Eddie Munson x Shy Reader - Sweet
♡Summary- You've always thought you were too soft for Eddie, but your mind often played tricks on you.
The morning sun bled gentle rays past your kitchen window, illuminating the once darkened sky. An assortment of doves gathered on the beech tree, chattering upon its branches. The paper boy had delivered most of his rounds, his satchel becoming ever lighter. The old women set out their flowery dresses, preparing for the Church Service.
You steadily stirred at the pale mixture; your hands aglow in summery light. Once every bubble had been chased away, you plopped a finger inside, checking its taste. Nodding in complete approval. Next, you let the butter dance upon the pan, before finally hearing the sweet sizzle of batter. You made six, plush pancakes, wrapping them up in cloth before setting them inside your bag, before setting off on your journey.
You lived quite close to the trailer park, a short walk through a woodland trail and you found yourself in Eddie’s neighborhood. You wouldn't usually visit him in the morning; however, his uncle Wayne was out of town for a couple of weeks so you wanted to make sure he was okay. of course, he could take care of himself; he has been doing that for a very long-time, you would never belittle him like this. After all, he deals drugs and dives into mash pits, not flowery mornings and fluffy pancakes. Your worries took over, swarming your thoughts and good intentions, you suddenly felt like such an outsider in a place you consider a haven. Your mind would never be at peace, constantly drumming on hundreds of possibilities, one of them being that maybe... maybe you were not Eddies' ideal partner.
Being trapped in your woes, you hadn't registered the open door. That is until you felt pressure on the end of your nose.
“Hellooo, earth to Y/N” his ashen voice called, roping you back to the present. Your eyes flashed like that of a midnight deer, caught at the road. Eddie leaned against his doorframe, removing a finger from your nose and lending you an amused smile.
“Hi” you replied quietly, peering at the bag in your hands. Eddie welcomed you to his humble abode, removing the array of clothes on his couch before the both of you sat down.
“You don’t usually come this early” he commented, propping his feet up on the table.
“Yeah, I um, wanted to see you” You timidly spoke, words soft like falling snow. Eddie felt his chest warm.
“I'm not complaining! My doll is always welcomed” he beamed, drawing a blush from your cheeks. You sat in a silent moment, contemplating the contents of your bag. You clutched at the fabric; the all too familiar butterflies flooded your stomach. It would be a shame for your effort to be in vain.
“A-actually” you called, meeting his mahogany gaze. You lifted the container from your bag, placing it in your lap. “I made these for you” You outstretched the pancakes, ducking to hide your reddened face. Eddie gently took them, removing the lid and setting his gaze upon airy pastries, dusted in sugar and care. Eddie felt his heart melt like candle wax, someone had made these for him. Someone had taken the time to do something thoughtful for him! Eddie Munson. That, someone, was you. Sweet Y/N.
You hadn't dared to raise your gaze, slightly kneading at your legs, much like the bread you often baked.
“Aren't you precious” Eddie clasped your face in his calloused hands, gently smushing your cheeks against his palms. Your face was painted scarlet, as he gave you a honeyed smile. He pressed his nose against your own, letting out a slight, amused snicker. Eddie and Y/N, the rough and the soft, the loud and the quiet. Only God knew what made you such a perfect pair, whatever it was, you couldn't be happier as your worries were chased away. Temporarily, of course, those tyrants were quite the mighty foe. However, they could never stand a chance against, Eddie Munson, certified rockstar and lover.
You pressed your forehead to him, your eyes boring into his own. Love was brewing, like a warm cup of tea, on a cold winter's eve.
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Eddie Munson x Shy Reader - Fear
♡Summary - Eddie worries about what the future holds but you reassure him that you will be there.
The evening sun bled honeyed rays against the world, setting the forest aglow in amber. You gazed towards it, an ocean of trees stood proud upon a hill, basking in a summer afternoon. The sky was painted fondant pink, decorated with tangerine clouds and paper-white doves. Your mother often joked that this was why you came home so late, not because of parties or boyfriends, but because you had your ‘head stuck in the clouds. She was half right, but not only were you bewitched by the sky, but also by a certain someone.
You padded through the streets, a maze of quaint suburban houses, tightly knight together by small, winding roads and pretty mothers with synthetic smiles. You often felt slightly out of place, as a wooden doll is placed next to a plastic one, one made from raw and natural materials, the other fake but ultimately shinier and newer so therefore better. You shook your head, halting your thoughts from dampening your mood. After all, something good was to come from these unhallowed grounds.
You turned into your neighborhood's playground, setting foot against the pale sand. The steel monkey bars and ruby slide both hooded in a veil of apricot light. The place held not a soul as every child was summoned to their houses before the boogie man could snatch them and before their dinner grew cold. You decided to head to the play set, clambering up into the entrance of the slide. This was the castle where you would await your Romeo.
The sky faded from rose to violet, the sun releasing its rays so the moon could smother the world in stygian and stars. By now you had moved to the swing, quietly swaying as you awaited him. The land was quiet, lit by the mellow glow of suburban houses and awash in the sound of gentle crickets and the moonlit breeze. You found comfort in the night, its silence and beauty calming your woes, an escape from the perpetual hum of the day. As your legs pushed into a high swing, you felt someone catch your back. You jumped from your skin as you felt the sudden halt.
“Hey” an all too familiar voice had finally arrived, your heart beat returned.
“Eddie!” you beamed whilst turning around. He lent you a summery smile.
“Sorry I'm late, Gareth needed a ride home” he explained, gently pushing you.
“No worries” you gave him a timid smile, returning your gaze to the world in front of you. The night only continued to darken, releasing an infinity of stars into the inky sky. You both discussed your day, describing how lately, life has put you through the wringer and how the ever-looming specter of fear haunts Hawkins. But between the two of you, you managed to crack jokes and make light of things. That is until Eddie brought up his current predicament, you could tell his spirit had sunken.
“I can't be held back another year Y/N, I have to make it this year” His voice shook with worry. Eddie didn't dare reveal his anxiety to his friends, for them he was an anchor, happy-go-lucky Eddie. But with you, he allowed his façade to crack. You were one of the only people who listened to him like this and helped him with his grades. “What am I gonna do when you go off to uni and I'm still stuck here” With each push, you felt the force lessen, until finally coming to a weak stop.
“Y/N, I'm screwed” he was truly afraid, his friends, his girlfriend, his whole world was moving on without him all because he couldn't catch up with school, soon he would be alone, left in a club full of little kids who just see him as a big oaf who would always stay in high school with them. This thought was unbearable.
“Eddie” You called; he raised his gaze to the back of your head.
“This is your year” you repeated his fond quote. “You’ve worked so hard, studying and pushing yourself. You can't worry about what will happen, because it hasn't happened yet, you can only continue to work hard now and know that you tried your best” You paused, lifting your head towards the twilit sky. “Everyone believes in you, Hellfire does, uncle Wayne does and I do, so don’t let the fire die now, what happened to your spark!” you turned around, smiling at him, eyes matching the starry sky. Your shyness returned, now faced with his umber gaze, you worried you had upset him.
Eddie brought his calloused hands up the chains, twisting them so that you faced him. You felt his warm palms against your knuckles, squeezing them gently, you recalled the frozen touch of each steel ring. Finally, he bent down to your height, his face close. Your heart began to quicken pace, cheeks painted in rose.
“I still got it”
He guided his lips to your own, pushing gently whilst still hanging on to the metal chains. His lips were slightly rougher than yours, but together it felt nothing short of soft. Due to your timid nature, the two of you often refrained from kissing, but sometimes, what words couldn't express, a kiss could perfectly.
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Shutter [Jonathan Byers] Stranger Things I - Prologue (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/351121983-shutter-jonathan-byers-stranger-things-i-prologue?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=marcilineemogirl&wp_originator=crdZEGd9acb%2B8qwvAWvPNxQWHtOUajhifanN5bqf04jEEEPErPzBMNnG2xm%2B6yN0uHLxDYvMlY19WGA8szc9s2kOaIHk8j4vYM7I4190OHyt%2BCH7PiMMDPDZ%2BBMoFWeV [#201 in FanFiction November 3rd 2017] [This is Book I; Book II is "Shatter": https://www.wattpad.com/story/127653346-shatter-jonathan-byers-stranger-things-ii ] Follow Emilia Roth through her struggle to get through high school unnoticed. With a dark past, she struggles to maintain composure and neglects the relationship with her father, which has completely dissipated and turned sour. When she begins failing courses, she looks for a tutor and finds herself asking Jonathan Byers, with whom she shares Photography class with. As she gets to know Jonathan, she realizes that there is more to him than she ever knew. He may be the only person who can pick up her broken pieces, but will she allow him to fix her or will she push him away? This story will be based before the events of Stranger Things, and eventually lead into the plot of the show. [Based on the Netflix Original Stranger Things, created by the Duffer Brothers. All characters from the show and the story of the show belong to the creators. Emilia Roth is my own character. ] Cover was created by AFleetingDream_91
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