#eddie munson requests

[headkiss]

you’ll always know me

part 1, part 2

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: even as the crowds at his shows get bigger and bigger, eddie munson still has you, his very best friend. or, (for my swifties) eddie munson is your dorothea.

word count: 8.6k

warnings: fluff, a little angst, childhood best friends to lovers (sort of), weed and smoking, librarian!reader, first kiss, so many uses of the words “i miss you,” and some idiots in love !!!

a/n: hiiiii!!! this one took so long but i really love rockstar!eddie and i hope you do too!!! this is inspired by tis the damn season and especially dorothea by taylor swift <3 thank you to my love @inkluvs for encouraging me on this one ily!!!

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It’s surreal to watch someone close to you grow so much bigger than the town you live in.

To know that the person you see on the news, at award shows on your TV screen, is the same one who used to push you on the swings at the playground, who used to walk with you to and from school, who grew up beside you, closer than anyone else ever could have.

Closer than anyone ever would, still.

To most people, he’s Eddie Munson, lead singer and guitarist of Corroded Coffin. To you, he’s Eddie, the best friend you’ve ever had.

You can go back years and years, and Eddie’s woven into your life for so much of it. So is his music. You can pick out the points: watching Corroded Coffin play for the first time in middle school, watching their first gig at the Hideout, being in the front row for it all wearing the widest smile, having the loudest cheers.

Even the late night phone calls you’d get when he’d be stuck on lyrics, when he wanted someone’s opinion and chose to dial your number instead of his bandmates’.

(“Hello?”

“I can’t get this line to sound right.”

“Let’s hear it, Munson.”)

You’re often in disbelief of where he is now. Not because you ever doubted him, but because even after so long, it’s strange not to see him every day. You’re insanely proud of him, but that doesn’t mean you don’t miss him.

Because you do. You miss him so much.

A box sits on the top shelf of your closet, one filled with newspaper and magazine clippings, articles about the band’s success, positive reviews about their shows and their albums. Things to show that Eddie’s dream came true, and that’s a rare thing.

There’s only one kind of tabloid you choose not to keep: the ones booming with rumors you selfishly hope aren’t true.

‘Lead singer of Corroded Coffin has a new spark? Read more to find out who’s caught famous bad boy Eddie Munson’s eye.’

You see him constantly in pictures, through a screen, but you only really ever see him on holidays, when he’s able to come home. When he comes bursting back into your life in vibrant fireworks with his stupid, pretty smile and stupid, shining brown eyes. When he comes back only to leave all over again.

You only have yourself to blame, really, for letting it tear you up. Because more than anything, you’re happy for him, so happy you could never express it properly, but still, there’s an ache in you when he crosses your mind, when the feelings linger.

Life in Hawkins for you consists of working at the library, reading your days and thoughts away, hanging out with the gang when you’re up to it, and that’s about it.

Eddie always knows where to find you when he does come home, usually barging into the library with his arms open for a hug, one you rush into easily. You always spend the couple days he has in Hawkins together, being the you and him you’ve been since you were kids. But the lingering reminder doesn’t fade, the reminder of him having to leave looming over you like a storm cloud.

Eddie Munson comes home sporadically, unknowingly taking your heart with him wherever he goes. And when his inevitable departure takes place, you’re forced to regrow what’s missing from your chest. Every single time.

-

Besides his uncle Wayne, who could only ever see him as a troublemaking kid, you’re the only person who’s never treated Eddie any differently.

Not in high school when he was labeled a freak, not even when the fame rose so suddenly it felt like a tidal wave. You kept him afloat. You keep him afloat.

He knows he should call more often, he knows that even if the phone works both ways, you really don’t have a way of keeping track of which hotel he’s in, which state, which country, even. He knows that falls on him.

Your phone number’s burned into Eddie’s memory. He could never forget it, and still, he can’t seem to find the time to dial it. He’ll get called away, or he’ll just be getting back from a show and barely have the energy to shower before getting in bed. Worse, he’ll get the panicked sense that you won’t pick up anymore.

At least he’s never missed your birthday. That, he’ll always make time for, usually phoning you at the same time that a bouquet of flowers arrives at your door. And somehow, even when he’s away, you don’t miss his birthday, either.

Eddie’s sitting on the small couch in his dressing room, waiting to go on stage, thinking of you the way he often does.

He wonders if you think of him, too. If you miss him or if you’re angry that he’s gone so often, that he can barely even manage a fucking phone call. Though, you were never the type to be angry. Never with him, at least.

He wants to hear your voice, wants to hear you tell him ‘good luck’ before going on stage like you used to. He peeks at the table next to the couch. Eddie’s not sure how much time he has before he needs to go, but he figures it’s worth a try.

Just as he’s about to pick up the phone in his dressing room, there’s a knock on the door.

“Munson! You’re on in five!”

He’ll call you later, then.

-

“Beginning descent to the Indianapolis International Airport.”

The muffled sound through the airplane’s speakers is followed by the ding of the seatbelt signs being turned on. Eddie shifts in his seat to look out the window. He’s got his own little cubicle in first class, and though this is how he always flies now (other than when he finds himself on a private jet, which is even more unbelievable), he’s still not used to it.

He’s itching to get out of this seat, then he remembers that he’s still got the trek through the airport and the drive back to Hawkins. It’ll be worth it to see Wayne, who he doesn’t see nearly as often as he should, and get his classic hug with a slap on his shoulder.

It’ll be worth it to see you, who makes Hawkins feel more like home. You, who reminds him of the person he’s always been, the parts that get lost on the road. You, who hugs him tighter than anyone else ever has.

His hands clench into fits in his lap.

As soon as Eddie steps off the plane, his security team finds him. He’d assured them that he’d be fine, really, but this is how it is for him now. Through baggage claim and all the way to the car that’s waiting for him outside, security takes a step whenever he does.

Shutting the car door as he slides into the backseat, Eddie tips his head back and sighs.

The car ride feels shorter than usual, the city fading into trees and fields until the ‘Welcome to Hawkins’ sign comes into view. The gravel crunches under the car’s tires as it pulls into the trailer park. Wayne’s got enough to get a better place now, Eddie made sure of it, but he never did. He’d never admit it but Wayne’s sentimental, and the trailer houses too many memories to let go of it.

After all, it was home.

Stepping through the front door there’s the smell that he’d never noticed until he’d been gone for weeks at a time. The settled dust, the faint smoke of cigarettes, coffee, and the room spray Wayne inevitably uses to try and cover it all up.

Eddie drags his bags inside, waves to his driver, and shuts the door behind him.

Then, Wayne’s warm rasp, “my boy. Get in okay?”

He’s wrapped in his uncle’s classic hug quickly, the pats on his shoulder and all. Eddie closes his eyes and soaks it in, just for a second, “yeah. It was fine.”

“Good, good,” Wayne says, pulling back and grasping Eddie’s shoulders, getting a good look at him. “Take a shower.”

“Is that your way of telling me I look like shit?”

“Nah, that’s me telling you that you smell like airport, boy.”

“It’s great to see you, too,” Eddie says, smiling.

He and Wayne have the kind of relationship that time doesn’t really affect all that much. Whether Eddie’s away for a week or a month, or two, or three, they fall back into things like he’d never even left.

He knows Wayne’s probably lonely, probably hiding more than he could imagine, but he also knows that he loves him, and that’s always a good thing to know, to feel. Loved.

“Shut up, you know I missed you,” Wayne shakes Eddie’s shoulders and lets go, “now go wash up and you can tell me about your last show over some coffee, sound good?”

“Sounds good. I missed you too, Wayne.”

Eddie carries his bags into his room, leaving them open on the ground rather than unpacking. He’ll just have to pack them all over again, anyways.

Before long, the trailer’s small bathroom is filling with steam as Eddie steps into the shower, dropping his neck back and letting the water run over his shoulders, his back. He stands like that for a bit, simply letting the heat melt away at the tension in his muscles.

By the time he steps out, the mirror is completely fogged with steam, and Eddie wipes away at a section to look at himself. The bags under his eyes, the mess of his hair that he doesn’t bother taming, the small scratch on his chin from one of his rings. He shakes his head and heads into his room with his towel around his waist.

He throws on a pair of plaid pajama pants and a faded band tee, his hair soaking the back of it drop by drop.

In the kitchen, Wayne’s got two mugs of coffee sitting on the small table, a seat already pulled out for Eddie to take.

“Thanks.”

He nods, sipping from his mug as Eddie does the same.

In the silence, he can’t help but think of you, of how close he is to you now. Mere minutes away. He wonders what you’re doing, if you’re reading in bed after your shift, if you’d just showered like him, if you’re thinking of him, too.

“I saw her the other day,” Wayne says.

They both know he means you.

“How’s she doing?”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll ask her that when you see her tomorrow, but she seemed good.”

“How'd you know I’m gonna see her tomorrow?”

“Come on, kid. You go to the library the day after you get in every time and think I don’t notice?”

Eddie looks down at the mug in his hands, his face warm. It shouldn’t matter, shouldn’t have him feeling all shy and nervous, like he’d been caught, but it does.

“She misses you,” Wayne adds.

“She tell you that?”

“Doesn’t have to. I’ve known that girl since she was little and running after you on the playground. I can tell.”

Wayne has always said that you’re as good as family, after all. Eddie used to joke that his uncle liked you more than him, and you used to laugh and joke back that he was right.

Eddie’s suddenly very excited to sleep, only to get to tomorrow quicker.

“I miss her, too.”

“Yeah, kid. I know,” Wayne leaves it there, switching things over, “I saw you almost eat shit on TV the other day.”

“Come on!” Eddie groans. He’d tripped over a fucking wire on stage. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“It was still fuckin’ funny.”

“Of all the shows, you just had to tune in for that one.”

Wayne asks about the tour, about how Eddie’s liking it this time around, about whether or not there’s anything new he’s working on.

In return, Eddie asks about the mechanic’s, about whether or not Wayne’s back has been acting up (which earns him a light slap on the back of the head), about what’s changed in Hawkins since the last time he’d been home.

Even through the smiles he shares with his uncle, Eddie’s wondering how you’ll react when you see him tomorrow, picturing how it’ll feel to be near you again. He gets that feeling in his gut, the butterflies that are nerves and excitement and questions and feelings rolled into one.

He’s pretty sure he dreams about you, too.

-

Your shifts at the library are always long; full days of scanning and shelving books. You’re lucky to say that you actually like your job. The smell of worn pages, the peacefulness (save for when Dustin comes barging in with his stack of overdue books that you let him off the hook for every time), the interactions that are almost always short and sweet since it’s meant to be a quiet place.

Your eight or nine or however many hour days go by much quicker now than they did during your high school job at the grocery store, that’s for sure.

You’re pushing the put-back cart between shelves, humming a random song quietly as you place the books where they belong, sometimes pausing to straighten things out. It’s the middle of a weekday and you’re the only person in there anyway. That is, until the small bell on the front desk dings.

“Just a second!” You call, squeezing between the cart and the self beside it to walk over to the front desk. You think your heart stops altogether.

You’d recognize that head of hair anywhere, the dark, frizzy curls. Hell, you’d recognize that damn denim vest anywhere, even the stance of the person wearing it. “Eddie?”

He turns around at the sound of your voice, and something lifts from his chest when he sees you. A grin spreads wide on his face, splitting his cheeks and crinkling his eyes in the corners, “there she is.”

Usually, when he comes home, it’s on a holiday and you’re expecting him, watching the door and waiting for him to walk through it. This time, you had no idea he’d be coming home. It’s the best surprise you could get.

You’re practically running into his arms, and he wraps them around your waist easily, yours tossed around his shoulders. Your face is buried in his neck, breathing him in, making sure this is real. “What the hell are you doing here?”

His hands clutch at the fabric over your sides, his head twisting so he can place a kiss over your hair, “had a break from tour. Missed home.”

And sure, Eddie hadn’t really realized just how much he missed it until he came back, it’s crystal clear now, with you hugging him. He really, really missed home.

You want to say something stupid and emotional like it hasn’t felt as much like home until now, or I missed the sound of your voice and the smell of your shampoo, but that would probably reveal a little too much.

“Just home you missed or…” you tease, pulling back to look at his face, his brown eyes that sort of sparkle. Your hands stay on his shoulders, his on your waist.

“I missed Wayne, obviously,” Eddie replies, acting oblivious and smiling at the small furrow in your brow.

“Eddie!”

“Aw, come on.” He tugs you in for another hug, his cheek squished against the side of your head. “‘Course I missed you, trouble.”

Trouble. You never knew you could miss a single word so much.

Eddie started calling you ‘trouble’ when you were kids, sometime in middle school when you’d stolen a bunch of his mixtapes and only returned them weeks later, when he finally noticed. He’d snatched them out of your hands and muttered ‘you’re trouble’ and it just stuck.

“Thank you,” you say, laughing when Eddie pulls back frowning at you. “And I missed you, too. Duh.”

“Duh.” He mocks. He lets go of you fully but doesn’t go far, leaning an elbow against the desk, “you’re doing okay?”

“I’m good. Things don’t change all that much around here, you know that.”

“I’m not asking about around here, I’m asking ‘bout you.”

You tug at the hair tie on your wrist. “I’m fine, Eddie. Promise.”

He nods, and there’s a small lull in the conversation that pinches at your chest for some reason. The sort of silence that never used to be there when it came to you and Eddie, always filling it with conversation or letting it be comfortable. Now, there’s something like awkwardness stretching and it stings.

Because it shouldn’t be there, because he’s Eddie and you’re you and you’re best friends and that’s all there should be to it. But it isn’t. You’re the same people, but so much is different.

“You working late?” He asks.

“Until we close.”

“Care for some company?”

You tilt your head at him, “you really wanna hang around the library for the last four hours of my shift?”

“Sounds like fun to me. I’ll even push the cart for you, and you can tell me what I’ve missed while I was away.”

It’s funny that he thinks he’d ever have to convince you to spend time with him, when you’re practically pulling at any thread of him that you can, when you’re taking anything he has to give you. Two days, a week, a couple of phone calls.

It’s all better than not having him at all.

“Only if you tell me what I’ve missed, too. Like all the cool celebrities you’ve met.”

“Not as cool as you, trouble.” Eddie taps your nose, smiling at the way you scrunch it in response.

“Shut up and start pushing the cart, Munson.”

He stands straight and salutes, “yes ma’am.”

You’re still smiling when you shake your head, “idiot.”

Eddie really does spend the rest of the day with you, pushing the cart while you re-shelf books, sitting in the extra chair behind the counter while you file returns, ducking when someone else walks in.

He asks you about Robin and Steve, Dustin and Lucas, how the kids are finding school, whether Nancy’s been hired at a big paper yet. He asks you about your family, and most of all, about you.

He hangs onto every word you say. And not once do you say anything to make him feel bad for being away, if anything, you can’t stop telling him how proud you are, especially when he talks to you about what’s in the works.

“I always told you you’d make it, Munson.”

“Wouldn’t have done it without you, trouble.”

-

The next morning, you’re sitting across from him in the corner booth by the window at Benny’s for breakfast. The same way you did every Friday in high school, at the same table.

Whenever you wind up at Benny’s when Eddie’s away, you tend to avoid that booth. It’s pathetic. Like his absence is clearer than ever sitting there when he isn’t. When he’s not putting whipped cream on your nose or stealing food off your plate.

Now, it’s his presence that surrounds you, his smile and his laugh, his foot nudging yours under the table.

The menu is sticky under your fingertips where you hold it, faded from sunlight and discolored from coffee spills that stain the page. You don’t really need to be looking at it—after years of coming here, you’ve probably got the thing memorized—but you need the time to collect yourself. To remember that this is Eddie, and there’s nothing to be nervous about.

You need the time to stuff down that flutter in your gut and in your chest.

On the other side of the booth, Eddie takes your distraction as a chance to really look at you. The details he can’t seem to picture when he’s away like the flecks in your eyes or the exact shade of your lips.

He never realizes just how much he misses you until he’s home. Until he’s sitting across from you and listening to the sound of your voice clearly instead of through a crackling phone’s speaker, until he gets to see the way your eyes light up slightly when you laugh.

It sort of hits him all at once, and he’s thinking, God, I should call more often. I should visit more often.

After a couple of minutes, you look back at Eddie, “you know what you want?”

“I’ve been getting the same thing since high school, trouble. Don’t need the menu.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll go order,” you say, placing your menu back in the holder by the window.

When you start sliding your way out of the booth, Eddie places a hand over yours on the table, “I can get it.”

You look down at your hands, his skin on yours, like you’d expected to see something there. A spark, a burn scorching your skin in the best way.

“I know you can,” you say, smiling at him. “But it’s my treat, okay? I want to get it.”

Eddie always feels sort of guilty when he’s not buying, because he has more than enough money to take care of it, more than he knows what to do with. Sometimes (often), people expect him to pay, even. And just like you’d known how he was feeling, you shut it down with a flash of your smile.

You shift to squeeze his hand before getting up and heading over to the counter, leaning on your elbows as you wait your turn.

Still, Eddie’s looking at you, his hand in the same spot on the table.

He knows that, despite it not being a busy morning at Benny’s, people are looking at him, whispering the way they did even in school. Only now, they’re saying they can’t believe it, look at him now, instead of calling him a freak. And just like in school, having you around makes the talk bearable. Hell, it makes it disappear, if only for a little while.

When the waiter finally comes over to take your order, you send him a kind smile, rattling off yours and Eddie’s orders.

Eddie watches the entire interaction. He tells himself it’s because he doesn’t want to make eye contact with anyone else, that it’s because he’s just making sure you’re alright. It’s certainly not because of how pretty he thinks you look today, not because of how hard it is to keep his eyes off of you.

The waiter is a younger guy, probably around your age. Someone Eddie doesn’t know. He seems to tell you a joke because you laugh, bright and sunny, and Eddie suddenly wishes that Benny was the one taking orders.

Because he should be the one to make you laugh like that, to be on the receiving end of your grin and crinkled eyes. Because there’s this weight in his stomach that feels a little too much like jealousy. Because you’re his best friend and he fucking misses you.

Eddie looks down at his hands and twists his rings around and around until you come back, the old booth squeaking as you sit down.

“You okay?” You ask, always noticing his nervous habit of fiddling with his rings.

She’s my friend, he reminds himself. My best friend, that’s all.

“‘Course I am.”

“The guy at the counter, Dan, wanted me to tell you he’s a fan.”

He shakes his head, “I can't believe I have those. Especially in this town.”

“Excuse me? Your biggest fan is sitting right here, in this town, Munson.”

He probably thinks you’re joking with the way he chuckles, chest rumbling. But, you’re not. The shoebox full of clippings says enough, and you don’t think he’d ever let you live it down if he knew about it.

“She want an autograph?” He teases, the heaviness in his stomach melting away. Your biggest fan.

“In your chicken scratch? Yeah right.”

It’s not long before your food arrives, plates of waffles and fruit, sides of bacon and hashbrowns. Of course, you inevitably end up with whipped cream on your nose and food missing from your plate.

It’s your favorite kind of breakfast.

-

You’re sitting in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van—the same van he’s had since high school, that he refuses to replace—heading towards Steve’s place. It’s not unusual for either of you to be meeting up with the gang, but Eddie’s still nervous.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks you.

They don’t know he’s in town, and as sure as you are that they’ll be thrilled to see him, Eddie isn’t convinced. You place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze lightly as he drives.

“Everyone’s gonna be so happy to see you. Don’t you trust me?”

“‘Course I do,” he says easily, without thinking, “just haven’t seen anyone in a while, you know?”

“We all miss you, Eddie. It’ll be fun!”

Logically, he knows nobody’s gonna kick him out, or treat him any differently, but it doesn’t stop him from getting nervous. You wanted to surprise everyone, and how could he say no to you? So, here he is, gripping the steering wheel too tight and worrying too much.

Pulling into the driveway, he nods, “here we go.”

You hop out of the van before he has it shut off, but he catches up quickly. He follows you to the side gate of the house, watches you unlatch it and stroll into the yard. The sound of voices mingling hits his ears as you walk around the house and find your group of friends sitting around in lounge chairs.

“Look who I brought,” You announce.

Your shout is followed by eyes flicking towards you, then Eddie who stands beside you. Then, a chorus of his name, plus Argyle’s “rockstar!”

“Hey guys,” he says, waving shyly.

It’s odd to feel this way around these people that he’s known for years. Robin and Steve who’ve rented him way too many movies for free, Nancy and Johnathan who are probably why he graduated high school, and Argyle who was always his most loyal customer.

All of these memories and he feels a little too much like a stranger. At least he’s got you, who feels like one of the only sure things in his life. No matter how long goes by, you’re there, and he hopes you always will be.

“You want a drink?” Steve asks, leaning to reach into the cooler beside him.

“I’ll take one, thanks,” you say, catching the can Steve throws to you.

“I’m driving,” Eddie says, jingling his keys.

“Eddie Munson being responsible,” Robin teases, “they grow up so fast.”

And just like that, he feels a little better. These are his friends, and even though he’s not around all of the time, and even though he may not be as close to everyone anymore, they’ll still be his friends.

You sit down on the empty lounge chair and pat the space beside you for Eddie, sending him a smile that says both ‘told you so,’ in your snark he can practically hear, and ‘everything’s okay,’ in your kind way.

He plops down beside you.

“How’s everything going?” Johnathan asks him.

Not wanting all of the attention on him, Eddie keeps his answer short, “busy, but it’s a ton of fun.”

“Everything you ever dreamed of?” Robin adds.

“You could definitely say that.”

Though, Eddie has this strange feeling that he’s missing something whenever he’s gone. It’ll go away, but somehow, it always finds him again, when he’s debating on calling or not, when he’s hit with a memory of you in the front row at the Hideout when he’s on stage.

He looks over at you and finds you smiling softly at him, eyes fond. He can’t believe he’s the one you’re looking at like that.

Eddie blinks and turns back to the group, “how about you guys? How’re the jobs?”

The chatter picks up and surrounds him, but Eddie can’t stop thinking about the way you were looking at him just then. He’s never had someone look at him like that, like there’s nothing but affection there.

It’s platonic, he tells himself. She’s my best friend.

You feel happier now than you have in a while. Things feel more complete when Eddie’s around. Things feel right. It’s all of your favorite people with no empty chair, it’s falling back into a friendship that’s existed for years.

When conversations split off into smaller ones, you lean your head on his shoulder, and the words sort of slip out of you, “it’s really nice to have you here.”

His heart beats louder, he leans his head on top of yours, “it’s nice to be home.”

And it is. Eddie loves touring, he loves playing his music, and he loves his job, but at the end of the day, he’ll always be this boy from Hawkins, and he’ll always be happy to be home, to be with you.

Catching the moment, Argyle—always sharing his thoughts—says, “sick, you guys are finally together.”

You and Eddie both sit up, like you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t, even when you’ve sat like that countless times before.

Everyone’s eyes seem to be on the both of you now, and you have a tiny panic inside. Have you really been that obvious with how you feel? Does Eddie know and he hasn’t said anything because he doesn’t want to hurt you?

You laugh awkwardly, “what?”

“Like, dating,” Argyle explains.

“Me and Eddie?”

He’d been frozen for a second there, surprised that Argyle thought that. Was he seeing something Eddie couldn’t? No, no way.

“Just friends, guys,” Eddie says. “Come on.”

You swallow, forcing out a word, “exactly.”

“They’ve always been like this,” Nancy says, which explains enough but also sort of nothing at all.

Just friends. It’s something you know, you remind yourself constantly. It’s all it’ll ever be, and still, hearing Eddie say it out loud has your stomach feeling heavy. Just friends, get over it.

Even as conversation picks up again, as you laugh with everyone, the two words play in your head over and over. Then, after saying your goodbyes, once you’re in the van with Eddie again, it fades, because if you can’t be in love with him, you can be his best friend, and you’d much rather have that than nothing at all.

Once he drops you off, Eddie thinks and thinks about what Argyle had said. He goes over memories, over how he feels around you, and it hits him like a huge punch to the gut.

He thinks he has feelings for you. Big, huge feelings.

-

It’s the same day, a different sky, the sun sunk behind the horizon to give way to a sky full of stars and a bright moon.

Eddie’s van is parked by Lover’s Lake, the back full of blankets where you both sit, the doors open to look at the sky and the way the moonlight reflects on the water.

There’s practically an indent in the ground in the spot he’s parked, the one that’s been your go-to for ages. From day picnics to nighttime smoke sessions, it’s another place on the list of the ones that are filled with memories of Eddie.

Beside you, he’s got a joint in hand, the flick of his lighter catching your ears over the crickets and the breeze. You watch him inhale, his chest expanding, the smoke slipping from his lips. You turn back to the water.

“Your turn,” he says, handing you the joint.

You grab it between your fingertips and bring it to your mouth, feeling the smoke trail down your throat, further, then you’re breathing it out, clearing your throat at the tickle.

“Out of practice?” Eddie teases at your small cough.

“My favorite weed dealer went out of business,” you say, nudging his shoulder with yours, “so, yeah.”

He takes the joint back from you, “you don’t smoke when I’m not around? You know Argyle’s gotta have some stock.”

“Oh, he definitely does. A little too exotic for my taste. Besides, he won’t give it to me for free.”

“Getting cheap, trouble?”

You shrug, shoulder to your cheek, and give him an innocent smile.

It feels easy, the joint being passed back and forth between sentences until it’s done and stubbed out, the flow of conversation, the comfort that’s there. It’s always been easy with him, even when it hurts a little.

Eddie’s got on his worn denim vest, still full of pins, and you tug at it, “think this thing has a permanent weed smell by now.”

“I think that’s just part of my natural scent,” he replies, playfully flipping his hair over his shoulder.

His curls graze your cheek—that’s how close you’re sitting, thighs touching—and you giggle. You’ve had so many nights just like this one with Eddie, and it feels like some kind of reward that you get to have them still, even when they’re far less regular now.

“Doesn’t this make you think of high school?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Eddie’s hand is on his knee, his pinky twitches, reaching for your leg, “hell, I’m even wearing the same clothes as in high school.”

“How does it feel like yesterday and also a lifetime ago?”

Eddie looks over at you, the warm glow of moonlight and stars on your skin, the way your sweater hangs off your shoulder, the shine in your eyes that’s part weed and part nostalgia.

“A lot’s changed since then,” he says. “I’m not a loser anymore.”

“You’re still my loser.”

How is it that even when you’re calling him a loser, the idea of being yours in any sense of the word is enough to have Eddie’s heart swell in his chest, a balloon floating up and up and he has to swallow to push it back down.

“Stop being cheesy,” he plays it off, ruffling your hair.

You shove his arm away, “I just miss you!”

Eddie looks at his arm, your hand still holding onto it, he follows your arm with his gaze until it lands on your face. He thinks you’re beautiful, the prettiest girl he’s ever seen and no groupie could change that.

“I miss you, too, trouble.”

Something shifts, the air growing thicker, a sort of understanding between the two of you. There’s something here, something that could be a disaster but could also be so, so good. Could be everything.

“No way you think about me when you’ve got crowds and fans and-“

“I think about you a lot, honey.”

Honey. He’s probably called you that before, but never like this. Never dripping sweet and sincere, never looking at you like he wants to do something you can’t even let yourself imagine in fear of being let down, of hoping too much.

Eddie’s hand shifts from his own leg to yours, thumb running back and forth, burning you even through the fabric of your pants.

“You do?”

“All the time. You’re my best friend.”

Right. Friend.

“You’re mine, too, Eddie.”

And suddenly you can feel his breath fan across your cheek, your lips. His face is close to yours and the hair that falls over his forehead tickles yours. Just a second ago he’d been saying the word ‘friend,’ and now it feels like he’s going to do something to contradict that.

Against all odds, he does.

Eddie couldn’t help himself. Maybe he’ll blame the weed, or maybe he won’t, but before he knows it he’s reaching up with the hand that isn’t on his leg to cup your cheek and tilt your head. And he’s kissing you.

He’s kissing you.

It’s so delicate, so much you’re afraid to even breathe, like it’ll break in an instant. Eddie’s fingers squeeze your leg, urge you to kiss him back and there’s no way that you wouldn’t. Not when his lips are actually on yours, not when he tastes like weed and mint gum and something perfect.

It could be seconds or minutes that you’re kissing, tilting your head even more to feel him, clutching his sleeve tightly. It never deepens, but it doesn’t have to, it says enough.

When you pull away, it’s not one or the other who does it, it’s natural, like it’s been rehearsed time and time again. Eddie leans his forehead against yours, his hand still on your cheek.

“Was that a bad idea?” He asks you, voice low and quiet.

“Maybe. I don’t know.” And you don’t, because there’s no way of knowing what’s gonna happen next, if things will be ruined, if this will fade away like it never happened, or, maybe, just maybe, if it’ll start something.

“Was it okay?”

“More than okay.”

You don’t talk about it that night, and you don’t want to just yet. You’re fine with enjoying the pink-tinted haze at least until tomorrow.

-

Eddie’s barely been gone for two days and you’re not sure what to do with yourself. After that night, neither of you brought it up, and as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t. You were scared. And anyway, it was probably just the weed for him.

You’d never kissed before. Sure, you’ve come close, faces inches apart when you’d share a bed, whispers away, but nothing ever happened. Until now.

Now, sitting on your bed, chin resting on your knees, you’re reeling from knowing what Eddie’s lips feel like and missing him all over again. Rebuilding that piece in your chest.

Somewhere else in the country, in the world, Eddie’s position isn’t so different from yours. He’s sitting on the edge of his hotel bed, forearms on his knees, head bent. He wants to call you, and he’s figuring out what he’ll say when he does.

He misses you every time he isn’t home, but it’s never felt like this. There’s never been this ache in his stomach that won’t go away because of it. Fuck, he misses you more than ever.

The last trip back to Hawkins was different than anything else, because he brought back these feelings with him and he keeps reaching up to press his fingertips to his lips, like the memory of your own lingers there.

Sure, he’s had silly, sticky thoughts like waking up with his arms around you after a nap and thinking he could wake up that way forever, but he’s always pushed them down. Now, it seems, he can’t, the images too buoyant to ignore, floating back up every time.

Sucking in a deep breath, he sits up and reaches for the phone, dialing your number that’s stored in his memory. His leg bounces as the phone rings.

You’re startled by the screech of your phone on your bedside table, head lifting to look at it shake on the receiver. You reach over and pick it up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, trouble. It’s not a bad time, is it?”

Eddie. His voice crackling through the phone sends a spike down your spine. You clutch the phone a little tighter.

You’d expected Robin, or Nancy, even Steve. Because there’d been a time, earlier in Corroded Coffin’s career, when Eddie would call you at least three times a week, and then the calls grew less frequent until they sort of died out to holidays and birthdays.

So, maybe a couple of years ago, you’d have expected Eddie’s voice, but not today.

“Eddie, hi. Not at all.”

“I- um, I just wanted to call,” a small pause, he clears his throat, “how are you?”

“It’s only been two days, you know how I am.”

“I mean right now.”

You twist to lay on your side, legs curling in towards your chest. You smile to yourself like an idiot. “Right now, I’m good. It’s lame, I already miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

The reply comes easily to him. There’s no thought to it, because in the past 48 hours, he hasn’t been able to stop missing you for a second. The warmth of your hand in his, the sunshine sound of your laughter.

He’s not sure why everything’s so big now, his feelings amplified, only quieted now, by the sound of your voice.

“Did you have a show today?”

You have a way of asking that makes it sound like you really care, Eddie thinks. He loves his music and he knows you know that. It means the world to him to do what he does, confusing feelings or not.

“Not today. We spent the day on the bus. Show’s tomorrow.”

“Nervous or excited?”

It’s something that you used to ask him before every small show in Hawkins, and the memory has a grin spreading on Eddie’s face. “It’s always both. More excited, though.”

“You should be,” you say. “You guys are really great.”

“Yeah? Who’s your favorite band member?”

He’s fishing, and you tease him rather than bite, “hmmm. Gareth.”

“Fuckin’ trouble. You liar.”

“You asked!”

“You answered the question wrong, honey.”

There it is again. Honey. You’re sort of glad he can’t see you right now because you probably look way too happy, burying your face in your pillow for a second before replying.

“You know you’re my favorite, Munson.”

“Yeah I am,” he sounds far too proud. And then, he’s softer, “I’m not keeping you up, am I? Time zones fuck me up.”

“No, no.” Even if he was, you wouldn’t tell him. This is better than trying and failing to sleep the way you so often do. “It’s not that late. What time is it for you?”

“Not that late,” he says, even though the clock on the nightstand reads 1:14AM. “So, what’s happening in Hawkins right now?”

“Mmm, it’s getting warmer. My window’s open and the crickets are loud as fuck.” You twist the phone cord around your fingers, “it’s donation week at the library, so I’ve been shelving new books for a change.”

Eddie listens to every word you say, asks you questions like if you’d kept any books for yourself (you had, but swore you’d give them to the library when you were done) and hums between your sentences.

Somewhere along the way, he’d laid down while listening to you, eyes shut as he tried to picture what you might look like right at this second. If you’re in your pajamas or not, whether your hair would be a little messy, baby hairs a halo around your face.

Then his eyes grew heavier, your voice putting him at ease even with the sounds of his bandmates laughing from somewhere in the hotel.

“Eddie?” You ask after he’d been silent for a bit.

“Hm?” He hums sleepily.

“I lost you for a second there.”

If he wasn’t half asleep, he’d feel worse. “Sorry, getting sleepy.”

“You wanna hang up?”

“No, uh- keep talking to me? You have a nice voice.”

You smile, cheeks pinching with the size of it.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll keep talking.”

And you do, you keep talking and talking until you can hear the sound of Eddie’s tiny snores on the other side of the line. You’re smiling again at that.

Even after you’re sure he’s asleep, you don’t hang up right away, not until your own eyes are growing heavy. You put the phone back quietly, like you’ll wake him if you’re not careful. You whisper a soft ‘goodnight, Eddie,’ as you do.

There’s a small stiffness in your fingers from how tightly you’d been holding the phone, and still, you’d let your hand cramp for hours to talk to him.

The next morning, Eddie wakes up with the pattern of the phone pressed to his cheek where he’d left it last night.

-

The TV sends flashes of color flickering across your living room and over your face. Usually, you’d be in bed by now, but it’s the night of the MTV awards and Corroded Coffin is nominated. You couldn’t miss it.

You’re not really paying attention to most of it, the sounds of performances and hosts and thank-you speeches filling your ears as you read your latest book. At least, you’re not paying attention until Eddie’s category is announced.

That has you shutting your book and sitting up, grabbing the remote to turn the volume higher.

They show the nominees, give far too long of an introduction before tearing open the envelope holding the winner’s names. You don’t know it, but you’re practically white knuckling the blanket on your lap.

“And the MTV award goes to… Corroded Coffin!”

You stand and place a hand on your chest, feeling your heart beating—racing—for the band, for Eddie. This is huge, it’s a dream, and it’s his. If you could, you’d give him a suffocating hug right now.

Eddie’s voice taking over, thanking his fans and Wayne, the boys and their team, then, thanking Hawkins and the people there, even when they gave him hell.

If you knew the right number to call to talk to him, you’d dial it in an instant.

Lucky for you, your phone rings the next night, late enough that you can only assume it’s Eddie given you don’t know anyone else who’s probably in a different time zone right now. You pick up quickly, fumbling with the phone a little before bringing it up to your ear.

“Eddie?”

“How’d you know it was me?”

“Ummm, my amazing intuition? Telepathy?”

“Telepathy, she says.” There’s a soft chuckle on his end, you close your eyes and lean your head back to thump against the wall behind you. “How’re things, trouble?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that, mister MTV winner.”

Eddie’s been calling more often again, whenever he gets the chance, really. Even so, he never thought you’d be keeping up with him that way, that you’d care enough to watch an award show and remember what he’d achieved.

“You were watching?” He asks, heart thudding.

“Of course I was. I’m your biggest fan, remember?” You’re sitting with your back against your headboard, knees bent, hand absentmindedly pulling at a loose thread in your pajama pants. “I’ve got cheerleader pom-poms and everything.”

“You do not.”

“Do too. They’re super metal, all black.”

“Yeah, cause pom-poms are super metal, babe.”

Another pet name in the rotation, uttered like it’s easy, natural. You bite back a smile.

“Whatever. Mine would be,” you say. “I’m glad you called.”

“Me, too.”

“I wanted to call you yesterday,” you admit, twisting that loose thread in your fingers, “after I saw you won. I’m really proud of you, Eddie.”

They’re words he hadn’t been expecting, but ones he’ll be thinking about over and over. He wants to keep making you proud, he thinks, and he’ll pour that into everything he does whether he means to or not.

“Thank you,” his voice is quieter, almost shy. “I wouldn’t be here without you, you know?”

“You would. You’re talented, and there’s no way that could stay hidden in this town, you’re bigger than it.”

Somehow, it’s easier to be so open with him on the phone. You don’t have to look at him, get distracted by his tongue running over his lips or the way his bangs get caught in his eyelashes sometimes. This way, all you have to do is speak, nothing more.

“Trouble-” he can’t even find the words to say, because there’s affection laced in your tone, seeping through the phone and into his head and, fuck, he wants to kiss you for it and he can’t. “I really miss you.”

“I miss you, too.” There’s some silence, and the overthinker in you worries that you’ve said too much even though you meant it with every part of you, that you’ve given yourself away. “Anyways, I should go, let you celebrate your win.”

It’s what he would be doing if Eddie’s thoughts hadn’t been so full of you and your mouth and your voice. It’s what his bandmates and friends are surely doing in some club around here.

“You don’t need to. I’m not doing anything.”

“No?” You try to lighten your tone, to joke the way you usually do, “don’t have groupies knocking on your hotel room door right now?”

Instead of playing along, Eddie’s voice is serious, still soft in the way he speaks to you, but serious nonetheless, “I don’t entertain them, honey.”

“You don’t?”

He’s tried. But ever since you kissed him, probably since before that, too, Eddie can’t seem to look at anyone else, let alone have someone else kiss him and tarnish the memory of your lips on his. He’s only ever thinking of you, it seems. So no, he hasn’t fooled around lately.

“Not in a while. I’m trying to write for the next album. No distractions.”

No distractions. He says it like that’s true, even though he can’t seem to fully focus, like there’s a piece he’s missing. Like every lyric he’s written since he’s been back isn’t somehow about you.

He’s so, so fucked.

“Look at you, Munson. Squeaky clean.”

You hope he can’t tell that you’re sort of a mess, a stupid blossom of hope planting itself where it shouldn’t. He’s your friend, he’s always been just your friend. But you kissed and it felt like something changed, and you can’t seem to let go of that.

“You sound surprised,” he teases, gathering his wits the best he can.

“Can you blame me? You used to have multiple lunchboxes reserved for your weed.”

“You loved those lunchboxes and you know it.”

“Yeah, I did.”

And then, like that moment was simply a blip, easily brushed over, your conversation turns back to your normal. Jokes with underlying affections, teasing while picturing what kind of smile the other wears when you laugh lightly into the phone.

Time runs away from you, and by the time you hang up it’s well into the early hours of the morning, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

-

After hanging up, Eddie’s got this sinking, aching pull in his stomach. He knows what it is, has had bouts of it before where he misses Wayne’s hand patting his back or the way his mattress is worn-in just the right amount back at the trailer, when he thinks about what his friends might be doing or what science project Dustin’s got going on.

But it’s never felt this heavy. Eddie’s the most homesick he’s ever been.

He’d listen to your voice forever, but in that moment, he’d give anything to see your face, to see the shake of your shoulders when you laugh, the curve of your smile.

What the hell is wrong with him?

Eddie wipes his palms on his thighs before standing and walking out into the living room of his band’s suite hotel room. The guys are still up, and they’re all staring at him like weirdos.

“What?” He pauses in the doorway.

“Did you tell her you’re in love with her yet, or what?” Jeff, the electric guitarist, asks him.

“What?” Eddie says again because there’s no way he heard that right. He’d only just come to terms that he had feelings. This is much bigger.

“You’re joking,” Gareth pipes in, “you don’t even know it? Dude, you’re all ‘I miss you, trouble, you’re my favorite person ever.’” He does a knowingly terrible impression of Eddie.

“I do not sound like that.”

“You kinda do,” Jeff says.

“Why else would you be spending hours in that room on the phone, man? Come on,” Gareth sing songs the next bit: “you’re in loooove.”

Then Eddie thinks and thinks and thinks. The warmth that blooms when he hugs you, the jealousy he felt when he thought that server at Benny’s was flirting with you, the difficulty to say goodbye, the way your kiss haunts him in his sleep.

These idiots aren’t usually right about things, but just this once, maybe they are. Eddie Munson is probably, very likely, definitely in love with you.

Yeah, he’s so fucked.

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Secrets

Eddie x Fem Reader request

Summary: Could Eddie’s good intentions really be the downfall of you both? Tempers rise when reader suspects Eddie has been keeping their relationship a secret as a means to sneak around with Chrissy Cunningham as well.

Inbox is open for requests! ———

“What are you doing?” Eddie crept to the doorway, hearing the sounds of dresser drawers slam.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m packing my shit.” You didn’t spare him a glance, you just continued stuffing your belongings into a bag. Eddie shuffled towards you in utter confusion. He had just made it back from practicing with his band to find you in his room like this.

“HEY hey, why are you- what’s wrong, sweetheart?” Eddie’s brows pinched together with concern. “Talk to me. Please?” He gently placed his hand on your shoulder. You tore away from his touch as if it could burn you. Eddie’s face further contorted into a pained expression realizing he was somehow at the core of this. He hadn’t seen you since yesterday. What could’ve changed over night?

“I’m tired, Eddie. I tired of sneaking around because YOU don’t want us to be seen together.”

“Y/N, I’ve already explained it to you. If you risk letting people know we’re together, you risk everything. You-Your reputation…” He stammered, hoping you would finally just accept that this is the way things needed to be. He hated the thought of you receiving the same treatment he endured on a daily basis. Eddie’s skin had grown thick over the years but he worried how the scrutiny of others would affect you.

“Who fucking cares about a reputation!? Do you really think that shit matters to me? What matters to me is you. But you seem perfectly fine keeping me in the dark. A dirty little secret you hide in your bed every other night.”

“NO. It’s not like that!” He couldn’t believe you’d actually think that.

“Is it like that with Chrissy?” You stopped dead in your tracks, looking at Eddie for the first time since all this started. Your eyes burning holes through the man you once considered yours. You wanted to see the look on his face when you said her name.

“What the hell are you even talking about?”

“Chrissy Cunningham. I saw you two yesterday. You snuck out into the woods and she followed.”

“That must mean I’m fucking her then, right?” Eddie scoffed. “It was a drug deal y/n! She’s clientele.”

“Yea? Do you typically bring clients home with you?” You crossed your arms over your chest to conceal your shaking hands. Eddie’s doe eyes startled as if caught in the lights of an oncoming truck. The realization of how that must’ve came across settled in with the sinking feeling that he was moments away from disaster. “You opened the door and let her right in.” You sneered a smile, watching Eddie grip his hair at the roots. You thought you’d surprise him after his meeting with the Hellfire club. You never thought you’d pull up to see him bringing another girl home. You were disgusted. Eddie sat down on the mattress, racking his brain on how to explain himself, already feeling overwhelmed.

“Y/N…it wasn’t like that. You gotta believe me.” He punctuated the word as if it would drive the point home but you weren’t having any of it. There would be no convincing you. You saw if for yourself. “She was only here for-“

“It’s never what it looks like, is it, Eddie?” You cut him off saving his breath and your own time.

“Y/N PLEASE-“

“NO! Do you really think I’m so naive that I’d take any ol’ excuse? That you can just say I’m wrong and I’ll fall happily into your arms?”

“Will you just shut up and let me explain!?” Eddie shouted, clearly distressed. His legs bounced anxiously. His hands shook in his lap. You were irate. Heat flushed behind your cheeks. It was as if a switch flipped in your brain and you could barely contain your resentment anymore. You thought Eddie was someone you could trust. In fact, you were actually falling for him. It hurt you that he wanted to keep things secret. Still, you were willing to accept that if it meant you could have him. But the thought of him sneaking around with Chrissy Cunningham, the perky cheerleader, Hawkins High’s sweetheart, it broke you in ways you couldn’t imagine possible. Another girl. Another secret.

“Fucking cheat! LIAR!” You began tossing your clothes at him harshly, one by one. Eddie jerked his hands up to block the projectiles. He was growing angrier by the second. Angrier with every harsh word you spit at him. His breaking point was rapidly approaching. “You’re a condescending, lying, prick, Eddie Munson!”

“Yea? And you’re a jealous, fucking bitch!” He finally snapped, rising to his feet. “You wanna say hurtful shit? We can do that. You are so goddamn insecure, it’s pathetic. I didn’t fuck Chrissy. I don’t WANT to fuck Chrissy. I was selling her drugs! That’s IT!” His face was red. The veins in his neck prominent from the strain of yelling. “Can you get that through that little head of yours and cut the know it all bullshit already!?” You stood there dumbfounded. Eddie had never raised his voice to you. Your eyes began to sting with tears.

“Karma is gonna bite you in the ass, Eddie. And I hope to God I’m there when it happens.” You managed to choke out. The lump in your throat grew with each passing second.

“Do you really think that little of me?” Eddie’s voice wavered, pained by your distrust. “You really think I’d spend every second with you I could, introduce you to my friends, give you a key to my house if I was just using you? Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N!”

Your body vibrated, tears you tried so desperately to stave off finally breaking free. You wanted to believe in him, but you saw it with your own eyes. Could you really have misread things so gravely or was it all a lie? You couldn’t answer him.

“If that’s really how you feel, then GO! HERE, I’ll help you pack!” Eddie grabbed the remainder of your clothes and furious stuffed them into your bag before tossing it to the floor. “Just get the fuck out of my house.” He turned his back to you, running his hands through his hair. His vision blurring with unshed tears he didn’t want you to see. You choked back your sobs as you picked up the bag. You spoke no goodbye. You couldn’t even if you wanted to.

———

You cried the entire drive home, catching glances of your glossy, bloodshot eyes in the rear view. The possibility that you were wrong dug deeper and deeper with every mile that passed. The further from Eddie you drove, the harder his words hit. They played on a loop in your head. You weren’t sure who fucked it all up, you or Eddie but there was no saving it now. No taking back what was said.

Meanwhile Eddie sat in silence, fully taking in your absence. Empty hangers in his closet where your clothes used to be. A vacant space on his nightstand where you used to keep your books. The ones he’d beg you to read to him as he was falling asleep. How could you think he would touch another girl? You were all he ever wanted. The more he thought on it, the worse he felt. You thought he was ashamed of you when truthfully, you were the best thing about his life. He was only trying to protect you. Keeping things a secret was meant to shield you from the cruelty of others. But then he turned around and hurt you worse than anyone else could manage. What you needed was reassurance. Instead he berated and belittled you for being genuinely hurt. He dropped his head into his hands, holding back tears. He had to find a way to fix this but he was sure you wouldn’t talk to him again. Not after what he said. He thought on it all night. Time was abundant since sleep was scarce. Every time he’d close his eyes to rest, he’d see your face. Eyes red. Broken. Betrayed. You two needed to talk about it, but that would take some convincing of course…

———

You dragged yourself out of bed. You combed your hair and brushed your teeth like you always did. You followed the same monotonous routine you followed every morning before school. But things felt heavier than usual. There was a weight on your shoulders, waiting for the perfect moment to break you. Still, you sucked it up and caught the bus. Staying home only meant you’d dwell on things.

Eddie’s chair was empty during first period which wasn’t entirely uncommon but given the events from the night before, you wondered why. Would seeing you break his heart or just piss him off? It was all for the better. Seeing him would collapse the collected veneer you were trying so desperately to uphold. You tried putting Eddie out of your mind to the best of your ability and focusing on your assignments.

Back at Eddie’s, the numbers on the clock blinked red ‘10:07AM’

“SHIT! SHIIIIT!” He had overslept after finally drifting off around 4AM. He discarded his blankets in a flourish and launched himself off the bed, clumsily stepping into whatever jeans were closest to him. He rushed down the steps of his trailer, making a b-line for his van. He had to make a little stop before heading to the school…

He burst through the cafeteria doors, practically breathless. A few students jumped in surprise. Others rolled their eyes, assuming he was up to his usual antics.

“Y/N?” An unintentional shout. The room went silent. Eddie zeroed in on your almost immediately. Your heart beat quickened, eyes locked with his as he made his way to you. You hardly noticed that everyone else was staring as well, watching the scene unfurl. Your eyes drifted to the hand Eddie held behind his back, revealing a beautiful bouquet of flowers. “They’re uh- they’re for you.” Your eyes shined bright with disbelief, on the verge of tears. Words escaped you, so Eddie continued on. “I don’t really know what flowers are good, so I tried to get your favorite colors instead.” Eddie’s smile was nervous, but hopeful. He reached the bouquet out to you. You lightly touched petals colored in violet and magenta. He remembered?

“Th-thank you?” You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture although you were still taken aback by it all. This was Eddie’s first public display of affection which of course garnered an audience for the two of you. Your eyes darted around the room, hearing whispers from the other students. You glanced over to Chrissy, curiosity getting the better of you. There she sat with dreamy, bright eyes. As if she were watching a scene from a televised romance. She looked happy. Happy for you. Happy for Eddie. Not at all like a scorned lover or a burned out flame. Eddie took your hand in his.

“Can we please talk?” His doe eyes melted away at the animosity you felt just earlier.

“Looks like the Freak got himself a girlfriend.” Jason jeered from the jock’s table, laughs following.

“Maybe somewhere a little more private?” Eddie sighed, not even phased by the attention. It was new to you but already insignificant.

———

You followed Eddie out to the football field. The spring air was cool but the sun provided just enough warmth. You sat together on the bleachers. You stared at your shoes while Eddie fumbled with his rings.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” He grumbled. He dipped his head low enough that his hair concealed his face. “I just couldn’t believe you’d actually think I would even look at someone else the way I look at you. I promise you, y/n, I swear on my life, we were just making a deal. She asked for something stronger while we were in the woods. I-I didn’t have it, it was back at my place. She caught a ride with me, I gave her the stuff and I drove her back home. That’s all it was.”

“I believe you, Eddie. I’m sorry I freaked out. I feel like such an asshole now.” A tear slipped down your cheek, embarrassed by your behavior from the night before. Eddie lifted his hand to wipe it away.

“Hey, no more crying, okay? Everything is fine now. I don’t blame you for getting mad. I would’ve lost my shit if I saw you bringing another guy home.” You placed your hand on his knee. “Why didn’t you just tell me about the deal before hand?” Eddie huffed realizing that would've saved you both a lot of hurt.

“Um, because I’m an idiot? Selling drugs is a quick way to earn cash but it’s not really something I’m proud of, Y’know? I just thought it would be better if I kept you out of that portion of my life. It felt like I was doing the right thing at the time…but like I said…idiot.” He breathed a laugh, admiring your small upturned smile.

“Eddie? No more secrets. If I didn’t think I could handle it I would’ve left a long time ago. You gotta stop acting like I need to be sheltered from you. From your life. I want this, okay? I want you.” Eddie placed his hand over yours giving it a tight squeeze.

“No more secrets, promise.” He looped his pinky with yours. A subtle gesture the two of you often shared. “I’ll tell you everything. Y/n, I was never ashamed of you. Not for a second. The day you kissed me before that pep rally? I had to stop myself from running across the court and yanking that microphone out of Jason’s hands to tell everyone about it.” You laughed at the thought. “I mean it! No one else makes me as stupid as you do.” Eddie snaked his arm around your waist and moved in close, relieved you would allow him to hold you in his arms again. “But no more hiding. Tell me the time and place, I’ll be there to kiss you breathless.” He buried his face into your neck, smiling against your skin in between kisses. You pushed against his chest, laughing at the sensation. “There’s no one else for me, sweetheart. It’s you and only you.”

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hello, lovely! so so happy to see you writing again, you're really one of my fave writers here 🥹 if you want, would you mind writing a fluffy best friends to lovers one with eddie where he accidentally overhears nancy and robin talking about reader's feelings for him, and how the reader feels like she should just give up on her feelings towards eddie because it seems like a hopeless case lmao i'm sorry if it's too specific! ily ❤️

hi! I love you!!! I'm so sorry this took so long, I got stuck in the middle of it with no way out, so I scrapped it and started again. I hope you love it. thank you for the kindest message, you're a star xxx

contains some dubious eavesdropping and lots of fluff. somethin' suggestive towards the end but nothing huge. :-)

[3k (ish)]

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“Hey, handsome.”

Eddie turns to the door. There you are, between the edge of it and the doorframe, socked feet on the step. You’ve got your hands behind your back and you want something.

He smiles at you softly and reaches his hand out without a word. He watches you return the smile and step down onto the porch and towards him. You lift your hand, take the lit cigarette from between his two fingers and lean on the post opposite him.

His eyes linger as you pull it between your lips and inhale, eyes fluttering shut and cheeks hollowing.

“You look nice today,” he tells you.

Your eyes open slowly as you turn your head to look at him. You bring the cigarette down and hold it out to him, twisting back towards the road to blow the smoke out of the corner of your mouth.

As he takes it from you, you say, “Thanks.”

“New top?”

You nod. “Mm-hmm.”

“‘S’pretty. Suits you.”

“Thanks,” you say through another smile. This one’s sly, coy, a wall because he’s complimented you twice and that’s at least one time too many for you. He likes the way he can see how your cheeks warm and how you shift your weight from one foot to the other, fidgeting to stop yourself swooning.

You watch cars go by and listen to the distant sound of Robin’s laugh inside the house, passing the cigarette between the two of you until it’s nothing more than a butt. Eddie throws it onto the gravel at the foot of the porch steps, being gracious enough to save the Wheelers’ nicely varnished wood from being ruined by ash and a filter, and does his best to stomp it out without shoes on.

“Your sock’s gonna get wet,” you tell him.

“‘S’okay,” he says, hopping back up onto the porch and swaying about until he reaches the front door. “C’mon. There’s a mean game of Irish snap waiting for us in there.”

You hum again, only this time it’s a sadder sound. He feels the skip of his heart and the corner of his mouth twitches.

“‘M’gonna stay out here a minute. Need some air.”

“Oh,” he breathes. He takes half a step back towards you. “Okay. You want company?”

You shake your head and it rips something within him. It aches. “I’ll only be a second.”

The ache yawns open somewhere in his chest but he surrenders, returning to the door and leaving it ajar for you as he goes back inside. His mind stays with you as he moves through the house, eyes on his feet and the damp spot on the side of his left sock.

He passes the stairs and as he rounds the corner, he stops dead at the sound of your name.

His ears perk up like an animal and he moves, without thinking, so his back is against the wall.

“-And I get why she feels like that, you know?”

Robin’s pacing. He hears the soft thump of her fluffy slippers each time she takes another step on the carpet.

“She just…” Nancy sighs. “Surely she should try to tell him?”

“Nance, c’mon. You’re, like, the smartest person I know.”

“I just…”

“Nance.”

“He’s just… They’re so close, there’s probably so much we don’t see.”

“She tells us everything.”

Eddie catches his breathing getting heavier and stops, holding it at the hilt with lungs full of air. His hands are splayed across the wall behind him and he’s leaning with all his might, willing the floorboards beneath his feet to stay quiet just for a few moments more. His ears strain because to his right, Steve, Argyle and Jonathan are having some kind of cruelly-timed debate about pizza crusts in the kitchen.

“We can’t know that,” Nancy says. Eddie thinks she sounds sad; he can hear her mouth turning down in the shape of her words, and her fingers are drumming across the glass-topped coffee table, her anxious tell.

“We’ve known her long enough. And we’ve known him long enough. Nothing’s gonna happen.”

“She just seemed so sad. I wish she’d try.”

“It’s not worth it,” Robin tells her, words short and frank. Her repetitive footsteps stop. “Clearly.”

Nancy hums.

“He’s hopeless,” Robin continues. “She’s been pining after him for what? A year?”

“More than that,” Nancy says quietly.

“Exactly! She deserves to be happy, we want her to be happy. So she has to-”

“Move on,” Nancy offers.

“Right.”

“But… We see him all the time. He’s our friend.”

“I guess we just… Help her through it,” Robin says. “Get Steve to set her up or something. Surely we know someone who’s far removed enough from Eddie?”

The colour has drained from Eddie’s face, seeping down his body and through his damp socks and into the floor. The hands keeping him steady on the wall are rendered useless, because he can feel them clamming up and slipping down the tasteless wallpaper the Wheelers have covered their hallway in. He slowly pushes himself up to stand and his head spins, the gaudy florals on the walls blurring to crisp bursts of colour.

What the fuck?

What the fuck did he just listen to?

He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t have listened; it was a private conversation, a private conversation about you. And yet he can’t bring himself to move, ears trained solely on the now-quieter mumblings between Nancy and Robin about how to cheer you up, and…

Andy.

Eddie’s stomach turns at the four letters as he hears Robin say them, louder than she’d been before, bright like a lightbulb.

Andy.

He lives down the street from Nancy, in a big house with a wrap-around porch and a mailbox Eddie probably knocked over at some point in his early teens. He has a good car - better than Steve’s, even - and wears ugly, pasty polo-neck sweaters and pristine tennis shoes. He probably plays tennis, Eddie thinks.

He’s everything Eddie knows your parents would love. Hell, he’s heard you complain more times than you should ever have had to about the sly comments your mother makes, the garden parties and barbecues you’re dragged to on hot Saturdays with the sole purpose of setting the two of you up.

“She hates him,” Eddie hears Nancy tell Robin flatly, their voices hushed again but just loud enough for him to do exactly what he knows he should not be doing.

“But he’s interested,” Robin whines.

“Only ‘cause her parents try so hard. He’s awful, Rob.”

“At least he’d try! I bet he’d take her to Enzo’s if we asked him to.”

“Rob,” Nancy hisses. “You can’t be serious.”

Eddie thought his stomach had dropped out of him a while ago, at the first mention of your name, but he’d been wrong, because he gets that awful sinking feeling once more when he hears the front door close.

In the seconds that follow, everything happens both incredibly quickly and painfully slowly, the way a car crash does, or watching someone fall. You round the corner, footsteps softening as you tread over the rug. Nancy and Robin’s hushed voices stop. Steve throws something at the bin in the kitchen. He misses. Argyle and Jonathan shout. You look up from watching your feet, and your eyes find him, wide and unsure. Eddie dies.

Well, whatever he’s feeling is what he imagines dying is like. There’s a cacophony of sensations and emotions bursting from within his body: firstly, there’s nerves, taking the form of butterflies the way they always do when he looks at you. They’re followed by a wave, though, of shame and, later, dread. He shouldn’t be here. He thinks you have worked out that he shouldn’t be here. He can hear Robin’s slippers again, only they’re getting closer this time, and then she’s at the door, right by his left ear. He can’t tear his eyes off you.

She calls your name, once in a tone so soft Eddie’s surprised it came from her mouth, and then again, only more confused.

He sees her in his peripheral vision as she leans her head around the doorframe and finds him with his back against the wall. She gasps, a quiet, wobbly noise, and then Nancy’s there, too.

You’re still standing a few paces from him, damp socks on the rug, looking at him with an expression that he cannot read.

“Eddie?” you call and he wants to die, he seriously wants to die. The world should swallow him whole for this, spit him out in the pits of Tartarus, let Cerberus have his way with him.

“Oh, god,” he hears Nancy say slowly from her spot beside Robin.

“Eddie,” you say again. “What’s wrong?”

Your face has crumpled into something between concern and remorse. Something unspoken hangs in the stuffy air of the hallway, broken only by the sounds of trash can basketball happening in the next room.

“Uh,” Robin drones, “We’ll, uh… We’re just gonna-” She slides out of the room, past Eddie, pulling Nancy with her by the wrist. “We’ll be in here,” she says, more to you than to him, an unspoken declaration that says come find us if you need us, before disappearing into the kitchen and closing the door.

He’s still looking at you, and you’re still looking at him. You’re about as pale as he feels as he stands upright again.

“What happened?” you ask him.

“I, uh… Fuck,” he stumbles, squeezing his eyes shut and holding the top of his nose. He catches your wince at the curse and the aggravated edge it comes out with. “Uh… Nance and Rob, they were… They mentioned you, I might have… Overheard a couple things.”

He looks away from you as he admits this, that wave of shame more akin to a tsunami now. He’s an asshole. He shouldn’t have listened.

But he did.

“I don’t…” You’re fiddling, fingers winding around fingers, standing before him looking more lost than ever. He chances a glance at you and your face is twisted in confusion. And then it relaxes, mouth agape, as realisation dawns.

“Oh.”

Warmth crawls up your neck. It spreads like wildfire behind your ears, across your scalp, over your cheeks. Everything is hot, the room’s too small, the air’s too close; more than anything, Eddie is too close.

He watches you fidget. You step forward, and your face drops again, wincing like you’re standing too close to a flame, so you step back and turn, moving away from him quicker than he can process. His call of your name falls on deaf ears and ends just as the front door shuts again.

He hears the shuffling of many feet behind the kitchen door but ignores it, pushing himself off the wall and through the hallway. The space is like water, the pressure pushing him down, keeping him from the fresh air - and you.

When he wrenches the front door open he’s hit first with the smell of rain, that hollow, metallic scent. And then it mixes with something like sorrow, and he feels it burrow into his bones, a deep-set melancholy he wants so desperately to fix.

You’re sitting on the porch steps, your back to him, hunched over with your head in your hands. The way your shoulders move gives you away; Eddie’s at your side quicker than he can think to breathe, touching you before really checking that you want that from him right now. It doesn’t seem to matter; you lean into him like always. You hiccup and sniffle, face pressed into his t-shirt without thought, and his arm sits around your shoulder and his fingers press into your shoulder.

“I’m here,” he says, unsteady. “You’re okay.”

“I’m sorry,” you say into his chest. You lean back and press the heels of your palms into your eyes. “I didn’t… You weren’t supposed to find out like that.”

Eddie’s brain is working too quickly for him to keep up with, but he manages to tell you it’s okay. “I’m not mad,” he says, thumb pressing into your jaw, the pads of his fingers on your neck, checking you over.

“I’m mad,” you choke. There’s the hint of a laugh there and he can’t help but return it.

“That’s allowed,” he says. He’s surprising himself with how quickly he’s turned into something solid and reassuring. “Want a do-over?”

You look at him and he aches again, his nose burning. You’re flushed and your eyes are pinker than usual, and as his eyes dance over your lips he sees they’re wet from crying and ripe for kisses.

They twist into a smile and he decides that, for now, that’s better.

“Eddie,” you breathe, coy. You nudge him softly in the stomach with your elbow. “Fuck off.”

“What?” he laughs. “I can leave you out here, if you want. Maybe Andy will come save you from m-”

Your elbow hits his lowest rib this time, with far more force than before, and the gasp he pulls from you is almost comical.

“Eddie,” you hiss, “they did not-”

“Oh, Rob would set you up in a heartbeat.”

You groan and let your forehead fall to his shoulder. And it’s here, where he’s enveloped in the smell of rain and the feeling of you, that he feels something open in his chest, and he speaks before he can stop himself.

“He’s better than me, anyway,” he says quietly, fingers carding through the ends of your hair. “You’re too good for me. Some other boy would be better.”

“Other boys are boring,” you tell him, leaning back. Your voice is small and you can’t meet his eye but it’s the truth; he’s blind to it, apparently, but Eddie Munson is the only boy who has ever interested you. He is the only boy who listens, the only boy who sees you, the only boy you have any desire to know inside and out. You’re not sure you ever will know him completely, but if you spend the rest of your life trying, you’ll be happy doing it.

His fingers dance through the space between the two of you until they find yours, toying with the loose threads of denim at the frayed hem of your jeans. His bigger hand takes yours and you still can’t look him in the damn eye. You’d find a smile if you did, though.

He squeezes your hand and touches your chin lightly with the other, pressing the side of his index finger to the underneath of it to bring your face level with his own.

“Look at me,” he whispers. You obey, because it’s Eddie, and he’s so close and you can smell his uncle’s washing powder and the stubborn stain of pot and you love him.

“We could go for pizza,” he says, just as soft. “How’s Enzo’s?”

“You don’t have t’go fancy on me,” you whisper back. “I like Benny’s more.”

A grin splits his face and you match it, giggling.

“My girl likes burgers, huh?”

“Y’know I do,” you say, squeezing back. “Your girl?”

“Gotta take you on a date first,” he says. “Do it properly.”

“You’re startin’ to sound like a gentleman.”

“I am, aren’t I?”

Your breaths are one and the same by now, your mouths so close together that your vacant space has become his. Your eyes move between his eyes and his lips and you catch his doing the same, and there’s an ache somewhere between your legs that makes you pull your thighs together.

He dips his head just enough, thumb pushing into your chin to pull you closer. You let your eyes shut and feel his lips over yours, slow and distant, before you lean into him. He kisses you sweet, his hand smoothing over your jaw to hold your face like it’s made of gold, and he moves against you with certainty.

He’s determined and as his tongue meets yours you bend into it, relenting. It’s magic, just as you’d imagined all these years.

He releases your hand and grabs your waist in his firm grip. It starts to get slovenly, your hips against his thigh, his tongue everywhere, and your head’s starting to spin.

“You’re gettin’ ahead of yourself,” you say, panting, smiling, pulling back from him to look him in the eye again. He’s all browns, dark lashes and darker irises, never wavering from your sight. “Thought you had to take me on a date first.”

“You’re too pretty,” he says, kissing you gently at the corner of your mouth. His breath blooms across your skin as he speaks. “Got years of not kissin’ you to make up for.”

His fingers dig gently into your sides and you suck in a breath that’s half a giggle.

“Gotta get back at Rob and Nance,” you say as his mouth moves over your jaw and leaves a mark somewhere beneath your earlobe.

He hums and leans back, saying his goodbyes to your skin with one last peck to your cheek, just below your eye.

“I think we owe them,” he says. “I do, anyway. Was never gonna get my ass in gear. Coulda lost you to Andy.”

“Never,” you say without a beat.

“Never,” he says back.

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[upsidedownmvnson]

So nervous in sending in a request…but could you write an angsty/hurtcomfort where the reader never shows Eddie her body and avoids sex? And he shows her how much he loves her body? (Me cuz I absolutely hate my body lol)

my sweet <3 thank you for your courage <3 <3 remember that your body is your home, and your wonderful vessel and its the reason the people around you get to bask in your presence <3 Eddie would agree.

Wrote the story based on what helps me, I hope it helps you too <3

"Are we okay, babe?"

The question made your stomach hurt. Eddie was nothing but sweet all the time, he had always been willing to wait for you, for anything. But lately, it's just been harder. When he touches you, it's a painful reminder that once he saw you naked, he may not... what if he didn't like it?

You'd been dating for months, and he never, ever pushed anything. But you could tell he was cagey, wanting more from you. And even though he never let it show, you could tell he was disappointed. What teenage boy wouldn't be?

You didn't think he'd be hard on you or anything, but, what if he saw what you were offering and he didn't like it.

"Baby?"

Snapped out of anxious thoughts by Eddie's calming touch, you were reminded that he was here, he loved you.

"Of course we are," you whispered, agony peeking through your eyes, caught by Eddie's attentive nature.

"Sometimes, I feel like when I touch you, you recoil." Eddie sounded kind, and you knew he was just communicating his feelings. "I'd like to talk about it."

You didn't want to talk about it. But you couldn't avoid it forever. You picked at your nails, suddenly unable to look him in the eye.

"Honey," he said, voice softer than feathers as he spoke, trying to coax you out of your own head. "What's going on? How can I help you?"

"Mm," you mumbled, "I don't know."

"Well, if you can tell me what you're feeling, maybe I can help figure it out, yeah? I'm always here for you, and I wouldn't judge you for anything."

He could tell you were skeptical, something in his eyes always told you the truth. As you met his puppy dog eyes, your truth was given away to him. You were hurting, and you wouldn't tell him why.

"I just think..." you started, but stopped, picking at your nails again. "Like, what if you go to the next step, and you don't... like me?"

"What?" Eddie looked genuinely surprised, "How could I not like you, baby? I love you."

"I know that," you replied, "but what if you see... and you want something different."

"Baby, I don't know what you mean."

"I don't look like Chrissy," you whispered, "or any of the cheerleaders."

Eddie smiled sadly, finally realizing what you were saying. He was disappointed in himself that he'd never seen it before. From refusing to swim at Steve's on the hottest days of the year, to the big sweaters mid july. You were hiding. You wanted to hide from him. And he should've noticed, he should've been proving you wrong.

"Baby," he cooed, running his thumb over your cheek. "I don't want you to look like them, and I hope you don't want that either. I like you and how you look. Be nice to your body, baby, it's the only one we got."

"But-"

"No buts. I'm not accepting buts, unless it's..." he winked, and you giggled. "Seriously, my love, I can already tell you with confidence, that I love every fucking inch on this beautiful body." He ran his fingers down your neck, sending shivers down your spine, and he toyed with the hem of your sweater. "Can I show you?" he asked, and sensing your hesitation he added, "say stop and I'll stop."

You nodded, totally hypnotized by the ticklishness of how softly he was touching you.

He smiled at you, all loving and tender and kind, and you could've melted right there. One hand sliding to your hip, the other cupping the side of your neck, he brought his lips to the side of your throat, planting gentle kisses there.

The hand on your hip slowly slid the fabric up, detaching himself from kissing you only to pull the sweater over your head. Instinctively, you moved to cover your chest, but Eddie stopped you, using a soft grip to interlock your fingers, and move them to his hands, kissing each knuckle.

"I love holding your hands, they're so soft," he whispered, "I like when your nail polishing is chipping, and every time you redo it you make sure to show me."

"I like your arms," he said, trailing small kisses up your forearm, stopping at the elbow to switch to the other side, giving the soft skin there the same treatment. "I like when you wrap them around me, and snuggle into my chest. I like how they feel when you let me cuddle with you."

Eddie used his hold on your hand to guide you to the couch, asking you sit by gently guiding you by pushing your shoulder. His hands reached for the hem of your shirt, and he stopped, checking your face for any uncertainty before he removed it, leaving you in a bra.

You sucked in air, nearly choking on it. Eddie moved you again, having you lay down on the couch. You kept your eyes on him, unable to focus on anything else but his praises.

"I'm gunna keep your pants on, okay? I don't want to... not like this, not while you're unhappy."

He wedged himself in between your thighs, hovering above you with a goofy grin. "Do you like this?"

"Yes," you whispered, sucked into the beauty of his eyes. You wanted to say more, scream about how much you loved him. But you were frozen, too vulnerable to speak.

"I love your shoulders," he said, leaning down to place a trail of kisses down each side, "and your chest," and his kisses traced kisses between your breasts. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, equally as hypnotized as you. "And your tummy," he said, as if he'd seen it a thousand times but this was the first. "It's hot, you're hot, I mean, it's so soft, and I can't-" he grinned, "I can't pull my eyes away baby, I really don't know how you thought I wouldn't like this."

He kissed, and nibbled, and sucked himself across your stomach, leaving a trail of light hickies across the skin.

"You... you like it?" you asked, blush creeping onto your cheeks. He smiled softly up at you, removing his lips from just above your navel.

"I love it," he replied, leaning up so he could use his hands to run his open palms down the sides of your body, you shivered at the sensation. "Every inch, I meant that."

Your heart was racing, with anxiety and with excitement. You loved how it felt, but you couldn't push down the feelings. But, he was helping.

"It's okay," he said, smile as gentle as ever. He pulled you up by your elbow, conjuring a band tee from nowhere and helping you put it on. "Baby steps," he said, helping your untuck your hair from the collar. "We'll work on it together baby," he said, cuddling up with you, spooning you from behind, and placing kisses against the shoulder that peaked out from the opening of his shirt. "You're worth it, you're worth every minute."

"I love you," you whispered, falling into comfort with him there. He sighed contentedly, nuzzling his nose into your hair, smelling the florals of your shampoo.

"And I love you," he said, voice tickling the back of your neck. "But can we make a promise?"

"What kind?"

"Promise me you'll talk to me, when things get sad or scary in your head. I'm your guy, I'm here to help."

"I promise," you said, interlocking your fingers, "you're my guy," you repeated softly.

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[whoahoney]

Good for You

Eddie Munson x Reader request

Summary: Stuck babysitting the newly single reader at a party, Eddie Munson spends the evening with her and in return, she gives him a legendary ride home.

Content Warnings: 18+ smut, afab/Fem!reader, plot & porn, some angst, protected p in v, oral m&f receiving, mentions of overstimulation, pet names, squirting, Eddie’s a lil dom-y, mature language and themes, alcohol & drugs, shitty ex is present, spitting, mentions of reader being cheated on, lots n lots of fluffy kisses and bonding, & no mention of Y/n (please let me know if I missed anything)

A/N: requested by @josephfakingquinn and me

Smut prompt: sloppy road head with Eddie

Thank you for requesting, babe, this was so fun to expand and write!

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“Go on, in you go!” Eddie managed through his relentless giggles as he spun his classmate towards the passenger side of his van. Her loud cackles bounced off the end of the cul-de-sac and echoed all around them, the sweet melody of her laughter pulling at the corners of Eddie’s cheeks while he struggled to keep her still.

“Eddie, c’mon, one more time!” She said out of breath as he lifted her frame up and into the seat with her help. They'd been dancing their entire trip to the car, Eddie smoothly spinning her around under his arm and whirling the pair of them across the lawn.

Now he struggled to get her buckled, “If you keep spinning you’re gonna hurl.” He said as she leaned out of the open door to be difficult, and settled her arms over his shoulders as he tried to turn her back to face the front.

Eddie chuckled easily as she beamed at him, his large hand sprawled against her bare thigh to keep her still as he wrapped the seat belt over her and clicked it into place. The girl had pleasant surprise flash in her eyes and she started clapping for him. “We did it!” She congratulated before he shut the door with a shake of the head, his smile still lingering.

“Thanks again for taking her home.” Nancy said from the lawn, holding his lunchbox for him as she’d watched Eddie buckle in her inebriated friend.

“No problem—kinda got a soft spot for her.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal. Nancy chuckled before stepping closer and handing over the lunch pail.

“Listen, she’s not always like this, a-and I would’ve driven had I known—“

“It’s all good, Wheeler. I know she needed it.” He nodded in understanding.

The waiting girl watched the exchange from her seat in the car, only able to go off their lips to tell what they said. Then she remembered she didn’t have such a skill. To her it looked like Nancy was taking her sweet time batting her big brown puppy dog eyes at Eddie when she should already be half-way to taking his pants off.

Eddie placed a hand on Nancy’s shoulder and nodded before taking a step back from her off the curb. Nancy said something else, which made Eddie laugh. Deciding she’d waited long enough, she cranked down the window.

“Ope, there she is.” Nancy said affectionately, her eyes now trained on her dear friend hanging out of the window as Eddie watched through the windshield in amusement.

“Hi, Nance.” She sang with a light smile and propped her chin on her hands. Nancy waved and took some steps towards the car. “I just wanted to say thank you for hooking me up with the cutest ride. I promise I’ll be good.” She placed her hands on top of Nancy’s before her eyes shamelessly darted to Eddie who blushed at the comment.

Nancy chuckled, “No worries, just get home safe, and call me when you get there—no stops or detours!” She eyed her friend’s pink nose and tear stained cheeks and smiled when her friend nodded in agreement with her fingers crossed.

Nancy was wise enough to know her friend wasn’t above revenge. Especially if that revenge had anything to do with a certain no-good-two-timing Calvin Mayes. Nancy received the call earlier that week, her friend blubbering out of embarrassment and heartbreak.

Calvin hadn’t had a deep hold on her, per say, but the girl couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong with her when she’d caught him cheating with Melinda Garvey in his car during lunch. He’d barely tried to go past missionary with her, let alone fuck her during lunch. What was wrong with her? Why hadn’t he asked her? Why didn’t he just break things off first? Everyone had known about it, and for whatever reason, her oblivion had become the biggest joke.

‘How was it not obvious?’

‘I would’ve never believed that shit about life-long friends, do you see the way they talk to each other??’

‘I bet she wasn’t putting out.’

‘What do you think she’s gonna do?’

‘She’s a ticking time bomb, there’s no telling…”

Even Nancy had worried her friend would do something rash, like the time she found out Pete Harris wrote unsavory things about their friend Susan on the boys' room stall last year.

So much screaming… too much bubblegum… the boy was bald all winter.

As the three of them sat talking, the giggly girl throwing passive compliments Eddie’s way as Nancy observed the building tension between them, they hadn’t noticed the group of letterman’s lingering in the driveway; watching, waiting…

From the moment she’d seen Eddie at Steve’s party, she was determined to talk to him. The girl had been crushing on him for almost two years now, and tonight would be the night she took her chance. Eddie had captivated her from the moment she saw him walking to class, his defensive scowl etched on his face.

She’d caught his nervous glance a few times since—really any time they found themselves in the same room. But his lips always remained in a flat line before snatching his dark gaze away. This made her wonder if she rubbed him the wrong way.

But tonight was different. Tonight, Nancy had spotted her friend’s red face and running mascara at the sight of her new ex and was determined to get rid of the problem before it turned ugly for everyone involved, so she did what any good friend would do, and took her hand to lead her far away.

Eddie had been camped out next to the patio doors in the kitchen, waiting around with his box of goods to sell when Nancy stumbled up hand in hand with the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. Immediately he knew who she was; kind of a wallflower, a legendary temper, a good student, typically stayed out of trouble, and of course, freshly and publicly dumped by one of the coolest guys on the baseball team.

He noticed her tear streaked cheeks and solemn face, her eyes to the floor as Nancy spoke for her. “Eddie! Please, do me a solid and watch her for a second—and don’t let her drink anything!” She yelled over her shoulder after she parked her friend on the wall next to him.

Eddie didn’t protest but he looked shocked as he watched Nancy storm over to a group of boys, a familiar laugh at the center of them all; Calvin. The girl next to Eddie sniffled, taking a few steps to the kitchen island filled with bottles, as if she hadn’t heard Nancy’s instructions. She tried not to pout as she poured some vodka.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa—uh-uh, Wheeler said so.” He said, stepping forward and taking the red cup from her mouth.

Her eyes shot open, pink and swollen like her nose, “Give it back, freak!” She spat without thinking. Eddie grimaced, still holding the cup out of reach, almost unfazed. She froze, her mouth gaping.

The image in front of him almost made his own bottom lip stick out as he watched her eyes well up with more tears before she spoke. “I-I’m so sorry—I don’t-I don’t think you’re a freak.” She rasped with a quivering lip and shaking head. This was not how she planned to speak to him for the first time, by any means.

Eddie shook his head, his hand comforting her back and his other placing the cup on the counter, “Nah, no, don’t mention it. You, uh, you okay?” He asked, scanning down her face.

He could tell she was fighting hard to keep her eyes away from the loud entryway on the other side of the living room as she shook her head without thinking and then stuttered her movement until she nodded. “Yeah. Yeah I’m okay. Just drunk.” She said quietly and clearly.

He knew better though. She wasn’t stumbling like Nancy or slurring, she didn’t reek of alcohol, no. Her perfect shade of pink was of sorrow and not drunkenness. “Hey,” He whispered, eyes full of care as he stared into hers intently. “Do you want anything?”

Her eyes cleared of tears, but longing filled them as he waited for her answer. Her eyes darted around in thought, landing on his lunchbox, but not long before she looked his whole frame over with pleasure, and he saw it. “Yeah, I do.” She nodded, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth as he set his box on the counter.

“—If you have a blunt already rolled, it’d be greatly appreciated.” She said, wiping her face one last time and waited patiently.

Eddie pointed at her in confirmation and dug to the bottom before retrieving a small baggie containing prerolls of different kinds. “My fattest blunt for the prettiest girl.” He smiled, holding it between them. She scoffed and smiled back up at him, a warm and teasing sparkle filling her eye as she stepped forward to take it.

He pulled it back and eyed her suspiciously, “Are you sure you’re good with this? Y’know I’ve never seen you smoke at one of these before.” He said smoothly, an easy smile on his face as he leaned up against the edge of the granite, her mirroring him with a heavy lidded stare and smile on her lips.

She gasped jokingly, “So you have been watching me…” she chuckled, taking another step closer to him and hoping he wouldn’t step back.

He didn’t.

His neck craned down to look at her better, the smell of her sweet perfume tickling his nose above the stale smoke lingering in the room.

“Can you blame me?” He asked above a whisper and chuckled, his real smile spreading across his face as she giggled with shining eyes.

“How’s about,” She cooed, “I buy this off you and you smoke it with me.” She bit her lip, averting her gaze to the floor between their shoes. “I could probably use some help.”

This evening she wore some strappy heels with her little dress, much different than her regular attire as opposed to Eddie, who still had on the clothes he wore to school and Hellfire. She reached into her purse and pulled out a fifty dollar bill to hand to him.

His eyes went wide, “Sweetheart, I don’t have a lot of change—“

“So? Is that enough?”

He stuttered a response, “I mean, y-yeah, but fifty could get you s-so much more than just a blunt, you know?” He chuckled uneasily when he noticed how she watched his lips as he spoke.

‘Is she drunk? Does she want me to be her rebound? Did someone put her up to this?’

“How’s about..” she reached for his hand and put the bill in his palm before closing it. “—you take my fifty and you show me… how far it’ll get me.” She said quieter than before. Eddie caught a gasp in his throat, his eyes wide before he swallowed.

“I, um, we could, like, uh—“

‘Fuck just get it together, pussy, this could be your one shot.’ He berated himself.

“—get outta here?” She suggested easily, an eager gleam taking residence in her eye.

Eddie smiled and nodded, all of his teeth exposed behind his beautiful, full, and framing lips. “I could take you…” he searched, hoping nothing he said sounded too presumptuous. For all he knew this was a ruse.

“Later you could take me home… if you wanted to...” She bit her lip and reached out to trace the chains at the cuff of his leather sleeve.

Eddie’s face burned, his cheeks a pretty pink as he nodded, “I’d love to.”

She noticed his blush almost immediately and chuckled. “But for now,” she said cooly, placing her hand on his face and feeling his temperature, “—you’re gonna take me out back. C’mon.” She giggled at his reaction to her wording as she led him to the backyard.

There were a few stragglers hanging around the back porch fire pit, but most of them were outside to grab some air or a quick smoke before heading back inside with the exception of these two. They sat side by side on a bench, staring into the roaring flames of the fire in front of them while they made comfortable conversation and passed the blunt back and forth.

“Thanks by the way.” She said after a while. Eddie crinkled his brow in a questioning manner. She scoffed lightly. “Everyone's been… gawking at me ever since…“ she shrugged, shaking her head as she looked at him knowingly. “—things ended with Cal. Like I’m just the ‘desperate, pathetic ex’, when I didn’t even like him that much— I felt like he didn’t even like me most of the time. We had some fun, but there wasn’t any love lost, you know? But it’s like they’re just waiting for me to explode. Like they wanna see something happen, y’know? Like I’m not… a person? I dunno.” She rambled quietly towards the flames licking the glowing amber logs.

He nudged her shoulder, “Oh, I know, maybe better than anyone else.” He took a toke and looked at the flames dancing in front of them as he captured her attention. “Everyone’s always picking on me trying to get me to snap and do something crazy, y’know, cause the whole town freak thing.” He winked and exhaled as she nodded with a wince, placing a hand on his thigh. “People like what fits their narrative, babe. They’re gonna talk. But—“

“I meant it—“ She blurted. “—when I said I don’t think you’re a freak.” She said. His eyes met hers and his brows raised in surprise. “I’m sorry.” She said again with a sincere nod. At this, Eddie pushed hair away from her pained face. He’d seen her right after the incident, her jaw clenched and brow knit together for the rest of the day, pouting as if she’d only been in an argument.

But this looked like pain. Like she couldn’t bear to let him think for one moment she had ever thought of him or referred to him as ‘the freak’. He shook his head in gentle disbelief at her before he nodded. “I know.” He said, letting his hand cup her cheek comfortingly, his finger tips playing with the hair around her face. They held their gaze a moment longer before she brought the blunt back up to her lips.

She looked up at his eyes, once so dark and hard from across the room, now so warm and soft in the firelight. So full of sincerity.

“For what it’s worth…” she handed him the blunt, “I’ve always thought he was a piece of shit and that you’re too good… for him and anyone else...” He said lowly and close to her ear.

She nodded. “He really is…” she snickered, though her eyes watered and her mouth tensed. “I…I never wanted to be good for him.” She whispered as if she had just realized it. He daringly leaned down to touch her forehead with his own.

“You shouldn’t have to. You shouldn’t have to want to be good for anyone. Just you.” He affirmed. She smiled and nodded against him.

“Thank you.” She whispered again taking a small gasping breath.

“Y’know, I should thank you, too.” He said just as quietly before taking a hit.

She pulled away to look at him with a shaking head and arched her brow as she took the blunt from him and puffed. “I got to hang out with the prettiest girl at the party tonight.” He’d faced her, his legs straddling the bench they occupied and his arms coming to rest clasped around her hip. Her arm snaked up his shoulder for her fingers to play with his curls, the two of them wrapped up so comfortably you’d think they’d been here before.

“Don’t take too much! You’ll turn your pretty lungs black.” He’d teased as she took a deep inhale. She opened her eyes as she passed it back to him and rolled them before exhaling.

“I’m no—ot a complete newb—ie.” She coughed away and into her fist while he laughed at her, his forehead resting on her shoulder as he did.

She leaned into him for a moment after she gathered herself. Eddie sighed contently, though the warmth building in his core would soon betray him if he didn’t get out of here in the next few minutes. “Hey,” he whispered close to her ear, getting her attention turned to him and their noses grazing. Neither of them cared to move.

“You want that ride now?” He asked quietly, the crackle of the wood burning and the heat of the fire filling her senses behind his whisper. She bit back her smile and nodded.

Eddie shot her a hopeful grin and stood, holding out his hand to pull her up with him. She took his offer and giggled when he tugged, taking no hesitation in wrapping an arm around his waist and keeping her other on her purse. Eddie merrily swung his lunch box beside him, throwing his arm over her shoulders as they walked.

He led them through the packed house, bathing in the feeling of leaving with the prettiest girl in attendance with her arm around him, keeping him close enough to tell her intoxicating perfume was vanilla and something else, like summer. When the front door was in sight she pulled him back to the middle of the living room, a real smile wide on her face.

“You have to dance with me first!” She shouted over the music, freeing his hand of his lunch box and spying Nancy approaching her through the crowd. She handed it off without a word and twirled under his obedient hand. He chuckled at her as she jumped around merrily and tugged him along, trapping his other hand in hers and easily steering him around.

She giggled and shrieked with joy the more he jumped and turned with her, their hair flaring out around them, both of them capturing the bewildered looks of their peers as the Soft Cell song played. But they didn’t see anyone past one another’s smiles. She pulled him close and held his cheeks, his far away eyes trained on hers, and for a moment he thought she’d kiss him.

She went for his ear instead to ask, “Ready to go?” Her chest heaved. He looked at her hopeful gaze and nodded, allowing her to twirl him to the front door, whatever kept her laughing.

And now they were here, seconds away from driving off into the night together, no telling what could happen between them, when suddenly a voice boomed in the empty street.

“Babes! What are ya doin in there?!” Calvin slurred, staggering across the lawn, his perfectly lush hair bouncing as he did. Nancy grumbled and rolled her eyes, thinking she’d seen them pile back into the car they arrived in earlier and drive away. Eddie tensed when he saw the familiar jocks make their way to them, the numbers making him feel uneasy.

The girl in the car bravely leaned out the window, bracing herself on her forearms. “I dunno, Cal, what were you doing in your car on Monday?” she propped her chin on her fist as the boys behind her ex ‘ooo’d.

Cal blinked in response, Eddie’s cheeks heated when he caught the boys intimidating gaze. “You think it’s funny?” He asked her as she stifled a chuckle at his anger. “This is how you’re getting back at me? By-by leaving with-with him? Don’t you have any self respect left?

She shook her head, “You’re pathetic.” She scoffed with a smile, “I’m glad you dumped me. Because if I had dumped you like I planned, you wouldn’t have left me alone anyway.” She shook her head with disgust nagging at her features. Eddie and Nancy exchanged shocked glances through the windshield, smiles of pleasant surprise growing. “If I wanted to get back at you, there’s a thousand things I could do. But going home with Eddie,” she glanced at him again, her smile spreading involuntarily, “that’s for me.” She winked at the blushing boy in front of the van.

Calvin stood, his mouth stuttering without making any words. “Eddie?” She’d asked, his ears perking immediately at her call, “Can we go now?” that familiar sparkle returned to her eyes as she looked at back up at him.

Eddie didn’t answer, instead he ran around the front of the van and hopped inside with a smile. Calvin approached the van further, his confusion evident by his crinkled brow. “Y’know, i-it makes sense you’d go for the freak. At least Melinda doesn’t—“

She spat a fat wad of saliva in his face, halting his sentence right when he thought he had an edge. Nancy didn’t want to enjoy her friend’s antics but she couldn’t help it, Calvin really was a prick.

“Goodbye, Calvin. I hope you learn how to make a girl cum someday.” She saluted him out the window and plopped back into her seat. Her tits jostled in her dress and she hoped Eddie saw as he turned the engine over and shifted it into drive.

She blew Nancy a kiss, watching her walk back up to the house, leaving the dumbfounded baseball team waiting for their stunned friend to come back to earth after his assault, and Eddie peeled off from the curb, leaving Calvin Mayes in the dust.

Her contagious laughter returned as they drove away. Eddie noticed she was out of her seat belt and scooting closer to him. They both wore broad smiles, Iron Maiden played on the radio and she turned it up, “Running Free, right?” She asked above the music.

He did a double take of her genuinely curious eyes and nodded, “Yeah, it is.” He chuckled in disbelief and shook his head.

“What?” She asked above the music.

He shook his head again and looked at her, “You’re amazing.” He shrugged as if it were simple. And to him it was.

She smiled and sang the few lyrics she knew for him, Eddie joining in soon after to fill in the rest as they shared in their laughter. He didn’t hesitate in throwing his arm around her as she snuggled up closer to him.

Her hand went right to his thigh, the touch sending a jolt up his leg and to his already throbbing core. His heart stuttered and his lungs searched for breath as she began a steady stroke, up and down, up and down his long thigh. Her other hand intertwined with his hanging around her shoulder. “S’this okay?” She asked, her wide eyes resembling that of a doe.

He nodded as he tried to keep his eyes on the road ahead. “Y-yeah, more than—ugh—” He struggled,”—more than okay, sweet girl.” He chuckled nervously as her hand inched higher.

“I’s hoping you’d say that.” She giggled, her nose so close to his neck, the smell of leather and his cheap spiced cologne so warm and inviting.

He braked smoothly at a four way stop, not a car in sight. He turned to her, her head leaning on his shoulder delicately, her shining eyes peering up at him in wait. The warm and sweet scent she wore that had been driving him mad tickled his senses one more time—

Honeysuckle.

Her perfume was vanilla and honeysuckle. Sweet like the summer breeze of an evening, like eating a melting vanilla ice cream cone next to the honeysuckle bush of his childhood home as the sun went down and turned the sky lavendar.

Her eyes sparkled up at his, her lips red and plump and shining. Almost pleading with his lips for a kiss. His mouth watered before he swallowed nervously. “You were?” He asked in confirmation.

She nodded, the movement barely visible though he felt it on his shoulder. “Yeah.” She said quietly, gazing at his lips longingly one last time. Eddie felt electricity come alive in his chest, surging him forward and slotting his bottom lip between hers and cradling her jaw with his free hand. His arm that was wrapped around her shoulders pulled her closer, eliciting a moan from her lips as he did.

Just as she licked into his warm and waiting mouth someone behind them laid on their horn, forcing them apart with a jolt of panic. They both gasped softly when they opened their eyes and remembered themselves.

Eddie chuckled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as she leaned back, still sitting in the middle of the bench seat, her chest quietly heaving. “Shit, sorry,” he said to no one in particular, and pulled forward, the ghost of his smile lingering on his shining lips.

She licked her lips, collecting the last remnants of his taste on her tongue and swallowed it, wondering if his cum tasted as sweet as his mouth did.

Wild Child by WASP started as the Iron Maiden song ended. Eddie did his best not to look over at her and grin, his crush on her driving him hopelessly mad over the last two years she’d spent at Hawkins. He hoped the dark concealed the throbbing cock in his pants, though he’d be disappointed to know she was currently eyeing it.

He’d wanted to ask if she’d come home with him, or if he should ask if she’d wanted to go out first. Then he wondered if she was even interested in more than fooling around, if she’d even want to sit through a meal with him or go see a band perform at some hole in the wall like he’d probably ask.

Before he could even ask where she wanted him to take her tonight, she was leaning over, her hand shamelessly massaging his dick. “Ohhhh, shit, sweetheart—fuck, what are you doing? Oh, shit what are you doing?” He asked breathlessly as her mouth got involved, practically making out with his tip through the strained denim.

She picked her head up slightly to look up at him, “You want me to stop—s’it too much?” She nearly gasped. Eddie shook his head almost painfully, his lips trying to mutter ‘No, no.’ as she smiled conivingly before tugging his zipper down and unbuttoning his pants.

‘Cause I’m burning, burning, burning up with fire…

So come turn me on and turn the flames up higher…’

She stuck her hand in, massaging him through his soft boxers and making him moan pathetically as he fought to keep his eyes open and on the road. “Ohh-ohhh, fuck,” he whined.

She laid her head back down on his shoulder and spoke saccharinely in his ear, “C’mon, get us to your place—“ she nibbled and sucked on his ear, “and you can do whatever you want to me.”

She resumed stroking his cock, a painful sigh slipping through his teeth. “Are you—are you sure?” He breathed. Instead of answering, she lowered her face to his lap and tugged his pants down, his length now free. His flushed tip was already glistening for her. She moaned as she lapped it up, closing her mouth around the tip and sucking.

An almost pained cry escaped him as she suckled at the most sensitive part of him. “Baby, you don’t have to—“

“Shut up, Munson—“ she pulled off to say with a smile and a bite in her voice, and buried his cock back in her mouth as quickly as she spoke. She deliberately dove down as far as she could go to gag herself, the sound and feeling of her throat closing around his tip and shaft making him press harder on the gas than he meant to.

She bobbed up and down, unafraid of hitting the back of her throat as the spit continued to fill her mouth. Her head began to feel more warm and fuzzy than the weed had provided and the space between her thighs grew wetter the more he lost control of his mouth and sounds. She relished his praise, never understanding how powerless girls got for boys, but now she knew.

In between each downward surge, she’d delicately trace the veins of his shaft with her tongue, her spit practically leaving a puddle beneath his balls.

Her lips and chin were covered in her drool, her eye makeup sliding down her face as she worked, but it wouldn’t matter to him. She groaned when she felt his hand at the back of her hair, tangling his fingers in her messy curls and keeping a firm grip on it, but letting her keep the pace.

They came to another stop, each of her tongue lashes provoking a whine from Eddie’s lips as his hips involuntarily bucked into her mouth. “I never woulda thought—oh, fuck— that you’d be so—fucking dirty.” He strained.

She pulled off of him and replaced her mouth with her hand, the sloppy head leaving her with plenty of lubrication to slide and twist her wrist at the head of his cock as she whispered in his ear, the light turning green. “People like what fits their narrative, yeah?” She traced a line with her tongue up the column of his neck, feeling him clench his jaw and whine almost shamelessly as she pressed a kiss just below his ear, “I’ve been dreaming of fucking you for too long, Eddie… I wanna—“ she sighed euphorically into his shoulder, “—I wanna be good for you, Eddie, and-and I knew you wouldn’t—” she kissed his neck with her wet lips, lightly sucking little patches of his skin here and there as she pleased and losing herself in him.

“W-Wouldn’t what?“ he gently pulled her off him by the back of her neck, cars passing him as he drove too slowly down the stretch of dark road ahead.

“He—it doesn’t matter.” She moved to resume her kisses on his neck when he flinched away, his hand still on the wheel and hers still on his cock.

“—O-Of course it matters.” He shook his head pleadingly.

She sighed and laid her head on his shoulder, tucking her nose into his neck. “He’d call me…weird—a freak, for wanting to try different things. For wanting more than what he gave me.”

“H-He called you a freak?—F-For that?! And not in a fun way??” He asked through the strain, his eyes bouncing between the road and her as she continued to stroke his cock with her hand. She nodded and he pulled her closer to fuck into her hand and whisper in her ear, “You’re not a freak, baby, you’re-you’re perfect, a dream, even!” He groaned as her pace quickened and she resumed her sweet kisses along his neck with moans spilling out in-between at his praises.

He saw the familiar sign for the trailer park, “Oh, shit, baby, we’re almost there.”

“Then you better cum, Munson.” She challenged, diving back down to his lap as he came up on the turn-in.

“What?!” He cried as she slotted his aching dick back into her mouth and moaned around him while she started a brisk speed. “Oh, oh, fuck—shit, baby, you’re so—fucking good.” He sighed as he turned the wheel, tears welling up in his eyes as he fought the urge to blow his load in her mouth.

Her nails ran up his side underneath his shirt, pressing into his skin deliciously as she dragged them back down, hopefully leaving some marks for him to find in the morning. She moaned again and picked up her speed, her panties stuck to her slick folds. “Fuck—m’gonna cum, fuck!” Eddie cried as the van skidded to a halt in front of his trailer, throwing it in park and slumping back in his seat to relax for the rest of the amazing dream this had to be.

His hand clenched her hair at the nape of her neck, her moan reverberating down his shaft as he pulled her head up to the tip of his cock so he could fuck her face freely. Her hot drool dripped down him as he spurted hot ropes of cum down her throat. “MmmMmMmmMmm…” She hummed around him, as he thrusted, her hands clenched at his hips, keeping him close until she was sure he was done.

He sighed deeply, a long moan slipping out with it. His fingers lovingly rubbed the roots where he pulled her hair as she lifted her face off of his hot, wet dick and tucked him back inside his pants. She avoided looking him in the eye under the guise of nonchalant confidence but really she worried about where things would go next. Had she gone too far? Would this solidify her spot as a slut now?

“You are absolutely… oh my god..” he said breathlessly, scanning her absolutely ruined face for any kind of regret, yet he found none. Her makeup was close to gone but she couldn’t have been more beautiful to him in this moment. “C’mere,” he whispered and pulled her chin to him, capturing her in a hungry kiss, tongues and teeth carelessly clashing as they whined and moaned for each other. Eddie almost got hard again at the taste of himself lingering in her mouth.

He wanted to lay her back in the seat, but knew she deserved better. He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, laying them down inch by inch until he reached her ear. “Let me take you inside and show you how the freak can make you cum on his tongue.” He flicked his tongue like a madman when he pulled away, sparks flying between her legs at the sight. Her eyes fluttered closed and a wanton sigh escaped her as he began his kisses down her neck again until she nodded.

Eddie smiled and pecked her lips one last time before opening his door, his pants still unzipped. He stepped out, adjusting his jacket and hair (though it didn’t help) before clearing his throat and holding out a hand for her to take. She chuckled at his state and worried what she must look like, herself, but then she looked back up at his eyes and saw the way he stared at her. All of those worries drifting away with the cool night air.

Eddie looked like he was floating away on cloud nine as he shut the door and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Right this way, m’lady.” He assisted her up the steps with a delicate hold on her hand and opened the door from behind her, his arm wrapped around her keeping her close to his front. She felt his fingers stroke lightly, grazing around her hips as he guided her inside.

Eddie’s heart felt heavy when he shut the door behind him and saw her taking in the front room. He wondered what her house must look like, if it was on cinder-blocks or had high ceilings. She turned to him with an easy smile. “I have that same mug.” She pointed to a cow mug in the corner. “And that one too!” She chuckled at the Garfield on the shelf.

Eddie’s face lit up as he shrugged off his jacket and slung it over the arm of the couch. “Yeah? I want proof. That guy right there—“ he pointed at the cow mug, “—one of a kind.” He failed to keep the smile off his face as he approached her. Her smile grew as he wrapped his arms around her and stroked down her back.

“I’m willing to bet the bottom of it says it was made in Taiwan.” She nodded, bumping his chin with her own as she did. Eddie rolled his eyes in defeat, “Shit. Busted. Now how am I supposed to have breakfast with you sometime?” He mumbled in her ear and began hot slow kisses on her neck.

“Mmm—I can think of a few ways…” she smiled at him and tugged him to her by his shirt, continuing their kiss from earlier and beginning something completely new and beautiful and pure.

He’d laid her down, completely bare, on top of the blanket of his bed and ate her pussy until she was crying for his cock. It didn’t take long for him to give in, his member standing rock hard the moment he got her down to her panties. They’d been covered in sweat before he even got a condom on despite the chilly air of his bedroom.

He’d rendered her brain useless as he filled her, every thrust pushing all words farther from her head besides yes, god, Eddie, and fuck varying in order. She breathed him in, welcoming the feeling of his skin rubbing against hers and his hands roaming anywhere they could, grabbing all the neglected parts that deserved to be cherished.

He’d whisper things in her ear that continued to push her down the spiraling tunnel, coaxing yet another orgasm from her after she said she couldn’t give anymore. “You told me,” he said through his relentless panting, “I could do whatever I wanted to you—“ his hips stuttered and his movements almost stopped, except her flipped them over quickly and sat her up on top to ride. “I got you, baby,” he’d whispered lovingly, “Now cum on my cock, like a good little slut.” He growled, roughening his pace and relishing her warmth gushing all over his lap.

“Oh, yeah, what a good girl, fuck!” He cried as he finally reached his release, his girl taking over and bouncing on his lap as he finished. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck me, yesssssss!” He groaned to the ceiling as her pussy practically sucked him dry, the wet slapping of her ass hitting his thighs was crisp and loud in his small room along with the squeaking of his old spring. She smiled down at him while she rocked on him, watching as he sat in bliss. His eyes closed as he panted and grinned.

“Holy fucking shit.” He said, opening his eyes and looking her over with a dumb smile, as if he’d just stepped off the rollercoaster ride of his life. She smoothed his hair and he smiled wider, pulling her under the covers and kissing every part of her body all over again, until she was giggling and tugging his lips away from her stomach, back up to her own.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

On Monday morning, Eddie was left wondering if she’d actually talk to him at school. He didn’t want to let himself believe she might have used Saturday and Sunday as time to think and toil over it all. Would she be embarrassed?

He sat at his regular seat in the cafeteria, some of Hellfire present for the free breakfast the school handed out. His knee bounced anxiously as he stared into his untouched oatmeal. “Dude, what‘s the problem?” Jeff asked with a nudge of his elbow. Eddie shook his head and ceased his nervous foot.

“Nothing, man—you know how—“ before he could explain, he saw a familiar hand place a coffee cup in front of him, steam rising through the small hole in the lid. Next, she took a wrapped up sandwich that smelled of sausage and egg from a paper bag and sat it next to the cup.

He looked up at her, grinning when he saw her still sleepy eyes and her small smile looking back down at him, her own coffee in hand. Her bag was slung over her shoulder and she wore a green sweater and jeans, something he’d seen her wear a thousand times. And it just so happened to be his favorite.

She stroked his shoulder tenderly before he stood, crinkling his brow and looking at the food as if to say ‘What’s this?’

She shrugged, “Breakfast, right?” Her mouth twitched, trying to conceal her blushing smile that was fighting hard to pry its way onto her lips.

Eddie threw his arms around her and pulled her to him, burying his nose in her hair and breathing in her perfume as he held her. “You’re… unreal. Thank you.” He kissed her head before releasing her and looking at his gaping friends, some others at surrounding tables gawking along with them. He reached over and pulled a free chair to join his at the end of the table and pushed it in as she sat down.

“Gentlemen,” he said with his hands on her chair as she set her bag down on the floor. He didn’t pause as he properly introduced her and picked up the bag to hang off the back of her chair. “—These are the guys, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, and Ned.” Everyone waved lightly, their eyes still wide in disbelief as she greeted them kindly.

“When did you get a girlfriend?!” Ned asked Eddie incredulously.

Eddie’s eyes went wide, but before he could answer and dispute Ned’s claim, she replied, “Friday.” and picked his hand up from her shoulder to kiss his ring before placing it back down. The action made Eddie blush, his eyes all warm and gooey resting on her, massaging her shoulder affectionately. She smiled easily and sipped her coffee.

“Eat, babe, the bell’s gonna ring soon.” She quietly urged, placing a hand on his knee and nodding at his food in front of him. He stared at her in shock, unable to move until her hand was completely retracted from him. He picked up the sandwich and unwrapped it, the melted cheese sticking to the paper making his mouth water along with the sight of fresh sausage. He tried not to moan as he took a bite and chewed carefully.

“Mmm—thank you.” He said again with a groan.

His girl chuckled and shook her head as his friends resumed their conversation from before. “I should be thanking you.” She quoted him, blushing cheeks mirroring his own as he reached between them and pulled her chair closer.

“How’s about,” he whispered, rocking his head side to side playfully, “We take lunch in the van later, huh? What would you say about that?” He stuck an ornery tongue between his lips.

“I’d say…” her eyes darting between his eyes and mouth, “I’s hoping you’d say that.”

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Taglist baddies 🤍

@newshade @loving-and-dreaming

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[hellfiresmaster]

Omg yes there needs to be more Eddie Munson fluff !! Craving it so baddd

I’ve been going thru a rough patch recently. Laid off from work, no boyfriend, friends are distancing themselves… may I please request some cheering up from my favorite metal head?

I am sending you so much love and a big hug :( I hope things get better soon and I hope you like this little blurb :)

Special Day

Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: were a little upset at Eddie in the beginning but it gets fluffy and he makes up for it I swear

Word Count: 873

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The mix of rocks and twigs creaked beneath you as you settled into the ground. You made yourself as comfortable as you possibly could underneath the large boulder. Skull rock was always a safe place for you to go ever since Eddie brought you here when you were younger. Whenever either of you felt overwhelmed or 'just done with everyone's shit' as Eddie puts it, this is where you'd go. He swore it would be a special place just for the two of you. Last year he'd even gone as far as to ask you out right here in this very spot. The thoughts had butterflies stirring in your stomach and a smirk appearing on your face at the memory of Eddie stumbling over himself and his words, trying to convey his feelings for you. 

You eventually allowed yourself to lean back against the enormous rock and take a deep breath, finally able to decompress for a bit and close your eyes. You thought back to every single detail of that day, every word you said to him, every touch, kiss, anything that could give you any sort of clue as to why Eddie had forgotten such an important day like today: your anniversary. Today made a year since you two started officially dating; it was a massive milestone for both of you; how could Eddie have let that slip? You were too wrapped up in your own self-deprecating thoughts to notice tears had been falling while leaving behind dark-colored stains on your blue jeans. You reached for your bag when a noise comparable to footsteps approached you from the woods, and he appeared. Eddie. You quickly tried to compose yourself before he could see and offered him a fake smile as he clumsily made his way to sit next to you.

"Hey, I've been looking for you." His usual playful tone was halted as he stopped in front of you, tentatively putting whatever was in his hands behind his back and speaking as if not wanting to startle your clearly delicate state. He glanced you over carefully, how closed off you seemed but particularly how puffy your eyes were from crying, he assumed. It shattered his heart, and his brain was already driving him crazy trying to figure out what had you feeling like this. "You're here." He motioned to Skull Rock as he sat in front of you instead. "So I know somethings gotta be wrong. Please talk to me." 

"You forgot." It was barely a whisper, but Eddie heard you as you kept your gaze downward at your fidgeting hands. "You forgot our special day..." 

"Baby." Eddie's hands grazed your cheek to lift your face towards him, and he leaned in closer, letting the light and shadow from the scattered trees dance across his skin. Man, he was beautiful, you thought to yourself. Before he could say anything else, he pulled out a small pack of roses with a small pouch attached to them and handed it to you with a crooked smile. "Happy Anniversary." 

You laid the roses on your lap, opened the black velvet pouch, and into your hand fell one of Eddie's favorite skull rings and the most beautiful necklace you had ever seen. It was a silver chain with a red and black guitar pick at the end, engraved in Eddie's handwriting with 'I love you' on one side of it. Your eyes welled up with tears as you glanced back at Eddie in disbelief.

"It's the guitar pic I used at the first show I took you to, where we first kissed, and the ring I thought maybe you could wear for me." Eddie paused before taking your hand and looking into your eyes again. "I could never forget the best day of my life, sweetheart. The day I got to call you mine. I wanted to make it special for you, so I spent all day running around putting that necklace together; I even put together a whole layout in the van with chocolates and roses and all that nice shit you deserve. I just wanted today to be special; I guess I got caught up in it; I'm sorry. And I know it's not the nicest gift ever. You're so fucking special to me; you deserve to be taken out to some nice dinner and shit. Not a guitar pic and a worn-out ring, but-" 

You crashed your lips onto his, rapidly stopping his rambling from getting out of control like it almost always did. Eddie immediately cupped your face between his hands. His lips were soft and pillowy against your own, like they were made for each other. You could feel the gentle tickle of his breath beneath your nose, your fingers carding through his hair as you breathed each other in before separating just enough for your foreheads lean against one another. You loved Eddie; there was no denying that, but the fact that he spent all day preparing the perfect anniversary date and gift for you made you your heart swell. 

"You mean everything to me. I love you so fucking much." He spoke against your mouth, not wanting to pull away much farther.

"I love you too. So much."

Tag list: @luvmunson86 @wickedmystery @hellfire1986baby @roanniom @mariesackler @theoncrayjoy (let me know if you’d like to be removed at any time)

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[thestoryden]

Hi hope this finds you well. I am having a really hard time rn, and was wondering if you could write something about Eddie helping the reader brush their teeth. Thx

-depressed girlie

Ask and you shall receive lovely! I'm sorry you're not doing to good hopefully this cheers you up. I kept it short bc I wasn't sure really were to go with❤

eddie munson x reader warning: language word count: 191

“You have to.” Eddie says flatly. 

You clench your jaw and look at him.” 

“I.Don’t.Want.To.” you say in complete agitation. 

Eddie claps his hands together and points them at you. 

“You can’t not brush your teeth,” he remarks. 

“Eddie. It hurts my face to do it.” you respond pointedly. 

He sticks out his hand with the palm open flat. 

“Give it.” he demands. 

You take the toothbrush and place it in his grasp. He turns the tap on and runs the brush under the cold water. He holds it in front of your face and wraps one hand around your lower jaw. You clamp your mouth in anticipation of what he may do. He takes his thumb and bends the bristles back. Then he releases them, spraying your face with a mist of water. 

“Eddie! What the fuck man!” you screech, “That’s so gross.” 

Eddie begins cracking up in laughter.

“Come on, just do it.” he urges. 

“Ugh, fine.” you comply. 

You shove him towards the bathroom door and slap it closed behind him. 

“I love you,” he calls out, “I just want to see your pretty smile.”

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@sarahisslytherin​

Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots, Fics, Blurbs, Mood Boards, Playlists    Will Write: Eddie, Steve, Fluff, Banter Won’t Write: Dark!Fic SFW/NSFW: SFW Note: Request refusal at author discretion 

@classickook

Request Type: Drabbles, Blurbs  Will Write: Eddie, Steve, Fluff Won’t Write: Dark, Taboo, Poly, SA, Drug Use, ED, SH, Kidnapping SFW/NSFW: Both

@keeryshouse

Request Type: One Shots, Fics   Will Write: Steve, Fluff, Angst Won’t Write: Sad Endings  SFW/NSFW: Both

@seolaseoul

Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots, Blurbs   Will Write: Steve, Eddie, Fluff, Angst Won’t Write: Smut, Dark, Triggers SFW/NSFW: SFW

@foreverrogers

Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots, Head Canons, Blurbs   Will Write: Steve, Eddie, Fluff, Angst Won’t Write: Dark, Non-Con, Dub-Con, RPF SFW/NSFW: Both

@delicrieux

Request Type: Drabbles Will Write: Angst, Fluff Won’t Write: SA, SH, Age-gap,  SFW/NSFW: Both 

@yellowharrington

Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots, Fics, Blurbs Will Write: Eddie, Steve, Fluff Won’t Write: Cheating, Pregnancy, Kids, CNC, Triggers SFW/NSFW: Both

@ssweetleaf

Request Type: One Shots, Drabbles Will Write: Eddie, Steve, Open to Others, Fluff, Angst Won’t Write: SA, Pregnancy, Underage SFW/NSFW: NSFW Note: x reader content only

@s1ater

Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots, Fics, Mini Series, Head Canons, Blurbs, Mood Boards   Will Write: Eddie, Preference: Steve, Fluff, Angst Won’t Write:  SFW/NSFW:Both

@plus-size-reader

Request Type: Fics, Head Canons   Will Write: All Character, Fluff, Angst  Won’t Write:  SFW/NSFW: SFW mostly, open to NSFW

@wildieflower

Request Type: Any   Will Write: All Characters   Won’t Write: Incest, Taboo SFW/NSFW: SFW

@1986harrington

Request Type: One-Shots, Drabbles   Will Write: Steve x Reader Won’t Write: Pregnancy SFW/NSFW: Both

@givemearock

Request Type: Drabbles, One-Shots, Headcanons   Will Write: The Older Teens, The Party, Hellfire Club, Fluff, Angst, Ships   Won’t Write: NSFW,BSFW, Underage, Taboo, Incest, Illegal Ships   SFW/NSFW: SFW

@stranger-than-fictionn

Request Type: One Shots, Fics, Mini Series, Preferences     Will Write: Fluff, Eddie, Steve, Nancy, Robin, Argyle, Jonathan, Hopper, Joyce?, Billy? Won’t Write: Non Con, Fluid Play, Non Canon Deaths,   SFW/NSFW:Both Note: NSFW Requests 18+ Only

@runawaymunson

Fic Concepts Only

@sharpsapphic666

Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots, Fics, Head Canon Will Write: Eddie, Steve, Robin Won’t Write: Major Angst SFW/NSFW: NSFW Mostly

@perksofbeingpayton

Request Type: Any   Will Write: All Characters, Fluff, Angst   Won’t Write: Underage SFW/NSFW: Both Note: Fluff only for younger characters

@hawkins-losers

Request Type: One-Shots, Blurbs Will Write: Fluff, Angst, Robin, Eddie, Billy, Steve Won’t Write: Pregnancy, SA, Non Con, ED, Feet, Anal  SFW/NSFW: Both Note: Requests are subject to author discretion

@cierrawrites

Request Type: Any   Will Write: All Characters Won’t Write: Fluid Play, Underage, Taboo SFW/NSFW: Both

@thatonegirlwhowrites

Request Type:Drabbles,One Shots,Fics,Mini Series, Head Canon, Blurbs Will Write: Fluff, Angst,Eddie, Nancy, Steve, Robin, El, Max, Lucas, Dustin, Mike Won’t Write: SH, SFW/NSFW:Both Note: SFW Only for younger characters

@wannabeschyulersister

Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots, Mini Series, Blurbs   Will Write: Fluff, Angst, Preference: Eddie,Steve, Acceptable: Nancy,Robin,Jonathan,   Won’t Write: Triggers,   SFW/NSFW: Both

@will-on-the-internet

Request Type: Fic Will Write: Eddie x Steve, Reader x: Eddie, Jon, Steve, Robin, Won’t Write: Feet, Abuse, Taboo SFW/NSFW: SFW

@munsonsmuse

Request Type: Fic, Oneshot, Drabbles, Blurbs, Headcanons   Will Write: Eddie, Steve, Fluff, Angst,Fitx-it, Fem!reader, GN!reader, Steamy Won’t Write: NSFW, Dark!Fic, Taboo SFW/NSFW: SFW Note: Angst will always have happy ending per author's preference

@willbyers-buffbunny

Request Type: Fic, One Shots, Imagines, Headcannons  Will Write: Male!reader, FtM!Reader, Crossdressing, Poly, Non- 80s au, Hybrid au, Won’t Write: Fem!Reader, GN!Reader, Gore, Angst, Non-Con, Age Gap.  SFW/NSFW: SFW 

@familyvideostevie

Request Type:Drabbles, Blurbs, Fic Ideas   Will Write: Steve x Reader, Eddie x reader, Fluff Won’t Write: Pregnancy, Violence, Angst  SFW/NSFW: SFW

@upsidedownwithsteve

Request Type: Drabbles, One-Shots   Will Write: Steve x Reader Won’t Write: AU’s, pregnancy, future fics,Dub-Con, Taboo  SFW/NSFW: Both 

@sinclaiirs

Request Type:One-Shots   Will Write: Mostly Steve, Some Eddie Won’t Write: at author discretion   SFW/NSFW: Both

@hellfirexclub

Request Type: Any  Will Write: pretty much anything  Won’t Write: Non Con, Underage  SFW/NSFW:Both 

@lil-stark

Request Type: All   Will Write: Soft, Rom-Com, Fluff, Steve, Eddie Won’t Write: Violence, Gore, SFW/NSFW:Both 

@creelhousesteve

Request Type: One-Shots, Fic Will Write: Robin, Steve,Dark!Fic Won’t Write: SA, Taboo SFW/NSFW: Both

@magicchai

Request Type: One Shots, Drabbles, Blurbs, Headcanons   Will Write: Fem!Reader, GN!Reader, PlusSize!Reader, Steve, Eddie, Platonic!Robin,  Won’t Write: Smut, Drug Use, Drunk SFW/NSFW: SFW

@hellfireclubmember

Request Type:  Drabbles, One Shots Will Write: Steve, Robin, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, Fluff  Won’t Write: SA, Abuse, Slurs, Incest, Taboo  SFW/NSFW:Both Note: Robin x Fem!Reader Only 

@maryam-444

Request Type: Any  Will Write: Fluff Won’t Write:Male!Reader, Non-Con,  SFW/NSFW: Both Note: No more than 4 character per request 

@xtrafluffyteddy

Request Type: Any   Will Write:Steve, Eddie, Steddie   Won’t Write: Non-Con, Graphic Abuse,    SFW/NSFW: Both, SFW preference 

@hellfirewhores

Request Type: One Shots, Fics  Will Write:Steve, Eddie, Robin, Angst, Fluff  Won’t Write: Taboo SFW/NSFW: Both

@guccisweatpants

Request Type: Imagines  Will Write: Steve, Robin, Nancy, Smut, Fluff, Angst Won’t Write:  SFW/NSFW: Both

@constillatedchaos

Request Type: Any  Will Write:  Won’t Write: Stalking, Non-Con, Age Play SFW/NSFW:Both 

@familyvideostevie

Request Type: Drabbles, Blurbs, Fic Ideas  Will Write:Steve x Reader, Eddie x Reader, Fluff, Fem!Reader, GN!Reader,   Won’t Write: Pregnancy, Violence, Angst, Taboo SFW/NSFW: SFW

@wrenniebaby

Request Type: One Shots, Drabbles   Will Write:  Won’t Write: Billy, Chrissy x Eddie SFW/NSFW: Both

@maladaptive-day-dreams

Request Type: Fics, Drabbles, One Shots   Will Write: Eddie, Fluff, Angst, Fluff, Of-Age Characters   Won’t Write:  SFW/NSFW: Note: Request refusal at author discretion  

@eddiemunscum

Request Type: Drabbles  Will Write: Fluff Won’t Write: SA, ED SFW/NSFW: Both

@fanatictypist

Request Type: Drabble, One-Shot   Will Write: Eddie, Argyle, Steve, Robin, Jonathan, Nancy, AUs, Fluff, Some Angst Won’t Write: Non Con, Dub Con,  SFW/NSFW: SFW, Smut requests are last priority 

 @steveharringtonarchives

Request Type: Fic Ideas  Will Write: Fluff, Angst Won’t Write: Non Con, ddlg, Pedophilia, Incest, Taboo SFW/NSFW: Both

@fanfics-i-write-in-my-spare-time

Request Type: Drabbles, Fics, One Shots   Will Write: Fluff, Most Adult Characters Won’t Write:  SFW/NSFW:Both Note:Check Masterlist for characters 

@taiyothewriter

Request Type: One Shots, Drabbles   Will Write: POC!Reader, Male!Reader Won’t Write: Billy, Dead Dove, Dark!Fic SFW/NSFW: Both

@mytheoristavenue

Request Type: One Shots, 2k - 4k  Will Write: All Character, Fluff, Smut, Angst Won’t Write: Jason, Billy  SFW/NSFW: Both Note: Younger characters are fluff only

@chopper-witch

Request Type: One Shots, Drabbles Will Write: Anything, Fluff, Angst, CNC, Preference: Nancy, Robin, Steve, Eddie, Argyle, Jonathan Won’t Write: Underage, Taboo SFW/NSFW: Both

@staticfangz

Request Type: Blurbs, Drabbles  Will Write: Preference: Eddie  Won’t Write: Underage SFW/NSFW: Both

@nostalgiaenthusiast

Request Type: Any   Will Write: Steve, Eddie, Enzo, Robin, Fluff, Smut Won’t Write: Racism, Underage, Taboo,  SFW/NSFW: Both Note: Will not deviate from confirmed sexuality  

@feverdreqmz

Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots   Will Write:  Won’t Write: Dark!Fic SFW/NSFW:SFW 

@jvblood

Request Type: Any   Will Write: Fluff, Angst  Won’t Write: Major Death  SFW/NSFW: Both

@danowie

Request Type:  Drabbles, One Shots Will Write: Anything, Fluff, Smut Won’t Write:  SFW/NSFW:Both  Note: Request refusal at author discretion

@wrenniebaby

Request Type: Blurb, Headcannons   Will Write: Preference: Eddie, Fluff, Acceptable: Nancy, Robin,Steve, Jim, Angst, Smut  Won’t Write: Eddissy, Billy, Underage SFW/NSFW: Both

@denim-mixtapes

Request Type: Fics  Will Write: Preference: Eddie, Steve, Acceptable: Robin, Nancy, Hopper Won’t Write: Heavy Angst SFW/NSFW: Both

@turdmongler

Request Type: One Shots, Headcannons,  Will Write: Anything Won’t Write: Taboo SFW/NSFW: Both Note: No Male NSFW content

@mad-elia

Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots, Fics, Blurbs  Will Write: Preference: Eddie, Fluff, Accepted: Robin, Steve, Nancy, Argyle, Jonathan   Won’t Write:  SFW/NSFW: SFW

@pappydaddy

Request Type:Fic   Will Write:  Won’t Write: Smut  SFW/NSFW:SFW 

@eyedrisaol111

Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots Will Write: Eddie, Jonathan, Argyle, Fluff Won’t Write: Taboo SFW/NSFW: Both

@ridestomars

Request Type: Headcanons, Blurbs, Moodboards, Playlists   Will Write: Eddie, Steve, Nancy, Fluff Won’t Write:  SFW/NSFW: SFW

@bxnnywriting

Request Type: All  Will Write: Eddie Munson Won’t Write: Dub-Con SFW/NSFW: Both

@helpwhatsthis

Request Type: All Will Write:  Won’t Write: S.H. or S.A. SFW/NSFW: Both

@hopefulfuturenovelauthor

Request Type: Fic, One Shot, Mini Series, Drabble, Headcanon Will Write: Some Violence, Some Gore, Reader-Insert: Gender-Neutral, Female,Male Won’t Write: Underage, Unwanted, Forced SFW/NSFW: SFW Only

@eddiesmunsonss

Request Type: One-Shots  Will Write: Most Things Won’t Write:  SFW/NSFW: SFW Only

@0hollowpurple0

Request Type: One-Shots, Drabbles Will Write: Most Things, Male!Reader, Gender-Neutral!Reader Won’t Write: Fem!Reader, Hardcore Kinks SFW/NSFW: Both

@bunnyhoney111

Request Type: All, Fic Preference  Will Write: Female!Reader, Plus-Size!Reader Won’t Write: Male!Reader SFW/NSFW: NSFW Preference

@mvunson

Request Type: All Will Write: Literally Anything Won’t Write:  SFW/NSFW: Both

@eminems-skittles

Request Type: Drabbles/blurbs, One-Shots, Headcanons, etc.  Will Write: Steve, Eddie, Robin, Suggestive, Fluff Prerence,  Won’t Write: characters outside of listed SFW/NSFW: SFW Only 

@petertinglesforbread

Fic Ideas Only  SFW/NSFW: Both No Requests

@sapphireplums

Request Type:  All Will Write: Won’t Write: SFW/NSFW: SFW Only 

@eddiemunsonssoulmate

Request Type:  Fic, 1k-3k word length Will Write: Most Things Won’t Write: Taboo / Weird SFW/NSFW: Both Note: has post FAQ

@where-is-francis

Request Type: All, Headcanon preference  Will Write: specific ideas, Male!reader, GenderNeutral!Reader,Poly Won’t Write: Taboo SFW/NSFW: Both Note: has posted rules list

@aphrogeneias

Request Type:  Drabbles, One-Shots Will Write: Preference: Eddie, Steve, Robin Won’t Write: Dark Fic SFW/NSFW: Both

@theoreticslut

Request Type: Fics, Drabbles, Headcanons, Moodboards Will Write: Eddie,Steve, Nancy, Robin,Jonathan Won’t Write: Taboo SFW/NSFW: Both 

@boldlyvoid

Request Type:  Blurbs, One-Shots and Fics upwards of 10k words Will Write: Eddie Munson x Reader Only Won’t Write: Blowjobs, Piss or Blood play SFW/NSFW:Both

@anangelwhodidntfall

Request Type:Fics, Drabble, and One-shots Will Write: Preference Eddie, Fluff Won’t Write: NSFW SFW/NSFW: SFW

@catonthesideoftheroad

Request Type: All Will Write: Preference:  Eddie, Steve, Nancy, and Robin  Won’t Write:  SFW/NSFW: Both

@thefreakymunson

Request Type: All Will Write: Open Won’t Write: Non-Con, Abuse, Body Fluid SFW/NSFW: Both

@vintageobx

Request Type:  All Will Write: Preference Steve, Eddie, Robin, Jonathan, Nancy Won’t Write: NSFW, Smut SFW/NSFW: SFW

@midnightreid

Request Type: Fic Will Write: Eddie x Steve, Reader x: Eddie, Jon, Steve, Robin, Won’t Write: Feet, Cheating, Abuse, Taboo SFW/NSFW: NSFW

@will-on-the-internet

Request Type:  Fic Will Write: Steve, Jon, Eddie, Robin Won’t Write: Feet, Cheating, Abuse, Taboo SFW/NSFW: SFW

@greengoblinswifey

Request Type: All Will Write: Open, Stepcest Won’t Write: Incest SFW/NSFW: Both

@prettyboyeddiemunson

Request Type: Fics, Drabbles, One-shots  Will Write: Open Won’t Write:  SFW/NSFW: Both, NSFW 18+

@moonlightsolo

Request Type: All  Will Write: Mildly Suggestive Won’t Write: NSFW, Smut  SFW/NSFW: SFW Note: x Reader Fics only

@thestoryden

Request Type: All  Will Write: Vampires, Fantasy, Bullying, Comfort  Won’t Write: Pregnancy, Cops, Race/Ethnicity Fetish SFW/NSFW: Both 

@toomanyfictionalboyfriends

Request Type: All  Will Write: All-Characters, Canon Violence Only Won’t Write: Incest, Pseudo-Incest, Taboo SFW/NSFW: Both Note: NSFW is 18+ Only, All-must be age appropriate/Aged-up

@inklore

Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots  Will Write: Anything Won’t Write: Pregnancy, Sibling!Reader SFW/NSFW: Both

@uselsshuman

Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots  Will Write: Gender Neutral!Reader, Female!Reader Won’t Write:  SFW/NSFW: SFW

@peterthepark

Request Type: Fics, One Shots Will Write:  Won’t Write: Triggering Content, Cheating SFW/NSFW: Both

@riouri

Request Type: All Will Write: Preference: Billy, Eddie, Steve, Sibling!Reader Won’t Write: Self-Harm,Suicide  SFW/NSFW: SFW mostly

@eddiebun

Request Type: All Will Write:  Won’t Write:  SFW/NSFW: Both

@mggswhorificlover

Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots Will Write:  Won’t Write:  SFW/NSFW: Both

@heytherejulietx

Request Type: Fics, One Shots, Drabbles, Blurbs  Will Write: Hurt-Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Platonic, Romantic, Familial Platonic Won’t Write: NSFW SFW/NSFW: SFW

@mrvlbimbo

Request Type: All Will Write:  Won’t Write: SA, SH, Sibling!Reader  SFW/NSFW: NSFW mostly

@retrofeverdreams

Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots, Headcannons, Fics  Will Write:Fluff, Smut, Angst, Female!Reader, Gender Neutral!Reader, Preference:Eddie, Steve Won’t Write:  Incest, BDSM SFW/NSFW: Both Note: Requesters must be 18+

@two-red-lungs

Request Type: Fics, Drabbles, One Shots Will Write: Steve x Eddie x Reader, Eddie x Fem!Reader, Steve X Fem!Reader Won’t Write: Underage, Billy Hargrove,  SFW/NSFW: Both, NSFW preference

@heartvouge

Request Type: All Will Write: Steve x Reader, Eddie x Reader Won’t Write: Fluid Play, Suicide, DDLG, Taboo SFW/NSFW: Both

@eddiemunsonswhxre

Request Type: One Shots Will Write: Eddie Munson, All Characters/Ships Won’t Write:  SFW/NSFW: Both

@fairymunson

Request Type: One Shots, Drabbles Will Write: Won’t Write: Billy, Chrissy x Eddie SFW/NSFW: Both Note: One Request per Ask

@la-duvalin

Request Type: One Shots Will Write: Dark!Fics, Fluff Only with Angst, Eddie Munson Only, Peter Ballard Only Won’t Write: Fluid Play, Underage, SFW/NSFW: Both, NSFW Preference 

@ladylannisterxo

Request Type:One Shots, Drabbles, Blurbs, Concepts, Headcanons Will Write: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Eddie, Steve, Billy Won’t Write: Underage SFW/NSFW: Both Note: open to other character if discussed prior

@thefinalgirlpng

Request Type: All Will Write: Steve, Eddie, Won’t Write: Pregnant!Reader, Parent!Reader SFW/NSFW: Both

@saintlessmunson

Request Type: Drabbles, Blurbs, One-Shots (depending) Will Write: Eddie, Steve, AU, Dark!fic Won’t Write: ddlg/age regression, fluid, foot fetish, pedophilia  SFW/NSFW: Both Note: Scenario preference: bartender, motel, trailer park

@maycat-19-142

Request Type: Blurb, Drabble, Head-cannons, Fics Will Write: Comfort Won’t Write: NSF, Yandere SFW/NSFW:SFW

@hellfireclubofficial

Request Type: Drabbles, Blurbs Will Write: AU, Eddie, Steve, Robin Won’t Write:SA, Mental Health Issues, Pregnancies   SFW/NSFW:SFW, Some Suggestive 

@munsonshandcuffs

Request Type:Fic Will Write:Eddie, Hard Kinks, Soft Smut Won’t Write:  SFW/NSFW:NSFW  

@glasvera

Request Type: One Shot, Drabble, and Headcanon Will Write: Eddie, Steve, or Robin x Fem!Reader  Won’t Write: Underage, Taboo SFW/NSFW: Both Note: Don’t request characters outside of specified 

@centralperksfunds

Request Type: Fic Will Write:Eddie x Fem!Reader, Angst Won’t Write: Taboo, Trigger, S.H. , S.A. SFW/NSFW: Both

@mggswhorificlover

Request Type: Drabbles, One Shots Will Write: Steve, Eddie, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan Won’t Write: Taboo SFW/NSFW: Both

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[sinczir]

Things drunk Eddie Munson would do Part 1.

Eddie would come to your house in the middle of the night, after a gig- throw rocks at your window to get your attention and spell out 'I love u' with his pee and look up to give you an innocent wave.

Eddie would become very clingy when he is drunk. All he wants to do is to be held, given a head massage and be rocked to sleep.

If Eddie had a phone, the first thing he would do when he is drunk is Message you a bunch of shit.

Eddie: "Babyyyyy"

Y/N: "baby whats wrong?"

Eddie: "some girl keeps touching me and i have a girlfriend"

Y/N: "when was this?"

Eddie: "1 minute and 13 seconds ago."

Y/N: "Eddie that was me."

Eddie: "oh."

Eddie cannot control his bladder when he is wasted, he would take a pee anywhere he sees such as dead animals, random cars he sees parked on the streets, the floors & woods.

Many people have certainly walked in or walked past Eddie peeing on the strangest things, even taking photos to show you.

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[girlverine]

Hi lovely saw you weee looking for prompts Eddie when your wearing a bikini ❤️

oh my goodness thank you for sending this!

eddie is just so supportive of when you wear anything yknow? he understands how hard it can be to just wear your own skin. and of course, it's one thing when it's just the two of you guys, you can be comfortable with him. but when steve invites the lot of you to take advantage of his pool, you want to be comfortable with all of your friends, with yourself above all else.

and when you're shedding layers poolside among eddie and all your friends, he's the first to notice. the first to see your skin and admire your features in the summer sun, lighting you up like he's never really seen. nancy's giving you a thumbs up from her spot on a poolside chair (because god knows she helped you pick it out lil fashionista).

eddie pulls you close, his warmth almost suffocating in the summer air, but it's so comforting. "you look so good," he hums as he buries his face in your shoulder and wraps his arms around your middle. "so pretty - you look happy."

and his compliment makes you smile even wider.

because you are!

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[geminigengar]

if yall have any eddie x mean girl fic recs PLEASE send them my way, your fics or other ppls idc i'll take anything mean girl reader is my bread and butter

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x mean!reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson requests

[headkiss]

hi!! I have an Eddie request!😊 basically something where the new girl (super shy and nervous cause AH I love it😂) at Hawkins is trying to find a seat at lunch, and decides to go up to Eddie at his table, and he treats her like a literal princess cause no girl has ever willingly wanted to sit with Hellfire

hi ty for the request!!! i hope u like it!!! | 0.6k fluff and shy!reader

Switching schools is scary. Especially during your senior year.

It’s even scarier when you have a hard time talking to new people in the first place. It makes friends hard to find, the adjustment lonely and nerve-wracking.

Lunch is by far the worst part. Every single friendship and clique in one room. Each table is dedicated to a group. Jocks, cheerleaders, or simply friends that so clearly belong together. There’s not one empty table for you to escape to.

You scan the room slowly, standing awkwardly with your tray in hand.

Already, your heart beats faster, your palms clammy. You glance around and the first empty seat you find is at a table with a group of boys in matching shirts. You shake your head and walk over, telling yourself over and over that it’ll be fine.

The closer you get, the less the noise of the room is one big mess. You can make out the voices coming from the table, the laughter.

You wind up standing a bit behind the head of the table, a head of black curls occupying the seat. You clear your throat to try and get his attention, but you aren’t loud enough over the rest of the room. You take a deep breath and shuffle over until you’re next to the chair.

Silence falls over the group, every pair of eyes lands on you. Shit.

Eddie’s stunned when he sees you standing next to his seat, shuffling on your feet, a nervous look on the prettiest face he’s ever seen. You’re new. He knows that because there’s absolutely no way he wouldn’t have noticed you before if you weren’t.

“Can we help you?” Mike says.

“Sorry, um, I was just wondering if I could sit here?” You fiddle with the fork sitting on your tray. “The other tables seem pretty full.”

“Uh-” Mike starts to reply but Eddie kicks him under the table.

“‘Course you can,” he says. He directs his attention to Mike and Dustin, “move down.”

“What?”

“Move down.”

They do, sending Eddie two annoyed looks as they do.

“There you go,” Eddie gestures for you to sit at the corner next to him.

“Thank you so much. You won’t even know I’m here, promise.”

Eddie finds that hard to believe. He’s known you for about a minute and already he can’t stop looking at you. Nobody ever comes near the Hellfire table, and here you are, all sweet and shy and something out of a dream.

“None of that. What’s your name?” He asks.

You tell him, and he repeats it, testing it out.

“That’s pretty. I’m Eddie, nice to meet you.”

Eddie.

Eddie’s a pretty boy. Like really, really pretty. From the curls framing his face and dangling over his forehead, to the softest brown eyes, to the rings adorning his fingers. As if you weren’t nervous enough already.

The rest of the table is caught up in a new conversation, but Eddie can’t bring himself to care. He’s sure you’re more interesting anyway.

“How you liking Hawkins?” He asks.

“Um, it’s okay.”

“It’s shit, you don’t have to lie.”

“No! It’s just, everyone seems to know each other already, you know?”

“Don’t worry about that. Most of ‘em suck anyway. Besides, you know me now, so that’s something.”

He doesn’t tell you that it’s actually cause for the entire school to tease him about finally having a girl pay attention to him or some shit. Like he said, they suck. You don’t.

“I guess that’s true.”

When lunch comes to a close and you start packing up, Eddie stops you before you get up with a gentle hand on your wrist.

“You can come sit here again tomorrow, if you want to.”

“Thank you, Eddie.”

After meeting him, you think maybe a new school won’t be so bad.

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[jo-harrington]

I’m in a mood today and I just have this feeling that it’s gonna persist this week, so I’m gonna open up monster requests for Hymns of Heaven one final time. I know the audience for these is small so if you’ve already requested, you’re of course allowed to request again. I just need some sweet fluffy fluff.

Rules: Drop a monster or cryptid in my asks and I’ll write a blurb featuring Eddie and the Knight from AASB.

Some blurbs may feature Easter eggs and hints to AASB, but I’m gonna do my best to keep them as stand-alone/related to Heaven as possible.

#Aasb #Eddie Munson requests

[pullhisteeth]

Prompt: taking a road trip with eddie and maybe he wakes you up because he’s pulled over to see some stupid roadside attraction

I saw this and fell in LOVE so I had to write it immediately. thank you so much for the request!!! inspired partly by Nomadland, a film I love very much. &lt;3

fluff, fem!reader, mention of Eddie being bad and doing (petty) crime, a lil somethin suggestive, 2.4k

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The pads of four firm fingers and a firmer thumb push into either side of your shoulder. His grip is eager, impatient, but never rough; even in excitement, he’s the gentlest a man has ever been with you.

You can hear him, just about, calling your name softly. He repeats it like a chant, close to your left ear and then further away, and somewhere in the fuzzy distance of consciousness you can see him, an image conjured by the thousands of times you have committed his face to memory. He’s grinning, you can hear it in the way his words curve up, and turning his head back and forth. Your lovely excitable boy.

You’re slow to wake, groaning softly at the ache in your neck. You’ve been lying, or rather curled up, against the window in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van. There’s light seeping through your eyelids and dying your vision blotches of orange and then his fingers dig further, and he says your name again.

“C’mon, baby,” he’s saying, restless but still soft as ever. His grip relents a touch as he feels you come to, squirming and rubbing your eye with the ball of your fist. You try to ask him what’s wrong but the letters come out jumbled like alphabetti spaghetti and you hear him chuckle beside you.

“C’mon,” he says again, even softer this time, and now his other hand’s on you, too; it paws at your arm, the one furthest from him, prying it from where it’s squashed between your body and the door.

“What’s going on?” you ask him, voice thick with sleep and delirium. You finally prise your eyes open and just for a moment you’re blinded by the low sun.

“There she is,” he says as your eyes find him. He’s smiling at you in a way that makes your insides ache, rotten to the core from the fondness in it, and his hair’s lit up golden from the orange sky. You could stare at this forever, Eddie looking at you like he is, pretty and bright under the sun.

“Where are we?” you ask, looking around. Somewhere in the distance you can hear the familiar rush of cars on a highway, but you’re not on it anymore. The van’s still, parked somewhere off a quieter road.

The sun’s setting ahead of you, so you know you’re still heading west. It lights up the dusty, flat landscape in a way that feels unreal, like a mirage.

“I wanna show you somethin’,” he tells you, tugging gently on your wrist. You sit up at his beckoning, unfurling your stiff legs and rolling your shoulders back with a wince.

“But-”

“Just come with me, would you?”

He’s being playful, and you love entertaining him when he’s like this. You look at his face, at the happy grin spread across it and the crinkles by his eyes, and cave once again.

Yawning, you twist in your seat and push the door open. Outside it’s warm, though not as warm as in the van - you always chastise him for it, but Eddie turns the heat up for you, knowing you sleep better that way, even if he’s a little too hot because of it. There’s half a fluorescent sun on the horizon and sand kicks up as you hop out and onto the ground. You step around the front of the van just as a car passes quickly, and grasp firmly onto Eddie’s outstretched hand.

He pulls you along to a small building set back from the road. It’s nothing special - you’d probably have mistaken it for a run-down home had you not been paying much attention - but behind it sits something that makes you bark a laugh and stop walking.

“Eddie, what the fuck.”

He turns back to you, still grinning. “Isn’t it wicked?”

You look at him, and then back up.

Between the building and a small, unassuming playpark is a ginormous model of a dinosaur.

It towers over the building and you’re not sure how you didn’t spot it from the van. It’s in dire need of a paint job, but what remains of the odd turquoise shade covering it is dazzling. And up high, its wide, white eyes stare over at the desert.

“It’s fucking crazy,” you breathe, stepping with him again. Though it’s clearly late in the day, the little building, which you see now is a visitor centre, is still open. Eddie pulls on the door and steps aside, free hand coming to rest on the small of your back as you walk in before him.

A fizzy, artificial bell sound announces your arrival, and a reluctant lady comes out from the room behind the counter. She’s clearly sleepy, and you wonder how soon the place closes, but she greets you with a smile and a wave regardless.

“Hi, kids!” she calls to you over the aisles of snacks and long-life food.

You wave back and Eddie gives her a polite nod. She settles happily on a stool behind the counter, and Eddie takes your hand again.

He pulls you down the first aisle, grabbing a shopping basket on his way, and you giggle at how eager he is. One of your favourite things about him is how quick he is to get excited; he’s so handsome, and has grown into himself so gracefully, but underneath it all he’s just a happy kid in a 24-year-old’s body.

“So,” he says, bending over slightly to whisper in your ear, “game plan: snacks, obviously a fridge magnet-” At this, he looks from the shelf in front of him to you, face serious. “-And a picnic with a dinosaur.”

You giggle, squeezing his hand. “Why are we whispering?”

“It’s a covert operation,” he tells you, smiling again.

“Eddie,” you hiss. “We are not shoplifting.”

“No,” he says, rolling his eyes, smile lingering. “How fucking dare you?”

You jab him in the chest playfully. “You can’t fool me, Munson, I’m holding onto all your petty theft secrets.”

“Hey, I’m grown now. You don’t gotta pay a thing, ‘s’all on me, sugar.”

The two of you are still whispering, faces close, and you can’t help the giggles that keep coming. He dips his head even further to kiss you at the corner of your mouth, and then stands up straight, eyes back on the shelf.

You weave up and down the aisles, pulling bags of chips and a jar of salsa into the basket, followed by packets of cookies, bags of chocolate buttons and even a box of Pop Tarts (in Eddie’s words: for the road). At the fridges, you raid the shelves, stocking up on bottles of cherry cola, your favourite, and orangeade, Eddie’s favourite, as well as three litres of water. You let him head to the counter, lingering behind to peruse the souvenirs.

You can feel his eyes on you as you slowly spin the rack of postcards around. He’s standing by the counter as the lady kindly takes each item out of his basket and keys prices into an ageing cash register. She eyes him as he watches you.

“How long’ve you two been together?” she asks, keeping her voice quiet.

He takes a moment to take his eyes off you. When he turns, he can’t quite look at her, and instead looks down at his hands, watching his fingers fidget with an old receipt in his wallet.

“Three years,” he tells her, biting back a smile.

She prods some more keys on the register. “She’s real pretty,” she says. “Y’better be lookin’ after her.”

“Yeah,” he breathes. “I do- I mean, I hope I am.”

Just as he lifts his head to look at you again, you turn on the balls of your feet and skip over to him, hands full and smile wide. He can’t help but return it.

“What’cha got?”

You lay out your treasures on the counter, beside a full carrier bag.

A postcard of the dinosaur, decorated with corny lettering and sparkles; a fridge magnet, as is your tradition, of said dinosaur, painted badly; a small snow globe, in which the dinosaur is swamped by sparkling white debris; and a necklace.

You snatch the jewellery up almost as quick as you put it down, gripping it in your fist and hiding it behind your back. When Eddie leans to catch a glimpse you step back and scrunch your face up, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Suit yourself,” he says, chuckling and turning back to the clerk. “What’s the damage?”

After checking your souvenirs and keying more numbers into the register, she tells him a number and he hands three bills over. You’re still a few paces away, swaying side to side impatiently.

He watches you out of the corner of his eye as he takes the bag and puts your stuff inside.

“Meet’cha outside,” you tell him, side-stepping to let him past. He laughs, and you lay the necklace on the table as he leaves through the chiming back door.

The lady rings it up for you, asks for four dollars, and you hand her a five and tell her to keep the dollar. She thanks you and drops it into the tip jar. You take the necklace in your hand again and slip it into your back pocket.

Outside, the sun’s almost disappeared behind the horizon. The desert’s settled under a fuzzy twilight, and in the pretty light you spot your pretty boy sitting at a picnic bench across the lot.

You look up at the dinosaur as you walk over to meet him, and catch a couple of stars around his head. A little halo for your new friend.

At the table, Eddie’s laid half the bag out: a cola for you and an orangeade for him; a bag of chips, the jar of salsa, and a pack of cookies opened and ready for greedy fingers. You round the table and sit beside him instead of opposite, and though he groans sarcastically, you relish the feeling of his arm coming around your waist. It pulls you in and you let it, leaning into him as much as you can.

“Looks delicious,” you tell him, muffled slightly by where your face is so cozy with his sweater.

“Dig in, sweetheart, ‘fore the dinosaur gets it.”

You laugh and reach over the table for a chip.

The two of you sit in quiet, save for the crunches of snacks, and look out at the barren landscape as the sky turns indigo. Eddie’s hand never leaves your waist and you never leave his side.

“My compliments to the chef,” you finally say. The chip bag is empty, weighed down by the also-empty salsa jar to stop it blowing away in the breeze. There’s half the pack of cookies left, but you’re all snacked-out and drifting slowly back to sleep at Eddie’s side.

He laughs and you feel it, vibrating through you, and you smile. He twists and kisses your forehead, lips lingering for just a moment. You move, too, leaning back so you can kiss him properly.

He tastes like salt and sugar, and you’re sure you taste much the same. You love kissing Eddie, and here, under the domineering presence of a giant model dinosaur, you’re very happy to keep kissing him, but something sharp digs into your butt as you shift in your seat, reminding you of something.

You pull back, not missing the huff of disappointment from Eddie, and wriggle your hand into your pocket.

“Turn around,” you tell him softly.

He watches you for a moment, but when you look at him pointedly he obeys, twisting on the bench so his back faces you. From your pocket you manage to pull the necklace, and with deft fingers you lift it over his head and do up the clasp. You pull his hair out from underneath it and tap his shoulder. “Lemme see.”

He turns back to you, already toying with the pendant.

“I can’t see it from here,” he tells you frustratedly, trying to pull it out far enough to see.

“It’s just a heart,” you tell him, fingers joining his and pulling the little silver shape from his grasp. You move it up and down the black leather that it hangs on, back and forth, admiring the way it looks against his sweater. Your cheeks flare up at your next words. “From your sweetheart.”

He watches you as you mess with the necklace. He can’t contain it, the love he feels for you. It’s like there’s a balloon inside him and it’s inflating too quickly and too big for him to contain.

“I love you,” he tells you. You smile, though you’re trying to hold it down, so he wraps both arms around your body and pulls you into a hug.

“Love you too,” you tell him into his hair at the crook of his neck.

He pulls you and your tired body relents to his strength, settling comfortably on his lap. You sit like this for a while, maybe a few minutes, before you dare to speak.

“How long’ve we got left before Lenora?”

He squeezes you, and then pulls back to see your face. “A couple hundred miles. Not long.”

You trace your fingers down the side of his face. “You sure you’re okay to drive the rest? We can stop at a motel.”

He kisses you again, softly, on your lips and then your chin. As his lips dip lower, under the curve of your jaw, he says against your skin: “Sounds like fun.”

You roll your eyes and let your fingers weave through his hair. “Just mean you’re probably tired, no? It’s late, you’ve been drivin’ since six.”

“Mm-hmm,” he hums in agreement. “Think there’s one in the next hour or so. I’ll be fine ‘til then.”

“Okay,” you whisper. “Let’s go then.”

You climb off him slowly and gather your things into the bag, rubbish and all. You walk together across the lot, to a gate on the other side, and as you reach the van you turn and wave at the dinosaur.

Eddie helps you into the van and before he shuts the door, he pulls his sweater off.

“Eds-”

“I get too hot anyway. And you need a pillow.”

“But-”

“Will you just take it? Please?”

You do, begrudgingly, balling it up and resting it between your head and the glass.

Once he’s in the van, seatbelt on, he starts the engine and pulls slowly onto the road. You’re asleep again before he gets back on the highway.

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[upsidedownmvnson]

sorry i disappeared from here AGAIN but i had no creative energy, im suffering through a very painful break up :))))))

but on the bright side when i can finally finish something you will all be ROLLING in so much eddie munson or steve harrington angst you wont even know what to do with it HA

inbox is open if you have any requests but it could be a while before anything is posted

#becks talks #eddie munson #eddie munson requests

[whoahoney]

Hello! I think I would love love to see something about mechanic!eddie written by you

Ahh! I love mechanic!Eddie, he’s so yummy. 😌

Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Reader’s shit box car pooped out on her once again, but at least the cute new mechanic seems eager to help.

Content Warnings: adult language, mutual pining, sexual tension, Eddie is a little handsy but we love it 🤪

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The sound of the engine sputtering over the radio snatched her attention from the daydream she was stuck in, her heart lurching in fear.

“No, no, no, please, baby, don’t do this to me.” She whined, patting the steering wheel with restraint from beating the shit out of the horn in aggravation.

“We’re almost to the shop, then you can die in peace, but please, for the love of GOD, don’t quit on me now!” She cried, tears welling up in her eyes and threatening to pour without ceasing.

The car troubles had been endless since she’d gotten the car, but more so this month, also bringing Y/n to her breaking point multiple times. Every time the old Chevelle made this sound, she felt nauseous trying to get where she needed to go.

She avoided this trip to the garage since the last time she drove, which was the to the grocery store. The engine wouldn’t turn over, deserting her and her groceries in the summer heat.

Since then, she’s been hitching rides with her friends, Robin and Steve, who were more than happy to assist her. But she was beginning to feel like a burden.

Thankfully, she finally saved what she hoped was enough to get Loretta sorted out.

So after a week of sitting in the driveway, her owner not positively sure if she’d even start, Loretta turned over, the engine purring like any other drive.

Y/n had cried out with joy at the ease, hoping the rest of the trip would go just as well.

Boy was that a kick in the crotch.

Click click click click

“Shit, no—please, please, please,” She turned the wheel to pull off the road, the sign of the mechanic’s not even 100 yards away.

“NO! NoNoNoNo, FUCK!” She screamed, beating the wheel as cars whizzed past, rocking the unmoving car.

Y/n rested her forehead against the wheel and breathed deeply. “Okay. Okay. Just—let’s go.” She said to herself, hoping the mechanic knew a good tow truck.

The day was hot, the sun beating down on her exposed legs, neck and shoulders, her hair thrown up in a scrunchy to beat the heat.

She went inside looking for the familiar face that sat behind the desk, but the lobby was empty.

Y/n walked through the back door into the shop, hoping to find the regular old man underneath a lift, evaluating the undercarriage of someone’s Trans Am, but the garage sat vacant with the exception of one other person.

He stood by the floor to ceiling shelves which were filled with different bottles of oil and antifreeze and tins of nuts and bolts.

His coveralls were very unbuttoned, exposing the black tank top he wore underneath, a patch over his heart read Eddie. He let out a wonderful sigh as he wiped his brow with his shoulder.

He was bent over the engine of a ford Bronco, a ratchet clicking rhythmically as he tightened something up when he noticed her, his hair all around his face despite the heat.

“Hi.” She squeaked out, preparing herself for interaction with a super cute stranger. His face was friendly, his eyes round and seemingly full of questions.

“Hey, there. How can I help you?” He asked, straightening to his full height and setting down the tool to pick up a red rag, cleaning his dark stained hands as he approached her.

“Hi, uh, i-is Gary here?” She asked, internally cringing when she realized she said hi twice. He didn’t seem to notice or care when he smiled amusedly down at her and shook his head, “Uh, he isn’t here today, but I’m more than happy to help you if I can.”

Y/n tried not to melt at the way he spoke to her, his voice smooth and even. “I-I would love some help, yes.” She nodded, speaking to the best of her ability and leading him outside. “Uh, m-my car has been making these weird noises for—“

“Sweetheart, did you… bring your…car?” He asked kindly when he noticed there wasn’t any other cars besides his own in the lot. Y/n’s face warmed.

“Oh, uh, that’s what I needed to talk to Gary about the most—she’s up the road a little ways. She died on the way over.” She shrugged.

Eddie nodded, new understanding behind his eyes as he craned his neck to see the car on the side of the road in the distance. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” He joked.

He nodded again, walking the few steps over to the switch panel on the wall, turning off the air compressor that typically roared in the back. It was odd to hear the shop so quiet without its noise. They sudden felt so… alone.

“I can, uh, tow her up here for you.” He offered, nodding over to his truck parked out front. It was a charming old white square body that has seen better days, but it was large, and could definitely pull Loretta.

Eddie picked up a very thick chain from the corner of the shop that had a large hook on the end.

“Oh, uh, are you sure? I was just gonna ask to phone a tow truck—“

“Pfft, tow truck…” he muttered under his breath with a smile as he lifted the chain into the bed of the truck. He then stepped over to the door and opened it with a creak. “Here, hop in.” He stood waiting, the sweep of his hand in the air making her smile exactly how he wanted.

“C’mon in… I won’t bite.” He said with a friendly smile that put her more at ease. She hopped in the truck, taking his waiting hand on the way much to his delight.

On the short ride over, Y/n remembered to introduce herself, at which he smiled and gave her his name in return.

“You, uh, new? At the garage? I’ve just never seen you there before.” She’d asked.

Eddie nodded with his eyes on the road, “Yeah, I just started earlier this month. I take it you’re, uh, at the shop often?” He grinned looking at her pooped out car, getting turned around to park in front of it.

“Was it that obvious?” She chuckled as he opened the drivers side door, hopping out after him. “If I say yes, is that mean?” He asked, half joking as he pulled the chain back out, the weight of it in his hands making the veins in his forearms strain against his skin as he walked.

“I-Is there anything you need me to do?” She asked, trying to be polite for the man going out of his way to help her. Eddie smiled to himself as he bent over to hook the chain to the hitch on his truck, specifically for instances like these.

His hair fell in his eyes as he tried to look at her, his hand flying up to comb it out of the way for the thousandth time that day. Y/n noticed his exasperation, “You need a ponytail?” She asked, raising her wrist to feel if she had one on her, which she didn’t.

Eddie’s eye’s lit up at the offer, closely followed by the breath being stolen from him as she pulled the red scrunchy from her hair and offered it to him. He felt like it was one of those moments in the movies where the girl lets her hair down in slow motion, the lighting hitting her perfectly.

“Here, use mine.” She smiled at his sudden change in demeanor. He set the other end of the chain on the ground, reaching out and taking the ponytail from her and hastily wrapping it around his hair in a bun that both caught her breath in her throat and warmed her heart.

“Thanks, doll.” He said as he picked up the chain and felt under the edge of the car for the best place to hook onto, but the chain came up a few inches short. “Think you could back my truck up just a bit?” He looked up from the ground to ask her, one eye squinted in defense against the light. The cute yet simple expression on his face made her want to fight the sun.

“Uh, of course! Yeah. Just a few inches?”

“Just a few inches,” he said reassuringly, “and I’ll let you know when to stop.”

Y/n nodded and walked back to the truck, the sight of her cute little Levi shorts hopping into the cab of his truck made Eddie smile and bite down on his lip as she started his engine.

He stood where he could see her in the side mirror, her smile returning when she caught the view of him grinning back at her as he raised his hand giving her the ‘come here’ motion with a hungry look brewing behind his eyes and a smirk pulling at his lips.

Y/n switched gears and eased off the break, letting the truck roll back slowly, not taking her eyes off Eddie’s reflection in the mirror. She worried she was staring at him too much, but little did she know he was loving the eye contact.

So much so, he sent her a friendly wink through the mirror, the action sending her heart pounding and her foot down on the break, the truck halting immediately. Eddie chuckled, “Little more, sweetheart.” He called, his fingers moving back and forth some more to summon her.

She took a deep breath as she eased her foot off the pedal again, rolling back for a couple more seconds before she heard him say, “There! that’s perfect.”

She put the truck in park and hopped back out. Eddie enjoyed the view as she walked back to him at a determined pace, her hair and other things bouncing with every stride. He hooked onto the front bumper and stood, their bodies suddenly very close.

“Alright, that should get us back to the shop.” He patted the hood of her car approvingly before walking back to the truck and opening the door for her, waiting with a smile.

“Y’know I could’ve just used the passenger door.” She said as she scooted across the bench seat of the truck. Eddie shut the door and turned to her with a playful smile, “Yeah, well, I like to open doors for nice girls such as yourself,” He shrugged, meeting her eyes with a blush, satisfied when he saw she wore a matching one.

“Also, because, that door sticks like no other and probably won’t open even if you tried.” He chuckled, his smile encouraging her to laugh too.

“You, uh, know Gary personally? Or just as your mechanic?” He asked, eager to hear about any part of her she wanted to share in this time they had together.

“He’s been working on Loretta since I got her on my 17th—“

“Loretta?” He asked with a quirked eyebrow, a new smile spreading on his lips.

“Yeah, what about it?” She said with a ‘try me’ smile blooming.

Eddie shook his head with a smile, “Nothing! Please, continue, tell me how you got Loretta.”

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After they got back to the shop and unloaded Loretta into a bay, Eddie popped the hood. He peered down inside leaning his hands on the edge of the frame. Y/n sat on a stool to one side of the car with her chin resting on her hand.

Eddie straightened for a moment, relieving some tension in his back and sighing, “You need a new fan belt, babe”. He mentioned passively while poking around inside, the nickname sending Y/n’s heart pinging around inside her body like a pinball.

“Maybe some new head gaskets—I’m gonna see if cleaning them will do the trick, though. Try and save you some money… maybe check the fuel pump too..” he spoke his train of thought, walking around to grab a jack and rolling it to the rear bumper of the car and pumping the long handle, making eye contact with her as he did.

His smirk stayed hidden in the corners of his mouth, telling her everything she needed to know about his angle. She appreciated how kind he was instead of making her uncomfortable, being used men in this field coming on strong. But not Eddie.

His smug smile grew when he caught her staring, waiting for her to break the eye contact, but instead she started giggling which sent him repressing his own. “What?” He asked incredulously.

“I dunno, you make me laugh.” She shrugged watching him grab a couple different tools and laying them out on the ground under the suspended end of the car. His head popped back up with his best serious face he could muster, “Who me?” He asked with his brows drawn together, her confidence shaking.

He stepped over to the radio on the shelf and flipped it on, You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC blared through the speaker as he picked up a stray wrench and bobbed his head for a bit before he began to lip sync into it like a microphone, a smile instantly growing on her face at his antics.

Once he saw it, he couldn’t stop until he reached her, adding in a twirl or a sway here and there which had her giggling profusely. He stood in front of her, the song almost complete, except then she started singing along, encouraging him to sing the lyrics with her.

His eyes and smile widened, holding his hand out for her. As soon as her hand clasped his, she was out of her seat, spinning around at Eddie’s will.

They danced in the empty shop til the song faded into commercials, the busy transitions halting them, he cleared his throat and removed his hand from her waist, their gazes lingering before Eddie blushed and looked back down at the wrench he held.

“I like making you laugh.” He mentioned casually through a coy smile as he stepped back over to the engine and set the tool down next to the others, choosing a screwdriver for the job instead.

She bit back a grin, hopping back up on the stool and enjoying the view. They talked about this and that, random life anecdotes that came up, preferences between music and drinks, which brought them to talk about his band’s regular shows at the Hideout and the ‘bad ass lemon drop shots’ the bartender mixes up special when she mentioned her favorite candies are sour.

Eddie enjoyed the conversation, feeling her gaze on him, seeing her legs swinging easily from the high stool next to the work bench. It all felt so incredibly easy, almost routine it seemed.

At some point she disappeared into the front room, returning with a couple of cold sodas from the vending machine.

As Eddie rinsed the head gaskets in the deep shop sink, he snuck a peek at the girl over his shoulder, finding her adoring eyes on him with a smile tugging at her lips. His cheeks burned before he turned back around and set the parts to the side to dry, walking back to see her, yet again.

“How’re you holding up, sweet thing?” He asked, his voice picking up a gravelly quality with the end of the day nearing. He leaned his hip against the table, his eyebrows raising as she set the can of coke in front of him.

“For moi?” He set a hand to his chest. “A scrunchy and a coke, you sure know how to treat a fella.” He winked as he popped the tab, tilting the can back for a generous glug that bobbed his Adams apple.

“Thank you, really. I’m hoping this does the trick.” He gestured to the head gaskets drying and the newly installed fan belt.

Truth be told, he was taking his sweet time on this little four hour max peoject, loving the time spent with the pretty girl in the short shorts that said nice things and smiled at him the way she did.

“Can you show me?” She asked, looking at the exposed engine of her beloved Loretta. “What, the new fan belt? Yeah! C’mere.” He waved her over.

“This is where the fan belt is, without it your engine isn’t getting any power, so the way your old one looks compared to the new one—“ He picked the abandoned, ragged serpentine belt from the ground to hold up to her to see. Her eyes went wide with embarrassment.

“Oh god.”

“Have you ever had it changed?” He asked with a chuckle, tossing the rubber back to the side and crossing his arms across his chest, his forearm grazing the top of her breast as he did. His smug smile gave his eye a mischievous gleam that felt teasing.

“N-Not that I know of.” She stumbled quietly, a blush on her cheeks that she could still pass off as the summer heat. Eddie tsked and chuckled at her shy disposition, her face towards their shoes that almost stood toe to toe.

“This old girl is gonna need regular maintenance if you wanna keep her on the road for a few more years.” He said with a shrug, stepping back to the other side of the car to grab the head gaskets to put back. Y/n looked back up at his retreating figure to take in the information.

‘Fuck.’ She sighed.

“But, uh, I make house calls if you’re interested! Y’know i-if you can’t make it out here.” He faltered, looking down at the metal in his hand, suddenly unsure of what to do with it.

Her heart leapt in her chest as she met his eye again, the look on her face a green light if he ever saw one. He smiled and set the gasket back down, moving back towards her.

He reached over on the workbench, finding a pencil and notepad usually used for writing job estimates, and wrote his phone number down, signing it with ‘if you need me -Eddie Munson (:’

He folded it in half and handed it to her, her breath slowly getting heavier the longer he looked at her the way he did.

“Or if you ever want to hit up the Hideout and get drinks or.. if you need a dance partner… I’m your guy.” He looked between her beautiful eyes and tried his best not to get lost in them while waiting for her to say something.

She smiled as she slid the paper in her pocket, nodding. “Y’know, I’m always in need of a dance partner.”

Eddie almost blanched at her response, not being a dance club kinda guy, but willing to try for her if it meant getting to be near her again. “Oh, yeah?” He asked nervously, her arms landing on his shoulders as her hands clasped at the back of his neck, his hands not hesitating to wind around her waist.

She giggled and nodded, “Well, if you count getting a little messed up and dancing around my living room… yeah, I need a dance partner desperately.” She said quietly in the space between them.

Eddie smiled widely and dropped his forehead against hers tentatively, only leaning in fully when she raised up on her toes to press hers against his. “I’d be more than happy to help you there, it’s the least I could do, you know, I’ve never had this much fun changing a fan belt!” He revealed with his eyes closed, delighted when he felt her giggle ring out against him.

“Yeah, well, I definitely don’t do this with Gary.” She joked with closed eyes, smiling when he threw his his head back in unbridled giggles.

“Oh, god, I sure hope not.” He shook his head down at her her, noticing immediately her eyes were on his lips. “Y’know.. I was thinking if you let kiss you I’d consider the job paid for..” he said quietly, his shyness coming back in to play.

Y/n’s eyes flashed excitement or intrigue, though Eddie couldn’t be for sure. “O-Or I could take you out first, yeah? W-Whatever works—“ She cut him off by pulling him down to her, their lips moving in tandem.

He sighed into her softness, his hands winding around her waist as he felt her raise up on her tip toes and lean into him. He loved how his nose felt pressed into her cheek.

She broke the kiss after thirty seconds, lingering close, looking back up to his deep dark eyes that stared back at her, a smile working onto his face.

“Or… why not both?” She smirked.

He nodded, “I like the way you think.” He said before pressing one more quick kiss to her unsuspecting lips. “Ha! Got one more.” He said as he slipped out of her grip to reassemble the head gaskets, her eyes following him everywhere with even more intent now.

It was then she noticed how cute his butt was in his jumpsuit, or how good her red scrunchy looked keeping his hair out of his face. He made his way back to Loretta, setting the freshly clean and dry parts on a towel on the tool box next to him.

She’d look away shyly when he’d try to steal a glance at her, both of their mouths tucking away bashful grins as he worked in their comfortable silence.

Thirty minutes later, the moment of truth came. Eddie’s heart pounded against his chest as sat behind Loretta’s wheel, worried if he didn’t have it fixed she wouldn’t be impressed and tell him to forget their plans to meet for drinks or whatever else it could lead to. He glanced to Y/n before turning the key in the ignition, their eyes locking when the engine only clicked.

Eddie’s jaw dropped disappointedly, looking at the dash of the car in betrayal. “Damn it.” He muttered, trying again to be met with the same outcome.

Y/n walked around to the driver door, looking at Eddie with a half hearted smile, “It’s okay! I can definitely pay for head gaskets…. and drinks” She nodded assuringly. Eddie looked back up at her with wide eyes, “Really?” His facade fully dismantled, the worry prominent on his face.

Y/n cocked her head in disbelief and leaned down to the window, her eyes scanning over his face, “Y’know you could’ve caught my car on fire and I would’ve still gone with you to get a drink? I mean you’d definitely be paying, but—“ before she knew it, Eddie was leaning through the open window and pressing his lips to hers in another tender kiss.

He felt her smile into him and her hands found his face, pulling him closer. He placed his worn hands over hers, wanting to stay in her touch as long as possible before they parted.

“I will be needing a ride home, though. So if you’d like to help me out there I’m prepared to compensate you generously.” She said widening her eyes for emphasis and biting her lip.

Eddie lit up, popping the door handle of the car immediately and exiting, rushing over to his tool box to close everything up before halting and turning back to her, “Wait, you know you don’t have to do any of this right?” He asked, approaching her with his eyes narrowed a little.

Y/n nodded, “And you know you don’t have to either, right? I’ve been saving for a while, I have enough cash to—“ He cut her off with a tight hug.

“No, no, keep your money!” He urged as she giggled, “If you pay for parts every once in a while, I’ll fix your car for free as long as you stay so sweet and keep me company when you can… deal?” He asked next to her ear as she giggled.

“Deal.” She beamed at him as his stomach growled, “Now take me home, I wanna make dinner for this super cute mechanic I met today.” She looked at him expectantly as she messed with one of his buttons, eagerness filling his eyes.

She watched him finish up, the boy like an eager puppy rushing from place to place, looking up every once in a while to check and see if she was still there, which every time she was.

After he flipped off the lights and locked the front doors, he stepped out of the garage, his new friend waiting for him as he tugged the long rope that connected to the giant rolling door, closing the place up for the night.

“There we go.” He said satisfied, dusting off his hands before throwing his arm around her and walking her to his truck to take her home as if he’d done it a thousand times before.

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