warnings:STRANGER THINGS S4 SPOILERSsleeping over, mentions of alcohol, tension, i have no clue about anything from dungeons and dragons i am so sorry for trying to describe it
a/nhi this is the long awaited part 2 to my eddie munson fic ‘new’. I am not writing a part 3, sorry guys. Potentially more eddie content coming soon. I really love writing but it is very time consuming and with finals it can be a lot. Thank you guys for 1k followers! that’s crazy. love you all. i love steve so much i am so sad about how y/n treated him in this story
summaryY/N spends the night at Eddie’s house (Sequel to New)
Mike hopped into the back of Eddie’s truck. “Hey Y/N,” he said, greeting you suspiciously. “Didn’t know you knew Ed,” he said, buckling his seatbelt in. “She doesn’t really. Not yet at least,” Eddie said winking at you and backing out of Mike’s driveway. You watched as he grabbed the back of your seat and stretched his neck to look behind him.
Mike gave you an odd look, noticing the heart eyes you had just shooting for him. You gave him an odd look in response, ignoring him.
“The fuck did I miss?” he muttered under his breathe.
You returned to Eddie’s trailer to find the whole game set up. You were nervous. You’ve never heard of this game and didn’t want to seem stupid infront of Eddie. He could sense the nervousness in your eyes and brushed up against your arm. “Don’t worry, I got you.” he whispered, giving you goosebumps. You took a deep breathe and sat at the extra fold chair that was placed next to Eddie.
He sat down dramatically next to you. He stretched his hands out and cracked his neck. “Ready little shits?” he asked. Robin gave you eyes from across the room. Eddie then opened the card and began reading.
He would get so excited during the campaign. Maybe it was the extra adrenaline he had in his system because you were there. Eddie was at his height during the game. His storytelling was descriptive, mysterious, and even got Robin engaged. When he would get his way in the game he would turn to you with the brightest smile. He would grab your shoulders in the excitement and give you side hugs as the game went on. During periods where he was loosing, he would brush his leg up against yours. He also would kick at the souls of your shoes, and you would kick his back. Even at some point of the game he had grabbed ahold of your hand for a brief moment.
It was getting late. You had been sitting here for nearly 5 hours. You only noticed the time when Robin bailed, calling Steve to come get her.
“Which move do you think I should do?” he whispered to you, getting really close to your face. You looked at the cards, unsure of what any of them meant. You squinted, tapping the one on the left with your finger. “Risky,” Eddie seethed through his teeth. “But could work. Let’s try it.”
He then revealed the card, making the boys gasp. “You didn’t,” Mike said, covering his mouth. “Gotta roll over a 17 boys,” Eddie said, stretching an arm around your shoulder. “We got this in the bag now. They don’t have what they need to win,” Eddie said smugly, holding your shoulder tight.
Dustin and Mike looked at eachother and sighed. “Can’t you use the spell?” “The spell isn’t strong enough!” “It might be!” they bickered back and forth. Eddie sat there smiling in all his glory. You yawned, smiling too over the game and subconsciously placed your head on Eddie’s shoulder.
“We’re gonna roll,” Dustin announced, snatching the die from the table and rolling it. It bounced around and finally revealed a 16.
“Dammit!” Dustin yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. Mike’s face crumbled into his hands, sighing in defeat. “How did we let such a noob win?” Mike asked, looking at his watch.
“Shit! My mom’s going to kill me,” he yelled, struggling to throw his belongings back into his bag. “I should be getting home soon too,” Dustin said, following Mike outside.
“Robin’s probably worried,” you said, leaving Eddie’s side for the first time in hours. You felt cold, like something was missing. “I got you,” he said, walking over to his car and opening the side door for you. “M’lady,” he smiled, taking your hand as you jumped into the van.
The music was still soft from when he turned it down before. Dustin was dropped off first. He only lived a few minutes from Eddie. Mike’s house was farther down the road, through the wooded area. The trees were mesmerizing. The soft green color calmed you as the rain began to fall. You periodically heard the squeaking of Eddie’s windshield wipers. When Mike left, you didn’t even register it.
“So, uh, where do you-” Eddie began to ask, but found you asleep next to him. He sighed, looking at you for a moment at a red light. He thought you were so pretty. Eddie was so happy he was able to look in detail, not just in quick glances he was taking in class. The way your eyes fluttered in your sleep. The small freckles on your nose. The tiny scar on your forehead. How your arms folded naturally. The small shallow breaths you took. A car behind him honked, breaking him from his trance. The light had turned green a while ago and he didn’t notice. He avoided all the potholes the best he could and drove extra careful not to bother you. The gravel on the ground in the trailer park made you stir, waking you up enough to become somewhat conscious.
“Hey,” Eddie said, opening the side door and shaking your shoulder lightly. “C’mon.”
Dazed, you followed him into the trailer. He struggled to open the doors and get you into his bedroom without waking you. He threw his clothes off his bed and set you down. Almost immediately, you adapted to your surroundings and buried your face into his pillow.
Eddie sighed, brushing a strand of hair off your face. He covered you up with a blanket and made his way to his couch.
The next morning Eddie lazily woke up. He had heard his Uncle come home, signaling that it was about 6 am. He wandered into the fridge looking for something to eat when he remembered.
You were in his bed.
He dropped the beer he was about to open and rushed to his bedroom. There you were, fast asleep with his blanket in your arms. He internally died a bit there, knowing he hadn’t washed that blanket in a while and it smelt justlike him.
He stood in the doorway unsure of how to wake you. You looked so peaceful. Eddie was running through any ideas in his mind, not noticing you decided to naturally wake up.
“Hello?” you asked, confused. “Oh, hi, uh good morning.” he responded, turning around and pretending he was doing something other than watching you sleep. “Did I not go home?” you asked, yawning and stretching your arms in the air. “You fell asleep in the car so I didn’t know where to take you,” he said, shuffling through his closet to find another outfit to wear for today. “What time is it?” you asked, sitting now criss cross on his bed watching him. “Little after 6,” “Your up early,”
“My uncle comes home around now every day. Used to it,” Eddie shrugged, pulling off his shirt over his head. You lost your breathe for a moment. Mindlessly, Eddie pulled on his hellfire shirt and found you gazing. “Like what you see?” he asked, pushing his sleeves up. “You could say that,” you muttered, rubbing the back of your neck. “I-I should get going. I bet Robin’s worried sick.” “Ah, don’t worry. She called, all good.” Eddie said, lacing up his black boots. “I have a question,” you asked. “Shoot,” “Can I shower here really quick? I never get time to in the morning, Robin always hogs the bathroom.” you yawned.
Eddie was taken back a bit. He didn’t know the state of his bathroom, how possibly musty it was. “It’s not cute but sure, be my guest.” he responded, walking to the hallway closet and throwing you a towel.
The water stayed cold most of the time. You were a bit thrown back by the dust on some of the shampoo bottles. You ditched those and let the water run over you. You were in a shower. His shower. The shower where he probably showered every day (hopefully). Where he was naked.
“No,” you whispered to yourself. You took a deep breathe in and focused on the water. The water that runs over his body.
“God dammit,” you said, pushing those thoughts to the back of your head.
I wonder what he does in here. Oh god, what does he do in here? I can just imagine his rough muscular body with all his tattoos and-
“Shit!” you yelled, banging your head accidentally on the wall.
“You alright in there?” you heard almost immediately. You shut off the water.
“I’m fine!”
You wrapped your hair in the towel, but then remembered he only gave you one. Of course, boy logic. They only use one. You sighed, taking a deep breathe before requesting a shirt from him. Definitely too premature to ask for anything like that, but then again you were in his shower.
Eddie was shocked by this request. He shuffled through his closet trying to find anything that would possibly fit you and didn’t smell like cigarettes. Shuffling to the back of his closet, he found a plain black hoodie that he hadn’t worn since middle school. He knocked on the door, closing his eyes so intensely shut that he thought he might of popped a nerve.
“Thanks,” you said. He could feel your damp hand reach for the sweatshirt.
You found Eddie sitting then on his couch. “I am so sorry,” you apologized, drying your hair with his towel. Eddie was shocked how well the sweatshirt fit on you. He could tell you struggled to put on your skinny jeans on your wet legs. “Don’t be. Looks nice on you, keep it. I never wear it,” he insisted. “I can’t just take your things-” “Seriously Y/N. Haven’t worn it in years.” he assured you, sneaking past you in the kitchen to try to find some food.
“You hungry?” he asked. “Are you?” you asked back, leaning against his counter. Eddie opened his fridge. “Beer, beer, leftover soda, olives, probably expired milk,” he went on. You chuckled a bit and wandered into his room where your stuff was.
“Let’s go to Denny’s” you offered, pulling your wallet out of your sweater. You could hear Eddie laugh form the kitchen. “With what money?” he asked, cracking open a beer. You sighed, taking the can out of his hand and putting it back on the counter. “Don’t worry about it. Equal for the sweatshirt.” “Y/N-” “Please,”
Eddie then found out he could never say no to you.
You raced him to the van, winning. You buckled your seatbelt in before he could even open the door. “Eager today, aren’t we?” he asked, putting the keys into the ignition. “I’m hungry. Denny’s has good breakfast,”
“I can’t even remember the last time I had breakfast,” Eddie mumbled. “That- Eddie. You need to eat,” you sighed. “I do eat,” he protested. “Leftover pizza doesn’t count,” “Damn,” Eddie sighed.
When you entered the restaurant it was packed. Kids from your school, old people, mothers with screaming children.
“Table for 2,” Eddie said, horrified with the surroundings. “What?” you asked him, following the waitress to your table.
She sat you at a sticky table right in the middle of the restaurant. “You don’t like it here?” you asked, moving your wet hair behind your shoulder. “It’s not my ideal…environment,” he said, flinching at a kid behind you screaming. “You don’t like kids?” you asked, smiling at his discomfort. “No, not really. Menaces if you ask me.” he said, scowling at the kid next to him.
The waiter came and took your orders. You glanced at your watch. 6:42. “We still got time,” you assured Eddie. He took your hand from across the table and smiled at you. “Yes?” you asked, tilting your head. “How did you end up here? Such a pretty girl in a bland town,”
You blushed, feeling what you didn’t with Steve.
“My parents got divorced. I live at my Aunt and Uncle’s now.” you sighed. “Man, I’m sorry. Sounds rough.” “What about you? How did such a pretty boy end up in a bland town?” you asked, repeating his question. “Well, my mom dumped me here when I was about 3. My uncle’s been with me ever since. Never seen him much though, he’s always working nights at the plant.” Eddie sighed.
You chuckled a bit.
“What?” he asked, turning his head and smiling. “We’re both fuck ups,” you laughed, kicking his foot from under the table. “That-” Eddie said, eyes widening. “Is correct.”
“Two insanely attractive fuck ups!” he yelled, a little bit too loud for a restaurant. You giggled, hiding a bit behind the large sweatshirt.
Your food came and you ate. Eddie ate so quickly it was almost concerning. You ate in almost silence, you could tell it had been a while since the boy has had a full meal.
“Ready to go?” you asked him, piling the dishes for the waitress. He nodded and grabbed your hand, exiting the Dennys.
As you left the building, you almost ran smack into someone you knew. Into the someones you knew. Very well.
“Y/N?” Steve asked, looking at you, then Eddie, then at Robin. “Hey,” you said, knowing his heart was breaking about right now. “Where were you when Robin came home last night?” he asked, now noticing Eddie was holding your hand. “Oh, uh, I fell asleep. Eddie took care of me real nice,” “Is that a new sweatshirt?” Steve asked abruptly. “Steve,” Robin hissed, pulling on his arm. Steve gave Eddie the death stare. It felt so awkward standing in the doorway at Dennys with your best friend fighting with your new specialfriend.
“We should get going, I gotta get gas before school and-” Eddie began to say, trying to cut the awkward silence. “Okay, yeah. See you later.” Steve huffed, walking in front of Robin and into the restaurant.
“I’m sorry,” Robin mouthed, following your friend into the Dennys.
“The hell is his deal?” Eddie asked, opening the door for you once again. “Long story.” “I’ll listen,”
You sighed. “Steve likes me. Wasn’t it obvious?”
Eddie turned on the car and pulled out of the Dennys. “So Harrington likes you?” Eddie asked, reiterating the question. You nodded. You could see his hands tense up on the wheel as he shuffled in his seat.
The car took a turn squeaking on the breaks. It had began to rain again.
“You like him back?” he muttered, biting his fingernail on the other hand. “What?” you asked, turning to look at him. “You like Harrington?” he asked, more abruptly. A chuckle rose from in you. “As a friend, yeah. I just don’t feel the special way I feel with-” you began to say, cutting yourself off.
“Feel with what?” Eddie asked, turning to look at you. You pursed your lips. “Forget it,” you whispered. “Feel with what?” Eddie asked again, louder. “You’ll make fun of me,” you sighed. “Try me,” he said, laughing back at you. You took a deep breathe and tried not to look him in the eye.
“I don’t feel the same way I feel with you for Steve.”
A wide smile spread across Eddie’s lips. He signaled and pulled into the gas station. The second the car was parked, he ran out of the car. He opened your door and reached over you, unbuckling your seatbelt.
“Eddie what are you-” you struggled to ask. He grabbed your hand and practically pulled you out of the van. “It’s raining!” you yelled, pulling up the hoodie’s hood with the other free hand. He pulled you into the middle of the almost empty gas station in the pouring rain.
He gave you the stupidest grin as he got down on one knee. He asked for both of your hands and kissed them.
“Y/N!” he yelled. “Eddie!” you yelled back. The rain had began to pick up. “Please,” he yelled again. “Please what?”
“Please be my girlfriend,” he yelled, now in the downpouring rain. “Really?” you asked. Eddie chuckled. “Would I be standing in the pouring rain on my knees in a gas station at 7 am if I wasn’t serious?”
You then reached down and hugged him. His sopping wet hair melted on your warm face. He then sprung up and grabbed your face with his hands. He gently put then around your cheeks.
“I’m taking that as a yes?”
You then kissed him, feeling the same spark you felt when you first met him. Your knees became weak as you pulled away. You two were both now sopping wet.
warnings: {STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 SPOILERS}anxiety, age gap (i do not promote minors dating adults), mentions of alcohol, mentions of divorce, erratic driving, new student in a new school, mentions of smoking, negative comments about reader’s looks, awkwardness, mostly a fluff piece if anything. IM WORKING ON A PART 2 DONT @ ME
a/ni love eddie with my whole heart. hands will be thrown if anything happens to him.
summaryY/N is a new student at Hawkins. She attends Hawkins high school with her cousin, Robin and meets a mysterious man her in her english class.
A chill went down your spine as the cool Hawkins air blew past you. You picked at the chipped black nail polish on your fingers as you waited for your cousin Robin to come outside. Today was the first day of school, your first day as a senior at Hawkins High School. You had moved here over the summer after your parent’s divorce had uprooted your life.
“Is he running late?” Robin asked, throwing her backpack on her back as she met you standing by the driveway. You were waiting for Robin’s co-worker Steve who you had grown to know over the last summer. Especially after all of the events that occurred that summer, him and Robin were your closest friends. “No clue. Think he’s hung over?” you asked your cousin. “Wouldn’t doubt it.” she scoffed, bending down to tie the lace on her converse. As on cue, you heard the BMW take a sharp turn on to your street. “Finally!” Robin yells, throwing her hands in the air. “About time,” you sighed, rolling your eyes.
You opened the passenger door as Robin slid in the back. “The hell were you Harrington?” you asked Steve. He sighed, running a hand through his infamous hair. “Traffic this morning,” he yawned, looking at the time. Almost without warning, he hit the gas making a B-line for the school. Robin then hit the seat behind you with a thud. “Could have given me a warning?” she yelled, adjusting herself in the back. “Was there traffic or did you just forget?” you asked Steve, adjusting your backpack on your lap. “Traffic. I could never forget your pretty face,” Steve said, adjusting his hands on the wheel.
Steve was a flirty person. He had a flirty personality. He had a way with people. In all, he was charming. The hair, the personality, the looks. Steve was a gorgeous man. You knew he had a crush on you, it was very obvious. Maybe this started because you somewhat resemble Robin. Or the countless times you saved his life (and the countless times he saved yours). But deep down you didn’t have the same feelings as he did. You loved Steve, but just not in that way. Maybe some part of you did, but you felt like it would go nowhere. He was too obsessed with his next date, or the next time he’ll get some head. Gawking over the women who would come into the movie store. Witnessing all of that first hand was enough to feel like he’d never change.
Steve halted the car at the school, jerking Robin once again. “Watch the pedal, jesus.” she complained, fixing her hair in the rear view mirror. You began to exit the car when Steve grabbed your hand.
“Hey,” he said, his longing eyes staring up at you. “We still hanging after school?” he asked. “I dunno, ask Robin. You wanna hang after school?” you asked Robin. “Maybe. Depends,” she said. You could see the disappointment in Steve’s eyes. “Be here at 3!” you yelled to Steve, following Robin into your new school. You waved back at Steve and flashed him a smile. He gave you a tight lipped smile back, sighing once again.
“Always the chauffeur,” he muttered, putting his car into reverse and leaving the parking lot.
First days were always intimidating. At your old school, you knew everyone there pretty much since Kindergarten. This was a whole new ground. You stuck by Robin’s side as much as you could, trying to spot out a few potentially friendly faces. The bell rang for first hour and you reluctantly had to leave Robin and make your way to your first class. English.
The room was small and smelt of cigarette smoke. The teacher was an older woman with a bitter face. You sat at a desk the farthest in the back, trying not to draw attention to yourself. You traced the stick n poke Robin had given you a few weeks ago on your thumb as you tried to get a feel for the room. The tiny diamond printed on your thumb gave your anxiety a place to focus. You practiced in your head how you would say ‘here’ when the teacher called your name and was thinking it over and over in your head when someone slid into the desk next to yours. You glanced over briefly, staring back at the chalkboard when you saw the fluffy brown hair next to you. The feeling of eyes beat on the side of your head like an open wound.
The teacher made her way down the list, calling on each student. When she got to your name, everyone in the room turned to look at you. “Miss Buckley, I presume you know Robin?” she asked, staring at you from above your glasses. “Y-yes ma’am,” you stuttered, cursing to yourself. You heard the mutters of kids around the room, and you tried to keep your focus on the teacher, analyzing the stickers on the back of her clipboard.
“I didn’t know Robin had a sister,” “You dweeb, it’s probably her cousin.” “She’s kind of hot bro,” “Nah, she got that weird dark look going on.”
Your head began to spin as the teacher put an end to the lowered voices. “Welcome to the school,” she said in a monotone voice, moving on to the next students in the alphabet.
You kept your head down, staring at the empty notebook in front of you trying to re gain your emotions.
“Munson,” you heard the teacher sigh, expressing her dislike for the student.
“Pleasure to be back Mrs. K,” the boy next to you said, kicking his feet up on the desk. “Feet down, pay attention. I don’t want to have to be saying this again nextyear.” she scoffed, moving down the list once again.
“Kind of an ass, huh?” you heard the boy next to you whisper to you. Shocked, you turned to face him. He looked older than the other students, but not by much. His wild hair framed his face in a flattering way. You noticed the rings on his fingers and then the tattoos on his forearm. He smelt of heavy cologne with a scent of pine, masking the stench of cigarettes from his clothes. You met his brown eyes with yours and felt a spark in your stomach. You gave him a slight smile and a small puff of air from your nose, recognizing what he said.
“Wheeler,” said the teacher. Your head snapped to look around the classroom, finding Nancy in the front row. She had been apart of your summer… adventures. Thank god, someone you knew. A friendly face.
When lunch rolled around, you rushed to the lunch room in hopes to find Robin. She sat at a table with the other band kids and an empty seat next to her. “Ah, finally! Guys, this is my cousin Y/N,” she announced, introducing you to the table. Many just ignored it and continued eating your lunch. “This is Vickie,” Robin said to you, motioning to the girl to your right. Your eyes widened in understandment, Robin had not been able to shut up about her for the past few weeks. “Hi,” you shyly said, giving her a smile. “Nice to meet you,”
You told Robin about your first half of the day. How some mysterious man with tattoos spoke to you this morning, how an art example resembled Steve in your art class, how you could have sworn this other kid in your third hour looked like someone from your old school. You were about to tell her how in the lunchline three people cut you off when the lunchroom went silent.
Everyone’s eyes were on a certain table. You recognized Dustin and Mike sitting there, looking shocked and somewhat embarrassed. You recognized the guy now standing on his table, making a scene.
“As long as your into band…”
Robin’s head shot up, scoffing.
“…or, science,”
“That’s the kid from first hour,” you whispered to her, nudging her arm.
“Orparties,”
“Him?” Robin asked, confused. “Who is he?” you asked.
“Or a GAME where you toss balls into laundry baskets!”
“That,” Robin began to say “Is Eddie Munson.”
“Yeah, and he’s been here longer than we have, and will probably be here for a while,” Vickie laughed, mushing her mashed potatoes around with her fork.
“You want something freak?” you heard a jock say, pushing in his chair angrily. Eddie threw his hands up to his forehead making horns, and sticking his tongue out at the jock in a disturbing fashion.
You watched in awe as he moved back down his table, jumping off and startling a passing group of girls.
“Eddie Munson?” you asked, confirming the man to Robin. “Weird if you ask me. And that’s coming from me,”
-
You sat on the curb with Robin in the groggy air. She checked her watch. 3:12.
“I can’t believe he’s late again!” Robin complained, but your mind was elsewhere. About thirty seconds ago, the doors flung open and the screams of Eddie erupted from them with his friends. You once again saw Dustin with him with a few other kids. They made their way to a van, and all piled in. The second Eddie jumped into the drivers seat, loud music burst from the thing obnoxiously. He ran a hand through his hair, reminding you of Steve this morning. Robin noticed your puppy dog look, watching Eddie pull out of his parking spot and speed out of the parking lot.
“…Y/N!” Robin yelled, finally catching your attention. She looked you up and down with a suspicious look on her face. “Whatcha lookin at?” she asked with a huge smirk on her face. “Uhh,” you began to say, searching for an excuse. Again, perfect timing, Steve whipped into the parking lot.
“I’m sorry I’m late, this old lady wouldn’t leave the store and-” “Chill Steve,” you said, opening the passenger door once again. “How was it?” he asked, not leaving the parking lot. He was looking for an honest answer for you. This poor man.
“She’s got the hots for Munson,” Robin piped up from the back. “Munson?” Steve asked, with a half-disgusted half-disappointed face. “Shut up Robin, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” you scrambled to say. You figured liking this guy seemed like social suicide.
“Munson though? Y/N, you could do much better,” Steve suggestively said, but you ignored it. “I gotta pick up Max soon, I told her I would teach her some more driving tonight. Sorry to squash our plans, ladies.” Steve said, taking the exit towards the trailer park. “We’ll live Steve.” Robin laughed. “Can we come though? You know who lives next to Max?” Robin taunted. “Who?” you asked eagerly, making Steve laugh. “You’ll just have to wait and see,” she chuckled, an evil smile grew on her face.
Steve pulled into the eerie trailer park. The fog had seemed to grow thicker and thicker the closer you got. You could see Max’s red hair sitting on her porch. Steve halted the car on the gravel, making a scratching sound on the wheels. “Ready kid?” he asked, leaving the door open for her. “Mind if we stay for a bit Max?” Robin asked, leaning against the railing of her porch.
“Mom’s not home, go for it.” she shrugged, buckling in her seatbelt. “Good luck!” you waved to her as she slowly made her way out of the park. Halfway down the road, you could already hear Steve yelling.
“So,” you asked Robin. “What’s the surprise?”
“Just wait and see,” she laughed again, watching the highway. “You said that last time…” you muttered, fidgeting with your fingers. You felt Robin move from besides you when you heard a loud car start approaching. Your heart dropped when you saw the familiar van pull next to the trailer next to Max’s.
“You bitch,” you hissed through your teeth, slapping Robin on the arm. She laughed at you, relishing in your stress.
“Dusty!” Robin yelled, getting the attention of the boy hopping out of Eddie’s van. “Hey Robin, hey Y/N. Whatcha doing here?” he asked, walking over to the two of you. “Steve took Max driving, I just figured we could chill out here until they got back.” she said proudly.
“Dustin!” you heard Eddie yell from his doorway. “Let’s go!”
Dustin looked back at Eddie then back at the two of you. “You wanna join? Lucas isn’t here so we could use an extra player, I’m sure we can make some more room.” he offered. “Thank you but I think we’re-” you began to say “Sure!” Robin yelled, overriding you and heading straight into the trailer. Standing there mortified, you followed Dustin waving you in.
“Eddie! I got us some new players,” Dustin yelled, presumably into his bedroom. “Yeah but is he as good as Sinclair?” he yelled. You could hear rummaging coming from the room. “He? She. Well, more like she’s,” Dustin said. The rummaging stopped and Eddie poked his head out of the door. He looked at you, then Robin, then back at you. “No.” he said, moving back into his room. “What do you mean no?” Dustin yelled back, following Eddie into his room.
You and Robin stood there awkwardly. “You asshole,” you muttered under your breathe. The rejection to play a game you weren’t even sure of by Eddie was borderline heartbreaking. Arguing erupted from the bedroom and Robin went to investigate.
“No dude, absolutely not.” “Your being ridiculous, you said we needed more players.” “Not chicks. They don’t know what there doing.” “Me and Mike know ‘em. There cool, trust me. Can’t they team up with us?” “Team up- Henderson. Get your head out of your ass,” “But didn’t you say-” “You shut your mouth right there, do NOT say what I think your about to say.”
Dustin came into the view of the open door with his hands open. “Perfect chance, dude. Just saying,” he shrugged. You heard a growl come from Eddie as Dustin left the room.
“Sorry guys, he’s not budging. It’s stupid, maybe if you want we can play with just Mike later-” Dustin went on, but was interrupted by Eddie bursting out of his bedroom.
“We’d love to have you!” he yelled, somewhat sarcastically. “Really?” you, Dustin, and Robin all said in synch. “Oh yeah. Henderson’s right, we need more players.” he said with a whole demeanor change. “Get out the table Dust, I’ll go get Wheeler.” he announced, pulling a bottle of soda out of the fridge along with a 12-pack.
“Funny. Do you even know where Mike lives?” Dustin asked, getting the box out from Eddie’s closet. “Uh, I know the general area,” he shrugged.
“Let Y/N go with you, she’s over there all the time!” Robin said perkily. You shot her a death glare. “Yeah, uh, sure.” Eddie responded nonchilantly, grabbing his keys from the counter. You swore at Robin under your breathe, not noticing Eddie left.
“You coming?” he asked, swinging his head back into the door for a moment. You gave Robin one last dirty look and followed him into his van.
The floor was covered with crushed up beer cans and candy wrappers. The second he turned on the car, the cassette began to play and made you jump at the volume.
“Sorry,” he muttered, turning the volume down. You sat in silence as he exited the trailer park. His quality of driving had seemed to improve from what you saw of him leaving the parking lot. A lot more calm. You were staring at the trees, trying to focus on that and not your pounding heart.
“You don’t talk much, do you?” Eddie asked, finally breaking the silence. “Um, sometimes.” you awkwardly responded. More awkward silence.
You glanced over at him, his eyes were glued to the road.
“How do you like Hawkins-”
“So you like Metallica-” referring to the song quietly playing
The two of you had began to start a conversation. You both awkwardly laughed, offering for each other to go first.
“Okay okay, how do you like Hawkins?” Eddie asked, caving into your insistence. “It’s okay. Many nice people,” you said, laughing to yourself internally. You started Hawkins with defeating a huge spider demon just a few months ago, to now plainly sitting in school.
“Everyone treating you alright at school?” he asked. You began to get the vibes of a protective father figure from him, something youcraved ever since your parent’s messy divorce. “I mean your legitimately the only person who spoke to me today other than my cousin,” you said quietly. “Really?” Eddie asked, looking at you when you came to a stop sigh. “Left,” you replied.
“You seem like- super cool.” he said also quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. You blushed and looked down at your shoes. He came to another stop, and noticed the clanking of cans in his car. “I-I would have cleaned if I knew someone would be in here,” he stuttered. You felt the same spark ignite again, knowing he was just driving around Dustin. “No, it’s okay. You should see my room,” you laughed, not realizing how suggestive that sounded.
More silence.
“I like your tat,” he said. “My tat?” you asked. “On your finger. I saw it this morning.” “Oh, the stick n poke,” you smiled, tracing the small diamond again. “I like yours,” you blushed, staring at the one on his arm. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him driving with one hand straight out on the wheel, his veins present with his tattoos.
“Ah, yeah, I got the bats when I was 16.” he said, smirking to himself. “Got this when I was 17,” you said, following up to his comment. “Your, how old…?” he asked, hesitantly. He didn’t want to come off as creepy. “18 in a few weeks,” He let out a sigh. “Nice,”
“I’m 19. You heard Mrs. K’s comment this morning, didn’t you?” “She sounds like an ass anyways,” you scoffed, referencing his comment from this morning.
You entered Mike’s neighborhood and he started to slow down, searching for houses. “A little more down, the brick split white one on the left,” you said, pointing to the house. Eddie pulled up into the driveway and honked his horn loudly.
“Wheeler!” he yelled from the open window. “Coming!” Mike yelled, making his way to the van.
“Oh, before I forget-” he said, turning to you. “You wanna be my partner tonight?”
an.well. we’re here again. this acts as a part two to my fic dealer’s choice, but can be read separately (tho honestly why would u want to) i don’t know whatcame over me when writing this, jesus. comments and reblogs make me insane so pls do it<3
synopsis.after a sexually charged run in with your dealer, you go to his house for another hook up. he’s got the goods.
warnings. 18+. minors (below 18) are not welcome. drugs, sex while high, fondling, kissing, female receiving oral, lil bit of biting, grinding against rings, female receiving penetration. not beta’d.
an.i…everybody take a look at my dream man. I’m literally not kidding guise that’s actually who i will marry. i promise. i’ll share him with u if u reblog and comment tho<3 i’ve got more eddie on my mind so follow @ohcapfics for latest updates<3
synopsis.your dealer’s always been a bit sweet on you – giving you deals and letting you try out new shit. he even lets you make house calls! and pick the music, and sit on his lap…and…
warnings.18+.i am beating minors off with a stick rn. drugs, drug dealing, kissing, sexually explicit lang, sexually explicit acts: fondling over clothes & under clothes and grinding/thigh riding. sponsored by sat in your lap by kate bush.
