Hi my loves! Fun fact, when I started my blog way back when it was dedicated to Stranger Things…now I am coming full circle once again! I am going to be writing about Steve Harrington, and Eddie Munson for the moment! I may add Billy later!
Summary: You were known for being shy and Eddie loves making you blush. But after a party you’re a bit drunk and now it’s your turn to make him blush.
Warnings: Just some kissing you horny bastards
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Ever since you were a kid you never put yourself out there. You were much more on the quieter side, kept to yourself except for the handful of friends you had which were much louder than you would ever even think of being. One of those friends in your sparse collection was none other than Eddie Munson. A man known for his boldness, theatrics, and loudness. One thing he was especially known for was making you blush. Every chance this man had, he took. Now you liked the compliments, but what really drove you was the little smile that would grace his face once he saw the redness that would creep up the apples of your cheeks. Not that you’re really complaining. If anything you really liked it, but on so many occasions you have tried to dish these compliments back at him only for him to hit you right back and you’d end up blushing even harder.
You always thought it was just apart of him and his friendship, never even imagining he would be doing it for another reason. But Eddie did have his reasons, many of them. He loved the blushing, the way your head would dip down to your chest and how you’d fiddled with your hands trying to come up with something to say back to him. Eddie thought it was absolutely adorable, he thought you were adorable. Maybe if he told you he thought you were beautiful enough times you would believe it, and god did he want you to believe it.
On this specific day, Eddie has dished out quite a few one liners and you didn’t think your cheeks would stop aching from blushing so much anytime soon.
“Why are you smiling so much?”
You come out of your day dream and turn to look at your friend, Susan. “Ummm, no reason. Just having a good day toady I guess.” You say in response to her question. “No reason? You sure it’s not from Munson’s comment on the color of your eyes?”
“Of course not, you know how he is. “
“You’re right, I know how he is, just you know, madly in love with you.”
You almost choke on your spit at the last part of Susan’s sentence. “Excuse me, what would make you come to that conclusion?”
“Oh you know, all the compliments, the longing looks, the fleeting touches. I mean come on some amateur writer can make a best selling romance novel out of this shit.”
You rolled your eyes. You rack your mind trying to find something to change the direction of the conversation. “Do you think you’re gonna go to that house party tonight?” You ask.
“Only if you come with of course.” Susan says with a bright smile on her face she only ever brings out when she wants to persuade you to do something you’ll most likely regret. You start feeling a knot in your stomach once it hits you that she will for sure bing persuading you into going to the party with her. You let out a deep irritated sigh and start to make your way to the last class of the day.
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You were right. Susan did manage to persuade you into going to tonights party, god you hated how gullible you were. Thats all you kept repeating in your head while walking out of your last class and to the parking lot in front of the school. You’re almost to your car when you hear the sound of fast paced foot steps hitting the gravel and what seems like a key chain. You turn around, already knowing who it was.
“Hey sweetheart, did you get even prettier since I saw you at lunch?”
You already feel the heat rushing to your face but you still let a small smile grace your face and look up at Eddie. “Hi Eddie,” you say tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear, “you weren’t in Mrs. Stanely’s class today.”
“Awww, did you miss me?” You blush even harder, dipping your head down.
“Adorable.” He says stopping just a foot away from you and crossing his arms in front of him. “So heard you were going to that party later tonight.”
“Yeah I am actually, who told you that?”
“Susan, that girl can’t keep quiet even if you duck taped her mouth shut.”
You let out a light chuckle at that, you know its true anyway, Susan was always loud it was one of the many traits that brought you two together. “Well, um, I just wanted to double check since you don’t usually go to these types of things.” Eddie says taking an extra step closer to you. “Oh um, yeah, she pretty much is dragging me with her, could be fun.” You say having to crane your neck up a bit more now that he’s closer.
“Well I’ll be there later tonight too, parties are good for business.” You nod at his statement, feeling a small flutter in your stomach knowing you’ll see him tonight. Eddie steps one more step forward and lifts his hand up to tuck that lose strand of hair back behind you ear, “I also gotta be there to make sure no one steals you away, princess.” He says, keeping the hand he used to push your hair back on the side of your face. The coolness of the rings on his finger did nothing to help the hotness that rush through your face at his words. “Steals me? What does that even mean?” You ask, voice low, you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from his. Can’t seem to stop yourself from glancing down to his lips that are already pulled into a smile when he sees where your eyes are focused on. “I can’t have anyone else making you blush like I do. Thats my job.” He finishes his sentence with one final stroke of your cheek and one more toothy smile. “I’ll see you tonight, sweetheart.” Eddie slowly takes a step back and then another before turning around and walking to his van, throwing one more smile over his shoulder for you.
Sweet baby jesus, this man was gonna make you melt, right into a puddle and into a black hole. You don’t know how and when you broke out of the little trance he left you in but you make it into your car and take a deep breath before driving home. Susan was gonna come over soon to start getting ready for tonight.
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“Okay so are we going for the fuck me look or the I’m coollook?”
You let out a sigh, “why are those my only two options?”. “Well since you said Munson is gonna be there maybe this will finally be the chance to break that tension you guys have.” You roll your eyes for what felt like the tenth time today. “Stop saying that, you know thats not gonna happen.” Did you like Eddie? Yes, yes you did. Were you ever going to say something about it to him? Probably never. If it were up to you, you’d probably take it to your grave. He just liked to poke fun at you with all the compliments he laid on you, nothing more.
“How about this. Lets let lose tonight, drink up, and maybe you’ll get some liquid courage if you know what I mean.” Susan said turning her head towards you and raising a brow. You thought about it for a second or two, she’s right. You didn’t drink often but you knew you were much more laid back when you did. Maybe you could make a move tonight, say something, make him blush for once. The thought of a blush on Eddie Munson face brought a small smile to your face. You’d love to see that. “You know what, maybe I will.” You say finally looking up from your bed. Susan shoots you a very surprised look before giving you a wide smile. She lets out a little excited squeal and jumps up and down for a moments before going back to her vanity to fix up her makeup. You can’t help keeping the smile on your face while you change into the outfit, hair and makeup already being done.
The good thing was that the party was only two blocks away which meant you guys could walk and better yet, you both could drink as much as you wanted. You and Susan made your way out onto the street and made your way to the house.
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You’re an hour in, empty red solo cup in hand, still no sign of Eddie. You feel yourself start to wonder if maybe he lied about coming tonight, maybe changed his mind last minute. The thought caused a small knot to form in your stomach. You had had a couple drinks, nothing too crazy, you’re just starting to feel the heat creeping in your chest making its way up your neck and into your head which felt a little foggy. You couldn’t say the same for Susan, that girl was a chugger and not even you could stop her. Speaking of which, you could not find her. Your eyes scan the room, falling on each individual face trying pick her out but to no result. Making your way through the crowd you venture out into one of the halls, maybe she made her way to the bathroom. Yup, no sign of her. You let out another sigh and make your way back to the kitchen to grab one more drink.
“Y/n!”, you turn your head in the direction of your name. Its Noah, a classmate of yours in one of your morning classes. “Hey Noah, didn’t think I’d see you here.” You say, “I definitely didn’t expect to see you here either, gorgeous.” He’s leaning against the wall now, about an inch too close for comfort, you take a small step back just to leave enough room between the both of you. The nickname gorgeous usually has you blushing and stuttering but something felt different when you heard it come out of Noah’s mouth. You didn’t blush.
“I came here with Susan, she doesn’t like to come alone to these kinds of things.”
“Ahh, that makes sense. Well are you least enjoying the party?”
Racking your head for a good word for how tonight is going takes a lot longer than you thought but you settle on, “Its alright I guess, nothing amazing.” Noah nods his head, a silent form of agreement. You turn your head back out to the crowd, trying to catch Susan in the crowd. You don’t see her but your eyes glance to the hall way and there he is. Eddie is speaking to some party kid, probably making some kind of deal. You can’t help the big smile that makes its way onto your face. You look back to Noah and excuse yourself, not bothering to hear his response to your abrupt departure. Making your way through the crowd towards him, bumping shoulders with multiple people, almost loosing your footing a couple times. As you finally make it through you see Eddie finish his deal and about to turn around to head outside.
“Eddie!” You’re only five feet away now and he turns around at the sound of his name. Once his eyes fall on you making your way to cross the last couple of feet to him he lets out a wide toothy smile. “Princess!”, you have no clue what came over you but the excitement of seeing him, the smile, the nickname. You finally reach him and wrap your arms around his waist and rest your cheek on his chest, after a second or two you pull away keeping a hold of his shirt in between your fingers by his waist and look up at him. You see a look you haven’t seen before on his face. Somewhere between surprised and happy. “I thought you’d change your mind about coming, thought I wasn’t gonna get the chance to see you.” You can’t wipe the smile on your face while you say it, god you were just so happy to see him. Eddie sees your excitement and his smile gets even bigger, not pulling away from the grip you have on his shirt.
“Oh so you’re happy to see me?”
“Of course I am, I’m always happy to see you Eddie.”
Maybe the drinks you had had some truth serum slipped into them but you didn’t have the heart to care. You were always happy to see him and at this very moment you had no problem telling him that. His eyes seem to look even deeper into you if that was even possible and that smile it was like it was tattooed to his face. He brings up his hands and cups both your shoulders. “How much have you had to drink, sweetheart?”
“Not that much really.” You still haven’t let go of his shirt and to be honest you don’t want to let go anytime soon. Eddie’s smile simmers down just a bit while his eyes scan your face trying make out if you were telling the truth or not. You two are too focused on each other until someone comes up from behind you and accidentally bumps into your back just a little too hard making you trip forward straight into Eddie’s chest, his arms go around you squishing you into his chest, muttering something along the lines of calling someone an asshole. He looks down at you, you’re chest to chest now, “wanna get out of here?”. You think about Susan for a bit, you still have no idea where she is. She can find you later, you know she would be pushing you to say yes to him. “Yeah lets go.” You push yourself away and take ahold of his hand and make your way to the back door of the house and step out, going towards the side of the garage. A perfect amount of secludedness yet not too far away from the party.
You finally let go of his hand and plop yourself down on a stone, theres a cluster of them next to the garage. Eddie takes a seat on one as well, right next to you. Thinking back about what Susan said while you guys were getting ready, you decide tonight is the night. Your goal was to make Eddie Munson blush. Looking over at him you realize he’s already staring at you, forearms on his knees, hands holding one another. You don’t know what it is about his face, if its his eyes, his hair, oh god how much you wanted to put your hands in it. And his lips, what it would feel like to kiss him. Eddie doesn’t know what to say either, the way your eyes are tracing his face has him feeling jittery and he has no idea what to do about it. “Whats with the staring, princess?” He asks, “I just think you’re really handsome.” You say it with a smile and Eddie feels like he short circuits. Much to your dismay he doesn’t blush but he does let out a chuckle and small smile while turning his head, cutting eye contact for a few short moments before continuing it again. You come up with an idea.
“Can I ask you a question?” You ask while starting to fiddle with a thread that hangs off of your jean clad thighs. “yeah, shoot.”
“Why do you compliment me all the time? Is it like a new form of bullying that I don’t know about?”
“God no princess. But if you want me to be honest you’re gonna have to get closer.” You see the smirk on his face before he finishes his sentence. If this interaction happened at school and you were stone cold sober you might have just made up some excuse and get yourself out of there but something tells you, probably Susan’s voice in the back of your head, to play along.
You get up and take a step towards him, bending down to push his forearms off his knees and slide yourself onto his lap. With your legs dangling off one side of him and hands coming to brush against the lapel of his leather jacket. “Is this close enough?” Looking at him, you might not have caught it if you didn’t hold your gaze on his face but you did. The faint blush that spread across his cheeks sent a wave of satisfaction through your body and a little something else that you couldn’t put your finger on, the site of it bordered on the edge of addicting. You needed more of it.
“y-yeah, yeah… it’s perfect.” Eddie stutters, wrapping his arms around your waist to make sure you don’t slide off his lap.
“So now can I ask you that question.”
“Go for it princess.”
You wrap your arms around his neck and start fiddling with his hair, eyes scanning his face while you gather the courage you have left for the night to string a few word together and ask.
“Do you actually think I’m pretty?” You somehow manage to hold eye contact when you finally push the words out of your mouth. Eddie’s eyes show a look of sincerity and it calms the butterflies you’ve had in your stomach since you’ve sat in his lap. “I think you’re gorgeous.” God that smirk. You bite your lip trying to stop yourself from smiling so wide. But theres one more part of your question you ave to ask him.
“Then why have you never tried to kiss me?”
Eddies eyes widen, his mouth opens and closes trying to formulate a response but he comes up empty. “I mean if you think I’m so pretty I would say you wanted to kiss me.” You shuffle in his lap making sure you face him. “Don’t you want to kiss me?” Eddies fingers start rubbing circled into the skin on your waist, eyes darting around your face trying to again formulate a response. He finally finds the words.
“Yes I want to, I’ve been wanting to… but I -”
“Then do it.”
You don’t know where this courage is or where that shy version of you went to hide but you have never wanted something so bad, to kiss Eddie, right here and right now. You scoot yourself up his thighs a bit, your noses are an inch apart and your eyes dart from his eyes down to his lips for a split second and Eddie sees. You don’t mind the silence, if anything you feel powerful being able to render the man you think so highly of absolutely speechless. Your hands slide from the back of his neck and through his hair and up his jaw, now holding his face in your hands with your thumbs swiping his cheeks.
Eddie grabs your wrists halting the motion of your thumbs. “Are you sure you want to kiss me?” You can’t help the smile that forms on your lips. Eddie Munson was always the gentlemen, you remember describing him as that to Susan and her calling you a liar, not believing you. You thought about all the doors he held open for you, that time he tied your shoe lace when your hands were full of textbooks and how you have never once felt uncomfortable by his words or action. Yes you wanted to kiss him and even more.
“Yes and if you don’t kiss me right now I’m gonna do it myse-”
Eddie puts his hand on either side of your face and brings your lips to his. They’re soft, a lot more softer than you ever dreamed of them being. You slide your tongue across his bottom lip asking to go deeper, he complies. You tilt your head to the side deepening the kiss. He copies you, tilting his head too and slowly brings his hands to the back of your head, wading his fingers through your hair. Your hands slowly made the decent from his face to his chest, grabbing onto his shirt and pulling, wanting to get as close as possible. Eddie nipped at your lip and you let out a whimper. He groans into the kiss and tugs at your hair. You pull away, out of breath and resting your forehead against his and slowly open your eyes to see Eddie already staring at you. His eyes are half lidded and glazed over, his lips are wet and swollen and theres even a hint of a faint red hue dusting his cheeks. You smile and let out a little chuckle.
You’re about to head in for a second round when you hear your name, it’s Susan.
You lift your head up and turn it in the direction of the house and see her on the back patio searching for you.
You turn back to Eddie who still hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. Taking a chance you put your hands on the sides of his face and pull his to you and place a kiss to the spot between his brows. “I’ll see you at school, handsome.” You say while pulling yourself away from him, slowly pulling yourself from his lap and onto your feet. You go to turn away but Eddies hand darts out and he loops a hand in the belt hoop of your jeans pulling you back to stand in front of him. He stares up at you, eyes full of uncertainty.
“Can I.. um call you?”
You send him a smile and nod your head. He lets go and you make your way back to the house to find Susan and head home. You smile the whole way back and it widens when you finally get into your pajamas and hear the phone in the corner of your room ring.
“Shit!” Dustin cursed and jumped when Eddie slammed his hand beside him on the lunch table.
“So, Dustin. About our talk yesterday. What did your sister say?”
“You were serious about that?”
Dustin leaned back as Eddie hovered over him with narrowed eyes.
“Why would I joke about that?” He countered. “Can I level with you? Girls like your sister are rare especially in shithole towns like Hawkins. So, when I said put in a good word for me, I meant it.”
Jason Carver may be the most popular guy in Hawkins’ High, but that didn’t stop him from being a huge dick.
Y/N Henderson thought that he had gone unchecked for too long and needed to be knocked down a peg…or five. She grabbed a carton of milk and walked up to the table that held Jason and his popular friends.
Given that both these boys have the most floofy, pretty hair, and I can easily see them being touch-starved (mostly Steve gib him love ), imagine just taking some quiet time and braiding each other’s hair
But then hearing soft little moans or gasps from Steve and/or Eddie when your fingers just trace across the nape of their neck (even more just tease them with a small kiss there ) or when you thread your fingers through their locks, just a soft hum of “so adorable, such pretty hair, etc.”
Summary/Request:@lilithsays666: could you do where reader and eddie first meet like maybe at a record store and they both bond over metal music??
Warnings:None :))
Word Count: 515
a/n: i hope you like this! btw i based this off of the band black sabbath bc eddie references them in one of the episodes lol.
You quickly walked into the record store that was just a short five minute walk away from your house, searching everywhere for Black Sabbath’s new album, ‘Seventh Star’.
It had been released not too long ago and you had been dying to buy it ever since it wasreleased.
Your eyes were darting all over the store, in search of the album cover or the section labeled ‘Black Sabbath’ in the midst of the stores large catalog.
A few minutes into your search, your eyes finally found the album. It was in the front of the bands section and you were so caught up in trying to find it that you didn’t even see the boy who was now standing right next to you.
And just as you were about to grab it from the shelf, another hand, rings covering the upper half of his fingers, went for it at the same time. Your fingers lightly brushed against each other as you then started to peer over to the boy next to you and quickly apologize.
“Sorry,” you said with an awkward chuckle as the handsome boy in front of you invaded your senses, “You can have it.” you told him as you gestured to the record with your dominant hand.
“Black Sabbath, huh?” he simply said in response, looking you up and down while he spoke, his fingers lightly resting on the edge of the shelf.
“Yeah, they’re one of my favorite bands.” you told him with a soft smile on your face.
“Mine too.” he replied, smiling back at you.
And as he smiled at you, it seemed as though there was a sparkle in his eye.
“Really? Most people think their music is bad.” you said to him whilst you raised your eyebrows in shock.
“I get where your coming from, most people don’t have a good taste in music, unlike you, sweetheart.” he told you with a wink, causing you to blush a little.
“I’m (y/n), by the way.” you made known to him as you held out your hand.
“I’m Eddie.” he told you in response as he shook your hand, his rings pressing up against your skin.
He opened his mouth to speak again then paused for a moment. You were incredibly beautiful and he knew he wanted to see you again, he just didn’t know what to say. So, he said the first thing that came to mind.
“How about this, we’ll compromise, I’ll let you have the record and in return you give me your number.” he suggested to you as a smirk rolled out across his lips.
You smirked back at him, “Deal.” you replied, now pulling a small piece of paper and pen out of your pocket.
And once you had finished writing your number down, you handed him the piece of paper and he handed you the record.
“I’ll see you around, Eddie.” you said with a wink as you headed over to the nearby register to pay for the record.
“See you around.” he replied before he quickly walked out of the store.
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.”
summary: at his hiding place, eddie “the banished” receives some bad news about the person he cares the most about, and because of that, he reminisces.
word count:1.3k
warnings: fluff and angst. he was an electric guitar boy, she was an acoustic guitar girl, can i make it any more obvious?
It was the third time they’d almost scared him to death.
The first was when they found him, hiding at Reefer Rick’s boathouse, clinging to a piece of broken glass to dear life, like a cornered paladin clung to their sword - but with none of the honor, righteousness and lawful good bullshit, only a wanted man trying to make it through the night. The second was when they brought him supplies, and he was still too on edge to not be suspicious of anything that got too close.
This time, Eddie wasn’t expecting anybody, which made him even more worried. They were not supposed to be there that day.
He sat back as he watched Dustin make his way into the living room, followed by a distraught looking Robin Buckley and an equally upset Steve Harrington. They were all quiet, too quiet, and that could only mean bad news. More bad news.
“Please, don’t tell me I’m being charged for another uncanny murder case.” Making light of a bad situation had always been one of his strong points, but none of his jokes seemed to land right now that his life has turned upside down.
“No, no! There haven’t been any other uncanny murders, but, uh…” Dustin started, “we kind of need your help now.”
“You’re friends with Y/N, aren’t you?” This time, Robin was the one to speak. “Senior, works at the record store downtown… Your friends told us you’re kind of close.”
Kind of close. He thought. That’s one way to put it.
I love everything about this story. I mean, I loved everything about the preview you gave us, but now that I see what you’re doing with the story with the flashbacks to show us how Eddie knows her favorite song…
This series will be updated every few days. If you’d like to be added to my Eddie taglist, let me know. I hope you enjoy it! - Love, Kiki ♡
| Eddie Munson x female reader
| THEN. You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected life line and turns your world upside down. NOW. Four months have passed since the winter night you walked out of Eddie’s trailer and his life for good. But when the mysterious headaches and nightmares return full-force and something wicked stirs in sleepy Hawkins, starting a witch hunt against Eddie, you realize that there are two things in this world that might be more persistent than you’d thought: Evil…and love. The story will be told in two timelines: the past (after the Battle of Starcourt) and the present (during the events of season 4).
|angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut
|SMUT (in the later chapters, so you need to be 18+ to read this story!), angst with a happy ending, canon-typical violence
|5.5 k
|mentions of attempted assault, Jason Carver, canon-typical violence
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[Monday, September 9th, 1985. THEN.]
“You look like shit,” Max stated as she climbed into the backseat of your car Monday morning, having already waited at the side of the road that led to the Forest Hills trailer park the Mayfields had moved to a month ago after Neil Hargrove had left in the wake of his son’s death.
“Why, good morning to you, too,” you quipped as you started the engine to get back on the road as Robin chimed up from the passenger seat, “That’s what I said, as well. How much sleep did you get?”
“Five hours,” you replied.
“That’s not bad.”
“Over the whole weekend,” you added. A glimpse at Max through the rear-view mirror told you the redhead probably hadn’t slept at all. The skin around her eyes was pale enough to see the blue pattern of veins underneath.
No matter how bad you’d been faring since Starcourt, since your friends had managed to burn the Mind Flayer out of your brains, Max had it worse. Your heart went out to her as she adjusted the headphones over her ears to drown out whatever thoughts and memories would haunt her as soon as she was alone with her mind.
It had been two months since Starcourt, and one month since the start of this odd carpool with talkative Robin and the new gloomy, silent version of Max. On the first day of the new school year, Robin and you had decided to pick the redhead up to spare her the bus ride and the additional moments of scrutiny and whispers that inadvertently followed her, now that she was the girl with the brother who’d died in the “mall fire”. Picking her up in the mornings had become an unspoken agreement, just as it had become with Robin.
It was weird how it had taken possession on your side and a fight against a monster made of molten people to befriend Robin Buckley, the girl who’d lived in the same street as you ever since you could remember. She was growing on you. And she was growing on Nancy, as well. Shared trauma, as it turned out, didn’t just make a great foundation for relationships, but friendships as well.
As you barrelled down the street with a roar of the old car’s engine, your gaze briefly flitted towards the trailer opposite the Mayfield’s, and your thoughts returned to the encounter in the woods Friday night.
To Eddie Munson, who wasn’t callous or scary or threatening at all, but…kind.
Once again, may I say that Jason is a piece of trash.
The rest of this chapter tho! Like, I know what happens bc I saw the season, but I still can’t wait how interpret it w/ these versions of the characters.
summary: an unlikely friendship blooms into something more at the only record store in the town of hawkins, indiana
or the five times eddie munson made fun of your music taste and the one time he was grateful for it.
warnings: friends to lovers, mutual pining, angst with a happy ending, too many music references, canon compliant but the timeline diverges a little bit, each part will have their own individual warnings
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Tags: Angst/Romance/Fluff/Friends to Lovers (as per usual, this is a story about grief and a story about love.) No beta reader lmao Word Count: 1.7k Also!!! Reader is Femme/Non-Binary and uses they/them pronouns :)
1986. The year you were lined up to graduate, top of the class, with tight-knit circle of friends around you. The year of senior prom and you already had a few outfits picked out. The year of college applications and potential internships. The future looked bright and hopeful with the tiny, suburban town of Hawkins in your rearview mirror.
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.
Summary:Falling in love with your best friend was never part of the plan, especially when you figured you weren’t Eddie’s type. But a trip home to sub in for a Hellfire meeting brings you more than a victory.
Warnings:Some anxiety, some insecurity, idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, fear of unrequited love, mention of Eddie’s extracurricular activities (if you squint).
Pairing:Eddie x fem!Reader
Word Count:8.2k ((how the ever-loving fuck did we get here))
The invitation to join Hellfire for a night was far from a surprise.
Despite the distance - you in Indianapolis, Eddie in Hawkins - he kept you up to date on the latest happenings of the club you once attended regularly. As far as you could tell, not much had changed beyond your absence and as much shit as he gave the freshmen - a gaggle of children, some of whom you recognized as the siblings of former classmates - he was fond of them. They exasperated him - “Henderson’s a pain in my ass. He’s so smug! Some humility wouldn’t hurt him. Little shit.” - but he was convinced that Hellfire would be in good hands with them.
A blessing, really, because someone needed to carry on the legacy when he graduated (finally).
In a handful of conversations, he’d made mention of a basketball player amongst their ranks - a freshman benchwarmer who had yet to set foot on the court but was thrilled to be part of the team just the same - so the revelation that said player would rather attend the championship instead of completing the oh-so-thrilling tale of the Cult of Vecna was to be expected. Even more expected was Eddie’s call, imploring you to skip your final class before spring break and return to Hawkins in his hour of need.
It was a request you’d heard before and, at least on the surface, was not out of the realm of possibility.
In the beginning, when you first made the transition from high school to college - when you left Hawkins and the little group of friends you loved so dearly for the very first time - trips home were frequent. At least once a month, you made the trek back to Hawkins, just to sit and spend a weekend with Eddie.
The trips home weren’t exactly productive - you attempted to help him study for classes he’d taken a handful of times, attempted to steer him toward better habits, but each study session dissolved into a smoke session nearly instantly. Still, they were necessary.
Those trips kept you sane in the first few months, made you feel as if your world hadn’t been entirely upended, and you reveled in the connection you were able to keep with the guy who’d been your best friend since freshman year. Eddie was a constant in your life, the one thing that remained steadfast when your whole world seemed to shift, and you appreciated his unwavering presence more than you let on.
However, somewhere along the line, between classes and your job at the record store, new friends and new hobbies - including a new Dungeons and Dragons group that paled in comparison to Hellfire, a fact you assured Eddie of often - there seemed to less and less time to make the trip back to Hawkins.
As the trips started to grow fewer and farther between, Eddie began to pick up some of the slack. He made the trip to Indianapolis once - crashed in your too small twin bed and got kicked out by an RA - but, more often than not, made up for the distance by calling nearly every night. The conversations varied - ranging from rants about school, updates on Hellfire and your newfound social life, gossip about who he’d sold to, and existential conversations that made little sense to anyone else - but lately, there always seemed to be a request for you to return home tacked at the end of each one.
And for the first time in months, you decided to grant it.
The drive itself was uneventful, as always - the same winding backroads and sleepy towns, the same mile markers and curiosities stuck in time - but there was a spark of anxiety that settled in the pit of your stomach, threatening to erupt into a raging brushfire.
For months, you’d told Eddie that you wanted to come home, it was just hard finding the time - a statement that was true enough. You truly wanted to come back, if only to see him, but that wasn’t exactly enough anymore. He knew that there were plenty of reasons you’d kept your distance from Hawkins; despite the attitude he so openly displayed, Eddie understood why the whispers and glares got under your skin.
What Eddie didn’t know was that the feelings distance - and subsequent trips home - dredged up brought about a realization that nearly sent you spiraling the last time you made the trip home.
As loathe as you were to admit it, somewhere along the line, you’d fallen in love with your best friend.
That realization - knowing that you’d become a walking cliche, falling in love with your best friend - hit you harder than you imagined it would. Though it made sense, it was difficult to come to terms with as Eddie had been the one constant in your life for years. He was your rock, the person who kept you going, and the fear that everything would change, regardless of whether he found out, weighed heavier on your chest the closer you drew to Hawkins.
A million questions plagued you as you navigated the backroads on autopilot; would the distance help temper your feelings or would you continue to fall, regardless of how far apart you remained? Would going out with someone else help or would it only end in comparing your date to Eddie? Would you be able to maintain your composure in his presence now, or would you fall apart?
Most importantly, would you be able to get over him and keep him in your life without growing to resent him? As desperately as you hoped for a happy ending, you knew that there wouldn’t be one.
For all of the similarities that you shared - all the bands you both loved, all the movies you agreed were the best, all the political and social beliefs you shared - and all of the nights you spent together, you were not Eddie Munson’s type.
For as long as you’d known him, Eddie had a thing for girls he swore he’d never have a snowball’s chance in hell with. He gravitated toward pretty girls in pastel colors with soft smiles and hearts of gold and, for the most part, you swore that it had never really bothered you. There was a moment in time when you’d suffered through crushing on Steve Harrington, a boy who’d never give you the time of day; how Eddie chose to break his own heart was up to him, you were simply there to watch.
Now, upon making the startling realization that you were in love with him, you realized that it had bothered you for years. The pang of annoyance that simmered in the pit of your stomach when he stared a little too long at Chrissy Cunningham and the way the smiles he shot at the girls who wandered around Starcourt soured your mood suddenly made far too much sense and you didn’t know if you could face him.
Unfortunately, turning around and returning to Indianapolis seemed to be out of the question as you turned onto the gravel road leading into the Hawkins High parking lot. You knew that you would have to face him sooner rather than later - he’d already threatened to drive to Indianapolis and bring you back, kicking and screaming; a threat you weren’t entirely convinced was empty - so you pulled into the parking spot right beside his van and took a moment to compose yourself.
With a few deep breaths - and one final listen to Lita Ford’s You Gotta Let Go - you cut the engine and crossed the parking lot to your fate.
As expected, the halls Hawkins High were fairly empty and largely unchanged. The vast majority of town lingered in the gym, crowded the sidewalk just outside, and you ruminated on how strange it felt to be back after swearing you’d never step foot inside again. The halls made you uneasy, always looking over your shoulder for someone out to make your life miserable, and you knew that you wouldn’t even consider this for anyone other than Eddie.
Anxiety - both from being back at Hawkins High and from seeing Eddie for the first time after your realization - sank to the pit of your stomach like a stone. It weighed you down, had you stepping across the tile almost hesitantly, and you struggled to force yourself into resignation.
This would be no different than any previous trip home; Eddie would never be able to tell how you felt if you kept your composure, there would be no change in your relationship, and you would survive spring break with only a little difficulty.
It was possible. You just had to keep telling yourself that you could pretend, just for a week.
The closer you drew to the theater room - the one place on school grounds you’d all been granted refuge - the louder the voices became and the easier it seemed to compartmentalize your feelings. The room was a cacophony of noise, a clusterfuck of shouting that you made no effort to decipher, and you were grateful for its distraction. And for a brief moment, it reminded you of the few good memories you held of high school.
This, the shouting and the laughter and the unabashed enjoyment of something so many others saw so negatively, was what encouraged you to keep going. Having the connection to Hellfire, to Eddie, made high school a little more bearable and if one night struggling to conceal your feelings was all it took to give a few freshmen the same place to belong you’d had, you decided it was worth it.
After taking a few deep breaths, desperate to calm your racing heart, you rounded the corner and approached the door. From the hallway, you could tell that the heavy door was cracked enough to allow newcomers to enter easily, and felt a real smile tug at the corner of your mouth as you approached.
Just inside the room, Eddie sat on his throne - expression as impassive as he could muster, with the ghost of a frown curling his lips - while two of the freshmen explained their difficulty in finding a substitute for their friend. There was a glimmer of annoyance simmering just beneath the surface - a flash of betrayal that someone he’d allowed in would choose basketball over Hellfire - but you could see the hint of nervous tension in his shoulders.
When you spoke to him, you promised that you would try to make it in time, not that you would. Realistically, you knew that you would’ve broken every traffic law necessary to make it back in time to save the day, but keeping your promise vague gave you a little room to breathe.
To keep from staring, from cataloguing the little changes he’d made in your absence, and allowing yourself to overthink the situation, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. When you opened them, you met Eddie’s eyes instantly.
The look of relief that flashed across Eddie’s face upon making eye contact lingered so briefly you almost wondered if you imagined it. Still, it managed to make your heart skip a beat as he straightened on his throne.
Though you were desperate to look away - you could feel your cheeks burn and palms begin to sweat - Eddie maintained eye contact as the freshmen continued to speak. His eyes glittered in the dim orange glow of the room and you could see the ghost of a smile he struggled to conceal. As discreetly as he could, he held up a hand to keep you from entering the room before promptly dropping it to the table with a heavy thud.
Eddie’s dramatics often overwhelmed you - he kept you out of them, shielded you from view any time he got too loud and riled up the wrong people - but this time, they set you at ease. It felt normal, something you’d grown to expect from him. It distracted you from your feelings, reminded you of what you were back in Hawkins for, and you smiled as you leaned against the doorframe to watch as all eyes snapped to him.
“Fear not, freshmen,” Eddie interrupted, voice carrying through the room and instantly quieting their nervous chatter. As they shared wide-eyed glances, you stifled a giggle at the lilt to Eddie’s voice - a tone that only appeared as he reveled in being the center of attention - and waited as he stood. “Though you made a valiant effort, I’m sure, I have found a replacement far better than any you could’ve scrounged up in the halls of Hawkins High. M’lady!”
With a flourish, Eddie gestured to the door and, on his cue, you threw it open with a satisfying thud. As the sound echoed through the room, every head snapped in your direction. You allowed them a moment to stare before raising a brow at the group. “Miss me?”
As much as you wanted to glance at Eddie, to really look at him after so long apart, you scanned the other faces occupying the room first. The freshmen looked awed - though you knew Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington, you weren’t exactly friends so there was little chance the kids had seen you before - while the other members of the club quickly cycled from confusion to recognition to excitement.
The Hellfire Club shirt you’d stashed at the back of your closet looked a little different than theirs - yours was faded from so many washes, stained at the bottom from eyeliner, and had a little rip beneath the left arm - but that mattered so little when the energy in the room was so palpable. Everyone seemed thrilled to have you, eager to welcome you into the fray, and you could see Eddie’s bright grin out of the corner of your eye as he waited for you to close the door behind you.
“Gentlemen,” he began, speaking to the freshmen, “meet Ama. She’s a level fifteen, chaotic good Aasimar. Cooler than any of you dweebs ever thought about being. And she’s here to help you try to survive Vecna.”
As they so often tended to, Eddie’s eyes remained on you throughout his introduction. His grin grew brighter the deeper into the room you stepped and you struggled to keep your breathing even as you spared the freshmen a glance. With a roll of your eyes, betrayed by your laughter, you offered them your real name. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” At your admission, the freshmen glanced at Eddie - hopeful, surprised that he’d spoken about them - only to scowl when you instructed, “Prove Eddie wrong.”
Compartmentalizing your feelings seemed almost too easy - falling into the role of your character, one you’d played throughout high school, helped - but the freshmen were helpful in distracting you. Almost immediately, they tugged you off to the side of the room with wide eyes and eager smiles to fill you in - something they quickly realized was unnecessary as Eddie had already taken care of that - before commencing strategizing.
There was little chance it would be anything less than thrilling - one of the things about Eddie that drew you in was his ability to tell stories and craft wonderful worlds - and any trepidation you had about sharing a space with him was quickly shoved to the back of your mind as the club members rallied around you.
For nearly two hours, you managed to forget about every pang of anxiety you’d felt when speaking with Eddie - including the near meltdown you’d had on the drive home - and enjoyed the game.
Throughout the session, you did your best to avoid glancing at Eddie. As he spoke, you took great care to scribble down notes and alter your course of action - anything that would help you remain focused on the task, rather than his voice - but the buffer of other people and a task disappeared as the campaign ended with a win.
Mike and Dustin dispersed first - the Wheeler boy had a curfew and a flight to catch, Henderson was catching a ride with Steve Harrington and was amped to share the news of his victory - and were quickly followed by the remaining members of Hellfire.
It was only then that the room began to feel stifling.
The room felt too small, too quiet, all of a sudden and the high of winning faded almost instantly as Eddie spared you a glance out of the corner of his eye. For as much shit as you gave him over the years, he was a phenomenal friend and could read you better than anyone. There was little question that he’d noticed the tension in your shoulders, the distance you kept, the way you avoided his eyes.
Knowing Eddie, it was only a matter of time before he asked what was bothering you.
Eddie was always the one to break the silence, to babble about nothing at all in an effort to avoid the quiet, but you knew that his first thought would be to question your wellbeing. That was the last thing you wanted - especially as he could see through your lies easily - so you spoke before he could. “So,” you began, voice carrying in the silence, “you were really banking on me showing, huh?”
As he dropped his dice back into the pouch, he glanced at you over his shoulder with a laugh. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down,” he declared with a grin that had your heart hammering in your ribcage. “I knew you’d be here, even if it was just to see if I was lying about the freshmen being insufferable.”
The faith that he had in you - in the belief that you would show when he needed you, regardless of how little you’d been home recently - weighed heavily on your chest. There was something so light about his belief, something so pure, that it ignited a flame of guilt within you. A surge of disappoint - upset that you had to fall in love with him, that you couldn’t leave well enough alone and be content with just his unwavering friendship - turned your stomach and nearly pulled a sigh from deep within. However, when Eddie turned to face you fully, you swallowed your upset and covered it with a thoughtful frown.
“Henderson’s kind of a know-it-all.” The taunt was playful, a repetition of something he’d said to you months ago, but you knew that it would throw him off as you headed for the exit. “Maybe it’s just his tone.”
Eddie made a noise of agreement and nodded eagerly as he patted his pockets in search of his cigarettes. “It’s totally his tone,” he agreed easily. “Little shit.” A beat of silence passed as he continued his search before he made a triumphant noise upon finding them. “I’m proud of them for that campaign, though. I didn’t think they’d be able to rally but they pulled through.” As you approached the exit, he plucked a cigarette from the pack and spared you a sideways glance. “They couldn’t have done it without you, though. You kicked ass, princess.”
The term of endearment made your cheeks burn, as did his praise. Neither were new - Eddie was your biggest fan, just as you were his - but both hit you a little harder now. They made you feel weightless, on top of the world, and you struggled to keep your composure as the words rang in your ears. You laughed quietly, almost bashful - something you’d never been in his presence - and shook your head as you shoved the exit door open.
“I don’t know,” you began, grinning as you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. “They’re… tenacious.” Eddie made a face at your choice of words, pulled an exaggerated frown chosen to make you smile, and you rolled your eyes as he fumbled with his lighter. “They’re determined,” you supplied, giggling when he scoffed - when he mumbled, “You could’ve just said that,” - and rolled his eyes. “I think you were right, though. Hellfire’s in good hands with the kids.”
As you turned to face him, Eddie opened his mouth to reply - the words caught on the tip of his tongue - but before he could crow delightedly at your acknowledgement that he was right, he paused. He stood, hand still lifted to his mouth with a cigarette balanced between two fingers, and followed something in the distance.
Though Eddie got distracted often, you were curious what could interrupt his triumph and turned to follow his line of sight. There was a crowd of people leaving the gym, all wearing the garish colors of your high school and cheering - Hawkins won the championship, evidently - but, to your annoyance, it was Chrissy Cunningham who’d caught his eye.
It wasn’t her fault - she was nice, had actually spoken to you a handful of times when you’d both been stuck in the library at the same time - but in that moment, you felt a sharp pang of dislike curdle the bit of joy you’d felt at his praise.
A flare of resentment overshadowed your feelings for Eddie - bitterness that, once again, he was choosing someone else, someone so different, over you - and simmered low in your stomach. It was another reminder of what you knew to be true, another reminder that Eddie wasn’t interested, and served as a reality check that quickly smothered the blossoming flash of hope you’d felt upon seeing him grin at you.
All too suddenly, you wanted nothing more than to return home, turn on a record your parents hated, and hide in bed until it was safe enough to return to Indianapolis. So, you masked your huff of annoyance with a yawn and shoved your hand into your bag in search of your keys.
“I’m sticking around Hawkins for a few days.” The lie slipped past your lips easily, meant to reassure Eddie that you were alright without even meaning to, but it still reclaimed his attention. “I’ll see you before I head back.”
Eddie frowned, eyes wide and confused as he followed you across the parking lot to your car. “What?” A flash of hurt crossed his face quickly, darkened the glimmer of excitement that still lingered in his eyes, and you could hear the disappointment in his voice. “You’re not coming over?”
The thought of spending the night with him, the thought of spending the rest of your break with him - either forgetting your feelings entirely, pretending they didn’t exist and returning to the way things used to be, or living a fantasy in which he returned your feelings just as he did in your sweetest of dreams - was beyond tempting.
Regardless of your newly discovered feelings, you’d genuinely missed spending time with Eddie. He understood you in a way that no one else seemed to, made you laugh and made you feel seen. There was so much about your friendship with him that you missed but when the ache in your chest felt so unbearable, you knew that finding yourself alone with him was a bad idea.
“I’m tired, Eds. It was a long drive.” You felt guilty giving him such a flimsy excuse - you’d spent long nights together driving home, eager to catch up on one another’s lives and spend as much time together as possible - but it felt like the only option. You only hoped it sounded convincing enough as you offered him a weak smile and avoided his eyes. “I’m gonna head home and crash, I think.”
As he lit his cigarette, his frown deepened. “Crash at my place.” It was the most logical solution he could offer, one that you’d taken him up on without question a thousand times before, but sharing a bed with him no longer felt like something you could handle. It was begging for trouble but before you could refuse, Eddie continued. “I’ll drive, bring you back to get your car tomorrow. My uncle’s working nights so it’ll just be us. We can watch The Evil Dead or Nightmare. You always fall asleep during movies, anyway.” He paused to take a drag off his cigarette, used it as a moment to think of a way to entice you into spending time with him, before he brightened. “Oh, we can watch Sleepaway Camp! You left the tape at my place last time.”
You folded your arms over your chest, wary of the cool night air, and shook your head fondly. “First off, I don’t always fall asleep during movies. And second, you hate Sleepaway Camp, Eds. You called it the worst movie you’ve ever seen.” The reminder was accompanied by a quiet laugh, softer than what you knew he expected, but you hoped he would chalk it up to your exhaustion rather than see it as a symptom of something greater.
“Yeah.” He shrugged off his jacket, leather crinkling in the dark, before stepping closer to wrap it around your shoulders. “But you love it. So, I’ll suffer through. Until you fall asleep, anyway.” When you softened - both at the gesture and his admission - Eddie grinned. “C’mon,” he encouraged.
Though it was difficult to breathe, standing so close to Eddie and being wrapped in his jacket, you huffed your most affected sigh and raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”
Eddie grinned, bright and sunny as he realized he’d won, and shook his head. “Fuck no.” He stepped back, opened the passenger door of his van, and bowed. “M’lady.”
Despite every nerve ending shouting that you were making a terrible decision, you climbed into the van and settled into the seat that, at one point, had been yours. As Eddie rounded the van to climb into the driver’s seat, you hugged his jacket tighter to your body and inhaled deeply. It smelled of leather and smoke - a heady mixture of cigarettes and weed - but it was a scent you’d once associated with home. Only now, it made the ache in your chest nearly unbearable.
It killed him, you were certain of it, but Eddie remained quiet as he drove through the deserted streets of Hawkins slower than he ever had before. The radio was barely audible and, though he opened his mouth a handful of times, he didn’t speak a word as you sat with your head pressed to the cool glass of the window, watching as the night passed you by.
From the corner of your eye, you could see him tapping at the steering wheel, mindlessly following the beat of the Metallica song you knew he loved. Every few seconds, he spared you a glance - deep brown eyes wide and cautious, but curious. There was little hope he would make it through the night without asking what was wrong, without asking what he could do to fix the problem, and you had to swallow a sigh as you closed your eyes.
The air in the van was thick, tense, but for the first time in years, neither of you really knew what to say to remedy the situation.
It would be easy enough to tell him that you bombed an important exam or that your boss was being a dick. You could tell him that your friends at school were being weird or that there was a guy you liked who didn’t like you back - not a lie, though it might make him press for details.
But Eddie was not someone you lied to.
No matter how badly you screwed up, no matter how awful you felt about a choice you’d made, you never lied to Eddie about it. He’d seen you at your worst, remained by your side through the worst, but this was different. This would change the entire dynamic of your relationship, you knew that, and you wondered if it would be worth it to lie. Just this once.
As Eddie pulled into the trailer park, you moved on autopilot. His uncle’s home was something of a second home to you, a place you spent nearly as much time as your own home at one point, and it looked exactly as you remembered it. The space was small, lived-in, but comfortable, and, to your surprise, you felt more at ease than you had in weeks as you crossed the threshold.
Despite Eddie’s overwhelming presence - the scent of him embedded in the jacket, the waft of his shampoo as he brushed past you - surrounding you, your heart began to calm to a steadier beat as you shrugged off his jacket.
“Sorry about the mess,” he mumbled, as if he’d suddenly become aware of the state of the trailer. “Maid took the week off.”
It was a weak joke, told to distract you - only uttered because of the tension that surrounded you both - and you scoffed as you kicked off your shoes. “I’ve seen it look worse in here, Eds,” you reminded him, voice soft in the silence as you padded over to the couch. “Don’t worry about it. As long as you’ve got a blanket for me, I’m fine.”
Eddie nodded, smile crooked as he took a moment to revel in the sight of you perched on the couch - back in the spot you’d missed for months - before he set off in search of everything you needed.
Months had passed since you’d last seen Eddie in person. There were polaroids of him - the pair of you together, candids of him you’d taken at band practice and on nights he lounged in your bedroom, a handful of photos of Hellfire as a whole - tacked to the cork board hanging above your desk but seeing him in the flesh was different.
The butterflies you felt when you caught sight of a photo of him paled in comparison to the butterflies swarming as you watched him shuffle about the living room in search of a blanket and the VHS. Though you’d always found him attractive, seeing him now - really looking at him for the first time since realizing your feelings - you were taken aback by just how beautiful he was.
His hair had gotten a little longer, a little messier - he tended to cut it himself, often on a whim, locked away in the bathroom with only a vague sense of what he was doing - but, despite his less than perfect haircare routine, you distinctly remembered how soft it felt between your fingers on the few occasions he’d fallen sleep with his head on your lap.
The line of his jaw was sharper than it had been, a little more defined, and the smooth expanse of his throat drew your eyes as he made a quiet noise of triumph upon finding the tape. His smile looked a little easier and his eyes gleamed a little brighter as he scurried around the living room - though you weren’t sure if that happened while you were gone or because you were back.
As he bent to pop the tape into the VCR, you caught sight of a new splotch of ink just above his hipbone. Before you could stop yourself, you asked, “When’d you get that tattoo?”
Eddie grinned, bright and teasing, as he crossed the living room and lifted the hem of his Hellfire shirt to give you a better look. It was not the best tattoo you’d ever seen - though, if you were honest, none of Eddie’s tattoos were of the best quality - but that didn’t really matter as your eyes traced the line of his hip, roved the dark trail leading beneath the band of his boxers, instead.
“A few months ago,” he answered, voice bright - unaffected, as if you hadn’t just been ogling him, imagining what he might sound like if you were to press your lips to that exact spot. “Rick’s got a friend, did it for practically nothing.”
Unable to help yourself, you snorted at his answer and shook your head to clear the image of him lying beneath you. “For a shitty stick and poke, it looks pretty good.” Eddie was used to your teasing, heard the same taunt each time he showed you new ink, and rolled his eyes as he fell onto the couch beside you. When he pouted - an exaggerated expression, accompanied by a glance at you from beneath his lashes - you shook your head. “‘M serious, Eds. I like it.”
He brightened, grin replacing the pout, and nodded. He paused for a moment, eyes searching your face, before he laughed. “I’m not the only one making changes. That’s new.” Your breath caught in your throat as he reached out to gingerly cup your chin and tilt your head to get a better look at the septum piercing you’d hidden for most of the night. “I like it.”
It was difficult to focus with Eddie so close, with his bright eyes trained on you, and you felt both immense relief and deep sorrow when he released you. You hoped that he couldn’t hear the tremor in your breath as you inhaled deeply. “I didn’t think you’d notice.” The admission was quiet, a near whisper, as you shifted to lift your legs beneath you and glance away from him, but he heard you clearly.
Eddie scoffed, as if he couldn’t believe you truly thought that. “Of course I did.” His refutation was a huff, not quite offended but verging on it, as he pressed play and spared you a glance. “I notice everything about you, princess,” he admitted as he reached out to grab your ankle and stretch your legs across his lap.
As difficult as it was to admit it, he was right. Eddie was always the first to notice any changes you made. He’d noticed something was wrong the moment you stepped foot into the theater room for Hellfire, had noticed you pulling away over the course of a few months, noticed that you weren’t the best friend he remembered. And, for a brief moment, you felt a pang of guilt lodge itself into your chest.
He always jumped to the worst conclusions first - he would likely think your mood was the result of something he’d done, that you were tired of him or eager to get away from him - and you nearly broke down and spilled your secrets right then and there. However, before you could, Eddie reached out to tug at a lock of your hair.
“I like the haircut, by the way. One of your friends do it?” When you nodded, he shook his head fondly. With an exaggerated sigh, he reached for the blanket and spread it across your laps. “Y’know, your parents thought I was a bad influence.” They’d hated him at first, swore he was the reason you started listening to metal and wearing black, but eventually grew fond of him, the more time he spent at your house. “Your new friends, though? They’re the real bad influences. Coming home with piercings and shit. Can’t wait to hear what your parents have to say about it.”
“You might never hear from me again if they manage to find out,” you warned, scoffing as you glanced at him from the corner of your eye.
Eddie grinned at the laughter he managed to pull from you, triumphant in a way that made you want to laugh - though, you knew he only felt so accomplished because you’d spent hours distancing yourself - and sighed contentedly as he settled back against the cushions. The moment felt normal, like something that you could handle, and you would’ve been fine, pretending that things were normal - if only a little uncomfortable with the proximity - had he not moved.
As the movie began to play, Eddie placed a warm hand on your calf. His calloused fingers traced your skin lightly, absentmindedly drawing nonsensical patterns, as he turned his full focus to the television. You knew that he meant nothing by it - he’d done it a thousand times before, casually pressed himself closer - it overwhelmed you. The weight of his touch, the heat of his hand, the cold sting of his rings, the care he took to move slowly in case you started to doze off; it all melded into a sensation that had your heart hammering against your ribcage and your lungs burning as you struggled to catch your breath.
In the past, it would’ve taken only moments for you to melt into the couch. Eddie’s soft touch, the weight of the old blanket stretched across your laps, the quiet hum of the television; it would’ve all lulled you into a peaceful sleep almost instantly. The conditions were ideal - something about Eddie’s place always helped you rest a little easier and, recently, you began to wonder if it was Eddie himself - but the turmoil raging in your brain kept you from settling, despite the exhaustion weighing heavily over you.
Instead, you sat, half-tucked into the corner, as still as possible - body stiff, unyielding to Eddie’s gentle touch - and stared at the television without truly seeing. Though the movie was one of your favorites, little about it managed to catch your eye as you focused on keeping your breathing even and your limbs from trembling beneath Eddie’s touch.
Beside you, Eddie did his best to remain still.
Most nights, he fidgeted throughout the movie - tapped his foot or twirled his rings or shifted until you finally shoved him down and wrapped your arms around him - but the only sign of life you noticed was his careful fingers, brushing your overheated skin.
Try as you might, the movie did little to hold your attention. There were moments you loved, moments that typically drew raucous laughter, that went unnoticed and you only laughed quietly - a reflex more than real amusement - at your favorite line when Eddie glanced at you.
At the noise, Eddie sighed and turned to face you. He gently squeezed your calf, hand searing against your skin, and shook his head fondly. “I can’t believe you actually like this movie, princess,” he teased, soft smile evident even in the dark of the living room. The light from the television bounced off his skin, cast soft shadows across his face, and made you ache to reach out and trace the slope of his noise. “I thought you had good taste.”
Any other time, you would’ve tossed a pillow at him and ardently fought back. This time, you simply rolled your eyes and shrugged. “You’ve been wrong before, Eds.” The tease was half-hearted, lobbed at him on instinct, and Eddie frowned as he reached for the remote.
“Alright,” he sighed, voice quiet as he squeezed your calf once more. “Tell me what’s bothering you.”
Before the question fully settled, you shook your head. “Nothing’s bothering me,” you attempted to assure him, though your voice shook as you pulled your legs away and tucked them to your chest. You offered him the most convincing smile you could muster - one that felt fake, one you knew he would see through. “I’m fine.”
Eddie scoffed. “C’mon, princess. I’ve known you for ages,” he reminded you as he leaned over to turn on the lamp. “Something’s up and I can tell. I just want to help.” He paused, took a moment to search your face, and frowned as he shifted in his seat. “Is it… Did I do something?”
Instantly, you shook your head. This was the reaction you’d been afraid of - worried that Eddie would read your discomfort as a result of something he’d done, rather than something you felt - and you tried your best to convince him otherwise. “No,” your assertion was strong, heavy, but Eddie looked less than convinced. “It’s not… it’s nothing you’ve done. I promise. It’s just been a weird brain day.”
He frowned at this and turned to face you. Soft brown eyes searched your face in search of an answer to his question. “Well, talk me through it,” he urged, shrugging as if that was the most logical suggestion. “We’ll make sense of whatever’s happening. I can… I don’t know, tell you your brain’s wrong?”
Though you wanted to smile at his offer, you knew that there would be no comfort in the conversation so you shook your head. “I can’t. It’s just… It’s not like that, okay? I just have to deal with it alone. It’s not a big deal, I promise. I’ll be fine.”
“I can help,” Eddie reminded you, almost desperately. “I promise, I’ll do whatever you need me to do. I get bad brain days, you know I do. Just talk to me.” He paused for a moment, allowed his words to linger in the air, before he tilted his head to study you intently. “Is it work? School? Homesickness? Is someone being a dick to you? D’you fail that chemistry exam?”
“Eddie. Drop it. Please.” Your voice shook as you begged him to drop the subject but you knew Eddie. There was little he wouldn’t do to help you - he’d been your voice of reason a thousand times before, had been your sounding board, helped. You on the worst mental health days - but his constant questioning was beginning to drive you insane.
Tears stung at the backs of your eyes, threatened to spill over your lashes, and Eddie frowned as he shifted closer. “I just want to help, princess,” he breathed, voice dropping to a near whisper. “Please, let me help. I can grab my stash, if you want. If that’ll make you feel better.”
“Eddie, stop! You can’t help me because you’re the problem.”
The declaration escaped in a desperate screech, louder than you intended and far sharper. Eddie recoiled at your words, eyes wide and lips parted in a sort of hurt that made your heart ache, and you felt the tears begin to spill over your lashes as you shook your head. “Fuck, Eds, I’m sorry. I didn’t-“
“I… I thought you said I didn’t do anything.” He swallowed thickly, uncertain, and shook his head as he lifted his eyes to yours once more. “What is it? Whatever I did, I’m sorry. You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you on purpose, right?”
You nodded immediately, though you kept your distance as Eddie reached out for you. “It’s not… you didn’t do anything,” you repeated, voice going quiet as you steeled yourself. There was only one way out of the conversation and, though you knew it was a declaration you couldn’t come back from, you felt it was better to hurt yourself than continue to hurt him. “I just… fuck! I’m in love with you, alright?”
The moment the words spilled into the silence of the living room, you pushed yourself up off the couch and began to pace. “I’m in love with you,” you repeated, voice quiet. “I never really thought about it, you know? We were just… us. But the last time I came home, I really looked at you for the first time and it just kind of hit me. I know that I’m not you’re type and that this fucks everything up. It’s… it’s stupid, I know, so just… I don’t know. Take me to go get my car or let me sleep out here and I’ll walk back in the morning. Or something, I guess. Whatever.”
Eddie sat, stunned silent, on the couch. You could feel his eyes tracking your every step but before you could make a beeline for the door, he whispered, “You’re in love with me?”
You gave a weak laugh as you nodded. “Yeah,” you mumbled, voice thick with tears as you wrapped your arms around yourself and continued pacing the length of the living room. “Fuck. I’m sorry, Eddie.”
“What?” The confusion in his tone nearly stopped you in your tracks. He sounded genuine, as if he couldn’t fathom why you would be apologizing to him, as he asked, “Why are you sorry?”
To you, the answer was obvious. “Because, we had such a good thing going, just being friends. It was perfect. Me falling in love with you fucks that up. I know that you’re not into me, that I’m not your type, and I really want to be friends with you but it’s so fucking hard looking at you when all I can think about is how head over heels I am.”
“Who said you weren’t my type?” Eddie raised an eyebrow as he stood from the couch and moved to stand in your immediate path. He reached out, placed his hands on your biceps, and waited for you to glance up at him. “And who said that I’m not into you?”
It was too difficult to look him in the eye, especially when your heart felt as if it might leap out of your throat, so you shook your head and turned your eyes to your feet. “I know what you’re into, Eds, and it’s not me. It’s girls like Chrissy. And that’s fine. You like what you like. You don’t have to… you don’t have to pretend, okay? Just,” you took a deep breath, eager to calm yourself, and shook your head. “I’m sorry.”
Eddie’s hand lifted to your chin. He gingerly tilted your head with two fingers and met your eyes with glassy ones of his own. “Sweetheart,” he cooed, voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “I’ve been in love with you since junior year.”
It was your turn to blink owlishly at him. Eddie laughed quietly as you shook your head. “What? No. I… what?”
He smiled, a goofy grin, and nodded. “You came back from summer break with no braces and that ‘take-no-shit’ attitude and I would’ve done anything you asked me to do. Fuck, I worshiped the ground you walked on,” he admitted, not ashamed in the least as he met your eyes. “But you went goofy over that asshole and I assumed I wasn’t your type. I figured you might want someone who has a chance of getting out of here someday. Looks like we were both wrong, huh?”
“Eddie…” Every thought you’d been spiraling over, every possible scenario you’d prepared yourself for, vanished as you searched his face for any hint of deception. There was a light in his eyes, a brightness that had been missing, and a lopsided grin that reassured you - this was no joke. “How’d you survive? I just realized and I’ve been going insane.”
His easy laughter filled your ears, eased the knot in your stomach, and calmed you as he brushed his thumb across your cheekbone. “Oh, I’ve been insane,” he declared, grinning as he took a tentative step closer. “That’s part of my charm.” He winked, exaggerated and over the top, and grinned when it pulled a soft giggle from you.
“Definitely part of the reason I fell in love with you.” Allowing the words to spill so easily, to pull them into a conversation, eased the weight that had nearly crushed you. It made your heart soar and breathing just a little easier when Eddie’s smile brightened. “The hair totally helped, though.”
“Oh, yeah,” he agreed, nodding sagely. “I get it. I totally would’t date me without the hair.”
“You’re ridiculous, Munson,” you teased, grinning when he hid behind a lock of his hair. “Completely and utterly, you know that, right?”
He shrugged, completely unaffected, and wagged his eyebrows. “And I’m totally in love with you. You know that, right?”
“I’m starting to get it. Might need you to repeat it a few more times,” you suggested as you struggled to conceal your grin. “Just to really drive the point home, you know?”
Eddie nodded, looked as if it was the most reasonable request you’d ever made, and tilted his head. “What’s the tallest building in Hawkins?”
A surprised laugh escaped as you searched his face for any clue as to why he was asking. “I have no clue. Does it matter?”
“Kinda,” he argued as he struggled to keep from laughing. “If I want to shout it from the rooftops, I gotta figure out the best place to start. Thought about the cafeteria but someone actually graduated so… Rooftop it is.”
“Wow. You really are insane. Geez,” you laughed as you met his eyes, “too late to take that confession back?”
“Totally,” Eddie asserted, grinning when he used the hand on your cheek to tip your head. “I love you, you love me. No take-backs in love, princess. You’re stuck with me now.”
The smile you’d been struggling to conceal was near blinding, stretched and burned as you beamed at him, but you decided that you could live with it when Eddie’s answering grin made your heart skip a beat. “I think I can live with that.”
For the first time, Eddie had nothing to say. Instead, he leaned in to press his lips to yours in a searing kiss - another cliche, one that saw fireworks popping behind your eyes and butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach. Though this was not where you imagined your night going, who were you to question the way the universe worked?
Falling in love with Eddie was not something you imagined but, now, you couldn’t imagine a life without him.
Author’s Note: Challenging myself to write less than 5k for the next fic I write (spoiler; I will probably fail). Anyway. I’m all packed for my trip and am gonna download some Stranger Things episodes to watch on the flight so. Whee.
Rating: M | This is smut, no one under 18! Minors, DNI!
Summary:You never imagined you would fall in love with Eddie Munson. It was out of the realm of possibility. But here you are. Kind of in love with a guy who’s not your boyfriend. | Ft. “I’m kind of in love with you,” requested by @thisisparadisemylove
Pairing:Eddie Munson x fem!Reader (college student!Reader)
Warnings:No spoilers for season 4 (other than Eddie’s existence), very light idiots to lovers, unprotected p in v.
Word Count: 7.4k (I don’t know how that happened either)
“Y’know,” Eddie began, voice startlingly loud as he broke the silence that had lasted significantly longer than you imagined it would, “I always pictured your room… different.”
When you shifted your attention from your own assignment to glance at him, dark edges stark against the soft colors of your childhood bedroom, you could clearly see the wonder written on his face. There was no malice in his comment - it was simply an observation, something he felt the need to breathe aloud in an effort to break the silence - and it made you laugh as you gave in to his distraction and tossed your pen onto the bed.
The corners of his mouth lifted in a pleased smile as he heard you shuffle to sit up, triumphant in the knowledge that he’d managed to break your concentration - and make you laugh, something he always seemed to be striving for - but he made no effort to glance at you as he continued studying the makeup of your bedroom.
Though this was far from the first time he’d stepped foot into your room, it was the first that he’d taken time to truly study his surroundings. Most nights, he stumbled through the dark to settle into your bed - or through the dark to leave your bed - and rarely ventured farther than between your sheets. In this moment, however, he seemed to revel in studying the pieces of your life.
Eddie’s eyes were wide, curious, as he glanced at the knick-knacks covering your dresser - the little objects friends and family picked out for you on trips or in moments of kindness, the books you’d left behind, the framed photos - but, as you studied him, you felt certain he would see a similar curiosity reflected in your eyes if he just spared you a glance.
There was something surreal about seeing Eddie Munson, the boy who’d remained at the periphery of your life throughout high school - always there, grinning when you caught his eye or cracking a joke to make you smile on the rare occasion he made it to any of your shared classes - but never quite fully enveloped into your routine, sat at the small desk in the corner of your bedroom. It was surreal to think that this wasn’t the first time he’d found himself there, that the scent of him was embedded in your sheets and that polaroids of his grinning face were tacked to your cork board.
More than that, it was surreal to think that Eddie Munson had managed to become one of the most important people in your life nearly overnight.
In the months following graduation, leading up to your departure from Hawkins, panic set in. In the pursuit of a way out of Hawkins - grades, extracurriculars, work experience - there was so much you feared you’d neglected to do. The goal had always been to survive high school, not really enjoy it, but that left you with a hollow feeling once the relief of managing that feat faded.
A small spark of anxiety nestled in your brain, made you fear that your college experience would be negatively impacted because of your reluctance to let yourself live, so you made a rash decision; you wanted to learn to really live, enjoy life, before you left Hawkins.
On a whim, you ended up at The Hideout after work - anxious to be around a crowd you’d never interacted with but curious. Seeing Eddie there was less of a surprise than it should’ve been and more of a relief than you ever imagined it would be. He was a familiar face, a comforting flicker of light in the dingy darkness of the building, and you gravitated toward him.
Watching as his confusion turned to glee - a look that quickly escalated to pride when you began to truly enjoy his band’s set - upon making eye contact with you made your heart race and your palms sweat. Seeing him in his element, truly enjoying himself and thrilled to be playing music (despite the less than enthused crowd of drunks), made you see him in a different light.
It should’ve been clear then that Eddie Munson was going to become important to you. It should’ve been clear - the moment that your breath caught in your throat upon seeing him after his set, hair damp and shirt clinging to his chest, the moment your heart began to race and your thoughts drifted to a place they’d never dared venture - that you were going to fall in love with him, head over heels with no hope of right yourself any time soon, but it was difficult to see beyond the glaring differences in that moment.
That first night, Eddie looked completely out of place in the pastel of your life. The black of his jeans and jacket, the silver of his rings, the roar of guitar as he drove you home - none of it seemed to fit into the little box you’d built for yourself. But after that night, Eddie became a permanent fixture in your life.
For three months, between graduation and moving to Indianapolis for school, you spent nearly every day together. After confessing that you were afraid you’d missed out - on what, you could never quite explain, but Eddie seemed to understand, regardless - he made it his mission to help you chase a life you’d always fantasied about leading.
There were moments of chaos - nights filled with laughter as he dragged you along, giggling and gasping, after getting caught making out at the lake by police; nights at The Hideout, dancing in your seat to music you never cared for before Eddie introduced it to you; early mornings sneaking into your house, limbs like jelly after spending a night in his bed, with swollen lips and a sated body. There were also moments of blissful peace - afternoons spent at his uncle’s trailer, listening intently as he taught you about Dungeons & Dragons; movie nights, face buried in the crook of his neck as you watched The Evil Dead.
Eddie helped you experience a life you’d always been curious about - sneaking out, staying up late, giggling as he let you smoke with him. But as you were heading off to college and he was staying behind to (finally) complete his stint at Hawkins High, the conversation that you so desperately wanted to have remained unspoken.
The label you so desperately wanted to give him - the title of boyfriend, the decision to be exclusive, the declaration of love - all went unsaid. There was a fear that things would change, that he would forget about you when you left, but the distance only seemed to bring you closer together.
And now, after months of allowing Eddie to chip away at the walls of your once sheltered life, he looked as if he’d belonged amongst the pieces of your life all along.
As he sat at your desk, you reveled in his presence. He looked beautiful - dark hair a frizzy mess, mussed from running his fingers through it as he attempted to focus on his essay, and bottom lip swollen from biting it in concentration - and you sometimes wondered how you’d managed to catch his eye. But that question mattered so little when he looked so at home in your space, with his jacket slung over the back of the chair and shoes kicked off near the door, that it made your heart ache.
Though you hadn’t said it yet - you sometimes wondered how much was appropriate to say, how vulnerable you could be with someone who wasn’t officially your boyfriend - you’d missed him more than anyone else. And, if the embrace he’d pulled you into the moment he landed on your doorstep was any indication, he’d missed you, too.
A call of your name, quiet - given his normal volume - but mildly concerned, tore you from your reverie. It was then that you realized you could feel the weight of Eddie’s gaze, comforting and warm - a look that made you feel as if you were the only person that mattered, the same look he gave you for years before you truly noticed - on your skin.
When you glanced at him, blinked away the train of thought that distracted you so, Eddie pulled a face in the hope of making you laugh. “Do I have something on my face?”
Despite the teasing lilt to his tone, the look on his face when he settled back into his seat - furrowed brows, parted lips, narrowed eyes - expressed his concern that you had yet to respond to his observation. He was the one who spaced out, not you, but before he could question it, you shook your head.
“I can’t help myself,” you teased, grinning as you met his eyes, “you’re just so damn cute, Munson.” The dusting of pink that coated his cheeks warmed you from the inside, made your heart skip a beat, and you swallowed a giggle as he tipped his chin to avert his eyes. “What’d you think my room was going to look like, anyway; Barbie’s Dream House?”
As you engaged in the conversation, Eddie grew more animated. He allowed a beat of silence to pass as he pretended to consider your question. “Yeah,” he confirmed, nodding solemnly - though you could see the grin threatening to appear as he tilted his head to study you. Another beat of silence passed as he glanced around he room, eyes narrowing as he took in the objects you’d left behind, before returning his full attention to you. “I was expecting way more pink, if I’m honest. And, I don’t know, ruffles? Maybe a Tom Cruise poster.”
Eddie grinned triumphantly at the sound of your laughter - a look so pleased that it made you want to forget the entire conversation and pull him into a kiss; a look that brightened his entire countenance and made your heart ache. He waited patiently for your giggles to subside, head tilted as he observed you, and laughed when you shook your head. “How many girls’ rooms have you been in, Eds?”
The pink dusting his cheeks grew a little darker, more noticeable in the soft lamplight, and you bit your lip to hide your grin as he laughed. “Just yours,” he answered, honest as always - unwilling to hide anything from you, now that you’d let him into your life. “Why would I want to be in another girl’s room when I can be in yours?” When you blinked, heart pounding at his revelation, he simply shrugged as if that was the most obvious answer he could’ve given. “Anyway, that’s just what the golden girl’s room always looks like in movies. All neat and ruffly and pink.”
At Eddie’s revelation, the noise in your brain grew deafening. The implication that Eddie, like you, had been treating your relationship as exclusive, even without the label; the knowledge that he’d taken the time to consider what your room might look like, based on movies he’d seen and the reputation you held; the admission that, despite his experience with girls before you, your room was the first he’d snuck into - every thought rattled in your brain and made it difficult to focus on one singular train of thought.
Realistically, you knew that Eddie shared your feelings - the way he looked at you, the way he gravitated toward you, the compliments he paid you, the time you spent together - and that every feeling you wanted to share would be validated. Still, there was an unfounded fear that Eddie - sweet, beautiful Eddie who you’d fallen hopelessly in love with - didn’t share the feelings you’d been nursing for nearly a year. There was a glimmer of fear - one you assumed was standard for a first love - that you would ruin the bliss you’d been enjoying if you shared your feelings and that kept you from voicing anything of substance aloud.
Instead, you shook your head and reached for your pen. “Yeah, well, I’m not a golden girl in a movie,” you reminded him. The declaration was soft, not quite as teasing as you’d intended, but Eddie clearly heard it as he watched you settle back amongst the pillows on your bed. From the corner of your eye, you could see the frown tug at the corners of his mouth, confused by the sudden shift in your mood, but before he could ask what prompted it, you shook your head. “You need to focus.” The directive was as light as you could manage - not an order but far from the playful prompt you gave the moment he arrived with his backpack in hand - but still felt harsh as you continued, “Finish your essay and you’re free to do whatever you want for the rest of spring break.”
Eddie allowed your statement to linger in the air, gave you both a moment to ruminate on it - you to cringe at how you continued to get in your own way, Eddie to frown at what he could’ve possibly said - before he nodded. A small part of you awaited a joke, something to ease the sudden tension, but Eddie seemed uncertain as to how he should proceed so you nearly held your breath as you waited for his response.
“Yeah,” he finally agreed, voice as quiet as you’d ever heard it - confusion evident in the way he turned his eyes away from you. His attention fell to the cassette player in the corner, surrounded by tapes and records - most of which he’d introduced you to. “Mind if I put on some music? I work better when I can’t hear myself think.”
Despite the sudden heaviness you felt in your limbs - the fear that you’d made an awkward moment worse by letting yourself get in your head - you shook your head. “Go for it.” When he returned his attention to you, soft brown eyes studying your face, you gave him what you hoped passed for a real smile as you gestured to the small basket on the corner of the dresser. “Most of the good tapes are in there, they’re the ones I took to school with me.”
As tempted as you were to return to the assignment spread across the sheets in an effort to distract yourself, you allowed your focus to remain on Eddie as he stood. Though you were reticent to admit it, you missed everything about him.
The sight of him stretching, arms lifted above his head and head tilted back to expose his neck, captivated you. The Metallica shirt he wore lifted slightly, black material giving way to a sliver of skin just above the waist of his jeans, and it instantly sent a jolt of heat through your body. That particular spot was free of ink - for the time being - but rarely free of color. It was the same spot you painted purple with your mouth, teeth nipping at the delicate skin, each time you were given the opportunity to explore his body and the sight of it had your breath catching in your throat.
Eddie knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that his movement caught your attention and you could see that a glimmer of the light in his eyes had returned. There was a mischief glittering there, deep brown bright with amusement, as you lifted your head to meet his gaze. When you made eye contact, he lifted the corner of his shirt quickly - flashed the few small splotches of ink etched into his torso - and winked exaggeratedly.
There was a distinct lack of your touch on his skin - a lack of red and purple decorating his chest, his hipbone, his neck - but you knew that would change before he left. When you flustered, desperate to keep yourself together, Eddie smirked and moved to cross the room.
“It’s alright,” he assured you. There was an exaggerated air of confidence to the reassurance, a teasing lilt to his words as he ran his fingers along the edge of your dresser, and you bit your lip to keep from laughing as he waited for you to glance at him from beneath your lashes. He moved slowly, purposefully, and brightened when he seemed to realize that your mood - in this case - was eased by his actions.
As you took a moment to soak in his appearance - arms slightly more toned than the last time you saw him, hair a little longer, eyes a little brighter - Eddie preened under your scrutinization. Each time he realized what an effect he had on you, each time he realized you wanted him as badly as he wanted you, his chest and shoulders straightened with a sort of pride that made you want to reach out and pull him into a kiss.
With a smirk, Eddie swept a hand down his body - fingers teasingly grazing his stomach, catching on the leather of his belt. “Who wouldn’t miss all of this?”
The question was in no way serious and you were grateful for the moment of levity as you launched a pillow in his direction. “Yeah, yeah.” The dismissal came out in a huff, laughter badly hidden, and you knew that Eddie could see through the roll of your eyes. He knew the effect he had on you and reveled in it as he turned to shuffle through the tapes. “Just pick something and get back to work. You’re passing Ms. O’Donnell’s class and graduating this year whether you like it or not.”
An indignant huff escaped his mouth as he nodded, almost distractedly, and shuffled through the cases. “Believe me,” he sighed, “I’d like to graduate.” There was an instant desire to assure him that he would - to remind him of how hard he’d been working to finish the year and finally, finally leave Hawkins High - but he corrected himself before you got the chance. “I’m going to graduate,” he declared, certain of the fact. “With your help on this essay, I’ll pass this fucking class and snatch that diploma. Eighty-six, baby.”
There was little doubt that he would finally manage - he’d admitted, quietly, that there was nothing left for him in Hawkins - to walk across the stage. You had full confidence in him, a fact that he was aware of, so you nodded as you reached for your book once more. “Eighty-six,” you agreed easily, “totally your year, Eds.”
The conversation tapered off then, you immersing yourself in the book you’d been assigned for English and Eddie busying himself with digging through the contents of the basket. The quiet clatter of plastic tape cases colliding filled the room, followed by the occasional hum as he dug through the contents - noises of approval, for the most part - before a quiet laugh drew your attention.
Eddie paused his shuffling and turned to spare you a glance over his shoulder. When you met his eyes, he smiled. “These are the tapes you took with you?” He gestured to the basket, filled to the brim with the tapes you listened to most, and smirked when you nodded. At your confirmation, he hummed - pleased - before turning back to the basket. “Most of them are ones I gave you,” he observed. Though he no longer faced you, you could see the pleased look on his face through the mirror.
Some small part of you wanted to remind him that, before you met, the only music you really listened to was whatever played on the radio. He’d expanded your horizons in more ways than one - helped you learn about life and good music - but that reminder went unspoken as the look on his face shifted.
A grin, honest and bright, lit his face as he lifted a tape with a hand-drawn label. “You’re not sick of this one yet?”
In his hand, he held the first mix-tape he’d made for you - given to you a few weeks before you were due to leave Hawkins, just after you’d spent the night in his bed, smoking and listening to his array of music. The tape was full of music you never would’ve given a chance had Eddie not been the one to introduce it but it had become one you played so often your roommate could recite the track-listing by heart.
The cover was something Eddie drew himself - a silly little illustration of the characters you’d created together for a campaign you never got a chance to play - and the track-listing was a thoughtful mixture of artists he loved and songs he admitted reminded him of you.
“Not even close.” The fact that he’d even bothered to ask was ridiculous - as if you could grow tired of something he made so carefully - and you scoffed as you moved to sit cross-legged in the middle of your bed. “This really cool guy that I’m kind of in love with made it for me. I’m gonna keep playing it until it falls apart. Then, maybe he’ll make me a new one to wear out.”
Eddie grinned as he popped the case open and turned back to the tape player. “Who says I haven’t already made you a new one? You’ll get it before you leave. I just needed a reason to invite you over.” Though you knew that was a lie - Eddie never needed a reason to invite you over, especially when you both knew that it would end in you lying in his bed - you didn’t bother calling him on it. Instead, you watched with a fond smile as he turned back to the desk.
He made it only a few steps, hummed only the first few seconds of Ozzy’s Now You See It, before the bright grin on his face shifted into an emotion you’d never seen from him. Eddie paused, body going stiff at the foot of your bed, before turning to you with wide eyes and parted lips. “Wait. What’d you just say?”
With a confused frown, you watched him lift himself onto the bed to settle a few inches from you. As he searched your face, brows furrowed, you racked your brain. “I just said that the tape was made by this cool guy that I’m in… Oh.” The declaration you’d been swallowing for months, words pressed so tight to your chest during each phone call and visit, escaped so easily - without any notice - but Eddie caught it.
It was no surprise that he’d catch the slip - he seemed to know you better than anyone, seemed capable of reading you so easily - but the look on his face did manage to catch you by surprise. He looked awed, as if he couldn’t believe you might love him, and thrilled - overjoyed by the possibility. Wide eyes remained glued to your face, eagerly searching for any hint of deception, as he requested, “Say it again.”
“I, uh, I’m… I think I’m in love with you, Eddie.” The admission was quiet, a near whisper, but it felt as if you’d shouted it. When you glanced at Eddie from beneath your lashes, eyes searching his for any indication as to how he felt, the music faded into a persistent ringing in your ears. The beginning of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and you felt a bit of the weight on your chest begin to disappear. “I know that we’re not, like, official or whatever and that I’m not your girlfriend, but -“
Before the words fully escaped, Eddie surged forward and reached out to cup your cheek. “You are my girlfriend,” he exclaimed, voice clearly louder than he intended as he frowned. “Aren’t you? I mean, that’s what I’ve been calling you this whole time.” He searched your face, unsure of whether you meant this to be a joke or if he’d misread your entire relationship. “Was I… Should I have asked? ‘Cause I’m definitely in love with you.”
The revelation that Eddie considered you his girlfriend - that he referred to you as such, that he had always thought of you as such - and that he loved you hit you square in the chest. It simultaneously lifted the weight off your shoulders and sent your heart rate skyrocketing. There was a moment of immense relief as you realized your anxiety had been for naught before you dissolved into a fit of laughter.
“I’m such an idiot.” Despite the hold Eddie had on you, ringed fingers pressing into the heated skin of your cheeks, you attempted to glance away from him as you lamented the amount of time you’d wasted.
Laughter rumbled in Eddie’s chest as he leaned forward, tilting his head to get a better look at you. “This would be really embarrassing if you’re weren’t so cute,” he teased, grinning brightly as he shook his head. When you opened your mouth to reply, retort on the tip of your tongue, Eddie smirked and leaned in to press his mouth to your neck.
“Eddie!” The hum of his acknowledgement rumbled in his chest, vibrated against the column of your throat, as he pressed a kiss to the delicate skin just beneath your ear. You could feel the curve of his mouth - lips turned up in a smirk - when you giggled at the feeling of his hair tickling your neck. “You need to finish your essay.” There was no real admonishment, no desire for him to get back to work, and you both knew that.
Another hum of acknowledgment, this one followed by a sharp nip to the corner of your jaw, sounded as he nudged you back. He swept a hand to the side, easily knocking the books from your bed, as he settled above you. “I can finish that later,” he declared, grinning as he pulled away just enough to see you settled amongst the pillows. “What I need to do,” he began, eyes darkening as he gave you a once over, always eager to witness the dishevelment he’d caused, “is show my girlfriend how much I love her.”
The air in your room began to feel stifling - heavy with the scent of smoke, leather, and Eddie’s shampoo - but that mattered so little when Eddie hovered above you, eyeing you as if you were the only thing that mattered. The look in his eyes, so focused on you, was one you’d seen a thousand times before. It was the way he’d looked at you from the very beginning and suddenly, you could see it for what it truly was.
“You love me.” The declaration was breathless, whispered into the room and lost to the Metallica song crackling through your speakers, but he heard it clearly.
Instead of offering a reply, confirming what you both knew to be the truth once more, Eddie surged forward. His dark eyes glittered with a warmth that bled into your very bloodstream - the cool bite of his rings against your heated waist paled in comparison to the flames you felt lapping at your skin - and you nearly mourned the loss of eye contact as he pressed his lips to yours. He tasted of cigarette smoke and mint - gum he’d used to hide the taste you so often teased him for - and it was quickly becoming a combination you associated with home.
Eddie’s body enveloped yours, the weight of him a welcome comfort you swore you would never tire of. As the unwarranted anxiety began to fade, blistering arousal quickly took its place. The press of his lips to yours, the sting of his fingers digging into your skin, erased everything from your mind; in that moment, the only thing that existed was him.
Though you were used to frantic moments stolen in the dark - fingers fumbling in the dim light of his bedroom to unbuckle his belt, lips bumping earlobes or chins as you attempted to find one another in the dark of his van, jewelry tangling in clothes or hair as you tried to keep quiet in your bedroom - this was what you craved. There was an eagerness to his actions, a desire to provide you with a physical representation of the love he’d just expressed, and you had no desire to stop him.
As his lips moved with yours, tongue and teeth clashing in a kiss that lacked grace but overwhelmed you with passion, his hands drifted down your sides. Sure fingers slipped beneath the cotton of your t-shirt, bunching the fabric just beneath your breasts as calloused fingers raked across your skin.
“Eddie,” you whined, breathless as he pulled away from the kiss to nose at your jaw, “touch me. Please.”
The smirk curling his lips made your chest tighten and sent a rush of heat to your aching core as he shifted to study your face. “So needy,” he teased. “I’m trying to show my girlfriend just how much I love her and all she wants is to rush me.” He tutted, eyes narrowing playfully as he leaned in to ghost his lips over yours. “Patience is a virtue, sweetheart.”
Eddie reveled in the sight of you beneath him - always had, as evidenced by the Polaroids he’d taken of you in the moment, tucked away in a box in his room - and took a moment to study you. As his eyes roved your skin, you took the opportunity to return the favor.
His hair was mussed from your hands, lips swollen from the kisses he’d planted across your skin, and cheeks flushed a soft pink. The Metallica t-shirt he wore rode up, exposing the skin of his waist, and you could clearly see the evidence of his arousal tenting his ripped jeans. You were enamored with him, in awe of his beauty, and made no effort to hide the fact.
“You’re so pretty, Eds,” you whispered, music nearly drowning out your compliment as you lifted your hand to trace the line of his jaw. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, hidden as he swallowed harshly, and a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. “I’m so in love with you.”
A flash of something softer, more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him, crossed his face before it was quickly smothered by a teasing smirk. “Flattery will get you everywhere with me, sweetheart.” With a wink, he shifted to his knees and reached for the collar of his shirt.
The fabric of Eddie’s t-shirt fell to the ground with a soft thud, tossed into a pile to be forgotten until the early hours of the morning, before his hands fell back to your hips. As you studied the ink decorating his chest, soft fingers traced the width of your ribcage.
“You ever thought about getting a tattoo?” The answer was simple - not until you’d started dating him - but the words remained stuck in your throat as calloused fingers ghosted along the heated skin just beneath your breasts. Instead of responding, you shook your head and focused on keeping your breathing even as he glanced at you from beneath his lashes. “Hm. Maybe that’s a good thing,” he mused, eyes shining with mirth as he reached for the bunched hem of your t-shirt. “You’re already so fucking gorgeous, I don’t think I could handle you getting any hotter.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” you returned, breathless as you sat up to help in the removal of your shirt. As Eddie laughed, your lips curved into a mischievous smile when you reached out to trace the tattoo just below his collarbone. “I always thought you were cute but the tattoos definitelyhelped.”
His laughter echoed through the room, bounced off the walls in tandem with Joan Jett’s voice, and settled low in the pit of your stomach as his hands fell to the button on your shorts. “Everyone thinks I’m the bad influence,” he hummed, eyes narrowed as he scrutinized you, “but I think it’s you. Getting me in your bed, flattering me.” He tutted, the sound a playful taunt, and shook his head teasingly. “You’re downright ruining me, baby.” As he began to tug at the material, ready to guide it down your thighs, he smirked. “Maybe I should return the favor.”
The drag of his fingers over the delicate skin of your inner thighs was deliberate, teasing. He traced the spots his mouth so often attached to, pressed his fingers into the soft skin and watched - fascinated, dark eyes captivated as your lips parted in a soft whine - and inhaled sharply when his eyes dipped to discover the wet patch darkening your panties.
“Already so desperate for me,” he hummed, pleased at the sight of you beginning to unravel. “I’ve missed this,” he admitted, voice dipping lower as he trailed his fingers over the cotton hiding your aching cunt from his hungry eyes. “Missed you, sweetheart.” With a wicked grin, he slipped his hands beneath the band of your panties and tugged them down your thighs, tossed into the pile at the foot of your bed. “And I don’t even need to ask if you’ve missed me. You’ve been waiting for this since I walked in the door. Haven’t you?”
A soft gasp fell from your parted lips as Eddie’s fingers dipped between your spread thighs. He traced your slick folds, eagerly gathering the arousal pooled there, and waited patiently for your answer. “Yeah,” you admitted easily, voice pitching higher as he pressed his thumb to your aching clit. “Please, Eds. Missed you, missed this. Touch me, please.”
His lips curled into an amused smile as his fingers ghosted along your slit. “I am touching you.” He dragged his thumb across the sensitive bundle of nerves in a slow drag as his eyes flickered to yours. “Is this not enough?” When you shook your head, Eddie tilted his and dragged his tongue along his bottom lip to wet it.
“Words, princess,” he encouraged, fingers dipping to press into your entrance. The cool metal of his rings drew a sharp gasp they bumped your heated skin and Eddie smirked at the arch of your back when you shifted your hips to gain friction. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. Can’t leave my girlfriend hanging.”
The soft demand heated your skin, made your blood boil and the ball of fire settled in the pit of your stomach burn hotter, as you met his eyes. There was a sort of amusement there - he’d spent months encouraging you to ask for what you wanted, cooing over the way you averted your eyes or mumbled requests into the crook of his neck - as well as a burning desire to give in to your requests.
He would give you the world, all you needed to do was ask.
“I want…” His eyes fell to your mouth, watched intently as your tongue darted out to wet your lips, before they flickered up to meet yours. He nodded encouragingly, almost imperceptibly, and huffed a quiet laugh when you asserted, “I want your mouth, please.”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” With a wink, he surged forward to press a searing kiss to your mouth before shifting down on the bed.
Eddie was eager. When he slipped between your spread thighs, large hands gripping the supple flesh to hold you open for him, he surged forward with no hesitation. He nosed at the juncture of your thigh, pressed a blistering kiss to the top of your mound, before he licked into you with reckless abandon. There were no tentative flicks of his tongue, no bored swipes that indicated he was acting out of some kind of obligation; instead, he swiped the flat of his tongue through your folds and lapped at you like a man starved.
Large fingers, warm and calloused from years of playing guitar, pressed to your aching clit as dark eyes flickered up to meet yours. And even with his mouth otherwise occupied, Eddie couldn’t seem to find it in himself to remain quiet for more than a few moments.
Words failed him - his tongue was busy lapping at the slick dripping between your thighs - but when your fingers tangled in his hair, he groaned openly, desperately, and continued to make little sounds of pleasure as he pressed his face impossibly closer. There had always been a charming eagerness to his desire, a willingness to give his entire self in pursuit of your pleasure, and the realization that it was a manifestation of his love had your stomach tightening, flames of unfettered arousal licking at your sweat slick skin, as you tugged at his hair once more.
With no reason to hide the bliss Eddie made you feel, you allowed the soft noises he loved so dearly to echo through into the room. Cries of his name, whimpers and whines as his lips wrapped around the little bundle of nerves or his fingers pressed deeper and deeper, joined the thump of Black Sabbath’s bass - blended with the deep moans Eddie released with each tug of your fingers in his hair, the wet sounds of his mouth working at your aching cunt - and rang in your ears as your vision began to white at the edges.
“Come on,” he urged, voice rough as he glanced at you from between your thighs. “Come for me. Want to make you feel good, baby.”
The combination of his voice - sounding just as wrecked as you felt, despite the fact you had yet to touch him - and the insistent press of his fingers, the latch of his lips to your aching clit had you barreling over the edge with a sharp cry of his name. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugged at the deceptively soft locks, and arched forward in an effort to hold yourself together as fire consumed your body.
Eddie watched, dark eyes trained on your face as your back arched and chest heaved, with a look so ravenous it made your heart skip. He continued working you through the release, hands and mouth steady, and only slipped away when you used the grip on his hair to shove him away.
As he sat up, he dropped his hand to your thigh, slick fingers pressing into your heated skin as he tugged you close. He nudged your shoulder, encouraged you to lie back, and chased your mouth with his own as he did so. His lips pressed to yours in a heated kiss, stealing the air from your lungs as he slotted himself between your parted thighs, and you tugged at his hair once more.
“Please,” you begged, breathless words muffled against his mouth. “Fuck me, Eds. Wanna feel you. Wanna make you feel good, too.”
Eagerly, as his mouth moved against yours - a messy clash of lips and tongue and teeth - you dropped your hands to his belt and began to tug. The impatience you expected of him, the desire to press himself into you after weeks apart, made him shimmy his jeans just low enough to free his cock from the confines.
He swallowed each noise you made - soft sounds of pleasure, eager whimpers as he wrapped your leg around his waist, a sharp gasp as he notched the head of his cock at your entrance - and pressed his body as close to yours as he could. “I love you,” he huffed, words muffled against your skin as he dropped his head to press against your shoulder. “Fuck, I love you.”
With that declaration, he pressed forward and filled you with a careful thrust of his hips. Your moan filled the room, a broken sound that saw Eddie press his fingers into the flesh of your thighs with enough pressure to bruise, as he filled you for the first time in weeks. Your breath caught in your throat as you dropped your hands to his arms for an anchor point.
Eddie moaned, the sound desperate and low in his throat, as he mouthed at the pulse point beneath your ear. “Shit,” he laughed, breath blowing sticky and warm over your heated skin, “you feel so fucking good, sweetheart.” He gave an experimental shift of his hips, pressed as deep as your body would allow, and swore as you clenched around him. “Christ, you’re perfect. An angel,” he babbled, lips ghosting over your sweat slick skin. “So good for me. How’d I get so lucky?”
As desperate as you were to counter his statement - to remind him that you were both lucky, that you were two halves of a whole who’d managed to find one another - the words died on the tip of your tongue with the first snap of his hips. Eddie mouthed at your skin, nipped at the hinge of your jaw and the column of your throat, as he dropped a hand between your thighs to rub rough circles over your clit.
“Take me so well,” he praised, voice low in your ear as he rutted into you. The weight of his body atop yours, the feeling of his hands gripping you and his mouth on your skin, made your heart hammer in your chest.
“Feel so good, Eds,” you moaned, desperate as you tangled your fingers in his hair. He followed easily as you tugged his face to yours - deep brown wide and glassy, lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him. “Treat me so well, babe.”
Eddie keened at your praise, sound wrecked as his pace began to falter. He dipped his head, pressed his mouth to yours in a blistering kiss, and you knew that he was close. The rhythm he’d built, the sharp snap of his hips and the rough drag of his thumb, combined with the sound of his voice in your ear pressed you closer and closer to the edge and you swore you heard Eddie huff a noise of relief when you came around him.
“Where?”
There was no need for him to elaborate. Instead, you wrapped your leg tighter around his waist and used your grip on his hair to hold him close. “Inside,” you requested, voice a wavering moan as you barreled toward overstimulation. “Please!”
With a string of swears, Eddie’s hips stuttered. The praise he spewed was mumbled, an incoherent babble lost to the ringing in your ears, but you clearly heard the moan that escaped as he finally met his end. He snapped his hips a few final times - desperate to finish and press his release as deep as he could - before pulling away and collapsing at your side with a laugh of disbelief.
In the silence, as you both fought to catch your breath, Metallica’s For Whom the Bell Tolls nearly eclipsed the soft sound of Eddie’s laughter.
“What?” You turned your head, eyes heavy but curious as you traced the line of his jaw.
He looked beautiful, hair a mess and body flushed. The few splotches of red - lines from your nails, nips from your teeth - that decorated his chest would darken and he would lament having to cover them but in that moment, nothing seemed to matter outside the bubble of your room.
Eddie shook his head, curls a tangled mess as they lay across the pillow. He turned to look at you, eyes shimmering with an easy amusement that reminded you just why you fell in love with him in the first place. “When I imagined what your bedroom looked like, I never thought I’d end up in your bed. I never even thought I’d see it,” he teased, lips curling into a soft smirk as his eyes fell to your mouth. “But, fuck, I’m glad I did.”
“Yeah?” Eddie scoffed, as if to say ‘of course,’ and grinned when you reached out to tangle your fingers with his. “Me, too.” As he squeezed your hand, you thought for a moment before adding, “And I’m glad you’re my boyfriend, even if I didn’t realize it.”
Eddie’s soft laughter enveloped you, wrapped around your heart and squeezed in the best way possible. It was not mocking - if anyone understood the little tendril of anxiety, it would be Eddie - but reassuring. He squeezed your hand, eager to anchor you to the moment, and tugged you closer as you both allowed the music to wash over you. Little else needed to be said, especially after so much had already been revealed, but you knew that the rest of your break would be anything but boring.
There would be time later for you both to finish your assignments just as there would be time for you to spend with your boyfriend. And that thought made you smile as you curled into Eddie’s side and allowed sleep to overtake you.
Author’s Note: I’m going to title every one of my Eddie fics after an 80s song. Also the next Eddie fic is a) not going to take place in reader’s bedroom and b) not going to be with a golden girl. I’m gonna take one for the fellow metalhead girlies and write Eddie with a girl into the same music. Anyway. I’m down bad, besties. THIS MAN. Oof.
Eddie took a deep breath. “Alright. i’m going in.”
Dustin rolled his eyes. “Great.”
They climbed out of Eddie’s van. “Hey!” The Freshman exclaimed. “You should get her flowers!”
“Flowers? Henderson, we’re already at your house. It’s too late to get flowers!”
“Just pick some from my mom’s vase. She won’t notice!”
Eddie nodded. “Right. Okay.”
He rubbed his sweaty palms on his black jeans before he followed Dustin to the house. He stopped to pick a flower and then scurried through the open door held by an impatient Dustin.
“Y/N! Eddie’s here!” He exclaimed. He turned to Eddie and pointed at him. “No funny business.”
Eddie held up his hands in defense. “No funny business,” he replied.
“Shit!” Dustin cursed and jumped when Eddie slammed his hand beside him on the lunch table.
“So, Dustin. About our talk yesterday. What did your sister say?”
“You were serious about that?”
Dustin leaned back as Eddie hovered over him with narrowed eyes.
“Why would I joke about that?” He countered. “Can I level with you? Girls like your sister are rare especially in shithole towns like Hawkins. So, when I said put in a good word for me, I meant it.”
Jason Carver may be the most popular guy in Hawkins’ High, but that didn’t stop him from being a huge dick.
Y/N Henderson thought that he had gone unchecked for too long and needed to be knocked down a peg…or five. She grabbed a carton of milk and walked up to the table that held Jason and his popular friends.
Eddie cleared his throat and looked away. His cheeks flushed.
“You okay?” Y/N asked.
His grip tightened on the bathroom counter he leaned against. “A pretty girl is kneeling between my legs with my jeans around my ankles. I’m peachy.” He shrugged with an awkward grin.
A/N: Listen the fact that I can write a DnD romance is TOO GOOD TO PASS UP especially with this chaotic boy who has ruined me. <3
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It took Eddie an entire year before inviting you to join his campaign.
He had wanted to the moment he heard you giggling from the other side of the lunch table as he and the Hellfire club recounted their crazy adventures from the night before. How they got a sweet deal on some healing potions by convincing the shop employee to unionize.
Somehow, the tiniest laugh managed to break through the chaotic cackles coming from the boys, causing his eyes to shoot up until they found the source of the beautiful sound.
It wasn’t too much of a surprise to discover it was you.
The person that always managed to catch his eye in the hallway, who made his heart flutter when he watched you approach his table. Lunch quickly became his favorite time of day.
He met your gaze and you smiled, and Eddie knew he was done for.
That was the first moment he wanted to ask, but every time you even so much as looked in his direction, his stomach would turn to knots and his mind felt like it was under the control of a Beholder, and he no longer knew how to form words.
Still, he always made an effort to speak about their trials and victories loudly enough for you to hear, hoping that maybe you would be able to do the thing he wasn’t strong enough to and ask to play.
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.
: After a long deep conversation with your friend, she ends up recommending you to a drug dealer who attends her high school.
:3.8k+
:18+ only. drugs, usage of drugs, explicit language, kissing, heavily kissing, oral sex, unprotected sex, cum eating… smutty af.
/: oh my god. season 4 of stranger things is freaking amazing. but this character. when I saw him… I KNEW I had to write about him. I can’t even comprehend how he made me feel so… anyways… hope you like the story! also this is spoiler free!
‘’I hope I’m at the right place.’’ you say to yourself, as you drive down a dark driveway until you notice a cluster of trailers, dispersed across the area in front of you
You were talking to your friend a few nights ago, and the topic became pretty deep. You expressed how sometimes you just wanted to feel numb due to your preoccupied thoughts lately. That’s when she mentioned the drug dealer that attends her high school. She said that he has the best supplies for when you need to take a moment for yourself. Since you were from a different highschool you had no idea what he would look like let alone where he lived so you told her if she would get them for you. Of course she said no so you were left with a paper and scribbled on was the address followed by his name.
‘’Eddie Munson.’’ you say his name as you approach his trailer. You could see there was a light inside, meaning he was home and was expecting you as your friend told him you would be arriving sometime later this evening.
Parking the car outside, you grab your small pouch you had with the money inside. You weren’t sure how much he’d charge so you brought a fair amount just in case.
After locking the car, you walk up to his front door and knock, hoping you knocked on the right door.
