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Eddie Munson x Rockstar!Afab Reader

It’s 1991 and Robin forced all of her friends to go to a concert with her for her birthday. Without listening to the band, Eddie agreed to go without knowing what was to come. Who knew being considered a ‘freak’ all his life would lead him to find a kindred soul in the grunge-rock’s princess.

Word Count: 2k

CW: 18+, MDNI!!!! GET THE BOOT!! Mentions of real people, cigarette smoking and mentions of alcohol, mentions of alcohol abuse

A/N: part three!!! WOOOOOOO so sorry if this is a bit jumpy, I genuinely didn’t know what to do with this chapter. I wanted to capture both the reader’s and Eddie’s anxiety before finally coming together! Also, my inbox is OPEN! Feel free to leave anything!!

MASTERLIST // PART TWO

Eddie edit is by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

Pacing the desolate parking lot of the venue, sighs escaped the trio as Eddie took another hit from his third cigarette since the unmarked cars pulled off. Excitement and nerves filled his system.

“Jesus dude slow down before you melt through the soles of your shoes. I mean, then you’ll be on fire but not in the way you want to be.” A snicker left Nancy as Robin rambled out what was on her mind. Sticking his tongue out, the messy-haired man grumbled a curse before leaning on the side of Steve’s car. Letting out a heavy sigh, his anxiety became palpable.

If Eddie had a watch, he would be checking it every second. That’s exactly what Steve did as he checked his new Rolex and hummed happily. Waving his wrist proudly in front of Eddie’s frowning face, he cleared his throat which pulled the bored eyes of Nancy and Robin to Steve. Twirling his key ring on his index finger, the calmer of the two men headed towards the driver’s seat with a happy hum.

“Well, what are you waiting for? They’re waiting for us!” Steve exclaimed, his eyebrows knitting together as if it was common knowledge that they’d now depart for their destination. Confused looKs were shot to Steve as he fixed his hair in the rear view mirror before looking to the trio that stood there staring at him wordlessly.

“We could’ve left five minutes ago but it’s not very metal to be on time. Right, Eds?” The mocking lilt in the well-groomed man’s voice made Eddie’s eyelid twitch in semi-mock annoyance before pulling open the passenger side door for himself. With a huff, the lanky man crouched to get into the car all before adjusting the seat to accommodate his long legs.

A small whine from Robin signaled that he was too far back but truthfully he didn’t notice nor care, nerves being replaced with adrenaline once Steve pulled out of the parking lot with a screech. Nancy held on to whatever her hands could grip as she was flung against Robin, a yelp and a ‘slow down dipshit!’ left her lips. Yet before Robin and Nancy could chew out Steve for his reckless driving- Eddie not caring as he’s been known for almost flipping his van with speedy turns- the four of them pulled up to the extremely fancy hotel.

Paparazzi stood at the doors with their cameras angled at the mysterious car pulled up before groaning. “It’s not her, guys. Swear this tip was real! Came from the mansion!” A greasy sleaze ball of a man spoke with pure annoyance as Eddie helped Robin slide out of the car while Eddie passed his keys to the valet. Nancy, on the other hand, was intrigued by the number of paparazzi there, letting her curious mind get the best of her.

Approaching the only non-snot covered reporter, she straightened out her top before speaking loud enough to be able to be heard over the rest of the chattering men. “Hey! Are you here for Fuel the Rage?”

“Nah, we already caught them comin’ in. That singer is a piece of work y’know? Told Al over there to eat shit when he tried to grab her skirt.” Another reporter shouted which caused Nancy and the reporter she had initially asked to shoot glares at him. Eddie, one the other hand was furious that someone would ever lay hands on you. His heavy, angered exhale wasn’t ignored as Robin placed her hand on his back in a way to comfort him.

“Nance, c’mon. They’re waiting for us.” called Steve over his shoulder as he met eyes with the head of security for your band. Following with confusion as to who they would still be waiting for, none of them had time to ponder before quickly being escorted into a large elevator that led to the top floor. They looked out of place, well, at least Robin,Nancy, and Eddie did. They had never been ones to experience fancy hotels with mirrored walls on their elevators that looked over the entire city of Indianapolis.

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Nervous? How could you be nervous?! Your band had preformed in Madison Square Garden for the MTV Unplugged session you did. Hell, that’s where you met and befriended your idols whom were now your closest friends and mentors. Yet somehow, a lanky man with curled brown hair and eyes like chocolate pools made your heart scream and your palms unnecessarily clammy. God, did you feel absolutely stupid, like a little girl about to see her crush on the field for the first time.

As you paced the room, your friend spoke from her lounged position in the plush chair while holding up the perfect little black dress.

“C’mon, sweets. What’s going on in your head right now?” Her sweet voice filled with genuine concern as you carefully take the dress from her.

“Nothin, P. Just… GOD!” You give an exasperated sigh as you sprawl out on the plush bed you claimed as the band made their way to the multi-story penthouse.

“Ohhhh. Cute boy, got it. I remember seeing you this way when you had a date with David Grohl. Such a shame that didn’t work out. Would’ve been a good couple.”

Twirling a piece of perfectly toned blonde hair around her manicured finger, your platonic partner in crime got up from her chair before helping you sit up on the bed. “Put this shit on and rock this guys world, sweet cheeks! You can make his night and his life so much better!” Her positive words pulled you from the meddling thoughts that were trying to lure you back in like a siren.

Snatching up the dress that you genuinely adored but never wore, you stripped from the pajamas that you had pulled on temporarily whilst you did your eye makeup and hair. Stepping into the little black dress, you zipped the side up all the while your friend was fixing your chest to make sure they popped more.

“There!” She chanted, happiness making hr face glow. Stopping you from judging yourself in the mirror, the ding of the elevator and the collective sounds of astonishment signaled that your guests were here.

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“Harrington, this is better than the summer house you took me to as a graduation gift.” Robin murmured as she looked around. The prestige white walls were decorated with gold accents that caught the light of the crystal chandelier.

A full on crystal chandelier.

The balcony of the second floor overlooked the open floor plan of the first level. A large sectional with plush blankets paired with maroon pillows that were thrown randomly on the floor by a few groupies that Ryder had invited up.

“Oh hey!” Leaning over the gold railing directly across from the door of your room, your friend’s smile caught the eye of Steve instantly. Though, all of their jaws were slack as they drank in the model who greeted them with unfiltered joy.

“Is that fucking Pamela Andersen?” Nancy mumbled, Eddie and Robin nodding slowly in tandem before snapping back to reality.

“Alright, little fly traps, stop your gawking.” Your voice was sweet, but not the sickly kind like you were being condescending. No, rather like you were being yourself. A type of genuine that even the interviews never captured.

The sultry tone you usually had on stage disregarded as you and Pamela made your way down the stairs to join the group. With a squeeze of your hand, you looked over to silently thank Pamela for her support only to see the lovestruck shine in her eyes that you found endearing. “Go get ‘em, tiger.” You whispered in the shared space before standing in front of the four friends.

“So, I obviously don’t drink anymore but feel free to help yourselves. Thalia makes great drinks but be wary, she’s a VERY heavy pourer.” With a wink to Robin, you turned to Eddie with a timid smile, one unlike the ones you gave him from the stage or on your way to your cars. This one wasn’t filled with your act of confidence and an ‘I-couldn’t-give-less-of-a-fuck’ attitude.

“Hey.” His breath was taken away by the sight of you up close, so close that he could pull you in for a hug.

That was the thing; behind your spritely bounce and bright smile, Eddie could easily see the exhaustion behind your eyes. One he knew from working every night at the warehouse with Wayne just to afford moving out.

“Hey.” You simply respond, a shy smile played on your lips as your face flushed a pretty pink color. Being able to see Eddie up so close in clear light made your heart stutter. The freckles that lightly dotted his nose and cheeks, the soft flecks of gold in his doe eyes, and the way he nervously tongued his vertical labret piercing. He was glorious within the dim lights of the venue and he was drop-dead gorgeous now that you could properly drink him in.

Clearing your throat, you tried to hide the fact you were gently drinking in all of him. “So, you want a drink?” You offered a smile that held a small semblance of the confidence you usually possessed. Everyone had grouped off and moved to splay on the sectional or perch at the bar while keeping up conversations fluently.

Guiding Eddie to the bar, you quickly grab yourself soda water and grenadine to satiate the want for alcohol while the man of your dreams stares back at you with a dopey smile. “Um.” Clearing his throat, he realized he had gotten caught in his day dream.

His eyes traced your figure in the hip hugging black dress, your shoes discarded as you toed around in black socks that had frill trim. How could someone look so enticing and delectable yet so adorable at the same time? He had no clue but he didn’t care at all.

“Just a coke, I don’t want to drink ‘cus I know I’ll get carried away.” He confessed, his voice like a warm smoke. Handing him a can from the ice bucket on the far end of the bar, you offered a warm smile before heading to the outside balcony. Away from the noise and away from the others. The breeze of late winter, early spring brought a chill to your skin as you sparked a cigarette.

Before another shiver could roll off your body, Eddie had quickly wrapped his leather jacket around your shoulders. “Can’t have you gettin’ sick, sweetheart.” He crooned, onyx and scarlet painted skin now exposed as he joined you outside. With a deep breath, his frizzy hair blew out of his face in tandem with the wind as you both took in the busy streets below.

“Y’know. I’ve never been a groupie before.” The smirk could be heard in his voice as he raised a brow when he reached for the cigarette that rested between your fingers.

“Oh yeah?” Passing him the nicotine stick, you connected your gaze with his, “Well how does it feel to be the first groupie that I’ve invited up. Ever” The emphasis on the last word as you tugged on the worn sleeves of the leather jacket. Musk and motor oil paired with worn in cigarette smoke and cologne that held a light jasmine undertone filled your head. It was distinctly him. Practically a stranger yet it felt like you knew everything about him as you wrapped the material closer to your body.

Disguising it as a shiver, you were too shy to admit that it was actually because you wanted more of his scent to make you dizzy.

“So we’re each other’s firsts?” Perking a brow as smoke danced from his perfectly plump lips, an airy laugh left you both.

“Yeah, promise you’ll be gentle with me? Can’t break me Mister Metalhead.” Plucking the cigarette from his lips as he was mid drag, you giggled as he sputtered. Taking a drag for yourself, you found yourself sinking into one of the many lounge chairs.

“So Eddie,” your eyes held a new kind of flame. Timid, quiet, a polar opposite to your published image of the rebel child. The princess, or brat depending on who you talk to, of the grunge scene.

“What’s your opinion on the new Nirvana album?”

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Chapter Twenty-One: Welcome to Hellfire

Summary: When you rope yourself into picking Dustin and the others up from an after-school activity, you have no idea that the new club they’ve joined is Hellfire, which brings you face to face with Eddie Munson once again. (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, 4.7k words)

Warnings: Just that I know literally nothing about D&D so please forgive me I tried so hard lmao

A/N: The Byers don’t canonically move until October 1985, so the next few chapters are actually gonna be a blend of the ST3 and ST4 plot lines. Then I’m really gonna diverge from canon for a while to fill in the eight months that the show skips over between seasons which will mostly be about Eddie 😉

Tags: @dessxoxsworld @blackbirddaredevil23

Masterlist

September 6th, 1985

It had been two weeks since that night in Steve’s car. Two weeks since you’d seen or heard from him. That was longer than you’d gone without talking for months. It almost felt like you had a limb missing.

You’d seen Robin a few times, but since she and Steve were the ones without jobs, she spent most of her last week of summer break with him before starting her senior year. Luckily, thanks to her being distracted about school starting up again, she didn’t really seem to question the separation. You wondered what Steve had told her. Judging by the way she acted around you, as if nothing had changed, it wasn’t the truth.

That Friday night, Mrs. Henderson had stopped in at the general store while you were working, begging Joyce to pick Dustin and the others up from school that night because they had an after-school activity and she was going to be busy. After the Fourth, she was anxious about him riding his bike home by himself in the dark. The funny thing was that she definitely did have reason to be anxious, even though she would probably never know the full extent of the danger in Hawkins. You could tell that Joyce was about to reluctantly agree even though she really didn’t have the energy to do it. Every time she showed up to work, she was already tired. You could tell she was having a really hard time dealing with Hopper’s death, and you wanted to be helpful to her. So you butted into their conversation and offered yourself up instead. Both mothers tried to argue with you, insisting that a teenage girl like you probably had much better things to do on a Friday night, but you didn’t give up. The honest truth was that it was the best result for everyone. Mrs. Henderson and Joyce could relax (because they clearly needed to), Dustin and the other boys would be safe, and you would have the perfect excuse to turn Robin down when she inevitably called to ask you to hang out with her and Steve. It was a win-win-win.

When you got off work, you immediately drove to the school and parked outside, pulling out a book to read while you waited for the boys to walk out. After a while, you checked your watch impatiently. Mrs. Henderson had said that they would be done by nine, but it was steadily approaching half-past. A lump formed in your throat. You couldn’t help it. Every time something didn’t go according to plan now, you had to assume the worst. You jumped out of your car and marched into the school, looking for someone to ask if they had seen any of the four boys. Eventually you found somebody in the hallway and stopped them to ask, and they directed you towards the drama club prop room with a disapproving scoff. You ignored their reproachful tone and walked off towards it.

You absentmindedly threw open the door, not even thinking to knock before going in, and froze when you saw a dozen pairs of eyes staring back at you in the dimly lit room. Most obvious to you were the big brown eyes of Eddie Munson directly across from you at the end of a large table. Your heart stopped.

All of the pieces suddenly connected in your brain. The prop room. This was where The Hellfire Club met. Of course that was the club that the boys had joined. You were pissed at yourself for not mentally preparing to come face-to-face with Eddie once again. He was staring at you like he was trying to figure out if you were real or not.

“Can we help you?” You heard a voice interrogate you defensively.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” One of your friends asked, but you were too busy staring at Eddie to hear who it was.

“Uh…” You finally peeled your eyes away from him and scanned the room until you found Dustin. “Sorry. Dustin, your mom asked me to drive you guys home.”

The other boys began to snicker at this announcement. Dustin gave you a look like you had ruined his life, and you mouthed an apology to him with a wince.

“Well, boys, we better hurry this up. Henderson’s mommy is expecting him,” Eddie teased.

He looked at you to gauge your reaction to his joke. You felt guilty for being the cause of this ridicule. Eddie must have noticed this because he softened immediately.

“Just messing with you, man,” He said, pushing Dustin by the shoulder playfully. Then he turned back to you with a smirk. “Y/N. Fancy seeing you here. Care to join us while we finish up?”

The other boys around the table looked at him in confusion, and one tried to question him before Eddie held up a finger sternly to silence him. Dustin, Lucas, and Mike kept looking between the two of you with their eyebrows raised, trying to figure out what exactly was going on.

“Uh… I… sure? If you guys don’t mind,” You stammered.

The boy that tried to say something previously opened his mouth, but Eddie shot him a warning glare and he closed it immediately.

“We don’t mind,” Eddie said with a smile, and hopped up enthusiastically to grab you a chair from the corner of the room. He set it down right between his chair and Dustin’s.

“Here. Have a seat,” He said as he held the back of it, one arm in front of his torso as he gestured to it like a gentlemen straight out of the regency era.

“Thanks,” You said quietly and walked over to join them, even though your brain was screaming at you to run away.

When you sat down, Eddie introduced you to the three boys you didn’t know by name: Gareth, Jeff, and someone they lovingly called, “Freak”. Then he leaned over the arm of his chair closer to you. You stopped breathing.

“Feel free to speak up any time if you have any suggestions. These assholes could use all the help they can get,” He whispered with a smirk.

You didn’t know what to say back, so you just smiled stupidly. You barely even heard him because of how close he was to you. His face was an inch from yours, and he smelled like nicotine and… was that violet soap? Whatever it was, it was a curious and intoxicating scent combination. Eddie broke eye contact first to address the boys, and you blinked like you had just been freed from a trance.

“Alright, gentlemen,” He said, plopping himself back into his chair. Then he turned to you for a moment and added, “Milady,” With a wink that made you blush. “Where were we?”

Gareth raised an eyebrow at him.

“The burial mound?”

Eddie waved a hand dismissively at his obvious agitation.

“Right, right. When you make your way to the edge of town, you come across a mysterious burial mound. What do you want to do?”

They looked around at each other, and then all nodded when they seemed to come to a silent agreement.

“We’re going to investigate,” Jeff announced.

Eddie didn’t immediately respond. You looked between him and the others, then did a double take when you realized he was watching you.

“What?” You whispered. He shrugged back at you.

“What do you think?”

“Seriously, Eddie?” Gareth objected. “She doesn’t even know what’s going on!”

“I’m just asking for her opinion, you don’t have to take it” He argued with his teeth clenched, then he turned back to you with a softened expression. “Y/N?”

Your mouth fell open and you looked around the table at everyone. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas were staring you down, pleading for you to answer how they wanted you to.

“I… I mean, I’m sure they’re right. They should just investigate it,” You shrugged. “They would know better than me.”

Gareth put his hand out exasperatedly, waiting for Eddie to accept your response. But he just kept staring you down.

“Really?” He pressed, studying your expression.

The truth was that you actually did have an opinion, and you knew it wasn’t what everybody wanted to hear. How he even knew that, you weren’t sure. You were also a little annoyed with him that he wouldn’t just let it go. Everyone was clearly unhappy with you being there already, and you didn’t want to make things worse. You swallowed anxiously. Eddie refused to let up.

“Um… Okay, I know I don’t know the full story, but I actually think that maybe… you guys should be more cautious. Usually in fantasy novels and films when there’s some mysterious burial mound, you don’t just unearth it without consequences. There’s booby traps, or a curse, or something.”

Their eyes widened when you mentioned a curse, and they looked around at each other in shock.

“No. It couldn’t be. The campaign just started,” Gareth argued, shaking his head profusely.

“Can we really take that chance?” Dustin countered.

They looked at you, and you shrugged.

“What did I say?”

“Vecna.” Dustin explained. “His seven cursed artifacts. One of them could be in there. Maybe even more than one. Maybe even something worse.”

“Whose cursed artifacts?”

“This is stupid. We should just investigate!” Gareth argued again, ignoring your question.

“Or we could summon a troop to investigate for us, just to be safe,” Lucas suggested.

“Is that really necessary?” Jeff asked him.

“If you wanna be sure that we’re not going to die, then yes.”

“But Gareth’s right, we just started. I really don’t think the stakes are that high.”

“I think Lucas is right. I think we should summon another troop,” Dustin agreed.

Mike agreed with Lucas and Dustin, and “Freak” agreed with Gareth and Jeff, naturally. They couldn’t come to a decision, so they all turned to look at you, and you felt the color leave your face.

“I… agree with summoning another troop. I guess,” You said quietly.

The three older boys looked at each other, then reluctantly agreed. They were outnumbered.

They performed the appropriate actions, and Eddie turned to look at you for a moment before the corner of his lips turned up in a smirk. Then he stood up suddenly and slammed his palms down on the table, causing all of you to jump back in your chairs. He swiped away a few of the game pawns that were on the table top and sent them flying across the room. All of the boys lost their minds at this, standing up from their chairs with their hands in the air and on their heads. You just froze, eyes wide as you watched them while you stayed seated.

“What just happened?” You asked Dustin fearfully. “Was that bad or good?”

“You just saved our asses!” He shouted gleefully, clapping a hand on your shoulder and shaking you excitedly.

“I did?”

“Gentlemen, gentlemen!” Eddie yelled, trying to get everyone to calm down and listen to him. They all silenced immediately and turned their wide gazes to him so he could continue.

“When your soldiers investigate the burial mound, there’s a man inside: the warlord, Halmadar the Cruel, who was buried alive. And in his possession… the Hand and Eye of Vecna! With these, he immediately discovers your soldiers’ weaknesses and decimates the entire army. He raises up out of the tomb, coming towards you… and that… is where I leave you tonight. For now, you all live to see another day, thanks to our new friend, Y/N.”

He bowed then, and everybody cheered and embraced in victory.

“Good work,” He said as he was bent over the table in front of you, and sent you another wink. You smiled bashfully back at him, your cheeks burning red. With the way everyone around you was celebrating and the look on Eddie’s face, you couldn’t help feeling proud of yourself.

“Holy shit, that was awesome!” Dustin giggled with glee as the four of you walked out of the school together. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“Me either. That was fun,” You admitted with a smile.

“This campaign is going to be absolutely insane!”

“Yeah, seems like it, if Eddie is already trying to kill you all off,” You chuckled.

He raised an eyebrow at you, probably detecting a bit of fondness in your tone.

“He must like you. He doesn’t have patience for anybody. And he definitely never lets anybody interrupt Hellfire.”

“Really? Weird…” You trailed off trying to brush it off so they wouldn’t figure out your true feelings. Then you changed the subject as quickly as possible, just in case, after realizing that one of the boys was missing. “Hey, where’s Will? I thought he was supposed to be here, too.”

“He was, but he went home right after school,” Mike grumbled.

“And you’re sure he’s actually at home?”

“I’m not sure, sure. But I’m pretty sure. It’s fine.”

You stopped walking and glared at him, and he stopped beside you with an exasperated expression.

“It’s actually not fine, because I’m responsible for you shitheads tonight,” You argued. “So if he did go home I need to make sure that he’s actually home.”

“I don’t know what to tell you. If you wanna call their house and make sure, be my guest. I’ll be in the car.”

It wasn’t like Mike to back down instead of biting back. Something must have been upsetting him.

“Okay…” You muttered as he trudged back to the car. You looked to Dustin and Lucas for an explanation, but they just shrugged.

“He’s been like that ever since he talked to Will,” Lucas explained. “We don’t know what happened.”

“Alright, well. You guys get in the car, too. I’ll be right back.”

They nodded and followed after Mike, and you made your way to the payphone outside of the school. After you called and Joyce picked up to confirm that Will was with her, you exhaled a breath of relief and hung up.

“Hey, stranger,” You heard a voice from behind you and jumped with a pathetic yelp. You turned to see Eddie with his signature smirk.

“Jesus Christ, why are you always sneaking up on me?” You teased with a little laugh, clutching your chest.

“Sorry,” He shrugged. “Although, you’re the one who snuck up on me first tonight.”

“Yeah… sorry about that,” You winced, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear nervously. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. But I had fun. It was cool seeing you in the zone like that.”

“Well, it was cool to finally see you there. Sorry for calling you out in front of everybody, though. I could just tell you had something to say.”

“Are you kidding? That was great. I’m like, a hero now.”

He smiled at you and you blushed profusely, then his eyes drifted to the payphone and he nodded towards it.

“Who ya calling?”

“Oh, I was just… babysitting stuff.” You pointed to your car and let out a weird chuckle that immediately made you wish you would spontaneously combust. He looked over at the kids all piled in your car, who were watching the both of you intently, then smiled back at you.

“Right. What are you, like, their paid chauffeur now or something?” He teased.

“Something like that. No, we’re… sort of friends. But, yeah, they can’t drive yet. So… that’s where I come in.”

“Hm,” He nodded. “I would make fun of you for hanging out with a bunch of freshmen, but I don’t really have a leg to stand on. I’m kinda friends with them, too… so.”

You tilted your head in surprise when he said this. He considered them friends, too? It intrigued you that your two worlds had found a connection without you.

“Oh? You’re their friend? Is that why you were taunting Dustin?” You ridiculed him playfully.

“Hey, I only give them shit because I care.”

“Right,” You smirked at him.

He was carrying some of his D&D supplies in his hands, trying to pretend like the weight of it all wasn’t getting to him as he stood and spoke to you. You pointed to them and asked, “Can I help you carry anything?”

“Uh, no, it’s cool. I got it. Thanks, though.”

“Well, can I at least help you get it into your car?”

“Yeah, okay. Thanks, I’m just…” He gestured towards his van, but you were already making your way towards it.

“The van. Yeah, I remember,” You said with an embarrassed giggle.

When you made your way over to it, Eddie shuffled his things awkwardly as he tried to get a hand free, then pursed his lips with a little muttered, “Shit…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Uh, my keys are in my jacket pocket. Sorry, could you…?”

“Oh. Uh, sure…”

He lifted up the boxes in his hands and stuck out his hip so you could reach into his leather jacket. You snapped your hand back quickly as soon as your fingers wrapped around them, and held them up with a shy smile and an awkwardly mumbled, “Got ‘em,” before you turned away from him to unlock the back doors of his van. You shut your eyes and silently cursed yourself as you turned the key in the lock. It was mortifying how red your cheeks were just from being that close to him. From your hand being anywhere near him. You opened the doors and stood aside so he could put his things down, trying to avoid eye contact with him as he gazed directly at you. Then he closed the doors and leaned against them, smirking at you as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Thanks again,” He said.

“You’re welcome,” You replied with a little shrug and a sheepish smile as you finally willed yourself to look at him.

You stood in silence for a moment, Eddie fidgeting with his rings and you picking at a hang nail before he spoke up.

“Um…” He trailed off after studying your nervous expression, then laughed a little at himself before he scratched his arm in discomfort and shook his head. “Never mind. Forget it.”

You knew right away what he was about to say. He was going to ask you if you wanted to come to Hellfire again next week, but you knew that all the times you’d turned him down before stopped him from asking it. He was tired of trying. If you wanted to see him again, you would have to be the one to make the effort this time.

“Could I join again next week?” You blurted out. He raised his eyebrows at you from beneath his unruly bangs.

“Really?” He asked in disbelief, smiling at you with all of his teeth.

“Yeah, I mean, if it’s okay. I’ll probably have to pick these guys up again anyways, so why not? Right?”

“Uh… Yeah. Of course. You know I’ve been trying to get you to join a campaign for forever.”

“Well… I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet. Maybe I could just… watch? Learn how to play?”

“I mean, it’s not really a spectator sport,” He scoffed, scratching his cheek. “And I think you more than proved yourself tonight. But if you’re more comfortable with that, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Cool, thanks. And the others would be okay with it? You guys seem to take this pretty seriously. You were really kind to let me join today, but I don’t wanna be a nuisance.”

“Sure they will. And if not… well they don’t really have a choice because I’m DM.”

“DM?”

“…Dungeon Master.”

“Oh,” You giggled.

“Yeah… it’s dumb, but it’s fun.”

“No, no. It’s not dumb at all. Especially since it’s something you love.”

A twinkle appeared in his eyes when you said this. He looked you up and down, and you started to get more flustered.

“You sure it’d be okay?” You asked him again.

“I’m sure.”

“Okay. Then I’ll be there. For real this time. I promise.”

“Cool. Good. See you next week, then.”

He nodded at you, clapping his hands behind his back, then took a couple of slow steps away before turning on his heel with a little skip to get into his van. You waved and turned slowly, too, a giant grin on your face. You couldn’t help it. When you started walking back to your car, you saw all three of the boys smirking at you knowingly. Your smile fell immediately and you glared at them and waved a hand to try to get them to stop being so obvious, but this just spurred them on more. Lucas turned around in the backseat and wrapped his arms around himself, pretending that he was making out with someone. Mike and Dustin laughed at this hysterically, but you were mortified. You ran quickly towards your car and got in, reaching into the backseat to push him by the shoulder to get him to stop.

“Real mature. Thanks for that,” You muttered as you started up your car. They were still laughing loudly, completely amused with themselves.

“What the hell was that about?” Dustin asked from the passenger seat, his voice cracking from holding back a giggle.

“What was what?” You snapped.

“That conversation! Did you guys know each other before tonight?”

“Yeah… A little.”

“I’m sorry, how do you know him?” Mike asked, gaining a little bit of his snark back after Lucas’s mockery of you cheered him up a little.

“Just… from school. I don’t know him that well. Why?”

“Because he’s… cool.”

You glared at him in your rearview with a scoff.

“What Mike is trying to say is, you guys are pretty… different,” Lucas added, trying to make you feel better.

“Yeah, I know exactly what Mike was trying to say…” You grumbled under your breath, then turned your head to the backseat. “How did you guys meet him anyways?”

“He let us sit with him on the first day of school,” Mike explained.

“Yeah, he’s the only one who would…” Lucas complained. Dustin ignored him and continued the explanation.

“Then he told us about Hellfire and asked us if we wanted to join. We’ve been eating lunch with him ever since. He’s awesome.”

Typical. He was still constantly trying to rescue people and make them feel like they belonged, like a real-life knight in shining armor. You sighed loudly before you could stop yourself.

“Well, that definitely sounds like Eddie,” You murmured.

You saw Lucas and Mike give each other a look in the rearview mirror.

“I thought you said you didn’t know him that well,” Mike interrogated you.

“Look, I don’t, okay?” You replied defensively. “We’ve only talked a handful of times.”

“Could have fooled me…” Dustin muttered, and you turned your head to glare at him. “Electricity,” He explained simply with an apologetic shrug.

“Electricity?” You repeated quizzically.

“Yeah. It’s just… something Steve said.”

The color left your face at the mention of his name.

“What exactly did Steve say?”

“That when you like somebody, there’s electricity. You can’t see it, but you can feel it. Like, before a storm. I saw it with Max and Lucas before they even did. That’s how I felt when I met Suzie. And you and Eddie definitely had it, too.”

You stared silently at the road, contemplating this. Then you sighed and turned back to Dustin.

“What else did he say?”

“I don’t know. A lot of things. He told me that if I like a girl, I should act like I don’t care to drive her crazy.”

“He told me that, too,” Lucas added. You scoffed at them.

“And that worked for you guys?”

Dustin shrugged.

“I didn’t have to do that with Suzie.”

“Lucas? Did that work on Max?”

“When she gets mad at me, absolutely. I just wait it out and she always comes back… eventually.”

You chortled loudly at this.

“Bullshit,” You said through a giggle. “There’s no way she falls for that. That’s the worst advice I’ve ever heard.”

“He also said that some girls want you to be more aggressive,” Dustin added, “And others like it when you’re slow and stealthy.”

“Like a ninja,” Lucas said, holding his hands up as if he was practicing a karate stance.

“Oh my god,” You groaned.

Is that what he was doing at Sattler’s Quarry that night? Moving in on you stealthily, like a fucking ninja? You cursed yourself for falling for his stupid tricks.

“His advice is sound, trust me,” Dustin shrugged. “Maybe he could help you out with Eddie, too.”

You clenched your jaw, your fists tightening around your steering wheel.

“I don’t need his help,” You snapped a little too harshly. Dustin looked at you quizzically, and you cleared your throat to pretend like the animosity in your tone was a fluke. “Neither do you guys,” You added, your tone much softer. “Trust me, his love life is an absolute mess. You shouldn’t be listening to him.”

“Isn’t yours, too?” Mike sneered.

You wanted to be mad, but he wasn’t wrong. Plus he had been suspiciously quiet for this conversation, especially since taunting Steve was one of his favorite past-times. It was probably because his relationship with El was still on the rocks. You decided to take it easy on him.

“I… okay, smartass. First of all, how would you even know that? And secondly, why are we still talking about this? I’m changing the subject. Can somebody explain to me what exactly happened with Will? He doesn’t wanna play D&D anymore?”

You eyed Mike, but he was watching out the window quietly, his arms crossed. Dustin turned around to look at Lucas, and Lucas shrugged back at him.

“Alright… never mind then,” You muttered, and continued the ride in awkward silence.

You dropped off Lucas first, then stopped at Dustin’s house.

“Do you have everything this time?” You asked him as he gathered his belongings and unbuckled his seatbelt.

“I think so. Thanks for the ride.”

He got out and leaned into the car before he shut the door.

“By the way, we may have been making fun of you, but I do think it would be cool if you and Eddie got together.”

You smiled at him.

“Thanks, Dustin.”

He shut the door and waved as he walked away.

“See you same time next week!” He called. You scoffed at this. He knew as well as you did that you would be using them as an excuse to make Hellfire a weekly visit to spend time with Eddie. After you pulled away, you eyed Mike once again in the backseat.

“You’ve been awfully quiet tonight. That’s unlike you. Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay. Guess we’ll just continue to sit in awkward silence while you mope around, then.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head at you, his arms still crossed defiantly. Then eventually, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Will’s moving to California,” He whispered. You jerked your head around to try to look at him out of the corner of your eye.

“What?” You asked incredulously.

“He didn’t want to come tonight because his mom is moving them to California next month and he was upset that we’re going to be part of a new party without him. That’s what he was telling me today, after school.”

Your eyebrows knitted together sadly. So Joyce had decided to move away after all. You weren’t necessarily surprised, considering how miserable she seemed, but it was still a shock. She held out as long as she could.

“The others don’t know?” You asked him quietly, unsure what else to say.

“No. Not yet.”

You couldn’t believe it. You were certain that their party would have been tied together for life. You had promised Will as much. But now that suddenly wasn’t a guarantee anymore. It was a crushing blow, especially for Mike. He had been carrying the weight of being the only one of his friends who knew all night. No wonder he was so upset.

“I’m sorry, Mike,” You said gently. It was the only thing left to say.

“Yeah. I know,” He sighed. “Me too.”

Then a hush fell over the car, and the two of you sat in melancholy silence for the rest of the ride to Mike’s house.

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Velma

eddie munson x fem!reader

You attend a Halloween party with Eddie, things don't go quite as planned when Jason Carver acts like a jerk.

cw: allusions to curvy reader, drinking, drugs, blood, violence, eddie fights off screen, body insecurities, kissing, not proofread, working on writing fluff

Word Count: 5.5k

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“Are you gonna go to Chelsea Hanover’s Halloween party?” Eddie asked, long legs hanging out the back of his van. His stained Reeboks were planted firmly on the concrete, knees pushing out of the rips in his black jeans. You sat in the parking lot of the movie theater, eating the remainder of the snacks you hadn’t finished earlier. The night was quiet, most Hawkins residents already tucked safely into their beds.

You paused midway through trying to shove a handful of popcorn into your mouth, is Eddie going insane? “Are you going to Chelsea Hanover’s Halloween party?” You were practically gawking as you swung your sock-covered feet in the crisp night air. The sneakers you wore had been abandoned in a pile on the shag carpet.

You thought Eddie was over all the stupid high school activities at this point, with it being his third go at senior-year and all. He’d never talked about going to a party in the past six months of your budding friendship, and, in Hawkins, there were plenty of parties to attend.

He was quiet as he took another drink from his slushie, red-stained lips turning up into a smirk. “I was thinking about going to sell. Make some money off the rich kids.”

“What, do you want me to come entertain you?” There was an edge to your voice that you didn’t expect. Your chest felt tight as soon as he brought up the party, anxiety knitting your lungs together. You traced the cracks in the asphalt with your eyes.

Your frustration wasn’t meant for Eddie, it rarely ever was.

You had to stop pretending that all your so-called friends from your junior year of high school weren’t because of Billy. None of them had even bothered to speak to you since he dumped you like trash last summer. And especially not since the day of his funeral. They were fake and plastic people.

Eddie chuckled, fishing his carton of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. He didn’t seem to notice how stiff you’d become, your legs rigid in the night air. “Well, yeah. If you want. It could be a night of making fun of Hawkins’ finest.”

You smiled weakly, trying to hide the sour mood that had come over you. Eddie just wanted a friend to be there–you knew Gareth and Jeff would say no immediately. You didn’t want to throw him to the wolves alone. Chelsea Hanover’s parties were awful if you didn’t know anyone or didn’t want to dance. Eddie didn’t seem like much of a dancer to you. “You know what, sure. Count me in, Munson.”

His pearly white teeth lit up in the glow of his lighter as he brought the cigarette to his lips, a smile radiating across his masculine features. A tendril of anxiety wrapped around your throat as you filed through worst-case-scenarios, each growing more and more catastrophic.

Your stomach did a flip as you pushed the bucket of popcorn aside, trying to be subtle as your thoughts raced. You suddenly obsessed about how your thighs pressed together and your bra cut into the layer of excess fat in your back, all new discoveries in the past couple of months. Your mother had reminded you that being thin at eighteen would be harder than being thin at seventeen—you’d locked yourself in your bathroom to cry for the better part of your birthday after stepping on the scale.

Eddie didn’t seem to notice your turmoil, methodically chewing as though everything was fine. Of course he wouldn’t notice, he didn’t understand the intricacies of girlhood that made your skin feel too tight. You fluffed your sweater out, suddenly self-conscious about what areas of your body it was snug against.

Robin would help you find a costume.

—

The high socks squeezed just above your knees as you made your way up to the front door, red skirt swishing around the middles of your plush thighs with each step. You took a deep breath, a wave of heat and sound rolling over you as you opened the door. There were people in a variety of costumes everywhere inside. A few classmates nodded at you in acknowledgment as you shut the door and stepped into the humid living room, quickly turning their attention back to their friends.

Where was Eddie? You did a once over of the room, scanning the edges of the dance floor for the shaggy-haired boy. The couches had all been pushed out of the way to make space for a makeshift dance floor, the stereo in the corner booming Cyndi Lauper. It was a miracle that it couldn’t be heard outside.

The clusters of people spilled into the kitchen. There was limited space to weave through the crowd, you kept whispering apologies as you made your way to the other room. Upon entering, you were handed a cup of red punch from a boy you vaguely knew from English. You offered him a smile, a nod in his direction as you raised the cup to your lips.

You wrinkled your nose as you took a sip, it was strong.

There were no traces of Eddie anywhere. The room was filled with Indiana Joneses and Maddonas and Ghostbusters and Flashdance characters. No curly-headed metalheads in sight, though. Eddie didn’t seem like someone who would wear a Halloween costume, not for a party he was planning on dealing at.

You leaned against the breakfast counter lazily, watching the people on the dance floor bump into one another. The plastic cup stuck to your fingers as you gulped down the rest of the drink, grimacing at the after taste of vodka. You traced the edges of the porcelain tiles as you took up your place as a designated wallflower.

You downed four more cups of the punch before you got restless, deciding to investigate the rest of the party before accepting defeat. Your feet shuffled in slow motion as you approached the sliding glass door on the other end of the room. It was open, allowing teens to trickle outside and spread across the dark backyard.

The smell of cigarettes and weed wafted through the door as the autumn breeze picked it up, sparking a small flame of hope that your best friend was outside.

You tripped on the door track as you stepped into the much cooler night, steadying yourself and your sloshing drink against the doorframe before looking up. There were a few groups outside, most nursing drinks or joints or cigarettes and murmuring to one another. The music coming from the living room was so faint that you could barely make out the lyrics.

“Hey, Velma!” Your head slowly turned towards the voice, your lips buzzing as the alcohol settled in. Eddie was illuminated by the soft light diffused by the curtains in the kitchen window. He sat at a metal table with his trusty lunch box, head cocked slightly to the side as he absorbed your costume. You realized he was wearing a dark green “Corroded Coffin” t-shirt under his leather jacket and dark jeans, meaning you vaguely matched.

If you squinted, or drank too much.

You fell into the chair next to him with an oof!, crossing your legs at the ankles as you leaned back. Your head lolled back to rest on the weathered cushion as a breathy laugh escaped your throat. “We match,” you said, looking at how the stars were swirling in the sky. Your breaths were heavy as you waited for the world to still, a smile stretching its way across your face regardless.

“I didn’t know you were gonna come in costume, princess,” Eddie laughed, busily rolling joints to keep his hands occupied. You placed the sticky plastic cup on the table before stretching your arms out in front of you. Your gaze traced the wide cable-knit of the orange sweater, wiggling your fingers as you contemplated.

Self-consciousness reared its ugly head, making you sit up and lean closer to the brunette. “Do I look bad?” you whispered, fingertips finding the edge of your skirt. Your eyes were wide as he paused to study you, a soft grin breaking out on his face. You waited for his judgment, fiddling with anything in your reach before landing on braiding a thin strip of your hair.

“You look great,” he assured. There was a beat of silence, your heads still bent together conspiratorially. Eddie looked like he was thinking, his tongue licked his bottom lip. “You should’ve told me you were gonna dress up, I would’ve done it with you.”

“You already look like you did, Shaggy,” you murmured with a sly half smile, taking another drink as you settled back into the metal chair. Eddie grinned, glancing down at his own outfit.

Everything got all fuzzy on the edges as you finished the red liquid in your cup, joking with Eddie between drug deals. The basketball players who came by barely looked at you, only sparing glances as Eddie overcharged them for weed.

He didn’t notice the cold shoulders, or he at least pretended not to, making fun of their costume choices as soon as they walked away. You pretended like they didn’t bother you. It felt strange to be at one of these parties after everything that happened with Billy, you’d never felt more invisible.

But Eddie saw you, his brown eyes drifting to you more often than usual. You couldn’t tell if it was just because he was worried about how much you were drinking. You found yourself liking the way he talked, hands waving wildly as his voice slid into different impersonations of the people around you. He was always so genuinely Eddie, you wondered what it would feel like to be like that.

“I’m gonna grab another drink,” you said as Eddie’s attention was pulled away by a group of juniors with wide eyes and crumpled dollar bills. He gave you a thumbs up as he rifled through the contents of his stash.

You swayed a bit as you stood, your grip on the plastic cup crumpling it slightly. The juniors eyed you as you walked around the edge of their little group, Eddie’s voice spitting out prices calling their attention back to him.

Armed with a deep breath to ground yourself, you shouldered your way back into the house. There were even more people than before. With no room to move properly, you jammed yourself into the throng of people that were making their way to the kitchen. Despite how many people were here there was surprisingly still plenty to drink.

You had never known Chelsea to be so generous, at least not during your short-lived friendship.

You stopped in front of the punch bowl, staring at your wobbling reflection in the liquid as you filled your cup with the ladle. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you hardly recognized yourself. The proportions of your face were so different than when you primped and prepped in the mirror, your gaze felt less harsh as you stared at the girl in the punch bowl. You could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks as you glared at the rose-colored image of yourself, wondering what you actually looked like.

A hand clasped your shoulder, an anchor back to reality. You pivoted on your heel, thinking that Eddie had come to talk to you about something, maybe ready to leave and go find somewhere to park and talk and listen to music.

Your face fell when you recognized Jason Carver’s blue eyes.

It had been ages since Jason had so much as talked to you. He used to follow Billy around like a puppy, hoping that it would make him the captain of the basketball team after graduation. Of course, Billy had treated Jason like the rest of you, rewarding his neediness with a cold shoulder.

“You know, Billy would be so disappointed if he was still here.” Jason may as well have spit on you. You stepped back, your spine pressing into the chilly counter as you tried to put some space between you. His eyes had a hard time settling, staring you up and down as you tried to remain still under his gaze. “He probably wouldn’t even recognize you, especially now that you’re hanging out with the losers.”

You scowled, rage making your throat tighten. “He didn’t even like you, Jason.” Blonde eyebrows rose in surprise. “I’m sure he’s rolling in his grave knowing that the pathetic Jesus kid who would’ve blown him if he asked is in charge of the basketball team.”

You were getting a little too loud, the people standing nearest to you were turning their heads to see what the commotion was about. Jason evaluated the crowd before grabbing your wrist, a sick smile spreading across his face. “I think you’ve had enough.” There was a threatening edge to his voice as he leaned to whisper in your ear.

You strained against him, the punch sloshing over the edges of the cup and down your fingers. Droplets flecked onto his yellow Teen Wolf costume like blood. Panic started to creep up your throat, the reminder that none of the other people at the party were going to help you made your blood run cold.

“Jason, stop,” you muttered, your voice thick. More punch slid down your hand as you tried to tug yourself from his grip. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you attempted to find a way out. “Let me go.”

He squeezed your wrist even tighter as hot tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and rolled down your cheeks. You were sure long lines of mascara were left behind, you couldn’t even move your free hand to wipe them away. Fear paralyzed you as the pounding of the music filled every space in your mind. Your mind whirred uselessly, so caught off guard by the aggression that you hardly knew how to respond.

A ringed hand wrapped around Jason’s forearm; you flinched at the sudden intrusion. Eddie was bristling next to you, squeezing the jock’s arm until he let you go. You pulled your wrist back to your chest, your brows knitting together as your lips fell into a pout.

The metalhead pushed his lunchbox into your stomach, his eyes dark as they scoured your face. “How about you go wait in the van, princess? The keys are inside the box,” he murmured, his expression leaving no room for protest. You hesitated a moment, causing him to jerk his chin smoothly toward the front door. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed, his jaw set.

Suddenly shy, you dropped your gaze to the floor. Everything was swimming around you, the party too loud and the room too hot and your hands were so sticky with punch. You’d never felt more overwhelmed.

Nodding once, you gripped the handle of the lunchbox for dear life as you scurried out of the house. By the time the night air hit you, you realized you were still holding the cup, most of it empty as it coated your hand and stained the skin. You choked back the rest of its contents, crumpling it in your hand and tossing it into the grass. Eddie’s van was parked across the street, looking out of place amongst the other cars.

–

You were almost asleep in the passenger seat by the time Eddie threw the door open, scaring you into waking up. He was obscured by the lights of the house behind him as he climbed inside. “Eddie, what happened?” you croaked as he tried to jam the keys into the ignition, his hands practically vibrating.

You gasped as he turned to look in the center console. His right eyebrow was caked entirely with blood, a gash splitting it nearly in two. Blood was smeared in a trail down his face, following the curve of his nostril and making its way over his pale throat and to his shirt collar. He plucked a cigarette carton out of the glove box, the streetlamp illuminating the smears of blood across his pale fingers. His knuckles were blown apart.

“Eddie,” you murmured, reaching across the center console hesitantly. He still didn’t look at you, rummaging around for his zippo. The house beyond was relatively quiet, no signs of a party other than all the cars parked along the sidewalk. Jason walked into view of the upstairs bathroom window, glaring at the van before pulling down the shade. His face was smeared with blood, his costume ruffled.

The chains on Eddie’s jacket sleeve jingled as he lit the cigarette, taking a drag with a sigh. “Eddie.” You hesitated for a moment before you pressed your palm into the worn leather. You could feel the muscles in his shoulder jump under your fingertips–you rarely ever touched him. It just felt like a boundary the two of you never crossed. “Y-you didn’t have to do that,” you said.

The heater and the radio jumped to life, Dio blasting in the small space. Eddie’s brows furrowed as he turned to study your face. “Of course I had to,” his voice was surprisingly soft. His hand came out of nowhere, a warm thumb wiping your cheek. Your nerves must have been fried, because you leaned into his touch without thinking about it. “That idiot made you cry, couldn’t just let him get away with it.”

You pulled in a ragged breath, a bit surprised by the amount of tenderness in his voice. His hand was so warm, his fingers wiping away the lines of makeup that ran down your cheeks when you cried. Shaking fingers brought the cigarette back to his pink lips, you watched him take a drag and blow the smoke out of the corner of his mouth.

“Can we go?” you whispered, your voice hoarse as your throat tightened. It was all you could do to keep from crying, you didn’t even know why you wanted to cry this time.

He smiled, nodding as he pulled away from the curb like a maniac. His hand dropped from your face, turning the radio up until the heavy sound of a guitar riff was blasting through the speakers.

—

Apparently it was Wayne’s night off, so the trailer was off-limits for a late night sanctuary. That was how you ended up at the quarry, the side door pulled open as you and Eddie sprawled out in the back of the van. You’d guzzled a bottle of water as soon as you parked, already starting to feel like a bit of a human being again.

Eddie had cleaned up his face with the bandana he kept in his back pocket. The gash in his eyebrow looked painful, but he kept assuring you it was fine. He sat against the wall of the van as he wiped his knuckles, the largest one on his right hand slightly torn.

It was like once you all had crossed the barrier of touch, Eddie didn’t want to stop. He just kept touching you, be it a hand brushing against your arm or his leg jostling yours. It felt shockingly comfortable, making you wonder why you had been so resistant to touching him before.

“Those rings must not have felt nice,” you commented absentmindedly, laying on your stomach on the carpet as you watched him. Moonlight flooded in the van through the open door, glinting off the silver that adorned his fingers.

He smiled, flexing his hands as he looked down at them. “Carver didn’t seem too excited about them,” he murmured, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

You’d cleaned most of the makeup off your face on the drive to the quarry using a baby wipe you kept in your purse. He hardly ever saw you with a clean face, the moonlight revealing a few blemishes on your skin. The urge to cover your cheeks still lingered, but it felt nice to have it off.

“Thanks for like, defending my honor and stuff,” you murmured, looking down at your chipped nail polish. “You really didn’t have to do that, Eddie.”

The idea that he would go out of his way to fight Jason Carver on your behalf was still hard for you to wrap your head around. Eddie loved to talk and bitch and complain about the basketball team and larger society regularly, but he wasn’t violent.

“I did.” His eyes searched yours, wide and honest as always. A joint found its way between his long fingers, he took a deep drag. You watched him through heavy eyelids as he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, he continued until he’d finished nearly half the joint. “I couldn’t just let him mess with you like that, not my girl.”

My girl. My girl. My girl. The phrase went off in your head like a bell. You didn’t know if he’d said it just because he was high or if he actually meant it like that. You wet your lips with your tongue, glancing at him for a moment.

“Well, thanks,” you breathed, twirling your fingers in a loose thread on one of the weaved blankets he kept in the back of the van. You had wrapped yourself in it on multiple occasions, mostly on cold nights when you were ungodly high. But tonight, alcohol thrummed through you like liquid fire.

Eddie finished the remainder of the joint on his own, his warm brown eyes tinged with pink as his smile stretched easier. There was a fluidity to him when he was stoned, his normally theatrical mannerisms mellowing out to something that seemed less like a performance and more genuine. His movements became more languid, his lanky form sprawling out on a half-deflated bean bag. His calf rested on top of your leg.

The cassette that was playing ended, the power chords fading into silence as you heard the player whir to a stop. The water lapping at the cliff face below and the breeze rustling the foliage outside the van seemed louder, indicative of the transition from fall to winter that was soon to come.

“You want to pick the next one?” Eddie asked, his voice soft and breathy like it always got when he was stoned. It was sweet of him to ask, considering you knew that he already had a playlist of what he wanted to put on next written out in his head. He was particular about music, always wanting to be in-control of what was playing no matter where you were.

You knew he meant for you to pick from his cassette collection.

“Yeah,” you answered, a smirk starting to spread on your face. You stood up, your feet digging into the shag carpet as you crouched to avoid hitting your head. “I’ve got a Madonna tape in my purse that I’ve been wanting to listen to.”

“Madonna?” You could hear the anguish in his voice as you stepped over his long legs to reach the front. There was an air of disbelief at your choice, Eddie couldn’t stand Madonna.

You laughed, nodding as you pulled the aforementioned tape from your bag and flashing it to Eddie. “You said I could pick,” you teased, hunkering down in front of the radio to exchange the cassettes. Stunned silence filled the space behind you as you waited for the Dio tape to be spit out, you tapped the Madonna cassette against your kneecap.

What at first was silence burst into a flurry of motion behind you.

Before you could react, Eddie’s hands locked around your waist from behind and elicited a squeal from your throat as he yanked you back. “I’m not listening to Madonna,” he said, twisting his body around yours to try to snatch the tape from your hand.

You scrambled, holding the cassette out of his reach and angling your shoulders to keep him away. “Eddie! You said I could pick!” you exclaimed with a peal of laughter, feeling the length of his body pressed against the back of yours. He pulled you close with a forearm curled around your waist, reaching over your shoulder.

“Yeah, you can pick from good music!” His chin bumped the top of your head as you both fell forward from losing your balance. The floor absorbed most of the impact, Eddie’s shoulder banging into the floorboards next to you. You let out a soft grunt as Eddie landed partially on top of you, pressing you into the carpet.

“This is good music,” you insisted, digging your elbow and knees into the thick carpet so you could shimmy forward. Eddie slammed an elbow in front of your shoulder, stopping any forward movement. There was no time to redirect as he melded you into his shadows, lanky limbs moving over where you were prone. His other hand curled around your wrist, so close to taking the tape. “You’re just judgmental!”

In a last ditch effort you twisted your arm from his grip, pulling your hand under your body and pressing the tape between your stomach and the rustled blanket. “You’re not being fair!” You were still giggling, Eddie stuffed his fingers between your forearm and your stomach in an attempt to follow the path of your arm.

“It’s my van, princess,” Eddie said with a breathy laugh of his own. He lifted himself off you, letting you breathe for a moment before his hands scooped beneath your shoulders and flipped you onto your back. “I can judge however I want to.”

You tried to push him away with your feet, matching smiles on your faces as he reached for you around the assault. With a shove your legs were out of the way, his torso settling between them with your knees on either side of his ribs. He leaned over you, managing to pry the tape from your hands and slide it into the pocket of his leather jacket.

You still had some fight in you, reaching for Eddie’s pocket before he grabbed your wrists and pressed them to the floor. “Eddie!” you whined, squirming in an attempt to throw him off.

He was smiling above you with all his teeth, the two of you panting as you stared at one another. The distance between you decreased, long fingers threading through yours as his head dipped lower. You were so close that you could practically count his eyelashes. Eddie scraped his teeth over his lower lip, a clear sign that he was about to ask you something. You nodded before he could, your heart pounding in your chest as you prayed that you weren’t reading into things.

When he pressed his lips against yours you knew you guessed right.

You sighed into it, your eyes fluttering closed as your mouth moulded to his. Butterflies had made a home in your stomach, part of you wondering when you started having feelings for Eddie. Why did it take you so long to do something about them?

His mouth was so soft, slotting against yours in clumsy open-mouthed kisses. You both were smiling, giggling nervously when your teeth clashed or noses bumped. It was as though you both were clumsy and new to this, the anxiety of wanting to impress making you forget how to relax for a moment. His hair tickled your cheeks and neck, curling wildly in every direction. You desperately wanted to thread your fingers into it, your hands flexing against his.

A strong gust of wind blew dried leaves into the open door of the van, the chill cutting through your clothes making the two of you pull away from one another with laughs. Eddie tugged the door closed in a quick motion, leaning back on a bean bag and patting the side of his thigh in a motion to come over there.

The moonlight was diffused through the windows on the sliding side doors, illuminating Eddie in a beautiful silver as you practically crawled on your hands and knees to him. You were a bit off-balance, partially falling against his chest. He chuckled, curling an arm around your back and pulling you closer with a wide hand pressed against the curve of your spine.

“Been waiting to kiss you like this for months,” Eddie murmured, his calloused fingers tracing along your cheek. You leaned into his touch, your hands resting on the soft Corroded Coffin shirt he wore.

“Yeah?” you asked, your eyes wide as you looked at him. Part of you didn’t want to believe him, you’d thought his taste in women leaned on either far-end of the Morticia Addams to Chrissy Cunningham spectrum. Maybe you were wrong, or at least you prayed that you were. When considering the Eddie Spectrum of eligible women, you were situated somewhere near the middle.

He nodded, stamping a quick kiss to your lips. “Of course, princess,” he said, his other hand coming to rest on the curve of your thigh. Goosebumps pricked along your skin, his fingertips tracing up and down the bare section of your leg between the skirt and high socks. “And you make a very cute, Velma.”

You rolled your eyes at the compliment, shrugging it off. “You don’t mean that,” you whispered, eyes cast down at the blood soaked into the collar of his shirt. Shyness consumed you, it had been a while since a guy had flirted with you like this.

Well, Eddie’s fingers drawing figure-eights on the outside of your thigh felt like a little more than flirting.

One of his eyebrows lifted, disappearing beneath his bangs as he looked at you. “I do mean it.” Before you could argue with him, he pulled you into another kiss.

It was enough to take your mind off of it, your head tilting up toward his as you twisted your body closer to him. Your hips turned, the handcuffs serving as his belt buckle digging into you through the thick fabric of your skirt. Thick thighs split apart over his knee, your spine curving on instinct.

Normally, you wouldn’t have considered the back of Eddie’s van to be romantic, but now there was nowhere else you would rather be.

Unable to think of much else, the kisses became messier. The sloppy smacks of your mouth against his made you giddy, fingers curling over his shoulders and keeping him close. His hand slipped under your sweater, palm pressing into your ribs like a brand. A submissive whimper was pulled from your throat, a dizzy feeling filling your head. You didn’t know if it was from the lack of oxygen or the alcohol you’d drank earlier.

Heat was pooling between your legs, making your thighs momentarily squeeze against his. The feeling of Eddie touching you made your insecurities about how your body had changed melt away, he didn’t seem to mind the softer parts of you as much as you did. Your hands traveled to his belt and traced the silver buckle of it, making Eddie pull away with a shake of his head. “Not tonight, baby,” he murmured, a sheepish smile curling his pink lips.

Despite the small part of your mind that was still rational, it felt like a slap to the face. You stiffened in his hold as you yanked your hands back like you’d touched a hot stove. “Oh, uh, sorry. I misunderstood,” you murmured, trying to tamp down the sting of rejection. You didn’t want him to feel bad, there wasn’t anything to feel guilty for.

Eddie snorted, shaking his head again. “Trust me, I want to,” he breathed, gently cupping your cheek. Something burned in his gaze. His thumb pressed into the corner of your spit-slicked lips, his chocolate brown eyes lingering for a moment. “Just don’t want to when you’re drunk, not in the back of my van.”

There was a sincerity in his tone that made you melt, rejection fading into yet another reason you felt like you were starting to fall head over heels for Eddie. “Okay, you’re right,” you said sweetly, turning your head to kiss the pad of his thumb.

“You want me to pick another tape?” The silence that had fallen over the van became noticeable.

He laughed, seemingly having forgotten what had gotten the two of you tangled together in the first place. “No Madonna in the van, those are the rules,” he said, his fingers caressing your jaw. “Even for pretty girls like you.”

“Oh shut up,” you sighed, your face heating up despite yourself. “You’re just trying to butter me up so I pick Metallica.”

Eddie snorted, the width of his shoulders squaring with confidence as he kept you in the space between his arm and torso. You could feel how warm he was. “You really think so?” he asked, the soft lilt of a tease in his voice.

“I wouldn’t put it past you.” It still felt like there was lightning between your ribs, electricity pooling at every juncture where you and Eddie touched.

“But, I was teasing you. It’s a Van Halen cassette… you would know that if you’d bothered to read it before you decided to wrestle me for it.” You stamped another kiss against the tip of his nose. He wrinkled it endearingly, making you smile.

“Well now I’m glad I didn’t.”

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #reader insert #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #joseph quinn #eddie is a soft boy

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𝑬𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕

{ fem!reader }

~A/N: I used to see these all the time. I miss them, so I made one. It's was just a little fun thing to write.

18+ minors dni

𝑨= 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 (𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕)

Oh, Eddie's obsessed with aftercare. He loves giving it and receiving it. If he's been particularly rough with you. When you're done and satisfied. He'll hold you close until you're finally relaxed. "Need some water, sweetheart? " "how about a little snack?"

"Here, stay in my arms, and I'll hold you." "You did so well for me." He'll rock you and place gentle kisses all over your body.

If Eddie's the one getting the aftercare. He loves to have his hair played with. He wants to lay back in your arms and have you scratch his head. He adores praises, too. So you better flatter him. "Eddie, you were amazing tonight." "You were so good for me." He'll flatter you too, don't worry.

"Such a good girl taking all of that tonight."

"Look at you sweetheart you're beautiful."

"Such a good girl."

Baths and showers together. He loves washing you and cleaning you off. Or just sitting in the bathtub together, laughing with you.

𝑩= 𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 (𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔)

Eddie loves his hands. He loves the way they look when they're gripping onto you tight or wrapped around your throat. "You look so beautiful with my hand around that pretty neck of yours."

He likes he fingers too. He loves using them as a gag for you or pumping them in and out of you fast or slow. "You like my fingers, baby?"You like how they make you feel, huh?" "Think you can take a third?"

His favorite body part(s) of yours are.

Firstly, he loves your body and everything about it. His favorite things are your lip. He can't get enough of them when they're kissing him all over or they're wrapped around his cock. "Your lips are so soft God I can't wait to feel them on my cock later."

He also loves your thighs too. Smacking them or gripping them tight. Eddie particularly enjoys holding onto your love handles. He thinks they are the sexiest thing on anyone. His hands holding on while you ride him really drives him crazy.

𝑪= 𝑪𝒖𝒎 (𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕)

He's loves it. He loves to get cum on himself or on you. He likes to get it all over your tits or ass. You noticed he really, really likes cuming inside you, too."Want me to fill you up? Hmm?"

He'll cum literally anywhere on your body. You just tell him where, and he's giving it all to you. No hesitations. "Where do you want it, sweetheart?" He's either stroking his cock or pulling out asking you where he can spill it out on your body. He'll cum on your tongue and make you stick it out so he can see. "You like the way i taste don't you?"

𝑫= 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 (𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚)

He has lots of photos stashed of you in his bedside table. He really doesn't keep secrets from you, though. You know about the photos. He's an open book with you. He trusts you so much. there isn't anything you don't know about him.

𝑬= 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 (𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈)

He knows what he's doing. He does tend to get nervous sometimes. Which comes off like he doesn't know what he's doing at first. When you began dating, he had so much anxiety about it. He didn't want to disappoint you.

Eddie wanted to make a good impression, but he overthinks. Your first time together was very good whether he wanted to remember it that way or not. He would constantly check in with you asking or saying, "Is this good?" "Are you feeling good?" "How do you like it?"I only care about you right now."

You had to reassure him for a little bit that he was doing a good job making you feel good. He lightened up and just focused on your pleasure first. Once you both got to know each other more, he was more laid back and relaxed when it came to sex.

𝑭= 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Eddie has lots. There isn't a position he hasn't had you in that he didn't like. His all-time favorite would be between missionary with your thighs pressed to your chest. He can be so much deeper that way and have so much control over you. The other would have to be reverse cowgirl. He gets all the enjoyment of gripping your hips if he wants. He loves watching you ride him and staring at your ass. But the thing about this position that really gets him going is watching you bouncing on his cock. He loves watching himself inside of you. Those cute little whimpers you make when his cock spreads you open. He could cum on the spot just from that.

𝑮= 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒇𝒚 (𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚)

Eddie is literally the goofiest guy you've been with. The first time you had sex you were also nervous. He did what he does best and tried to make you laugh. The moment he buried himself inside of you. he was trying to be funny and ease your nerves. "Come here often?" You both snorted and went into a fit of giggles. He was a nervous wreck more so than you were you.

He's still goofy sometimes during sex. He has the ability to go from rough and hard to whispering a joke seductively in your ear. Eddie appreciates the fun silly side of sex. If your bodies make a funny noise best, believe he'll laugh about it. Sex is supposed to be fun. It's not supposed to be this serious thing all the time.

One time, he got a cramp as he was taking you from behind, and he fell down. Instead of him getting embarrassed, he just laughed and stayed lying down on the floor. "Eddie, are you okay?" "Yeah never better. Why do you ask?"

Giggly sex was your favorite with him. You've even had to stop in the middle of it because you're both laughing so hard at something he did or said.

𝑯= 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒓 (𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔)

Eddie doesn't groom too much because he's not an extremely hair guy. He'll give himself a little trim up, but other than that, he doesn't really do anything else.

𝑰= 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒚 (𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉/𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚)

Eddie loves you. He loves you deeply. He's a very romantic guy at heart.

He's all of it. He's rough/dirty and romantic. He enjoys watching your face when he takes you. During those nights when he wants to get romantic. He likes to set the mood. He puts your scarves over his lamps to give the room a nice glow. He's running his fingers along every curve of your body.

He's touching, caressing, licking, and kissing every inch of you. He'll give you a nice massage with oil. He prefers the edible kind because no matter what he his lips are on you. You felt so wanted and desired by him.

He'll nibble on your neck and whisper in your ear. You told him in passing your lower back is very sensitive, so he pays special attention to that. Kneading and pressing on it carefully, then rubbing his hands all over it.

In his rougher moods, he likes to place his hands on your neck, squeezing it gently. He likes to spank you and overstimulate you to the point that you have tears running down your face. He'll cuff you to his bed. Maybe do some face slapping, but nothing too hard. He doesn't want to actually hurt your pretty face. He'll put you in different positions himself. He enjoys pulling your hair.

𝑱= 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇𝒇 (𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏)

He used to do it all the time before he met you. Every once in a while, he'll touch himself occasionally. Having alone time and just making yourself feel good is important. He'll mainly do it in the shower so there is less of a clean-up. You do like watching him stroking himself too. On nights, if you're sleeping and he wakes up horny he'll carefully stroke his cock. Eddie will try to see if you're up before doing it. Just in case. But the minute he hears that tired grown of yours, he's leaving you alone.

𝑲= 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌 (𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍)

Eddie has lots of them. They're tame for the most part.

Daddy kink for sure, but he also likes it when you call him, sir. It just depends on his mood.

Breeding kink

Role-playing (he likes to dress up. ghostface? He likes it when you dress up for him. A naughty damsel in distress is his favorite.)

Voyeurism

Praise kink

Choking

Spanking (giving and receiving)

𝑳= 𝑳𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏)

He'll fuck you pretty much anywhere but he prefers his bedroom. He's got all of the fun stuff stashed away in there.

𝑴= 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌/𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒔)

Everything about you.

Literally, you don't have to do much of anything, and he wants you. If we're getting specific. What turns him on is just seeing you lounging around in your panties with a t-shirt on. There is something about seeing you comfortable like that, that makes him want to take you immediately. also, you take the time to learn about his hobbies. There is just something about you reading up on DnD or his favorite metal bands. You remembered one night you vaguely mentioned something about lord of the rings. He was on you instantly.

𝑵= 𝑵𝒐 (𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒅𝒐)

Eddie used to like the idea of threesomes. He tried it out with an ex of his, and it was a disaster. That's how he found out he hated sharing. The thought of sharing you already makes his blood boil. Count out threesomes. That's a big NO.

Eddie's a jealous guy. He wouldn't like seeing some other person touching you and making you moan the same way he does.

Anything that makes you uncomfortable. The second he sees any type of hesitation, he's not doing it. He'll never pressure you into trying something only because he's curious about it.

𝑶= 𝑶𝒓𝒂𝒍 (𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆)

Loves both. He loves giving and receiving. The way you look gagging on his cock when it hits the back of your throat. Your eyes all teary and mascara running down your cheeks. "You're so pretty with my cock stuffed down your throat baby."

Eddie loves giving, too. He can do it for hours if let him. He'll hook your legs over his shoulders and use his mouth and tongue on you until you're begging him to stop. "Fuck baby you taste so sweet." He'll constantly compliment you too while he's doing it.

𝑷= 𝑷𝒂𝒄𝒆 (𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒅)

It really just depends on how pent-up he is that day. He likes to go fast and slow.

To be honest, it all about how you want it. If you're begging him to go faster, then he's picking up the pace. If you want him to slow it down, then he's doing just that. There are some nights where he wants to be rough, so he's slamming into you hard. Then there are other nights when he's taking it nice and slow. Keeping the mood very passionate and sensual.

He can last for a really, really long time, or he's giving you a solid ten minutes. But count on the four play to go on for a long while.

𝑸= 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒆 (𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅)

Yeah he's that guy pulling you into the nearest closet or empty room for a quick fuck. At parties especially. There was one time you were all out with friends, and a guy was checking you out. Eddie pulled you into the nearest closet to start pounding into you hard and fast. He'll spit on his hand and rub on his cock to get you nice and ready for him. "Don't worry, baby, I'm just reminding you who you belong to." "Now bend over."

𝑹= 𝑹𝒊𝒔𝒌 (𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔)

Always, but he's not gonna spring anything on you out of the blue. He'll mention it in passing or when you're both just sitting around. He wants to see your reaction, and then he'll go from there. If you're hesitant at first, he'll drop it. But if you bring it back up to him. Showing that you're very, very sure about trying whatever it is, he's curious about. Then he's going to be so good to you.

𝑺= 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂 (𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔)

This all just really depends on how worked up he is and how much sleep he's been getting. He can go multiple rounds in between some resting. Each round, the time varies, but he's not stopping until you're unable to walk.

𝑻= 𝑻𝒐𝒚𝒔 (𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒕𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔)

Eddie loves toys. He buys them for himself and you all the time. He favorite thing to do is use a vibrator on you while he's inside of you. But he also likes it when you use toys on him too. He likes to be overstimulated and edges with your vibrator on its highest setting. running it along his cock and sensitive tip.

𝑼= 𝑼𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓 (𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔)

Eddie is a tease, but he hates to be teased. He'll constantly give you little light touches and whisper dirty things in your ear. "I bet you want my cock right now don't you?" Or "You wanna cum huh? Gotta beg me, first sweetheart. " His grin gives it away if he's in the mood to tease you. He'll run his hands close to the areas you want the most attention. His finger tips tracing little shapes in your skin. He knows what he's doing. He wants to get you all frustrated and frustrated. Just don't do that to him.

𝑽= 𝑽𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒆 (𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌)

Oh, he's loud. Eddie is very vocal. He moans, and he grunts, but also whimpers a lot, too. He talks a lot during four play. He likes to taunt you during that time. He does prefer to check in with you to ask if you're feeling good. He's always been that way, and you greatly appreciate it. He's louder than you now that you think about it. You remember a neighbor banging on your front door because Eddie was being too loud. The poor guy thought he was getting attacked.

𝑾= 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅 (𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒕)

Eddie loves attention and gets off to the thought of others watching him. Maybe touching himself or using a toy.

Eddie wants to get you pregnant one day. That's where his breeding kink comes into play. He wants to pump you full of his cum all the time.

Loves phone sex. He likes to talk, and the thought of getting you off with just his voice alone turns him on so much.

Likes chasing you around and pinning you down underneath him, but also likes it when he gets pinned down. He's stronger than you, but it turns him on so much when he lets you over power him.

𝑿= 𝑿-𝒓𝒂𝒚 (𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒎 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔)

I'd say he's pretty average, maybe a little bigger than average. He's thick, though. I like to think he's uncut. He likes to mock you if you're struggling to it all.

𝒀= 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 (𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍)

Eddie has a pretty high sex drive. If he's not thinking about sex. He's definitely having sex with you.

The little soft touches and intertwining his fingers with yours as he slowly pushes inside you. Hearing you cry out for him to take you harder. Holding you in his arms afterward. It's what makes his sexdrive so high. The thought of just bringing you so much pleasure and having you open up to him is what he looks forward to. You got this man yearning for you 24/7.

𝒁= 𝒁𝒛𝒛𝒛 (𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓)

He naturally has lots of energy. You're the one who passes out after. Most of the time, he's up and ready to do something else. He likes playing his guitar after while you sleep. In the off chance he actually does fall asleep, it's only because you two have been at it for hours and hours. He likes to be the big spoon when you're cuddling after. He'll let you be the little spoon on occasion. "Alright, sweetheart, you can the big spoon tonight." He prefers to keep you close with a hand holding one of your tits. Other than that, he's wide awake, letting you get plenty of rest.

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unsolved-duvall · 11 months

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one thing you learn about eddie very early on in your relationship, is that he talks a lot. so much so, that sometimes you truly worry when he hasn’t stopped talking for a while— he hasn’t even stopped to take a breath. he’s all wide eyed, and dramatic hands when he’s telling you a story. and you adore him, you adore the way he animates himself. but the boy needs to breathe. so, sometimes, you have to gently grab him by the jaw and pull his mouth against yours, kissing him so softly that it’s barely even a kiss. you aren’t kissing him to shut him up. no, absolutely not. you would never do that. you simply need him to breathe. so that’s what you tell him when you slowly pull away from the kiss— “eddie, baby? take a breath, yeah?”. but what you don’t realise is that you’re actions, mixed with your soft words, have the opposite affect on him. your lips against his were already enough to steal any remaining air from his lungs, but now? now you’re calling him baby and speaking to him like he’s the only person in the world. and eddie’s fighting for any drop of air he can find. he’s all rosy cheeks and kiss-bitten lips that are parted slightly as he stares at you. you call his name again, not even sure he’s still with you. and that’s when a smile covers his face and his lightly freckled nose scrunches up, and he’s leaning back in to kiss you like it’s his lifeline.

eddie munson talks a lot. but you wouldn’t want him any other way.

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xechowritesx · 2 years

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made for lovin' you || e.m.

summary → after years of silently pining for your best friend, you finally accept a date at your favorite dive bar. but things never go as planned, do they? alternatively, jealous eddie, too many whiskey shots, and a friendship shattering, almost confession that leads to some delicious smut.

word count → 5.9K (yeah, yeah, i'm a wordy bitch, idk what to tell y'all).

warnings → insufferable pining (a real idiots to lovers), cursing, fucking in the back of eddie's van, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, please!), squirting, daddy kink.

extras → don't really have an excuse of this other than i'm entirely whipped by this man. as always, please give me some feedback! comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated and the askbox is open for requests!

“i literally have nothing to wear.” you protest, for what feels like the hundredth time, sighing heavily with disappointment.

still, you continue shuffling through your rather small selection of clothing, grimacing at the apparent lack of options whilst hoping something suitable will magically manifest itself.

“then don’t go.” eddie immediately suggests, half-chuckling. you brush his comment off with a roll of your eyes, trying instead to focus on putting together a semi-decent outfit.

to say that eddie had been uncharacteristically awkward lately was, in fact, the understatement of the century. the shift in his behavior had began shortly after you agreed to go on a date with none other that jason carver’s right hand man, andy.

from the moment you’d accepted the invitation, eddie had come up with an impressive amount of reasons as to why you had to cancel - it was dumb to start a relationship with graduation just around the corner, andy would undoubtedly try to take advantage of you, and maybe this was all just a mean prank concocted by jason and the entirety of the basketball team.

in turn, you’d done a pretty decent job refuting each and every one of his incessant pleas to bail, somehow managing to produce reasonable, well-thought out rebuttals. but a small fraction of your mind couldn’t help but wonder if there was an ulterior motive behind eddie’s seemingly legitimate concerns.

could it be that eddie was jealous? that the thought of you with another man frustrated him? just as quickly as you had begun to contemplate the idea, you shoved the thoughts to the back of your mind, rationalizing that he was simply being an overprotective best friend. besides, now was certainly not the time to contemplate your rather confusing relationship with eddie.

“oh my god!” you gasped excitedly, a face-splitting grin forming on your lips. you'd finally found your long-lost, favorite pair of leopard pants tossed just behind your laundry hamper.

“what happened?” eddie queried at your sudden excitement.

“i know what i’m gonna wear!” you giggled, collecting a few additional items from your closet. “i’ll be right back!” you added, hurriedly exiting your bedroom.

the trailer you shared with your mother was similar to eddie's and, arguably, far too small for the pair of you. the bathroom, of course, was no different. you shuffled into it sideways, leaning back to shut the door and making quick work of removing your clothes in the cramped space. as you shrugged out of the oversized metallica shirt that hung from your shoulders, you silently wondered where you’d acquired it from, though you were almost certain you’d stolen it from eddie the last time you'd helped him with his laundry.

you quickly slipped into your pants, before tugging on one of your all time favorite belts. you proceeded to squeeze into the only push-up bra you owned and slid into a cropped, black tank top. you took a moment, then, to touch up your makeup - you reapplied some powder, refreshed your black liner, and swiped on mascara. you ultimately decided on a deep, crimson red lipstick, applying it carefully onto your lips. satisfied with your appearance, you head back to your bedroom.

“well, what do ya think?” you ask, hands fidgeting behind your back.

eddie sits at the very edge of your unmade bed, leaning forward and resting his head between his hands. at the sound of your voice, he perks up and takes a moment to inspect your outfit.

his big, doe eyes somehow look larger than ever as he takes in your appearance, slowly raking over every curve and indent of your body. he notes that you’ve opted for an outfit that accentuates your curves, a noticeable shift from your usual repertoire of oversized band tees and hoodies.

you're clad a cropped, black AC/DC tank top that displays a considerable amount of cleavage and skin tight leopard pants that hug your hips and ass firmly. the ornate chain belt you’ve chosen draws attention to your snatched waist as well as your exposed midriff. eddie swallows thickly before meeting your eyes once again.

“you tryin’ to get laid tonight?” the question falls from his lips teasingly, as he effortlessly shifts back to his usual, flirty persona. “cuz you look good enough to eat.” he adds with a mischievous smirk.

“yeah, yeah, keep it in your pants, munson.” you joke in response, actively choosing to ignore the butterflies that have formed in the pit of your stomach.

you watch as eddie pushes up onto his feet, easily towering over you as he closes the distance between you, substantially. you look up at him, swallowing back the faint desire to kiss him, silently wondering why you had agreed to this stupid date in the first place.

“i'm gonna give you a ride,” he doesn’t give you the opportunity to decline, “there’s no way i'm letting you get in a cab lookin’ this good.” he adds.

your relationship with eddie was confusing and nearly impossible to describe, especially in moments like these - caught somewhere between friendly teasing and aggressive flirting. in fact, it'd been this way for as long as you could remember. you definitely weren't dating nor were you lovers, but calling him just a friend felt utterly and completely insufficient.

neither of you ever really acknowledged or discussed the odd dynamic you shared, choosing instead to remain in an uncomfortable in-between; a perpetual game of "will they, won't they" that drove everyone that had the misfortune of being around you absolutely insane.

and, to be perfectly frank, that’s likely why you had accepted such a random date invitation. you were tired, exhausted even, of pining after eddie, year after year, to no avail. graduation was indeed just around the corner, and after giving eddie what felt like plenty of opportunities to make a move, you’d grown incredibly frustrated. you were convinced he did not reciprocate your feelings and that it was finally time to move on.

“whatever you say...” you wink, turning on your heel and heading toward the front door.

eddie watches as you shuffle through the living room, shrugging into a cropped leather jacket he’s sure belongs to your mother. he’s entirely mesmerized by the sway of your hips, inhaling sharply as you bend at the waist to slip into a pair of black platform boots. the position gives him a fantastic view of your ass, one that will no doubt remain etched in his memory for the weeks come. he coughs to shove down the heat that rises up his neck, cramming his hands into the pockets of his jeans to keep himself from reaching for you.

“ready?” you smile, looking back to find eddie already looking at you.

there’s an expression strewn across his features that you can’t quite decipher.

“uh, yeah, let’s go.”

the walk to eddie's trailer takes less than a minute, his beat-up van parked crookedly as always. you smile, happy not only to save yourself a cab fare but also to spend a little extra time with eddie. no doubt, his familiar and comforting presence will work to steady your ever increasing nerves.

you both slide into the van with practiced familiarity, a pleasant silence forming between you. as eddie pulls out of the trailer park, you’re already skimming through the expansive music selection nestled in the glove compartment. you easily find the mixtape you’re searching for, one you’d made for him on his birthday a few months ago, handing it over with a pretty please. though eddie’s eyes remain trained on the road ahead, he obliges, taking the tape and slotting it into the player.

the ride to downtown isn’t particularly long but eddie still manages to drag it out as much as he possibly can without drawing suspicion. he drives just under the speed limit, braking as soon as he spots a yellow light, and taking his time at every turn and speed bump. you're entirely unaware, focused instead on adjusting your hair, humming along to the music, and observing the passing scenery. eddie side-eyes you casually, enthralled by your beauty, struggling to formulate a single, believable excuse to turn the car around.

much to his dismay, eddie comes up with nothing, left with no choice but to pull into the dingy parking lot behind the hideout. it's a shitty little dive bar, favored by the older teens of hawkins for its lack of supervision. simply put, as long as you looked of age, ID checks were omitted all together. you had eagerly agreed to meet andy here for your date, the prospect of a couple free drinks and some dancing at your favorite bar enticing you.

as the engine comes to a stop, you realize you’re about fifteen minutes early. eddie hopes you'll wait with him in the car, giving him a few extra moments to come up with something to say. instead, he finds himself cursing internally as he watches you unbuckle and start exiting the van.

“thanks for the ride, munson!” you smile widely, an air of excitement radiating off you.

“anytime, princess.” eddie responds, matching your smile weakly. “keep an eye on your drinks. and be safe!” he urges.

“always am!” you remind him, giving him a small wave and making your way toward the bar’s entrance.

what little nerves you’d felt up to this point increase tenfold as you enter the hideout, hands suddenly clammy and hot. you look around to see if andy has arrived and, much to your relief, he has not. this gives you an opportunity to get yourself settled and pound a few drinks to calm your nerves.

you survey the seated bar area, opting to claim two seats at the very corner, with an excellent vantage point of the entire bar. lloyd, the sole bartender on friday evenings, approaches you with a gentle smile. he's middle aged and incredibly kind, happy to see a familiar face.

“why hello there, pretty lady.” he greets you, as he always does, placing two coasters onto the wooden bar. “i'm assuming you're waitin' for someone?” he adds, motioning to the empty stool you've positioned beside you.

you nod.

“i've got a date.” you explain, wiggling your brows excitedly. lloyd chuckles.

"well, i can't wait to meet the lucky fella.” he grins. “shall i get you the usual while you wait?”

"yes please!" you smile.

by the time lloyd asks if you want a refill, it’s 9:17 PM and andy still hasn't arrived.

and, while there’s slight pity in his tone, lloyd remains as sweet and attentive as ever. he reassures you that he’ll bring you as many refills as you’d like and even goes as far as to offer you a plate of nachos, free of charge. you politely decline, rationalizing to yourself that basketball practice probably ran late and that andy would arrive at any moment. after all, he was only running seventeen minutes behind. and though lloyd nods in agreement, you can’t help the total humiliation you feel.

each minute feels god damn near eternal, ticking by slowly and tauntingly. your nerves and excitement steadily morph into a sinking feeling that you’ve been stood up.

it had all felt too good to be true - a conventionally attractive jock asking you out, whilst you were clad in a hellfire club t-shirt and sat next to the recently acquitted murder suspect and town pariah, eddie munson, who you happened to call your best friend.

still, you had agreed to the date, undoubtedly encouraged to do so both by your high consumption of cheesy rom-coms and the burning desire to finally get over eddie. your thoughts spiral, uncontrollably, as you remember how hard eddie had tried to dissuade from this date. you realize, suddenly, he’d been trying to protect you from precisely this outcome.

by 9:32 PM, you shamefully begin collecting your belongings and tossing some cash onto the bar, when you’re interrupted by a familiar voice.

“sorry i’m late, sweetheart.” eddie makes a big show of apologizing, his voice loud enough for everyone in a considerable distance from you to hear.

actually, you’re sure the entire bar hears.

“eddie…” though you're surprised by his sudden appearance, you can’t help the smile of relief that moves across your lips as you look up to meet his eyes. you take him in, fully, noticing he’s shed his earlier casual look for one that’s a little more dressed up.

he's clad in a deep burgundy button up, which remains undone dangerously low, revealing much of his pale, tattooed chest. it's tucked into a pair of black skinny jeans that cling to him in all the right ways. he's topped off the look with his usual worn out leather jacket, matching black leather boots, and his signature silver rings. you finally manage to tear your gaze away from his body and meet his eyes.

“like what you see?” he teases, with a wiggle of his brows as he slides into the stool beside yours. he casually wraps his arm around the back of your stool and you unconsciously lean into him, happy to feel the warmth radiating from his frame.

“you know i do.” you manage to tease back, licking your lips as you speak. “will do a shot with me?” you add, looking up at him through your lashes. you do your best to look adorable, pouting your lip in the way you always do when you want something.

“whatever ya want, princess.” eddie is smiling, radiantly, and calling over lloyd.

one shot turns into several. you find yourself happily wrapped in eddie’s arms, swaying rhythmically on the makeshift dance floor in the center of the bar.

eddie's massive hands are warm on your waist, guiding you with ease to the beat that reverberates from the massive speakers. in turn, your arms are wrapped around his neck, fingers absentmindedly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. while you’re certainly not drunk, there’s a noticeable, warm buzz thrumming through your body, one that’s gently dulled the ache of having been stood up. though, you suppose that eddie also had something to do with it.

“how’d ya know i got stood up?” you ask curiously, realizing that eddie had arrived out of the blue, with near impeccable timing.

“what do you mean?” he looks down at you with confusion. you roll your eyes.

“you showed up without me calling,” you explain, “so i’m wondering how you knew andy never showed."

“ah,” eddie pauses, he hesitates, briefly, “i actually had no idea you’d been stood up.” your curiosity quickly turns to confusion.

“then why did you show up?”

there’s a brief, noticeable lull in the conversation as eddie quietly contemplates his response. you feel him tug you closer, his gaze meeting yours almost sheepishly.

“i was fully intending on crashing your date.” he confesses, voice nearly a whisper. “had a whole speech and everything.”

“you were gonna crash my date?” your mind is suddenly racing, heart beating faster and faster with each word. “why?”

eddie sighs heavily, wondering how you could be so impossibly oblivious. what little courage he’d managed to muster up until this point begins to leave his body, abruptly so. he stops swaying, stilling the both of you. his hands remain firmly on your waist as his bottom lip tugs between his teeth.

“don’t make me say it.” eddie pleas, softly, eyes wide and affectionate. “you know why.” he tries, leaning impossibly closer, his lips mere centimeters from your own.

his eyes remain trained on yours, a faint smile across his features as he lovingly watches the gears turning in your mind.

oh.

the realization hits you like a ton of bricks, knocking the very air out of your lungs. it happening. it's finally, fucking happening.

eddie doesn't give you much time to contemplate or process what he's essentially almost confessed, instead, he's pressing his lips tentatively against your own. his movements are gentle and unsure, almost as if he's testing the limits. but his lips, god, his lips - they're soft and plush, yet still firm as they press into yours.

you hesitate, only momentarily, as your brain short-circuits. all the while, eddie's grinning against your lips, using your surprise to his advantage. he takes the lead, with confident ease, using the opportunity to find his way past your lips. his tongue is warm as it teasingly drags against yours, his slender fingers pressing and exploring the exposed skin of your midriff.

you're breathless, trying to keep up with eddie, using your hands to find purchase in his frizzy, messy curls. eddie grunts as you tug, delving into your mouth with such fervor it's as if you're the very source of oxygen keeping him alive. a low moan escapes you as his hands move to your ass, only to be interrupted by lloyd's disgruntled voice.

"ay! ay! lovebirds!" lloyd shouts, instantly catching your attention. you break apart, managing to steal a glance at eddie as you do - he's all smiles and sparkling eyes. meanwhile, you can feel yourself turning several shades of cartoonish red that feel humanly impossible.

"yeah?" eddie chuckles, nervously shifting his weight between the balls of his feet. he keeps an arm around your waist, holding you to his side.

"as happy as i am to finally see you two together," lloyd confesses fondly, motioning between you, "let's keep it family friendly, yeah?"

you snort, left hand shooting up to your mouth in a vain attempt to hold back your laughter. eddie's just as giddy, a ball of energy, practically vibrating beside you, waiting to explode.

"my bad, lloyd!" you try, offering him the most innocent smile you can manage. eddie watches you with nothing but adoration as you wave a hand apologetically in lloyd's direction.

"yeah, we were just about to head out, actually." eddie announces, smiling like a bumbling idiot. he's quick to take your hand, intertwining your fingers effortlessly, as he guides you toward the bar.

without so much as another word, eddie is tossing several bills down onto the bar and gathering your belongings. you follow suit, mindlessly so, entirely enthralled by his presence. even now, as he's half-rushing you out the door, eyes as wild as his hair, there's a radiance about him that sends butterflies bursting through your stomach.

"slow down!" you giggle, half-stumbling over your feet as you trail behind eddie. he's eagerly making a beeline for the van, turning back and smiling at you in a way that makes it impossible to be mad at him.

"slow down?" eddie repeats in disbelief, as if you've just asked him the most ridiculous question he's ever heard. "i've been wanting to kiss you for as long as i can remember, y/n," he confesses, nearly out of breath, "gonna need more."

for a second time that evening, eddie's words have left you completely and utterly speechless. he ushers you carefully into the back of his van, shutting the doors behind himself, and climbing over your form. you fall back onto a disarray of discarded clothing and blankets strewn about, leaning back onto your elbows to really look at him. he hovers, briefly, almost as if awaiting permission.

"think i've been waiting just as long, eddie." you admit, like a blushing school girl.

eddie's smiling as you're speaking, chuckling before he's closing the space between you. his movements are deliberate, now, as he presses against you in a bruising kiss that sends electricity shooting through both your bodies. it's all tongue and teeth, with clumsy hands eagerly exploring new territory. your legs wrap around his waist as he slots himself between them, his mouth moving past your lips. he kisses your skin as he descends down the line of your jaw and settles at the crook of your neck.

the sounds that leave your mouth are sinful, shit, they're down right poronographic, and eddie can't get enough. he attaches himself to your neck, sucking, nibbling, and marking your skin with love bites and bruises. your nails dig into his shoulder blades and he can't help but rut himself against you, his erection growing with each moan and whimper he's able to draw from your lips.

"eddie..." you're gasping for breath, completely and unabashedly wrecked.

if it were anyone else, you'd be ashamed of how desperate you sound. but it's you, and it's eddie, and it's years of pinning and wishing and hoping finally coming to fruition.

"don't worry, i gotcha, princess." eddie promises against your abused skin, making his way back up to your lips.

eddie kisses you with a sense of urgency that has you absolutely buzzing, your body arching up into his, begging for more. he steadies you with shaky hands, his movements revealing he's just as desperate as you feel. his chest is rising and falling rapidly with ragged breaths, his warm, inviting pupils blown wide with lust.

every touch, every kiss, every sensation is far better than any dream or fantasy your imagination has concocted over the years. and by the way eddie's erection remains firmly pressed into your inner thigh, you know the sentiment is mutual. he unexpectedly pulls back, fully separating your bodies, and taking a brief moment to commit you to memory. he sits back on his heels, frantically pushing the hair out of his eyes to carefully observe you.

you're a complete mess - red lipstick and runny mascara smeared across your skin, lips swollen and wet from kissing. your hair is sprawled around you, like a makeshift crown of sorts, chest heaving with broken breathing. eddie decides, then and there, that you are the most beautiful person he has ever had the privilege of knowing.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you're hyper-aware of his gaze, the way his eyes move up and down your body.

"because i'm so fucking in love with you." eddie concedes, with a playful chuckle and goofy grin across his lips. you're positive your heart finally bursts at his words, a face-splitting grin moves across your lips.

"do remember freshman year, when i confessed i liked the beatles and you learned hey jude because it was my favorite song?" your question catches him entirely off-guard, yet he nods, remembering all too well. "that's when i knew i was in love with you. still am. not sure why i agreed to this date." you ramble, hiding your face behind your hands.

eddie is quick to remove them, pecking kisses across your cheeks, down your nose, and onto your lips. these kisses are different than before, playful and immature. he's smiling as he continues the attack on your face, eyes gleaming in a way you'd never seen before.

"this isn't ideal," eddie hesitates, nervous and unsure. "we're in the back of my shitty van, it smells like weed and my dirty laundry, and we've been sucking face like horny teenagers." he pauses, briefly, as you both laugh. "but i mean it, y/n." he struggles to repeat his earlier confession, but quickly realizes he doesn't have to. not when you're smiling up at him, nodding with a knowing expression.

"i know, eds." you reassure him, reaching up to caress his face in an affectionate gesture. he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed. "but if you don't fuck me soon, i'm gonna think you're lying and ask andy out on a second date." you add, playful as ever.

"jesus fucking christ, y/n!" eddie's grunting and laughing, already leaning into you. "you're gonna be the death of me."

you watch, eagerly and without protest, as eddie positions himself comfortably between your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. his hands find you like pulling magnets, holding you tightly and tugging you into him as he finally reunites your lips.

you both move frantically, now, having finally acknowledged the unspoken feelings between you. and eddie becomes a man possessed, his tongue delving into your mouth, exploring and asserting dominance with ease. he begins dry humping you in earnest, his thrusts matching the rhythm of lips.

"eddie," you moan, "please." your hands tug at his shirt as you grind your hips up to meet each of his thrusts.

it's entirely embarrassing to contemplate, but you're absolutely soaked, cunt clenching around nothing as you move in perfect tandem with eddie, chasing the pleasure that begins to invade your senses.

"please, what?" he hums against your lips, expertly guiding your movements.

despite the layers of clothing separating you, eddie's cock somehow manages to catch your clit with each thrust. your head involuntarily lulls back, eyes fluttering closed as eddie gradually increases the speed of his thrusts.

"tell me what you need, baby girl." he instructs, watching hungrily as your expression contorts in pleasure. the sounds and expressions you make are so much better than anything he's ever imagined and he hasn't even made you cum yet.

"please..." you repeat, again and again, like a broken prayer, unable to form a coherent response. you figure he'll understand, leaning forward to find his lips.

instead, eddie quickly and harshly tugs you back by the hair, looking down at you with a dimpled smirk that sends waves of anticipation and arousal coursing through your frame.

"use your words, princess." eddie tuts, licking his lips as he halts his movements all together.

you whine as he holds you in place, entirely still, audibly protesting as he hovers above you. the sudden lack of contact is unbearably sobering and you find yourself trying to grind back up into him. he only chuckles, holding you in place with ease, watching you expectantly. his hands are firm against your waist, powerful even, and you're positive you'll have marks in the morning. the thought thrills you.

"no more until you use your words, pretty girl." eddie insists. "you gotta tell me what you need."

"need you to touch me." you're gasping as you speak, struggling against eddie's unrelenting grip. he smirks. "need you to fuck me, eds."

the way you say his name, so fucking wrecked, the way you look up at him, with lust-blown eyes, it's all too much.

finally, and much to your relief, eddies relents and resumes kissing you. he shifts his attention, however, nestling himself between your legs and kissing his way down your body. you're practically writhing beneath him, hands carding through his curls, trying to gain purchase.

"eds, baby, please." you whine as his mouth latches onto the skin just beside your navel, sucking and biting hungrily. his nimble fingers make quick work of your chain belt, finding the waistband of your pants and tugging impatiently.

"up." eddie grunts, tapping your hips. you oblige, leaning back onto your shoulder blades so that he can remove your pants. "are you fucking kidding me?" eddie groans in lustful disbelief at realization that you're not wearing any panties. he very nearly creams himself as he rips the leopard pants off your body and tosses the offending material aside with little care.

before you can fully comprehend what's happening, eddie is alternating between kissing your inner thighs and dragging his tongue slowly over your heated skin. you're jerking at the sensation, tugging his hair impatiently, trying to keep what little of your sanity you have left.

"oh my god..." you breathe, brokenly, as eddie presses his thumb experimentally against your clit. he circles the bundle of nerves slowly, mouth still working up and down your thighs, as he sets an unforgiving pace.

"can i taste you?" he looks up at you with those big doe eyes, licking his lips in what can only be described as hunger. you're nodding, furiously, because you don't trust your voice.

eddie finally dips down and laps at your folds, tongue hot and heavy as it teases your hole. he showers you with affection, kissing and sucking every inch of your pussy as his index finger pushes into you. he finally wraps his lips around your clit, sucking the nub deliciously, and pushes a second finger into you.

you're sliding your fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots, knees buckling as you grow weaker with each of his movements. he reads you like a book, alternating between lapping at your hole and sucking your clit, curling and scissoring his fingers expertly inside you, pushing you steadily toward orgasm. you're so incredibly worked up you're practically vibrating around his fingers, walls clenching and contracting.

eddie's fingers are dragging inside you, pushing and pulling all at once, steadily firm with pressure. he bends and pushes them down just right, working tirelessly to help you climax. in turn, you've lost all sense of your surroundings, repeating his name like mantra, over and over, nearly choking.

"eddie, eds, i'm so close..." you manage, tears brimming your eyes as your stomach tightens with familiar pressure.

eddie doesn't back off, no, instead, he's increasing his pace. his swollen lips drag over your folds as he alternates between wrapping himself around your clit and showing love to your entrance. you're hips move of their own accord, riding his tongue, thighs wrapping tightly around his head.

you climax, screaming eddie's name loud enough to wake the dead. his hands on your waist are the only thing grounding you in reality, a firm reminder this isn't all some incredibly vivid daydream. your body is limp and entirely overwhelmed, head rolling back and eyes fluttering closed. eddie watches your thighs, still shaking, as he laps up the remnants of your orgasm.

"god fucking damn it," you chuckle, "that was the best orgasm of my life." eddie smirks, entirely satisfied with how thoroughly he's made you fall apart.

"best orgasm of your life?" eddie repeats, chin and mouth glistening with a mixture of your arousal and climax. he's never looked hotter.

you reach out for eddie, despite the exhaustion you feel, palming his erection through the fabric of his jeans. you're applying just the right amount of pressure to the underside of his cock and eddie's twitching, rutting and thrusting against your hand, taking any relief he can get from you.

"still need you to fuck me, eds." you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes.

there's a shift in the atmosphere, the air thick with anticipation.

eddie's nodding mindlessly, hands fumbling awkwardly with his belt and jeans. you giggle as you help him, tugging the material and aiding him as he kicks off his boots, followed by his jeans, and briefs. a small gasp falls form your lips at the sight of eddie's unclothed cock, long and hard, slightly curved to the left.

"you ready for me, baby girl?" eddie smiles down at you, gently. you're absolutely beaming in post-orgasm glow, nodding eagerly.

eddie leans down and finds you lips yet again, taking you in a gentle and passionate kiss. as his tongue explores your mouth, he drags the head of his dick up and down your soaking folds, collecting as much slick as he can before he's pushing against your entrance. you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him as close as you can, legs wrapping around his waist.

a guttural moan leaves the both of you as eddie begins sliding into you, his thick, hard length dragging deliciously deeper and deeper into you. despite your previous climax, your walls still struggle to take him in, stretching to accept his impressive size.

"god, you feel so fucking good." eddie emphasizes, his voice almost unrecognizable, deep and destroyed. he stills himself, once he's at the hilt, giving your body an opportunity to adjust.

you're grateful for the reprieve he offers you, shakily breathing through the dull pain, inhaling and exhaling as your body gets used to the feeling of eddie inside you. he's buried himself in the crook of your neck, cursing against your skin, throbbing inside you.

"you okay, y/n?" eddie asks, you grind your hips up in response.

"eddie, move, please."

eddie, ever the gentleman, obliges, setting a slow, passionate pace. his thrusts are gentle and loving, every inch of his cock deliberate and calculated. and while his pace is slow, it's powerful nonetheless. the finesse of his hips has you moaning, creating tight knots in the pit of your stomach once more.

"faster, need you to move faster." you beg, chasing the feeling of pleasure that crashes through you.

"i gotcha, y/n, i gotcha." eddie hums, increasing both the speed and force of his thrusts.

the van shakes at eddie's sheer force, the windows fogged, air humid. his hips are relentless, the sound of your slick folds and his balls slapping against your cunt intermingling and resounding loudly all around you. your body reacts favorably to the new pace, convulsing with sheer ecstasy. eddie's grunting and cursing as your pussy sucks him in, swallowing him whole with each thrust and contracting around him. he's driving you back with each thrust, the top of your head making repeated contact with the center console between the driver and passenger seats.

"i'm getting close..." you moan, nails digging into eddie's shoulder blades.

"don't cum until i fucking tell you," eddie commands, finding your gaze, "wait for daddy."

that word, so filthy and dirty, falling from eddie's swollen, bruised lips, as he's balls deep inside you, sends you into overdrive. you're silently talking yourself down, gripping onto eddie, forcefully trying to keep yourself from climaxing. eddie, in turn, only grows more unhinged, chasing his own high, hitching your right leg onto his left shoulder.

"almost there, baby girl, i'm close." eddie reassures you between grunts and there's tears streaming down your face.

"need to cum, daddy, please." you're sobbing now, voice ragged and hoarse.

eddie can feel you shaking against him, body contorting, desperate to feel release. you're arching up against him, harder with each thrust, tits pressing deliciously into his chest. he slots a hand between your bodies, finding your clit with ease and swirling his thumb sinfully against it.

"cum for me, y/n." eddie finally allows, thrusts growing sloppier and infinitely more primal. "say my name."

"eddie!" you're screaming, like a goddamn banshee as your climax hits. you tighten and clamp down around eddie's cock, squirting your release all over yourself and eddie.

"fuck...." the feeling is unlike anything eddie has ever experienced and it shocks him to the core. his thrusts stutter, momentarily, before he's spilling into you, hot, white cum filling you deliciously. he rides out his orgasm, worsening your sensitivity, watching you in disbelief as he finally stills his hips.

"that was..." you try, eddie pecking your lips lovingly.

"that was definitely the best orgasm of your life." he chuckles, smirking. "and mine."

before you get an opportunity to respond, the back door of the van is being tugged open and eddie is scrambling to cover your exposed body.

"freak, have you seen-" you scream with surprise, eyes widening at the sight of a horrified andy looking on. "what the fuck, y/n?" andy's shouting now, too, covering his eyes as he swings shut and slams the van door.

you look up at eddie and you're both bursting into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, cheeks red with a mixture of embarrassment and post-coital exertion. you cannot believe that andy actually showed up, nearly an hour and half late, to find you naked and tangled between eddie's legs.

"should i chase after him and ask him for a second date?" you joke, gently pushing back a few stray curls from eddie's eyes.

"yeah right," eddie bites back, grinning, "as if i'd share my girl with that jackass."

eddie falls, entirely spent, beside you, tugging you into his chest and wrapping an arm protectively around your shoulders. you, in turn, wrap an arm around his waist and lay on his chest, craning your neck to look up at him.

"your girl?"

"yeah," eddie is beaming, "my girl."

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greenandsorrow · 2 days

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You're my best friend

✨Eddie in love with his best friend (fem!reader), feelings of inadequacy, fluff, comfort, light angst✨

"Damsel I'm back!!!! It's so excruciating going grocery shopping..."

It's the melodramatic entrance and the small pout at the end of his sentence as he kicks off his stinky shoes that makes you chuckle.

"Glad you survived Edds."

You two used to talk at school and were on good terms. After he failed to graduate twice you became classmates and got so so so so so close. The truth is that he always had a crush on you, but regardless of that your friendship is real and runs deep.

When you were looking for a place to stay after deciding you needed some time away from your family, Eddie told you that you can stay with him -his uncle is barely at home anyway- as long as you do the cooking. Least to say, you accepted the offer.

You listen to him playing his electric guitar, he keeps you company while you study, you have laughed and cried together. He doesn't mind you're not a complete freak like him, but more of a black sheep at school. There have been rumours you're dating and at first you liked being dramatic about it. Unfortunately for him, you're actually dating someone now so the "being dramatic about it" has stopped. Eddie doesn't enjoy your romantic interest taking your attention away from him, but he respects you too much to say anything that could even remotely throw you off.

You are roommates, you have your rules, your movie nights... and he's a gift from God you can't lie. He has learnt and accepted your every little quirk and peculiarity.

Sometimes you make hot chocolate and play Scrabble with Dustin and him. Sometimes you play with his hair while he's stoned. He has significantly cut down on smoking all this shit since you moved in.

Eddie isn't the jealous type, but the pit at his stomach envious type, the delicate disappointment that he can't have you the way others do type.

You'll be his first and last kiss.

Eddie drives you everywhere with his trashy car. He's the best company you could have ever asked for. You love your friend. You wish more people could see him the way you do.

The night is uneventful with you falling asleep on the couch as per usual. In the morning, Eddie wakes you up by ruffling your already messy hair and singing "you are my sunshine" in an ear bleeding frequency.

You're too sleepy to care and just stretch, your lack of a bra not going unnoticed. An awkward giggle is all he lets out, but internally he's so grateful for his hair covering his ears. They're burning too intensely for this time of day.

You get ready for school. It's all routine.

After school, you have your shift at the same place Mrs. Wheeler works in. At least it's quiet.

At this point you feel too bored for your own good, not to mention how your date canceled on you a third time in a row. You return home so done with life. Your hero, Eddie, has prepared the hot water just for you. He welcomes you in by telling you that you're late and have missed the DnD match, but he quickly realizes you're not in the mood.

You're so mentally exhausted, fed up and frustrated with your canceled date that you try to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Eddie gets a little hurt because the rules say no pitty fucking amongst pals.

When there's no reaction from him you just pull back and shrug. You won't show how embarrassed you actually feel. Not in this already pitiful state. Eddie knows about the canceled dates.

He does try to move on and get some snacks and a movie ready. He is flustered... your breath was so hot on his face... good thing he has time to shake the feeling off while you shower.

"The grime has been washed off!"

"We can talk about it, ...if you want to that is?"

Eddie is genuinely worried about your emotional state and he makes you open up and even break down in his arms. You have been living in denial but your love interest has been distancing themselves from you.

After this crying session, with you holding onto Eddie's warm body and wetting his Hellfire Club shirt with mascara tears, you put on a horror film. He even lets the fact that you're wearing your now ex's hoodie drop. Even though the revelation makes his chest tighten and his breath canal feel like it's been blocked.

You fall asleen on him.

He can feel the outline of your curves and your breasts pressing against him but the way he's holding you is gentle, like he's afraid you'll break into a thousand small, sharp pieces if he squeezes you too hard. You're even snoring softly, completely drained from all the crying.

At least you can't notice the silent tears running down his face. It's unfair. He's choking up in all the unsaid things. He had to see you crying over someone that doesn't even appreciate you while he was there. Exposed to you, ready to give you all he had.

Is he not your best friend? Who is there painting your nails and giving you scalp massages when your period headaches torment you?

Maybe if his mother hadn't abandoned him he would have been able to ask her for advice. He feels like crap now. Are you really that blind? Do you take him for granted to such an extent as you showed him tonight?

Another morning comes, but insecurities gnaw at Eddie. He can't fake a smile when you yawn and open your eyes, realising you're still wrapped around him.

"You look like shit."

Normally he wouldn't mind your choice of words at all, probably finding something even worse to say to you, but in his fragile state... Eddie snaps.

"It's not funny y/n! Do you think it's funny when someone spends the night sleepless?!"

You tilt your head, your mouth forming a straight line.

"I didn't mean to-"

"Oh no, I don't wanna hear it! Are you really as insensitive as you let out?"

"Edds I... I-"

"Shut up! Just shut up! I can't take it anymore! You have me wrapped around your finger y/n, feeding me hope and baked goodies.. but I've never heard a single I love you Eddie, not a single I actually care for you Eddie... Nothing!"

His big eyes are glassy now, tears threatening to spill down his freshly shaven cheeks. It breaks your heart to see him like this.

"B- but I do... I do love you!"

Your voice cracks as you feel your own eyes swelling up with tears.

"Then prove it! Prove it goddamn it! Wear my hoodies, worry over me for a change... Just please... Please-"

All the energy and anger have vanished from his expression and tone. Your gaze has softened as well and he feels like he's melting under it.

You extend your arms, wrapping them tightly around him. Eddie returns the embrace like you're gonna vanish into thin air if he doesn't hold you close enough to be able to feel your heartbeat against his own.

"Have I been so blind?" you ask without breaking the hug.

"Yes you glorious idiot of a girl..."

The pout... the melodrama. He's okay now. You stay like this for a while, missing your classes but at least settling into the conclusion.

You two belong together.

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angel-munson · 10 months

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warnings: 18+ smut, mostly just teasing, handcuffs, masturbation, eddie being a cocky shithead

summary: eddie refuses to fuck you until you make yourself cum on your fingers while he watches and cheers you on. based on this tiktok

"here's what's gonna happen: i'm gonna watch. you're gonna play. i'm gonna speak. and you...you are going to be a good girl. a good girl."

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The cool metal dug into one of your wrists as you wriggled around. Eddie's breath feathering your skin as he clicked the other handcuff to the headboard was driving you insane. A whine escaped you as he backed away, taking in the sight of you, naked and wanting him.

He finally removed his checkered boxers as you pleaded Eddie, please. His dick was painfully hard, tip red and leaking as he wrapped his hand of rings around the base. He groaned as he gave a few slow upstrokes, gazing at you handcuffed to the bed. Your neck and chest were littered with purple patches where he'd nipped and teased for hours.

"Here's what's gonna happen," Eddie spoke to you, voice thick with sensual rasp. He moved to meet you at the bed's edge.

"You're gonna play," he looked down to where the slim fingers of your free hand had already wandered between the folds, slick with arousal. He hummed on a pleasured groan.

"And I'm gonna watch you."

You bit down on your lower lip at the sight of him standing above you. His veined length was thick and pink, and you needed it to be stretching you out now. Pitiful little mewls arose from you as your glazed eyes trailed up his body. Dark curls pointed the way up to his toned stomach and chest. The black ink on his skin made you desperate for sinning.

When you caught his gaze, he was looking at you hungrily. The irises were dark beneath fanning lashes with pupils blown wide. The pink on his flushed cheeks was the same shade of his tongue, the tip of which washed over his plumped lower lip as he stroked his cock with a greedy hand. Holding his honey eyes, you dipped a finger inside your slit with a whine.

"Eddie, please," you begged with a gasp. "N-need it-fuck-please!"

"Ah, ah, ah. You have to make yourself cum," Eddie breathed. "Then I'll give you what you want."

The tall male moved closer to you and brought one knee to rest on the mattress. He braced himself on the headboard with one hand and took hold of your chin with the other. His calloused thumb brushed your lower lip until your mouth parted, then the digit slid inside for you to suck on.

"And you," he chuckled lowly from the depths of his chest. Your pupils were the size of dinner plates as you suckled mindlessly on his thumb. The handcuffs rattled as you pulled at them, trying to get closer. You were aching for him, your freed hand clawing at his chest in need. Eddie removed his finger from your kiss-bruised lips with a pop!

"You're gonna be a good girl."

He brought his hips forward until his bulging head nudged your swollen peak. A pathetically desperate whimper left you as you wriggled beneath his muscular body. He pressed in enough to slip between your sopping pussy lips, leading you to throw your head back and moan wantonly.

"Your good girl," you spilled, wrecked and writhing. Eddie pulled back and gestured with his head for you to start.

"Yes, that's right baby." His eyes were aflame with lust, stuck on your sex as your red fingernails landed on your puffy clit.

"My good girl."

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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Hello my beloved Irma. For the Valentine’s Day fic fest, could we get 4 and 9 (“first time” and “lingerie”) with Eddie? ❤️

Slow And Easy • Eddie Munson x reader • 18+

summary: Always restless, Eddie’s energy burns bright, right to the bone. Until now that he’s got you on his lap... NSFW Warning: first time/loss of virginity, PIV sex. // Song prompt: Slow An' Easy by Whitesnake // Vday prompts: #4 first time, #9 lingerie • 2023 Vday ficlet fest masterlist

He’s always been fidgety. Never been known to slow down, never once seen with his mouth shut or his fingers still.

Always restless, Eddie’s energy burns bright, right to the bone.

Until now that he’s got you on his lap.

His mouth is wide open, but silent.

His fingers are itching, but they remain still on your hips.

The only things moving frantically are his doe eyes, not knowing where to fix his gaze: your head thrown back in pleasure, or the intricate set of lingerie you're wearing.

A black lace bustier that pushes up your tits so beautifully while hugging your ribcage, along with matching high-waisted panties, and a garter belt holding up sheer stockings with a lace trim around your thighs.

He never imagined this is what you’d look like on your first time. He'd pictured you demure and nervous, and ended up with the exact opposite, not that he's complaining. You're looking like a vixen right out of a Whitesnake music video – right out of his dirtiest fantasies.

Your figure is all wrapped up in dark yet elegant forms, like a present for his eyes only. Fuck all of those teddy bears and shitty candy people get on Valentine's day.

Nah, man – he thinks, you're it. He couldn’t even bring himself to take your lingerie off when it feels this good beneath his fingers, and the sight is enough to have him cumming on sight if it wasn’t for his self-restraint, paired with the fact that he’s determined to make this last for you.

He slides your panties to the side, one hand holding yours while the other supports your hips, helping you come down on his cock, inch by inch, slowly.

“Keep on pushing, babe…” He grits through his teeth as he feels your warmth welcoming him in, little by little. “Know you want it crazy, baby…”

His words make you tremble and whimper – so soaked from his words alone that it becomes easier to take all of his length despite the resistance you initially feel.

After you’re fully sat on him, after that sudden threshold of pain has finally been surpassed and you’re bouncing up and down on his cock, Eddie’s words rush from his lips once more, to the beat of his thrusts.

He's restless and all too excited now, grinding his hips up to meet you everytime you impale yourself on him, hands itching to grab and fondle every inch of your skin that he can.

“My heart is beating faster, babe…” he rambles, just as he sits up to mouth at your neck, to grasp at your ass every time your skin slaps against his. “It's beating like a big bass drum…”

He gets close way too soon, so he reigns back, shaking his head and chuckling right into your chest, “Take me down slow and easy, baby…slow and easy…”

The way he talks to himself makes you giggle – he really has no filter whatsoever, but it fills you up with a loving sensation you’ve never felt for anyone else. You comb his messy, sweaty curls back to reach his ear and whisper, “Make love to me slow and easy, Eddie…”

And he does, he does, he does, all night long, to the languid rhythm of the guitar riff from the song he’s got playing in the background.

He fucks into you slow and easy until the melody of the solo fuels his hips to piston into you faster and faster once more – rocks you ‘till you’re burned to the bone – grasping at your stockings until they rip, and pulling at the straps of your bustier until your tits spill out for him to nibble and suck.

Soon, all sound fades out except for echoing of the guitar solo, and the staccato beat of your breath when you fall into his arms with a cheshire grin despite your lingerie being all ruined.

A/N: Lita and Bri, my beloveds!! I can't thank you enough for your support to my writing for so long!! Thank you so much for participating in my vday ficlet fest, I loved writing this one and I hope you enjoy it too!! Happy valentine's day! 🥰

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biancadjarin · 1 year

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Kitten and Eddie Bear

Part one Part two Part three Part four

18+ !!!

Warnings- degradation, spanking, p in v sex, light choking, mean!dom! Eddie, manipulation, Eddie being controlling. If abusive themes aren’t your thing-look away!

Sitting with the basketball team

The next day at school, you walk the long way to your first period, knowing that Eddie always waits by your locker in the morning. But he must’ve known you were going to avoid him, as you turn the corner and see him waiting right by the door of your class. Looking so cute. Fuck him why does he always have to look so good? Makes it impossible to be mad at him.

“G’morning.” He says weakly, holding out a coffee for you. His eyes are searching your face looking fir any sort of reaction but you remain stoic. You don’t want to take the coffee but honestly, you could use it, not sleeping well the night before. You reach out to grab it and he pulls it back, wolfish smile on his face. You roll your eyes and start to push past him but he hooks a finger into the belt loop of your jeans. “Five minutes?” He asks, puppy dogs eyes level with yours as he leans close to you. You sigh and grab his hand, dragging him into an empty room across the hall. An old pottery class room that no one uses anymore. You stand with your arms crossed in front of you. “Four and a half.”

He leans into you, his thighs pushing into yours until your back is pushed up against a near by wall, hands flying behind you to steady yourself. His lips attach to yours, kissing you deeply and slowly, like he’s savoring every second. “Thought about you all night angel.” He says between kisses, “please don’t be mad at me anymore, I can’t go all day without touching you.” He’s using that soft voice he only uses with you that makes you feel weak. His hair tickles your face as he peppers your cheeks with kisses. Your hands come up to rest on his chest, fisting at the fabric of his shirt. His hands rest on your lower back, fingertips brushing the dimples there under your tight white T shirt. Your lips kiss delicately at his jaw, by his ear, until he lifts his chin and gives you access to his neck.

“Mmm make me feel so good baby. Love when you kiss me there.” His words fuel you to keep going, sucking a light purple bruise into his neck. His eyes are closed, head leaning back, a small smile on his lips. “Are you ready to apologize for how you were acting yesterday?” He asks you condescendingly. You push him back, lips detaching from his neck with a pop sound. “You’re unbelievable, d’ya know that?”

He looks at you confused, bottom lip protruding in a little pout. “C’mon baby, you were being a little unreasonable don’t you think?” He asks, hands patting your ass playfully. You shake your head, “you don’t even understand why I was mad.” “Exactly. Which means it was probably a stupid reason. But that’s ok sweetheart, I forgive you.” He says, tapping the tip of your nose with his pointer finger. He goes in for another kiss but you brush past him, grab the coffee he set down and walk out of the door just as the bell rings.

Lunch period comes and you stand at the end of the line, tray of food in your hands as you decide what to do. You usually sit with Eddie and his Hellfire Club friends. It’s been a long time since you sat with the girls you’re friends with or tried out a new group, relying mostly on Eddie. Your eyes scan the crowd, everyone lost in their own conversations. You feel anxious and like people might be watching you so you start to walk towards the Hellfire table with a sigh. Eddie’s eyes light up as he sees you, telling Dustin to scoot down so you can sit next to him. His mouth curls into a smile as he watches you approach.

“Oh sorry!” You hear a voice say as he bumps into you lightly. You look up and see Andy, one of the basketball players, staring at you waiting for a response. His chestnut colored hair curling out from under his Hawkins basketball hat, wearing his letterman jacket. “S’okay.” You smile sweetly. He scans your frame up and down, eyebrows pinching. “Do you not have anywhere to sit? Can come sit with me. U-us I mean. The basketball team. There’s room.” Your eyes dart back to Eddie and his smile is gone from his face, eyes burning into you so strongly you think they might pop out of his head. His cheeks are flushed and his hands are tense fists under the table.

You accept Andy’s offer and walk with him to the other table, not looking at Eddie once when you pass the Hellfire table. “Where’s y/n going?” Mike asks Eddie causally. Eddie just shakes his head and throws a pretzel at him, “Don’t worry about it. You finish your character chart for the next campaign yet? You’re lagging behind Wheeler.”

Lunch goes by pleasantly, the basketball team and a couple cheerleaders happy to welcome you to their table. Andy gets to know you, asking about your interests and life. “I’ve seen you around. Gotta admit, I’ve thought about asking you out before.” He looks down shyly, blue eyes crinkling at the corners before looking back at you. “But you hang out with that freak Eddie don’t you?” “I used to.. but..” you trail off not knowing what to say. “It’s ok, you don’t have to tell me. I’m just glad you’re not with him. Maybe I can take you to a movie sometime?” His smile makes you melt but as cute as he is, he isn’t Eddie. “Yeah maybe.” You say politely. He nods, “Cool.” he says as his hand goes under the table to rest on your leg, fingers squeezing your knee softly before rubbing lightly up and down your thigh. He continues his conversations with his friends and you nod and laugh along with everyone, wondering deep down what Eddie is thinking about.

The answer is you. Eddie’s got a perfect view of you and Andy from his end of the table. His blood is boiling watching you laugh your cute little laugh and bat your long lashes at the guy. You only act like that around Eddie, what are you trying to do? Make him jealous? Cause it’s working. He sees Andy’s hand start to stroke your leg and he almost knocks over his metal lunch box with how fast he stands up. “What the hell man?” Gareth asks. Eddie walks away without a word, heading toward the exit of the cafeteria. You watch his curls bounce in the distance as he disappears out the double doors with an angry push.

You don’t see Eddie for the rest of the day. He’s not passing by in the halls, he’s not in the seat behind you in English and he’s not waiting outside your last class to take you home. It hurts your feelings but you try not to focus on it. He hurt you so you hurt him back. It’s immature but it’s how it works… you think.

As you skip down the front steps of Hawkins High, you start to walk through the parking lot to head to your house. Eddie’s van screeches in front of you, he leans over and flings the passenger door open. “Get in.” He says to you casually. You mouth hangs open as you look at him, your eyes asking are you serious? “Get. In. Now.” He growls through gritted teeth. You do as he says, hopping in and closing the door behind you. “Put on your seatbelt.”

Eddie’s quiet. Too quiet. He doesn’t even have the radio on. “Are you going to say anything?” You ask, eyes pleading with him as you pull at a string on your shirt nervously. He ignores you, focusing on the road. The vein in his neck you sucked a bruise into earlier is bulging, making your mouth water wanting to suck it again. You bite your lip and look out the window. “Where are we going?” You ask, Eddie missing the turn to your house. “My place.” He grumbles. Your tummy fills with anxious butterflies as you shift in your seat uncomfortably, nervous to get to Eddie’s trailer.

Once in Eddie’s room, he drops his keys on his nightstand, slips off his jacket and shuts the door behind you. He takes a deep breath before getting extremely close to you, his chest pressed up against yours. “You’ve got some nerve. What the fuck do you think you were doing?”

“What do you mean?” You ask innocently, even though you knew. His hand flies up to grip around your neck, palm hovering over your throat but fingers and thumb curling into the sides. “You know what I’m talking about y/n don’t act fucking dumb!” He yells at you. His eyes are intense and watery, his chest rising and falling quickly with his short breaths. You squirm under his grip, not able to free yourself.

“Eddie, calm down, it didn’t mean anything. And I can talk to whoever I want to. You can’t stop me.” You say staring into his eyes defiantly. “Oh I can’t? I think you must’ve hit your head or something because clearly you’ve forgotten who you’re talking to.” Eddie unleashes your neck and turns and takes a step away from you, head shaking. You didn’t mean to laugh, you really didn’t but hearing Eddie get so mad over the littlest thing was entertaining you.

“Oh this is fucking funny? You flirting with another guy like a slut right in front of me is funny?” He asks, voice lifting at the end of his sentences. You shrug with a tight lipped smile and he loses it. He grabs your waist and manhandles you over to his bed, pushing you forward, your hands coming out to stop you from face planting. “Eddie what the hell?” “You’re going to learn not to talk to other guys.” You hear Eddie undo his belt, pulling it out of the loops in a swift motion. “And I’m going to teach you.”

“Pull down your pants.” You start to look back at him, shaking your head but before any words come out of your mouth he whispers “now.” through gritted teeth. You listen to him, pulling your jeans down over the swell of your ass, your pink lacey thong on display.

“Mmm, I almost feel bad for what I’m about to do to this sweet little ass.” He says as his hand runs down the curve of your cheek. “What do you- ah!” You yell as you feel his belt come down with a crack. “Eddie stop!” Another swift smack of his belt. Your eyes start to well up with tears as the stinging feeling turns into a throb, upper body falling forward as your hands reach behind you to cover your ass.

One of his hands grapples with both of yours, pinning them to your back. “What’d you and Andy talk about? Hm?” He asks as he holds the belt up in the air. “Nothing Eddie! Really!” “Wrong answer.” He says as he spanks you once more roughly. He flings the belt across the room and pulls his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, his hard dick pressing at your hot buttcheeks, red and welted with marks.

Eddie pulls your panties down, his hand coming around the front of you and fingers going between your legs to feel your wet folds. “Look how wet you are. This turns you on doesn’t it? Such a bad girl.” He spits, “You’re not supposed to like getting punished.” “I don’t Eddie!” You lie.

He laughs darkly as he takes a step back, pulling his shirt off before he comes back to grab your hips roughly. “Gonna show you who this pussy belongs to.” He whispers in your ear. “Lay down.” He instructs.

You lay your head back onto his pillow as he comes to hover over you, hard cock pressing against his abdomen as clear shiny liquid seeps out of the head. His eyes aren’t angry anymore, more soft and tired. “Why did you sit with him y/n? Because you wanted to hurt me?” Your bottom lip quivers as you nod slowly, with a high pitched “mhm”. He tsks at you, shaking his head and looking down between your two bodies. “Well congratulations. You got what you wanted.” His strong arms hold himself up on either side of your head while his hips dip down and inch forward, his cock coming into contact with your pussy, swirling around your wet folds. Your hands instinctively come up to hold onto his forearms, fingers curling into his skin as your hips wiggle to try to get more contact where you want him.

“What did you guys talk about? Really?” Eddie asks you. You hesitate, biting your bottom lip. “I think I’ve punished you enough pretty girl, just tell me.” “He said he wants to take me to the movies.” You tell him. “Yeah that’s definitely not happening.” Eddie leans onto one elbow as his hand comes down to align himself to your entrance. You’re nervous, this is your first time and as much as you’re happy that it’s with Eddie, this is only going to further complicate everything between you two.

Your mind goes blank as soon as you feel him stretching your hole. He’s big, and your walls flutter and constrict involuntarily as he pushes in further and further slowly. He sucks in a breath through his teeth, eyes closed and focusing on opening you up. “Fuck baby.” He sighs, “You really made me feel shitty today. Watching you with him. Letting him make you laugh like I do.” His eyes open to stare into yours, “I don’t want you to talk to him ever again, you hear me?” He grunts as he pushes deeper and deeper slowly. You nod, pulling his shoulders towards you to kiss him. He kisses you back passionately, all his emotions finally coming to the surface. He moans into your mouth, eyebrows pinching in the middle. “You’re so fucking tight kitten oh my- fuck. Feel so good.” He grunts as he pulls almost all the way out and then pushes back in, finally his full length fitting inside of you.

Your hands grasp at his back as he starts to pick up the pace, his face nuzzled in your neck. You moan as he hits a spot deep inside you you never knew was there. Your ankles link behind his thighs, ankles resting under his buttcheeks as they clench and relax with each thrust. “Who’s pussy is this baby?” He grunts into your ear, breathlessly, “Who’s making you feel good? Hm?” “You Eddie, only you.” “Never going to do this with anyone else right?” He asks, not sounding as demanding as the first question. More like he wanted to make sure. “No, never with anyone else. No one else I promise.” He hums happily into your neck, his hands coming up under your lower back to raise your hips up at an angle.

He starts pistoning into you fast and deep, your moans spilling out with a string of curses and cries of his name. His thrusts make your eyes roll back into your head, the bone of his pelvis putting pressure on your clit with every movement. You feel a familiar cramping deep inside you and instead of backing away from it, you let it pull you deeper, tight coil inside you getting tighter and tighter.

You feel it snap, your orgasm blooming from your core and reaching to every tip of your body. Eddie watches as you fall apart, his own orgasm following close behind. You let him use your sore and spent pussy to reach his own release, it’s the least you can do. You take a deep breath, looking down and realizing you still have your shirt on. You raise it up, pulling your breasts out of the lace cups and beginning to knead them and pinch your nipples, giving him something to watch.

Eddie continues fucking you, his thrusts getting sloppier. “What’re you doing there baby?” He asks through pants. You bite your lower lip and grab his hand that’s closest to you and guide it to your boob, pressing it firmly so he knows he can squeeze them. He does just that, hands grabbing them sloppily as his lips meet yours in a messy kiss. “Fuck m-m gonna!” He grunts before his movements stop, his hips slapping into yours deeply one last time as he releases everything he has inside of you. You stroke his hair as he empties into you, his cock twitching as his moans grow softer and quieter. His body goes limp and presses into you, his weight crushing. You giggle as you grab his shoulders, pushing him up. “Eddie bear, you’re too heavy!”

He raises his chin to look at you with a goofy grin, before rolling over onto his back and laying next to you. You curl onto your side and watch him, his breath slowing back to normal.

Your fingers reach up to trace the hickey you made on him earlier, looking darker and purpler than before. He sighs out a laugh, “yeah seeing that earlier in the mirror was fun. kept reminding me of you.” his eyes meet yours with a weak smile. “Eddie I’m sorry. For everything.” He turns on his side to face you, hand resting on your hip. He shakes his head. “No. I’m the asshole. I’m sorry. I just can’t- watching you with him-” “I know.” You run your fingers along his cheek. “It’ll never happen again Eddie.” He nods, his hand slipping down to rub at your sore butt. You flinch at his touch, still feeling the sting. “Guess I got a little carried away… I didn’t mean to hurt you princess.” He says, corner of his mouth lifting into a crooked frown. “S’okay.” You assure him as you snuggle up to him, feeling tired after such a long day.

It’s quiet for a few minutes, all you hear is his heartbeat thumping steadily under your ear. “Thank you.” Eddie whispers. You crane your neck to look up into his eyes. “For what?” “For letting me be your first. I always hoped it’d be me. And that was…” He blew out a puff of air, shaking his head slowly, “all that I hoped it’d be and more princess.” He kisses the top of your head. You smile, nuzzling into his warm chest as his arms wrap around you. You feel the words bubbling up your throat, filling every corner of your mouth and you want to swallow them down, fight the urge but you don’t. You say what’s in your heart.

“I love you Eddie Bear.”💕💕💕

Thank you for reading! Part 4 coming soon!

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Drug Date

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mention of drugs, swearing, fluff, the party being the party, Eddie being Eddie

Words: 1,120

Request: The reader is Dustin's sister and Eddie's girlfriend but they're dating in secret. Dustin has caught Eddie staring at her during lunch and hanging out by her locker constantly (basically doing a terrible job at being subtle), but instead of assuming that they're together, Dustin's first thought is that Eddie is selling her weed. So he gets Mike and Lucas to help him spy on them; but instead of finding him selling her weed, he finds them having a very romantic date near Lover's Lake. Dustin's reaction is up to you (he could think it's the best or worst thing ever), but it would be hilarious if he confronted them

Author’s Note: I would like to apologize in advance if this does not meet your expectations. It has been a little bit, however, I’m getting into the groove of things once more. I also absolutely loved this request and would love to write more Eddie x Henderson!Reader <3

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Mike frowned as he approached Dustin, confused at what had his friend stopped in the middle of the hall. He put a hand on his shoulder and followed his gaze, the expression on Dustin’s face now mirrored onto Mike’s. “Is that Eddie?”

“Yes.”

“With your sister?”

“Yes.”

“Like literally talking to-”

Dustin snapped, turning to the boy with his eyes wide as saucers. “YES MIKE, YES, IT IS.”

The scene in question was Eddie Munson, leaning up against the lockers, arm above his head and eyes trailing over Y/n Henderson’s body. It wasn’t the first time this had happened. For the past month, Eddie has been lurking around Y/n’s classes before they got out, her locker waiting for or with her, talking to her in the parking lot after school. He wasn’t as on edge about it until now; the meetings becoming more and more frequent, and Eddie leaning closer and closer to Y/n.

They couldn’t make out the conversation, but it was very clear that Eddie was up to something, especially when he leaned in and whispered in her ear. He watched in horror as his sister’s head flung back with laughter.

“What do you think they’re talking about?”

Dustin had plenty of ideas, but with Eddie, no one could be certain. “Not anything good, that’s for sure.” The curly-haired boy shook his head disapprovingly.

The bell rang and Y/n closed her locker. She bumped Eddie’s shoulder lightly with her own, walking past him with no further interactions. To the duo’s surprise, Eddie, like a lost puppy, trailed closely behind her. This was unlike the metal weirdo they looked up to, and even more uncomfortable.

However, this wasn’t the only occurrence that bothered the younger Henderson. During lunch, Eddie was on his normal caffeine rush, bouncing in and out of his seat, popping jokes and making the two freshmen laugh as per usual. It only stopped when Dustin’s sister made her way to the table across from them. She didn’t even look their way, but Eddie was cut off, suddenly stone cold silent, his gaze fixated on the woman a mere table away.

He looked at her skin, so beautiful and soft. Then to her eyes, the e/c pools of wonder, he liked to think he could stare into them forever. His eyes knew no boundaries as they explored every inch of her visible figure, only kind and charming words coming to mind with every part he mentally scanned. Oh how he wished he could-

“Earth to Eddie!” Dustin snapped his fingers impatiently. He still hadn’t registered what quite stunned the mighty Eddie “the freak” Munson, but the second he did, he wasn’t having any of it. “Nuh-uh. Leave my sister out of your shenanigans.”

That pulled Eddie down from cloud 9, confusion washing over his face as he looked at the boy. “Shenanigans? Jeez Henderson, you wound me.”

“I mean it, Eddie. She’s to stay out of your...” he lowered his voice, “contraband.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” The wolfish grin resurfaced, and his attention refocused on his target. Truly, Eddie didn’t. He wouldn’t even think about selling Y/n drugs without himself being there to monitor everything. He wasn’t that irresponsible.

“MIKE! LUCAS! GET YOUR ASSES HERE NOW.” Dustin practically screamed into his walkie. All of his nightmares were coming true.

Frantically, Dustin explained the situation to a wheezing Mike and Lucas, who had both just ridden their bikes like their lives damn near depended on it. “I saw Y/n sneak out of her window and into Eddie’s van. I heard her talking on the phone about going to Lover’s Lake. We need to stop Eddie!”

“From what?” Lucas’ brows furrowed. He had missed a bit from training, but after being caught up, he agreed. Y/n was Dustin’s older sister, yet, felt like an older sister to the trio as a whole. She may have been older too, but the three couldn’t stand by as she slowly ruined her life with drugs. “I’m in.”

“Me too.” Mike nodded, exchanging glances with the other two.

“Then its settled. To Lover’s Lake.”

Y/n chuckled softly, looking at her lap before flicking her eyes up to Eddie’s when he grabbed her chin. “You’re beautiful, Y/n.” He admired her once more before leaning in for the kiss-

“WHAT IN THE MIGHTY FUCK!?!”

The two separated quickly, startled out of their minds. Y/n’s hand had come up to her chest, accentuating the panic that ran through her veins. “Henderson?” Eddie narrowed his eyes and tilted his head.

“Munson.”

“Dustin, what the hell are you doing here?” She had regained her composure after realizing it was only her brother and his friends, but still had visible uncertainty lingering on her face.

“I could ask you the same. Buying weed?!”

“Dustin...” Lucas and Mike had already realized the truth of the event, giving Dustin an empathetic glance and waiting for it to click. And then it did.

The candles set up around the blanket, a small picnic basket as opposed to Eddie’s lunchbox, Eddie’s guitar, his jacket around Y/n’s shoulders, a stunning view of the lake just before them. This was no drug deal. If it were, it’d have to be one of the romantic variety.

Dustin’s eyes were wide, his mouth agape. “Ohhhh...” he drawled.

“Like I told you, Henderson, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m not selling your sister anything.”

“Then- Wha- How-” He cleared his throat, “How long has this been going on?”

“For a while, D.” Y/n perked up. “We just didn’t want to tell you quite yet. Frankly, the only reason you know now is because Eddie is shit at being subtle.”

“Yeah.” Eddie smirked at hearing his name, but the look quickly fell as he turned to face Y/n, “Wait what-”

“I hope you’re not mad, D.”

The boy thought to himself for a second, then looked to his friends by his side, then back to his sister and club leader. “A moment, please?” The trio turned and huddled, much to the duo’s surprise. A couple times throughout the little chat, they collectively looked back with intense squinty glares before they finally reached a verdict.

“We are not mad.” Dustin spoke, “But you must promise, Eddie, not to involve my sister in any drug related things, nor be...gross...within proximity of us.” The three exchanged a glance yet again, “And our final condition is that you know, despite being our friend, if you hurt my sister, there will be hell to pay.”

Lucas and Mike nodded, agreeing with the last statement. A threat, honestly. Eddie only chuckled though, not the least intimidated, but not worried about doing so either. “Sure there will be, Henderson.”

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Celebrity Skin

Eddie Munson x Rockstar!AFAB! Reader

Word count: 2k

CW: 18+ MINORS TURN AWAY. SHOO. mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, small mention of distressing and manipulative/abusive father, mention of a Playboy Magazine.

A/N: it’s 1991 in the story so Eddie is 25 and reader is 22. Thank you for the support on the first part! I don’t know if I should make this a mini series or an actual series, you all let me know! Also my requests are open if you want any concepts to be done or you have ideas to be written about!

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Eddie edit by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

Fate was never a concept you believed in. It was never a ‘right place right time’ scenario but that all seemed to change the moment you screamed “Goodnight Indianapolis!” into the microphone and disappeared off the stage where a cool towel and ice water awaited you in your managers hands. Thanking her as you chugged the bottle and wrapped the towel around your shoulders, you began to notice her dismayed face and the thin line between her brows which only appeared when she experiences ‘great stress.’

Spring had been like a mother to you from the moment you ran away at eighteen, the only thing you had was your guitar and a trash bag filled with what clothes your dad didn’t drench in gasoline before using it a tinder for the large fire in the backyard.

“Shoulda known you’re jus’ like your life ruining mother. First the fuckin’ loud ass music then these whore clothes. Then comin’ home marked up?!” The venom in his alcohol-laced rage sent you on edge as you watched him throw your signed Siouxsie Sioux vinyl into the pile of burning rubble that once was your beloved items. That’s when that snap broke and began to pack up what you could fit into the back of your run down car. You didn’t care if it broke down, as long as it did thousands of miles away from suburbia.

That’s what you got. Finding home in Brooklyn, you had found a spot on the street and began to make the backseat your new bed. After a few days of watching you, Spring and her partner Mac knocked on your window.

Okay, maybe that time was right place right time. The question you were about to ask died on your tongue as Mac made their way up to you and the rest of the band who now joined you off stage.

“The openers dropped out of the rest of the tour.” They informed you, the thin line between Spring’s brows reappearing as a groan left Ryder’s lips. Your guitarist, and best friend, had a bad feeling about them when they were interviewed for the spot months ago. This was his ‘I told you so’ as he shot you a side glance, walking beside you as the band and the team moved down the narrow hallway.

“Goddamn, what does the label say? It’s the beginning of tour, we need an opener!” Thalia, the band’s bassist, declared which earned her a sharp stare from Mac and Spring. “They said it’s up to us and to let them know. Our next show is in two days. Within that timeframe we need to find a band that aligns with us, who can sign a contract agreeing to tour, and that the label likes.”

Spring rubbed her temples as Mac handed her a cigarette from behind their ear before lighting it for her. “I had an idea.” They spoke, pausing before the door that led to the crowd of fans that sat waiting by their tour bus. “We’re going to be here for a few days. I’m from Indianapolis and their underground music scene has always thrived. How about open auditions?”

Before, the band and management had three bands to pick from that the label had pre-approved. This time, it was free rein, all together chaos. You loved it. “Let’s let them know when we get into the bus. I don’t know where we’ll hold it but let’s do it.” Your voice was sturdy and in control which was a shock for the two managers, more afraid that you’d tear down the venue and end the lives of each of the opening band’s members. That you’d dream of, already having to be talked to by executives about your loud, party girl nature. If any of your antics got publicized your band would be cut. Not wanting to put you and your friend’s dreams at risk so you turned down the copious bottles of alcohol and small baggies filled with nose candy that you would partake in only once in a while. Instead of engaging that, you disappeared for two months to a rehab facility to cut yourself clean of your vices, though an occasional joint and cigarette didn’t hurt.

Mac only hummed as Spring and her assistant disappeared to start calling up studios in the area to see if they had two open days free. Meanwhile, Mac guided Thalia, Ryder, Marcus, and you out into the cool night, the breeze welcomed as sweat still lingered on your skin. The peaceful moment hidden behind the brick walls of the alleyway was disturbed by the screams of fans once they caught sight of Ryder’s bright red Mohawk and angular face as he stepped out into the streetlights.

This part of the night never got old, no matter how big the began to get. The fans who helped the group’s dreams come true, supporting them through every aspect. The least you could do was sign some magazines and take some photos for someone to later get developed and paste on their wall. Today, though, excitement filled your veins with a joy unlike any other drug could have. You were searching for those doe eyes and the messy, curled hair that reminded you of your friend, Chris Cornell’s. All night the two of you would meet gazes, a wink or suggestive lyric being dedicated to him just to get under his skin which made the other male he was with howl with laughter as his face kept turning a red shade. Then, like magnets, your gazes connected again.

As soon as you stepped off the stage, Eddie shoved whatever cash he had to Steve who was already doing a merchandise run for Nancy and Robin. Steve shot him an eyebrow wiggle before chuckling when Eddie shoved him away all before grabbing the other two of his friends and shoving through the equally as eager crowd with no care as he was yelled and glared at. The two girls apologized enough for him, though they didn’t truly mean it. That man was on a mission and without him, they wouldn’t be leaned up against the same metal bars as before, the ones that held them in like cattle.

Chatting between his small group, Eddie pulled Steve in as he tried to politely nudge his way through the crowd. Once finally with his friends, Nancy laughed before fixing his shirt. “Should have let Eddie give you that makeover he offered. You stick out like a sore thumb, in the worst way possible.” Her words made Steve roll his eyes and let out a playful ‘blegh’ while handing the cassette Robin requested to her as well as the tank top she eyed but wouldn’t buy for herself. A gift from Steve to her. Nancy gently grabbed the tour exclusive vinyl that she had read about in Rolling Stone, holding it to her chest hopefully. For Eddie, though, Steve held back a laugh before handing him the recent Playboy magazine which starred you as their cover and centerfold. “So you have something of sustenance.” He smirked, handing him the bundle set of cassettes for his van.

Just as Eddie was going to return an equally snarky jab, screams and hollering erupted like a volcano from the crowd. Instantly, his chocolate colored orbs desperately searching for yours like it was his dying wish. The moment they met, a smile fell on his pierced feature and his breath stuttering for half a moment all before you began to saunter your way over to him, greeting other fans on the way over.

Your breath caught in your throat as the distance between the mystery man and you closed. Now you stood in front of him with a smile, hand outstretched for Robin as a huge, genuine grin played on your features. “Happy birthday, bitch!” You exclaimed, poking the button before pulling out a marker and perking a brow. “The band wants to take you out for a round of drinks, if that’s cool with you guys? We just have to freshen up and all, don’t want to be sweaty around pretty people such as yourself.”

A blush dusted Robin’s freckled features as she struggled to form an answer while you signed the cassette tape in her hands. “She is meaning to say yes.” Steve laughed, staring at his best friend with wide eyes as if to say ‘what the fuck, get it together dude.’ “Yea! Yes!” Her voice broke, wide eyes settling on you as your hand glided over Nancy’s vinyl with ease.

“Perfect,” accentuating the ‘per, “give us half an hour after we leave, we’re at the Biltmore down the rode and there’s a bar there.” Sending her a wink, your eyes focused back on Eddie, nerves now subsided as you’re presented with your playboy spread. A devilish smirk overcame you, tapping the capped tip of the marker on the paper. “God choice. Made sure all money spent on these would go to women’s rights movements as well as LGBT protecting foundations.” Signing right above your head, you look up to Eddie through your lashes with your bottom lip coyly tucked between your teeth.

To say he was stunned was an understatement, his eyes taking you in as Nancy placed a hand on his back. “Eddie is his name. He’s been drooling over you since the moment you walked out. Birthday bitch is Robin, that’s Steve, and I’m Nancy!” Her smile was bright and you swore you could see her being chased after promoters to be a model.

“Hey!” The taller male choked out as you moved on to continue signing things for other fans, a laugh leaving you as you took in his nervous voice crack. “Well Eddie, I hope you come along for drinks. I’d love to see you there.” Sending him a wink, your attention went back to conversing with other fans all before disappearing into the unmarked vehicles that were set up behind the large tour bus.

Turning to leave, a loud voice caught their attention which paused the group in motion. “EVERYONE!” Mac shouted, a megaphone pressed to their mouth, “due to unforeseen circumstances, the opener for this tour has dropped out. We will be hosting open calls tomorrow and Saturday at Velocity Records starting at 10 AM. Be there early to secure a spot! Note that you MUST be ready with a set before joining us, as you will be thrown right into the swing of things. Thank you, get home safe!”

Three pairs of eyes bore holes into Eddie’s skull, his mouth agape. Fate, this must be fate.

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spiderking-of-queens · 1 year

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Chapter Twenty-Two: The Hideout

Summary: You get an invitation to see Corroded Coffin at the Hideout, but the night doesn’t exactly go according to plan. (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader/Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, 6.7k words)

Warnings: Underage drinking (don’t do it kids!!!), brief mention of puking, swearing, ANGST

Tags: @blackbirddaredevil23 @princesseddie @dessxoxsworld

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A/N: Happy Halloween! Sorry this isn’t a Halloween chapter, but it does take place on Friday the 13th, so… close enough? Lmao

(PS - did I shamelessly wear my hellfire club tee today? Yes. Yes I did.)

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September 13th, 1985

That Friday, you finally made good on your promise to join Hellfire, and afterwards you told the kids to go ahead and wait in the car while you helped Eddie pack up for the night.

“You didn’t have to do that,” He said, taking the dice out of your hands to put them away. When his fingers brushed yours, you unintentionally drew back in shock, then cleared your throat to pretend you hadn’t.

“Uh, I know. I just figured I’d make myself useful somehow, since I’ve just been loitering around this whole time.”

He laughed at you, shaking his head in amusement.

“You can join in, you know. Maybe one of the freshmen could help you get started. Or, ya know… I always could, too.”

“I appreciate that. But to be honest… I really don’t think I’m smart enough to wrap my head around all of this.”

He scrunched his nose up at you in surprise, tilting his head a little.

“You’re joking, right?”

“No, I’m dead serious. I don’t know how you guys store all of this information in your brains. It’s impressive, honestly. But I really love watching you all play. I’d imagine it’s how people who like sports feel when they watch a game.”

“I wouldn’t know,” He chuckled. “But if that’s what you’d prefer to do, I’m cool with it. Maybe we could use a spectator section. Boost moral.”

“Yeah, they’re gonna need it since you keep coming for their lives.”

“Oh, if you think it’s brutal now, just wait. It’s about to get much worse.”

“Can’t wait,” You said with a devious smirk as you took one of his boxes out of his hands without asking. You knew that if you had, he would have just refused your help again. He smiled gratefully at you as you turned to leave the room, then you walked beside him out to his van where Jeff was waiting for him.

“Hey, man, I’m sorry to ask, but my ride fell through. Would you mind giving me a lift home?”

“Sure, no problem,” He said as he opened up the back doors of his van to put his things in.

“Awesome, thanks,” Jeff replied, then his eyes drifted over to you when Eddie took the other box out of your hands. “Hey, Y/N,” He added with a polite nod.

“Hey, Jeff. Good call tonight, choosing to cast foresight to warn Mordenkainen about the Cult of Vecna.”

He seemed slightly taken aback by this, and Eddie turned to look at you, too, after closing the van doors.

“Oh, thanks. You gonna join in next time?”

Eddie scoffed and crossed his arms, shaking his head at you.

“Nope, she said she’s too dumb to play,” He mocked you.

You smacked his arm playfully in protest.

“I didn’t say that! I just… don’t want to drag you guys down. I wouldn’t know what I’m doing half the time.”

“Maybe Eddie could give you private lessons,” Jeff teased, making your cheeks turn red. Eddie shot him a look.

“Alright, we should probably go,” He said, quickly changing the subject as he tried to back away to the driver’s side of the van. “Are you gonna need a ride to The Hideout tonight, too, Jeff?”

“Most likely. That okay?”

“Why not,” He muttered through clenched teeth, then turned to you. “Guess I’m designated babysitter, too.”

You would have laughed at his attempt at an inside joke with you, but when he brought up The Hideout it shook a memory loose in your head.

“Wait, isn’t that where your band plays?” You asked, eyebrow raised.

“Uh, yeah. That’s right,” He said, stopping his attempted escape and taking a step back towards you. He was once again surprised that you had remembered something he’d mentioned to you.

“Are you in it, too, Jeff?”

“Yep. I play rhythm guitar, Freak plays bass, Gareth is on drums, and Eddie’s on lead guitar and vocals.”

Vocals? He sang, too? Your heart skipped a beat at the thought.

“That’s so cool. I didn’t realize you were all in it. I hope I get to see you guys play sometime.”

“Then you should come tonight,” Jeff offered with a knowing smile, ignoring the glare Eddie was sending his way that was begging him to stop.

“Really? Thanks. I’d love to.”

Eddie turned his head back towards you, his eyes wide with shock that you had agreed so easily.

“You would?” He asked, and Jeff gave him a look like he was an idiot for being surprised.

“Yeah,” You shrugged. “If that’s okay with you.”

“Y-yeah,” He stammered. “Of course. We go on at eleven.”

Shit. You were slightly worried your parents would call the cops on you for having their car out that late, but it was too late to back out now.

“Okay. I think I can make that work.”

Eddie just continued to stare at you in surprise, and Jeff was looking between the two of you with an amused smile on his face. Then the three of you jumped when you heard a car horn from across the parking lot. You looked over to see Dustin leaning into the driver’s seat of your car, his hand laying on your horn. You rolled your eyes and turned back to give Eddie and Jeff an apologetic look.

“Sorry, guys. I guess that’s my cue. A babysitter’s job is never done, right Eddie?”

He nodded, his lips spread into a wide smirk. Jeff scoffed.

“You know I’m only two years younger than you, right?” He protested.

Eddie reached out to pinch his cheek mockingly, and Jeff swatted his hand away with a scornful glare. Eddie just giggled at himself like a little kid.

“Alright, I’m getting in the car,” Jeff muttered as he walked past you to the passenger side of the van. “See you tonight, Y/N?”

“Yeah, see you later!” You agreed, then he got in and shut the door, leaving you and Eddie alone again.

“You sure you don’t mind me coming tonight?” You asked him.

“Not at all. But I am surprised you want to, to be honest. I think I vaguely remember asking you to come a few years back, and you didn’t seem very into it. If I’m recalling that correctly.”

His tone was light, but you could tell there was genuine confusion behind it.

“That’s not true! I wanted to go, I was just terrified. Still am, if I’m being honest.”

“Terrified? Of what?”

“It’d be quicker if I told you what I wasn’t afraid of,” You snorted.

“Okay, well… whatever it is… I promise I’ll look out for you. Deal?”

You smiled at him, even though you knew the biggest thing you were scared of was making yourself look like an idiot in front of him, and that was something he couldn’t save you from.

Dustin honked your horn impatiently again, this time leaning on it for a solid thirty seconds, refusing to let up even when you waved your arms at him to stop.

“Alright! Jesus, I’m coming!” You yelled when the noise finally ceased, then started making your way to your car. Eddie chuckled at you.

“So, I’ll see you tonight? At eleven?” He called after you.

“I’ll see you then!” You spun around to call back, then skipped off excitedly to your car. You couldn’t help yourself.

It required a little bit of encouraging self-talk to get yourself to commit to actually going later that night, but after changing your outfit multiple times, doing your best to sneak out of your house without alerting your parents, and sitting in the parking lot of The Hideout for twenty minutes, you finally made it. When you walked in, you only had to stand in the doorway for a few awkward moments before Eddie met your eye-line from the small stage across the room. As soon as he recognized you, a wide grin appeared on his face and he paused setting up to hop down and make his way over to you. He stopped a few feet away from you, his arms outstretched as he looked you up and down. Then he crossed them over his chest and took a few bashful steps closer to you.

“Holy shit. Are you actually here or am I hallucinating?”

“I told you I’d be here, didn’t I?” You giggled.

“Yeah, but… I’ve heard that before,” He muttered with a smirk. You scoffed indignantly in response.

“Hey! That was one time!”

“Yeah, yeah. Alright. I’m sorry. I’m just glad you’re here.”

“Me too. I can’t wait to see you guys play.”

“Well, forewarning… we’re not the best.”

“I seriously doubt that. But if we’re really being honest here, I should tell you that I’m not the biggest fan of heavy metal music, so I probably won’t be able to tell either way.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and pretended to stab himself in the heart, then started to fall backwards before you grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him back up.

“I’m sorry!” You squealed. “Please don’t hate me.”

“Hate you? Never. Just heartbroken.”

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to convert me, then.”

His lips turned up in a devious smile when you said this.

“I’ll take that challenge. It’s probably not gonna happen here tonight, but I already know which records I wanna play for you.”

Your heart fluttered. You wondered if he actually meant it, or if he was just being nice. Either way, you really liked the sound of it.

“Yo, Eddie! Sound check!” Jeff called from the stage, and you waved politely back at him as Eddie tried to brush him off.

“Better go,” You said with a laugh. “I don’t wanna get you in trouble.”

“Yeah, alright,” He agreed reluctantly, beginning to back away from you. “Make yourself comfortable. The owner is cool, and he pretty much only pays us in free booze, so feel free to get yourself something to drink while you wait. Just put it on my tab.”

You almost declined his offer, but you were so nervous that a beer was actually sounding pretty good to you.

“Thanks. I’ll be over at the bar, then. Break a leg.”

He gave you a shy smile and an awkward salute before sauntering back to the stage. You got your beer and chose a table near the back so you could disappear. You hoped Eddie wouldn’t mind.

When they started playing, there weren’t many people paying attention. Just a few drunks at the bar bobbing their heads and a small group of people around your age hanging out at a table close to the stage.

Whether you liked heavy metal or not, you couldn’t deny that they were great. You knew that he was just being modest when he kept trying to convince you that they weren’t any good, but you didn’t expect them to be this good. Especially Eddie. You could tell how passionate he was about playing music, and the raspy tone in his voice as he sang was incredibly compelling. You rested your head in your hand and watched, absentmindedly drinking your beer. You weren’t even listening to the music anymore, just following Eddie as he moved around the stage. The way he bit his lip and poked his tongue out as he concentrated on playing the right chords. His arm muscles tightening as he played. The way his hair moved. The complete and utter joy on his face, same as when he was playing D&D with his friends. It was all incredibly attractive.

You were so busy focusing on him that you hadn’t realized how fast you chugged your beer until you felt the buzz behind your eyes.

Shit. You were already tipsy. And it only took one drink.

After they were done playing their set, you watched as Eddie spoke to his bandmates, debating whether you should wait for him to find you or go up to him yourself. Thankfully he met your eyes again from across the room so you didn’t have to decide, and held up a finger to tell you to stay put. Then he hopped off the stage towards the bar before making his way over to you with two more beers in his hand. He threw himself down in the seat across from you and slid one of them towards you. You knew you shouldn’t start another one since you had already been adequately affected by the first one, but you appreciated the gesture and didn’t want to be rude. You thanked him with a shy smile and he nodded back at you, then you stared down at the tabletop before he leaned closer to you to try to capture your attention again.

“So… what did you think? Have you been converted yet?” He joked.

“Pretty close, I’d say. You guys were really good. Seriously. You’re so talented.”

“Aw, shucks. You’re too kind.”

He smirked and sat back in his chair again, pausing your conversation to lift the collar of his tee shirt up to his forehead and wipe the beads of sweat left over from his performance away. You tried not to stare at the small bit of his torso that appeared when he did it, or to focus too hard on the fact that his dewy skin was glistening kind of sort of beautifully in the dim lights of the bar. When he lowered his shirt again, you blinked and took a quick swig of your drink, doing your best to pretend like nothing had happened. You nearly choked but played it off like you were just clearing your throat before you spoke up again.

“How do you do even do that?” You croaked as you failed to hold back one more cough. If he noticed, he didn’t give you any indication he had. He just raised an eyebrow at you in confusion.

“Do what? Play guitar? Well, step one was having no friends as a kid, and step two was doing nothing else besides practicing it for, like… ten years straight.”

“No,” you giggled. “Not the guitar playing. Although, that is extremely impressive in and of itself. But, no, I meant… performing in front of people. Where do get the confidence to do that?”

“Shit, I don’t know. Where do you get the confidence to show your art?”

“That’s…not the same thing,” You scoffed.

“Isn’t it?”

“No. I do all of the hard work in private.”

“Yeah, but… sharing it with people sure takes a hell of a lot of courage,” He mumbled, raising his eyebrows at you as he took a sip of his beer.

You tilted your head at him impatiently.

“You’re deflecting.”

“I’m not,” He chuckled. “I swear. Look, I honestly don’t know how I do it. It took a lot of work to get over how initially terrifying it was, I guess. I wasn’t always this totally badass heavy metal rockstar, you know.”

“Oh really? I assumed you came straight out of the womb like that. The hair, the tattoos and all. Guitar in hand.”

“I wish. But nope. It was a long and painfully awkward road to get here, unfortunately.”

You rested your chin on top of your clasped hands, preparing for a story.

“Do tell,” You said, fluttering your eyelids at him, and he grinned at your interest.

“Well… I was a scared shitless little kid who got bullied constantly, and then I met Jeff and he liked all of the same weird stuff as me. And after that we met Gareth and Freak and decided we all wanted to be professional rockstars at the ripe old age of… twelve. So we started Corroded Coffin. The first time we played in public was actually for the Hawkins Middle School talent show, and we were… awful. Terrible. I’d only been playing for, like, a year and we made absolute asses of ourselves.”

You pictured a little version of Eddie trying to play to a crowd for the first time, and it was hopelessly cute.

“Ouch,” You giggled. “How’d you guys bounce back from that?”

“I don’t know. For some reason we just stuck with it. Spent all of our time in Gareth’s garage practicing until we got better, and then one day we just decided to go for it for real. We harassed the owner until he let us play for him, and then he liked us enough to let us perform here. That’s pretty much it, I guess. More or less. Honestly, I think we just had too much fun together to quit.”

“That’s really nice. I’m sorry you had a rough start, but I’m glad you found the things you love so young. And your people.”

He tried to hide a shy smile by pausing to drink, but you still caught it.

“Yeah. Well, what about you?” He asked, deflecting again. “Art’s your thing. Have you found your people?”

You really didn’t think art was your thing anymore considering you hadn’t actually made anything since before graduation. Maybe getting caught up in world-ending events was your thing now. That seemed more appropriate considering recent circumstances. But you brushed over these thoughts to answer his question.

“I… think so. Kind of? We didn’t really find each other, we were more… thrust together, I guess? It’s not really the same. I love them, I would do anything for them, but we didn’t exactly choose each other, you know? We don’t actually have too much in common.”

“Oh, you don’t have a lot in common with a bunch of fourteen-year-old boys? Never would have expected that,” He replied sarcastically with a smirk.

“Actually, sadly enough, they’re the ones I have the most in common with. It’s the friends my age I have trouble understanding sometimes.”

“How come?”

Because Nancy would’ve rather spent time with Jonathan or working on the school paper, Robin was so smart and her thoughts moved so quickly that most of the time it exhausted you trying to keep up with her, and Steve couldn’t seem to make up his mind about whether he wanted to be your friend or…more than that?

“I don’t know. Maybe I just haven’t fully grown up yet,” You said instead. That was also true. He snorted at you.

“You are preaching to the choir, here. Look at me, I’m almost twenty and still in high school. I spend half of my Friday nights playing D&D with a bunch of freshmen. Clearly, I haven’t done a lot of growing up.”

“That’s not true. But believe me, I get the appeal of D&D. Really, I do. Up until recently, I spent most of my time daydreaming about a world that was pretty much exactly like some of the storylines in your campaign, actually. Full of fantasy, full of adventure, and quests, and… fighting monsters.”

You trailed off after this and took a long drink, hoping to god that he didn’t realize the hesitation in your voice and ask you to elaborate further. You had also conveniently left out the fact that you daydreamed a lot about romance all throughout high school. Specifically with him.

“And now?” He asked, tilting his head curiously. You set the bottle back down on the table and began peeling at the label anxiously as you thought up an answer.

“And now… be careful what you wish for, I guess,” You mumbled with a sad chuckle. You weren’t sure what else to say. It was a heavy question. A lot had changed since the last time you had spent any time daydreaming in your room. Life had become much crazier than anything you could have ever dreamt up.

You didn’t know what you wanted your ideal life to be anymore, other than the fact that you were pretty certain you still wanted Eddie to be part of it. Clearly, there were some things you were still trying to work out.

You also really didn’t know why you felt the need to even share any of that about yourself. There was just something about him that made you want to spill your guts out. You hated it and loved it at the same time. The alcohol certainly wasn’t helping you either.

He squinted at you, trying to figure out what you really meant before someone called out to him from across the bar. He turned to see for a moment before looking back at you apologetically, and you waved a hand at him.

“It’s okay. Go. I’m gonna wait here.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. No worries. Your fan club needs you,” You teased.

“Ha ha. Right. Just… hold that thought. I’ll be right back, I promise.”

He got up and walked away and you let your cheek fall hard against your hand as you took another very long drink of your beer. You couldn’t help watching him from across the room, and you noticed one of the people he was speaking to getting particularly cozy with him. She put a hand on his shoulder, throwing her head back in laughter at something he had said. As soon as her face came into focus, you realized who it was. It was Jo. Pretty, nice, perfect Jo. Of course she would be there. With all the excitement about seeing Eddie again and finally being able to hang out alone with him, you’d forgotten all about her. And now there she was, wrapping her arm around him. A cruel reminder that you weren’t, in fact, in your dream world, and that there was a very real possibility that Eddie already belonged to somebody else.

You suddenly felt like you were an intruder in his world. Like you weren’t meant to be there that night. What were you doing? This wasn’t you. You didn’t go to metal concerts at shitty dive bars and get drunk. You’d never even stayed out past eleven before.

You weren’t really sure what this was anymore, or what you were doing. You had spent all of high school dreaming about being with Eddie, just getting the chance to spend any time with him at all, and now it was actually happening. And it just felt… strange. Your fantasizing was always misleading you. All of that time building it up in your head had ruined it. He wasn’t just a daydream anymore, he was a real person. And he was across the room with another girl. It felt like you just didn’t fit.

You finished your beer quickly and got up to get a couple more. You waited for a little while longer, watching as Jo continued to touch him flirtatiously before the jealousy finally got the best of you and you escaped the bar to sit outside.

You leaned against the brick wall and looked up at the clear night sky. It was another pretty night. It made you think about Steve again. It made you miss your friends. It made you feel really fucking lonely. Maybe you didn’t have much in common with them, but they had always been there for you without fail. Until, of course, you had to go and mess things up with Steve. You wished you could take that night back more than anything. Now everything was ruined. You weren’t sure how long you were left alone with your rambling thoughts before Eddie joined you.

“Hey, what are you doing out here by yourself?”

He took off his leather jacket and placed it over your shoulders. You didn’t answer him or bother turning away from the sky.

“I’m… sorry I took so long,” He offered, probably picking up on your distress. “I tried to get away, but those assholes like to talk."

You saw him tilt his head to try to get a better look at your face out of the corner of your eye.

“You…okay?” He asked tentatively.

“You’re so good. You know that right?” You responded, completely ignoring his question. He squinted at you quizzically.

“I… thanks? Are you… drunk? How much have you had to drink?”

You held up four fingers and he couldn’t resist laughing at you a little bit.

“Wow. Somebody’s a lightweight. That’s actually really impressive.”

“Yep. I am. You know why? Because I don’t do this. I don’t drink, I don’t go to bars to watch metal bands. I’m not like you, Eddie. We’re so different. I’m not brave, or confident. I’m soooo… hopeless. You deserve somebody good like you. Somebody that knows exactly what they want and isn’t a ticking time bomb.”

“What are you talking about? Hey, look at me for a second.”

He turned his body towards you, inching so closely to you that his knees were touching yours. You lowered your head to look at him like he had asked, blinking as your eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden movement of your head. It felt like your brain was lagging. You felt dizzy, and not just because Eddie was sitting so closely to you.

“You are absolutely insane if you think that I’m somehow better than you. You need to know how completely fascinating I think you are. You’re, like, the coolest girl I’ve ever met. You’re the brave one.”

“Bullshit.”

“No, not bullshit.”

“Yes, bullshit.”

“Well… I think you’re wrong.”

You let out a weary string of laughs and he stared at you with his brows furrowed.

“What’s so funny?”

“If you even knew the half of it… I don’t think you’d think I’m very brave. You probably wouldn’t even like me at all.”

You laughed again, but his shoulders slumped with worry.

“Y/N… what’s going on? What happened to you this summer? What monsters have you been fighting?”

You weren’t sure if it was a combination of remembering the events of the summer and him interrogating you or just your four beers finally getting to you, but before you could even think about a response to his questions, you leaned away from him and promptly vomited onto the sidewalk.

“Whoa, whoa, shit. Are you okay?” He asked, not even wasting a second before he was holding your hair back for you. After the nausea passed, you straightened yourself and wiped your mouth before turning to look up at him.

“Can you please pretend that didn’t just happen?” You groaned.

He just gave you a pitying look that made your stomach churn again, and put a comforting hand on your back to hold you steady.

“Seriously, are you alright?”

“I’ll be fine. I’m just a lightweight, like you said. My pride, however… may never recover. I should probably call it a night.”

“Okay, let me take you home.”

This was sweet, but the thought of getting in a car with him made you feel green again. Partly because you would be trapped in a small space with him and forced to talk, and partly because you knew how recklessly he drove.

“It’s okay. I don’t want you to abandon your friends. Plus, you’ve been drinking, too. I’ll just call somebody to come get me.”

He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Y/N… it’s really fine…”

“Eddie,” You interrupted him more harshly than you intended. “Seriously. I’m just going to call someone.”

You were just exhausted, pissed at yourself for looking like an idiot, and still slightly upset about Jo flirting with him. But you could tell by the wounded look on Eddie’s face that he had taken your chilly tone to heart.

“Okay. If that’s what you want. Can I at least give you change for the payphone?”

You nodded and thanked him, then let him walk with you to the phone. He leaned up against the wall nearby with his arms crossed, trying his best to give you some distance and privacy.

It was well past midnight at that point, and you honestly weren’t sure who to call. Your parents certainly weren’t an option, Joyce had enough to deal with already, Nancy didn’t have her own phone line so her parents would have most likely picked up, and Robin didn’t even have a driver’s license. That really only left you with one option.

You dialed the number to Steve’s house, praying that his parents had left him home alone for another one of their weekend getaways. It took a while before anyone answered, but you breathed a sigh of relief when someone finally did and it was Steve’s impatient voice on the other end.

“Hello?”

“Steve? This is… Y/N.”

Eddie turned his head when he heard you say Steve’s name.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Are you okay? It’s almost one in the morning.”

“I’m okay. I just… look, I’m really sorry to ask, but would you be able to pick me up at The Hideout?”

There was a brief pause. You snuck a peek at Eddie, who was still at attention.

“I’ll be there in ten,” Steve replied without any follow-up questions, then hung up before you could even say thank you. You placed the phone back on the hook and Eddie took a hesitant step towards you.

“Is he coming?”

You nodded, and he seemed disappointed by this.

“Can I wait with you until he gets here?”

“Of course. Thank you.”

You sat on the sidewalk together again in silence for what felt like forever. You tried to give his jacket back to him but he put up his hands to stop you.

“Keep it. You can bring it back to me when you pick up the boys next week.”

“Thanks,” You smiled meekly. The nights were finally beginning to get a crisp, autumnal bite to them, and you were grateful for the extra warmth. Plus, it smelled like him.

“Are you feeling any better?” He asked.

“A little.”

“Good. That’s… good,” He said awkwardly, rubbing his palms over his pant legs nervously.

You wanted to say something to reassure him that the disaster the night had turned into wasn’t his fault, that you were just a wreck around him, but the words caught in your throat. Then he spoke up again before you could.

“Can I say something really quick before you go? You don’t even have to listen, but I think it has to be said.”

You nodded reluctantly, and he sucked in a breath.

“Look, I have no idea what’s been going on with you this past year and you don’t ever need to tell me. And I don’t wanna assume anything or project my own shit, so feel free to tell me to fuck off at any time, but whatever it is or was… I can tell it’s taken you a lot of strength to get through it. And I really don’t know why you don’t see that because it’s been very obvious to me, even from a distance. Maybe it’s just gonna take you some more time to figure things out. To get used to living with it, whatever it is. And you will, I know you will. I think you’re closer than you think you are. And maybe it feels like it right now, but it’s not going to hurt you forever. Because you are strong, and you are brave, and you’re never going to be able to convince me otherwise. You’re never going to be able to… make me not like you. Whatever happens. I think that after all this time, you should at least know that’s true.”

The longer he spoke, the quicker your breathing became as you fought to hold back tears. Even from the outside, even without knowing a single thing about the Upside Down or what you’d been through, it was like he could still see you. You’d never felt so understood in your entire life. It shocked the shit out of you, but now you realized that for once your gut instincts hadn’t mislead you. There was a reason why you were so drawn to Eddie all of these years. And the way he was looking at you… it was beginning to make your stomach churn for very different reasons. You stared at him, speechless, and he opened his mouth to speak again.

“I also just want to say… I’m really sorry…”

Before he could finish, a pair of headlights diverted your attention. When Steve parked and got out of the car, slamming his door behind him, you and Eddie stood up in unison.

“You ready to go?” He called out to you.

You turned to Eddie.

“Thank you, for saying all of that. I’m really sorry about tonight. I’ll see you next Friday, okay?”

He nodded and smiled as you walked away and Steve opened and closed the car door for you.

“Hey, man. Thanks for coming to get her. I’m sorry about this.” You heard Eddie say to Steve through the open window on the driver’s side of the car.

Steve walked over to him and tried to speak quietly enough that you couldn’t hear, but you did.

“I don’t know what you did to her or why she needed me to come get her, but if you hurt her in any way, I swear to god, man, you better watch your back.”

You could tell Eddie was taken aback by this and wanted to defend himself, but all he did was cross his arms and say, “Understood.”

Steve backed away and got into the car, still glaring at Eddie. You stared at him in shock. Eddie just stood frozen as you drove away.

“Steve? What the fuck was that?”

“What?” He spat, his eyes still on the road.

“Was threatening him really necessary?!”

“I don’t know, you tell me. What did that asshole do to you?”

“Do to me? Steve, he didn’t do anything! I just drank too much and got sick. I was embarrassed!”

“You what?” He stared at you, completely surprised by this. “This is so not like you, Y/N,” He muttered. “What is going on with you?”

You glared at him, mouth gaping open.

“Oh my god. Now you care about what’s going on with me. Wow, thanks for that.”

“What are you talking about?! You’re the one who completely shut me out and then called me in the middle of the night to come pick you up!”

You knew he was right, but you couldn’t stand to admit it. You were too nauseous and exhausted to fight. You squeezed your eyes shut and pinched the bridge of your nose in an attempt to stop yourself from exploding, but you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Alright, you know what, fuck this. Pull over,” You demanded.

“Excuse me?”

“PULL OVER,” You bellowed, loud enough that it made Steve jump.

“Jesus, alright!” He yelled back.

The car barely stopped before you opened the door and got out, slamming it behind you.

“Hey!” Steve called after you as you stomped down the road. “What the hell are you doing?!”

He got out and chased after you, putting a hand on your shoulder to stop you. You spun around and smacked it away.

“I’m sorry, Steve!” You began to scream, and he immediately drew back in shock. “I’m so sorry that I was so fucking humiliated by the fact that I nearly vomited on Eddie Munson’s shoes that I would have rather sat in a car with my friend that I made out with and haven’t spoken to since because I was absolutely mortified. The choices weren’t great, but I did my absolute best with what I had, and maybe it wasn’t the correct one but fuck me if I wasn’t gonna sit there and make myself look like an asshole for one more minute. Because he wasn’t the one who ruined the night, Steve. He didn’t do anything. He was perfect. I was a fucking mess, and my brain ruined everything the way it always does. The way it ruined our friendship, and blew up all of my plans, and possessed me to get drunk tonight, and keeps telling me to push Eddie as far away as possible. You wanna know what’s going on with me, Steve? Well, so do I! Because I certainly didn’t plan for any of this! So, I hope you’ll forgive me for losing my fucking mind, because clearly I’m not equipped to deal with any of it. We did just watch somebody die by mind flayer this summer, after all. Or have you forgotten already? Because I definitely haven’t! And the best part about it is, I can’t tell anybody about it, especially Eddie. So, yeah. Fuck me I guess. I’ll just slowly rot from the inside out trying to hold all of this in. No problem. I’m cool.”

You finally stopped your rant, panting, as Steve stared back at you in stunned silence. Then you abruptly plopped yourself into the grass and curled up your legs, hiding your head in your arms. After a minute or so, you heard the crunch of Steve’s sneakers coming toward you, and felt him sit down beside you. He didn’t say anything. He just waited. You turned your head away from him, still resting it on top of your knees, and began to cry quietly.

“How do you even know this isn’t who I am, Steve?” You sniffled. “How could you know? I don’t even know anymore. I thought that figuring out all this shit about Hawkins and the Upside Down would put things into perspective, you know? Give me some kind of bullshit purpose. Make everything else seem smaller. But then Billy died and what happened between us happened and now everything is…too much. Too loud. And I’m so…I’m so lost. What am I supposed to do with the rest of my life now? How am I supposed to just go on pretending like none of it happened? How do you do it? I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind.”

You continued to cry quietly, and eventually felt Steve put a hand on your shoulder. Then he stood up, and you looked up at him through your tears to see him holding out his hand. You just stared up at him, confused.

“Come on. Just let me take you home.”

You thought about walking the rest of the way instead, but after realizing you definitely weren’t in a good state of mind to do that, you reluctantly took his hand and let him pull you off of the ground. You watched him as he opened the passenger-side door and waited for you to get in, then walked over slowly and got in, eyeing him suspiciously the whole time.

You didn’t speak the entire way to your house. It wasn’t until you began unbuckling your seatbelt to get out of his car that he felt compelled to turn and talk to you.

“Y/N, you’re not the only one freaking out, okay? I need you to know that. We’ve just all gotten really good at hiding it.”

You stared back at him for a moment, trying and failing to read him, then shook your head wearily.

“And that’s exactly the problem,” You said with a definitive shrug as you reached for the door handle. “Good night, Steve. Thanks for the ride.”

You were so sick of pushing everything down. You tried to do it, but obviously it wasn’t something you could handle anymore. That was very clear from your humiliating outburst, which Steve had barely even bothered to react to.

How did he keep everything so tightly wound inside himself? He was so completely shut down that it stressed you out to be anywhere near him. It was actually kind of terrifying.

Maybe it was your fault. Maybe what happened between the two of you had permanently put an end to the closeness you once shared. But you couldn’t take any of it back, so there was nothing else you could do or say. Maybe the only thing to do now was move on.

You walked to your front door and shut it quickly behind you, this time stopping yourself from acting on the urge to turn around and watch Steve as he drove away.

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Silence

eddie munson x reader

the five times you asked eddie to be quiet (and the one time he was)

tw: ANGST, but also fluff?, hurt no comfort, blood, death, trauma, reader is gender neutral (i think), kissing, alcohol, mentions of drug use, reader is shorter than eddie.

wc: 8.5k

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The first time you discovered that Eddie Munson was an unstoppable force of nature all bottled into the lanky body of a nineteen-year-old boy, it was at work.

The Hawkins Library was not frequently visited on Friday evenings, your shift often filled with the sound of you restocking books on shelves and the squeaky wheel of the cart you pushed around. So you instantly noticed the loud, raucous voice interrupting the calm evening like a knife through butter.

It fired you up, your brow furrowing as you abandoned the cart of returned books to discover the source of the noise. There were a few people lingering in the plush chairs scattered through the atrium that looked up at you as you stormed past, the jingle of the keys around your neck punctuating your steps.

You were young to be working at the library, you were the only person there who was under the age of forty, let alone just nineteen. You liked books, didn’t mind a quiet workplace, and the Hawkins Library had an opening that you managed to squeeze into. There weren’t any other plans in your future, so you figured the library wasn’t a horrible place to end up.

It wasn’t hard to recognize Eddie Munson. He still wore his denim vest over his leather jacket, the patches haphazardly sewn on in uneven stitches. He made it during your senior year of high school… well, his first senior year of high school. You thought he was on his second round, at least that was what you’d heard from Nancy. The frizzy, curly hair on his head was the same, but he had it pulled into a loose bun at the nape of his neck. Hellfire club was seated at a table, the actual boys having changed but they still wore the same shirts.

“Roll for initiative!” Eddie’s voice had a theatrical fullness to it. There was an authenticity to him that you envied.

“You can’t shout like that in here,” you barked in your best attempt at an authoritative tone, crossing your arms over your chest as you stood behind Eddie. You said it a bit louder than was acceptable, wanting to make sure you were heard over the clatter on dice on the wooden table.

He looked like a kid that got caught with their hand in the cookie jar when he turned to look at you, a kiss-ass smile on his face.

“You need to quiet down,” you said, looking at the minions before their ringleader. The boys shied away from your gaze, looking down at the hands and the hand-drawn map in front of them. Eddie, their fearless leader, approached you and took the full heat of your stare.

“Aw c’mon,” Eddie softly whined, clutching his hands to his chest as he started to plead with you. You noticed that his eyes were puppy-dog brown as his lip jutted out far enough to cast a shadow from the overhead lighting.

You scoffed slightly, rolling your eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the drama room, Munson?”

Hellfire had taken a residency there your sophomore year of high school, meeting every Friday night to play Dungeons and Dragons. Eddie had even gotten himself a throne, the self-declared king of the misfits.

“They’re repainting it and threw us out,” he finally sighed, stopping his approach when he was just a foot away from you. “Please, take us strays in. We’re cold… winter’s here…” His voice trailed off pathetically as Eddie pretended to crumble to his knees in front of you.

You managed to stay stoic for a few moments, your arms still folded over your chest in disapproval as one of your eyebrows ticked up. Eddie had always been talented at making a spectacle of himself.

He finally broke you, pretending to sob as he lightly tugged on your cardigan. His little whimper for your mercy made you roll your eyes despite the fact that you cracked a smile. A soft laugh huffed from your nostrils, making you shake your head.

“Fine,” you sighed, hoping he would get up sooner rather than later. “But you owe me.”

He clambered to his feet, adjusting his vest and leather jacket as he flashed you a sincere, boyish smile. Your heart stuttered at the sight of it. His pink lips briefly shut, his tongue pressing into his cheek as he looked you up and down. “How about I make it up to you with dinner? Maybe tomorrow?”

Your cheeks heated up as you slid from bossy to bashful. “Dinner? Um, sure,” you murmured, your fingers reaching up to press at the nape of your neck as a small smile formed on your face. You’d never considered dating Eddie, but as soon as he offered you found yourself readily agreeing.

The Hellfire boys giggled amongst themselves and elbowed one another. The sound of their chuckles reminded you that you were at work, making you draw yourself up once more.

“But keep it down!” you reminded him sharply, some of your composure returning as you started to turn away from Eddie and his retinue.

“Of course we will,” he said in an exaggerated whisper, winking as he placed a finger against his lips. You knew it was a complete lie, even as he crossed his fingers over his heart and jostled the buttons pinned to his breast pocket. After a moment you nodded, leaving the group to themselves as you made your way back to your cart of books.

As soon as you rounded the corner you heard what you came to recognize as Eddie’s Dungeon Master voice booming out across the library.

ii.

It was only your third date when you’d learned that Eddie was thoughtful: an evening spent walking around the new shopping mall completed with seeing a movie in the attached theater.

You didn’t think your dinner would end so well, ending up with you two talking late into the night before you’d parted ways. You found yourself calling him to ask him for a second date, having to leave an awkward message with his uncle.

The second was even better, the two of you watching movies you’d rented from Family Video on your thrift store couch in your too-small apartment. What started with awkward smiles each time your hands touched or knees bumped morphed into Eddie clumsily pressing a kiss to your lips in the blue-tinted darkness.

He started this date with a kiss, curling an arm around your waist as you walked up to his van and pulling you in for a quick stamp of his lips on yours. It was so easy, it felt like you’d been kissing for months rather than the first time a few days prior. You melted into it, finding yourself a bit lightheaded as he opened the door for you and ushered you into the passenger seat.

Walking around the mall included his fingers wrapping around yours, splitting a milkshake in the food court, and a long excursion to the arcade.

You were amazed with just how boisterous he was. Eddie was so expressive, moving your hand with his as he talked about his band and his hopes to someday leave Hawkins. You listened like a disciple, wide-eyed and enamored. Life exuded from his every movement, a broad smile on his face as he jumped up to walk on the rim of one of the planters.

But he surprised you by actually steering the conversation your way, making you go into Waldenbooks to listen to you talk about your favorite books and Tape World so you could pick out your favorite songs. You didn’t know until later that he had gone back the next day to buy everything you’d picked up so he could surprise you–that’s how smitten he was.

You told him about how you liked the library but wanted to feel like you were really doing something with your life. He listened as you rambled, his eyes taking in the way you smiled and looked around when you talked and how you swung your intertwined hands even more aggressively to make your points.

He told you later that it was that moment he knew he was in love.

But, nevertheless, you two found your way to the movie theater and sat down in the back of one to watch The Breakfast Club with a blue raspberry ICEE shoved into the cupholder between the two of you. Eddie had only asked the boy at the snack counter for one straw, forcing you to share it.

He talked through every movie trailer, his sarcastic commentary making you laugh under your breath as the two of you looked at one another like co-conspirators. Eddie went out of his way to ask which ones you wanted to go see when they came out. He planned outings with you in barely-hushed whispers, already asking if you liked midnight premieres or Tuesday afternoon movies and if you liked to sit in the middle or the back of the theater.

Midnight premiers. The back of the theater.

Eddie made sure you never missed a movie you’d been talking about, showing up at your apartment at half an hour to midnight to whisk you away to the Starcourt Cinema. He always made sure you sat in the back, once even making some kids he knew from Hellfire club move out of the way so you two could have a seat. You saw so many movies that you could hardly keep track of them.

But this one was special because it was the first. When the lights went dark he didn’t change his volume, his hot chocolate eyes focusing on you like you were the only person in the world.

“Eddie, the movie’s starting,” you whispered, nodding your chin toward the screen as you leaned toward him. You reached around the cup to hold his hand, the cool condensation clinging to the outside of it smearing along your forearm as your temple nudged his shoulder. “You gotta be quiet.”

“Hmm?” He turned to look at the screen, letting out a soft ‘oh’ as he squeezed your hand once.

It only took him a moment to talk again. “Detention s’not like that, you know,” he informed you, his voice still well above a whisper.

iii.

It was early for a Monday when Eddie had imprinted himself on your heart like the tattoo on your hip.

It was your day off and Eddie’s as he hadn’t started school quite yet. He was still asleep, probably sprawling out on your bed like an overgrown starfish and snoring into the pillow on your side of the bed. You’d discovered that you were the early bird of your pair, you often rose well before Eddie was ready to be cognizant. You held your breath and tiptoed while getting out of bed to brew coffee and watch television with the volume turned down low.

You were clad in his Iron Maiden shirt, having staked your claim on it when you started keeping it in your dresser drawers. It was the tail-end of the dog days of summer, loose sleep shorts on your legs as you sat in front of a fan you’d set up in your living room. Eddie was hogging the one in your bedroom, conveniently setting it up on his side of the bed.

Your coffee had long gone lukewarm, the unforgiving August sun stretching in your living room through the curtains as you sat on the floor between the couch and the coffee table. The television provided white noise, some game show playing while you idly sketched on the notepad in front of you.

It was a monster for Eddie’s campaign, he’d been describing it all night and you couldn’t get it out of your head. You didn’t consider yourself much of an artist, but Eddie always praised you like you were Picasso reincarnate. You drew his monsters all the time, he kept the loose pieces of paper tucked away in the beaten-up notebook he always carried around.

The groan of your air conditioner ruined your perfect morning, the machine finally giving out like it had been threatening to for the past few weeks. Cool air stopped trickling through the vent in your kitchen as you fished a partially burnt piece of toast from the toaster.

“Fucking of course,” you sighed, dropping the toast on the chipped Snoopy plate you refused to get rid of. The motions of buttering the bread and spreading jam kept your hands occupied, your bare foot tapping against the tile as you wondered who to call to fix it. You had the landlord’s phone number written somewhere, rifling through your mental checklist of places it could be.

Eddie emerged from your bedroom as you’re rifling through your junk drawer, emptying the contents onto the kitchen counter. What possessed you to keep all this crap? There were too many odds and ends to count, loose batteries and bobbins of thread and scraps of paper and a spring rolling across the ivory tiles.

“What’s got you in crazy tornado mode this early in the morning?” Eddie asked, approaching with slow, groggy steps as he rubbed his eyes. He stood behind you, an arm wrapping around your waist and his chin on your shoulder.

“Air conditioner broke.” You jolted when you found the crumpled slip of paper where you’d scrawled the phone number, holding it up like treasure you’d dug out of the ground.

Eddie chuckled, letting you go with a kiss to your temple before he disappeared into the bathroom. Your gaze followed him as he did, noting that he’d taken his shirt off at some point. The swirling black lines of his tattoos were on full display as you dialed the number, twisting the phone cord around your finger.

Seeing Eddie without all his garb felt like a special privilege. The first time he slept over he’d stripped to just red checkered boxers and his socks, letting you stare wide-eyed at the tattoos that littered his skin. The two of you had stayed up talking about them until the sun was rising, Eddie’s cheeks tinted pink every time you reached out to trace the designs.

You particularly loved the wonky stick and poke tattoo he’d given himself above his left knee, big block letters that said DUNGEON MASTER but were slightly wobbly. He was embarrassed when you’d asked him to give you one.

There were no tattoos on your skin when Eddie had you lay down on the floor of his room in the trailer, kneeling over you with a needle shoved in the end of a pencil eraser. You noticed he stuck out his tongue when he concentrated, worried about messing up the placement of the lines. It stung, the first poke making you squirm and forcing him to smooth a big hand on your stomach to keep you still.

You traced the shape of the healed star tattooed just above the waistband of your shorts as you leaned against the wall near your phone, some of the lines were a little crooked but you didn’t care.

“Mr. Frask’s Office.” The shrill voice brought your attention back. Mr. Frask was one of the biggest landlords in Hawkins, some rich investor from Indiana who owned a bunch of buildings they constructed near the outskirts of town.

“Hi, um, my air conditioner broke down and I need someone to come out here and fix it,” you said, turning so your back was to the bathroom door as you twisted the spiral phone cord up and down your index finger. There was a crackle of static on the other end of the line, you could hear the woman shifting around papers on her desk.

She asked you which complex you lived in, making you stretch the phone cord as far as it could go as you leaned toward the big window in your living room. “Um, Appletree West?” It sounded like more of a question than an answer despite the fact that you were staring at the wooden sign at the entrance of the parking lot.

You hardly could process what was happening before your instincts had you moving. A cold, wet press to the nape of your neck made you yelp straight into the receiver as you twisted away from it. Drops rolled down your spine, the cool water making your skin erupt in goosebumps.

Eddie snickered behind you, letting the ice cube he was holding slide down the back of your shirt. You made a strangled noise, completely forgetting about the phone as you yanked your shirt with your free hand and let the ice cube fall to the carpet.

“Are you okay?” The voice on the phone was quiet, fighting over the short distance to your ear as the woman reminded you of her presence.

You narrowed your eyes at Eddie. “Yeah, sorry about that. There’s some crazy guy running around outside, caught me by surprise,” you said, shooting Eddie a glare over your shoulder. He grinned wide, dimples showing as you rolled your eyes.

You smothered the receiver with your palm. “Eddie, I’m on the phone,” you hissed, scolding him as you returned to where the phone hook was on the wall.

He followed amiably like a puppy, standing right behind you as you turned away from him in an attempt to hide your smile. Lanky arms curled around your waist, nuzzling his nose into the back of your neck. His fingertips drummed a beat against your abdomen.

“What unit number?” the woman asked, sounding bored.

“Unit 1-12.” Eddie licked a long, wet stripe up the side of your throat, his warm tongue pressed flat and wide against your skin. You made a strangled sound, his arms keeping you from squirming away as you pushed his head away with your free hand.

“Ask if they can make your upstairs neighbor stop fucking that lady so loud,” he whispered in your ear, making it hard to concentrate on what the woman on the phone was asking. Your upstairs neighbors had been going at it pretty loud as of late, their yowls making them sound more like crappy pornstars than an actual couple.

You covered the microphone with your hand, turning to glare. “Eddie, I’m on the phone. Can you please be quiet?”

He smirked, loving to get a rise out of you. “You never pay attention to me.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to wrap up the phone call as soon as possible as Eddie continued to mutter nonsense into your ear. The property manager would be coming by in a few hours, the woman rattling off information that prompted you to hum and nod as though you were in the room with her.

Eddie’s hands started to snake beneath the hem of the shirt you wore, his calloused fingertips snapping the waistband of your underwear lightly. He pressed wet, noisy kisses down your throat and beneath the spot on your ear that made you shiver.

“Thank you!” you squeaked into the phone, a blush creeping up on your face. You hung up before the woman had time to respond.

You turned in Eddie’s embrace, his shit-eating grin was wide as he backed you up until you were trapped against the wall. “You are incorrigible, Edward Munson,” you scolded, lips scrunching to one side and nose wrinkling in an attempt to hide the smile on your face.

He snickered, his chocolate brown gaze taking in your expression before he leaned down to worm his way into a kiss. It was quick and chaste, when he pulled away you found yourself following his lips as though an invisible string connected you. He tasted minty like your toothpaste. “I love when you talk librarian to me,” he murmured, a huff of a laugh breathing over you.

“Library assistant,” you corrected, tracing the spider tattoo just beneath his left collarbone.

It was already starting to get warm in your apartment, soon the two of you would be too hot to even talk to one another if the air conditioning didn’t get fixed.

He hummed his understanding, nodding. “Library assistant, that’s wicked hot.”

iv.

New Year’s Eve was when Eddie had promised you a future.

The party was a whirlwind.

Hawkins parties tended to be on the stranger side, especially during the holidays. No one had anything better to do, and everyone was back home with their parents for the break. The annual New Year’s Eve house party was an amalgamation of high school and college students crammed into an unsuspecting family’s home. The family of 1985 was the Perkins family, their respectable home in one of the more spacious neighborhoods. Apparently Carol’s parents had gone out of town to celebrate, letting her and her younger sister have run of the place.

Eddie forced you to come along, he had spent the past day rolling joints to sell at a ridiculous markup and didn’t want to go alone. You’d wanted to have a night at home, maybe invite some of your friends over for something small. But he begged, using his sweet puppy-dog eyes against you until your resolve crumbled. Ever the dutiful girlfriend, you went with him under the stipulation that he had to drive.

The music was loud inside the house, the lights were dim and people were everywhere you looked. Eddie had melded into a corner, his metal lunch box at his side. You could feel his gaze on you across the room as you talked with some of your friends, giggling over red solo cups filled with drinks that were too strong.

You’d found your way back to Eddie nearly every ten minutes, his gaze on your spine pulling you over to him like a moth to a flame. It didn’t matter if he was in the middle of a deal, you always clambered onto the couch next to him and nuzzled in close.

It was getting late when you’d flopped onto the couch that time. “Hi Ed,” you whispered into his ear, your voice getting a bit wobbly as the tipsiness settled into your bones. Your drink swirled dangerously in the cup, making Eddie confiscate it with a chuckle and set it on the end table next to him. He pocketed the cash, the teenager scurrying away with a newly purchased joint between their fingers.

Eddie turned to look at you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek as his arm curled around your back. “Hey, how you feeling?” he asked, his voice low as he gently knocked his forehead against yours. You practically beamed under his affection.

Your friends were watching, smiling to one another as they watched Eddie smooth a piece of hair behind your ear. The whole conversation that evening had been focused on how good he was for you, and how you seemed to blossom in a way they had never seen with your previous relationships. Despite his rough exterior, Eddie was the sweetest person you’d ever met: empathetic and kind and boisterous. You’d never been with anyone like him.

“M’good, just missed you,” you mumbled, your fingertips tracing along the borders of the patches on his vest. It was close to midnight, the two of you just a little over ten minutes away from 1986. The energy in the party was already starting to buzz, more and more attention focused on wristwatches and the clocks on the walls.

He grinned, his free hand pulling a strand of his curly hair over his mouth as he started to look bashful. “Yeah? I’ve been right here the whole time, no reason to miss me,” he said, making you roll your eyes.

Another teen approached, making Eddie wave them away with a flick of his hand as he stood. You moved with him, your fingers twined together as he tucked his lunch box under his arm and started to weave through the crowd. “Just wanna spend time with me and you,” he said as he brought you up a flight of stairs off the living room.

You agreed, nodding as he started opening doors in the long upstairs hallway. Bedrooms were full, most of the doors locked or really should have been locked. A fit of giggles erupted from the two of you when you opened a door to see a tangle of limbs on the bed, an embarrassed yelp from the pair and profuse apologies spilling from your lips as you slammed the door shut.

“Maybe I should just start doing that to you out here in the hall,” Eddie suggested, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively as he cornered you against the wall. He set the lunch box at his feet.

“Shut up,” you said with a laugh, your hands finding his biceps as you stretched up to kiss him. His lips were soft as always, your tongue darting out to taste him. Cigarettes and beer and your strawberry flavored chapstick he kept in his pocket just in case you asked for it.

His hands found your waist, smoothing to the curve of it as he shuffled forward, his Reebocks nudging against your Converse as he pressed the length of your body against his. “S’all dark up here, no one would even know.” He was halfway between teasing and telling the truth, his umber eyes sparkling with mischief even in the low light.

You giggled again, shaking your head. “You can just take me home if you want to do that, Ed,” you said softly, biting your lower lip.

Excited whispers began downstairs. One minute left until midnight.

The thrill of New Year’s Eve had often been lost on you, it was just another day, just another year. It never meant anything to you besides the passage of time, crossing days off the calendar as the clock ticked. New Year’s Eve was just a night where you got a little too drunk and maybe kissed a stranger if you were feeling bold.

But the last day of 1985 was different. You had plans, goals for the first time in a long time. You had college lined up in Indianapolis in August, you and Eddie were going to move out of your hellhole of a small town and actually start your lives. He was going to graduate, find a job at a record store in the city and keep making music with Corroded Coffin. He’d make it someday, you could tell from the tapes you’d been passing around at your college tours–people really liked them.

“I love you,” you whispered in the dark, looking up at Eddie with adoration written clearly over your expression.

A sweet kiss to your nose followed, making you scrunch it up. “I love you too,” he murmured, leaning in further so his frizzy, curly hair blocked your view of the rest of the dark hallway. “Eighty-six is our year, right?”

There was a hint of nervousness, you could see the seedling of fear in him that you would disagree. You didn’t understand how Eddie could think that you’d ever doubt him, not when you looked at him like he had single-handedly hung the moon and the stars.

You nodded instantly. “Of course, nothing’s gonna stop us.”

Everyone was counting down, voices shouting and the shuffling of feet as people figured out who they were going to be with when 1985 morphed into 1986. This was the first year since you were a little kid that you didn’t have to scramble to figure something out, content as you and Eddie blended into each other in the shadows of the upstairs hall.

Your voices were hushed, whispering numbers to one another in a way that was so sappy and soppy that you thought it couldn’t possibly be real. He couldn’t possibly be yours.

Eddie kissed you at midnight, so eager that your noses mashed together and your teeth collided. You were smiling into it, holding him as close as you could as your mouth melded to his. You’d kissed him often, dozens of times a day, but it always felt just as electric as the first time he’d kissed you.

And that was how your New Year’s kiss felt, giddy and eager and had your heart swelling in a way that made you think it would explode. He pulled away first, smiling down at you for another moment. “Eighty-six, baby!” he whooped, so loud that it pulled a startled laugh from you.

“Eddie!” you squeaked, your fingers pressing over your mouth. “You gotta be quiet.” You were never serious when you asked him to hush, he always knew that.

“Eighty-six is gonna be our year,” he said again, albeit much softer as he stooped down to pull you into another kiss.

It was March when you learned that Eddie thought he was a coward.

A fist pounding on your front door pulled you from the clutches of sleep. You had a long day and had passed out early, the bright red numbers on your alarm clock informing you that it was only a few minutes after ten.

It was hard to get out of bed, your mind still swirling with the confusion of waking up abruptly as you sat up and rubbed your eyes with your palms. The knocking didn’t stop, if anything it had increased in tempo. Another moment later your feet were shoved into slippers and you were blinking sleep out of your eyes as you made your way across the tiny apartment.

Your movements were slow and languid until you looked through the peephole: you’d never seen Eddie look so terrified in his life. His eyes were wide, every speck of color drained from his face and his expression gaunt.

It only took you a second to wrench open your door after panic made you fumble with the lock, Eddie’s arms immediately wrapping around you as he nearly knocked you onto the floor.

“Eddie, what’s going on?” you asked, your voice raspy from sleep as you managed to catch yourself. The majority of his weight was leaning on you, his face tucked into your neck as he pulled in labored breaths. You ran your fingers up and down his sides, your arms trapped against your body as he clung to you.

It was Hellfire night, the end of his big campaign. He’d been talking about it for weeks, ranting and raving about Vecna and how hard it would be for the Hellfire boys to beat him. You couldn’t think of anything that would make him react like this.

“Chr-Chrissy Cunningham,” he finally muttered against your neck, pitching you even further into the deep end of the pool. Your brows drew together as you nodded in an attempt to get him to talk more. He’d told you about the weird request she had for something stronger than weed, how he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to sell to her. The two of you had met up after he got out of school, sitting in the back of his van as you shared a bag of chips before you had to work. You’d just shrugged, telling him to go with his gut.

“Did something happen, Ed?” you asked, your voice soft. Worry took root in the pit of your stomach as you whirred through scenarios. It could’ve been anything, really. She could’ve taken too much, or could’ve had an accident or ratted him out. Or said something to him, she was a cheerleader after all and Eddie was sensitive beneath his carefully constructed exoskeleton.

The thought that something else could have happened spiked through you, the recesses of your mind reminding you that Chrissy Cunningham had always been a cute, sweet girl whenever she checked out books at the library. She had stunning eyes, and always asked you about yourself. That could be something Eddie wanted, a girl much sweeter than you. You pushed the thought away.

You swallowed thickly, reminding yourself of the situation at hand. He still held you close, your front door wide open and revealing the clear night outside. “Eddie, you gotta talk to me,” you whispered again, squirming in his tight grip.

He shook his head, a pathetic whimper pulling from his throat in a way that broke your heart. There was desperation in the way he pulled you closer, crushing you into his chest. You didn’t protest, letting him work through his thoughts. A breeze floated through your door, carrying in the chilly March air and making you shiver in your flimsy pajamas.

“She’s dead,” he said, and the floodgate opened as your heart stopped. “I don’t know what happened. I was in my room getting the ketamine and I came out and she was, like, in this trance. And I know it sounds crazy and you won’t believe me but she literally lifted off the ground and her eyes rolled back and–oh fuck–her bones started breaking like it was a horror movie and she fell on the ground and her eyes were sucked out of her head. Idon’tknowwhathappened.”

He didn’t breathe once as he rambled. All the air sucked out of the room as you processed what he was saying. Dead. The kind, sweet cheerleader was dead. Poor girl, cut down her senior year just before life opened up to a whole world outside of Hawkins. She was the town sweetheart, known by all and loved almost as much.

And the last person that saw her was Eddie.

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. “We need to go,” you finally said, snapping back to yourself. Normally Eddie was the one who took charge, he figured out the plans or solved the problems caused by your neuroticism. But in his time of need you found yourself naturally taking up the mantle.

“What?” he whispered, seemingly caught off guard as he pulled back and looked you in the eyes. His huge hands were on your shoulders, you could feel him trembling. “What do you mean?”

You gently placed a hand on his face, watching how Eddie flinched before he leaned into your touch. It made you want to bring him to your room and bundle him up in your quilt to protect him from the world. “Did this happen in the trailer?” you asked, your thumb stroking on his cheekbone.

He nodded, not quite grasping what you were saying. “Then we need to go, whoever finds that body is gonna think you did it.” His eyes widened in a way that told you he hadn’t considered that. “We need to get out of here.” There was urgency in your tone as you slipped from his hold, moving in a blur.

You were dressed with a backpack in hand in minutes, working Eddie’s keys from his pocket as you grabbed his wrist and pulled him after you. He was in shock, clumsy and slow as he followed you. There was the soft whisper of him talking to himself under his breath as you charged down the stairs to your second-story apartment. There was no argument as you got into the driver’s seat of the van, peeling out of the spot as soon as Eddie buckled into the passenger side.

“Reefer Rick’s out of town,” Eddie mumbled after a few minutes of driving, looking out the windshield in the dark. You didn’t know he could seem so empty, like someone had cracked him open and spilled all of his joy out. It made you feel helpless. You nodded, driving toward Lover’s Lake like you had stolen the van, cutting corners and running lights the further you got from town.

The description of Chrissy’s body was stuck with you, her limbs akimbo as she cooled on the carpeted floor of the trailer. You thought about what Eddie said, your brow furrowing as you tried to piece it all together to make a picture that felt like reality. It made no sense, sounding like something out of a Stephen King novel. But you believed that he didn’t do it.

There was no way your Eddie could do something like that. He cried when he accidentally ran over a squirrel that crossed the street at the wrong time, he wasn’t a killer.

The two of you left the van parked a ways into the woods, hiking the rest of the distance to Reefer Rick’s in silence. Eddie startled every time a stick cracked under your feet, nearly jumping out of his skin as you reached out and slotted your fingers between his. You could tell his nerves were frayed as he barely held it together, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you gently guided him forward.

The house was locked, leading the two of you to the boathouse for shelter. Eddie tested to see if the door was unlocked as you looked anxiously over your shoulders as though the police had followed you there. There was no way they could have, the only people who knew Chrissy was dead were you and Eddie… you kept repeating it in your head. Wayne would find her in the morning when he got home from work, you would have until then to figure something out.

The door swung open and Eddie stepped out of the way to let you in. The boathouse was full of crap, boxes and small boats strewn about, tarps thrown over various items and disguising their shapes.

“We’ll figure out what to do next,” you breathed with a sigh as Eddie shut the door. You realized that you were trying to soothe yourself more than him as you pulled on the chain for an overhead bulb, setting your backpack down as you looked around.

“I didn’t do it.” Eddie’s voice was quiet, he nervously stood in front of you. His rings flashed as he wrung his hands together, brown eyes wide as he settled his gaze on a boat. You traced the silhouette of his throat and Adam’s apple, his pale skin standing out against his dark hair as you looked at his profile.

You walked over to him, pulling him into a soft embrace. “I know you didn’t, Ed,” you whispered, guiding his head into the curve of your neck. “Never thought you did, I promise.”

The sob he let out was devastating, he took big lumbering steps that moved the two of you to one of the boats that had been discarded. He guided you back onto it, crushed beneath his weight as he started to cry into your neck. The tears were hot against your skin, rolling over your throat and soaking into the collar of your sweatshirt as you held him.

You shushed him softly, running your fingers through his curly hair as you tried to soothe Eddie. “I-I didn’t do it, I swear,” he pleaded against your neck, his voice loud enough to make you nervous as you looked out the windows dotting the living room walls.

“I know, I know,” you murmured, pressing your lips to the side of his head. “You gotta keep it down, we don’t want anyone to know we’re here.”

He huffed, nodding against you as he pulled you even closer. “I just ran away like a coward,” he sighed, voice cracking as he started to hiccup. “How… how could I do that? Just leave her there? I should’ve done something, should’ve called the cops.”

You shook your head in disagreement. “Ed, anyone would’ve been scared. It’s not like something normal happened.” You didn’t know what else to say, there was nothing you could tell him that would make it better. No matter what, there was still a dead girl on the floor of his trailer. “There wasn’t anything you could do.”

There wasn’t a moment of silence until Eddie fell asleep, you whispered platitudes to him in the dim light. The rough wood of the dinghy dug into your back, but you didn’t dare move a muscle as you felt Eddie start to relax and fall asleep in your arms.

It was only a few days later when your whole world fell apart.

Buying more time.

Your heart pounded in your ears as you burst from the Upside Down version of the Munson trailer, a sickening crunch and Dustin’s scream echoing behind you. The sound of the poor kid getting hurt almost made you stop and turn around. Almost.

But you couldn’t, you could only keep going as you thought about your sweet idiot of a boyfriend. How dare he risk himself like that? Didn’t he know that you couldn’t make it, that you couldn’t live without him? If he did, he didn’t seem to take it into account when he cut the rope connecting the Upside Down and Hawkins, running off into battle.

You screamed as the column of bats took Eddie to the ground by his neck. They were pulling at his limbs, scratching and biting him. What did he think that fucking trashcan lid and broom spear would do? Your legs were moving now, sprinting faster than you ever even knew you could. The ground was rocky and uneven, but you somehow kept planting one foot in front of the other. Some distant part of your brain heard Dustin behind you, his shouts matching your own.

Eddie was screaming so loud.

It was the ugliest noise you had ever heard in your life, each one cutting through your heart.

Then the bats fell, the sudden swarm dropping out of the sky like pathetic rubber toys as you reached where Eddie was sprawled on the ground. You stepped on their carcasses in an effort to get to him faster, almost slipping as their thin bones crunched beneath your feet. Blood covered his face and neck, soaking into the white fabric on his Hellfire shirt as you fell to your knees next to him.

“Eddie!” Your voice was too loud, too tight in your throat. Tears were already leaking from your eyes as you knelt over him, your hands vibrating in the air as you hesitated to touch him. It was like everything was frozen as you took in the sheer amount of crimson. There was so much blood, it pooled in every nook and cranny of his body as he slowly looked up at you.

Dustin was soon to follow, limping as he fell on Eddie’s other side. Eddie’s brown eyes rolled in his skull a little as he looked at Dustin, the teen’s face crumpled in anguish. “Bad, huh?” Eddie asked, films of blood bubbling at his pink lips as he spoke.

Yeah. The worst.

Dustin vehemently denied it, speaking where you couldn’t. There were promises of a hospital thrown out there along with the idea that Eddie would get better. He helped you hoist Eddie up, your arms cradling his torso as you pulled him into your lap. You knew it was over when Eddie cried out for a second, but you nodded, your free hand falling to his cheek as you looked down at him.

God, why did he have to be so selfless?

It only took Eddie a moment to smile as he looked up at you. But you could see the tears forming at the corners of his eyes, the way they slid down his temples and into the frizzy mess of his hair. “I didn’t run away this time, right?” his voice was tight and strangled, the sound of it so foreign coming out of Eddie’s mouth. Rowdy, boisterous Eddie, reduced to raspy whispers.

“No, you didn’t,” you managed to gasp, your voice wobbly as you found your breath. It came in harsh inhales, like you were about to drown. “You didn’t run.”

“You gotta do everything we said we would,” Eddie said, watching as you started to cry. It was still stoic enough, a few tears running down your cheeks. “You gotta go to college and live in Indianapolis and become a writer.”

It was impossible to even imagine your dreams, Eddie was there in every single one. You shook your head, your throat closing as you pressed your lips together in a stubborn line. “I can’t,” you sounded so pathetic, “I can’t without you, Ed.”

Thunder cracked over your head, red lightning illuminating the roiling, stormy sky. It sounded like Eddie was choking with each breath, blood bubbling in his throat. Dustin reached out to you, his hand clasping your shoulder as your heads bowed together, temples knocking as you both tried to keep your misery at bay. At least for now.

“You’re gonna, you’re gonna do it all for me,” Eddie argued, his breaths shortening. “You never needed me for any of it, anyways. You were always too smart for me.”

You whined, hardly even able to breathe. “Shut up,” you mumbled, your trembling fingers tightening on Eddie’s jacket in some desperate attempt to keep him with you for longer. “I need you, I need you with me. I don’t know…” You couldn’t even finish what you were saying.

“Dustin, you promise me you’re gonna take care of everyone, the little sheepies.” There was an unspoken promise that Dustin would be taking care of you as well. He denied Eddie the same way you did, mumbling that he wouldn’t have to because Eddie would be there to do it himself. But, Eddie was just as smart as he was stubborn, forcing a promise out of the teenager.

“I love you,” Eddie said, his gaze shifting back to yours. He was starting to look hazy, his brown eyes having trouble focusing on your face. His vibrancy was slipping away.

“I love you so much, baby,” you whispered, molars digging into your cheek as you tried to keep the tears stinging at your eyes from falling. The iron taste of your blood filled your mouth. “I love you more than anything in the world.” Your bottom lip wouldn’t stop trembling, your entire life falling out from under you as your blood-streaked fingers smoothed the hair curling out from under Eddie’s bandana.

Eddie’s breath turned into choking, Dustin saying his name over and over again. You watched his eyes slip from yours, the furrow in his brow smoothing out. The awful choking sound continued, his throat struggling for hair as his head turned to match the slope of your thigh. “Eddie…” you sobbed as you let the knot in your throat release, watching the last glimmer of light disappear from him, the sound of his labored breath fading to nothing.

You’d never heard a silence so deafening.

He was so quiet, so still. Eddie had never done anything quietly in his life. Everything about him was vibrant and genuine, he spent every moment pouring himself out into the world for greedy people like you to gobble up. There was never a moment Eddie wasn’t trying to make someone laugh, bending over backwards for just a smile. He spent hours dreaming up songs for his band, writing down stories he would then perform for his friends over the Dungeons and Dragons table. Hell, he even talked in his sleep.

It had always been you who told him to quiet down, but you never meant it. A world without Eddie was a world devoid of color, of life.

Now that you knew his silence, you regretted every second you’d ever asked him to be quiet.

Dustin was crying, the noise bringing you back into the present. You didn’t realize that you had been speaking, begging Eddie to come back to you, to say something. It felt like you were falling, tumbling end over end as your whole life was ripped from your fingers.

Did you ever stop falling? Was there ever Wonderland at the end of the tunnel, or did it just go on forever?

You clutched Eddie’s still-warm body as close as you could, rocking back and forth as you screamed your throat raw. You didn’t know that anything could hurt so much, almost convinced that the gaping hole in your chest was real. Dustin was right there with you, an arm across your back as he sobbed into your shoulder.

You wished it was you instead, that Eddie was cradling your dead body on his lap. He would be able to recover, to move on. In your fantasy you could see him becoming a huge rockstar that wrote sad ballads about his past lover. Time would heal his wounds.

But for you? Time felt like it had stopped, the entire world paused to mourn the death of one of its best and brightest alongside you. There wasn’t even thunder overhead, just the sound of you and Dustin.

There was no way to tell how long had passed when Steve pulled you off of Eddie, shouting that you needed to go. Nancy and Robin had already yanked Dustin to his feet, Eddie’s guitar pick necklace dangling from his fist as the teen struggled against them.

“Just… just let me…” you mumbled, flinching away from Steve’s arms as you plucked Eddie’s gaudy costume rings from his cooling fingers and hastily shoved them in the pockets of your jeans. You lifted him just enough to slip his vest from his shoulders, easing his limp arms through the holes where the sleeves had once been as gently as you could. It was bloody, there were rips in the fabric.

You could see where he’d stitched your name beneath the flap in the collar, the embroidery haphazard and clumsy and so genuine that it hurt. Another scream ripped from you, your arms curling around Eddie’s shoulders on instinct as you pulled his limp form back to you.

Maybe if you held him long enough he would come back, laughing about how it was a misunderstanding of some elaborate prank he’d decided to pull. He would promise you that he was okay, making you taste the costume blood just to assure you that it was fake. Then he would grab your face between his hands and kiss your forehead and nose and lips, and you’d make him swear to never do something like that ever again because it felt like a part of you had died with him.

But he didn’t do any of those things.

It took Steve forcing you off of him, arms locked around your waist and hauling you up from the ground. You thrashed and screamed and kicked, fighting him every step of the way as he dragged you back to the trailer. He was talking to you, but you couldn’t understand a word he said over your cries.

Even as Steve forced you back through the gate to Hawkins, you could only think about how you’d never seen Eddie so quiet.

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