Hi my loves! Fun fact, when I started my blog way back when it was dedicated to Stranger Things…now I am coming full circle once again! I am going to be writing about Steve Harrington, and Eddie Munson for the moment! I may add Billy later!
a/n: the idea for this one-shot is based on the same premise as @m0chaminx‘sBeat Up, which i recommend you read! like about 80% of the fandom I haven’t stopped thinking about Eddie since the show dropped, so here’s a little something about him. the reader in this is kind of an OC i have in mind for the show, so i might write more with her in the future, depending on whether inspiration hits ^-^ i would love to hear from you, so feel free to let me know your thoughts!
Ever since the year had started, you had gotten used to waiting for Eddie in the library. Not because you were dating, as some of the many assholes of this school liked to joke about — you didn’t know if they were making fun of him or of you, in that case — but because you had been… tutoring him. If you could call what you were doing tutoring.
Eddie was a quick thinker. If anything, it seemed his mind was running a little too fast, in every direction and things that he found uninteresting just got lost in that complicated maze.
Unfortunately, that included pretty much everything school-related. That meant that you could go over something with him one week and he’d understand it so easily that you wondered how he could have failed the past two previous years, and then he’d come back the next and it was all gone. Sometimes, it almost made you want to question your sanity.
Others, like right now and, in fact, every week for at least fifteen minutes before he deigned showing up, you asked yourself why you were even doing this. Sure, it was a favor your dad had asked of you, because he worked with Eddie’s uncle, but it still felt like such a waste of time, in such moments.
This week, though, it turned out that Eddie had a good reason for being late.
You heard him approaching the small corner of the library where the two of you worked (hid) and looked up, reviewing the snippy comments you’d come up with while waiting, but the words died on your lips as soon as you saw him.
“Holy shit, Eddie,” was what made it instead, a horrified whisper.
Request: eeddie being really short when reader tries to talk to him during class and reader thinks he doesnt like her so reader stops making an effort and eddies sad because he knows if he talked to her he would just stutter through everything
“Hey, Eddie…..” You started to ask but were cut off by him.
“Can you leave me alone please?” Eddie snapped at you looking up at you as you turned back in your seat and did your work.
You weren’t sure as to what you did to Eddie to make him snap at you like that, because you had always tried to be nice to him offering answers, paper, or anything really when you could, but I guess that wasn’t good enough. You made a mental note that he didn’t want you speaking to him anymore, so you would just ignore him for now.
Eddie watched as you left the room and sighed he hadn’t meant to snap at you like that but he knew you couldn’t talk to you without stuttering and embarrassing himself. He figured maybe you would forget about it by the last period which you had together but you clearly didn’t when he saw that your seat had been moved from him which made him sad to see. This same action would go on for the next few days much to Eddie’s dismay because he really did enjoy hearing your voice.
“You’ve been awfully quiet lately in regards to Eddie, what’s going?” Robin said teasing you about your crush on Eddie.
“Nothing except I’m not talking to him anymore.” You said shrugging your shoulders as if it was no big deal as Robin looked at your with her jaw opened.
“Why? What happened?” She asked.
“So we were in math class the other day and I needed his help with something, and before i can get the question out of my mouth, he practically yells for the whole class here asking me to leave him alone.” You said quietly as Robin looked at you confused by Eddie’s actions.
“Why in the world would he do that? You’ve never done anything for him to act that way towards you.” She said as you shrugged your shoulders.
“I know which is why I’ve stopped talking to him and about him all together.” You said to her the bell rang.
That afternoon Eddie decided to swing by the video store to try and talk to Robin in hopes that maybe she could help him fix this mess he made with you. Eddie walked into the store and noticed how Robin laughed at seeing him.
“Must have messed up bad if you’re coming here.” She said to Eddie as he approached the counter.
“Yeah I did, big time. I may have accidentally yelled at her and told her to leave me alone instead of actually talking to her.” He said.
“Speaking of that, why did you tell her to leave you alone? She’s only ever been nice to you and that’s how you treat her instead of talking to her?” Robin asked confused.
“That’s the problem…..I can’t talk to her.” Eddie said making Robin look at him weirdly.
“If I talk to her I know for a fact I will stutter and embarrass myself even more in front of her.” He said as Robin grinned now realizing that Eddie had a crush on you.
“Well have you tried talking to her through a note? Maybe write her note saying hey I’m sorry for yelling at you, I just don’t want to make a fool out of myself.” Robin suggested as Eddie hit himself in the forehead for not thinking of that sooner.
“Thank you, Robin.” He called out already thinking of what he wanted to say to you in the note.
The next day Eddie stood anxiously pacing at the picnic table wondering if you would even read the note or if you were coming as he asked you to do in the note he wrote explaining himself. He stopped pacing when he saw you approaching him and set your bookbag on the table.
“So I make the infamous Eddie Munson nervous?” You asked him with a smile as you took a seat on the picnic table.
“I blame it all on your beauty…. every time I think about talking to you, I look into those pretty eyes of yours and lose my train of thought.” He said.
“Well if it helps, I think your eyes are prettier. But I understand I sort of went through the same thing when I first talked to you.” You said.
“Wait really?” He asked shocked.
“Yeah it was the first time in math class, I literally had to write down what I wanted to say to you because I knew if I didn’t I would either clam up or embarrass myself.” You said.
“So do you think we can go back to being friends that actually talking to each other?” He asked nervously.
“I would love too.” You said as climbed off the table and took a seat on the bench where you two decided to just sit there and talk since the first period was already halfway through.
request: hi!!!!! eddie idea that eddie has a love a first sight cringy thing but he asks reader out and she says no so he trues to prove to her he means it
Eddie had never really believed in love at first sight, he thought it was corny and didn’t understand how someone could fall in love with a first sighting that was until he saw you…you walked into the lunchroom talking with Nancy Wheeler about something. He watched as you two took a seat at a table not stopping your conversation while the boys tried to figure out who Eddie was. They watched as Eddie got up and started walking over towards your table which caused Dustin to nudge Mike.
“He hasn’t met your cousin yet?” Dustin whispered to Mike as they watched Eddie approach your table.
“No, but he’s about to.” Mike said with a snicker as you were known for not being like most girls.
Eddie took a seat at your table noticing how you and Nancy stopped your conversation and looked at him, while he took in the little details of your outfit, for example, the ring you wore around your neck and the multiple bracelets stacked on your wrist to the rings on your fingers.
“So are you gonna keep staring at me like I’m a piece of meat or are you gonna tell me why you came over here?” You said snapping him out of his thoughts.
“Oh yeah sorry about but I just wanted to see if maybe you be interested in maybe going out with me this past Friday?” He asked.
“Let me stop you right there, first off I don’t know your name and you expect me to go out with you?” You asked him confused.
“Oh, I’m sorry it’s Eddie.” He said quickly still feeling hopeful.
“Okay, Eddie, I don’t know if this is some joke put on my cousin and his friend or what….” You said waving to Mike and Dustin making Eddie look at you shocked.
“But I don’t go out with people I just met, I prefer to date them once I know more than your name. So maybe we can get to know each other a little more then maybe we can talk about that date.” You said smiling at him as he nodded still unsure of what just happened and walked back to his table.
“Tell me everything Wheeler.” Eddie said as he took a seat at his table.
For the next few days, Eddie learned as much as he could about you from Mike, and still tried to get you to out with him in hopes that one day you would say yes. You honestly found it adorable how hard Eddie kept trying to get you to go out with him even as far as getting you cherry blossoms that weren’t grown in Hawkins and wrote the most amazing letter.
After the fourth period, you made your way to the auditorium where Mike told you that Hellfire was held. Eddie was in the middle of setting up when he saw you walk in and make him stop what he was doing.
“What bring you by a princess?” He asked with a smile.
“Well I umm got this really sweet letter in my locker along with my favorite flowers, so I figured that maybe I give the guy a chance.” You said making Eddie smile.
Request: Hi can you do a one shot where Eddie either actually cheats on the reader or where the reader thinks he’s cheating on them? It’s entirely up to you
A/n: This request made me think of a couple songs, but this song has been stuck in my head so I went with it as inspiration.
It’s strange to think the songs we used to sing,
The smiles, the flowers, everything is gone
Yesterday I found out about you
Even now, just lookin’ at you feels wrong
It was weird to think about how everything changed in a matter of minutes, You sat there on your bed thinking about the flowers, the smiles, the late-night car rides where you and Eddie would sing at the top of your lungs were now gone because you found out that he cheated on you with Chrissy Chunnigham this weekend after he told you not to worry about her. You couldn’t look at him without remembering what he did.
You say that you’d take it all back
Given one chance
It was a moment of weakness
And you said yes
Eddie swore that he would take that night back with Chrissy back if you gave him another chance and kept saying it was a moment of weakness when you asked him. But you still couldn’t look at him the same way you used to.
You should’ve said no, you should’ve gone home
You should’ve thought twice ‘fore you let it all go
You should’ve known that word
'Bout what you did with her’d get back to me (Get back to me)
And I should’ve been there, in the back of your mind
I shouldn’t be asking myself why
You shouldn’t be begging for forgiveness at my feet…
You should’ve said no
Baby, and you might still have me
You kept thinking about how Eddie should’ve said no to Chrissy’s advances and gone home but what got you was that it seemed that didn’t even think twice about hooking up with his middle school crush. Another thing that got you was how shocked he seemed when you told him that you knew what happened between him and Chrissy at the party last weekend as if the word wouldn’t have gotten to you that your boyfriend hooked up with someone that wasn’t you. When you got the news you wondered if you were even on Eddie’s mind while this was happening since you were his girlfriend of almost six months.
All you kept thinking about was why? Why did he hook up with her and why didn’t he stop her when you were waiting at him for him at home, but you stopped yourself from doing that because you shouldn’t be questioning yourself and Eddie shouldn’t be begging for your forgiveness every day. He should’ve said no and maybe just maybe he would still have you.
You can see that I’ve been crying
And baby, you know all the right things to say
But do you honestly expect me to believe
We could ever be the same?
You knew Eddie could see your tears no matter how hard you tried to hide the fact that you were hurt that your boyfriend had cheated on you and it seemed like he knew the right thing to say to make consider giving him another chance. But was this another joke you thought, because did he think that you could forget about what he did and that you two could go back to the way you were before he decided to cheat on you?
You say that the past is the past,
you need one chance
It was a moment of weakness
And you said, “Yes.”
For the next week, Eddie tried to convince you that it was a one-time thing and that it would never happen again but you knew that wasn’t true especially since it was Chrissy of all people. Moment of weakness or not, he shouldn’t have slept with her when he was with you.
You should’ve said “No”, you should’ve gone home
You should’ve thought twice 'fore you let it all go
You should’ve known that word
'Bout what you did with her
Get back to me (get back to me).
And I should’ve been there in the back of your mind
I shouldn’t be asking myself, “Why?”
You shouldn’t be begging for forgiveness at my feet…
You should’ve said “No”, baby, and you might still have me
The more you thought about it, the more you got angry about how Eddie should’ve said no, how he should’ve gone home, or anywhere that was in bed with Chrissy. You kept thinking about how careless he was thinking he wouldn’t get caught or form some lie to you before you found out the truth. You sat there looking at his tear-filled eyes which used to hurt you to see as he was once again in your room begging for you to forgive him.
“You should’ve said no and maybe you still have me.” You said looking at him watching as he stood up to leave.
I can’t resist
Before you go, tell me this:
Was it worth it?
Was she worth this?
No… no, no, no…
He had his hand on the doorknob when you stopped him wanting some answers of your own for his actions.
“Tell me this Eddie, was she worth it? Worth ruining us for a night with your middle school crush?” You asked him.
“No…no..no it wasn’t. I’m sorry.” He said looking at you one last time before leaving.
You should’ve said “No”, you should’ve gone home
You should’ve thought twice 'fore you let it all go
You should’ve known that word
'Bout what you did with her’d,
Get back to me (get back to me).
And I should’ve been there in the back of your mind
I shouldn’t be asking myself, “Why?”
You shouldn’t be begging for forgiveness at my feet…
You should’ve said “No”, baby, and you might still have me
Request: hellooo!! can you do a ff with eddie munson where there’s bad rumors going around about the reader and they just want to find comfort from eddie but eddie actually believes it. thankyouu
Never in a million years did you think that Eddie Munson of all people would believe rumors especially since he was more often than not the subject of them. One of the mean girls at your school Jade didn’t like how close you were with Eddie despite you not dating him so she started spreading rumors about you and him and blaming it all on you and Eddie believed it, you remember that day being excited to see him and be in the comfort of your friend’s arms but you got an opposite reaction than you were hoping for.
“Eddie thank god you are here, you won’t believe the day I had….” You said stopping when you saw the look on his face.
“Yeah, I heard about your day…..going around telling everyone we’ve been hooking up along with a bunch of other things.” He said.
“Eddie I swear that wasn’t me, I would never say that about us. It’s Jade.” You said on the brim of tears.
“Yeah…It’s always Jada huh? Let’s get one thing straight we would never be an item, you are just like everyone else at this school worrying about their social status.” He said making your heart break that he believed her out of all people and not you, his best friend of almost six years.
“Eddie I swear…” You started to say but he cut you off.
“I don’t want to hear it, matter of fact just don’t talk to me again.” He said as you nodded your head at him still not believing that he was treating you this way.
Since that day you avoided Eddie as much as you could opting to hide in the bathroom during lunch but it got so bad that at one point you just stopped showing up to school. The group noticed your absence and how much more on edge Eddie seemed to be, while Eddie had been staring at the spot where you used to sit already missing you and feeling guilty for the way he treated you because a couple of days after he yelled at you, he found out the truth.
A few days later and after a lot of convincing from Robin that she would be by your side the whole day, you returned to school. You wanted to run the second you felt everyone’s eyes on you, you made your way to your locker where Robin was waiting for you. Eddie was shocked when he saw standing by your locker talking to Robin, he knew that it was now or never to talk to you and try to make things right with you.
“Hey Robin, Hey y/n.” He said as Robin gave him a small wave while you ignored him.
“Y/n, hey did you hear me?” He asked as you slammed your locker door close and pushed past him still ignoring him.
This is how it went for the next few days Eddie would try everything he could think of to get you to talk to him but nothing worked and he was started to feel the consequences of what he told you that night and wished he never said anything because he missed hearing your voice. He had one of the guys fake like they needed your help with something so he could get you in a room and hopefully talk to you.
“Should’ve known this was a trap.” You mumbled once you realized the doors were locked.
“Sweetheart please just talk to me. I feel bad for what I said to you that night.” He said making you groan.
“Talk to you? Why should I talk to you? Hmm? When I wanted to talk to you, you didn’t want to hear it, you told me never to talk to you again.” You said.
“Y/n please let me explain.” He said as you shook your head at him.
“No you hurt me Eddie a lot and that’s not something I can forgive quickly. I needed my friend and he wasn’t there for me like he swore he would be.” You said as the tears slide down your face making Eddie truly see how much he hurt you.
Summary: Eddie notices you watching him in class and asks you for your help.
TW/CW: Smut, 18+ only, minors DNI. Thigh riding, grinding, fingering, PIV, ring-kink, mutual pining, idiots in love, possessive!eddie toward the end
A/N: I am down horrendously for this man, your honor
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Ms. O'Donnel’s class was kind of a bitch. Even you had to admit it, and you did pretty well for yourself in school.
You had been stealing glances at Eddie Munson all year– the older, charming, slightly dangerous but all-too-fluffy dungeon master with the best damn hair you’d ever seen.
You came from different worlds and two obviously opposite ends of the social spectrum. Eddie was loud and loved to make a scene, putting his humor on display for any and everyone with no regrets. Whereas you tried to stay to yourself and avoid human interaction to the best of your ability.
That didn’t stop what was once your little spark of interest with Eddie from turning into a full on wildfire; vibrant flames that were fanned every time you saw that devilish grin of his.
You had to work hard to avert your eyes as he drummed on his notebook with his pencil, twirling the ends of his hair with his free hand. You’d look away successfully, just to feel your eyes slowly drifting back to him moments later.
His rings caught your eye this time as he played with his hair, the different silver bands catching the sunlight as his fingers bent and twirled around the strands of hair. You had to swallow back the audible gasp that rose in your throat when he suddenly turned his head and caught you staring.
You quickly looked down at your desk, scribbling nonsense in your notebook as if you’d been working away the whole class period - not daydreaming about his ring-clad fingers being wrapped around your throat.
You could feel your heart ramming against your ribcage as you willed the bell to ring, granting you a sweet escape into the sea of people that would flood the hallways, hiding you from the piercing doe eyes that were burning into you now.
You glanced back up momentarily to find Eddie still looking at you, a cheeky smirk sitting perfectly on his face. You blinked a few times, suddenly forgetting how to look away.
Hi he mouthed as Ms. O'Donnel drawled on about the book report assignment, rushing to push out details before the final bell rang.
You lifted your hand and waved discreetly as your cheeks began to burn.
His smile grew wider as he admired your shyness, something Eddie absolutely adored about you.
The bell rang and you thanked the Gods, hurrying to shove your books in your bag and get the hell out of there. You managed to slip out of the class before anyone else, speed walking to your locker to put your things away despite your first thought to just lug it all home to save time.
You shut the locker, your heart practically leaping from your chest as Eddie stood propped against the lockers behind it. You let out a small yelp that sent a chuckle straight through him.
“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said as he watched you with an amused grin. “I’m Eddie. We have English together,” he says as he motions down the hall.
“Yeah, I know,” you say hesitantly. “I’m-”
“Y/N,” he finishes for you as he shakes your hand slowly, his cold rings pressing into your hand. “I know,” he says as he squints his eyes with a grin.
Your name falling from his lips was a melody you could listen to on repeat. You were a little shocked that he knew your name, but the thought quickly vanished as your focus turned to how intently he was watching you.
You realize you’re standing there like an idiot so you throw your bag over your shoulder, trying to appear less like a star-struck loser.
“Well, have a good day,” You say awkwardly as you walk past him, taking a deep breath as you feel your nerve endings singe.
“Hey, wait up!” he calls as he jogs up next to you, walking with you down the hall to the large double doors to freedom.
You looked up at him with expectant eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Listen, I’m uh… I’m tanking O'Donnel’s class. I really need a D so I can graduate next month,” he says quietly, almost with shame in his voice. “Could we, I don’t know, maybe study together? This book report is going to kick my ass,”
You stopped in your tracks as you stood outside of the school now, looking up as the sun beamed down on Eddie’s frizzy hair. Of course he just wanted help with English. Now that made sense to you.
“Well, I guess I’m free… sure. Why not?” You say, looking down at your sneakers. What did you have to lose?
Eddie burst into an obnoxiously adorable display of excitement, jumping up on the ledge of the stairs to take a victory stance with his arms thrown in the air.
Your eyes were wide as you looked around, feeling the curious, judgmental looks of your peers on you now.
Eddie hopped back down and placed his hand on your back to lead you away from the busy entrance. “Shit, sorry,” he whispered as he tried to shield you. You tried to hide the effect it had on you as you felt warmth travel through your whole body.
“Yours or mine?” Eddie asked, turning to walk backwards as he pulled a cigarette out and placed it between his lips to light it. “My uncle is away for a few days, so my place is pretty quiet.”
You nodded, a nervousness creeping up the back of your neck when you thought of being alone with him. You mentally shook it out. No, you were just going to study. Eddie smiled as he pulled his keys from his pocket to jingle them, jerking his head to point toward his van.
“M'lady,” he said with a dramatic bow as he opened the passenger side door to let you in. You couldn’t help but smile, which made Eddie’s entire day.
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“So you’re tellin’ me this man slayed a dragon just to die like right after?” Eddie asked with exasperation, sat on his bed with books and papers scattered all around the both of you.
You giggled and shrugged your shoulders. “Something like that. Maybe we should read it again,” you mused as he cocked his head to the side, observing the way your eyes squinted when you smiled really big.
You look up from your copy of Beowulf to catch him staring, the smile dropping from your face as you realized you were sitting in Eddie Munson’s bed… With Eddie Munson. It was surreal, to say the least.
“Thanks again for your help,” Eddie said as he put his pencil down and stretched, the hem of his Hellfire Club shirt lifting to show his lower belly. You glanced away shyly as you pretended not to notice his happy trail.
You felt a sudden wave of confidence hit as your curiosity nagged in the back of your mind. “So why did you ask me to help you?”
Eddie smiled, looking down at his hands as he spun his rings.
“You’re smart…” he said lowly, leaving it open like he had more to add. You waited, and he obliged. “And you’re fascinating.”
You felt your cheeks heating up again, looking away from him. “I’m not fascinating,” you said with a soft laugh.
You felt movement on the bed as Eddie slid his books and papers out of the way, shifting closer to you.
“Look at me,” he said firmly, and you looked because, well, he told you to.
“Youare fascinating. And you’re beautiful. And you are all the things you tell yourself you’re not,” Eddie said with a raised eyebrow, as if he wasn’t backing down until you agreed with him.
You struggled to maintain eye contact as you felt embarrassment rising to your cheeks once again.
He reaches out to place his hand on your face, furrowing his brow when you flinch at first.
“You okay?” He asks softly as you nod, leaning into his touch.
And with that, he leans forward on his knees, pulling you toward him gently to capture your lips in a longing kiss. You feel your head spin with intoxication and yearning, greed filling your senses as you want more, need more.
A soft moan leaves your throat as you lean up on your knees now, pressing your body into his as he wraps his arm firmly around your waist to hold you there.
You break the kiss as you look over his face, his eyes heavy with want as his other hand loses itself in your hair.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted this,” you whisper as he presses a kiss to your jawline.
“God, me too,” he says lowly as he kisses your lips again, his fingers running down the side of your neck.
You feel your core tightening as he holds you tightly, his tongue pushing past your teeth to dive into your mouth, swirling around your own as you feel arousal pooling in between your thighs.
Eddie slowly sinks back onto the bed, pulling you down with him so that you’re laying on his chest.
He pulls away to run his thumb over your swollen bottom lip, his eyes darker now as you feel his cock hardening against your hip.
“So pretty,” he says as he brushes your hair from your face, his eyes scanning over your features. “What’s a girl like you doing with a guy like me anyway?” He says with a hushed laugh.
You sigh as you instinctively grind your hips against his, watching as his eyes roll back momentarily.
“Whatever,” you laugh, shaking your head as he bucks his hips, grinding his clothed erection against your throbbing cunt, as if to punish you for your comeback.
“You’re out of my league, sweetheart. I had no idea I even had a shot with you,” he said as you rolled your hips again, a groan slipped out of his throat and his fingers digging into your hips to hold you against him.
“I’m just… shy,” you say as you look down at your hands bracing against his chest.
“I know. It’s hot,” he says with a smirk as he pulls you down to kiss you with vehemence, flipping you over on to your back.
You feel impatient as he slides his knee in between your legs, pushing your skirt up and granting you access to grind down on his thigh. You wiggle your hips, anxious for friction but still feel that empty ache you desperately need him to fill.
“Touch me, Eddie… Please,” you whisper, grasping his shirt as you look up into his eyes.
“I don’t want to push you too far,” he says lowly as his eyes scan your body now. “God, I want you… I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself,”
You grab his hand and slide it into your skirt, pressing his fingers against your wetness as you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut.
“I don’t want you to,” you huff as your eyes gaze up at him sweetly.
It drives Eddie crazy, watching you pleasure yourself with his hand. His mouth falls open as you moan, pressing his digits down on your clit.
“We’re gonna have so much fun together, princess,” he says as he circles his fingers against your bud, his cock throbbing in his pants.
Eddie’s lips crash into yours as he slips his fingers further into your folds, spreading your juices down so he can easily slip a finger inside of you.
“Fuck,” you gasp as you throw your head back against the pillow, granting him perfect access to your throat. He sucks a purple bruise into the side, biting gently as he releases the skin, pumping his finger in and out of you at a rhythmic pace.
You reach down and clumsily fumble with his pants button and zipper until you finally make enough room to venture inside and grab ahold of him, hard and throbbing at your touch.
Eddie hisses as you squeeze the base before pumping your fist up and down slowly one time.
“Do you have a condom?” You ask, Eddie quickly nodding as he leans over to find one in his night stand.
He leans back to kick his jeans off before rolling on the contraceptive, an erotic display as he fists his own length a few times to stretch out the latex.
His eyes meet yours again as he gazes down at you: a panting, anticipating mess laid before him. With your skirt pushed up around your waist, he helps you slip off your panties before tossing them off to the side somewhere and letting out a shaky exhale as he leans down above you.
“You okay?” He asks, searching your face with his lovely doe eyes.
You admire his softness, nodding quickly as you pull him in for a kiss. He presses his forehead against yours as he slides into you, gripping the sheets with his supporting hand as your hot, wet entrance swallows his cock.
You gasp as he stretches you open, a mix of pleasure and pain that makes your head fuzzy. Eddie moans lowly as he fills you, lowering his torso down against yours as he bottoms out. He stays still, letting you adjust to him as he slides his arms under your back to hold you.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he pants, trying hard to keep still so he doesn’t rush you before you’re ready. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, Eddie, please don’t stop” you whine, shifting your hips to feel him move slightly.
Eddie shudders as your walls clench around him, gently moving his hips to see if you’re in pain. You squeeze his shoulders, letting out a sound of pleasure that rips straight through his core.
He finally starts to thrust into you, groaning as he pulls out and stuffs himself back in, unable to be still any longer.
He sets a pace that makes you want to drool, lazily snapping his hips so he goes deep deep deeper each time, pulling you onto his cock with his grip on the back of your neck.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asks with a low growl, his eyes roaming your parted mouth and heavy eyelids. “Hm? I saw you watching me in class,” he continues, clenching his jaw as he quickens his pace, pulling louder moans from your chest. “But you weren’t just watching me… you wantedme, didn’t you? You wanted me inside of you, princess?”
You cry out as he slams into you the deepest he has yet, piercing your cunt as he nudges your g-spot, forcing you to see stars as he kisses you jawline. “My sweet, shy girl… not so shy now, are you?”
“Eddie, I- I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, your nails digging into his shoulder blades as he pounds you into his mattress.
Eddie lets out a chuckle as he watches you with awe, writhing beneath him. He pumps harder, your eyes rolling back as he tests you to see what makes you tick. “You want it harder, baby?”
You whimper a yes, unable to form anything coherent as you wrap your legs around his hips to get him in even further. He slips an arm under your knee, hooking your leg up over his elbow as he slides even deeper, hitting you at an angle that makes you want to cry.
He’s railing you now as you snake your hands into his gorgeous hair, pulling his head back as he lets out a deep groan, encouraging him as he slams his hips into yours.
“That’s it, princess, cum all over me,” he says as he slips his hand down to play with your clit, his thumb expertly rubbing circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves.
You force your eyes open to look at him, his jaw clenched as he thrusts in and out of you wildly, his eyes focused on your pussy as he watches himself fuck you with knitted brows.
He glances up to see you staring, sliding his free hand up around your throat. You gasp as his cool rings press in against your warm skin, cutting off just enough air that you feel dizzy. You feel your whole body tense as your pussy locks around him, your thighs trembling as you cry out his name.
“Oh shit!” He gasps as your cunt clamps around him. He growls something unintelligible as his thrusts become erratic and sloppy, stopping as he rams into you a final time, shooting his hot load into the condom.
He falls down on top of you as his moans mix with heavy panting, carefully shifting his weight so he doesn’t crush you. He lifts his head after a moment, his big eyes glazed over with post-orgasmic bliss as he looks at you.
“That was fun,” he says with a chuckle.
“You need help with any other classes?” You ask breathlessly as Eddie breaks into laughter, his head falling back down on your chest. You both giggle as you brush your fingers through his hair.
“You can teach me whatever,whenever,” he says as he looks back up at you. You watch as his smile fades, his face becoming more serious as he examines your face.
“Be mine.”
Your breath catches in your throat as you give him an appalled look. “What?” You ask with an awkward laugh, thinking he had to be joking.
“Be mine, princess,” He says again, his eyes looking over you with possession.
everyone tells you to stay away from eddie munson. you can be infatuated with anyonebesides eddie munson.
the thing is, those people don’t really understand who they’re talking to.
to you, eddie munson is more than just a high school friend. you have known eddie from the young age of eight years old, when both of you lived in the same trailer park, struggled for the same things, played the same stupid games with mud and rocks when every other kid was making grand use of their two hundred dollar football nets and matching jerseys.
you and eddie go way back.
you moved out of the trailer park after your dad remarried and let you move in with him - a very kind move on his part, but it reaped more negatives than positives. you saw eddie less, and there was a brief period of time where you truly believed the best friendship you ever had was over.
until you went to high school, and he was there.
“i just cannot seem to get rid of you,” he said the first time he saw you in his biology class. and then he wrapped his gangly arms over your shoulders and pulled you into a hug that would cement this friendship for a lifetime.
now, you sit in your english class, waiting patiently for madeline to shut the fuck up. she’s a popular girl, on the cheerleading team - squad, cult, whatever it’s called - and she has this desperate desire to basically dictate anyone and everyone’s life as much as she possibly can. every time you sit across from her, ready to learn, she leans forward and starts spouting shit about how much better your life would be if you just got rid of eddie, kicked him to the curb, you’re a nice person, eddie’s the one holding you back from having an abundance of friends.
you ignore her.
“he smells, doesn’t he?” junior, one of the football players, chimes in. your grip tightens on your pen. “he looks like he would fucking reek,man. i’m ninety percent sure he just plays that stupid game rather than showering.”
“DnD,” you mumble.
junior looks up. “what?”
“DnD,” you repeat, firmer this time. “Dungeons and Dragons. that’s the game, and no, he doesn’t play it all the time. sometimes he’s here, listening to your bullshit.”
junior reels back like you’ve slapped him, a loud laugh slipping past his lips that makes you want to draw back and fell him even more; if eddie was here, he’d put them in their place withoutthe violence, would probably be making some massive scene about the state of the school system and how absurdit is that kids can get away with being so dumb,but eddie isn’t here - he’s probably playing DnD with his other friends.
and this is where things get bitter.
just the thought makes you want to retract the comments made in his favour. you love eddie, and part of you knows you always will to some capacity, but the energy you used to share with him has gone, led into oblivion by the hands of his other friends - a group of nice boys who you truly would get along with if you sat and spoke to them, but they make you nervous. they know so much more about eddie’s hobbies than you do, and it’s daunting having to sit amongst them and pretend to know everything they’re saying.
so you go to english class, even though you lose many braincells doing so.
thankfully, the bell rings to signal end of the day and you are able to leave. you don’t even wait for the teachers dismissal, because why would you listen to a grown man who’s first name you don’t even know?
you ignore the stares and the snickers as you storm down the hallway, ready to head home. you wouldgo to eddie’s house if you knew for certain he would be there, but you don’t.
you don’t really know anything certain about eddie these days.
—-
it’s too early in the morning for someone to be knocking on your door.
you weren’t asleep, of course. sleep isn’t something you find very easy to obtain these days, but that doesn’t make the sound any less confusing. you’re half tempted to just let the culprit keep knocking, but then your dad or his wife will wake up, and then you’ll have to talk to them, and no.
so, you pull yourself off the sofa and open the door, maybe a little too wide when dealing with a stranger.
but it’s just eddie.
you narrow your eyes, ready to make a snide remark when you notice how dishevelled he looks, like he’s ran here. he’s barefoot, which makes it even worse considering the rough terrain of the trailer park. his shirt is stained with dirt, like he’s fallen over multiple times. twigs and branches are tangled in his hair. his face is pale, breathing jumpy and wrong.
you grab his hand and drag him inside.
“holy shit, eddie,” you hiss. “holy shit.”
“yeah, holy shit is right,” he replies, slumping on the sofa. you hover, waiting for further explanation, but all you get is a blank look, and then-
“i’m gonna throw up.”
and then he throws up. all over the floor.
you jump back. “eddie!”
he clutches his stomach and rolls onto the floor, forever the dramatic little bitch. you groan, rush into the kitchen and grab the bin from beside the door. he clutches the edges of it, hanging his head over the side as he struggles mercilessly to catch his breath.
you kneel beside him. “what the fuck is going on?”
“i don’t know.”
“what do-”
“i don’t know!” he throws his head back, slams his ringed ringers into the side of the bin. “fuck, she’s dead,y/n! chrissy is dead!”
it takes you a minute to realise who he’s talking about. chrissy.
“the cheerleader?”
he nods, pressing his hand to his mouth.
“chrissy the cheerleader is dead?”
“yes, dumbass!”
you pause. “how did that happen?”
eddie belches in reply, like the answer is too much. you rub his back, still trying to process what he meant by such an odd statement; why was he even with chrissy in the first place?
“are you high?” you ask.
eddie shoots you a death glare, and even though that doesn’t necessarily answer your question, you’ve seen eddie high plenty of times before, and this is not one of those times. in fact, you’ve never seen him so sober, so alert.
you swallow thickly. “so… chrissy is dead.”
“please stop repeating that.”
“i’m sorry! I don’t know what else to say! what do we do?”
“they’re gonna think it was me, for fucks sake.”
you draw back, heart dropping into your stomach. “who? why?”
“who else, y/n?” he falls against the sofa again, one hand wound in his curls. “everyone! she’s laying dead in my fucking trailer right now, eyes gouged out and everything!”
“eyes gouged - eddie, what the fuck?”
“it wasn’t me,” he pants. “y/n, it wasn’t me. i swear to god. i didn’t even touch her! i don’t know what happened!”
and that’s when he breaks down into tears.
eddie has always been an emotional guy, but you haven’t seen him this bad in years. years.you haven’t had to hold him so tight in a very, very long time, but right now, it feels like if you don’t, he’ll genuinely break apart. there will be no putting him back together.
so you sit next to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders, dragging his head into your neck. eyes gouged out. chrissy is dead. laying dead in my trailer.
you close your eyes, holding him tighter. you don’t know what to do. you don’t know if you’re comforting a murderer right now. you don’t even know what’s happened- all you’re certain of is eddie munson, your best friend, sobbing uncontrollably after running barefoot to your house in the dead of night. you don’t know how to ignore that.
—-
eddie doesn’t stick around very long the next morning.
he wakes you up roughly, shaking your shoulder, kicking your feet as they hang over the side of the sofa. you’re barely awake when he drags you out the front door and into the dim morning, the cold air startling you into reality just long enough to realise what is going on.
“where are we going?”
“we need to get out of there before your dad wakes up,” he replies, before shooting you an exasperated look. “have you never been on the run before?”
you can’t reply, too busy focusing on keeping your footing. eddie clearly has not slept a wink, and honestly, you can’t blame him; it’s a miracle that even youwere able to get some sleep, considering last nights events. they come flooding back to you as you follow eddie through rough terrain, frosted grass soaking the underside of your old trainers. you glance over to make sure he’s okay, remembering so clearly the way he sobbed into your shoulder the night before - how can he just get over that so fast? how can he go from one extreme to the other without even batting an eye?
finally, after what feels like forever, eddie pulls you into a tiny shack hidden beneath a canopy of old trees. he has to kick the door open with more force than you’re comfortable with, but it flies open nonetheless, revealing a single room littered with spider webs. there’s a table in the centre, a blue tarpaulin draped over it; eddie immediately makes a b-line for it, pulls the tarpaulin off the table and drapes it over your shoulders; tiny raindrops slide down the collar of your shirt, making you squeal.
eddie claps a hand over your mouth. “sh!”
you shove the tarpaulin to the ground. “what the fuck?”
“you seemed cold,” he replies, picking it up. “your hand was shivering in mine.”
and call you crazy, because you really shouldn’t be feeling butterflies in your stomach at such a simple comment, especially when it was made at a time like this. you train your expression into one of frustration, all furrowed brows and a frown to match; eddie simply rolls his eyes and goes back to jerkily inspecting every crevice of the room.
“where are we anyway?” you ask. “we’re definitely at high risk of early death staying in here.”
“probably,” eddie replies, throwing an old baseball glove at you. “it’s an a-star place to hide, though.” he leaps onto the table and starts inspecting the roof, tweaking a pair of loose screws. giggling, he looks at you and says, “what does this remind you of?”
you throw the baseball glove at his crotch.
“ay, alright!” he jumps back down and joins you. you wrap your arms around your middle and sigh, watching the fog drift from your lips; it’s freezing. you have half a mind to complain about it, but you don’t think that will get you very far at a time like this. you still have so many questions, so many worries,but you don’t know how to organise them in a way that would make sense.
“you still cold?”
eddie’s voice is soft now, softer than you’ve ever heard it, certainly softer than it should be at a time like this.
you shrug. “a little. i’ll warm up.” you push yourself onto the table and swing your legs back and forth. “are you gonna explain to me what happened yet?”
eddie goes silent, and this time you don’t fill it in with words of pity, or words of comfort. you watch him mess with his bottom lip, the veins popping from his forearm. you watch him pace back and forth before finally deciding to take a seat beside you; his feet don’t swing like yours do. he used to tease you about that, but now he just stares at the ground, nibbling his lower lip.
“she’s definitely dead,” he says. “and - and whatever happened to her…” he inhales, glances at you. “y/n, she didn’t die a peaceful death. she was in pain.mad pain. she was somewhere else entirely.”
“what does that mean, eddie?”
silence.
you grab his arm. “eddie, you have to talk to me. i know how you get - maybe this isn’t as bad as your brain is making you think. maybe i can go back out there and make things right-”
“there’s nothing to make right, y/n. she’s dead. dead, in my trailer.” he scoffs, shaking back his shaggy hair. “people already see me as a freak. the fact a girl got her eyes blown up at my house probably won’t even surprise them; they’ve been wanting me locked up for years.”
a sour taste fills your mouth, but only because you know he’s telling the truth. you suppose a part of you always believed eddie was too lost in his own world to understand the cruel things people always said about him, but here you are, listening to him admit that he’s actually listened to every word, and it doeseffect him, whether he shows it or not.
you swallow. “so, what? we’re just gonna sit in here for the rest of our lives?”
he flops onto his back. the table creaks. “i’llbe sitting here for the rest of my life; you, my dear, are free to do whatever you want.”
“you don’t actually expect me to leave you.”
he glances at you. you capture the tiniest flicker of his smirk, like he’s impressed by you. “don’t be stupid, l/n. you’ve got a loving family to go home to.”
you scoff, and flop down next to him. “do i fuck. my dad doesn’t even want me anymore; he thinks i’m holding him back from having a realfamily with his new wife.”
“bullshit. that man worships the ground you walk on, and you know it.” eddie shrugs. “can’t say i blame him, either.”
you roll your eyes, even as the words burn a hole in your chest that makes you feel like you could break down crying at any moment; eddie always jokes like this, little flirtatious jabs that mean nothing to him but everything to you.
“but i’m being serious, petal,” he continues. “you go. tell everyone i tried to attack you in the woods. get the most out of this whilst you can.”
“eddie…”
“you’re not gonna go all hero on me, are you?”
you frown. he’s right, of course. you have every reason under the sun to just walk right out of this shack and feign ignorance to the rest of the world, to just sit and wait for eddie to get caught and the drama to begin. he’s hardly been the best friend to you these days, and listening to him now makes you realise he might just realise that himself.
but doing that doesn’t even feel like an option. leaving him behind like he’s nothing more than some guy you grew up with - it’s a lie. it’s a lie, and you can’t do it.
“y/n.”
you glance over to see him staring, waiting for you to respond. “eddie.”
“i’m serious. go.”
“if you wanted me to go, you wouldn’t have dragged me here in the first place.”
eddie scoffs. “you have to be so stubborn, don’t you?”
“tell me i’m wrong.”
he shrugs. “i mean, nah. you’re not wrong. i wanted your face to be the last one i see before the cops send me off to the electric chair.”
“don’t say that. that’s not funny.”
he laughs anyway, because that’s what eddie munson does in times of crisis. he yells, and he laughs, and he plays along to the nickname of ‘freak’ because it’s so much easier than fighting it.
“i’m not going anywhere,” you say after a moment. and then you take a risk, sliding your fingers along the wooden table until you are holding his hand, his rings cold against your palm, his fingers engulfing your own. he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even look your way, but you feel the tenseness in his arm, watch the veins throb in his forearm, like he wants something more but doesn’t know how to ask for it.
“you know, y/n,” he says, voice hoarse. “i’ve missed you a hell of a lot these past few weeks. a hellof a lot.”
“have you? why didn’t you invite me to all those hellfire meetings then?” you glance over. “i would have come, eddie. you know that.”
“i know. i just… i don’t know. it’s weirdnot having you to myself sometimes. i want you to meet my friends, but i also want you to sit with me, on our own. you know?”
you don’t know, but you let him babble.
“i should have invited you. it would have been nice,” he continues. “but i like this. just sitting with you. chilling. not a single soul in sight.”
“being on the run from the cops?”
“romantic, i’d say.”
you giggle, even though the mention of romance - once again - makes you feel like there’s a hole being ripped open in your chest. you want to tell him to stop, that you can’t spend what could very well be your last few hours with him, feeling this way.
“you’re still my best friend, petal,” he continues, and that’s when you notice he’s rubbing his thumb across your knuckles, a slow and gentle strum that makes your body heat up more than it should. “that’s why i came to you before anyone else.”
“y-yeah?”
his head snaps up. “did you just stutter?”
you look away, cursing under your breath. it’s too late, though - the mistake has been spotted by eddie, and there’s no running from it now. he laughs, loud and oh-so annoying, before grabbing your chin between two fingers and turning your head to look at him.
you scowl. “i’ll spit in your face.”
“spit in my mouth, and i won’t complain.”
“eddie!”
he laughs again, only this time you can’t help joining in. it reminds you of old times, where you would both say the stupidest shit to each other until tears ran down your cheeks, and people were telling you to shut up.
his hand drops from your chin to your collarbone. he can probably hear your heartbeat, a steady thump beneath his fingers, but you’re too lost in the moment to care. you’re also too lost in the moment to notice him leaning forward, not until the room is suddenly blocked out by the curtain of shaggy hair now covering your face. your laughter dies in your throat, replaced by a strangled gasp that makes eddie laugh just that little bit more, but he seems too distracted to laugh like before; it’s a breathless laugh, one that makes you want to do horrible, unspeakable, not-best-friend-like things to him.
you swallow thickly. he watches your throat bob, his fingers slowly crawling up your collarbone until they rest on the hollow of your throat.
“eddie…,” you whisper. his eyes slip closed, like his name on your lips is all he needed. “eddie, what are you…”
but he’s already leaning forward, his eyes still closed, but his lips inches from your own. you can feel his breath on your skin. you can feel his fingers trembling on your throat. you can feel everything,and you don’t know what to do with it all.
so you reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair. he jumps, eyes snapping open. you give him a tiny, watery smile, too scared to say anything lest he pull away, taking the moment with him.
“you have very pretty lips,” he whispers.
you giggle quietly. “do i?”
“mhm.” he presses on the hollow of your throat - just once - before finally, finally,swooping down and kissing you. whatever hole once opened in your chest disappears immediately, replaced by an explosion you can only describe as euphoric. you groan as if in desperation, which makes eddie laugh against your mouth - because there he goes again, your eddie, forever laughing, even in times like these.
his hand travels to your hips, pulling you into him despite the awkward angle. honestly, you’ll take any type of contact right now, as long as it’s eddie pressed against you, as long as it’s his gorgeous hands holding you in place. you trail your fingers through his hair, using the curls to press his lips closer to your own, and the groan he releases into your mouth makes every creaking bone and awkward angle so, so worth it.
you pull away only when air is getting scarce. the minute your lips are your own again, eddie lets out a howl so loud you wouldn’t think for a minute he was a convict on the run. he flops onto his back, hands behind his head, goofy grin on his face.
you roll your eyes, still trying to catch your breath. “you really think you’re all that now, huh?”
“fuck,”he exclaims, placing one hand over his growing crotch. “that was everything i thought it would be, and more! woo!”
you laugh. “give it a rest, munson. and keep your voice down.”
“you can’t tell me to keep my voice down after that.”he shakes his head, still smiling dumbly. “you ever played strip DnD?”
“no, and i never will.”
eddie purses his lips, still swollen. “we’ll see about that.”
Summary/Request:@lilithsays666: could you do where reader and eddie first meet like maybe at a record store and they both bond over metal music??
Warnings:None :))
Word Count: 515
a/n: i hope you like this! btw i based this off of the band black sabbath bc eddie references them in one of the episodes lol.
You quickly walked into the record store that was just a short five minute walk away from your house, searching everywhere for Black Sabbath’s new album, ‘Seventh Star’.
It had been released not too long ago and you had been dying to buy it ever since it wasreleased.
Your eyes were darting all over the store, in search of the album cover or the section labeled ‘Black Sabbath’ in the midst of the stores large catalog.
A few minutes into your search, your eyes finally found the album. It was in the front of the bands section and you were so caught up in trying to find it that you didn’t even see the boy who was now standing right next to you.
And just as you were about to grab it from the shelf, another hand, rings covering the upper half of his fingers, went for it at the same time. Your fingers lightly brushed against each other as you then started to peer over to the boy next to you and quickly apologize.
“Sorry,” you said with an awkward chuckle as the handsome boy in front of you invaded your senses, “You can have it.” you told him as you gestured to the record with your dominant hand.
“Black Sabbath, huh?” he simply said in response, looking you up and down while he spoke, his fingers lightly resting on the edge of the shelf.
“Yeah, they’re one of my favorite bands.” you told him with a soft smile on your face.
“Mine too.” he replied, smiling back at you.
And as he smiled at you, it seemed as though there was a sparkle in his eye.
“Really? Most people think their music is bad.” you said to him whilst you raised your eyebrows in shock.
“I get where your coming from, most people don’t have a good taste in music, unlike you, sweetheart.” he told you with a wink, causing you to blush a little.
“I’m (y/n), by the way.” you made known to him as you held out your hand.
“I’m Eddie.” he told you in response as he shook your hand, his rings pressing up against your skin.
He opened his mouth to speak again then paused for a moment. You were incredibly beautiful and he knew he wanted to see you again, he just didn’t know what to say. So, he said the first thing that came to mind.
“How about this, we’ll compromise, I’ll let you have the record and in return you give me your number.” he suggested to you as a smirk rolled out across his lips.
You smirked back at him, “Deal.” you replied, now pulling a small piece of paper and pen out of your pocket.
And once you had finished writing your number down, you handed him the piece of paper and he handed you the record.
“I’ll see you around, Eddie.” you said with a wink as you headed over to the nearby register to pay for the record.
“See you around.” he replied before he quickly walked out of the store.
I posted this last night originally but it wasn’t showing up in the tags, so I figured I’d try again today (tumblr, you’ve got issues). Anyway, pls indulge in this fic about Joseph not keeping his hands to himself ;)
Pairing: Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader (no physical descriptions)
Warnings: Touching (like a lot I got carried away), pining, mention of sex, I also had no idea how to end this sorry y’all
WC: 1.2k
It was Geeked Week for Netflix, which meant they pulled out all the stops for Stranger Things and had a plethora of events set up for the show. A fairly unknown actress, you were one of the many new additions to the cast in the show’s latest season, so all this media coverage and the number of events you had to attend was still new territory. One of those events was playing a game of Dungeons and Dragons, hosted by B. Dave Walters. Your character, Stacey, was a member of the fictional Hellfire Club in the show, which was Hawkins High’s resident D&D association. You sat around a table with the other members, Finn, Priah, Gaten, and Joseph, tablets and notepads in front of you.
Dave seemed like an entertaining and interactive host/master, so he held your focus for the duration of the introduction before it was time to play. Your knowledge of the game in real life was pretty substantial, so, all things considered, you felt prepared.
Your focus, however, was interrupted, by a calloused hand suddenly touching you. Your silk shirt dress had ridden up, just a bit, so the hand landed on your bare mid thigh. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the perpetrator, Joseph, who sat right next to you. A look of concentration was on his face as he listened to Dave set the current situation for the game. He could’ve had a small smirk on his face, or looked like he was doing a poor attempt at an innocent expression because he knew he was teasing you. But, he was calm; focused, almost like he didn’t even think twice about placing his large, warm hand on your thigh. It was like it was just a reflex. He placed his hand there like he would fold his arms or touch his jaw while he paid attention.
You and Joseph were no strangers to touching one another, even in such familiar ways. You hadn’t slept together-hell, you hadn’t even kissed. But there was always some physical contact behind closed doors. Being two of the newest main cast members was nerve wracking, so you formed a natural closeness with each other. You’d go to his trailer to run lines before shooting a scene and suddenly your legs were thrown over his while the two of you laughed over something completely unrelated to the script. He’d go to your hotel room to watch a movie because you couldn’t sleep, and you’d doze off in his arms with the movie still playing in the background. There were always innocent brushes of the hand when he walked past you or lingering hugs every morning on set or during press, or when you said goodbye at the end of the day.
After 2 years of working together and having these interactions, there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that your love language was physical touch-or rather, Joseph’s touch. You had grown to crave it. (a/n: and who could blame you sis?)
So, having been so used to his touches, your surprise at this one wore off as quickly as it came, and you allowed his action, because it just felt right. However, that didn’t mean that his movements were lost on you. Your legs were crossed at the ankles, leaving a small gap between your thighs. Joseph, his touch remaining intact, began to slide his fingers through the small space, his thumb on the other side, getting a good grip on your thigh. Your heart fluttered a bit at that, and you felt warm inside, even though his hand was relatively cool. He touched you like he was trying to re-familiarize himself with your skin.
Dave asked him to describe his D&D character, ‘Joe Keery’, and you couldn’t help but laugh lightly- because one, he began describing the actual Joe Keery like he was a novelist, and also, he started to lazily drag his thumb across your skin while he spoke, and you were nothing if not ticklish. His hand remained there, thumb and fingers crawling against your thigh at various intervals, until it was time to roll on his tablet. He gave your thigh a firm squeeze before taking the device in his hands.
The game went by smoothly, lots of banter and antics being exchanged among everyone at the table. Joseph kept his hands to himself for the most part. Though, his default position of manspreading caused your knees to be pressed against one another, even if your legs were closed. They’d occasionally rub together with the slightest movement of excitement.
It was around the time of the in game meeting with Vecna that you began to grow a bit antsy. When you crossed your legs and leaned back a bit in your seat, your toes hit something soft-and you realized it was Joe’s leg. It wasn’t a kick, more of a small, accidental nudge. If he noticed, his face didn’t show it. However, you knew your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you when, as you went to pull away, he subtly moved his leg into your touch even more, your toes pressing into his calf muscle.
You couldn’t avoid the small smile that tugged at your lips.
A few moments passed before you unconsciously began to drag your heeled foot up and down against the material that covered his calf. Somehow, this grounded you and brought your focus back to the task at hand.
Unbeknownst to you, your actions calmed him as well, and he was able to release some restlessness by focusing on your foot’s light movements against his leg.
The game went on normally, everyone at the table none the wiser to what happened below the surface-not that there was anything to hide, really. It wasn’t like things were getting explicit. Even when you uncrossed your legs eventually and shifted in your seat, the touches continued, albeit more subtle. If he addressed you, his fingers would tickle your shoulder if he leaned his forearm on his chair’s backrest. Your biceps brushed together constantly, even though it wasn’t on purpose. At one point, he grasped your hand on the table when you were hoping to roll a big number. Also at one point, when a bout of laughter struck you both, your heads leaned into one another, temples touching.
The two of you got so lost in each other and your natural closeness, neither of you even thought to tone it down in front of the cameras.
And with everything being caught on video, it became all the Stranger Things fans needed to be sent into a spiral of shipping.
Well, that wasn’t true. They had been sent into that very spiral a few weeks ago when press videos began to be released. They claimed they sensed a ‘tension’ between you and Joseph that wasn’t there in both your interactions with other cast members. Your ship name, along with gifs and edits of your interactions quickly began to circle the internet.
So when Geeked Week arrived and the D&D video was uploaded, the comments section quickly went frenzied.
The view from under the table was dimly lit, but if someone’s eyes drifted down below, it was obvious. The top comment became one that pointed the two of you out, and then that was almost all anyone could talk about.
Did y’all peep what was happening under that table bc
Joseph’s grip on Y/N’s thigh sheeeesh
↪Lucky girl
Y/N just casually dragging her foot against his leg like it’s nothing???
Not them being all touchy pls get a room
These two have to have something going on there’s no way that body language means nothing
Gaten’s smirk whenever Joseph and Y/N would interact HE KNOWS SOMETHING Y’ALL
↪Lmao I bet the entire cast knows they have something going on but them
The way they look at each other oh my God they’re so down bad
When he held her hand
I don’t know who I’m more jealous of tbh
The fact that they’re the two newest main cast members and seem so close I’m-
Pls Joseph looking for every reason to touch Y/N is so relatable
When are these two going to admit their obvious feelings for one another???
summary: at his hiding place, eddie “the banished” receives some bad news about the person he cares the most about, and because of that, he reminisces.
word count:1.3k
warnings: fluff and angst. he was an electric guitar boy, she was an acoustic guitar girl, can i make it any more obvious?
It was the third time they’d almost scared him to death.
The first was when they found him, hiding at Reefer Rick’s boathouse, clinging to a piece of broken glass to dear life, like a cornered paladin clung to their sword - but with none of the honor, righteousness and lawful good bullshit, only a wanted man trying to make it through the night. The second was when they brought him supplies, and he was still too on edge to not be suspicious of anything that got too close.
This time, Eddie wasn’t expecting anybody, which made him even more worried. They were not supposed to be there that day.
He sat back as he watched Dustin make his way into the living room, followed by a distraught looking Robin Buckley and an equally upset Steve Harrington. They were all quiet, too quiet, and that could only mean bad news. More bad news.
“Please, don’t tell me I’m being charged for another uncanny murder case.” Making light of a bad situation had always been one of his strong points, but none of his jokes seemed to land right now that his life has turned upside down.
“No, no! There haven’t been any other uncanny murders, but, uh…” Dustin started, “we kind of need your help now.”
“You’re friends with Y/N, aren’t you?” This time, Robin was the one to speak. “Senior, works at the record store downtown… Your friends told us you’re kind of close.”
Kind of close. He thought. That’s one way to put it.
I love everything about this story. I mean, I loved everything about the preview you gave us, but now that I see what you’re doing with the story with the flashbacks to show us how Eddie knows her favorite song…
This series will be updated every few days. If you’d like to be added to my Eddie taglist, let me know. I hope you enjoy it! - Love, Kiki ♡
| Eddie Munson x female reader
| THEN. You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected life line and turns your world upside down. NOW. Four months have passed since the winter night you walked out of Eddie’s trailer and his life for good. But when the mysterious headaches and nightmares return full-force and something wicked stirs in sleepy Hawkins, starting a witch hunt against Eddie, you realize that there are two things in this world that might be more persistent than you’d thought: Evil…and love. The story will be told in two timelines: the past (after the Battle of Starcourt) and the present (during the events of season 4).
|angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut
|SMUT (in the later chapters, so you need to be 18+ to read this story!), angst with a happy ending, canon-typical violence
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|mentions of attempted assault, Jason Carver, canon-typical violence
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[Monday, September 9th, 1985. THEN.]
“You look like shit,” Max stated as she climbed into the backseat of your car Monday morning, having already waited at the side of the road that led to the Forest Hills trailer park the Mayfields had moved to a month ago after Neil Hargrove had left in the wake of his son’s death.
“Why, good morning to you, too,” you quipped as you started the engine to get back on the road as Robin chimed up from the passenger seat, “That’s what I said, as well. How much sleep did you get?”
“Five hours,” you replied.
“That’s not bad.”
“Over the whole weekend,” you added. A glimpse at Max through the rear-view mirror told you the redhead probably hadn’t slept at all. The skin around her eyes was pale enough to see the blue pattern of veins underneath.
No matter how bad you’d been faring since Starcourt, since your friends had managed to burn the Mind Flayer out of your brains, Max had it worse. Your heart went out to her as she adjusted the headphones over her ears to drown out whatever thoughts and memories would haunt her as soon as she was alone with her mind.
It had been two months since Starcourt, and one month since the start of this odd carpool with talkative Robin and the new gloomy, silent version of Max. On the first day of the new school year, Robin and you had decided to pick the redhead up to spare her the bus ride and the additional moments of scrutiny and whispers that inadvertently followed her, now that she was the girl with the brother who’d died in the “mall fire”. Picking her up in the mornings had become an unspoken agreement, just as it had become with Robin.
It was weird how it had taken possession on your side and a fight against a monster made of molten people to befriend Robin Buckley, the girl who’d lived in the same street as you ever since you could remember. She was growing on you. And she was growing on Nancy, as well. Shared trauma, as it turned out, didn’t just make a great foundation for relationships, but friendships as well.
As you barrelled down the street with a roar of the old car’s engine, your gaze briefly flitted towards the trailer opposite the Mayfield’s, and your thoughts returned to the encounter in the woods Friday night.
To Eddie Munson, who wasn’t callous or scary or threatening at all, but…kind.
Once again, may I say that Jason is a piece of trash.
The rest of this chapter tho! Like, I know what happens bc I saw the season, but I still can’t wait how interpret it w/ these versions of the characters.
summary: an unlikely friendship blooms into something more at the only record store in the town of hawkins, indiana
or the five times eddie munson made fun of your music taste and the one time he was grateful for it.
warnings: friends to lovers, mutual pining, angst with a happy ending, too many music references, canon compliant but the timeline diverges a little bit, each part will have their own individual warnings
plot: a casual smoke sesh with you, your boyfriend eddie, and your best friend steve turns into something…… less casual lol content warnings: smoking/drug use, voyeurism (eddie loves to watch), masturbation, handjob, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected sex, eiffel towering (do u call it eiffel towering if one of the guys is sitting down? nvm), creampie word count:2k a/n: weird gif to use ig but i needed something homoerotic
smut below the cut!
You hum, then sit up. “Okay, your guys’ turn.”
You are sitting in between them as they lie flat. There’s a sense of satisfaction amongst you all, but none of you want this to end. Not anytime soon, at least.
plot: a casual smoke sesh with you, your boyfriend eddie, and your best friend steve turns into something…… less casual lol content warnings: smoking/drug use, voyeurism (eddie loves to watch), dirty talk, heavy petting, begging, fingering, overstimulation, eddie calls reader baby word count:2.6k a/n: i hope yall like my first one shot! the ones been brewing for a while. it’s pretty drawn out but i think its worth it also not all of my stuff will be x cis female reader, it just pertains to this specific story
smut below the cut!
Eddie’s bed was probably your favorite place in the entire world.
It was an odd choice for a favorite place. His mattress wasn’t anything special, probably over a decade old. His pillows are too flat for you. He doesn’t even have a top sheet, just sleeps with the same old quilt every night. But damn it, every time you got in it, you either got high or got fucked. So yeah, it was your favorite place in the world. And it only gets better when your favorite people are in it too.
You sat on the end of the bed, facing the headboard, your legs criss-crossed. Eddie was on your left, laying down but propping his torso up with his elbows. His feet press against your hip, occasionally rubbing them softly against you, just to let you know he was thinking about you.
Steve was to your right. He laid flat on his back, hands plopped casually on his chest. It was rare, just the three of you hanging out without Nancy or Robin. Not that you minded, it was nice to have the occasional smoke session without Robin’s constant babbling. She got ten times more talkative when she was high, but you’d also be lying if you said you didn’t miss it a little bit.
Still, you were content. Sitting between your favorite boys, passing around the second joint of the hour. You were all substantially stoned already, but it was a Saturday, and the second joint was just sitting there.
And in the midst of the smoke, and jokes, and Eddie’s little touches– the conversation seemed to have somehow drifted into unknown waters.
Eddie cleared his throat and looked away. His cheeks flushed.
“You okay?” Y/N asked.
His grip tightened on the bathroom counter he leaned against. “A pretty girl is kneeling between my legs with my jeans around my ankles. I’m peachy.” He shrugged with an awkward grin.
(no spoilers btw) i just needed to write for him bc i love him look at him :D
he would pay close attention to you, maybe unconsciously taking mental notes about what you like and don’t like
maybe he’s a bit obvious but let’s be honest you’re not the best at picking up cues
he would make you a mixtape (inserting a song or two of his in as well)
but actually giving you the mixtape is a different story
he never could really get himself to talk to you without a reason sooo…
you found yourself paired up with eddie for school projects a lot
a lot a lot
maybe it was a bit suspicious, but you didn’t mind
eddie would do his best to make you laugh (and he succeeds)
if you asked about his band or about dnd and hellfire club, he would happily talk about it to you
honestly, he’s always happy to talk to you
one time you were working on a project at his place and, while searching for a pencil, stumbled across a tape, a mixtape, with your name on it
“Eddie? What’s this?” You held up the tape.
“What’s wha— oh um uh nothing important.” He stood and moved toward you, trying to take the tape back.
“It has my name on it.” You grinned.
“Does it? That— that’s weird.”
“Did you make a mixtape for me, Eddie?”
“W-well I make mixtapes for all of my friends.” His face was bright red as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“Sooo, I’m your friend?”
“Yeah. Friend.”
he would study with you more (outside of projects because you were officially friends now. friends), or you would study and he would try not to stare
you would catch him a couple of times (it was because you were staring a bit too)
sometimes when you were studying late, tiredness would make eddie rest his head on your shoulder
eddie had his touchy feely moments before but this was different for some reason
once you did it to him and he barely moved an inch
he would always give you huge discounts but he insisted that it was because of friendship
eventually, it wasn’t just studying, but it was two friends who were hanging out (and maybe both of them wanted a bit more but they wouldn’t say anything)
eddie knew that one day you would figure out that he only made a mixtape for you
he didn’t know you already knew
so why were neither of you making a darn move?
you idiots just needed one good shove in the right direction
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?”
IDK man I just think Eddie would love you riding his face
Like you put all your weight onto him, basically crushing him against the floor, feeing his fresh-shaved stubble against the inside of your sweaty thighs, and his tongue just works you until you can’t do anything but grind down against his chin and feel his nose bump against your clit
He’s just fucking wild for how wet you get, making his face all slick and shiny
And OH MY GOD those big Bambi chocolate-black eyes looking up at you from right over your pelvic bone, his pupils so fucking BLOWN WIDE and glazed over as he enthusiastically suckles on your clit and you squirm
Bonus points if you lace your fingers with his and press them to the floor on either side of his wild, spread-out mane and use them as leverage to drag your wet pussy across his lips
He LOVES it when you cum on his tongue, lapping your wetness up, cutting off his air for a few seconds with your weight
Literally every time afterwards when you see him lick his lips or touch his mouth you have this Pavlovian response and get wet, and he just smiles at you in this toothy, self-satisfied way
: After a long deep conversation with your friend, she ends up recommending you to a drug dealer who attends her high school.
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:18+ only. drugs, usage of drugs, explicit language, kissing, heavily kissing, oral sex, unprotected sex, cum eating… smutty af.
/: oh my god. season 4 of stranger things is freaking amazing. but this character. when I saw him… I KNEW I had to write about him. I can’t even comprehend how he made me feel so… anyways… hope you like the story! also this is spoiler free!
‘’I hope I’m at the right place.’’ you say to yourself, as you drive down a dark driveway until you notice a cluster of trailers, dispersed across the area in front of you
You were talking to your friend a few nights ago, and the topic became pretty deep. You expressed how sometimes you just wanted to feel numb due to your preoccupied thoughts lately. That’s when she mentioned the drug dealer that attends her high school. She said that he has the best supplies for when you need to take a moment for yourself. Since you were from a different highschool you had no idea what he would look like let alone where he lived so you told her if she would get them for you. Of course she said no so you were left with a paper and scribbled on was the address followed by his name.
‘’Eddie Munson.’’ you say his name as you approach his trailer. You could see there was a light inside, meaning he was home and was expecting you as your friend told him you would be arriving sometime later this evening.
Parking the car outside, you grab your small pouch you had with the money inside. You weren’t sure how much he’d charge so you brought a fair amount just in case.
After locking the car, you walk up to his front door and knock, hoping you knocked on the right door.
