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The OC and eddie are enemies since like 5th grade. One day she finds a part time job that helps pay rent and that part time job is in a band. She already has an electric guitar at home so she decided to be the guitarist, but the only problem is….. she doesn’t know how to play the electric guitar. She took the job thinking “oh how hard can it be?” Well it was alot harder than she expected. They had a gig in less than a month and she was freaking out because she is supposed to go practice with them but she comes up with excuses every time. She then remembers that the only person she knows that plays the electric guitar was eddie munson. She hated just the idea of interacting with the guy. She had no other choice but to ask him to help her, at first he turns down the offer, but after alot of convincing from mike and dustin he finally agrees. They go back to his trailer and he gave her his guitar instead and said that hers was no good. She sat in between his legs and his hands “wrapped” aroundher to reach his guitar that was in his lap. there was alot of tension and while she is playing his hot breath is on her neck. Then they start talking and he eventually starts pressing kisses on her neck of course she freaked out and asked what was he doing and they started fighting and they finally confess their love to each other all these past years and they make out endo of story.

Electric Enemies - part 1

paring : eddie munson x fem!oc

word count : 2.7k

summary : as requested above

a/n : i’m sorry i haven’t been posting, i’ve been working on this story for daysss | reblogs are greatly appreciated, as well as replies!

September 5th, 1986, Gas station

Valarie had been late on rent for the past 3 months, constantly finding ways to scurry up a sum of money before the end of the month. Her landlord had complained to her many times, trying to evict her as well. She had been fired from her last job at Family Video, where she worked with her best friends Robin and Steve. Valarie had been taking small jobs around town, trying to stick with one for more than a month, ultimately failing. While out at the gas station yesterday, she saw a poster for a band in of a new member. She ran toward the poster, looking for a phone number, her eyes wandering along the photo. At the bottom of sheet 4 tabs hung, with a phone number attached to them. Valarie snatched the perforated piece of paper from the poster. She walked out of the store on to the street, looking for a payphone. She picked up the phone from the hook, inserting a quarter, and punching in the digits from the piece of paper. Ringing came from the phone as she waited for someone on the receiving end to pick up, her head resting on the glass wall of the booth. On the final ring, a voice spoke roughly through her ears, the man behind the phone cleared his through before saying,

“Hey, what’s up?”

Valarie’s head shot up, clearing her through as well before responding back.

“Oh, hi, I was calling about the band looking for a new member, I found an advertisement at the gas station on Jefferson.”

“That’s great, we’ve been looking for a new member for months, ‘you play guitar?”

Damn it. Her first instinct was to place the phone back on to the hook and pretend she hadn’t called, but she desperately needed the money. All of her past jobs hadn’t paid enough for her to keep up with her rent. Her last job at Family Video ended abruptly, due to her and her best friends goofing off during every shift. This new opportunity could be a stable occupation for her to finally pay her rent on time. Valarie already owned a guitar, that had been collecting dust in her closet for the past 3 years. She had purchased it in hopes of teaching herself how to play it as a way to pass time. After 2 weeks it remained in her closet, until today.

“Uh, yeah, since I was young.” she lied. Her voice shook in embarrassment as the man on the phone spoke.

“Great! Our old guitarist quit last week, so we’ve been looking for someone to fill in. When are you free to meet up with the rest of the band?”

Just hang up the phone Val, and find somewhere else to pick up a job. Her hand slowly moved toward the hook, wanting to hang up before he spoke again.

“Hey, you still there?”

Her voice softly shook, placing the phone back up to her ear.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m free tomorrow, if that’s alright?”

“Sounds great! We practice at that old bar down on Southwest street, how does Wednesday sound?”

“That’s fine with me, see you then.”

Before the man on the phone could respond, Valarie slammed the phone on the hook, letting out a ghastly sigh. Her head dropped to the concrete sidewalk below her. She reached for a cigarette and her lighter in her jean jackets pocket. She placed the cancer stick between her lips, lighting the open end. She took a large drag, inhaling sharply. Plumes of smoke shot from her nostrils as she began crossing the street. Her boots dragged across the pavement lazily, rain beginning to drip onto the leather. She looked up as dark clouds began to cast above her, her pace picking up to evacuate the storm that was brewing.

September 5th, 1986, Valarie’s apartment

Valarie tangled with her keychain in her pocket, finally turning her house key in the lock, pushing open her front door. She threw her bag on the couch, immediately darting for her bedroom. She flopped onto her bed, her groans muffled by the pillow underneath. Valarie flipped on to her back sitting up on the edge of her bed. Her head turned to her closet door that was half creaked, a black void illuminating from inside. She walked over to the doors, pushing them apart. She reached up to pull the chain of the light. On the floor of the closet laid her suitcase, along with bags full of her clothes and shoes. On the top shelf sat her guitar. The ruby color reflected off the lightbulb, into her eyes. Her feet pushed up on to her tippy toes, grasping for the neck of the guitar. She stared at it in her hand, look at all the dust that had collected on the body of the guitar. Her hand glided across the strings, a dissonant sound being produced. It needs to be tuned. She sat on her bed, the guitar resting in her lap. Her hand twisted around the tuning keys, trying to produce a pleasant sound while strumming. Valarie leaned her head back in frustration, realizing that this was going to be more difficult than she had anticipated. She didn’t know the first thing about playing guitar, not even the proper way to hold one.

“Fuck it, I give up.” she said, throwing the axe down. She got up and began pacing around the room. Tapping of rain drops began to fall on to her carpet. She looked up to find a large crack with water seeping through it. Jesus Christ.

September 7th, 1986, Valarie’s apartment

Valarie sat on her bed, plucking at the strings of her guitar, trying to make out a tune. She had been ignoring phone calls all day, trying to ignore the fact that it was Wednesday. She had agreed to meet with the rest of the band members today, them expecting her to have some experience with guitar. The ringing became louder and obsessive as the day continued, causing her to take it off the hook, keeping it on a busy signal.

“Focus, just focus.” she strummed the first 2 chords, her hand releasing on the second one. Her hand sprung back in pain as the string snapped on her finger. She threw the pick across the room, standing up from her bed. She placed the guitar behind her, slamming her head into her pillow. A loud and agitated groan left her throat, tears following behind. The ceiling began dripping profusely, the thumping sound syncing with her heartbeat. Valarie looked up to the ceiling to see the crack had doubled in size. She went into the bathroom, grabbing the white bucket from the shower. When she went back into her room, a dark stain had damped her carpet. She placed the bucket underneath the crack, the water now dripping louder.

“God, I gotta get that fixed.” she said walking towards the phone. She wiped the tears from her eyes as she dialed her landlord’s number. She softly wept, waiting for him to pick up.

“Hey Val, what’s up?”

“Hey Sean, I’ve got a big crack in my bedroom ceiling, do you think you could fix it?”

“How big is the crack?”

Valarie sighed, looking up at the ceiling, her hand on her forehead.

“It’s pretty big, I think it’s from the storm a few days ago.”

Sean sighed on the opposite end of the phone, writing could be heard on Valarie’s end.

“I can take a look at it later, is 5 good?”

“Yeah sure, thanks-.”

Without a goodbye, Sean hung up before Valarie could finish. She scoffed, placing the phone back on the hook. The phone rang immediately after. She couldn’t ignore it this time. She picked up the phone nervously.

“Hey, is Valarie there? She was supposed to meet us for rehearsal today.” An unfamiliar voice spoke through the speaker.

Valarie fake coughed into the phone exaggeratedly. She sniffed through her nose a couple of time before responding.

“Yeah, I’m here, sorry. I couldn’t come in today, I don’t feel the best.”

“Oh, what’s wrong?”

Valarie looked around, trying to come up with a excuse for her absence. A bird flew past her window, giving her a idea.

“Bird flu!” she accidentally shouted “I’ve got bird flu, so I don’t know when I’ll be able to rehearse with you guys.”

“Bird flu? Isn’t that extremely rare?”

Her eyes shot up, trying to make up a lie quickly before they became suspicious.

“Yes! Extremely! That’s why I don’t want to come in and spread it to you guys.”

“Well that’s very thoughtful, but we’ve got to rehearse soon, we have a gig in a few weeks and we’ve got to learn these songs.”

Shit. A gig? She rolled her eyes back.

“Well, I’ll try my best to come in soon. Thank you for checking up on me, bye!”

“Bye Val-.”

She slammed the phone back on the hook, sliding down the wall, her knees up to her chest. She placed her head in her palms, starting to cry.

A knock on the front door woke Valarie from her nap, a coarse whine falling from her throat.

“Come in!” she yelled from her bed. She sat up on her bed, her legs crossed.

Sean walked through the front door, headed for Valarie’s bedroom. When he entered her room, his face shifted, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Valarie, you look terrible.”

“Yeah I know, I feel asleep with my makeup on, just fix my damn ceiling.”

“Keep talkin’ to me like that and I’ll leave it.”

Valarie looked up at him, deadpanning him. He rolled his eyes, putting down a toolbox.

“So, how’ve you been, I haven’t seen you since you broke your toilet.”

“I didn’t break it, I clogged it, and I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine, and neither does this crack Val, this is going to cost a pretty penny.”

Valarie scoffed at his comment, standing beside him.

“Nice joke idiot, it’s not even that bad.”

Sean turned his head to her, then back to the ceiling.

“Yeah it’s not the crack, it’s starting to mold. It’ll cost more to get the mold removed than to repair the crack.”

Valarie turned to him, her face slightly shocked.

“Sean, you know I don’t have that kind of money to get that done, I could barely pay to unclog the toilet.”

“Then call me when you can, I can’t do it for free just because we’re friends.”

“You totally can do that, you just choose not to.”

Sean leaned towards Valarie, gaining some height on her as he tilted his head down. His mouth formed into a smirk. Valarie’s eyes squinted, confused at his motions.

“There’s many different ways you could pay me, not just in money.” His hand lifted her jaw.

Valarie smacked his hand from her face, pushing him backwards.

“Like I’ve said before, not gonna happen.”

Sean softly chuckled, picking up his toolbox.

“Well until you get some actual money, neither is that roof getting fixed.” He pushed beside her, walking out the front door. He slammed it shut, causing her eyes to squeeze shut.

“God, he’s such an asshole.”

Valarie huffed, walking to the kitchen. She sat on top of the countertop thinking to herself. I need to learn how to the play damn guitar, so I can finally get some cash. I can’t teach myself though, Jesus, who else knows how to play guitar.

Only one name crossed her mind, causing a shiver to travel down her spine. No, absolutely not, don’t even think that Valarie. There’s no way you’re going to ask Eddie Munson to teach you how to play guitar. He’s probably still fighting for his life in highschool. God but he’s the only person I know who could actually help me, if he still doesn’t hold a grudge from 5th grade.

Valarie ran to her bedroom, looking under her bed from her stack of yearbooks. She grabbed one from 1984, the year she graduated, and one of the many Eddie failed. She flipped to the back page of signatures and goodbyes. Names and phone numbers of former classmates filled with colorful markers crossed her eyes. Her hand scanned the paper, looking for Eddie’s phone number. The illiterate and sloppy handwriting stood out to her as his.

Thanks for a horrible highschool experience, Eddie

“Well at least he was kind enough to sign it.”

Underneath his phone number was listed faintly, almost as if he had wrote it then erased it afterward. Valarie picked up the book, holding it to her chest as she dashed into the kitchen. She sat on top of the counter, picking up the phone off the wall. She read the numbers from her lap, squinting to see. She pressed the numbers into the keys.

She dialed the numbers, her hand began to shake as the ringing began. A scruffy voice sang from the speaker, causing her to place the phone back on the hook.

“God, you dumbass!”

She redialed the numbers, listening for the ringing once again. The same scruffy, and familiar voice spoke.

“Hello?”

“Hey, this is Eddie, right?”

“Jesus Christ, you’ve gotta be kidding me, I never thought I’d have to hear your voice again.”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb, I know your voice, Val.”

Valarie began twirling the cord of the phone anxiously, her breathing became heavy in the speaking.

“Eddie, I promise I’d only call you if it was an emergency, and this sorta is.”

Eddie scoffed through the phone, by his tone though she should she it, she knew he was rolling his eyes.

“Eddie, say something, you can’t still be mad at me.”

“You’re the one who hated me, always complaining about everything about me. I’m sorry I didn’t meet little miss perfect’s standards.”

“Eddie, that was in middle school! Get over it, we’re adults now!”

“It wasn’t just middle school, you and your art friends made fun of me until senior year.”

“Which senior year, your first, second, or third?”

Valarie instantly regretted the snarky remark after she said it, letting out a deep sigh.

“What’s the emergency, Boyd.”

Valarie took in a deep breath. Complaining to Eddie Munson about her financial situation was not something she ever thought she’d do.

“I took a job in a band as a lead guitarist, but I have no idea how to play guitar, and I was hoping you could possibly teach me?” she rambled swiftly, hope he couldn’t hear the desperation in her voice.

Eddie laughed abruptly, the sound causing Valarie’s face to turn red. He finally spoke after laughing for a while, catching his breath.

“So you’re telling me, you want me to teach you the one thing you used to make fun of me for, telling me I’d never get anywhere being a burnout guitarist.”

“I only said those things because I was 16! We were both kids, kids say dumb things. I don’t think that way about you anymore Eddie, I promise you.”

Eddie laughed once more, this time she could tell he was getting a kick out of her pain.

“I don’t care what you think about me now sweetheart, it’s not going to happen. How’d you even get my number anyway?”

Valarie paused before responding back.

“… My yearbook.”

“God you are desperate, goodnight, Val.”

“Eddie wait-.”

Her voice was cut off with the slam of Eddie’s phone, hanging up on her mid sentence. Her voice cracked out a hoarsely moan, her face falling into her hands. She began crying deeply, as the old emotions she had for him rose again. They had never fully dissipated from her heart, but recovered once she heard his voice again.

“God, I still love him.”

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Little Lamb - part 1

paring : eddie munson x fem!shy!reader

word count : 1.7k

characters : eddie munson, dustin henderson, mike wheeler, hellfire club members

warnings : mainly just fluff, eddie taking the reader under his wing, mention of jason carver

summary : requested by @hford0311 | Y/N is the new girl at Hawkins High. Eddie notices her shy demeanor, and takes her in as one of his sheeps.

October 3rd, 1986, Hawkins Highschool, 12:45 pm

Voices of freshmen to seniors roamed the halls of Hawkins Highschool, both good and bad ones, and some didn’t speak at all. The autumn air, crisp and cold wafted through the windows lined across the hallway. A new month meant new ideas or goals Eddie thought he should try, one of them being arriving to class on time. When the warning bell rang, Eddie shut his locker, haphazardly shoving pens, pencils, and other academic utensils into his bag, gunning for his physics class. At the same time, Y/N was making her way to physics as well, though she was never late to any of her classes. Rushing through the halls, her converse squeaking with every trot, she made it to the doorway, at the same time as Eddie. The two bumped shoulders, trying to squeeze through the narrow walkway. The bell had rang, causing a weary groan from Y/N, and a stifled laugh from Eddie. Eddie backed out of the doorway, letting her walk in before himself, letting a smile escape from his rough demeanor. Y/N look at him with a perplexing expression, one where Eddie couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Y/N began walking to her seat, making Eddie realize he had never seen her before, her seat was conveniently located to the left of his. When Eddie sat down at his desk, Y/N looked over at him, then looking away as the pair made eye contact.

“Alright, listen up class. Looks like we have a new student joining us, from New York. Is Y/N here?” Mr. Thompson began looking around the room for the newly arrived pupil. The class began to speak in hushed language, looking around, trying to notice someone who wasn’t there before. Y/N didn’t speak, hoping she could make it through the class without having to do the typical icebreaker introductions and questions. More students had finally realized the new arrival, looking toward her, waiting for her to introduce herself. The feeling of laser eyes burning into the back of her head described the lingering eyes of her peers. She finally stood up from her desk, walking towards the front of the classroom. Eddie’s eyes followed her every move, the way her laces clicked on the marble floor, and the way the ribbons in her hair swayed with her ponytail.

Y/N tugged at the hem of her sweater, in an effort to fix her outfit.

“Uhm, Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N, and I’m from Richmond, New York.”

“Well Y/N, it’s a pleasure to have you in my class, you may take a seat now.”

She nodded her head, swiftly walking down the aisle of desks, back to her own. More eyes, which felt like they had doubled, watched as she sat down, immediately putting her face in the palm of her hands. She let out an aspirating sigh, turning to look to her right, in Eddie’s direction.

“Why are you staring at me?” She said bluntly.

“Oh uhm, me? I wasn’t staring, I was just looking around.” He flashed the same toothy smile from earlier, this time in an effort to convince, and not to flirt.

“You were staring, you did the same thing when I went up to introduce myself.” Y/N sat up, facing the shaggy haired boy, inching toward the edge of her desk.

Eddie leaned back into a man spread, confused at what angle she was playing, and he knew she wanted him to slip up with his words.

“Alright Y/N, and if I was staring, is that such a crime? A new pretty girl is something you rarely see in Hawkins, and I was trying to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me.”

Y/N’s face grew to a ruby rouge, looking down at her desk, then back into his brown orbs. A greedy smirk painted across Eddie’s mouth, watching as she became flustered by his comments.

“What’s your name?”

“Eddie, Eddie Munson.”

“Is that short for, Edward?”

“Yeah, but my uncle only calls me that when he’s mad.”

Y/N snorted, covering her mouth as Eddie’s eyes widened at the noise.

“So, considering you’re new and all, I assume you haven’t made any friends yet?”

“You’d be right that. Just stares and scoffs from everyone in the hallways.”

“How about I introduce you to my friends, at lunch?”

“Oh you don’t have to invite me, plus I’m not good at talking to people I don’t know.” Eddie noticed her fidgeting with the bracelet on her wrist. Deep down he wanted her to accept his invite, but Eddie knew what it was like - more than anymore to be judged by your peers. Y/N hanging out with the Eddie’s friends could tarnish her new reputation. Thoughts of reputation demolition didn’t cross Y/N’s mind, only the thought of having a new friend and someone to talk to.

“Forget I said anything, I don’t want to pressure you.”

“No no, you know what? I’d love to meet your friends. If there as friendly as you are, then I don’t see why not.” Y/N rhythmically tapped on her desk, excited to finally get to know the other students of Hawkins High.

October 3rd, 1986, Hawkins Highschool, 1:22 pm

The cafeteria of Hawkins High was one out of a movie. Cliques divided by tables, conversations held among each table, and arguments across each table. JV and Varsity jocks, along with cheerleaders, sat in the middle of the cafeteria. One of them, a tall and muscular boy with blonde hair, had been arguing with Eddie as she walked it. The word “freak”, filled with spite was directed to Eddie, he laughed it off. Y/N made her way to the lunch line, trying to decipher the options on the menu, when two metal clad hands covered her eyes, icy to the touch. She spun around, concerned and confused at the action, she was met with the long haired metalhead, grinning from East to West. Y/N playful hit him on the chest, Eddie placing his hand over his heart with theatrics.

“So, how were your other classes? Any ones you like so far?”

“Nope, only physics. It was the only class I could stay awake in, thanks to your heavy boots tapping every three seconds.”

Eddie laughed, pushing his tray towards hers. “Well you’re welcome, now are you ready to enter Hell?” Eddie’s hand dramatically pointed over to the table where the members of the Hellfire club sat. Y/N rolled her eyes, giggling at his humor. She hadn’t seen it during their physics class, maybe due to the dim lighting of the classroom, but the cafeteria was brightly lit. Eddie Munson was handsome, extremely handsome.

Eddie waved his hand over her face, snapping her back into reality. “I said, are you ready to enter Hell?”

Y/N looked up from his lips, now to his eyes. “I’ve never been more ready in my life.”

Eddie placed his hand on her shoulder, guiding her through the windows of students, his grip tightening when they walked past the jocks table. He stopped in front of the Hellfire clubs’ table. The group was mid conversation, the only words Y/N could make out were “campaign” and “Vecna”, when Eddie cleared his throat in an exaggerated manor, causing the table to abrupt into silence. The group looked as if Y/N was another girl they’d seen before, their faces having little to no emotion. The turned towards the table once again, continuing their conversation like they weren’t even there.

“Eddie, I don’t think your friends are too fond of me, maybe this was a bad idea.”

“No, they’re just a bunch of little ASSHOLES!”

The group let silent again, this time with terror across their faces.

“Eddie, if this is another ploy to recruit cheerleaders for our group, you’ve picked the girl the most out of league this time.” the curly-headed young boy spoke.

Eddie squinted his eyes toward the young boy. “Y/N isn’t a cheerleader Henderson, she’s new, and we have physics together.”

Y/N, smiled from behind Eddie, waving to everyone. Y/N didn’t now much about Eddie or his friends, she’d only heard someone call him a freak, without the reasoning behind the statement. Eddie turned his head around, noticing Y/N was still hidden behind him like a kid.

“They don’t bite sweetheart, here, sit.” Eddie pulled out the green chair, motioning her to sit beside him. Y/N took at seat, the eyes of members following her movement. Y/N felt as if she was on trial, trying not to bore the people in front of her. She placed her tray on the table, slowly picking at the green and brown mush. When she finally looked up, the entire group, including Eddie was staring at her.

“So you all have staring problems?” Y/N blurted out, looking around the table. When each member met eyes with her, they looked away, pretending to continue their previous conversation. Y/N turned to Eddie, his eyes connecting with her gaze, not parting like the others.

“Eddie if I wanted to sit alone and have no one talk to me, I could have sat over there.” Y/N pointed to the empty table in the corner of the lunch hall.

“Alright, this is stupid, why are you all asking like I brought Jason over here.”

“Eddie you brought some new girl over here, a hot new girl at that, and you’re confused why we’re acting weird?” the young boy with long black hair said.

“Listen, if you guys want me to leave I understand, Eddie was just trying to be nice and not have me sit alone at lunch.” Y/N began to rise from her seat, when one of the freshmen spoke.

“Wait, Y/N. You don’t have to leave, we just need to know about you.”

“Dustin, you’re going to scare her away!” the other freshmen said, louder than anticipated, causing the group to erupt into laughter.

“Oh shut it Mike, I’m surprised Eddie hasn’t scared her off yet.” Eddie deadpanned towards Dustin, glaring at him with spite.

“Well, what do you guys want to know?” Y/N leaned in closer to the table.

“Well for starters, how did Eddie convince you to even step foot over here?”

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HAPPY 300 YAY !!!

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #fiction #fluff #writing #eddie munson x you #headcanons #imagines

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Too Chic for the Freak - part 3 (finale)

word count : 2.0k (my longest story!!!)

part 2 , part 1

paring : eddie munson x fem!wheeler!reader / eddie munson x fem!cheerleader

characters : eddie munson, chrissy cunningham, jason carver, mike wheeler, hawkins high cheerleaders and jocks

warnings : swearing, bullying, name calling, jason carver, fluffy ending <3

a/n : thank you all for the amazing love on this story, writing this has been such a pleasure but i’m taking a break from the eddie x cheerleader pairing for now! reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

Hawkins Highschool, 1986, Cafeteria, The next day

God, I can’t wait to tell Chrissy! I need to find her, and tell her ever juicy detail about that day in the library.

After hours of waiting for the heavenly lunch bell to ring, it was finally 5th period. I picked up my books, practically pushing half of my classmates through the classroom door. Lunch was the only moment I had during the day to sit down and talk to my best friend, english class being a study hall today resulted in spiteful hushes from Mrs. O’Donnell, and other bookworms around the lecture hall. The class being a study hall also meant I couldn’t get a word in to Eddie as well. This didn’t stop me from softly kicking his chair, resulting in him kicking back, a signal we used back and forth to give each other a small hello. I paced down the hallway, looking at familiar faces and friends of my brother. One of them, Dustin? I think that’s his name, looked like he had to say something important to me as I sped past his group. Not now curly head, I’ve got to get to the cafeteria, I thought to myself. Usually I’d walk to lunch with Chrissy, but I needed a moment to myself to prepare for the words that were soon to part from my memory, and fall to her ears.

Once I finally reached the doors of the cafeteria I ran to the lunch line, greeted by half of the basketball team and almost all of my fellow cheerleaders. Most of them didn’t realize I had appeared beside them, but the ones who did had this disgusted and freaked expression. I picked up one of the green lunch trays, walking through the line picking my items of interest for the day. When I was halfway through my options, Chrissy appeared beside me, about to burst out of her cheer uniform.

“Y/N, you practically pushed me over after the bell rang! Why were you in such a rush to get here?”

“We can’t talk it about here Chris, when we’re done eating, I’ll tell you.”

“Oh god Y/N, are you pregnant? I mean I kind of guess the way you’ve been peeing so frequently.”

I whisper-shouted, looking over my shoulder to see if anyone had heard. “No, I am not pregnant! And I pee as much as any other girl. It’s about Eddie.”

“Oh,” Chrissy stopped in the middle of her sentence, making a shocked and confused face. “Oh! Y/N you need to tell me everything!”

“I will once the freak police aren’t around. Jason basically cornered me the last time I brought him up.”

When Chrissy and I reached our usual table, eyes followed us - well me. Athletes waiting for the latest gossip on the good girl with the freak. I placed my tray on the table, sitting next to Chrissy. Jason was the first to say something, to break the awkward silence that had grown since I sat down.

“So Y/N, how was your ritual sacrifice with Munson?”

I rolled my eyes, taking in a deep breath, trying not to let the wrong words slip out of my mouth at the wrong moment.

“It was actually great! He’s not as dumb as you all think, and he’s an excellent kis- I mean reader!”

Chrissy’s eyes widened, looking at me in fear, hoping the others hadn’t hurt my slip up with my words. I hadn’t realized I said the wrong thing - or that everyone else had caught it until Jason got up from his seat, headed for the Hellfire clubs’ table. The rest of the cafeteria watched as his face was beet red, darting for Eddie Munson.

“Jason! Wait! I didn’t mean to say-“ I was cut off by his raised voice shouting from in front of me.

“I warned you Y/N! And your little boyfriend!”

Once Jason reached the Hellfire table, the members looked confused, and mostly terrified that Jason Carver was face to face with their dungeon master. Eddie was laughing, until her turned to see Jason, smoke coming out of his ears. Eddie squinted his eyes comically, slightly concerned why his head was about to pop.

“Well if it isn’t Jason Carver. Are you here to donate your soul for our game? Or would you like to start with the cheerleaders over there?” Eddie pointed to the jocks table where I stood. He gave me a sly wink, that caused Jason to push Eddie’s chest. Jason looked behind him, to see me with my face brightly rouged. Jason connected the words I spoke and Eddie’s wink towards me, realizing it was true.

“What fucked up spell did you put on Y/N to kiss her, freak? Or did you force yourself on her?”

“Well Jason, why don’t you ask her yourself? She’s the one who kissed me first.”

“No, there’s no way in hell that Y/N Wheeler kissed you.”

I couldn’t hear their conversation from the table, but when I saw Jason get up in Eddie’s face, something told me to walk over there, before things got out of hand. I began walking across the cafeteria, shoes squeaking in anxiety, I tapped Jason on his back. He put his hand up saying,

“One second, I’m trying to get this freak to tell me what he did to Y/N.”

“He didn’t do anything to me Jason, I kissed him.”

Jason’s face dropped, almost looking upset. I knew he had a crush on me, but if he acted this way over a kiss, what makes him think I would ever feel the same way. He turned to look at me. I couldn’t tell if he was about to hit me or walk off. I flinched softly when he raised his hand up, scoffing as he walked away, and out of the cafeteria. I honestly felt bad for him. I just couldn’t get over the fact he would have destroyed Eddie over my feelings for him. I tried to calm down from my fear, but my emotions were cut off by one of the freshman.

“YOU KISSED Y/N?” And then another freshman.

“YOU KISSED MY SISTER?” My brother, Mike shouted.

Eddie ignored the groups’ rambunctious rambling, turning to look at me. He looked as if he was about to burst into tears. I grabbed his hand, looking into his eyes. I tilted my head toward the door signaling for him to follow me. And that he did, I walked him towards the door. His grip never loosened from mine. I looked back a couple times, making sure he was still behind me. I led him to my locker, pulling him in for a kiss, my hands releasing from his grip, cupping onto his face. The kiss held the same force as our first, his velvet plump lips, against mine clad with cherry chapstick. His hands met my waist, gripping at my top swiftly sliding his hands down to my rear. His eyes opened a couple times, looking at my locker, then back to me. I tugged at his jacket, taking in the moment and the material. His tongue glided across the bottom row of my teeth, then connecting with mine. The taste of marijuana, cigarettes, and mint chewing gum filled my mouth. I was the first to pull away, hands still placed on his bicep.

“Look Eddie, I’m really sorry about Jason. About this whole tutoring idea. It was stupid for me to even want to be with you knowing the people that I associate myself with and-“ Eddie cut me off, he has a tendency to do that, a lot.

“Wait, you want to be with me? And this still isn’t some prank your pep squad planned?”

I whined at his disbelief. “Eddie! I don’t care what anyone else thinks about this, or us. Because I will never stop liking you for anyone else, not even Chrissy - uh, don’t tell her I said that.”

Eddie stifled a laugh, pulling me back into a kiss, deeper than the previous ones. I could feel his smile underneath my mouth, his lips quivering as my tongue slipped into his mouth. I pushed his bangs from his forehead, kissing his temple. I left a ruby lip stain.

It was finally the final period of the day, my feet tapping on the wooden floor below me. After lunch the day had warped my memory, resulting in me daydreaming throughout the rest of the day. Eddie is the only thing my mind could focus on, not the math assignment in front of me, or the history project that was due on Monday, or the physics quiz I had bombed last period. Eddie Munson is the poison my mind ran on. Everything about him made me wonder if we would have already been together if I wasn’t a cheerleader. Maybe all the stalking eyes on me would be gone, and I’d be able to be seen in public with the only person I wanted.

I didn’t hear the bell ring, due to my daydreaming. I broke from my dream when a book slammed against my desk, my eyes meeting my teachers. I blinked my eyes a couple times, realizing the bell had rang 5 minutes ago. I picked up my back pack, stuffing my utensils and items haphazardly into the rear pocket, placing it on my back. I walked out the door way, greeted once again with stares from my peers, and a smile from Chrissy.

“What took you so long? I’ve been standing here for 5 minutes, we’re going to be late for cheer practice.”

“I can’t make it today Chris, I have a um, dentist appointment. Really bad cavities!”

“Oh well, I’ll tell Tina. See you Monday Y/N!” Chrissy gave me a hug and wave before walking toward the gym. I smiled back toward her, a sigh of relief dismissing from my nose. I made my way down the hallway, shoes now squeaking in eagerness and excitement. I made it to my locker, struggling with my combination. Once I finally got it open, a small dime bag and a piece of paper fell out the top. I bent down to pick up the bag first. It was filled with weed buds and a black Sharpie message written on the front : “WANT TO GO OUT ON A DATE?”.

I picked up the piece of paper, shoving the dime bag into my pocket. I lifted the sheet to my nose, the scent of cologne and marijuana wafting my nostrils. I opened the note. “MEET ME IN THE PARKING LOT, THE BIG WHITE VAN -EDDIE”. I held the note close to my chest, eventually putting in into my pocket as well.

I walked out the back doors of the gym into the parking lot. I made my way to the parking lot, a faint sound of heavy metal sound waves traveling through the air. There Eddie was, leaned up against his van, a smug smile painted on his face. I ran towards him, tripping into his arms.

“Careful sweetheart, someone’s excited?”

“You have no idea.”

Eddie pulled me in by my waist once again. Kissing the top of my head, taking in my scent. I looked up into his eyes, captured by his beautifully sculpted brown eyes. He bit his lip, looking down at me as well.

“Well quit staring Wheeler! What are you waiting for? Or is princess too chic for the freak?”

“Never too chic for you, Eddie.” I said as I entered the passenger side of his van.

God, Chrissy is going to scream when I tell her about this!

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This Only Happens in the Movies - part 4 (finale)

paring : eddie munson x fem!reader

part 3, part 2, part 1

characters : eddie munson

word count: 1.2k

warnings : crying, swearing, angst, SMUT (18+), rough!eddie, dom!eddie

a/n: this was so rushed but i haven’t posted in a few days. i’m sorry this is shit. reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

part 4 tag : @radical-munson

Eddie’s trailer, 1986, 2 days later

Fate, or tragedy? Love, or lust? All these phrases come to Y/N’s mind when she’s thinking about Eddie Munson. After recovering and sulking from their argument, the pair had been trying to communicate their feelings and emotions : in a physical way. Tensions were still high and awkward. The pair knew things wouldn’t be the same after that night, but Eddie made an effort to make ends meet.

“Y/N, are you alright?”. Eddie leaned over towards her on the couch.

Y/N’s head laid between the palms over her hands, hoping Eddie couldn’t see her the annoyance growing on her face as he spoke. The two had unspoken feelings from the days before. One of them was bound to crack sooner or later, surprisingly Eddie was the first to do so. Y/N was a tough woman to crack, even being swoon and head over heels for Eddie, even he couldn’t understand her sometimes. Eddie couldn’t tweak out the mixed signals she sent him. Some days she’d be all over him, kissing his soft velvet marijuana laced lips, and other days she wouldn’t speak to him at all. Today was one of those days.

“I’m fine Eddie, I just don’t want to be bothered by your antics today.”

“What antics, sweetheart?”

Y/N scoffed, looking in his direction. “Don’t start with that sweetheart bullshit, forget I said anything to begin with.” She got up, headed for his bed room. Eddie swiftly followed right behind her, grabbing her shoulder.

“Don’t touch me Munson, seriously I’m not in the mood.”

Eddie looked into her eyes, seeing that fire that grew when she wanted something. He let go of her shoulder, placing his hand on her waist instead. She turned towards him, lips connecting instantaneously. Eddie smirked underneath her trance. He pulled away, laughing in a cocky tone. Y/N’s demeanor immediately changed after seeing he was getting a rise out of her anger.

“Cat got your tongue, doll?”

Y/N pulled him in once again, this time deeper, her tongue gliding across his lips filled with lust. His teeth bit her bottom lip, releasing a moan from her mouth. Eddie took this as a sign to take her back to his bed, lips still interlocked.

“Lay down, sweetheart, I’m going to take care of you.”

Y/N complied immediately, laying down on his bed. She took down her jeans, pushing them off her ankles. Eddie climbed up onto the bed, towering above her physique. A soft grunt fell from his lips as he kissed all around her face, trailing down her abdomen, stopping above her heat. He lifted his shirt above his head, throwing it to the floor and began kissing her v-line. Eddie looked up into Y/N’s eyes, waiting for her to tell him to proceed. She nodded and he pulled down her underwear, stuffing it haphazardly into his pocket. Her bare cunt sitting in front of him, teasing for him to go down on it. His tongue slowly played with her fold, the sensation made her hands fly to his head. Y/N tugged at his hair, releasing lewd moans and drool from her mouth. He picked up his pace, sucking harder on her clit, his fingers dancing around her entrance. One finger slipping in, hitting her g-spot sent shocks throughout her soul. All she could think in the moment was: “God, he looks so pretty.” and the words accidentally slipped out.

“God Eddie, you look so pretty, fuck.” Her words intertwining with vulgar moans.

“Let it all out on my face, sweetheart, cum for me.” With his words, she bucked her hips into his mouth, an orgasm releasing with it. The only words she was able to mutter were his name, as he continued to toy at her clit. Something about this orgasm was different, maybe it was all the pent up anger from the past month, or how much she missed his mouth on her. Eddie lifted his head from between her thighs, with that cocky smile from earlier.

“I guess the cat got your tongue this time, Munson.”

Eddie looked down at her, no expression on his face, but his eyes filled with lust. He began unbuckling his pants, his cock semi-hard from humping against the mattress. Pulling down his boxers, his cock sprang out, the throbbing tip achingly plump and longing for Y/N’s touch. Y/N sat up, hand once against instantaneously traveling to his cock, slowly giving him a few good pumps. Eddie’s head rolled back as she worked her magic, his head feeling light and airy. His hand traced her jaw, bringing it to his lips.

“Flip over, on your stomach darling.” He helped her, using his hands to flip her on her stomach. The cold bite of his metal rings on her waist caused Y/N to let out a soft moan. Her face now pushed into the covers, back arched into the air, Eddie positioned him self in front her entrance. He reached over to his nightstand, grabbing a condom. The anticipation was killing Y/N. Waiting for Eddie to fuck her into the mattress, claiming her as his own. Once he slipped the rubber on, he grasped onto her hips. He immediately bottomed out into her, the pair sharing a gasp. Her slick was shining across his shaft as he sloppily moved in and out of her. Her moans made him grow harder, but were muffled by the blankets. Eddie grabbed her hair, lifting her head from the mattress, releasing a slight yelp from Y/N.

“Chin up baby, I want to hear you scream.”

Eddie picked up his pace, now ramming into her roughly. Y/N closed her eyes tightly, in an attempt to stop the tears from falling. Her wails, loud enough for the neighbours down the street to hear. Her orgasm was growing closer as Eddie kissed down her neck, licking it up and down. Heavy grunts released as he came, ramming into her a final time. Y/N followed right behind him, orgasming deeply as her body squirmed and squeezed in pleasure and pain.

Eddie pulled out, rolling onto the bed, he grabbed Y/N’s waist, pulling their naked bodies together. He began wiping tears and cosmetics from her eyes, kissing her forehead. Y/N pushed his sweat clad bangs from his forehead, detangling his perspired hair.

“Was I too rough?”

“You’re never too rough for me, Eddie. Though I can’t feel my legs.”

Though the pair would never end up in the romantic attraction bubble they were in before, the argument and distance was needed for both of them to figure out who they really were. Sex, disagreements, and miscommunication were all parts of a healthy relationship, not just the ones in the movies.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #fiction #fluff #writing #eddie munson x you #headcanons #imagines

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suffering from writers block rn 👎

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #fiction #fluff #writing #eddie munson x you #headcanons #imagines

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my pretty little secret

he’s so pretty when he goes down on me

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first kiss

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Too Chic for the Freak - part 2

word count : 1.5k

read part 1 : here

paring : eddie munson x fem!wheeler!reader / eddie munson x fem!cheerleader

characters : eddie munson, chrissy cunningham, jason carver, nancy wheeler, hawkins high students

warnings : swearing, name calling, crying, fluff, angst, jason carver mentions

a/n: thank you for all the love on the first part! reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Hawkins Highschool, 1986, Library

God, this is going to be a long year, is all I can think about as I ran out of the cafeteria. Jason just embarrassed me in front of the whole school and all of my “friends”. I don’t understand why they’re so hung up on the fact that I’m tutoring Eddie. Sure, he’s a bit different from our crowd but deep down he’s just a big ol’ nerd! I wish I had the courage to stand up for myself, instead of letting him boss me around like a lap dog. I spent far too long pretending to be someone I’m not. I don’t fit in with all those jocks and cheerleaders. I know I am one but, I don’t enjoy gossiping about other peoples business, and being more occupied about others opinions on me. I don’t want to keep Eddie waiting any longer, I should get to the library.

I tried to wipe the mascara and fallen tears off of my cheek, hoping nobody saw me sobbing the whole way here. The scent of fresh paper, ink, and dust filled my nose as I pushed open the door of the library. It was mostly empty during this time, considering it was lunch. Nice, quiet, and alone. I looked around for the long haired metalhead, searching the tables. I found him at the table in the farthest corner, looking down at a book on his lap. Be cool Y/N, just walk over to him and say hello. Or should I ask him what he’s reading? Maybe compliment him? No that’s too much, just act normal!

“Hey Eddie!”

“Oh, Y/N! Jesus you scared me, we’re the only ones in here.”

“Oh I’m sorry, hey whatcha’ reading?”

“To Kill A Mockingbird, very riveting material.”

How is he so charming without even trying? He looks so pretty just sitting there reading. I put my bag down beside his seat, haphazardly grabbing my notebook and pens from the back pocket. I sensed eyes on me, so I looked up, causing Eddie to turn the other way. Was he staring at me?

“Were you just staring at me, Munson?” Jesus I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“And if I was? Is that a problem Wheeler?”

“No go on, stare some more, I enjoy the attention.”

I noticed Eddie spin his rings again. He’s nervous. Am I making him nervous? There’s no way in hell I’m making Eddie Munson nervous.

“Eddie, are you alright?”

“Never better Wheeler, so about this book?”

“Right, the book, sorry.”

I went to pick up one of my pens, not realizing Eddie was reaching for the same one, our hands brushed up against each other. Eddie pulled his hand away fast, and began scratching the back of his head. I slide the pen towards him, looking up at him with a smile. He smiled back to me, his face bright maroon with a rouge.

“Eddie, are you sure you want to do this? You seem a bit nervous.”

“That’s because you make me nervous, Wheeler.” His voice was almost inaudible, a hushed whisper.

“I’m not one of the big bad cheerleaders that are in the cafeteria, and I’m sure not anything like Jason. I enjoy talking to you Eddie, it’s a relief from Jock Central.”

“Aren’t your friends worried I’m going to sacrifice you for my cult?”

“It beats cheer practice.”

Eddie laughed, flashing his teeth with his radiant smile. He was nothing like how the rest of the school - and the town described him. He had a soft personality that was masked by his exterior. Leather jackets and band pins didn’t hide his charming demeanor. I flipped open to page 30 of the book, taking it from his lap, and placing it on the table. His ring clad hand grabbed the pencil from behind my ear, as he began writing down notes about the characters. His handwriting reflected his personality: a bit messy, but you could still read it. Once he finished writing, I began to explain the plot to him. His face shifted through many expressions as I spoke.

“So you’re telling me, there’s no mockingbirds in the story? Even though it’s called “To Kill A Mockingbird”?”

“Exactly! I mean it makes no sense, why would you name your book about something that has nothing to do with the book!”

We both laughed expressively, earning us a shush from the librarian, and a quiet sorry from Eddie. I turned my head to the sound of the library door opening. In walked my sister, Nancy. When she noticed it was me sitting in the library she made her way toward Eddie and I.

Nancy, I am begging you, please do not embarrass me in front of him.

“Hey little sis! How’s the tutoring going?”

“It’s going good, despite the fact that Eddie reads extremely slow.”

“It’s Y/N’s fault, she didn’t tell me I’d actually have to read.” Eddie threw the book towards me, I swiftly caught it, sticking my tongue out towards him.

“Oh! You’re Eddie! Y/N talks a lot about you, but I didn’t know she was tutoring you.”

“So little Wheeler talks about me at family dinner, wow I am truly honored.” He had a cocky, and smug look painted across his lips.

Jesus Nance, you’re going to be the death of me.

“Yeah, she’s always talking about how cute-“

“That’s enough Nancy! Don’t you have a newspaper to write about?”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m here actually. Just picking up some research materials. You two have fun studying though, see you at home Y/N.”

I let a small bye escape my lips, as I placed my face in my hands, letting out a large sigh.

“I’m sorry about her Eds, I never said that, she just loves to embarrass me.”

“It’s fine Y/N, I’m flattered honestly.”

Flattered? Just let me down easily Eddie, I can take it. I mean I don’t know what I was thinking trying to go for someone who’s the complete opposite of everything and everyone I associate myself with.

“So you don’t think it’s weird that I like you?” I looked down into my lap, trying to avoid the reject that was about to come.

Eddie’s head shot up, facing towards me. He had a confused and surprised look splattered across his face.

“Wait, you like me?”

He didn’t know!? Could he not tell? Maybe I was being too subtle, but Nancy just told him how I talk about him being cute all the time.

“Oh yeah, I thought I made it obvious when I asked you to be my student for tutors week.”

Eddie sat there with his arms crossed against his abdomen. I could tell he was thinking of what to say next. It felt like years when he finally spoke again.

“And this isn’t some trick you and your pep squad have planned to embarrass me?”

“Eddie, I’ve liked you before I even became a cheerleader.”

“But, I thought you were with Jason Carver?”

“God no, he’s been trying to get with me ever since Chrissy introduced me to him last semester. He’s not really my type, and he’s an asshole to you.”

“So what is your type then?”

“I don’t know… long hair? Maybe plays guitar, has his own band? Ring any bells?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. He sort of sounds like this guy I know that likes girls with Y/H/C hair, sparkly white shoes, and are head of the cheer team.”

“I’m not head of the cheer team dummy!”

“Close enough.”

We sat there in silence for about a minute, waiting for the other person to talk first. I really want to kiss him, maybe I should just go for it. My thoughts were suddenly cut off my Eddie’s voice.

“Y/N, can I kiss you?”

Before I could shake my head in response, I pressed my lips agains his. His hand traveled to my cheek, holding it as he rubbed his thumb across my face. His lips tasted of cigarettes, intertwining with my cherry chapstick. I pulled away from his face, slightly blushing from the way I made him flustered.

“Does this mean, you also like me?”

“I don’t go around kissing girls I don’t like, Wheeler.”

Though thoughts of swooning and sparks of romance should have been flooding my mind all I could think about was:

God, I can’t wait to tell Chrissy!

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #fiction #fluff #writing #eddie munson x you #headcanons #imagines #nancy wheeler x robin buckley #jason carver #chrissy stranger things #romance #strangers to lovers

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Could you do a Eddie one where you are one of the cheerleaders and Nancy and Mike sister and also have a crush on Eddie and Mrs O'Donnell asks you to tutor Eddie and you use that as an excuse to get close to him without being judged by Jason and his minions and the rest of the cheerleaders, except for Chrissy who is the only one who knows about her crush on Eddie until he asks you out on a date

Too Chic for the Freak - part 1

summary : as requested above!

paring : eddie munson x fem!wheeler!reader / eddie munson x fem!cheerleader

word count : 1.7k

characters : eddie munson, jason carver, chrissy cunningham, mike wheeler, hawkins high cheerleaders, hawkins high jocks

warnings : swearing, name calling, jason carver, angst

a/n: idk how many parts this is going to be, probably 3 tho! enjoy! reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

Hawkins Highschool, 1986, English class

Boredom is the only word that comes to my mind when I think about Mrs. O’Donnell’s english class. Dreaded reading assignments and dirty jock musk flowed throughout the class room, and the irritating voice of Jason Carver trying to tell a “joke” - if you can even call it that, bring the mood down even further. There are only 2 reason I even show up to this class. One being my best friend since diapers, Chrissy Cunningham. She is the bright spark that I needed to power through the period. The other reason being Eddie Munson. Everytime I think of skipping class, and going to hide in the bathroom for the rest of my lonesome high school years, I remember Eddie’s deep, husky, but charming aura, reminding me to continue the day. Eddie Munson has been at the top of my radar from the beginning of September, pulling me into his presence anytime we crossed paths. Though I thought of skipping class today, this week was tutor week. Ah yes, tutor week, where yet another project of me carrying the weight of my partner while they sit back, doodling with the pencil in their hand. I’m praying I end up with Chrissy, knowing we’re both equally smart, and not with Jason Carver, the cause of my sorrow senior year.

Chrissy leaned over on her desk, talking in a low whisper to avoid being scolded by Mrs. O’Donnell.

“So Y/N, you excited for tutor week?”

“I think excited is the wrong word, hopeful is what I am. Hopeful that Jason might notice the urge I have to scream everytime he talks to me.”

“Y/N! Give him a chance, he’s extremely charming. And he’s the star basketball player! Unless you still want to go for Eddie?”

“So he knows how to put a ball in a hoop?! Wow! What a man! And yes, I’m still trying to build the courage to even look Eddie in the eyes without stuttering.”

Chrissy rolled her eyes, laughing at Y/N’s comments. She noticed Y/N tune out halfway into their conversation, and how her eyes shifted to the desk in front of her. Shaggy long dark brown hair filled her irises as she stared at the back of Eddie’s head.

Mrs. O’Donnell stood in front of the classroom, ready to unleash the cryptic list of tutors she had decided to punish us with this year.

“This year I’m feeling generous, so I’m allowing you all to pick your own students this time.”

Cheers of, “Yes!” and “Damn it!” fell from around the classroom. The only thought on my mind was, how the hell am I going to convince Eddie to be my partner. I noticed Jason get up from his seat, headed toward my desk. He tried to walk with this sort of “swag”, but he looked as if he had a stick up his ass. He sat on the corner of my desk, scooting my books and pencil case the side. I saw Chrissy look at my out the corner of my eye, I gave her a “help me!” sort of look, causing her to cover her laugh with a smile.

“So… Y/N, right? Who are ‘ya picking for tutor week? You know I actually don’t have one yet. Maybe we could pair up, I happen to know a thing or two about Shakespeare. And I could use the good grade.”

“Jason, we’re reading “To Kill a Mockingbird”, and I already have someone in mind for my student.”

God, his voice is grating. Why can’t he see I have no interest in him. I know his type, good girl cheerleaders, all peppy and bright, sunshine and rainbows. His presence casts a dark cloud over that rainbow. Chrissy looks at me, thumb pointing towards Eddie. I quickly take her signal, tapping Eddie on the back. He turned around, confused how he got caught in a Jason and Y/N sandwich.

“Y/N? You need something?”

Spit out the words dumbass! Tell him you want to help him raise his grade! Tell him you want to be alone with him, okay well maybe don’t tell him that.

“Oh, hey Eddie, I was wondering if maybe you wanted me to be your tutor this year?”

“Is this some sick jock driven joke, or do you actually want to help me, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. Sweetheart. SWEETHEART. I swear Chrissy could tell I was about to burst into flames from his pet name. Shit, you’ve been staring at him for too long, say something.

“No joke Eds, I think we could both benefit from the extra help. And I noticed how you always complain about this class, so a little help couldn’t hurt.”

Jason scowled at my words, gears winding in his head, trying to figure out my angle. Eddie squinted, looking me up and down, reading me like a book. His eyes shifted over to Chrissy, who was sitting there talking to one of the other cheerleaders.

“So what about Carver here, why don’t you want to choose him? I think he’s more in your hierarchy anyways.”

“Shut it freak. Aren’t there some virgin girls you need to sacrifice?”

“Aren’t there some cheerleaders out there ‘you need to put your hands down their skirts?

A chuckle from my mouth quickly slipped into a shy grin, as Jason looked down at me, waiting for some sort of rebuttal to defend him. I was too focused on watching how Eddie fiddled with his rings, I noticed it’s a small nervous tic he does.

“Whatever Y/N, have fun with the circus.” He got up from the corner of my desk, storming back to his letting out a huff of air, causing his hair to fly up.

“So, are we going to do this or not Munson? I’d like to get to know you more anyways. Being with jocks all day it’s starting to destroy my brain.”

Eddie’s brain was trying to wrap around the fact that, Y/N L/N , a cheerleader of all people wanted to spend more than this dreaded english class with him. Could she really just be one of the good ones, or is this some ploy those idiots put her up to? He thought.

“You free during lunch? The library is open. Or is the pretty princess to scared to be alone with the school freak?”

“I’m glad to know you think I’m pretty, Munson. And yes I’m free, just let me go to my locker first, and I’ll meet you there.”

“Right then, I’ll see you there sweetheart.”

GOD HE DID IT AGAIN. SWEETHEART. I can feel my heart about to crawl out of my throat and latch on to his.

Eddie turned back around in his seat, facing the other members of his Hellfire club. The group talked about their next upcoming campaign. Chrissy turned over to me, practically squealing in her seat. Her eyes were glowing in excitement, with a touch of fear lingering behind it. She knew how important it was to keep our status up to par with the other athletes in our school. She also knew how important this tutoring session was to me. One step closer to telling him how I feel.

“Y/N, did you hear the way he kept calling you sweetheart? He’s totally into you, forget what I said about Jason. Go for him!”

“I can’t believe I’m going to be tutoring Eddie Munson. God you don’t even know how long I have waited for a moment alone with him, without Jason breathing my neck.”

Hawkins Highschool, 1986, Cafeteria

The lunch line is were the most gossip was spread. Who’s pregnant, who’s dating who, and today’s topic, I’m tutoring Eddie Munson.

“Y/N, he’s going to force you to like, sacrifice yourself to the Devil for his satanic cult.”

“Shut up Jess, she’s just helping him with his english grade!”

Chrissy tried to cover for me the best she could, but nevertheless small hints could come out her mouth sometimes. Some of the girls were too focused on the fact that I’d be spending time alone with Eddie, than the fact that I had a crush on him. The 3 of us walked to our table in the center of the cafeteria, lunch trays in hand. I sat down in my usual spot next to Chrissy. I could feel Jason’s eyes raining down on me like a gloomy day. I think he was more upset at the fact that I chose Eddie over him, his ego needed some bruising though.

When I noticed it had been 10 whole minutes of us gossiping, I had to head down to the library. The cafeteria seemed quieter, seeing that Eddie wasn’t at his usual table. I began getting up from my seat, when I heard Jason say something slick.

“Where you off to Y/N, off to sleep with the freak for 7 more years of life?”

Slight ooos could be heard from his basketball morons. Chrissy hit him on the shoulder, telling him to knock it off.

“It’s not like I’m wrong, am I Y/N? I always knew you were into satanic masters? Maybe that’s why you didn’t want to go out with me last week,” He began getting up from his seat, walking towards me. He pushed the lunch tray in my hands against my chest, slightly thumping the milk carton on top of it. “Do you want him to turn you into his little sex slave voodoo doll?”

His friend, Josh stood up, touching him on the shoulder.

“I think she got the point man, lay off.” Jason shoved his hand off his shoulder. He had a bit of height on him. It felt as if he was towering on top of me, ready to pounce.

“Jason, I swear I’m just tutoring him. I mean you were there when I asked him. His grade is low and he needs the help!”

“Whatever Y/N, but don’t come back in here with his little satanic friends, or you’ll be sitting over there.” He pointed towards the table filled with Hellfire club members.

Please don’t cry, don’t let them see you cry. He already sees you as some weak little crybaby who can’t stand up for herself.

I darted for the cafeteria doors, tears slowly starting to drip on to my skirt. I noticed my brother, Mike look at me, and then to Jason as I walked toward the door, pushing it open and halting to the library.

God, this is going to be a long year.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #fiction #fluff #writing #eddie munson x you #headcanons #imagines #jason carver #chrissy stranger things #chrissy cunningham #nancy wheeler x robin buckley #nancy wheeler x reader

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hellfireslut · 2 years

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I DEMAND A PART TWO OF MY KIND OF WOMAN

DEMAND I TELL YOU 🤣🤣🤣😂

my kind of woman pt 2 .

paring: eddie munson x hyperfem!reader

summary: where you have the freak of the school wrapped around your finger

warnings: reader is kind of shy at first , jason carver, the reader stutters a couple times ( shut up some people actually stutter really bad aka me and I can’t control it stfu ) , reader is so oblivious , clumsy reader, reader talks fast , mention of insecurities

dedications: @da-pink-alligator @kissmyquill @chaotic-nuetral @hellfireslut @lankysimp @golden-wander @mcladybug @salembridger @browneyes528

an: i’m glad you guys like this series <3 send in scenarios or request something!!!

part one | part three ( ? )

You let out a breath of relief. School was finally over and you couldn’t be more happy. You were excited to hang out with the guys after school. You felt pretty accomplished to have five new friends already.

You were walking towards the bike rack, spotting Jason and his friends, looking straight towards you. Your legs moved faster towards the rack. Grabbing your white bike with pink ribbons on the handles.

“You’re ruining your reputation” You jumped and whipped your body around to see Jason. “Huh?”

“What are you trying to do? Get recruited into a satanic cult. Those guys aren’t gonna do you any good. So if you wanna stay liked at this school. I suggest you stay away from them.” Before you could say anything he’d already walked away.

Your nose was scrunched in confusion. Who even was Jason Carver. Why is he talking to you? And why does he think he knows you? So many questions ran through your head.

Meanwhile, Eddie was holding Dustin in a chokehold. Rubbing off your number on Dustin’s hand. “What the hell dude!”

“The number is gone!” Eddie mocked in a high pitched voice. Eddie released Dustin from the headlock. “No shit!” Dustin was in utter confusion. “How the hell are we gonna call her now?”

A knowing smirk rising on Eddie’s face as Dustin suddenly came to the realization. “I’ll meet you at Gareth’s” Eddie patted Dustin’s shoulder before walking away.

Eddie spotted you getting on your bike. “If it isn’t my pretty little sacrifice” You looked up to see Eddie smiling brightly at you. You felt a tingle in your stomach at his words. My

“Hey Eddie. You going home?” You sucked in a breath. “Sorry that was stupid. Of course you’re going home. Where else would you be going? Canda.” You laughed at your own joke.

“This your ride?” Eddie eyed your bike. Your grip tighter on the handles, hoping you didn’t look like a pre schooler.

“Yep” You nervously laughed and nodded.

“I can drive you home if you want” Eddie leaned his arm on the rack. “Uhm. You don’t have to. I need the workout anyway”

“I think you’re in perfectly good shape. Besides what type of friend would I be to let you bike home.” You stepped off of your bike and Eddie grabbed onto it, leading you guys to his van.

He put your bike in the back and opened the car door for you. He turned his head back to see Dustin and the guys staring at you climbing into his car.

He could see the defeat in Dustin’s eyes. He had already won you over and made his point that you were his.

He got into the drivers seat, starting up his van. “Okay so where to?” He pulled out of the parking lot.

“Do you know where the trailer park is?” You looked over to Eddie to see an unreadable expression on his face.

“Something wrong?” You mentally hoped he wasn’t judging you, knowing how most people would react.

“No.No of course not. It’s just that I live there too” He smiled, turning the corner. Eddie’s heart sped up at the sight of your face. Your face practically glowed up with excitement.

“That’s so cool! We can have like sleepovers” You paused after realizing what you had said “Wait do guys have sleep overs?”

“Normally…no but, i’ll make an exception for you”You nodded, already planning your outfits.

“Okay so this is like so off topic but, if you could be any fruit what would you be and why” You rambled as many many words flew out of your mouth.

Eddie chuckled. You were pretty odd. He liked that. A lot.

Eddie opened his mouth to respond but you spoke up again. “I think you’d be a strawberry”

“Me? A strawberry. I find that hard to believe” You shook your head. “Okay so we know strawberries are red which is appealing to the eye. Okay so you are the strawberry, very appealing to the eye. But when I sat next to you I had no idea if you were going to be a complete asshole or if you were going to be like super nice. So back to the strawberries sometimes when you bite them they can be bitter and tingle your gums and it feels all weird” Eddie looked over at you with a smile as you two has this very serious fruit discussion.

“But also they can be sweet so in the end strawberries are unpredictable. You are unpredictable, I don’t really know what to expect from you. When we buy strawberries we observe them to see if they are good or not, just by how you look though. We don’t know how they really taste. Society picks and chooses who the freaks are and who aren’t. They judge based off of looks not by how you are on the inside” A silence pass through the van as you took a deep breath.

“Damn girl. That was deep” Eddie pulled into the trailer park. You laughed softly, “I get carried away sometimes. But uh yeah. I think you’re a strawberry”

Eddie was definitely a strawberry the way his face bloomed with red. He’d never been this flustered before. Especially by a rant about strawberries.

You directed Eddie towards your trailer, grabbing your bags. “Hey, since we live in the same neighborhood how bout’ we both go to Gareth’s?” Eddie suggested, stumbling slightly.

“Yeah im down” You smiled and moved to open the door. “Wait one more thing. Dustin lost your number so could you give it to me? I’ll be sure to give it to dustin” Eddie lied straight through his teeth.

“Oh yeah! I’ll write it on paper this time” You wrote the number down on a ripped piece of paper. “ i’ll see you later eds” You waved before entering your trailer.

Eds

“She gave me a nickname, Oh my god” Eddie stared down at the number. He wasn’t gonna give the number to Dustin of course. He was just going to keep it, you, all to himself.Eddie quickly parked his van before rushing into his room, face planting into a pillow.

You gave him a nickname

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「 jealousy, jealously 」

eddie munson x henderson!fem reader

summary: you were a part of hellfire long before your brother and his friends got to high school, yet they fit right into the club while you get pushed aside.

requested: no

word count: 6.4k

warnings: light angst, jealousy, brief arguing/raised voices, lots of fluff, kissing, fake gagging, few curse words

a/n: i apparently can’t write short fics for eddie, but i don’t think anyone is complaining about it. plus, i think the fics are freaking adorable & i’m highkey kinda proud of them. so i hope you continue enjoying them, as i’ve got plenty of ideas for him with more coming daily. if you’ve got an idea you’d like done (for eddie or any other st character) feel free to send it my way & i’ll give it a go. also, i couldn’t think of a better title than this, but the actual fic has no purposeful inpsiration from the olivia rodrigo song. i hope you enjoy it regardless! Xx

You groan as you see your brother and his friends make their way through the cafeteria towards you. Knowing it was their first day of high school, you had no doubt they’d try to sit with you. It’s not that you don’t want them to, but you’re terrified that they’ll embarrass you in front of your long-standing crush and dungeon master.

It had been a few months into your freshman year of high school when the small group of friends you’d found yourself in started ranting about how weird and creepy the Hellfire club - and their leader, Eddie Munson - was. You didn’t quite hold the same opinions, though, since you’d been playing the game for a few years by then. In fact, you had only recently given it up when the friend you played with moved towns.

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send in request 4 eddie fanfics, also steve too bc i’m going to start writing 4 him!

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #fiction #fluff #writing #eddie munson x you #headcanons #imagines #steve harrington x reader

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hellfireslut · 2 years

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Hear me out childhood best friends with Eddie Munson and he gets jealous that your going on a date with some random person and all before your done getting ready this man confesses his feelings kisses you and leaves you’re with a pretty little mark (not so little) so your date knows your taken . Also this man would 100% answer the door and tell your date you can’t make it cause your busy 🕺🏻

Marked [Eddie Munson]

warnings ; nsfw themes, hickeys, implied sex, eddie being slightly rough, steve being a lil upset >.<

summary: your best friend since childhood, eddie munson, has been hiding a secret from you

quick a/n: req open! also thank u anon 4 the suggestion 💞

It can be a slight inconvenience, being such good friends with Eddie Munson. A large amount of the clothes you own reside at his trailer, and it isn’t exactly great in times of crisis - times of crisis such as going on a date with Steve Harrington, arguably one of the most attractive guys in Hawkins. You aren’t sure exactly how you caught his eye - maybe its the fact you’re exceptionally nice to Henderson - but nonetheless, the fact Steve Harrington wanted to take you out made your heart beam with excitement.

Unsure of what to wear, you stand in the middle of Eddie’s trailer. You had phoned Steve and told him there would have to be a slight change of plans; he would have to pick you up from Eddie’s residency rather than yours. He didn’t seem to mind, and asked if you needed some extra time to get ready. You had said yes, and Steve had told you he’d be coming to pick you up in twenty minutes.

“This is so difficult,” you groan, throwing your hands at your side. From the couch, Eddie watches you, a slightly amused smirk on his lips; legs spread comfortably, watching you struggle. “How am I supposed to look good enough for Steve Harrington?”

The name makes Eddie’s fists clench, and he tries to hold back any annoyance which may slip into his tone. “You’d look good in anything. Hell, you look good in what you’re wearing now.”

“What, my Hellfire Club shirt and these jeans?” You like down at your trousers, which are somewhat ripped and scratched open behind repair. “Yeah; no thanks, Eds. Gotta be good. Maybe I need to wear a dress or somethin’.”

Eddie watches as you rummage through the pile of clothes on the floor. He knows that somewhere in the pile there is a dress, but he doesn’t want to see you go out in it. His face flushes red at the thought. He remembers the dress, and you in it, like it was yesterday. Red, lacy, short. He remembers how you asked him if it looked good, if it would turn a couple of heads. He had said yes, but then followed it up with the fact it wasn’t exactly appropriate to wear it to school and that you’d get dress coded after you had brought it and thrown away the receipt. He prays that you will not find that dress in the pile, despite the fact he’s very aware that the dress is probably in the pile. It’s not left his trailer. You’ve never had an occasion good enough to wear it.

In all honesty, Eddie isn’t sure why he feels this way about you. When the feelings first came to light, he felt embarrassed; worried, like he had betrayed your friendship and everything it stood for. So Eddie shunned his feelings away, despite the lingering glances he gave you or the many songs he had written about you. You weren’t to know, and he refuses let you know, so why does he feel so sick at the thought of you going out with somebody else?

It’s like Eddie’s worst nightmare is coming true. You’re standing in his living room, getting ready to go on a date with someone else. That someone else being Steve Harrington. The King of Hawkins. The thought of it makes him feel physically nauseous, and he tries to hide the scowl on his face as you hold the dress up to your body.

“You’re gonna wear that dress?” Eddie asks, raising his brow. “For Steve Harrington?”

“What is your problem with Steve?” you laugh, examining the dress. “I think this’ll do just fine.”

Eddie can’t help the pang of jealousy that pulls at his heart as you begin to undress in front of him. He’s seen you in your underwear many times before - courtesy of him being your best friend and all - and each time it leaves him in awe. You’re perfect; you make his heart race, and if only he could get the courage to actually tell you that, maybe you’d be dressing up for him rather than Steve-fucking-Harrington. The thought of you sitting next to Steve with the dress riding up your thighs as the two of you watch a movie makes him scowl to himself.

Slipping the dress over your head, you try to ignore Eddie’s eyes on you. You shuffle around, trying to get more comfortable in your attire. The lace is slightly annoying, but after a few readjustments you can barely feel it anymore. “Do I look good, Eddie?” there’s a teasing tone in your voice as you turn to face him. “Up to your standards?”

It’s like his breath has been knocked out of his lungs. The dress fits you perfectly - too perfectly. It hugs your curves, your waist, is loose on the front but tight on your chest, and he can’t help the wolf whistle that leaves him.

“You’re always up to my standards, y/n. I think you should gimmie a spin,” he tells you, standing up and edging towards you. When you laugh in response, Eddie raises his eyebrows. His eyes stare into yours, and you’re suddenly aware of how close the both of you are to one another. “‘M serious. Gimmie a spin.”

Face flushing red, you spin around, the dress flowing at your thighs. Eddie watches in awe; and when you’re facing him again, he rests his hand on your cheek. He’s so beautiful, you admit to yourself. Long lashes, sharp cheekbones, plump lips. His eyes, such a peculiar shade of brown, hold a loving look in them, and you can’t help the goosebumps that chase up your spine. He smells intoxicating, like pine and cigarettes and cheap cologne and magazines and everything good in the world and it makes your thoughts race a hundred miles an hour.

“You look… well, you look breathtaking,” he flicks you a grin, and his eyes never leave your body. “Too good for Harrington. You need someone who’ll actually treat you right.”

A soft giggle leaves your lips. Eddie’s hands reside on your hips and you can’t help the fluttering of your heart at his closeness. “Harrington’s nice,” you murmur. “He’ll know how to treat me like the lady I am.”

“Lady?” Eddie laughs. “You’re not modest enough to be a lady, sweetheart.” His voice drops an octave and it’s so low it sounds like a grumble. His tone is teasing, low, desperate. You shiver at the closeness of him.

You can’t help the mewl that leaves your mouth as his lips brush against your ear. Your heart races in your chest, wondering what Eddie’s next move will be. He’s so close, he’s practically suffocating you, and you’re drowning in his smell. He’s intoxicating. “Harrington wouldn’t know what to do with a girl like you.” His grip on your hips tightens, and he places a gentle kiss against your ear.

“If Harrington can’t handle me, then I don’t think anyone can.” Your voice is low, a whisper, and you look at Eddie with your doe-eyes and he feels his cock harden in his jeans.

God, he needs you, and he’s gonna show you just how much.

“You see, sweetheart, I disagree.” You don’t realise he’s moving you until you’re pressed up against one of his living room walls. You whimper at the close proximity, and stare up at Eddie, your best friend, whose face has twisted into something so unfamiliar it makes heat rush to your core. He looks so infatuated with you, it makes your stomach explode with butterflies. “I think I know just the guy who knows how to put up with you. All of your moods, all of your problems.”

“Yeah?” you whisper, a lump seemingly stuck in your throat. “And whose that, Eds?”

“‘S me. You’re mine, sweetheart.” Eddie tells you, and his voice is so low it makes your knees weaken. He’s so close to you, and he smells so good - like pine and cigarettes and cologne. “You’ve always been mine. Ever since we were kids, haven’t you?”

It’s like he’s forced you into submission. Like he’s taken out some pieces of you and put them back together correctly. It’s always been Eddie. Nobody could come close to him. Eddie’s hands grab your cheeks and your face burns a deep shade of red. “I’m yours, Eddie,” you murmur in response, your voice weak. “Always have been. Always will be.”

Eddie laughs dryly. “Always been mine and yet you’re gonna go out with Harrington, wearing this,” he gestures to your dress. When you try to interrupt him, he shushes you. “Don’t worry, baby. You can wear what you like. But I’m gonna show Harrington that you’re mine.”

Before you can ask him how, he dips his head into the base of your neck and begins to plant soft, sloppy kisses to it. You buck your hips into his softly, and he groans into your neck. He’s waited for this for years. He’s been pining for fucking years. His teeth dig into the skin of your neck and you whimper softly. He sucks and laps at your neck, biting down hard enough to break skin, and when the metallic taste of blood fills his mouth, he moans. The sound of it makes goosebumps run down your arms, and your heart races. Your hands find their way into the curls of his hair, and you grip them, tight, and he bites down on your neck again in response. A yelp of pain escapes you, and he sucks and kisses and licks your neck again, before he pulls away.

Eddie’s lips are red with what you assume are tiny droplets of your blood, and he brushes his thumb over the mark he’s left, smiling to himself. “Now everybody’s gonna know you’re mine, baby,” he says, staring down at you. “It looks good. Suits ya. Does it hurt?”

“Not too bad.”

You gaze into Eddie’s eyes, and lean into him. His lips meet yours, and your stomach flutters in response. He fits against you perfectly, and you wonder why it took you so long to admit your true feelings. Eddie wonders the same.

The sound of a car horn interrupts the two of you, and your face flushes red at the realisation. In the moments where his lips were pressing hungrily against your neck you had completely forgotten about Steve. Both of you go silent, and you stare at one another. Eddie laughs slightly, and when he hears a knock at his trailer door, he raises a brow.

Before you can stop him, Eddie’s at the door. You trail behind him, standing like a deer in headlights when he opens the door. Steve stares at the two of you, his eyebrows furrowing. “Hey, are you almost ready?” he asks. “You’re a few minutes late.”

“Oh yeah, she’s not going out tonight,” Eddie announces, talking for you. “She’s gonna be a little busy.”

Steve furrows his eyebrows. “She said she was free tonight. What- what’s she busy doing?”

Sighing heavily, Eddie grabs your wrist and begins to shut his trailer door. “Me,” he tells Steve, before shutting it completely.

Your eyes trail up to Eddie’s face, feeling bad for the boy on the opposite side of the door, but Eddie seems to have no issue with it. He smirks down at you, his curls falling over his eyes slightly as he rests his his thumb on your chin.

“So, are we gonna continue where we left off?”

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This Only Happens in the Movies - part 3

paring : eddie munson x fem!reader

part 1, part 2

characters : eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley

word count : 1.9k (yay my longest story!!)

warnings : swearing, angst, mentions of crying, mentions of starvation, depression, cliff hanger ending lowkey hehe

Family Video, 1986, 2 weeks later

Y/N sat in the back office of the Family Video store, her eyes shut closed, holding back a dam of tears. A dark incubus of regret and sorrow brimmed her eyes every time she closed them. All her mind could make out was the feeling she felt that night at Eddie’s trailer. A touch of heaven slowly dropping to hell in the span of a minute. Her heart fell to pieces anytime he threw himself into her memory. Her heart has a firing squad lined up the perimeter of it, shooting every-time she thought of his raspy voice. Real love being gathered for the first time. A touch of his real love being ripped apart from her heart. “A great friend.” seemed like the only words her brain could comprehend. The dripping of rain hitting the sun roof window above her synced with her slow and rambunctious heart beat. Y/N jumped slightly, biting the soft part inside her mouth as she heard a soft knock across the door.

“Y/N, hun, your break ended 10 minutes ago. Can I come in?” Steve heard faint sniffles from beyond the door. None of her friends had seen her in such a state of depression and self loathing. A soft “Sure” came from her mouth. As he opened the door, his heart dropped to his feet. Y/N sat there, tears and mascara running down her face, snot falling from her nose, and sweat weeping from all across her frame.

He immediately walked towards her, crouching down to her level. Y/N looked up at him and saw the horror glowing in his eyes. His eyes told a story of reassurance and comfort. Her body rolled on top of his, letting out loud sobs for the whole store to hear. Steve wrapped his arms around her shoulders, tightly securing her into his embrace. Tears trickled down his shoulder, sobs only growing louder as he rubbed his hands up and down her back. Y/N pulled away from the moment as she looked up, seeing Robin standing at the door frame, her arms crossed on her chest, looking down at her shoes. Steve turned around, noticing what Y/N was staring at. He waved his arm, signaling Robin to come over. Robin walked behind the pair, wrapping her arms around Y/N, smothering her as more sobs fell down her face.

“Y/N, what’s going on? You’ve been down for the past 2 weeks.”

“It’s.. it’s Eddie. We’re over. I fucked everything up because I jumped to conclusions,” Steve and Robin nodded as they listened to her finally let out what she’s been holding in. The two shared looks of sincerity and despair. “I thought he genuinely loved me, he bought me a necklace for God’s sake, and then he told me I was a,” her voice cracked before she let out the dreaded words. “great friend. He yelled at me, reminding me that we agreed to keep things casual. But I only said that because he suggested it!”

“I swear to God, I’m going to kick that freaks ass!” Steve got up, he started breathing heavily, a fist forming on his right hand. Robin stood as well, hitting Steve’s arm.

“Dingus, this isn’t the time to go all “King Steve” and fight Eddie. I’m sure he’s at home, even more crushed at himself for hurting Y/N.”

Eddie’s Trailer, 1986

Robin was right, Eddie was in worse shape than Y/N. The boy hadn’t left his been since the incident, only getting up to use the bathroom. His appetite had completely gone, in result of his constant smoking. He mourned, getting through each day high, and weeping into the gold chain on his nightstand each night. The night replayed in his mind, even when he thought he was getting over it all. A video of Y/N throwing the necklace to the ground replayed in his eyes when he closed them, tears welling up in his orbs. Memoirs of her beauty and her stature flooded his empty head. No one had ever had this much control over his before in his years. When he woke up, rolling over on his side, fear grew in his heart at the sight of her not next to him in his bed. Her face, a melody trapped in his head and soul. Through his sobs he heard the doorbell ring. Eddie groaned, wiping tears from his puffed face. Some hope grew on his face, praying to whatever God that somehow, Y/N would be at his door. When he made it to the front door he let out a soft, almost inaudible plea of guilt. He swung the door open, a slight inch of disappointment grew on his face, as he was greeted by Steve and Robin.

Steve stood at the door way, his hands placed tensely on his hips, looking Eddie up and down from hair to heels. Steve looked as if he was about to pounce at the sight of his glum face. Robin stared directly into his eyes, cocking her eyebrow at the way he stood there, dumbfound. Eddie looked as if he could pass out then and there, slowly shutting the door in their faces. Robin placed her hand on the door, halting his action. The door swung backwards, crashing into the wall.

“Look, if you’re here to make me feel worse than I already do, you’ve done it already.” Eddie was took aback as Steve slowly paced towards him. The men were almost face to face, Robin still standing in the doorway, giving Eddie a look of irritation.

“Look Munson, Y/N told us enough already for me to want to beat your ass, but we’ve come here to listen to you.”

Eddie looked over Steve’s shoulder, toward his car parked outside his trailer. He gazed into the back seat, seeing Y/N in the back, anxiously waiting for them to come back to the car. He pushed Steve out of his way, sprinting towards the front door. Robin put her arms across the doorway, blocking Eddie from walking out.

“You’re only allowed to talk to her, once you’ve told us what you’ve done.” Robin pushed his chest back a bit, leading him toward Steve.

“Didn’t you tell me she already told you the story? Or is Harrington here too dumb to comprehend words?”

“Don’t get smart with her, Munson. You don’t know what it took to even get her into that car. She’s too broken down to even get out of it and see you. I know dirtbags like you, looking for an easy girl to go and break their heart. Y/N’s stronger than that,” Steve pushed his index finger into Eddie’s chest. “strong enough to bounce back from your bullshit.”

“Did she mention the part where we agreed to keep things casual? Oh and I bet she didn’t say how she took my words the wrong way, did she? So if you’re here to beat me up, go right ahead, but that’s not going to stop her,” he said, pointing towards the car, as she saw Y/N stepping out of the backseat, headed toward the door. “from crying.”

Steve and Robin both turned their heads in unison, look at Y/N. She rubbed her eyes walking underneath Robin’s arms that guarded the frame. The 3 watched as she walked to Eddie. She stood in front of him, watching his eyes form tears into the corners. Y/N dropped into his chest, her arms swinging around his waist, sobbing into his stained shirt. His arms wrapped around her shoulders. The pair stood there crying into each others warm embrace. Eddie couldn’t form any words besides “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m an idiot I know.” He pulled away from her, grabbing her face with both of his hands. The cold metal sensation brought back a flood of tears, that fell onto his fingers. Y/N looked into his eyes, searching for some feeling of love. His eyes puffy, filled with deplore, penitence, and rue.

Y/N grabbed his cheek, pulling him toward her face. Their lips collided, sending the reignited spark into their souls. The salty taste of his tears filled her mouth, letting a sigh fall from her throat. Eddie pulled away first, holding her hands now, looking at her visage. He took in every feature of her melancholy frame.

“Y/N, I never meant to hurt you, all of the words came out wrong, and I should have chased you down the street, instead of crying in my room like a dumbass.”

“Well you’re right about one thing.” Steve said snickering. He looked at Robin for back up, ultimately receiving a deadly stare from Eddie.

“Don’t listen to Steve, I’m just glad they brought me here,” Y/N said in a whisper. “I didn’t realize how hard it was to not be with you every single day. I love being around you, and if that means just being friends, I’ll have to learn how to deal with that.”

“That’s not what I want, I want to be yours. From the first day I saw you at the Family Video, I knew from that moment I’d love you forever. I never wanted to lead you on, I just couldn’t find the right words, and there’s not enough to tell you how I feel, and how I’ll always feel. Because when I’m with you, Y/N, everything else disappears, and I’m just left with the woman I want.”

A feeling of resent filled both Robin, and Steve’s minds. Maybe the threatening towards Eddie was too far, but it allowed the two to see his true intentions. He wasn’t using Y/N, he was just an idiot infatuated and scrambling with the words of affirmation.

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Pretty Girl III

a/n: okay, here is part 3. so sorry it took so long. pls tell me what u guys think. I've been so nervous to post this

w/c: 3.2k

pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

summary: Dustin wouldn't shut up about the pretty girl that joined hellfire to sub for Lucas, when Steve met her he understood why. and now they're on their first date

warnings: none tbh, idk if i even cursed but jic maybe curse words, fluff, tons and tons of fluff

!!!PART 1!!! !!!PART 2!!!

Steve Harrington was officially done for. Completely hopeless. After the movie at his place, he could not stop thinking about you. He didn’t spare any time thinking about anything other than your pretty smile and your pretty eyes and your pretty hand in his. Which obviously prompted Robin’s nonstop teasing.

The movie night had been a success, when it ended, he begrudgingly played chauffeur for everyone. Steve complained about driving everyone around all the time, but he genuinely didn’t mind it. In fact, he kind of loved it. He liked feeling needed. He would never admit it to Robin and the rest of the arrogant little pests. He had enough with the teasing about you, he wasn’t going to willingly give them any more ammunition.

On the drive to everyone’s homes he was thinking of a thousand ways to ask you on a proper date, but in the end, Dustin insisted on being dropped off last, claiming to have something really important to talk to Steve about. When the little moron started talking about this ‘very important’ thing, Steve felt like he was going to combust.

“You totally like (y/n) right?”

“Henderson, this better not be what you wanted to talk about.”

“What? This is important information. I could help you ask her on a date.”

Steve punched him on the shoulder. “I was going to, dickhead! When I finished dropping you and Robin off.”

Dustin felt so dumb when it finally clicked in his head. He totally cock-blocked his friend and he was going to find a way to fix it. And so there Steve was. Parked outside of Hawkins High, leaning on the hood of his car. The sun was setting behind the school, painting the sky several shades of orange and pink. The brisk summer breeze rustling some leaves.

Dustin’s idea was to have Steve pick him up from Hellfire in order to create a casual ‘accidental’ meet up. He kept telling Steve to trust him, arguing that he was a far better wing-man than Robin.

Steve had his arms crossed, digging the heel of his shoe into the dirt when he heard your giggle. You were walking out of the school with Dustin and Eddie. He was almost mad at how fast his face warmed just looking at you. You were so radiant you even made the Hellfire Club shirt look nice.

“Oh Steve! I totally forgot you were picking me up!” Dustin was speaking way too loudly and it made Steve roll his eyes. This kid was the worst actor in the world. The curly haired boy grabbed your hand and dragged you towards Steve’s BMW. “Look, (y/n). It’s Steve!” When you were two feet away from him, Dustin began to start yelling again. “Oh no, I forgot something back in the room. I must go retrieve that.” He turned around, walking away without another word.

You and Steve looked at each other for a moment before you both started laughing.

“I’m sorry.” Steve shook his head. “Clearly this was a set up. I just wanted to see you again, and I didn’t think Henderson would be such a bad liar.”

“You wanted to see me again?” You whispered, voice coy.

Steve felt like he was malfunctioning. There was no way one person could be so adorable without even trying. “Yeah, of course. I’ve got to tell you; I’m still finding potato chip crumbs around my kitchen.” He chuckled, trying to play it a little cooler.

You put your hands up to your face immediately, trying your best to hide the embarrassment from him. “Oh, god. I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, I’m kidding.” He gently grabbed your wrist and lowered your hands from your face. “Don’t hide that pretty face from me.” His hand slid down to get a hold of yours. Steve thought about how your hand felt like it was made to fit in his and how he wished he’d never have to let it go. “Actually, umm, I wanted to ask you” Steve intertwined your fingers. “if you would maybe like to go on a date with me. Just you and me.”

You looked up at him doe eyed as your head spun, Steve’s words were candy sweet and it made it very hard to focus. He was unknowingly chipping away at your heart with every touch and keeping each piece for himself. Honestly, you didn’t care, the second you walked into Family Video your heart was his for the taking.

“Y-yes. I would love that.”

Steve rubbed your knuckles with his thumb, in an attempt to comfort you when he realized he was making you nervous. “We can go do whatever you want. Say anything and I’ll do it.” His eyes scanned over every one of your features.

Everyone knew Steve Harrington was a charismatic guy. I mean he wouldn’t have been dubbed King Steve without the charm. But nothing could prepare you for this. Your legs felt like jelly with every word he spoke.

“Actually, I’ve been wanting watch this new movie. Top Sun or something.”

“Top Gun?”

“Yeah! Top Gun. Some guys in Hellfire were talking about it.”

His smile was big and warm. “Then that’s what we’ll do. I’ll pick you up at 8, okay?” He squeezed your hand before letting it go, immediately missing the feeling of it.

You nodded your head a little too enthusiastically. You stood there a moment, looking at him. It was now our never. You took a deep breath, stood on the tip of your toes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. Your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest. Without looking back, you sped walked to your bike.

You left Steve frozen. He felt a smile begin to spread on his face as he reached up to trace where your lips touched his cheek. Yeah, completely done for.

Apparently, Dustin had been watching the whole interaction from inside the school. When he saw you leave, he walked over to Steve and jumped up and down in front of him, giggling like a little kid.

“See! What’d I tell ya?” He was very pleased with his participation in – he insisted on naming the plan when he was briefing Steve – operation get the maiden. He was trying to help Steve but he was also trying to help you. Dustin didn’t know you super well but he thought you were one of the kindest people he had ever met. He thought you and Steve could really make each other happy and you both deserved that.

“Yeah, yeah, Henderson. Don’t get cocky.” He chuckled whilst he opened the car doors.

It was 7:56 PM and you were sat on the couch in your living room. You were trying really hard to keep your breathing leveled. This was your first formal date ever and it was with Steve fucking Harrington. You had never been more nervous in your life. Which is saying a lot because in the 3rd grade you had been in a school production of The Wizard of Oz and you were so nervous you puked all over the stage.

Steve wasn’t really doing any better. He had gone on hundreds of dates, especially recently; Heidi, Katy, Lisa, whatever. But this felt different, it felt real and as scary as that was, he was excited. He was standing outside your door, constantly looking down at his watch. He anxiously waited for it to hit 8, took a deep breath and knocked on your door.

The door swung open and when he saw you, he sucked in a breath. Steve couldn’t believe how lucky people were to have the chance to look at you, himself included. You were wearing this cute sundress; intricate flowers embroidered on the bodice, the skirt was the most flowy material he had ever seen, and the straps were made of pretty lace.

“Wow.” He mumbled under his breath. He just stared at you for a few seconds.

You looked down at your dress when he didn’t say anything else. “I wasn’t sure about the dress. I can change if you think it’s too much.”

“No!” He said entirely too quickly. “You’re like some sort of angel or something.” He was thinking out loud. Steve thought about how you looked like you had just walked out of a dream, delicate like a promise and pretty as the stars.

You smiled brightly up at him, your lips glossy. You took a proper look at Steve and couldn’t fathom how he liked you when he was literally the most beautiful man in the world. He was wearing blue jeans, god, never have jeans looked so good on a person. His cable knit sweater hugged his arms so nicely. He was, for lack of better of better words, hot and it made your face warm thinking about it.

With your bag on your shoulder, you stepped out of the house and locked the door. You made eye contact with Steve. “I’m ready then.”

He shook his head and told himself to focus. “Oh, yeah.” He was trying really hard not to stumble over his words. “Right, right. The movie starts in like 30 minutes so we should head out.” Steve walked ahead of you to the car, opening your door for you. If there was one thing, he was sure of, it was that he was going to be the most gentleman out of all the goddamn gentlemen out there. This date was going to be the best one you would ever have; he was going to make sure of it.

At the movie theater Steve walked with you to find some seats. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart.” He came back with just about everything at the concession stand for you. Popcorn, soda, candy, nachos, the works. You saw him struggling with all the food in his arms. You tried to help him but he kept telling you he could do it, so you sat back down. He started handing you the food and he looked so happy you really didn’t have the heart to tell him you didn’t like popcorn.

“Thank you, Steve. I was starved.” You took a sip from your soda, offering him the straw when you were done.

Steve smiled. “No problem at all.” He leaned forward to where you were holding the cup and took a drink from your coke. It felt oddly intimate but in a way that somehow made sense.

Almost every seat in the theater was occupied by other people. There was a family sitting in front of you and a group of friends one seat to your right. It smelled so strongly of popcorn and although you weren’t a fan of it you knew that the smell will forever remind you of tonight and that was okay with you.

Steve was looking at the side of your face whilst the opening credits of the movie played on the screen. The music was loud enough for him to talk to you without bothering anyone. “So, how’s hellfire going?”

You turned your head towards him and started to whisper. “It’s so cool, I still don’t really know a ton but Eddie is an amazing storyteller, really. We can never guess where the story is going and trust me, we all try. Actually, last session my character, she’s an elf by the way, she almost died. I was so sure she would but Dustin helped-“ You cut yourself off, realizing you had been rambling. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I do that sometimes, the rambling thing. I just get kinda nervous. Next time I do it you can just tell me to shut up.”

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed. “Hey, I would never tell you to shut up, okay?” He puts his hand on top of yours. “I asked you a question ‘cause I wanted to hear your answer, pretty girl. I like listening to you.”

I like listening to you playing over and over in your head. No one had ever said that to you before. Growing up everyone around you chastised you for talking more than anyone really cared for. Constantly telling you that you would only make friends by being quiet. So naturally it made it hard to believe that anyone could care about what you had to say. Opting to just not talk to people unless spoken to and saying as little as possible when they did. But Steve liked listening to you and it made your heart feel like it was about to explode in your chest.

“Thank you.” You sheepishly mumbled, looking down at his hand atop yours and then meeting his gaze once more. The feeling blooming in your chest was foreign but nothing about it was scary. It registered in your head how long it had been since you started staring at him. “Oh, um, how long have you and Robin been friends?”

“Just about a year actually. We worked at Scoops Ahoy together last year, before-” He made an explosion gesture with his hands. “You know, my relationship with Robin is completely platonic. With a capital ‘P’ as she likes to put it.” He heard you giggle and pride bubbled inside him for eliciting that beautiful sound.

“I think I know that, considering she kept making jokes about us holding hands.”

“You’re right, I forget that she is the most annoying person in the world.”

You bumped his shoulder with yours. “You love her.”

“Yeah, unfortunately.” He sighed. “She’s my best friend, I think she’s actually the only best friend I’ve ever had.” He said like he had just realized it in that moment.

Both of you were too busy talking to really notice the people around you. You weren’t really talking too loud but clearly loud enough to upset some of them. The guy in front of you got up abruptly and started speed walked out of the room.

“What about Dustin?”

“He’s my little brother. All of those twerps are.” There was a smile on Steve’s face the second the kids were brought up. “They’re my found family, you know? Robin too.” It was true, he barely knew where his parents were or who they were anymore. When he was a kid, they would show up to sports events sometimes, but only to save face in front of all the other parents. Now he had people, people that cared for him, that helped him and he would do anything for them. “My parents were never really there for me growing up and I guess I’m happy to be able to be there for all of them.”

Before you could reply to him, the man who had basically run out of the room came back, a teenage boy in an employee vest following him. The boy made his way in front of you both and with an apologetic look on his face said. “There have been some complaints about you guys and I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”

You could feel everyone’s eyes on the both of you and it made you want to bury yourself alive. This was so embarrassing; it was like being scolded by a teacher in front of the entire class. Steve got up first, looking down at you. He could tell you were mortified and he felt awful. He reached out his hand for you to take, which you grabbed onto gratefully. Honestly, you were ashamed but the situation was so awkward it made you want to laugh so badly. You followed Steve out of the theater, trying your best not to laugh. The second you reached the lobby you fell into fits of giggles; Steve was watching you with an amused smile on his face. “You think this is funny, do you?”

“I’m sorry it’s not funny. I just…” You laughed out. “sometimes when I’m uncomfortable, I get so anxious I laugh.”

Steve chuckled as you began to settle down. He reached his arm over your shoulders and brought you closer to his side whilst you both walked outside. “You’re very cute, you know that?”

When you got to the car you both discussed what the next move would be now that the movies weren’t an option. You guys figured it would be a good idea to go somewhere you could talk without getting kicked out. Which is why you’re sitting in Steve’s car in front of lover’s lake, paper bags full of greasy fast food in between the two of you. The crisp night air filtering through the open windows.

“You’re doing a good job, by the way. You know, taking care of Dustin and them.” You turned your body in the passenger seat to look at Steve as you spoke. “Dustin doesn’t stop talking about how cool you are, I think it kind of makes Eddie a little jealous.” You could see his face light up.

“Really? Sometimes I’m not so sure I’m doing too well.”

“You definitely are.”

Steve smiled. It felt nice to have his efforts recognized. He doesn’t do the things he does for the kids to be praised but the validation made him feel all warm and happy.

He grabbed a fry from one of the bags and dipped it into your vanilla shake. “Hey buster, you’re contaminating my shake.” You reached and took your shake from the cup holder in the middle console.

“Buster?” He snickered. “What are you? 40?” He grabbed another fry and tried to get into your cup but you moved it away. “C’mon. You don’t wanna share with me?” He pouted in attempt to sway you. And it worked. You rolled your eyes, a playful smile on your face, and held out your shake to him. simp behavior

The more you talked to Steve the more at ease you felt. You had never felt that comfortable with someone, you had gotten used to keeping people at arm’s length. It was funny, the more you did things you wouldn’t normally do the better the results.

Your gaze never left Steve’s face. “I forgot to tell you when you picked me up but you look very handsome tonight.”

“Oooooh you think I’m handsome?” He teased, a smirk on his face.

“Alright I take It back.”

“No no, you can’t do that. You totally think I’m handsome.”

You shook your head and smiled down at your lap. “You’re the worst.”

“Yeah, but I’m nice to look at.” He brought his hand under your chin and lifted your head back up. He tried to keep the dumb grin off his face but failed. Steve couldn’t look away, your eyes held something sweet and he couldn’t get enough. He had never been happier to have met one of Dustin’s nerdy friends. He slid his hand up to cradle your face, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, his voice like honey.

“Yes.” You whispered. Steve didn’t hesitate to press his lips to yours when he heard you consent. The kiss was soft, almost timid and the remnants of your lip gloss tasted like strawberries. He had thought about kissing you the whole night and now that he has, he was addicted to the feel of your lips on his.

Meanwhile all you could think about was how his lips were as soft as they looked. Your body was covered in goosebumps, this was your first real kiss and in your opinion, it really couldn’t have been more perfect. You felt his other hand move to hold the other side of your face. He smiled against your lips before he pulled away.

“So how handsome am I exactly, pretty girl?”

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