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IF THE STORYS OVER, WHY AM I STILL WRITING PAGES? (graphics)

rockstar!eddie munson x popstar!reader

-IF THE STORYS OVER, WHY AM I STILL WRITING PAGES

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#eddie munson x reader #if the story’s over why am i still writing pages fic

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What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh. Only in my mind? </3333333333

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gulity as sin ; eddie munson

synopsis: since eddie joined your friend group, you’ve fallen for him. but sometimes the feelings you’ve harboured for him make you feel guilty—but he’s just too dreamy, so how could anyone blame you?

warnings: sexual innuendos, mentions of weed & alcohol & partying, mentions of sexual thoughts, downbad!reader & eddie, love confession & makeout!!!!

note: i just had to get this out of my system but i’ll write my next ttpd fic based on the winning things on the polls don’t worry!!

“just so you know, you’re staring at eddie like you wanna fuck him” robin whispered in your ear as she came to your side with extra vcr tapes to stack near the back of the store.

“jesus! am i really?” you asked in a hushed whisper, face crowing warm with embarrassment. you couldn’t help it when eddie just looked so good as he leaned on the front counter talking to steve.

while you mentally face palmed yourself, robin gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “just a little bit”

peeking back over her shoulder at eddie to make sure he wasn’t looking at you (because you’re anxious & paranoid), you let out a breath of relief. “you think he noticed?”

she laughed “i hope not”

letting out a quiet gasp, you shoved robin’s shoulder “thanks for the vote of confidence, rob” you said sarcastically.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry!—but seriously…” she paused for moment to create dramatic effect. “when are you gonna fess up & tell him how you feel?”

the big question.

with a big sigh, you shook your head in retreat. “probably never. it’s just some stupid crush—& besides, we’re just friends. i don’t know if he’d like me like that, rob.” you said while getting back to work, trying to get the image of eddie’s ring clad hands out of your mind so you could focus.

“is that really how you feel? or is your fear of rejection speaking for you?”

narrowing your eyes at her, you rolled your eyes knowing she was kidding (but was she? were you really hiding behind a guise so you wouldn’t get hurt?).

“you know,” she paused to look at eddie. “if he doesn’t want to jump your bones, i’d be floored” she said cheekily, causing you to nudge her rib cage.

“he doesn’t” you stated, but in your mind you hated the thought of it.

“if that’s what’ll help you sleep at night” she chided before moving onto a different shelf, the open space letting your eyes drift back to eddie, only to find that he was looking right at you.

“you coming to the party by reefer rick’s place on the weekend? i convinced stevie boy here to tag along—“

“—& to be the DD. i don’t know how i got roped into this” steve cut eddie off with an exasperated expression.

with the spotlight (eddie’s eyes) on you, you couldn’t help but feel stuck in place & your mind was running a million miles a minute.

clearing your throat, you nodded. “yeah sure! i should be able to if keith doesn’t make me come in last minute”

the last sentence caused eddie to roll his eyes.

“who cares about what keith says—you’re coming & you’re gonna have fun! you’re deserving of blowing off some steam, right?” eddie said convincingly.

“he’s right! fuck keith & his stupid last minute shift calls“ robin agreed with steve soon following suit.

jokingly with your hands up in surrender, you finally agreed. “maybe you guys are right…”

“of course we are, babe!”

the pet name eddie called you made your stomach flip in six directions, your face growing warm until steve beat you to speak.

“when the hell did ‘babe’ get into your vocabulary, munson?” he asked eddie with a quizzical eye.

“oh calm your tits harrington—“

“hey man, i don’t have tits & i am calm so shut—“

“hey!” you yelled, shutting them both up. “no bickering on my watch, idiots” you pointed to them both, causing eddie to place his right hand in his heart in apology.

“what do you expect,” robin chimed in. “they’re five year olds”

you both laughed a bit at her comment while the guys just rolled their eyes.

“well, i’m gonna head out & prep for my next campaign. butttt, i’ll see you geeks saturday?” he asked while twirling his van keys around his index finger.

before steve could try to rebuttle against eddie about him calling you all “geeks”, you beat him to it.

“yes—we’ll be there! bye eds” you waved sweetly, your hand flattering when eddie shot you a wink before heading out the door.

as the glass door chimed & shut after his departure, you immediately turned to robin.

“he winked at me!” you mouthed to her with excitement.

“are you guys secretly talking without including me, again?”

turning to steve, you gave him an apologetic look. “she was just fawning over how eddie winked at her” robin said with a nonchalant smile, causing you to gasp.

“robin—“

“why do you care if he—wait… ohhh… that makes sense” he lit up like a light bulb, going back to checking through the return log on the computer.

you stood there stumped at his reaction.

“is me liking eddie predictable?” you asked aloud, causing steve & robin to share a glance.

“yes” they said collectively, leaving you to sigh & turn back to the shelf to finish stacking the pile of tapes.

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it was now saturday, & you were on speaker phone with robin as you were getting ready for the party.

you had decided to wear a short flowy black skirt, fishnet tights, your favourite black boots, & a dark green babytee with your favourite band on it. it was simple, but cute (& you secretly hoped eddie would think the tights were a nice touch).

“do you think you’ll tell eddie how you feel once you get some liquid courage in you?” she asked genuinely.

with a thoughtful sigh, you stopped applying blush to your right cheek. “gosh, rob—i don’t know. i don’t think it’s a good idea”.

you could tell she was shaking her head from the other side of the phone.

“remember when i was too afraid to tell vicky i liked her?”

you knew what she was gonna say. “yes, i do”

“so, you remember how you told me i should just ‘go for it! do it before it’s too late—what’s the worst that could happen?’, right?”

you slumped in your desk chair, fidgeting with your makeup brush. “yes…”

“sooo, you gotta practice what you preach—tell him before you regret it!” she encouraged, but still, you were horrified to.

“what if—“

she shushed you. “no what ifs. don’t do that to yourself—just be honest when the right moment comes along”

staying silent for a moment, you thought it over in your head before coming to a conclusion.

“maybe you are right, robin”

“i’m always right—regardless of what steve says” her words made you laugh, relieving you of a little stress.

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it was now nine-thirty on the dot & you could hear steve’s beamer honking from your driveway, signalling that it’s time to go. as soon as you stepped onto your driveway, you were met with hollers & whistles from your friends in the car—including eddie.

as soon as you saw him with his head out the window, whistling & vocally saying “shit y/n, looking good!”, you could’ve sworn you were going to collapse then & there.

shushing them before their hyper annoyed your neighbours, you (coincidentally) got into the backseat with eddie.

“you have everything?” steve asked before reversing the car.

“yes, dad” you joked before a silver flask was shoved into your lap.

“got you your favourite” eddie told you with a smile, causing you to audibly “awe” & thank him before taking a swing from it.

despite steve having a fancy car, the backseat was surprisingly small, so you knew it was going to be a long night with how your thigh is already pressed into eddie’s & his fingers were tapping his jean clad thigh dangerously close to your exposed one.

you caught him every now & then staring at your tights too, which didn’t help the fantasies brewing in your mind of him taking them off you.

“you excited?” you asked him while steve & robin were caught in their own conversation.

swiping his tongue across his teeth, he looked at you with a gaze that made your stomach tighten. “as long as you stick close by, then yeah i’m excited” he nudged you gently, allowing you a moment to process what he just fucking said.

tucking your hair behind your ears (a sign that you were nervous & liked him & were going insane), you let the conversation drift into comfortable silence as steve turned the radio up.

thank god for that.

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the party eddie brought you guys to was packed at some random house on lover’s lake.

& it reeked of pot & beer, which was normal & expected.

with the flask eddie gave you in your right hand & eddie’s hand in your other (because the front lawn was packed & he didn’t want to lose you), your group maneuvered your way inside to disco party lights, sweaty bodies, more pot & more beer.

your grip on eddie’s hand was taut as you continued sliding past more & more people while muttering “excuse me, sorry!” over & over until you guys arrived on the dance floor.

“do you want anything?” eddie leaned down & whispered into your ear so you could hear over the music.

you took a second to answer because of how warm his breath felt against your skin. “no i’m okay, i got this remember?” you said with a smile, holding up the flask he gave you.

returning you a smile, eddie let go of your hand because robin was pulling you to dance a little.

“be back in five!” eddie mouthed to you, holding up five fingers & looking at you until you waved in acknowledgment.

“okay there’s no way he doesn’t want you” robin yelled into your ear as the song changed & people roared happily.

laughing & shaking your head, you disagreed.

“cmon! let’s just dance, yeah? destress!” steve yelled to you both before bopping his head to the music, causing you & robin to look at each other before laughing & join in.

the more songs played & the more you swing back eddie’s flask, you could feel yourself letting loose a little—possibly even making you feel courageous.

so much so that when eddie returned with a red solo cup with some sort of drink, you slung your arm around his middle for a quick hug.

“missed me?” he yelled in your ear.

“just maybe” you replied, feeling his right hand rub your arm up & down before fetching a joint from his pocket.

“missed me more now?” he asked again, laughing when you nodded your head, eyes glassy from the smoke in the room that was building.

“outside?” he yelled again, & you were the only one that agreed.

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departing from steve & robin to go smoke, eddie grabbed your hand once again & kept you close as you both made your way to the back porch that outlooked onto the water.

the backyard was still filled with people, especially jocks who were doing dumb keg games, but you didn’t mind. with your back against the siding of the house & eddie in front of you, caging you in, all you saw was him.

& god he looked hot. his hair was a bit frizzy, but his leather jacket managed to showcase his muscular arms & his slightly cropped band tee allowed you to see the happy trail on his abdomen.

it took everything in your power not to fold then & there.

“you want the first hit?” eddie asked as passed you his drink & pulled his lighter out of his pocket.

with a simple nod, you placed the joint between your lipstick covered lips & leaned forward for eddie to light the end of it for you. the action felt extremely intimate & already hand your skin tingling.

with the joint slotted between your fingers, you took a few hits & relished in the buzzed feeling it already gave you. & knowing eddie & is interest in pot, you knew whatever was wrapped within the joint was the good shit.

while you were taking your hits, eddie was reminding himself to not get hard at the thought of your lipstick rubbing off onto the joint or how you looked pretty with smoke exhaling from your mouth—he could feel his pants start to feel the tiniest bit tight at his view of you.

when you handed the joint to him, eddie stood beside you on the wall & took his time (possibly so you could look at him a little longer?).

& you didn’t care because he just looked too perfect with his head tilted up, the veins in his neck showing in the porch light, the joint rested between his ring clad fingers—you could already imagine yourself getting off to this image of him later—but you reminded yourself to stay cool.

everything was fine! you guys were just friends!

“you feeling okay?” eddie asked, turning to you who was already giving him soft doe eyes.

“better than okay” you smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder because you felt too warm under his gaze.

“wanna get off inside?” you heard him ask, causing you to cough & blink for a moment.

“shit—what did you say?” you looked at him, feeling his hand begin to interlock with yours again.

“i asked if you wanna go back inside—you sure you’re good?”

oh god, now you were hearing things.

“y-yeah, good idea” you mumbled as you followed his lead, holding on tight to avoid getting broken apart through the sea of teenagers & college students.

you only broke apart when robin pulled you in for a hug, hearing her say “it felt like you were gone for ages!”

for the rest do the night, you told yourself to he lost in the music rather than thoughts of eddie munson doing nasty things to you, which was going pretty successful until you felt his breath on your neck again.

“wanna dance?”

& how on earth could you say no?!?!

you let him pull you into his arms, his hands firm on your waist while yours were loose around his neck.

with the pot & other alcohol mixing in your system, you felt on top of the world. especially with eddie’s eyes on you. he’d twirl you around in circles & give you room to dance your heart out with him in your grasp & steve & robin would give each other knowing glances about whatever was brewing between you too.

you felt hot, sticky, & tingly all over your skin (not just because eddie was touching you) so you pulled his head down a bit to yell in his ear. “i’m gonna find a washroom!” & he was leading you around the house to find one without a question.

once you both found one of the third floor of this outrageous house, you pulled eddie in with you & turned on the light, thankful there was a dim setting.

“jesus, that was bright!” eddie shielded his eyes, causing you to laugh as you hopped up onto the counter.

exhaling a sigh of relief, you let your head lean back & rest against the mirror while eddie leaned against the closed door.

“do you need me to like, turn around or something…?” he asked, wondering what you were going to do.

“no—i just wanted to go somewhere quieter. less sweaty bodies”

he nodded understandingly before shamefully looking you up & down, telling himself to not get hard at the sight of you so pretty. you were already falling down a rabbit hole of all the things you want to do with him right now, each more dirty than the next—it would be just so easy for him to take off your skirt & unbuckle his pants—wouldn’t it?

but the guilt started to seep in & make you hide your face to groan in annoyance because why on earth were you spiralling like this?

“is something wrong?” he walked to you, holding your wrists & pulling them away to uncover you.

“just going insane is all” you replied, causing you both to laugh until he reached up to wipe off some of your smudged eyeliner from your under eye. he just needed to touch you somehow.

“guess what an old friend told me while i was getting a drink earlier”

you tilted your head in wonder, staring directly at eddie’s lips as he spoke.

“he saw us walk inside & told me that we looked like some couple from a movie—don’t remember which one though…” he ended with a murmur, too focussed on swiping his thumb on your cheek until you spoke up.

“is that a bad thing?” you asked, suddenly feeling small in this washroom with his hand directly on your skin.

eddie was closing in on you now, & you didn’t want it to stop.

you instantly felt sober now. especially with how each swipe on your skin felt like he was making you his—which was definitely an exaggeration but how could you need feel that way when he was holding you so delicately?

shaking his head ‘no’, eddie’s brows furrowed. “of course not—it’s not a bad thing. i-i just thought it was, i dunno, cute—“

“cute?” you questioned softer than him, a smile in the beginning stages of forming on your face.

was this your moment that robin was talking about? you sure hoped so.

“i-i think that’s the right word” he stumbled over his words, feeling your right hand brush some hair out of his face.

“i think so too”

& then there was comfortable silence.

you weren’t sure how to move forward from here. do you tell him all your feelings for him that you’ve keep hidden in a vault at the back of your mind? do you tell him that you’ve been fantasizing about him for weeks? that he’s the only one that makes you feel so many things?

you wish this part was easier.

“would it be, i dunno, uncalled for if i told you that you’ve been driving me crazy?” eddie asked, immediately unlocking said vault inside you.

“are you serious?” you asked, completely sober now as you pulled his hand away from your face & fixed your posture, eyes locked on his for the answer.

“as serious as the dead” his breath hitched, unsure if he made things worse or misread whatever signs you sent, but before he could apologize your hands were already on his face to pull his lips to yours.

it was a messy, top lip & hungry kiss that you’ve been dying to experience since you first laid eyes on him. & god did it felt right, with his tongue meshing with yours & his hands gripping your fishnet covered thighs as he pulled you closer to his body with aching need.

it was the kind of kiss that tried to convey just how you felt about him, the wanting & lusting from afar, the longing glances & lip bites when he made you feel a certain type of way.

it was catastrophic & heavy but sweet with laboured breaths of beer & smudged lipstick.

“holy shit” eddie breathed out against your lips, chasing him for another kiss because it was just that good but you were smiling & clashing your teeth against his & giggling from how silly it all felt.

“that is why i’ve been going insane” you panted against him, hands falling to grip the cotton of his shirt.

“i’m crazy about you eddie. & it’s not the drugs talking, i promise” you swore, scouts honour.

with his forehead pressing against yours & laugh escaping his lips that had little bits of your lipstick, he squeezed your thighs. “i would hope not, ‘cause i’m really crazy about you too”

you closed your eyes now, relishing in the weight lifting off your shoulders & how his touch felt electric. “eddie” you exhaled.

“yeah, sweetheart?” his fingers were pressing different patterns on your thighs to the point where you asked in yourself if he was writing ‘mine’ across the fishnet material.

“can we do this again tomorrow?” you asked, already longing for this feeling to last.

“i don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon, so yeah, i think we can make it happen” eddie smirked, kissing you quick before pulling back to see your swollen lips.

“wanna go back to the party & surprise the geeks?”

“i’d love to”

& with eddie whisking you from the counter, hand on your hip as he lead you back downstairs, you both immediately saw steve & robin jumping up & down happily when they witnessed you two looking like love sick idiots who finally fessed up.

young love, am i right?

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ITS HERE

concept of the day

lowkey wanna make this a fic

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eddie and reader were high school sweethearts, attached at the hip and grossly in love.

when they are 19, corroded coffin gets noticed and eddie leaves reader for a life of partying, drugs and girls.

to cope with the heartbreak reader starts songwriting and becomes like a taylor swift level famous singer (readers songs will most likely be taylor songs)

so we have reader who’s a pop princess and eddie who’s essentially a tommy lee. they eventually run into each other at some event and both their pr managers can sense the tension and chemistry.

their managers arrange them to pr date for their careers despite eddie being a now known playboy and reader hating eddies guts.

through the fake dating, old feelings arise and eddie may realize what he could have had.

exes to lovers, enemies to lovers, fake dating, forced proximity the whole shebang.

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IF THE STORYS OVER, WHY AM I STILL WRITING PAGES?(coming soon)

based off of this blurb

rockstar!eddie munson x popstar!reader

summary: after you and your highschool sweetheart break up, he becomes the prince of metal. you begin songwriting and find yourself the princess of pop. after years of no contact, you run into each other at the grammys and fate has a funny way of bringing people together

exes to enemies to fake dating to lovers

warnings: angst. asshole!eddie but he redeems himself. smut. reader is mean but she’s just hurt.

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[0] DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS (prologue)

[1] MAD WOMAN

[2] HAPPINESS

[3] THE LAST TIME

[4] HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

[5] BEGIN AGAIN

!playlist

!graphics

…coming soon

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female character #stranger things #eddie munson x female reader #itsowaiswp

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this fic is coming.

concept of the day

lowkey wanna make this a fic

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eddie and reader were high school sweethearts, attached at the hip and grossly in love.

when they are 19, corroded coffin gets noticed and eddie leaves reader for a life of partying, drugs and girls.

to cope with the heartbreak reader starts songwriting and becomes like a taylor swift level famous singer (readers songs will most likely be taylor songs)

so we have reader who’s a pop princess and eddie who’s essentially a tommy lee. they eventually run into each other at some event and both their pr managers can sense the tension and chemistry.

their managers arrange them to pr date for their careers despite eddie being a now known playboy and reader hating eddies guts.

through the fake dating, old feelings arise and eddie may realize what he could have had.

exes to lovers, enemies to lovers, fake dating, forced proximity the whole shebang.

#who wants it #i’m evil

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WOWWWW THIS IS AMAZING

twitter | instagram | tiktok | prints

Eddie Munson for Heavy Metal! ♥️

Basically the logo from metal hammer but I wasn’t really about to make my own magazine this time - so this is fine! I absolutely struggled with this piece. I really did. But I do like how it turned out. Wanted to jump on the magazine cover train for a while now.

#i’m horny now

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send some blurb requests about eddie and or steve. i wanna write some concepts

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #ken rambles #steve harrington #eddie munson x female character #stranger things #steve harrington x y/n fluff

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concept of the day

lowkey wanna make this a fic

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eddie and reader were high school sweethearts, attached at the hip and grossly in love.

when they are 19, corroded coffin gets noticed and eddie leaves reader for a life of partying, drugs and girls.

to cope with the heartbreak reader starts songwriting and becomes like a taylor swift level famous singer (readers songs will most likely be taylor songs)

so we have reader who’s a pop princess and eddie who’s essentially a tommy lee. they eventually run into each other at some event and both their pr managers can sense the tension and chemistry.

their managers arrange them to pr date for their careers despite eddie being a now known playboy and reader hating eddies guts.

through the fake dating, old feelings arise and eddie may realize what he could have had.

exes to lovers, enemies to lovers, fake dating, forced proximity the whole shebang.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #rockstar!eddie munson #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x original character #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x female reader #WHO WANTS IT

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OMGGGG pt 3 needs to be inspired by my kink is karma and harmony and reader NEED to get together

CASUAL part 2

see part one here.

modern!incel!asshole! eddie x fem!reader

It’s 7 in the morning. Eddie is seen doom-pacing in the halls of Hawkins High.

a/n: i promised y’all part 2 so here ya go. let’s make him pay. 💋 also shout out to @love-anonymous-writer for bringing this universe to life. a little angst here and there is good for the soul <3

who got the last laugh?

[WC: 1.1k words]

“Please respond…please respond…please respond…”

The soles of Eddie’s shoes slam against the tiles of Hawkins High as he rushes to your locker. Meanwhile his entire soul has left his body.

You didn’t answer any of his phone calls. All the texts he sent you were left on read. Having been so accustomed to your instant replies, Eddie essentially catapulted himself into a full-blown panic last night when he saw the ominous text you sent him...and the nothingness from you that followed soon after.

The crickets of Forrest Hills that taunted his eardrums later that night served as a vengeful metaphor of the brick wall you built between you and him. The girl who once gave him everything has now started giving him nothing. You’re nowhere, but everywhere. It’s like you’ve become a ghost.

When he sees you, color drains from Eddie’s guilty face. You look so beautiful today, hair curled down to the small of your back, a nice simple dress and some slippers, with makeup ever so gracefully applied. A class act, even when plagued with the utmost disrespect.

“Hi," he says to you as he approaches.

“Hi.”

As far as Munson knows, he no longer exists to you. He's a shadow now, a carapace of a boy you used to love 'cuz now — after hearing what you heard in his trailer — you know he's not the same boy that made you feel all the butterflies. That boy is long gone. You even start to wonder if that version of Eddie even existed.

“C-can we talk, please?” he requests.

“What’s to talk about?” you challenge him, stoically. “Don’t wanna annoy you with my rambling.”

“You never annoy me…” he attempts as you mindlessly comb through your locker for your homeroom notebook.

“Mm.”

You were casual about it. Too casual about it.

“You… uh…” he clears his throat. “You made me cookies yesterday?”

“Yeah,” you shrug. “I was at your door for quite a while so you must’ve been busy. Cookies were taken care of though.”

“I see…” Eddie mutters as the pieces all start coming together.

He thinks about how he always leaves his windows cracked open. His uncle would whoop his ass if he hot-boxed the trailer again, so it became a habit. But the trailer park is small, and on certain afternoon, if someone from a nearby unit had dropped a pin, Eddie would hear it. Suddenly, fear arises in him.

Surely, you didn't hear everything he and The Boys™️ said. He had his headphones on and he couldn't have possibly been that loud, could he? Unless technology failed him again.

The warning bell sounds throughout the halls and you excuse yourself from the narrative. Eddie tags after you like a lost puppy, nearly tripping on his shoelaces along the way.

"W-wait!"

The first class of the morning is homeroom. A class you unfortunately shared with Eddie, Grant, and Harmony.

You didn't want to see any of their faces. Eddie's face would serve as a reminder of how fake and construed the fucker is. Grant's would remind you of how insignificant you were to the guys (despite how welcomed they made you feel at the start). And Harmony. Harmony's beautiful face — with a body far too developed for a girl in her grade to match — would only remind you of the fact that the girl didn't inherently do anything to you... other than be beautiful and get caught in the crossfire of horny, greasy teenage boys.

It’s a fucking mess.

You swallow hard and keep your chin up regardless. Because what other choice do you have? You either feign your confidence or let irrelevant boys crush it.

You continue strutting over to your seat as Eddie trails behind at a measurable distance. Along the way, you inevitably run into the Junior Queen of Hawkins High herself, Harmony Heathers.

Harmony issues you a sweet smile. You smile back at her in return. And you didn't even need to turn your back to know that Eddie most likely did a double-take when sliding past her.

The late bell rings, indicating the start of class.

“Okay,” your homeroom teacher Mrs. Helleck exhales as she clasps her hands together. “Good morning everybody. For Red Ribbon Week this week, we’re gonna be doing a group project. Worth 20-percent of your grade.”

The class erupts in agonistic groans while Mrs. Helleck attempts to calm them down. You feel Eddie’s gaze burn into you, indicative to the fact that he was looking forward to using you again like he always seems to do. This time around it would be for a grade instead of a two-pump fuck. But you had something else in mind.

“You will be doing a presentation,” Helleck continues. “With a partner of your choice. Your job is to create a slogan along with a list of reasons why you should stay away from drugs.”

“Drugs Instead of Hugs,” Grant mutters to Eddie.

The general vicinity collectively praises his lukewarm wannabe 4-Chan edged joke.

You roll your eyes while your poor homeroom teacher tries to proceed with her instructions, despite the immature snickers.

“You will be presenting with your partner on Friday. Do not wait until last minute to do this assignment please. Deadlines catch up to you fast.”

Mrs. Helleck makes her way over to you.

Like Dungeons and Dragons, everyone in the class is assigned a “classroom role”. You’re the leader of the pack, the ‘foreman’, to which you never understood because up until today you never had the confidence to call the shots. The alphabet has never been on your side anyways.

“Now dear,” your teacher smiles down at you. “Since your last name starts with an A, you get first choice. Who would you like to work with?”

Eddie’s gaze is extra fixated on you now. It gives you a greater deal of satisfaction than tossing those cookies ever did. It was you who had the reigns now, instead of those woman-patronizing incels.

You start to smile connivingly, to which the guys start to gulp over. You can tell they’re putting two and two together, their two brain cells collectively working over time to discover that you had a delicious upper-cut up your sleeve.

It’s the very least they can do. If they wanted to taint your name to smithereens in your absence, you’re sure as hell going to give them something else to lose their minds about in Math 3.

And when all eyes are fixated on you, you tilt your chin up to project your voice. You want to make sure everyone, especially Grant and Eddie, hear you loud and clear when you sinisterly announce,

“I pick Harmony.”

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[fearlessreid]

surprise, surprise |eddie munson x reader|

prompt: eddie forgets your birthday. or maybe he doesn't.

my birthday is in a few days and i wanted to write a little birthday ficlet blurb :) no aus, just eddie.

contains: angst/fluff. birthday doom. kinda asshole eddie?? kinda asshole friends?? really fluffy sweet ending. language.

“So,” Heather leaned over, chin propped in her hands dramatically slumped over the counter. “What’re you doing this weekend?” 

“Nothing,” You hummed, fingers flicking through the crinkled bills. “Why? You know something fun going on?” 

“It’s your birthday.” Heather gawked playfully. “You’re not doing anything for your birthday?” 

You rolled your eyes lightly, pushing the cash drawer closed. “No.” You shook your head, voice tight. 

“Eddie isn’t taking you out?” Heather’s brows furrowed. “Or you’re not going home? Going out? Are you getting a cake?” 

Your heart sank, a familiar burn rising in your chest. You didn’t speak about your birthday much, not much of an occasion for celebration to you, more of one that was dreadful. Another year closer to death, you’d grumble cynically. Still, when Eddie hadn’t even acknowledged it, when your friends had all blown you off for other plans, a new kind of ache formed in your chest. The sting of being forgotten, of being unimportant and discarded- on your birthday. 

It left a bitter taste on your tongue, sardonic and painful when you spoke about your impending birthdate. “No,” You shook your head, chin ducked to your chest. You had never wanted a customer to come in so badly, save you from this painful conversation with your co-worker. “They’re all busy.” 

“Oh.” Heather quipped, face falling at your tone. 

“I mean, it’s my fault.” You added quickly- defensively. Why you were so defensive over the people who had discarded you so easily, you weren’t sure. “I should have planned something earlier, but… I dunno, I got busy and life got super hectic and it just slipped past me-” 

“-No,” Heather shook her head, curls unmoving with the abundance of Aquanet she used, still. “That’s really shitty of them, all of them. It’s your birthday.” 

You stayed silent, wiping the counter half heartedly, swallowing back the familiar burn in your throat that choked you. “I mean, if it was my girlfriend or my friend, I would be buggin’ about their birthday.” Heather shrugged. 

“Yeah, me too.” You muttered. Bouts of memories pouring back into your mind. How you’d planned a party for Eddie, baked him some stupid cake from scratch that was in the Lord of the Rings. You’d gone to countless second hand stores trying to find the ancient recipe, and it took you a day to perfect. Now, he couldn’t even be bothered to take you out? Get you a cheap store bought cake? 

“I’m sorry.” Heather muttered, a solemn, nearly guilty pout on her lips. “Well, you’re off tomorrow, right?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I get off at three. What if we go out? We can go to the bar- oh, there’s this new band playing in Franklin. Tommy could drive us.” Heather, ever the bubbly optimist, grinned, eyes shining with pride. It was endearing, made your heart squeeze with an ache you weren’t quite sure how to describe. 

“I’ll even get you a cupcake. A good one, from Nadia’s.” Heather added. 

“You don’t have to do that.” You shook your head lightly. You and Heather were work friends, hung out on the rare occasion after work to bitch about work, about the other coworkers, the pain-in-the-ass customers of the day over glasses of Pinot. Selfishly, it felt nice to have someone excited for your birthday. 

You hated that you wished it was Eddie, your own friends. 

“What’s your flavor, hm? Chocolate?” Heather pressed, brushing you off cheerily. 

“Don’t get me a cupcake. I’ll throw it up if we’re drinking. All the icing and liquor.” You snarled your nose playfully. 

“Fine. I’m buying you a drink then.” Heather nodded. She paused, nails drumming on the counter too. “And, I mean, if you want Eddie to come too, of course he’s invited.” Her eyes cut to yours carefully. “I didn’t know if you wanted him to come.” 

“I mean, I don’t know if he’d even be able to.” Your lips pursed, a cutting edge of annoyance in your tone. “He’s so busy.” 

Heather cringed, shooting you an apologetic look. “Yeah, that… I’m sorry, that sucks.” She mumbled. 

A stiff silence fell between the two of you over the whirr of the air conditioning blowing through the vents. “Since it’s so dead, why don’t you go early?” Heather suggested. “I can cover closing.” 

“Heather, Mel will be pissed-” 

“-Mel will be pissed if she has to pay both of us for standing around.” Heather gave you a pointed look. “And you came in before me. I got it.” 

“Are you sure?” You hesitated. “I don’t care to stay in case there’s a rush-” 

“-At seven?” Heather scoffed slightly. “Go. I’ve got it.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled softly. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

“Yeah. I’ll call you when I’m on my way, ‘kay?” Heather chirped. 

“See you then.” You waved, cringing at the sing-songy Happy birthday! Heather shouted at you. 

You pulled open your cubby, gathering your purse, your umbrella. You wrote your time on the clipboard, the phone taunting you on the hook next to it. Any other day, you’d call Eddie- call home or the shop, wherever he was, just to let him know you’d be home early. He’d always reply with a silly comment that had your cheeks rushing with heat, warmth swelling in your chest. 

Tonight, you decided against it. He was too busy, anyway. Too busy at the shop, with his friends, at band practice. You tried not to dwell on it, let your mind spiral and spin down a damning dark hole of what ifs. It consumed you anyways, on your drive home, the radio playing on a static filled station that you didn’t bother to change. Background noise drowned out by your own hammering heart. 

Eddie’s van was parked in the gravel of his driveway, leaving just enough space for you to slide in under the covering attached to the trailer. He always let you have that spot, closer to the door, protected from the elements- so considerate. 

It was hard to fathom that it was the same boy who had forgotten your birthday, brushed it off like it was just another day. 

Your throat tightened around the ever growing lump, hands tight from the white knuckled grip you had on the wheel when you turned the keys out of the ignition. The stairs squeaked under your weight, the screen door hissing with the familiar soft screech when you pulled it open. 

“No- Henderson, what the fuck is the matter with you?” Eddie huffed, his voice trailing in from the living room. 

You paused, hand catching the door as it fell, quieting it as it latched. The air was thick, warm with a sticky, sweet smell. Music playing in a low hum from Eddie’s beloved boom box he kept in the living room. 

“You said to hang it!” Dustin’s shrill tone cut through the air. 

“Yeah, hang it high- Jesus Christ, I shoulda just waited until Robin got off.” Eddie was hidden by the wall, but you could practically see him pinching his nose, hand running over his curly bangs. “Can you- Can you go see if we can ice the cake yet?” 

“Yeah, what do I do?” Dustin questioned, a silence falling between the two of them. Your lips curled, swallowing a giggle. “What? I’m not a master chef or something. You act like I should know this. There wasn’t a cake making class-” 

“-There was, you moron. Home Ec, which clearly, you failed.” Eddie huffed in annoyance. You froze at his heavy footsteps, voice carrying closer and closer.“Whatever, can you- just make it look nice in here? Put the rest of the streamers up and- shit!” Eddie flinched, jumping at the sight of you in the doorway. Wide eyed and still, like you’d been caught. 

“Baby,” Eddie’s breath startled. “Hey, uh, what are you- you said you didn’t get- you’re home already?” His voice lifted, carried high in a squeak of surprise. 

“Yeah, I got off early. I thought you were working late.” Your brows furrowed at the tear of plastic, leaning to look around the corner. “What are you doing-” 

“-Don’t look in there.” Eddie snapped, his hand falling on the doorframe, arm blocking your vision. You jumped, glaring at him with annoyance. “I thought you closed tonight?” 

“I thought you closed tonight.” You huffed, arms crossing over your chest. “Clearly that’s not true. What is this? Another campaign night?” You rolled your eyes, body burning with irritation, jaw wound tight with it. 

“What? N-No, I-I thought you wouldn’t be home until later, and I’d have more time-” Eddie rambled, side stepping to block your view behind him. 

“-Ed, I don’t care if that’s what it is.” Your shoulders deflated, a wave of painful exhaustion, disappointment falling over you. “I just wish you would’ve let me know before you invite all these people over to play your game, so I could-” A shimmering glimmer of multicolored sequins caught your eyes, shining in the yellowed light of the kitchen, iridescent hued droplets cast over the cabinets. There, draped over the chair in bright, glittering letters, a small sash that read Happy Birthday! in obnoxiously big letters. 

You paused, eyes scanning towards the cake, cooling on the rack next to the mixing bowl of icing, the icing spatula still in it. Paper mache streamers taped to the ceiling, hung in swooping bouts mixed with the shiny streamers and balloons all the way to the living room. Eddie had brought out the folding table from the crawl space, even put a plastic tablecloth from the store over it to hide the yellowing stains that would never fade. 

Dustin’s eyes met yours, wide and darting between you and Eddie, still holding the roll of streamers he’d yet to hang. “Uh, Happy Birthday?” Dustin shrugged. 

Eddie huffed, shaking his head at him. “Fuck, I-I’m sorry, it was supposed to be a surprise.” Eddie’s foot bounced with anxious adrenaline. “I thought you didn’t get off until eight, and-and I had it all planned, sweetheart, I really did. Steve’s getting the pizza, and everyone’s coming over at seven thirty-ish, and I- I was even going to have them park at Wayne’s in the back so you wouldn’t see.” 

Your chest felt deflated, void of any air, words, anything. Eddie chewed on his lip, hands twitching next to his jeans. “It was going to be this whole thing, fuck!” He huffed. “It was going to be a whole big thing, and…” 

Eddie’s heart leapt when your eyes finally met his. His fingers still drummed against the rough material of his jeans, veins filled with icy excitement, fear, anticipation? He wasn’t sure. 

“I’m sorry.” Eddie whispered, stepping to hover over you, voice dropping to a soft coo, hands sliding over your cheeks. “I’m- I wanted it to be a surprise.” 

You swallowed thickly. Eddie’s touch was soft, but it left you with a tingling burn when his thumb delicately traced your cheek bone. “You- This is for me?” You squeaked. 

Eddie’s lips curled in a half smile, brows creasing. “Well, yeah.” He said playfully. “Who else would it be for?” 

Your brain was deafeningly silent, stunned at every new detail you’d discover. “You said you were busy.” Was all you could muster out, blinking up at Eddie. “You said you had to work late.” 

“I might have fibbed a little.” Eddie tilted his head sillily. “Told a little lie so I could get this set up.” He nodded towards the living room, a balloon floating near the doorway. 

“I just really wanted to surprise you.” Eddie’s shoulders fell. “I was trying to outdo you. Tryna out do what you did for mine. I called all your friends- even Alexandra,” You rolled your eyes at the mention, she was Eddie’s least favorite friend of yours. 

“And I… I just wanted to surprise you.” Eddie blinked down at you. “Just wanted your day to be special.” 

Your day, the phrase wrapped around you, swirled through your veins like a warm hug, squeezing your heart. 

“I’m sorry, it… I didn’t think about work.” Eddie shook his head, running a hand over his forehead. “I didn’t even think about it, and I-” 

“-Eddie,” Your voice caught in your throat. 

Eddie tensed, cringing with expectant dread. He’d ruined it, blew it, the tears were coming and they were deserved. You’d done so well on his, surprised the hell out of him with the cake, decorated for his birthday campaign with lanterns and candles you’d thrifted. Gone all out for him, and he couldn’t even pull off a simple surprise party. 

“I’m sorry.” Eddie whispered, head pressing to yours. His eyes cut around the room, making sure a certain Henderson pest was lurking. 

“Sorry?” You repeated. “Eddie, I-I am surprised.” You choked out, looking around the room with gleaming eyes. 

Eddie paused. “You are?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, I thought you’d forgotten.” You admitted. “I thought everyone had forgotten.”  

Eddie’s brows pinched in a confused scowl. “You thought I’d forget?” He muttered. 

A watery laugh fell from your lips before you could stop it. “Yeah.” You admitted. “You were really convincing.” 

Eddie’s chest boasted playfully. “Oscar worthy?” 

“You’d sweep the competition.” You jested back, arms sliding over his forearms. His hands found home on the small of your waist, pulling you into him. 

“I didn’t forget your birthday.” Eddie said softly. “Just… for the record.” 

“I can see that.” You giggled. “Thank you. It’s-It’s really sweet.” 

“Yeah? I’m glad you like it.” Eddie’s hands rubbed down your spine. “It would look better but… Robin and Nancy didn’t get off until later, and it’s just me and Henderson.” 

“It looks great. Perfect.” Your cheek pressed to the soft cotton of his t-shirt. His nice shirt, Eddie always called it. Broke it out for special occasions. 

“Not perfect. Fucked up the main part.” Eddie grumbled. “I can call everyone, let them know that they can park out front since there’s no surprise anymore.” 

“No, don’t do that.” You shook your head lightly, chin propping against his chest to look up at him. “I’ll leave and come back, and you can still do it. I can pretend to be surprised.” 

Eddie’s lips curled, pulling back to look down at you. “You’re gonna pretend?” He tilted his head. 

“My turn to act.” You teased, brow lifting gently. “Give you some competition.” You poked his tummy playfully. 

Eddie grinned, pulling you back into him, lips sliding over yours in a soft kiss you savored. Melting into each other, fusing into a gooey puddle- it was corny, a cliche. One you’d roll your eyes at if it was anyone else. 

“Happy birthday.” Eddie muttered, lips brushing and tickling your own. 

“Thank you.” You whispered back, hands finding the base of his neck, pushing him back into you. Eddie’s hand fell against the wooden door frame, steadying himself in a rapidly heating makeout. 

“Uh,” Dustin’s voice interrupted the two of you, just as Eddie’s hands were sliding under your work blouse. “Yeah, I-I finished with the streamers.” 

Eddie glared at him, jaw ticking in annoyance when you pulled away. “I’m just going to grab my makeup bag, and I’ll go.” You whispered, cheeks flooding with heat. 

Eddie huffed, rolling his eyes at Dustin when you left. “What? What did I do?” Dustin threw his hands out. 

“Such a fuckin’ cock block, Henderson.” Eddie muttered, stomping into the kitchen. “Put the plates and shit out, will ya?” 

Your performance was Oscar worthy, Eddie decided later, when you stepped through the door of the now darkened trailer, gasping when the lights flickered on and everyone jumped out. You looked positively radiant, glowing with excitement at the small crowd of friends crammed into the doorway. Eddie kissed you, sloppier than he should have, especially in front of everyone, but he didn’t care. Overwhelmed with affection for you. 

He couldn’t tell if you were still pretending when he brought out the cake, the room singing in a harmonious tone to you, candles lit and glowing in the dim light. Eddie didn’t miss the way your eyes sparkled, fingers pressed to your lips at the now iced cake. When your fingers curled under his chin, sharing a fork-full of cake with him, kissing him after so quickly it left his head spinning. 

His birthday girl, it was your day. Eddie never thought he’d love a random day as much as he did. He had no idea how important that day would become when he’d first met you, how it would engrave itself in his mind forever. 

He was glad it did. Looking at you, giggling with your friends on the couch, then again, the next night, singing with Heather at the crowded bar- Eddie’s chest heart swelled. Proud that he’d surprised you, hopeful that he’d get to for the rest of his life. 

Next year, he’d do it right. Really pull off the party you deserved. He’d start saving now, planning too. He decided it that night, tucked between the sheets, your head still on his sweat soaked chest. He could still taste you on his tongue, lips numb from the time he’d spent between your legs. Lashes fluttering in sleep, curled into him, Eddie pulled you closer. He’d get it right next year, you deserved it. 

[fearlessreid]

CUTEST EVER

Loved You For So Long

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (she/her)

Summary: You are showing the new kid around and Eddie gets jealous.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: a little fluff, jealous!eddie, OC who's kind of an ass, best friends to lovers, love confessions, cursing, reader wears glasses

AN: I finally finished this! Took me forever, but I did it! I hope you all enjoy!

When you started high school, you were convinced that it was going to be terrible. Middle school had been three years of hell, so why would your high school experience be any different? Nothing had changed in the summer between eighth and ninth grade, you were still awkward, had no friends, always had your nose stuck in a book, and wore glasses. You were a “giant loser,” as the popular kids would call you, both behind your back and to your face. No, you didn’t expect anything to change…but then Eddie came along.

Eddie had seen you eating lunch by yourself for a couple of days and felt his lost sheep senses tingling. He walked right up to you and introduced himself before pulling you out of your seat by your hand and dragged you over to the Hellfire table. And the rest is history. You and Eddie had become the best of friends; the two of you were practically inseparable, and as the years passed you had fallen for him, head over heels.

Yes, Eddie Munson had firmly planted himself in your heart and you loved him more than you could say, if only he felt the same. You never told Eddie about your feelings for him. Eddie was a metalhead and you were a bookworm, and you had convinced yourself that you were far from Eddie’s type. There was no way he would be interested in someone as shy and awkward as you romantically, at least that’s what you told yourself. But you were happy to have him in your life as your most trusted friend. Without his friendship, high school would have been intolerable. You would never admit it to anyone, but you were kind of happy that Eddie had failed his senior year twice. As selfish as it seemed, you couldn’t imagine going to school without him. You couldn’t imagine life without him, actually. The only thing that would make it better was if he returned your feelings, but again you knew he never would.

Or so you thought. Things changed once the new kid came to Hawkins.

You opened your locker and grabbed your notebook for your first class of the day, chemistry. You were pretty sure Mr. Kaminsky was going to be giving a pop quiz and you had studied all weekend for it, much to Eddie’s dismay. He had come over for your weekly movie night and had to pry your chemistry book from you hands to get you to pay attention. You remembered the rush of heat that filled your cheeks when he leaned into you and said, “You can continue studying after Carrie finishes her telepathic rampage.” He had been so close, you had to push down the urge to lean in the rest of the way and kiss him.

Lost in your memories from the weekend, you didn’t hear someone calling your name from behind. You closed your locker, turned around, and jumped at the sight of someone from the front office and another person you didn’t recognize.

“Sorry, didn’t meant to startle you. I guess you didn’t hear me.” The woman from the front office said.

You took a breath, “No, no, I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.”

“Anyway, this is a new student, Mr. Hartfield,” you looked at the guy standing next to her, and it was like you were looking at Eddie’s long-lost twin. Long unruly hair, leather jacket with patches all over it, a Black Sabbath t-shirt, dark ripped-up jeans, and from what you could tell, tattoos that were peeking out from the neckline of his shirt and the cuffs of his jacket, “We would like for you to show him around and make him feel welcome.”

“Okay.” You nodded.

“Here is your schedule, Mr. Hartfield. I hope you have a good first day here at Hawkins.”

He rolled his eyes as she handed him his schedule and replied in a dull, bored tone, “Sure.”

You went to hold out your hand for him to shake, but then second guessed it and did an awkward wave instead, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

He returned the awkward wave, “I’m James.”

“Huh, James Hartfield. That sounds kind of similar to James Hetfield.” You chuckled lightly to yourself.

James stared at you in a bit of disbelief, “You know who James Hetfield is?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Sorry, you just don’t really look like someone who listens to Metallica is all.”

“I mean I’d probably say I’m more of a Black Sabbath girl, but Metallica is still pretty great.” You shrugged.

A small smile lifted in the corner of his mouth, “Never would have guessed.”

The flutter in your chest surprised you. It was just a smile. You pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose and held out your hand, “Can I see your schedule?” he handed it to you, that smile still on his face. It made you feel nervous, but not necessarily in a bad way, it felt similar to how you felt when you met Eddie for the first time, “Oh, it looks like we have chemistry together.”

“I think you may be right about that.”

When you looked up at him, he winked at you and heat bloomed in your cheeks, “Well, we’d better get going. Kaminsky’s class is on the other side of the building, and he hates when people are late.”

“Lead the way.” James dramatically gestured towards the end of the hall.

You giggled, “Actually, it’s in the other direction.”

James, unfazed, switched arms and gestured towards the correct end of the hallway, “Lead the way.”

-

For the rest of the morning you continued to show James around, walking him to each of his classes and telling him the fastest routes to each, something you knew he probably didn’t care about, but continuing to talk allowed you to focus on something other than the way James was looking at you, with that same smile from earlier.

After fourth period, you met James outside of his class, “Do you have somewhere to sit for lunch?”

“No, I was just gonna find an empty table or something.” The two of you began to walk towards the cafeteria.

“Well, if you want, you can sit with me and my friends.”

James stopped and gave you a hesitate expression, “Your friends?”

“Trust me, I think you’ll like them.” You nodded your head in the direction of the cafeteria and continued walking.

-

Eddie sat at the head of the table, his usual seat for lunch, and scanned the cafeteria for you. You were usually the first one at the table, but today you were nowhere to be found. He could have laughed at himself for how worried he was. How you hadn’t realized that he was head over heels for you he wasn’t entirely sure, because he knew he did not hide it well.

“Dude, would you relax. She’s gonna be here any second. She probably needed to ask her teacher a question, or maybe she went to the bathroom.” Jeff threw a crumpled-up napkin at Eddie’s head to get his attention.

“In the four years that I’ve known her, she has never shown up this late to lunch.”

“He’s so cute when he worries,” Gareth whispered to Dustin and Eddie threw a pretzel at the back of his head, “Dude!”

“Shut up!”

“You know I saw her walking around with some guy earlier.” Lucas said as he poked at the mush on his lunch tray that he thought might be green beans.

Eddie’s head snapped towards him, “Some guy?”

“Yeah.” He lifted up his fork and watched the green mush fall back onto the tray with a look of disgust.

“Sinclair, you can’t say something like that and not elaborate. Speak!” Eddie glared at him intensely.

“U-uh, um,” Lucas stuttered, “I mean I don’t know anything other than I saw her walking around with some guy. I think he might have been a new student or something.”

Eddied leaned back in his seat with his arms across his chest, “Did it look like she liked him?”

“Oh, no. Someone’s jealous.” Grant teased before taking a sip of his drink.

Lucas felt like he was starting to sweat under Eddie’s glare, “I don’t know! She seemed normal!”

“Shut up! She’s coming over here.” Jeff said.

Eddie’s head whipped towards the doors to the cafeteria, and there you were with some guy glued to your side, much to Eddie’s dismay.

“Eddie, please don’t make a scene. If what Lucas said is true, he’s a new student and she’s just showing him around. It doesn’t mean anything.” Jeff whispered to him in reassurance.

Eddie knew Jeff had a point, but he couldn’t help but feel a slight pang in his heart when he saw you laugh at something the new guy said.

“Hi, guys,” you said as you approached the table, “this is James, he just moved here, and I invited him to eat lunch with us.”

James gave everyone a small wave, “Hi.”

Eddie eyed him up and down as you took your seat next to him and James on the other side of you, “So, James, I take it Y/N has been showing you the hallowed halls of this mediocre learning establishment.”

“Indeed, she has. Been quite a good guide too.” James looked at you with that small half smile again, and you felt heat creeping back into your cheeks.

Eddie didn’t care for the way James was looking at you, not one bit.

You could tell there was something up with Eddie, but you weren’t entirely sure what it was. In hopes of alleviating some of the awkward tension that had started to build up, you changed the subject, “So, did we find a sub for Friday’s campaign yet?”

This caused a resounding groan from everyone besides yourself and James. Mike spoke up, “I’m sorry! Friday night it the only night I can talk to El this week!”

“Yeah, El, your totally real girlfriend who lives in Canada.” Gareth jeered.

“She lives in California!” Mike countered.

Gareth chuckled, “Whatever dude, I don’t believe she’s real.”

“Campaign? As in DND?”

Everyone turned to look at James.

“Yes,” you answered, “we’re all part of a DND club here at school.”

“The Hellfire Club!” Dustin stated proudly.

“If you need a sub, I’m your guy. I’ve been playing DND for years.”

Your eyes lit up before turning to Eddie with a hopeful smile, “This is perfect!”

“Woah, hold your horses there, Princess,” Eddie leaned forward, “What’s your class and level?”

“I’m a level 14 Dragonborn rogue.”

“Shit, dude that’s awesome!” Lucas said.

As much as Eddie didn’t want him showing up to Hellfire on Friday, he had to admit that he had experience, and they were in desperate need of a sub, “Fine, you may join us for one night, and one night only.”

“Cool.” James gave a satisfied smile that Eddie suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at.

He was not looking forward to Friday.

-

The week moved at a snail’s pace for Eddie. Every day he had to endure you excitedly talking about James, how cool he was, how nice he was, and it made Eddie want to scream. James sat with Hellfire during lunch all week, and everyone seemed to like him; it drove Eddie crazy. But what was driving Eddie up the wall was how you would look at James. It was this quiet look of affection, one that Eddie had seen when you were reading your favorite book or watching your favorite movie. Eddie had even convinced himself that you would look at him like that from time to time, and it killed him to even fathom that you might have some sort of affection towards James. But even worse than that, was the way he noticed James would look at you. There was something in his eyes that didn’t sit right with Eddie. There was a mischievousness and something almost predator-like that made Eddie feel like you were just some game to him, a prize to be one and then dumped. Eddie knew he was jealous, and Jeff pointed out to him that his jealousy might be making him think James has ill intentions. But Eddie never doubted his intuitions, they were rarely wrong, and he had a feeling deep in his gut that this James character was up to no good.

Eddie was the first to arrive to the drama room, as he always was, he might be late for class almost every day, but Hellfire was important. And as leader and DM of Hellfire, Eddie was in charge of setting everything up.

Normally, Eddie would bask in the anticipation for a campaign, but he was truly dreading this one. And it didn’t help that the next person to walk through the door was the cause of his distress.

“Hey.” James greeted as he walked into the room.

Eddie looked up at him and immediately went back to setting up the game.

James rolled his eyes and quietly scoffed to himself. He knew Eddie didn’t like him, and he was pretty sure he knew why, and so he thought it might be fun to antagonize him a bit. He threw his backpack on the floor and took a seat, “So, what’s Y/N’s deal?”

Eddie winced at the mention of your name, he did not want to talk to James at all, let alone about you, “Her deal?”

“Yeah,” James leaned back in his seat, “like is she single?”

Eddie tensed, “Why do you want to know?”

“Dude,” James looked at Eddie with a smug expression, “come on. She’s a chick who’s got good music taste and is into DND. You don’t meet one of those too often.”

Eddie didn’t care for his tone, or the fact that he referred to you as a “chick;” it felt disrespectful.  

“And she’s pretty cute which is plus.”

Eddie continued setting up the game, doing his best to ignore James.

“I’m thinking of asking her out,” James leaned forward in his seat, “you wouldn’t have a problem with that would you?”

“No,” Eddie’s jaw clenched, “Why would I?”

James smirked, knowing Eddie was lying, “You two seem close, just thought I would ask.”

Eddie took a deep breath; he knew it was going to be a long night.

-

Just as Eddie suspected, the night dragged on slowly. What made it so unbearable was the fact that James had not stopped flirting with you since you had walked into the drama room, he greeted you with a hug, told you how pretty you looked, and stayed glued to your side. The flirting even continued in the game. He took every opportunity to make his character make a flirty comment towards yours, and Eddie was tired of it, but you seemed unfazed for the most part.

That is until you were wrapping the game up for the night.

You all had just finished a battle and were celebrating your victory.

“After slaying the monsters deep within the woods, you all head back to the town where a celebration thrown by the townspeople is being held in honor of your victory and for protecting the town. Fireworks color the sky, and the streets are filled with music and dancing. What do you do?” Eddie looked up at all of you waiting for your responses.

“I go into the nearest tavern and order a round of drinks for everyone in celebration!” Gareth shouted.

“I order ten drinks since Sir Gareth is buying.” Jeff chuckled as Gareth gave him a dirty look.

“I ask Princess Y/N if she would care to dance.” James said with a wicked grin on his face.

You and Eddie quickly turned your heads towards James and spoke in unison, “What?”

“You said there was music and dancing going on, why not join in the fun?” James looked at you and winked, “What do you say, Princess?”

Eddie was seething. He was the only one who called you Princess.

There was something unnerving about someone other than Eddie referring to you as Princess. It felt wrong. And the wink that James gave you, it didn’t feel flirty this time, it held something else to it that you couldn’t quite explain, but it made you feel uncomfortable, “Um…I don’t know.”

“He has to roll.” Lucas said, hoping that could alleviate some of the awkward tension that had filled the room.

“Alright,” James picked up the die and rolled, “Nineteen. Looks like we’re dancing.”

James took hold of your hand and spun you around before pulling you close to his chest. The uneasiness you had been feeling tripled. You didn’t understand. James had been so nice to you all week, there was nothing about him that gave you the ick, but over the course of the game you had grown increasingly more uncomfortable, though you had done your best to hide it, and this had been the last straw. You looked over to Eddie with wide, pleading eyes, silently asking for help.

“Nope! The twenty just means you successfully asked. She gets to respond. So, let. Her. Go.” Eddie said through gritted teeth.

“What? That’s bullshit.” James’s grip on you didn’t let up.

“No. Those are the rules.” Eddie glared at him.

“Says who?”

“I’m the DM and the leader of Hellfire! My word is law!”

His grip on you tightened causing you to wince, “Dude, you are so fucking pathetic. Just admit that you’re jealous.”

You looked between James and Eddie, “Jealous?”

Eddie could feel his face going red, whether that was from anger or embarrassment he wasn’t entirely sure, but he didn’t care anymore, he just wanted this asshole to leave, “Oh no, would you look at that. One of the fireworks misfires and blows James the Conqueror to smithereens.”

“What!” James pushed you out of his hold, making you stumble back, and walked up to Eddie, “That’s complete bullshit, man! You can’t do that!”

“I can and I did. Goodbye.”

“Oh, so you’re just gonna kill off Y/N’s character too? That’s real mature asshat.”

“Actually, Princess Y/N has pretty high dexterity and evasion skills, so she would probably be fine.” Dustin said.

“You gonna make her roll.” James sneered.

“Sure,” Eddie rolled the die for you, not even looking at the number it landed on, “oh, look a twenty. She’s fine. You on the other hand have been turned to ashes, nothing left to remember you by other then the faint smell of charred Dragonborn meat in the air.”

James let out a laugh that almost sounded sinister, “This is such bullshit. You’re bullshit,” he pointed to Eddie, “you’re bullshit,” he gestured to the guys before turning to you, “and even you are bullshit.”

Your breath quietly hitched and you felt the sting of tears in your eyes as you pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

Before you could say anything, Eddie had grabbed James’s bag with one hand and the back of his jacket with the other and dragged him towards the door, “James Hartfield, you are hereby banished from Hellfire. You will never sit at our table again, you will never set foot in this room again, and you most definitely will never speak to Y/N again,” he threw James out of the drama room followed by his bag, “Be gone! And never come back,” Eddie slammed the door in James’s face, “good riddance.”

-

Eddie drove you home. Other than Eddie’s music, it was a completely silent car ride, which was unusual for the two of you. You didn’t utter a word until Eddie pulled up outside your house and you quietly said goodbye.

Eddie watched you walk into your house and close the door behind you before taking off. His drive home consisted of him yelling at himself for being so stupid, and not saying anything to you.

“You could have at least asked her if she was okay, but no. You were too worried that she figured out that you’re in love with her. Pathetic Munson, you are so pathetic.”

When he got home, he tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter and pulled a beer out of the fridge when the phone rang.

“Hello?” Eddie took a sip of his beer.

“What did James mean when he said you were jealous?”

Eddie nearly chocked on his beer when he heard your voice, “What?”

“Earlier, James said something about you being jealous. What did he mean by that?”

“Um…” Eddie trailed off; he had no clue what to tell you. He could be honest and possibly put a strain on your friendship, or he could lie which was making his insides rot, but your friendship would live to see another day.

“Eddie?”

“I think…um…” he knew he needed to tell you the truth, “I think James figured out that I like you.”

“Like me?” You replied with a soft disbelief.

“Actually, love might be the more accurate word, but um…yeah.”

“You love me?”

“Yup.” He waited. He waited for you to laugh at him, scream at him. He had imagined how you would react to his confession a million times, but he never thought there would be tears. Yes, the sound of sniffles could be heard over the phone, and it caused Eddie’s stomach to drop, “You’re crying. Please, don’t cry. I’m sorry. I know this is gonna make things awkward, but I promise I can start trying to get over it. I mean it will probably take forever, but that’s my problem not yours.”

“Eddie, I’m crying because I’m happy.”

That he had not expected to hear, “You’re happy?”

“I love you too.”

The line went quiet for a moment, and you weren’t sure if the call had been disconnected or if Eddie was possibly at a loss for words…you thought the former would be more likely. You heard rustling in the background and then a loud crash as if the phone had dropped to the floor.

“Eddie?” you waited for him to answer, “Eddie?”

There was more rustling and then Eddie picked up the phone again, “Sorry, I was so excited that I dropped the phone. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be at your house.”

“What?”

“You just told me you love me and I absolutely, one thousand percent need to kiss you right now.”

The urgency in his voice made a flutter go through your chest, “But Eddie you live twenty minutes from me, how are you gonna get here in ten?”

“If you think some dumb traffic laws are gonna keep me from you a second longer than I need to be, then you would be very wrong my dear Princess. See you in ten minutes.”

The line went dead and exactly ten minutes later you heard Eddie’s van come to a screeching halt in front of your house. You bounded down the stairs, threw the front door open, and ran outside.

Eddie slammed the car door shut and ran around the front of the van. The second he saw you running towards him, he couldn’t help but smile.

When you finally reached each other, you threw your arms around Eddie’s neck and he wrapped his around your waist, and your lips crashed together. It was a bit clunky, but you both were too happy to care.

Eddie pulled back momentarily and fixed your glasses that had become askew, “I love you so much, Princess.”

His words made your heart melt, you had waited so long to hear them, “I love you too, Eddie.”

Then he kissed you again.

[fearlessreid]

You Could Be Mine - Pt 3

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Read Part 1 & Part 2

Summary: Movie night at Eddie’s with a dash of angst

Word Count: ~3.8k

Warnings: smut, v fingering, oral (f!receiving), cumming in pants (heyo!), pining, slight angst, 18+ MDNI

If there was anything your obsession with hair metal had taught you over the years, it was that confidence was everything and a little charisma could go a long, long way.

As the sweaty rockers that you idolized shredded their guitars on stage, there was a special something they possessed that had thousands of screaming fans eating out of their hands.

They didn’t have to be the best singer or play their guitar like a virtuoso, that didn’t hurt of course, but it was really just a bonus. No, there was an intangible quality those arrogant rockers possessed that brought women and men alike to their knees.

Pure, unadulterated charisma.

And that was a problem for you, because you now found yourself faced with a man who exuded that same magnetism like it was a cheap cologne. It drew you in and knocked you senseless, leaving you begging for more.

You had always prided yourself on your self-assured, take-no-prisoners attitude, so why did you fold so quickly where Eddie was concerned? What power did he have over you that made you give in to him so quickly?

Your crush on Eddie was definitely still going strong. Could you really enter into a “friends who kiss” type of arrangement with him knowing that your feelings would never be requited? You knew it was the only way you’d ever get a chance to be with him, but could you actually go through with it?

You wondered if anyone else in history had ever tried to mix sex and friendship before. You weren’t sure, but you imagined that you and Eddie might be modern pioneers of inter-friendship sexual relations as you embarked on your little agreement.

Of course, you needed him to call you first.

After a day or two, once the initial glow from your night at the Hideout had started to wear off, you wondered if maybe everything that had happened between you and Eddie had just been a wonderful dream.

But when you closed your eyes you could still recall the feeling of Eddie’s lips pressed against yours, and the firm grip of his hands on your hips. You could still see the hungry look in his eyes as he pulled back from your kiss.

It had all felt so very real at the time.

You wondered if maybe you were destined to be like all of the other girls that Eddie had hooked up with and immediately forgotten, just a one time fling never to be heard from again. You couldn’t help but feel like a bit of a fool if that were true, but in the end you had nobody to blame but yourself. You had known what you were getting into when you went with him that night.

Regardless, you weren’t going to beg for Eddie’s attention. You figured that if he didn’t want anything else to do with you, then that was his loss.

But you really hoped that wasn’t the case.

It was a Wednesday evening when Eddie finally called. You had just opened up your chemistry textbook to start studying when you heard the phone ring in the hallway outside your bedroom.

You suspected that it was likely Stacy calling to talk your ear off about Jeff, just like she had every other night that week. The two of them had really hit it off the night of the show, it seemed. You were happy for Stacy, but you had to laugh at the fact that your Tiger Beat-obsessed friend ended up with a crush on a guy in a metal band.

When you put your ear to the receiver and said hello, you were pleasantly surprised to hear Eddie’s smooth voice on the other end of the line.

“Just wondering when I should come by and drop off that music you wanted?” His tone was light and playful, and you could tell he was trying to annoy you.

“Pretty big assumption that I’d want anything from you, Munson.”

You trailed the long spiraled phone cord into your room and closed the door on it, sitting on your bed as far from the door as the cord would allow.

“Well if my memory serves me right, I’m pretty sure you do”, he purred in a deep voice that made your thighs clench involuntarily.

Ugh. Your body was a traitor, completely betraying your attempts to play hard to get. Yes, you had agreed to your arrangement with Eddie, but you still planned to make him work for it a bit. That was definitely not going to happen if you kept acting like a schoolgirl with a crush every time he spoke.

After teasing you a bit longer, Eddie invited you over to his place that upcoming Friday night to watch a movie. He gave you his address and told you to come over around 8pm, so that he’d have time to shower after getting home from work.

Eddie had started working at the local auto shop after graduation in an attempt to save up enough money to get out of town and move somewhere better suited to a music career. He wasn’t passionate about working with cars, but it was something of a natural skill he had acquired over the years and he was good at it. He found that fixing the broken down vehicles was kind of like solving a puzzle, and that was satisfying in its own way.

After hanging up the phone, your stomach fluttered with excitement. You were thrilled to finally have another chance to spend time with Eddie, and you planned to make it count.

You wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone, but there was a secret part of you, deep down inside, that despite all the evidence to the contrary believed you could change Eddie’s mind about love.

Were you delusional? Maybe, but you chose to think of yourself as confident. Confident that you would win the metalhead’s heart once he really got to know you.

How could he resist?

You spent the rest of the evening flipping through your textbook with a dreamy smile on your face, no longer able to focus.

Before hearing from Eddie you had been resigned to stay in and do schoolwork all weekend, but now it looked like your chemistry assignment was going to have to wait.

You had to work on some real chemistry of your own.

When you showed up at Eddie’s trailer on Friday evening you weren’t sure what to expect. It was late enough when you arrived that his uncle Wayne had already left for work, and the prospect of being alone with Eddie made you excited and nervous.

When Eddie answered the door he looked fresh from the shower, his normally wild waves transformed to dark, coiled curls. He was wearing black jeans and a faded band shirt that showed off his arms, and you couldn’t help but stare at him in awe. He looked really, really good. He also seemed a little nervous, which you found endearing.

After entering the trailer, Eddie gave you a quick tour of his home. The interior looked like any small space occupied by two single men - definitely lacking in the decor department, aside from a multitude of trucker caps and a puzzling array of mugs. The place was very clean and tidy, which impressed you. Most of the guys you knew were total slobs. In fact, the whole place smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and you wondered if Eddie had cleaned in anticipation of you coming over. The thought made you smile.

After showing you around, Eddie suggested that you to go ahead and pick out a movie from the stack of tapes by the TV in the living room while he gathered some snacks. You carefully perused the VHS tapes in their worn, well-loved covers before settling on Alien.

“Nice choice”, Eddie said sounding impressed, as he entered the room with a handful of snacks. You handed him the tape and he popped it into the VCR, explaining that his friend had satellite and taped all of the movies for him that he could ever want.

As you sat together on the couch watching the movie in his dark living room, you found yourself thinking of Eddie to the point of distraction. His profile was so handsome in the low light of the television’s glow that you couldn’t stop stealing sideways glances at him.

Every time you looked at his lips, you thought of your kiss that night at the Hideout. You wondered if Eddie was feeling something similar, because he kept moving closer to you on the couch.

During the gory chest scene in the movie, when you snuggled close and covered your eyes, he placed his hand on your thigh in a comforting gesture. Even after that frightening part was over, he left his hand there, his thumb tracing small circles over your jeans as you continue to watch the rest of the movie.

You pretended you didn’t notice, but you were screaming on the inside. The soft touch of his hand on your thigh was doing things to you, and making it increasingly difficult to play hard to get.

After a bit longer, he leaned his head close to yours, and you could feel his breath fan over your cheek as his mouth hovered next to your ear.

“I’m really glad you came over tonight”, he said in an almost-whisper that turned your insides to jelly. Resisting the urge to jump his bones was getting more difficult by the minute, but you weren’t ready to surrender to your urges just yet.

As you tried desperately to concentrate on the end of the movie, he continued to draw slow circles on your thigh, and you could feel his eyes on you. You glanced over at him, and found that his dark gaze was narrowed in on your lips.

Just when it seemed that he was finally going to make the move to lean in and kiss you, the final credits started to roll. You weren’t sure what to do, so you stood up, telling him you guessed you had better head for home.

He looked alarmed and stuttered, “B..but it’s still early. Can’t you stick around a bit longer? I have something I want to show you in my room.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his proposition.

“Very smooth, Munson. Is that what you say to all the girls?”

You noticed how his cheeks flushed slightly at your words, showing just the faintest glow of pink.

“Now, now”, he spoke in a jokingly deep voice. “I’m just trying to broaden your musical horizons, that’s all.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and followed him down the hall to his bedroom.

Eddie’s room was much more cluttered than the rest of his home, and as you entered you weren’t sure how on earth he was going to find what he wanted to show you. You sat down on his unmade bed, surveying the stacks of metal cassettes on his bedside table. Metallica, W.A.S.P. and Megadeath were prominent, among many others.

“So where’s this famous music collection that I just need to see?” you asked sarcastically.

He grabbed another handful of tapes off the floor and came to sit close to you on the bed, dumping them into a pile next to you. Despite his casual demeanor you could sense an almost electric tension in the air between the two of you.

As you rummaged through the tapes on the bed, you could feel his eyes on you.

“You look really pretty tonight.” His voice was soft and his deep honey-brown eyes were heavy-lidded as he gazed at you. It took everything in your power to resist folding right then and there.

“Thanks”, you said nonchalantly, reading the liner in your hand as if it was the most interesting document on earth.

Your little game was driving Eddie crazy. He had wanted you from the first moment you walked into his home, and you’d been seemingly ignoring his advances all night. He was used to girls falling all over him, and your cool reactions were messing with his head. Now that he had you in his room and saw you sitting on his bed, he felt like he was going to explode.

“Can I kiss you? Please?” he blurted out, and when you looked up at him, you saw him lick his lips in anticipation. They looked so plush and soft that you could barely tear your eyes away.

Finally. This was what you had been waiting for all night. You nodded and he leaned in close to meet your lips with his.

The kiss was just as wonderful as the one you shared at the Hideout, and the feeling of his lips against yours sent desire coursing through your body. Your head was already spinning and your heart was beating a steady drum in your chest, betraying your outwardly composed appearance.

As Eddie deepened the kiss, he gently pushed you down onto the bed so that the two of you were lying side by side facing each other. Your movement knocked the stacks of cassettes off his bed and onto the floor with a loud clatter, but neither of you seemed to notice.

He ran a hand down over your shirt, cupping and squeezing your breast before slowly trailing a path lower to toy with the button on your jeans. He expertly popped the button open, and you inhaled sharply in anticipation of what you thought might come next.

“Is this ok?” he asked softly, his big eyes met yours, searching for a sign that you wanted to keep going. You looked deep in his eyes and nodded. You wanted him to touch you. In fact, you had never wanted anything more in your life at that moment.

Without any further hesitation Eddie unzipped your jeans and dipped his fingers below the elastic of your underwear, passing lightly over the sparse curls on your mound and tickling you slightly, before moving lower to run them through your warm arousal.

You heard him bite back a quiet groan.

“So wet for me already”, he murmured softly, kissing a path down your neck as you gasped at the feeling of his fingers exploring you.

“Oh, ohh”, you moaned as he used the calloused pads of his fingers to rub slow circles over your clit. You could feel yourself getting wetter as your pleasure increased with each slow movement of his hand.

“That’s it, keep making those sweet sounds for me”, he coaxed. “You want more?”

It was all you could do to try to form words, and you only managed to choke out a weak, “Yes.”

Your reaction to Eddie’s touch seemed to spur him on, and his kisses became more fervent as he moved his fingers closer to your entrance, first circling and then slowly sliding two of them inside you. The way Eddie pressed and moved his fingers against your walls surprised you, and you cried out as you felt a mounting wave of pleasure quickly start to build.

You had never felt anything remotely as good before in your life. Every other guy you’d fooled around with had carelessly jabbed around your body like they were trying to find their keys. But unlike the men before him, Eddie’s touches were skilled and precise.

Needing to feel more of him in the moment, you ran your hand down the front of his jeans, brushing over the very prominent bulge in the denim. You rubbed the outline of his cock in as steady of a motion as you could manage, your efforts distracted by Eddie’s skilled fingers as they continued to push you closer and closer to the edge.

He kissed down the side of your neck just under your ear, then a bit lower, sucking lightly over your pulse point.

“Can I taste you?” he asked in a low voice that rumbled against your neck.

You managed to whisper a quiet yes, and with that he removed his fingers from you. He smiled against your skin as you whined at the loss.

Moving to brace himself overtop of you, his kisses rapidly moved lower. He pushed your top up around your collarbone so he could kiss over the peaks of your covered breasts and then down your stomach, finally stopping as he reached the waist of your jeans.

He pulled the pants down in a smooth motion, leaving you in just in your underwear. Then he brought himself down between your thighs, his face level with your covered cunt. He gently kissed you over the material of your underwear, before looping his fingers under the elastic band and pulling them carefully down your legs. You kicked them off of your feet, and suddenly you felt very exposed lying there beneath him.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful”, he sighed as he drank in the sight of you. “Wanna make you feel so good.”

With that he brought his mouth to your already glistening folds, licking a broad line from your entrance to your clit, spreading your wetness with his thick tongue.

“Taste so fucking good, just like I thought”, he groaned as proceeded to flick his wide tongue over your clit in a steady rhythm. You could feel him start to grind his hips into the bed below in tandem with each lap of the thick muscle.

He sealed his lips around the soft bundle of nerves as he slowly inserted his fingers back inside you, resuming his pressured movements from before. He shook his head in a side to side motion, then returned to suckle gently at your clit. He kept up that rhythm, pressing his face deeper against your pussy, relishing in the taste and smell of you that surrounded him.

You felt Eddie moan against you as you clenched around his fingers, and you could tell the tight coil that had been winding within you was finally ready to snap. It all felt so good, and you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Oh, Eddie…I’m going to-”, you cried out as you unraveled on his fingers and tongue.

“That’s it, cum for me”, he coaxed in a throaty voice. The vibration from his words prolonging the lingering waves of pleasure that flowed through you.

After you finally came back down to earth your mind swirled in the afterglow of your release. As Eddie gently kissed down your inner thighs you suddenly realized that you hadn’t done anything for him, and you moved to pull him closer. As you attempted to undo his pants, he chuckled lightly and gently pushed your hands away.

“Oh, I just wanted to help you out too”, you said bashfully.

“Uh, there’s no need.” His cheeks were flushed and he averted his eyes. You didn’t get what he was alluding to at first, but then you finally clued in.

“Oh?”

Oh.

You hadn’t even noticed that Eddie had cum too, but to be fair you were practically on another astral plane at the time.

“Yeah uh, sorry.” He laughed. “I feel like a fucking teenager. Jesus.”

You could tell he was a bit embarrassed. You giggled and he playfully swatted your arm.

“Just let me go clean up, ok? Don’t go anywhere.” He grabbed some clean boxers from his dresser and disappeared into the washroom down the hall. As you laid there still trying to catch your breath, you looked around Eddie’s room. You liked it there, being amongst his things and in his space.

When Eddie came back into the room he had brought you a glass of water, and as you sipped it he started rummaging around in his dresser drawers, looking for something. When he finally found what he was looking for he made a triumphant sound, and returned to where you were sitting on the bed.

With a proud smile he handed you a cassette in its shiny plastic case. It looked like someone had drawn intricate symbols and wyverns all along the outer edge of the white cover. The track listing for each side of the tape was also written out by hand.

“What’s this?” you asked curiously, turning the tape over in your hands to inspect the art.

“It’s a mixed tape. I made it for you so you wouldn’t have to steal all of mine. I put the best songs on there too, not just the commercial stuff. The real good shit.” He met your eyes, studying your reaction.

Your heart swelled in your chest to the point where you thought it might burst. Eddie had obviously spent a lot of time making the tape for you. It was one of the most thoughtful gifts you had ever received.

“Eddie this is so…wow, thank you.” You had a hard time finding the words to thank him, but Eddie looked pleased with your reaction. You were so touched that you almost leaned in to kiss him, until he spoke again.

“Well, I can’t have a friend of mine spotted listening to garbage like Motley Crue. Just won’t do.”

Friend. It was like a record scratch on the moment. You couldn’t lie that after everything you’d just done together, and how he’d made you feel, that the word kind of stung.

You reasoned with yourself that it was the whole deal between the two of you, and that he was only following along with what you’d already discussed and agreed too. But you still couldn’t help but feel a bit strange.

“Right, thanks. Well, I guess I should get going.” You stood up to leave and he walked you to the door. You thanked him again and hugged him, but there was no goodbye kiss, obviously. That was relationship territory, and whatever the two of you had, it certainly wasn’t that.

When you got into your car you popped the cassette into your tape deck to listen to it on the drive home. You smiled as the opening chords of Iron Maiden’s Run to the Hills filled your car.

Eddie making the tape for you was such a sweet, but confusing gesture. Your head was still fuzzy from your orgasm, and on top of that you now had whiplash from how quickly he had switched back to joking around as friends.

You sighed. Were you already letting your feelings get the better of you? You finally had the metalhead of your dreams within your grasp, and you needed to stop sabotaging yourself by overthinking it.

Your arrangement with Eddie was only going to be fun if you let yourself enjoy it without trying to analyze every little thing.

You told yourself that, but you knew deep down that it might be easier said than done.

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Imagine it's your first time riding Virgin!Eddie. He's splayed out on your bed, staring at you like you hung the moon and the stars yourself. He would be a whimpering, moaning mess beneath you. He's not so sure what to do with his hands, so he switches from grabbing on your hips and ass to fisting the sheets. As you speed up, his back begins to arch off the bed, and you have to push him back down. He's so out of it that he starts to spew filthy ass shit from his mouth:

"If I knew this is what your pussy felt like, I would have been asked to be balls deep inside you."

"Fuck! You're so wet I can feel you dripping onto my balls."

"Your pussy is gripping my dick so tight, princess. I don't think I can last much longer."

"Please let me cum inside of you, baby. Please! Fuck I need it so bad."

"Gonna pump you so full, baby, I promise!"

"Fuck baby, I'm not gonna last, I'm not gonna last!"

"Fuck! I'm cumming, princess. I'm cumming"

After collapsing on top of Eddie and taking a moment to catch your breath, you look at Eddie, who has his most prominent, goofiest grin plastered on his face.

"We're doing that again, babe. But this time, I'm on top."

[fearlessreid]

little concept i thought of

18+ | mentions of smut | requests open!!

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there’s been a girl hanging around eddie lately, she’s gorgeous and could be on the cover of a magazine. everyone’s noticed it, even eddie.

your boyfriend has been worried because you don’t seem to care, most girls would have been extremely jealous over this, but not you.

when eddie brings it up to you he’s shocked to hear you scoff.

“there’s not a woman on earth better for you than me” you say and eddie can feel his cock harden in his jeans.

“i thought you were supposed to be jealous over these types of things” eddie says and you quirk a brow “should i be?” you question and eddie shakes his head quickly. “exactly, let’s face it you’re whipped over me” you smile

next thing you know you are riding him with your head tilted back in pleasure “there’s not a pussy alive that’s made for you better than mine” you moan and eddie smirks “damn right…OH FUCK BABY”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x y/n #concept #i have thoughts

[fearlessreid]

NOW THIS IS MY SHITTT

i neeeed you to hear me out on this one okay. okay okay so the song is casual by chappell roan and its about like being super intimate w a guy but he still tells his friends you're just a casual fuck. like some of the lyrics are "i've heard so many rumors that i'm just a girl that you bang on your couch" and "knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out, is it casual now?" so like. eddie munson. angst. and reader whos fed up with him being so cocky to his friends ab how he gets her off while he brushes her off. PLEASE hear me out 🫣

IM HEARING YOU ALL THE WAY OUT 😩😩🗣️

(as someone who dated a literal INCEL in high school who was charismatic to all and manipulative to none but me this fucking triggered me. i see you boo)

CW: misogynist behavior, adult themes, 18+ minors DNI

eddie sweetie, this isn't you :( but without further a due...

"If you have to go around telling people that you're a good person, you probably aren’t a good person."

incel!asshole!modern!eddie x fem!innocent!reader

WC: 1.3k words

Ever since you became exclusive with the ‘Town Freak’, your friends have constantly been ripping your ass a new one.

They were all so wrong about Eddie Munson. Because beneath the rugged, edgy persona he likes to put on every day (spewing his ‘Abolish-The-Status-Quo’ Manifesto atop an unsteady table in the cafeteria) lies a woman-worshipping gentleman, a soft, romantic, misunderstood love-sick puppy who would do just about anything to know you like the back of his hand.

Your dream boy.

"No one ever wants to date the nice guy," Eddie would say to you, alluding to himself. You’d constantly deny his claim. “But the jocks? The rabbits in band? The chess club dweebs? Oh yeah, without a doubt. Anyone but the freak."

It all made you think Eddie was created perfectly for you. That there was some sort of invisible string in the halls of Hawkins High, waiting for just the right moment to pull you two together. And when you two kissed that one day after detention, his hands snaked gently around your waist behind the rusty, faded bleachers out by the stadium, it felt like a match made in heaven.

“You gonna be my girl?” Eddie grinned into you, stroking your cheek, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Mine and mine only?”

“Yours,” you whispered breathlessly to him before reeling him in for another blissful peck.

And soon, lonely afternoons in study hall turned into D&D campaigns with him and his friends. Mundane weekend errands turned into fishing trips with him and Wayne. And soon quiet, anxious car rides became karaoke and head-banging sessions. Once aimless and confused, lost in the melody of life, suddenly all the love songs were about Eddie. You finally found the one.

It all leads you to believe your friends were just jealous of you. True friends would be over the moon.

This afternoon you had a surprise for Eddie. Just last week, you lost your virginity to him and were still swooning over how caring and tender he was with you. Surely, that is the bare minimum for a guy, but the bare minimum is so hard to come by nowadays. Cookies for Discord night with his friends was the least you can do to show how much you appreciate your boyfriend.

After extracurriculars, you rush home to get the oven going, throwing down in the kitchen to make the best snickerdoodles Eddie will ever have. And after one last look in the mirror, fixing your flirty skirt and your plump glossy lips, you set off to Forrest Hills Trailer Park.

Eddie has his headset on so he doesn’t hear your multiple knocks at the door. You knew he would be home though, dude’s got nowhere else to be on a Friday night. Eventually, you decide to hobble out back, looking through one of the windows by the kitchen that he always cracked open just so he doesn’t hotbox the place.

“I’m right behind you, right behind you!” Eddie warns his friends as he nears them in the game. “Gonna need some backup from Gareth the Great.”

Since he’s focused on his electronics, you decide to shoot him a text message. Hopefully then he’ll come to the door.

Hi baby 💕 I brought you some homemade snickerdoodles :)

You can’t help but smile when you hear your custom text-tone go off. But, to your surprise, you watch as Eddie turns a blind eye, chucking his phone onto the nearby couch instead of answering your text.

What the fuck?

"Ugh. She's texting me again," your boyfriend grumbles to the boys as he proceeds with the game. "She's kinda annoying, to be honest. Gonna wait a while before I respond.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. Pressing your ear against the mesh blinds that separated you two from each other, you decide to listen in for a while longer.

“Don’t you think you’re stringing her along, Eds?”

Yeah, don’t you think? you think to yourself.

“Yeah, but… free pink,” Eddie sneers with a tsk and shrug. “However I want, whenever I want. She just makes it so easy.”

Eddie then starts to spill the details of taking your virginity, about how you were “chimping out” underneath him on his couch while Wayne was sleeping. What was a sacred ordeal to you was made to sound like a cheap, subpar experience to Eddie. His commentary sends the boys into a spiral, fits of hooting and hollering like it was the best stand-up bit they’ve heard in a long time. Resentment simmers within you. This can’t be the same boy.

“How’d you get a pretty girl like that anyway?” comes another voice in the call.

“Pretty fucking easy,” Eddie scoffs. “You just tell her exactly what she wants to hear. Just say what she says right back to her and the panties come right off. She’ll think you’re soulmates.”

The room erupts with virtual laughter, followed by obnoxious sound effects that the app enables users to send to one another. Your stomach begins to twist, the forbidden cookie dough you ingested just an hour prior threatening to make its way back up.

“HAHAHA,” someone in the chat cackles. “Eds will do anything for that roast beef.”

“I’ve always been keen on them deli meats. Am I right, boys?”

The snickering commences again. Eddie thanks the Discord guys as they extol him in compliments, encouraging him to write a playbook on how to get a proper lay. Eddie ends up shutting down the idea. But not because he thinks it’s fucked. No. It’s because he claims he doesn’t “have to try” and that you just “put out” at the drop of a hat.

The tray of Eddie’s undeserved cookies shakes in your hands as your body begins to tremble. You’re going to be sick. And just when you think it can’t get anymore twisted, it does.

“Hey, what do you think about that girl from math class with the fat ass?”

“Harmony?”

“Yeah.”

“God if she’s into me too I’d dump my girl in a heartbeat,” Eddie swoons.

Of course he’d gawk over Harmony. Outside of Tammy Thompson and Chrissy Cunningham, Harmony Heathers was next up to bat for the Queen of Hawkins High.

“She’s got fucking beanbags where her ass should be. I’d do just about anything for her.”

“And her.”

“Yeah and I’d do her.”

"I'd do her too," Eddie admits.

That’s enough.

You’ve heard enough to know that Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson was just like the rest. Throwing the snickerdoodle cookies you made for him into the trash, you sprint back to your car and set off for your house, music blaring the entirety of the commute.

My friends call me a loser 'Cause I'm still hanging around

I've heard so many rumors That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch

You slam the door to your room the moment you get home. And before stripping down and hopping into the safety of a warm shower, you send Eddie one last text.

Actually, you know what? It’s over. Don’t talk to me ever again.

Washing the grossness off of you was the only way you felt you could feel okay.

You wanted the remnants of Eddie OFF of your body. Hysterically sobbing, you attempt scrub off all the dead skin on your body with a loofah. Frustrated tears roll down your face.

I thought you thought of me better, Someone you couldn't lose

You wanted all the dead cells off of you. You wanted a new body. You wanted a new life.

And you couldn’t wait to grow newer, thicker skin. A new shell of you. It will be skin that Eddie can never say he touched.

You said, "We're not together" So now when we kiss,

Fuck Eddie Munson.

I have anger issues

You give the weird kid a chance, and then suddenly he acts like you’re the freak.

[fearlessreid]

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