♱𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰♱ {Eddie Munson x reader smut}

𝟝. ¡¿ʇɐɥM

"You know how people say Hawkins is...cursed?" Dustin continued. My levels of confusion rising through the roof at this point. "They're not....way off." Dustin wobbled his head a bit. "There's another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins." He explained. "I'm sorry what?!" I whispered to Robin and Steve who gave no reply. What the fuck is he talking abouuuut? "Sometimes, it...bleeds into ours." Now we're getting somewhere. "We talkin ab the fuckin spirit realm or something?" I was at least somewhat starting to understand what Dustin was saying. "Yeah, like ghosts and shit?" Eddie said glancing up at me for a quick second before looking back towards Dustin. "There are somethings way worse than ghosts." Max cut in. "These monsters, from this other world." Dustin carried on. "We thought that they were gone...but they've come back before. That's why we needed to find you." Dustin gave further details. "If they're back again..." he trailed off. "We need to know." Max finished. "That night did you see...anything?" Robin inquired. "Dark particles, maybe?" Max added. Eddie shook his head no. "It would almost look like dust, swirling dust." Dustin described. "No, man. There was nothing you could see, or touch." Eddie explained once more. "You know, I tried to wake her up. She couldn't move. It was like she...she was in a trance or something." Eddie turned his gaze towards his feet in shame I could tell it was eating him up inside. "Or under a spell." Dustin's face lit up for a moment as Eddie looked up from his feet. "A curse..." his eyes widened and quietly fell on Dustin. "Vecna's curse." Dustin continued. "What the fuck is a Vecna?" I asked looking around for someone to respond. "yeah, that's what I was about to say." Steve leaned over and whispered. "He's an undead creature of, great power." Dustin stared off. "A spell caster." Eddie looked at us tears still trying to escape from his big brown eyes. "A dark wizard." I could hear the anxiety levels rising in Dustin's voice. Eddie's jaw dropped slightly at the realization of how bad this was.

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"It's late. We should really get going." Steve stated while standing up from his chair. "You guys are seriously just going leave me here while some fuckin psycho wizard dude from another world is out killing kids in this bitch?!" Eddie yelled as jumped up in protest. "Sorry dude, Steve's right. With everything going on our parents are going to kill us if we don't get home." Dustin placed an arm on his back. "We'll come back for you tomorrow ok?" He gave him a small pat.

"I could stay." I suggested hoping gran was somehow oblivious and hadn't seen the news. Eddie looked up at me in utter confusion and then to Steve for some reason. "I mean,only if you want me to." I panicked slightly. "No. Stay, please..." I could hear the desperation in his voice. He looked up making heavy eye contact with me for maybe the second time since we found him. "O-okay, um..." My nerves got the better of me. "Robin, Steve? Could the both of you run to my trailer? I have some old sleeping bags at the top of my closet. You guys know where I hide the key to the safe under my bed, bring me the whole safe." I said as they reluctantly agreed. I dropped my backpack on the table and began rummaging through it. "Uh, some fresh beers would be kinda nice." Eddie shrugged leaning back in his chair. "And some beers for Sir Eddie the Banished." I laughed as they made their way out. "Eddie The Banished? I like that." The dark curly haired boy tilted his head to the side with a smile.

We sat awkwardly in silence for a few moments. I was anxiously picking at my fingers when Eddie cleared his throat. "Uh, thank you..." he paused for a moment. "For staying with me." He looked up fixing his gaze on mine.

"Oh u-uh, it's really no problem..." I quickly looked back down at the floor. "Ca-can I ask you something?" He said standing up from his seat. "Uh...sure, y-yeah go ahead." I stuttered my face getting heated from embarrassment. "Why are you with that guy?" He leaned on a wooden post folding his arms with eyes glued to me. "Wait- what?" My face scrunched. "Sorry, I know I'm kinda overstepping here. Steve The Hair Harrington, I mean he's kinda a-"