#eddie munson x reader fic
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A True Masterpiece
Eddie Munson x Reader
Warnings: 18+ MDNI - if you read this then I will come out from under your bed and haunt you for the rest of your lives. Unprotected p in v sex, semi-public sex, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, dirty words such as: ‘slut’, ‘princess’, ‘daddy, ‘cumslut’ and ‘fucktoy’ - Eddie is a nasty little fucker, dom!eddie x sub!reader, begging and taking Eddie’s virginity. If I’ve missed anything please let me know <3
Information: You and Eddie have been going strong now for a couple of weeks when you both decided that you can take it the next step of your relationship that leads to an awakening once you find yourself being pounded into by Eddie in the back of his van.
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You and Eddie Munson were the talk of the town ever since you both started dating each other, no one thought you were the other’s type but here you were proving everyone wrong. His friends never got enough of making fun of Eddie because of the amount of times they around make fun of him having a girlfriend that any of them would actually believed would happen in his lifetime.
Something about being with the man of your dreams felt different due to the fact that you weren’t a virgin and there was a rumor going around that you and Eddie had had sex yet - which was not true since you waited for the right moment to tell Eddie that you were ready to have sex with him.
The conversation of sex came up pretty often because of you knowing that Eddie was a virgin because he never would have thought that he could be able to pull someone as sexy as you to him, he was known quite clearly as the freak of Hawkins and that’s what drive you to him. The way that his curls always stuck to him whenever you saw him finish performing in the Hideout with the crowd going while to how he treated you like you were made to be a princess to which you had never felt like that way with a person before and Eddie was ticking all the right boxes.
Now here you were, in the back of Eddie’s van after a date on your back for him to give you oral for the first time ever - the occasion was special enough to get you motivated to shave a little so Eddie could experience more of you without your public hair getting in his way.
The erotic moans that left your mouth were making your spine shiver, never in your entire life has someone ever made you feel as good as Eddie did when his tongue grazed your clit; you threw your head back while your eyes rolled to the back of your head enjoying the sensation that was built up inside of you take fully control of how you felt and what you felt.
“Oh my god, fuck Eddie you feel so good sucking on my sore clit” you moaned out at him as you felt the speed of his tongue go at a faster pace to keep in time with the little moans and cusses that were leaving your mouth showing Eddie how much of a whore you were for him.
Eddie’s eyes were filled with pure lust as he stopped to take a minute before licking a strip of his saliva against your flaps to create more of a sensation on you to which you’ve never felt before in your life.
“Such a pretty pussy, m’ going to be stuffing her up soon with all my cum s’that she’s dripping down your leg with my cum.. d’you want me to do that to you princess?” Eddie practically looked at you when in reality, both of you knew what the answer was.
You had been waiting for this moment to come for a while and the nights you’d go home and masturbate yourself to the thought of Eddie’s fat length made you unable to speak. Instead it made you let out a groan as you heard what he initially wanted to do to you and your pussy - you knew that you wouldn’t be able to walk after Eddie was finished with you and you didn’t mind that.
It got to show everyone that you were Eddie’s and only Eddie’s, and that sort of possessive nature that you would find out that Eddie had was something that would get you turned on. Both of you made eye contact with one another and you saw from the corner of your eye; Eddie was unfastening his jeans so that his aching cock could spring out and give you the time of your life.
This gave you the perfect opportunity to play with yourself but then as soon as you started to touch yourself, going through your folds and moaning out Eddie’s name - he grabbed your hands and pinned them against your head so that you were his to use.
“Did I fucking say that you were allowed to touch yourself you cock slut?” The look in Eddie’s eyes turned you on even more than you already were as you struggled to find the words to tell him the answer to this question.
After a while, you got up the courage to spit out the words you deeply wanted to express.. “N-no daddy, you didn’t give me permission for me to touch myself and I’m sorry for doing that”
Eddie let out a laughs a to say that you didn’t mean the apology and it made you feel a bit stupid for how quickly he got you turned on. The thought of having sex in the back of Eddie’s van was filling you up with butterflies as well as some sort of excitement that was due to burst out at any moment now.
You could feel Eddie teasing you by rubbing his hardened cock against your soaking folds to your pussy as you wanted him to just shove himself in and out of you forever - you never got tired of Eddie and how he made you feel, sure, he did treat you like a princess in public but it was moments like these that made you crave how Eddie is really like in private.
Just you and him in the back of his van leading up to the tension of silence being popped by groans, moans, whimpers and begs while enjoying the view of Eddie pounding into you.
Meanwhile, without any sense of instructions by Eddie - you could feel his length fill the inside of your wet walls as he adjusted to the pressure of the way that your pussy felt, having him buried deep inside of you was heavenly and you crave for him even when you were both at high school because he was a good type of addiction that you were addicted to.
Being so caught up with your imagination you hadn’t even noticed that Eddie took himself out of you while he gave himself strokes to give himself pleasure, “oh what are we going to be doing with you my princess… you want to be daddy’s personalized cumslut where I’ll fuck my cum deep inside of you and you’re going to take it like the good girl we know you are”
The dominance in Eddie’s tone of voice made you let out a loud whimper because it meant that he had all the control over you but that’s what you liked when it came to you and your partner fucking because it opened more doors into discovering new kinks with him and trying out positions you never thought you’d think of until you met Eddie.
The pace that Eddie’s hips were going in was rough and fast mixed in with every odd occasion he’d stop to buck his hips so that he could hit your g-spit every once in a while. “Such a good good girl for me, moaning my name, no, you’re practically screaming who you belong to. I might just shoot my load into you straight away without letting you cum; I bet you’d love me to do that to you, huh baby?”
There was a smug smirk on his face that you so wish you could wipe off but you were so driven by passion and determination to make Eddie be the first to cum while you could feel yourself building up to the pressure of releasing all of your juices onto Eddie’s cock.
“Daddy! Daddy! Oh fuck please let me cum, please please please I’ll still be your good girl!!” You threw your head back as you continued to beg Eddie while he was balls deep inside of you and not caring who the fuck heard your pathetic little moans.
You got so impatient that you started to rub your clit to speed the process up and you could care less about Eddie trying his best to stop you because you were focused on having the best orgasm of your life. Eddie could feel that you were getting close and closer to your release because your pussy became higher around his cock like a vice and it made him want to cum inside of you since you ands him go feral half the time with your clothes and the way you acted around other people sent him crazy for you.
“That’s it, be my good cumslut and cum for Daddy, show him how good of a slut you are for him” His hips started to buck as he squeezed his eyes shut, shooting his warm load into your walls while letting out loud moans and cusses of how good you feel when it’s your turn to cum.
You could feel it coming and when you heard Eddie use the words ‘cumslut’ and ‘daddy’ sent you over the edge and for one in your life; you had managed to have the best orgasm you could ever imagine yourself to have, it made you breathless as Eddie slipped himself out of you while both of you were trying to catch your breaths after s rough night if sex in his van.
“I love you Y/N” Eddie muttered the words as he brought you close to him
“I love you more Eds, forever and always…”
You sighed happily as your boyfriend had just given you the best time of your life ever…
#stranger things fic#eddie munson x reader fic#eddie munson x reader smut#eddie x y/n#eddie x you#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x female reader smut#eddie munson smut
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corroded coffin groupie
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pairing eddie munson x fem!reader
summary reader has been coming back to Hawkins every tuesday to the hideout for two years just to see eddie munson's band
note this is pure filth. im sorry but everytime I see this man I am feral
Eddie Munson, the man every parent in Hawkins warned their daughters about. The freak with his long untamed hair and tattoos, his dnd club and beat up van that always had 'the devil's music' blaring. Y/N's own parents even advised that she steer clear of him while in school but something about him had always caught her eye.
Maybe that's why Y/N found herself here in the bar where his band played, always her in stool by the bar almost every Tuesday at 9 'o clock on the dot for nearly two years and never failing to buzz with excitement from watching Eddie play so passionately.
Y/N sipped her cheap beer, bouncing her leg in anticipation until she was startled by a man plopping down in the stood beside hers. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the very same head of hair she'd been dreaming about and much to Y/N's embarrassment, she choked on her beer when she noticed it was Eddie, which made him jump a little and hesitantly pat her back. "Hey, you okay?"
Y/N's eyes widened and waved him off, coughing in her fist before nodding. "Yeah, yeah just went down the wrong pipe." After she got her breathing under control, Y/N held out her hand to him, "Y/N." He smirked at her and took it, "Eddie."
The feeling of his rings against her hand made her mind think about how'd they feel against her neck, but she squashed that thought down as soon as they pulled away.
Eddie smiled at her once again before flagging down the bartender, "Another one for her, and beer for me."
The bartender nodded and turned to get two beers before setting them down in front of the pair. Eddie grabbed his and tilted it towards Y/N. "Thanks," She said hiding the smile by continuing to sip her beer.
"Aren't you supposed to play tonight?" Y/N asked, she was a little bit tipsy already and she was fueled by new found courage. Plus Eddie had never really talk to her before so Y/N was going to take advantage of this moment.
"Unfortunately, our idiot drummer broke his leg so no show tonight." Eddie huffed before taking a gulp of beer. He turned to her and noticed that Y/N looked familiar, he had seen her at The Hideout a lot. "You come here often?"
Y/N shrugged with a smile, "Sometimes, I happen to like the music." She couldn't help the way her cheeks flushed when Eddie raised his eyebrows and turned to face her, "Well shit, I hate that you couldn't hear us tonight." Y/N pouted playfully before he leaned in closer. "Maybe you could come back to mine and I could, you know play you something?"
The way Eddie's breath tickled Y/N's neck made her stomach knot in arousal. Suddenly his hand was on her back in a much more sensual way, and his eyes were shamelessly staring her up and down.
Y/N bit her lip, chugging the last bit of her beer before placing her hand on his knee and squeezing, "Let's go hot shot."
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"So, this is my castle." Eddie said after opening the van door for Y/N. Once she stepped out he held out his hand for her to take, which she did and they walked up the small porch together.
Eddie opened the door for her, inviting her in with a hand low on her back. Once inside, Eddie led her back to his room where she sat on his bed and watched him take a pretty sick looking guitar off the wall.
"Any special requests sweetheart?"
Y/N pretended to think for a moment, lying down on his bed on her side with her head in her hand. Her position made the dress she wore hike up around her thighs and Eddie couldn't help but notice how good they looked.
"Um Gypsy, Dio." She muttered, laughing at the way Eddie's face broke into a wide smile as he shook his head and began strumming, "Jesus, who are you and where have you been all my life?" Y/N simply shrugged, "Around."
She watched Eddie's fingers skillfully play and, like every time she watched him play, her body buzzed. Maybe it was the beers she had had earlier or maybe it was being so close to him now, but her arousal kept coming in waves with almost every line he had sang and she was certain her panties showed evidence of that.
Y/N played with the hem of her dress, knowing Eddie's eyes were glued to her movements, before her fingers danced between her thighs. Eddie had stopped playing now, sliding off his guitar to set it down and was now sporting a semi in his jeans.
"You know," She moaned out, opening her legs so she could get better access to her soaked pussy. "I've been coming to the, ugh!" She interrupted herself, pushing her panties aside and crying out after sliding her middle finger inside her seeping hole.
Eddie groaned at the pretty noises Y/N was making and started to palm his erection through his pants as she continued, "T-The Hideout for two, god, two years just to watch you."
Y/N turned so she was on her back with her legs spread obscenely wide and back arching off the bed whiles she played with her own throbbing clit. Her whimpers fueled Eddie on to pull his cock out and pump it slowly. "I know, I've seen you there in your little fucking dresses. Just hoping to get my attention huh princess?"
The sight of his cock made Y/N drool, she needed to feel the wait if it on her tongue like it was life and death. Y/N rolled over on her stomach and crawled over until she could smell Eddie's own arousal. He wasted no time as he gripped her hair, causing her to moan and open her mouth, inviting his delicious cock in.
"Need my dick so bad, don't you sweetheart?"
Eddie teased, tapping his leaking tip against her tongue before sliding it between Y/N's red lips. Watching her so eagerly accept his cock made Eddie so unbelievably horny that he really did start to question whether or not she fell from heaven just to find him.
With his hand still gripping her hair, he bobbed her head to meet his thrust until he was sure he was fixing to blow his load down her throat. Eddie didn't want to, not yet he had to have her, had to feel her pussy around him.
Eddie pulled her off, making her whine but he shushed her and helped her to her feet. He held her face in his hands, pressing their sweaty foreheads together and groaning as she wrapped her soft gentle fingers around him. "Need to feel your cunt around me. 's that okay?"
Y/N nodded and Eddie kissed her with all teeth an tongue, desperate for her body before they both fell back on the bed with him on top of her. She pulled the bottom of his shirt up, breaking their fever kiss for a split second and allowing him to take it off and throw it somewhere.
The next thing to go was her dress, Eddie's hands raked up her thighs and roughly pulled it off and shamelessly stared in awe at her almost naked frame. Y/N's face flushed red at his eyes, and her shakey hands reached behind her to unclasp her bra before Eddie hurried to slid it off.
His hands flew to her tits, pinching her nipples as their lips locked once again. Y/N gasped into his mouth when she felt his cock grinding against her still clothed core. "God, please." She mumbled against his lips and sliding her fingers through his belt loops, "Please Eddie."
Eddie only moved his lips down to attach themselves to a sensitive spot on Y/N's neck before pushing his pants down and all but tearing her panties off before tossing her right leg over his shoulder.
"Keeping these for later." Eddie smirked with her panties in his hands and grabbing hers, holding them above her head as he slid inside her warm wet entrance.
Y/N cried out so loud Eddie was positive someone would complain tomorrow about his indiscretions, but right now his mind was clouded with her sweet pussy. He set a rough pace and nearly creamed right there when Y/N arched her back and cried out his name.
Eddie never wanted to hear anyone else say his name ever again, just Y/N screaming it to the roof tops much like she was doing now. He knew he wouldn't last long, her smell, her body, her voice was all too much for him and then she got one of her hands free and yanked his hair roughly.
"Shit Y/N," Eddie did not expect for that to feel as good as it did. "Do that again and shit, I'll be putty in your hands sweet cheeks."
Y/N did in fact keep pulling his hair, and squeezing around his cock almost every time he thrusted into her until her vision when white and she yanked Eddie's head back, creaming on his dick. Eddie came not too long after seeing Y/N's completely fucked out face, pulling out and burying his face in her neck as he jizzed on her stomach.
The two laid together for a second, catching their breath until Eddie leaned up to kiss her again, "Jesus, you," He smirked down at her, "Are the literal woman of my wet dreams." Y/N giggled and wrapped her arms around him neck, "I would say the same thing about you hot shot."
They lazily made out for a few more minutes until Y/N noticed the jizz drying on her stomach. "Shit, do you mind if I shower?" She almost felt stupid for asking, but Eddie's contagious smile reassured her. "As long as you don't mind me joining you."
Y/N couldn't help but laugh, "Fine, as long as you promise me another song?" Eddie jumped up, offering a hand to her as he bowed. "You got it 'mlady."
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sleeping with eddie munson?,, not smut just like actual sleeping lol
eddie munson ; sleeping headcanons
genre : fluff
pairing : eddie munson x gender neutral reader
disclaimer : none
author's note : thank you so much for the request anon! i apologize since this is so short compared to my other works but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy. :)
⋆ sleeping with eddie munson is the most comforting feeling in the entire world but also uncomfortable in a way?
⋆ this man is a literal manchild. he cannot sleep unless he's holding or clutching onto something, which is when you come into play. he'll be holding onto your waist and pulling you close to him the entire night.
⋆ you literally can't get out of his death grip without making this man up. he's such a light sleeper, he wakes up to any literal sudden movement or sound. if you wake him up, he literally can't go back to sleep for a few more hours. so good luck if you want to take a piss in the middle of the night. 😭
⋆ so you basically have to be stiff as a board sleeping with him. maybe your leg will go sore and you desperately need air but it's okay, anything for eddie munson 🤞.
⋆ if your back is facing back, he'll be giving you lots of kisses at the back of your head. especially if you're sleeping, his kisses are more apparent once you're unconscious. he'd also kiss the sides of your cheek whenever he pleases and your neck, god protect your neck from this man. he'll be giving you a lot of neck kisses because he knows you're easily ticklish. maybe tease you a bit by sucking on your neck for awhile. totally would be the type to nuzzle his nose on your neck as well, just inhaling your scent calms him.
⋆ if you both are having trouble sleeping, honestly just draw circles on his skin. it helps him feel tired having your skin on him in a loop. but most nights when you both are struggling, you guys will both be on the bed staring at the dark ceiling talking about whatever until one of you drift off. it can be hours and hours of talking about some deep shit or stupid gossip. eddie always finds a place to crack some jokes in every now and then as well.
⋆ eddie tells you "i love you" every night. it's like if he doesn't tell you that before sleeping, he just can't. it's technically a routine for him at this point, he feels weird if he doesn't tell you he loves you every night. maybe his voice will be a bit slurred and woozy but he always make sure his words are clear (in a way or trying his best😭). he's the most vulnerable at night.
⋆ eddie is surprisingly an early riser. he's always the one to be awake every morning. however, he won't go anywhere but just stay in bed before you wake up. even if he's going to run late for school, he's like "nah nah my s/o is more important." would give you morning kisses but tease you for it, however if you become self conscious because of his comments, he'll make it up to you by giving you more morning kisses. the thought he made you insecure by his own comments breaks his heart, he doesn't want to hurt you.
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A Cut Above The Rest
Mechanic!Eddie x Fem!Hairdresser!Reader
Saving All My Love For You (Part 8)
Summary:Following the events at Steve's Halloween party, Eddie takes you back to his place for a bit of peace and quiet.
Word Count:1, 883
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You make your goodbyes, letting Robin know that Eddie’s taking you home. Profusely apologising about the way the evening had gone, and graciously thanking Steve for dealing with Jacob.
"No, no you don’t have to apologise, it wasn’t your fault.” Steve comforts you. “..And you won't have to worry about him for a long time." Steve reassures you with a calming hand on your shoulder. "Police chief Hopper owes me a favour anyway."
You wipe away the wet tear streak that had fallen down your cheek, smiling with nod as you thank Steve once more.
“Hey,” Eddie says softly, laying a soft touch to your shoulder. “You ready to go?”
“Yes, please.” you nod.
You find yourself cruising down the road, sitting beside Eddie in his van, when suddenly you remember that Robin was the one with the keys to the apartment. You hadn't yet had your own copy of her keys, cursing yourself for forgetting that fact.
“Hey, hey, don’t worry, if you want, I can drive you back to my place?” Eddie offers sweetly.
“No, no, I wouldn’t want to impose on you, I mean; I’ve already torn you away from the party, you shouldn’t have to also deal with me unloading all my baggage on you like this." You sigh, running a hand through your hair.
"You would never be imposing, not with me, and it's not baggage, it's just your past. Everyone's got a story, everyone’s got their own shit to deal with, and you don’t have to go through it alone, y’know, I’ll be there to hold your hand, if you want me that is.” he tells you. “You’re coming home with me, plus it’d make me feel a lot better to know that you were somewhere safe.” he admits, driving past Robin’s apartment, and towards his home.
“Thanks Eddie, that’s really sweet of you to say.” You smile, despite the few tears that threaten to spill from your eyes.
“Hey hey..no more of that..okay?” He says softly. “How about we put on some music, yeah?”
“I’d like that, please.”
Eddie reaches down into the little collection of cassette tapes that he keeps by the van’s gearshift, his eyes never leaving the road as he pops the tape into the van’s cassette player.
“How do you know which tape you’re even putting in there?” you ask him
“Oh, I know which one it is, trust me.” he replies with an air of confidence.
The slow start of Whitney Houston’s Saving All My Love For You pours out from the speakers. Did he just know that this was your favourite song? Or was he purposely trying to impress you?
Though I've tried to resist being last on your list
But no other man's gonna do
So I'm saving all my love for you.
“You know, I didn’t have Eddie Munson, Hawkins’ resident metal-head, down as a secret Whitney Houston fan.” you lightly tease.
“I’ve come to develop an admiration of her music ever since a certain someone I know gave me this very mix-tape with this song on it in high school.” he tells you, his brown eyes sparkling as they flicked over to you.
“Wait..you’re telling me that this is the mixtape I gave you in ‘85? You still have it after all this time?” You stutter.
Ten years ago you worked up the courage enough to give the cute, fuzzy-haired metal-head in your English class a mix-tape, you would never have imagined that he would still be holding on to it all these years later.
“What can I say? When the prettiest girl in all of the school takes the time to give me a carefully selected mixtape, I take that very seriously.” He explains. “Y’know, I was going to ask you to come see us play in The Hideout when you came up to me that day, but I chickened out. Nerves got the better of me I guess.”
“I always thought you were cute, Eddie. Even back in high school.” you shyly admit to him as you lay your hand over his where it rests on the gearshift of his van. "I'd have gone anywhere with you."
It didn’t take very long before Eddie was pulling into the driveway of Forest Hills trailer park, his van rolling to a slow stop beside a small trailer on the edge of the park.
He rushes around to your side of the van to open the door for you, taking you by the hand to ease you out of your seat and lead you towards the quaint trailer.
“I’m sorry it’s nothing compared to Harrington’s palace, but it’s humble and it’s home.” he tells you, holding the trailer’s door open for you.
"Eddie, you don’t have to apologise for where you live. It’s a very nice home.” you tell him as you follow in behind him.
"Yeah I moved out of the old trailer into this one, to give my uncle a bit of space, whilst still being close enough if he needs me for anything."
You look around the space in which you find yourself, it’s modestly decorated, nothing too fancy or particularly garish. You find yourself drawn to the few small figurines that sit on a shelf in his living room.
“Painted them myself.” he smiles proudly, nodding towards the figures. “They’re for D&D.”
“Oh yeah, I remember, you used to be the head of the school’s dungeons and dragons club.”
“Yeah, Hellfire was my baby.” He laughs a little at the memory. “I never did get you to sign my yearbook, did I?”
“I could do it now, for you, if you like?” you offer shyly.
“Really?”
“Yeah come on, it could be fun, I could write some silly little message in there for you!”
“Alright then, just give me a minute, let me see if I can find it, and let me give you something a little more comfortable to wear, Morticia.” he says, his eyes raking over the way the clingy velvet material of your dress hugs your curves. "You gonna be alright for a while?" He checks in with you.
"Yeah I'll be fine, take your time."
You sit with yourself a minute before you hear Eddie stumbling back into the room. He’s already changed out of his pirate costume, although you can still see a faint smudge of black liner under his lashes where he’s tried to clean his face. He’s wearing a faded Black Sabbath t-shirt and a pair of loose fitting black and red plaid pyjama pants.
“Here, you can get changed into these, hopefully you should be more comfortable.” he says, throwing a bundle of clothes your way. “Bathroom’s down there and the left.” he says pointing down the hall.
“Thanks Ed.” you smile gratefully.
You take the bundle of clothes and make your way into the bathroom to change.
You wrangle yourself out of the tight constraints of your Halloween costume, and slip into the warm comfort of the baggy Metallica t-shirt and chequered boxers, and clean your face of the makeup you'd been wearing as best you can, before making your way back into the living room where Eddie is.
"Hey! I found my old yearbook!" He cheers, before turning his head around to see you dressed in his clothes. His heart is caught in his throat as he sees you. You look so adorable like this, so much so that Eddie couldn't help but let his mind wander to the thought of what if it was always like this. He suddenly saw his whole life ahead of him, and there wasn't a single moment without you in it. His girl.
Just like two people who always belonged together.
"Is this seat taken?" You chuckle, nodding to the empty space on the couch.
“It’s all yours.” He smiles back at you, allowing you to plop down next to him.
Eddie thumbs open the yearbook on his lap.
“Class of ‘86, huh? What a year that was!” He chuckles reminiscently.
“..And look at that..” you start, pointing your finger to the little picture of Eddie in his yearbook. “..Voted most likely to become a rockstar!” you smile.
“Well I’m not a rockstar yet, Sweetheart.” He chimes.
You suppress the urge to break into a beaming grin at the way the affectionate pet name so easily fell from his lips.
“Key word being ‘yet’, you’ll get there soon, and when you do, I’ll be right there, in the crowd, cheering you on!” you tell him as you lean your shoulder into his.
Eddie preens under your praises, with a pink flush spreading out from his cheeks. Your words warming his heart from the inside out.
You reach your hand out to the side table next to you, where a box of pens stand next to a rotary phone and a stack of post-it notes.
“May I?” you ask, pen-in-hand, nodding towards his yearbook. “You did say I never got the chance to sign it.”
Eddie hands over the book to you, watching you as you carefully scribble a message on the back pages of his book before closing it shut and handing it back to him.
He takes the book from you before going to open it up to read your message only for your hands to reach out and stop him in his tracks.
“No! You can’t read it now! You’ve gotta read it when I’m not here!”
“Alright, I’ll save it for later.” He nods.
You suddenly feel a wave of tiredness come over you as you try your best to stifle a yawn behind your hand. The dramatics at Steve's party were now starting to take its toll on you.
"You feeling sleepy?" Eddie asks, as he feels you leaning into him a bit more than you were before.
You mumble a quiet "yes" with a subtle nod of your head.
"Come on, you can sleep in my bed tonight." Eddie says, and before you can even protest he's helping you into the warmth of his bed's blankets, hushing your worries about being an imposition.
“I told you, you’re not imposing, I’m offering.” He assures you as he leaves you to get comfortable in his room, before going to make up the couch for him to sleep on.
“Eddie, where are you going?” You call out to him before he can leave.
“I was gonna give you some space, sleep on the couch.” he explains.
“Eddie..” you sigh. “This is your bed, you should get to sleep in it too. There’s plenty of room for two people.” you say as you open up the sheets for him to get under.
He makes his way over to you, slotting himself next to you under the warmth of his duvet.
You tentatively snuggle yourself into him, your arms wrapping around his middle.
“Is this okay?” you ask, glad of the darkness flooding in from his window to hide the heat of your embarrassment.
Eddie wastes no time in doing the same, by wrapping his arms around you to bring you close to him.
“Sweetheart, It’s more than okay.” He smiles, laying a sweet kiss to the crown of your head. “Now get some sleep, and I’ll be here for you in the morning.”
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Two Sides of the Coin | Steve Harrington x reader x Eddie Munson
Summary: You’re in love with two boys who were completely the opposite, but also had one thing in common; both were in love with the same girl. How would you choose?
A/N: this is not no threesome fic. This is wholeheartedly about you falling in love with both boys and how you have to make the difficult decision on who to chose. oh man I have read this over and over. I love this fic so much and I hope you do too.
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Steve Harrington was the boy next door. Literally. He lived next door and you two had grown up together, going through middle school glued to each other’s hips and eventually ended on different sides of the street during high school. isn’t that how it usually works out?
He went the jock route and you found yourself as a quiet outcast, keeping to yourself. Even though you ended up on different paths, you two didn’t stop being friends in your own way. And even though Steve was a part of the jocks, they all knew you were off limits, no matter the reason.
You were Steve Harrington’s girl and every single person in the school knew it.
Growing up, you two were inseparable. You two rode bikes down the street together, shared ice cream on the hot summer days. You two camped out in your back yard searching for shooting stars. You’d even gone on vacation with the Harrington family on multiple occasions. Your mom considered Steve her son and his mom invited you to the family Christmases. It was only inevitable; how could you two not fall in love?
It had happened when you two were 16 at the annual summer camp out, laying together in the grass on a red blanket. There was always the longing for each other, the lingering touches. Steve sometimes would get bashful as he tried to compliment you and you’d be the same bashful mess as you accepted them.
It was like the standard romantic movie, you two subconsciously inched closer to each other, both of your hearts pounding against your chest. Steve was thinking, “I’m going to kiss her,” and you were wishing he would.
Both your hands touched, you two stared into each other’s eyes and soon his lips were on yours, his hand on your cheek, your fingers in his hair. He’d situated himself in between your legs and... dot dot dot.
He was your first and you were his. And when his friends found out Steve lost his V card, they managed to squeeze out who, the details about how it went down and well, everything about you in your most intimate moment; a moment that should have stayed between you and Steve.
You were humiliated by 3rd period on the first day of school; labeled immediately as a slut, whore, etc. The girls who’d been after Steve for years, envious it had been you.
You bursted out of the school in tears and Steve was hot on your heels, apologizing profusely. He didn’t mean for them to spread the rumors or what he’d told them.
He felt popular as he told the story of losing his v card over the summer, the boys looking up to him as a god. It was a power hunger moment.
“Do you even hear what they are calling me now!” You pointed to the school, some had gathered at the door to watch the two of you. You were sobbing, unable to control your emotions and your heart breaking into a million pieces there on the sidewalk in front of the school, “Some guy just came up to me and asked if I’d show him what was up my skirt since I showed you!” You cried out in humiliation.
His heart ached; He’d done this to you, this was all his fault and he knew you’d never forgive him. Losing him is what scared him the most. “Y/n,” He reached for you, wanting to comfort you, to wipe your tears. He wanted this to go away, to turn back time, but he knew there was no going back. The damage was done.
You stepped back from him, like his touch would have burned your skin. He was now a stranger as he stood across from you, “Don’t! Don’t you dare. I never want to see or speak to you again Steve Harrington.”
You could see the tears welling in his brown eyes. Any other moment you would have comforted him, but now it angered you. How dare he cry? He was the reason this was happening!
“Please, don’t do this.” His voice cracked and he reached out for you once more. One last plea.
You turned your back on him and never spoke to him since.
There were small greetings, like a nod, a wave, if you met in the halls or out in your driveways, but that was it. An almost 7 year friendship over in only 3 hours.
Steve had found out which of his so-called friends had spread the news and he’d beat the guy into a blubbering apologetic mess. He warned the next person who spoke an ill word about you would be next.
You and Steve were forgotten by the end of the week, another couple becoming the talk of the school.
Even after you’d heard what he did, you still wouldn’t speak to him. He’d shared something so intimate, so special to public ears and you felt betrayed and mortified. The person you’d come to trust and love and the person you shared this connection with the rest of your life became a memory and a stranger.
~
Eddie Munson was the one who picked up your broken pieces off the sidewalk and gingerly placed them back together. You’d been reading the Hobbit as you ate your lunch when he’d approached in all his glory.
“ “There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but is it not always quite the something you were after.” “ (J.R.R. Tolkien, the Hobbit)
He was the last person you’d expected to see standing across the table and quoting the Hobbit at that. His fingers fiddled nervously with his long hair and his pink lips curved into a tiny smile, “Too cheesy?”
“Quoting the book the girl you want to talk too is reading?” He takes a seat on the stool across from you.
You let out a soft laugh, gently closing your bookmarked page, “No.. it’s actually genius.”
He grimaced, “it was cheesy.”
You laugh and nod in agreement, “Definitely.”
He chuckles, hanging his head for a moment, peeking at you from under his bangs, “Eddie Munson.” His hand shot out to you.
“Y/n Y/L/N.” You shake his in return, “But I do know who you are, you didn’t have to introduce yourself.”
He places his hand over his heart, “You know me? Little ole me?”
“Yes,” You laugh, “How could someone not know you! You’re the leader of Hellfire…” Your eyebrows crease in thought, “You’re also in the band..” You snap your fingers, trying to yield the name to come to you.
He’s smile never faltered as he stared at you; you knew who he was. “Corroded Coffin.”
“Corroded Coffin!” You point at him, “yes!”
The two of you talked for a moment about the Hobbit, where you were in the book, if you liked it so far but the bell rang, cutting the conversation short.
He invited you to come watch him play the next day, adding, “No pressure though.” He stood from the table, mimicking your motion.
You hung your bag over your shoulder and shrugged, “I don’t have anything tomorrow. Maybe I’ll stop by.”
He rounded the table, grabbing your tray for you, “Really?” He asked, unbelieving. You would say this but he knew, there was a chance you wouldn’t show.
You made your way to the exit as he followed, “Don’t get too excited.” You pointed a finger at him, a teasing tone, “I said maybe.”
He chuckles, tossing your tray, “Got it.”
As the two of you made your way out of the door, Steve bumped directly into you. It was an awkward moment as you stared at him, Eddie glancing between the two of you and Steve doing it to you and Eddie.
“Sorry.” Steve apologizes, stepping back and holding out his arm for you to walk ahead.
You step forward and Eddie follows but Steve places a hand on his shoulder to stop him, leaning forward, “She’s not available. You got it?”
Eddie knows, or he’d heard what had happened between you and Steve from others. He knew Steve was only trying to intimidate him and decided to humor him, “Sure, man.”
Eddie meant to catch up with you, but you’d already disappeared into the crowd toward your next class.
~
You hated yourself for still having a sliver of feelings toward Steve. It was this tiny piece, a tiny bomb waiting to explode. Deep down you knew there was a part of you that would always love him. Even if you moved on to another, you two shared such a strong and intimate connection. He would always be the first boy you loved and would always be the first person you’d given yourself too.
He would always be waiting in the back of your mind.
The first time you’d seen him and Nancy together broke you. You’d left the room in tears and cried in the large bathroom stall. After you’d calmed down, you hated yourself for letting that emotion get to you. He didn’t deserve that from you, but it hurt because he and Nancy were what you and he could have been.
As you stood in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection, you told yourself to forget about him. He’d moved on and so would you. You heard the familiar beat of Steve’s favorite song and roll your eyes, pushing your curtains aside to see him waxing his 80s BMW. This was probably the 3rd time he’d done it this week. However, this time he was doing it shirtless.
You found yourself subconsciously staring, tilting your head as you scanned is bare skin, when had he..
You scoffed, shaking your head and closing the curtains. No, stop. You checked your outfit once more, perfect for going to listen to Eddie’s band. You bounded down the stairs, bidding goodbye to your parents with a kiss on the cheek. They asked where you were going.
“To listen to Eddie Munson’s band!”
“Oh fun!” Your mom comments from the kitchen, “Please be careful and be home by 9.”
“10?” you bargain with a grin.
Your mom sighs, looking to your father who’s lounging in his chair in front of the TV, “let her stay out until 10. What’s one hour?”
“Fine, 10.” You mom says, pointing a finger at you, “no later!”
“Yes ma’am.” You kiss her on the cheek once more before exiting the house.
As you make your way down your walkway to your car you hear Steve call out to you. You glance over your shoulder to see him jogging toward you, “y/n.”
“What?” You ask with an irritable sigh, facing him.
He throws the rag over his shoulder, hands on his hips, “How are you?”
“Seriously, Steve?” You narrow your eyes at him and open the door, “That’s what you’re going to ask? We haven’t spoken in almost 2 years and that’s-”
“Okay okay, I’m sorry.” He stops you from getting into your car with a hand on the hood of the car in front of you, sandwiching you between him and your car door.
“I’m on my way out and I’m already late.” You toss your purse in the passenger side, crossing your arms over your chest.
You can see his eyes dance over you. God, how had you managed to only grow more beautiful? Cut it out, he tells himself. He finally says, “You look.. beautiful.”
You were caught off guard with only a few words you felt like you were 16 again.
He wanted to catch you off guard and once his mission was complete, he gave a smile, fighting the urge to move the piece of hair off your forehead. He drops his arm and steps back, “You know my mom is always asking me about you.” He runs a hand through his long hair and takes another few steps, “She’s really missing your peanut butter cookies..” He then fully turns around and walks back to his car like he hadn’t thrown you for a complete loop.
You felt like you were in a fog as you drove to Eddie’s show. You couldn’t even remember if you’d stopped at a red light. How could Steve still have that effect on you?
The parking lot at the Hideout wasn’t as packed as you thought it would be, especially since you were already 20 mins late to his show. You quickly headed in, the music thumping in your ears as soon as you entered the building.
You spotted the band on stage, Eddie working miracles on his guitar. He looked so content, so happy. You bit your lip in a smile, finding seat at a table against the wall.
He’d seen you walk in and immediately missed a note, which was noticeable by his band mates who gave him a stern look. He gave them an apologetic shrug, mouthing sorry and getting grounded once more.
You’d actually shown up and here you were, sitting pretty on one of the stools, nodding your head to the beat of a song you’d probably never even heard of. His eyes met yours and your face lit up in a smile, you gave a quick wave.
He returned the smile, stepping forward for his solo to end the song.
There were a few claps in the crowd, but yours stood out as you cheered, “Woo!” and clapping the loudest out of the audience.
He quickly sets his guitar on the stand and jumps off stage, heading your way.
“you guys were amazing!”
“Oh gosh,” He waves you off, “We’re decent.” He takes the seat across from you, sweat on his temples.
You slide your drink toward him, knowing he needed it more than you, “Your solo at the end was killer.”
“thank you,” He’s grateful and sips generously on the coke, “I can’t believe you came!” He says with a smile, extending his arms out toward you, like you were a queen on a thrown.
“I told you I might stop by.” You say with a shrug.
He glances at the stage, probably only a few more minutes left in the break, “It’s pretty great looking out from the stage and seeing the most beautiful girl in Hawkins nodding to your music.”
“Oh goodness, I don’t know about the most beautiful, there’s plenty of girls in Hawkins.” You wave him off crossing your leg over the other. “And they are all for sure prettier than little me!”
“Eddie, let’s go!” His band mates call out to him.
“Yeah yea okay, one sec!” He calls over his shoulder, turning his attention back to you.
“You better go!” You motion with your hands, “you have fans waiting for you.”
He raises his eyebrows, looking around the place, “Um, where?”
“Eddie!”
“Yeah yeah, okay!” He hops off the stool, “You’ll be here after this next set, right? You’re not going to sneak out?”
“I will be here,” You reassure him and he grins and starts toward the stage but turns around, “I have one question I just have to know.” He gently bangs his hand on the table, “Do you even know any of the songs we’re playing?”
You bite your lip with a smile, shaking your head, “I have absolutely no idea.”
He lets out a belly laugh, making you laugh, “god you’re killing me.” He starts back to the stage, “Killing me woman!”
As he hops onto stage, he places the guitar over his shoulder, him and his band mates in a conference. They disagree with what he’s telling them, “it’s just one song.” He tells them. “One song for this one night.” They visibly groan but nod, taking their places.
He steps to the front, lips close to the mic, “Okay this next song is dedicated to the, and I mean THE most beautiful girl in Hawkins.” He winks at you with a smile.
You roll your eyes at him. Show off.
You recognize the instrumental opening immediately and your jaw dropped. This wasn’t what the band plays. It wasn’t their type of music at all. But this, it was what you listened to on repeat for hours, blaring through the speakers as you danced through your bedroom. And Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin just dedicated the song to you. There was no way he would sing-
“There’s a boy, I know, he’s the one I dream of-”
You threw your head back in a laugh, shaking your head, this couldn’t be happening. “Stop it!”
“oh, I lose control, can’t seem to get enough, uh-huh-” He wanted to keep the smile on your face forever and if it meant his metal band would play Whitney Houston, then by damned he’d do it.
You danced your way to the front, happily singing along. You and Eddie locked eyes and he smiled as he sang the chorus, “How will I know! How will I know if she really loves me!”
You sang happily along, hand over your chest as your hips swayed to the music. It was the best moment of your life and the moment your heart, the heart you kept guarded and locked away from any betrayers, opened for Eddie Munson.
~
You were thrown for a loop as you boxed up the peanut butter cookies. You reminded yourself, you didn’t make these for Steve, they were for Mrs. Harrington. She did love your peanut butter cookies.
“These are for Mrs Harrington,” You mumbled under your breath as you walked across your lawn and up the stairs to Steve’s house. Before, you would have just waltzed in, so it felt weird to knock. Did they even have a doorbell?
Steve jumped up from the couch, peeking outside to see you. He shook his hair out, smoothing it back with his fingers and opened the door, “Hey!”
You pushed the box toward him, “Peanut Butter Cookies for your mom.” You wanted to be quick and get the heck up out of here.
“Thank you.” He opened the box and took a bite of the soft gooey goodness, “Oh man,” He moaned, “and they’re fresh out of the oven.” He moaned again at another bite, “I forgot how much I missed them.”
You tilted your head at him, “Those are supposed to be for your mom. You said she missed them.”
He smiles sheepishly at you, “Would you have made them if I told you I missed them?”
“Steve!”
“I’m sorry,” He groans, closing the cookie box, “I’ve been craving them. I even tried to get Mrs. Wheeler- ” He catches himself and sees the look on your face at the mention of Wheeler.
“Tell your mom I said Hi.” You turn to leave.
“No wait!” He gently grabs your arm and forces you to face him, “Please, I’m sorry.” His shoulders sag, “You know you make the best… No one can reciprocate your recipe. You know how that turned out.”
You let out a small laugh at the memory when his mother tried to make the cookies using your recipe, but they turned out god awful. They turned hard and you would have broke a tooth trying to bite into them.
He chuckles, “We couldn’t even bite into the suckers!”
The laughter dies down as the moment is over, “I should get back, I need to clean up the kitchen.”
He holds the box up to you, his eyes are soft, “Can’t you come in for some milk and cookies?”
“Steve..”
“It’s just milk and cookies. I’ll even sit on the far end of the table.” He offers.
You glance to the house, and back to him, caving, “Fine, but I want regular milk. None of that chocolate milk you love with them so much.”
He smiles proudly as he follows you into the home, “You act like it’s the worst thing on the planet.”
“because it is!” You take a seat at the table as he puts the cookies in front of you, working his way around the kitchen to get cups. Second cabinet from the sink. The milk in the bottom shelf of the door. Nothing had changed. You’d even took your old seat at the table.
He sets the glass in front of you and does as he said he would, sits on the far end of the table.
“Steve. Don’t even think about it.” You slide the chair opposite to you, back with your foot, “You can sit in your spot.”
“Thank god. I feel like I’d have to yell at you to have a conversation.” He gets up and takes the seat.
You playfully roll your eyes, breaking the cookie in half, “It’s a Saturday, you don’t have basketball?”
“Tonight.” He says with a mouthful of cookies. He gulps down a sip of chocolate milk, leaving a milk mustache. “We’re playing Banner County tonight, you should come. It’s going to be a good game. Both of us are tied for State.”
Before you even realize what you’re doing, you reach across with a napkin and wipe away the chocolate mustache. It was muscle memory, something you always did for him. You flushed with embarrassment when you realized what you did.
His chewing had slowed as he watched you. You slowly pulled you hand away, “I’m-I’m so sorry.. I don’t know why I-” you dropped the napkin on the table.
“No.. it’s,” he clears his throat, “it’s okay.”
“Anyways,” you shake off the embarrassment, changing the subject, “State huh?” That’s great!”
“yeah uh, we have to win tonight’s game though.” He takes another bite of the cookie, “You think you could make it tonight? The whole school is going…”
“Oh um I don’t know, maybe? I have a good bit of homework to catch up on.”
“right, yeah,” he furrows his eyebrows together, “of course, no worries.”
An awkward silence fell between you. He stared at you as you focused on your cookie. He startled you when he reaches across the table and placed his hand on yours, “Y/n, look at me.”
You shook your head, tears filling them. The emotions were strong as you sat here in your chair, eating cookies and milk like you used to do. And it felt right, that’s what made it confusing. You felt comfortable there with him.
“Y/n,” He repeats a little more sternly, but you still stubbornly decline. He gets up from the table and comes to your side, “don’t make me move the chair to face me like I used to do when we were kids.”
You finally force yourself to look at him, lip trembling and your eyes are glossy.
His shoulder sag, “y/n..” The way he says your name so softly was enough to send your tears over the edge and into a sob. He gathers you in his arms and you’re hit with his familiar smell.
He holds you as you sob, his eyes watery, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeats the apology, “I was a stupid kid and I didn’t think they would say anything. I never meant to hurt you. I really didn’t.”
He withdrew from you, knuckles wiping away tears on your cheeks, “You have to believe me, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
You bottom lip quivers and you nod, not trusting yourself to speak.
“I was a stupid kid. Losing you that day was the worst thing that could have happened to me. I was lost without my best friend, without my girl by my side.”
You sniffle, “I shouldn’t have been so harsh. Maybe we should have talked things over,”
He nods, “We should have. Both of us were too stubborn for that.” He teases, earning a soft laugh from you. He smiles in victory, “There’s that laugh I love to hear.”
You use the back of your hand to wipe the tears, “Damn you Steve Harrington.”
“I know, damn me.” His thumb gently caresses your cheek, “Damn me.” He says it softly the second time, lost in your eyes. They still had that sliver of color in the top iris, different from your main eye color. The scar from when you fell and hit your head on his diving board above your eyebrow now barely visible.
The moment is broken as his parents walk through the door, “oh!” His mom immediately smiles at the sight of you, trying to ignore the fact she did walk into a moment and you were crying, “do I smell peanut butter cookies…” She sets down her groceries at the door and heads straight toward you.
You stand and meet her with a hug, “Hi Mrs. Harrington.”
She squeezes you a little tighter, “Oh honey, it’s so good to see you.” She pulls away and cups your cheeks like a mother does, “So good to see you.”
~
You arrived at the game early, walking into the gymnasium. Both teams were on the court warming up. Steve wouldn’t admit it but he’d been checking the door every time it opened, hoping it was you and finally it was.
You two caught each other’s glances and he quickly threw the ball at one of his buddies, jogging over to you, “You came!”
“How could I say no to your mother?”
“Yeah, she’s hard to say no too. Plus, she’s missed her favorite daughter,” he pokes at your arm earning a laugh from you. “I think my parents are somewhere in the crowd.” He turns toward the bleachers.
You scanned the crowd and spotted the Harrington’s sitting a couple rows up. she smiles and waves you over. “There they are, I better go sit down. The game is about to start.” It’s almost like you could feel the stares and hear the whispers. There was a group of girls at the first row of bleachers, the same girls who’ve envied you for being best friends with Steve and for well, being his first.
He could hear them too and glances at them, “Yeah, I should probably go finish warming up.”
As you start to walk away, he grabs your arm, “hey, anyone says anything to you, let me know. I’ll handle it.”
You gave him a reassuring smile, “Steve, I can handle myself.”
“Okay,” His hand lingers for a moment on your arm. He doesn’t want to let go.
“Steve go,” You laugh, pushing him toward his team who were now huddled together.
He does head toward them but periodically checks back on you on your way up to his parents.
~
“and the Hawkins Tigers win! They win! They’re on their way to State!”
The whole place erupted in cheers and confetti went everywhere. Steve had made the winning basket after falling behind near the end.
He hadn’t had time to find you in the crowd after making the basket, because the team enveloped him, screaming and yelling. The team jumped around cheerfully. The team would be going to state for the first time in 15 years!
As the celebration died down a little, you made your way down toward Steve. He was pushing through the crowd toward you and when you two were only a few feet away, your eyes met.
However, the moment was ruined as a brown curly headed girl came running in, jumping in Steve’s arms; Nancy Wheeler. You’d almost forgotten her completely. Steve’s girlfriend.
And suddenly you were hit with the realization. You couldn’t be doing this, not with Steve. He had a girlfriend. You couldn’t just jump headfirst into something with him like this. It had been a mistake coming inside at his home, sharing those few moments. You may had forgiven him, but in the end he’d broken your heart and your soul. He’d hurt you in such a horrible way, making you vulnerable. You couldn’t open your heart to him this soon, he’d been the reason you’d closed it in the first place. You wouldn’t make this mistake again.
And what about Eddie? He was the one who allow you to feel something for someone again. He was the one you’d opened your heart for, and you needed to keep it that way. He made you feel safe. You knew your heart was safe in his hands.
You quickly disappeared into the crowd before he could find you.
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head over heels | e.m.
summary: both Eddie and yourself have been obliviously pining over each other whenever you'd cross paths during your jazz club and his D&D ones at Hawkins High. What happens when, after protecting you from Jason, he's the only one who can also let you out of Vecna's hands?
pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
genre: fluff, slowburn, adventure if you squint, a little bit of a songfic.
involves: they are so oblivious it's funny, a lot of songs, Eddie being reader's happy memory (Lucas and Max much), Jason being an absolute idiot, mentions of harassment, Nancy is your best friend, it gets tooth rotting fluffy at the end.
word count: 3,9k
note: thank you SO much for the love you've been giving to Dream a Little Dream of Me! It's overwhelming - I also just got to 500 followers and this is huge!! thank you!! there's a minor detail change from the original plot regarding the order of events at the upside down, and also - Eddie lives. This story came to mind when I saw one of my favorite pics of my mom, she was in a jazz club (with other four friends) during her teen years. love my teen mom. mwah!
SONG: Head Over Heels by Tears For Fears, and many others scattered through the story.
It was Thursday, which means you had your weekly jazz dance rehearsal with your friends after school. No one else but you and the other four girls, divided between juniors and seniors - you being a part of the latter - really took enough interest to partake in your somewhat of a club, but according to the principal, it only took three people to make an official club at Hawkins High, so that was what you were. You loved that you could make dance become a part of your High School life, it didn’t do much for you socially, but you didn’t care about that since you already blended with everyone else pretty well; nor did you care about the Talent Show or the Fair presentations - though thinking about them did give your belly some butterflies, you truly were in there just to be able to let some steam out, for the movement. It was one of the things you liked the most, and you were glad you were able to finally do it outside your own room.
This brings you to be about to enter Hawkins High for the second time today. Your club, though small, wouldn’t be all alone at the building after school hours, though. You usually shared your evenings or nights with the Hellfire club. The D&D official Hawkins High club, or simply the outcasts. You usually crossed ways with Eddie Munson when walking across the hallways at that time and today was no different; you passed through the boy again and said hi with a nod of your head, never really used to treat him or anyone else at that school badly; he slimed a bit, waving at you, and, had you known him better, you'd be able to call him a sap for the way he always gave you those lip tight, dimples and cheek apple smiles.
Every time the both of you would meet in the hallways at that time, everything way emptier than early in the morning, you would catch yourself thinking about him during the warm-ups or a little further into the routines. You didn’t have a crush or anything like it, rather you were intrigued by the boy. You admired him in a way. The way he acted around everyone else in a nearly theatrical brave way, though if you never messed with him, he would likely let you be as well. You thought of his side-business or the way he would arrive on his obnoxious van listening loudly to those glam rock bands or actual metal. Or even about Corroded Coffin; his band that only got to perform once at the talent show - Eddie himself was way different when he was a middle schooler -. Eddie Munson intrigued you, and you enjoyed those little smiles you exchanged on the go - getting even to the point of adding some of his metal to your warm-up mixtape, something the girls weren’t huge fans of.
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The week after, you and Eddie ended up closing up the school together, both extracurriculars ending at a later hour, as you helped him hold some of his - lots - of folders, the both of you closed the doors together, and the boy turned to you faster than he recognizes he should have when the headphones that rested on your neck changed from ‘Dancing With Myself’ by Billy Idol to ‘Rainbow In The Dark’ by Dio, but he turned back quickly and seemed to get his guards back up before commenting, “you know, I have a vest with their album on the back, pretty nice that you also listen to some decent shit,” and you chuckled at his final words, ignoring them slightly. “I’ve seen it around! It’s from ‘The Last In Line’, right? Pretty fresh!”, he smiled again, a little more subtly this time, and as you got to the van, he grabbed the rest of his papers from your hand and offered you a ride.
“You know, I could always put these things on the back of the van and get you home, it’s pretty late and you’re in your dance clothes- I mean, can’t be comfortable to be walking around in these,” you knew what he meant, but also couldn’t let yourself give him the trouble, as friendly as he was being right now, so you politely decline, saying with a smile that you were kind of used to going back home walking by yourself. You weren’t lying, rare were the times your mom would allow you to drive to school in her Volkswagen beetle, and you weren’t a fan of riding the bike - dancing was a pretty decent exercise to be doing already. So you usually just put your headphones on and try and walk in a somewhat quicker way while going back home, and that’s exactly what you did, giggling on the phone in denial as Marina insisted that what she saw when leaving school last minute was some flirting with “the freak.”
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In the next week, though, the basketball team would also use the school during the after-hours for training, and that's when you had an upsetting encounter with Jason Carver. Jason never hid the fact that he found you attractive, not even when he started dating Chrissy, he never really kept to himself what he thought about your perm, or your coolant and the way it looked on your body. ‘Kind’ words as they were - or as he claimed it to be since to you it always sounded predatory, they were never welcome, and you never hid that as well.
Though most people already knew Jason was a complete prick, few had the courage to voice it, and even less when it came to saying it right to his face, so as much as you never bothered hiding how uncomfortable and disgusted you actually were by his mere figure, he could never get intimidated, being in the social position he was, besides naturally way stronger and more powerful than you.
Jason intended to use all that to his favor when meeting you at the school parking lot when the team had an interval of sorts, the rehearsal on your side having just ended. You were still close to the door when the jock started cornering you in a way. He was embarrassing you. He was making you feel unsafe. “Come on, baby, give me a smile, all I’m doing here is praising your god lovely body, am I not right? You have just such nice legs, huh?” You kept looking anywhere but him, every single thing in that gray, plain parking lot surrounded by those old trees just looked way more interesting than the situation going on right by your eyes. As Jason reached for your waist, you shut your eyes tight together and snapped your head to the other side, mustering the courage to try and sound firm as you commanded him to let go of you. As you opened your eyes again, you saw him, apparently your lucky charm.
Eddie Munson was already inside his van, his whole head sneaking out the front window, nearing the both of you at an ungodly pace. He looked really focused on the sight before him. Really pissed as well as the van rushed a lot close to Jason’s arm - the boy had turned in the same direction as your gaze when you had finally smiled. Not nearly for the reason he had wanted. -
“I can come waaaaay closer next time you fucking stupid little shit” being inside his tall van gave Eddie some sort of advantage: he felt safe enough to confront Jason Carver. He could be confronting him about the monstrosity he was about to do to you and he surely was. But gosh, screaming at that prick felt good, and he had few opportunities to do so so freely.
“Get off of here you demon freak! This is none of your concern” Jason growled as an answer, and you took advantage of his distraction to distance yourself a bit. “If I were you I'd let the girl go, though. Don't wanna be limping around near the finals or something, right?” Eddie stepped on the gas as he spoke, making the engine rumble. He sounded more serious this time around like he didn’t want to show any emotion in his voice. Jason glared angrily at the both of you before storming back inside the school, his steps sounding loud on the gravel floor.
As you inevitably accepted his ride offer this time, Eddie didn't bother putting on any of his cassettes when he heard your walkman was still on, and as to make you feel at ease, he just let the faint sound of your headphones - still resting on your neck - be in charge of the music. His van smelled of weed, and you grew more relaxed as the adrenaline left your body, murmuring along with ‘Head Over Heels’ by Tears for Fears, which you always forgot was on your mixtape. Eddie stole a curious glance over from the driver's seat, and you smiled at him, finally thanking him for what he'd done before.
"It's no problem, happy to be the tough guy this time around…" he referenced back to the way he was usually the target, mainly when Jason had the company of the other jocks around him - had that be the case, his van advantage wouldn’t even count that much. - Eddie focused his gaze back on the road.
If asked by anyone, he wouldn’t confirm nor deny was growing infatuated with you, he wouldn’t want to waste his time doing that in a place where most people just hated him, but he did think a lot about those quick moments you shared in the empty halls when the both of you had something else to do, keeping your distance in a way, but persuading each other. Eddie liked how you would walk to the rhythm of whatever was playing on your walkman, smiling, voicing the words, and tapping your hands to your body, he had observed you were always carrying an extra scrunchie on your fist, and how you didn't hesitate to treat him right even when the line to talk to the "freak" wasn't very big.
He liked not having to put his guard up whenever you were around.
On the same night, you spent hours telling Nancy everything that happened over the phone, laying on your bed with your phone beside you, your head hanging off the corner as you curled the wire with your free hand. She promised she could fire a bullet right at the guy the very next time she saw him, the least she could do as they would never let her write the truth on the school paper, but overall she was relieved you were fine, and truthfully curious about how Eddie ended up being your hero. As you told her the whole build-up, leaving a few stolen stares and chuckles behind, she was still able to call you a sap, and you started to curse her name over the phone, giggling. Head Over Heels was blaring at the boombox on the other side of your room, and, as if on cue, you started singing along with the chorus, teasing Nancy on the other side of the line. “Something happens and I'm head over heels, I never find out till I'm head over heels…” you chuckled, as if you could ever feel that way towards him, right?
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Everything took a dramatic turn since Dustin Henderson thought it was a good idea to get you to join his supernatural thing little group, telling you how Hawkins’ curse actually did mean something, and how you were all on the clock to save the city and the suddenly framed for murder Eddie Munson. You were scared. You didn’t know what to believe, it was all too surreal and at the same time, it did make true sense as you never bought some things like the mall fire story anyway. So with the confidence Nancy knew you had in her, a lot of gulping your own fears inside and Eddie’s pained stare when you found him three days ago basically engraved on the back of your mind, you joined “Dustin’s troop”, and were now coming up with a plan to go back to the upside-down and actually kill this Vecna guy-thing yourselves.
With Max’s life in danger and the scare Nancy gave the lot of you, you all decided on sharing your favorite songs or artists in case any of you would be the next to be cursed. Had it been a different circumstance, you would’ve adored the way ‘Cherry Bomb’ by The Runaways and ‘Girls on Film’ by Duran Duran were both Robin and Steve’s choices. You’d command a story time when Steve glared at Dustin when he said his song would most likely be ‘Never Ending Story’, and give Lucas a sympathetic smile when he hinted his was ‘I Want You Back’, by The Jacksons 5. You would feel normal, just hanging out with some new friends or something. You’d beg for that given this week’s events. When you were asked about a song, though, you had honestly no clue of what to say. You listened to music all the time, and couldn’t really pinpoint any that made you feel giddy inside or brought back any memories, so your safe answer was ‘Why Did It Have to Be Me?’ by ABBA, it was one of your favorite bands and any song by them did actually have a possibility of working, so you thought that would do as you voiced your choice.
And you hoped to dear God to be right when you heard that clock for the first time. You gasped slightly and felt shivers going from the back of your neck to your spine, Robin gave you a light squeeze on the shoulder when she noticed your fidgeting, as she assumed it was solely from fear. You had decided to keep it that way, since worrying about you and maybe even assigning someone to keep looking after you would only delay everyone’s plans and increase the risk as you’d distract them from the original plan. You wanted this to end soon, and as long as you kept yourself occupied with your mission, things would be alright. They had to be.
When Nancy started going over the phases of the plan, Lucas, Erica, and Max listened and confirmed everything back at Hawkins, via Walkie-Talkie, but her voice started sounding faint as your brain focused on what you thought you saw.
Jason. Behind a tree.
Your brain started to quickly storm you with feelings, not only your personal disgust and pinch of fear but Eddie’s own loathing. - If Jason was here, he was going after Eddie, and you had no idea what he’d do if he ever found you on his way, but Eddie was being wrongfully accused, framed for murder. And the murdered person in question was Chrissy, Jason’s girlfriend. Shit. Him being here - however he even got himself in the Upside Down - was fucked up. And you couldn’t let him ruin your friend’s plan. And you really did owe Eddie one from before, so you had to protect them. And that’s what kept you going as you stormed in the direction of that tree.
“Jason?” you quipped, your friends were already out of sight, and you looked in every direction as to find the blonde boy.
After everyone confirmed they understood what Nancy had said when she finished talking about never moving on with the plan without everyone’s “OK” and not ever stop following the plan, they noticed you kept silent, and as everyone looked at you, your eyes were completely white.
Shit.
Your body was firmly planted on the ground, standing like a rock as your eyes looked in a trance, Nancy’s eyes went completely wide as Eddie and Robin shook you slightly from each side.
“y/n?? You’re here right? That’s just a bad joke, a test, right?” Robin’s voice sounded a little shaky.
“Jason!” you demanded this time, as a grandfather-looking clock was seemingly stuck to a tree trunk, startling you as it chimed, “Come on baby, give me a smile,” whichever way you looked, you couldn’t find him, but his voice was close. You placed your hand over your mouth as your face contorted in terror. There were many spiders running through the floor as your eyed finally reached his figure, your body stopped moving in circles. He was slowly walking closer, your sight slowly becoming clear.
Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Eddie were surrounding you, Nancy had separated the other pair muttering something in between “she’s not pretending” and “we need to be fast”, Steve was helping her as he held her backpack open, her gun and your half of the selected tapes inside it, and the girl was holding a walkman in front of you, skipping every damned track from the Arrival cassette after 30 minutes of it not working, Steve trying to coherently insist for her to just keep it on your chosen track for a little longer.
“Where is he, y/n?” Jason grabbed your waist forcefully, his voice started to sound like a growl “Where’s that filthy murderer you like now, huh? Not gonna save you as well?” you felt helpless. You couldn’t really respond as he accused Eddie and his touches alone seemed terrifying. You tried looking up to him this time, switching from the attitude you had last, but now, instead of Jason, you saw a terrible, demoniac skull-looking figure who was full of those thick veins and held a horrific angry stare. Your eyes widened. You wanted to scream so bad.
“IT’S. NOT. WORKING, STEVE!” Nancy screamed, her brows furrowed together in worry. As Eddie seemed lost in his thoughts, Robin suggested Nancy could remember any other of your favorites. “Come on Nancy, you know her better than anyone here, you must know! a-ha? Soft Cell?” she suggested, panicked.
“Come on, y/n, why don’t you just give yourself to me? why won’t you tell me what you know?” your jaw clenched as his grip grew tighter, securing you firmly in place, it felt like you were now against a tree, and you just closed your eyes shut.
“I wanted to be with you alone, and talk about the weather… but traditions I can trace against the child in your face, won't escape my attention”
The way the three others looked at Eddie when he started timidly singing the song would make him immediately stop, clear his throat, and say something scary to tell them off in normal circumstances. But Eddie was too focused on trying to remember the lyrics of the song he listened to only two times after he heard you faintly mutter the lyrics on his van some time ago. Nancy’s face relaxed in realization as she remembered the blatant way you sang along with it on the phone weeks before, so she joined in,
“You keep your distance with a system of touch and gentle persuasion… I'm lost in admiration, could I need you this much? Oh, you're wasting my time, you're just, just, just wasting time”
You opened your eyes as you started to listen to what seemed like your best friend and Eddie’s voice singing Head Over Heels, and you were stunned, sure, the idea of their cracked voices singing a song you at times couldn’t even remember was on most of your mixtapes winning over ABBA would’ve made you chuckle if the thing - you could only assume it was Vecna, but you wouldn’t make yourself feel even more fear by making the situation official - wasn’t squeezing you harder. “Just try and be very still…”
“Something happens and I'm head over heels, I never find out, till I'm head over heels! Something happens and I'm head over heels- Ah, don't take my heart, don't break my heart, don't, don't, don't throw it away”
Steve and Robin shared a weirded-out glance before they both could also start singing along with the other two, Steve was a little more unsure of his words, the same as Eddie, but Robin also knew the song, so it became a little easier.
You remembered the first time Eddie talked to you after all those secretive glances and smiles that made you think of him and get your steps wrong. “pretty nice that you also listen to some decent shit”, you almost felt lightweight all over again as you held back a chuckle, “try to remember good things, to keep you grounded,” Max had instructed, and so you were trying to do, you got to think of how he looked at you as you tapped your hands along with the bass that was faintly playing on your headphones as you sat on his van, and how he thought you didn’t notice. Your eyes flew open again, and you saw the described “portal-looking thing” Max also mentioned, something that looked like a hole into reality, it shone a bit on the light yellow corners, contrasting with the dark red forest you were currently being held in, and you just wanted to go there.
“I made a fire and watching it burn, thought of your future. With one foot in the past now just how long will it last, no, no, no, have you no ambitions?”
You reached for his torso, finding a way of hurting that thing, and, as you ran in the direction of the ridiculous-looking scene of your four goofy friends singing chaotically, you remembered yourself singing over the phone to Nancy, maybe just a little less messily, as you refused to believe you really did sound like a sap. You dodged a huge rock as you reached for the portal, forcing your eyes shut as you still weren’t sure it wouldn’t reach you.
And then you gasped. Falling weakly to the ground.
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“And this is my four leaf clover, I'm on the line, one open mind. This is my four leaf clover… In my mind's eye”
The song blared through the boombox again, but not yours this time. It blared from the table in the living room of the small trailer, and you and Eddie were sitting on his bed. You wore a Black Sabbath shirt that was obviously too big on you as you went to hug him. You did end up losing a lot of time back at the upside down, and the plan proceeded to be a little messy since, after entering your head, no one was really sure of which conditions they would find Vecna. But it did end up working, and you all came back safe, able to clear Eddie’s name, even. He still tried to hide, though, as the both of you ran away to be in his trailer again two days later when the rest of the gang was apparently showing up.
“I can’t believe this was the song that saved me. You said it yourself I listened to some decent shit,” you mumbled against his neck, Eddie chuckled. You were still hugging him, standing on your knees on top of the bed as he was on his feet, body facing you. “But a Billy Idol one had just finished… I like how eclectic you are, you know?” he smiled down at you, lips tightly pressed together, making his cheeks plump forward a bit.
You giggled, hiding how you had only started to listen to rock music back when you were curious about him. Thunderstruck by AC/DC was now playing loud on the boombox, you smiled, placing your hands on each one of his cheeks, muttering before you leaned into him for a kiss.
“I like how you saved me.”
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With the majority of your extended family in town to celebrate the holidays, your parents' house was complete and utter chaos. The only saving grace was that you were able to go over to Eddie’s trailer whenever being at home got to be too much. You’d been best friends for years, and his uncle had made it clear that there was always space for you.
This specific night, your cousins had been driving you up a wall, so you’d told your parents that you were staying the night at Eddie’s, and now you were snuggled up under the fuzzy yellow blanket that Eddie always offered you while watching It’s a Wonderful Life on TV. The two of you weren’t paying attention to the movie and were tossing bits of popcorn back and forth at each other instead.
This was your happy place. If there was one downside to the amount of time you spent with Eddie, it was that you’d been harboring a crush on him for a couple years at this point. However, you were unwilling to lose your best friend over some unrequited feelings, so you had been suffering in silence ever since your feelings developed.
Wayne had the night off from work, so he was watching the movie with you, but he was definitely paying more attention to it than you and Eddie were. When the movie cut to a commercial break, Wayne pushed himself up from his seat on the recliner and headed into the kitchen.
"Forgot how much of a downer most of this movie was," he said as he opened the fridge. "I think this calls for a cup of Christmas cheer."
Wayne took a large tupperware container out of the fridge and started ladeling the contents into three mugs on the counter.
“You’re staying the night, right?” Wayne called from his place in the kitchen.
“I was planning on it,” you replied.
“Good.”
He reentered the living room space and handed you one of the mugs. You took a sip of the cold, creamy liquid, and you were immediately hit with the strong taste of alcohol. Wayne Munson had thoroughly spiked that eggnog.
“Jesus. How much bourbon did you add this year?” Eddie asked after taking a sip from his own mug.
“Enough that they shouldn’t be driving home after drinking some, but not enough for you to start making bad decisions.”
“Jokes on you. I make bad decisions without alcohol all the time.”
Two mugs of eggnog later, the movie ended, and everyone was ready to head to bed. Normally, Eddie gave you his bed, and he slept out on the couch whenever you stayed over, but you were feeling bold from all of that bourbon in the eggnog.
“Stay with me tonight?” you asked when he gave you a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt to use as pajamas. “I mean, I’m not really ready to go to sleep yet, but your uncle was, so maybe we could just talk until we fall asleep?”
“I guess I could be cool with that. As long as you don’t hog all the blankets.”
“I would never,” you said with mock offense.
Eddie changed in the bathroom to give you some privacy while you got ready for bed, and when he returned, he was carrying your favorite blanket from the couch. He handed it to you before flopping down on the bed, and you moved to lay down next to him. You knew his bed wasn't very big, but it felt even smaller with the two of you sharing the space.
"You really don't trust me to not hog the blankets enough that you had to bring me an extra one?" you asked.
"I know you," he replied. "You turn yourself into a little blanket burrito when you sleep, and in the morning, you'll wake up to see that I've turned into a popsicle. Think of my uncle, princess. What would he do without me?"
You would never get used to Eddie calling you princess. He'd used that nickname often throughout your friendship, and it had almost become unbearable to hear since you'd discovered your feelings for him. To have him call you that when you weren't his.
"Probably get some peace and quiet for once," you teased as you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.
Eddie gasped in fake offense before pulling all of the blankets off of you and keeping them on his side of the bed. You retaliated by sticking your bare feet on his lower back where his shirt had ridden up.
"Why are your feet made of ice?" he asked as he gripped your feet to move them off of him, lightly tickling you in the process.
"Eddie Munson, don't you dare," you said between your giggles as you pulled your feet away from him.
"Keep your feet to yourself then, you menace."
You could tell he was only teasing, and you were still feeling emboldened by the eggnog, so you decided it would be fine to mess with him a little bit more. You gripped the blankets that he still wasn't sharing and yanked them hard enough that you sent them flying over you and onto the floor.
"Oh, that does it."
Eddie rolled over, and his hands were on you in an instant, digging in and tickling your hips. Through your laughter, you struggled against him and gripped at his wrists in an attempt to end his playful torture. You managed to pull his hands away from your sides and lace your fingers together to prevent him from continuing his attack.
It was only then that you realized just how close he was to you. Chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, you looked up into his eyes and realized just how easy it would be to just raise your head slightly and kiss him. And, before you really knew what you were doing, that’s exactly what you did.
The kiss ended almost too quickly when you realized what you’d done and pulled away.
“Well, that was new,” Eddie said, breaking the silence that had fallen between you.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” you said as you covered your face with your hands. “I am so sorry. Please pretend that never happened, so I can be normal around you again.”
"What if I don't want to pretend?"
"What?" You removed your hands from your face. He hadn't moved from his spot hovering over you, and you looked up into those deep brown eyes that you were so fond of once again.
"You heard me. What if I don't wanna pretend?"
"You don't?"
"I've been wanting to do that for a while now actually." He flopped over to lay next to you on the bed so he wouldn't have to look at you as he made his confession. "Didn't know how you'd react though, and I didn't want to ruin our friendship, so I kept those thoughts to myself. So, I've gotta ask - did you do that because you wanted to, or did you do that because my uncle's a liar, and the eggnog was strong enough for you to make bad decisions? Because if this was an impulse thing, and you really never wanna do that again, I guess I could live with only being your best friend. But I'm hoping that isn't the case."
"A little of both," you replied as you looked over at him staring at the ceiling. "Maybe not the bad decisions bit, but the eggnog made me brave enough to act on the feelings that I've been hiding. Kissing you would never be a bad decision, Eds."
"So, you mean to tell me that I could've been kissing you for weeks now if I wasn't afraid of your reaction?" He turned to meet your gaze.
"Months even," you admitted. "Probably longer."
"What a couple of idiots."
"You're telling me."
Before you could say anything else, Eddie was rolling back on top of you and burying his face in your neck.
"What are you doing?" you asked between your giggles.
"What does it look like I'm doing, princess?" he asked as he caged you in his arms. He lifted his head and smirked down at you. "We've got a lot of lost time to make up for."
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Scary Movies
Eddie X Reader. Halloween Movies, Popcorn, And Stormy Nights
happy halloween! hope yall have a delightfully frightful one!
Thunder cracks down over the house as the rain pours down. It doesn’t seem like it’s going to stop, so you guess it’s a perfect day to watch scary movies.
You had intended to watch with your best friend Eddie, but you hope he wasn’t stupid enough to go out in this rain.
The horror movie you have popped into the VCR was currently running through the previews, and you were waiting on a bag of popcorn to finish its turn in the microwave.
You can just barely hear the shrill violins of the previews over the popping next to you. Even though your mom would say that your brain would pop with radiation, or something. Your gorey imagination is interrupted by a sharp- Knock knock knock - At the kitchen door behind you. You peek through the curtains, trying to spot the perpetrator through the rainy dark.
No one, as far as you can see.
A scream rings out from the tv set, making you jump and drop the curtain.
The microwave shrills and makes your shoulders hunch to your ears.
KNOCK KNOCK from the kitchen door once more.
You grab a meat tenderizer from the kitchen sink (you had meatloaf yesterday) and creep towards the door. A condescending cackle follows you while you lay your hand on the doorknob.
You open it quickly and raise the hammer, ready to strike, to an empty backyard.
Just rain, grass, and dark.
You lower the mallet below your shoulders. Taking a step further out, still one hand gripping the doorknob to connect you to the warm protection of your house, you peek around to see if your tormentor had run off on some kind of dare.
Still nothing.
Probably just hearing things.
You do notice that the rain has knocked over the tarp covering the stuff your mom couldn’t fit in the attic. You sigh and lean back into the kitchen to lose the mallet and prop open the back door while you fix the tarp.
You don’t hear the shuffling behind you while you futz over the tarp. You don’t hear the footsteps making their way through the mud. You only feel the weight of the presence behind you once they’re close enough to touch.
You turn quickly and scream at the top of your lungs at the tall, dark figure blocking out the light.
“DUDE!” The scary ghoul grabs you by your biceps, “It’s just me!”
The mask of fear falls, and so does the literal mask covering his face. Eddie’s worried eyes bore through yours, now that he’s turned you both to catch the light from inside.
You clutch at his arms for a moment, before you smack him in the chest, “What the hell!”
He gives you a guilty smile, “I thought it’d be funny. Y’know, like Leatherface. You always said he was corny.”
“Yeah! On the tv! Where I’m not out alone in the dark! God, Eddie…” You look him over now, clear of your nerves, “Hell, you’re fucking soaked. Come inside.”
He helps you fix the tarp and wrings his hair out on the back stoop before stepping in, locking the door behind you. “No more monsters getting in.”
“Just the devil in the doorway,” You say as you grab him a towel. “Why’d you come over? It’s pouring out there.”
He shrugs before slipping off his jacket, “Didn’t want to miss out a chance to hang out with you.” You roll your eyes and watch him dry his hair out like he’s trying to wrangle a wet dog. He might as well, looking like one.
"You're going to ruin your curls doing that." You get into his personal bubble to take the towel from him and start patting it dry, "How's your hair gonna look album cover ready when the curls frizz out?"
"I don't think having perfect curls is very metal, sweets."
You tut at him, "Yeah, but I like them, so... try not to destroy them. " You pull your hands back to yourself, figuring his hair should be dry enough with the heat coming off your cheeks.
He grins at you, anyway, "You like them? Anything else you like about me?"
You consider this, "Mmm...no."
"You're sure about that?" He's crowding closer to you, eating up any space you'd tried to put between you. You don't realize he's maneuvered you into the kitchen counter until your back hits the counter. "Nothing else you like?"
Your eyes flicker to his lips without intending to give away the crush you’ve been holding down in the bottom of your heart for a while now.
“You know, how I’m the coolest guy you know?” He laughs nervously. His eyes are following a similar path from your eyes to your lips.
“In your dreams, Munson,” You lean in closer. “You’re the biggest nerd I know, Hellfire included.”
He gasps dramatically, yet still quiet in the bubble of tension surrounding you. “You break my heart, sweets. Me? A nerd?”
You do tilt your head at this, “Says the guy trying to force me to read Lord of the Rings. Still.”
He smiles wide, unable to keep it under the surface, “I think you would love Gimli. Promise, sweets.”
You should lean away. Walk away. Go back to the movie that’s started to play on the tv. Get the popcorn you can smell from the microwave. Something, anything to break the tension. But you’re still staring at his lips. His tongue runs across them, hesitant to speak, and you want to eat him up like halloween candy.
Thunder cracks once more. You jump and his hands find your arms again, keeping you close. The warm light of the kitchen lights his eyes up like candles. “I think you’d have to show me…” You say, finally.
“Show you?” He asks.
“What else there is to like about you.” You lean just that much closer, circling back between his lips and the way his eyelids are drooping, but focused.
“I’ll show you anything, sweetheart.” And he leans in for the kiss.
You forget to watch the movie until the tape has run itself out, but you still had a great Halloween.
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Dandelions | E.M.
KICKSTART MY HEART PT. 1
Masterlist | AO3
She was the kind of person who you never saw without a book in her hand. Eddie didn’t think he had ever seen her talk to anyone for longer than a gentle hello, but he had seen her hundreds of times sitting at the edges of any room or facility in Hawkins High with her nose buried in some crusty paperback. She was pretty; hair shorter than acceptable, ignoring any bullying she got for almost looking like a boy, light make up except for heavily exaggerated eyeliner with different patterns worked in every day, loose blue jeans covered with embroidery and a series of blouses that looked like those to be seen in the pages of Oscar Wilde or Thomas Hardy.
Eddie had never spoken to her, never even gotten her name, but every major memory he had at Hawkins High had her in the corner of his eye. He had her gentle smile emblazoned in the back of his mind and the feeling of warmth from when he had been sat next to her in a chemistry class one year carefully engraved in his muscle memory.
So no, he’d never spoken to her, but he knew her. She had captured his attention. Unlike everything else in his life, Eddie kept that attention subtle. He had a feeling that she wouldn’t be the kind of girl to appreciate grand gestures and loud proclamations.
“You’re staring at her again,” Mike said through a mouthful of sandwich. “It’s kinda creepy, Eddie.”
Eddie’s eyes snapped over to the younger boy. “Staring at who? I’m not staring.”
“Y/n Y/l/n,” Mike sighed as if the weight of the world was somehow on his shoulders. Little shit. “You’ve been obsessed with her all year.”
“Which one’s she?” Eddie questioned, hope beginning to fill him at the prospect of finally getting to learn your name.
“Seriously?” Lucas joined the conversation. “You’ve been obsessing over her and you don’t even know her name?”
“She’s the one with the dandelions on her jeans,” Mike tag-teamed in with Lucas. “Y’know, a bit weird, always reading.”
“Don’t call her weird,” Lucas snapped at his friend before Eddie got the chance to. “She’s not weird.”
“Objectively, she is,” Mike countered. “I mean, obviously I love her, but she’s always been a bit strange.”
“Like we’re not,” Lucas grumbled.
Eddie’s mind was reeling at the new information. “Wait, you guys know her? How do you guys know her?”
Mike sighed again. “She was always around when we were kids,” he said. “Used to be Dustin’s babysitter. He was super protective of her, so she always got invited to all of our DnD games and stuff. Plus, the parents loved her, so she ended up having dinner whenever the rest of us were around.”
“She plays DnD?” A great smile spread across Eddie’s face at the prospect.
“Oh, absolutely,” Lucas smirked. “Absolutely crushes at it, too. Although, half the time when she played, we wouldn’t even end up battling anything, because she always thought a way around it.”
“Super creative, and always talking her way out of things,” Mike added. “Honestly it got kind of annoying.”
“If you’re going to do anything about your little crush, though, I’ve got to warn you,” Lucas said, “don’t say anything that’ll make her think you think you’re better than her. She’s real competitive, and she absolutely is smarter than you. She won’t say anything up front, but test her too much and she’ll work out some way or another to make you take it back.”
Eddie zoned the two out as they started bickering about something or another. He began to rearrange all of his thoughts about her to fit with these new details. He had to admit, it intrigued him; he never would have gotten any of that just from observing her. And that she knew the kids, that she babysat Dustin…
“Hey, wait,” Eddie burst out, stopping the kids’ argument in its tracks. “Where is Henderson, anyway?”
“He was asking his science teacher about something,” Mike answered. “It’ll probably take a while, but he should be here soon.”
At that, they all saw Dustin start jogging into the cafeteria, clearly excited by whatever it was he was planning. Not looking where he was going, he bumped right into Jason Carver. Eddie winced as Jason turned to the younger boy.
“Hey, watch where you’re going, little nerd,” Jason scowled menacingly.
“Sorry, but you were in the way, and I was just-” Dustin rushed out all at once. Jason grabbed the front of his shirt.
“I was in the way, was I?” Eddie could see Dustin gulp from across the cafeteria. "Well listen here, toothless-”
“Hey!” an unfamiliar voice spoke up. It seemed light, like a fairy’s, but it was loud. The entire cafeteria quietened down, and Eddie was shocked to see that the voice came from Y/n.
“Leave him alone, Carver.” Y/n’s voice was unshaking. Eddie wouldn’t have realised that he had never seen her talk to anyone based on the way she was acting.
Jason turned to look at her, his hand still gripping onto Dustin. “Oh yeah?” he chuckled. “Or what? What are you going to do about it, Y/l/n?”
Eddie saw your shoulders rise and fall in a silent sigh before you slammed your book shut with a bang. He gasped and people started murmuring as she pulled out her chair and used it to climb up onto the cafeteria table. Eddie had done that exact thing a hundred times before, but you… you were almost elegant as you silently walked all the way down the length of the table to reach Jason, leant down to look him in the eyes with one hand in your pocket and the other curled around your reading material.
“You may not have noticed, Jason,” you began, making direct eye contact with the jock, “because I prefer to observe than to be an absolute jackass, but we grew up together. I was here for everything, all those awkward stages, when you were the shortest in the class, when you were trying to grow in that pre-teen moustache. And, well, I’ve certainly heard enough from the girls around here about Little Jason and his,” you looked down, grimacing, before looking into his eyes again, “limitations.”
Jason tried valiantly to hold eye contact with you and keep his posture arrogant, but Eddie could tell he was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. Everyone could.
You continued. “And I know exactly what to say to destroy you. I know you. I know that you are a pathetic little boy,” you leaned in closer with each word, “who can’t help himself from picking on the weakest and who wouldn’t be passing half his classes if this school’s faculty didn’t care so much about,” you paused and looked at Eddie. His chest grew warm. “Tossing balls into laundry baskets.”
“You- “Jason protested, but you cut him off.
“As for what I’ll do… Have you ever read War and Peace, Carver?” You held out the book you were still clutching so that Jason could read the title. He shook his head. “It’s quite long, and it can get slow in parts, but I’d recommend it. The best thing about it though, is that it’s heavy enough that if you fuck with Dustin again, I will smash your goddamn teeth in so far back that they will lodge into whatever walnut it is you call a brain.”
You jumped down off the table in front of him, gently grasped his hand and pried it off of Dustin’s shirt. “You alright, Dusty?”
Dustin nodded. “Yeah, thanks Y/n.”
You smiled and ruffled his hair before looking up at everyone. “What are you all staring at?”
And just like that, everyone went back to their lunches and their conversations. You walked back over to your seat, leaving Jason Carver behind you, and began to read again. Eddie was still looking at you when Dustin sat down next to him.
“Did you guys see that?” Dustin asked his friends loudly. “So badass.”
Mike and Lucas agreed as Dustin looked over at Eddie. “Dude, are you okay?”
Eddie took a shaky breath. “One day,” he said lowly, “one day I’m going to marry that woman.”
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How Can I Explain? Ch. 3
Pairing: Eddie Munson | Reader
Summary: Eddie really loves the theatrics.
Word Count: 3,639
Warning: smoking weed, underage drinking, skinny dipping (w. underoos)
A/N: Here is chapter 3. Thank you to all of you who've given the other chapters love. =)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
One Fine Day
“But, you got my note, ya?” He asked. His thumb resting on your cheek.
“Mmhm” You leaned into his hand.
“Ok, I have to do something, but I’ll meet you at the table, alright?” Eddie gave you a quick peck on the top of your head and left. He left you stunned with flushed cheeks. You lifted your hand and held it to your forehead, making sure you didn’t imagine it.
You lifted your head to the sound of your name being yelled at, seeing Robin clumsily fly down the hallway towards you. In her path, she pushed a kid or two out of her way. When she reached you, she gripped her hands onto the upper parts of your arm and pushed you into your locker.
“Did I just see that with my own eyes?” Her eyes were the size of saucers.
“I... think so?” Using one of your hands to cover the heat that blanketed your cheeks from embarrassment. Your pulse raced through your veins.
“I expect everybody here did.” There was a colossal grin on her face as waved her arms around. You reciprocated. “I told you so. I.told.you!” She slapped your arm repeatedly.
“Shut up” the highest squeal came out of your mouth as your two giggled like the school girls you were.
Robin placed her arm around your shoulders. “Off to lunch?”
“Onward, ho” you lifted your arm and pointed toward the cafeteria.
Both of you were still laughing as you walked into the lunchroom. Nothing implied to be out of the ordinary. Just the smell of the bland lunch food and mid-day teen odor. Glancing over at the Hellfire table Eddie wasn’t sitting in his usual spot. Gareth and Jeff were play-wrestling at the head of the table. You look at the rest of the Hellfire crew and the boys just sat there laughing. Mike and Lucas cheering them on. But you also noticed your little brother wasn’t there as well.
A moment later the doors by the stage burst open from the outside.
“HOLY SHIT!!, MUNSON’S ON THE ROOF,” the panicked teen announced. “I THINK HE’S GONNA JUMP!” The kid turned his heels and ran back outside.
There was a sudden murmur that echoed throughout the cafeteria. Kids rapidly shot up from their seats and rushed to the parking lot. Bodies pushed each other as they forced themselves through the double doors.
“What the fuck did he just say?” Without waiting for a response from Robin, you dropped your backpack onto a table and ran with the rushing crowd.
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It was finally the summer of ‘85. The last glorious summer before your final year of high school. This was supposed to be the summer of a lifetime. But no, your friends weren’t able to do anything since they were too busy having lives of their own. Nancy and Jonathan were interning at the paper. Robin and Steve were at Scoops Ahoy. You couldn’t even do anything with Dustin cause he was at summer camp. So this just left you stuck at home, sitting on the couch, watching reruns of Bold and the Beautiful at 10 in the morning.
With nothing else better to do, you decide to go to the record store downtown and finally grab that copy of the new Talking Heads album and maybe surprise Dustine with the new Weird Al as well. Pulling into the parking lot, you noticed the familiar van that was Eddie’s. Parking beside him, you see his head banging, jamming out in the driver’s seat having a private little concert. Completely unaware of the world around him, just him enjoying whatever metal song he was listening to.
Stepping out of your car, you could hear the vibrations of the bass coming from the van. Closing your car door, you sauntered over to his van and tapped on the window. A high-pitched scream emanated from behind his window.
“Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie clutched his hand to his chest. Plumes of smoke burst through as he rolled his window down. “F…fuck Christ, Henderson”
“That’s my name.” Suppressing your laugh, sputtering like an old water faucet, you leaned in and placed your head into your palms. “Don’t wear it out,” Eddie heaved as he caught his breath. The van smelled very much of weed, tobacco, and summer sweat.
Eddie shakily grasped at your arm. “Please, don’t you ever do that again. You damn nearly gave me a heart attack.” He wiped the sweat off his brow. “Jesus.. fuck”
“You’ll survive.” You placed your hand into his hair and ruffled it. “See you around, Munson.”
While walking to the entrance of the record shop, you heard Eddie call after you.
“Hey, Henderson, doing anything later?” Turning around, you see him propping himself against his van, another cigarette hanging between his lips. He never looked so hot, no pun intended, but also all pun intended. He glistened from the summer heat, hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. It was then you noticed he wore a cropped version of his Hellfire T-shirt, jeans that hung low around his waist, showing the band of his boxers, and a pair of high-top Reeboks. Eddie was a vision, making your mouth slightly water.
“Uh… Probably just gonna listen to the new Talking Heads album I’m about to grab.“ You hovered your hand above your eyes, blocking the sun. “Why?”
“So nothing?” Smoke came out of his nose as he spoke. “I was just thinking. Uhh… I got nothing else today either. If you .. like, I dont know, wanna hang? We can listen in my van.”
About an hour later, you and Eddie sat at the back of his van, feet dangling over the bumper, a beer in hand. Watching the waters of Lover’s Lake lap up onto the shore and how the trees swayed with the warm breeze. Talking Heads played low in the background. The temperature was a smidge cooler but still humid.
“So, tell me, Henderson. Why aren’t you with your crew?” At the corner of your peripheral, Eddie pulled something out of his crumpled leather jacket. A joint. He never looked more at peace doing something so simple as grabbing something from his jacket and then lighting up that something.
“Everyone decided this was the summer to figure out their lives and it excluded me.” You laughed lightly into your beer, taking a long swig. “Steve and Robin are working at an ice cream shop at the new mall. Nance and Jonathan are interning at the town paper. Can’t even bother my little brother cause the brat is away at camp. And Me? Zip. Zero. Nada. You?”
“Wait? You have a brother?” He tilted his head away from you and blew smoke.
“Ha, yea. He’s a super nerd, smart as all hell. Gives me whiplash most of the time. You’d love him. He plays DnD too. Mostly with his friends.” You scrunch your nose as the smell of the weed hits your senses.
“Sweet. Gotta meet the kid sometime. Teach him a thing or two.” Eddie unconsciously offers the joint your way. Again, this was the last summer of your last year and you were going to make it memorable in any way possible. You reached to take it from him.
“Shit, sorry.” he pulled his hand back. You rolled your eyes, taking it from him. It’s not like you ever smoked before. It’s just not very often.
You brought the joint to your lips and pulled. The smoke filled your mouth, the earthy yet subtle-fruity flavor coated your mouth. As you inhaled, a slight tingle sensation hit the back of your throat and burned going down to your lungs, making you cough violently.
“Ah, ya hit it too hard, sweetheart.” he chuckled, taking the ‘J’ from you. Using his other hand to pat your back. “You gotta breathe her in lovingly. Hold her like a lover you don’t want to let go of. Then you just inhale her into your lungs slowly so you won’t choke like you are now.”
He showed you how he did it. Eddie pressed the end to his pink lips and inhaled agonizingly slow. You watched him in admiration, not being able to take your eyes off his puffy lips. You had the sudden imagining of how they would feel against yours. Your heart skipped at the thought.
He held the smoke for about a second or two. His chest rose as he sucked in more deeply, letting the smoke fill his lungs. He lifted his chin and let the smoke swirl across the ceiling of his van. It was mesmerizing. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He nonchalantly leaned back into his hands, his cropped shirt rising a bit, showing off the happy trail that led into his boxers.
This had triggered something primal within you or something like it: a massive flood of adrenaline (or maybe arousal) shot through your veins like a bullet, giving you goosebumps. Suddenly, the temperature in the van rose, even if the back doors were open. You had to do something about it.
Without giving it much thought, you hopped out of the van, stripped off your shirt, throwing it behind you. Hitting him square in the face.
“What the…” with Eddie being surprised, he struggled with the shirt for a hot second. Taking this time, you ran towards the water, letting your shorts fall behind you, stepping over them. Standing there in your undies, hands on your hips, you turned to see Eddie’s face twist, hearing a guttural groan from him.
“You coming, Munson?” you laughed with a mischievous smirk on your face.
Without hesitation, Eddie scrambled with his belt buckle while trying to kick off his socks and sneakers. All the while, his chocolate eyes kept on you. Once he was able to unbuckle his jeans, he dropped trou, took a step forward, and tripped. Your mouth agape, a bubble of laughter spewed from your mouth.
Eddie looked up at you with a ferocity in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. Granted, this is also the first time you’ve ever really spent time with him, one on one. And it’s at Lover’s Lake, getting zooted out of your minds.
Eddie stood up, ripped his shirt off, and chased you to the waterline. As you reached the shore, you could hear the crunching of his feet against the pebbly ground. When he was finally a few feet away, you screamed with laughter. His arms wrapped around your body and tackled you into the water. The cool water instantly felt amazing on your hot skin as it engulfed you. Holding your breath as he dunked you under, you kicked the space beneath you, legs burning as you tried to find the surface. Finally breaching out of the water, you heaved for air.
Without giving you a moment, there was a sudden splash to your face. Wiping the water from your face, Eddie clapped at the water again, another rush of water sloshing over you.
“Oh, no you don’t!” You swam over and pounced onto his shoulders to try and dunk him, but failed miserably.
Your wet hands slipped from his shoulders. Luckily for you, Eddie turned his body the moment you tried to jump him and grabbed you. There was a pregnant pause, still laughing, as he held you a little longer than expected. Both of you stared into each other's eyes with your soaked hair plastered to your rosy cheeks, cool water dripping from your faces. The sunlight reflected upon the water droplets on Eddie making him look like a disco ball. Your breath quickened at his beauty.
And boy was Eddie fuuucking beautiful! You never realized till now how he had a small number of freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose and the tops of his shoulders. Or how his big, brown, puppy-dog eyes sparkled with the reflection of the sun on the water. Or how his cheeks were flushed red from the bright sun almost making him look like a metal version of Snow White. Then a sudden roaring sound of a jet-ski engine interrupted as they rode by.
“Thanks” You shyly looked away and pressed your palms against his chest to push off of him. Giving him a final splash in the process.
“Anytime, princess.” his tone is a little sullen as you move from him. Eddie's eyes were unwavering from you, lips slightly pouting.
Moments later, the two of you drifted on your backs, lazing about in the lake. The conversation was minimal with the occasional question or two popping up. The effects of the weed now hitting you along with the buzz from the beer. So right now? You were feeling incredible; like you were unsinkable. The water moved around your limbs in swirls, tickling your skin and adding to your already-spaced mind. The sensation of metaphorically floating and physically floating was something. It was like laying in infinity. Everything was light and wispy. The sun on the cool water sparkled brighter, cicadas screamed louder.
“How are we feeling there, Henderson?” Eddie asked, swimming over to you. You casually lifted your arm out of the water, giving him a thumbs up. It was then your stomach rumbled.
“Burgers,” you replied.
“Let's get some then.” Eddie chuckled. He flopped back over into the water for one last dip and swam to the shore. You followed.
The sun hung low across the horizon as you peered over the dashboard, wind flowed through your hair making the dry tendrils whip at your face. With the windows rolled down, your feet hanging out of the passenger side. Out of the corner of your eyes, Eddie was still shirtless as he looked forward at the road, his tongue resting on the top of his lips. His fingers mindlessly tap to the Dio song on the steering wheel.
Eddie turned his head to give you his signature crooked smile on his sun-kissed face. As your eyes meet, he noticed you tremble. Eddie patted the seat beside him, ushering you to move to him. You did as he silently asked, a warm glow rising up into your face.
“Come here” He mouthed your name as he pulled you into him. “You’re shivering.” Eddie wrapped his free arm around you. His hand rubs the sides of your arms, making your skin tingle with warmth. You feel Eddie’s breathing stagger beneath you. The constant rise and fall of his breathing lulled you into comfort. You nuzzled your head against his warm chest. Eddie tilted his cheek to the top of your head and pulled you in tighter.
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As the parking lot filled with students, you looked up to see Eddie on the roof of the cafeteria. His pocket bandana wrapped around his head. One foot leaned on the lip of the roof and his hand hovered over his brow scanning the crowd, making him look like a pirate searching for land.
“EDDIE! ARE YOU NUTS?” you screamed as your arms waved in the air. Eddie caught your attention. You’d never seen his face look so bright. His smile spread ear to ear, teeth showing.
Robin is still by your side. “What is he thinking? Has he gone clinical?”
“I… I don’t know.” You clutched at the sleeve of her jean jacket. No air was left in your lungs. Your heart raced with fear. What if he tripped? You couldn’t take it. Eddie was going to be the guy that would be the death of you one day. Like Robin had said, he truly had gone clinical.
Eddie raised his arms to the heavens and professed. “I, EDDIE THE FREAK MUNSON, HAVE HAD HIS HEART STOLEN BY A FAIR AND BEAUTIFUL MAIDEN OF HAWKINS!” Eddie screamed your name, animating his arms wildly towards you.
You heard the murmured awws and eww’s from the girls surrounding you. The crowd turned their heads to you. You kept your gaze on Eddie trying to avoid the looks of anyone around you.
Time felt frozen; it was you and Eddie. No one else. A never forgotten memory. Maybe a story that would be told at your future wedding or a tale told to your future children. You never saw yourself as the type to think about such things. Especially with everything that has happened in the last couple of years with the Upside Down. You always scoffed at the idea of girls who fantasized about their dream futures with their dream man. But in this fleeting moment, it was an all-consuming thought.
You imagined the both of you owning a small record store on the Lower East side of New York City, near the mecca that was CBGB or living in LA to avoid the harsh winters of Indiana. Perhaps even touring the world with Corroded Coffin. You also envisioned Eddie playing with your kids, pushing them on the swings, or chasing them across the park lawn as they laughed loudly.
Who knew what this future held now that the floodgates seemed to have opened? Hopefully, nothing world-turning will ever happen again.
“Oh, my god! That is so sweet” One girl said
“So romantic” another fawned.
“Who’s he talking about?” another asked.
“DUSTIN! PULL!” Eddie yelled as he lowered his arm and pointed down towards your brother. You looked over to your right to see Dustin, with the rope clutched in his hand. The Hellfire crew stood near him looking at you with the biggest grins on their faces. There was a swift whoosh and a huge white tarp-sized sheet that dropped over the side of the roof. Various little yelps scattered throughout the crowd.
Your eyes focused on the bright sheet, seeing red and black paint splattered amongst it. With a bit more focus, you read what he designed in the red paint.
‘WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH A FREAK LIKE ME?’ It had been crudely painted with bats flying over a castle tower.
You couldn’t describe how you felt at that moment. Your body buzzed and your heart leaped within your chest. Your mind went a million miles an hour. Your every thought bouncing wildly in your head like a pinball, making you feel lightheaded. It could also be from all the blood your heart was rapidly pumping through your veins. Your knees wobbled, almost wanting to give out under you.
“WHAT SAY YOU, PRINCESS?” Eddie shouted into his hand.
“Why don’t you ever do anything like that for me?” The girl to your right moaned to her boyfriend. She crossed her arms over her chest and stomped away, leaving her boyfriend with his mouth agape.
Random students nudged you on the shoulders for a response.
“Come down!”
“What are you going to say?”
“Why haven’t you answered yet?”
“Jump!”
Robin saw the panic in your body language, grabbed your hand, and gave you a reassuring squeeze. You looked down at your hand holding it tight, squeezing her back. While your other hand fidgeted with the hem of your sleeve.
You’ve always suspected that Eddie could be a secret and hopeless romantic. But once again, he always exceeded all expectations. In the back of your mind, you held onto those memories of him at the party, the summer before, and just recently kissing you on the head.
Your knight in dirty denim.
Looking back up at Eddie, your other hand raised to your mouth and screeched, “GET OFF THE ROOF AND I’LL TELL YOU!” you replied gleefully.
Eddie jumped from the ledge, causing more yelps from the people, and disappeared.
“You’re, obviously, saying yes, right?” Robin leaned into you. You gave her a slight shrug of your shoulders. Looking away, you chewed on your nails in anticipation of Eddie’s return from the roof.
“And you!” You turned a false anger towards Dustin, stomping your feet along the way. His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. He looked to his left and looked to his right. His friends stepped aside to cower from you. “You knew?!”
“I..I.. uh” Dustin stammered trying to avoid eye contact with you. You prodded your finger into his chest.
“You fucking knew… this whole time?” Your hands landed on his shoulders and shook him. Dustin’s eyes finally dropped to your face and stared at you. His cheeks glowed red as the small crowd watched and laughed as you belittled your little brother.
“We all…” Gareth tried to interrupt.
“Shut it, Gareth,” eyes shooting daggers his way. He could only look away. “I’m talking to him. Explain yourself!” returning your attention to Dustin.
“I mean… Not.. I tried..” for once in his life words faltered from him. “If you j… just opened your door.”
You squint your eyes at him, a smile rising on your face, pulling him in for a surprise hug. Roughly planting kisses all over his curly headed-mop.
“You… kiss… are the... kiss… best… brother…” Dustin tried to push you away, but you overpowered him. “kiss… ever!!”
“Stop!” He continued to struggle as he swatted at you. “It!”
A few long moments later, Eddie blasted his way through the cafeteria doors, heavily huffing and puffing. He still kept a smile on his gorgeous face.
‘He really needs to stop smoking.’ you thought.
Eddie was an anxious, sweaty mess as he walked towards you, hands on his hips as he grasped for air. Once again, in this bubble, this moment only belonged to the two of you. As he neared, your pulse raced even more than it was already. You nervously shifted from one foot to the other. When your eyes met, heat filled your cheeks as you chewed the inside of your cheek. You probably looked like a ripe tomato by now.
“Mr. Munson, Ms. Henderson.” the principal interrupted the moment. “You two, with me, Right! Now!”
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lips of an angel
master list
pairing eddie munson x fem! reader
summary after a summer long affair with eddie the freak gets drunk and calls reader while she's with her boyfriend.
"This is, this is fucking stupid."
Eddie mumbled to himself as he struggled to dial the phone and light a blunt. He had gotten drunk and drunk Eddie does stupid things like get jealous over a girl who isn't fully his.
"Hello?"
The sound of her voice was like an angel and hearing it made goosebumps break out on his arms and his heart beat just a little faster.
"Y/N it's, it's Eddie."
"Eddie? Why are you calling?"
He couldn't really give her an answer to that one. Why was he calling? He missed her. Needed her.
"Are you drunk?"
He ignored how her voice lowered drastically before taking a hit.
"I need to see you. I miss you."
Y/N scoffed then the sound of shuffling could be heard before she spoke again in another whisper, "I can't talk now, James is here. I have to go-"
"Goddamnit why do you, why do you even bother with him? I am so much cooler than him and, and I'll treat you the way you deserve."
"Eddie-"
"And you know I would 'cause I love you and I know you love me."
She was silent so in his drunk and semi high state, he took it as a sign to keep talking.
"Say it." Eddie took another hit before chewing on his bottom lip, "Please, I just, I just need to hear you say it."
The silence over the line was all but deafening, Eddie swore he could hear both of their hearts beating together in a rhythm.
"I do." Y/N's voice was so quiet he had barely missed it with his mind in such a fog. "I do love you but, it's just not a good time right now."
"Why can't I just be enough for you?" Eddie caught himself asking, pretty damn bold of him getting so hung up on a girl.
It didn't used to be like that; he remembered when it started, at first they would just steal a few glances from each other across the lunch room all while his arm was around her.
Then she had approached him, twisting her hair between her fingers and ever so sweetly asking, "You're Eddie right?" Next thing he knew the two of you had ditched 6th period to have sex in his van, which was enough for Eddie for a while but then you would stay a little longer after each time, giving him the opportunity to learn more about you and vise versa.
His heart would swell at the sight of you then immediately crack once he saw James, every damn time. What he wouldn't do to be in his shoes. So he did proceed to wonder,
"Why can't I just be with you? The only one with you?"
Y/N had started to answer but Eddie could hear James ask in the background who was on the phone, "Oh uh no one, wrong number."
The dial tone shattered his heart.
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eddie munson ; jealousy headcanons
genre : fluff
pairing : eddie munson x gender neutral reader
disclaimer : mentions of making out
author's note : request i received from wattpad! established relationship!
⋆ now let me tell this man has a LITERAL jealousy problem going on. eddie is so insecure of himself but of course, would rather die than to ever admit that to you. he's trying to display this "snarky, sarcastic, funny, tough guy" persona for you but you know how eddie is already like.
⋆ this man would literally get so jealous over someone talking to you like, if he's eating and watching you in the distance talking to someone else, this man will be stabbing his poor broccoli over and over from frustration (random headcanon that eddie loves broccoli and veggies just because). would instantly get up to go to you once the broccoli is like in a million pieces.
⋆ "well, what do we have here?" he'd clap his hands while still swaying towards you, literally giving the person talking to you a diminishing look. he would literally belittle the poor person trying to have a normal conversation with you😭. forcing an unhinged laugh coated with sarcasm or just start up a new conversation with you, his hand already wrapping around your shoulders before you could piece together what he's doing.
⋆ if you someone is already talking to you while he's next to you, he'll be giving them a "hello, i'm here too what the fuck" look. he'd tighten his grip that he has on your waist or if his arm is around your neck, you can feel him pulling you closer to him.
⋆ eddie will literally be the most annoying, obnoxious man ever if someone is trying to attempt a conversation with you around. he'll be giving a lot of fidgeting looks and literally just whistle, blatantly attempting to make the other person feel as though they're disinteresting (he loves putting people in their places and humbling in general😭).
⋆ if you catch on, feel free to tease the fuck out of him. he'll be embarassed for acting this way but again, proudful a bit that anyone that flirts with you can never truly have you since you're already his.
⋆ "are you jealous?" "what? no, no, no.." his voice would be so squeaky as those last 3 words trail off into the air. he's not really even attempting to hide his blatant jealousy, he actually likes and prefers it when you notice how he feels for you.
⋆ now, if someone is flirting to you with him near you, eddie will not hesitate to fucking go off on them. a stream of curses let out of his lips, his knuckles are going white and he's mf ready to bloody his rings. eddie already has that scary aura around him, it won't be long until the person starts scampering off in fear.
⋆ eddie is genuinely considering beating the shit up on them so really, the only way to calm him down is just pepper a lot of kisses on his face so he forgets the entire ordeal (he doesn't). but it does help calm him down.
⋆ after that, if you're comfortable he'd start being much more affectionate with you in public. sitting down? you're planted on his lap. his hands aren't leaving your shoulder and waist anytime soon, and handholding is more apparent between you two now. draw circles around his hand or rings (he loves when you draw on both to be honest) to calm him down.
⋆ especially when you're around steve, that's when eddie paused and realized he has a serious jealousy issue. like, steve could just be striking up a casual conversation with you about frogs or anything that's remotely stupid and eddie feels so provoked. definitely because of that fuckboy thing that steve used to have.
⋆ he'd be sending death glares to steve and inspecting his every movement as in case steve would attempt something on you. would literally blurt to steve in mid sentence, "are you trying to steal my girl (boyfriend, lover)?" he'd be more of a bitch to steve than he used to be like, (if you're comfortable) he'd be making out with you in front of steve, and steve is "bro 🧍 you really gotta do this in front of me?" like, his lips are already on yours before you could greet steve.
⋆ and what have we learned today? jealous eddie is fucking hot.
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Reading Eddie Munson fics make me realise that some people don’t have any idea what having curly hair is like.
Those people are lucky and I hate you…
It’s probably not soft. And no way you can run your fingers through it. AND YOU’D NEVER DRY BRUSH IT!!! (although it’s the 80s & big hair was in so dry brushing curly hair was probably done - especially for us white people who have no idea how to care for our hair bc we’re supposed to have straight hair so we just do whatever to it. My mum dry brushed my hair for so many years when I was a kid & my hair was shorter but then it got longer & hurt too much so we stopped & it’s only been within the last year or 2 that I’ve been using decent products and taking care of my hair by only washing it once a week & using a satin bonnet thing at night when I need it to stay looking nice.
Anyway…
Has anyone done an Eddie x reader fic where the reader is basically Chrissy but the reader lives?
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Private Viewing
Camboy!Eddie Munson x fem reader
Word Count: 6.8k
What happens when your favorite camboy is in your class? You should stop watching his content... or should you? What happens when you are eventually paired together for a project? Everything will be just fine, won't it?
Warning: 18 +. This is pure fucking filth. Spit, masturbation (m and f), use of vibrators and fleshlight, choking, multiple orgasms, squirting, oral (f reviving), fingering, voyeurism? Soft!dom Eddie, tell me if I'm missing anything.
Thank you @lesservillain for giving me this wonderful idea. 💗 and @munson-blurbs for figuring out if I should do this for Steve or Eddie and for helping give me a title💗.
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Nothing but slick sounds filled your room, the occasional deep moan calling out from your laptop speakers accompanying your own sweet cries. The guy on the screen, Ed as he called himself, or DungeonMaster as he was known on Only Fans and Twitter, was fisting his cock in his heavily ringed hand. He was putting on a show for more than ten thousand viewers but the way he stared down the camera with those dark eyes made you think he was watching you, fucking his hand to the way you were pumping your fingers in and out of your soaking wet pussy.
You had stumbled upon his Twitter three months ago and he immediately captured your eye. The way his tattoos wrapped around his pale skin, how he wasn’t all lean muscle like the other OF guys, his tummy by no means a six-pack but he still looked strong enough to sweep you off your feet with ease. His moans were heavenly and so was the deep timber of his force as he praised you through the thirty-second video clip. It was all enough to convert you from your usual consumption of smutty books to the infamous Only Fans sight.
Since then, his streams and videos have become the one and only thing you get off to. And like then, tonight was no exception.
You were so close to the edge, Ed’s moans spurring you on. Your fingers move at an almost inhuman pace in and out, in and out.
“Rub that clit for me, baby. Need you to cum.” He groaned, head resting on his shoulder as he continued you pleasure himself.
“Fuck!” You gasp as you rub your clit with your free hand. Your rhythm is horribly off but it doesn’t matter, you are so close to cumming. So so so close. “Please,” you beg out into your empty room. You aren’t too sure why or what you are pleading for. More friction? More fingers? More words of encouragement from him? Maybe you’re asking to cum?
It’s like he had heard you through the screen as he moaned out, “That’s a good girl. Just like that. Doing so well for me. You gonna cum baby? Yeah? Me too. Want me to count for you?” He nods his head lazily. “I knew you would baby. Okay. Five.”
You want to cry.
“Four.”
The strings tugging inside you are becoming taut.
“Three.”
You feel like you’re going to explode. He’s counting too slowly.
“Two.”
The tears are flowing now.
“One.”
You let out a strangled scream.
“Cum baby. Do it, now.”
Your walls clench around your fingers and your legs snap shut, trapping your fingers. Every muscle in your body is shuddering as those strings snap and your release comes out in a stream, wetting your hand and the bed. Your hearing has gone, there’s a ringing in your ears but you can faintly hear Ed cumming as well.
With watery vision and slow movements, you turn to face your laptop screen just in time to see his tattoo-covered chest painted with milky white ropes of cum.
When the ringing subsides you hear him say more clearly, “Thata girl. Always make me cum so much.” He takes a towel and wipes off his chest and stomach before adjusting the camera view to the shoulders up. “Get you some rest baby, I’ll see you on Thursday.”
And then the live is over.
Slowly, sluggishly, you remove your hands from between your legs and begin the now regular clean-up routine before going to bed.
…
Three days later, Thursday rolls around, and thus begins the fall semester of your junior year of college. It’s a groggy morning, everyone is tired and very unenthusiastic about having an 8 a.m. advanced music composition class.
You had struggled to get out of bed at six this morning just to get one of the dorm showers first before they were all taken up. Luckily two of the five were open and you were able to get to class a whole twenty minutes early, even having time to grab coffee at the on-campus Starbucks on the way.
The music building was old and the tables you and your fellow students sat at were even older. It all added to the sleepy ambiance. Your eyes drooped and you yawned every time someone else did, the black coffee you had chugged not doing anything for you.
You’re only awoken when your professor, a stout old man with a very severe receding hairline, slams open the door to the classroom a little too hard and it hits the brick wall, creating a loud, startling bang.
He apologizes before making his introduction. He then gets out a clipboard with a sheet attached and hands it off to a girl in the front row, instructing everyone to fill in their name and school email for his role sheet.
It’s only once you’ve finished and passed the clipboard on, that you notice the guy two seats down from you looks vaguely familiar. You can’t quite put a finger on it and it bugs you.
His hair is pulled back into a messy bun and his clothes make him look like the alternative guy of your dreams back in high school. He’s got rings on almost every finger and an aura that just screams confidence.
It begins to become a problem, your inability to place this guy's face. You’ve only taken a handful of notes the entire first hour and thirty minutes into this two-hour class. Your eyes are constantly staring at him no matter how hard you try to make yourself pay attention.
Then, he raises his hand to answer one of your professor's questions. That’s when it clicks. Your pen falls from your grasp and your mouth forms an O.
“Oh my fucking god. No. It can’t be.” You think to yourself but just to be sure you take out your phone, turn the brightness and volume down, and hide it under the table. You open Twitter as fast as you can and you don’t even have to look for his user, he’s the first post on the screen.
Ed @ DungeonMaster86 was boldly displayed above a picture of the guy sitting next to you with his massive dick in his hand.
It’s a wonder you weren’t caught with how you practically choked on thin air and began furiously looking from your phone to the guy and then back to your phone.
Your stomach drops. You can’t keep watching his videos, can you? That wouldn’t be right. That would be weird, watching the porn your classmate makes.
When class is finally called to an end you pack up as quickly as you can and bolt out the door to your next class, hoping that by getting away from Ed, you'd be able to concentrate. Out of sight, out of mind.
That statement turns out to be false when he is in your next class and when you spot him in the student commons talking with another guy. It's like once you made the connection of who he was, he was everywhere.
…
Arriving back at your dorm, you throw your backpack on your desk, snatch your laptop out of it, and struggle to jump up onto your bed. Never had you been so thankful for the single dorm than this moment as your curser hovered over the bookmarked Only Fans page at the top of your screen. No roommate meant no one would see the moral dilemma you were currently losing with yourself.
‘You know him, it’s wrong to keep watching his videos.”
‘What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him though. The only way he would know you are watching is if you tell him, you aren’t going to tell him, are you?’
‘No…’
‘Then it’s okay, it’ll just add an extra element of taboo to his streams. Plus, he’d miss you in the chat.’
You sigh as the devil on your shoulder wins out once again, talking you into something you know you shouldn’t be. But hey, it feels good to be bad.
Steadily, you click on his bookmarked profile and the first thing to pop up is the live stream that is currently in session. And against your better judgment, you enter the stream.
He’s only just started, people are slowly filtering in. Ed is sitting on the edge of his bed, shirt off, and a singular, ringed hand teasing himself through his black jeans.
You breathe a sigh as he looks into the camera, eyes half-lidded, luring you in. It does the job, because in an instant your fingers are typing out a message in chat.
Princess23: hi Ed
His eyes flicker as he reads his messages, smiling as he replies to you. "Hi, Princess. How's my girl been?"
There's a bubble of excitement at the fact that he recognizes your username, even if you've been a regular in the chat for months.
Princess23: stressful… you've been distracting me.
The reply to his question is truer than he realizes.
"Aww, princess, is that so? You've been thinking of me?" He leans back on his free elbow, still groping himself with the other hand.
Princess23: yes. been thinking about your cock, how much I want it in my mouth.
It's one of the less bold comments you make but it makes you blush all the same, especially now.
"Yeah? You want me to fuck that pretty little mouth? Of yours?"
Princess23: yes please
"Mmm." He hums, fingers now fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans.
You set your laptop to the side and start to situate yourself. Slowly taking your clothes off one by one.
Ed replies to a few more comments before announcing that it's time to start.
He leaves the screen for just a moment before coming back with something in his hand. Smirking at the camera he shows it. A flashlight in the shape of a mouth.
"This one’s for you, Princess. Since you need my dick so bad," Ed explains. He sets it on his bed before making a show of taking his jeans and boxers off.
As you watch, your hands roam your body. Fingers pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipples before trailing down. The light touch over your ribs makes you giggle. Then you rub and scratch at the inside of your thighs.
Ed's moans are now coming through your speakers, you tilt your head to watch.
"Spit on my cock baby, get it nice and wet for me." He commands before spitting in his own hand and rubbing it on his thick length.
"Your mouth looks so pretty like this, waiting, drooling for me. Need me to fill it so bad don't you, baby?"
"Yes." You answer him breathlessly, fingers teasing around your mound.
You watch and he sits back down on his bed, thighs spread, a hand cupping his balls and the other grabbing the fleshlight. He lets out a long, drawn-out moan when he inserts his cock into the fake mouth.
"Fuck baby, your mouth feels so perfect."
You can't help but whine. Allowing your fingers to finally circle your clit.
The both of you go one like this for a bit. Him fucking the fleshlight and you massaging your clit. But then you need more, more than your hand can give you. So you reach to your bedside table, stretching at an uncomfortable angle to open the drawer and pull out the purple mini wand you kept there.
The vibrations start slow and constant as you press the toy to your clit. It pulls soft, quiet noises from you as you watch your computer screen. Your mind is blank, filled only with the pretty sounds Ed is making, the way his body looks, and the pleasure between your legs.
There are no thoughts. You follow his lead. When his hand speeds up, you kick up the vibrations, when he slows down, you turn the vibrator back to the first level.
It's a rollercoaster, almost, taking your pleasure for a ride. The stream isn't even done yet when you feel that tight pull in your abdomen. The toy works you up fast.
So you stop. Taking the toy away and changing positions. On your hands and knees, you hug a pillow to your chest and prop the toy up under you, keeping it standing as you push your clit down onto it. It's not even on and it's making your hips buck in sensitivity.
You turn it back on and immediately feel the slick seeping from your cunt and running down the toy.
"Oh fuck," you cry. Your eyes locked on the screen where Ed has also changed positions.
He's got his own toy lying on the bed and he's laying over it. The way his leg and glute muscles contract as he thrusts into the toy has you memorized.
He chants, "Baby, baby, baby." Over and over. What you would give to have him chanting your name instead. Like a prearranged falling from his lips, praising you, worshiping you.
The need for him grows and so does the tightness in your core.
Reaching your hand down you turn the speed up. Your hips buck into the toy and you bury your face in the pillow. You're close.
He’s not far behind. Peering up from your pillow you can see his thrusts are sputtering. Sporadic as he draws close to his end.
“God dammit, baby. Gonna cum in this perfect mouth of yours. Fuck. Can you swallow it like the good pet you are? Hum? The good pet I know you can be?”
“Yes.” You turn up the vibrator. “Fuck, wanna swallow all of you. Please.”
The vibrations are becoming too much but you keep the toy pressed into you, hips shaking at the feeling of being overstimulated.
Without warning, you cum with a guttural cry into your pillow. Body spasming, muscles twitching. You can still hear Ed moaning and the sloppy sounds of his cock fucking the fleshlight.
With barely any energy you reach down between your heavy body and the bed and turn your toy off. You don’t even bother with your computer, too exhausted and fucked out to exit the stream. You fall asleep to the sounds of your new classmate's self-pleasure.
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It’s October now. The semester is halfway over and you’ve still been watching Ed, or Eddie. You learned his actual name in class when your professor called role on him by name the second week.
Today you are being assigned a partner for the final project. You have your fingers crossed that Eddie won’t be chosen as your partner but as your professor calls out pairs, it seems luck is against you.
You freeze when your name is called and directly after so is Eddie’s. You groan internally. How the hell are you supposed to do this? You already have trouble concentrating when he sits two seats away, what’s going to happen when he actually interacts with you?
There isn’t much time to think about that as he abruptly moves from his seat to the one directly next to you.
“Hi.” He says, eyes bright and expectant. “I’m Eddie.” He holds out his hand for you to shake but you just stare at him. He looks at you curiously before waving his hand in front of your face. “Hello? Cat got your tongue?”
You snap out of your stupor and accept his hand, shaking it as you introduce yourself. “Sorry. I was a bit out of it.” You say, trying to play it off as you just staring off into space.
“No problem.” He smiles. “Uh, do you want to exchange numbers so we can figure out when we can work on this together?”
“Oh, yeah. Here,” You open your phone and push it to him with the messages app open. “You can text yourself.”
He does just that, even going as far as putting in his contact name as Eddie with the skull and crossbones emoji beside it.
“Great. I’ll text you when I’m free. I have work on Mondays and Thursdays, sometimes on Saturdays, but other than that I’m usually free.”
You nearly choke when you realize he’s given you his streaming schedule. “I- uh. Okay. Just text me when you can.”
"Sure thing sweetheart." He grins at you before standing, grabbing his things, and heading out of class along with the rest of the students.
You sit there for a minute, thinking. God, what are you getting yourself into?
…
You both have finally come up with meeting times that work for both of you. Tuesday and Wednesday after seven. Giving you time to get to the school library after the closing shift at your on-campus job.
It’s been two weeks of working together on this project and it’s been easier than you had originally thought to concentrate on the task at hand and keep your dirty thoughts at bay.
Right now, you are both sitting in one of the private study rooms looking at Eddie’s computer as he explains why this particular cord progression would fit with the emotions you are trying to convey in your composition.
You sigh, “Eddie, as much as I love that sound, I really don’t think it fits with the overall composition of the song. It isn’t as emotionally charged as I’d like it to be.”
“Well show me something similar to what you’re wanting.” He rakes his hand through his hair. It’s been a long night for each of you. It seems that every new section of the song you are creating for the project gives you a new challenge to work through together.
You pull out your phone and Eddie leans over to watch as you begin to type. There is a particular song you are thinking of that has the weight and emotion you are trying to convey with your own music and as you type the first letter of the song, O, the first suggestion that pops up is onlyfans/DungeonMaster.
Mortified, you slam your phone down on the table. Eddie looks at you with an eyebrow raised.
“What was that?” He asks.
“What was what?” You answer.
“Why did you slam your phone down?”
“Oh, I just forgot the title of the song.”
“Right…” He scratches under his chin and then stretches back in his chair. “Why don’t we call it quits for tonight? It’s getting late and we aren’t going to agree on anything if we’re both tired.”
A yawn suddenly comes up out of nowhere and you then realize how tired you actually are. “That sounds good to me.” You agree with Eddie and begin packing up your things. You don’t want to be with him longer than you need to be right now, even if he seemingly didn’t notice his OF user pop up on your phone screen.
“Bye Eddie.” You wave to him on your way out the door.
Faintly you hear him call out to you, giving a goodbye of his own. "See ya, sweetheart."
…
After your little slip, you began avoiding Eddie. At least in person, you still tuned into his streams. You bailed on the next three meetups you had planned, helping only through voice notes and text. Eddie said he understood when you said your boss was forcing you to stay late to deep clean.
It was Thursday now and when you saw him in class he barely looked your way and you wondered if he had seen what you hoped he had not.
You tried stopping him once your lecture was over, feeling an anxiousness creeping into your mind. Your conscience had been telling you to come clean. To explain your perversion. Let him know you watched him, that you paid to enjoy seeing him fuck into a toy or his hand.
You called out his name and reached for his arm. "Eddie."
He turns to you. "Hum?"
You take a deep breath to ground yourself. "I wanted to say sorry for not being able to come help with the project."
"It's okay, you said you had work." He replies, unbothered.
"No, Eddie, I didn't get held back at work. That was a lie."
He doesn't look all too surprised.
"I've kinda been avoiding you because- well, because of what I think you might have seen on my phone that day."
Eddie stops you there. "Can this wait until later? I've really got some errands to run before work."
"Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry to keep you Ed." You had meant it as a nickname but as it came pushing past your lips it was too late to take it back. You had never heard anyone call him that outside of his onlyfans.
You watched as his eyes widened at the name and a spark went off behind them. "I'll see you later sweetheart." The smirk he gives you isn't the usual playful one you'd seen him throw before. No, this was sinister, like he knew.
Your heart fell into your stomach as you watched him walk away, leaving you alone.
Tonight as you logged into the stream, it wasn’t to get off. It was to see if he'd show any signs of knowing you might be lurking about among the thousands of viewers.
When the video loads, Eddie is sitting in his desk chair. He's talking to the chat like he always does. There's something different in the atmosphere around him, mischief if you've placed it correctly.
He keeps replying to comments until the clock reaches 6:10. It's time for the show to begin.
"Tonight I have a very special treat for you guys." Eddie starts as he reaches over just off camera to his desk. "I've got the wand out."
The chat erupts. Eddie doesn't bring his vibrator out often, but when he does, you know it's going to be a good show for every party involved.
"I would also like to say hello to a special quest in the stream tonight." Eddie’s smirk gets bigger and your heart pounds in your chest. "Hi, sweetheart. Hope you enjoy yourself."
You feel like you've been shot. There's a ringing in your ears and your breathing has stopped.
He knows. Fuck. He definitely knows. You've never heard him say that pet name on camera. It's always babe or baby when he refers to the collective whole watching the stream. Eddie has only ever used that name with you.
Eddie starts up the vibrator, tracing it over his covered cock. He hums at the feeling, loud and long.
You clench your thighs together. You tell yourself you should stop watching but you can't bring yourself to.
'He knows." You argue with yourself.
'But he wants you to watch. Why else would he say his pet name for you? Why else would he say he hopes you enjoy yourself? He knows and he likes it.'
The devil on your shoulder makes sense again and you curse it.
So, you watch. Intently, you watch. Your eyes never leave the screen.
Eddie whimpers once he has his cock out of his pants. The tip is a deep purple/red color, showing how worked up he's gotten already.
He lets his head fall back, resting on his chair as he moves the vibrator down to his balls. He presses it into himself before dragging it up his shaft and to the head.
You feel a wetness seeping into the cotton of your panties and as his legs widen, yours press together more.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck, sweetheart." Eddie moans, mouth open slack and eyes squeezed shut.
You can't believe he's saying your pet name and making those noises. You wonder what he's thinking about. How you'd look sucking on his cock? Maybe what it would be like to be pounding into you, watching your cunt suck him in and clench around him.
Eddie grits his teeth when he turns the speed up. One hand is holding the vibrator just at the frenulum while the other is cupping and squeezing his balls.
Your thoughts are running wild and your hips have started to rock in search of some kind of friction.
He moves his hand from his balls and begins to tug on his shaft. Deep guttural moans fill the air, and the sound of them turns you on even more.
It's not long before Eddie is bucking his cock into his hand. You can see his muscles straining in his legs as he does.
"Fuck fuck fuck- ah fuck sweetheart, you've got me so close. Fuck." His voice is pinched. You can see the exhaustion in the furrow of his eyebrows as he pressed the vibrator over his tip, the change in placement making his hips shudder. “God, I’m gonna cum. The thought of you is gonna make me cum, sweetheart.”
Hearing his breathy, deep, timber of a voice say that the thought of you was going to do him in had you thinking you might just cum too. No touching required, just Eddie and his beautiful noises.
In a matter of seconds, Eddie is choking on his words as his balls go taut. He lets out a drawn-out grunt and ropes of cum begin to spurt out over his chest, covering him like a painting. He doesn’t even bother to clean himself up before he looks into the camera and says good night, chuckling when he mentions your particular pet name again. Then, the screen goes dark.
…
Fridays are slow in the used bookshop you work at. Especially after 4:30. No one had been inside in maybe an hour? Your boss left early, leaving you alone to close down at 6. For the past fifteen minutes, you’ve been putting misplaced books back where they belong, sweeping, and tidying up anything else you see.
Because of the usual slowness, you have your headphones on. The music isn’t loud but it does drown out the sound of the bell chiming as someone enters the building. You are unaware of the person creeping up behind you until you are suddenly turned around and corralled against the bookshelf.
You let out an alarmed screech only for your mouth to be covered by a big, warm hand. Your headphones fall to the floor beside you as they are accidentally knocked off your head. You hear his voice then, whispering in your ear.
“Hi, Sweetheart.”
“Eddie-” You heave, relieved it wasn’t someone coming to kill you in cold blood.
“Did you enjoy my show last night?” He leans back, caressing a strand of hair away from your face.
You shake your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You deny. Even after you had told yourself you would come clean to him, granted that was before you knew he knew your secret.
“You don’t know, do you? I think you do why else would my account have popped up on your search suggestions the other day?”
Keeping your mouth shut, you refuse to answer.
Eddie takes your chin between his fingers and moves your face to the side as he leans into you. His lips tickle the shell of your ear as he speaks again. “So… Which one of my subs are you? Hum?”
Your mouth opens but nothing comes out.
Eddie tuts. “Don’t get all shy on me. Tell me. Now.” His tone is dominating. It’s one thing to hear it over a computer speaker, it's another when you hear it in person. His presence alone had your knees knocking.
“I-I,” You can't help but stutter. “It’s Princess23.” You shamefully tell him your user, eyes looking anywhere but his.
He sucks in a breath. “Oh, Princess. That was you?”
He forces you to look at him and you nod your head.
You hate that he’s making you look him in the eye, but you can see what’s swirling around deep within them. Desire, lust, dominance, but nothing mean. Nothing hurtful.
As you watch him, you catch the minute changes in his expression. His jaw clenches and his eyes darken, a hunger taking over as he stares you down.
“I can give you a private show if you want, baby.” He leans back in. “Right here,” He nipps at your ear lobe. “Right now.”
“Eddie, we can’t… We’re at my work.”
He looks around you, head swiveling to peer down both ends of the aisle. “It’s fine Sweetheart, no one’s here but us, right?”
“Yes, but-”
He cuts you off with a finger over your lips.
“Then let me show you why the real thing is so much better than what you’ve seen online.” He doesn’t give you time to think before his lips are on yours.
They are soft, almost pillow-like as they mold against yours. His tongue slithers its way into your mouth, tasting you, he moans when he does.
To you, he tastes like menthol cigarettes and black coffee with the faintest hint of weed. It’s intoxicating, and addicting. You’ve only had one taste and now you won't be able to function without him.
His hand cups your cheek and pulls you closer. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tugging at his hair. His body keeps you pinned to the shelves and he spreads your legs by inserting one of his own between them.
With him being so much taller than you, it only takes you barely bending your knees for you to make contact with his thigh. You are thankful when he doesn’t stop you from humping his leg. The friction of you rubbing yourself against him has the seam of your pants pressing against your clit. It’s a wonderful pressure that leaves your mind blank.
When he pulls away, you follow, not wanting his mouth to leave yours. Eddie chuckles when you give a needy whine.
"It's okay baby, I'll give you what you want." He coos. "But first, since you wanna get yourself off, you've got to make yourself cum on my leg."
You pout. "But Eddie…"
"Ah ah, don't complain sweet girl, you'll only make it take longer. Now get to work."
You do as he says, rolling your hips with purpose against him. He doesn't help you at all, he only provides support and kissed along your jaw every few seconds as he watches you work.
It's harder than you thought it would be. The layers of denim dulled the sensations yet added to the tension your clit felt as the fabric rubbed against it.
"Mmm, fuck." You gasp, fingers gripping onto Eddie’s shoulders. "M'so close. Eddie, I'm so close."
He smiles at you and he gives your body gentle touches. "That's it, Princess. Let go. Being such a good girl for me."
You moan loudly at his praise.
"That right sweet girl, use me to get yourself off. That's it, keep going."
His words are spurring you on, your hips, although losing their rhythm and steadiness, keep going strong. Then, you feel it. That tautness in your tummy and the ache in your bones. You are so close.
"Please, Eddie. Ah- so close. Need more." Your words are short and your hips move faster.
"What is it, baby? What do you need?" Eddie asks, willing to give you just a little.
"Kiss me again," you beg.
He obliges. Taking your face in his hands and practically devouring you.
The canter of your hips stalls as your body shudders against him. A sticky wetness can now be felt, uncomfortably, between your legs.
"So good for me." He praises.
You can feel how hard he is, his needy cock prominently pressing into your thigh.
"Wanna feel you. Eddie please, I need to feel you." You're practically begging him to fuck you now.
"Yeah, sweet girl? You need me to stretch that pretty pussy on my dick? Make you feel so good, baby." He trailed his kiss down to your neck, stopping only to suck and nip at the sensitive skin.
You nod frantically. "Yes, yes Eddie. Need you inside me."
Hands rush to unbutton pants, fingers caress bare skin, breaths hitch. You tug at Eddie's pants impatiently as he pulls your own down. The sudden feeling of cold air hitting the pool of slick between your thighs.
You are both a whirlwind of arms and clothes and a few books falling from their shelf. Eddie’s fingers make their way to your center, exploring between your folds.
You throw your head back, cracking it on the shelf above. "Ow," You moan out in pain.
"Careful there, Sweetheart." He gives you another kiss and moves his unoccupied hand to cradle your head.
The pain is instantly forgotten when two of his thick fingers circle your clit before pushing into your entrance.
"Mmmm- god." He feels so good inside you, fingers curling into your walls. The wet slick of him moving fills the stagnant air of the bookstore.
"You're sucking me in, baby. Pussy squeezing me so tight." Eddie rests his forehead on yours, his breath mixing with your own. "Can't wait to feel you around my cock."
Gasping in response, you buck your hips up into his hand. "More-"
It doesn't take much convincing for Eddie to pull his hand from between your legs and position his hard length at your entrance. Slowly he slips inside, meeting no resistance with how wet you are.
Eddie pushes into you, cock stretching you out farther than you think you've ever been before. His one hand rests on the back of your head while the other pushes your shaking hand out of his way as he goes to press it against your neck.
You grasp his arm, nails scratching his skin as he chokes you.
"Oh- oh, Eddie. Fuck me." You cry, cunt fluttering around him.
Your words are music to his ears. His pace begins steadily. In and out at a lazy, leisurely speed. Then he picks it up, hips bucking faster and faster.
He's giving it all to you. Everything you've dreamed of since you saw him on your Twitter all those months ago.
The head of his cock is repeatedly hitting that one spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. You can’t keep yourself up. The feelings coursing through you have your knees buckling and Eddie does a good job at catching your weight.
He stops his movements to try and situate you. “Come on, baby, gotta stand up.”
You shake your head. “I can’t, s’too much.” Your heart is pounding in your chest, if you even tried to stand you would just fall again. “There's a couch.” You point to the back of the store. “It’s in the break room.”
Eddie grunts as he hoists you up in his arms and follows your directions.
The couch is old and made of leather. It is cold on your skin as Eddie lays you down and you shiver as he rips your pants and underwear from around your ankles. Never would you have ever imagined being naked from the waist down in your work break room.
In contrast to the cool leather, Eddie’s hands are searing hot. He grips the back of your knees, picking your legs up and spreading you out. You’re almost folded in half.
“Jesus fucking christ. You. Are. Beautiful.” He enunciated every word. The complement has you keening and clenching around nothing. “Fuck, look at that pretty cunt. She’s gaping for me.” Eddie smiles, eyes flickering to yours before looking back to your most intimate part.
You let out a wonton gasp when he spits, a glob of it falling right atop your parted slit. Eddie takes a hand away and grabs his cock. He rubs the tip through your folds, giving your clit a heavy tap tap tap before entering you again and grabbing the back of your knee again.
Eddie wastes no time in pistoning his hips into yours. The new angle gives him free range of movement to fuck you fast and deep. The skin of his thighs makes a sharp slapping sound when he connects with your ass, it sets the rhythm for the song of your shared moans.
“Pull your shirt up.” He commands and you do as he says. Lifting your shirt up and over your breasts. Eddie lets out an irritated grunt at the sight of your bra. “That too.” He puffs out and you pull it up as far as it will allow.
Your breasts bounce as Eddie fucks you mercilessly into the couch. His eyes are shamelessly trained on them. “Fucking hell, Princess. Gimmie our hands.”
You reach out for him and he grabs your wrists, guiding you to hold your legs back like he had been doing. With the newfound freedom of his hands, he extends them out to play with your tits. He pinches and tugs at your nipples, making you moan in pleasure as he continues his assault. His thrusts become faster, harder, more desperate. You know he's close and you can't take much more either.
“Eddie… Ah- Eddie-” You babble out his name. You wiggle under his hold and the harsh prodding of his cock into your cervix. The strings of another orgasm are being pulled tight.
He growls. “I know baby, I know. Fucking cum for me. Cum on my cock.”
Tears well up in your eyes and begin to overflow. Your body writhes, back bowing, muscles straining. You’re on the precipice.
Eddie sees how close you are and moves a hand down between your legs, circling his thumb over your slick-covered clit.
“Oooh- Oh fuck!” You scream. “Shit shit shit shitshitshitshit…. Ah!”
“Louder.” He moans. “Want the whole town to hear you sweet girl.”
“Eddie! Oh, I’m there. I’m fucking there.” You cry, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you let go. A scream erupts from your throat. Even in your ecstasy, you can feel Eddie’s tempo shift. He’s losing speed.
“Goddammit. I cumming too.” Eddie whimpers, sinking into you fully. His cum fills you up and you can fill you as it runs down your ass as he pulls out.
Your body is twitching as he moves you to lay more fully on the couch. He doesn’t follow though. No. He sinks to his knees and before your foggy mind can even comprehend it, he attaches his mouth to your pussy.
You are pliant under his touch, unable to resist. His tongue explores you and you moan in pleasure. He’s lapping up the mixture of his cum and your slick, humming at the taste the whole time.
You choke back a sob when his tongue flicks repeatedly over your clit before he begins to suck on the already abused bud. “Eddie, please.” Reaching down you tug on his hair but he doesn’t move. “Ed-” He starts shaking his head, burying himself in your pussy.
Another orgasm is quickly approaching. Your breathing quickens and you can feel your body trembling as he works you up, sending you higher and higher until you can’t take it anymore. Your orgasm hits you like a wave, and your body spasms in pleasure. He doesn't stop, continuing his ministrations until you finally come down from your high once more.
“Christ. You taste so good.” He says as he crawls up your spent body. Draping himself over you he places kiss after tender kiss all over your face. “Did so good for me. I’m so proud of you.”
“Yeah?” You whisper.
“Mhum. So proud.” He grins, the light of the room catching in the wetness covering him from nose to chin.
Eddie cuddles into you more and your eyes close. He’s exhausted you. You both lay there in silence, content in each other's presence. Eddie eventually falls asleep, his breathing slow and steady. You don’t have the heart or the energy to wake him. You stay awake, just barely, still in awe of what happened.
It feels like hours have gone by when you finally do shake Eddie, calling out to him softly. He stirs, grumbling as he looks up at you.
“Eds, baby, I need to lock up.”
He only rests his head back down between your breasts. You shake him again.
“Eddie.” You say it a bit more sternly. “Get up and I’ll let you take me back to yours.”
That gets his attention and he’s up and dressing himself in an instant. You on the other hand are slower, feeling the prominent ache between your legs. He has to help you pull your panties and jeans back on.
He has to help you close the store as well, your legs weak and not trusted to hold up your body weight without crumbling to the ground.
Never had you thought this was how this would end. Sitting in the passenger seat of your favorite camboy's car as he drives you to his apartment, grinning like the Cheshire cat as you both think of all the fun things you’ll get up to. Round two was bound to be wilder than the first.
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Food Poisoning | Eddie Munson x reader
Requested by anon / Summary: Eddie gets food poisoning from the school lunch and you have to take care of him.
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Eddie ate pretzels every day at lunch, not trusting the lunch the school provides. However, this is the first day he’d forgotten them and now was starving, his breakfast long gone.
“Eddie, come on you have to eat lunch. The food is good.” You try to persuade, “They have pizza, french fries, nachos, hamburgers,”
“No.” He shakes his head from beside you in the lunch line, “doesn’t look appealing.”
“Fine,” you sigh, “starve, you stubborn mule.”
Eddie’s stomach growled as he glanced over the food. He see’s a pb& j sandwich at the end, seems safe right? He shrugs grabbing one.
Now as he’s leaned over a toilet, vomiting the entirety of his stomach contents, he regrets the pb& J decision. It was most definitely not safe.
“this is why I eat pretzels!” He shrieks and then groans, leaning his forehead against his arm on the toilet seat.
“How was I supposed to know the pb&j was contaminated!” You defend, and grab a rag, wetting it to place on his neck.
He whimpers as another wave of nausea hits him, “I don’t like this.” His voice is small like a child.
“I’m sorry..” You rub his back, “It’ll be over soon. Your body has to get the toxins out.”
After what feels like forever, he finally stops vomiting and you help him to the bedroom and get him settled in bed. You turn to leave, “wait,” He grabs your hand, “Don’t leave me.” he pouts, “You’re the best doctor I’ve ever had.”
You laugh softly, “Baby I’m just going to get you a drink and a trashcan.”
“Oh.” He takes the rag off his forehead, “can you wet this again, it’s not cold anymore.”
You playfully roll your eyes, Eddie was such a baby when he was sick, a very needy baby. “yes.” You take the rag from him with a shake of your head and finish what you were going to do. You grab a drink from the fridge, wet the rag with cold water and bring his small trashcan to his bedside. You place the cold rag over his forehead.
“Anything else?” You ask with your hands on your hips.
He holds his arms open, looking at you with those with those large puppy dog eyes, “Lay with me?”
“I don’t think doctors are suppose to fraternize with their patients.” You tease, tossing your shoes to the side and settling in next to him.
“I won’t tell anyone if you wont,” He holds you close to him, closing his eyes.
It was quiet for a moment and you wondered if he’d fallen asleep. Peeking up at him he has a serious look on his face, deep in thought.
“This is why I eat pretzels.” He mumbles.
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