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𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠- E.M

ꨄ☠︎︎♪♫

𝐻𝑖! I’m Hope! I have been writing fan fiction for a while, but this is my first little thing I’ve actually posted/let people read 💀 I’m sure it’s not great but please be kind. I’ve already written a couple chapters, so hopefully you enjoy 🙏

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: first chapter is pretty tame, just some best friend fluff, best friends/fools in love, light angst, substance use, suggestive material, swearing (probably? I cuss like a sailor so I’m sure there’s some in there), mentions of bullying.

Minors dni! By reading you are agreeing that you are 18 years or older. ⚠︎︎

Summary: Before meeting Eddie, you felt completely invisible. He makes you feel seen. Before becoming best friends with Eddie, you were bullied endlessly. He doesn’t let anyone glance at you the wrong way. Before dating Eddie, you were positive you’d be alone forever. He constantly reminds you you’re stuck with him forever. Basically just reader and Eddie being idiots in love, and not realizing they both feel the same way. This story is heavily centered around music. The chapter titles will be song titles.

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God, if you loved two things in this world it was music and your goofball, metalhead best friend. Every car ride, every smoke sesh, every time you hung out- music was always a part of it. It was like it grounded the both of you. You relied on it to keep you sane.

Eddie was a stellar musician. Way too good to be playing in stupid Hawkins. In your opinion, he should be famous. But of course he wasn’t. Regardless, every time you saw him on stage, effortlessly plucking the cords of his prized guitar, letting himself be lost in the music, you swooned. As if you needed another reason to love him…you loved how his face distorted with passion and absolute focus while playing. To you, he was a god.

You were at every Corroded Coffin gig. Front row. Staring into Eddie’s eyes with absolute adoration and all consuming love. Having you there was Eddie’s good luck charm. It means so much to him that you both not only like the same music, but you like HIS much. A LOT. Maybe a little too much? Definitely an ego booster for Eddie.

While you were beyond delighted to experience the talent of Corroded Coffin, you much preferred your private concerts.

Him and you, not a care in the world, jamming to your favorite music. 24/7. Do you ever just sit in quiet, Jesus???!

Most people in Hawkins were repulsed by even the thought of metal as a genre, but it was you and Eddie’s favorite. That’s part of the reason you two immediately felt so drawn to each other 5 years ago.

14 year old Eddie was loud, weird, non-conforming, and amazing (still is). Meeting him was like a breath of fresh air from all the fake bullshit that you were convinced plagued the water and air in Hawkins.

You were both freshman when you first crossed paths. But that seemed to be where the similarities ended, at least that’s what you thought when you first met him. You didn’t exactly run in the same crowds, but not in the way that most people mean that.

You didn’t run with ANY crowds. Middle school had been a bottomless pit of bullying and torment for you. When you began high school, you worked hard to camouflage yourself, not wanting to become a target in your new school. Your Walkman was practically glued to your ears and you avoided any contact with other students. Or teachers for that matter. In your first year, teachers would try and call on you to participate. And after a while, they stopped. It wasn’t because they took pity on you, no. They had fallen for your camouflage just as the students did, just as you intended.

Your plan for freshman year was initiated out of fear of being rejected or ridiculed, but by the second semester, you found you didn’t mind being alone. There were a few times you would see other students laughing, having fun, sucking face, and you would feel a little lonely. Or they there was something wrong with them. Bit for the most part you enjoyed being alone. Hawkins was constricting and in love with the idea of conformity. By yourself, you were free to be yourself. Like the things you liked, hate the things you hated.

In your third semester of your freshman year, you met Eddie Munson. You of course knew who he was, and you actually found you were drawn to his playful spirit and cool-albeit alternative style. But rather than shed your camouflage, you chose to admire him from afar.

So weren’t you surprised when Eddie took matters into his own hands and began hanging around you. Often.

His favorite thing to do was get under your skin. Not really, even back then he knew he had feelings for you and he didn’t know how to express them.

Sometimes he would just sit in the library and watch you study. He loved the way your face scrunched up when you didn’t know the answer to a question. Sometimes he would wait until he saw you exit the building, hurriedly running up to you and interlocking arms with you as you walked to your car. His overly flirtatious demeanor and constant physical affection didn’t just surprise you- it downright sent you into a spiral. Why was this boy (you had JUST officially met two weeks ago) so comfortable showering you in undeserved compliments, holding your hand, and following you around like a golden retriever?! You weren’t dating- you weren’t even friends yet! You usually hated and avoided having any attention drawn to you. The first week you began tolerating his presence, Eddie was unable to break past your walls, look at you too long, let alone touch you. Day by day he started shedding your camouflage. He was patient, never expecting more than you would offer. He was lucky to get a few seconds of eye contact or a 30 second conversation (that usually involved you abruptly making an excuse to run out of the room). Of course he wanted you to open up to him, wanted you to like him, to be friends with him, to smash to the walls you had built up so high. But he would never push, not risking anything that would scare you away. He wasn’t usually a patient man, but he waited. And waited. He waited until you eventually were able to hold his gaze, to have real talks, to joke back and forth. He hated that he had to wait this long to fully examine your (in his mind) perfect features and to hear your angelic voice. It was torture. But he would have gladly waited his whole life for the chance to know you.

Long, beautiful fingers adorning cold metal plucked your headset from your ears, pulling you from your reverie. You looked up at him with a scowl and rolled your eyes. That would happen a lot. Your expressions and actions were often opposite your actual feelings, hoping if you didn’t act as clingy as you longed to be, he would never catch on.

“Whatcha listening to?” Eddie practically sung, a huge smile glued to his adorable face.

Mötley Crüe. Looks that Kill. You meant to say, but instead found yourself lost in his gaze and close proximity. He was practically sharing your seat with you. He loved doing shit like that. If only he knew the effect it had on you.

“You know, now that the headphones are off, you actually have to respond when people ask you questions.” Eddie jabbed sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes and scowled at him, expression betraying the fact that your actual reaction to his presence had your heart doing somersaults.

“Aww, don’t look at me like that. I’ll cry.” He pouted.

Even though he was joking, you immediately softened at this, trying to remember what he had originally asked you.

Before you could offer up a response, he brought the headset to his ear and beamed knowingly.

“God, I didn’t think there was a soul in Hawkins that had taste in music until I met you.” He groaned when he said this, completely innocuous to him, but lately these kind of things seemed more suggestive in your mind.

“Yep. Just you and me.”

Eddie’s heart fluttered at your words. Unbeknownst to you, eddie was also carrying a torch. A damn big one. You thought you were completely crazy for developing (not-so-friendly) feelings towards him for the last year . Little did you know he had been experiencing these feelings since day one. Why would you ruin the one friendship you had to tell him how you felt. You needed Eddie. You thought you were okay being alone, never relying on anyone but a few close family. After Eddie, you couldn’t stand the thought of not having him in your life.

“Good, that’s the way I like it.” He replied smoothly.

You giggled and blushed, and Eddie took advantage of your moment of weakness.

“Hey so there’s a concert tonight. I really want to go. Will you do me the kindest favor of joining me, princess?”

You told yourself you would always loathe these ridiculous nicknames. Your opinion was quickly changed when you heard them out of Eddie’s mouth. His voice was like a drug.

“Hmm,” you pondered dramatically. You, of course, had no plans and wanted nothing more than to go with him, but couldn’t resist messing with him. I mean, how could I? I will never tease and annoy him as much as he does me. And he’ll never love me as much as I do him. Not even in the same way.

That’s why it was so hard to go to these outings with him lately. You wanted nothing more than to go out in public and be that couple that you’ve always gagged at from afar. You wanted him to hold you, kiss you, let everyone know that you were his and he was yours.

As painful as your (platonic) dates had become, you never have the heart to say no to him.

“You know, if you’re busy it’s ok. I won’t mind.” Eddie was sure that was one of the biggest lies he’d ever told.

“No, of course I want to go. Sorry, just spaced out for a second there.” You replied quickly.

His face lit up, his eyes regaining that sparkle that you could never seem to tear your eyes away from.

“Sick! I’ll pick you up at 7?” He suggested, unable to keep the overwhelming enthusiasm from his voice.

“Yes sir,” you replied a little too friendly, twisting a lock of hair in your fingers and giving him a glowing smile. He’d do anything to recreate that smile.

Again, another innocuous statement to one of you, and something completely different for the other.

“Ed’s. Are you okay? Now you’ve gone and spaced out on me.” You laughed.

“Uwh, yes, sorry, sweetheart. I’ll see you tonight, ok?” He called as he rushed out of the room.

Well that was weird, you thought. Eddie never departed before blowing you a kiss or doing some flirty crap that meant nothing to him, and everything to you. Hmm, maybe he realized his best friend is embarrassingly obsessed with him and can’t stop thinking about jumping his bones. Oh god. You thought you’d been so careful. Maybe he found out and now wants nothing to do with you.

You had to take some deep breaths to stop the intrusive thoughts threatening to fill your eyes with tears.

You sat in silence, apart from your quiet sniffles. The last person left in the library.

Eddie, however, had sprinted directly from the library to the closest bathroom. Hearing you call him sir had short-circuited his brain, and he needed to escape before you realized how absolutely whipped he was. There was another thing he needed, too.

He quickly checked the bathroom for students, and splashed some water in his face, unable to contain his emotions. Or his erection. It was like that. Everything she did, even the smallest things, turned him on like nothing and no one else.

Eddie is kind of ridiculous, not ridiculous enough to jerk off in the Hawkins High bathroom. He quickly exited the bathroom and headed for the parking lot, opting to take care of his dilemma in his van. As he left, he noticed you were still in the library. You were far away, but he could tell you had been crying. His heart broke in two at the sight of your distressed state and puffy eyes.

He desperately needed to get to the privacy of his own van, but there was no way in hell he’d leave you like this. Before he could enter the library, you stood from your seat and left the library, probably to get home.

He tried to catch up with you, but was stopped short by a very intelligent, very arrogant, curly haired dork.

“Eddie! You left us hanging with that last campaign, and now you haven’t even talked about when the next one might be…soon right? This is torture!!” Dustin sighed exaggeratedly.

Eddie grabbed Dustin by the shoulders and shook him. Dustin’s eyes widened, realizing this was a terrible idea and Eddie was in one of his wild and chaotic moods.

“You want to know what torture is, Henderson?! I’ll tell you. Having to be friends with Y/N.”

Dustin couldn’t believe what he’d heard. Eddie put on a tough guy front, but the few that actually knew him knew he was really just a teddy bear, especially when it came to you. He never had an unkind word to say about you. “Eddie, what the hell, that’s so mean-“ Dustin started.

“NO NO NO that’s not what I meant, idiot. Having to be just friends. Nothing more. I can’t do it anymore. Every time I see her all I can think about is grabbing her and-“

“No, none of this, nope, no thanks, I get enough of this gross shit from Steve. Ok- so why haven’t you just TOLD HER? Haven’t you like been madly in love with her since the second you laid eyes on her?” Dustin mocked.

Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes, knowing Dustin was more or less correct.

“Just tell her dude. None of us can take it any more! This shit has been building up for years and you’re starting to go actually insane! Your campaigns are shit lately-“

“Weren’t you just begging me for the next-“ Eddie interrupted.

“Not relevant. The point is, please just tell her. If not for the sake of your lovesick heart- for ME. Or I will tell her mys-“

Eddie chuckled darkly as he pulled Dustin into a playful headlock.

“Dustin- you will do no such thing.” Eddie warned.

Eddie was prepared to give Dustin much more shit about his ridiculous speech, but he knew he was right. He had also just realized why he was in such a hurry out of the building in the first place. Y/N.

𝑂𝑘𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝐼 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠. Again, this is the first fic I’ve ever shared with anyone. I’m pretty nervous about it but I think we could all use some Eddie content right now…

I hope you had a good day, drank lots of water, and remembered that Eddie Munson is alive and well, ok? ❣︎

Blessed be.

𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒

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