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Eddie Munson x cheerleader! reader, Eds and Reader don't know each other, but Max and Dustin know both Eddie and Reader, and they both think that they would be a great couple so they try to get them to know each other but it never works. But what if Reader goes to the trailer park to take care of Max, or help her with homework but on her way to Max's trailer, Reader falls and Eddie sees it and helps her, after some time, Eddie and Reader start dating and it made Max and Dustin happy but they argue about who made that it happened? (I hope this make sense! I just imagine Max and Dustin seeing how similar Reader and Eddie are in some aspects so they're like, yeah, they would be a great couple, but for some reason, they can't make them like meet each other or even see each other! you can change some things if you think it'll be better!)

I love writing Max as a bestie. This idea is adorable. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting♥︎

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Max was surprised to find herself being friends with a cheerleader, granted it was forced in the beginning. Max's mom has been on an insane level since everything happened with Billy, so she refuses to let Max be alone. Y/N became Max's babysitter, Max wasn't warmed to the idea at first but now it was more of friends hanging out compared to babysitting.

Y/N was way more chill and interesting than the other cheerleaders, shocking Max. They talked, watched horror movies, shared comic books, and went to skate parks. With all of Y/N's badass interests, Max realized she might not be the only one who would adore her. Max knew she had to get Y/N to meet Eddie.

Dustin fell in love with Y/N the second she walked into the student council. Dustin's mom wanted him to engage in more school activities ( apparently hellfire wasn't real enough. ) But the student council wasn't horrible when Y/N was the president. Dustin was a love-sick puppy when it came to her and he practically was her vice president with how much he did for the club. Or for her. With her leading confidence and how high she held her head, Dustin couldn't help but see a bit of Eddie in her. That's when it snapped in Dustin's head that Eddie would love to meet this girl.

~~~

Max was rushing Y/N to Hellfire with a purpose in mind.

"I'm gonna be late for the student council!" Y/N groaned as Max dragged her arm down the opposite hallway.

"I know! I just need to show you something." Max said, a tiny smirk on her face. Her blue eyes lit up with mischief.

Max cheered as they reached the door, Y/N looked at her confused for two reasons. One, Max was excited about something, and two it was about a door with hellfire written on cardboard.

"What the hell is this?" Y/N asked, Max didn't answer, so she yanked open the door.

Max's smile and mood fell when she didn't see Eddie. Just the same losers she always saw.

"Where is he?" Max demanded, her foot stomped against the glossy floor.

"Dustin, dude, we can't be late for this campaign. The rest of the sheep are already set up." Eddie scolded but Dustin didn't listen. Just yanking Eddie down the hall.

"Just one minute!" Dustin groaned. He sighed at the lack of patience Eddie had.

"Where are we even going?" Eddie huffed.

"Tada!" Dustin cheered as he yanked open the wooden door. Eddie peeked in over Dustin's head and felt confused.

"Tada? It's a group of nerds talking about the school."

"It's called the student council, and she's not here!" Dustin growled. Where the hell was she?

~~~

Max and Dustin had no idea they were trying to get Y/N and Eddie to see each other. And they had no idea they were backfiring each other's plans.

"No! I need Eddie, I've been trying to get him to meet this girl for weeks!" Max snapped at Dustin, her icy blue eyes glaring straight at him.

Dustin felt himself shivering in fear but tried to stay confident.

"I don't care. I've got a way better girl for Eddie to meet."

"Mine's better, just watch." Max scoffed as she raced off on her skateboard.

"What did red want?" Eddie asked as he walked to his van.

"No clue. But look, I need you to drop me off at school early tomorrow, student council meeting." Dustin lied, Eddie huffed but agreed as he started the engine.

"Max, what's up? Dustin said he needed me this morning." Y/N asked as Max kept looking up and down the hallways.

"I just need to see something!" Max said as she looked into the parking lot. She saw Eddie's van but she couldn't find him at all. She checked all the rooms she knew Eddie knew but nothing.

"Dude, we've been here for ten minutes, when does this meeting start? We are the only ones here." Eddie sighed. He could have gotten another hour of sleep but this damn kid.

Dustin checked his watch with a pit of anxiety in his stomach. Y/N said she'd be here and she is nowhere to be seen.

"Whatever. I'm going to have a smoke." Eddie said as he walked out the door.

Not even two minutes later Y/N walked in with a grumpy Max.

"Of fucking course," Dustin said as he shook his head.

~~~

Max and Dustin were slowly wanting to give up. Every plan they had was backfired. Somehow Eddie and Y/N were always at the wrong place at the right time.

Y/N groaned as she walked through the muddy trailer park. She regretted wearing her nice shoes. A huge van came speeding down the road, frightening her into slipping in the mud.

She groaned as she landed on her ass. Now her clothes were as muddy as her shoes.

The van slammed on their breaks and a boy came running out.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." The boy apologized, he kneeled next to her as he softly helped her stand up.

She went to scream in his face but once she took in his face, she was silent. He was the most gorgeous boy she's ever seen. His soft skin, bone structure, nice jaw, and flowing brown curls rested on his shoulders.

"Oh, that's alright." She shrugged off with a smile. She was sure she'd have fallen for him the same way if he still wasn't holding her up by the waist.

Eddie didn't hear a word she said. Too amazed at how beautiful the girl was. He didn't even realize he was still touching her until she shifted.

"Shit sorry." He apologized again as he removed his hands. He took in her muddy clothes.

"This will sound so creepy, but can I drive you to my trailer to get you new clothes? I feel awful." Eddie smiled as she laughed.

"It is super creepy, but I also don't want to babysit in these clothes." So she agreed and they rode off to his trailer. Only to connect the dots that Max was right across the way.

"Here! It's just an old shirt and some sweatpants." Eddie said as he handed Y/N the clothes.

"Do you want me to drive you to the trailer you need?" Eddie asked as they stood at his front door.

"It's actually just right there so I can walk. Thank you, what was your name?" She asked.

"Eddie Munson, and you?" He asked as he held out his hand.

Max eyed Y/N as she walked in covered in mud and clothes in her hand.

"What happened to you?" Max asked as she got off the couch.

"Slipped in mud, but I got new clothes so gonna change!" Y/N said she walked into the bathroom, with a smile on her face.

~~~

A month passed and Max was preparing to give up. No matter what she did, she never got Eddie and Y/N in the same room.

"Why can't you come tonight again?" Max asked, Y/N walked beside her down the hallway.

"I've got a date, but your mom is staying home," Y/N explained.

"Where is the date? I've got a guy for you and I bet he's way better than whatever loser you picked yourself."

"Rude, he is not a loser. I appreciate in a weird way that you want to set me up, but I'm fine. We are going to the movies."

"Dustin, I can't! I'm going to the movies for a date." Eddie sighed as he searched for an outfit to wear.

"Waste of time, bro. I've got the perfect girl for you. Just cancel, then come be my wingman at the diner then I'll set you guys up!" Dustin argued.

"First, I am way too old to be your wingman. It's creepy. And second, this girl is hot, I'm not ditching."

"Come on dude! You are my only ride and my mom said I needed a babysitter. Steve is working so please?"

"She's here, see ya," Dustin said as he ran to an empty booth with his date.

Eddie picked a seat where he could see the back of Dustin's head.

He smiled when Y/N took the seat across from him, blocking Dustin.

They dived into a conversation and the time flew by in seconds.

Dustin said goodbye to his date and walked over to Eddie, he noticed Eddie was alone.

"Stood up?" Dustin mocked as he pointed to the empty seat.

"Bathroom, now beat it," Eddie said, but Dustin sat down instead.

"I've got nowhere to go, you are my ride." Dustin shrugged, grabbing a fry from the plate in the middle of the table. "Plus, my girl would be so much better for you."

Max walked into the diner, and her mom drove her to pick up dinner. She waited near the counter as she waited. She gasped when Y/N walked out of the bathroom.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had a date?" Max asked, her arms crossed.

"I do! We changed it to her because he had to babysit." Y/N explained.

"Babysit? Can't get a real job?" Max mocked and rolled her eyes.

"Watch it. I'm a babysitter." Y/N declared as she glared at the younger girl.

"Is he still here? I want to meet him so I can prove my guy is better."

Y/N sighed but agreed, walking Max to the table.

"Dustin?"

"Y/N?"

Eddie looked between them confused, "you two know each other?"

"How the hell do you know her?" Dustin spazzed as he looked at Eddie with huge eyes.

"EDDIE IS THE GUY!" Max squealed, and Y/N was confused about her showing a positive emotion.

"What is going on?" Eddie and Y/N asked at the same time.

After Dustin and Max explained their sides, they left the couple alone. Dustin walked Max out to her car, killing time until Eddie was ready to leave.

"I so did that." Dustin bragged, he nodded in improvement as Eddie slid his arm around Y/N as they walked out.

"They didn't even know you were trying to set them up, plus she met him because of me!" Max argued

"No, she did not!" Dustin fought back.

"Yes huh!"

"No huh!"

"It's kinda cute they wanted us together so much," Y/N said, walking out of the diner.

"I'm surprised Dustin thought I was in your league." Eddie chuckled, his arm still over her shoulder.

"I'm surprised you'd even like a cheerleader," Y/N replied.

"When they look like you? Yeah, I like the cheerleader." Eddie teased, but his heart raced as she laughed and swatted at his chest.

He might have to give Dustin a praise for this.

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swingsuckerswing · 2 years

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I have a soft spot for cheerleaders

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x OFC

Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Reader is a cheerleader at Hawkins High and is paired with Eddie for a class project. Fluff and smut ensue. No supernatural occurrences, just regular old high school angst

Warnings: NSFW, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), dry humping, pet names, slight domination but not degrading, smoking (lol), edging and teasing

Word Count: 5,952

Enjoy :)

“Alright people pay attention, I’ll be letting fate decide your partners for this project.” Ms. O’Donnell drones as she passes by each student to collect their name in her paper bag “so I don’t want to hear any complaints, and NO switching!”

You quickly scrawl your name on the ripped piece of notebook paper and drop it into the bag as Ms. O’Donnell passed your desk. God, you hoped you’d be paired with someone half decent. You looked around the room and caught your fellow cheerleader, Chrissy’s, eye. She crosses her fingers and raises her head up to the heavens in a dramatic plea, making you both quietly giggle.

“Okay, lets see who our first pair-” but before the teacher could finish, the door violently swung open and hit the wall with a BANG. Eddie Munson casually strolls in, as if he’s not 20 minutes late and hadn’t just given everyone a heart attack. You ducked your head and smiled down at your notebook as you doodled in the margins. Class was always a bit more...interesting when Eddie decided to show. Although you had never once talked to him (lets face it, you being a cheerleader and Munson being a...well...a freak meant your paths never crossed much), you couldn’t help but be fascinated by him. His effortless confidence, that mess of hair, and don’t even get you started on the rings. You had caught yourself daydreaming about trying on each one on several occasions.

“Well, Mr. Munson how nice of you to join us today.” the teacher stated dryly. “Will you be staying, or is this just a social visit?”

“Ah, Misses O, you know I can never stay away from you for long” Eddie retorts as he slides into his desk a couple rows over from you, his brilliant and devilish smile spreading ear-to-ear.

Flustered and turning redder by the second, Ms. O’Donnell squeezes the paper bag in her hands as she approaches the insolent young man. “If you could be so kind as to put your name in the bag, I’m sure everyone is praying to be your partner Mr. Munson” she says as she reluctantly holds the bag out. Eddie drops his scrap piece of paper in and gives the teacher a cheeky wink. You feel your own cheeks start to burn.

“Now... lets get this over with shall we?” The teacher shakes the bag, plunges her hand in and retrieves the first name. “Y/L/N annnnddd....” she repeats the process. Your heart is doing back flips as she adjusts her old fashioned frames to read the handwriting before letting out a snort. “Ha! Munson!” the entire class snickers with her. “Well, good luck to you Miss Y/L/N”

Your heart stopped doing back flips in exchange for hitting a brick wall at 90mph. Me and Eddie? Together??? You chanced a glance over at your very unlikely partner, but he was already eyeing you up and down. Slouched over his desk, his head resting on his hand he gave you a lazy nod and a quick wink. You could only muster a meek smile in return, but his black eyes had you paralyzed. You got the feeling he could read every thought you had ever had. Overwhelmed, you break away first to look over at Chrissy for some relief. All she could offer was a disappointed and perplexed shrug.

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The rest of the class flew by in a blur, and you hadn’t even realized the bell had rung until someone rattled the desk in front of you .

“Heyyy partner” Eddie hopped up onto the desk and sat backwards to face you, spreading his legs out as much as the little plastic seat below would let him. He rested his elbows on his knees and laced his ring-clad fingers together. Huh, you had never been this close to him. Seemed a real shame that you were only just now realizing how big his hands were. And your mind couldn’t help but slip again... I wonder what they would feel- Hey! Stop that. You scolded yourself.

“Sooo I figured we’d just get this thing out of the way tonight. I did the same project last year” he stole a quick glance your way to see if you’d make a remark on his more than tardy graduation, “and its pretty simple.”

Honestly, his eagerness caught you off guard. You assumed you’d have to hunt him down to work on this, or that you’d do the whole thing yourself and just put his name on it at the end. And was that a touch of self consciousness in his voice at the mention of his repeating senior year?? Maybe he wasn’t so big and bad as everyone thought. It was then you made a silent oath to personally tutor him until he had a god damn A in every subject. If he’d let you, of course.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t answer right away which Eddie took as your utter disgust. He raises his head and looks past you at the back wall “Look, if you don’t wanna work with me, princess, then fine. I’ll fuck off right now, just say the word. Okay?”

His shift in tone made you blink a few times. Princess? Huh. I could get used to that. You realized you still hadn’t made a peep and you scrambled for the right words before he could make the decision for you. “Oh! N-no, sorry I- I have a hard time focusing sometimes...um I’m really excited to work with you. Honestly!” and as dorky as that must have sounded, you tried to sweeten the load by punctuating it with a genuine, friendly smile.

Eddie knits his brows together and side eyes you, his look heavy with suspicion, before slowly returning your smile with his own dazzling one. “Alright!” he claps his hands and rubs them together, the SMACK making you jump a little.

“Should I pick you up after school?”

You begin to nod, almost too enthusiastically, until you remember something. “Oh...wait...I have practice after school” you say deflated. Eddie gives an amused huff and looks you up and down in your uniform. “Ohh right... you gotta do that...thing” and he waves his limp arms and pretends to jostle invisible pompoms in the air. The sight of Eddie Munson trying to cheer was ridiculous enough to make you genuinely laugh. Eddie’s eyes sparkle in the glory.

He lets his arms fall back to his knees and he begins fiddling with his rings. “Thats cool, no worries. I’ll just grab you from practice.”

You feel your eyes bulge and you pray your cheeks are not as red as they feel right now “Really? You don’t mind waiting for me?”

The look on Eddie’s face shifts from friendly to down right wicked. He looks you dead in the eye “Eh, what can I say? I have a soft spot for cheerleaders.”

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To put it mildly, you were a catastrophe during practice. Total fucking klutz. You had toppled over the human pyramid, accidentally smacked Debbie in the face with one of your pompoms, and you just tripped Chrissy mid-cartwheel. Coach nearly turned purple blowing into his whistle “That’s it, hit the bleachers Y/L/N!”

But, who could really blame you? After all, you had a study date with Eddie Fucking Munson in less than an hour. Not that it was actually a date date, but still. “I have a soft spot for cheerleaders” his words were doing their own cartwheel in your head. Had he been flirting with you? No, he’s gotta be like that with everyone, right?

Before your own thoughts could tease you much longer, there was a sudden metal clanging coming your way. Eddie had hopped up onto the aluminum bleachers and was already sprawled out on the bench just above yours. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. Your not-so-shining knight in armor, come to your rescue. Without saying a word, Eddie took out a cigarette, placed it between his red lips and lit the end before offering it to you. The gesture shouldn’t have been as chivalrous as it was, but you politely declined. Eddie shrugs before putting the cigarette back to his lips “Suit yourself.” He takes a long drag and holds a second before letting a puff of white smoke gracefully drift from his mouth. You didn’t think it possible to be jealous of a cigarette and yet...

“So, how’d it go, tiger?” Eddie sits up and slightly leans forward so he’s closer to you. “Well, I’m not sure how many practices you’ve been to, but sitting out on the bleachers typically means it didn’t go so good” you tease him. Eddie’s eyes bulge in fake shock and he speaks with the cigarette dangling dangerously from the corner of his mouth “What!? I thought only the BEST cheerleaders got to sit out!? You gotta be shittin’ me!” His dramatics were making you giggle uncontrollably. “This is an outrage. This is BULLSHIT. You know what? I’m not gonna stand for this.” and with that Eddie shoots up and cups his hands around his mouth “COACH! HEY COA-” but you wrap your hands around his arm and yank him back down to his seat. Both of you bursting into a fit of giggles.

In between laughs you manage to lightheartedly scold your protector “Eddie are you CRAZY!? You trying to get me kicked off the team!?” your laughter starts to subside as you both try to catch your breath. The sun was just starting to set, casting an orange halo around Eddie. His hair, frizzy in the unseasonable heat, looked like it was on fire. The light was hitting his eyes just enough so you could see they weren’t pitch black after all, but really a very rich and decadent chocolate brown. Like the opening credits of Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory. You both realized at the same time that you still had your hands wrapped around his forearm. Your fingers gently pressing into his bat tattoo.

“Oh, sorry!” you quickly release him with a self conscious chuckle. Not knowing what to do with your hands or where to look, you duck your head and tuck a strand of hair behind one ear. Eddie takes you in, not quite believing these circumstances himself. Here he was, sitting next to one of the queen bees of Hawkins High, playing around like you’d known each other for years. He had an urge to reach out and tuck another strand of hair behind your ear, but instead he clears his throat and stubs out the remainder of his cigarette on the seat. “So, uh, shall we?” Eddie gestures with his head to the parking lot where you see his behemoth of a van. Here goes nothin’.

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Eddie, ever the gentleman, opens the passenger door of his van for you and offers his elbow for support as you crawl in. There’s discarded food wrappers and beer cans littering the floor, as well as some forgotten cassette tapes. But overall, not so bad for a boy’s car.

“So, uhm, are we going to yours or mine?” you ask delicately as Eddie straps himself into the driver’s seat. You suddenly have a desperate need to know what Eddie’s room looks like. What color are his sheets? Does he have any posters on his wall? Is it messier than his car? Eddie lets out a breathy chuckle “ha, well my place is kind of a shit hole, so....”. Its not that he didn’t want her to come to his place, in fact he really, really wanted her to come to his place.That was the problem. His mind wandered to the bright blue box of trojans he knew he kept on his bedside table. He figured he’d have to be on his best behavior if they went anywhere other than his trailer.

“My place it is then!” you say, a tad bit disappointed you wouldn’t see his lair... at least not today. “Oh, but my mom is holding her bridge club tonight, so we may have to be kinda quiet” you cringe at your own words. He must think I’m so lame.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you as he turns on the ignition. “You suggesting we might get up to something louder than school work, Y/L/N?” he teases you. Your brain cells implode. “No! No I just-I meant- oh for fuck sakes just drive, Munson.” you slam back into your seat with a huff, crossing your arms against your chest, trying to hide your smile and blatant blush. Eddie gives one hardy laugh “Eeeasy with the language there, Miss America! Your wish is my command.” And with that, you’re speeding out of the Hawkins High parking lot with Eddie “The Freak” Munson.

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“Mom! I brought a friend home!” you shout into the house as you enter. You hold the door open for Eddie thinking he’s right behind you, but when he doesn’t enter right away you look back. Poor boy, he’s wiping his shoes feverishly on the welcome mat, making sure he doesn’t track in so much as a speck of dust.

Your heart bleeds for him, and you gently grab his leather-clad arm (he had insisted on putting his jacket on in the car so that your mom wouldn’t see his tattoos) to pull him inside. “Come on, don’t be shy!” you whisper to him sarcastically. “Ha, yeah easy for you to say Miss Pretty in Pink.” he whispered back nervously as he swiped at your ponytail to prove his point.

“Have you even seen that movie?” you laugh as you face him to pull him further into the small foyer by his forearms. His hands grab your elbows, his fingers curving up to hold you still. He digs his heels into the carpet, not letting you pull him a single millimeter more. A punishment for your jab at his movie knowledge. You struggle just a few seconds longer to pull him forwards, but you soon give up. You lock eyes, and just smile at each other in the silence. He knew he had you trapped, and you were more than content with your predicament.

“Sorry, honey, I couldn’t hear you from the den- oh!” your mom rounds the corner, finding you quickly releasing the arms of a young man who looked like he just finished his opening set for KISS. Even though the foyer was small, you two were still standing sinfully close to one another.

“Oh, excuse me, I didn’t realize you had...company, dear. Who is your...” she eyed the boy up and down, from his frizzy hair to the tips of his scuffed white reebocks, before continuing “...friend here?”

You think you may be busted big time before you spot the glass in your mom’s hand. Thank God for Mrs. Smith’s margaritas, it wouldn’t be bridge night without ‘em! Judging by her looks, you’d say this was her second glass...maybe her third.

Before you can speak, Eddie was already jumping into action. “Good evening, Mrs. Y/L/N, I’m Edward Munson.” he had stepped out to stand in between you and your mom and was shaking her hand with genuine glee. Wait, did he just say Edward??

“Y/N and I were paired up for a project, and we thought we’d get a head start on it. It’s so lovely to meet you, your daughter is a real gem.” he leans in a little closer to her “I can see where she gets it from now” he shines that breathtaking smile of his.

Given the 2-3 margaritas and the incredibly charming young man before her, your mom was basically a goner. She unfurls her lips into an overly welcoming smile “Ohhh well, Edward, its a pleasure to meet you! I’m afraid you’ve caught me a bad time,” she raises her glass as proof “this is my ladies bridge night. Otherwise I would show you around the house, you must forgive me!” your mom swiftly taps Eddie in the center of his chest with her perfectly manicured pointer finger. You think your jaw must be broken given the velocity at which it drops. Please don’t tell me my own mother is FLIRTING with my boyfr- I mean school partner!?

“No worries at all Mrs. Y/L/N, you won’t even know we’re here, I promise.” Eddie crosses his hand over his heart, and you swear you see him bat his fawn-like eyelashes at the older woman. “You know...” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest and you see a devilish grin spread across his face. Oh God, this can’t be good. “I run a little club of my own, you and Y/N should really come and see it sometime.”

Okay! Thats enough! “Hey mom, I think I heard Mrs. Smith call you. We should probably get started on the project anyway, right Edward?” you poke him roughly in the back. He jolts and lets out a little groan, but continues to smile dashingly at your mom.

“Alright sweetie, well let me know if you need anything. And I mean anything, Edward don’t be stranger.” she pats him on the shoulder a few times before leaving to go back downstairs.

Eddie leans around the corner to make sure the coast is clear before looking back at you with a sly smile. You stared at him as if he had just landed from outer space. Eddie shrugs, “What? I’m good with moms.”

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You wouldn’t describe your room as overtly girly, but there were definitely some tell-tale signs. Like the raggedy pink and white stuffed bunny that sat guard on your pillow. You made a mad dash for the beloved childhood friend before Eddie could see it, but it was too late. He already had the poor little thing in his grasp.

“Ah haaa, and who do we have here?” Eddie takes the stuffed animal and boops your nose with it’s pink button one. Humiliated, you give in to his inquiry with a heavy sigh “this is uh...Mrs. Butterworth” you don’t dare look at him as you mumble the last bit. His eyes go crazy wide and he stifles his laughter “I’m sorry, Mrs. Butterworth??” he teases you. “I liked pancakes and bunnies when I was two, give me a break!” you plead as you try to snatch the furry companion out of his hands, but he holds her high above your head.

“Hey, hey its impolite to grab” he puts his free hand on your shoulder to deter you from jumping for it. His thumb barely rubs the exposed skin, but its enough to make you fall into submission and you stand perfectly still. He notices the change, and smirks at you. “Good girl...now lets safely return Mrs. Butterworth to her home, hm?” and he gently places the bunny back on your pillow. He even fixes her slouched ears and gives her a little peck on the forehead. You didn’t know what was hotter, Eddie calling you a “good girl” or him respecting your belongings. Hmmm...definitely the “good girl” thing.

“Soooo should we like, sit on the bed or the floor orrr...” Eddie was genuinely just trying to get through this without mauling this poor girl’s face off...or worse.

You had always done your homework in bed, never really needing a desk. You didn’t know at this moment whether that was a blessing or a curse. “Uhhh either one, doesn’t matter to me.” you shrug, desperately trying to pass off as super casual. You both stared at the bed for a second, the soft duvet, the silky sheets, the perfect headboard to hold onto for dear life as a certain someone fucks you through it...

“I think the floor would be bett-”

“How about the floor-?”

You both hastily talk over each other and then chuckle. Eddie scratches the back of his head, his Hellfire shirt hiking up juuust enough for a fraction of his happy trail to poke out. Jesus H. Christ, please give me the will power to make it through this night. Yours Eternally, Y/N

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You sat with your knees tucked underneath you and slightly to the side while Eddie opted for spreading his legs out, his one arm firmly planted behind him to stable himself.

You had both been quietly focused on your individual tasks for quite some time now, and honestly you felt proud of yourself for focusing on something that wasn’t Eddie for this long. You thought of another point to bring up in your project and went to pencil it down, but you didn’t grip it quite right and it fell to the hardwood floor. Clearly your pencil had a mind of its own, because it rolled straight into Eddie’s fingers.

You stared at his fingers spread flat across the floor, his rings practically hypnotizing you as they glittered in the warm yellow light of your bedroom. His veins crawled like ivy up his arm, reminding you of a long-forgotten Grecian statue. You were taking longer than excepted to retrieve your pencil, causing Eddie to look your way. He caught you mid-trance staring at his regular old hands, at least in his opinion. He picks up the pencil, tosses it into the air and catches it all in one smooth gesture before handing it out for you to take.

“Missing something?”he asked with a smug smile.

You’re still staring at his hands as you absentmindedly thank him and take your pencil. Your movement is very slow, and he watches you curiously. “You okay?” he asks with genuine concern.

“Hm? Oh!” just like Sleeping Beauty you awaken from your spell and shake your head. “I uhh, I was just looking at your rings. They’re really cool.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows and smiles wide, turning his body to face you better “Yeah?”

You nod enthusiastically and scooch a little closer to get a better look (any maybe just to be a little closer to him, too). “Yeah, I see you wear them all the time but I’ve never gotten to see them this close. I really like them.” Eddie holds the back of his hand up to his face and wiggles his fingers to inspect the rings himself. “I guess they are pretty sick, huh?” he jokes. He rolls his head to the side to look at you “Didn’t think you’d be into this kinda stuff...” his tone sounded like he was testing the waters for something else.

Picking up on his innuendo, you shrug and look up at him through thick lashes. “I’m into a lot of things...” Eddie’s heart spasms, as well as something much further down south. He chuckles and throws his head back, gazing up at the ceiling and biting his bottom lip. You can tell you made him blush, and he’s lucky you don’t break out into a cheer to celebrate. When he drops his head back down, he repositions himself so he sitting right in front you, feet still on the floor, knees bent up.

“Come here” he says, his eyes fixed on the task at hand which was removing his rings one by one. You slide a little closer so you’re in between his knees. You can feel the warmth of his legs and body radiating off of him. “Give me your hand” you do as he says without hesitation. He holds your wrist as he takes the first ring, a silver rectangle with a cross down the middle and a skull in each corner, and gently slips it down your pointer finger. The thing is huge and quickly falls to the underside of your finger. Eddie twists it back to the correct position and holds it there a second “this one I got at a uhhh garage sale... I think” he looks you in the eye as he explains, only looking away to put the next one on. The next is a silver pig’s head, he slips this one down your middle finger “ha...this one my uncle got for me. I think it was supposed to be a joke or something” he chuckles a little, making you do the same. The last one he treats with the most care as he slides it down your ring finger. Its’ a large, angry looking skull with sharp fangs. “Annnnd this one was my dad’s.” he doesn’t offer any more details than that, and you get the sense his dad is another topic for another day. He lets go of your wrist and raises his hands in the air as if to say “ta-da!”

You have to squeeze your fingers together tightly just to keep the rings upright. You rub over them with your other thumb, the cool silver feeling smooth against your skin. You can’t quite comprehend that you’re wearing Eddie’s rings, but you want to take in every detail, every chip, every worn edge, every contour. You’re never forgetting this.

“They suit you” Eddie is the first to break the silence. “Maybe I need to get one for you, unless you dig the oversized look” he jokes. “...They’re perfect...” you say without even really realizing what just came out of your mouth. Eddie blushes again, this time ducking his head and smiling at the ground, drumming the floorboards with his fingers.

He quickens the pace, ending with a crescendo of tapping. He groans and mutters “fuck” under his breath. He shakes his head and brings his hands up to rub his face. “What’s wrong?” you ask, elbowing the inside of his knee.

He drops his hands from his face and moves again so he’s sitting with his back against the side of your bed, leaving you crouched on your knees by yourself. He stares off “Nothing, nothing at all.” and chuckles to himself. His sudden withdrawal feels like a punishment, but you couldn’t tell what you had done wrong. “You’re really fucking perfect is all”, he adds as an afterthought. Then it clicks for you. You’re going to have to show him that he’s perfect too.

You leave his rings on your notebook before crawling over to him. You take a deep breath and straddle his lap. You could feel his cock pressing into your panties, poor thing has probably been hard all night. You carefully place his hands around your waist before resting yours on his chest. Eddie’s lips part as he stares up at you, fingers squeezing into you. “Eddie” you whine “I really like you.” You roll your hips to prove your point, the friction making you both moan.

He removes one hand from your hip up to your jaw, forcing you to look at him. He searches your eyes to make sure this is what you wanted. That you wanted him. Your lids heavy with lust, you bite your lip and nod at him. You knew exactly what he was looking for. He smiles before pulling you down into a kiss. His lips feel plush against yours and the feeling is intoxicating. He kisses you deeply, his hand rigid under your jaw. You begin to roll your hips again when he slides his tongue into your mouth. You think your eyes might roll into the back of your head, the combination bringing you pure ecstasy. He starts to buck his hips up into you, matching your rhythm as you makeout.

You break away from his lips to breathe, but Eddie takes the opportunity to sprinkle your face with little kisses. Your nose, your eyelids, your forehead, no where was safe. You feel a building pressure in your core, and deep need to be filled, stretched, licked, fucked, sucked, bitten, beaten WHATEVER. You just needed him. Every where. All at once. “Eddie...I- I need-” you began to whine. “Shhh I know, I know sweetheart. Ill take care of you.”

Eddie scoops you into his arms and stands you both up, still planting little kisses everywhere he could reach you. He gently drops you onto the bed. You giggle as you bounce into the mattress. He reaches over you to turn Mrs. Butterworth so the toy bunny is facing away from the indecent scene, “Sorry, Mrs. B” he jokes. Eddie returns to the foot of the bed and gets down on his knees, reaching out and pulling you by your hips to the edge of the mattress. Your legs dangle on either side of him, and you hug his waist with your thighs. You prop up on your elbows and try to take your top off. Eddie grabs your arms, your stomach the only body part exposed.

“Did I say you could take this off?” his sudden shift in tone made you so wet. You so badly wanted him to treat you like he was yours, like he deserved every inch of you, because he did.

“No, sir” you say without skipping a beat.

He smiles down at you, a little shocked by your confidence “That’s my girl. Keep it on. I wanna remember how your pussy tastes every time I see you in this uniform” he balls the fabric of your skirt into his fist before flipping the hem up to reveal your underwear. They were white cotton hipsters with a little yellow fabric rose on the waistband. There was already a growing wet patch over your entrance.

Eddie looks you over, sprawled open just for him. “You’re so fucking pretty, Y/N” he coos as he moves both hands up your inner thighs. He makes a triangle with his hands as he rests them on either side of your pussy. He slowly rubs one thumb ever so gently over your slick hole and up to your clit through your underwear. You buck and whimper at the contact and he chuckles at your response. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll stop teasing you...eventually”

He shimmies your underwear down your legs, you’re not sure where they end up and you think you may have even seen him tuck them into his back pocket. The cold air makes you realize you must have been soaking, even your thighs feel wet. Eddie brings his thumb back to rub small circles around your clit as his other hand dips two fingers into your slick. He teases your entrance, only sliding a finger along your slit but never penetrating. “You’re being such a good girl for me” he praises.

You moan and whimper at every swipe, every caress, every flick. But you needed more. You try to move your hips against his fingers as he slides them up and down, but he freezes. He flips his hand over so its palm side up and holds out his two longest fingers. You realize he’s going to make you work for this. You scooch down so your pussy lines up perfectly with the tips of his fingers, and you slowly slide yourself onto them as he keeps still. You gasp when you hit his bottom knuckles. Eddie loves watching his fingers disappear inside of you, returning even more wet each time. “I’ve been thinking about you alllll day. You feel even better than I ever imagined” Eddie drawls, hypnotized by your body.

You slowly fuck yourself with his fingers. Gliding up and down, up and down. He hovers his thumb so each time you come back down it makes contact with your clit. The coil in the pit of your stomach tightens with each movement. You were starting to tire out, and Eddie noticed your movements were becoming sloppy. “My turn” he says before pumping his fingers into you, slowly building up speed until all you could do was lay there and take it. The sounds coming from your sopping cunt were downright sinful, and you began to cry out from the sensation. Eddie’s other hand clamps down over your mouth “I know sweetheart, I know. But I promised your mom we’d be quiet, remember?” He chuckles at his own joke. “Can you be quiet for me, sweet thing?” he asks you with those doe-eyes before his fingers turn demonic. He had been pumping in and out of you, but the next time he slid in he stayed put and started vibrating his fingers up and down inside you, hooking them up to ravish the sweet spot there.

It makes your back arch and your toes curl and you think there's no way you’ll ever walk again. You slide your tongue along the outline of his fingers as a silent thank you and his eyes roll back into his head “Fuuuuuuck Y/N...alright that's it, you asked for it.” and without warning Eddie removes his fingers from your cunt only to replace them with his tongue. He tongue fucks you without mercy, lapping up your inner walls. You were so close to the edge “E-Eddie I’m- I’m gonna cum, please please Eddieee” you whimper. He removes his tongue “Yeah, sweetheart?” his fingers, welcome guests, return to wreak their havoc “make it a good one for me” he commands.

He takes your clit into his mouth and sucks and tongues and flicks and laps until you’re a shaking mess below him. You bring your own hand up to muffle your cries as you cum into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie slowly takes his fingers out of you, and you didn’t remember him slipping in a third. Seeing your slit ooze with pleasure, Eddie places his tongue flat against your entrance and gives you one last lick, which makes you jolt and giggle from the over stimulation. “Sorry, you just taste like heaven” he rasps before dramatically plopping onto the bed next to you.

You’re a wreck, and so is Eddie. You're both panting and sweaty, but he pulls you both up so you can lay your head on the pillows. You curl yourself up to rest your head on his chest instead and wrap your arm around his waist. He rests his cheek on your head, and brings his arm to lay on top of yours. Totally blissed out, neither of you wanting to leave this position.

“How does a sleepover sound?” you ask dreamily.

“Heavenly. But what about your mom?” Eddie asks, his eyes already closed. He’s running his fingers along your back.

“She’ll be too hungover in the morning to notice” you say. Even if she wasn’t, you’d do anything to have Eddie stay.

“Then I’ll stay as long as you want me” Eddie whispers in your ear and kisses the top of your head, giving you goosebumps.

You squeeze him in response. He truly had taken care of you, but what about him?

You let your hand lazily wander down to his belt buckle, but he places his hand over yours. “Don’t worry about it, this is all I want.” he reassures you.

“But I wanna make you feel good too” you offer sweetly.

Eddie chuckles, causing your head to gently bob up and down on his chest. “You did make me feel good, sweetheart. Watching you cum made me feel like a fucking God.”

You look up at him and pout, he opens one eye when you don’t respond. “Alright, we’ll see if you’re still feeling generous when you come over to my place.”

You wiggle with glee in his arms, making him giggle and squeeze you even harder against him.

He yawns, causing you to yawn as well. He wraps the blanket over the both of you before whispering one last thing “Told ya I had a soft spot for cheerleaders”.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I’m down SO bad for Eddie and this came out much longer than intended lol. There may be a part 2?? Or not?? I guess I’ll see if y’all like this. I have a couple other ideas too so yeah...we’ll see :)

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ezm-imagines · 2 years

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maybe it’s inevitable - eddie munson x reader

SUMMARY: You build up the courage to finally ask Eddie on a date! Buuut he thinks you’re just trying to buy drugs. 😬

TAGS: eddie munson x fem!cheerleader!reader, angst to fluff, Eddie is an idiot who doesn’t believe you’d ask him out, pining, no season spoilees!

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

[ EDDIE’S POV (Part Two) ]

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Y/N POV

It was just like any other normal day at Hawkins High. You were sitting with Chrissy and all your friends, but yet again staring hopelessly at the Hellfire table. Well, not quite the whole table…

“You’re so gone for him,” Chrissy laughed, her ponytail swishing behind her.

You wish you could argue, but she’s so right.

“I know,” you mumbled.

“So! Ask him out!”

“I don’t know, Chriss. I don’t think he’d agree. He hates cheerleaders.”

“No way! You’re always telling me you think he’s way sweeter than he looks. If he’s so sweet, then he totally wouldn’t judge you like that. Just try it, Y/N! Maybe he’ll give you a chance…”

“I don’t know—“

“Honey, you’re literally the prettiest girl in this whole school. If he doesn’t get over his crap enough to go out with you, then he’s delusional and blind and dumb.”

You gave your friend a small smile.

“So go ask him out already so I don’t have to watch you keep pining across the room for him,” she pushed you slightly. You sighed, but decided maybe she was right.

It was nearing the end of the school year after all, and Eddie and you both were about to graduate. You didn’t have a lot of time. Besides, if it went poorly, that only meant an awkward couple months of avoiding him. You could do this. You took a deep breath and stood up.

“Yes! You got this!” Chrissy cheered.

You rubbed your hands together nervously as you approached his table.

Several other Hellfire members caught your arrival, staring up at you with wide eyes and gaping mouths. You watched them all start whispering to each other frantically. Oh God. You dug your nails into your hand to force yourself not to turn and run.

Just do it just do it just do it.

“Hey!” You gave your best attempt at a smile as you sat down next to Eddie. It was hard to smile when you could feel the lunch you just ate rising back up your stomach from the nerves.

“Hi.” His eyes bore through you, waiting for what you wanted. You looked down at your sleeves. His eyes were your fucking kryptonite. The only way you’d get through this would be to not look at him.

“Uh… you wanna…” you ran your thumb nails together, “maybe… meet up this Saturday?” You manage. There. It’s out. You did it. You look up finally, catching his gaze.

Fifty emotions flicker through Eddie’s brown eyes but the one he settles on is… disappointment?

You felt your heart shatter in your chest.

“Uh. Yeah. Sure.”

“Oh, we don’t have to,” you say, already trying to back out. Clearly he’s not interested, and you really don’t want his pity.

“No, no, we… can,” he decided, “Uh. My place? … Or we could meet in the—“

“No! Your place is fine! Uh, how’s 6 sound?”

He just nodded, the sad frown not leaving his face.

You nodded back, “Cool. See you then.”

You didn’t even wait for his response before you returned to your table, feeling utterly miserable.

“So! What did he say?!” Chrissy asked, tugging at your hand as you approached the seat. Your desire to vomit only doubled.

“He… he agreed…” you mumbled.

Chrissy frowned, “Then what’s wrong?”

“He doesn’t sound at all interested.”

“What?” Chrissy turned back to his table, but Eddie was already getting up and leaving the lunch room. “How can he not like you, Y/N?”

“He probably likes somebody else. Which is fine, I just… wish he wouldn’t agree to pity me. That’s so much worse than a rejection.”

“Hey,” Chrissy put her hand on your shoulder, “Maybe it’s just an off day for him, you know? Maybe something happened. Go on the date, and maybe it’ll all work out!”

You looked at her, at her blind encouraging optimism, and gave a small smile, “Okay, Chrissy.” You took a deep breath, “I hope you’re right...”

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You stood, shifting your weight back and forth in the grass.

You had dressed up. Weeks before you’d even built the courage to ask Eddie, you’d thought all about how, for your first date, you were gonna wear your newest white sweater with your favorite light blue skirt, matching the color of your manicured nails. You’d felt so pretty when you’d thought about it in your head. You felt stupid now, standing in front of his trailer in your dumb little clothes, hoping that Eddie freaking Munson would think you were pretty. What were you doing?

You knocked on his door anyway, already resigned to this going poorly.

Eddie opened the door to you, and for a moment, you saw his eyes light up.

Your heart surged. Maybe Chrissy was right!

His eyes tracked you up and down for a moment before returning to your face, and his joy left again.

Jesus, he really was in love with someone else then. Maybe you should just turn around and go home…

“Hi,” he said.

“Hey,” you replied, unable to prevent a small smile. He was just so pretty. You couldn’t help it but smile when you saw him. Even if he was never gonna be yours.

“Come on in,” he nodded his head, and you followed him in.

Your eyes feasted on everything around you. It was all soo him. You couldn’t say you knew all that much about it, but it just felt like it fit. Maybe it was worth it to come here just to learn just this much more about him. God, you were so painfully in love with this boy.

“So, what party?” he asked.

“Huh?” your eyes peeled from his decor and towards him.

“What party are you going to tonight?” He repeated. He wasn’t even fucking facing you. He was digging through a drawer. Jesus Christ. This was pathetic of you. A whole new low to your dating life. And you’d dated some really douchey jocks before…

“Uh. No party…?” You answered.

“I’m not gonna show up, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he joked, though there was no humor there.

Who was this guy? You thought you had a good understanding of him, albeit from afar. But here, he seemed nothing like the guy you thought you knew. Or rather, he seemed exactly like the guy everyone else thought he was. You had just thought he was secretly different. Talk about pathetic...

“I’m not lying,” you frowned, “Why would I lie?”

Eddie stopped rummaging through the drawer for a moment to look at you. His eyes drifted down to your outfit again and he frowned, then returning back to his drawer.

You hugged your sweater around you tighter. Jesus, you didn’t think he’d be so judgmental. The jocks were, but you thought that Eddie Munson of all people would be better than that.

You had been right. He thought your outfit was dumb. He thought you were dumb— not even worth looking at. Or maybe this was just his sick way of being mean to someone who associated with people who were so mean to him.

You felt your eyes begin to sting with tears. You should just run out the front door and never look back.

But you couldn’t just yet. You wanted answers.

“Am I not good enough for you? Is that it?” you spoke up, willing yourself to channel the anger and not the crushing heartbreak, “Some backwards retribution for what the guys put you through? Or is it someone else?” You brushed away a tear as he turned toward you, hoping he wouldn’t notice you crying.

His eyes were wide with confusion when they met yours.

“Uh,” he replied, completely lost and alarmed, “I was gonna give you a half ounce for $20? That seems fair to me…?”

You blinked, your tears halting immediately, “What?” you asked quietly.

His eyes shifted down to his hands. He was holding a little baggie of weed. His eyes shifted back up to you, “What???”

You laughed a bit, wiping your tears away, “Eddie,” you let out, “Eddie, I’m not here for drugs.”

Eddie cocked his head slightly, confused.

“I was asking…” you laughed more. It wasn’t funny, but you were so fucking relieved that at least some of his behavior had been a misunderstanding, “I was asking you to go on a date with me.”

“You…” he replied slowly, “you were… asking me… on a date…?”

You nodded, nervous butterflies springing back into your chest.

“And… not a date as a way to get drugs?” He questioned.

You shook your head, “I don’t even do drugs, Eddie.”

Eddie set the weed on the dresser and put his other hand up to rub his forehead, “You’re serious?”

You frowned, worry coloring your face as you felt your eyes prickle again, “Um. If it’s… if it’s so ridiculous to you that I’m interested in you, you could just say that. I know your whole M.O. is, like, anti-cheerleader. So, if you don’t want to date me, I can just g—“

“Woah, woah, I never said that.”

You blinked up at him.

“I’m… just trying to process that the queen of Hawkins high is… asking me on a date. You do know who I am, right?”

“Um, well, that is kind of the whole point of going on a date with someone. To learn about who they are…” You teased, hoping this was putting you on lighter ground. He didn’t seem… uninterested at least.

The teasing worked, because suddenly he was blinding you with a grin.

He crossed his arms and squinted at you, grinning wider, “So you LIKE me?”

“Eddie! Answer me!”

“I’m sorry! Sorry! Obviously, obviously I want to date you. I’m not entirely sure what you think you’re getting out of this situation, and I know you’re gonna get sick of me really quick, but if you’re willing to low ball yourself to my—“

“Eddie,” you repeated, putting a hand on your hip.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Just shut up,” you told him.

He grinned like a fucking cat, stepping toward you, “See? Told ya you’d get tired of me quickly.”

You scoffed, “Ed—“

He took your face in his hands and kissed you. And oh, god, maybe the constant desire to hurl yourself into a black hole all week was worth it because Jesus Christ his lips were soft and he was holding you like you were precious and like you were his.

You pulled away eventually, breathless and laughing as you leaned your forehead on his.

His face dropped to a look of horror in an instant, and you were back to feeling deeply ill. Oh, fuck, did he not like the kiss? How could it possibly keep getting worse?!?

“Oh my god, I’ve been so rude to you this week!”

You exhaled, relieved that was what he was worked up about.

“It’s okay,” you assured.

“It most certainly is not!”

“Eddie--“

“If anyone else treated the girl I was dating like that and made her cry, I would literally go kick their teeth in.”

You giggled, “As admirable as that is, I prefer your teeth as they are.”

“Okay, then think of something else. Anything. You name it.”

“Go on a real date with me?”

“That’s a reward, not a punishment.”

“Go on a real date with me to the movies and buy my body’s weight worth of popcorn for me?”

He grinned, “Atta girl.”

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[ EDDIE’S POV ]

A/N: Hi hi hi hi!!!!!

Please please please comment all ur thoughts below! I’m obsessed with this boy so much let’s talk about himmmmm.

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iliaclwrites · 2 years

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hi! eddie x cheerleader during lunch where mike, lucas, and dustin are all like : "0-0 her????? you got her???? how?? this is fake right?? he paid you, right???" and she's just like "no? and they ask for proof and she rolls her eyes and shows them her tiny "e" [for eddie] tattoo and they're like "wow! but it could stand for anything. we need more" so eddie is like fuck it and stand on the table and just kisses her in front of everyone

wow i got carried away- ily <3

"What's his favourite colour?"

"Red," you said dully, looking at your nails. Shit, was your ring finger chipped? You chewed the nail, looking up at Dustin.

"What's his favourite food?" he demanded, and you sighed.

"Mashed potatoes and chilli," you responded, and then paused. "But he also really loves the monster shakes you can get at the deli," she added, furrowing her brows. "And raspberry white chocolate cookies. That boy's a bottomless pit."

"What's his favourite book?"

"The Return of the King," you said, scratching at your nose. "Especially the appendices. He loves the appendices."

"Who loves the appendices?" Eddie asked, swooping down to kiss your cheek and lounge across the bench. "Ooh, are these for me?" he asked, snatching some tater tots from your plate. "You're the best, pom poms."

"You love the appendices, Eddie," you said, and he nodded, shrugging. "This little menace," you said, tossing a tater tot at Dustin, "has been quizzing me on my Eddie general knowledge."

Eddie frowned, leaning over the table to Dustin. "Huh? Why?" he asked, resting his chin on his hands.

"There's no way you're actually dating," Mike said, spreading out his hands. "Like, she's a cheerleader. You're definitely paying her to go along with this."

"Like scam," Lucas said.

You blinked. "You could not pay anyone enough," you muttered, "to listen to this asshole snore all night."

"Hey!" Eddie elbowed you in the ribs, and you huffed, clutching his forearm to your chest as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. "What don't you buy? I'm stunningly handsome, charming, clever, and an all-around fun-time gal. Why shouldn't I date her?" He leaned over, raising his eyebrows at them as he whispered conspiratorially, "Is it because I'm a bit out of her league? I know, poor thing."

"Eddie!" you laughed, and shook your head at him fondly. "Look, is it really so hard to believe?"

"Yes."

"Et tu, Gareth?" Eddie asked, and the other boy shrugged. "Okay, look, how do we have to prove this to you? This is ridiculous."

You were rolling up your sleeve, presenting them with the looping letter 'e' you had on the inside of your elbow. "I got this done drunk," you said, and raised your eyebrows at them. "Convincing enough?"

Lucas' hand came over the table and started to rub at the tattoo. "Seems real," he reported back.

"That could stand for anything. Erebor."

"Eventide."

"Enemas."

You wrinkled your nose. "I'd tattoo 'e for enemas' on my body?" you asked, before throwing your hands into the air. "I give up. You kids are ridiculous."

Eddie pointed at all of them. "Okay. Watch this, and watch closely, because I'm only going to do this once." He twisted toward you, and cupped your chin in his palm, turning your face this way and that. And then, quietly, just loud enough for you to hear, "Open up, pom poms."

He kissed you.

You clutched at his jacket in surprise, but melted quickly into his kiss, sighing happily as he stroked the nape of your neck with his long fingers. He pulled away, and raised his eyebrows at the boys, your hands still entangled in his lapels.

"Got that?" he asked.

"Ew, dude," Dustin said. "I was eating."

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uglypastels · 2 years

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Request:)))

Eddie being shocked when he saw reader (cheer captain) with her own tattoo's on her bare back and shoulders at a random store.

AHHHHH OMG please I love you.

i hope you like this!!

warnings: swearing, Eddie being a bit... idk, he stares a lot (but not in a super creepy way)

Never, in a million years, would Eddie have even imagined seeing you here.

Miss Perfectly Tight Ponytail and Pastel Leg Warmers. Lady Cheer of the Highest Order of Hawking High… it could not possibly be you he saw looking through the rock record section in this dingy little music store.

He did not mean to stare, but he also could not get himself to look away.

At first, he thought he was dreaming. You had entered the store, the light from the entrance wrapping you up in sunbeams like a halo. You practically sauntered inside, with your head held high, that damn ponytail swinging from side to side like it always did in the hallway, making your way over determinedly to the back of the store. His eyes were glued to you like to a car crash at the side of the road– although, perhaps, he had been the one that totalled.

He tried his best to get his attention back to whatever he was doing—right, looking for a new amp cable since something had bitten through his old one.

Doubt you ever had to deal with those kinds of problems, he thought. Probably lived in a big, nice house– two stories, picket fences, a double-door garage and probably a tiny dog to yap at anyone who dared near—one of those neighbourhoods where he would be put on a watchlist just for walking by.

His mind should have been on those damn cables, but he couldn't concentrate knowing you were standing behind him. His curiosity was taking over him, wanting to know what you were looking for. Was it a specific song or album? Were you trying to find something you had been looking for already or wanted to explore something new? For yourself or as a gift? Weren't you dating someone? Yeah, that dude Tony from the football team… why was he even thinking about this?

From the corner of his eye, he saw you flip through the records, one by one, barely giving them the time to read the titles. So, no, you knew what you were doing. Hunting for that one specific thing, the image already clear in your mind. Maybe he could help you? He knew the store basically like the back of his hand… better even, since he usually forgot the stuff he would scribble down with pen or marker on it when lost in his ideas.

Done with one row, you searched through the next one, bottom lip between your teeth as you concentrated. Now a gross feeling was coming over him. He should not have been looking for this long. It wasn't right. Shaking his head, he looked away, back at the amp chords. He had already narrowed it between the two–

'Hi, excuse me,' he heard your voice speak up, and his attention flew straight back to that other side of the room. You had walked over to one of the employees of the store, asking for help, 'do you guys have any Mötley Crüe?'

Eddie listened on in shock. He had never been the one to dismiss someone's interest because of their appearance, but… there was no way you would be into that? At this point, it was with fascination and admiration that he watched as the store employee led you to the racks of records you had just been next to. He saw how you patiently waited for the clerk to went through the stock, finding the one item you had somehow glazed over. He noticed that beaming smile that appeared on your features as you thanked the person, the Mötley Crüe record now in hand.

But you weren't done. You kept on searching for something. With a huff, you turned around to the opposite side of the aisle, and that is when Eddie Munson felt his heart get stuck in his throat.

It was nearly visible, at the edge of your shirt hem, a dark line across your lower back, stretching over your skin– that was a tattoo, no doubt about it.

y/n, cheerleader captain y/n, had a secret tattoo. Who would have thought?

Eddie couldn't contain the smirk at that thought. He was seeing a whole new side to you. One that was dark and gritty, apparently. And so many more thoughts started harassing his brain.

What was the tattoo of? How many people knew about it? Certainly, your cheer friends couldn't have– that shit is definitely against school regulations. Hell, the number of times he had gotten sent to the principal's office wearing sleeves short enough to show his bat tattoo… and he had never encountered you there. No, we wouldn't want that kind of scandal on your permanent record.

He occupied himself with the record in front of him– country gospel, whatever that was– as you walked over to the counter and paid for your haul. With the sweetest smile, you thanked the clerk again, and with the purchase in hand, you made your way over to the door.

But you did not take the shortest way to the exit. You walked around, through another aisle. You walked right towards him.

'Hey Eddie,' you said, more cheerfully than anyone had ever said his name before. It made the hairs at the nape of his neck stand up.

'Uhm, hey–' he choked, so you filled in the gap.

'y/n.'

'No, yeah. I know.' He didn't want you to think he didn't know his name. Although, maybe that would humble the queen of Hawkins High a bit, huh? If one of her subjects didn't even know her name. But it was too late for that. He cleared his throat, suddenly unable to look you in the eyes. 'What, uhh, what are you doing here?'

'Just doing some shopping,' you held your new records close to your chest. 'You?'

What was he doing again? He couldn't think straight. The only thing occupying his mind there was that ink over your back. Would you have any other secret tattoos? Of course, they would have been just as well hidden as that one, with how small your cheerleading costume is and all…

'I'm just–' c'mon, for fucks sake, what was it?' 'looking for a new amp chord.' He finally pointed back to the display of things behind him.

'Oh, do you play?' You asked enthusiastically.

'Yeah. Guitar. I'm in a band… actually.' He should just shut up before he made it worse, 'Corroded Coffin.' Too late.

'Ooh, cool.' Those words could have sounded cheap and condescending, but you had actually sounded interested. 'Do you guys play anywhere?'

'Yeah, yeah. At the Hideout. Every Tuesday night.'

'I might have to go and check you out then.' You started walking, passed him right by. When you were standing chest to chest in the narrow aisle, you stopped, however. 'You know, get my fair share in this time.'

'What?' Eddie blinked slowly.

'Nothing.' You flashed your smile and continued walking. Almost at the door, you turned around. 'It's a dragon, by the way.' With your hand on your hip, fingers placed in a way that when you walked out of the door, Eddie could see you pointing at what he now could see was the tail of the mythical creature on your lower back.

When the door behind you closed, Eddie fell to his knees, biting his cheek, cringing at his own stupidity, but also really hoping he would see that upcoming Tuesday.

The End.

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thepastdied · 11 months

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hi! i was wondering if i could have something with virgin!eddie cumming in his pants or too early and he’s whimpering and whining about it but reader lets him know that she finds it hot? thank you in advance if you do it! if not then thank you for letting me ask at least 😊

Yes, yes- and yes. Of fucking COURSE. This is actually one of the drafts I started!! I love this request 💕

18 + MDNI SMUT

virgin!eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

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You'd kissed before. Once. It was only several seconds, and he was so awkward and sweet that it made you fall harder for him. You thought that maybe he'd ask you out after that, but sadly, he's been acting all weird and shy around you since. He was still his goofy self, but whenever you stood too close, he would clam up and make up a dumb excuse as to why he had to go.

"Welp- gotta go see my friend John." He'd blurt before clumsily throwing himself into the boys bathroom.

You'd been relentlessly flirting with him for the last week. Week and a half? You lost count. You began upping up the amp a little more each day until he got red in the face and it made you go nuts.

Eddie was at his locker, scratching his nose as he quizzically looked around his basically empty locker.

"I swear it was in here- Jesus fucking Christ!" His back hit the wall as he gripped his chest, eyes wild as he finally noticed you'd been standing just a foot behind him.

"Jeez, you're on edge." You snorted at him.

He swallowed and lightly shrugged before slamming his locker shut and spitting his hair from his lips.

"Don't you have somewhere to be, sweetheart?" His eyes left yours and landed on the obnoxiously loud group of jocks that were trotting down the hallway, all hyped up and ready for the game.

Yeah, in your pants.

"Miss you, Eddie.." You stepped forward once the hallway was cleared and gripped his vest, pulling him closer. A whimper bubbled in his throat.

"Y..you miss me?" Eddie blinked a few times, mouth slightly agape when you took your bottom lip in between your teeth and nodded.

You harshly pulled him from the locker and just a short way down the hall, stopping in front of the janitor's closet and ripping the door open.

"Holy shit you're strong- Oh my god, what are you doing?" He stumbled into the closet and held his hands up as you took your hair out of your ponytail sexily. "Okay- You look like you want to chew me up and spit me out-"

"Eddie." You snapped.

"What.." He breathed, licking his lips as he watched you do the same and letting his shoulders slump down.

"Shut up." You stalked toward him and smirked as he dumbly nodded, placing his hands on your hips as you wrapped yours around his neck and pulling him down.

Eddie's eyes warmly looked into yours, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

"You're really pret-" He mumbled but was cut off as his nose touched yours when you pushed yourself onto your toes.

Your fingers dug into the nape of his neck as you crashed your lips into his. It was harsh yet still sweet, your tongue sliding across his bottom lip before biting down. He made a noise that you'd never imagine he could make and pulled your hips tightly against his and, fuck, he was hard. You wanted to hear that noise again.

You pulled away from him, moving your head back slightly and tutting when he chased your lips. Your hands slid down his body, feeling his heart hammer when they moved over his chest and body shiver when they met his torso and pelvis. Your fingers brushed against his hard on through his tight jeans before palming him firmly. Eddie's hand shot out to grab onto a shelf, taking a few steps backward to lean against the wall. You stepped forward and pressed a kiss to his neck, sucking and nibbling there as he moaned and panted, snaking a hand up your side and toward your breasts.

"You're so hard, Eddie. All I did was kiss you." You laughed and shook your head, placing messy kisses up his neck and along his jaw, his rough stubble scraping against your lips.

"You wanna touch me?" You raised your brows as you looked into his glazed eyes.

"Y-yeah.. right here.." He somehow managed to muster, eyes darting to your boobs that were covered by your cheer uniform. "-please."

"Since you're such a good boy and answered without hesitation, of course. But you need to take my top off." You smirked up at him, another challenge.

Eddie audibly gulped as he pursed his lips. His hands were sweaty and fingers nimble. He'd thought about you touching him so, so many times. Having you whimper as he groped all over your body, chanting his name as you fucked yourself on his cock and he gave you praises. But when it came to actually being close to you, his flight response kicked in. You made him so nervous he wanted to throw up, but this was his opportunity to give it to you the way he wanted, the way you deserved. Hard. Messy. Deep.

But there was one very, very big problem.

He was a virgin and had no idea where to start.

You were completely overpowering him and it wasn't going how he imagined, but he was absolutely loving it nonetheless.

He took a deep breath through his nose and balled the hem of your uniform in his hands before swiftly pulling it over your head, grabbing onto your bare waist and pulling you flush against him.

That tiny spark of confidence quickly faded, but he mentally applauded himself for his brave action and for pulling out a shocked reaction from you.

"What.. what now?" He cleared his throat when it cracked and glued his eyes to the pale pink bra you wore, the lace embellishments looking so delicate against your soft skin.

"Wow, Munson. I knew you had it in you." You palmed him harder. "Touch me."

"Fuck.. thank you." He whispered, groping his hands on the underside of your breasts, rubbing his thumb over where your nipples were under the fabric and feeling them harden.

He watched as the swell of your breasts puffed up as he squeezed, sighing at the sight and leaning down to kiss at the stretch marks on the top of your breasts.

You removed your hand from his crotch and tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him more into you and humming when he trailed his lips up to your collarbone, sucking the skin there and leaving a couple marks right where your skin is exposed when wearing your uniform. He grunted when you tugged and pulled away, slapping his hand on the back of your thigh just below your ass and lifting your leg up. You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. Eddie's nails bit harshly into your thighs as you pulled him tighter, his back up against the dusty and grimy wall of the janitor's closet.

"S-shit." He hissed when you set your pussy harder into his dick, grinding yourself against him and moaning as you threw your head back, your juices soaking through your panties and leaving a patch on his jeans. His grip got more harsh and he shut his eyes tightly when he looked down and noticed.

"Eddie! You're leaving marks-"

"Well l-let them see, then. Will… oh fuck… will s-show them you're taken." He splayed his hands over the crescents left behind from his nails.

He stepped toward the small table and set you down, roughly and feverntly grinding his hips into yours, whimpering as he watched where your bodies met.

"Want you inside me, Eddie."

"Want me to f-fill you up, huh? I can… I can do that-" He choked and stiffened, eyes wide.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck wait stop-" He whimpered, panting and begging for you to stop your movements.

A guttural moan erupted from his chest, his body falling forward onto yours as he bucked against you and muffled his moan against your breast. He made that noise from earlier and it almost made you cum, your legs slightly shaking. There was a moment of silence before he pushed himself off you, guilt and shame apparent on his face.

"God, I really ruined it, didn't I? I'm so sorry- I'll- I'll do better next time, I swear. If you don't wanna do it again, though, I totally get it, this is horrible. Shit, I'm such a loser. It's so pathetic-"

"Eddie."

"What."

"Shut up."

He pouted and hung his head down and looked at the large wet stain on his black jeans, huffing and shaking his head in disappointment. He continued to chastise himself and kicked at nonexistent dirt on the floor.

"Could have made you feel real good, y'know? And it's my first time doin' stuff. I didn't get to... fill you up.." He sighed and looked at you sadly as he whined.

You reached your hands out to him, pulling him to stand in between your open legs.

"That.. was so fucking hot." You grabbed his cheeks so he could look at you, his eyes lighting up in surprise "Like, it almost made me cum, Eddie."

"Really..?" He gaped.

"Alriiiiiight, Tiiiiiiigerrrrrrrrs! The game will start in 8 minutes! Head down to the gymnasium!" Prinicple Higgin's voice boomed from the intercom and echoed throughout the hallways.

Eddie gritted his teeth and quickly placed his hands on your knees and spread your legs, attaching his mouth to your clothed pussy and sloppily mouthing at it.

"Oh… oh my God." Your hands found his hair as you gasped loudly in surprise and pleasure.

"Fuck, you taste good." He palmed himself and felt his dick slightly harden again.

"Last call! 5 minutes everyone!!"

Eddie clumsily unbluckled his belt and pressed his cum soaked boxers against your core.

"Five-" He thrust against you "fucking-" harder this time "minutes?!" Seconds later you comvulsed at the wet sensation, a high pitched moan following your fast pants.

"You.. you came?" He slowed his movements as he came to a stop.

You gave him a lazy nod in response, only having a minute to collect yourself before you had to run down the hall for cheer.

"Woah.. that was hot." He chuckled and grabbed a roll of paper towels, wiping up whatever he could and handing you your shirt before untucking his own to cover the stain on his pants.

"Come over tonight." You softly demanded as you pulled your shirt on and quickly put your hair back into a ponytail. You placed two hands on his chest and looked up at him with pleading eyes. "After Hellfire, of course."

Eddie gave you a wide grin and nodded.

"Of course, baby."

You bit your lip at the pet name, pulling him into a firm kiss before you peeked your head out from the closet, looking at the empty hallways.

You both stepped out and looked at eachother.

"Ew, a freak, get away from me." You jokingly teased as you started trotting down the hall, blowing him a kiss.

"Ew, a cock hungry slut, get away from me." He flipped you off before catching your kiss and holding it to his chest, stumbling backward and grinning as you gave him one last wave and disapeared around the corner.

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kissitbttr · 2 years

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eddie munson dating a mean fem!cheerleader who’s only nice to him <3

“sorry I didn’t hear you bitch, what?!”

the loud bang and voice causes the conversations amongst the cafeteria starts to quiet down. all heads turning to the source where the voice coming from. including eddie, who has his eyes bug out like a kid getting caught sneaking his hand into the cookie jar. immediately knowing who that voice belongs to.

it’s you.

you have your hand on a somegirl’s head, pressing it against an empty table. it draws so many peoples attention with their terrified expressions written on their faces. some of them are even whispering to each other wether or not to help the poor girl out and take you away, but they know better than to upset you.

“dude… you should go there” dustin leans over to eddie with a soft whisper, as if he’s afraid that you’ll hear him. “she’s gonna kill her.”

“eh” he munches on his fries, a proud smirk plasters across his face, eyes never leaving you. “let her. she’s fucking hot when she gets feisty.”

dustin gapes at him, “what kind of boyfriend would let their girlfriend kill another girl?!”

“me” he simply answers, feeling himself growing more turned on when he watches you furrow your brows in anger and teeth gritting, while putting your mouth close to the girl’s ear, threatening her more.

oh he’s definitely fucking you from behind later,

“I-im sorry” the blonde girl chokes out, her eyes are shut in fear and body won’t stop shaking due to your rough grip around her shitty ponytail. “i promise … p-please-“

“yeah, you promise right? because if i saw you do what you did again, i will fucking come for you, you stupid fuck” you harshly say against her ear, throwing her shaking body to the floor, earning loud gasps from around. “racist bitch.”

with that, you fix your skirt and sleek your messy hair back and turn around. seeing a bunch of bewildered looks on students making you scoff and roll your eyes. “the fuck are you guys looking at? go do something!”

in seconds, the crowd begins to break. not giving you nor the girl laying on the floor any more attention. though the tension is still there.

you begin to scan through the crowd, trying to find your boyfriend. and the moment you lock eyes with him, your frown is replaced with a bright smile, squealing as you hurriedly walk over to his table in your gogo boots. he instantly stands from his seat, mirroring your expression with his arms wide open.

"puddin!" you call, quickly jumping onto him.

"hi baby" he chuckles, keeping a tight grip around your waist. "quite a show you put on there" he nods to the crying girl.

"oh, that?" you innocently point out, "well she did something bad so I had to talk to her."

he sits back down in his chair, patting his lap for you. "talked? think you did more than that, sweetheart."

"oh well." you shrug, crossing your legs as you keep your arms around his shoulder, playing with his chocolate curls. "she deserved it."

"what did she do?" gareth pipes in, glancing down at your exposed thighs. gulping as he begins to check you out.

unfortunately, eddie notices, frowning in disappointment. "hey! eyes off my girl you little shit" he warns, pointing a finger at him. glaring at the curly-headed fellow.

gareth's eyes widen, face turning red in embarrassment as he looks away making you giggle.

"oh don't worry about him gar-bear. he's just a little protective." you cup eddie's cheeks, turning him to look at you. "you're still my man, baby." you plant a kiss on his lips, causing the table to groan in disgust.

"oh shut up. if you had a hot piece of ass for a girlfriend like y/n. you'd let her do whatever she wants to you." eddie slaps your ass a bit, making you jump.

"yeah yeah, you have a girlfriend now. we get it." mike waves him off, eyes rolling. "you didn't answer the question, y/n."

"what? oh yeah! she was making fun of your club. and said some very very offensive remarks about eddie and lucas." you shrug, twirling one of eddie's locks. "I had to do something, obviously. can't let that bitch get away with what she said. i had to get physical."

"it was?" eddie's heart begins to warm. never in his life had someone defended him like that. "oh sweetcheeks, you didn't have to."

"uhm, yes i did have to." you reply in an obvious tone, "you mean a lot to me. and I know these guys and the club mean so much to you, baby. so that makes them important to me as well."

“i fucking love you, you know that?” he sighs dreamily, tucking away the loose curl from your face. “if i could take you right here-“

the hellfire kids immediately groan, covering their ears as they complain to their ‘master’ about his sexual implication. hearing that only makes you laugh even more and for eddie to roll his eyes back.

“woah woah dude, not at lunch please. it’s gross.”dustin begs, shaking his head in disgust as he points down at the meal.

“well” you start, biting your lip while standing up. “i saw chem class is free, you wanna go there with me so we can-” you’re immediately cut off by eddie jumping off from his seat right away nearly tipping the chair down. eyes wide in excitement as he nods vigorously

“yes. fuck yes. i need you right now, you don’t need to ask” he desperately begins, hands wrapped around your waist as the go down to squeeze your ass. not caring that people are probably watching. “think i can get you off in fifteen, baby?”

“i like to see you try” you purr, batting your lashes at him. “because i’m planning to get you off in ten.”

he lets out his shaky sigh“jesus fuck- i gotta go guys. move the meeting later after school.” he turns to say to his friends while grabbing your arms tight and rushes away with you who’s giggling like crazy.

“what- no! eddie!” dustin calls out his name, watching the two lovebirds disappear from the cafeteria. he sighs in frustrations, hands on his hips as he hears the piles of complaints coming from the guys.

“fucking horn dogs”

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harrywavycurly · 3 months

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Summary: You’re a cheerleader at Hawkins High School and somehow you’ve gotten yourself into a relationship with Eddie Munson, the school’s main “bad boy”. From the beginning Eddie has made sure you’re aware that the two of you won’t ever be seen in public together because he has a reputation to uphold. For a while it doesn’t bother you because in your eyes your relationship with Eddie is just a fun fling and the sneaking around is kind of exciting. But everything changes when the two of you end up at the same party and Eddie gets a glance at what it’s like when he’s not around you and he doesn’t like it, more importantly he doesn’t like the attention you get from others. After that night Eddie starts to wonder if his feelings for you are more serious than just a fun fling or if he wants something more and it’s time for the two of you stop meeting in secret.

Type of Story: Secret Romance, Friends to lovers and cheerleader!reader x Eddie Munson

Inspiration: This idea came from this post right here

Status: Ongoing

Tag list: Open

Instagrams: Here

Conversations: here

Extras: Here

*This is mainly a texting fic but you’ll find everything down below in the correct order*

Part 1: Rules

Part 2: Pointless

Part 3: Crush bonus convo between you and Chrissy here

Part 4: Late

Part 5: Never Again

Part 6: Cheer Shit bonus convo between Eddie and Gareth here

Part 7: Leader

Part 8: Miss You?

Part 9: Hank

Part 10: Not Red

Part 11: Let Me Go

Part 12: Convenient

Part 13: A Feeling

Part 14: Regret It

Part 15: Girl Code

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 month

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You're nursing a crush on Eddie from afar but you're from the dark side, he hates you doesn't he? So you begin to leave anonymous notes to Eddie complimenting him.

Gareth finds out...but so does Jason and he wants revenge.

Warnings; Secret admirer, angst, mention of the word slut, little bit of fluff.

This has been my brainrot for the last few days, enjoy 🫶💌

💌💞

You knew Eddie hated you. Being from the dark side as he put it, there was no doubt that you were public enemy number one in Eddie's eyes. Quietly you nursed a crush on him that only grew with each passing day.

No one knew who your crush was, only that you were pining for someone who didn't like you back.

"You could have anyone at this school, Tina snaps why do you insist on pining over some loser who doesn't give a shit about you?" You didn't know how to answer that, you didn't want just anyone, you wanted Eddie.

But you could never tell him. He would think it was a joke or some ploy concocted by Jason, so you were left with only daydreams and small hopes that one day Eddie might notice you.

Secretly you began to leave anonymous notes in his locker, just little compliments to brighten his day and watched from the sidelines as he discovered each one, at first he angrily disregarded them as a joke. Then he softened and a faint blush would creep up his cheeks as he read your words, a small smile on his face once he realised that they were genuine.

One day Gareth caught you putting the note in Eddie's locker, looked at you stunned and with a questioning gaze.

"It's been you all along" you nod, eyes filling with tears at the thought of Eddie finding out and hating you even more.

"Please don't tell him. He already hates everything about me and my friends," Gareth still gapes at you as you gather your things and rush away from the scene.

... 💌

Gareth struggled with hiding who Eddie's secret admirer was, now he knew it was you and you begging him not to tell Eddie he was in a bind. What the hell was he supposed to do with this information? On one hand Eddie was his friend and he couldn't keep secrets for him.

On the other hand, you seemed really sweet and obviously had been crushing on Eddie for a long time. He didn't know what to do, so he turned to Jeff for advice and swore him to secrecy.

It was completely unknown to him that a seething Jason had heard everything and was planning to teach you a lesson. How could you like that freak Munson? He shakes his head in disgust and formulated a plan.

He waits until no one is around and steals a few notes you left Eddie from Eddie's locker.

... 💌

There's immense chatter as you head into the school the next day, Chrissy is furiously arguing with Jason which surprises you. Chrissy rarely if ever got mad.

"Look, here's the star of the show now" Jason sneers and you frown confused and push your way to the crowd in front of your locker.

Humiliation seeps into your bones as you see your notes to Eddie spread across your locker. Hellfire Slut is written in red ink. Jason is now howling with laughter, others look sympathetic but don't move to help.

Chrissy pushes past everyone and helps gather up the notes while glaring daggers at Jason, you offer her a weak smile.

Tears pool down your cheeks but what makes matters worse is that Eddie is standing rigid a little bit away from the whole scene and gazing at the notes. He knows everything now and your misery deepens.

You flee once his eyes meet yours.

💌

Eddie can feel the slow burn of rage course through his veins. He didn't like violence, it reminded him too much of his old man but just this once he lets the anger wash over him at the image of your tearstained face.

He walks calmly over to a smug Jason who looks ready to make some stupid comments. Eddie doesn't give him a chance, he punches the douchebag right in his face and then sets off to find you.

For a while Eddie searches for you but concedes that you must have gone home. His knuckle is bruised and bleeding from hitting Carver but he doesn't regret it.

Eddie hopes he can find you tomorrow so he can get some answers from you, he was rapidly falling in love with his anon admirer and if it really was you, he wanted to know.

It surprises Eddie that the thought of you being his admirer doesn't bother him. You're part of the dark side but so obviously different to Jason and his goons, and he was falling for you hard through those notes. Maybe he could finally get to know you for real?

Later as he heads back to the trailer, Wayne tuts as he sees Eddie's bruised knuckles and sighs. "Was it at least worth it son?" Eddie doesn't even have to think twice as he replies.

"Yeah Uncle Wayne, it really was"

💌

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ashwhowrites · 17 days

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Eddie Munson x cheerleader! reader, what if they're in a secret relationship, they've been together quite some time now, and they haven't told anyone bc of the rude ppl, but what if Gareth had to go to Eddie's to help him with a homework or something and when he walks in (maybe he knew where Eddie left his key or something) he goes to Eddie's bedroom and he sees Reader on top of Eddie kissing him, and he's like WTH and they get scared bc of that, but Gareth tells them that he's not gonna tell anyone about it. But, he always teases Eddie about his relationship with Reader.

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Secrets out

Eddie lived in a dream he hoped he wouldn't wake up from. He somehow snagged the girl of his dreams and he hoped he wouldn't mess it up. He took every precaution, including keeping it a secret from his friends.

Eddie knew once the school found out, their paradise together would crash and burn. They were good at keeping their distance at school, no one expected a thing.

Which is why Gareth refused to believe what he saw.

Gareth arrived at Eddie's to help him study for a test. Being Eddie's best friend, Gareth knew where the spare key was hidden. As he always did, Gareth welcomed himself into the trailer. The trailer was quiet, but music came from Eddie's room. Gareth took that as a sign of where Eddie would be. He dropped his backpack on the couch and walked to Eddie's room.

"Yo, I'm H-" Gareth stopped, taking in the scene before him.

"OH MY GOD!" Y/N screamed as she jumped off Eddie's body. She grabbed her shirt from the floor and hid behind the bed as she threw it on. She clenched her eyes and tried to disappear.

Eddie sat up and threw back on his shirt, his eyes panicked.

"Dude!" Eddie scolded, getting off the bed as he pushed Gareth back out the door. Eddie closed the door behind them, allowing Y/N to move from her hiding spot.

"Dude me? Dude you! You were tongue-deep in Y/F/N, the hottest cheerleader in school." Gareth exclaimed as he pointed at the door. Gareth could not believe this was reality. Eddie was his best friend and he had no clue he was sneaking around with Y/N. In a way he was hurt, but very jealous.

"I know! But listen, you can't tell anyone." Eddie said, his tone serious, placing his hand on Gareth's shoulder.

"I won't, I swear. But on one condition." Gareth said, crossing his arms.

Eddie got nervous but nodded.

"I need every detail," Gareth smirked as Eddie blushed.

~~~

It took a few hours to calm Y/N down about Gareth knowing. But in a way, it was a little relieving that someone finally knew.

Eddie loved that Gareth knew because now he had someone to talk to about his relationship. He finally got to talk about his girlfriend.

But Gareth also was a pain in Eddie's ass.

"Hellfire will start an hour later, so be on time!" Eddie declared as he got up from the lunch table.

"Wait why?" Mike asked as he grabbed his tray.

"I got to do something." Eddie shrugged, Gareth caught the subtle look towards Y/N and smirked.

"Gee, Eddie. I hope whatever it is, it doesn't take too long." Gareth teased, Eddie caught his message and glared.

"Thought you guys were a secret," Gareth mumbled. The loud hallway covered his words.

"We are," Eddie stated confused.

"Then why do you keep staring, lover boy." Gareth laughed at the joke but was answered with a punch in the shoulder from Eddie.

Gareth walked into the trailer for another night of studying, but this time more aware of closed doors.

He heard the music and walked over to Eddie's room. He knocked a few times and announced his arrival.

"It's safe Gareth." Eddie laughed, Gareth opened the door and looked in. Eddie was working on homework as Y/N flipped through a magazine.

"You boys have fun," Y/N said, standing up from the bed. She gave Eddie a kiss goodbye and then walked out.

"You are so gone for her," Gareth laughed as he sat next to Eddie.

"I know," Eddie said with a dreamy smile on his face.

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yovrnewromantic · 2 months

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THE LINE—

pairings: steve harrington x henderson!reader

1 — part 2 coming soon…

words: 3.6k

Summary: You realize the line between love and hate is very thin as you babysit and monster hunt alongside Steve Harrington.

Leaning pathetically against your locker, you banged your head against the metal, tugging on the end of your cheerleading skirt that got caught in the door when you slammed it shut. It’s your fault really, you were so happy to get it open for once. Of course, it had to be too good to be true.

“Need some help with that?”

Your lips swerved into a smile at the familiar voice, leaning away from your locker to look at one of your favorite girls.

“Yes, Nancy. Please!” you pleaded, laughing as the girl stepped forward, easily opening your locker door, not even needing to ask the combination from the amount of times she’s had to open it.

Nancy Wheeler smiled smugly when your locker opened, releasing you and your skirt.

Nancy had been one of your best friends since you moved to Hawkins along with Chrissy Cunningham and Heather Holloway. At twelve years old, you were anxious, but to your surprise, extremely charismatic. You found friends like wildflowers, something you loved, but Nancy was one of the best. She was like a rose, beautiful and smart, something that drew you to her in the first place.

“My savior! How could I ever repay you?” you joked, mocking a princess before laughing at your own joke, tugging your books tighter to your hip.

Nancy grimaced. “Well,” she started, and your brows furrowed, making you feel uneasy, “Firstly, by not being too mad…”

Nancy shoved a note in your face. You squinted reading the words that alert you that King fucking Steve was waiting for your best friend in the bathroom, wanting to make out. Gross.

“Ew,” you stated, playful smile turning into a pout. Your shoulders slumped, concern kicking in rather than disgust. “Harrington? Really, Nance? You could do so, so much better.”

To you, Steve Harrington was the worst person at Hawkins high. A real player who had absolutely no consideration for anyone’s feeling but his own and his stupid little posse. Generally a piece of shit.

“You owe me,” she mutters, shrugging her shoulder to try to rid her mind of what you were implying, what she had already been anxious about.

“I just think it’s a bad idea,” you say softly, trying not to hurt the poor girls feelings, but really you were just trying to help.

“And why’s that?” she asks, on the defensive.

You shake your head, holding yourself back from rolling your eyes. “He’s a bad idea,” you state simply. “He treats girls like shit and you know better to accept that.”

“You don’t know him.”

“I know that he dumped Charlotte after he had sex with her,” you offered, looking at her with a raised brow. Nancy rolls her eyes.

“Well, that’s Charlotte. And I’m going to see him,” she announces, a little like she’s singing.

Sighing disappointedly, the bell rings in your ears. Great, you’re late.

You give Nancy a look already walking backwards towards your first period. “Make good decisions. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“You wouldn’t go out with him the first place!” she calls back, looking at you with a playful expression.

“Exactly.” You smile, finally turning around and heading to your class. When you fully turn, your smile disappears.

Something about Steve makes you anxious, fills your body with unease whenever you two make eye contact when your both at your lockers. You hate the way he smiles smugly at you. And you hate that he’s going after another one of your friends, the fear of her getting hurt makes your stomach ache.

This time, if he hurts her, you hurt him.

And that’s exactly what happened.

You were on your evening walk, frowning at the missing poster you see of Will Byers, your little brother’s best friend and Johnathan Byers, one of your best friends, brother. It’s a saddening sight, especially since the young boy’s funeral. Absolutely heartbreaking.

Frustration is throbbing through your body. You feel helpless, unable to find the boy despite having helped put up posters and searched through the woods countlessly.

You were also angry with yourself for allowing your brother out of the house when you heard the news, letting him and his friends set out in search for him themselves because your heart ached looking into your brother’s teary eyes as he begged you not to tell mom that you caught him sneaking out.

It was stupid, that you told him to keep his walking on him, stay with his friends, and to stay safe or you’d fucking kill him. You’re a shitty sister.

You were an idiot. An idiot people pleaser who never knew when to say no to her friends and family. It was stupid that when your empathetic heart feels their pain you resort to the worse stress reliever, and contradictory to your guilty conscience, violence.

“Harrington, you better get your ass down from that ladder right now!”

You saw him from a mile away, the words spray painted on the movie theatre that you would always take your brother and his friends. The only thing you could make out of it was that Steve fucking Harrington was caught defaminating one of your best friend’s names while vandalizing the cinema.

Steve’s eyes went wide at the sight of you, the beautiful girl who ignored and criticized his every move. His ex-girlfriends best friend. His heart raced at your angry expression. His cheeks probably got a little red too.

“Henderson, what the hell are you doing here?” he asked, sponge pausing its movement to look down at you. Steve had completely forgotten what it looked like had happened, oblivious to everything else around him, his entire focus on you. His fake innocence only made you angrier.

Ignoring his question, you fumed, “Get your ass down or I’m pushing you off this damn ladder!”

Steve’s eyes widened as he muttered curses under his breath, quickly climbing down from the ladder. You pretended that seeing his face bloody and bruised didn’t make your stomach ache.

“Jesus, what your pro—,” You shoved him, and he stumbled back, arms stretched out as his back hits the ladder, “blem!”

“You wrote this? You called Nancy a slut?!”

You pushed him again, and he stumbled again, still looking at you like you’re crazy. He caught your wrists when you went to push him again.

Your hands were held at his chest, pulling you into his chest despite how you try to plant your feet, to stay away from him. Steve still has an bizzare look on his face as he looks down at you, cheeks pink and he’s slightly out of breathe from how he scrambled to grab your wrists. Steve rapidly shakes his head, blurting, “What? No! No, I didn’t!”

You let out a scoff, nodding sarcastically as if you believed him. “So… you just cleaning it up? Bullshit,” you spit, and Steve looks almost hurt by your insinuation.

“Yes! “ He announced, running a hand through his hair when you tugged your wrists free. “I didn’t write this!”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked at him accusingly, like he was stupid. “Then who did, Harrington?”

“Tommy.”

“Oh, you’re best friend!” you exclaimed, “That totally makes so much of a difference.”

“No, Henderson, — I.” He groaned. He glanced around, breathing out of his mouth before he pinched his nose. “I should’ve stopped him, I know, but I’m cleaning this up now. I’m trying to fix it.”

“Because you got caught?”

“No! I just—,” he shook his head. “I’m not… friends with those assholes anymore. I just wanna help.”

Really? you thought to yourself. Your nose scrunched as you scanned him up and down for a second with repulsion. He’s not friends with Tommy and Carol anymore? That’s hard to believe.

Your interrogation seemed never ended, and you still had the urge to punch him in the face despite the cuts and bruises that stand prominent on his handsome face. You wet your lips, ignoring your natural concern and continuing. “Help? Help what?”

“I wanna apologize,” he said. “To Nance.”

“Really?” you deadpanned. Steve arms waved wildly before he poked to fingers into his forehead, closing his eyes.

“Yes, I’m sorry. Is it that hard to believe?”

“Yeah, it is, King Steve,” you scoffed, before you let your thoughts slip into your words. You switch your footing, voice quieting ever so slightly when you ask, “What happened to your face?”

He paused.

“Byers,” Steve replied embarrassed, not even looking at you as your eyes widen.

“Really?” You sound surprised, and you are. The boy who’s been the nicest to you, one of your best friends ever since you’d gotten to town. Your babysitting buddy. The boy who’s brother was missing.

“Johnathan did that?” You ask. When he nods, you hum. “You deserved it.”

“I know.”

Humming, you look at Steve for a second, checking out his bloodied face and red knuckles. Next to his foot is the sponge he was using, it’s turning red and it looks like it’s decomposing from overuse. It makes you clear your throat when you catch his eyes again.

Quietly, almost whispering, you ask, “Do you love her?” You gulp, specifying, “Nancy?”

He sighed, and he looked at you for a good minute, clearly contemplating. Truth be told, he didn’t know. She was… different from his other girlfriend.

Steve would be lying to himself if he said that he didn’t like you. He knew he did, since last year and you walked in wearing a pretty little sundress and gave him attitude when he offered to be your prince charming and open your locker. Maybe he liked Nancy a lot, but he didn’t know if you could love someone and stare at their best friend when their back was turned.

He swallowed, shrugging. “I don’t know.”

You don’t like him. You don’t like him. You don’t like him.

Steve’s word make you nod to yourself, ignoring the relief you feel that he’s not in love with her for Nancy’s sake. Clearly, Steve was a shitty teenage boy, and even worse boyfriend, but you believed in change.

“You really want to make things right?” you question, still trying to keep your guard up despite how you feel them crashing down around you. Goddammit, you hate Steve Harrington.

“Yes,” he groaned, meaningfully.

In your head, you were screaming. Blood curdling, a homicide victim type of screaming, and it’s so loud, so so freaking loud that you couldn’t hear your own thoughts. Maybe, that’s why you make a dumb decision.

You shrug, already turning around to start walking. “Okay, then. Let’s go.”

“Wait, what? Where?”

“To go see Nancy,” you scoffed, as if it was common knowledge. Impatiently, you said, “Come on, I don’t want to be seen with you.”

You trudged forward, once white sneakers thumping against the sidewalk. Behind you, you can hear Steve jog forward, eager to catch up with you.

It doesn’t take long, but the moment he’s beside you, words spill from his lips, quickly. “I— I have my car.”

Pausing in your step, you begrudgingly looked at Steve, quite relieved that you don’t have to walk all the way to Jonathan’s house. “Okay. Where?”

“Over here,” Steve says, almost out of breath as he points to his car. You head towards it without a second thought, harshly pulling on his passenger car door and glaring at him when it doesn’t open.

Steve looks at you strangely, kinda of afraid of you, and he puts his key in before opening the door for you. You don’t look at him, not even when he gets inside the driver seat and starts the car, too busy staring out the window.

“Do you, um, want any music?” Steve stutters, looking at you hesitantly. You roll your eyes.

“You not talking is enough for me,” you smile, sarcastically.

“Oh,” Steve deadpans, biting his lips at he turns away from you, ready to drive.

Great, now you feel bad. You offer, “What do you have?”

“Yeah— yeah, I have Beat It, some AC/DC, Uptown Girl—

“Uptown Girl, please,” you cut him off. Your casual manners make Steve blush. You don’t even notice that you said it, and it reminds Steve how good you are. You were solid good.

A good girl.

A nice girl.

And one who wants nothing to do with him.

Go figure.

Steve realizes how fucked up his mind is as his knuckles turn white on the stirring wheel. He starts to drive, listening to you hum while starring out the window, sometimes cutting yourself off to tell him directions to Jonathan’s house.

When he asked why there, you said that he had to apologize to Jonathan first. He listens to you for reasons he could not comprehend, because he found himself trusting you despite how much you must hate because he knows you.

In the hallways, he’d watched you tell freshmen directions, laugh on your way to class, help kids who would drop things. You’d barely notice the boys that trailed after you that you thought were only friends, and he’d watch you scold them whenever they were mean to some freak, or nerd, or geek, in the halls.

You were nice. The nicest girl at that damn school, and unbeknownst to you, The Queen Of Hawkins High.

He can’t keep his eyes off you, and he’s never felt guiltier. He let his friend call his girlfriend a slut while he was yearning to kiss her best friend on the way to apologize to her. There was something wrong with him. Steve shook his head, letting his eyes part from you and focus on the road.

The drive was slow, but the moment the car parked in the Byers’ driveway, you were quick to usher Steve out.

“Go,” you wave.

“What?” Steve’s heart races. “Right— right now?”

“When else?” you blink.

“Shouldn’t we rehearse something?”

You sigh, holding back a much needed eye roll. A fake smile props on your lips. “‘Jonathan, I’m sorry for fighting you in the middle of the street. That one’s on me,’” you say. “‘Oh, and I feel bad for smashing your camera to little bits. How about I buy you a new one with my daddy’s money?’” You drop your smile. “That good?”

“The camera wasn’t my fault,” he justified.

“I know, I was there. Still, that doesn’t make what you did right, so get out of the car and apologize,” you punctuated.

Steve mouth gaped. Then, he begrudgingly unbuckles his seat belt and grumbles under his breath, stepping out the vehicle. He slams the car door shut.

You snorted a laugh, sinking into Steve’s comfy car seats.

From where your sat, you have a clear viewing of the show. You’re not sure whether or not Jonathan will forgive him. Apart of you hopes he doesn’t. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

What did surprise you was watching Steve, under the warm yellow glow from the Byers house lights, pound on the door and then eventually force his way in.

Hastily, you trailed after him, leaves crunching under your quick feet.

“Steve!” you called once in the door way. “This wasn’t what we talked about…”

The words died in your throat as your eyes scattered across the room, the sight of Jonathan, a shit ton of weapons his living room table and Nancy with a gun pointed at Steve’s face had you had you bewildered.

“You two need to leave now!” Jonathan said, but you were more focused on Nancy’s count down, gun still pointed at Steve.

Before you could think, you were shoving yourself in between Steve, Jonathan, and the gun, hand raised in defense. The mass of Christmas lights around you flickered briskly with your final shout, “What is going on?”

Few words between Nancy and Jonathan end with Steve Harrington, grabbing your wrist and dragging you down the hall into a bedroom as a venus-flytrap looking bear rips apart the ceiling.

“What the hell was that,” Steve yelled along with a variety of curses.

“Shut up!” Nancy and Jonathan shouted, synchronized.

You and Steve shared a feared look.

Pounds and gurgles erupt from the other side of the door until they suddenly stopped. In the silence, Nancy and Jonathan exit the room, Steve and you right behind them.

“Are you going to tell us what that was?” you rasped desperately.

Nancy’s reply was short. “A demogorgon.”

You recognized that name. “Like—,” you brows pinched together. “From DnD?”

“That’s what the boys said.”

“The boys,” you repeated. “Like Dustin, Lucas, and Mike? They know about this?”

“Look, Y/N, I’m sorry but we don’t have time for the questions. It’s going to come back, and you two,” she gestures to you and Steve, “need to leave. Right now.”

Breathing heavy, and with the shake of your head, you said, “No.”

“Yes, go,” Nancy said, stepping closer. You were the same height, she couldn’t intimidate you, not even with a gun in her hand. You weren’t going to leave, especially because of the newfound fear of that thing going after your brother.

“Y/N,” Steve tried, eager for the door.

“No, you go,” you said to Steve then turned to Nancy, “I’m staying so either let me help kill it or I’ll stand here and be bait.”

“Fine,” Nancy said.

Jonathan threw you a lighter. “Throw this into the carpet when it’s here.”

Steve felt pathetic watching the three of you. He didn’t want to leave and be a coward, but he didn’t want to die either. One thought over powered the other and he sprinted to his car, but seeing rapid flickering lights, he forced himself back inside.

After swinging a crowbar at the demogorgon and watching it swallow it whole, you were sure you were going to die. You fell back, squeaking in despair as you did so. The demogorgon’s mouth widen, and you may have gotten a little teary eyed at the sight of Jonathan and Nancy on the floor, looking helpless as well.

But to your shock, Steve Harrington jumped in front of you, swinging a bat like he hadn’t quit baseball in seventh grade.

What happened next was blur, but you remember Steve Harrington forcing you to your feet and the sight of a demogorgon enveloped in flames.

—

With shallow breaths, you sat on the wooden porch in front of the Byers’ house, illuminated by a singular warm lantern, recollecting the previous events. Mind racing, you hardly notice the body next to yours.

Well, until, and hand landed on your shoulder. It’s large, much bigger than your own. Your eyes traced the arm up to its owner, seeing a bloody, concerned face staring back at you.

“You okay?” Steve asked, and your heart swelled the slightest bit at his worry. He had just almost killed himself and he was worried about you.

Your eyebrows twitched, the undying desire to hate him still present. “Yeah,” you choked, “I’m fine.”

Steve nodded. He retracted the hand off your shoulder slowly, which you were grateful for. Nancy and Johnathan’s dull chatter filled the void, the four of you too nerved to fully close the front door.

Clearing your throat, you said, not looking at him. “Thank you for — um — saving my life.”

When Steve spoke, you turned to him. “Anybody would’ve done the same.”

“No they wouldn’t have,” you said, entire body angling towards him. You kept your hands in your lap, tediously explaining, “They would’ve ran for the hills, like you should’ve, but you didn’t. So thanks. I owe you one.”

“Don’t mention it,” he griped, but you shook your head with a scoff, readjusting yourself to look straight forward. You went silent again. Not far from you, you can hear the engine of a car, smell the toxic carbon monoxide polluting the air.

Steve Harrington saved your life. King Steve Harrington saved your life.

Laughing to yourself, you eyed Steve carefully. “I never would’ve taken you for a hero, Harrington.”

“Guess you were wrong,” Steve chuckled. His eyes shone particularly bright in the moonlight.

“Mhm,” you hummed, looking to your lap, “maybe about a lot of things too.”

You hadn’t known why you said that. Steve’s lips parted at your words, a dumbfounded look forming on his face.

“Y/N!”

Immediately, your head whipped to the noise. Your eyes widened with recognition to the voice. “Dustin!” you shouted, voice echoing off the trees in question.

A car pulled up, and in the back windows you could see three smiling faces in the window.

Smiling. They’re okay, you told yourself. And free to yell.

“You boys are so lucky.” The words came out forced, a quiver in your voice at the pure relief you feel, rushing to the boys off the porch and watching the three of them exit the car safely. “You could’ve gotten yourselves killed,” you snapped. “Why didn’t you told me?”

Only after you spoke did you notice their red rimmed eyes.

Your lips twitched into a frown. Swallowing back your own tears, you pulled Dustin, Lucas, and Mike into a hug. “I’m so glad you all are okay.”

Vaguely, blue and red flashing lights pull up onto the driveway of the Byers’ house. Police step out their car with questioning looks. It’s not long before one offers to take you and your brother home.

Glancing behind you, Steve Harrington’s eyes found yours swiftly, as if they had been trained to you this entire time. Hesitantly, you raised your hand, not very high, but just visibly for him to see. You gave Steve a small wave.

He smiled at you, and you were sure that it hurt.

been meaning to write a steve fic for a while. he’s so boyfriend and i’m a huge hopelessly pining/enemies to lovers girly

not my best, probably will rewrite in the future

#yovrnewromantic #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve x reader #steve #steve harrington stranger things #stranger things #billy hargove x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x henderson!reader #henderson!reader #dustin henderson #dustin henderson x reader #dustin henderson x sister!reader #king steve #king steve harrington #cheerleader

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iliaclwrites · 2 years

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Would you do one of cheerleader!reader coming to school crying bc she hit a bunny on her way there and Eddie just comforting her but also trying not to laugh 💀😭 and maybe even hellfire clowning her too if you want lmao I hit one before and I was so sad and I saw a tiktok of a girl crying bc she hit one too and I got reminded of it 😭

warnings: animal death

"Eddie!"

The boy whipped around as the blur of pink and white hurled itself into his arms. He immediately tightened his grip around you as you buried your head in his chest, clawing your hands into the collar of his jacket as you blubbered into his shirt.

"Whoa, whoa, pom poms," Eddie said, cradling your head gently. "Babygirl, what's happening? Everything okay?" He pulled away from you and his eyes widened when he saw you were crying. "Oh, Jesus, are you okay? What happened? Are you safe?"

"I-- I hit him!" you managed, swallowing thickly. Eddie blanched. "I didn't mean to! I wasn't looking where I was going! And he. Just. Into the middle of the road. And I couldn't swerve in time, and I. I killed him!"

Eddie squared his shoulders and took you by the hand, pulling you into a slightly more secluded corner. "Okay. Right. Did anyone see?"

You shook your head, sniffling.

"Okay. That's good. Did you just leave the body there?" he asked, and pressed his hands to your cheeks. "Hey, hey, pom poms. It's gonna be fine. I know people who know people. Nothing's gonna happen to you, okay? Nothing. You're gonna be safe."

You nodded, swiping at your tears. "I just left him there. I couldn't bear it. He was so small."

Eddie swore quietly. "A kid? Fuck. Okay. That's fine." He sucked his teeth noisily, and wrapped his arms around you. "It's fine, pom poms. We're gonna have to lay low a while. Although, you should probably turn yourself in. If he just ran out, then it's not your fault. A kid, pom poms. Christ, this is messy." He ran a hand through his hair and looked up at the sky. "We could always go on the run."

You glanced up at him. "Wh-- Turn myself in?" you asked, blinking at him. "What, are they endangered here, or something?"

It was Eddie's turn to stare at you in confusing. "Huh?"

"Rabbits," you clarified. "Are they endangered here?"

"No, they're pests, I thi--" He stopped. "Wait. Babe. Did you hit a fucking rabbit?"

Your eyes welled at the memory. "I didn't mean to! It just jumped out! And it was so cute, and small, and it just went. Squish. Under the wheels." You looked down at the ground. "It was awful."

"Jesus fucking Christ," Eddie said, and you snapped your head up to look at him. He was laughing, eyes wide and manic. "Pom poms, you scared the shit out of me. Just a rabbit. Just a fucking rabbit. Halle-goddamn-lujah."

You frowned. "Yes, just a rabbit," you repeated slowly. "Why, what did you think I hit?" You paused, rewinding the conversation. "Wait, holy shit, Edward. You thought I killed someone? You were going to run from the law with me?"

Eddie laughed, panicked, and slung an arm over your shoulder to steer you back to where the group were watching you all curiously. "What, me? Haha. Nope." He shook his head. "A fucking rabbit."

#eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x cheerleader #LOL THIS IS MY FAVOURITE #s: two households

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eddiesbigolepp · 2 years

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perv!eddie who cant help but stare at your chest when the necklace you’re wearing slots between your breasts.

perv!eddie who tries his hardest to not let his eyes fall to your ass when you walk away from him.

perv!eddie who has rented almost every porn vhs in hopes of finding one that looks like you.

perv!eddie who cant wait for summer, just to see you in the tiniest skirts and shorts imaginable.

perv!eddie who hangs up a pair of your used panties above his bed as his own reminder of your sickly sweet smell

perv!eddie who keeps a picture of you sleeping naked in his wallet, to get him off in a pinch

perv!eddie who always fake bangs you when you bend over, no matter the kind of relationship you have.

perv!eddie who makes sure theres no seats at lunch so your always sat in his lap, feeling his member grow the more you move.

perv!eddie who always checks you to see if you have matching undergarments because he believes that clashing is a big no no

perv!eddie whos number one house rule is no pants, just so he can see that cute butt scurry around his trailer

perv!eddie who cant help but pinch your nipples when he sees that theyre hard under your shirt.

perv!eddie who only drives so recklessly to watch your tits bounce as he hits every pothole imaginable

perv!eddie who loves to tie your shoes, especially when he gets the up skirt view from the ground.

perv!eddie who can never quite focus when you whine his name and yell at him for not being nice to you.

perv!eddie who goes out of his way to get new porno mags, looking for girls who look like you, and eventually making his own book.

perv!eddie who stole your cheer uniform once when you showered at his place, just so you you run around searching for it in the tiny towel he gave you.

perv!eddie who only gives you the loosest tank tops he owns when you ask for a shirt, just to see some side boob, maybe even get a nip slip

perv!eddie who loves to cuddle, only because when he falls asleep, he can rut against you and hear your whiny sounds

perv!eddie who loves to lay between your legs, face first, and smell your after practice sweat for hours.

perv!eddie who always lays your feet in his lap, imagining lifting your foot to his face and kissing your toes.

perv!eddie who makes you bend over in your skirts and dresses to see if you’ll flash anyone.

perv!eddie who always goes shopping with you, to get the shortest and skimpiest thing possible

perv!eddie who intentionally takes you to lovers lake without bathing suits so you have to go in naked

perv!eddie who loves to make you go outside when it rains so he can see through your shirt

perv!eddie who never fails to kiss you goodnight when he drops you off at home, the heads to his van to pump out a quick one in the back seat

#eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #stranger things #eddie munson smut #perv!eddie #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things smut #stranger things 4 #st4 eddie #st4 #perv eddie

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taintedcigs · 10 months

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i know places — e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x popular cheerleader!f!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors dni!!, ANGST, smut, p in v, kind of degradation, jealousy, praises, nicknames, br*eding kink, cre*mpie, FIGHT!!, eddie beats someone up, gareth is an asshole im sorry, and some flufff

summary: in which you are secretly dating eddie because his friends don't like you (wc: 6k+)

a/n: HELLO hello I AM BACK! i kind of hate this, and the ending sucks pls ignore it but i wanted to post it so bad bc i love ts x eddie!! also a part of this was heavily HEAVILY inspired by an ep of veronica mars bc its one of my fav shows!! also no dividers and i didn't proof-read SO PLEASE ignore the mistakes plss

Four months.

It had been four months since you and Eddie had started to “secretly date.”

And in all honesty, it had been fun. The sneaking around, the private dates, the quick fuck seshs in school, in the supply closet, after his D&D campaigns, in his van, in the woods.

And the teasing, oh god, the teasing.

It's why you were currently scrunched up in the back of his van, ragged breathing and curses, heavy tension filling the space.

“You done teasin’?” he asked, hovering over you.

It started with the glances in the hallway, at first, Eddie thought they were innocent. But the way you threw your head back as you touched Andy’s arm had Eddie’s jaw clenched.

He was sure his blood was boiling by the time he dragged you back to his van.

He dismissed your concerns about how he shouldn’t skip English again, he could care less, he needed you, and he needed you now.

It was driving him crazy too, while he had fun, he hated the idea of not being able to tell those stupid jocks to back off of his girl.

He hated the stupid school hierarchy and his friends for having to keep this relationship a secret, he hated not being able to show you off.

“Teasing?” You asked, an innocent smile playing on your lips.

“C’mon don’t play coy now.” He warned, “I know what you were tryin’ to do with that stupid jock.” He scoffed.

“And did it work?” You batted your lashes, and he rolled his tongue inside of his cheek. “Yeah.” He barely gave you any time to adjust before his lips hungrily attacked yours.

So needy and filled with lust that you couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped your lips. He didn’t waste any time as he reached for the edge of your tiny top almost ripping it off and letting it drop to the van’s floor.

You could feel your breath hitch with how rough he was being, his calloused fingers flipping your cheerleader skirt and moving your panties aside, sliding a finger as he groaned at the wetness, partying your pussy to get a better view of your gushing heat.

“Fuckfuckfuck.” He cursed under his breath, “Such a pretty fucking pussy, baby,” He peppered your heat. “All mine, yea?” He asked needily.

His fingers worked your clit with little circles, causing you to whimper out. “Mhmm.” You barely let out, eyes shutting immediately in pleasure.

His fingers worked to stretch you open, and his visible bulge was pressing hard against his uncomfortable pants, you knew you would get what you had been begging for all morning soon.

“You think it’s fuckin’ funny to try to make me jealous?” He raised a brow, and you stopped your lips from twitching into a smirk, you didn’t need him to edge you, not right now, not when you needed him this much.

“Nuh-uh.” You pouted, “Only did it cause you kept flirting with that girl yesterday at the gig.” You huffed, you knew you were being petty, but could care less, the downside to this whole deal was the fact that you couldn’t tell those girls to back off of him, you just had to smile and watch as they swooned all over him.

And if he could play at that game, so could you.

He gave you a slight chuckle before his fingers plunged in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as you moaned for more. “Needy fuckin’ slut.” He’s being mean, and you love it.

“I’ll give you all the attention you need, yea? Such a bratty baby.” He teased.

You cried out when he retracted his fingers, feeling empty as you pouted at him. He was quick to get his aching cock out of the uncomfortable boxers, bouncing against his stomach as he hissed.

His breathing was ragged as his cock flexed in his palm, causing your thighs to tremble with need, “Do something.” You breathed.

He raised a brow at your eagerness, “Please,” You pleaded, tears welling in your eyes at the pent-up frustration inside of you.

He was quick to dip his head down your chest, mouth nibbling at your nipples, and you arched against his fingers, he was driving you crazy and you could feel his aching cock brush against your thighs.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” He cried out pinching your clit, “And all mine,” You liked how rough and possessive he got when he was jealous, you didn’t care that it was wrong, your heat was pulsing relentlessly with need.

“Jesus,” He cried out when he had one hand on your hip, and used the other to rub the tip of his pulsing cock against your entrance.

You trembled with desire when he teased you further, his pink tip sliding easily over your soaking cunt, “C’mon, thought you wanted to fuckin’ tease me?” He mocked.

“You’re already cryin’ out like a whore and I haven’t even touched you properly yet, peach,” He cooes, causing you to whine.

“N—need you,” Barely able to speak, you spread your thighs further, and Eddie gives you a chuckle, his mocking was making you throb even more.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you spread your legs like that for that dumb jock too, honey?” His words are laced with bitterness and you’re quick to shake your head.

“Uh—uh, only you,” You whine, he’s rough as he grabs your cheeks making you look at him, your eyes widen as you desperately plead for him to do something — anything.

“Since I own this tight little cunt, I’m gonna use it like I fuckin’ want to,” He growls, and you whimper at that, Eddie’s lips tilt into a smirk, he knows you enjoy his words. “You want that, peach? You want me to wreck this pretty little pussy? Fill you to the brim with my warm load?” He asks, and it makes you tilt your head backward in pleasure when he teases his tip against your entrance again.

“Mpmhm… Fuckfuckfuck, yes please!” You’re practically shaking with the need to be fucked.

He grasped your wrists in one hand, pinning them against the cold walls of his van, making you hiss, barely giving you any warning before he slowly prodded his aching cock inside your velvety walls.

“Fuckohfuckohfuck,” His breathing was ragged and you could almost feel his cock splitting you open, your mouth rounding into a silent ‘Oh.’

As he plunged himself deeper into you, your back arched back toward him, making your cunt clamp down on his cock, and he growled, “S’fuckin’ tight, poor baby must’ve felt so empty without my cock, yea?” He cooes and you nod quickly.

You could feel your insides burn, both from need and from how big Eddie was. “Mmmph, greedy fuckin’ cunt. Takin’ me so well, honey.” He murmured peppering your face with kisses, you could barely take in his words, your mind clouded with desire.

Your eyes welled up in tears again, it felt so fucking good, feeling him this deep inside of you, “Shhh… you can do it baby,” Eddie encouraged as he forced himself deeper into your soaking walls.

“Be a good girl and take it all, can you do that honey?” You nodded immediately, Eddie’s hands were quick to caress your cheeks, “Good fuckin’ girl,” He murmured before he went on and on, his cock invading your walls until he was sure he was balls deep inside of you.

You couldn’t help the filthy squeaks that escaped your lips, the space of the van filled with your mewls and Eddie’s balls slapping against you.

He licks your neck before he bites hard onto your shoulder, his grunts filling the room as he plunges harder into you.

“Jesus fucking— mmpfh… just like that honey,” He murmurs into your neck, “My perfect fuckin’ girl.”

“Look so fuckin’ pretty when you’re all fucked out like this,” He nibbles on your neck, hands pinching your nipples. “Gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, baby,” He groans as he slams further inside of you.

“Edsedsedseds!” You repeat like a mantra, “What’d’ya need, peach?” He asks smugly.

“Jesus— n-need to cum!” You cry out and Eddie’s brain short-circuits for a moment, as you lay beneath him, plump lips making ‘Oh!’ sounds as your head is tilted back, and Eddie revels in it.

“Do it, honey. Cum for me,” He encourages.

“Need that tight little cunt to clamp down on me, peach,” He groans, and your whimpers get louder, you know you’re getting close and Eddie can feel how much you tighten around him.

“Shitshitshiiit— baby, this cunt is so fuckin’ greedy, and so fuckin’ tight,” He grunts. “All mine, angel.”

“’M close, Eds…” You barely blurt out in your fucked out state, and Eddie coos, “Cum for me, honey, c’mon cream my cock.”

He tilts his hips up further and hits your velvety walls so perfectly that almost has your eyes crossing.

Once his calloused fingers make their way onto your clit, rubbing slow circles and also giving your sensitive spot a pinch you cry out, trembling beneath him as you feel yourself release around his cock.

He lets out a loud grunt, “S’fuckin’ tight when you cum, shit— Gonna fuck my load into you, baby.”

“You want that? You want me to fill that pretty pussy, have you leakin’ my cum for days?” You nod weakly, still too fucked out to answer.

“Fuckfuckfuck— yeah, baby, gonna fill your tight little hole up, gonna give you all this cum,” He grunted.

“Would you like that honey? Shit—so fuckin’ tight, beg for it, beg for me, princess—” He almost growls into the curve of your neck, his hips slamming forward roughly, “Please—Eds, please, need your cum…” You make a mewling sound and Eddie can’t help himself, he’s pounding into you like a dog in heat and he knows he’s getting close now.

“Jesus—I’m gonna cum, honey. God—I’m gonna spend all of my load in this tight little cunt peach, it’s takin’ me so well, baby, I couldn’t pull out even if I wanted to, fuckfuckfuck—”

“Goin’ to fuck my load into you, baby, need to fill you up nice and sweet,” He cooes, mind boggling with the sight of your tits jiggling each time he slams harder into you, he knows he is rearing his orgasm with the way his hips stutter.

“Cum inside’a me, please,” You purr, eyes sultry as they meet Eddie’s, his grip on your hips tightens enough to leave a mark, your words sending a wave of pleasure to him as his movement is picked up.

“Mhmm, I love it when you fill me up s’warm and nice, and make me yours,” You murmured and that was it for Eddie.

His groans became uncontrollable now, and his eyes squeezed shut, he slammed into your body one last time, roughly, a string of curses spilled from his lips before his cock pulsated and his warm sticky load painted your insides, already spilling out of your tight cunt with how stuffed you were, falling down your thighs.

With a few “Fuckfuckfuck’s” Eddie collapsed on top of you, lips peppering your face softly as he wrapped an arm around you, murmuring, “You okay, baby?”

You nodded quickly, “Mhmm…” You relaxed into his warm body, “That fuckin’ punk really thought he could flirt with you, huh?” He chuckled; he was still possessive, bringing a dark smile to your lips.

“You know what you have to do to keep them away, don’t you?” You raised a brow, and he immediately knew what you were implying, but he wasn’t ready for any of it.

“Not this again,” He huffed, and you were quick to get out of his hold, you weren’t the type to push a guy around to make things exclusive, but with Eddie, you wanted nothing more than that, you didn’t even care about the teasing you would endure when the two of you made things official, but he certainly did, and it was starting to hurt you.

“Nevermind,” You murmured, searching for your clothes as Eddie got up, “Why are we in such a hurry?” He asked, tone worried. “We already skipped one class, I don’t wanna skip another one, doofus.” You narrowed your eyes at him before slipping on your skirt, sighing in relief when you found your panties discarded on the floor.

“You mad at me or somethin’?” You could tell how fragile he was acting around you, and it made your heart ache, but all of the secrets and running around were getting to you, the girls that were throwing themselves at Eddie as he flashed them a chuckle made your blood boil, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“No, it’s just super fucking tiring to act like you don’t exist, when you’re the only person I want in my life,” Your words come out faster than you mean to, and you look at him with such a hopeful gaze that Eddie’s heart tightens, the last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

“Honey…” He whispers, before pulling your body to his again, “You have no fuckin’ idea how much I want that to happen, but—”

“But, what?” Your voice is irritated.

“But you know how the guys are, you know how annoying Gareth—” You immediately scoff at the name.

You had no idea when or why it happened. You had no idea what caused him to act this way toward you. But Eddie’s friends absolutely hated you. Especially Gareth. Jeff also did not like the fact that you were the head cheerleader, but Gareth almost had a vendetta against you, you had barely interacted with him, but the boy was out to get you.

You were fine with the kids, Dustin and Mike had adored you the second you protected them against Carver’s idea of a joke. Lucas, with his new place on the basketball team, understood you, granted he had no idea of what was happening between you and Eddie, but he knew you were Eddie’s friend, and he knew how hard Eddie’s friends have been on you.

And that is exactly why you and Eddie had decided to keep your relationship a secret that started a few months ago.

Eddie had doubts about what people would say about your relationship, and he couldn’t handle the fact that his friends would have a say in it, he wanted to keep you away from them, as long as possible.

And he assumed your popular friends wouldn’t be so keen on him, either.

So you agreed to keep the relationship a secret, but it was eating away at you now.

“It’s about him again, isn’t it?” You asked, shaking your head with a chuckle. “Four months and you can’t even dare to say I’m your girlfriend, because of fucking Gareth,” You spat out.

“It’s not just about that—Jesus, you think your cheerleader and jock friends would fuckin’ enjoy havin’ the freak around?” His tone was louder now and you hated it.

“I don’t care! I don’t give the slightest fuck what they would think about my boyfriend, it’s my business and they don’t fucking get a say in it, Eddie!” Your insecurities were on the surface now, even if Eddie couldn’t tell, you were hurt by him wanting to hide you away this much, caring more about Gareth who had this twisted game of trying to hurt you, and it made you feel like absolute shit like Eddie could care less about you.

“Don��t you think I fuckin’ know that? I do! But Gareth—” You scoffed interrupting him as you turned around to face him. “Fuck him!” Your voice raised in fury.

“Look, Eddie, if you don’t want this—” Your hand was quick to point between the two of you, “Just say the fucking word.”

“You’re twistin’ my fuckin’ words around,” His voice didn’t hold the confidence it did before, his eyes were washed over with guilt and worry, he couldn’t afford to lose you, and if he kept being a jackass, it looked like he was going to.

“You’re unbelievable,” He scoffed, “I’m unbelievable?” You quoted him, eyes narrowing again.

Eddie was on his last straws and he knew it, but he couldn’t get himself to back down, he couldn’t let you see the vulnerable side of him this soon, there was no way you would be able to stay with him, not when you saw how fragile he actually was.

“Yeah! You fuckin’ are, acting all insane and shit just because you felt jealous over some stupid girls—” And he stops there because the exasperation of breath that slipped past your lips is so loud that he realizes what he just said.

“Fuck you,” You say it so ironically and humorously, that Eddie likes to think this is one of those ironic ‘Fuck you’s you had uttered to him before, slightly nudging his side as you gave him a warm smile, but you’re nothing but cold now.

“If you think that’s what this is about then I have nothing to say to you,” Your voice was timid before you made your way to the door, Eddie’s faint mumbles of your name were just dizzying your mind when you felt the hot tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

And with that, Eddie spent the rest of the day either sulking or using other people as his anger outlet, he knew it wasn’t fair, but he couldn’t help it when you spent the rest of the day ignoring him, acting like he didn’t even exist, and it was killing him.

It got so much worse for him around lunchtime, his table was facing you, and his throat tightened, a lump forming at the fact that you didn’t even glance at him, not even turning your head toward his direction.

Eddie was fidgeting in his seat, he was itching to run over to your side, scream at the top of his lungs that you were his girlfriend, and kiss you, right in front of the entire school.

It was killing him, not being able to show you how much he fucking loved you. And his mind was now swirling with the idea that you finally realized how much of a loser he was, or that you finally realized how he didn’t deserve you, not in the slightest bit.

After one fucking conversation he had managed to push you away, and possibly manage to ruin one good fucking thing in his life, and he wanted to bang his head against the table while yelling out idiotidiotidiot!

Eddie knew he had to do something, as soon as possible, you were slipping away from his fingers, and he couldn’t handle losing you.

You were doing everything you can to avoid his gaze, no matter how much your head itched to cock in his direction.

Trying your best to stay unbothered as you attempted to laugh genuinely at the cheesy jokes Andy was providing the table with.

And Eddie’s blood was boiling, you seriously didn’t mean to make him jealous, but it didn’t matter to him, you were acknowledging everyone and specifically Andy right now but him, and it made Eddie’s jaw clench uncontrollably.

The banter going on at the table was unknown to him, but it made your skin crawl as if Gareth was saying some stupid shit about you again as if the entire table was mocking you, it was cruel, or at least it felt cruel to you.

That’s when your throat tightened up, your mind foggy as you could barely focus on anything but the chatter going on at Eddie’s table.

The cafeteria noises were pounding in your head now, jock’s table filled with the obnoxious laugh of Jason Carver, and you could even hear Robin blabbing something to Steve somewhere behind you. It was all a blur to you by now.

It surely had nothing to do with you but your mind and anxiety were enough to convince you that Gareth was making fun of you at the table. That little voice in your head there to tell you all the worst possibilities.

You barely noticed Eddie’s body burning off with rage when you were so focused on trying to hear what Gareth was saying, it shouldn’t have bothered you this much, but knowing how close he was to Eddie and how much he hated you… maybe it meant something.

Maybe Gareth knew that you were not good enough for Eddie, maybe you deserved it.

Maybe Gareth was right, maybe you were not right for Eddie, maybe he deserved to be with someone who liked his stupid D&D game, someone who didn’t conform, someone who wasn’t a coward, maybe someone who wasn’t a—

“Hey…”

“You okay?” Chrissy’s concerning voice caused your train of thought to disappear, at least pushing it back into your subconscious until you were ready to face your problems again.

“Mhmm,” You were quick to flash her with a smile, it wasn’t genuine and she probably knew it wasn’t genuine but, she stood silent as she didn’t want to put you on blast in front of everyone, giving you a tight-lipped smile and a reassuring squeeze in your arm, and you invited it in, cold demeanor changing within seconds.

And Eddie could sense it now, sitting across you, leaning in his chair like a storm isn’t brewing in his head, eyeing you carefully.

You slowly readjusted yourself, eyes quickly stealing a glance from Eddie’s table–but never at him.

And if he wasn’t watching he would’ve missed it, but he didn’t—hope inside of him blossoming like never before.

He was fidgeting to get out of his seat, run over to you, hands itching to hold you again, never to let go this time.

Your quick glance, instead of resulting in Eddie’s attention, brought Gareth’s unwarranted attention to you.

You felt uncomfortable in your seat now, you knew now your anxiety about him talking awfully about you to Eddie would be true now.

“She’s such a spoiled brat,” Gareth blurted out.

“Who are you talking about?” Jeff asked mindlessly, hands dipped into the fries he had been munching on.

“That stupid cheerleader,” Eddie’s head snapped at the mention of that, surely Gareth didn’t mean—Oh.

It was as if the rage building in within Eddie had snapped within seconds, thoughts in his head swirling, blaming Gareth for the fight.

“Watch it,” Eddie’s voice spoke before he turned his attention to Gareth, the table immediately quitening down.

“Excuse me?” Gareth questioned, taken aback, before Eddie cocked his head in his direction.

“Don’t fuckin’ talk about her,” His teeth were gritted, and your ears perked up at the rise in Eddie’s voice.

“The fuck are you on about?” Gareth replied back, the tension in the table was rising and Dustin was fidgeting im his seat by now.

“I’m telling you to keep your mouth shut when it comes to her, is that clear?” Eddie bounced from his seat, so quickly that he didn’t realize the entire cafeteria staring at him, including you.

Gareth gave him a confused chuckle, “I’m sorry?”

“Are you defending a cheerleader now or what? Have you forgotten how awful they have been to us?” He raised a brow.

“She didn’t do anything,” Eddie defended you like his life depended on it, he couldn’t believe how stupid he was being, for caring about Gareth’s half-witted input on you, like he ever actually had a conversation with you other than throwing insults to your way under his breath.

“So leave her alone,” It was more like a threat than anything else, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw the scene, Eddie not noticing your gaze, blinded by the rage.

Eddie was barely hanging by a thread, the way he leaned over the table eyes bulging out as he stood over Gareth, everyone could sense it.

A loud whoo’s from the jock’s table caused you to huff, before you knew it, Jason Carver was involved.

“Trouble in paradise?” He shouted, followed by the obnoxious laughter of his followers, they called Eddie the leader of a satanic cult but by the looks of it, Jason and his stupid little jocks fit the description more.

“Oh, shut it, Carver,” Your mouth opened before your mind could process it, heads turned toward you and you were afraid to look back up now.

The laughter from Jason’s table had died down, and you could feel plenty of eyes on you, but what mattered the most, you could feel Eddie’s burning gaze on you, the storm in his mind calming down with your tone.

Before you knew it everyone went into something else, Chrissy was quick to start a conversation and you could see from the corner of your eye that Dustin had probably took on the same job, spewing nonsense until the tension deviated.

Eddie had slumped into his seat now, thighs spread wide open while his leg fidgeted, his anger had dissipated—eyes trained on you again, it was so obvious now, even Chrissy was nudging you.

The conversation at the table was no longer interesting, he didn’t even attempt to care if Gareth was okay, you stood up to him in front of the entire school, so mindlessly that Eddie felt like a coward.

Guilt ran through his veins quicker than it intended to, Eddie knew he has been acting like an idiot, but you had opened his eyes further.

He knew he had to talk to you.

And once he saw you leaving the cafeteria alone, he knew it was now or never.

He barely waited right after you left, ignoring the voices from the table calling out for him as he waved them off, mumbling incoherently about how he had to take care of something.

You stopped when you heard his weighted footsteps, jogging after you as he called your name.

You were afraid to turn around, afraid to ask him what had happened that made him lash out at Gareth like that.

“I’m sorry,” were the first words that slipped past his almost trembling lips, his honey-brown eyes mellow.

“I said some really stupid things I shouldn’t have said,” were the words that followed, you could tell he meant it, ragged breath escaping with each word, he was nervous.

Your heart tightened in your chest, unable to open your mouth, you stared at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“I—I don’t need you to say anything,” He breathed again, and it’s not like you could get any words out now, they all died down in your throat.

“I just need you to trust me,” He murmured, calloused hands coming in contact with your shoulders as he held you steady, your legs feeling like jelly when he looked at you like that.

“W—with what?” You didn’t mean to stutter, but you couldn’t help it when he was standing this close to you, it didn’t matter if you had been dating for the last four months, you could tell something in him had changed, with the way he held you in public, your mind getting excited about the possibilities.

“I’m gonna fix this,” He pointed between the two of you, almost mimicking you from before.

“I’ll pick you up at 7, does that sound okay?” He gave you a warm smile, teeth flashing and dimples forming on the right side of his cheek, making you giggle immediately.

“O–okay,” You didn’t mean to sound so excited–almost desperate, but you could feel your insides twist with hope with each of his words, breaking down the guards you spent building up all these years.

He gave you a sloppy kiss on your cheek, his smile never wearing off, “See you after school, yea?” You nodded quickly, heat rising up on your cheeks.

By the time Eddie picked you up by your house, your chest tightened, the whole ride was more silent than usual, the stereo Eddie usually blasted now stayed as a background noise as you fidgeted in your seat.

“Are you ever gonna tell me where we are going? Or at least what we’re gonna do?” You asked curiously, head cocking to his side.

“So impatient,” He mocked, hands drumming on the steering wheel before he flashed you a smile.

“We’re almost there,” He announced, and the roads were becoming all too familiar to you now.

“Are we going to the trailer?” You asked excitedly, and Eddie threw you a look.

“You do know what surprises mean, don’t you?” He raised his brows and flashed a teasing smile, his eyes dancing with amusement.

You huffed playfully, crossing your arms against your chest.

“You do realize how cute you look when you get all mad like that?”

"Oh, stop it," you stammered, covering your face slightly with your hands, attempting to hide your embarrassment and the smile that threatened to betray you.

Eddie flashed a toothy-grin, dimples ever so present, you couldn't tear your eyes away from him, even if you wanted to.

Gaze lingered on his features longingly, as if trying to capture every detail in your memory. “Thank you for today,” He murmured, almost embarrassed, looking out on the road as his hands got clammy on the steering wheel.

You know exactly what he was thanking you for, but you still threw him a puzzled look.

“For standing up to Carver like that,” He adds, clearing his throat,

“I doubt you realize it Eddie but—”

“I think I’d pretty much do anything for you,” The words blurted out before you could process them, brain jumbled from everything that happened today.

A soft smile curved his lips as he watched you, eyes tracing every contour of your face with awe.

The rest of the ride was silent, as you kept your promise to not spoil the surprise, mind filled with various ideas as Eddie finally pulled up to his trailer.

"So... will you tell me the surprise now?" You asked, smile etching on your face as Eddie gave you a breathy laugh.

"Such an impatient baby, huh?" He mocked, nudging your shoulder playfully, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

As you caught up to him, he couldn't help but reach out to brush your hand with his fingertips, a subtle gesture of affection.

When he finally intertwined them, your heart raced, possibilities of whatever the surprise was overwhelming you as your palms grew sweaty with anxiety when you faced the daunting door to Eddie's trailer.

Eddie's fingers gripped the doorknob tightly, with a twist of the key in his hands, the lock mechanism turned, and he pushed the door open, revealing loud chattering coming from the room.

You got startled when Eddie fully opened the door, almost squealing when you saw all of the Hellfire Club squeezed into the living room, your eyes widening at Eddie's surprise.

It was silent before Gareth spoke up, “What kind of a sick joke is this supposed to be?” He chuckled bitterly, Eddie felt hot-blooded again.

“Is this why you defended her during lunch?” He chuckled, and your eyes widened at the revelation—so, that's why Eddie lashed out at lunch.

"Unfuckinbelievable," Gareth scoffed.

Eddie's jaw tightened, the muscles flexing with the strain of suppressing the overwhelming urge to lash out. “What the hell are you doing? Please tell me this is a new joke of yours called ‘I’m fucking the spoiled brat cheerleader to spite the jocks’.” Gareth spoke up, and turned around to Jeff and others for approval, but the rest of the guys just stood silent, he had crossed the line and everyone could sense it.

Your face soured at his comment, and you could feel Eddie’s grip on your hand tightened, he was getting fired up. “Goodbye, Gareth.” Eddie spoke calmly, much to your and everyone else’s surprise. Every movement he made was rigid, calculated, as if trying to contain the tempest of rage threatening to consume him.

Gareth turned to Eddie baffled, “What?” He scoffed, and Eddie gave a breathy chuckle before straightening up to collect himself. “Get out of my house.” Eddie spat with rage inside of him.

“You have a problem with, her, you leave.” You looked up at him softly as you gently squeezed his hand to let him know that it was okay, he didn’t need to make a scene, and he softened with your touch.

“Actually, if you have a problem with Y/N, you’re pretty much dead to me so just like…” He mocked a thinking face, “Evaporate or something, I don’t know.” A sarcastic smirk was plastered onto his lips now.

Everyone stood silent, causing Eddie to huff.

“That’s kind of a general invitation, if you don’t like my girlfriend then… just start heading toward the rectangle with the knob.” A wide smile spread across your face at him calling you 'his girlfriend', you leaned towards him almost, eager to soak in every word.

“Fuck you, Eddie,” Gareth spat out, Eddie rolled his tongue inside of his cheek at the comment, it looked like Gareth wasn't just going to go away silently, and Eddie wasn't sure if he could hold off the storm brewing inside of him if Gareth dared to talk about you again.

“Selling off your friends for a cheer slut—”

THUMP!

The sound that resonated in your ears before Gareth laid on the ground beneath you, it happened all so fast, Eddie's veins pulsating with the surging rage before his fists collided with Gareth's cheek.

Your mouth hung open, words trapped in your throat as your voice failed you in the face of disbelief.

Eddie cowered over him, the rest of the guys standing in shock as they tried to hold him back, they didn't need to, Eddie was done with Gareth.

“I told you to not fuckin' speak about her, was that not clear?” He spat out his words with seething anger. Gareth looked back at him with a groan.

“Then let this be a lesson for you.” He sneered.

It was all blurry, Gareth still groaning and mumbling under his breath as he left without a goodbye, the rest of the guys apologizing as they took care of Gareth, congratulating the two of you before he left to probably get that poor boy some ice.

“Well... I'd say that went pretty well?” A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes, and you giggled at Eddie's inability to defuse the tension in the room.

“'M so sorry...” You straightened your posture, lifting your head to meet Eddie's soft gaze.

“Are you kidding?” He asked, eyes glinting with admiration.

“I don't care about him,” He scoffed.

“He doesn't fucking get to talk about you like that, and he doesn't deserve to be in my life,” His firm stance and unwavering eye contact were signaling you that he meant every word he was saying, he got sick of Gareth's shit, that's why this had happened, not because of you.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, honey,” He muttered, pressing soft kisses into your hair, he was trying to relieve you of your guilt, telling you that this was all on Gareth.

He leaned slightly forward, subtly closing the distance between you and him. “Now see,” He muttered, “Why can't it just be like this?” He couldn't help but reach out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender as his fingers ached to touch you.

“Why do other people in the world have to exist, huh?” Every time he spoke to you, his voice took on a softer, almost more mellow tone, as if he was savoring the words to speak to you on his lips.

Your head tilted slightly with a giggle, eager to absorb every word he uttered. Each touch, each gaze you shared, sent an unwavering contentment through his entire being, more than you realized.

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