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cherry on top - an eddie munson one shot
can be read as a solo one shot but exists as part 2 to chemistry
Summary: good girl!Y/N and Eddie continue working on their chemistry assignment the next day after school. things are going well but Eddie starts to get too close. It's one thing to talk about college or music but Y/N nearly draws the line at sex and drugs?
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A/N: this chapter sort of features a latina!reader, mainly just a few cultural references but for the most part is general. yall it got a little real writing this and i definitely tapped into my inner teenager this time around but hopefully it resonates with someone
cw: mentions of sex, mentions of drugs, cursing, angst, fluff, romance
“Let’s go,” Eddie swings the jingling keys in his hand. He sits up from the bench and ventures into the parking lot as Y/N follows. She clutches the straps of her backpack in her hands and looks around.
“Afraid someone will see us,” Eddie asks as he looks over his shoulder at her.
“What?”
“You look nervous,” he says as he slows his stride to walk next to her.
“I’m not,” Y/N lies. She’s not nervous to be seen with him, she’s nervous to be in a car with him. She’s especially nervous because up until today, she had never really spoken to Eddie or really had any one on one time with it.
But that’s not the only reason she’s nervous. She’s nervous because she’s never been alone in a car with a boy before, not like this at least. She’s been in cars with groups of people for volunteer events with the honor society, but that hardly even counts.
Y/N has to remind herself that he’s just giving her a ride home. It’s no more than a five minute drive away, and yet, the thought has Y/N’s nerves on red alert.
Y/N sees a bulky and scratched up van at the far corner of the parking lot and instantly identifies it as the old yet lovable van Eddie described. Eddie leads her to the passenger side and opens the door for her. Y/N looks at him quizzically before shaking her head and thanking him. He slaps the van door shut and walks off to the other side, hair bouncing in his stride. He climbs into the driver's seat and feels around the car floor between their seats.
“Listen Y/N, I only have one rule when it comes to the van okay?” He swirls his body around the seat and uses his hand to search the floor beneath the back seat. Y/N’s throat dries as she sees Eddie’s neck crane. As his long locks remain tucked behind his shoulder, the view of the bare skin and protruding vein of his neck mock her.
“Oh?”
“And that rule is that while I’m in the driver's seat, I get to pick the music.”
“Oh, sure,” Y/N shrugs meekly.
“Aha! Here it is,” he grins and his eyes move from the tape in his hand to Y/N’s eyes.
“Now this, this is real music,” he says with a glint in his eye as he inserts the tape into the deck. He puts the key in the ignition and starts the car. It sputters for a bit before the engine roars to life.
“It’s a good day if she’s sounding like this,” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at Y/N before backing out of the parking space. Y/N nods and pulls the backpack in her lap closer to her chest.
“You can put that on the floor if you want.”
“Um, it’s ok, I’m fine like this,” Y/N softly replies and looks out the window.
“Okay… Well, while we’re partners for this assignment, you’re probably gonna have a lot to teach me about chemistry so I figure I’ll return the favor and teach you about heavy metal. What do you say, huh? Are you ready for a rock education, a rock-ification if you will?”
“Huh?” Eddie’s train of thought takes Y/N for a spin. She lands on the thought that it makes no sense how Eddie can be so edgy and so much of a dork all at the same time.
“I imagine you’re probably up in your bedroom studying to Beethoven and what not, so you’ve probably never heard of this band before but this is Black Sabbath.”
“I’ve heard of Black Sabbath, Eddie.”
Eddie’s eyes widen and he looks over at Y/N briefly before turning his eyes back on the road.
“You can make a right here.” Y/N points with her index finger at the light they’re approaching.
“You know Black Sabbath?”
“Sure, I mean, they’re not exactly a new band. They’re pretty famous.”
He looks quizzically at Y/N from the corner of his eye. “Still, I didn’t think you would.”
Y/N rolls her eyes. “Of course you would think that. You know, for someone who’s quick to be judged by others, I’m surprised how quick you are to judge me. And newsflash, I don’t have to listen to an artist’s music to know they exist, Eddie.”
Eddie bites his tongue for a moment. Even though they hardly know each other, he shouldn’t be surprised that Y/N’s heard things about him. He hopes she doesn’t believe half the things people have to say about him. And yet, she speaks as though she doesn’t. Like she would rather get to know you first and then make a fair judgment.
“Fair enough.” Eddie clicks his tongue. “So what kind of stuff do you listen to?”
“You can make a left on Deer Street,” Y/N instructs. “Um, I like a lot of different artists. I like Whitney Houston, Tears for Fears, Prince, The Cure, Michael Jackson, Queen, stuff like that.”
“Ehh, I guess I can work with that,” Eddie says reluctantly while tilting his hand back and forth.
“Is Black Sabbath all you listen to?” Y/N asks innocently.
“No. I also like Ozzy Osbourne who was actually a member of Black Sabbath at one point but I’d say his solo career counts. I also like Metallica too. Honestly anything heavy metal or rock is good in my book.”
Y/N nods and as one song transitions to the next, Y/N instantly recognizes the chord progression and straightens her posture. “Wait, I do know this song.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. I don’t know what it’s called but I’ve definitely heard it before.” Eddie rolls to a stoplight and he looks over at Y/N.
“Where have you heard Iron Man by Black Sabbath?” His tongue swipes across his bottom lip. Y/N’s attention is drawn to the red plushness of his mouth and forces herself to move her gaze back to his eyes.
“Um,” Y/N squirms under his intense gaze. “I’m pretty sure from my dad’s garage.”
Eddie jerks his head when the car behind him honks. He turns his attention back to the road and drives.
Eddie is silent for another moment and the track moves on to the next.
“Your dad listens to metal music and you don’t? How can that be? I don’t know where I’d be if I hadn’t gotten my love of music from my old man.”
“I don’t know! It’s fine, I guess. I just like other stuff more. Take a right here.” Y/N watches his dexterous ring clad fingers swirl around the steering wheel and gulps.
“Keep hanging round me and I promise you’ll be a full blown metal head, like throw your panties on stage at a Metallica concert metalhead.”
“Eddie,” Y/N squeals and widens her eyes. She brings her palms to cover her face and Eddie catches a patch of red forming along her neck.
“What? Goody two-shoes Y/N isn’t throwing her panties on stage for anyone?”
“Ugh! One, you’re crude, and two, there’s no way I’m ever doing that. And if somehow I did get possessed by some supernatural entity that takes over my judgment and makes me throw my… undergarments on stage for someone it definitely wouldn’t be for Metallica. Luis Miguel maybe, but–”
“Luis Miguel? Who the hell is that?”
“He’s only the hottest man alive,” Y/N gushes and Eddie furrows his eyebrows.
“Sorry,” Y/N giggles, “He’s a famous Mexican pop star. Keep going straight after the stop sign.”
“Why haven’t I ever heard of him before?”
“Probably because they only play his music on the Spanish radio stations. But knowing you, even if they did play him on the English stations I doubt you’d find him that way.”
“Hm. Do you have any of his tapes?”
“Sure, but they’re at home.”
“Ok well bring one tomorrow and I’ll let you listen to him.”
Y/N quirks an eyebrow at him. “You’ll let me listen to him? Wow, I feel so special.”
“You should! I don’t even let Dustin play his Oingo Boingo crap in here.”
“Dustin… that freshman you hang out with?”
“Yes, the freshman I hang out with. Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing. I’m telling you, those kids give me hope for the next generation of Hawkins.”
“Whatever,” Y/N rolls her eyes.
“I’m serious though. Bring your tape and I’ll give him a listen.”
“I don’t think you’ll like him. His stuff is pretty pop-y and it’s all in Spanish.”
“Maybe that’ll make it more tolerable than the stuff that’s in English.”
Y/N gives him a skeptical look.
“Just humor me Y/N, I’m curious.”
“If you say so,” Y/N huffs as she gathers her backpack.
“My house is on the left, the one with the white car.” Eddie continues to drive past her house then pulls into her neighbors driveway to make a U-turn.
“So let’s go over the plan for tomorrow.” Y/N says as he parks the van. Eddie groans.
“C’mon, we’ll need a plan of attack.”
“Okay, whaddya got?” Eddie says as he moves the gear shift to park.
“I was thinking we could meet right after school. I’m not sure where we should go to study though. The library is obviously off limits and in all honesty, so is my house.”
“No offense, but,” Eddie scans his eyes over the two story colonial, “Your house seems pretty fine to me.”
“Um, It’s not that. It’s just…It’s my parents, actually. I’m not allowed to have any boys over.” Y/N chews her lip nervously. Eddie tries to brush aside the thought that the nervous look on her face makes her look so undeniably hot.
“Not even for some innocent studying? It’s not like I’m asking to be locked alone with you in your bedroom.” Y/N eyes widen and cheeks redden at his words.
“What?” Eddie raises his eyebrows innocently.
Y/N viciously shakes her head. “You don’t understand Eddie. My parents won’t allow it, no exceptions. You could be my bestfriends boyfriend coming to pick her up at a birthday party where its only other girls and my parents would still blow up about it.”
“Wait, that was too specific. Did that actually happen?” Eddie stifles a laugh.
“Yes! Well, not to me, but to my older sister, yeah. My parents gave it to her something awful that night, while the party was still going on! Everybody went home right after that, but still. No boy can be worth that wrath.”
Eddie is shocked to hear this. He doesn’t have any sisters or female friends, but he’s seen tv shows and movies with daughters and their over protective dads. He didn’t think that sort of thing actually happened. What’s even more shocking is just how much Y/N is willing to live within the confines of that outrageous rule. It’s obvious she wouldn’t even think of going behind their back, for anything. She’s content with compliance. It’s the opposite of everything he’s ever lived by.
“Your parents are really strict. My uncle could care less about what I do, as long as I make it home alive and not in jail.”
Y/N almost wants to say he’s lucky, but she bites her tongue. Eddie’s lucky that his family isn’t strict, but based on the things she's heard about him, she doubts he’s lucky in a lot of other aspects. The thought tugs on her heart strings a bit.
“Yeah, um… It must be nice not having to worry so much.” Eddie shrugs.
“Well anyway, the point still stands that I don’t know where else in town we can go to get some proper studying done.”
“We could go to Frankie’s,” Eddie’s eyebrows raise.
“Frankie’s?”
“Yeah! You know, the diner on Main Street.”
“Oh yeah… we could do that. I’ll have to be home by 7:00 though, so that should give us a few hours to get things done.”
“Your curfew is 7:00? Why so early?”
“It’s a school night? What do you mean?”
“I mean it just seems kind of early, even for a school night.”
“Well, that’s when my family has dinner,” Y/N shrugs nonchalantly.
He jerks his head back slightly. Is her family the Brady Bunch? “You have dinner with your family?”
“Yeah? You say that like it’s a weird thing.” She looks at him skeptically.
“Well, it is weird, to me at least. Back home, it’s just me and my uncle. He works nights at the plant so uh, I don't really have anyone waiting up on me.”
“Oh,” is all Y/N says but she really wishes she could say more. She wishes she could tell him that the thought of him eating alone every night makes her feel sad. She almost feels compelled to invite him over for dinner but could never bring herself to actually do it. Not only do they not know each other well enough to be doing that sort of thing, but bringing a boy home is just out of the question. Maybe in another life.
Her eyes lower and she peers back up at Eddie, leaning over her seat. Eddie leans over his own seat to look into Y/N’s eyes.
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Okay?”
“Okay,” Eddie softly whispers, the silence in his van deafening.
Y/N climbs out of the van and speed walks to her front door. She looks over her shoulder and sees Eddie still parked, waiting for her to enter the home. She painfully smiles and unlocks the door. She opens it and walks through. When she looks through the living room window, his van is already long gone. She sighs in exasperation.
Y/N walks into the kitchen and sees her older sister and mother shuffling around the small space.
“Y/N, you’re home,” her mother greets. She walks over and gives Y/N a hug and kiss.
“Hey mom,” Y/N says with a smile. She greets her sister and walks over to the pantry.
“No snacks, Y/N. Dinner’s almost ready and your father should be here any minute now,” her mom declares as she glances at the watch on her wrist.
“Okay,” Y/N responds glumly.
“How did your studying go?” Y/N’s mom asks. During lunch, Y/N made a call to her mom on the school’s pay phone letting her know she’d be out late.
“It was good.”
“And this is for which class?”
“Chemistry,” Y/N answers and her mom nods.
“The assignment is due on Friday so we’ll probably be meeting for the rest of the week to get it done.”
“That’s fine, just remember to be home by seven okay?”
“Okay,” Y/N nods and her sister smirks and raises her eyebrows. Y/N hopes she doesn’t suspect anything but the conversation they have after dinner confirms otherwise.
“Who is it?”
“Who’s who?”
“The boy you’re sneaking off to see?”
“What?”
“Don’t act dumb. I saw him drop you off. You’re lucky mom didn’t see.”
Y/N shakes her head. “It’s not like that. He’s just my partner for this assignment.”
“Whatever you say Y/N,” her sister walks away nonchalantly.
Y/N isn’t doing anything bad, but she can’t help the guilty feeling that pangs in her chest. She'll need to be careful hanging around Eddie. She’s used to hiding things from her parents. Like how she loves to draw or that she likes the way she looks in red lipstick. There’s certain things in this world that they’ll never need to know about her, and Eddie Munson is now one of them.
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“He should’ve been here fifteen minutes ago,” Y/N huffs worriedly as she looks up from her watch to the view of Eddie strutting his way over along with the other members of the Hellfire club. He smiles and says something to them before walking in Y/N’s direction. The other boys cast their gaze from Eddie to Y/N and it makes her want to crawl out of skin.
“Hey Y/N,” he smirks and flickers his eyes up and down her body. “How’s my smarty pants doing today?”
Y/N didn’t expect it, but she had been looking forward to seeing Eddie today, that is until he disrespected her perfectly crafted schedule.
“You’re late,” Y/N scowls at him. “Let’s go.”
Y/N storms off and paces quickly to Eddie’s van, which to her luck is parked in the same spot it was the day before.
Eddie jogs to catch up with her. “Wait, Y/N. Relax. I’m here now aren’t I?”
“Eddie, the later you show up, the less time we have to work on this. You know I have an early curfew.”
“Like I said, I’m here now.”
“I don’t care. We agreed on 4:00 not 4:15. It’s called making a commitment Eddie.”
“C’mon it was just a few minutes. We’ll still have plenty of time.”
Y/N swiftly turns around and plants her feet on the ground. Eddie almost bumps into her but stops just a few inches away.
“You wasted my time Eddie and I didn’t like that very much. It was very inconsiderate of you to make me wait like that when we both agreed to meet at 4:00. Don’t ever make me wait again.”
Y/N spins on her heel and walks to the passenger side and climbs in the van, leaving Eddie stunned. The sound of her slamming the door shut brings Eddie back to earth and he rushes over to the driver’s side. Y/N huffs as she roughly puts on her seatbelt and slumps in the seat.
It all happened so fast, but Eddie couldn’t ignore the strange feeling he got when Y/N commanded him like that. Why was her strong tone and the assertive look on her face so attractive?
Eddie climbs in the van and puts on his seatbelt. He puts the key in the ignition and starts the car. Y/N runs a hand through her hair and leans her head against the headrest.
“Do you have that Luis Miguel tape?”
She turns to face him without moving her head from the headrest and looks at him with confusion.
“Do you have the tape I told you to bring? You know, that Mexican pop singer you like?”
Y/N blinks in confusion. “You were serious about that?”
“I may not take a lot of things seriously, but music is one of the few things I do.” Eddie explains as he looks around for a tape on the van floor.
“Oh, I didn’t bring it. I didn’t think you actually meant it.”
“Of course I meant it.”
Y/N shakes her head and frowns. She genuinely didn’t think Eddie cared, but knowing that he does, makes her heart feel heavy.
“That’s alright, we’ll just continue our rock-ification,” Eddie declares, hoping it would make Y/N laugh. Y/N only exhales as she leans her arm on the armrest and rests her chin in her palm and stares out the window. Eddie retrieves a random tape among the collection of scattered tapes on his van floor and puts it into the deck. When the music starts playing, it blares at the normal volume he keeps it at, but he lowers the volume out of consideration for Y/N.
Eddie pulls out of the parking lot and heads towards the diner. Y/N’s position hasn’t changed and he starts to get worried.
“Hey, Y/N,” he briefly looks over at her before returning his focus to the road, “I'm sorry for being late. I just caught up with some of the Hellfire guys, you know?”
“It’s whatever,” Y/N glumly responds, barely moving her mouth.
A moment passes and a silence falls on them. It makes Eddie uncomfortable and concerned for Y/N.
“You okay? You seem a little more than just pissed off at me for being late.”
“Just got a lot on my mind I guess.” Y/N mumbles.
Eddie reaches a stop light and presses on the break. He looks at her with concern and confusion. He doesn't talk to girls very often, especially not when they're in a state like this. He’s in uncharted territory but attempts to tread lightly.
“Do you, um… want to talk about it?”
“Not really,” Y/N replies and he sighs in relief. Eddie figures they can make it to the diner in silence and once they’re eating something there, she’ll feel better.
His theory proves true when they make it to Frankie’s and sit in a booth in the farthest corner of the place. When the waitress gives them their menus, Y/N’s eyes light up as she scans it. When the waitress comes by to take their orders, Eddie orders a vanilla milkshake first and Y/N looks at him puzzled before ordering a chocolate milkshake.
“So you’re a vanilla guy?” She asks once the waitress leaves.
“Huh?”
“You’re a vanilla guy. You ordered a vanilla milkshake.” Y/N declares as she starts pulling her notebooks and pencils from her backpack.
“Trust me sweetheart, I may have ordered a vanilla milkshake but I’m far from vanilla.” Eddie’s sexual innuendo goes over her head and she continues to press the topic.
“I don’t know, I just feel like the last thing I would’ve expected you to want is a vanilla milkshake. You seem more like a strawberry guy at least.”
“Well my friend, all I can say is to expect the unexpected,” Eddie shrugs and Y/N quirks her eyebrow before turning her concentration to their assignment. They’re both able to work in silence and pure focus for a good ten minutes until the waitress brings out their drinks.
Y/N smiles at the glass before her and it feels like a victory for Eddie. In the same moment, Eddie and Y/N each take a sip of their drinks, but Y/N looks up at Eddie first. She sees his eyelids closed and admires the way his eyelashes frame each lid. When he feels her looking at him, he peers up at her through the long lashes and it makes Y/N almost choke on her drink.
She covers it up by clearing her throat and asks, “How’s your drink Mr. Vanilla.”
“You tell me,” he says, pushing the glass across the table. She looks from the drink to Eddie and back to the drink. She takes the straw out of her own drink and holds it in midair when Eddie shouts, “What’re you doing?”
“I’m trying your drink?”
“Don’t use your straw, you weirdo! It’ll mix the flavors. Just drink from mine.”
The thought hadn’t even occurred to her. Somehow it feels extremely intimate to be putting her mouth in a place where Eddie’s once was.
“What? You afraid you’re gonna get my cooties?”
“Ugh,” Y/N cringes and bites the bullet. She takes a sip and shrugs.
“It’s alright. Not as good as mine though.”
Eddie grabs her drink before she can even realize and takes a sip. He groans and slowly unravels his puckered lips from the straw. The sight and sound are enough to make Y/N’s mouth water.
“That’s so good. I might start converting to chocolate,” Eddie nods and moves Y/N’s glass closer to her.
“Ha ha, yeah,” Y/N forcefully replies, thanking the universe he can’t hear her thoughts or loudly beating heart.
Eddie takes the cherry on top of his milkshake and tilts his head back. He dangles the cherry above his mouth. His tongue slightly sticks out and he slowly wraps his lips around the juicy red fruit, pulling it from its stem.
Y/N swears he’s doing this on purpose. He’s putting on a show. Is he doing it to entertain her or entice her? Quite possibly. But more than anything, she knows he does it to see if it has an effect on her. To see if it makes her squirm in the best way possible. She won’t give him the satisfaction.
She looks down at the cherry atop her own milkshake and offers it to him.
“Do you want mine?” Y/N asks aloofly as she scoops out the cherry with her spoon and holds it out to him.
“You askin’ me if I want your cherry?” He teases with a quirked eyebrow and extremely direct eye contact.
“Don’t be weird about it Munson,” she responds in annoyance as she avoids his gaze and transfers the cherry to his glass.
The two return to working on their assignment. There’s a few periods of actual concentration and progress punctuated by the occasional question or thought from Eddie.
“Do you think a hurricane would ever come to Hawkins?” Eddie asks.
Without looking up from her paper, Y/N responds with a simple, “No.”
“Why not? You never know what could happen.”
“Actually we do know. Hurricanes can only happen in coastal areas. The only thing Hawkins is on the coast of is suburban boredom and everlasting cornfields.”
Y/N’s annoyed remark brings a bubble of laughter to Eddie’s body. The sound is sweet yet foreign to Y/N’s ears. Her cheeks heat at the realization that her snarky comment made him laugh.
“You know you’re secretly funny,” he comments with subtle adoration as he brings his jean jacket clad arms to rest against the table.
“Yeah? And you’re, not so secretly, annoying. Now let’s get back to work.”
Eddie is prepared to say something sarcastic back but Y/N’s attention is laser focused on the paper before her. He takes in the sight of her: A studious girl in her natural environment. Tendrils of hair sneak out of her pulled back bun. She has papers, pencils, and folders scattered about. His attention is caught on a folder with a title written in marker that says, “College Applications”. He wonders what colleges she’s applying to or what she’d want to study. He almost asks her but looks at her and sees how focused she is. It’s surprisingly adorable to him.
He decides to turn his own attention to the assignment at hand. He has a good feeling he’ll have plenty of time to learn these things about her later. A good 20-30 minutes passes without interruption when Eddie’s thoughts begin to trail off again.
“Why do I have to learn about atoms and molecules?”
“Huh?” Y/N zones out of her lazer focus.
“It just seems so unimportant in the grand scheme of things. There’s so many problems in the world, chemicals seem like the least of my worries”
“Well, that doesn’t make them not important Eddie. There’s a lot of applications of chemistry to real life. Just think of it like this, people have to understand atoms and molecules in order to make the guitars your favorite musicians play or all the pyrotechnics and stage effects at their concerts.”
“Yeah, but they can worry about that. Why should I?” Eddie replies, dazed at the thought.
“Hm, maybe that wasn’t a good example. Try thinking of it like this. There’s a lot of chemistry involved in your inventory.”
Eddie quirks an eyebrow.
“I may not be a customer, but word gets around Munson.”
“Fair enough,” Eddie nods his head to the side.
“Anyways, even though you’re not the one making it, the slightest change in a compound's chemical makeup can alter the substance itself and thereby the effect it has on the person using it.”
“Huh?”
“Hm, how can I put this? Imagine you’re learning how to play a song on the guitar. You see the sheet music, read the notes and play it on the guitar. Well what if you changed one note or a few notes. You change an a-chord to a c-chord or an eighth note to a quarter note. Something random and seemingly miniscule. Is it still the same song?”
Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Wait, how do you know so much about music?”
“I know a lot about a lot of things, Munson. But back to my question-”
“Answer mine first.” Eddie holds Y/N’s gaze with a severity she’s never seen before. He really is passionate about music. Y/N almost deflects his questions, but can tell he wants to know more than anything.
“I, uh, used to play the piano.”
“Do you still play?”
“No. I only learned for a few years in middle school”
Eddie contemplates her answer. He’s gonna put this out there and it’s a long shot she’ll even accept, but he won’t know until he tries. “If you ever want to learn how to play the guitar, I can teach you.”
“Sure,” she shrugs, “Back to what I was saying, if you changed a single or couple of notes, would it be the same song?”
It’s not a denial but it’s not a complete acceptance either. It’s a start though. And before Eddie can even start daydreaming about what it would be like to wrap his arms around Y/N as he helps her pluck the strings on one of his guitars, she snaps him out of it.
“Eddie.”
“Huh?”
“Did you even hear me?”
“Yeas,” he lies.
“Ok, what did I say?”
“Something about chemistry?” He smiles tryingly.
“Eddie!”
“I’m kidding Y/N, relax. And to answer your question, no they’re not the same songs. You can hear the difference in that one note change.”
Y/N looks up and beams, instantly forgetting her frustration. “Exactly!”
“And sometimes in chemistry, that one minor note change, so to speak, can make a really big difference. Just look at coal and a diamond. Chemically they’re nearly identical, but physically, they couldn’t be more different,” Y/N explains, pointing to an open page in her textbook showing the chemical formulas and pictures for coal and diamonds.
“Holy shit that’s trippy,” Eddie’s eyebrows raise.
“See, it’s not all boring.”
“Not if you have the right teacher,” Eddie winks up at her and Y/N forces a smile while shaking her head.
‘I’m just the messenger,” she downplays his compliment as she looks down and flips through the pages of her textbook, more as a distraction than to actually turn to a specific page.
“You really like this stuff, huh?”
“What?”
“Your eyes light up when you talk about it. Probably the same way mine light up when I talk about music.”
“Um, I’m sure that’s not true,” Y/N shyly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
Y/N likes chemistry but it’s not her true passion; that would be civil engineering. At least that’s what the Big Book of College Majors tells her. She likes math and drawing so that narrows her prospects to architecture and civil engineering. She feels like it’s too dorky or weird to talk about it with others, so she just plays it off or lies that she’ll be studying economics. No one ever asks questions if you’re an economics major.
“You don’t have to be ashamed, Y/N. I think it’s cool.”
“Well, you’d be one in a million,” Y/N teases.
“I’m okay with those odds,” Eddie proudly says. Y/N avoids his magnetizing eyes and shuffles through the papers on the table.
“Is that what you want to study? In college?” Y/N stops in her tracks and slowly looks up at him. She moves her tongue to the side of her mouth and bites it. She shakes her head and looks away toward the drafts of college essays taunting her from their place in the folder next to her left arm. They’re due in a couple of months and everyday they’re a reminder that gnaws at her brain.
“What do you want to study”
“Um, it’s okay we don’t have to talk about it.” Y/N shyly shakes her head.
“Why not?”
“It’s… nerdy.”
“Have you met me? I’m a nineteen year old playing Dungeons and Dragons all day with fourteen year olds, I invented nerdy,” Eddie replies and it makes Y/N full on belly laugh. It shouldn’t have, but the way he said it was undeniably funny.
“You shouldn’t put yourself down like that.”
“That’s not important. What’s important is that I want to know what you’re passionate about,” Eddie says as he looks at her wide-eyed. It’s at this moment that Y/N realizes he’s not just asking her something just because it’s the cordial thing to do or because it’s something about her anyone should know. He’s asking because he genuinely wants to know what it is she likes, what it is that speaks to her heart.
“I… I’m going to be majoring in civil engineering,” Y/N wrinkles her nose as the admission.
“Why do you say it like that? You could be the next Iron Man, or Iron Woman.”
“What?” Y/N shakes her head in confusion.
“You know, Iron Man? Classic American superhero who’s also an engineer? You don’t know about him?”
“Um, not really,” Y/N grumbles.
“God Y/N there’s so many things I need to teach you,” Eddie throws his hands up and Y/N forces herself not to smile at his flustered movements. She also forces herself not to let her thoughts wander to other things Eddie could teach her.
“We can do that later. Let’s just focus on getting this assignment done first, okay?”
“Sure,” Eddie nods.
Around 6:00, the waitress stops by and places a single check in front of Eddie.
Y/N scrambles to search for the wallet in her backpack. By the time she takes it out, Eddie has already put enough cash to cover the bill inside the slot.
“How much was my shake?” Y/N asks as she flips through the dollar bills in her wallet.
“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie says nonchalantly and Y/N freezes and looks up at him. She cocks her head to the side.
“No seriously. Let me see,” she reaches for the check and Eddie grabs it and raises his arm.
“Eddie.”
“Y/N.”
“Eddie, just let me pay for my drink.”
“No.”
“No?”
“It’s my treat.”
“No it’s not.”
“Yes it is,” Eddie smugly grins at Y/N who’s eyes narrow. “Consider it your lucky day.”
“Eddie, seriously. It’s not a big deal.”
“Exactly, it’s not a big deal. The cost of your milkshake isn’t exactly breaking the bank sweetheart.”
“Eddie.”
“Y/N, let me pay for your goddamn chocolate shake.”
Y/N breathes out through her nose. “Fine. Next time we come here, drinks are on me.”
“Sure they are,” Eddie says as he places the check back on the table.
“I’m serious.”
“Oh, I know you are,” Eddie taunts.
The waitress comes by to pick up the money and while they wait for her to bring Eddie’s change, Y/N reviews their progress.
“I’d say today was pretty productive, wouldn’t you?”
“Beats being in the library.”
Y/N looks at her watch and marvels at the time.“We even have some time to spare.”
“Cool.”
“So, about tomorrow, I’m going to need a raincheck for Thursday. On Wednesday’s I have a meeting with the honor society and a tutoring session after school.”
“You’re in tutoring?” Eddie asks incredulously.
Y/N laughs and says, “No, silly. I’m the tutor. I help Ms. Callaghan with the juniors in algebra two.”
“God, I hate algebra two.”
“What? I loved algebra two, it was so much fun. ”
“Fun? You think math is fun? And people have the nerve to call me a freak?”
“Calm down, Munson. Math is fun. It’s like solving a puzzle.”
“Even worse,” he shudders. “Anyway, tomorrow’s no good for me either. Got a massive campaign with the Hellfire club.”
“Okay,” Y/N nods and pens something in her planner.
Eddie leans over to see what she’s writing down. “You’re real Type A, huh?”
“What?” Y/N looks up from her notes and leans back from his close proximity.
He gestures towards the planner and pen in her hand. “You’re a straight-A student who’s always gotta be on time, you’re super organized, and you even have a math fetish.”
“Oh my god Eddie! Are you insane? All I said was that math is fun. I highly doubt that makes it a,” she looks around before she whispers her next word, “fetish.”
“I don’t know Y/N,” Eddie says in a sing-song way. “Lot’s of people’s fetishes are for things they think are fun.”
“I-I don’t even know what to say to that,” Y/N stutters as she shakes her head. Eddie smiles at the splotches of red coating her cheeks and the tips of her ears. He can see the gears turning in her head at the thought of his words.
The waitress brings back the change and Eddie pockets it. Y/N puts the rest of her belongings in her bag and looks at Eddie who shoves the loose leaf pieces of paper into his.
“You ready?” He asks calmly, casually, as if going to get milkshakes and study at the local dinner is something they do often.
Y/N nods and they slide out of the booth. When they reach the exit, Y/N keeps walking to the van but Eddie calls out her name to stop her.
“We still have some time before you have to go home right?”
Y/N looks at her watch and it's 6:23. “Yeah.”
“What do you say to a celebratory smoke?” Eddie asks, but it’s a rhetorical question because he’s already pulled out a carton of cigarettes from his jean jacket pocket and a lighter has miraculously appeared in his other hand. He lights up and takes a puff before Y/N can say anything. She freezes a good couple of feet away from his body that’s leaned effortlessly against the wall of the red-brick building.
He takes another drag and then offers it to her. She looks from the cigarette to him, a confused look on her face.
“Want some?”
“Eddie, are you crazy? If I go home smelling like cigarette smoke, my parents are going to kill me.”
“Relax, Y/N you’re not going to go home smelling like cigarette smoke.”
He takes another drag and exhales the smoke, making Y/N cough.
“Yes I will. Look I’m just gonna wait in the van while you finish up and pray to God my parents don’t say anything when I get home.”
Y/N holds out her hand for Eddie to give her the keys, but he decides to forfeit altogether. He shakes her hand away and puts the cigarette out. When he stomps on the cigarette, the chain hanging from the belt loops of his pants jingles slightly.
“Fine, we won’t do that, but can we at least drive around a bit?” Eddie asks as he makes his way over to the van. The two get inside the car and Eddie starts it.
“Why?”
“I don’t want to go home yet.” Eddie says casually, but Y/N picks up on what he doesn’t say. That he’d rather be out anywhere else than at his house. The thought weighs on Y/N but she tries to let it go.
“Fine, but remember I have to be home by-”
“7:00, I know,” Eddie replies as he puts in a tape.
“So tell me smarty-pants, you don’t smoke weed or cigarettes,” Eddie places a hand on Y/N’s headrest and looks over his shoulder as he backs out of the parking spot. The combination of that and his newfound nickname for her makes a pool of heat settle in Y/N’s stomach. “Tell me you at least drink.”
“Not that it matters, but um, yes I have.”
“Really?” He looks over at her and smiles. “Care to explain?”
Now, Y/N doesn’t owe Eddie an explanation for anything, but something inside her wants to. She likes that he wants to know her, that he tries to understand her. Despite not having known him long, she feels comfortable around him even though she doesn’t really know why.
“Um, sometimes at family parties, late at night when all our aunts and uncles are drunk, they’ll let my cousins and I take a tequila shot with them. It tastse horrible, even with the lime and salt, but it’s kind of fun to do it with them.”
“That’s badass,” Eddie riles as he looks over at Y/N with a sensational grin and she shrugs, playing off the happiness she feels at his perception of her. “Have you ever been drunk before?”
“No.”
“Not even tipsy?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. I guess it just hasn’t happened yet. Alcohol tastes terrible so there’s not really an incentive for me to drink enough of it to be intoxicated.”
Eddie’s eyebrows furrow in concentration and he remains silent for a moment. It’s simultaneously sexy and annoying when she speaks so formally like that. Eddie thinks, would it kill her to just say I don’t like drinking enough to get drunk?
“What?” Y/N breaks the silence.
“Yeah but everyone hates the taste of alcohol at first. Then you get used to it and it starts to get fun.”
“I don’t think drinking or doing any kind of drug could ever be fun, for me.”
Eddie’s in shock at her words. Who their age talks like that? Is she a walking D.A.R.E campaign?
“Are you being serious?”
“Yes!”
Eddie pauses for a moment before saying, “I just have a hard time understanding how someone could not like any type of smoking or drinking”
“We exist, okay? God, you make it sound like it’s the worst thing ever. You know, if there were more people like me, the world would probably be a much better place,” Y/N replies defensively.
Eddie contemplates her words for a moment. The light he approaches turns red and he presses his foot on the brake pedal. He runs a hand through his hair and the sound of his denim jacket rustling can be heard. The silence eats at Y/N and she’s worried her words might have insulted him. She only meant to defend herself, not to offend him. She opens her mouth to say something when Eddie beats her to it.
“Just, tell me this. Do you genuinely not like it? Or are you just afraid of what your parents would say?”
Y/N’s caught completely off guard at his question. She looks outside the window and tries to regain her composure by concentrating on the rush of buildings they pass.
Eddie’s words hit her right in the chest, so hard it almost hurts. He’s right, but he shouldn’t be. How could he have made that connection so quickly? Even before she had? Is she that easy to figure out? Is she that pathetic that others can see it so vividly when all she can do is unconsciously turn a blind eye to it?
Y/N can feel her eyes start to water and heat spread through her chest. She reaches into an ever diminishing reservoir of strength to fight the tears threatening to form at her eyes.
She should not be reacting this way. She shouldn’t be feeling so triggered over such a small observation. And yet, this small observation is one that has defined her entire life. There’s so many things she’s never done or would even think to do in fear of their repercussions. And for someone like Eddie who’s probably never lived this way to see this quality in her makes her feel pathetic.
“Maybe a bit of both?” he softly asks as he looks over at her when they reach another stoplight. Y/N nods and looks into her lap. Eddie senses her discomfort and opens his mouth to say something reassuring.
“There’s also another reason too,” she says softly before he can say anything.
“Yeah?” Eddie replies softly, sensing her apprehension.
“Yeah…Even if I did like it, or even if I didn’t care what my parents thought, one of the biggest reasons I avoid that stuff is because… I’m afraid.”
“What are you afraid of?”
Y/N looks up and sees the last of the sun’s light as it sets beyond the trees in the horizon. It leaves trails of hot bright orange and crimson streaks in the sky. It reminds her of the way her cheeks feel in this moment when she feel’s uncovered, almost naked in front of him.
It’s easy to lie to your friends or your family that you don’t smoke or drink because you don’t want to get caught or because you don’t like it or some other plausible excuse. But it’s harder to tell people that you’re afraid of what it might do to you. Of how it might change you.
It’s not that big of a deal to most people, but Y/N can’t change the fact that it is to her. It’s hard for her not to take things so seriously. For everyone else, smoking or drinking comes easily to them, but for her, it’s really difficult.
“I just…Even though it seems like everyone does it and it's celebrated by society as this thing we all naturally want to do, I don’t. It’s temporary fun for the moment, but after the fact? I see the effect it has on people and… And I don’t want to subject myself to that.”
“What do you mean?” Eddie asks in confusion.
“When people are drunk or high, they feel good but they… they also lose all sense of control and I couldn’t bear to do that to myself. I couldn’t stand the idea of having no control over my thoughts or my words or my actions. And just imagine what would happen if I was surrounded by the wrong people or in an unsafe environment? It would be really bad and just… I need to be in control…it's all I have.”
Eddie frowns and notices a furrow in Y/N’s eyebrows. For the first time he sees it so clearly. Y/N may be a goody two-shoes girl on the road to college and a perfect life, but she herself is far from perfect. She’s just like anyone else, but under way too much pressure; both from her parents and mostly from herself. She works tirelessly to maintain this illusion of perfection and it's causing so much tension in her; tension he wishes he could help her release.
Eddie wants to do something or say something that would make her feel better but he doesn’t know what. She seems so vulnerable and exposed to him, but not at all weak. There’s a strength in her conviction that even she doesn’t see, but he does.
He wants to let her know that what she feels is okay. In fact, it’s more than okay. There’s nothing wrong with being afraid or not wanting to do something just because everyone says you should; he knows that better than anyone.
At the same time, he also wants her to understand that being in control is an illusion. There’s much more things in life we don’t have control over than the things we do have control over. If she doesn’t feel that way about drugs is one thing, but she needs to know realistically, there will be other things she won’t be able to control and that it’ll still be okay.
He wants to gently say something philosophical or even poetic to get his point across, but Y/N makes him too nervous. He ends up relying on his good old Munson instincts and says something much more provocative than it is profound.
Eddie looks at Y/N through his peripheral vision then calmly asks, “Have you ever had sex before?”
Y/N chokes and starts uncontrollably coughing. “What?”
“I said, have you ever had sex before?” Eddie says in a controlled voice.
“Please don’t say that with the same casual demeanor of someone asking, ‘Have you ever been to Mount Rushmore before?’”
Eddie turns the corner into Y/N’s neighborhood and she instantly feels a wave of sadness; one she doesn’t really understand. She also wonders why he’s asking her this, especially so close to her house.
“It’s a simple question Y/N,” Eddie says nonchalantly.
“No it’s not and you know it. And it���s not one I’m going to answer either,” Y/N huffs and points her nose up in the air.
“Looks like you already did,” Eddie smirks at her, teasing her to lighten the moment which works as Y/N’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets. She’s even cuter when he gets a rise out of her like that.
“Eddie! Why are we even talking about this” Y/N says completely flustered.
“Because there’s a point to it and because it’s important to talk about. Even if it’s not with me, I hope you’re talking about it with someone.”
Eddie is walking a line right now and he knows it, but he somehow also knows how to stay within that line too. He’s right and Y/N knows this but she won’t admit it. Sex isn’t something she talks about or knows a lot about. Sure her friends talk about it and Y/N will pretend like she can keep up with the conversation, but deep down, she doesn’t understand what they’re talking about half the time. She knows so much about calculus, chemistry, and college applications, but she just doesn’t understand what the big deal is about sex.
“All I’m saying is, anyone who’s had sex before knows that sometimes, there’s moments in this life where you’re left with no choice but to give up a sense of control. It can be scary, sure, but when you finally let go of that, it can give you the most satisfying and freeing feeling in the world.”
Y/N scowls at him in confusion.
“It’s easy for you to say something like that. You’d never have to worry about getting pregnant or disappointing people that matter to you.”
Eddie arrives at Y/N’s house and parks the car. By now, the street lights have come on and are the only thing illuminating the space before them. Eddie shifts in his seat to face Y/N. The golden lamps cast a glow across the hollow planes of his cheeks.
“Y/N, for a second, I want you to block out the rest of the world; all its people and consequences. It’s just you and your desires.”
Y/N gulps and she swears Eddie is slowly moving toward her. She’s frozen in her body as Eddie continues and says, “You need to know that you’re allowed to be sexual. And, you’re allowed to not only experience but enjoy pleasure. It’s what makes us human.”
Y/N blinks rapidly and focuses her concentration on his big brown eyes. His bangs are getting so long they threaten to drape over his eyes like the curtains at a theater. His full lips curl and tighten with every syllable he speaks. Y/N’s breath is caught in her throat so she reminds herself to breathe but it ends up being shallow.
“Okay?” Eddie asks, confirming that she’s listening to him. She nods slightly which is more than she thought she’d be capable of. She feels paralyzed in her body and her mind.
Where is this coming from? Why is he telling her this? Why do his words stir something in her body that she can’t even begin to explain because she’s never felt them before? How did one of her deepest darkest secrets get brought to the surface, exposed by none other than Eddie Munson?
And yet, he’s not judging her. He’s not making fun of her or thinking she’s weird for it. He’s helping her. But why? He pried this thing out of her, uncovering something that would make most run for the hills. But he… he has her heart on a silver platter and is protecting it? He’s treating it with the utmost care.
“If you ever want a safe space with someone you trust,” he emphasizes every other word and locks eyes with Y/N as he slowly and clearly tells her, “to be able to give up control in a way where something good comes from it…”
Eddie doesn’t say it, but he wants Y/N to know that if she ever experiences those urges, he can be a safe place for her to explore those desires. And without saying it, Y/N knows that’s exactly what he means. The thought makes her tremble.
The sound of a car door shutting snaps Y/N out of her paralysis. She sharply inhales and turns over her shoulder and sees that her neighbor just got home.
“I gotta go.” She scrambles to undo her seatbelt and mutters nervously.
“You need to leave. Now. Before my dad gets home and sees you,” She nervously tells him as she jumps out of the car and runs into the house. Another neighbor walks past her house with their dog. The sound of the dog barking puts Y/N on edge even more, but she forgets about it as soon as she runs through the door.
She zooms up the stairs and runs into her room. She softly shuts the door because if she slammed it shut, who knows what fresh hell her mom would give her. She makes a beeline for her closet and collapses to the floor. She closes the door behind her and takes an extremely deep breath in. She wants to cry but now’s not the time. She’ll wait till she takes a shower later so no one can hear her and the hot water will help depuff her eyes so no one suspects a thing after.
She looks at her watch and sees that it's 6:49. She has a good 5-10 minutes before her parents will start to worry. She can make up an excuse that she had to go to the bathroom or briefly check the TV listings to make sure she can tune in on her favorite tv show that will come on later that evening. She’ll come up with something, but for now, all she wants to do is explode.
This is starting to become more than what she bargained for and it's overwhelming. Eddie’s getting too close and Y/N convinces herself she doesn’t like it but in reality it just terrifies her more than anything else. What’s worse is that he knows too much about her and she hardly knows anything about him. She feels helpless and like she doesn’t know what to do which is an even worse position to be in. How could this happen?
When she got partnered up with Eddie Munson, she expected she’d be doing all the work while he only slacked off. Not the most ideal situation, but one she could tolerate and push through till their due date at the end of the week. And soon enough they would get their A and she would never have to deal with him or his Hellfire nonsense ever again.
She didn’t think he would actually pay attention to her and actually do the work if she was patient enough to explain things to him. She didn’t think he would actually want to know about more than just her understanding of chemistry. Hell, she didn’t think he would ever get to know her and have her figured out this early on; she’s known practically everyone in this town all her life and no one’s been able to do that.
She didn’t expect to look forward to seeing him again. She didn’t expect she would replay their conversations in her head before she went to sleep and imagine what other things they might talk about when she saw him next. She didn’t expect to find Eddie charming or endearing. She didn’t expect he would push her buttons or make her laugh. She didn’t expect to feel so safe with him either. Least of all, she didn’t think she would ever find someone who truly understood her, not until Eddie Munson came along.
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hey guys, i'm so sorry ive been inactive! i just stepped up my hours at work so ive been pretty busy,, but ive still got a lot of drafts to post so don't fret 😁 i just be lurking on here tbh
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Hi! I remember doing a fic list for my old fandom and just wanted to make one for the Stranger Things one because I spend way to much time reading fics🤍 Just wanted to say thank you to all the amazing fic writers we have in the fandom🤍
One Shots:
Anything For You ~ @asteria02
Bad For Business ~ @marvelsswansong
Billy’s At The Door ~ @hawkeyeharrington
Can We Always Be This Close ~ @upsidedownwithsteve
Can We Start Over ~ @weird-is-life
Chateau ~ @indouloureux
Film Scene Daydream ~ @1986harrington
Hawkins Heat & Hypocrites ~ @redrebecca
Home Is Wherever I’m With You ~ @finalgirleddiemunson
I’ve Got You ~ @familyvideostevie
I Wanna Be Yours ~ @lurkymurker
Jealous Jill ~ @jellyfishbeansontoast
Just Hold Me ~ @masterkenobi
Just Like Summer ~ @pellucid-constellations
Kiss Me With Your Fist ~ @forever-rogue
Let Me Look At You For A Bit ~ @underoossss
Not Far Off ~ @magicchai
Pancakes for two ~ @the-archxr
Stay Awhile ~ @milkiane
Tell Me That I’m All You Want ~ @sinclaiirs
The Shift ~ @roanniom
Twenty Questions ~ @everloree
Upside Down ~ @keeryshouse
Vecna ~ @starkleila
You Belong With Me ~ @peterbenjiparker
6 Times Steve Was Pining ~ @fandomtravels
Series:
Enigma ~ @runawaymunson
Instrument Of War ~ @divineecelestial
Little Harrington ~ @tbmunson
Sex Education ~ @sortagaysortahigh
Strange ~ @damn-stark
The Divorce ~ @asgardwinter
One Shots:
Broke The Rule ~ @eddiemunsons-girl
Come Back To Me ~ @poeticandors
Get The Darkness To Dance ~ @harringtown
Hate To Love You ~ @parkerslatte
In My Darkest Hour ~ @pechesworld96
Lipstick & Leather ~ @ladylannisterxo
Love Me Tomorrow ~ @andvys
My Hero ~ @hawkins-losers
Opposites Attract ~ @spiderl0rd
Play Pretend ~ @webslinger-holland
Quite The Gentleman ~ @steviebears
Save A Prayer ~ @stranger-nightmare
Say You Will Still Be My Side ~ @eddiemunsonssoulmate
Something Extra ~ @luveline
Strange Love ~ @strangemarvelss
Series:
I’ll Make It Up To You ~ @stranger-nightmare
My Girl ~ @loveronlineee
Rumors ~ @offictionandfandoms
Worlds Apart ~ @munsons-maiden
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this is literally one of my biggest horny fantasies holy shit
Naked Window Neighbour
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Mayfield!reader
Word count: 1.8k
Summary: you're visiting your cousin Max down at the trailer park and forget that trailers offer little in terms of privacy resulting in you flashing your new neighbour Eddie Munson.
Warnings: flashing, voyeurism if you really really squint?, Eddie teasing and being suggestive, Eddie being a bit of a perv, reader is over 18
Author's note: this story was inspired by me and all the neighbours who have definitely seen my boobs. I am unashamedly the naked window neighbour on my street. I know I say this about everything I've written so far but I could see there possibly being a part 2? I'm also aware that as Max's cousin on her mother's side your surname probably isn't Mayfield but oh well I'm not about to dig around for a family tree. Thank you for taking the time to read and, as always, don't hesitate to send feedback and suggestions <3
Minors please DNI
The hard gravel crunched beneath your tires as you pulled into the trailer park. You switched off the engine and exited the car heading to the trunk where your suitcase sat before pulling it out of the car and lugging it up the steps towards Max’s trailer. It was late, and the night-sky was already upon you as you knocked the door and waited for someone to let you in.
“Hi Aunt Susan.” You smiled as Max’s mother answered the door.
“Hi sweetheart,” she replied softly. “glad to see you made it in one piece. How was the drive?”
“Not too bad, glad to finally be here though.” You sighed making your way through the entrance and into the hallway. You plopped your suitcase down onto the carpet before opening your arms to your aunt and embracing her in a hug. She looked like she needed one. You knew that she and your cousin Max had been struggling since Billy had died. That was actually the reason for your stay. You’d graduated from high school the summer just passed and, since you were currently between jobs, your mother had asked you to take the drive down to Hawkins for a couple of weeks just to be a helping hand around the place whilst they were still grieving. You were more than happy to do so, of course. You and Max had always been close growing up and, despite there being a few years gap between your ages, you loved spending time together. The sound of you two talking must have alerted Max to your arrival because before you could even take your shoes off you heard footsteps heading towards the living room where you stood.
“Y/n.” you looked over to the doorway to see a familiar red head walking your way.
“Max!” you exclaimed pulling her into a long hug. “It’s so good to see you.” you sighed stroking her hair before letting her go again.
“I’m glad you’re here.” She said giving a small smile. You could tell she wasn’t her usual fiery self but you were hoping a shoulder to cry on and some quality time together would be able to help that at least a little bit.
Two weeks had passed and you’d started to notice a difference in both Max and your Aunt Susan. You’d spent your time mainly helping out around the trailer with cooking, cleaning and any other small tasks that needed doing as well as taking Max out to for some girly time together. This morning was no different to any of the previous mornings you’d spent in Hawkins. You woke up in time to make breakfast for Max before seeing her on her way to school and by the time Susan was up and ready for work you had already begun on cleaning the kitchen. Once that was done, you decided it was finally time for you to grab a shower before getting on with the rest of your day.
You welcomed the warm soapy water as it trickled down your body. You hummed mindlessly to yourself as you washed enjoying the privacy of an empty trailer. Turning the water off, you reached for your towel ready to dry yourself but after grabbing at thin air several times, you realised you’d forgotten to bring one to the bathroom. Thank fuck no one else was home. Dripping ever so slightly, you exited the bathroom and headed to the spare room where you had been staying during your visit. You took your time getting ready, laying out your clothes in front of you in an attempt to put together a cute outfit. You’d been living out of one suitcase for the past two weeks now, and were beginning to struggle finding new outfit combinations. You paid no mind to the fact that you were completely naked, forgetting that the trailer was just above ground-level throughout, and therefore offered little privacy from those outside.
Eddie Munson, in true Eddie Munson style, was once again running late for school. Despite being neighbours, you hadn’t actually run into each other yet, you opting to complete most of your errands during the day whilst he was in school, and him often returning late from dealing and band practice whilst you were asleep or curled up on the couch watching movies with Max. This morning, however, Eddie had slept through all of his alarms and woke up almost an hour later than he had intended. Cursing to himself he jumped out of bed, got dressed and grabbed a pop tart from the kitchen not even bothering to toast it before he left. Stumbling out of his trailer and making his way to his van, he noticed movement in the window of the trailer opposite him. Curiosity got the better of him and, once his eyes had focused, he realised it was your naked figure that had caught his eye. Eddie knew he shouldn’t be looking, but he couldn’t help but be drawn in by your soft curves and the way your hips swayed to whatever tune you were humming.
As you pondered over the clothes in front of you, you began to feel a warmth on the back of your neck as if you were being watched. You turned to look out of the window before setting eyes on a boy with brown curly hair and a leather jacket. You made eye contact and he gave you a small smile before it hit you. Fuck. You were completely naked. Your arms flew up immediately in an attempt to cover yourself and preserve whatever was left of your dignity and you crouched down out of his sight. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He’d definitely seen you. You popped your head up slightly and looked out of the window again to see if he was still there. Sure enough, he was. He caught your eye once more and you could have sworn you saw him wink as he made his way over to his van and proceeded to drive off. You felt the heat creep up your neck and into your face in embarrassment, but that wasn’t the only feeling. Something about the look he gave you made your thighs clench slightly and warm funny feeling begin to stir in your stomach. Once you were sure he was gone, you stood up again and threw on the nearest articles of clothing not even caring if they looked good or not.
By the time the afternoon came around, you’d pretty much forgotten about this morning’s incident. You looked out of the window and noticed droplets of rain covering the glass. You knew Max had her bike on her, but seeing as you had a car and nothing better to do you decided to drive down to the school and pick her up. By the time you had pulled up at the school the rain had practically stopped. Nonetheless, you decided to wait for Max, getting out of your car and leaning against the hood so she would be sure to see you. Several minutes passed until you noticed the same red hair walking out of the school building and towards you. She seemed caught up in conversation with a couple of boys who looked to be about her age, friends you assumed.
“Are you sure you don’t want to join our campaign?” a curly haired boy asked her, smiling softly.
“If I play, do I get one of those cool t-shirts?”
“Uh yes! Of course.” He answered excitedly.
“Dustin, she’s being sarcastic.” A slightly taller, dark-haired boy replied. You chuckled as the curly-haired boy’s expression changed to one of disappointment.
“Max!” you called. “Over here.” You waved beckoning her towards you.
“Who’s this?” Dustin asked as he and the other boy followed her over to you.
“This is my cousin Y/n,” she replied as you smiled at the boys. “Y/n, this is Dustin and Mike.”
“Hi,” you replied. “I didn’t want you to have to cycle home in the rain so I thought I’d come and get you.” You explained. Max and the two boys continued to talk as you squeezed Max’s bike into the back of the car doing your best not to get mud all over the seats. As you shut the car door, you heard another voice calling out to Dustin and Mike, this time belonging to a guy.
“Hey, have you two managed to find a substitute for Sinclair yet?” he asked.
“Not yet,” Mike responded. “we’re running out of people to ask.” He complained. You looked over to the group to see who it was that was speaking and you almost choked on your breath when you saw the familiar curly brown hair and leather jacket from this morning. Getting a better look at him this time round, you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was, making this morning’s flashing incident just that little bit more embarrassing. Feeling your gaze on him, Eddie’s eyes met yours and you knew instantly, from the smirk on his face, that he recognised you. Dustin must have noticed that Eddie was no longer paying attention to anything him and Mike were saying and spoke up before you had the chance to drag Max back to the car and go into hiding for the foreseeable future.
“Oh Eddie, this is Y/n. She’s Max’s cousin.”
“Eddie Munson,” he replied to you giving a theatrical bow. “have we met before?”
“I don’t believe so.” You replied trying your hardest to act cool as if this man hadn’t had an eyeful of your tits only hours ago.
“Hm it’s just that you look so familiar.” He said teasingly. “I can’t seem to put my finger on it.” You couldn’t help but enjoy the way he looked at you hungrily, his eyes pausing for maybe the slightest bit too long on your chest.
“Well Y/n’s staying with me at the moment so you’ve probably just seen her around the trailer park.” Max suggested.
“Yeah, that must be it.” You replied. “Anyways Max, are you ready to go?” Eddie didn’t take his eyes off of you as you stepped away leaving Max to say goodbye to her friends.
“Well, neighbour.” He leaned in towards you so the others couldn’t hear. “If you ever need to get away from babysitting, you know where to find me.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively before shooting you a wink and heading back towards his own van. You felt that same warmth between your legs in response to his flirting and you desperately hoped it didn’t show as you turned to face the others. Despite the overwhelming embarrassment in knowing he’d seen you completely naked, you couldn’t shake the feeling that your time in Hawkins might just have gotten interesting.
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just wanna kiss eddie on the tip of his stupid fucking nose and then do a stupid little forehead touch thing after where we gaze into each other’s eyes lovingly ugh
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naw cus he be on my mind 24/7 like i just wanna look at his face up close
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summary You ask your best friend Eddie to give you your first kiss. Eddie's not really in the habit of saying no to you. [4k]
warnings fem!reader, fluff, first kiss, eddie being totally sweet on his best friend, wrist kisses, sharing a bed, eddie reads to you, you hurt your arm and eddie is overprotective/doting etc, unspoken mutual pining, requested here
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"This is way heavier than you implied," you say, words followed by a startled, pained gasp as you lose your grip on the amp and it almost pops your wrist from the socket trying to keep it up.
"Shit," he says.
Eddie quickly shoves the bigger amp he'd been carrying into the back of the van and makes to help you, his fingers pushing into your stomach as he lugs it up into his arms.
"I'm sorry," he says, and for once you think his apology might be genuine. "I forget how heavy they feel at the end of the night."
Your arms ache. You definitely pulled something you didn't mean to, a sharp pinching pain climbing from your wrist to the crook of your elbow. "Eddie, I think I hurt myself."
He shoves the last amp into the van and doesn't bother closing the door, turning back to you with a concerned grimace. "Yeah? Your wrist?"
He holds his hand out and you extend your arm, wincing. He's tentative, taking your wrist in one hand while the other grasps your upper arm loosely.
"What's it feel like?"
"Like I twisted my ankle, but in my wrist."
He laughs under his breath at your explanation, sweat-damp hair falling into his eyes as he looks you over. "The word you're looking for is 'sprained,'" he informs you jovially.
There's no physical evidence of any injury, not that either of you had expected that, and he has no real reason to be touching you. His thumb smooths over the flat of your wrist.
"How bad is it? Amputation?" you ask, suddenly all drama. You put on a tearful frown and pinch your eyebrows together.
Eddie – who's used to this, who encourages this – nods gravely. "You'll likely never use it again."
"Good heavens, doc. Is there really nothing you can do?" you implore, leaning away from him with your uninjured hand thrown to your forehead.
"Nothing… unless you're willing to undergo the most invasive, painful, gruesome operation any one girl has ever undergone."
"Anything."
"Close your eyes."
You close them, always willing to play these fanciful make-believe's with him. He's charming, it's funny, but you can't say you expect the hot press of his lips against your pulse. If it had been a smacking, playful thing with too much spit you would have laughed about it, but it hadn't been. It's gentle. It's sweet.
He pulls away. You open your eyes to find him lingering, staring at your wrist. A split-second.
"Fixed, right?" he asks smugly.
You take your arm back and curl it towards your chest, twinging with pain. "Definitely. Good as new."
Eddie slams the back doors shut and stretches with a groan, cool night air kissing the shining sliver of abdomen that emerges. He's always sweaty after a gig. You know you should find it gross.
You should.
"Alright, get in the van, sweet thing. It's way past your bedtime."
You laugh and climb into the passenger side, skirt riding up and tights featuring a brand new ladder thanks to some idiot who'd almost broken your leg. You point it out to Eddie as he starts the engine, "Did you see this? S'my last good pair of tights."
He tugs at the ladder and you squeal, pulling your thigh up and over the other so he can't reach it.
"There, they're punk now. Do it on purpose and you're cool," he says sagely.
"Are you staying?" he asks, the question so familiar it doesn't need a proper end.
"Thanks for that."
There's lost minutes of a comfortable silence. You watch the roads change as you draw nearer and nearer to home.
"If you shower first."
He sighs like this is very tortuous of you to ask but agrees. "Yeah, whatever. Always get what you want," he mutters, taking a rough turn that has you gripping your seat. "My bad."
"Learn to drive!" you demand, laughing.
"You learn to drive! Then you wouldn't need a ride every night!"
"Baby," you say earnestly. "Rides to your shows."
He looks at you out of the corner of his eye. You turn to him, perplexed by his uncharacteristic silence. Usually he has something quick to say, an uppity comeback, too witty for his own good and twice as fast.
"What? Wait, don't tell me, you're having a total epiphany right now on why I'm the best friend you've ever had." You nod to yourself, leaning back in your seat with your chin held high. "It's easy. I'm extremely dedicated, I'm sharp as a whip. I'm funny, I'm confident-"
"Humble."
"I'm humble. And obviously very pretty."
He hums to himself. "I kind of hate when you joke about stuff like that."
You blink and drop your chin. "What?" you ask. Weaker than you mean to, your chest feels that heavy weight of an unexpected argument, but Eddie doesn't look angry.
"Because- 'cos I know you don't mean it." He draws his eyes from the road, a familiar stretch of black top leading into Forest Hills, and gives you a well-meaning grimace.
"Sorry, I-"
He clears his throat. "No, don't be. I guess I wished you actually believed that shit. Do you know how many people would come to all of my shows? Listen to the same ten songs, drink the same shitty beer and then help me pack up at the end of the night?" He sounds back to normal. Punchy, a hair's width from incensed. "Nobody but you."
"I'm your best friend," you say firmly. "Of course I'm gonna do all that."
"Right." He laughs and scrapes a hand through his dishevelled hair.
You pull into the parking spot and climb out of the van. You slip like you always do, giggling to yourself as Eddie comes around to roll his eyes at you and shut the door.
"We'll leave it for tonight," he says after he's retrieved Sweetheart, his prized guitar, traipsing up the steps to the front door. "Don't want you straining your poor wrist any further."
You kind of agree. "Or you could do it all by yourself and I'll watch."
"Maybe tomorrow. Are you hungry?"
You ignore his question and waltz straight into his bedroom, throwing yourself down on his rumpled sheets with a harrumph. He puts Sweetheart back into her rightful place and presses a kiss to his fingers. You can't help thinking of the kiss he'd given you, bringing your wrist to your chest where he can't see. It feels the same as it had before, but different. It still aches.
Eddie throws himself down next to you and climbs up over your back, a hand on your shoulder. "Is it still hurting?"
You squeeze it. "Not really."
"Let me see? If it's swollen I could get you some ice. Or, like, a bag of frozen peas. Not that I think we'd have anything that green in the freezer," he corrects himself.
"I don't think they have to be peas to work."
"What if that's where you're wrong? What if we totally need the power of the peas?"
You turn on your back so he can see your wrist. Hovering above you, all his smells and sounds are amplified. The gentle hum as he looks over your arm. The smell of sweat under deodorant, cigarette smoke and something funkier. Then, mixed in with everything, cedar.
When his kind attention on your wrist becomes too much you wrinkle your nose and make a big show of moving away from him. "God, you stink."
"You're fucking horrible," he says, putting your arm down carefully. "I'm gonna shower. Find your pajamas."
"Did you wash them?" you ask as he climbs off of the bed.
"Nope."
You grumble about dirty clothes and search for the pajamas you'd left here last time. Eddie disappears into the cramped bathroom and you can hear every sound he makes, the clipping of bottle caps, even his footsteps moving from the cabinet under the sink and into the shower.
Water sloughs heavily against the glass partition and you try not to listen, try not to think about him and what he's doing and where his hands are.
When he comes in he's in a towel and nothing else. You squeak and pull his covers up past your eyes. "Christ, Eds."
"What? It's my room. I forgot to take clothes in with me."
"You're sullying my eyes."
"Like you've never seen it before."
You scowl. "I've never seen you naked."
"Can you come out? You're being ridiculous."
You hear him go into the bathroom and let the sheets fall from your face, blinking at the sudden brightness. Yellow lamp light bounces of the poster-covered walls, shiny as egg yolk.
He's left the bathroom door open. You peer out into the hallway and then stop yourself, feeling guilty. You don't actually want to see him naked. You're curious.
"Fine," he says as he trudges back in, plaid pants low on his hips. He shrugs into a t-shirt and it sticks to his damp torso, leaving his dark happy trail on show for the second time tonight. "You've never seen me naked. It's not like you've never seen any guy naked."
You feel a tepid mixture of embarrassment and defensiveness. "Who says I've seen a guy naked?"
His eyes are owlishly large, dark lashes not far from kissing his eyebrows as they pinch together. "What?"
You don't repeat yourself.
"You fucked Jerry Mandoza."
"Did not," you say, startled.
"I gave you condoms."
You resist the urge to glare at him. "And you can have them back, if you like. They've been in my nightstand for a year."
"I thought you liked him."
"I did. I just wasn't… ready."
He holds his hands up in surrender. "That's fine, babe. Swear. But, you never told me. Why didn't you tell me?"
He sits heavily at the end of the bed and takes the towel from around his neck, scrubbing ruthlessly at his wet curls.
"That's exactly why your hair gets so frizzy," you chide lightly, climbing on knees to his side. You ease the towel from his hands and are much kinder than he'd been, drying the skin before his hairline and behind his ears and then moving onto his pretty curls.
"He didn't do anything creepy, did he?" Eddie asks. He smells like toothpaste.
You laugh as you wring excess water from his hair as carefully as you can. "No. He was actually really sweet. Said all the right things. He was a gentleman," you drawl dropping the towel back to his shoulders.
"But?"
You sit back and smile at him. "I don't know. He leaned in for a kiss and I just… I got so nervous about it. He closed his eyes and I didn't think, I turned my cheek. He didn't call me for another date. Can't say I blame him."
You're not sure why you never told Eddie that story before. He tilts his head to one side and squints. "Why were you nervous? He was in marching band."
You snort. "It wasn't about him. I guess I was worried my first kiss would be awful."
He rubs the back of his neck with his towel. "First kiss, huh?" he asks.
"Right."
He pulls the towel away, holds it in his lap. You notice his rings are missing, likely still in the bathroom. "I mean, I think you did the right thing. If you weren't ready it can't hurt to wait. And first kisses, they can really suck. Mine, with fucking- fucking Darren Harmon, that sucked. He spit in my mouth so much I think I tasted his dinner from the night before."
You laugh in shock and disgust. "That's gross."
"Tell me about it."
"Why did he spit?"
Eddie brings his legs up onto the bed and his tone is gentle. "Well, when you kiss someone, there's like-" He raises his hands and drops them, lost for the right words. "You know, tongue."
"Is it weird?"
"Sure. Of course it is. But it's really fucking fun, too. Or it can be, if the spit is kept to a minimum." He purses his lips, eyebrows raised. "Actually, spit can be kinda nice if you like the person you're kissing. It's hard to explain."
You spread your legs to fall into a W-shape, hands braced on your knees. "Sorry, I'm not trying to harass you for details."
"You're my best friend. I'll tell you anything you want."
You smile at your legs.
Eddie reaches over to put his hand atop yours. He's leaning toward you, hair falling in his face as he catches your eye. "It's fine. Keep your first kiss for someone you actually like, babe. You'll like it better."
He squeezes your fingers and leaves the room. You can hear him filling a glass of water and turning off all the lights he's left on.
"Did you want anything else?" he asks, offering the glass.
"No, I'm just gonna brush my teeth really quick."
"Take your time."
You take a little bit more than you need to, staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror until your heart is pounding, thoughts coming a thousand a second. Lately, Eddie's touches – his hand around your wrist, his thigh over your thigh, even the thud of his rubber toed converse tapping yours – have become individual events in time. Even when you can't remember the conversation, you can remember his skin on yours. You look at photos from gigs and instead of thinking, Oh, that's the night we made fun of Gareth's new haircut, a truly momentous occasion, you think, That's the night Eddie tugged me by the belt loop. That's when he brushed an eyelash off of my cheek. That's when he leaned in so close I thought he was gonna kiss me.
Even now, the conversation about kisses is fading though you desperately want to remember what he'd said. The sound of his voice slips away. The heat of his fingers curled around yours remains.
You wash your hands twice and don't feel any better.
As if destiny or some higher power feels the need to taunt you, you slide into bed with an amicable handful of inches between your thigh and Eddie's and he totally ignores the gap, sidling up to you with a smile.
"You'll like this," he says, spreading the paperback in his hands open on your thigh. "'A pockmark of matter that can dissolve any light that threatens to eradicate, to nullify, to quantify. An indelible darkness, spreading from one universe to the other, the pristine pages of a tome sullied by a piercing fountain of ink,'" he reads to you, his voice smooth and unhurried. "Guess what she's talking about?"
"Dark matter?"
"What? Keep your astronomy to yourself, dork. She's talking about the Puppet's heart. How sick is that?"
You grin. It is pretty sick.
Eddie's smile grows with yours, though his lips part when he notices something on your face. "You have-" He brings his thumb to your mouth and brushes it roughly, tugging the soft pillow of your upper lip up.
You turn your face. "Jeez. Keep your hands to yourself, Munson."
"Sorry," he says, not sounding very sorry.
"You wanna read some more of your book to me?" you ask. "My eyes are tired."
You lay down flat with one of his pillows smushed under your head and Eddie reads, sitting with his back to the headboard. "'You turn the page and find the ink has eaten into the next page, and the next. The damage is expansive, Dolly says, lifting her chin. But not limitless. Eventually, a page will turn. Eventually, the page beneath remains plain.'"
"I thought Dolly and the Puppet loved each other," you murmur, watching his finger slide up the back of the book.
He gives you a knowing smile. "They did."
"Not anymore?"
"I don't know. He's not the same anymore. He really is evil," Eddie says. "'The Puppet becomes a man of flesh and bone before her, nothing like she had remembered and yet the same. His voice, slick as oil, becomes a malfeasance of sound where before it had been her most treasured melody. And if the tome were sullied to begin with? The Puppet asks. If the darkness subsisted where I only lay my hand?"
"They speak in riddles," you complain.
Eddie shushes you. "'Don't act as though you didn't bring about this war, Dolly says, her voice harsh as tree bark. The Puppet draws ever closer, his wicked grin softened. A puppet once more. I did it for you, he says.'"
You gasp so loudly it makes your throat burn. "He did not!" you whisper-shout.
Eddie chuckles, hand dropping to your shoulder. "He didn't."
"Keep reading!"
"'Dolly refuses to acknowledge his pleading tenor. You did not, she shouts. You created this conflict to become what you wanted to become.
"'Someone you could love. The Puppet places a frozen hand over her cheek. She hits at his chest with the brunt of her palms, hands growing limp as he murmurs. Someone you could kiss.'"
You miss the rest of his reading, eyes slamming shut as if you'd been stuck. You catch small parts. An attempted reunion, a sword tipped in biting silver from the coldest recess of the moon. A short fight, a retreat.
"Are you sleeping?" Eddie whispers.
You swallow. "Almost," you whisper back.
Eddie tosses the paperback onto his desk and pulls the covers over your shoulders and curls toward you. "You should get some rest, sweetheart. It's been a long day."
You nod and turn to him, refusing to open your eyes. "Goodnight," you say, rubbing your cheek against the brushed cotton of his pillowcase.
"Goodnight."
Long minutes of silence. You can feel his warmth beside you like a heating pad under the sheets. You know his hand lies an inch away, if that, his fingers lax. You could stroke the length of his pinky with yours.
As if he knows, as if he can read your mind, a fingertip reaches out to tap yours. "Are you okay?" he asks.
You open one tired eye and lift your face enough to open the other. He looks beautiful. Hair half-dried and flat to his cheek. You reach out to push it from his face slowly. If you were any braver you'd tuck it behind his ear, scratch his scalp lightly with your nails.
"Is it your arm?" he asks.
You drop your hand. "'M just thinking."
"I can't help with that," he jokes, turning his gaze to the ceiling.
You laugh under your breath but even to yourself it sounds odd.
"Do you think you'd ever kiss me?" you utter eventually.
He doesn't answer for a while. Your heart races fast enough that it's all you can hear, like the wind rushing in your ears.
"Is that what you want?"
"I want my first kiss to be a good one."
"And you think it would be, with me?"
"You said to keep it for someone I actually like."
He takes your wrist into a kind hand. Calluses slide over your skin. "I meant someone you have the hots for, babe."
Dangerous territory. Wary to admit anything else, you try to take his rejection with grace. "It's okay if you don't want to. Was just… wondering," you murmur.
He strokes your wrist. "I'll kiss you if you want me to."
"No, I-" You laugh, all nerves and too much blood. "I don't want a pity kiss, Eddie."
"Who said anything about pity?" he says, voice quiet as yours had been and harbouring much less panic.
He pulls your arm like he's encouraging you toward him and you hiss. His grip slackens. "Sorry, I should've-"
"It aches, that's all," you say.
Understanding lightens his eyes. Honey melting into a woody brown. "Shit," he mutters, lowering his head. "I'm sorry." He presses his lips to your wrist in a small kiss. "If it's hurting you should've said."
The words come out hot.
"It…" you drift off as he gives you another kiss. Another.
Close-lipped, Eddie dots pecks down your arm until he reaches the crook of your elbow. He slows and stays. You take the initiative and drop your hand into his hair, stroking behind his ear like you wanted to, like you've wanted to for a while, and shiver as the tip of his nose ghosts against sensitive skin.
He draws away, pulls up, his face much closer than you can remember it ever having been before. You try to breathe normally but the look on his face prompts breathlessness, his eyes steady, bordering impassive. His lips hint a soft bemusement.
He raises his chin. "This okay?"
"This," you repeat, fingers curling into his hair.
Eddie moves in, bringing a hand to your face to guide you to one side. His lips bump into yours and you let your eyes close, overwhelmed by this new feeling. There's a tenderness to how he holds you still, worse when he pulls you in, his kiss hot and soft as water.
He slides his fingertips under your sleeve, palm hot to the breadth of your upper arm. His grip tightens incrementally and you try not to pull his hair in response, your knee hitting his thighs as your body seeks him out.
His lips part against yours and you both suck in a breath before he's kissing again. You try your best to follow his lead, though quickly find yourself a laughing mess as he wraps his arm around your shoulder to pull you close.
"What's funny?" he asks.
You honestly don't know. It's a giddy feeling to be this close, more so when he smiles back and tries to start up another round of sweet kisses, his lips pressing to yours insistently. He caresses the length of your back until you sigh, your open mouth an invitation that he sinks into.
You scrunch the hem of his shirt in your hand when he sucks on your top lip, nonplussed.
Eddie pulls away. Your eyes open in tandem.
You're noticeably out of breath and he isn't unaffected, his chest rising and falling almost as quickly as yours. "So," he says, inhale a struggle though he tries to hide it, "how was that? A good one?"
"I don't know. I don't have anything to compare it to."
"No?" he asks, already leaning in for another.
You weave your hand into his hair and he rubs his hand down your arm until your aching wrist throbs under his fingertips, callused by metal strings and somehow impossibly soft.
"I'm sorry about your arm," he murmurs.
You hope your hum against his lips conveys your forgiveness.
When you've been kissed to the point of dizziness you break it to hide in the space under his chin, breathing in his new smells, his skin, his hair. The remnants of soap; a sharp citrus, mandora awash in something heady.
He pushes his arm under your chest and wraps you up. You hug him back, languid in his hold as he starts to rub your back. Broad, sweeping lines. Your shirt pulls up and he smooths it back down.
"Don't get ahead of yourself," you joke lightly, quickly chased by a big yawn.
"If you're tired, you can sleep," he assures you.
"It was a good kiss."
"Tell me all about it in the morning, okay? Sleep, pretty girl."
You're feeling more and more tired with each passing second. Fatigue hangs heavy and his wandering hands make it worse.
"'Nother kiss in the morning?" you ask, burrowing your face into his shoulder.
He takes a little while to answer, turning his lips down into your temple. "Y'always get what you want, don't you?"
With Eddie? Just about.
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ty for the rec babes <3
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part 1 // 3
hold me closer + by @eddiesbug
bracelet + by @siempre-bucky
misplaced notebook by @lady-ashfade
call it what you want + by @etherealperrie
happy + by @iliveiloveiwrite
i wanted him to look at me (!) by @thismessymasterpiece
remember me?
birds and the bees (!*) by @greatlampfestival
i was made for loving you * by @ringpop-poppy
dirty, dirty girl * by @eddiemunsonswhxre
sinner * by @hellfirebabes
for your viewing pleasure * by @pixiehollands
he’s a keeper * by @eddiebun
red string * by @amatchinwater
harsh words ! by ^
your eddie (!) by ^
i know what you want from me * by ^
hard to love ! by @steviebears
morning newspapers & fresh coffee + by @marvelsswansong
“you are such a good girl” * by @rainylana
afterglow + by @siempre-bucky
mighty protector +(!) by @creme-bruhlee
the freak’s got a tongue of gold * by @arachine
tell me how you really feel by @1800grvy
only you * by @eagerbby
bad idea * by @peterthepark
magic tongue * by @diaparkerwrites
total mystery + by @marvelsswansong
what i like about you * by @say-al0e
love me ! by @steviebears
pretty boy + by @hunterwritings
we aren’t friends // part 2 by @fan-fantasies
boyish ! by @hauntlikeaghost0
ive got my eye on you ! by @fraeira
prom? ! by @sailortongue
you callin’ me a liar? + by ^
so damn into you * by @peterthepark
liar * by @eddiebun
one-shot by ^
softie * by ^
make you feel good * by @roanniom
tiddies * by @kriffingstars
i want more * by @greengoblinswifey
frozen strawberries by @sapphireplums
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so what's stopping you from looking at me that way, hm?
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Hey boo! Saw you brought a vibrator recently and i really want one too but I'm too scared to order one incase my parents realise what it is when it's delivered or if they find it etc 😕
aw man i'm sorry it's not as accessible to you as it was for me :(
i'm tempted to say it would probably be fine but i don't know your parents 🤷♀️
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bruh joseph quinn is so adorable pls :( that whole interview was so cute help me god
but why tf was he on there for like 5 seconds? the youtube version way longer...
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about to watch joseph quinn's interview... DONT fuck this up jimmy i swear to god
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nope i also want to know what kind of toothpaste he uses and how long he takes in the shower
sometimes i ask myself what daily things would eddie do. like what cigarettes would he smoke? would he be good at cooking? stuff like that and i find it kind of obsessive of me. am i the only one?
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i look for the jimmy fallon ice cream every time i go to a grocery store but they don't sell it anymore... my heart is brocken 💔
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i hooked up my cable JUST for jimmy fallon tonite 😁😏🤭
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hi horse foot anon back again in less than two minutes anyway could you imagine running your fingers down eddie’s sides here and making him squirm mmmmm delicious
delicious indeed. he'd shiver and even get goosebumps like ... 🤭🤭🤭 you'd be able to see his muscles tense and stuff
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this isn’t a request i just wanted you to know that it’s 3am and i thought the middle picture of the collage thing for hard to love was like a horse’s foot or something and then i read the whole thing trying to figure out why the horse’s foot was relevant
LMFAOOOO THTS SO FUCKING FUNNY HELP ME oh my god thank you for telling me this 😭😭
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