This is my blog's masterlist, updated every time I post a fic. I'll probably write for other characters I meet along the way but for now, these are the characters/fandom I write for. My fixations on characters all come and go. It’s a never ending cycle which I hope you won’t hold against me, I’m only human. This page hold a collection of characters I love(d) most that I’m assuming you do too.
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last update: 25/11/2022
Something About Them (T.H!Peter) | 1.3k
Y/N is alone during New Year's Eve. Peter climbs into the wrong window. Ned wants pizza.
Under the Same Sun (TASM!Peter) | 2.3k
Peter had his fair chance at love, all ending in death. He swore never to love again until he meets Y/N from another universe.
Hypothetically (TASM!Peter) | ~400
Peter teases Y/N who's extremely (and ironically) afraid of spiders.
The Night is Young (TASM!Peter) | ~900
Y/N gets ditched at prom and Peter is on to the rescue.
It's On (TASM!Peter x GN!Reader) | blurb
You and Peter target each other on a competitive game of laser tag.
Cheeky Girl | ~500
Y/N and George planned to meet at the library to study but they have other ideas.
Not What It Looks Like | 1.4k
Y/N and George gets caught in a compromising position inside an old broom closet.
One Step, Two Steps | 1.8k
Y/N and George has a complicated and undefined relationship until Y/N has had enough and decides that she’s not fit to keep playing their dangerous game.
Potioned | 1.7k
George tries to strike Y/N with a love potion but she doesn’t seem to be affected.
Princess and the Frog (1) & (2) | 1.2k
Y/N and George tests out a mystery product from Fred which turned them into frogs.
Rhythm of Our Own | ~300
Y/N forces George to dance.
Can't Fight This Feeling - Steve x Y/N x Eddie | 1.9k
The group went on an overnight beach trip where Y/N and Steve found themselves in an argument. A sing-off leads to a choir performance and Y/N catches the eyes of the one and only Eddie Munson. (no spoilers!! s1-4)
Caught in the Act - Eddie x Henderson!Reader | 1.3k
Eddie cancels the campaign and Dustin, along with Mike and Lucas, wants to know what is so important to tear the strict Dungeon Master away from his beloved club.
A Gentle Kiss - Eddie x Y/N x Platonic!Steve
Y/N deals with the aftermath of the events in the Upside Down. (s4 spoilers)
Golden Slumbers - Eddie x GN!Reader | blurb
Eddie falls asleep on reader’s chest.
Home - Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader | 1.8k
You received a call from Eddie during the kids’ bath time, telling you he won’t make it home from tour. That afternoon, you discovered that he lied in the sweetest way.
It Can Wait - Eddie x Fem!Reader | 1.1k
You and Eddie spend a rainy morning together. Eddie is a silly goose who you can’t help but tolerate.
Now, Kiss! - Eddie x Fem!Reader | 2.4k
You definitely and most certainly do not want to kiss Eddie freaking Munson… do you?
Sweet Baby - Eddie x GN!Reader | 1.1k
Eddie’s gigs consist of four to five drunks, too smashed to even retain his sound. Then, there’s you. His sweet, sweet baby
Thunderclouds (1) (2)- Eddie x Lawyer!Fem!Reader | 7.7k {📮 DISCONTINUED}
High school relationships were never meant to last so when Eddie decided he wants to settle, you decide to leave. Ten summers pass and you reunite in the most unusual way; Eddie being a suspect in murder and you, his defense lawyer.
requests:
you and eddie talk about your future kids | blurb (sfw)
ava and hunter watching eddie perform | blurb (fluff)
others:
Neon Pages - Platonic!Steddie x non-interactive!fem!reader | blurb
Eddie has never been one for glossy neon magazines. So color Steve surprised when he sees him with one.
All of You - Steve Harrington x GN!Reader | 1.1k
Steve is taking too long in the bathroom, longer than usual. You grow worried over time and decide to check on him but you see something he’s been afraid of showing you.
Eddie comes to the rescue when you're upset at a party.
Contains: Eddie x Fem!Reader. Fluff, hurt/comfort. very slight AU, just in that there's a tiny bit of King!Steve lingering. Tommy H is a jerk but Eddie is a sweetheart. and seen in his underwear...twice. No description of reader's appearance, no use of y/n.
Word Count: ~2,400
Warnings: none!
hello i am trying to figure out how to write for Eddie again! not edited, apologies for any mistakes & the rushed ending. enjoy friends <3
Eddie, sitting on the kitchen counter in his boxers, bowl of cereal on his lap, rolls his eyes at Jeff and answers him around a mouthful of Cap’n Crunch.
“Dude, no way.”
“Aw, c’mon —”
“I said no.”
It’s been a busy day today. He had an early, miserable shift at work, dealing with the absolute shitstorm of a morning rush by himself because his coworker called off. Then he was flitting back and forth across town, running some errands that Wayne had requested he take care of, if he so happened to be out and about — which he had been, because he was also making the weekend rounds dealing to his usual clientele. And then he stopped by the Sinclairs’ residence for Erica’s weekly guitar lesson and God, he loves the kid, he really does, but sometimes the sass was just a little too biting, even for him.
So when he finally came home, he starting pulling off his clothes as soon as walked through the door — t-shirt strewn over the chair, jeans puddled on the carpet — and collapsed on the couch in his skivvies. He was out in seconds. Deep, guttural snores could be heard even when standing on the stoop outside.
He was less than pleased when Jeff and Gareth showed up, hammering their fists against the door. It took a few tries, but Eddie, cranky and disheveled, finally opened the door. And not only did they have the audacity to wake him from his nap, but they were here to convince him to attend a party.
At Steve Harrington’s, of all places.
Eddie takes another bite of cereal, eyeing his friends suspiciously. “Why is Harrington still throwing parties, anyway? He graduated.”
“Because he lives at home in that giant, empty house,” says Gareth, like it’s obvious. “What, you get your diploma, and all of a sudden you’re not allowed to have a good time anymore?”
A bit of sugary milk catches in the corner of Eddie’s mouth, and he licks it away. “Look, I’m tired. And it’s not really my idea of a fun night out.” He could picture it now: he would be scowling away in the corner the whole time, beer in hand, watching people who didn’t like him get obnoxiously drunk and dance to bad music.
Jeff crosses his arms over his chest, lips pursed. “Your girl’s gonna be there.”
Eddie sets his bowl down and hops off the counter. “I’ll get dressed.”
In the tasteful entryway of the Harrington house, Eddie bites the inside of his cheek nervously. Looking around, it’s more or less what he expected — a sea of faces belonging to people that mostly ignore him and his friends, although a few sneers from green-and-gold-clad partygoers are sent their way as they walk through the house. And all while some awful Bonnie Tyler song is blasting in the background.
And it’s awfully crowded. Eddie, Gareth, and Jeff squeeze their way through the throng of people in the living room, over to where Grant is seated on the couch next to Dustin, who grins and gives them a dopey wave as they approach.
“Heeey,” he cheers. “You guys came!” He lurches off of the couch and leans in for…a hug? A high five? No one can tell because the toe of his sneaker catches on the rug, and he stumbles forward into Eddie, who catches him by the shoulders to steady him.
Harrington, standing several feet away but watching his young friend keenly, makes a face. “Dustin, take it easy, man. Go slow.”
Oh, Harrington’s playing babysitter. Guess that explains it.
“Yesss, Mom,” Dustin snarks, reaching around to pat Eddie on the back, who returns the gesture while stifling a laugh.
“How many drinks have you had?” Jeff asks him.
“One,” he says proudly.
“And his next one’s gonna be a glass of water,” Steve chimes in, making his way over to the group. He smiles politely around at everyone, but only addresses Eddie, because truthfully, he doesn’t actually know any of the other boys' names.
“Munson.”
Eddie nods, and replies stiffly, “Harrington.”
He hooks a thumb over his shoulder. “There’s beer in the kitchen.”
“Cool, man. Thanks.”
There’s an awkward pause. Steve makes his exit before the silence can become too unbearable. Jeff flops down on the couch next to Dustin.
“Wow, Henderson,” Gareth teases, “I can’t believe our little freshman got us an invitation to King Steve’s house.”
Dustin shrugs nonchalantly, but his goofy smile remains. “I got friends in high places,” he says, slurring slightly on the last s.
The boys quickly strike up conversation, but Eddie can’t focus on it; everyone’s voices blend together into one monotonous buzz. He’s here for one person, and one person only.
His dark eyes scan the room impatiently, trying to figure out if you’re here yet — if you’re even planning on showing up at all. Where did Jeff get his intel from, anyway?
“Grant, do you know if —?”
“Out by the pool,” Dustin butts in, all-knowing even in his inebriated state.
“Got it.”
Without hesitating Eddie makes for the back door that leads out to the pool area. Outside, the cool evening air is a welcome reprieve from the stuffiness of the house; the lights from the in-ground pool casts a greenish glow over everything, adding to the more subdued atmosphere.
As though drawn to a magnet, Eddie’s gaze immediately lands on your form, huddled up on a pool chair, staring pensively at the water. He recognizes a few of your friends standing together a few feet away, chatting, but you don’t seem to be interested in joining the conversation.
Eddie clears his throat, walking over to you slowly.
You look up as he approaches. “Hey, you,” he says as casually as he can manage, plopping down on the seat across from you.
“Hi Eddie,” you return, with a small smile that doesn’t quite touch your eyes.
“How are you this fine evening?” He cringes inwardly at his dorky tone. God.
You shrug, unhappy but not really wanting to be a downer at what was supposed to be a fun party. “A little tired, if I’m being honest, but," you raise a fist in half-hearted perseverance, "I’m working on it!”
Eddie frowns, a wrinkle forming between his brows as he looks closer at your expression. “Not in a party mood? Well, me either. My buddies all but dragged me out here.” Not exactly what happened, but he digresses.
You suck air in through your teeth. “Oh, I know that feeling.”
He rolls his eyes. “Ugh, friends. They’re the worst, amiright?”
You groan. “Yes. When they wanna hang out with you and have a good time with you in a festive environment? Just awful. They love to torture us.”
Even in your moment of playful banter, it’s hard to keep the mild distress from clouding your features. Eddie, almost alarmingly perceptive, doesn’t miss it. He leans in, and lowers his voice.
“Did something happen?”
You shake your head, but he knows you’re lying.
Resting a large hand on your thigh, he asks, “Are you sure?” The weight of his calloused palm, warm even through the denim of your jeans, is a comforting presence.
“It’s silly,” you mumble, not meeting his eyes.
“It’s not,” he insists, firm but gentle. “Whatever it is.”
You hold your breath for a moment, before releasing it in a heavy sigh. “Tommy H is here.”
Eddie doesn’t even need to hear more before a grimace spreads across his face.
You hesitate before speaking again. “I was wearing a new bracelet, and I took it off to let Stacy try it on,” you quietly explain, rubbing your naked left wrist with the opposite hand, “and he just took it. Threw it in the deep end of the pool and it sunk to the bottom. I can’t get it out with the skimmer, and it’s too cold to jump in and get it…” you trail off, squirming, face feeling hot.
Relaying this to Eddie, you’re incredibly embarrassed. It feels very childish to let yourself be upset over something so trivial.
Calm down, Carol had said. It’s not like it’s gone forever…you’ll get it back in the summer!
Her snarky laugh echoes in your ears.
“He’s such a fucking tool.” Eddie breaks you out of your reverie, face scrunched in anger on your behalf. He twists his upper body so he can turn and stare at the water. “Where did he throw it?”
You rest an elbow on your knee, cupping your chin in your hand. “On the other end, by the diving board.”
Eddie rises to his feet, peeling his leather jacket off. He’s wearing only a black t-shirt underneath, worn and soft-looking; you don’t miss the sliver of soft white tummy that’s exposed as he tosses his jacket aside.
Your eyes widen. “What’re you doing?”
He kicks his shoes off, and then peels off his socks. “Getting your bracelet back.”
There’s a catch in your throat. “Oh, Eddie, no —”
“Shush. It’s no biggie.”
Eddie steels himself for what he’s about to do next. With his eyes closed, he shucks the rest of his clothing off until he’s standing in his checkered boxers. In front of you, and everybody else, and also God. Goosebumps break out over his exposed flesh.
“Ew, Munson, what the fuck are you doing?” Probably Carol, or Tina, or whoever — it doesn’t matter. They all might as well be the same person.
“Don’t mind me, folks,” he calls out, his voice determinedly light. He lets himself glance at you only once — one hand is clamped over your mouth in shock, but your eyes are shining.
Whatever that might mean.
He keeps his curly head high as he struts past the others standing around the Harrington’s pool area. There’s a chorus of jeers that follow him, and even one mocking wolf-whistle; someone else shouts, “Nobody wants to see that!”
He throws a middle finger in their general direction before jumping into the water.
It’s fucking freezing, Jesus, but he easily spies the chunky piece of jewelry laying against the tile. He quickly swims to the bottom, snags the bracelet in one hand, and uses his feet to propel himself back to the surface.
Both touched and horrified, you rush to the ledge of the pool and crouch by the water. Eddie paddles over to meet you, grinning triumphantly as he waves the bracelet above his head, a clunky thing made of pink and blue plastic.
“Got it!”
Half-laughing, half-frantic at the thought of him getting hypothermia, you grab at his slick forearms. “Get out of there!”
“I’m comin’, I’m comin’.”
Eddie climbs out of the pool with your help, and he starts trembling immediately upon exit. The cool air, once refreshing, now feels positively wintry on his wet skin, so it could just be that...or it could be the fact that you’re kind of holding him while he’s in his underwear.
Both, probably.
“Let’s get you inside,” you urge. “I don’t know if Steve has any towels out here.”
Clasping a hand around his bicep, you tug him back into the house and into the nearest bathroom, ignoring the second round of catcalls and confused stares sent your way.
You make him sit on the counter by the sink, and wrap a towel tightly around his torso, and then another. “You should not have done that, Eddie,” you chastise him, though you’re unable to keep the incredulous grin off your face. “You’re crazy!”
“Maybe I am,” he says nonchalantly, looking at you with a dreamy expression.
You grab a third towel, and drape it over Eddie’s head. “Hold still,” you order.
“Yes, ma’am.”
You scrub the towel through his soaked hair in an effort to dry the curls, though you suspect you’re fighting a losing battle. Still, you squeeze the terrycloth fabric gently around his locks, trying to stem the dripping.
Eddie lets himself revel in the feeling of your hands working over his hair — even if it is through a towel. He stares unabashedly at your face, pinched in concentration. You’re so close like this, just inches away from him, lips slightly parted and perfect…
Eventually, you give up and lay the towel aside. “Well, I think that’s as good as we’re gonna get. Unless you want me to steal Steve’s hairdryer,” you add slyly.
“M’good, babe. Don’t worry,” he reassures you. “Just gotta warm up, is all.”
Your hands come to rest on his shoulders and rub soothingly at the towel-wrapped skin.
“Thank you,” you murmur. “So much, Eddie, I can’t even tell you.”
“Please. I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” he replies.
A shy silence falls over the two of you. You notice for the first time that your middle is resting against the counter, right between Eddie’s legs.
Fiddling with a loose thread on the towel, you avoid his gaze, knowing that those dark irises will swallow you right up if you dare to meet them. “You’re really nice, you know that?”
“Only to you.”
You let out a quiet laugh. “That’s not true, and you know it.”
He shrugs. “Fine. I’m reluctantly nice to other people. But I’m only willingly nice to you.”
You risk a quick glance at his face. “Your…your lips are blue, Eddie.”
“Are they?” He smiles at you knowingly. A gentle hand comes to rest on your lower back, keeping you in place.
Your breath hitches. You feel like you could melt into a puddle. “Yes.”
“They’re pretty cold, I guess. Do you think…maybe, you could help me with that?”
“I…I think I can, yes.”
Eddie’s lips crash into yours. His hands come up to lovingly cradle your face, securing your mouth to his. He’s pleasantly surprised when your tongue slips into his mouth, and he eagerly deepens the kiss, trying not to smile when he feels you shiver.
“Okay, pretty girl?” he mumbles against your lips.
“Y-yes,” you stutter out, clutching at him, suddenly self-conscious. Sensing the tension, he strokes your cheekbone with his thumb soothingly, then pecks at your lips again, once, twice, a third time.
His expression is so soft when he pulls back to look at you. He doesn't let go of your face. “I’ve been wanting to do that for forever,” he admits.
Your heart leaps. “Really?”
“Of course.”
“Oh,” you breathe.
He smiles crookedly. “Wouldn’t jump in that pool for just anybody, y’know?”
You pat his chest in gratitude. “That’s very sweet of you Eddie, to risk hypothermia on my behalf.”
“Speaking of which, I’m still feeling a little chilled,” he complains. “Do me a favor. Come a little closer, would ya?”
Summary: Jason Carver would do anything to date Chrissy Cunningham. Even trust Eddie Munson.
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Not everyone is born with a chance.
Eddie Munson, for example, was born with a last name already stained in dirty ink.
His father didn’t believe in jobs or homes. He believed in disappearing before consequences arrived. And in teaching his son things that were useless for any child—but useful if you ever had to survive on your own. Like how to hotwire an old car. How to search someone’s pockets while they slept. How to lie without getting caught.
By the time he was ten, Eddie knew more about abandonment than affection.
Then, just like that, his father disappeared. This time for good.
He arrived at Forest Hills Park with a social worker who spoke with a practical tone, like someone delivering a broken box, knowing no one was going to claim it. Eddie had a worn-out backpack, dragging laces, and an ink stain on his hand because he’d spent the afternoon drawing in his notebook while waiting for someone to decide what to do with him.
The trailer door opened, and there was Wayne Munson.
He didn’t say welcome. Didn’t hug him. Just looked at him, nodded, and stepped aside to let him in.
“There’s a blanket on the couch. We’ll fix the bed tomorrow,” he said in a rough voice. Then he sat back at the table and lit a cigarette, staring out the window without another word.
Eddie figured that was the closest he’d ever been to affection.
Over time, he learned Wayne wasn’t a man of sweet words, but he had quiet gestures. He always left the hallway light on when Eddie had nightmares. He kept Eddie’s school drawings. He left a mug of coffee with more milk than coffee, just the way he liked it.
Even so, he never truly felt at home.
He was a borrowed Munson. A kid who only halfway fit in a makeshift life. And even though Wayne never said a word about it, Eddie could see the exhaustion growing on his shoulders. The double shifts. The cracked hands. The way he’d fall asleep sitting down, dinner untouched.
Eddie promised himself he’d give something back someday. Anything. Just enough so Wayne could stop patching up bills and wages with duct tape.
So when he was finally old enough for people to stop seeing him as “that weird kid” and start seeing him as “that dangerous guy”…
He got into the only thing that gave quick money: dealing drugs.
It started with weed. Then some pills.
Nothing hard, nothing deadly—he told himself that again and again. Just “select clients,” mostly kids his age.
Just easy money in a town where every door had always been closed to him.
He did it for himself. He did it for Wayne. He did it because no one had offered him another option.
Until a couple weeks ago, a cop pulled him aside outside school. He didn’t arrest him. Just looked at him and said, “You’re on the radar, Munson. We know what you’re up to.”
Eddie didn’t ask how they knew. He just knew he had to stop before he lost everything.
The problem was the money.
Corroded Coffin played for a few bucks a week. And a real job? With his reputation, with his record—it was a joke.
That day wasn’t anything special. Just another Monday full of repeat faces. Eddie opened his locker lazily. The creak of rusted metal was the only thing that cut through his thoughts. Amid the usual mess, there was a neatly folded white note. No name. It didn’t seem like a prank either.
“Meet me at the bench in the woods. Lunchtime. It’s important.”
For a second, he thought about tossing it. But curiosity won. Maybe it had something to do with the snitch who ruined his business.
When he got there, the field was already half empty. A few groups sat eating on the bleachers, others were scattered across the field. When Eddie reached the bench, he didn’t expect to see Jason Carver. He was alone. Arms crossed. Serious face. Not even pretending to be friendly.
Eddie approached slowly, hands in the pockets of his jacket. His hair was still damp from a quick morning shower, and he wore the same dark jeans as always, stained at the knees. When he was close enough, he raised an eyebrow and smirked.
“What? You here to buy something too?”
Jason didn’t laugh.
“Relax. That’s not why I’m here. And it shouldn’t be why you’re here either.”
Eddie clenched his jaw for a moment. Said nothing.
Jason dropped his arms and reached into his coat. Pulled out an envelope but didn’t hand it over yet.
“I need your help with something.”
“What, you run out of cheerleaders?”
Jason shot him a dry look.
“My girlfriend, Chrissy, has a sister. Real sweet. Just… no one dares go near her.”
Eddie tilted his head.
“And?”
“And her parents have this rule. As long as she doesn’t have a boyfriend, Chrissy can’t date anyone either. See the problem?”
“I see several.”
Jason ignored him.
“She’s not like Chrissy. Most of the team gets nervous just looking at her. You don’t.”
Eddie let out a short, disbelieving laugh.
“Are you seriously offering me a job as—what—older-sister babysitter?”
Jason shrugged with a crooked smile, half-mocking, half-challenging.
“Let’s call it a mutual favor. You pretend to date her. Walks, small talk, whatever. And if people believe it…” — Eddie cut him off, disgusted.
“I’m not doing it. Forget it.”
The wind was soft but cold, and the whole conversation was starting to irritate him. Leaving sounded like a better idea.
“I need you to do it…” Jason leaned in slightly. “No one else could even try.”
Eddie snorted, like he was about to walk away. But then Jason finally offered him the envelope.
“Two hundred a week. Just for trying.”
Eddie didn’t take it. Not yet.
“You’re that desperate?”
Jason smiled, smug.
“Let’s just say I want to avoid drama. And you need the money, am I wrong?”
Eddie felt the tension climb up his back. He stared at him. No one was supposed to know. No one.
But the truth was—he did.
He needed it.
And he’d never felt so powerless.
His instincts screamed nothing good could come of this. But he thought of the warning.
He thought of Wayne, of his face duller with every double shift at the factory. Of the nearly empty fridge. Of the money he owed to people who had stopped being patient.
He looked at the envelope. Took it, unopened.
Jason nodded like that settled it.
“Start whenever.”
Eddie stayed where he was for a few seconds. Jason turned around and walked off across the field like the matter was done.
But Eddie didn’t move.
He opened the envelope. Counted the bills slowly. All there.
And immediately, he felt it.
The weight in his gut.
The kind that came when you did something you didn’t want to.
Something that, no matter how you tried to justify it, wasn’t right.
And he knew. Deep down, from the moment he read the note—he knew.
But he did it anyway.
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let’s see who gets the reference, and please feel free to correct me, english isn’t my first language.
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jittering, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever. bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride
This is part of a collection of blurbs about Eddie only being able to communicate with you through your nightmares. This time, he uses his newly acquired skills to avenge you. wc:961
A/N: I've been having so much fun with this, and I always love getting ideas and feedback from you all. I have a feeling these blurbs will start to get longer as the story progresses, and we finally get to know the man behind the nightmares.
When Eddie found out that one of your coworkers was harassing you and made you cry, he couldn’t let it go.
The night he found out, he was on his way to haunt someone else’s dreams, hovering as a shadow person in the corner, and there you were— on the phone telling one of your friends about what had happened. You weren’t returning the sexual advances of the guy at your office, and so he proceeded to tease you and spread rumors about you, and your boss wouldn't do anything about it.
Eddie came to the Nightmare Factory on his day off to beg his supervisor Kevin—the ventriloquist doll in a sailor suit—for some overtime, and he got it.
Armed with his new and invisible job title, Eddie took his time to get to know the lay of the land in your office. The co-worker in question—he discovered his name was Jared—worked three cubicles down from you. Eddie found you hunched over at your desk, with your head in your hands. You needed to go to the bathroom, but you didn’t want to walk in that direction because you knew Jared would say something snide to you or throw a balled-up piece of paper at your face and then laugh hysterically.
When you finally did get the nerve to rush to where the restrooms were, Eddie knocked Jared’s full cup of coffee over so it slipped all over his keyboard. Eddie chuckled to himself as he put his hands in his pockets and watched the guy scramble to clean it up.
Later that night, Eddie followed Jared home; he would’ve rather been spending time with you, but this was a worthy sacrifice. The guy lived alone, which Eddie was thankful for, but other people being in the house would not have stopped him from doing what he needed to do.
He was patient; he waited in the walls for Jared to change out of his work clothes and relax.
Eddie started simple. When Jared returned to the kitchen area, Eddie blew the candle out that Jared lit.
And then he blew it out again
And again
And again
Until Jared used up the last of his matches in the box and threw the empty container in frustration. In a huff, he went over to turn the tv on, but it snapped to static and then returned to black, as if it had been unplugged.
“What the fuck?” Jared hissed. There was a tv tray there next to his recliner and he knocked it over in his frustration.
The overhead lights flickered, and then the three ceiling bulbs popped in the kitchen and everything went dark.
“Son of a bitch,” Jared grumbled, pawing around in the dark for the light switch.
“What did you call me?” Eddie said in his ear.
Jared screamed and jumped back, arms flailing, tripping over himself until his back hit the wall.
Jared’s adrenaline surged in the deafening silence as he tried to see around him in the dark, body frozen against the wall.
After a good minute, Jared dropped his shoulders, took a deep breath, and convinced himself that it was just a power outage, and his imagination was running away with him.
Across the room, the candle lit itself, offering a flicker of light in the darkness.
And then it flew across the kitchen counter, caught air, and the glass canister shattered against the wall.
Jared’s cry was bloodcurdling as he bolted for the front door, slipping on the throw rug, losing his balance, but then he had to stop short because Eddie propelled a kitchen chair along the linoleum to crash in front of him.
Choking back tears, Jared sprang in the other direction, down the hall to his bedroom and spun around to shut the door as fast as he could, locking it with a click.
He leaned against the door, breathless, anticipating footsteps in the hall.
“Boo,” Eddie hissed in his ear.
Jared whisked his arms around as if trying to fight off a bug, hysterical, and charged ahead for his final line of defense which was to lock himself in the bathroom.
He flicked the light on immediately, pushing the lock in on the doorknob. “What the hell do you want from me?” Jared asked through the door.
That was when the mirror on the medicine cabinet fogged up as if someone blew hot breath on it. Slowly, with a squeak of a finger on glass, an invisible hand spelled out three words, telling Jared to leave you alone.
Jared sank to the ground sobbing, just before Eddie broke the mirror with his fist and it crashed to the sink.
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You were having so much anxiety about going back to work, you had to take a sleeping pill that night.
Eddie came by on his way back from Jared’s and hovered at your ear while you slept. “I took care of it,” he whispered. “You don’t have to worry about that guy anymore.”
His shift was over a while ago, and he could see the monster under your bed giving him a shrug like, “what are you doing here, buddy? This one is mine tonight.”
Eddie didn’t like how other workers from the factory got to spend time with you, and that was a problem he would work on solving in the near future.
As it turns out, you had the best sleep of your life.
You cringed when the elevator dinged open the next day at your job, waiting to see Jared there, making fun of your outfit or the way you looked—but he never showed up to work that day.
Warnings: mentions of sexual activities but nothing super descriptive, no use of y/n, gendered description (wife/girlfriend), fluff, some angst?, group silliness, Eddie missing his mom
WC: 754
It was a gasp, Robin's gasp that garnered the attention of the others. Their eyes flicked to her as she stared at your hand. They all followed her eyes to your left hand that showed off the simple silver band with a small amethyst in the center.
Seeing this new discovery, the room boomed with a unison gasp.
Nancy let our a small squeak of excitement as Gareth let a whispered 'holy shit'.
You looked at the ring and simply said "Oh, yeah, Eddie proposed"
The group let out a small giggle of disbelief at your nonchalant tone.
The man that they had all known to be the misfit of Hawkins had not only gotten a loving girlfriend, but now a soon to be wife? Unbelievable to all of them.
Robin hung her mouth in shock as saliva nearly dripped out. Steve eyes were wide as he fashioned the same jaw dropped expression as Robin. Nancy tripped over herself to get a closer look at the ring.
And the kids laughed making fun of Eddie saying how he had turned soft, reminding you that he had stated marriage wasn't for him in the past.
You sat there with a wide grin as you stared at the group of friends you'd inherited by spending time with Eddie.
When your fiance, Eddie, walked in, everyone went silent as they shifted their attention on him. Following him with their eyes as he sat next to you on the ripped leather couch.
Sitting comfortably, he looked up from his bowl of extra buttered popcorn with mixed in M&Ms as he had finally noticed the silence and eyes on him.
He looked at you. "What happened?"
Dustin broke the silence, "Dude, you're fucking engaged and you didn't tell any of us?"
"Watch your language," Eddie pointed his butter covered finger at him, "And why would I have to tell any of you? Not like I'm proposing to you guys."
Dustin wanted to argue with him but Lucas pinched him to quit. A fight becoming of that as they hit each other.
Nancy, still distracted looking at your ring, asked the question everyone wonder about, "how'd he you ask? Was it romantic?"
Eddie thankfully explained cutting out the overly intimate details and said he had woken up and decided he wanted to marry you. You snorted knowing the full story of it, no one else would see it as romantic though.
The real story was after some lovingly slow morning sex, he had looked at you coming down from your high, a satisfied smile plastered on your face and knew he had to lock you down for real. He then clarified how he never believed in marriage but something clicked for him at that moment. The piece of paper was worth it for you.
The group hummed in response and some wiped tears from their eyes. The well known devil guy had finally met his saving angel.
Nancy was still curious of the whole proposal, "And the ring? Where'd you get it?"
When he had told you it was his mother's ring you felt weird being given such an important item. Eddie explained to you that it was the last thing she had left to him. Of course, being too young to take care of it, she gave it to her older brother, Wayne. He was to wait until Eddie got older and found the love of his life to give the ring to him.
You waited for Eddie to answer but he never did. Instead in response his knee bounced anxiously and a frown appeared. You answered instead. "Uhm, it belonged to his mom."
Checking on Eddie as you replied, tears threatened to spill from his usually happy eyes. Taking his hand, you squeezed it firmly to silently comfort him.
Both of you wiping tears from your eyes, Eddie then told you that Wayne had given it to him the first time he had seen you and Eddie together. Saying, "You got something special there, son"
Although you didn't share this with the group, you thought your answer was enough to shut down any further queries from the group. They hummed, again, congratulating you on your engagement then taking their attention off you.
You squeezed Eddie's hand again as they pressed play on the movie that had been paused because Eddie had gotten hungry.
"I love you," you whispered to him.
He turned to you, a stray tear falling now that no one watched you, "I love you"
