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Hi, could you please do something fluffy-smutty about Jerry Cantrell please and thank you :)

Sickness In Seattle // J.C

Thanks for the request!! I'll be honest I've had this idea for a little bit now and I just didn't have it in me to do smut I'm sorry!! But I'll def do something smutty with him in the future!!

Summary: When y/n wakes up with the flu, it is Jerry's duty to take care of her.

Warnings: None, just fluff!

Requests are open!

Your eyes slowly flutter open, scanning the room of your and Jerry's downtown Seattle apartment. You wince at the light as you start to become aware of the apparent headache you have. You look over at Jerry, still sound asleep. Long blonde hair thrown across his face, his bare upper half seeming to glow in the morning sunlight. You smile softly and swallow, only to wince in pain once more. This time you let out a groan. Apparently, it was louder than you thought as it caused Jerry to stir.

Incoherent mumbles come from him as he pulls you closer to him. And for the first time ever, you detest the feeling of his fingers on your skin. Even your skin feels sore, and the body heat coming from him makes you feel even worse. You try to pull away slightly and pull the covers off of you. This causes Jerry's eyes to shoot open. You’d never pull away from him like this.

"What's wrong?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing. His voice is deep and raspy, dripping like honey from his mouth. But it’s still not enough to soothe you from the agony you’re in.

"I don't feel good," you mutter, your voice whiney and congested.

He sighs softly and brings the back of his hand to your forehead. "You're burning up."

You groan at his words. "No, I can't be sick." You protest as you try to sit up in bed. But as you do the room seems to spin.

"Woah there," Jerry says with a soft chuckle, sitting up next to you. "Whining won't make it any better."

You shoot him a look and roll your eyes before laying back down with a huff.

"I'm way too busy to be sick right now." You whine, looking up at him with a pout.

"Baby, it won't kill you to take one day to rest." He says softly, letting his right hand trail up your arm soothingly. "How about I go get you some medicine?"

You merely nod, not wanting to talk and inflame your throat any more than it is.

He hops out of bed and pulls on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt before striding over to your side of the bed.

"I'll be right back." He says, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead.

Upon hearing the front door close you huff once more and roll over on your side. Since the day is ruined you decide it's best to at least get a little more sleep in.

You wake up a little later to Jerry's soft voice saying your name and nudging your side. You flutter open your eyes to see him standing over you.

"It's DayQuil time!" he sings, pulling an orange bottle of medicine out of a plastic bag.

"You really couldn't have gotten me the pill form?" You ask, disgusted at the thought of having to drink medicine.

"You know, thanks would suffice." He jokes.

"Thank you, baby." You say with a small chuckle.

He pours the medicine into the small shot glass-type top before handing it to you to drink.

You shudder slightly, quickly knocking back the medicine and swallowing, scrunching up your face in disgust. Jerry chuckles at this response and hands you a bottle of orange juice he also got at the store to chase it.

"That bad?"

"That bad." You say after taking a drink from the bottle of OJ.

He shakes his head with a laugh before kicking his shoes off and climbing into the bed. You scooch over as close as you can get to him and lay your head on his chest, in desperate need of body heat. The sickness causing your body temperature to fluctuate from being on fire to being ice cold.

He wraps both arms around you, placing his head on yours. He grabs the remote and flicks the TV on before deciding on some random sitcom.

"This is shit television, but I don't plan on being awake much longer anyways." He says with a yawn.

"Don't you have stuff to do today?" You question with a giggle.

"Hey, if you get to take today off so do I!" He chuckles. "No, but in seriousness, I did have stuff to do today, but it can wait; I gotta take care of my baby."

You raise your head up to kiss him on the cheek, earning a small smile from him. You lay your head back down and doze off to the sound of his heartbeat. Selfishly, you kind of hope you're still sick tomorrow so you both can stay home again.

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Working on writing some things rn so enjoy this gif of James I’ve been going feral over in the meantime.

#the beard?! #the hair?! #I’m dead. #I’m gonna get him pregnant #I need him to get ME pregnant. #james hetfield #james hetfield metallica #james hetfield smut

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good evening everyone. eagles game is on but i am thinking about 2019 james breeding me over and over 🤗

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I’m so unbelievably not normal about James with a mullet it’s concerning.

#need him #down so unbelievably bad #do I need therapy? #possibly #james hetfield #james hetfield metallica #james hetfield smut #papa het #james hetfield fluff #metallica

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I haven’t written on here in a LOOOONGG time but I wanna come back!! So give me some requests!!! My Eddie Munson phase has long since died so I don’t write for him anymore, but I have some other metalheads I'd love to write about!

I'm mainly interested in writing about James Hetfield and/or Jerry Cantrell right now but I will also accept requests for the following!

Kirk Hammett

Jason Newstead

Sean Kinney

Layne Staley

(Non metal/rock)

Keanu Reeves

Halsey

Rhea Ripley.

If there is someone you reallyyyy want me to write about who isn't on this list, feel free to ask me anyways!! There's a good chance I'll at least give it a shot haha!

What I’ll write?

I’m cool writing fluff, angst, smut all that!

I will NOT write about anything to do with pedophilia, abuse, or incest!

I've been thirsting real hard over James lately so smutty requests for him are encouraged💀

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of prompts for lovers who became enemies. Some can also work for friends to enemies, but most have a romantic undertone. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)

“Even saying your name hurts.”

“We were meant to be, but we did it wrong.”

“I can’t wait to look at your face, and feel nothing.”

“I trusted you.”

“I don’t know what I’m more afraid of: to see you again, or to never see you again.”

“I knew you’d betray me eventually.”

“I wish I had never loved you.”

“None of it was real, then?”

“You have ruined everything.”

“It doesn’t matter that I love you. I’ll kill you if I ever see you again.”

“Don’t make me kill you.”

“Say you never loved me, say it.”

“Did I even mean anything to you?”

“Kill me then. Do it.”

“So you lied to me. All this time, you were lying to me.”

“It’s too late now.”

“I almost wish we never met.”

“We could have had a beautiful life together.”

“I was ready to give you my love, my heart, everything.”

“I’d still be yours, if you asked.”

“I can never forgive you.”

“You can’t even look me in the eyes!”

“You almost sounded like you enjoyed my company.”

“I do care about you. I’m still going to kill you, though.”

“Tear my heart apart one more time.”

“Hell is loving you in my sleep, and waking up alone.”

“I should have known better than to trust you.”

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hi there! fellow eddie munson lover here :) i’m in the middle of an absolute downpour where i live and it’s storming quite hard. i was wondering if you might be able to write something where eddie and the reader are close friends hiding their feelings from eachother. perhaps they’re just sitting together listening to the rain and the thunder and eventually they end up confessing their feelings? i’d be happy to see what you come up with!! much love <3

God Bless The Rain // E.M

So sorry this took so long!! I absolutely loved this idea and wanted to get it perfect haha! Thank you so much for the request! Hope you like it.

Summary: When sudden rain ruins plans, Eddie and you have no other choice but to share your thoughts.

Warnings: None really. Mainly fluff. Light angst if you squint.

It hinted that the reader is female, not specified though I believe.

Requests are open!

"Follow me! I know where to go!" Eddie shouted, grabbing your hand to pull you along behind him.

You and eddies favorite place to go to hang out was the woods. No one to be bothered by, just you, him, and nature. Plus, he loved finding weird bugs to freak you out with.

This time while doing that, it started to pour. You were too far into the woods to run back to eddies van, so instead, he led you to a clearing in the trees that revealed, skull rock. A rock structure that could provide you two some shelter from the rain.

"This really is our luck." You laughed, finally getting a chance to breathe now that you were out of the downpour.

"Truly," He agreed, chuckling. "How long do you think this will last?"

"No clue," You answered truthfully. "It's not so bad though, kind of peaceful."

"Yeah, it is."

You leaned your head back onto the rock structure behind you, taking in the sights.

"You come here a lot?" You inquired.

"Huh?" Eddie questioned.

"Like, skull rock; You knew exactly where to go."

"Oh, yeah." He sighed. "It's a nice place to just come and think; I'd love to say it's because this is the most popular makeout place in all of Hawkins, but I think we both know that isn't true." He chuckled, smiling at you.

"You know, you could get women if you just put yourself out there." You mumbled, looking away from him.

"What?" He slightly raised his voice. "I put myself out there!" He protested.

"Offering girls twenty percent discounts on weed isn't exactly putting yourself out there." You chuckled.

"It's an attempt at least." He mumbled. "What about you though?! There's plenty of dudes at school that'd kill to be with you but you never even look at them!"

You felt a small amount of heat flush to your cheeks at his remarks. "I just don't have feelings like that for any of 'em." you mumbled, trying to conceal your grin.

He chuckled at your words, biting his bottom lip, but stayed silent. He looked as if he was fighting off a thought.

You and Eddie had been friends for a couple years now. He was the first person to talk to you when you first transferred to Hawkins high. It was freshman year, and as if that wasn't already scary enough, you knew absolutely no-one. He walked up to your empty table and slammed a flyer down in front of you. Across it read the words, Hellfire club. "Wanna join?" He'd asked with a sly grin. You had no clue what Dungeons & Dragons were, so that was a no-go, but you found other common interests in things like music, and art.

Recently though, your feelings had started to change. You couldn't quite understand them, but it all clicked when you felt a burning rage seeing him with Chrissy Cunningham. You had nothing against Chrissy, how could you? She was the queen of Hawkins high, an absolute sweetheart. It was the fact that Eddie was giving another girl his attention, making another girl laugh, and flashing his beautiful smile at her. After that you realized why you felt such a burning pain at that sight, you liked him, or even loved him. You couldn't be sure, all you knew was that you wanted him.

"You cold?" Eddie's voice broke you from your thoughts.

"What? Oh, no." You stuttered, feeling awkward about the thoughts you were having about the man sitting right next to you.

"You sure? You're shivering."

Shit, you were shivering. The one time you didn't bring a coat.

"Here," He sat up and slipped his arms out of his black leather jacket. "Put this on."

"Eddie no."

"Just take it; You don't need to catch a cold." He insisted.

You slipped the large jacket on your arms, crossing the sides over one another for maximum warmth. You loved the smell, Eddie's smell. Cheap cologne mixed with, weed, cigarettes, and the tiniest bit of strawberries from his shampoo.

"Why don't you like any one at school?" He questioned, tilting his head to look at you.

"Oh, I don't know." You looked down, feeling another slight flush of warmth creeping onto your cheeks.

"There's gotta be someone you like." He teased, gently poking your side with his elbow.

"I guess there is one guy." Your heart stopped realizing what you said, having no idea how or why you let those words leave your mouth.

His eyes widened a little, staring at you for a moment with a small frown, before clearing his throat. "Who is this lucky fellow." He dryly laughed, unconvincingly.

"No one, it's stupid." You grumbled, looking away from him.

"C'mon, tell me; Its just me."

"No." You said sternly, turning to look at him.

"Fine," He puffed, tilting his head away from you. "I guess I wont tell you what girl I like."

You felt a twang of pain in yor chest at those words. Your eyes widened, as you snapped your head over to examine his expression. Was he joking? He had to be, right?

"You, you like someone." You slightly choked on the words as they came out, trying your hardest not to seem normal.

"Yep! She's real hot too!" He laughed looking back at you.

There it was again, that burning anger. You felt your face heat up and your heartbeat quicken, as you folded your arms across your chest.

"I bet it's Chrissy right?" You scoffed, again trying so hard not to let your emotions be apparent in your voice.

"What?" He seemed almost offended, at your words.

"Chrissy Cunningham, I saw you two talking the other day and giggling, you like her right?"

"I was dealing to her, of course I have to be friendly, it'd be bad for business if I didn't."

"Yeah right, dealing drugs to Chrissy Cunningham, that angel, no way!" You slightly raised your voice, more than you intend to as more anger built up in your chest.

"I swear!" He put his hands up. "She was acting really weird, maybe that douche Jason broke up with her."

Chrissy was acting strange when you passed her in the hall. His story seemed believable, but if not her, who else could it be.

"Who is it then?"

He frowned, looking down at his hands, fiddling with the metal rings.

"What is it ed?" You reached a hand to place it on his shoulder.

"It's, It's you." He exhaled loudly, turning his head to where he was completely looking away from you.

"What?" Your voice was small, not fully processing his words.

"I like you," He almost whispered, turning to face you. His brown, fear-filled eyes meeting yours. "It doesn't matter though, you like someone already." He grumbled, breaking eye contact.

"Eddie," You began, "The guy I like is you."

It felt like a two-ton weight had just been lifted from your chest. Finally free of this little secret you've kept for so long.

"Really?" he asked quietly, his eyes meeting yours once again.

"Uh huh." You nodded.

"Oh," His voice was filled with a mixture of shock and relief as his once frowning face had a childish grin plastered across it.

You scooted even closer to him than you already were, placing a hand on his.

He looked at your hands holding one another, than back to your face.

"Uh, so, could I uh, maybe, uh kis-" You cut off his rambling by placing a gentle kiss on his soft lips. His hand made its way to your hip, deepening the kiss.

"Does that answer your question?" You teased, pulling away.

He laughed before grabbing your face and peppering you with kisses. All the way from your forehead, to your nose, your lips, cheeks, down to your neck.

"I've waited like, years to do this." He laughed, childishly grinning.

"God bless the rain." You giggled leaning your head onto his shoulder as you both sat against the rock once more.

"I can't wait to tell everyone in hellfire about this."

"Oh god," you face palmed, already feeling the embarrassment this would bring.

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Heyyyy bestie I love your fics. I die for them. I was wondering if I can make a request for Eddie Munson x innocent reader . Where the reader is with Eddie and finds some cookies in a baggie in the fridge . Little does she know they are edibles . She eats almost the whole bag and starts to feel funny and she’s high and Eddie freaks out because she had so many and cares for her while she’s high . ☺️☺️☺️ I hope that made sense lol

Aww I'm so happy you like my fics!! Thank you sm!! But ahhhhh this idea is so cute!!! He would be so adorable taking care if his partner imma cry.

Summary: Y/n finds Eddie's stash, and Eddie has to take care of them.

Warnings: Mentions of vomiting, very briefly though, fluff rlly.

The only time pronouns are used for y/n is when Eddie says "She'll". Pronouns aren't stated any other time as I try to keep my writings as inclusive as possible!💕

Request are open and welcomed! And to those who are waiting for me to respond to yours, I promise they are coming haha!

You were unbelievably bored. Eddie's hellfire campaign was tonight and it seemed like he'd been gone for hours. With not much to do in his small trailer besides watch tv and sleep, you preoccupied your time with snooping through him and his uncles belongings. Really any of his uncle's things were already out on display for all to see as he didn't have his own bedroom. The trailer was a one room, and Eddie occupied that space. And as far as Eddie's, there was nothing you hadn't seen already.

Defeated, you retreated back to the usual time killer, eating.

Browsing through the dimly lit kitchen, none of the food items caught your eye. Most of the food was frozen dinner meals or canned goods, nothing special, nothing that quite caught your attention.

Once again defeated, you began to walk out of the kitchen before light deflecting off a plastic bag above the fridge caught your eye. You stood on your tip toes to reach the bag, curious as to why it was hidden behind dusty boxes of off-brand cereal that hadn't been touched in months.

You were pleasantly surprised to find out it was cookies. You were confused as to why they would be hidden, but finally came to the conclusion Eddie hid them so he wouldn't have to share.

You plopped down on the couch and turned the tv on, after flicking through random channels you settled on the show "Growing pains." Not a particular favorite of yours, but it would do until Eddie could come back and entertain you.

Pulling a cookie from the plastic bag you immediately noticed a difference. They seemed intensely dry, and crumbled a lot easier than most chocolate chips cookies would, but you brushed it off as them most likely being stale from laying around.

As time went on, the more you enjoyed the show, and the more you lost track of just how many cookies you had eaten. When a commercial break interrupted your laughter, you finally took a moment to glance down at the bag, now seeing there was only 3 left out of the original dozen. You felt slightly bad for eating all his snacks, but just told yourself you'd buy him more.

You were a little shocked by your lack of guilt, as usually something like that would make you feel terrible. But you were once again distracted by the tv program coming back on.

My god when did growing pains get so funny. You thought to yourself.

Seeing Eddie's headlights shine through the front window, you got up to unlock the front door for him. As you kept it locked at most times due to everything that's happened in Hawkins with the mysterious murders and such.

When you stood up, your legs felt like jelly, causing a slight tickling feeling that made you laugh. Reaching for the door handle, the coolness of the metal also amused you.

"Sorry I'm late sweetheart." Eddie cooed, walking in, and kicking his dirty, white sneakers off.

(I had to do the "sorry I'm late" thing I'm sorry💀)

"Sorry I'm late sweetheart." You mocked his words in a silly tone, not in a mean way, but playful.

He slightly chuckled at you, but you seemed to find it a million times funnier than he did, as you were doubled over laughing.

Eddie raised his eyebrow, confused as to why you were so playful at this time of night. Maybe you were delirious from exhaustion, he assumed.

He moved past your position on the ground over to the couch. A loud gasp from his direction made you turn your head towards him.

"Y/n did you eat these?" He questioned in an alarmed voice, holding up the bag of almost gone cookies.

"'m sorry, I got a little carried away" you giggled, "I'll buy you more."

His face fell even farther than where it was before.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. What am I gonna do? She'll be fine, I'm sure of it! It was only, 1..2..3..9 pot cookies, oh my god." He was rambling and pacing back and forth, using his fingers to calculate how many you'd eaten.

A light whirring in your mind silenced him out as the room began to spin. Your once giggly attitude, was now violently ill.

Feeling the contents of your stomach bubbling up, you scurried into the bathroom only a few feet away. Eddie heard this, and quickly followed behind, putting a hand up to stop the bathroom door you attempted to shut behind you.

You felt Eddie's ringed hands gather up your hair so it didn't get in the way. And when there was nothing left in you to come up, He quickly got you a glass of water. Rubbing your back as you chugged it like you'd been in a drought for months.

"What the hell was that?" You sighed, panting.

"You just ate pot cookies." He replied in a sing song tone.

"What?! That's a thing?" You questioned, snapping your head to look at him.

"Of course it is! You can put weed in pretty much anything if you use some creativity."

Panic started to set in. You had never done anything to do with weed. Despite have a drug dealer boyfriend, you were as straight edge as they came.

"Wait, will I be okay?!" You frantically asked.

"Of course." He said matter of factly, raising a hand to wave at you as if you were silly for asking.

"I can't like overdose can I? No that has to be a thing its a drug. Oh my god am I gonna die?!" Your voice became more and more panicked after every word.

"Yes baby, I promise you'll be okay. No ones ever died from to much weed. At least not that I've heard of. You'll feel loopy for a little bit but you'll be fine, trust me. I've taken more than that in one sitting before." He chuckled, looking down seeming remembering something behind the last sentence.

You only nodded your head in response.

"C'mon, lets go lay down. Its pretty late."

"No!" You were quick to protest his suggestion. "What if, what if something happens and I don't wake up." You were always great at assuming the worst possible outcomes.

He frowned, "Baby, you're not gonna NOT wake up. But if you don't feel comfortable going to sleep how about we watch tv?"

You nodded your head in agreement once again.

You layed with your head in his lap, while one of his hands rested on your side, and the other played with your hair. With you still slightly high, you giggled constantly until you finally dozed off.

After noticing your deep slumber, he decided to carry you to the bedroom. Even through all the movements, and his failed attempts to move you as gently as possible. You were still knocked out cold when you hit the bed.

He chuckled at your weed-comatose state.

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Hmm Eddie's girlfriend being nervous to open up to him about her mental health issues (maybe depression or bipolar)

♥️

Forever // E.M

I loved writing this so much, I hope you like it! Thank you for the request.

Summary: With your mental health at an all-time low, you find yourself at Eddie's doorstep.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of depression, angst kinda?

You had no clue how you got here. But you were standing outside of Eddie’s trailer in the middle of the pouring rain at midnight.

You felt like you were losing your mind, you didn’t know if it was some sort of breakdown or what, but all you knew was you needed comfort. Not just from anyone, but from Eddie.

You raised your trembling hand to knock on the door of Eddie's trailer. Slowly gaining awareness of just how cold it was outside. You started to feel embarrassed for coming here, what were you going to tell him, you seemed crazy.

"Y/n?" Eddie's groggy voice immediately warmed your heart as his trailer door slowly opened.

"What the hell? Are you okay? Get in here!" He reached his arms out to pull you into his trailer, out of the rain, closing the door behind you. "Are you hurt?" He asked frantically searching your body to make sure there were no wounds.

"No, Eddie, I'm okay." You sniffled.

"Then what the hell are you doing here sweetheart?" He pulled you into his arms, stroking your soaked hair.

"I don't know." You merely whispered into his chest.

"You don't know? Here, let's sit down." He said pulling you over to the couch and sitting you down so he can kneel in front of you. He reached for the blanket sitting on the back of the couch to drape around your trembling body.

"Did something happen?" He questioned with his voice slightly breaking as he hated seeing you like this, so damaged and he didn't know why.

You couldn't respond, too embarrassed to even look him in the face, you looked everywhere in his trailer but the brunette sitting in front of you.

"C'mon baby, you can talk to me." He lifted a hand to guide your face back to his.

"I just feel like I'm going crazy." The tears you were trying so hard to conceal came spilling out.

"Hey, shh, it's okay baby." He wrapped one hand around you while the other held onto the back of your head while it was buried in his chest.

"I feel so stupid." You muttered.

"Don't say that." He said pulling back to look you in the eyes. "You have no reason to feel that way."

"I've always been this way, self-critical, pessimistic." You sniffled, "I've been in and out of half the counselors in this state, and the only thing they all can agree on is I'm fucked. I can't ever seem to be truly happy, and when I am, I'm in this strange state of mania where I don't quite trust what I'm feeling."

"Sweetheart," He whispered, tilting his head to the side with a pained look on his face.

"I never wanted you to see me like this, broken, and fragile. I don't want you to see me differently "

"How else could I see you?" He almost looked as if he was tearing up himself. "How could I see anything else but the most beautiful soul ever created." He placed his hands on either side of your face, with his face only inches from yours.

"You mean everything to me, and for whatever it's worth, I'll always be here." He placed a light kiss on your forehead, "Always."

"Always?" You repeated in the form of confirmation.

"Forever."

You couldn't say anything else, all you could do was wonder how you got so lucky, and about how much you loved him. Your heart felt like it was swelling ten times its normal size, but no longer from pain, but from love.

"Let's get you out of these clothes, your gonna catch a cold." He stood up placing his hand in yours to lead you back to his bedroom.

You sat on his bed while he rummaged through his drawers to find something for you to put on.

"Here, lift your arms." He told you, placing the clothes he'd picked out onto the bed next to you.

As he undressed you, he was as gentle as he'd ever been, looking at you with such love. Not lust, but love, something you'd never seen before.

As you curled up onto him in his bed, you realized, this wasn't puppy love, this was love. You felt as happy and free as you'd ever felt when you laid beside him.

"You okay?" He questioned, noticing you hadn't tried sleeping yet.

"I love you, Eddie." You blurted, not paying any mind to his original question.

"I love you too Y/n." He placed a kiss on your head. "Now go to sleep, I'll be right here when you wake up."

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Nightmares

This was a request!! I would’ve posted the original ask with this but I can’t find it anywhere. So sorry anon, but hope you like it!!

Summary: Your encounter with Vecna has left you traumatized and scarred. Riddled with nightmares, Eddie stays by your side every night.

Warnings: None really, curses I think? Just fluff!

Requests are open!

No specific pronouns are used!

It's been one month since the incident in the upside-down, and I don't think I've had one good night's rest since. Every night I wake up screaming in a cold sweat from a nightmare. And due to this, I don't think Eddie's gotten a solid night's rest either. Having to calm me down and bring me back to the real world every time. I feel bad, but at the same time, selfishly, I wouldn't want it any different. He's the only person who can make me feel safe. When his toned arms wrap tightly around me, and my face buries in his tousled hair. I feel as though no one could hurt me. There, at that moment, I'm safe.

"You alright?" Eddie questioned, breaking me from my thoughts.

I had barely touched the dinner that he so kindly made. The dinner was in fact a frozen dinner that I'm not a hundred percent sure was even real meat. But that wasn't the reason for my loss of appetite.

The sun was almost completely set, indicating nighttime was approaching. Meaning in a few short hours I'd be screaming bloody murder.

"Yep." I replied plainly, picking my fork up to poke at the meal and pretend I was interested.

"C'mon you know you can talk to me." He said, dragging his voice out on C'mon. Reaching a hand out to touch mine resting on the table.

"I'm just sick of having nightmares." I sighed, tossing my fork down.

He frowned in response to my frustration, letting out a sigh himself. Not sure what to say.

"I know what'll cheer you up," He grinned standing up from his seat. "That corny ass movie you made me rent yesterday." He laughed, making his way around the table to place his hands on my shoulders.

"Hey! The Karate Kid is not corny!" I protested. Turning my head around to pout at him.

"Yeah right," He chuckled, "Go get the movie ready and I'll pop some popcorn. Okay?" He stated, kissing the top of my head.

After I popped the movie into the VHS player I plopped down on the couch and waited. I could slightly see Eddie in the kitchen area humming to himself and playing air guitar while he waited for the popcorn. God, I love that dork.

"Alright, you ready?" He asked sitting down next to me and placing the popcorn in my lap.

I curled up onto his chest as the movie played. Felling the vibrations of his chest as he laughed mockingly at the film. Hitting his chest playfully when he would make fun of it.

Despite this though, the movie merely seemed to lull me to sleep. And I was snoring before I knew it.

So there I was again.

In the upside-down.

I see the same opening in the fog with Eddie on the other side, sitting alone and crying. I attempt to run but my legs feel as though I'm an infant who has only recently learned to walk. And no matter how far I run, the opening gets farther and farther away.

With a swift move, Vecna's vines attach to my legs and pull my feet from under me. As I'm being drug backward towards my doom I yell for Eddie. Praying maybe somehow he could hear me.

"Eddie! Eddie, please hear me! Eddie! Help me!"

"Y/n!"

Holy shit, can he hear me?

"Y/n! wake up!"

Oh shit.

"Y/n are you awake!" He asked, frantically pushing the hair from my face.

"Oh Eddie," I quietly whimpered, burying my face in his neck. Both relieved and disturbed it was only a dream.

"Shh, it's okay, it was just a dream." He reassured me, stroking my hair with the hand that wasn't wrapped around my waist.

I couldn't say anything back, I just sobbed into him while he held me tighter and tighter.

"That thing will never get to you ever again, you hear me? Never." He said pulling my face away from his neck to look at me.

"Okay, yeah." I sniffled.

As I started to catch my bearings I realized we were no longer in the living room but instead occupied the space of Eddie's bedroom.

"How'd we get in here?" I questioned, looking back at him while wiping my tear-soaked cheeks.

"I carried you in here, didn't think you'd wanna spend the night on the couch." He laughed. And I stared in amusement at him.

I sighed before leaing back into him while wrapping my arm around his neck and gently pulled back on him as I laid down. Settling in as I laid on his chest.

"I love you Eddie" I said quitley.

"I love you too sweetheart." He replied, running one hand up and down my side while the other played with my hair. "Go to sleep, I'll be right here."

I quickly fell asleep, but to my surprise I didn't have anymore nightmares. No upside down, no Vecna, just me and Eddie.

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150 Random Writing Prompts

There’s some fluff, some smut, some angst, and some funny prompts all mashed up from a bunch of prompt lists I’ve found. Absolutely none of these prompts came from me, I just threw a bunch of ones I liked together. 

“Come over here and make me.”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Kiss me.”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Just once.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“I fucking hate you”

“He’s dead, again.”

“It’s hard to get used to…” “what is?” “Being someone that someone cares for…”

“The first time you smiled it felt like the universe aligned.”

“It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…”

“Let me do this, please.”

you’re not as funny as you think you are

i’m just getting comfy

just because you can doesn’t mean you should

how don’t you know the difference between your left and right?

thank you for being in my life

text me when you’re home

you are such a nerd

why are you so cold?

stop laughing at me

you were put on this earth to give me a headache

you’re ticklish

can we go home yet?

you are a terrible influence

one of us is clearly smarter than the other

you need some sleep

how have you survived this long by yourself?

are you just quoting song lyrics?

i’m only here for the dog

sleep is for the weak

that was you?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“What? I have never-”

“I do not have an answer for you.”

“In my defense, I really wanted to.”

“At least I didn’t break any laws.”

“What did you do this time?”

“How do we get out?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Just marry me already.”

“Did I stutter?”

“Did I just say that out loud?”

“H-How long have you been standing there?”

“I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.”

“Is that what you call an apology?”

“Is there anything you want to tell me?”

“Somebody’s in love!”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.”

“I’m never leaving…I promise.”

“Uh, am I interrupting?”

“I like you, like like you like you.”

“Be my Valentine?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“God, I love you.”

“You’re so fucking cute.”

“Stop being a fucking prick.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

“You’re my everything.”

“I love seeing you smile.”

“i’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“ i can’t get enough of you.”

“i like being close to you. you’re warm.”

“i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.”

“is this okay?”

“this is a one time thing.”

“you know where to find me.”

“you’re really good at that.”

“here’s my hotel room number.”

“don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”

“Wanna join?”

“Stop doing that”

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”

“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

“ i think i might be in some kind of love with you.”

“say you want me, and i’m yours.”

“you need a place to stay for the night”

“i want to taste you”

“i love it when you talk dirty

“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”

“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”

“i don’t know what to do” “then let me teach you”

“i forgot my towel”

“this feels dirty” “that’s because it is”

“don’t cover you’re face, i want to see you”

“are you sure about this?”

“ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn”

“do you want help with that?”

“im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”

“bend over the desk love”

“is that my shirt?”

“my mother adores you.”

“is that a drawing of me?”

“i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”

“i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”

“stop looking at me like that!”

“i didn’t know you could sing.”

“you weren’t supposed to hear that!”

“you wrote me a song?”

“i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”

“this isn’t adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you.”

“do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

“Take my jacket, it’s cold”

“My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes”

“I’m not going anywhere”

“fuck you.” - “when?”

“no one’s ever made me feel like this.”

“here, let me help you.”

“we’re quite literally fugitives of the state.” - “so no pizza?”

“you’re insane.” - “people keep telling me that.”

“you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.”

“i told you i’d come home to you.”

“i’ll keep you safe.”

“i’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you.”

“i didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“please never stop smiling.”

“Touch yourself for me.”

“Shut up and take your pants off.”

“Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

“How are you this perfect?”

“I’ve waited so long for this.”

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

“Just let me finish this/this level and I swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

“Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..” “Want some help?”

“Tell me again.”

“I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.”

“I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

“Stop distracting me.”

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For Whom The Bell Tolls

Summary: When Vecna's curse gets a hold of you, there is only one song, Eddie knows for sure could save you.

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, fluff.

No specific pronouns are stated ;)

Any advice on my writing is welcomed and appreciated!

"Dustin? Wheeler? Anyone? Fuck!"

Eddie shouted, tossing the walkie-talkie to the side.

The crew has been gone for an unusual amount of time now, and Eddies freaked out. We were in the main house but ended up back in the boat house after Eddie heard a noise and got spooked. That noise was in fact a squirrel, but Eddie insisted on staying in hiding.

"Eddie," I started, reaching my hand to place on his shoulder, careful not to startle him, "I'm sure everything’s fine, Steve and Dustin are probably just arguing and can't hear the walkie."

"I don't know-" He started, then stopped, once he was facing me, and his once slightly worried expression became extremely worried. "Y/N, your nose." he motioned to my face.

I reached a hand up to touch my nose and felt a cold liquid coming from it. Looking down to inspect my hand, I discovered it was blood. My blood.

I had been having nosebleeds all week, I assumed it was due to the dry weather and my roommate's tendency to never turn the AC off, especially at night. But then the headaches started to come, followed by the nightmares. Terrible nightmares.

I tried not to think too much Into it.

I lifted my head to look at Eddie only to be met with an empty space he previously occupied.

"Eddie?" I called out, frantically looking around, afraid he might have gotten spooked and ran off again.

Then I heard it.

The chime.

I had been hearing it all week. I thought I was just going crazy. It was the sound of a grandfather clock. I knew that because when I was small my grandmother had one in her home. It was over 100 years old and ragged. It always made me feel uneasy, as if the hands of the clock were going to jump through the glass window and strangle me while simultaneously deafening me with the chime.

I shook my head, attempting to escape the thoughts, and peaked out the window, trying to see if I could see Eddie anywhere.

With no luck, I decided to venture to the house, hoping to find Eddie there. As I walked through the wooded area, every branch that broke beneath my step seemed to become louder and louder. It felt as if the tree branches were replaced with bones.

As I turned the corner of the house, my heart started to pound faster. As if I was walking right into my own doom. I creeped my hand out to push the half opened screen door open, and there it was again.

The clocks chime.

Only this time the chime was much louder than any other time before. My body went into complete shock as I heard a low voice growl the words.

“Y/N, It’s so nice to see you”

Eddie’s POV

I couldn’t understand what was happening, one-second y/n was trying to reassure me and the next she was standing frozen while her eyes rolled in the back of her head. She was doing the same thing Chrissy did before that thing killed her.

I couldn’t let that happen to y/n. I’ve been a coward my whole fucking life but for this once I had to do something. I couldn’t lose her to this thing.

But I didn’t know what the hell to do. All I could possibly do was cling to her body while crying and begging her to wake up, to not leave me.

Then I remembered something Steve mentioned.

When max was in the boat house her headphones were playing a song constantly on repeat. I asked why and Steve said when someone loves a song, it can be used as some sort of a lifeline from the upside down to the normal world.

I scrambled to grab y/n’s cassette player that was laying on the couch before dumping a bag of tapes out and spreading them across the floor. Frantically searching for one in particular, the one I knew would for sure be her lifeline.

I popped it in the cassette player and jammed the chord connected to the headphones into the headphone jack. As I rushed back over to y/n, I feared I was too late, as her body started levitating. I leaped forward, grabbing her and pinning her to the ground. With my one arm wrapped around her waist tightly, I used the other to place the headset on her head and hit play.

I buried my face in her neck as I started to hear the song bleed out from the headphones.

For Whom The Bell Tolls was playing.

Your POV

As the evil slimy creature picked me up off the ground, I could feel my life coming to a close. They say when you die your life flashes before your eyes. But all I could think about or see was Eddie.

His beautiful smile, his sweet voice. How he hated when I gave him compliments in front of people because his cheeks would turn the brightest shade of red every time. How badass he looked playing his guitar. And how I was leaving him alone and scared.

I let a single tear fall from my eyes as I closed them. Expecting to never open them again.

When I heard a chime.

Not the normal chime I’ve been hearing from a grandfather clock, the chime of a bell ringing.

I knew that bell anywhere, it was the beginning of,

For Whom The Bell Tolls

I was starstruck, I had managed to win tickets to a Metallica show and was standing in front of James, Kirk, Lars, and Cliff. The group of men who’s music I lived and breathed.

I was so distracted by the band that the fact I was in the middle of a mosh pit slipped my mind. My eyes that were once on the band, were now staring at the ceiling of the arena the show was being held in as I lay on my back.

“Shit! Shit! Jesus H Christ!”

A man half-shouted from somewhere near in the crowd.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry.”

The man panted, now standing over me with a hand reached out for me.

I took his help with standing up, I couldn’t see much besides teased hair and pyro but when the lights flickered onto the crowd I saw one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen.

His perfectly curled and tossed dusky brunette hair shined in the lights of the show. His beautifully sculpted face, his lips contorted into a perfect smile. All left me in a daze.

“Sorry, that was my fault, I got a little too excited.” he chuckled, breaking me from my trance.

I opened my mouth to say something to him but was quickly distracted by James, the lead singer’s, voice booming through the mic.

“This next song is titled For Whom The Bell Tolls!”

He announced

The whole arena erupted, and mine and the man’s eyes lit up.

“This is my favorite song!” We both exclaimed simultaneously while grinning at each other.

“Holy shit we are like totally gonna be best friends but after this song! The names Eddie by the way!” He told me before turning his attention back to the stage a throwing devil horns up in the air.

That was our song, a strange pick I know. But it was what made us fall in love. Plus he claims he hates love songs despite singing along anytime I put one on.

My eyes shifted past the creature in front of me to an opening in the red clouds. Between the red fog, I could see Eddie crying while holding me. I could almost hear him.

“Please come back.”

Is all he kept blubbering.

My heart felt as though it was cracking into a million pieces. All I wanted to do was hold him and run my fingers through his long hair. I had to get to him.

With my arms and legs pinned to the structure behind me, I was left with only one possible weapon.

My teeth.

With the creature's long skinny hand reaching only a few inches from my face, I was able to reach and bite onto one of its fingers. I could’ve never prepared myself for the taste. It tasted like every single disgusting taste in the world thrown together, just burnt. I shook my head back and forth biting down harder, when I heard the skin ripping and felt the finger detach from the creature's hand.

It let out an ear-splitting scream and everything let go at once as it staggered backward.

I fell to the ground on my hands and knees immediately, I looked up to make sure the opening was still there and I wasn’t imagining things. It was. Eddie was still holding me, and our song was still playing. But now there was an extra voice, it was Eddie’s humming along to the song.

I got up and ran.

Ran as fast as I possibly could, I didn’t look back or think about that creature, I just kept running. I could hear it screaming and running towards me. But I couldn’t stop, I had to get out. I narrowed my vision in on Eddie. I focused on our song. And my heart beat picked up, my fear vanished, and my feet ran faster than ever before.

There I was, in the boat house, in Eddie’s arms.

“Eddie?” I questioned reaching a hand up to touch his face, not quite sure if this was real or not.

His head that was previously buried in the crook of my neck shot up. Frantically searching my face for confirmation that I was in fact back in the real world.

“Oh my god!” He choked out, burying his face back into my neck.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here now.” I ran my fingers through his slightly knotted hair, placing a kiss to his head.

“I was so afraid. I thought- I thought- ” he stammered now facing me upright again, cupping my face with his soft hands.

“You saved me.” I said, pulling a hand up to touch his hand now placed upon my face.

He scoffed, and looked down.

“I was gone. I had already made my amends with death when I heard our song. And I saw you. I knew I had to fight. For you”

His head shot back up, his eyes now filled with love, “I love you y/n, more than anything. I can’t possibly describe what you mean to me.”

“same,” I spoke in a low voice with a soft grin. Placing a light kiss to his lips, while his arms tightened around me. Savoring the feeling and the taste now that I know how quickly this could all be gone.

After pulling apart we paused for a moment, just to look into each others loving eyes.

“Are we interrupting something?” Dustin asked in a sarcastic tone with a huge grin.

I was so wrapped up in the moment I didn’t notice the door opening.

Eddie laughed a sarcastic chuckle and raised his middle finger.

“Okay well, now you’re not getting these spaghetti O’s!” Dustin said in a high-pitched tone, walking back out of the door.

“You wanna help me kill this son of a bitch?” Eddie questioned jokingly with a grin turning his attention back to me.

“Of course.” I laughed

“Well cmon,” he said standing up reaching a hand to help me up, “let’s go get our spaghetti O’s back sweetheart.” He laughed, looking down at me.

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