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soft thought:

cooking with hyunjin would consist of him reaching around your frame and showing you how to cut the food properly as you watched between his arms.

“no, you’re cutting it wrong, baby.” coming over and slightly touching your waist to move you to the side.

he’d also make sure you don’t have too much of a sharp knife because you’re clumsy.

oh, one last thing. he would randomly come up behind you and dance to the music playing, distracting you from prepping food.

[sacrificialblood-deactivated202]

drown your misery - pt. 3

ha! i finally finished it! took me like forever but it’s done. there might be an epilogue but thats up in the air so until like further notice this little series is done!! thank you for reading!! also any dialogue said by vincent is signed unless otherwise stated!

word count 4.5K | vincent sinclair x gn!reader

warnings: violence, LOTS of violence directed at reader, vincent is violent and needy and moody and whatnot

part one | part two

“Ya done hoggin’ Vincent’s time?” 

You look up from the steps to see Bo lounging around in an old recliner chair and an old paperback in his hand. 

It’s easy to pick up on who is walking in the house, especially knowing everyone’s routines. You know how easy it is for him to hear you coming down the stairs and hate it. Just once you’d like to catch the man off guard. 

“I am not hogging his time.”

Bo glances up at you from his book, and you know he’s just trying to be mean, embarrass you—a new favorite pastime of his—but he just sounds downright petulant and jealous. You understand their relationship is complicated, just like yours and your sister’s, but perhaps it’s something different with them. Twins forced to compete in a dysfunctional, abusive home.

“Sure looks like it to me.”

“Okay, first off, he was helping me grab the traps, he chose to be around me. Second, I can’t help it if he happens to enjoy my company,” you roll your eyes, “And that I enjoy his. Maybe if you weren’t such an ass all the time he would hang around you more often.”

You take the last few steps, Vincent trailing a good distance behind you. He waits until you’re off the stairs to even begin moving down. Bo looks at him sharply then to you. 

“You gonna let ‘em talk to me that way?”

He shrugs.

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[sunshineee-reblogs]

Hi when will you start opening your request again?

Hiii I think ur talking about my writing account @sunshinee0-0 right? Uh to answer ur question idrk if I'm being honest, like I wanna write but idk about it, you know? If u wanna send in a request (just this once) I'll see if it sparks inspiration, but I can promise anything!! Hopefully this answers ur question bae!!! <33

[faeriepunk]

it should be embarrassing, how often you take your car to the mechanic. 

it’s not like you’re all that bad of a driver - you passed your test the first time and you’ve never even gotten a fucking parking ticket. it’s just that every couple of weeks, something happens to your car: your tire’s a little flat, or you have to change your oil, or, uh… you need to buy a new air freshener? 

you don’t even feel bad, finding all these excuses to come back when the pretty mechanic with prettier hands and a nametag on his coverall’s introducing him as eddie greets you with a smile that gives you butterflies and asks “what can daddy do for you this time?” 

it’s not like it’s even particularly expensive - not since he backed you up against the side of his own van and caged you in with his form, nosed up your neck and told you that yeah, he agrees, “pretty people should never have to pump their own gas.” 

you find out later that his hands are good for more than just working on an engine.

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[fleurfiles]

Okay so imagine, you've been living in California for like ur hole life and then will and Jane come to ur school and u become friends with Jane and will and start getting a little crush on jane but then u realize she has a boyfriend and ur like damn 😔 anyways when Mike comes u meet him and come with them and will to skate'o mania and realize that will has a crush on Mike and ur like, it's okay buddy I know how it feels (u also get wrapped in the hole government trying to get Jane thing)

sobbing.

❀ ❀ ❀

when el and will came to your school, you immediately clicked with eleven first because you had multiple classes together. and when she introduced you to her brother, you three became quite the trio.

although, as months went by, you found yourself always longing to be near jane. whether it was at school or in a group hangout, you never wanted to leave her side. you stared at her for seconds too long, clutched onto her in your daily hugs longer than usual, and you even dreamt about the girl from time to time.

jane felt unloveable at times- like she was a freak, or like she wasn’t capable of being appreciated and cared about like anyone else. mike would periodically stop sending her letters and that usually worried her, but you were always there to give her the affection that mike seemed to be lacking of.

“i just feel…not normal,” she spoke, shoulders bumping. you sat next to her on your front porch, rubbing her back as her head rested on yours, “you aren’t normal, jane. you’re extraordinary. you’re kind, and sweet, and you’re a superhero for that matter and mike can kiss my ass if he thinks otherwise, because, honestly- he isn’t worth it if he’s making you feel like this.”

jane giggles, turning you to wrap you in a hug. she murmurs against your clothed back, “thank you, y/n. i love you.”

“i love you too.” you whispered.

that wasn’t a lie. you did love jane, very much in fact, but not the way she loved you. you loved her in a holding-hands kind of way, or a cuddling and kissing sleepily in bed kind of way. she loved you like a friend, but you wanted more than that.

and of course you didn’t tell her. that would make things awkward- she was dating mike, and no matter how badly you wanted them to crash and burn, no matter how badly you wanted to take his spot- you simply couldn’t.

after winter break, mike and the rest of the gang came to visit california (as everyone started to get pretty sick of hawkins) you were unbelievably jealous when you saw mike for the first time. in the pictures, he looked less….scary, less intimating- but in person, gosh, he looked terrifying. the rare times he would crack a smile was when he was with her, but to everyone else, he didn’t bat an eye.

after having a gigantic sleepover with the entire friend group, you all decided to hit up rink ‘o mania the next afternoon. max was off with lucas, and dustin was skating around with some girl that he had surprisingly swooned at the food stand. that left just you and will, since, of course, mike and el were off skating.

you kick your weighted feet as you sat beside will, “do you ever feel like your cards weren’t dealt right?”

“yeah,” he sighs, looking down at his knees, “all the time, everyday. why do you feel like that?”

you shrug, “i dunno, just because….i really like someone, but i know they’ll never like me back.”

will nods along at your statement. his eyes flicker up to yours as he gives you a weak smile.

“yeah, i feel like that about mike-“ he immediately covers his mouth, “you did not hear that.”

you slap his arm playfully, “please, it was so obvious! but, i feel the same way too.”

“you like mike?”

“no!” you giggle, “i mean the person i like is already in a relationship, unfortunately.”

“oh, let me guess, is it max?” he questions, shuffling his eyebrows playfully at you. you roll your eyes, “uh uh!”

“el?”

“bingo,” you whisper, fumbling with the rips in your jeans. will looks off to the side, “oh.”

“yeah, now i know how it feels to have this…unrequited love situation going on. i mean, man, i really like her. but i’ve got no chance.”

will scoots closer to you, his arm shaking over your shoulder, “it’ll be okay. it’ll work out for us, i promise.”

[just1riqht]

Natalia Dyer is so attractive I literally feel so bad for not liking Nancy for so long it’s like something clicked and now I literally want to kiss her I want her so bad please HER WITH CURLY HAIR UGHHHH 😫 I’m gonna go read Nancy fanfiction brb

[fleurfiles]

Okay so imagine the reader gets hit on in public and like Nancy, Steve, Eddie, and Robin are glaring at the person hitting on us while whispering insults at him. One of them just goes over and puts a arm over ur shoulder and whispers something in ur ear that makes u blush and walks away

girl im screaming! i did robin cus it seems like something the cocky mf would do, also it's a plot twist for the nasty guy

❀ is he bothering you, sweetheart? ❀

a/n this concept is so cute bye

parings & aus fem!reader x robin buckley // modern!au

you're convinced it's impossible to have a dull moment with the four of your best friends- steve, nancy, robin, and eddie. you're all trailing through the mall together, occasionally snapping pictures of one another and mindlessly posting them on your stories.

somehow, you convinced the group to go into hot topic, despite the lack of interest they had in going in the first place. but there wasn't much to do, so, they complied.

you're combing through the clearance section when you feel a sharp poke to your shoulder blade. you knew it wasn't the boys- they were on the other side of the store- and it definitely wasn't robin or nancy- considering they were looking at shoes and other accessories. you spin on your heel and meet eyes with a short brunette boy, who merely reached your height. he looks awkward- he's lanky, yet tiny, and he's clad in blue jeans and a yellow shirt. you raise your eyebrow, "can i help you?"

"you're really hot," he spat, a dorkish smile dancing on his lips, "can i get your instagram? or snapchat?"

you hum uncomfortably, looking around, hoping to meet eyes with one of your friends to come and save you. that's when you spot them- they're standing in a straight line, hands curved up to one another's ears like a group of teenage gossipers.

you didn't want to be rude to the boy, he seemed like he didn't get much action- but you genuinely weren't interested. he's holding his phone out as if your lack of an answer doubled as an immediate yes. you hear steve snicker behind you, and you form your lips into a tight circle to shut him up.

looking back at the guy, you shake your head, "'m sorry, i don't have social media." you lie through gritted teeth.

"oh. okay well, just give me your number." he urges.

"i don't-"

"is he bothering you, sweetheart?"

you look to the side to see a smiling robin, eyebrows cocked upwards as she looked the boy up and down. he gulps, hard, and watches as robin snaked her arm behind your neck, resting it there.

"no, i'm okay, babe." you smiled, looking at her with glossy, yet questionable eyes, "he was just asking me where a store is. i'll see you later."

she comes down to whisper in your ear, "if he bothers you again, sweetheart, i'll kill him."

her lips graze over your ear before pressing them warmly on your cheek, making a pop sound when she pulls away. you feel your face grow hot.

"yeah, sorry, i'm not interested."

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[jxngh]

sexting with taehyung headcanon ⊰⊹ฺ

- in this headcanon i simply share my humble opinions about how they'd sext, what nicknames would they use, how often would you guys talk and stuff ❤‍🔥

enjoy! don't forget to comment or tell me your thoughts as anon if you'd like ✨

babes..

he's into it

king of thirst traps, almost every night sends a half naked or full picture

badly wants you to send him back

sends you voicenotes says you ' be a good girl for me ' with the most fkn attractive tone of his

he doesn't care if he's in public

would reply as shameless as you but sometimes tries to joke it off

idk if this is a word but yeah it should be

whispers the dirty things you've wrote to him in public and loves it when you react him

takes lots of pictures in everywhere so his phone has folders of your media.. you wrapped halfly with bedsheets..

hot ones help him get off 🥵

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[diaryofaprettyprincess]

Eddie has a corruption kink change my mind

he literally does.

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CW: unprotected sex, corruption kink, creamp!e, rougher sex, dom!eddie munson and sub!fem!reader, innocent!reader, talk of virginity (even though it is a social construct)

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he first sees you with your pigtails, pleated skirts (that are almost too short to not be innocent), high knee socks and mary janes, walking around school, your glasses perched on your nose.

all he can think about is you, you, you. all day and night and every day and night. at first you are shy to his advances, giggling nervously when he leans against your locker and flirts with you; his eyes hooded from the weed he smoked before school to calm his nerves. then, once he gets more comfortable with talking to you and his mind clouds with a lust for you, he no longer needs to smoke and flirts without being high. every morning you hear the chains on his pants and leather jacket jingling along with the heavy thumping of his combat boots on the ground; your stomach twisting with knots..

but when he finally has you, he doesnt hold back. because you're a virgin (or have only had sex about one time), he takes it slow with you; making love to you all night.

but by the third go-round he lets all of his thoughts fly.

he's pounding his cock into you from behind, your back arched against his; eddie's hand cupping your chin harshly as you drool on his shiny rings. his other hand/arm is wrapped around your waist, then you hip, then roughly squeezing and playing with your nipples and chest.

small, "uh's" sound from your mouth as your wetness creates a ring around the base of his cock, his hand turning your head to the side roughly as you both messily (like messily) lick each other's tongues and mouths, your eyebrows furrowed as eddie's cock hits a spot inside of you that you thought never even existed.

"my little cock-drunk, baby," he grunts, squeezing your cheeks together to force you to pucker your lips. he kisses your bitten ones with his soft ones gingerly. "so innocent when i met you, with your little pig-tails and those short fucking skirts.. now look at you;" he turns you head to look into his mirror, your glossy lips red and swollen from his biting and yours. his skin slaps against yours, and you try to find a place to put your hands. his rings will surely create an indent on your soft skin by the time the two of you are finished. your pigtails are messier than they were before, but the sight makes you blush..it feels so dirty but so good. you never want to stop. he kisses your neck as he watches you fuck yourself on his cock in the mirror.

whispering in your ear he says, "say what i taught you, sweetheart."

you whimper, wriggling a little in his grasp before he holds you more firm. he slows his thrusts and you let out a small sob.

"'m a p-pretty little princess," you muster out quietly, your voice a little scratchy from the moaning. you look at the dark bruises forming your neck and chest from eddie's sucking.

he holds your neck to make you look right in your own eyes in the mirror. "again. unless you don't wanna cum." he looks at you in the mirror expectantly. God, he's so pretty your tummy flutters.

"i- 'm a pretty little princess," you say again more confidently this time, and you actually feel pretty; what with eddie's marks on you.

"and who's pretty little princess are you?" he asks again, his thrusts have stopped for a couple seconds now, and you whine again before he cups your chin with his pointer, middle finger, and thumb. "i said, who's pretty little princess are you?"

"'i-'m your pretty little princess; 'm yours," you sniffle, and he nods smiling softly.

"see, wasn't that hard!" he enthuses, his chocolate eyes look into yours as you whine, clenching harshly around him as he starts fucking you harder than before; causing him to moan loudly, his guitar-pick necklace bouncing slightly on his chest.

"fuck, baby, you're fuckin' strangling me," his hips don't let up as you lean your head back on his chest, pouting and making him kiss you again, your breath caught in your throat. "my dirty little girl."

you shiver and moan loudly (close to a scream) as you finish on his cock, your cream coating him entirely as he rubs your clit to make your juices squirt on his pelvis. "good girl, baby. such a good girl."

he finishes inside of you, using your hips for his own pleasure as you slump down on the bed, babbling softly.

once he's done he kisses up your back and to your neck, sucking another dark spot there before whispering softly, "you did such a good job, baby.. such a good job."

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hehehe anywayyy

[quasyzygy]

𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. [𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧]

↳ a/n: i just felt like writing angst. don't get me wrong, i love all the smut and fluffy eddie fanfics but a girl needs to get sad sometimes :')

also forgive me if there are inaccurate points in this story, I'm not really familiar with what life is in america and i just based it off in what i've seen in medias 😅

pls take note that english is not my first language and there might be incorrect spellings or grammar, feel free to correct me. enjoy!!

↳ summary: a drunken confession doesn't always end up the way they do in movies.

↳ warning/s: angst, language, alcohol, mentions of vomit, not proofread

↳ pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader, robin/nancy/steve x platonic!reader

↳ word count: 4.1k

It was a tragic event in some point of your life the moment you started to see Eddie more than a best friend. His doe brown eyes more prominent as the orange hue of sunlight seeps its way on his irises, and while no one pays attentions into this —not that its a very urgent matter to have the pattern of his eyes etched into memory— you watch in awe and savor the image as something only you get to have a privilege to daydream about at nights, or more accurately, every seconds of your life. While you unfortunately don't have the angle to stare at his eyes, it was a very good thing that Eddie Munson happens to have the perfect shade of lips to also gawk at. You watch as his lips move in different ways depending on whatever words come out of his mouth, and what really makes you shiver into core is the way he wets his lips in mannerism, this man have little to no idea with how you're down bad for him, you get so lost in it that even Eddie stops midway of the conversation to shake you off your thoughts, having realized that you were no longer listening by the way you just stopped fidgeting, but his very oblivious behavior thankfully didn't realize his best friend was fantasizing about his lips. 

You had first befriended Eddie wayback in middle school, his weird personality drew you into him. You could say he was a rare type of person, while there's literally a hundred carbon copies of bullies, know-it-alls, girls who only dress to impress and blah blah blah. Not once did you find anyone who's like Eddie, sure there were some who may be similar to him in some type of way, but it was the vibe that makes him so special to others. And you had no intent of befriending someone like him just to fill that empty gap if in case your friendship goes downhill. Surprisingly, Eddie thought of you the same, and that's where both of you clicked off and were inseparable since then, despite your growing reputation in Hawkins high by joining the cheerleader team, not once did you try to save yourself from evil glares by avoiding Eddie. The rest of the cheerleader team did not take this too kindly and even went as far as to convince you that he's no good news with evidence from- well. rumors. It had you laughing internally, surely with your friendship with him, you know him more than the rest in the school campus, or let alone Hawkins at that. You paid no mind though, and you were also grateful to have Chrissy —your friend aside from Eddie— there by your side and even she disagreed with the students' hatred towards Eddie and the rest of his Club, seeing it only as them being ignorant having grown up with a boring and scarily brainwashed from their religious family that everything unusual are already deemed as something satanic. 

It was the last week of your senior year in Hawkins High, a place not so pleasant as it is filled with bustling crowds, loud noises and whatever type of sounds you can imagine, but to say you won't miss your time there would be an understatement. After all, Hawkins High did help you become who you are today, preparing you with social conflicts that you may come across one day. It felt good to be finally out on your own, sure you still have to survive more years in college but the difference was you were out of this cursed town and hopefully you won't have a sudden change of heart to return here for whatever reason. Plus not to mention, you're getting your own place at least close to whatever university accepts you but the never ending dream of moving to florida had not once changed as you grew older and older, it was annoying having to put up with your relatives bickering and pestering your passion just because they don't see you fit to live in an environment such as 'florida' and that one day you'd get over that phase. Imagine the scowl on their faces when they realize that that dream never left you. 

Deep down in your very tenacious nature, an evanescent crack that lay unmoving in the middle of your heart divided into two, the other side enraptured with your endless yearning for success and the other solely preserved for Eddie —a haunting thought of staying in Hawkins engrossed your mind overtime whenever your thoughts of him and what could've been and the future of your education aligns in a specific run of time. Then comes with it is a heavy weight feeling of vacillation that has left you staring at your ceiling in the middle of the night. Though it may be a very disrespectful guess, you were unsure if Eddie's time to graduate was this year. Considering he was still the same inconsiderate person as the last year having repeated the words 'this is my year' as he spoke with much enthusiasm, where it just ended just the same with him in the same grade level for the past two school years. An eternity cycle that not only plagued his life but yours as well.

This week was mostly filled with stressful endeavors but the results of the exam that had just happened the day before was ultimately excellent, your hard work paying off and it was a sigh of relief when the one and only Steve Harrington offered to celebrate your success by throwing a party in which you almost declined if it had not been of the details that only your circle of friends were invited which included; Robin, Eddie, Nancy, Dustin, Mike, Lucas and Max which was pretty small for a party but it didn't matter though. A huge crowd would have had you clutch your head in a buzzing pain from a never ending chattering. 

The gathering had started about thirty minutes ago and you were confident it won't end in an hour or so the next, hell, even it feels like all of you would stay at the Harrington's until tomorrow considering that Steve's parents are away for what you recalled him mentioning for two or a few more weeks. Obviously the younger ones were stripped off the privilege of drinking an alcohol, not only because it's illegal or all of the responsible adults would get to experience the fury of their respective guardians but mainly because you didn't want to clean up after their mess, especially if it would be the first time they've drunk off their asses. First ones would usually end in disasters. 

You had been meaning to ask Eddie about his score in the current exam, seeing as you didn't have the chance to hang out with him due to your determination in passing. He had declined your offer to study with him, using the 'my uncle needs me to help with his work' as an excuse along with a very translucent lie with a 'I'll make time to study, don't worry'. You had contemplated arguing with him but decided against it, bickerings with Eddie about small things would sometimes end up with both of your communication cut off until the other had the nerve to apologize first and you'd continue being the best friends you both are as if you weren't about to strangle each other to death a few days earlier.

Either way, even with doubts you believed Eddie and his speech once in the cafeteria before spring break was spoken much with pride in his voice, his words planted deep in its roots that he was sure of the outcome as it blossoms. 

Before you know it, you are brought back from the draining thoughts of the finals by Steve's booming voice;

"Alright, I'm gonna get another bottle of beer,"

Right, you had forgotten you were engaged in a conversation with Robin, Nancy and Steve. If only Eddie had arrived here earlier you wouldn't have drifted far off your mind. Luckily, the three of them didn't seem to notice the distant look in your eyes.

"You want one, y/n?" Steve added, a wary look on his face. Nancy and Robin who were now occupied in each other's exchange were mindless to Steve's change of tone as he turned to you.

"Yeah sure." You said. Aware that this would be the fourth bottle for the night. The longing for a certain dark haired metal head didn't seem to sink deeper in the alcohol that you had consumed, a possibility of him not arriving put a hole in your chest that made you sad. 

Steve's retreating figure disappeared into the entrance of his house, the chattering and yelling of the kids playing dungeons and dragons inside along with the cackle of firewood burning mixed with the gossiping of two of your friends immersed you into a hypnotic tranquility of your mind. Before you knew it, an approaching step behind you had doubled, indicating that it wasn't only Steve returning with a new bottle of beer in his hands. He reached his hand on the left of your shoulder, using the cold and wet bottle to tap you thrice in which you accepted without diverting your gaze away from the grass beneath your green converse.

"Hey, look who's here." Steve along with Eddie entered your line of sight as they sat in the chair just at an angle where you can see their faces clearly. All the five of you sat in a circle, on your left was Robin, beside her was Nancy, an empty chair, Steve and then Eddie next to him making him beside you on your right. 

Your eyes widened in delight as your long awaited friend fortunately didn't bail out on your little party. He turned to offer you a smile. The smell of a cheap cologne along with the lingering remnants of nicotine sticking on to his clothes greeted you with a comforting familiarity. 

"I thought you weren't gonna come." You told him, returning a smile. You leaned forward to show interest in a conversation with him.

"And miss all the fun? hell nah, besides I get to see a familiar pretty face here." 

His words had made you blush, an overwhelming feeling deep inside you made your heart beat in an abnormal pace, you were sure it's gonna burst right then and there. Eddie who moved closer too scrunched his face in a dawning heed that the beer Steve had recently passed onto you wasn't exactly the first you drank tonight. The way your eyes are almost in a half close position and how you were on a verge of struggling with your words hinted that he was in fact right about his assumptions and not to mention —how your breath smells like beer. Eddie wished he had arrived sooner, maybe he could've helped your alcohol consumption. It sounded hypocritical especially with his behaviors regarding the substance but Eddie is exactly the type of person who would think others are more important than his own life, and he cares for you deeply.

"Did you drink too much?" He turned his head on his right side, just right when Steve finished taking a sip of the already half filled liquid in his hand. 

"Don't look at me man, I'm as worried as you but I'm sure she'll manage." Steve gave you a nod.

Silently thanking him, you raised a hand to give him a thumbs up.

"'Ight, as long as you don't puke all over me and say stupid shit like the last time." Eddie laughed, sending you once again in a heavenly bliss somewhere in the back of your mind where you had embedded every detail of his laugh and smile. A burning desire to getting what you want —him— had consumed all your doubts and all it took for you to finally say the word was if everything had vanished in the space around you and all that's left was his presence that you couldn't get tired of. 

The heat from the bonfire added a feeling of warmth on your cheeks, it had made the words seem to stuck and left undelivered in your occupied mind. Robin who was oblivious to her heroic interference had you internally sigh in relief, saving you for what could become an awkward staring session as to seeing Eddie kept his gaze on you.

"You guys wanna play that dumb game truth or dare?" She slurred. 

"Why not." Nancy shrugged in agreement beside her.

"Really? that's so childish," Steve chirped.

All three of them diverted their gaze on both you and Eddie, waiting for your response. 

"Sure why not." Eddie who now unfortunately doesn't have his attention on you, said.

"Okay, yeah. Sure." You cleared your throat. Already missing a certain someone's eyes on you even though it had made you nervous.

"See Steve? It looks like you're the only kill joy around here." Robin chuckled.

"Oh shut up, since you suggested it, you play first." Steve grumbled, though a bit annoyed with Robin, he can't help but let out a light laugh.

It was nights like these that had made you sulk in despair as the thought of never coming back to Hawkins comes back to visit your mind again. How probably this will be the last time you'll ever see them again, that there's no one the same as Robin's cheerful personality with great humor. Nancy's ability to illuminate even the darkest room as she saunters into one. Steve's cunning mind and determination to help those who he cares about and most importantly Eddie. The first person that made you love living in Hawkins the moment you and your family moved years ago. Not only was he good at making a fool out of you in a joking way but he was also a very nice person, despite what people spread rumors about him. That was one of the things you admired about Eddie, his talent at not letting simple words get to him, not once did he let it affect the way he is. No matter what, Eddie was still the very thing that made you like him. Hell, he even has a great taste in music.

"Okay, y/n can start asking me truth or dare and then me then Nancy, Steve and then Eddie and so on until we're bored out of our mind." 

"m'kay, Robin, truth or dare?" You started.

"Dare." She replied, a brave look present on his face which caused the little group to break out into snickers.

"Okay, I dare you to say the most horrifying thing you could think of to the next person." All the rest of you didn't miss the dry look overcoming Robin's face as she dropped the winning smirk previously. 

"Oh god, I should've chosen truth, damn it." A few seconds passed by and Robin turned to Nancy, having already thought of what she'll tell her. But not before saying;

"I hope you'll still talk to me after this Nance." which resulted in all of you laughing. 

The game continued for minutes, there was an uncomfortable atmosphere then, some truths that made your tiny circle fall into a stomach wrenching laughter that had you gasping for air. While there were a sudden pause in the game now and then where either one of you stood up to offer to bring in more drinks and before you know it, you're on your fifth bottle for the night. Your vision fogging now and then, an unnecessary laughter for whatever memory came into your mind and a very warm feeling in your chest as the world seemed to spin faster.

"So, y/n, truth or dare?" Eddie asked, with his fourth beer for the night placed in his hands, the ring on his fingers making noises as it clashed with the bottle. 

"Truth." You blurted out without a second thought, your mind fuzzy, head leaned back as it rests on the top of the chair's backrest, eyes half closed. The nauseating feeling starts to consume you, in hopes of it disappearing, you ignored the bubbling in the back of your throat. 

"Among these people in the group circle, who would you date?" And as if Eddie turned on a switch with his words, you lurched forward with your right hand flying to cover your mouth. 

"Oh my god, she's gonna vomit!" Robin yelled.

Your feet dragged you inside Steve's house, already making your way to his bathroom. Surprisingly, you were able to hold what was about to come out of your mouth. You hurriedly lifted the toilet cover, and as if on queue, you retch the contents of your stomach on the white ceramic. 

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie didn't waste any second as he followed you throughout the house, and as you hunched over the toilet, he rested his hand on your back in a comforting manner.

"Told you to go slow." He said, worry in his voice.

You relaxed from the warmth radiating off his palms, even with the thick coat of your hoodie did not blockade it from easing you. Though you already felt the silent rumble of your stomach indicating that you were going to throw up no more, comes with a thudding headache that makes you close your eyes as if trying to make it go away. Your hand managed to flash the toilet, as the other went to wipe the excess vomit on your mouth. 

Eddie, who had noticed you struggling, put his hands on either side of your waist to help you stand up. Guiding you to the sink. The moment was silent, except for the running tap and the snoring of the kids downstairs. Even with your mind out of nowhere, you couldn't ignore the growing tension between you and Eddie. Feeling his eyes on you in front of the mirror, you refused to look up. 

"Hey, you feel better now?" Eddie whispered.

"Yes." You said plainly and rather quickly, afraid that you wouldn't have it in you to shut up once the words you've always wanted him to know start flowing out of your mind. You started to move, mainly trying to avoid the now awkward atmosphere. Your definitive demeanor to escape the interaction had made you forget you could barely walk, you stumbled forward, but luckily Eddie managed to hold either side of your shoulders to steady you. 

Unconsciously, you raised your eyes to look at him through your eyelashes, and then the alcohol had made your thoughts inevitable from being kept out of its cage called your mind. Before you know it, your brain stood frozen and in its authorization in controlling the words coming out of you seemed to have been replaced by your heart.

"You're really pretty, Eddie." You slurred, and if it couldn't get any worse, you continued;

"It's you," Eddie frowned his face in confusion,

"You asked if I could date anyone in the circle. It's you Eddie. I like you." The confession was a moving hurricane and as always, with it comes a raging storm as the faucet turned somewhere back in your head and tears pooled in the corner of your eyes, and as it becomes too much, the first tear cascaded down your cheeks making contact with the cold tiles of Steve's dimly lit bathroom, your irises darkened as the realization of what happened had swallowed your gaping heart, hopelessly clinging unto the man situated in front of you. 

Eddie reached to wipe the tears in your cheeks, a look on his face you couldn't quite read. But it was not a good one.

"You're drunk, y/n. Come, let's get you to bed." Eddie tugged your arm as he turned around, missing the hurtful emotion that washed you. He stopped when you didn't budge. 

"I'm so sorry, Eddie." You started sobbing, hating the way you felt pathetic. Diverting your gaze on the dirty spot of your converse, anything to look at but the empty gaze of his brown eyes.

"I shouldn't have asked that stupid question." He spoke. His eyes are looking away from your figure. Confused by the way it sounded, not sure if he was mourning with your grieving heart or disgusted by your revelation, you gained the courage to look at him. But right now, Eddie was a closed book, the cover page worned out by time that the title itself was indistinct.

"Eddie-" 

"Y/n, I- You don't like me, you just can't. I don't have it in me to be dishonest to you." He paused, and for a moment you could see a hint of hesitation as he opened his mouth but closed it with a sigh. Eddie turned his back on you, making it impossible to even see through him. Even though you could see the reflection of his side profile, you refused to look away from his back, afraid of what emotion you'll be seeing.

Eddie felt sorry for you, and he wishes that what just happened in the past few minutes was a nightmare and that he had fallen asleep with his drunk self. The sniffles echoing through the bathroom had enclosed him off his thoughts of convincing himself that this isn't gonna be the way your friendship was gonna end just because you had decided you'd fallen for him. There was a hesitation in what he's about to tell you, willingly lying to himself that he too reciprocated your feelings towards him which ends up with you happy, but then his mind drifted off to Chrissy. The girl that has sent him to cloud nine the past few days you were off ro God-knows-where. He wasn't going to give that up because he cherished what was between you two. 

With sympathy laced on his tone, Eddie managed to utter, "I don't like you that way, y/n."

It took seven words to completely skip a painful beat of your heart, but your fragile mind at the moment had sworn it had heard it break into millions of pieces. Eddie hadn't missed the hitch in your cries as it stopped the moment he said those words. Turning back to face you, he frowned at the sight of you.

Feeling the need to say anything, you squeaked through your tighten throat, "s'okay Eddie." refusing to meet his brown eyes you've grown accustomed to.

"Y/n I-" He reached to put a hand on your shoulder, but retreated when he saw you back away.

"I think you should just go." Eddie took note of the crack in your voice, the close proximity had prevented him from not hearing everything coming out of you. A rush of guilt started to eat him away. 

"Are you sure-" He tried. 

"I SAID GO!" You snapped. Feeling another wave of hot tears about to escape your eyes. It was not that you were mad at him, but you hated the way he's giving you pitying looks.

Not wanting to upset you any further, Eddie fought his lingering thoughts of going against you and encase you between his arms right there, reassuring you and apologizing for why he didn't have to fall for you the way he did. So he did what he usually hated to do and left you without giving you another glimpse.

A flourishing paradox that birthed by the annihilation of both you and Eddie's friendship —though had left a missing piece inside both of you— had seemed to pull you in deeper than him. The comforting free fall had you gasping for that empty void in order to feel nothing at your current situation, clinging on to that rope that had you come into a conclusion that it'll be easier to grieve your dying cold heart that way. Not only had you lost yourself the moment Eddie escorted his way out from the room but you had also lost the sole reason for staying at Hawkins, which you had once thought was a good thing. You mentally shook yourself in despair for destroying what treasure could be worth more, years of built up memories had ended up only because you let your heart take over for once. 

What was once a delightful sight to think of— you would never look at Eddie's brown eyes the same way again. The very last memory of it was a hurtful peer dawning upon you as it realized that its owner had not even once felt the same way as you do. 

a/n: i might write a part two depending on the result of this fanfic :))

[madamerebloger]

Imma say this and get shit on

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Eddie and Chrissy wouldn't be a couple.

I GET THE SHIP. ITS ADORABLE.

BUt some of yall forgetting that she had a boyfriend, their relationship seemed hella strong, since how devastated Jason was.

Fuck Jason tho LMAOAOA He's such a complete asshole, maybe he may get SOME redemption, he's just being dumb.

Idrk, THEY'LL BE BESTIES THOUGH, LIKE HELLA GOOD FRIENDS. But together in a romantic relationship?? Cmon.

[classyrbf]

TWO WORLDS CH 6!

Eddie Munson x fem reader

warnings: stranger things 4 spoilers, gore, guns, knives, violence, blood, talks of trauma, death

being classmates with Eddie Munson occasionally lead to him to him copying off of your homework or having the teacher pair you two up for a project because you’d set a “good example” which only forced you two to become acquaintances. But wat happens when a freaked out Eddie comes banging on your door at night?

Two Worlds Masterlist!

After the chaotic day yesterday, the Wheeler basement was filled with small snores from everyone. With Dustin propped up against the tv, his mouth hung open. Robin's face was smushed up against the table as she used her jacket as a pillow. Nancy slept on the carpeted floor, curled into a ball. And Lucas and Steve were fast asleep on the couch. Sadly, you were also on the floor. Static from the walkie interrupted the quietness, "hey Dustin, this is Eddie. You there?" Eddie's voice came through. "Dustin, can you hear me? Dustin?"

Your hand reached over for the walkie, your eyes still closed. Your hand searched for the walkie, hitting the table multiple times before you finally grabbed onto the walkie. Letting out a groan, you rubbed the back of your neck, your whole body stiff from sleeping on the floor. "Hey, it's y/n." You talked into the walkie, looking around at the others. "Y/n!" Eddie said with enthusiasm. "Hey, um, I'm gonna need a food delivery like really soon. Unless you want me going out into the big scary world..." Eddie joked.

Shaking your head, you leaned in closer to the walkie, "no, don't do that. I'll be there soon." You took a deep breath in. "Yeah, yeah, listen...can you pick me up a six-pack?" Eddie asked. You rolled your eyes at his question. "I know it's stupid as shit to drink right now, but something nice and cold would really calm my nerves." Eddie tried to convince you. Looking around at the others again, you noticed that Max wasn't on the couch. Your eyes widened immediately as you began to worry. "Hey, I'm gonna have to call you back." You quickly spoke. "No, no, don't you dare. Y/n-" You shut the radio off as Eddie was talking.

You quickly crawled over to Dustin, shaking him awake, "Dustin!" You yelled in a whisper. "Huh?" Dustin mumbled. "Where is Max?! You were supposed to keep an eye on her!" You shook him again. "I was. She's sleeping right....there," Dustin rubbed his eyes, pointing at the couch before turning his head to look at it. "Oh, shit." He kept staring at the couch. "Where is she?" You asked. "She was there a second ago. I swear I just dozed off," Dustin looked at his watch, "...an hour." He looked back up at you. "What's going on?" Nancy looked at the both of you, her eyes still puffy from just waking up.

"Dustin fell asleep while watching Max." You explained, quickly standing to your feet as you began running up the stairs. Dustin followed after you, tripping on his own feet. "Dustin!" Nancy groaned in annoyance, jumping to her feet as she followed after the two of you. You opened the basement door,  speed walking through Nancy's living room and kitchen before your eyes landed on Max. She was sitting at the table with Holly, Nancy's baby sister. "Good morning to you three!" Mrs. Wheeler chirped, placing a plate of freshly cooked eggs on the counter. "Morning, mom." Nancy smiled.

"Good morning, Mrs. Wheeler." You looked back at her with a smile. Max looked over her shoulder, seeing the three of you standing there in the kitchen. Giving a small wave, she turned back around. "It's so nice to see that Nancy is still making new friends. Both you and Robin are wonderful. Please, have some breakfast." She smiled at you. "Oh," you chuckled, "thank you." You grabbed the plate from her hand, Dustin doing the same. "You know you're always welcome here too, Dustin."

"Maybe try sticking around at a different house for change though, yeah?" Mr. Wheeler took a sip of his coffee, specifically looking at Dustin. As you guys conversed with Nancy's parents, Nancy walked over to Max. Dustin smiled at Mrs. Wheeler, "you're like family. May I?" Dustin pointed at the pancakes. "Yeah, why not? Take us for all we're worth." Mr. Wheeler spoke. Dustin slowly turned towards him, grabbing the pancakes, "really? Okay!" Dustin placed a few more pancakes on his plate, a smile on his face. "Are you not hungry, sweetie?" Mrs. Wheeler slightly tilted her head. "Uh no," you grabbed a pancake. "I'm not that hungry. Just gonna eat this. Thank you."

Taking a bite of the pancake, you walked up to Nancy and Max, noticing Max had her music playing. Ever since yesterday, when Nancy and Robin figured out that someone's favorite song could save them from Vecna, all of you had Max playing on replay. Nancy explained to everyone that music somehow saved Victor Creel, saying while he was under Vecna's curse he could hear an angel singing to him before he woke up. And started humming the song while they were speaking to him. Though the plan didn't work out too well in the end, you guys still got the information you needed to try and beat Vecna. Somewhat. Yesterday, Steve said he was going to take you back home today to grab your walkman. Being under Vecna's curse as well meant you needed music blasting in your ears all day too.

"Hey, Max." You smiled down at her. She looked up at you, smiling at you, "hey." She looked back down at what she was doing. "You okay?" Nancy asked her. "Just couldn't sleep. Had music blasting in my ears all night." Max gestured at the headphones. Nancy furrowed her brows as she saw what Max was drawing. You also were puzzled. Most of the pages were colored red. "What is this?" Nancy asked, picking up one of the papers, and examining it. You did the same as well, taking a bite of your pancake. "It's what I saw. Well, it's supposed to be." Max placed the red crayon down. "Everything is red."

Max looked up at you, "everything was surrounded in like this red fog. I thought it would be easier to draw than explain. Can't really explain something like that can I? But, the drawing doesn't seem to help much either." Max shrugged. Placing the paper back down, you looked at the others, your eyes scanning over them. You noticed one, in particular, two people. Their eyes were blackened out and their mouth agape. Drawing it closer to you your brows furrowed, "is that Chrissy and Fred?" You asked, your voice soft.

"It was like they were on display or something. And then again, the red fog was everywhere. It was a nightmare." Max explained. You pushed the paper back into its place. Nancy looked at Max, "do you think Vecna was trying to scare you?" Nancy asked. "With Billy? Yeah. But when I got here," Max pointed at the pages, "it felt like I wasn't supposed to see it. Like he didn't want me to be there. He seemed surprised." Max looked at the both of you. Dustin sat down at the table, joining in. "Maybe you entered in his mind?" You theorized. "I was gonna say the same thing," Dustin looked at you. "He invades your mind, right?" Dustin looked at Max.  "Maybe you somehow wound up in his?" Dustin shrugged.

You bit the inside of your cheek, thinking Dustin was somehow right. Nancy rubbed her hands together, looking back at the pages. "Like Freddy Kruger's boiler room..." You muttered, remembering how you watched A Nightmare on Elm Street a few days ago before all hell broke loose. "Exactly!" Dustin slapped his hand on the table. "Who's Freddy Kruger?" Holly looked at you. "He's this dude with burnt skin who has razors for fingers," Dustin gestured with his hand, "and he kills you in your dream-"

"Dustin, seriously?!" Nancy shot him a look. "Right, sorry. It's just a movie. It's not real." He dismissed Holly. "Just think about it,"  you pulled one of the chairs out from under the table, sitting down, "what if you somehow unlocked a door to this upside-down place? Or Vecna's mind?" You questioned, looking at Max. "Maybe the answer is right here in this incredibly vague drawing," Dustin examined the picture. "God, we need Will!" Dustin placed the picture back down. "Yeah, no shit," Max rolled her eyes. "But I tried calling them this morning and it's the same busy signal. "Who's Will?" You asked. "Oh, Will is our best friend that moved to California. He was the friend that went missing a few years back." Dustin explained.

"Oh, him! Will Byers! I remember his missing poster being everywhere. He's the one that was taken into the upside-down, right?" You looked at Dustin. "Bingo." Dustin nodded. Nancy scattered through the drawings, picking up the one Dustin had previously put down, "is this a window?" She asked, still looking at the picture. "Yeah." Max nodded. "Stained glass with roses." Nancy was still looking at the picture. "Yeah." Max nodded again. "Looks like she's not that bad of a drawer, after all, Dustin." You chuckled. Dustin stuck his middle finger up at you.

"Well, it helps that I've seen it before." Nancy mumbled. She began folding the paper into a small rectangle before grabbing the other pages and assembling them. You and Dustin leaned over the table as you watched her put the images together, folding some of the papers. You tilted your head to the side, "it looks like a...house?" You looked at Nancy. Nancy grabbed a sharpie, outlining the images, almost like she was playing connect the dots. "That's because it is," she placed the marker back down. "It's Victor Creel's house."

You all looked at each other, shock in your eyes. Nancy quickly got up, grabbing the pages before she began walking off. "Where are you going?" Dustin asked with a mouthful of pancakes. "Wake the others." She walked off. You and Max followed behind her, "come on, Dustin!" You walked back over to him, snatching him from the table. "But my pancakes!" He whined, his hands covered in syrup.

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"Be quick, alright? I need to get back to the others soon." Steve smiled at you. You nodded at him, shutting the car door. The others were waiting at Victor Creel's house while Steve brought you to your house to grab your walkman and bring you back to Reefer Ricks to deliver Eddie his food. The others thought it wouldn't be a good idea to leave you alone with Eddie, but you digressed, telling them it would be fine. As long as you had your favorite song playing, things would be okay. Right?

Opening your door, you entered your house. You almost forgot that your parents weren't here. They were still in Illinois, visiting your grandmother without you. You exhaled, looking around at the empty house, everything in the same place as you left it. You didn't want to think too much about your parents, about them basically neglecting you your entire life. There were much bigger things to worry about now. You ran up the stairs to your bedroom, opening your bedroom door. Your eyes immediately landed on your desk where your walkman was placed. "There you are." You smiled.

Grabbing your book bag, you emptied out all of your school contents, all of the papers, books, pens, pencils, and notebooks falling onto the floor. You kicked the papers aside, shoving each of your cassettes into the bag, looking at the last cassette which was your favorite song. You smiled, "hope you save my life." You mumbled, opening your walkman, and placing the tape inside. Before you could place your headphones on your head, you heard the deep and dark voice, "y/n..."

Looking over your shoulder, you shuddered, looking all around your room. You gulped, feeling like something was watching you from the doorway. As you turned back around, you heard your name again, "y/n!" Though this time, it sounded like your mom's voice. Your brows furrowed. Were they back home early? "Mom?!" You called out, grabbing your things as you walked out of your room. "Are you back?!" You slowly waked by the railing, looking over at the bottom of the stairs. Silence. You took a deep breath, stepping down the stairs.

"Mom?" You took the last step, turning to see your mom sitting in the living room, watching tv. She looked your way, smiling as she noticed you. "I didn't hear you come in," she chuckled. "I was in the bathroom." She explained. You slowly walked up closer. "Where's dad?" You asked, looking around. "He went to work," she furrowed her brows. "You doing okay? You look sick." She slightly tilted her head. "I-I'm fine." You swallowed. "Make sure you get your work done, though. When I came home I saw you were working on a project? You had left it scattered on your bed." She looked away from you, watching the tv. "Yeah, I will. I'm just busy-"

"I want you to finish it now, y/n," she slowly looked at you. "I didn't have you just for you to be a failure, now did I?" She smiled at you as if she didn't say the vilest thing she could. "What?" You mumbled, stepping away from her as she rose from her seat. "You wonder why I never pay you any attention? You're not good enough. You disappoint me. You never do your best. I don't need a failure as a child!" Her voice got louder and deeper, almost like the one you heard earlier as she stepped closer to you. You let out a small gasp, watching her eyes turn white and a sadistic smile spread across her face. Tripping over your own feet, you fell onto your back.

You clenched your eyes shut as you fell, opening them quickly to look back up at your mom, except she wasn't there. She was gone and the tv was off. The house was silent and empty, just like when you entered. You looked around you, quickly standing to your feet as you tried to catch your breath. You gulped, placing your headphones on and pressing play. You ran out of the house as the song started, slamming the door shut behind you as you ran towards Steve's car. Opening the door, you quickly sat down, shutting the car door. "What the hell took you so long?" Steve looked at you, his expression changing as he saw you breathing hard. "Woah, you okay?" He asked.

Removing your headphones you looked at him, "I'm fine, just thought I lost my walkman so I was running around the house looking for it." You lied, letting out a small laugh. "Alright," Steve looked at you, "You got Eddie's snacks?" He looked at the bag that sat beside you. "Yup." You nodded, placing the bag into your lap. Steve silently nodded, pressing his foot on the gas. Your eyes locked onto your house, looking at it as Steve drove away.

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"You gonna be alright?" Steve questioned as you grabbed your things, opening the car door. You smiled at him, "yeah. Just keep an eye out for Robin, please? For me?" You jokingly said to Steve even though you were mostly serious. "Yeah, yeah, of course." He nodded. "Thanks, Harrington." You smiled at him. Steve grabbed your hand before you were able to leave. You looked at him, puzzled. "You sure you're okay?" He asked. "I'm fine. I'll see you and the others in a few hours." You nodded, removing his hands. "Just one more question."

You playfully rolled your eyes, slinging your bag over your shoulder, "yes?" You tilted your head. "Are you and Eddie like a thing?" Steve said in a whisper as if the others were around to hear. "God, no! Why?!" You scrunched up your face. "It's just, you're volunteering to...spend time with him. Robin always told me how you hated working on projects with him so now it just seems a little... weird. I don't know." Steve shook his head, adjusting in his seat. You looked away from him, "um," you paused, "it's just because I feel bad after what happened with Chrissy." You assured Steve, though the look on Steve's face told a different story.

"Yeah, mhm." Steve nodded, glancing at you. "It's true!" You chuckled, playfully slapping his arm. "Listen, everyone sees the way you two act around each other. Even Robin is starting to believe there's something going on." Steve raised his brows. "Nothing is going on between me and Eddie. We're just...friends I guess." You shrugged. "Oh, so now you're friends with the guy you used to hate? Sounds a little suspicious." Steve looked away from you. "I never hated him! I only hated working with him! There's a difference. Plus, I only found him annoying. That's all. But, he's actually pretty cool." You smiled to yourself.

"Yeah, yeah, just make sure you invite me to the wedding." Steve rolled his eyes. You scoffed, stepping out of the car, shutting the door, "whatever, Harrington!" You flipped him off with a smile, walking away from the car. Steve waved goodbye with a smile. Letting out a small laugh, you waved bye. As Steve drove off, you clutched onto the bag of snacks for Eddie, turning on your heel as you began walking down to the boathouse. With your headphones around your neck, your favorite song still played in your ears. Though you were still able to hear your surroundings.

The leaves crunched under your feet as you hummed to the song, bopping your head. Approaching the boathouse, you slowly opened the door, "Eddie?" You called out, the wooden door creaking as you walked through. You looked to your left, Eddie hiding in his usual spot. "It's just me." You waved. Eddie got up, jogging over to you with a smile on his face, "you got my snacks." He grabbed the bag from you. "Of course. I told you I would." You placed your bag down. "Wait," Eddie looked around, "where's my six-pack?" His eyes landed on you. "One, I'm eighteen and can't waltz my way into the liquor store buying you beer without an ID. Two, I got you a soda. It should quench your thirst."

Eddie let out a dramatic sigh, walking over to the boat, and sitting on it, "you're such a goodie two shoes." Eddie popped open a bag of chips, scarfing down a handful of chips. "Yeah, thanks." You rolled your eyes. Eddie watched as you paced back and forth, "thought you said you were coming back for me last night?" Eddie cracked open a can of soda. You stopped in your tracks, looking at him, "I told you to use the walkie if you ever missed me," you smiled, walking over to him. "Did it get lonely?" You joked, sitting next to him. "Very. But, thankfully there was no one stealing my bed this time." Eddie wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve.

There was a few seconds of silence before Eddie looked at the headphones you had around your neck, his brows furrowed before he leaned in closer, "is that," he scooted closer towards you, "is that Scorpions?" His eyes were filled with amusement as he looked at you. "Yeah, why?" You looked at him. "Nothing, just never thought you'd listen to...rock music." Eddie raised his brows, taking a swig from the soda can. "I listen to all types of music. It's just this song by them happens to be my favorite." You shrugged. Eddie slowly turned towards you, "your favorite?!" He questioned in surprise. "What?" You laughed, looking back at him. "You're full of surprises, y/n." Eddie shook his head.

"Well, it's clear you know the song. Is there some special hidden meaning I don't know about that you do?" You leaned in towards him. "No it's just, um, I don't mean to brag, but...I know how to play it on the guitar." Eddie looked everywhere except at you. You let out a small gasp, "really?! How come you never told me!" You pushed him. "I don't know! I never took you as the type to listen to rock music." Eddie shrugged. "Do you listen to rock music?" You asked. "Um, sometimes, but mostly metal, like Black Sabbath and Ozzy Osbourne. That type of stuff." Eddie explained. "You know, you should play it for me one day." You spoke softly. Eddie turned to look at you, his eyes locking with yours, "really? Play your favorite song?" He asked, his voice barely audible.

"Yeah," you nodded. "Is there something wrong with that?" You genuinely asked. Eddie shook his head, his mouth zipped shut. A small smile crept on your face as you looked away from him, "maybe when you convince me to hang out, you can play it then. Should we add that to our deal?" You looked down at your feet, your hands holding the edge of the boat. "Uh, yeah, yeah." Eddie looked away from you. "It'll be like a personal concert, just for me. The one and only Eddie Munson, the lead guitarist of Corroded Coffin, playing my favorite song on his guitar." You smirked in a joking manner, glancing at Eddie.

"Very funny. Haha." Eddie chugged the last of the soda in the can, tossing it at the wall. "What? You don't believe me?" You retreated a little bit. Eddie clasped his hands together, ignoring your question as he dug through the bag for more snacks. "I think I'd be a better audience than the 'five drunks' you claim to have at your concerts. Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I'll even pretend to be your number one fan." You nudged him on his shoulder. "Fine. Only if you promise you'll be a better audience than the five drunks?" Eddie pointed at you. "Promise." You smiled.

"And if you buy me a six-pack." Eddie smirked at you. You rolled your eyes, "Eddie, how am I supposed to buy you a six-pack without an ID?" You pursed your lips. "You're smart. You'll find a way." Eddie smiled. "Yeah, book smart not street smart, dumbass!" You pushed him. "Then I guess I won't be playing your favorite song on the guitar." Eddie tilted his head with a smile. "Fine, I guess we won't be hanging out then. The. Deal. Is. Off." You leaned in closer to him with each word. Eddie's eyes flickered down to your lips for a quick second before meeting your eyes. You looked down at his lips before looking back up at him, silence and tension filling the room.

You two leaned in closer, searching each other's eyes before both of you started at each other's lips. Suddenly, you both pulled away, the sound of a car pulling into the driveway scaring you both. "Stay here." Eddie placed his hand on your arm, looking at you before creeping towards the window. You nodded, sitting still on the boat. Eddie placed his hand on the window sill, peeking out from the window. "Shit, shit!" He yelled in a whisper, backing away from the window. Eddie turned to look at you. "Who is it? Is it the police?!" You looked at Eddie as he ran over to the other window, looking out at the house. "No," he shook his head, looking back at you, "it's Jason."

"Jason?!" You stood up, walking over to the window. "I said stay there. Goddamnit, why don't you listen?" Eddie sighed as you pushed him out of the way. "Where are they?" You asked. "They went into the house. They look like they had weapons." Eddie stepped back. "Shit." You ran over to your bag, kneeling down on the floor and unzipping it. Grabbing the walkie, you turned it on, extending the antenna, "call Dustin." You tossed the walkie to Eddie, running back to the window to keep a lookout. "Hey, Dustin, you there?" Eddie asked in a shaky voice. "It's Eddie. You remember me, right?" Eddie questioned with clenched teeth. No response. "What the hell are they doing?" You looked back at Eddie.

"If anyone is there, me and y/n are in a bit of trouble here, okay?" Eddie was starting to become annoyed at the silence on the other end. "Wheeler? Harrington?" Eddie peeked out the window as he talked into the walkie. Eddie slapped the walkie, "anybody?!" He screamed in a whisper. "Why the hell aren't they answering?!" You backed away from the window, running over to your bag, zipping it back up. "I don't know, but we need to get out of here." Eddie paced around the boat.

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The night had set in, you and Eddie still crouched around in the boathouse. It felt like years when in reality it's only been fifteen minutes. "Give me the walkie," You snatched it from Eddie. "Hey, dipshits, it'd be really nice if you answered the goddamn walkie right now! Dustin, please! Is anyone there?" You asked. Nothing but static on the other end. "Son of a bitch!" You sighed. "Just forget it." Eddie walked over to the boat, removing the tarp and tossing it on the floor. "We're taking the boat?" You looked at Eddie. "Got any better ideas?" Eddie asked. You didn't say a word. "Didn't think so. Now, help me." Eddie untied the boat from the dock. You quickly shoved the walkie into your bag, rushing to help him.

Untying the other side, you and Eddie began pushing the boat out towards the lake. "You ready?" He glanced at you. "Yeah." You said out of breath. Giving the boat one final push, you and Eddie both jumped into it at the same time. Eddie quickly grabbed an oar, rowing the boat. You grabbed the other one, placing the wooden stick in the water, and trying to push yourselves to the other side of the lake before Jason and his friends see you. "You okay?" Eddie looked at you. "Yeah, yeah fine," Looking over your shoulder, you noticed two people walking. "Eddie..."

"Hey, freak!" Jason shouted. Eddie looked back in horror to see Jason and his friend standing on the shore. "Where do you think you're going?!" Jason yelled, beginning to undress as he prepared to jump into the water. "Eddie!" You looked at him with wide eyes. Eddie dropped the oar, running to the motor to try and start it. Eddie pulled the wire, "come on you piece of shit!" Eddie grunted, pulling the wire again. "Eddie!" You shouted, watching as Jason and his friend jumped into the water. "You gotta help me out here." Eddie spoke to the motor. He kept trying to pull it over and over. "Eddie, forget the damn motor!"

"Come on you piece of shit!" Eddie pulled the wire again. "Goddamnit!" He shouted, quickly pulling the wire to try and start it. Jason and his friend were already gaining on you as they quickly swam towards the boat. Eddie kicked the motor out of anger. "No? Okay." Eddie grabbed the oar, rowing the boat. You stood to your feet, dragging the oar out of the water as you began swinging it around at Jason, "stay back!" You shouted. Eddie stopped rowing, standing up as he pushed you aside, "stay back, man!" Eddie shouted at Jason, his breathing labored. "Stay back!"

"Come on, let go! We almost have them!" Jason shouted, looking back at his friend. His friend just looked around, almost like he was panicking. It's like he didn't even hear a word Jason said. "Patrick!" Jason shouted. His friend was breathing heavily, looking all around him. "Patrick!" Jason shouted again. Suddenly, his friend disappeared under the water. "Patrick?" Jason looked around him. Your eyes searched the water, wondering where he went. Eddie looked around, the oar still in his hand. There was nothing but the movement of water as Jason tried to keep afloat. "Hey, Patrick!" Jason looked around.

Within a blink of an eye, his friend's body floated out of the water, hovering in mid-air. Your eyes widened as you recognized what was happening, remembering when Max started to float. With your breath caught in your throat, you and Eddie just looked up in pure terror. You let out a gut-wrenching scream as you witnessed his bones snapping out of place. Eddie slowly backed up, his mind reminding him of the true horror he witnessed the night Chrissy became a victim of Vecna.

Without realizing it, Eddie was tipping the boat causing you to lose your balance. "Eddie!" You both fell into the water as Eddie tipped the boat over. You were engulfed in the cold water, water seeping into your nose before you swam back up for air, gasping. Blinking away the water, Jason's friend was still in the air, his bones snapping in every single place. His body was contorting, arms and legs snapping backward and sideways like he was some sort of rag doll. His jaw snapped before his head was thrown back and just a second later his body dropped into the water.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you began to swim away in fear, holding your breath. "Eddie?!" You stopped to breathe, looking all around you. "Eddie?!" You called out again.  Your eyes scanned the lake, no sign of him. You began swimming again before you heard a gasp of air in the distance. "Y/n!" Eddie called out to you. You quickly swam over to him, reaching him in just a few seconds. "Are you okay?" You looked at him, breathing heavily. He clenched his eyes shut, shaking his head, "let's just go."

[classyrbf]

TWO WORLDS CH 5!

Eddie Munson x fem reader

warnings: stranger things 4 spoilers, gore, guns, knives, violence, blood, talks of trauma, death

being classmates with Eddie Munson occasionally lead to him to him copying off of your homework or having the teacher pair you two up for a project because you’d set a “good example” which only forced you two to become acquaintances. But wat happens when a freaked out Eddie comes banging on your door at night?

Two Worlds Masterlist!

You shuffled in your sleep, feeling cold and uncomfortable. Letting out a soft groan, you pried your eyes open, rubbing them as you slowly sat up. You looked around, noticing you were still in the boathouse, inside of the boat. "Eddie?" You quietly mumbled, looking around and noticing he was sleeping, hunched over in the corner with the broken bottle in his hand. Moving the blue tarp off of your feet, you steadily stepped out of the boat, approaching him slowly. "Hey!" You yelled in a whisper, kicking his leg. "Eddie!" You kicked him again.

"Huh? Hm?" He jumped awake, looking around him, his grip on the bottle tightening. "Put that thing down!" You said in annoyance, looking down at him. "Shit, you're awake," He sighed, slowly standing to his feet with a low groan. "My back." He sighed. Truth be told, you fell asleep on Eddie's arm last night, nearly falling back into the boat before he caught you. He gently helped you into the boat, making sure you were as comfortable as you could be. He watched you all night, making sure that nothing happened to you.

"Sorry I fell asleep on you last night." You said, embarrassed. "You should be. You took my very comfortable bed." Eddie looked at the boat. "You just slept in that corner the whole night?" You asked, folding your arms across your chest. "Well, there isn't exactly room for two in the boat. Plus, other stuff." Eddie chuckled, looking at you. "Right," You nodded, looking away from him with a smile. "Well, thank you for letting me borrow your very comfortable bed, Munson." You smiled at him. "Of course, your majesty." Eddie bowed.

You let out a laugh, playfully pushing his shoulder, "stop!" Eddie laughed at your reaction, standing up straight in the process. His eyes caught yours once again. "How are you feeling?" He asked, his tone more serious. "Um," you rubbed the back of your neck, "this is the first time I've actually got a full night's sleep over the last few days so..." You shrugged. "Improvement. Right?" Eddie raised his brows. "If you say so." You looked over your shoulder, noticing the walkie on the stool, remembering how the others went out looking for you last night.

A pit formed in your stomach. They must be worried out of their minds. Reaching for the walkie, Eddie stopped you, his hands grabbing your wrist, "don't worry, I let them know this morning you were here." Eddie let go of your wrist. "This morning? How long were you up last night?" You asked, letting out a scoff. "Like," Eddie avoided your gaze, looking at everything else in the boathouse but you, "all night." He admitted. "All night?" You asked, surprised. Eddie nodded, walking past you to look out the window. "All night," Eddie looked back at you. "The others said they should be here soon to come and get you."

"Great. I can't wait to hear all of them screaming at me at the same time." You plopped down on the stool, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the number of lectures you were gonna be given by everyone. "Are you gonna tell them what you heard last night?" Eddie asked, leaning against the wall. Looking up at Eddie you shrugged, "yeah, I guess. I told you so why wouldn't I tell the others." Eddie nodded his head at your statement, poking his tongue in his left cheek. "Maybe it like," Eddie squinted, "if you can hear his voice that means he's closer than you think. Or like, your death is closer than you think. No offense!" Eddie threw his hands up in defense.

"None was taken, Munson." You laughed, shaking your head. The sound of a car engine revved in front of the house causing you to run to the window, peeking through the foliage around the boathouse. "Is it Steve?" Eddie asked, hiding in the corner. "I can't see." You whispered, squinting your eyes. Though, you could hear footsteps, multiple of them. "Y/n!" Dustin busted through the door. You let out a loud scream, causing Dustin to jump back. "It's just us!" Steve shouted. "You can't do that!" You ordered them, your hand over your heart.

"No, no! You don't get to lecture us about anything when you ran off last night without saying a goddamn thing! Are you crazy!?" Dustin looked at you, his brows raised. "We heard screaming!" Max came running in, someone else by her side. "Lucas?!" You asked, a look of surprise on your face. "Wait, you know Sinclair?" Eddie looked at you. "Yeah, you know Lucas?" Dustin asked. "Hey." Lucas gave you a small wave. "I used to babysit his little sister, Erica a few years back." You looked at Eddie. "Oh, the one I played D and D with that night." Eddie confirmed. "Wait, you played D and D with Erica?" You scrunched your face up in confusion.

"It's a long story," Dustin interrupted. "Look, what the hell were you thinking running off like that?" Dustin walked up to you. "I got scared, okay? I just needed time alone," You looked at him, sitting back down on the stool. "But," you paused, "when I was alone I heard someone whisper my name. It was like a very twisted and deep voice. It sounded like it was right in my ear. And everywhere I went, it felt like eyes were on me." You admitted, looking at the others. "That's the same type of voice I heard when I saw the clock." Max spoke. "So, both Max and y/n are under Vecna's curse, right?" Lucas asked, trying to confirm. "Yeah, sadly," You said in an annoyed tone. "Where have you been this entire time anyway?" You asked Lucas. "With Jason."

"Jason? The captain of the basketball team Jason and Chrissy's boyfriend?" You blinked. "They're hunting Eddie. They think he killed Chrissy. And they're like," Lucas widened his eyes, "dead set on trying to find you." Lucas looked at Eddie. "Oh, man." Eddie slouched, sitting down on the floor. "And where are Robin and Nancy?" Your eyes landing on Steve. "They're at Pennhurst Asylum trying to talk with Victor Creel. They even have fake names and GPAs and all that shit." Steve knew he sounded crazy, but that was Nancy's plan. "Now, I know I was acting a little crazy yesterday, but I overheard that Victor said a demon killed his family. Am I correct?"

"Yeah. Eyes ripped out of their sockets and their bones snapped. But the catch is, that was back in the fifties. So, we have no idea how Vecna even existed back then." Steve shrugged. "For all we know, the upside-down, the other dimension, could have existed for years before Eleven opened the gate and Will went missing." Dustin tried to come up with possible theories. "Wait who is Eleven?" Eddie asked. "The girl with the powers, you know, the ones that went bye-bye." Steve tried to remind Eddie. "Oh." Eddie nodded his head, starting to remember. "But how did he get through then? And how is he getting through now if there is no gate?" Lucas asked.

"And why now?" Steve asked. "He just kills one family in the fifties and then is like okay I'm good. Then, poof disappears and is just gone? And then returns thirty years later to kill some random teenagers? It doesn't make sense." Steve shook his head as he looked at Dustin. "It doesn't make any sense. I mean, what is the reason for all of this? There has to be a bigger meaning, right?" You questioned. "Hopefully Nancy and Robin will be able to figure that out. But, we have to get going, Max has some...things to take care of." Steve pulled out his car keys from his pocket, walking out the front door. "Alright, I'll be out there in a second." You said to the others as they walked out of the boathouse.

Standing up, you looked at Eddie, noticing he looked nervous, "you okay?" You walked up to him. Eddie looked up at you from his position on the floor, "never been better." He smiled, holding his hand out to you. You immediately grabbed it, helping him up off of the floor. He let out a sigh, dusting his hands off on his ripped black jeans. "You'll be okay here by yourself, right?" You raised a brow at him. "Of course." He gave you a quick, cheeky smile. Looking around you, you quickly grabbed the walkie, turning it on. Your eyes met with Eddies before looking away from him and grabbing his wrist, "here," you placed the walkie in his hand. "Just in case you start to miss me." You chuckled.

A smile slowly crept on Eddie's face as you let go of his hand. "I'll be back later tonight. Hold out until then." You gave him a reassuring smile before walking off, following the others. Stepping out of the boathouse, the sun blinded you causing you to squint your eyes. You closed the boathouse door behind you, looking over your shoulder every now and then to make sure no one saw you. Turning away, you jogged your way over to Steve's car, noticing Max, Lucas and Dustin sat in the back, huddled together. "Hurry." Steve ushered you to come in. Opening the door, you sat down, shutting the door quickly.

"Finally," Dustin rolled his eyes. "What was taking you so long? Did you and Eddie give each other a goodbye kiss?" Dustin teased, letting out a snort. Your head whipped around, your eyes sharpening as you stared at Dustin, "excuse me?" You cocked your head to the side. "Nothing, nothing, I didn't say anything." Dustin shook his head, putting his hands up in defense. "Hm, sure you didn't." You slowly sat back down in your seat. "A bunch of children. I'm babysitting a bunch of children. Why am I always the one stuck babysitting?" Steve asked, his hand clutching the steering wheel. "First of all, I am not a child. Two, from what I heard, you're pretty good with kids." You shrugged.

"Who said that?" Steve glanced at you before looking back at the road. "Robin," You cheekily smiled, letting out a small laugh. "Anyway, what are Nancy and Robin doing again?" Your brows furrowed. "They went to Pennhurst asylum to talk with Victor Creel." Dustin spoke. "But, wouldn't it be super hard to speak with him? I mean, he's a criminal. Well, others think he's a criminal." You corrected yourself. "Exactly, which is why they have come up with a plan. A plan involving them being college students who are working on some sort of essay or whatever. They even have a fake file, fake names, and fake GPAs." Steve scoffed. "Robin pretending to be a college student writing an essay? Oh no." You sulked in your seat.

"I would've been a better candidate, but that's just my opinion." Steve pointed at himself. "Are you sure about that Steve? What were you gonna do? Talk to them about your hair?" Dustin rolled his eyes. "You're on thin ice, Henderson." Steve looked at Dustin through the rearview mirror. "Can you guys stop bickering already?" Max asked, her tone low. The others looked at her, noticing how she barely paid any mind to the conversation, staring out the window. Looking back at her, you could tell she was afraid too, trying to hide it. She was scared of Vecna. Scared that'll she'll end up like the others. You had zero clue as to what she's been through, but whatever it was, it scarred her. Badly.

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Steve pulled into the trailer park, the same trailer park Eddie lived in. As the car came to a stop, everyone got out of the car, leaning against it. Slinging her backpack over her shoulder before shutting the door behind her, Max walked into her trailer by herself. Observing the area, you looked back at Eddie's trailer, the same trailer you would do your projects in while Eddie played his guitar or did anything else that didn't involve helping you. Though this time, it felt eerie being here. With the caution tape wrapped around his trailer and the sudden quietness, it felt like something or someone was watching you from the inside.

A cold chill went up your spine causing you to snap out of your thoughts. "You alright?" Steve placed his hand on your arm. You nodded, looking away from the trailer, "I'm fine." Clearing your throat, you decided to change the subject, "so, why did Max need to come here?" You shared glances with the others. Steve sighed, "don't tell her I told you this, but this morning, she wrote all of us letters. Goodbye letters." Steve pursed his lips, pulling out the letter from his pocket. It was in a light brown envelope, his name written on it. "She said it was a fail-safe just in case things went wrong." Steve looked at you.

Your expression softened at his words, "have you read it?" You asked. "She doesn't want us to," Lucas chimed in. "She said to read it after." He clenched his jaw. "She stayed up all night writing letters for nearly everyone important to her. Including Billy." Dustin added. "Billy? Billy Hargrove? The one who died in the mall fire?" You asked Dustin. "Billy was her step-brother. And he didn't die in a mall fire," Dustin paused, "he sacrificed himself to save Max and everyone else from a creature that came from the upside-down." Dustin informed you. "Shit," you sighed, "I didn't know that he was her step-brother. I guess that explains a lot now." You adjusted in your spot. "Yeah..." Lucas agreed.

About two minutes passed before Max came walking out of the trailer, her pace fast as she made her way to the car. She looked panicked and extremely pale. Your brows furrowed as she approached. "Max, you okay?" Steve asked. "I'm fine." She dismissed him. "Was it your mom?" Steve pried. "I said I'm fine! Just drive!" Max spoke in an annoyed tone, slamming the car door. Steve shrugged, stepping inside the car, "fine."

"Y/n..."

You quickly looked behind you, hearing the same deep and twisted voice in your ear again. Your eyes landed on Eddie's trailer, a chill sending straight up your spine. With your breath caught in your throat, you just stood there, fixated on the trailer. "Y/n!" Steve yelled, clapping his hands. "Huh?" You looked at him. "Let's go!" He raised his brows. "Sorry." You mumbled, stepping into the car and shutting the door behind you. Max looked at you, watching you silently as Steve began to drive. She noticed how unnerved you looked, fidgeting in your seat.

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Steve took the key out of the ignition as silence filled the air. "I'll be quick." Max said, grabbing her bag. You all were at the cemetery. Most likely for Max to visit Billy one last time before something happened to her. It was heartbreaking knowing that someone like her, someone just starting her life, has already been through so much. Though you weren't much older than her, you still felt like you had some sort of responsibility when it came to her. Having met her just a few days ago, it didn't matter to you how close you were with her, you just knew she needed someone to rely on.

Everyone else stepped out of the car, Lucas running after Max. "Max, wait up!" Lucas jogged over to her, far enough to where you couldn't hear their conversation. "How are you holding up?" Steve looked away from the two kids, his eyes locking onto you. "Could be better if I didn't know my life was most likely coming to an end soon." You looked back at him, folding your arms across your chest. "Hey, we'll figure out a way to defeat Vecna." Dustin said with confidence. You let out a small laugh, "you guys did defeat all those other monsters so I have no reason to believe you." You smirked.

Looking back over at Lucas and Max, you noticed Lucas looked concerned before he pulled out the letter from his back pocket. "What's he doing?" You asked. Dustin came walking over to your side, squinting his eyes from the sun, "looks pretty serious." Dustin sighed. Max walked away from Lucas, leaving him alone in the field. Lucas shook his head, slowly walking back over to the rest of you, the letter still in his hand. "What was that about?" Dustin looked down at Lucas's letter, glancing up at him. "Nothing," Lucas placed the letter back in his pocket. "Just give her a few."

Max walked up the small hill, placing her things on the grass, sitting in front of the tombstone. You felt like you were invading her privacy by staring. "Has Nancy or Robin said anything yet?" You asked, trying to change the subject. "Mmm, no. Nothing yet." Dustin shook his head. "I hope they didn't get in trouble. Then we're really screwed." You spoke, looking back over at Max. The sun shined on her red hair and pale skin as she held the letter in her hand, looking up at the tombstone from time to time.

Everyone just watched her. Not because you were barging into her business, but because everyone was worried for her. Lucas let out a small sigh, rubbing his hands together as he looked away from Max, finding other things to focus on. As you stood there next to Steve and Dustin, you wondered about your demise. You haven't told them about the voice you heard at the trailer park. But, you haven't seen the clock yet either. There was only so little time you had before things went to absolute shit for you. Hopefully, you'll defeat Vecna before that time comes.

"Alright, I think she's had enough time." Steve spoke, breaking you away from her thoughts. "Just give her some time, Steve." Lucas looked at him. "I have! Alright, Sinclair?" Steve began walking away from the car. You looked back at Dustin and Lucas, "stay here." You followed after Steve, walking beside him. "Alright, Max, time to go." Steve and you walked up to her. "Max! Come on!" Steve raised his voice a bit. You looked down at Max, noticing she wasn't even looking at the letter. "Max?" You kneeled down to her level. Your eyes widened at the sight. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, stuck in a trance. "Max!" Steve yelled. "Max! Hey!" You shouted, shaking her.

"Max! Wake up-guys!" You screamed, looking at Dustin and Lucas. Both of them looked at each other before running up the small hill. "Max!" You yelled. She wouldn't move. It was like she was petrified. Your heart was beating out of your chest. "What the hell is wrong with her?!" Lucas yelled, trying to shake her awake. "Vecna's curse..." Dustin muttered in complete shock. "Go! Go, call Nancy and Robin!" You yelled at Dustin, pointing at the car. Dustin stumbled over his own feet, tripping onto the grass before recovering, and running towards the car. "Max, come on! Wake up!" Steve shook her. "Max!" Lucas grabbed her face gently.

"Robin, where the hell are you?! This a code red!" You could hear Dustin scream in terror from down the hill. "Max..." You muttered, your eyes quickly scanning her figure. Dustin came running back up the hill, his breathing labored. "What's her favorite song?!" Dustin asked in a panic, looking at Lucas. "What?! Why?!" Lucas shrugged his shoulder. "Robin said if she listens-it's too much to explain right now! What's her favorite song?!" Dustin asked, nearly screaming at the top of his lungs. Max began twitching.

"Her bag!" You yelled, snatching it from the ground. You unzipped it, pouring out all of its contents. Her walkman and cassettes fell out onto the grass. Lucas rummaged through the cassettes, breathing heavily as he tried to look. "Hurry!" Steve yelled. "I'm trying!" Lucas picked up each of the tapes. "It's right here! I got it!" His hands were shaking as he opened the cassette. You grabbed her Walkman, opening it up as Lucas placed the tape inside. Slamming the walkman shut, Dustin placed the headphones over her ears. "Now!" He shouted at you. Your finger passed the play button, the cassette rolling.

"Max! Wake up!" You looked at her. "Max!" Dustin shouted. "Max! Max!" Lucas shook her again. "Shit! Max!" You screamed, watching as her body still twitched. "Come on! Come on, Max!" Steve leaned in, grabbing her by her shoulders, shaking her. Suddenly, her body began lifting into the air. You fell back onto the grass, everyone watching in shock and fear as she rose up to the sky. Your eyes widened, your breath caught in your throat. "Max!" You screamed, standing to your feet quickly. You tried to reach for her, but it was too late, your hand slipped off of her ankle. "Max!" Dustin jumped to his feet.

Her body stayed in the air, hovering, floating. Her eyes were looking to the sky. "No! No!" Lucas shouted. She was floating just like how Eddie described Chrissy right before she died. "We have to get her! We have to wake her up!" You looked at Steve. "Max! Please! Please! Wake up!" Lucas shouted. "Max!" Steve looked up at her. "Wake up! Wake! Up!" You screamed. "Max!" You all shouted in unison. Within a split second, Max dropped from the sky, letting out a scream as she fell onto the floor. Lucas rushed by her side, holding her tightly. Her breathing was heavy and a look of horror was written across her face.

Everyone rushed to her side as she clutched onto Lucas. "I thought we lost you." Lucas said on the brink of tears, laying his head in the crook of her neck. She clenched her eyes shut, breathing heavily, "I'm still here! I'm still here!" She said still out of breath. Tears fell from her eyes as she looked at everyone, holding onto Lucas tightly. "Oh, shit." Lucas sighed. You let out a sigh as well, your hand over your heart while your other hand was on Max's arm, comforting her. "Fucks sake." You swallowed, trying to calm down your heart rate.

"I'm still here." She spoke, looking at everyone.

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eddie munson owns my ass 

[classyrbf]

TWO WORLDS SERIES MASTERLIST!

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

[film-in-my-soul]

Imagine ur group and bts group Collabs and u get really close to maknaeline (u get close to the rest of the members as well) and ur groups decided to have a group cook out? Is that what it's called in Korea? Anyways u guys have a cook out while on live and maknae line + jin start piling food on ur plate making sure u eat enough, they feed u and also give u some food off their plate, they also praise u on ur dance and vocal skills and army and ur fandom notices and starts loving it, talking about how cute they are and how protective they are off u. And once awhile jin goes over to u and feeds u smth off his plate.

(THIS DOESNT HAVE TO BE A REQUEST I JUST REALLY WANNA HEAR UR THOUGHTS ON THIS!! AND IF U LIKE THIS ENOUGH U CAN OFC USE IT AS A REQUEST ‼️)

BTS Soft Thoughts – No Warning Needed

(Hi, excuse me, this is so cute? I- I love this? It’s just hella wholesome. Soft thought, love it. I know you said group but I read it as Y/N being a soloist cause I thought it would be easier to write TT^TT)

You can’t remember a night being this nice in a long while. You’re technically still on schedule, this had all been planned after the collaboration had gone through and been uploaded, but still, there are fairy lights strung up between mosquito lamps, a radio gently playing acoustic music in the background, and the smell of sizzling meat all around. It’s the perfect atmosphere to relax, and the fact that your newly found friends and collaborators, BTS, are sharing in the moment is an added bonus.

When you’d arrived, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin had practically swarmed you, the youngest of them all, expression just one big smile, had easily scooped you off the ground in a welcoming hug. Out of all the boys he’d been the most hesitant to offer friendly contact, so mindful and full of respect for you. Over the weeks of production on your track, however, you’d managed to get him comfortable, and the rest of the maknae line had seamlessly followed suit.

You were ushered to the table, Jimin’s arm around your waist and when you’d sat down, Yoongie and Namjoon were already at the grill, nodding their hellos to you, Hobi fiddling with the stereo a few feet away, a plate of assorted banchan was placed in front of you. When you followed the arm of the person presenting you with the pre-meal, it was Jin. The oldest of the boys had taken a shine to you immediately and you’d been flattered to garner his attention and from there it was easy to slip into an oddly familiar friendship.

Now the food has been cooked and is warming on plates in the middle of the long table, all eight bodies getting comfortable before they're signaled by managers on the other side of the outdoor patio that the V-live is starting.

Immediately you watch a flood of purple hearts roll in and can’t help but smile. You’d been worried about ARMY at first, the BTS fanbase is legendary and while yours isn’t anything to sniff at either, it’s still intimidating. However, since the rumblings of your collaboration with the team had started to surface you’d hardly seen a single ill-typed word against it, and after the song dropped it was much of the same. It had been a big relief and you hadn’t actually realized how worried you’d truly been until you no longer needed to be.

You catch your own fans popping in as well, throwing around star emojis to offset the sea of hearts and show that they’re there too. It makes you smile, and it only grows wider when the boys say hello to them as well.

There are questions and you answer what’s addressed to you for the first few minutes, taking little breaks to drink and snap up some bulgogi with your chopstick while the boys take over and keep the fans entertained.

You notice, between one sip of sprite and the next, that a foreign pair of chopsticks hovers over your plate and drops a slice of pork belly on top of your rice. You turn and Taehyung is very badly pretending that he isn’t the culprit.

“Y/N is our guest, so Taehyungie better be generous.” Jin’s voice draws your attention, and you remember the live is still going. It makes you laugh and immediately, like Taehyung’s gesture was a challenge, Jimin and Jungkook also grab large slices of meat off their plates and deposit them on yours. You can’t even pretend it’s not funny and there's more laughter on your tongue while you shake your head. You’re going to give them back, not really needing the extra when Jin’s raised brow makes you pause. He’s expecting you to eat them it seems, and you fight the roll of your eyes and instead shovel the food into your mouth, causing the boys around you to double over at the way your cheeks bulge.

They’re satisfied at least, as are the fans. Both fanbases making notes on the cuteness of how the younger members are taking care of you, how lucky you are to be taken care of so well. You couldn’t agree more.

After a bit, everyone takes a break from eating (you especially since the maknae trio had decided you were supposedly malnourished and continued to pile more food in front of you, Jin as well). The comments and questions are rolling in again, more focused on the song now that introductions and more personal inquiries have been answered. You’re glad to sing the boy’s praises, not a lie in anything you say, from how Hobi had been patient with teaching you the choreography, especially when you seemed to fall behind, and how Jungkook had kept you on track with the chorus harmonies. Mostly you talk about how the experience had been amazing and that any artist would be lucky to work with them in the future.

“We’re lucky too, Y/N is a hard worker and very talented.” Jimin beams at you, and you return the smile even as your cheeks flush under the compliment. The others murmur their agreements, but Taehyung continues Jimin’s sentiment.

“They never get mad either, even when things aren’t working, Y/N just keeps going until it’s perfect.” It’s too much and you move to hide your face behind your hand only for Jin to reach and pull it away with a laugh.

“You complimented us so you can’t hide when we compliment you.” It’s a fair agreement you think but you still don’t like it.

“Y/N has the perfect voice for the song too, don’t you agree?” Jungkook leans close to the phone the live is streaming from, addressing both fanbases who flood the chat with supportive emojis and words, rushing out any negative responses your eyes can barely keep track of.

Both you and the boys continue on like that for a while more, sipping your drinks and trading praise until the managers signal once more and you’re preparing to say goodbye.

Before the live shuts down, however, Jin makes one last move, grabbing up a slice of beef off his plate and leans over, holding the food in front of you. It makes everyone giggle behind their hands, especially when you squawk and, realizing he has no plans to back down, reluctantly accept the offering, the eldest turning to the camera and winking right before the feed it cut.

If you’d thought their laughter had been loud when you’d taken the food, that was nothing compared to when you snatched up a cube of ice from your drink and dropped it down the back of Jin’s shirt in retaliation, sparking a chase around the patio lawn, the younger members joining in as well, on your side of course.

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Masterlist

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Pairing: Ot7 x 9 tailed fox! reader

Fox Hybrid! Jin, Human! Namjoon, Human! Yoongi, Wolf Hybrid! Hoseok, Cat Hybrid! Jimin, Wolf Hybrid! Taehyung, Fox Hybrid! Jungkook

Genre: Hybrid AU || Fluff || Angst || Smut/ implied smut || Strangers to lovers AU || Best friends to lovers AU

Story summary: With the government's hydrid sector hot on your tails (no pun intended), you have less than a year to solve the problem before they're legally allowed to take you in as a lab rat. What you didn't anticipate was the addition of 6 new members of yours and Jin's happy duo. Luckily you both had enough love for 6 others.

Drabbles:

Just the two of us || Where Jin finally has a day off (Takes place before chapter one)

Main series:

Part one: One of Many

Chapter summary: Grey wolf Taehyung didn't like you all that much. Sure he counted down the days until you came to visit, and sure when he came home with you he would watch you in your vegetable garden. But he swears he doesn't like you.

Part two: Cracked porcelain dolls

Chapter summary: You and Jin figure out what went wrong between the both of you. Your plans may also be ruined, Yoongi doesn't want a hybrid, let alone three.

Part three: Thief

Chapter summary: Your’s and Namjoon’s relationship develops, a new friendship blooming. There also seems to be a thief lurking around your garden who has ulterior motives when the two of you finally meet.

Part four: Checkmate

Chapter summary: If Taehyung had ever thought about kissing you, that was a secret he would lock in the dark corners of his mind. If he ever knew the two of you would actually kiss he may just self implode.

Part five: Mint choc chip milkshake

Chapter summary: Things start to get a little bit complicated in more ways than one and Jeon Jungkook happens to be one of them.

Part six: ???

Chapter summary: ???