→ 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. foul language, set in s4 but not really any spoilers
ricky rocks. tbh i’m very suspicious of eddie, but here’s a short ass fic about him
“so, you and harrington…dating?”
you had to hold back a laugh as you look over at eddie, not being able to tell whether or not he was pulling your leg. and it seemed he wasn’t by the way he looked back to you, waiting for you to answer.
the question was preposterous, mainly because for the longest time steve didn’t like you, and you didn’t like steve—not until he ended up saving your ass multiple times. and from there on, he was nothing but a friend.
“no,” you shook your head, biting down your grin. “no, not at all.”
eddie couldn’t help but nervously smile back, almost regretting asking in the first place, “really?”
you nodded.
“i don’t know if i believe that.”
“why not?”
“c’mon, you and steve?” he talks like you should know this, like everybody knows this. “he was like king of hawkins high, still is, and you’re fucking… you…”
you still smile, watching him try to explain himself. you don’t know what to say and he can tell by the way you open your mouth but don’t say a word.
“now i feel stupid…”
“why?”
“because i just made myself look like a total dumbass in front of you…”
you laugh, “eddie, i honestly don’t think you need to worry about that type of thing right now when you watched me eat shit trying to fight killer bats not even twenty minutes ago.” he laughs now, looking at you, really looking at you like he hadn’t ever seen you before, “what?”
“nothing,” he mumbles, smiling softly now, “you’re just kinda cool.”
“wow, thanks.”
“no, i mean—it’s like i always saw you as someone who lived in their own world, stuck up, y’know? didn’t give a fuck about anyone, which nothing wrong with that, just highly obnoxious if i might say—but, you’re a lot cooler than i thought, i mean the way you dove in for steve like that, without a thought, shows you’re a better person than me.”
you thought about his words, thinking it was strange to receive some outside review about yourself in a whole different dimension with someone you had never thought you’d interact with—but it was refreshing.
you don’t think you had ever had someone be straight up to you like this—and even as he was somewhat being nice about it, you appreciated it. all your life people were suckers, willing to do anything for you.
he was being honest.
“you know, since you and harrington aren’t dating. who do you go out with?”
“no one.”
“really?”
“yeah,” you laugh, “what, is that so hard to believe?”
“well, yeah. pretty girl like you, you’re all everyone talks about. surprise no one’s did anything about that…”
“yeah, well,” you turn on your heel, now walking backwards, still facing him, “maybe when we get out of this hell hole—if we ever do, how about you do something about it.”
a/n:i’m back! heyyy sorry it’s not animanga content! if you want to interact w/ me or watch me cry over eddie, my sideblog is @sl4sherfilmz!not proofread
additional tags: very very light (and unintentional) sexual tension, hurt/comfort, panic attacks (brief), kissing, hand-holding, gender neutral reader (black-coded though)
It’s a quarter past twelve, and you and Eddie rest in the safety of each other’s arms. Your fingers are laced together, palm to palm, and only then, your skin remains the same shade. The lines adorning your palms are fitted, locked together like a complex puzzle — like the unsolved rubix cube lost somewhere deep inside Eddie’s bedside drawers. You remember scavenging through them like it was yesterday. His scent clinging to the trailer carpet, his warm blanket, the guitar he kept attached to his wall (he’d flirt with it more than he’d ever had with you). The recoil of his curls as you play with his hair, bouncing back into place as if you never touched it in the first place. Bunched up napkins and ripped joint paper left discarded, notepads of incomplete thoughts— or were they lyrics? — disregarded. Despite the stark differences, his home wasn’t as divergent as your own.
You had only realized much earlier.
Eddie’s silhouette was undeniably his, tucked away in the corner of your bed, terror etched into his features, laid bare and vulnerable as his white, muddied shoes dug into your bedsheets. Your face briefly contorted, sour, as you gingerly lifted his legs, one by one, to pry off his shoes. His breath trembles, moonlight seeping through the slightly drawn curtains — you’d let him inside discreetly, after all. And perhaps you felt ashamed for thinking it, but the natural light kissing his face made him ten times more beautiful.
“Eddie,” You murmured, voice laced with patience and heavy with thought. His response was delayed, a wordless shake of his head as his cotton socks dampened with unlaundered mud. Hickory eyes flickered across the expanse of your bedroom, anxiously settling on the worried expression bewitching your face. “I believe you— whatever it is. I believe you, okay? What happened?”
“I’m not crazy,” He started, hands shooting up in self defense. Dread coursed through your bloodstream, half-expectant to hear his own interjection, a raised finger and wide smile as he yells, ‘Well, I kind of am.. But I guess that’s what you like about me.’ But, unfortunately, that wasn’t what you received. He inhaled sharply, as if all the air in the room was evaporating before his eyes. “I swear— I’m not… Her body— Chrissy,she just… like, lifted, y’know? Into the air and, uh—”
Eddie whimpered, occupying himself with the rings that suddenly felt much too tight for his fingers, like they’d snap the bone clean off, like the joints would bend just as Chrissy’s had before. Silence filled the air, a secret exchange between the two of you as Eddie hugged himself, swallowing the lump in his throat.
You wanted to— no, yearned to hold him, feel his chest rise and fall as he breathed— as you breathed. To remind him of his life, the life he has ahead of him. To absorb your scent, to break down and press himself into the comforting heat of your body. To confide in your judgement, your presence. Even just a little, just for now.
Maybe it was embarrassing, shameful, even, to feel your heart somersault into your throat as he spoke to you. You couldn’t help it, nodding along and consoling his cries— your chest tightened for more reasons than one. And Eddie, eyes red-rimmed and raw, couldn’t quite register his voice as his own. It was all drowned out, buzzing in his ears like the cicadas outside your window. His heart hammered in his chest, thrumming against his ribcage as he watched your impassioned expression.
After readjusting your position, you placed your hand over his heart and breathed deeply. It hammered into your palm, erratic and rushed until the man was able to follow your lead. His shoulders rose slowly, and with each passing second, the longer he soaked in your presence, the more he felt his apprehension dissipate into the nightly air.
“I… I believe you,” You whispered, falling silent on ears other than his and your own. Color slowly returned to the brunet’s cheeks, his eyelashes were long, dark and damp as he sniffled. For a moment, it’s unbelievable— unearthly. The thought of such a thing just happening, something you can’t really fathom or put into words. The shock of acknowledging the death of someone you’d once known, even if you weren’t close.
You could only imagine how Eddie felt.
Your core trembled as you subconsciously shuffled closer to Eddie. This time, his hands remained planted in his lap. Firmer this time, you cleared your throat. “Really, I do.”
He took a moment to really look at you now, now that the air was forced back into his lungs. Now that his senses are flooding back. He could smell your bare scent, warm and comforting. His lips twinged with the salt of unshed tears, his fingertips brushed against denim, seeking a warm hand to hold. The gentle moonlight caressed his cheeks, leaked into the loose spirals of curls that cascaded down his back. It trickled onto you, so delicate and forgiving despite the harsh realities that keep his footing unsteady. You’re stunning. Unequivocally, downright, stunning. Tonight, that was one thing he’s sure of.
It’s almost unfair.
Awkwardly, cool rings pressed into your arm as he drove a gentle punch to your shoulder. The cold metal spread goosebumps across your skin, Eddie’s knuckles brushing against each raised bump. His smile was watery, but no longer drowned and insincere, “Sorry, that was pretty stupid.”
“Shut up,” You scoffed, molding your hand into a fist just as he had, pressing your bare skin against the black leather encased around his arm. He dramatically flailed at the gentle gesture, laugh lines pulling at his cheeks as he threw himself off your bed. Swallowing a hearty laugh, your eyebrows furrowed. “How is that stupid?”
Sensing the unresolved tension, Eddie holds up his hands in surrender, swiveling his hips in your relative direction. Picking himself back up to lay beside you, his dark eyes narrowed into lazy slits as he looked up at you, concealed exhaustion on his face. Your hands are dangerously close now, barely an inch separating your pinkies. Your left hand sits beside the right-side of his head, and Eddie closely watches you through his curls. Your warmth is radiant, drawing his palm closer and closer.
“Well, aren’t you up close and personal,” The corner of his lips curl upward, a mischievous and giddy glint cascading over the sharp edge of his pearly, canine teeth. His eyes trail down your face, studying your nose, your cheeks— how soft your lips look. “I can basically count your eyelashes right now. ”
“Shutup,Munson.”You repeat, reminiscent of a broken record, only breathless and hushed this time. Your breath pans against his face, lips briefly parted to wet them. Suddenly, the air feels much more dry.
“This is gonna sound…strange.. but,” Eddie’s lips, plump and pink, tighten into a line as his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. Butterflies flutter in his stomach, catching in his throat while he struggles to gather correct words. “Can I.. Your hand looks very hold-able right now. Wow, is it always like that?”
“Like what?” You bark out a laugh, a genuine and large smile pulling at your cheeks. You take the opportunity to interlock your pinkies, electricity and stardust shocking your entire nervous system. Eddie briefly pauses, wide eyes sparkling just like they had on your first date— maybe this was the brightest you’ve ever seen them. His hands are calloused yet soft, rings on three of his fingers that distract you from the sweat on his palms.
Not that you particularly mind.
“Really soft, apparently.” His thumb rubs untraceable patterns into your skin, and it feels like you’ve fallen for him all over again. You can hear him further whisper, seemingly entranced in the softness of your skin: “Wow! That’s crazy..”
“Eddie.” His train of thought is lost, stuck between a rock and a hard place as his glassy eyes bore into yours. He blinks once, twice, three times, before nodding along, lips pursed together as he hums:
“Hm?”
“I think we’re way past holding hands.” But even then, as you lean over to gently press your plush lips against his own, your hands remain fitted. Palm to palm, where your skin remains the same, his pulse beats violently when your lips crash together. It feels like home, like a freshly dried blanket. It feels like cherries in the spring, like breathing for the first time.
an.well. we’re here again. this acts as a part two to my fic dealer’s choice, but can be read separately (tho honestly why would u want to) i don’t know whatcame over me when writing this, jesus. comments and reblogs make me insane so pls do it<3
synopsis.after a sexually charged run in with your dealer, you go to his house for another hook up. he’s got the goods.
warnings. 18+. minors (below 18) are not welcome. drugs, sex while high, fondling, kissing, female receiving oral, lil bit of biting, grinding against rings, female receiving penetration. not beta’d.
an.i…everybody take a look at my dream man. I’m literally not kidding guise that’s actually who i will marry. i promise. i’ll share him with u if u reblog and comment tho<3 i’ve got more eddie on my mind so follow @ohcapfics for latest updates<3
synopsis.your dealer’s always been a bit sweet on you – giving you deals and letting you try out new shit. he even lets you make house calls! and pick the music, and sit on his lap…and…
warnings.18+.i am beating minors off with a stick rn. drugs, drug dealing, kissing, sexually explicit lang, sexually explicit acts: fondling over clothes & under clothes and grinding/thigh riding. sponsored by sat in your lap by kate bush.
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?
