summary:reader hooks up with Eddie, seemingly out of character for her, and accidentally steals his shirt.
warnings: 16+, a lot of swearing, kissing, suggestive dialogue, also they’re both seniors so I wrote it as them both being 18.
word count:2.6 k
a/n:yes, I know I basically fell of the face of the earth, but I binged st4 and this idea just immediately popped into my head because I’m so down bad for Eddie.
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If you ever told me that I would be in the back of a van, musty with the stench of old weed, I’d laugh. If you ever told me that the van in question belonged to Eddie Munson, I might have thought you hit your head on concrete to make you come to such a conclusion.
But no one’s telling jokes. And no one has a concussion.
I am, in fact, with a conscious mind, hooking up with Eddie Munson in the back of his beat-up van while the remnants of some of the senior class are sitting around a bonfire. Or doing what I’m doing, but with someone who isn’t him.
An array of cloth and blankets, which are more loose threads than actual blankets, are scattered under us. What a gentleman. The fabric scratches against my bare leg. Part of me wonders if these blankets are in such a condition from other sexual escapades. Or maybe he is just terrible at keeping his things neat and tidy.
My head rests on the back of the front seat, and I feel the worn fabric against my scalp. The metal from his rings feel cold as his fingers slip under the back of my shirt. His breath is hot on my neck, and the rational part of my brain is screaming, ’what the fuck are you doing?’ but rationality has left the conversation.
His hair is silky smooth, and he smells of the bonfire that is still burning outside. He smells good. Woodsy, of pine, maybe cigarette ash, all things I usually avoid. But, I guess today I’m plunging headfirst into a sea of foreign territory.
I have never been one to do things half-assed.
He pulls away for a moment, his dark eyes like a pool of ash that was previously ablaze. There’s a gnawing at me to trace the tattoo resting under his collarbone, to ask him how it felt. His stare ignites me because I’m realizing that he’s hot, and I’m confused, and maybe I do have a concussion.
“Eddie!” Someone shouts from outside. I’m suddenly more aware of my surroundings, the rational part of my brain coming to the forefront.
That’s enough to pull me out from whatever trance I was in and start gathering my things, aiming to get hell out of here before I do something else that I might regret later.
“I can tell them to fuck off. You don’t have to go,” he says, grabbing ahold of my arm. His voice is low and raspy at the edges of the syllables.
He uses his free hand to brush my bangs away from my eyes. I instinctively shiver. Partially from the coolness of the metal decorating his fingers but also because I feel myself almost wanting to stay — haunting in itself.
Get a fucking grip.
Eddie and me, for a lack of better words, run in different crowds. Sure, our paths have crossed a couple of times. Emphasis on a couple. Not enough for him to leave a lasting romantic impression. But enough of an impression, nevertheless, for me to never have entertained the idea of us ever becoming an us in any sense of the word.
“No, no. I should go,” I rush the words, almost as fast as I slip my sweater back over my head.
And that’s how I left a shirtless Eddie Munson in the back of his stuffy van. So fast that he barely managed to get a word out, and I hoped to god he never will.
I don’t even bother to close the van when I hop out. My shoes leave a skid trail on the dirt from where I’ve slid across the ground.
Robin leans against a wooden fence, surrounded only by a few people, none of which served any importance to me at the moment. I quickly march over, grab her arm and pull her hard enough to let her feet stagger against the dirt.
“Let’s go,” I say.
She doesn’t ask any questions and I don’t offer any explanations.
•••
The video store opens at 10 a.m., and I know Robin is working the morning shift because she has complained about it for the past two days. And I think that I’ve gotten this Eddie situation to settle in my brain long enough where I just need to let it out.
I grab my bag that’s resting on the back of my desk chair, the straps falling limply over the edge. I hadn’t taken out anything from last night, and I’m sure there are clothes tucked inside that desperately need to be washed. I unzip the top pocket and begin tossing some things into the laundry basket laying against my door, or throwing them on my bed to be put away later; socks, headphones, a beaded bracelet, Eddie’s Hellfire Club shirt.
Wait. Eddie’s Hellfire Club shirt!? The same shirt he was wearing last night. I see a light smear of my pink lip gloss under the neck hemline.
“Shit, shit shit,” I curse repeatedly.
I can’t throw it in the laundry basket because someone will find it. If someone finds it, they’ll ask me about it. I’m great at lying but not that great at it. Mom goes through my room at least once every other day, and I think my safest option – to ensure my personal dignity – is to keep it with me in that bag.
I roll it up real tight and smush it to the bottom in the tightest corner possible. If I press hard enough, maybe it can disappear, or disintegrate, and I don’t have to think about what happened with Eddie Munson again.
Wishful thinking.
I throw open the doors of the small storefront at 10:05 a.m. Robin, obviously anticipating someone else, sighs loudly, bracing herself for the day to begin. Her features relax when she notices it’s just me, but that’s quickly replaced with confusion: furrowed brows, narrowed eyes.
“You’re up early,” Robin says.
I saunter up to the counter, leaning all my weight on my elbows, resting them on the surface. It’s sticky. I recoil and move a few inches over.
“So are you,” I reply.
She surveys me for a few moments, studying my expression. She knows something is off.
“You can tell me while I restock these videos,” Robin says, reading my mind.
She wheels a cart from behind the counter, nearly running over my feet. I follow her around the aisles: romance, horror, sci-fi. Robin tosses them onto the shelves, not in particularly neat stacks. She takes some time to peruse, picking up a few flicks to read the short synopsis at the back that usually no one cares to read in full. Robin acts more like a browsing customer than an employee.
I attempt to work up the courage to explain this situation in the most sensible way.
However, it comes out most unpolished. “I hooked up with Eddie Munson yesterday and I accidentally stole his shirt.”
Robin whips around, her shoulder knocking over a display of copies of Back to the Future. She doesn’t make any motion or intention to pick them up.
“You stole Eddie Munson’s shirt?” Robin asks, eyebrows raised.
“That’s what you’re focusing on? About ten hours ago his tongue was in my mouth, Robin. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”
Behind Robin, a woman makes eye contact with me, quickly ushering her child away from the situation. I attempt a friendly smile, but she scowls as she walks away and out the door.
“You just cost us a customer,” Robin jokes.
“Steve will understand.”
A group of kids come crashing in, faces smeared with remnants of the slushies they are holding with sticky fingers. They run to the section of R-rated films, touching it with their blue raspberry, cherry, and berry blast-covered hands. They can’t be any older than twelve.
“Hey!” Robin yells. “I’m not losing my job over you twirps. Don’t touch those!”
Their eyes widen, but not before the herd of them charge right where Robin and I are positioned, which is conveniently near the exit. One of the kids loses his balance, sending his half-filled cup of flavoured ice sugar, that’s nearly melted, all over my shirt. Which, of course, is white. And now see-through.
“Fuck my life,” I mutter, glaring at the little culprit. They disperse quickly, nearly falling over each other to push the glass doors open.
I walk back towards the counter, flinging my bag on top. I rummage quickly through it, hoping I didn’t take out every single item of clothing in there that could save me. The Hellfire Club shirt stares back at me, a little ball in the corner, taunting me.
Fucking Eddie Munson.
“Do you have an extra shirt?” I ask Robin, desperation riddled in my voice.
“I don’t think so.” She leans against the counter a few steps away from me, staring with a sympathetic gaze. I want to die.
“An employee shirt? Those little vests? Maybe Steve left a jacket or something behind?” I lay my hands on her shoulders, shaking her a little. “Any piece of fabric, I will take anything! I will wrap a scarf around my body and walk out of here with my head held high.”
Her lips make a thin line, and despite her feeling sorry for me, I know that she’s secretly amused. To be fair, if it was her, I’d think it was pretty funny. But this is the kind of funny story that we look back and laugh about in a few weeks time. Now is way too soon.
The door swings open again, and by the powers of the universe itself, it’s Eddie fucking Munson. What did I do to deserve this bad karma?
Though I am not an athlete, my immediate reaction is to hurl myself over the counter. I silently wince as I land on my knees. I don’t think he saw me. My bag tumbles with me and my keychain jabs me in the nose.
There are other voices, making me feel slightly relieved that it’s not just the three of us in here. Robin glides behind the counter and crouches down beside me.
“Thinking about joining high-jump?”
“Ha, ha,” I deadpan.
“You should just go talk to him,” Robin says. “You’re going to have to face him eventually. If not here, then at school, or maybe he’ll just drive by your house every day. Or ride his bike, like Duckie.”
“When did you watch Pretty in Pink?” I question.
“Steve,” we both say in unison.
I shake my head. “I’m not talking to him like this! Look at my shirt,” I gesture towards my chest specifically. “It’s practically see-through.”
“I mean, it’s not like he hasn’t seen it before.”
I narrow my eyes at her, hoping that if I stare hard enough, I can blow up her head. I smack her in the arm. She rubs at the pinkish hue, “Jeez, okay, don’t talk to him.”
“What am I supposed to say. ‘Hey, we’ve only talked twice, and the second time you were touching my boobs, so yeah, how are you?’”
“I mean, a little direct but laying it all out there, I like it.”
I roll my eyes at her. “Okay, now I’m staying here all day. You can deliver me meals via the trolly with that broken wheel. I can make a comfy home here.” I pat the black rug that’s speckled with multicoloured dots.
“Or you can get up when he leaves,” Robin offers.
“That too.”
“Like…” Robin peers over the counter, “he is right now.”
Thank God.
The fabric of my shirt is sticking to my skin. I feel gross. I’m going to have to take a shower when I get home. I peel it off quickly and dab the part of my chest that is still somewhat wet from the slushie.
Is this how Carrie felt?
Thankfully the side of the counter is blocked off by a sign advertising a new movie that I can’t bother to read the name of. I fish for the stupid shirt out of the bag, unroll the stupid fabric, and slip it over my head. And the stupid thing smells like him too, and I’m not put off by it.
I shoot up quickly, only to be met with Eddie Munson, who is not leaving.
“I’m never speaking to you again,” I say low enough so only Robin can hear.
He looks at me, his dark eyes looking a shade lighter in the daytime. His hair is fluffy as ever, and he toys with the ring on his index finger. He looks at me, the ghost of a smile on his lips, and then he smirks when he notices the shirt.
Fuck.
“So I’m going to be…” Robin trails off. “Not here.”
Eddie moves towards the counter like we are the last two people in a poker game and he thinks he has the winning set. But I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Though I want to slide onto the floor, crawl into a hole and die, I feign confidence.
“Nice shirt,” he says, smugly.
“This ratty thing?”
“You look good.”
I stare at him, attempting to figure out what his little game is here. You look good too, I think. “I know,” I say, instead. He laughs, and it’s smooth.
“So…about last night,” he coyly gazes around the room before his eyes settle back on me.
“You dreamed about me and realized you couldn’t live without me?” I smile, the cheesiest and fakest smile I can.
His eyes flick from my eyes to my mouth, then back to my eyes. “Something like that.”
I bite my lip, hoping the pain distracts me from saying something stupid. Something that I shouldn’t say.
“I’ll give you the shirt back, just give me a sec,” I say, hoping that halting the conversation here will allow him to leave faster.
I bend down to pick up the white shirt, doused in a red cherry slushie-sized stain. I could probably get Robin to unlock the door to the employee break room.
He notices the stain, “Keep it.”
“No, I don’t want it.”
“What are you going to do? Strip in the middle of the store?” He chortles.
“I can do whatever I want, I don’t need your permission.”
“The public indecency charge will say otherwise.” I let my smile break with that one.
“Ah, she has a sense of humour.”
“Fuck you.”
“You almost did.”
“Not going to be making that mistake again,” I shoot back.
He presses his hand to his chest, his mouth forming an O. “Ouch, that hurt.”
“Sticks and stones, Munson.”
He walks closer to the counter, his arm resting on the surface as he leans his weight forward, close enough that I can make out the ring of honey in his eyes, the light pitter-patter of freckles haphazardly scattered across his nose.
“Free later?” He asks, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. The indentation of dimples in his cheeks deepen.
“Oh, you’ll have to try harder than that,” I say, peering at him from under my lashes.
Instead of protesting, he nods. He slowly backs away, like if he moves slow enough, maybe I’ll change my mind. I’ve already made up my mind, I’m just making the chase more fun.
Steve walks in then. He looks towards Eddie, who is now leaving, then to me, then to Robin, then back to me, and then back to the empty space Eddie occupied.
“What did I miss?” He asks, slowly, attempting to piece together the dichotomy of the situation he just walked in on.
summary:Reader volunteers to keep Eddie company while the rest of the gang is away, despite their obvious tension and argumentative nature.
warnings:16+, swearing, suggestive dialogue, mentions of the devil
word count:2.1 k
a/n:This contains minor spoilers from season 4 because of the context of the characters’ situation. Also thank you for all the love on the last fic, I hope I do this one justice as well!
note:This can be read as a pt 2 to this fic, just because the characterization and dynamic between the characters is extremely similar. But, it can also be read as a stand alone (this was purposeful).
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The place is less than ideal, and that’s putting it nicely. The shack, if one can even call it that, is grimy, dirty, dingy, and every other synonym. There are cracks in the wood, possibly from termites eating away at it or the fact that it seems to have been built decades ago. Perhaps hastily as a necessity or a summer job that was haphazardly done.
Nonetheless, nothing about it screams home or safe or bearable.
I’m hesitant to sit down, I’ll probably manage to get splinters through the fabric of my clothes. The little fibres nudged deep into my skin like an annoying reminder.
The rest of the gang has just left, possibly to brainstorm some more, as they claimed to be doing, or pick up more food, or try to buy enough time to come up with some sort of comforting thing to say to Eddie in the least comforting situation possible.
“You’re not going with them?” Eddie asks, his voice almost meek, mixed with a sense of dread.
“Nope,” I say. “Why would I ever want to leave such a cozy place like this?”
I don’t know how to approach this situation, but if I were him, I’d want someone to treat me as normal as possible. I would want someone to be a distraction. I’ve been a good distraction in the past. I’ll make sure I play the part well.
I’m not very good at serious situations.
“Aren’t you afraid to be perusing with the town devil?” Eddie asks, his normal demeanour beginning to seep through, but there’s still a barrier.
It was like a witch hunt, and I don’t know if most of town believed he did it or if he would be the easiest person to blame. I didn’t though. People are not always what they seem to be.
“I don’t believe what they say. If anything, it’d be someone else. Not you.” I don’t say it to comfort him and I don’t say it to lie. I say it so he knows it’s true.
“What makes you say that?” He questions.
“If you know anything the obvious suspect is never the true culprit.”
I lean against the wall beside the window, far enough that if someone were to pass by, they wouldn’t be able to see me. Eddie is across from me, leaning his body on his outstretched arms resting on the table behind him. His chin is jutted slightly upwards, his hair falling behind his shoulders.
He raises an eyebrow at me.
“Come on, you’re like a walking poster child of what they should look like,” I say, exaggeratedly pointing at him. “That’s like a bank robber walking around with a shirt in huge red letters that say ‘I’m definitely not going to rob you.’”
He doesn’t look convinced.
“If anything, it would be someone you can’t suspect. Someone who’s sly and undetected. Under the radar.”
“I can be sly and undetected,” he argues, suddenly standing up straight. In the process, he knocks down a few empty cans onto the floor gracefully, causing a loud clanking sound to erupt.
He looks down at the cans now rolling near his feet and then back at me. “That was a poor example,” he mutters.
For a few moments, it’s silent. But it’s more of comfortable silence, something that says more than what words can. I don’t think it would be particularly helpful to fill the air with wishful thinking because I don’t know what’s going to happen, and neither does he. We’re both just caught in the crossroads of the most entirely fucking incomprehensible situation.
“So,” Eddie starts. He’s closer to me now, leaning against the right-hand side of the window. He tilts his head so he can look me in the eyes. “You willingly volunteered to stay?”
“Yeah,” I breathe out. “Surprised?”
“Why?” he asks. I don’t answer right away. “Is it because you love me and can’t live without me?” He teases.
I smile. “Something like that.”
I angle my body so I’m facing him better. My shoulder is pressed against the wall, it feels rough and cold. “I knew you were an interesting kind of person, but I didn’t think you’d be a fugitive.”
“It’s in my nature to keep people guessing,” he smirks.
“I’m learning that.”
There’s a crunch from outside the window, like twigs snapping. It can’t be from more than a few feet away. Eddie instinctively grabs my wrist, wrapping his fingers around the flesh, like it’s a natural reflex.
If I touched his wrist, would I be able to hear his heartbeat pulsating as fast as mine is right now?
A bunny appears in front of the window, its fur slightly matted with remnants of dirt. The answer to the sudden noise. I’m relieved and Eddie doesn’t let go. Not immediately anyway. And I let his hand rest there.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, before removing his hand. It feels naked now.
“Don’t be,” I say.
I gaze out the window. It feels like a photograph. There isn’t any movement, just a snapshot. No signs of life, besides our interference with the bunny. It’s almost calming, knowing that there’s nothing out there, not in this vicinity anyway. Like an escape from the chaos that lies ahead when I leave. Like an escape from the chaos picking at Eddie’s brain.
I’ve never known him to be silent. In our couple encounters, he’s never been silent. The rest of the world usually quiets for him.
“Do you want to go for a walk?” I ask him, suddenly slicing the silence between us.
Perhaps this can turn into the worst idea ever. Perhaps when they return to find us missing they’ll scold me and call me irresponsible. But I do it anyway, and I hope the universe doesn’t reprimand me for it.
He looks uncertain like he’s weighing his options out. Between the two of us, he has more at stake if we get caught. Eddie looks around the room, at its blandness. Like looking into his future hours, possibly days, trapped in here. How suffocating it will all be.
“Please,” he says.
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We’ve been walking for what has seemed like hours, but it’s still light outside, with no indication of how much time has really passed. There’s an incessant buzzing sound through the trees. Leaves crunch under the weight of my feet. My legs are tired, I feel like every inch of my skin has housed way too many insects for my liking, and I probably smell like the outdoors and sweat. I need a shower.
We pass the same tree for the third time. I know it’s the same one because it has the letter S etched into it. It’s all hard edges and jagged lines. Like they couldn’t get a good grip on whatever tool they used to carve the letter.
“Do you know where we’re going?” I whine.
“For the fourth time, yes,” Eddie says, annoyed. “I’ve been through these woods countless times, okay?”
“Doesn’t seem like it,” I mumble.
There’s a tree stump, the surface flat enough that it looks like Mother Nature’s chair. Weeds and other greenery entangle themselves near the bottom and into the ground. Not the most ideal resting place but I’ll take anything for a five-minute break from aimless walking.
I walk over, well more like my body slumps its way over, to the stump and I finally sit.
“Where are you going?” Eddie calls from behind me.
“We’re fucking lost Eddie, just let me sit down for a minute.”
“You’re the one who suggested this, remember?”
“Yeah, and I’m regretting every second of it,” I spit back.
He marches over to me, his eyes boring into mine like they’ve been recently ignited. “I didn’t ask you to come here, alright? You chose to stay with me, you chose to bring me on this walk, for what? You thought it was going to help me? Well, it didn’t. All you’ve done is complain.”
I want to explain to him that I don’t know how to make him feel better, that I don’t know how to navigate the situation. I know all the things I want to say, but I can’t piece them together. I can’t quantify everything I want to tell him in words that he’ll understand. Interpreting the messiness of thoughts inside my head.
My first language is in confrontation.
“Sorry for trying to be a nice fucking person.”
“Oh I’m sorry,” he holds his hands over his heart for exaggeration. “Did I not praise you enough for being on babysitting duty? My apologies.”
“Eat a dick.”
“You first.”
It’s juvenile really, but it’s hard to resist this belligerent nature between us. It’s all so thrilling.
It feels like everything around us has gone silent, only the sounds of us breathing heavily, like we were just in combat, our voices the weapons.
It’stense, the kind where you don’t know if the two main characters are going to kiss or kill each other.
I scowl at him. “That’s the best you can come up with?”
“I didn’t have ample time to prepare my comebacks, when I come up with a list, I’ll call you.” He walks closer now, edging closer to my left side. “Now move over.”
“What? No.”
“Why not?”
“Well for one, there’s no room for the two of us,” I say, motioning to just the slimmest of empty space beside me.
“I can make some arrangements for us to both fit,” he winks.
I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re insufferable.” But part of me looks up at him in anticipation, would I be particularly morally opposed to sitting on his lap? I mean I wouldn’t put up a fight if that’s what you’re thinking.
“Also, you just insulted me for sitting down and now you wanna join? Sit on the ground.”
He nudges me a little, like an annoying shove your obnoxious younger sibling gives you. In an effort to shift into the small space beside me, he manages to trip over his feet. He grabs my arm to keep me steady but, instead, thrusts me onto the ground with him.
He lands on his back with a loud huff, and I’m splayed over his abdomen. I reach for the dirt to steady me, but fragments of the earth just get lodged under my fingernails.
“You’re such a dick,” I mutter, looking him in the eyes.
“I think you’ve mentioned that to me already.”
“No, I said for you to eat a dick not that you were one.”
“Oh, okay, thanks for clarifying.”
His lips part slightly, and I notice how full they are, pink and soft and guarding the depths of his smile. I don’t know how long I’ve been staring, but if I’m thinking about it, it must be too long.
I wonder how it would feel to kiss him right now, without the rush of hormones from the last time. Last time it was like he was breathing air into my lungs, I felt like I needed it. Now, it would be more vulnerable. And I don’t know if I’m ready to cross that threshold, because what would it mean?
I follow his eyes with my own, in its own intricate dance around my face. My eyes, my mouth, the exposed skin of my collarbone from my shirt being stretched at the neckline.
All I’m thinking is DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT BECAUSE I MIGHT DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!
“Eddie,” I whisper, like a secret. “I really did – do want to help you. I–”
Crunches follow up the trail, getting closer and closer. We both sit up, anticipating what’s to come. We don’t move, it’s like we’re frozen in the picture.
“Here they are!” Robin says. She’s followed by the others, who don’t look necessarily happy to see us.
“Why did you leave? Especially without your walkie-talkie. We thought something bad happened,” Dustin says, wiping sweat from his brow.
“Just wanted fresh air,” Eddie says. I nod.
They don’t look convinced.
“Were you guys hooking up in the woods?” Steve asks.
“What? No!” I yell, defensively.
“Then why does his hair look like that? And why is there dirt on your pants?” Steve asks.
“I fell.”
“Yeah, sure,” Robin says.
“I swear I fell!” I sound hysterical, and extremely defensive.
“Yeah, she fell, totally an embarrassing moment for her. Lots of sporadic limbs, screaming, the works.” I punch Eddie’s arm.
“Then why are you guys also lying on the floor?” Dustin asks.
“Tired,” I say.
“Yeah super tired,” Eddie agrees.
“I’m never leaving you two alone together again,” Dustin says, before turning around to leave.
“Promise!” I yell back to them.
The devil works hard, but Eddie Munson works harder, in every sense of the word.
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.
—-
“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.”
→ I feel like Eddie doesn’t have perfect and impenetrable confidence. (though it may seem like he does) he just likes to pretend that he does.
→ i can see him being loyal n committed to you, i most definitely don’t see him as a fuckboy or a player.
→ he may not have the biggest external reaction, but if he seesanother guy talking to you he’ll def tense up and his mind will start racing.
→“what if she thinks he’s attractive? why hasn’t she walked away yet? does she think of other people? what if i’m not good enough for her?”
→ he’d constantly ask himself those questions and simply over think.
→ But if things start to get out of hand he won’t hesitate to call that person out
→ “why the fuck are you staring at my girlfriend?”
→the poor guy would shit himself on the spot
→ Nah but especially if they get too close to you. like maybe touch your shoulder or any body part. That would send him over the edge
→ I don’t think he’s the type to use violence in these situations, he’d simply confront the other guy by yelling at him.
→ if he notices guys staring at the two of you’d he’d be extra touchy
→ like extra extra
→ He’d wrap his arm around your waist and whisper dirty nothings into your ear while staring at the person dead in the eyes.
→ or maybe just rest his hand on your ass while giving the others dirty ass looks.
→ But for real, he’s somewhat confident in his strength of course, but he wonders of if he’s able to depend on someone else in such an intimate manner of if he’s just strong or if his personality and heart is enough….. he mulls over it more than you realize.
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?”
Summary - Late night cuddles with Eddie before having to leave
Word count - 1992
Warnings - None, literally pure fluff with just a hint of bitter sweetness
A/N - Soooooo this is weird but hope yall enjoy this
“You kiss me like its everything to you.” She almost had to forcefully pull him away from her with how tight he was holding her. Her words were soft in the dark room, the window to his trailer bedroom was wide open and the sweet late night spring air was slowly coming through the window. The sun had just set, and the dark night sky was slowly pulling its cover over Hawkins.
Summary - Late night cuddles with Eddie before having to leave
Word count - 1992
Warnings - None, literally pure fluff with just a hint of bitter sweetness
A/N - Soooooo this is weird but hope yall enjoy this
“You kiss me like its everything to you.” She almost had to forcefully pull him away from her with how tight he was holding her. Her words were soft in the dark room, the window to his trailer bedroom was wide open and the sweet late night spring air was slowly coming through the window. The sun had just set, and the dark night sky was slowly pulling its cover over Hawkins.
Summary - Late night cuddles with Eddie before having to leave
Word count - 1992
Warnings - None, literally pure fluff with just a hint of bitter sweetness
A/N - Soooooo this is weird but hope yall enjoy this
“You kiss me like its everything to you.” She almost had to forcefully pull him away from her with how tight he was holding her. Her words were soft in the dark room, the window to his trailer bedroom was wide open and the sweet late night spring air was slowly coming through the window. The sun had just set, and the dark night sky was slowly pulling its cover over Hawkins.
In Eddie’s bedroom the two of them laid tangled in each other’s limbs completely indulged in each other. Laying on his back, his arms were wrapped around her, pulling her closer towards him. Whilst her hands were tangled in the soft mess of his brown curls, gently letting the hair run between her fingers.
Eddie smiled and placed a chaste kiss to her jaw. “You say it like its not.” Eddie pulled away slightly so he could fully look at her. Her hair was tangled in front of her face, barely letting her flushed cheeks peek out and her eyes were gently glinting in the dim evening light.
However, Eddie could not stop looking at her lips, swollen from what seemed like hours spent laying in his bed together. He reached up a hand to brush some of the stray hairs out of her face, cupping her cheek gently with his palm so he could fully admire her, and she could feel the rough pads of his fingers against her smooth skin.
He just couldn’t help but smile as he looked at her, having her in his room, never mind his arms, felt like a far fetched dream not that long ago. “Maybe it is.” She whispered.
In that moment nothing else mattered, it was just the two of them, hiding away in the space they had carved out for themselves in a small town that sometimes felt suffocating. Nothing else mattered but the two of them.
“It is.” Eddie confirmed, sighing happily as he laid there admiring her for a second. “You are everything.” And with that he leaned back in and captured her lips with his, tasting the sweet tang of her chap stick on his tongue.
The moments they shared like this were the moments few and far in between where it felt as if they could both finally breathe. With no pressure to be who everyone else had boxed them in to be. They could just be themselves with each other.
“Tell me you love me.” Eddie mumbled into their shared kiss, his words were slow and dragged out. “I love you.” She responded in between kisses. Eddie’s arms settled back around her waist, pulling her closer and into a sitting position, letting her legs rest on either side of his lap, but he was careful to not let their lips separate.
Her hands lay flush against his chest, feeling each breath he took, the soft material of his shirt running beneath her fingers as she explored more of him. Even though this was far from the first time they had found themselves in a situation such a this, every time she kissed Eddie it felt new, exciting. Every time she was allowed to explore him a little bit further, she found something new to adore about him. No two kisses were ever the same and it thrilled her.
“Do you have to go?” Eddie asked her, his voice was low and quiet, because he knew what the answer would be. She grabbed onto his arm and read the watch strapped to his wrist. “Fifteen minutes.” She sighed and could see the disappointment in his big brown eyes. Its not like she wanted to go, more than anything she wished to stay here with him forever.
But reality was always bound to hit them eventually, even in their little bubble hidden away from the rest of the world. “Stay.” Eddie pleaded with her and kissed her again before she could respond, his grip on her waist tightening desperate not to let her go, his fingertips firmly digging into her soft skin. “Eds-“ the use of the nickname always made him perk up a little but, however, he was too preoccupied kissing her.
His lips leaving hers for a moment as he placed chaste, soft, open mouthed kisses against the underside of her jaw, inching further towards her neck. “Stay.” He whispered against her skin, and it made her break out in goosebumps. “Eddie.” The use of his full name made him pull away a couple of inches, hearing the seriousness in her tone. “I can’t.”
This is what their nights always concluded with, long drawn out goodbyes and kisses that echoed of future longing and needing to savour the feeling until the next time they found themselves like this. With giggly conversations of Eddie offering to drive her back home, knowing she would decline like always. Her bike was sitting locked up outside waiting to take her home, and away from him. Eddie wanted to burn that bike.
Hopefully with school letting out for spring break soon, sneaking around wouldn’t be so difficult, they would have more time to stay just like this, to spend days and nights together.
But for now, reality was that she had parents who would be checking her room at home, and they both had classes in the early hours of the next morning. And she was not about to let Eddie stay in high school as she graduated.
Eddie’s back was pushed up against the wall, his hair was messy and tangled from hours of her playing with it and his cheeks were slightly flushed. He looked so peaceful like this, she thought, one of the few moments where his mind seemed to be completely still and he could just be there in the moment with her then and there.
She could have sat there and examined his face for hours, admiring every detail and part of him. Reaching up her hand, she rested it against the side of his face, her thumb attempting to smooth out one of his eyebrows. Eddie placed his hand over hers, holding it tight to his face and nuzzling into her palm, and she couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
It was puzzling, just how different he could be, how he could stand on the tables in the cafeteria just to loudly and proudly declare the jocks to be assholes, and how now in the dark corner of the world they’d mad, he was quiet and calm. She struggled to find the words to rationalise it, and he did too.
When they were together there was no need to live up to the labels the rest of the school and Hawkins had given them, he didn’t have to be Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, the seemingly fearless leader of the Hellfire Club, the school’s very own D&D group. And she didn’t have to be Jason Carver’s younger twin sister, the supposed golden child of Hawkins High.
Which is why the devastating blow of leaving always brought fourth that pit of dread in her stomach. Leaving meant she would be leaving a piece of herself safely tucked away in Eddie Munson’s disorganised bedroom, in the little trailer park off Curley.
“One day.” Eddie said, and she knew he could tell what she was thinking. It wasn’t like they had never talked about it, it was always there nagging in the back of the minds of both of them. She nodded in response and looked into his eyes. “One day.” She whispered back.
Eddie pressed another couple of kisses to her lips, making her giggle. “There is that smile I like to see.” She rested her head against his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him. Eddie always smelled like a little bit of weed and old spice. He swore that old spice was the best way to cover up the smell of weed, the verdict on the theory was still out according to her.
“Need me to drive you home?” Which only made her laugh more, she didn’t have to answer, he already knew. But at this point it was tradition for him to ask. She could feel his hands moving into her hair, his strong rough fingers so delicately running through her soft hair as he cradled her head against his chest. “I love you pretty girl.” He said into the room, not just to her, he said it like it was a declaration, and she nuzzled her face into his shirt, desperate to be close to him.
“I love you too.” She mumbled from where she was sitting, and Eddie pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Ready to go?” Eddie moved his hands to move her head, forcing her to look at him. She only closed her eyes and shook her head in response. “I know sweetheart, I know.” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper as they sat there.
And for a moment they just allowed themselves to sit there in comfortable silence, soaking up the last bit of each other’s company before she inevitably had to leave. She didn’t even have to say anything, she just started moving and he followed her off his bed, his hands still finding some way to be in contact with her, on her hip, on her shoulder, laced with her fingers.
He was desperate to hang onto her for as long as he possibly could, until the very last second, he would not be letting her go, clinging to her as if she was his only lifeline. And maybe she actually was.
Eddie reached for a discarded sweatshirt which had been hanging over the back of his chair. Guiding her arms over her head and helping her pull it on, before pushing her loose hair away from her face and pressing his lips against her forehead in a lingering kiss. “I can’t have you getting cold.” He whispered against her skin.
“And besides, now you have something that smells like me.” Eddie laughed, disregarding the heap of his clothes which he knew had found their way into her bedroom over the past few months.
He held her hand all the way out the front door, lacing their fingers together and rubbing gentle circles onto the back of her hand. “And you’re sure you’ll be fine going home? You know I don’t mind driving right?” He asked for what felt like the millionth time, but he couldn’t help but be slightly protective, and it wasn’t like she minded it either.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine, especially now that I have this to protect me.” She said referencing the sweatshirt, and Eddie couldn’t help but smile. “Your own personal good luck charm.” He concurred.
Walking outside she was immediately happy she had accepted his sweatshirt; the early summer air had shifted and the temperature had dripped just enough to make her feel a slight chill. But his hoodie was big enough on her that the sleeves almost reached to her fingertips.
Quickly unlocking her bike, and pulling on her helmet they had finally arrived at the worst point of the night, when she was actually leaving. Eddie pressed another kiss to her lips, cupping her face in his hands. If it was going to be the last kiss of the night, he was going to make it count. And she couldn’t help but feel the same way.
Her hands looped around the back of his neck and pulled him as close as she could while wearing a helmet, which made them both laugh into the shared kiss. “Be safe, ok?” He told her and she hummed and nodded in response, taking one last look into his dark chocolate brown eyes, and smiling.
“Good night.” She smiled at him as she got on her bike and adjusted her helmet. “Sweet dreams princess.” Eddie said with a final kiss to her lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Huzzahh and there it is my return to posting fanfic, please tell me how I did and maybe idk I might post more so throw me a follow or ask to be on the tag list? idk?
This is the weirdest thing I’ve done all year seriously who expected my return to tumblr to happen?
