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idk is he?? part 2? 👀

what did i do? eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: Eddie doesn't know what he's done to make you upset, but he's on a mission to find out and gain back your favor.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Angst?? Some emotional scenes towards the end, but all the usual fluff!!

Requested here! Unedited, will go back at some point to do so but I really need to go to sleep right now. Update: now edited! let me know if i missed any errors :)

Eddie didn’t know what he had done wrong. You were being so distant, barely talking to him, barely talking to anyone, in fact. It seemed as though you were avoiding him in particular, though. Whenever he was about to approach you at your locker, you closed its door and rushed off to your next class. You never sat with him at lunch anymore. Poor Eddie had no idea what was going on, he just wanted to know what he had done and if you were okay.

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After school one day, he came home to find Wayne already home from work, just what he was hoping for.

“Hey, uh… Wayne?” he asked his uncle tentatively.

“Hm?” Wayne responded with a grunt.

“I uh… I need to ask you for some advice." Wayne looked up, surprised. Eddie wasn’t exactly one to ask for help.

“Sure thing, son. Whatcha need?”

“Uh… I think y/n is mad at me, and I want to do something for her to make up for it, but the problem is I have no idea what I did, so that creates a whole other issue, and-” Eddie stopped himself, realizing he was rambling. “Yeah.”

“Well, you could always bring her some flowers.”

“Flowers?”

“Yeah, flowers. You know, those pretty things that grow from the ground in all those different colors-”

“Yeah, Wayne, I know what a flower is, it's just… what kind?” Wayne contemplated this for a moment before answering, Eddie eagerly raising his eyebrows.

“Red roses,” he said after a moment. “A classic.”

“Alright, thanks Wayne,” Eddie said, wanting to get out of the embarrassing situation as fast as possible.

“Be careful, son, it looks like rain!” Wayne called out before Eddie slammed the door in his haste.

Eddie drove his van to the flower shop, where a stout little woman seemed absolutely flabbergasted that someone like… well, like him would be entering her flower shop.

“Hello, how may I help you today?” she asked, stepping out from behind the counter.

“Hi…” he looked at her name tag. “Suzanne. I uh- I’d like a dozen… shit, how many is a dozen?”

“Twelve?” Suzanne prompted.

“Right. Sorry. The brain isn’t working today. Uh- twelve of your finest red roses, please.” The woman gave a small hum of recognition, turning to the flowers behind her with a smile.

“So… who’s the lucky girl?” she asked.

“Oh, uh…” Eddie wasn’t accustomed to small town small talk with strangers. Well, hell, he thought, what’re the chances I’ll ever see her again? “They’re actually for my girlfriend. She’s the most amazing person I’ve ever met in like, my whole life. She’s perfect, she’s my everything. I don’t think I could live without her, if I’m being completely honest. I think I would go insane. The problem is, she’s really mad at me and I don’t know why, so I’m going to go apologize to her for whatever I did.”

“Well,” Suzanne said, bringing the roses back from wherever she got them from and putting them on the counter. “The best place to start would be to say all those wonderful things you said about her to her. Here, dear, why don’t you write them down so you don’t forget?” She paused on wrapping the bouquet delicately with tissue paper and a satin ribbon and handed Eddie a piece of paper and a pen.

“Not likely…” Eddie mumbled, and chuckled. He would never forget how much he loved you. Suzanne helped him refine the points of what he wanted to say and fixed some of his grammar mistakes, but it was all fully and wholly Eddie. It was his words. He read it over one last time, admiring his handiwork. Quite the poet, he thought to himself. Suzanne ended up letting him have the flowers for free, and Eddie couldn’t thank her enough.

“You’ll have to come back and tell me how it goes, dear!” Normally, Eddie wouldn’t have dreamed of doing such a thing, but he liked Suzanne, and was grateful for her help. He resolved to come back and tell her about it. “And be careful, it looks like rain!”

And rain it did. But it didn’t just rain, it stormed. Fat raindrops peppered the windshield of Eddie’s van as he maneuvered around streets, trying to find the familiar street sign that marked the block you lived on. He was terrified, but with the flowers on the passenger seat next to him, buckled in, he told himself it would all work out.

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You were working on your homework and some extra credit work you had picked up during the week when the doorbell rang. Your dog, Teddy, started barking furiously, and you had to shush him a number of times before he actually kept quiet. Your parents were out of town, so you were the only one available to answer the ring. Trodding downstairs, you wondered, who would be visiting at this hour? And in this weather?

You opened the door to find… Eddie. He was standing on your doorstep, in the rain, a bouquet of red roses in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. His clothes and entire body were soaked through with rain, his hair a wet mop. Once he saw you he cleared his throat and began to read, glancing down at the paper every few words.

“Y/n,” he paused, looking up at you with those beautiful brown eyes you loved so much. Sometimes you just wanted to jump into them, see what he saw. “Y/n,” he said again, as if to remind himself it was you, and you were right there in front of him. “These…” he handed you the roses, leaving you with a confused look on your face. “... are for you. I don’t know what I did wrong or if you’ll be able to forgive me for whatever I did, but I just wanted to let you know that I love you more than anything else in this whole world. You’re my everything, and I don’t know what I’d do without you. Shit, y/n, what did I do?”

“Eds,” you said, setting the flowers down on the bench beside the door to cup his face in your hands. “You didn’t do anything, baby. I’ve been applying to colleges and writing my essays, I promise I haven’t been neglecting you on purpose. I’m sorry if I’ve been distant or uncommunicative, but it’s completely my fault, and certainly not because of anything you did. No need to get your panties in a twist.” You chuckled.

“Shit, y/n.” Eddie dropped the paper in his hands and collapsed into a crouch on the ground, covering his face with his hands. You sat beside him, leaning your back on the doorframe. You reached out, stroking his arm, and before you knew it he was hugging you tightly, as if afraid you might evaporate at any moment. As if you might become a lone raindrop lost in the ocean, never able to find you again.

“Hey, hey…” you said, stroking his back, his hair, his face. Lightly scratching his scalp the way you knew he liked it. You were shocked at the speech he had given, thinking back on it. It was so out of character for him to express such emotion. “Did you…” you paused. “Did you really mean everything you said?”

“Every word,” Eddie replied. Now you were crying.

“I didn’t think anyone could ever love me like that,” you said through racked sobs.

“Oh, sweetheart, now you’ve got me crying again.”

You hugged each other tightly, tears falling down your cheeks every now and again, stroking each other’s hair, contemplating the love you felt for each other. Eddie was the first to break away.

“Let’s get those flowers in some water, yeah? Don’t want them to die because we couldn’t keep our shit together.”

i hope you guys enjoyed!! thank you to my bestie izzy for requesting, i had a lot of fun writing this one.

as always, asks are open! currently writing for eddie but if you have another specific request i might consider, so shoot your shot. :)

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Joseph Quinn as Eddie Munson in STRANGER THINGS 4 | volume 1

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i changed all the steves to eddies in my mind and if steve isnt your man i encourage you to do the same <3

Family Video blues

Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader

Summary: With family videos broken AC, Steve has to take care of his poor heat exhausted girlfriend.

Warnings: food and mentions of eating, not drinking enough water, horrible summer heat, cursing, fem! reader, tooth rotting fluff, kind of sick! Reader maybe? Tell me if there’s more!

A/N: would you believe me if I told you this was supposed to be a completely different fic, but I got too caught up in Steve taking care of her? So here’s this love letter to my beloved Steve Harrington.

1.2k words, kinda short.

Cold AC is the only thing forgiving about working at Family Video during the summer. She could be out shopping with Max, or swimming with Robin, but no, she’s stuck in Family Videos horror section putting away returns.

Cold AC is the only thing forgiving about working at family video during the summer, but the AC broke three days ago.

Sweat trickles down her neck as she looks for the correct spot to put Gremlins, eyes scanning over the rows and rows of G horror movies. Keith insisted that they keep the movies in alphabetical order.

“Goddammit,” It comes out as a murmur, not wanting to disturb Robin and Steve, not wanting to pass her bad mood to her innocent coworkers, but ultimately she gives up, stuffing it between Godzilla: King of The Monster and Godzilla Raids Again.

It’s so hot in this goddamn store, she’s afraid the tapes will melt. Can they do that?

The heat seeps into her head making her brain foggy, so she grabs a new tape and sinks to her knees for a little reprieve.

When was the last time she drank water?

Alien. The new tape she grabbed is Alien, and she’s on the ground kneeling next to the fucking Z section. Her forehead makes slow contact with the metal holding the movies, it’s warm, and the VHS cover of Alien sitting in her lap mocks her. Bold, white, A, reminding her that she needs to stand up.

Someone cruelly flicks cold water onto her neck. She tenses up rigidly before turning her head.

“You hot, baby?” Steve stands over her, stainless steel water bottle popped open guiltily. “You feelin okay?”

The ice sloshes as he crouches next to her, gently ripping Alien from her grip, and looking at the big fat Z painted over the section she’s sitting in.

His big warm hand comes up to her forehead. “Have you drank enough water today? It’s really hot in here.”

“No.”

“No?” He hands his water bottle to her, mumbling “Drink a little more.” when she pulls it from her lips, and smiling when she listens.

“Let’s take lunch break.”

“What about Rob?”

Steve looks around the empty store warily. “I think Rob’ll manage.”

“You think?”

“Definitely.” The kiss he presses to her forehead is warm, but not unwelcome. She leans into his touch, frowning when he pulls back to help her up.

The employees only room is significantly cooler than the rest of the store. A box fan, that Steve bought, rests in the corner. Goosebumps rise to the skin of her arms immediately, and Steve smiles at the way she shivers.

“What’d you bring for lunch, babe?” He pulls a strand of sweat sticky hair from her forehead.

She shy’s away from his hand, “Forgot.”

“My girl forgot her lunch?” He tsks, pulling out the brown sack of lunch he brought today. “Are you hungry?”

“A little.” She could cry at the way Steve is treating her right now, with such love and affection.

“Enough for a sandwich? Or just my chips?”

“I don’t wanna eat your lunch, Stevie.”

“Please.”

“What will you eat?”

Steve knows she won’t eat his food, not unless he eats with her, and he doesn’t want to be the reason guilt gnaws at her stomach. “You get half the sandwich and I’ll get the other half, okay?”

She looks hesitant.

“And I’ll share the chips. God forbid you eat the whole bag without me.”

She doesn’t smile very much, and he wasn’t expecting her to, but the twitch in the corner of her lips is a success in his books.

“Come sit on my lap.” She shakes her head no. “At least sit next to me.”

She moves to pull her chair out, but he moves quicker and pulls it closer to him. Steve recounts an old story as they eat together. Her soft responds in all the right places gets him every time.

“-And he was in the kitchen mixing a drink!”

“But he told you he was out of town? That’s so rude.”

“Exactly!”

When they’re almost finished, he fishes the rest of the zips out of the bag and dumps them on her zip lock bag, accepting it when she lifts one up to his mouth. He lifts one up to her mouth and she turns her head.

“Um, no? You can’t feed me but deny me feeding you? Eat the chip.“

She giggles at the offense dripping from his voice, turning her head farther away. He grabs her cheeks in his left hand, managing to get her to look at him, while his right hand holds the chip.

“Eat the chip.”

Her shoulders are shaking with silent giggles as he looks at her very mock sternly.

“Eat it.” He bites back a laugh.

She accepts the chip into her mouth, letting her giggles get louder when he drops his hand from her face. A fond smile works it’s way onto his lips as he watches her laugh.

“There’s my smiley girl, where’s she been?”

“Waiting in the AC.”

“Oh, makes sense. Will she come out with me to finish putting the horror returns away?”

“I’m putting the horror returns away, you’re doing romance.”

“What? I can’t help you and then do my own?”

“Keith will get mad.”

“Keith’s always mad about something.”

She huffs out indignantly, looking away. Steve can’t stand the couple seconds that her eyes aren’t on him. He taps her cheek twice.

“Let me come help, please? If not for your sake, for Keith’s sake. I’m sure he doesn’t want to see Alien in the Z section.”

He can’t help but laugh when he watches her jaw drop. “You’re using that against me? I was hot. I was dying from..”

“Heatstroke?”

“Heatstroke!”

“Heat exhaustion?”

“Maybe!”

He giggles boyishly. It drips with a sticky fondness that has her facade crumbling.

“C’mere.” He reaches his arms out wide for her, and this time she doesn’t deny him of her sitting on his lap. Arms wrapped around each other languidly, their shirts cling to each other’s sweaty skin. “Gimme a kiss.”

She doesn’t deny him of that either.

“You gotta tell me when you’re not feeling so hot.” He rests his forehead to her temple.

“I was feeling really hot.”

His nose nudges hers, “You know what I mean.”

She nods, closing her eyes and accepting the kiss he presses to the corner of her mouth.

“Jus’ wanna take care of you.”

She wraps her arms a little tighter around his neck, nuzzling her nose into the side of his neck. She wishes she could kiss it. She does.

He preens delightedly, so she does it again.

“Love you.”

“Love you more.”

He presses her lips into her hair, silently shaking his head no.

“Oh my god, are you for real?” They look up to see Robin standing in the doorway, lunch box in hand. “How could you cuddle in these temperatures? Fucking disgusting I tell you.”

She sits across from them, shoving their lunch garbage out of the way to stick her own down.

“Oh yeah, just move our shit Robs.”

“Okay.” She pushes the chip bag away from her.

The look he gives Y/N is coated in bafflement, but he can’t keep it on his face when he sees her shoulders shaking in silent giggles again. He leans down to press a sticky kiss to her lips.

“I’m eating here.”

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so sweet and exactly what so many people need to hear rn. underrated <3

I'm a little sad that Eddie has a crush on Chrissy, it means he would not like someone like me that's her opposite, I'm not pretty like her or have her personality :(

eddie is fictional, babes! the beauty about that is that we can think anything we want about him because he isn’t real! yeah, eddie may canonically like sweet, girly-girls like chrissy (who can blame him though?she’s pretty adorable), but i also like to think that everyone is eddie’s type; he likes chubby people, and thin people, and short people, and tall people, and people who dress like him and people who dress the total opposite of him, shy people, outgoing people, introverted people, extroverted people, people with scars and acne and whatever else you may dislike about yourself. i think eddie is the type of person who sees beauty and love and kindness in people who don’t or can’t see it in themselves. so with all that being said; u are eddie’s type bc everyone is eddie’s type. i don’t think he’s very picky

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FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT

Nothing will ever be funnier to me than the Duffer Brothers creating Eddie Munson and bringing him into the show just to kill him off because they're too scared to kill off any of their main characters then it totally blowing up in their faces because everyone fell in love with him and he became the most talked about thing in season 4.

They tried to play it safe like they do every season, by bringing in a new character and killing them off at the end of the season so they could have an emotional death, but avoid killing off any of the main characters whose deaths would actually impact the story and it finally backfired on them.

I have to laugh. It’s ridiculous. They’re ridiculous. Yes, I’m still crushed over Eddie’s death, it broke my heart, but this backlash they're getting is hilarious because their same old tricks finally caught up to them and they're never going to hear the end of it.

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5 Times You Wanted to Kiss Eddie Munson and the Time You Did - eddie munson x gn!reader

Summary: You've been assigned to take candids for the yearbook staff, but end up taking a suspicious amount of photos of Eddie Munson, your long-time crush. Will he discover your feelings?

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Food, Swearing, Fluffy fluffy!!

A/N: This idea comes from the lovely @eddieonfilm, and the pictures are also theirs! I usually only write for fem! reader, this is my first gn! reader so please let me know if there's any bits I missed :)

“So you’re good with everything?” Nancy asked. “Any questions?”

“Nope, thanks Nance,” you said, taking the camera from her hands.

“Remember, be careful with that. You break it, you buy it. That’s school property.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, Nance, I heard you the first 20 times you said it.”

“Okay then, off you go. Better start now than later and get behind!”

You had volunteered to be on the yearbook staff that year, assigned to take fifty candids to be inserted throughout. Nancy was head of the staff, of course, being who she was, but she was also your best friend. That meant she could bend the rules a little bit and give you the assignment you wanted, taking candids. You didn’t like posed pictures, as they didn’t capture people’s beauty properly. Internal beauty, at least. A posed picture of someone smiling makes you think, Wow, what a beautiful smile they have. A picture taken of someone who’s laughing at a joke, unaware that the picture is being taken makes you think, Wow, they look so happy. Their happiness makes them even more beautiful.

Thankfully, no one really ever wanted to take the candids assignment, as it meant carrying the school’s camera around with you all day, which took some freedom. You, however, felt a special bond to cameras. You had several at home, a self-taught photographer. Your photos would certainly be the most interesting in the yearbook, you’d make sure of it. It seemed Nancy’s academic drive had been wearing off on you.

You also had a huge crush on Eddie Munson, the leader of the Hellfire Club, the school’s D&D club. He was also the town freak, but you didn’t care. He was interesting. He looked interesting, from the get-go. But it wasn’t until you began to get to know him that you discovered just how interesting he was on the inside. You had become good friends after you’d joined the Hellfire Club and he’d started teaching you D&D. But sometimes, you just really wanted to kiss him.

The First Time-

You’d been hanging out at Eddie’s trailer for one of Eddie’s D&D lessons, when he said “Shit- uh.. hang on, I’ll be right back, I need to find the D20.”

You’d waited patiently for him to return, but it had taken much longer than you’d expected. You sat, looking at the scattered notes and game pieces littered in front of you, smelling the lavender air freshener he’d sprayed when you came in in an attempt to hide the stink of two men living together, listening to him rustle for the die in his room.

Finally, he emerged, triumphantly holding the die in his hand. “Got it!” he said, smile on his face. You quickly held your camera up to your face and snapped a picture. “Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-” Eddie said, holding his hand out in front of his face to cover the camera lens. “No paparazzi, please!” You lowered the camera, giggling at his joke.

“What was that for?” He asked more seriously now.

“You know I’m supposed to be taking candids,” you replied, blushing.

“Yeah, sure, but why that moment?”

“I dunno…” you said honestly, “...sometimes I just feel this pull, like a magnet, to the camera. Whenever that happens I let my instinct take control and snap a picture. That’s what I felt just then.”

“Oh…So what got you into photography?” Eddie asked, genuine interest on his face. That was the first time you wanted to kiss Eddie Munson.

The Second Time-

Eddie had been taking you to a spot in the woods he’d wanted to show you during lunch, when a picnic table began to take form in front of you. “Told you there’s a place we can eat in here,” Eddie said, turning his smiling face around to look at you, and winking.

“Alright, alright, I admit it, you were right,” you said, trying to hide your blush.

He crouched down and picked up a rock, only to put it back down, but stayed crouched on the ground, looking up at the sky. “I mean, look how beautiful it is in here,” he said, genuinely looking like he was in awe. You grabbed your camera and snapped a picture.

“Magnet?” he asked.

“Yep.”

Sitting down at the picnic table, you’d sat down and realized, “Oh, shit.”

“What?” Eddie asked, sitting too and taking a bite of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“I left my lunch at home,” you said, not believing you could’ve made such a mistake. Without hesitation, Eddie tore his sandwich in half, dug around in his metal lunchbox and pulled out a bag of cheetos, and gave you the two.

“Take it,” he said sincerely.

“No, Eddie, that’s your lunch, I couldn’t-”

“Sweetheart, it’s alright. You need to eat, take it,” he said, now smiling. That had been the second time you wanted to kiss Eddie Munson.

The Third Time-

You’d been at Hellfire for your first game. Eddie was DMing, as per usual, and Gareth, Jeff, Mike, Dustin, and Lucas surrounded you at the table. Eddie had put a particularly difficult obstacle to defeat in the way of you and your fellow players, and he was laughing as you bickered, trying to figure out the best way to proceed. You took your camera and snapped a picture.

“Jesus, Y/N, what was that for?” Dustin asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Did you just take a picture of Eddie?” Mike asked.

“It’s this like… magnet thing. Don’t worry about it,” Eddie explained, turning to look at you with an I get it face.

That was the third time you wanted to kiss Eddie Munson.

The Fourth Time-

You were sitting at the lunch table with Eddie and Gareth and Jeff, and Eddie was reading from the Newsweek magazine in a narrative voice. “Dungeons and Dragons… At first regarded as a harmless game of make-believe now has both parents and psychologists concerned. Studies have linked violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice, sodamy, suicide, and even… murder.”

You discussed for a while, and when Mike and Dustin finally showed up, and Eddie was mid-rant. “...and if I don’t blow her final, I’m gonna walk that stage… look Principal Higgins dead in the eye… I’m gonna flip him the bird…”

You interrupted to snap a picture of Eddie holding up the middle finger, him not even flinching or giving you a questioning look.

“I’m gonna snatch that diploma and run like hell out of here!” he paused, leaving you all to giggle. “It’s my year, I can feel it. ‘86, baby!” he turned to look at you with a smile. That was the fourth time you’d wanted to kiss Eddie Munson.

The Fifth Time-

You’d been hanging out at Eddie’s trailer again, helping him with his homework and working on your own. Eddie was getting restless, even though he only had one thing left to do, his math homework.

“Can we just go out for milkshakes? Please?” he turned to look at you with a pout. You snapped a picture, earning yourself a wink from him. “I promise I’ll be a good boy and finish after we get back.”

You sighed. Even though you would never admit it, you needed a break, too, and milkshakes sounded good. “Fine, but this one’s on you- I got the last impromptu study snack.”

“Of course, sweetheart, a promise is a promise.”

You loaded into Eddie’s van, trying to sneak the English book you’d been working on analyzing in with you, but Eddie caught you, making you give the book to him and marching it back inside. You went to the ice cream place and Eddie ordered a chocolate milkshake, turning to you with a quizzical look, obviously asking what you wanted.

“Um… I’ll have a strawberry, please.”

You sat down at a table inside the restaurant, your milkshakes eventually being delivered to your table. You and Eddie were talking about random things: Hellfire, homework, your favorite bands, et cetera, until he asked you, “Can I try yours?” You nodded shyly and handed him your glass, him giving you his without you even having to ask.

That was the fifth time you wanted to kiss Eddie Munson.

The Sixth Time-

You and Eddie were at a stupid pep rally, where stupid Jason and his stupid basketball team (excluding Lucas, who despite his poor choices you still loved) were hyping up the crowd and giving dumb speeches. You were sitting with Eddie on the bleachers in the gym, when he bumped your arm with his hand and whispered, “Wanna get out of here?” You nodded, grateful he’d noticed how bored you were. He took your arm and led you out of the gym, taking you outside where you roamed the empty hallways.

“So,” he said, and you snapped a picture. He chuckled. “That’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about. You’re always taking pictures of me, and I-” he blew out a large breath. “I never see you taking pictures of anything else. So I guess I’m trying to ask, uh,” he chuckled again, this time more nervously. “Why do you take so many pictures of me?” You both blushed this time.

“You’re pretty,” you mumbled, only loud enough for you to hear. Eddie took a couple steps closer to you.

“I couldn’t hear you,” he said, confusion plastered on his face.

“You’re pretty!” you blurted out, and immediately clapped your hand over your mouth. Eddie blushed, and before you even had the chance to register it, your brain said Fuck it, and your mouths collided. Eddie didn’t pull away, but instead deepened the kiss, your mouths moving to some unheard rhythm. He pulled away, gasping for air as he cupped your cheeks with his hands.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” you said, your foreheads touching each other’s.

“How long you’ve been wanting to do that? What about how long I’ve been wanting to do that? I was just too cowardly to…” his voice trailed off, and he pecked you on the lips again. “I-I love you, y/n,” he said, blushing profusely.

“I love you too, Eddie Munson.”

i hope you guys enjoyed! thank you again to @eddieonfilm for the pictures and the idea!!

as always, asks are open! currently writing for eddie but if you have another specific request i might consider, so shoot your shot. eddie taglist is also open! reply to my taglist post or send me an ask if you're interested in being added. :)

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i want him.

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Eddie Munson’s house (With some details!)

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The Most Metal Prom Ever - Part Three

Summary: A member of the Hellfire Club, you and Eddie have been good friends for a while. You suspect Eddie feels more, like you. Will he be able to work up the courage to ask you to prom? And will you be able to fight off your demons for long enough that he has a chance?

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Swearing, Discussion of Abusive Father, Blood (Nosebleed), Zombie (??).

A/N: I changed the ages of the characters so that the older group is in Senior year while the younger group are still freshmen. Switches between you and Eddie’s POV’s erratically! Unedited, will go back later to edit!

PART ONE - PART TWO

You awoke the next morning feeling exhausted: you’d barely gotten any sleep due to the nightmares that had kept you up all night. Visions of your father, your mother, violent scenes seen through cracks in doors, hiding in the closet with Cyndi Lauper blasting through your stereo, trying to block out the noise of their fighting. And then… his body. You shook the thought out of your head, and looked over at Nancy’s sleeping figure, and then the clock on the bedside table next to her. 6:57.

The alarm would go off any minute now. You creeped out of bed and into the bathroom, where you went to the bathroom and begun to silently brush your teeth, hearing the familiar beep-beep, beep-beep, beep-beep of Nancy’s alarm clock. You heard the sound of Nancy slamming her hand down onto the top of the clock and it falling silent, its plea to wake finally being heard. Nancy shuffled into the bathroom where she greeted you with a groggy “good morning,” as you spit out your toothpaste. You washed your face while she brushed her teeth, and dressed as soon as you were done.

You’d packed a black “The Clash” shirt and some jeans, as well as your Reebok sneakers. The same as Eddie’s, you thought. The same ones you had been wearing the day you met him, when he approached you in the cafeteria. That had been one of the best days of your life. The day when Eddie came into your life, nearly saving you from everything that happened at home.

After it happened, you made good friends with Nancy, and she empathized with you. You went through everything together. When Will was “lost in the woods,” when he was possessed by the Mind Flayer, and when Starcourt Mall caught on fire. But now… now something didn’t feel right. You tried to think who would make the least deal out of the feeling you had, and one person came to mind: Max. You resolved to talk to her about it later and see what she thought before you told Nancy or Steve or anyone else. They were the ones who would hover around you, expecting you to break at any given moment. You knew it was just because they cared about you, but you wanted to be able to deal with this as much on your own as you could.

Nancy emerged from the bathroom, and as she dressed you did your makeup. “That’s a little more than usual…” Nancy said with a smirk. “Trying to impress any certain someone?” You looked in the mirror, realizing you’d absentmindedly strayed away from your typical routine.

“Sure, Nance. Think what you want,” you replied with an airy chuckle, trying to keep things light. Nancy saw right through the facade you put on.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Worry lines creased her face, her thick eyebrows pulling together in concern. Damnit. You really hadn’t wanted to get into this right now.

“Nothing, I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nance,” you replied, one last ploy to shift her attention away from her suspicions.

“No, y/n/n. I can tell when something’s wrong. You’re my best friend, I know you too well.” Damnit. You sighed.

“I just… I need to talk to someone else about it first, before I tell you or Steve or anyone else.”

“Who?” Nancy asked, probably expecting you to say your mom or another adult.

“I-...” you sighed again. “Max.” Nancy looked incredibly hurt. You felt bad, but you really needed a fresh perspective, one only Max could give. Nancy knew more about the situation, sure, but Max had more experience with the issue, even if it hadn’t been for as long as I had. She had witnessed it, as I had. She had witnessed all of it.

For the remainder of the time you spent getting ready for the day, you didn’t say a word. You trod downstairs for breakfast, where Karen Wheeler greeted you, as energetic as ever. Holly was sitting at the table, already eating, alongside Ted Wheeler who sat reading the newspaper.

“Ready for some breakfast?”

“Sure, that’d be great, Mrs. Wheeler.” You both sat silently, chins on hands and staring off into space, lost in your own thoughts.

“Why so quiet, girls?”

“Oh, we’re just really tired. Stayed up late talking, y’know?” you answered.

“Well, I didn’t hear anything.”

“We were trying to be quiet so we didn’t wake anyone up,” Nancy contributed.

“Well that was very considerate of you two. Just make sure you get to bed a little earlier next time, alright?”

“Sure, Mom,” Nancy replied.

After you ate the blueberry pancakes Karen served, you hopped on your bike along with Nancy and Mike, and rode off to school.

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You sped through your classes that day, Science being the most boring, because you couldn’t wait until your next class: English. The first class that day that you had with Eddie. You kept looking at the clock, waiting for 10:22 when the bell would ring. The last minute seemed to tick by slower than all previous ones, but finally the bell rang. You rushed to your locker to grab your English notebook, and climbed upstairs to the English room. You were one of the first in the classroom, which meant you had to wait what felt like an eternal amount of time to see Eddie.

You used it to contemplate how you would apologize to Nancy. You thought that once she realized you wanted to talk to someone who had a similar experience as you, she would understand. You just wanted someone to be able to actually sympathize with your feelings and know what you were going through, not just try to imagine it.

Suddenly the bell rung, drawing you out of your thoughts. Ms. O’Donnel was entering the classroom finally, and begun class as she surveyed the classroom., noticing who was absent.

“Alright class, would you please take out your-” the door burst open, and the whole class turned to see who had just made this very startling entrance. You, however, didn’t have to look. You knew who it was.

“Sorry I’m late, Ms. O’Donnel, I didn’t really feel like coming on time today.” Eddie said, taking his seat three chairs away from you in the corner of the classroom. He saw you staring and winked, causing you to blush.

“Thank you for that, Mr. Munson. Are you quite finished?”

“Quite, yes.” Ms. O’Donnel gave an annoyed huff, causing Eddie’s face to turn upward in a satisfied smirk.

“As I was saying when we were so rudely-” she paused to look at Eddie, who was still smirking, “-interrupted, would you please take out your English notebooks? Mr. Grant, please come pass these books out.” You looked towards Ms. O’Donnel’s desk to see stack upon stack upon stack of the same book: The Hobbit. Glancing at Eddie, you saw his eyes light up. This was his favorite book. “Today we’ll be doing literary analysis of the first two chapters with partners, and I will be choosing your partners, Miss Young, so put your hand down.” Katie Young assumed a sad look on her face, and she forlornly looked at her best friend across the room.

Ms. O’Donnel took a fishbowl with scraps of paper in it out from under her desk. “Your partner will be selected at random, so when I call your name, please come up to my desk and draw a name out of this bowl. Whoever’s name you draw out will be your partner for the entire amount of time we take to read this book.”

You zoned out at that point, vaguely hearing Katie squeal when she picked her friend’s name anyways, but for the most part not really noticing who got paired with who. Until you heard Ms. O’Donnel call your name.

“Y/n Y/l/n. Please come up and choose your partner.” At that point the bowl was a little less than ⅓ full, and as you stood up you noticed Eddie wasn’t sitting with a partner yet. Please be Eddie, Please be Eddie, Please be Eddie, you begun to pray as you walked up to your teacher’s desk. Ms. O’Donnel held the bowl out to you with a vague smile about her lips. You had always been one of her favorites: a hard worker, as a result of being best friends with Nancy since as far back as you could remember. You put your hand in the bowl lethargically, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt the class’s eyes on you, the scraps of paper tickling your fingertips.

Your hand clasped onto a piece of paper, drawn to it by the vague texture it had. Drawing your hand out of the bowl just as slowly as you had placed it in, you unfolded the slip of paper and saw a familiar name etched onto its surface. Eddie Munson. Your heart momentarily stopped, and you blushed.

“Say the name on the paper, dear,” Ms. O’Donnel prompted.

“Uh- Ed-Eddie Munson,” you stammered, and you could’ve sworn you heard Eddie say a silent Yes! under his breath as you walked over to his desk. You also heard the whispers from your classmates, whispers that weren’t so friendly, some that were intended to be. She always hangs out with the freak. I feel sorry for her. They’re both freaks.

You pulled your chair over to be directly next to Eddie’s, and brought your notebook, The Hobbit, and a pen over, too. “Hey,” you whispered once you were situated.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he responded, the nickname making you blush. You shook off the feeling and thought about what Nancy said. I’d prescribe minor flirting, perhaps playing with his hair and his rings as you mentioned you wanted to… You were nervous but thought fuck it, and took his hand in yours. He pulled away at first, and you turned red again, mumbling a “sorry.”

“No, no, you’re fine. Just took me off guard is all,” he said with a smirk slightly different than the one he gave Ms. O’Donnel, deepening your face to fire engine red as he took your hand. You started fiddling with his rings, him watching you and your hands intently as the rest of the partners were chosen. You laid your head down on the desk at some point and placed his hand next to it as your continued to hold his hand and fiddle with his rings, twisting them around and putting them on different fingers and even at some point taking one off and putting it on your own hand. When you went to put it back on his finger, he stopped you.

“Keep it,” he said. “Looks better on you anyway,” he added as an afterthought, and you could’ve sworn you saw him blush.

Ms. O’Donnel gave a clap to get everyone’s attention. “Now that partners have been chosen, please read the first two chapters of The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien, and read his short biography when the paper gets passed to you. Write any notes you may have in your notebook, we will discuss next class. Anything you do not finish today becomes homework that you must complete with your partner. I don’t care if you do it in person or over the phone, but please just get it done. Off you go,” she finished with a huff, and took a piece of gum out of her purse and put it in her mouth.

“Uh… so do you want to read or do you want me to read?” Eddie asked nervously, looking at your still touching hands.

“You can read first,” you said, breaking your hands apart to grab your pen and open your notebook. “I know how much you love this book.” Eddie chuckled silently.

“As you wish, sweetheart,” he said, and grabbed your non-dexterous hand to hold in your lap while he held the book open with the other.

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”

He did a great narrational voice, and even went on to give all the characters different voices, too. You tried to keep up and take notes, but it was hard when you were distracted by holding hands with your long-time crush. And thinking about the fact that it was he who had grabbed your hand.

It went on like this for a while, until you finished the first chapter right before the bell rang. “So we’ll finish this later, yeah?” he asked. “Up for coming over after school?”

“Sure,” you responded with a casual smile. Eddie walked you to your locker where you picked up your lunch, but had to tell him you were going to eat with Max today, that there was something you two needed to talk about.

“Uh… sure, yeah. You’re sitting back with us tomorrow though, right?” he asked. You thought it was sweet how much he valued the time you ate lunch together.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling again. “Yeah, I’ll be back tomorrow.” You decided to take it a step further and kiss him on the cheek before going to find Max.

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You peeked in the lunchroom, where you saw Max sitting by herself at a table. After a minute of frantic waving, you finally caught her eye and motioned for her to follow you. She took her headphones off and put her food back in her lunchbox, meeting you outside.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Can we talk?” you asked. “But not here… can we go somewhere more… private?”

“Yeah, of course. Is everything… okay?”

“Yeah I just… I need to talk to someone who’ll understand where I’m coming from.” With that a look of understanding dawned on Max’s face, and she followed you to the picnic table in the woods.

“So… what’s on your mind?” she asked, pulling a turkey sandwich with a few bites taken out of it out of her lunchbox. You pulled the PB&J you had packed the night prior out of yours, the jelly and peanut butter messy in the bag where it had come out of the sides of the sandwich.

“I don’t know, I’ve just been… thinking about the things that’ve happened more than usual lately. It’s like the memories are haunting me. I’ll wake up from nightmares about it in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. And… I get these strange, like- I don’t even know how to explain it. It’s like… it’s like I'm back there, like I’m there and it’s happening again. And don’t even get me started on that weird clock.” You looked up at Max, only to find she wasn’t Max anymore.

She was some strange zombie mutant creature, with burnt skin and milky eyes.

Dong.

You scrambled away from the table as fast as you could, running through the woods trying to get away from the sound of the clock.

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock.

You still heard it, its menacing ticks rattling through your body.

Dong.

You looked behind you to see a grandfather clock embedded in the tree behind you, the glass of the face shattering to give way to dozens of black widow spiders.

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock.

Dong.

A voice startled you. “Your time has almost come to an end.”

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock.

You screamed so loud you felt your vocal cords would snap.

Dong.

—

“Y/n! Y/n! Y/N!” You gasped as you came awake, Max’s hands on your shoulders shaking you, trying to get you to wake up. You felt the cold trickle of blood on your upper lip, and you wiped it away with the back of your hand.

“Jesus, thank God,” Max said, sitting down beside you. “What the hell was that?”

“I-I don’t know, Max.”

“It was like you went into a trance or something. Your eyes rolled back and your nose started bleeding and you couldn’t hear a word I was saying. You wouldn’t respond to anything, and then you just, like, woke up.” Max went silent. “Did you… hear a clock, by any chance?”

“Yeah, I did actually, how did you-?”

“Because I heard it too, last night. And I heard… you know what, nevermind. What did you want to talk to me about?” You were shocked. How could whatever this was be happening to Max, too?

“This is what I wanted to talk to you about, Max. What did you hear?” Max was quiet for a second before she replied.

“I heard that clock… and… Billy,” she finally choked out.

“I heard my dad… and my mom,” you shared, pausing a second before asking your next question. “What do you think is going on?”

“I don’t know, but we need to tell them. You know we do.”

“But-”

“Yeah, Steve’s gonna go full Mom on us but it’ll be fine. We’re going through the same shit, we just… we need their help figuring out what it is.”

thank you so much for reading! i hope you guys enjoyed. :) part four coming out soon, hopefully tomorrow if i have time between this and my next fic!

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choking on water is the worst because how do you stop choking? drink something? well ive got some bad news for you

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paper hearts - eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: Eddie's been planning his biggest campaign yet for weeks- until its entirety gets ruined by Jason Carver. Based off this request from an anon!

Warnings: Angst! Eddie gets a little angry, Jason is very nasty, a little violence (but very very minor and barely described, no injuries result), Swearing, otherwise fluff!

Word Count: 1.1k

You came to school that day elated: tonight was Hellfire, and Eddie had been working hard on his campaign for weeks. Jotting notes on scraps of paper and napkins, whatever was closest to him at the time. Only when you’d get to his trailer after school would he compile all his notes into one large notebook, which he’d decorated with Hellfire’s devil logo on the cover.

You and Eddie passed by each other in between classes, sharing a small kiss and holding interlaced hands as you walked one another to your next class. You’d gone to the bathroom before lunch, assuming Eddie had already raced to the cafeteria to share the finally finished campaign with the rest of Hellfire. Flushing the toilet and emerging from your stall, you checked your lipgloss in the mirror before heading to lunch.

“You want somethin’ freak?” You heard Jason yell maliciously as you entered the lunchroom. Oh no, you immediately thought. Eddie.

You looked towards where the rest of the lunchroom was almost comically pivoted towards, a scene you would never forget. Eddie was standing on top of the lunch table, removing the devil horn fingers he had been holding to his forehead. Jason looked livid, his face red. Jason snatched Eddie’s backpack from the back of his chair, and before Eddie could hop off the table and snatch it back, two of Jason’s basketball cronies were holding him back. A tear slipped from your eye and rolled down your cheek as you tried to get closer without drawing attention to yourself. You quickly wiped it away.

Jason rifled through Eddie’s backpack, obviously looking for something. He finally pulled out the notebook you knew was Eddie’s most prized possession.

“You see this?” Jason said as he held the notebook up so everyone in the lunchroom could see. “If any of you needed any more proof that Hellfire is a demonic cult, just look at this. The Hellfire ‘Club’ worships the devil, and this is proof.”

“It’s not a cult, it’s a D&D club,” you said to Jason, finally close enough that he would be able to hear you. Eddie turned around, and he looked angry, but when he saw you his face suddenly softened.

“Is that what you think?” Jason said before flipping open the notebook and tearing out all the pages he could grab in his fist. You gasped audibly. Eddie looked like he could cry, but he was surprisingly keeping it together and acting uncharacteristically nonchalant. Those were the two sides of Eddie: overabundance of emotion, or no emotion at all. One of Jason’s cronies, Patrick, handed Jason the milk off of Eddie’s lunch tray. Jason tore the papers in half and dropped them to the ground, and you realized what he was about to do.

“No-!” you yelled. A small trickle of milk poured out of the carton before you ran at Jason and pushed him into the wall. Jason’s friends finally let go of Eddie at this development, pulling you off Jason, but not before you had the chance to spit in his face.

“Freak!” he yelled at you, looking between your face and Eddie’s. You made the same devil face Eddie had, mocking Jason. Him and his friends left the lunchroom with that. You looked at Eddie, his face stricken as he looked at the sodden papers. He looked at you, and what you had anticipated to be a look of simultaneous gratitude and sadness was the opposite: it was a look of anger. Eddie stalked out of the lunchroom, you following closely behind, but not before you grabbed the sodden papers off the ground.

The rest of the Hellfire table shot you looks, but you responded with an “I got it,” and chased after Eddie. “Hey, Eddie!” you called, running to catch up to him. “Eddie-” you finally stopped when you reached him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shook it off with a violent jerk.

“Leave me be, y/n. I’m not in the mood.” His voice was singed with controlled fury.

“Why are you mad at me?”

“Why am I- mad- you-” Eddie choked out, sighing and putting his fingers on the bridge of his nose. He finally looked up and continued to talk. “You made me look weak, y/n. That’s the last thing I want to seem to them-”

“Oh bullshit,” you interrupted, now angry at him. You knew he didn’t give a flying fuck about what Jason and the rest of his posse thought about him. “Let’s rephrase that, shall we? It’s because it’s the last thing you want to seem to me. You’re embarrassed because you had to have your girlfriend stand up for you. But you don’t care what they think. You care what I think. But the truth is, no matter what, I still think you’re the best person on the planet,” you paused, cupping his cheeks. “I think you’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, Eddie Munson.” You gave him a quick kiss and then hugged him tightly.

“It’s just… you could’ve gotten hurt, y/n,” Eddie mumbled into your hair. “You see what Jason and those other guys are like. They wouldn’t have had a second thought about hurting you.”

“I know, Eds, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t bear to see you be hurt like that. And look,” you pulled away for a second, pulling the papers out from where you’d hastily shoved them in your back pocket. “Barely got wet. They’d be soaked right now if I hadn’t tackled Jason.”

“I-” Eddie sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “Thank you, sweetheart. I love you, I’m sorry I get like this. It’s so not metal.” You giggle.

“Being vulnerable is the most metal.” You kissed him again.

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You stopped by your house after school, and went on to Eddie’s trailer. You showed him how to straighten the paper without making it catch fire, to get the wrinkles from the milk out. The milk had gotten on a good chunk of the paper, but luckily Eddie hadn’t thrown away the scraps he copied the notes down from. One by one, you sorted through the papers, taping them back together, straightening them out, seeing which bits fitted in where, and writing over the damaged paper.

“What’s this bit supposed to say?” you asked.

“Uh…” Eddie sorted through, pulling out a napkin from Benny’s Diner. “Vecna lives,” he finally said. “Got that?”

“Mhm,” you said, copying it down.

And so you went, taping, straightening, copying, through the night, until you fell asleep on Eddie’s chest, dreaming of the campaign he had planned.

i hope you guys enjoyed! thank you so much for this request anon, it was fun to write :))

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