ready.

He had gone through every conversation in his head on the way here, every outcome of the night.

Even practicing what he’d say.

“Hey. You look nice.” “-No, that’s stupid.”

“Wow, you look- shit-uh-” “-Nope. Worse.”

Yet, he still stood on your porch, running a hand over his jeans to wipe the sweat off.

He waited for a moment, then another, growing more anxious by every second that you didn’t open the door.

Lifting his fist, he prepared to knock again, falling short when the door flung open, you standing there looking somewhat out of breath.

You must have run down the stairs to answer him, and he began to feel bad.

“Not planning to punch me are you? I was just putting on my shoes-”

“-wow- wow- I mean- y-you look…beautiful” He cut you off, not bothering to entertain your teasing as his eyes wandered over you.

Your outfit was simple, yet so, so pretty.

Red was definitely her colour He thought to himself, eyes drifting down.

He couldn’t hide his awe when his mouth was hung open, eyes blown wide as he met your eyes.

You blushed sheepishly at his gaze, biting back a smile.

You could say the same thing for him, really.

He was wearing his usual getup, but you instantly noticed the lack of his jean vest.

-And that his jeans- no rip, no tear, not even black.

They were a dark wash of blue.

Something you’ve never seen him wear.

It was odd, he was wearing what he normally wears, but so different at the same time.

“And you look” You smiled happily “Handsome”

You giggled, watching his face flush a bright pink, blinking sheepishly with a small grin, his dimples imprinted on his cheeks.

He stayed speechless for a beat- a beat before pushing the flowers in his hand your way.

The stems were almost crushed in his palms, but the flowers themselves were beautiful, stunning and freshly bloomed.

“These are for you”

You beamed up at him, taking them from his hands and bringing them up to your nose “Not picked from somebody’s garden, I hope?”

“What?” he asked, almost in offense or distress “No- no..I bought them”

“I know” You laughed, letting your hand brush his arm in a teasing motion “I’m just messing with you, Eds”

“Ok- I know…I knew that…”

You nodded along with him, tilting your head to the side. “M’just gonna put these in a vase, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah sure…I’ll be…here”

“Okay” you chuckled, leaving him on your porch for a moment.

Letting him have a moment of peace.

He let himself breathe while you were gone, his hands finding his hair to make sure it was good, then running down to fix his jacket, fiddling with the zipper.

He was shitting himself, to say the least, and your relentless mocking sure as hell did not help his case.

He rolled on his heels, bouncing up and down on his feet, whistling to himself, eyes darting the front of your house.

The porch light wasn’t on yet, not being dark enough for the sensor, there was a rundown chair in the corner, right by the bushes of roses in front of the fence.

The wooden planks creaked under his weight as he moved, making him wonder how long someone can stand there without it breaking.

He flinched when you appeared.

“You alright? You seem…jumpy tonight” You questioned, shutting the door behind you as he stepped back.

He shook his head “yeah, yeah I’m alright”

You hummed along, walking beside him as he began to walk you to his van.

“So…what’s the plan for tonight?” You wondered aloud, looking over at him as he kicked the gravel.

“Uh…well I was thinking…If you were up to it, we could go to the movies after…but um- I was just going to take you to the diner” he responded questly, almost unsure of himself as he avoided your eyes.

Opening your door, he shook his head “I can take you to a real restaurant- if you want- but- then we’d have to sneak into the theatre”

“The diner is great, Eddie, nothing beats a greasy burger and fries” You assured him, resting your hand on his bicep.

You smiled as he tensed at your touch, blinking madly “a-and milkshakes”

“And milkshakes” you agreed, hopping in his van giddily

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The bell above the diner door jingled as Eddie pushed it open, the sound cutting through the low hum of conversation and the hiss of the griddle. 

Warmth hit you instantly, carrying the smell of grease, coffee, and sugar, comforting in that unmistakably Hawkins way.

Red vinyl booths lined the walls, cracked just slightly from years of use. A neon sign buzzed softly above the counter,

EAT HERE

flickering like it was on its last legs. Somewhere in the corner, a jukebox played something slow and familiar.

You slid into a booth by the window, shrugging off your jacket and draping it beside you. 

Eddie followed a half-second later, nearly tripping over his own feet before collapsing into the seat across from you like it might launch him into space if he moved too fast.

He placed his elbows on the table. Then immediately took them off.

Too casual. Too rude. Too something.

“So,” you said, smiling as you rested your chin in your hand. “You bring all your dates here, Munson?”

Dates.

Plural.

Eddie choked on absolutely nothing.

“I-what?-no,” he sputtered, eyes wide. “I mean-this is-this is my first-I mean-”

You laughed, leaning back against the booth, clearly delighted. “Relax. I’m kidding.”

He let out a shaky breath, rubbing his hands on his jeans under the table. “Right. Yeah. I knew that.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I mean,” he amended weakly, “I figured.”

A waitress appeared with two menus and a pot of coffee, setting them down with practiced ease. “What can I get ya?”

“Milkshake,” Eddie said immediately. Then panicked. “Uh-please.”

You grinned. “Chocolate, for me, thanks.”

Eddie nodded vigorously. “Yeah. Chocolate. Good choice. Solid. Top tier.”

The waitress scribbled it down, eyeing Eddie like she could see straight through him. “You two ready to order food or you need a minute?”

“A minute would be-great,” Eddie said, then froze. “Unless you’re ready. I mean, I’m ready. But only if you are. Which- you might not be.”

“I’m good with a minute,” you said easily, giving the lady a nod.

“Minute,” Eddie echoed. “Perfect. Love minutes.”

The waitress walked away, and Eddie immediately slumped back into the booth like he’d just survived combat.

You watched him for a moment, eyes bright with amusement.

“You okay?” you asked, clearly not buying it.

“Never better,” he said, a little too fast.

You hummed, picking up the menu but not really looking at it. “You’re very twitchy tonight.”

“I am not twitchy.”

“You just jumped when the napkin dispenser moved.”

“It attacked me.”

You laughed again, softer this time, and Eddie felt his shoulders relax just a fraction.

God. You looked good. Sitting there across from him, smiling like this was the most normal thing in the world. Like he hadn’t spent the past week barely sleeping over the idea of disappointing you.

“So,” you said casually, eyes flicking up to meet his. “How long were you gonna wait before telling me?”

His stomach dropped.

“Telling you… what?”

Your smile turned knowing. Dangerous.

“About your crush.”

Silence.

Pure, deafening silence.

Eddie stared at you, mouth opening and closing like a fish, brain short-circuiting completely.

“My- my what?”

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table now, mirroring him earlier. “Eddie.”

He swallowed hard. “You knew?”

You nodded obviously “Yeah.”

“How long?” he asked weakly, his adams apple bobbing in his throat.

You pretended to think. “Mmm. A while.”

“A while,” he repeated, incredulous. “Like-weeks? Months? Years?”

You laughed at his dramatics, shaking your head in amusement

“Probably around the time you started tripping over your own feet every time I so little as waved at you”

He groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “Oh my god.”

You reached out, gently prying his fingers away so he’d look at you. His face was already flushed, eyes blown wide with embarrassment.

“Hey,” you said softly. “I thought it was cute.”

“You thought me being a complete idiot was cute?”

“Well,” you shrugged, “you’re kind of charming when you’re nervous, cute, even”

He laughed despite himself, shaking his head. “I cannot believe this.”

“You’re telling me,” you teased. “Do you know how hard it is to act surprised when someone finally asks you out?”

He froze. “Wait.”

You tilted your head. “Wait?”

“You- you knew I was gonna ask you out?”

“I hoped,” you said honestly. “And when Valentine’s Day rolled around and you started acting even weirder than usual…”

He let out a long, defeated sigh. “I really thought I was being subtle.”

You grinned. “You were not.”

The waitress returned with milkshakes and notepads, saving Eddie from further humiliation.

“Ready now?” she asked.

“Yes,” Eddie said immediately, grabbing the menu like it was a lifeline. “Absolutely. I know exactly what I want.”

You watched him with a fond smile as he ordered, stumbling over his words only once this time, and ordered for yourself without hesitation.

When the waitress left, Eddie slumped back again, groaning softly. “So. You knew. The whole time.”

“Mhm.”

“And you didn’t say anything.”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

You shrugged, reaching for your milkshake and taking a sip. “Because I liked what we had. And because I wanted you to ask me when you were ready.”

That made something warm bloom in his chest.

“You’re evil,” he said, but there was no heat behind it.

“Only a little.”

It was silent for a while, a comfortable one- one that let you know he was stuck in his thoughts.

You let yourself listen to the music humming in the background, tapping along to the beat.

“Does that mean you liked me too?” He asked finally, almost fiercely.

You only laughed at him, nudging his leg under the table.

He frowned, leaning down to rub his shin.

“Do you like me or not?!” he repeated “laughing isn’t an answer!”

Giggling as he whined, you sat there across from him, happy and content.

He gave up after a moment, realising you weren’t going to answer him like he hoped, and sank into his seat, a cute pout on his lips.

Then, you talked while they waited for the food, about Hellfire, about stupid customers at Family Video, about Wayne’s questionable taste in television. 

Eddie found himself relaxing more with every passing minute, hands finally staying still, laughter coming easier.

Still, every so often, you’d brush your foot against his under the table, or meet his gaze for just a second too long, and he’d short-circuit all over again.

When the food arrived- greasy burgers and fries piled high- Eddie stared at his plate like it might judge him.

“What did the food do to you?” you chuckled, popping a fry into your mouth.

“Nothin’ just trying to figure out how to eat it” He replied, hands itching for the plate

“If you’re trying to make me believe you’ve never had a burger, then you’re stupid, Munson” You deadpanned, confused as to where his head was at.

His eyebrows disappeared behind his bangs “no- I- I love burgers- I just don’t want to eat it…badly”

You snorted “Eddie, what the hell are you talking about?”

He flinched, like he also thought your words “Well…you know…get the sauce all over my face and be gross”

You rolled your eyes, not caring for his lame excuses “Eds, you better get sauce on your face, it’s a tale tell sign of a good burger”

He smiled at your words, finding comfort in your assurance.

“And trust me- you eating messily will not make me like you any less”

Eddie’s face flushed as he took a bite out of his burger, almost choking as he registered your words.

“So you do like me?” He said with his mouth full, his words muffled and slurred over the food.

“Ew Eddie, that is gross” 

“Sorry” He spoke, still chewing.

You grimaced, scrushing your nose at him “Stop! I mean it” 

He smiled at you innocently, batting his lashes your way as you threw a fry at his face.

“First date, and you last” you joked, watching him swallow his food and shake his head vigorously.

“No, I’ll stop! I’m sorry” He begged, leaning forward.

You huffed and bit back a smile as you reached up and swiped a smear of mustard off his cheek, watching as he avoided your eyes, pursing his lips.

It was like his brain short-circuted, replaying the time of death over and over again in his head.

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Walking back to his van, you followed in closely, your shoulder brushing his as you leaned into his side.

He was mumbling to himself, patting his pockets in search of his keys.

You let your hand find his, curling into his palm, smiling at his warmth.

His gaze remained straight ahead as you interlocked your fingers loosely, letting him pull away if he really wanted to.

But you beamed to yourself as his hand squeezed yours, it was soft, nervous, but he still held your hand.

You leaned into his side, resting your temple against his shoulder “Is it okay with you?”

He nodded quickly. “Yeah. Yeah. Totally. Very okay.”

You reached the van. Eddie stopped short, keys forgotten entirely, staring at the ground like it had personally offended him. The streetlight caught the edge of his curls, his lashes casting shadows on his cheeks.

You turned to face him.

He took a breath that didn’t quite reach his lungs.

There was a long pause. Not awkward- just heavy with everything unsaid.

Then, softly, you asked, “Eddie?”

“Mm?” His voice cracked. He cleared his throat. “Sorry. Yeah. What’s up?”

You tilted your head, studying him. “Do you… wan’ a kiss?”

His entire body froze, every limb and muscle in his body, stuck in place.

His eyes widened. His shoulders tensed. His mouth hung open in shock- ready to say something.

But absolutely nothing coherent came out.

“I-uh-” He laughed once, high and nervous. “Okay. Um. That’s- wow.”

He dragged a hand through his hair, pacing half a step away and then back like he didn’t know where to put himself.

“I mean- yeah,” he blurted, then immediately panicked. “-I mean, if you do. Which-obviously- you wouldn’t ask if you didn’t- God, I’m making this worse, aren’t I?”

He winced. “I just-yeah. Yeah. I want to. A lot. Like-very much. Not too much, through-”

You smiled gently. “That’s okay.”

He exhaled shakily, nodding. “Okay. Cool. Okay.”

Then you said, softly, “Close your eyes for me?”

He froze again.

“…Okay,” he said after a beat, suspicion and trust warring in his expression. He shut them, lashes fluttering like he was bracing for something monumental.

“And,” you added, trying not to smile, “open your mouth.”

His eyes snapped open.

“My-my mouth?” he squeaked.

You nodded.

“Oh. Oh! Okay. Sure. Right.” He swallowed, then shut his eyes again like a man going to his execution. “Mouth. Got it.”

He opened his mouth just slightly, breath shaky.

You dug into your pocket and grabbed a small teardrop, unwrapping the foil.

You dropped the Hershey’s Kiss onto his tongue, biting back a mischievous giggle.

Then his jaw snapped shut and his eyes flew open in horror.

He froze again- somehow more rigid than before- processing the taste of chocolate, the shape of it, the immediate and horrifying realization of what had just happened.

“…oh,” he said faintly.

You bit your lip, shoulders shaking.

You were holding out a handful of teardrops, looking up at him innocently.

“They had a bowl full on the counter, grabbed them before we left” You explained cheekily

“Oh my god,” he groaned, immediately chewing. “Right-alright, I get it”

His face went scarlet.

“I just thought- uh, funny” He gestured vaguely between you. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to assume anything. That’s- ugh. That was dumb.”

He laughed awkwardly, rubbing his neck. “I mean, thank you for the chocolate. Very sweet. Literally. But- yeah. Sorry. I misread that completely…so stupid”

He mumbled to himself, a string of curses you barely picked up on.

His shoulders slumped just a little.

“I get it if you were just-joking around. You do that. I like that about you.” He winced. “I just- yeah. I shouldn’t have..assumed-”

You stepped closer.

Before he could spiral any further, you reached up, cupping his cheek gently.

“-Eddie,” you said softly.

He looked at you, eyes wide and unsure. “Yeah?”

Then you kissed him.

Slow. Careful. Real.

He inhaled sharply, hand tightening around yours like it was the only thing keeping him upright. He didn’t move at first, just stood there, stunned, before he finally, hesitantly kissed you back, like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to.

When you pulled away, his forehead dropped to yours, breath shaky.

“…oh,” he whispered.

“Oh? Is that it?” you raised an eyebrow, dropping his hand lightly, letting it flop to his side as he processed the situation.

“No- I mean..thank you- uh- I just- it was…good”

You rolled your eyes, amused by his cuteness.

“Alright, Musnon, no need to flatter me” you spoke sarcastically, crossing your arms over yor chest.

You watched him frown, outreaching his hand to caress your elbow.

“So uh- You up for the movies, or no? It’s alright if not-”

You thought for a moment, taking a small step forward.

“Well I wouldn’t want you to waste money”

Eddie shook his head sharply “No- no it wouldn’t be wasting money- I mean unless the movie sucks- but uh- why- why would it be a waste?”

“Well…” You mumbled, uncrossing your arms as you leaned back into him “I’d want to actually watch the movie”

His face blanked, blinking in confusion “why wouldn’t we watch the movie?”

You turned around from him, going to the passenger side door of his van, taking the keys out of your handbag- since he gave them to you to hold.

He followed after you desperately “Why wouldn’t we watch the movie?” 

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The van slowed as Eddie pulled up in front of your house, tires crunching softly against the gravel. He parked a little crooked, then adjusted, then finally turned the engine off. The sudden quiet felt louder than the drive had been.

The glow from the dashboard lights caught his face, softening his features. 

He rested his hands on the steering wheel for a moment longer than necessary, like he was grounding himself.

Then he cleared his throat.

“So, uh…” he said, a little shy. “That movie was good.”

You turned to look at him.

“Yeah?” you asked, smiling faintly.

He nodded, eyes still fixed forward. “Yeah. Really good.”

You hummed in agreement. “Mm. I liked it too.”

That earned a glance.

Just a quick one- but his cheeks were already pink, spreading fast. 

He ducked his head slightly, huffing out a quiet laugh through his nose.

There was a pause. Not awkward-just warm. Full.

He shifted in his seat, rubbing his thumb along the seam of his jeans. “I hope that was okay,” he said, quieter. “I mean-I had a really good time. I just- y’know. I wanted to make sure you did too.”

You studied him for a moment.

Then: “I did.”

He looked at you then. Fully. Hope flickering across his face.

“Actually,” you went on, reaching for the door handle but not opening it yet, “I was thinking… Maybe we could do this again? Like- next week?”

His breath caught.

“Yeah?” he asked, careful. Hopeful.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Maybe dinner. Or another movie.”

He laughed softly. “We can pretend we’ll watch it.”

“Exactly. Or we can actually watch it”

He nodded, grin growing before he could stop it. Then, quieter, almost vulnerable.

“So… I did a good job?”

You reached over, squeezing his hand gently.

“Yes, Eddie. I had a great time tonight. I’m glad you finally asked me out”

His smile softened completely then- wide but shy, like he wasn’t used to being sure of good things.

“So, do you want another kiss?” You asked sweetly.

“Yeah- sure- I’d like that” He nodded.

Then, he leaned in, his eyes drifting to your lips, a move he’s made multiple times that night.

You swiftly pulled out a few Hershey teardrops, holding them out as you pulled away from him.

He sighed, closing his eyes, maybe in disappointment, maybe in amusement, you weren’t sure.

But he nodded, taking them from your hand “thanks” he mumbled

You huffed and grabbed him face, gentle but firm as you cupped his cheek “Oh, Eddie- you’re so cute” 

He frowned slightly, eyes wide and blown as he searched your face, like he was bracing for another trick.

You didn’t let him think long enough to doubt it.

You leaned in.

No chocolate. No teasing. No warning.

Just you closing the space between you.

Your palm stayed warm against his cheek, thumb brushing the soft skin just beneath his eye. You felt the exact second his breath hitched against your lips before they even touched.

Then they did.

Soft.

Slow enough that you could feel the shape of him. The warmth of his mouth. 

The faint tremble in the hand that slid to your waist, fingers curling into your jacket like he needed something to anchor him.

He inhaled quietly through his nose, and the sound vibrated against your lips.

For a heartbeat, he barely moved, like he was stunned you were real. Like he didn’t trust himself not to ruin it.

So you stayed.

You let your lips linger, pressing just a little more firmly, letting him feel that this wasn’t a joke, wasn’t fleeting, wasn’t going to vanish if he leaned into it.

And he did.

His thumb brushed your cheekbone—hesitant at first, then warmer, more certain. His head tilted slightly, deepening the kiss in a way that was careful, almost reverent. Not rushed. Not greedy.

Just him.

His lips were soft and warm, a little unsure at the edges until you shifted closer, until your hand slid gently into his hair. You felt him melt at that- you felt the quiet exhale he let out as if he’d been holding it all night.

The van felt smaller suddenly. Closer. The world outside, now forgotten.

There was only the warmth of him.

The steady rise and fall of his chest under your hand.

The faint scrape of his ring against the fabric at your waist.

The way he kissed you like you were something precious.

When you finally pulled back, it was slow. Your lips brushing once more before parting. 

Your noses bumped lightly, and you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your mouth.

His forehead rested against yours, curls tickling your temple.

You felt his breath against your skin. Warm. Shaky.

When he opened his eyes, they were soft. Almost glassy. Like he was memorizing you.

He didn’t joke.

He didn’t ramble.

He didn’t panic.

He just looked at you like he couldn’t believe he got to do that.

And he smiled.

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[her-power]

Hey beauties, it’s me, I’m back. How are you? Are you doing okay?! Sorry I’m pulling a Steve from Blue Clues 😵‍💫 it’s been a hell of a ride these last few months. Personal wise, emotional wise, I have had horrendous writers block due to crippling depression and anxiety 😅 but with a new med change, plus MORE therapy, ya girl is getting her groove back. I’m gonna start dabbling away at our beloved Eddie stories but I will probably write some Joe one shots to get those juices flowing *giggity* and just cause I need to hyper fantasize about a man who doesn’t know I exist 😂✨🌙

I love you all, I’ll be writing soon. ❤️

[twistedblud]

if you're still taking prompt requests I would like to request #54 with Dom. thanks!

#54: “we have to be quiet.”

warning(s): fem!reader, semi-rough!dom, hair pulling, a little dirty talk, & just plain smut. 

a/n: slowly getting back into the writing grind. also slightly shorter because i have longer ones i’m working on.enjoy and i love u guys xo

“dom...” y/n dragged out, sprawled out underneath dom as he pounded into her. he pushed her more into the mattress which cancelled out her moans. 

y/n’s brother, adam, was downstairs, catching up on some show y/n couldn’t care less about. she snuck dom up into her room through the window, praying adam wouldn’t be suspicious. or hear the loud thud from when dom landed into her room. their antics quickly began and before she knew it, she ended up face down ass up, with dom ruthlessly fucking her into her queen sized mattress.

her boyfriend of two months had many he planned to do with her, but knew with adam downstairs it’d be impossible. y/n was, let’s face it, terrible at suppressing noises in the bedroom. she was a vocal one when it came to sex and dom loved it. but it wasn’t ideal in their current situation. dom roughly grabbed y/n by the hair to pull her back against his chest, not slowing down at all. this position gave him more leverage, moving toward y/n’s ear.

“mm, what’re you thinking letting me fuck you when we could get caught?” dom’s hands snaked down to y/n’s clit, rubbing circles which caused to belt out. dom reached over to cover her mouth,“hm, do you want us to get caught love? don’t think adam would be too happy if he knew i was fucking his sister.”

dom pulled out of y/n, flipping her on her back, wasting no time as he sucked on the right side of her neck and switched to the other. “i didn’t get an answer” dom said in between kisses and sucking on her chest. y/n merely moaned, the feeling of her boyfriend’s plump, full lips dragging all over her body. he made his way down to her boob, taking her nipple into his mouth as used his tongue to swirl around it.

“n-no. don’t wanna get caught,” y/n choked out, her back arching off the bed and pushing herself more into his mouth. she often felt a moan trickling up her throat but managed to swallow it, focusing on her grip which she found on dom’s neck. 

dom looked up at her dishelved state, releasing her nipple with a pop sound, kissing down her navel until he hovered over her soaking core. dom let out his warm breath whispering, “we have to be quiet,” before diving his tongue into y/n like she was his last meal, y/n cursing, hoping adam wouldn’t come upstairs anytime soon.

[munsonstorm]

how i imagine childhood best friend!eddie

my main masterlist - eddie munson masterlist

warnings: this is 18+, mdni, reader and eddie are 18+, tons of flirting, eddie is snarky, reader is also snarky, they grew up together but are no longer close, talks of sex with other people, mentions of std's, eddie wants reader and reader wants him, kissing. 2.1k words

After middle school, you did not relate to Eddie anymore

It may have to do with how his style changed, his music interests leaning more towards the darker side, he started to grow his hair out, his attitude towards authority shifting. You just felt that your friendship would dissipate.

But Eddie would still say hi to you in the hallway, trying to get your attention.

After junior year, you two were virtually strangers. 

So when senior year came around and you and your new friends made big plans for an End of Year Bash, you reluctantly invited Eddie at lunch. 

“Well look what the cat dragged in… How are you sweetheart? Still listening to that Prince cassette I got you for your 13th birthday?” You roll your eyes, extending an invitation out to him. “Me and my friends are throwing an end of year party. I was gonna invite you.” “Was?” You narrow your eyes at him, scanning him for any sign of a smirk. He was fucking with you and while you knew it, you wanted to see him break. “I think I’m gonna give your invite to Jeff or Gareth, because you’re annoying me.” “Oh come on, where’s the silly snarky girl I once knew? I miss her.” “She got tits and grew up. Are you gonna come or what?”

He gladly accepts the invitation, telling you that you better save him a dance.

You don’t even really think about Eddie again until you spot him in the middle of your friend’s living room, sticking out like a sore thumb. You swirl your jungle juice in your cup and down the rest before approaching him. 

You were a bit tipsy, but not drunk. You lick your lips as you walk through the crowd, tapping Eddie on his shoulder. 

“Thanks for coming.” You say, before he locks eyes with you. God, he did something different today, he looks… good.  “I don’t know what to do with myself.” He yells over the bumping music.  “Follow me, I’ll get you a drink.”

You get him a drink and have him come outside to smoke with you. You had picked up a bad habit, and luckily he had the same one. When you light up the cigarette, he matches your motions. 

The moonlight adds a cast over his features that sends you spiraling into the thoughts of possibly finding him attractive. When you were kids, you always thought he was just baby cute. But now… he looks like a man. 

His ripped jeans, his layed leather jacket and jean vest. He may have the rocker look, but his features are still soft. Especially his lips. 

“You good?” He asks you, noticing your piercing gaze.  You sit back in the lawn chair, pulling your cigarette out of your mouth. “Oh, sorry. Yeah, I’m good. Just a bit tipsy.” “You are still not good at lying. Never were.” You throw your head back, giggling, “Shut up, Munson. You don’t know me.” He throws his hands up in mock surrender, “You still talk with that high pitched voice, especially when you lie. Your eyebrows also do this thing-” “My eyebrows do not do a thing.” You say as your eyebrows do a thing. “They are doing it now.”

You roll your eyes, giggling to yourself. You how he’s right, but you can’t admit it to him, especially when he’s looking at you with such intention. 

“You look good, dollface. Popularity didn’t change you too much.” You smirk up at him, not taking much offense to the statement. “Being a huge nerd changed you, though.” He chuckles, taking a drag of his cigarette. “Is it the long hair or?” You point to his free hand,“The tattoos. And all those rings.” “What you don’t like?” He flicks some hair off his forehead, which for some reason makes you stare more. You smirk, shaking your head and finally coming back to reality, “You’re a dork.” “You used to be, too.”

You chew on your cheek, flicking some ash. You shift your ass on the chair to face him fully. He’s looking at you with a questionable expression, like he’s trying to read your mind. 

You hear someone starting to open the back door and you see a couple of your girlfriends drunkenly stumbling out. You call after them, making sure they are good. The one, Marissa, notes you and Eddie sitting together. 

“Ooo, you got the hots for the Freak?”

You want to die in that moment. You had told them all plenty of times of your childhood with Eddie and how much he had changed since you knew him. You never said it as a particularly bad thing, but your friends thought he was too strange for comfort.

You glance over at Eddie, wondering if you should respond or just act like you did not hear them. But he’s watching you carefully, indicating that he needed you to answer her. 

You clear your throat, “Eddie is just a friend, remember?” “I saw you through the door. You were staring at him like you wanted to suck his di-” You do not dare let her finish, screaming, “Marissa!”

She giggles as she walks towards the firepit with the other girls, leaving you and Eddie alone again. You want to just flip your chair off the edge of the deck, but you resist the urge.

Eddie stares into the side of your face, practically burning a hole into your cheek.

“You were staring at me like you wanted-” “I’ll kill you with my bare hands if you finish that sentence.”

Somehow, you end up spending the entire night talking with Eddie outside. You catch up about life, what new music you are into, and how you are excited to be working at a clothing store in downtown Hawkins. 

The night ends with you walking Eddie to his van and wishing him a goodnight.

Eddie opens up his door, the edge resting on the hinge of his arm,“So I’ll see you around, I guess.” “Yeah, we should… hangout sometime.” “Yeah, we should. Are you busy this weekend?” You think for a beat, “I work til 8 tomorrow and Sunday. Maybe we could-” He doesn’t let you finish, shaking his curls and grinning, “I’ll come see ya tomorrow. Maybe we can grab a late night dinner at Hank’s. That’s nearby right?” “Right next door.” “Perfect, I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

He gets to your work the next day at 7:30. It was odd seeing the guy who scares half of the females in your school in the middle of a women’s clothing store, but you knew he was harmless. You give him a smile, nodding your approval that he actually came through. 

“Well, well, well… Welcome to Patricia’s Boutique, can I help you find something, sir?” “Yeah, I’m looking for this hot chick who works here.” “No hot chicks here. Just me.” “I guess you’ll do, then,” He teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You could not help but blush at his stupidity. You advise him that you have to do some last minute cleaning and you’ll lock up so you can fill your stomach with a milkshake and burger next door. 

He’s patient, leaning against some displays and chatting to you about how the work day was. You get a good look at him when he’s inspecting some earrings you have on display. 

His lips. God, his lips.

Before he catches you staring, you act as you are mopping the same place you already did for the millionth time.

Once you clean up, you turn off the lights and lock the doors. You walk with Eddie right next door, occupying a booth right next to the vast windows of the diner. The older waitress jots down your orders and you both settle into easy conversation as the cook whips up your burger and Eddie’s cheesesteak. 

“So I heard you were dating Kenny Lopez at the beginning of the school year. From the way he was just… not at your side at that party, I’m assuming you two aren’t a thing anymore?” You wiggle your nose, rolling your eyes at the thought of your ex. “He was too immature. He was also a bit too religious for my liking. Said that if we had sex or anything I would have to repent. Which is insane because I found out later that he was cheating on with other girls and having sex with them.” “Woah, woah, woah-” You cut him off, giggling a bit as you sip your soda,“Yeah, I know.” He abruptly speaks up, “Did you?” “Did I what?” “Have sex?”

You cock your head to the side, letting out a quiet scoff. 

“No. We didn’t.” He lets out a random sigh of relief, “Good. I heard he gave Janet Huggins chlamydia.” “Jesus, Eds.” He throws his hands up in surrender, a cute smile plastered across his face,“What?! Just cause I’m a loser doesn’t mean I don’t hear the rumors about people.” You quirk your brow, playing with your straw. You were morbidly curious about your own status on the food chain, “Any about me?” “Some.” “Like what?” He stops, licking his lips painstakingly slow. He has to know what he’s doing to you, “You really want to know?” “Yes.”

Your food comes as soon as you approve to hear the dish on yourself. You grab a fry from your plate, obnoxiously smacking. 

“Well?” He matches your annoying chewing, “Some are just… statements about you-” “Like?” “You have great tits.” “Eddie!” “Hey- we all have eyes here.” “Okay, ew,” You chew another fry, “What else, though?” “Last year I heard you smoked pot with Kendra Traverse under the bleachers.” You shake your head immediately, “Never happened.” “Damn, I was hoping that one was true.” “What else?” He takes a bite of his meal, trying not to enjoy the sight of you eagerly asking about what people say about you. “I heard your a great kisser. Amongst… other things.” “This is all locker room talk. I want something juicy.” “You’re really setting yourself up for a joke there-” “Shut up.”

He giggles. Like really giggles. It’s a sound you vividly remember listening to growing up. You can sometimes still hear it in your dreams. 

“Other than what I’ve told you, I just heard whenever you were possibly dating someone.” “Ah,” You half smirk, wiping your mouth with a nearby napkin, “Well… those things never last that long.” “Why’s that?” “Because no guys around here are really worth a damn. I wasted a whole school year on a stupid guy when I could’ve just been having fun.” “No guys, huh?” You roll your eyes at his question, “Don’t say ‘well I’m worth a damn’. We already know that.” “So I am the exception?” “For now. Until you piss me off, somehow.” “So I have…” He looks at his watch jokingly, “T-minus 10 minutes to be an exception.”

God, he was so quick it gave you goosebumps. 

You two sit in that booth for two hours, laughing and carrying on. Eventually you tell him you have to go home before your parents assume you got kidnapped. He laughs and jokes that they will be reassured to know you were with your childhood best friend and not some stranger.

"You should come by and see them. They would love to hear how you’re doing.” He scoffs, shaking his head, “Your parents only put up with me because I was always around.” “My mom found you cute,” You reply, walking side by side with him to your car, “She used to tell me I should date you.” He grows silent for a moment and clears his throat, “Wise woman.”

You turn to him, folding your arms over your chest. There was a twinkle in his eye that you had seen a couple times in the last two days. Something hopeful. 

“Is that not what you’re doing right now? Taking me on a date?” You say, your heart practically beating out of your chest. 

He cocks his head at you curiously before connecting the dots. Your smile practically takes up your entire face, watching the cogs turn in his brain. You stop in front of your car, waiting for a response.

"So…” He looks over at your car, raising his eyebrows, “Is this the point in the date where I get to kiss you?” You feel dizzy just thinking about it. “Is that how you end your dates?”

He shakes his head, taking two steps towards you. His arms wrap around your waist, making you drop your arms over his biceps. 

“What dates? The only girl I’ve ever had eyes for was you.” You swallow, looking up at those big brown doe eyes, “Well, how would you like to end this date, with me?”

And he kisses you. He does it without a single ounce of hesitation. He’s soft but still eager, his perfectly plump lips slotting between yours. Your arms wrap around his neck and for once, in all the years you’ve tried forgetting about Eddie, you realize he’s all you’ll ever want and need.

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[her-power]

Eddie Munson/Joseph Quinn Masterlist 18+ minors do not interact ‼️🚨❤️‍🔥

The End of All Things (Sweet Baby Angel Eddie) Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four The Finale

Last Chance to Dance (Rockstar Eddie) Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six - The Final Chapter

Fixation on the Darkness (Dark Romance Eddie) Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five The Finale

The Arms of Sorrow (Sequel to FOTD) (Dark Romance Eddie) Part One

Part Two

So Called Chaos (Single Dad Eddie) Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Eddie Munson One Shots Steddie x fem! reader (18+) (explicit ❤️‍🔥)

Joseph Quinn One Shots Just For Tonight (18+) (romance/sensual 💘) Beg (18+) (spicy/playful/romantic 💗)

[her-power]

Updated list!

[her-power]

The Arms of Sorrow (Part Two: Dark Romance! e.m. x fem! reader)

‼️❌🛑18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🛑❌‼️

SEQUEL TO FIXATION ON THE DARKNESS

DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE FIRST STORY. THERE IS SPOILERS AHEAD ❤️

Trigger/Content Warning for entire series: Dark! Eddie. Language. Strong Sexual Content. Suicidal Ideation. Violence. Fluff.

Summary: Full Summary on Part One

The entire night was a blur, I don't think I fell asleep until a long time after the sun rose. I kept staring at now wilted rose. My dead heart would flutter thinking of you, and how there was a possibly that maybe I wasn't dreaming. Sleep consumed me, I'm pretty sure if someone were to walk into this house, I would look more dead than I already am.

Someone’s knocking on the front door.

I open one eye and see that sun has barely risen. I ignore the knocking, closing my eyes, burying my face in the pillow.

Knock. Knock.

Knockknockknockknock

I still ignore it. There’s only one person I know that would be persistent enough and also piss me off at the same time. The knocking goes away and I embrace the silence.

Then I hear a sound of fucking pebbles being thrown at the window. I toss the covers off me and flash to the window, I open it, my fangs fully extracted.

“What?” I hiss.

Dustin grins at me, his baby face almost gone, and he gives me a little wave. “Good morning sunshine, did I wake you?”

I growl. “What do you want?”

“There’s some business to discuss my good sir.”

I roll my eyes, wanting to laugh but I bite my tongue my fangs disappearing. “Go away.”

“Can’t. It has to do with the upside down.”

I stiffen, my knuckles going white as I grip the window frame. Flashes of memory attack my mind like a lighting bolt. Flashes of me, fighting with my friends, becoming who I am. Flashes of you…and the blade.

“I’ll be right down.”

I shut the window and get myself dressed in clean clothes. My black jeans and torn up Motley Crue shirt will do. I go let him in and he gives me another cheesy grin, tapping my face. A growl rumbles in my throat and he giggles.

He’s lucky I still feel that brotherly love for him or else I’d eat him.

He sits at the kitchen table, placing his giant backpack on the table. He looks up at me, his expression more serious.

“Have you eaten?”

“Not really.”

He unzips his backpack and pulls out four IV bags filled with blood. Labeled different types. I could feel my teeth ache, the slight burn in my chest as I stare at the dark red liquid. “Where did you get these?”

“Blood bank. The school was doing donations…I had help.”

“You took those from people who needed it.”

“I saw the majority of them going in the trash, Hawkins homophobia supply.” He meets my eyes, disappointment crosses his face and he sighs tiredly.

My skin crawls. This town will never change, maybe it deserves its doom. I place my hand over one of the bags labeled A+, a black X was written in permanent marker over the label. I take it from the table, I pierce the bag with my teeth, and let the medicine go down. I toss the other bags in the fridge.

“You’re gonna need your strength.”

I let out a loud sigh as I suck the bag dry, I toss it in the trash. “For what?”

“Battle of Black Gate.”

His Lord of the Rings reference causes me to spin around. “What do you mean?”

“It’s happening again. Almost the same way it happened in 86’.”

“How do you know?” I whisper.

He reaches into his backpack again and pulls out a Manila folder, opening it. The first page is a picture of a young girl, in the same position I remember seeing Chrissy Cunningham. Except she was nude, her body was bent at odd angles, and her lower half…I had to look away. “Hopper?” I ask him about the photographs.

“He still has the keys.” Dustin mutters. “She graduated Hawkins three years ago, her brother died of a drug overdose when she was in the next room. He clearly fed off that.”

“And what about the sexual assault? That’s new.” I turn back to look at Dustin.

“It’s ruled as self inflicted.”

A growl rumbles in my chest, he’s getting creative.

“So what does this have to do with me?” I ask him, trying my best to hold control, the blood was making my head spin, and it was taking everything in my power to not finish him off as a supply. I would never hurt him, but that part that was hungry didn’t care who it was.

“We need you to fight with us.”

“Who’s us? Steve is dead. Everyone else thinks I’m dead, we still don’t know if destroying Vecna will kill me again. And if that’s the case I’d rather die in peace.” He winces as I say this and I sigh, sitting across from him. “Listen man, we all know how this ends. I’m not the same kid you knew and if this ends in bloodshed and we win, I won’t be around anymore. And I prefer if you stayed away from the danger.”

“I’m not a kid anymore.” He mutters.

“I know.” He wasn’t, I know that but I was tired of him risking his life for me. “You have a family, friends, everyone I love has either taken off, in jail or dead. Wayne took off to New Mexico and honestly, it’s safer for him than here.”

“You won’t even try?”

I stare at him, and he understands my answer. He nods, gathering up his things. I walk him to the door, and clap his back. “Don’t be so pouty.”

“I won’t be once we save the world.”

I sigh again, the sun reflecting off the snow blinds me for a moment until I see something red on the ground near the stairs. I squint, Dustin sees my expression and follows my gaze. I walk slowly down the steps and bend down, grasping the stem in my fingers. It was another red rose. I put my nose to it and close my eyes, inhaling.

Rose.

Fresh linen.

Salt.

My eyes open with a snap, I know I’m not imagining things anymore. “Dustin, go home.”

“Is that a rose?”

“Go. Home.” I glare up at him. “I need to figure some things out.”

I take the rose with me and leave Dustin standing there as I slam the door. I rush to put my shoes on, grab my leather jacket, a shovel and I’m out the back door in a flash. I run through the woods, mindful of any early morning trail walkers but I knew once I got to that spot no one would see me. The cold bites my skin, I could smell wildlife in their dens, sleeping away the winter.

If only that was possible for me.

I find the marker of your resting place, the snow disturbed with animal tracks. I brush away as much snow as I can and stick the shovel into the ground. I had to use most of my strength because the ground was almost frozen but once I got a good handle on it, it was easy to shovel away the dirt.

After what felt like hours, I force myself to stop.

Your body wasn't in the ground.

I look for any sign of you, any sign of if maybe you were wildlife's dinner or you had disappeared into the soil. But there was nothing, no bone, no clothing...empty. I glance around the woods; if you were alive...why hadn't you come to me? Then I remembered something...

You had.

Last night. Right here in these woods. It was you...but not you.

You were me, before I became who I am now, who I was before him, before Vecna.

"No." I whisper. "That's not possible."

You had died, I watched you take your last breath, you lost too much blood, you didn't want me to heal you...you didn't...

My blood.

All those times I fed off you and then I gave you my blood. So much of it. I didn't think it would cause a transformation like this...we weren't vampires. But maybe, maybe my blood still lingered in your veins, it was able to regenerate. You were able to regenerate, but you weren't left in the Upside Down. Vecna couldn't make a deal with you like he did with me. If you were walking this Earth again as...what we are, that means you are more dangerous than me. You may be doing things on your own free will. I still don't understand what I am, or why I'm alive with no heartbeat and why I crave blood sometimes but not to where it consumes me.

I stand upright when I hear a twig snap behind me. I turn towards the sound, my claws extend and my teeth grow sharper.

I could smell you and someone else's blood.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are." I taunt. My feelings for you are completely shelved away. I need them to be; in order to face you, in order to look you in the eyes to make sure that what I was theorizing was actually the truth.

Snap.

I hear a high pitched chuckle.

"Coooome fiiiind me, baby."

My chest clenches at the sound of your voice, your real voice. I stand my ground, using my senses to lead me in the right direction. I close my eyes and breathe in, I turn to my left, hearing another twig snap.

Cold hands are on my neck as I’m pulled backwards and land hard on my back, I grunt, the sun blinding as I look up only to see the bottoms of your boots. I grab you by your ankles, pulling you back down towards me but you're fast, faster than me. You do a somersault, locking my leg around yours, launching me into a nearby brush. I hear your giggle again as I burst out of the brush, rage and anger coming out of me. The rumbles that came out of my throat could be mistaken for a mountain lion if a hunter were nearby.

I'm finally able to get a good look at you, and I freeze.

You're squatting near your gravesite, looking directly at me, smiling. Your eyes were a crimson, making me getting lost in them for a moment. My eyes dart all over your skin, imagining my lips at your throat, tasting you, tearing you apart. I wanted to take your beautiful hair in my fists, pulling so tightly until you finally submitted to me, and I would finally rip off the clothes that hugged all of your curves, starting with those leather pants. I'd fuck you on your gravesite, smothering dirt and snow all over us, bringing the forest down with us, begging you to scream my name...beautiful.

No.

I have to look away, but I can't. I slowly walk closer and you are still there, unmoving like a statue, watching me, smiling at me. It's almost terrifying. I see all the parts of you that I fell in love with so many years ago, but I also see the darkness that consumes you.

I whisper your name.

Your head tilts to the side, your smile growing larger. "Hi baby."

I let out a small gasp, tears form in my eyes. You stand now, you held yourself like you were royalty and you walk towards me. I don't move, afraid if I do then this will all be a dream and you're not really here. I could feel your warmth as you stop inches away from me, looking up at me with that smile. My hands go to your face, your skin smooth under my touch, warm. I glide my hands over your hair, feelings the strands between my fingertips, studying them, wondering how something so beautiful could still be existing on Earth with me. You let out a soft moan, my stomach clenches wonderfully and you reach up to touch my face. I let you feel my face, my hair, and when I can't stop the impulse to lean down and brush my lips against yours, you snap my neck.

My eyes burst open, it's dark out, the full moon is the only source of light. I'm laying on my back covered in new snow. My entire body feels like it was put into a meat grinder. I carefully sit up and I crane my neck, groaning as every single bone in my neck goes back into place.

Well, I learned something today. I didn’t die. Again. I get to my feet, groaning and popping my spine. I feel a sudden rage in the pits of my stomach when I remember something you did before I went lights out. The sound of your laughter filled my ears as I hit the ground: maniacal, psychotic, and also a pleasing sound. The unbearable urge that wants you dead creeps up my throat and I let out a growl. This wasn’t you anymore. This was something else, something different. Nothing like me, so what were you?

I rush back to your house, needing to sink my teeth into a bag of blood that Dustin gave me. It would at least jump start the healing in some of my bones. When I burst through the back door, you’re standing there.

“Like what you’ve done to the place.” You grin, running your fingers along the spotless counter top, not meeting my eyes. Your eyes scan the living room, the only thing that was different was a scattered board of dungeons and dragons left by Dustin, some books, magazines. But everything else was clean, I couldn’t let the house go to waste like you’re about to.

I hiss, my teeth bared.

You laugh. “Relax, did you have a nice nap?” Your eyes dart to me now, your grin large. I hiss again, louder this time. “I knew it wouldn’t kill you, tried it on myself once, threw myself off a three story building just to see how invincible I really am.”

My hand clench into fists as you stalk around the kitchen, not taking your eyes off of me like I was your prey. “Get. Out. Of. Here.”

You laugh, a beautiful sound that makes every single nerve in body react. “This is my house.” You take a step towards me and I let out a loud growl.

“I will kill you.” I barely whisper.

“Will you?” You smile, tilting your head at me. “I believe I’m already dead, like dead, dead. Not half way like you are.”

What?

“What are you talking about?”

You giggle. “Your heart still beats…it’s just soft…pitter……..patter…………pitter…..oh, there it is, patter.” You move closer to me, bridging the gap and suddenly I don’t want to move. Your palm goes to my chest and I freeze.

“Mmm…that’s what I desperately craved to feel when I was alive. The feel and sound of your heartbeat so I could say everything was just a dream.” Your nose brushes across my chin as you move your face up to look at me. “That animal you became. Where is he? Where did he go?” Your lips graze mine. “He fucked me so good.” You say it so quietly, and I yell, grabbing you by shoulders and pushing you away from me. The psycho laughs out of you and within a blink you’re pushing my face against the wall that divides the kitchen and the living room, your fist in a grip in my hair, you push your body against mine, I can feel your pelvis digging into my ass cheek as your other hand starts to caress down my skin.

“Oh but isn’t this what you wanted earlier? To remember what my insides felt like? To make me scream your name until I can’t take it anymore and my pussy is just begging for more.” Your lips are near my ear, I try to move out of your grasp but you’re strong. Very strong.

“Fuck you.” I growl.

Your hand slinks down my back, under my shirt and around my abdomen, lingering at the button of my jeans, my stomach muscles clench when you pop open the button, and you glide your hand all the way down until your gripping my half way erection into your hand. I shudder out a groan, trying to suppress it.

“That’s what you have waiting for me? Come on baby, I know you can do better than that.” You grind yourself into my backside and stroke my cock at the same time, the movement, the position that I’m in, and the fact that it’s you, makes me get harder and more fucking pathetic feeling. My eyes flutter close, I try to push you off me again and this time you smash my head off the wall, making me dizzy. I feel your tongue glide up my neck, and I feel myself relax as a wave of pleasure vibrates through my body as you continue to stroke me. A loud moan escapes me and you laugh breathlessly. “That’s it baby.”

“What are you?” I groan out.

Your teeth graze my ear, I can feel the sharp points as you whisper: “A god.” A hiss escapes you as you sink your teeth into my neck and another moan escapes me. I can barely hold onto the wall anymore, but all I want is you. I muster up as much strength as I have and I grab you from behind, flipping you over my shoulder and slam you into the wall, pinning your hands above your head.

“Oh.” You gasp with a smile, my blood falling from your lips, your fangs still exposed. “There he is.” My fangs extract and I growl, burying my face into your neck as I sink my teeth into your flesh and you scream out in pleasure. Your blood tasted different, sweeter, warmer, I wanted to keep going, I wanted to drain your entire essence but there was something else I wanted to taste. I rip my teeth away from your neck and grip your arms, throwing you onto the kitchen table, causing it to groan as it slightly snaps, you laugh, your mouth finding mine as you suck your blood off my tongue, and I bite your lower lip. I rip off your pants, the fabric tearing easily with my fingertips. Our lips part with a smack and I force you roughly on your back, gripping your thighs and pushing them apart to reveal yourself to me. I bite your inner thigh, your hip, and you let out a sound I have never heard you make before. It was monstrous almost, like you were some kind of animal.

Fuck, I needed you.

Your pussy was dripping gloriously and I didn’t even hesitate before burying my face into you, sucking hard on your clit, savoring every moment of your sweet, sweet taste.

“Ooooooh. That’s it baby. You’ve been waiting for this haven’t you? Do I taste just like you remember? Ooooh, fuck…this is…this is…” You’re writhing beneath me, I grip your thighs harder, sucking the little bundle between my teeth and I pull back breathlessly. Your blood falls from my lips and I slam you onto your stomach, you laugh again, your breath coming out in tiny waves. I push my pants down, grip your thighs and slam myself into you. I groan loudly, feeling your insides mold beautifully with my cock and you cry out. With every thrust you’re calling out my name. I nip your skin with my teeth, licking the blood that trickles down your neck. I yank you up by your hair, your back is against me and I’m ripping your shirt off, your breasts falling into my hands and I continue my rhythm. I pinch your nipples, rubbing the blood that fell from your neck over the perfect bud. Your strength over powers me and you’re knocking me to the floor, pinning my arms above my head with one hand as you rock your hips against me, riding me. The look in your eyes was animalistic and I moan loudly, I pull your head down to my neck and you bite me, your tongue lapping up the blood, moving to my lips. Your kiss was tender this time, and your tongue molds with mine as I grip the back of your head, pushing myself into you and you continue to bounce.

“Oh fuck…” you cry out, fucking me faster and harder. “Oh fuck!”

I’m groaning loudly, leaning up on my elbows to catch your nipple in my mouth, feeling myself close to release.

But you stop.

I meet your eyes and you’re smiling that smile from earlier. “You think I’d let you get that part of me that easily? Ha, you’re a lot stupider than I thought, the game has just gotten started, baby.” You lean in towards my lips, grazing your nose along my jaw. “Have a nice nap.”

You snap my neck.

Again.

Son of a bitch.

A/N: heeeeeere’s part 2! I hope you enjoy! Thank you for your patience. I had loads of fun with this 😂

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The Arms of Sorrow (Part One: Dark Romance! e.m. x fem! reader)

‼️❌🛑18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🛑❌‼️

SEQUEL TO FIXATION ON THE DARKNESS

DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE FIRST STORY. THERE IS SPOILERS AHEAD ❤️

Trigger/Content Warning for entire series: Dark! Eddie. Language. Strong Sexual Content. Suicidal Ideation. Violence. Fluff.

Summary: This will all take place in Eddie's POV. The year is 1988, Eddie Munson is mourning the death of his love. The grief is consuming him to where nightmares are almost turning into a reality, and his dreams are convincing him that maybe you're not dead after all. Murders have started happening all over town again and unfortunately, it is becoming a repeat of the springtime in Hawkins 1986. The victims are all dying the same way, and Eddie may have to come out of hiding. But then he wonders, why the killings? If Steve is dead, if Vecna lost his right hand man and is hanging on death's door...who is responsible?

Tick tock, tick tock. The mouse ran up the clock…

I was so fucking cold. I don’t know if it was the lack of nutrients in my body. Or if the grief was literally killing me. I tried to die so many times after I buried you, but nothing worked. Dustin also had this annoying way of being at the right place at the right time. I haven’t fed on any blood in weeks, I barely ate real food. I just stayed sheltered in your home, enjoying the darkness. I could still smell you; the intoxicating scent that made me fall to my knees even when I wasn’t myself. A hint of rose, fresh linen, and salt. I wish that side of me could come out, because then I just wouldn’t care. I wouldn’t care about life or death, or even you that much. I could feel him still, but he was far away, locked away with all the other dead souls. The entire town was mourning Steve; the cops had a strange idea that he had something to do with the killings because they had stopped as soon as he died.

It had been almost a year; it was beginning to grow colder. The leaves had already fallen, withered away.

Crunch. Crunch.

I lay on your bed, staring out the window at the dark sky. My eyes could help me see what mere humans could not. An owl sat perched on a branch, meeting my eyes, such a beautiful creature. I wasn’t sure at first if he could see me, but when I sit up to move closer, he tilts his head at me. It hooted softly as I open the window, the cold air stings my cheeks, as I peer at it from the ledge. I could easily take him by his throat, sink my teeth into his flesh to suppress the hunger I was feeling, but all I could do was stare at him. If you were here right now, you would tell me to be still, you would tell me everything you knew about this creature.

My chest clenches as I think of you, and I have to move away from the window before the owl becomes my next meal. I slam the window shut and watch as the owl flies away into the darkness, right over the tops of the trees, not knowing that your corpse laid buried under him in those woods. I have reoccurring nightmares of the knife going through the flesh your stomach; each dream the knife grows, becoming bigger and bigger, slicing through you one, twice, until you’re just a pile of limbs and blood at my feet.

Did you know that the dead can still dream?

Sometimes my nightmares would come after a dream where I see you, where I touch you, feel you. Your cold lips are against mine, and you’re whispering you are mine in my ear repeatedly until I can feel my erection peeking underneath the covers. I’d repeat that sentence over and over in my head while I touched myself, and I would orgasm with tears in my eyes. It’s pathetic, I realize, and now I just don’t sleep. I pace in your bedroom, feeling like a caged animal. I haven’t left the house in a few weeks, and I know if I continue to stay locked up here, I will die here.

That doesn’t sound so bad though.

Death means I would see you again.

But if Heaven and Hell are real, I won’t see you in Hell.

I’m not sure if Heaven is real; I like to believe it is. When I died, I could feel my soul gently removing itself from my body. Even though I was begging Vecna to come back, I didn’t feel cold or scared. I was warm, like I was being wrapped in a hug.

And then I wasn’t.

Did you feel that? Did you feel warm and safe?

Tears sting my eyes, and I growl.

I don’t know why the fuck I’m still here, why Dustin wants me here. I’m not the Eddie he knew, not anymore. He said he thinks Eleven will find a way to destroy Vecna and that maybe I’d become myself again. I told him that there’s a good chance if whatever power I have is stripped away from me, I would be officially dead – no more me; no more body. He doesn’t believe that though. He thinks I’m still in there. I have to humor him. The poor kid had to witness me die and then witness you die, and Steve.

I growl again, gliding down the stairs, taking my leather jacket off the hook and stepping in my boots. I step out the door, and I’m running.

The cold air burns my cheeks but I welcome it, I welcome it as I scale up a tree, the branches cutting my face. I welcome it as I swing to the next tree, leftover snow sprinkling in my hair. I drop down to the ground on my feet like a mountain lion, taking a few steps in the hard snow until I catch a glimpse of your final resting place. The snow covered most of the rocks I laid there throughout the last year, the roses I left were black, frozen, and wilted. I fall to my knees, brushing away the snow with my fingers.

Something catches my eye as I continue to brush the snow, something blood red. I reach my hand deeper until I grasp a stem, feeling resistance when I realize it’s attached to a root.

A single rose.

A beautiful, blooming, red rose.

I study it, careful not to pull it from the ground. How was this possible? I wonder. A rose like this doesn’t bloom in the winter.

A warmth travels down my spine and I shudder, my hair moves with a sudden gust of wind and I quickly turn on my heels, feeling a presence of something…someone. My eyes scan the dark shadows of the snowy woods, seeing nothing, hearing nothing. An aroma hits my nostrils that almost knocks me on my ass and I feel tears sting my eyes.

A hint of rose, fresh linen…salt.

My hands shake as I drop the rose and look around the woods, panicking now. But why was I panicking? You were dead beneath my feet, and I was just imagining the way you smelt. A shadow darts in front of me and I almost gasp, and a sudden sharp pain stings the curve of my neck. My hand immediately goes to my skin, and when I pull back, blood coats my fingers.

“What the fu…”

Something knocks into me, causing me to fall head first into the snow. I try to get back on my feet but something lands on my back, and I feel cold hands grip my wrists, digging into my skin, pushing me deeper into the ground. I can’t move, I can’t turn my head to see what has me trapped.

Cold breath hits my ear, a warmth flows through my stomach down to between my legs. The aroma hits my nostrils again…

No…it can’t be.

“Mmmm. What a lovely position to have you in.”

That voice. Your voice. I try to turn my head but another cold hand pushes my head back into the snow and I grunt.

“Did you miss me?” A wild cackle vibrates out of you and I’m desperately trying to break free until I feel your tongue glide over the wound on my neck. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lungs. A soft growl rumbles out of you and your lips kiss my ear, I feel you grind yourself against my ass and the sensation sends electric shocks through my entire body.

What is happening?

I whisper your name, but as soon as I do, your hand finds my lips and presses them closed. “Not anymore.”

Your tone was different, menacing…like how I once was-

I gasp when I realize I’m back in your bedroom. I’m completely disoriented and breathless. Was that a dream? Did I imagine that? I sit up in bed, feeling my neck for any sign of marks, but there was none.

Maybe I was dreaming…

But…why did it feel so real?

Why did your touch feel so real? Your smell.

You’re dead. There’s no way.

You’re dead.

“You’re dead.” I whisper, and tears immediately fall down my cheeks. I groan angrily, gripping the bed sheets, my nails cutting deep holes into them. I cried until I couldn’t anymore, just thinking about you was too much, too painful.

I still couldn’t shake the feeling that it was real, that you were real. I move off the bed to glance out the window, the sun beginning to rise. That’s when my breath catches when I see it.

On the windowsill, is the red rose.

A/N: thank you all for being so patient and supportive these last few months! I hope you enjoy the first chapter of this sequel! Love you all!

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I’m back! (Sort of 😂)

Hi my beautiful followers! It’s been a crazy few months but I am okay. 🩷 Griefy feels and all that shit can take a toll on ya and I was having a really hard time, so I thank all of you for your patience and support. My writer’s block has been lifted so I’m tap- tap-tapping away on some updates for you!

The sequel to Fixation On The Darkness has a title.

Are you ready?

The Arms of Sorrow

I’m not taking credit for the title, it’s a Killswitch Engage song and it fits the theme 💕

Dad Eddie story will be updated soon!

It’s my baby boy’s second birthday on Sunday! I’ve been sobbing looking at his newborn pictures and hate how fast time goes but so grateful and love being a mama to him.

See you soon loves!

Stay spooky 💚

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@ all of my mutuals and followers: you’re really important and pretty. go drink some water ily

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So Called Chaos & life update!

trigger warnings: grief, postpartum depression/anxiety.

Hi my beautiful followers!

It's been a whirlwind of a few weeks. As many of you have known, my first Eddie series The End of All Things is based off what I experienced with the death of my mother when I was seventeen. Her seventeen year anniversary just passed on August 30th and I'm still reeling from it. This anniversary was insanely hard for me. I was seventeen when I lost her, and have been alive longer than I had her so it's all a big griefy cluster fuck in my brain. PLUS did you know you can still have postpartum depression & anxiety for YEARS after giving birth to a baby? Yeah, dealing with that right now too lmao. I have had INSANE writer's block so I definitely need to decompress and get my brain wired again for more writing so I have just been taking it easy, trying to read some new books I got and get those creative juices flowing again. I'm gonna be okay though. Every time I look at my beautiful son it helps me remember that that little boy is one of the reasons I'm still here and that I will make damn sure I will see every milestone in his life that my mother never got to see. Remember it's okay to not be okay, it's okay to go through grief even though it's been a billion years. It's okay to scream loud in your car just to get the stress out.

Anyway, thank you all for being so supportive. I'll be back soon. I got a lot of fun things in store for you especially in October. <3

love always,

A <3

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Eddie Munson/Joseph Quinn Masterlist 18+ minors do not interact ‼️🚨❤️‍🔥

The End of All Things (Sweet Baby Angel Eddie) Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four The Finale

Last Chance to Dance (Rockstar Eddie) Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six - The Final Chapter

Fixation on the Darkness (Dark Romance Eddie) Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five The Finale

So Called Chaos (Single Dad Eddie) Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Eddie Munson One Shots Steddie x fem! reader (18+) (explicit ❤️‍🔥)

Joseph Quinn One Shots Just For Tonight (18+) (romance/sensual 💘) Beg (18+) (spicy/playful/romantic 💗)

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Updated! Comment below if you want to be on a tag list!

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Ted talk from your tumblr mama here!

Oh hi friends!

I just wanna touch on a little subject before I get into my story updates! I have been seeing A LOT of backlash towards JQ these past few days in regards to the pictures of him and Doja Cat. I haven’t seen bullying on here thankfully but a girl that I follow that has a JQ fan page on IG had to freeze her account because she was getting DEATH THREATS from people over the pictures she posted and all this hate towards her, JQ & Doja. DEATH THREATS over a PICTURE. Are we joking?

Okay - here is my thing.

If the rumors about Doja are true - that’s a POS human and he should run, but leave him alone.

If they are NOT true - leave JQ alone. I literally made a joke and said “WOW HOW DARE MY HUSBAND THAT DOESN’T KNOW I EXIST CHEAT ON ME” …

I repeat…

He

Doesn’t

Know

I

Exist

He exists in my stories of smut and romance that is FAKE but this man doesn’t deserve petty backlash over someone he is dating, POS or not. He’s a grown man. This fandom is amazing but it can also be quite cruel - just be kind. I feel like no matter who he dates someone is gonna hate them and that’s just sad.

Just be happy and be kind and stop worrying about celebrities dating.

I love you all.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

So Called Chaos will have 3 more parts - okay love you bye!

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I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[secondlina]

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

[sinksanksockie2]

w-what if potato is actually lucky

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Desperation 🤣😭

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So Called Chaos (Part Four: Modern single dad! e.m x fem reader)

❤️‍🩹🚨‼️18+ Minors DO NOT interact ‼️🚨❤️‍🩹

Trigger warnings/content warnings: Talk of Grief, Child loss, Death. Panic/Anxiety Disorder. Swearing. Fluff. Super cute friendship scene with Eddie & Robin.

Summary: Full summary on Part One.

Word Count: 4k

Cold, it was so cold. You don’t know what happened; you remember laughing with Sam and then the next thing you see is the crack windshield and hearing the sirens. You don’t even know how they got Lily out, you remember her crying and then silence. 

“Sam…”

“I’m here baby.”

“I don’t wanna die.” 

“You won’t.”

“Everything hurts.” 

You turn your face to look at him, but when you do, his face is almost unrecognizable, his skin is blue, and the piece of metal in his stomach seemed to be three sizes too big. 

You scream.

Screaming yourself awake wasn’t uncommon for you, but it had been a while since you had a nightmare like that. Your hands shook as you sit up in bed, turning on the bedside light. You felt the sweat drip down your neck, and you take in three deep breaths. It was four o’clock in the morning. Only hours ago, you were the happiest you had been in a while, but that was now overshadowed but the crippling anxiety you felt in this moment. Pushing the covers off yourself, you go into the bathroom, opening the bathroom mirror to take your lorazepam to settle your nerves. You dry swallow it, gripping the porcelain sink in front of you as you try to settle your breathing. 

It was only a dream. 

Please, I can’t hear your voice right now.

I’m sorry.

You tried to think of making love to Eddie, you tried to think of the way his lips felt against yours, the way he made you laugh.

Nothing worked. 

You felt like screaming, you just wanted to feel peace. Not for those few hours like you did with Eddie, but you wanted the peace to be constant. Everything was so fucking chaotic inside your head; you were almost convincing yourself that the last 48 hours weren’t real. And that you were still locked up in the psychiatric unit, getting woken up every fifteen minutes, pretending to take your pills and your plan to end your life as soon as you walked out those doors. 

No.

You are here, in your childhood home. You have air in your lungs, your breathing is starting to slow down, your hands are less clenched. You are here, you are healing, and you are safe. 

Why do I have to be here and heal?

Why do I have to do it without you two?

Why couldn’t she have stayed a little bit longer?

“My beautiful baby girl.” You whisper, clenching your stomach, your throat burns, and you sob. You curl your legs up to your chest and lay down on the cool bathroom floor. It hurt, it hurt so bad. Your mind was playing tricks on you, you think you’re better off dead. 

No mama! Stop that!

Your eyes snap open and you gasp, sitting up quickly. “I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry. I don’t mean it.” 

Mama, you don’t need to be sad anymore. I’m with daddy.

“I know.” Your bottom lip trembles. “I know.” 

Go find kitty.

Lily’s lovey. Her all-time favorite stuffed animal that she took everywhere. You get up from your spot in the bathroom and go down into the basement. You sneeze immediately as you approach the back part of the basement, the smell of your parents’ old belongings bringing you back to a spot in your childhood, an overwhelming aroma of dryer sheets permanently stuck to the drywall. You find a box labeled Lilyand open it up, you find her old books, some of her old shoes. You find her coming home outfit and feel the tears immediately fill your eyes. You lift it up, it was a purple onesie, with tiny little mushrooms on it, it also came with a hat. You place it in your lap, and you almost scream in excitement when you find the cat. You pick it up, smiling at the raggedy looking thing. It was an orange and gray tabby looking cat, missing a plastic eye, its whiskers were bent in odd directions, and it’s left ear was practically chewed off from her teething. You take the small newborn outfit, shut the overhead light off and cuddle the cat as you go back upstairs. You go into your bedroom, jump into bed, and immediately fall back to sleep, hugging the cat close to your chest. 

Eddie was in a solemn mood, Robin could tell. He told her that he burnt the letter, he said he just did it on impulse, but he doesn’t regret it. 

“What are you gonna do when Hunter asks about her?” Robin asks gently and Eddie pauses as he’s cutting up Hunter’s strawberries. Hunter was content in his highchair, watching his favorite toddler show. 

“I’ll tell him the truth.” He says, placing the strawberries on the tray. 

“And what’s the truth?” 

Eddie looks at Robin, she had a way of Jedi mind tricking people to get you to think way too hard about things. “You know what the truth is.” 

“I know your truth.” She says, leaning against the counter. “But you need to tell him her truth.”

“I’m not gonna make her out to be a monster if that’s what you’re thinking.” He says, almost snappy. “I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.” 

Robin asks Eddie about you, what steps are you planning to take. “You already slept together, so what happens now?” 

“I don’t know.” Eddie grumbles. “I haven’t talked to her in a few days.” 

Robin sighs. “Is that why you’re grumpy?” 

He whips his head towards her. “I’m not grumpy.” 

“Says the grumpy man.” Robin raises her eyebrows and gently pats him on the shoulder. “Just be careful, this is so new for the both of you and…you’re not the same people. I don’t want you two to strictly form a relationship on trauma bonding.” 

“It’s not like that Robin.” Eddie sighs, turning towards the sink and rinsing off a few dishes. 

“You just reconnected a week ago, man. How do you know that?” 

“I just know…I’ve always known. There’s been this tether there between us since that night in the woods.” Eddie groans. “It sounds crazy, I know it does. But, there’s something there.” 

“I just don’t want to see you get hurt. Or her for that matter, but…” Robin takes a fist full of his hair in her hand and turns him to look at her, he mutters an ow and laughs. “You’re my best friend, dude. My brother. I can’t stomach the thought of you getting hurt again.” 

Eddie smiles sweetly at her, gently taking her hand out of his hair and squeezing gently. “I’m gonna be fine.” 

“Famous last words.” Robin smirks and Eddie rolls his eyes. “Just don’t let your guard down. That’s all I’m asking.” 

“Yes, mom.” 

Eddie had put Hunter down for his nap not too long after Robin left. He noticed Hunter was coming down with a little cold, his nose wouldn’t stop running and he was a lot more restless and he could hear his soft snores on the monitor. He had a low grade fever and when Eddie called his pediatrician’s office, the on call nurse said to monitor his temperature and to give Tylenol or Motrin to help with his fever. Eddie hated when Hunter would get sick, it always threw him into an immediate panic because he would convince himself he wasn’t breathing or if he gave him too much medicine. It was moments like this he really missed Olivia, and he hated admitting that to himself. She knew what to do, even if it was so hard for her to exist in that moment, she was always super mom. 

“Vapor baths to help with the congestion.” Her voice reaches his ears and he pauses on the page of the book he was reading. 

“Yup. Got it.” 

“I see you burnt my letter. Surprised it took you this long.” 

He doesn’t answer her, his eyes continue to scan over the same sentence in his book over and over again. His palms were getting sweaty. 

“Eddie, pretty soon I’m just gonna be a memory to you. Can you just look at me?” 

His eyes squeeze shut and he mutters a broken. “No.” 

“I’m not gonna be here much longer.” 

“Lucky me.” He mutters and he feels her presence disappear. He looks over his shoulder from the couch and slams his book shut, not bothering to mark his place. He hears the sound of Hunter coughing through the monitor and his soft whimpers. “Da…Da…Da…” 

“I’m coming, duder.” 

He makes his way up the stairs and into Hunter’s nursery. He was curled under his blanket, sniffling and coughing. Eddie places his lips on Hunter’s forehead and is shocked with how much hotter he felt. Hunter turns on his back and lifts his arms up to Eddie who picks him up gently. Even his back felt hot. Hunter rests his head on Eddie’s shoulder as he fishes the drawer one handed for the forehead thermometer. He places it on his forehead and it beeps twice, Eddie knows that’s not a great sign. The window was lit up red: 102.3. 

“Oh buddy.” He says gently, rocking him back and forth. “Let’s get some medicine into you and get you in for an appointment.” 

Hunter replies by sniffling and burying his face more into Eddie’s chest. Eddie had given Hunter some medicine to lower his fever and had called his pediatrician to get him an appointment. The outcome was the flu, on top of an ear infection. Eddie felt so bad for him, he was so uncomfortable and even with the vapor bath he still clung to Eddie like a lifeline. That night, they laid in the couch together. Hunter laid on Eddie’s chest with his pacifier as Bluey played on the screen. His fever had gone down, and Eddie had set up the pack and play in the living room so he could easily get to him if he needed him in the middle of the night. 

Hunter had fallen fast asleep on Eddie’s chest, Eddie let him lay there for awhile, gently rubbing his back, playing with his hair and just admiring his features. He loved this little boy so much. He would move mountains for him. 

Eddie’s phone buzzes on the kitchen table and he carefully places Hunter in the pack and play with his favorite blanket and stuffed animal and stretches out the muscles in his arm as he walks to the kitchen. 

You: Hey, sorry I’ve been MIA. Been in a weird griefy state but I’m okay now. How are you?

Eddie smiles at your message, his heart doing a back flip, excited to hear from you. Don’t apologize, I’m sorry. Been there, it’s not a fun feeling. I’ve been good, Hunter has the flu and an ear infection so I’ve been dealing with that. He’s okay, his fever went down. 

You: Oh no! Kids being sick is the worse. I hope he feels better soon. Do you need anything? 

Eddie: We’re okay! Got some medicine in him. Let’s get together when he feels better?

You: Absolutely. 

Hunter was almost 100 percent the next day, Eddie, however, felt like he got hit by a truck. He was curled on the couch, a blanket around his shoulders, his hoodie was over his head, and he had cold chills going all over his body. Robin had called him, and stated she was gonna come over when she heard the sound of his voice. Hunter was on the floor of the living room playing with his blocks when Robin walked in. 

“You look like death.” She laughs as Eddie turns to her, just having blown his nose. 

“You don’t want to come near me.” He grumbles. 

“If I get sick, it gives me an excuse to stay here and quarantine with you two.”

“This is awful, Robin.” 

“Go take a nap.” 

“I don’t need a nap; I need to lay down in the middle of traffic.” He chuckles at his own joke, but the chuckle turns into uncontrollable coughing and Robin rolls her eyes. 

“Dude. You have a giant bed upstairs.” 

His eyes flick to hers. “I can’t sleep in there.” 

Robin sighs. “Eddie…” 

“Robin, I really can’t. I’ll sleep here, or on Hunter’s floor.” His lip was almost trembling with how cold he was feeling. 

Robin sits on the floor and takes his hand. “Eddie, you need to start taking steps like this. You know that room looks completely different, you know that if you don’t get rest, you’re not gonna be able to function and we know how you are when you can’t function.” 

“It’s not the room itself…I just…I feel like I see her there. Lying there.” He inhales a shaky breath, his eyes well with tears. He was feeling so sick, and his emotions were all over the place, he felt like he was failing at being a dad because he was sick. “I don’t want to see her.” 

“She’s not there, Eddie.” Robin tells him gently. “Not anymore. That’s your space now. I’m not trying to force you to go in there, but you need your rest. This is already kicking your ass, and I know not being able to do the dad thing to your full potential is killing you.” 

“It’s killing me.” He whispers, tears fall down his cheek and Robin pats his face. 

“As soon as your head hits those pillows, you’re gonna pass out. Please. You’re gonna be okay, I know you are.” 

“You believe in me too much.” He mumbles, taking the tissue out of his pocket and blowing his nose. 

“Look at me.” She tells him and he looks at her, his lip quivering. “You can do this, okay?” 

After a few more minutes of pushing, Eddie made his way at the top of the stairs. He hovers by the bedroom door, tightening the blanket around his shoulders, reaching towards the knob. His hand shakes as he turns it and pushes open the door. He keeps his eyes closed and holds his breath. He flicks the light on, a soft amber light illuminates the room and his eyes open. 

It did look different. 

He gazes at the floor; he doesn’t see her; he still wasn’t sure after all this time if he was seeing her. He looks at the bed, a California king, bigger than the one they had together. The comforter was a dark gray color, the pillows were a navy, there was also a body pillow tucked behind the two pillows. He groans, feeling his fever coming back, places a water bottle on the nightstand and pops two cold and flu medicine capsules in his mouth. He pulls back the covers, lays down and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was asleep.

Last summer…

He was walking for miles it seemed; the darkness didn’t help, also the warm night was making his skin feel clammy. He couldn’t see straight; he had gone to a bar and had one too many whiskeys. He felt like the biggest piece of shit in the world; he knew Hunter was safe and was being looked after by Robin – but he still felt guilty. He didn’t want to get this drunk. It was a normal day for him, and suddenly he was struck with the overwhelming feeling of grief. There was nothing happening, no anniversary or song that came up – he immediately felt as if her death had just happened. His sneakers scuff against the pavement and the iron gates approaches his vision. He was at the cemetery. 

He used his flashlight on his phone to light his path, the light made everything look foggy, like it was just him and his ghosts. He hadn’t been here in months – but he knew where she was. 

He stops walking, his light illuminating parts of her name on the marble headstone. His hand begins to shake, and he feels a lump form in his throat. “So, we meet again.” He chuckles a little, the silence was deafening. He bites his bottom lip, staring at her name. “I don’t even know why I’m here, you’re not even in there; it’s just your body. Your soul is somewhere else.” He looks up at the sky, the moon was barely visible, it made the stars bright, beautiful. He looks back down at her name. “I loved you; you know.” 

A tear falls down his cheek and he quickly wipes it away, his hands clenching into fists. “I don’t know if it was a romantic love, or I just loved you because it was us, and our son and we were making it work.”

A pain hits his chest. “We were making it work!” He yells, inhaling a sharp breath, not bothering to wipe his tears that started up again. “We were making it work, being a family and you took that away! You took it away!” He sobs, falling to his knees, the phone drops out of his hand, darkening his entire view. “You robbed him of a mother, and you know exactly what that did to me. You knew exactly how desperately I wanted that bond with a mother and how happy I was that my son would have that…you knew, and you did it anyway. Why? WHY, OLIVIA?!” He rips the grass blades with his fingers, his body shaking as he wailed with sobs. “We were your only family…and we loved you…we loved you…”

He doesn’t remember much after but waking up the next morning, lying next to her grave.

He hasn’t been back since. 

Eddie wakes up coughing, his body felt cold, and he realizes he hasn’t felt this sick in a while. Robin had come up the stairs with some soup, and another round of flu medicine. He kept falling asleep, his dreams all over the place. He dreamt of his mother, not seeing her face but her silhouette. It was like she was being incased a beautiful ball of warm light. He dreamt of you, and he how desperately he wanted to hold you again, to touch you. 

His chest clenches, and he wakes up gasping. His palms felt sweaty, his heart began to race, and he clenches the bed sheets below him. He felt like he was going to get sick. He hasn’t had a panic attack in months, and he knows that this vulnerable state he was in was causing it to happen, and everything that has happened since he ran into you. His gasping must’ve alerted Robin, because she’s barreling through the door, staring as Eddie is hunched over, holding his stomach. She climbs into the bed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling his head into her chest. “I’m here.” She tells him. “Breathe with me.”

He closes his eyes, and inhales a shaky breath, his hand grips the bottom of her t-shirt. “Where’s…Hunter?”

“Sleeping, it’s almost midnight.” She cups the back of his head, and he glances out the window, seeing darkness and little moonlight. “Slow your breathing down.”

“I’m okay.” He whispers.

“You’re okay.” She says gently, tightening her old on him, entwining their legs together. The pressure from her holding him, the feel of her touch, how safe he felt in that moment, he begins to calm down. He releases his grip on her shirt but keeps his hand there, afraid of fully letting go.

“It’s been a while since you had one of these.” Robin whispers and Eddie nods. “Can I get you anything?” The back of her hand feels his forehead, a motherly gesture that he had grown to love about her. “I think your fever is breaking.”

“I think…I need to stretch my legs.” He says quietly, but he didn’t want to move. He keeps his head on her chest, the sound of her heartbeat was oddly comforting. 

“Take your time.” 

His breathing slows and he carefully sits up away from her. She looks at him with concern and he gives her a silly smile, gently knocking her chin with his knuckles. “I’m okay, Rob.”

“I’ll make you some hot tea, you should probably have another round of medicine.” She tells him, getting off the bed and hovers by the doorway. She looked sleepy, and he couldn’t help the feeling of guilt that overwhelmed him as he looks at her, but he knew she would dismiss it, tell him he was stupid and walk away.

Instead, he says. “Okay, mom.” He chuckles, unzipping his sweatshirt and running his hands over his greasy hair. He had waited for her to go downstairs and carefully gets out of the bed. His body was still sore, but the sleep helped, and he was feeling a lot better. He goes into his hallway closet to get some clean clothes and carefully walks into Hunter’s room. He peeks over the railing and smiles; Hunter was splayed out, his binkie hanging out of his mouth, his favorite blanket was curled at his feet. Eddie gently caresses his head, leaning down to kiss his forehead gently. “I missed you today, little dude.” Hunter stirs a little, and Eddie takes it as a cue to quietly leave the room. 

After showering, he felt more alive and quietly goes down the stairs. Robin was sitting at the kitchen table, a mug in her hand, her long legs were bent under her chin as she swallows back a yawn. Eddie nudges her shoulder. 

“Go home.” He tells her, sitting down across from her. 

She shakes her head. “I will tomorrow, I need to make sure you’re 100%.” Another yawn escapes her.

He sips the tea, the warm liquid soothing his throat. “Robin, you’ve been here almost every day. Vicky must be furious at me.”

Robin smiles. “No, she enjoys her alone time. Plus, she said it gives her time to set up a surprise for me, she knows how nosy I am.” She leans her head back against the chair, closing her eyes.

Eddie smiles at her, and stares at her face. “Thank you…for being here.”

She lifts her head to look at him, her eyes tired, but kind. “Definitely worth the risk of getting sick for getting to hang out with that little boy.”

“No, I mean…for almost two years…since Olivia—” He clears his throat. “You’ve been constant, even when I wasn’t easy to be around.” She looks at his face, hers softening at his kind words. He slides his chair over to her, taking her hand. “You befriended me right off the bat in art class freshman year, and I thought you were so weird, but I realize that you thought I was weird and that’s how we mesh. I had such a crush on you, but I realize now that I think it was because I knew you were totally gay and would never give me a chance.” She laughs and he grins. “I never believed in soulmates, but I think you’re mine. Not in a romantic way obviously, but I don’t think soulmates are based off romance. I think soulmates are two people who just work, can deal with seeing the ugly without running away. You have seen so much of my ugly these last few years, I was certain you’d run away. But I’m glad you stayed. Hunter loves you, and I couldn’t have picked a better person to help me navigate this thing called fatherhood. You’re my person, Robin. And I hope you know how much I appreciate you, and how much I love you.”

“Eddie, COME ON dude.” Robin says, tears springing to her eyes as she gently slaps his face. “You can’t say shit like that to me when I’m on two hours of sleep and I have caffeine coursing through my blood stream.” 

Eddie laughs, pulling her into a tight hug. She hugs him back tightly, and he kisses the top of her head. She lets out a sigh. “You’re my person too.” 

“Always.” 

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