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Too Much in Common | Eddie Munson X F!Henderson!Reader

Summary: After Dustin brings Eddie home for a D&D campaign, you find yourself enjoying his company more frequently than expected.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: 18+ mdni, drug use (marijuana), smut, kinda automatic dubcon since they're both fried?, fingering, a lil praise, eddie’s just a lil obsessed

A/N: it hasn’t been explicitly stated yet but reader is adopted. hopefully i actually post a part two in a timely manner.

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The rumbling of Eddie’s van ceased in the Hendersons’ driveway as he turned the key back in the ignition. He was surprised, however, when the metal thrum of a guitar continued despite his radio now being off. Opening his door, he recognized “N.I.B.” by Black Sabbath and realized it was coming from inside, making his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

He made his way to the front door, not bothering to knock beforehand since Dustin was expecting him and the kid’s mom wasn’t home. “Since when did you get a taste in music, Henderson?” He called over the music blaring from the sound system in the living room. A door around the corner slammed open much more forcefully than necessary and the aforementioned freshman barreled out of his bedroom.

“It’s my sister!” He shouted back. “She said I could have you guys over while Mom is gone if I didn’t bitch while she was in charge, but APPARENTLY THAT MEANS MAKING ME GO DEAF!”

Eddie could just barely make out your muttered “oh please” as you entered from the kitchen. You turned down the volume until the sound could be considered background noise. “If anyone here is gonna go deaf, it’s me from your constant shrieking.” Distressed jeans hugged the curve of your waist perfectly and the Poison t-shirt you had on looked soft from numerous wears. He tried not to stare, but he was sure he looked like a cartoon character– bugging, heart-shaped eyes and jaw hitting the floor. He almost missed it when you acknowledged him. “Munson. I heard you were still running Hellfire. Didn’t realize you’d be coming today.”

Oh fuck. You knew him. You knew him? How did you know him? Of course, you had gone to the same school, everybody in Hawkins did, but he would remember meeting a girl like you. Would you be upset with him for not knowing who you are? God, already embarrassing himself and he hasn’t even started talk–

“Relax,” You snorted. “I was a grade under you at Hawkins and I was homeschooled my senior year. We never talked, I wouldn’t expect you to remember me. I’m pretty sure everybody knows about you, though.” And this is when you tell him to get out of your house and stay away from your kid brother because he’s a drug-dealing, Satan-worshipping freak. “It’s nice you’re still running the D&D club, sounds like everything else there gets worse every year.”

Some of the tension in his muscles slipped away and he realized he’d been subtly bracing himself. “Oh–” The doorbell rang and Dustin ran to get it, welcoming in Mike and Lucas who were already amicably bickering louder than necessary. Behind them trailed the two others they had ridden with, Jeff and Gareth if you remembered correctly. They seemed a little uncomfortable holding a session in a new house, but relaxed drastically when they set eyes on Eddie. “Uh– you guys can go ahead down to the basement with the freshmeat. I’ll be down in a sec, alright?” They nodded, waving politely to you before following the boys.

When they were gone, you and Eddie locked eyes again. “Seriously, I’m glad Dusty has someone watching out for him. He takes more shit than he deserves. Just try to be a good role model, alright? If I find out you give that kid Special K or some shit, it’s fucking over for you. Got it?”

“I would never let anything bad happen to those kids when they’re with me,” He spoke earnestly. “I’m gonna look out for them. If I’m ever gonna do anything right, it’s that.”

“I believe you, Munson.” You gave him a small smile and nodded towards the basement door. “You should probably get going. They can’t start the game without their dungeon master, right?”

An embarrassed flush fought its way up his neck to his cheeks as you turned towards the hall where your bedroom was. Before you could get more than a couple of steps though, he gently grasped your wrist. “Hey uh, by the way– I just wanted you to know that I don’t really– I don’t do any hard stuff anymore. Haven’t in a while. I hardly even sell it anymore and I stopped selling to first-timers.”

“I’m sorry, Eddie, I didn’t mean to–”

“No, don’t worry about it. I totally get it, I just wanted to let you know; for your peace of mind, I guess. You deserve to know who your baby brother’s hanging around with, I don’t want you to think I’m too bad an influence.”

“I don’t think you’re too bad, Munson. Just a healthy amount.” You gave his own wrist a small squeeze as you slipped your hand from his and finally went back to your own room. He gazed after you momentarily, even after your door had closed. If the guys were still present, they would definitely be giving him shit.

As if on cue, he heard Dustin’s muffled shout from the basement. “Eddie, hurry the hell up!”

You were sitting on the front porch swing lighting a joint when his beat-up van pulled up two nights later. “Seek & Destroy” poured from his cracked-open windows until his door opened and he set foot on your driveway once again. “He’s not here, y’know,” You called to him.

“That’s alright, I actually just needed to–” Eddie was halfway between you and his van when he caught a whiff of a particularly familiar scent. A shocked, teasing grin slowly spread across his face. “Henderson, are you smoking marijuana right now?”

In spite of yourself, you let out a laugh, coughing around a lungful of smoke in the process. “Say it a little louder, Munson, I don’t think the deafening Metallica got the neighbors’ attention.”

Laughing, he dropped into the space next to you on the swing. “I didn’t peg you for the smoking type.”

“Oh, you mean from the three minutes we interacted?” You squinted playfully but held the joint out to him. “Just weed, I don’t fuck with anything else personally.”

He took you up on the offer, calloused fingertips brushing your skin as he took the joint from you. Examining it for a moment, he smirked as he took a hit. “Fuckin’ with it pretty hard, apparently,” He breathed out. “You roll almost as good as I do.”

“Good, then you can roll the next one.” It passes between you as you speak, though Eddie tries to keep his turns short out of courtesy. “Which brings us back to the topic of why you’re here mooching my shit. You said you needed to do something?”

“Right, I uh- I forgot my lucky dice here the other night. I figured I’d pick ‘em up on my way home from The Hideout.”

“Oh yeah, you’re in a band or something, right?”

“Since middle school,” He nodded, “Just me and a few guys from school, s’called Corroded Coffin.”

“Sounds metal.”

“We try to,” He chuckled.

“You like Black Sabbath and Metallica, you’d better,” You teased. You didn’t notice the way his eyes followed your every move as you smoked. The way your cheeks hollowed ever so slightly as you sucked in a hit, how your breath hitched and your eyes fell closed as you held it in. The corners of his lips curled up in amusement watching you blow Os while conversation lulled for a moment. Offering him one last hit first, you stub out the roach on the ground and stand from your seat. “C’mon in, you can go get your dice.”

“Thanks,” He hummed, grabbing the door as soon as it was open to hold it for you.

“Have you eaten?” You ask, heading into the kitchen as he made his way toward the basement door. “I haven’t, I was gonna make a sandwich or something. You want one?”

“That’d be great, actually, thank you.” The dice weren’t hard to find seeing as he’d left them there on purpose. So maybe it was a little weird, definitely a little desperate, but he wanted to make sure he had another opportunity to see you– get his foot in the door, so to speak– and he really hadn’t expected all this. He’d hoped you’d be the one to answer the door and he’d get to make small talk for a few minutes, point out your shared taste in music maybe, but this? Catching you alone, sharing a joint, getting invited in for something to eat? This was going better than he could’ve possibly expected.

“Find ‘em?” You called down.

“Yup!” He jogged back up the stairs, waving the small velvet bag as he joined you in the kitchen. “All good.”

“What a relief. Can’t have the dungeon master thrown off his game, that would be a travesty.” You glanced up at him mischievously as you finished making the first sandwich, scooting the plate across the counter to him.

Eddie suppressed a smile, shaking his head as he picked up the sandwich. “You just love teasin’ me with that, don’t you?” He asked before he took what was probably an unattractively large bite.

“Depends on what kind of teasing we’re talking about, Munson.” You drawled casually in return, turning to continue making your own. Meanwhile, it was an effort just for him to keep his food in his mouth without choking on it. You were flirting with him.

Weren’t you? Maybe you weren’t. Maybe you’d meant it the other way around– that you’d only tease him in a joking way and that you’d never want to–

“Eddie, I can see the smoke coming out of your ears,” You snorted. “Stop thinking so hard, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” You took a big bite before grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge. “Want one?” His answer was going to be yes, but you were grabbing him one before he had responded anyway. There was a brief and fairly comfortable silence as you cleaned up the rest of your small mess and he took a few long swigs of his water. “Wanna finish these in my room? We could smoke another joint maybe…just chill out, I don’t know…”

“Yeah, totally,” He agreed, maybe a little too eagerly.

“You’re rolling though,” You remind him over your shoulder as he begins to follow you to your bedroom.

The door creaked as you opened it, waiting for him to enter after you so you could close it. As you opened the window wide and lit a stick of incense, he took in his surroundings. Your room wasn’t like the average teenage girl’s– not that Eddie had seen very many of those– not pastel-colored, or frilly, or covered in heartthrob posters, though a few stuffed animals were perched tenderly on your bed. Actually, it was almost more like his, albeit much more organized. There were posters of horror movies and rock bands filling a decent amount of the empty space on your walls, the Dio flag pinned to the ceiling drawing his attention. “Oh, that is so sick!”

“I thought you might like some ‘a this stuff,” You laughed softly. Nodding towards the stereo in the corner, you continued, “You can put something on if you want.” He squatted down to look through your cassettes, hearing your voice move through the room as you got out your bud, tray, and paper. “Try to keep it understated though, alright? Nothing too hard or fast right now.”

“Really tryin’ to mellow out tonight, huh?” He began playfully, but looked back at you as his tone softened a little. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, I’m alright,” You reassure. With the cassette in place, he made sure the volume was low before it began playing softly as you spoke. “I just get a little too pent up sometimes, you know? Everything’s just been kind of a lot lately, ‘s why I was already smoking when you showed up.”

“Hey, I can beat it if you want. I didn’t mean to show up outta the blue at a bad time and I definitely don’t have to stick around if you don’t want me here. I can totally get it if you want the time to yourself–”

“Please stay,” You quietly interrupted, then seemed a little embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t– I’d appreciate the company if you wanna stay a little while.”

Eddie gave you a comforting smile before taking a seat at your vanity to roll the joint, trying to lighten the mood. “Careful what you wish for, Henderson. I mean, you’ve got good music, good weed, made me dinner; I might be hangin’ around here more often with this kinda treatment. You’ve got me livin’ the life, babe.”

Laying down on your bed to watch him, your voice was more serious than he expected when you replied. “You’re welcome any time, you know. Mom likes when the house is busy and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Dustin practically worships the ground you walk on.” His rings glinted in the lamplight as he carefully sprinkled the bud onto the paper.

“Yeah? And what’s your review, hm?” You didn’t mean to stare at the way his lips wrapped around the joint or how his tongue traced the seam of the paper to seal it.

You hummed vaguely as he finished up, gently plucking it from between his fingers when he was done. Dramatically inspecting it much longer than he had yours, you finally say, “You roll clean joints.”

He shakes his head and laughs. Your lips close around the paper, feeling the seam still damp with his spit, and you jut your chin toward his lighter on the vanity. Grabbing it without a word, he leans forward to give you a light. Your gaze catches on his rings once more before lifting to his face again. A reflection of the flame makes the brown of his eyes warmer as they lock with yours, looking up from where you still lay on the bed on your stomach. You take a long pull as he draws the lighter away again and the spell is broken.

Sitting up to breathe the smoke in deeper, you tuck your knees under you. Eddie joins you on your bed, but not before he kicks off his shoes by the bedroom door. He sits cross-legged just in front of your pillows so you shuffle around to face him. “So, how was your concert?”

He snorted, “Concert might be a bit heavy. Gig is a little more accurate. Show maybe.”

You roll your eyes, but keep your tone light and pass the joint. “You’re a loser, you know that? You knew exactly what I was talking about, answer the question.”

“It was pretty good I guess,” He shrugged and took a long hit. “I think there may have been a whole seven people this time. And one of them was even sober!”

You smiled sympathetically, “You’re just in the wrong town. Don’t worry, I’ll come watch you play. I don’t know if that’d be a good atmosphere for the boys, but I could probably force Steve, Nancy, and Robin to come.

He twisted one of his rings around his finger for a moment. “That’s really nice, sweetheart.”

With each toke you both took, the joint burned slightly shorter until it was almost completely gone. “You want the last hit?” you asked. “I finished the last one. And you rolled this one anyway.”

“No, that’s alright. It’s your weed; I’m literally a drug dealer, I’ve got plenty at home.”

“Here,” You took one last long drag and he raised an eyebrow in confusion, but he understood when you sat up further on your knees and leaned toward him. A sense of giddy excitement overtook him for a second, nerves probably heightened from the weed, but he kept his composure. When your lips slotted over his, he took a deep breath in. His hand slid into your hair to keep your head steady as you sighed the smoke into his mouth. Your lips grazed over his afterward, very obviously lingering long after it was necessary. You giggled as you slumped down into a laying position, letting your head fall back into his lap.

“Seems like someone’s a lot more relaxed now,” He cooed playfully.

“Sorry, I can get off ‘f you–” He notices how your voice is slightly rougher after smoking so much.

“Hey, no–” His hands settle warmly over your shoulders, not holding you down so much as they were encouraging you to stay put. “It’s alright, baby. You can get comfy, you’re not bothering me.”

His hands soothed up and down your arms as you settled back in. “That feels really nice.” You hummed quietly and it drew out into another giggle, “Everything feels really nice.”

He laughs a little airily himself, “It does, doesn’t it?” Your skin felt so soft and warm beneath his fingertips, tracing imaginary shapes along the bare flesh of your arms. “‘M feelin’ pretty good, myself.” Your eyes couldn’t help but wander to his pretty pink lips again. They’d felt so soft against yours and you wanted more– to really feel him this time. His thumb brushes your chin, dragging down in a way that had your mouth opening slightly. “What’re you thinkin’ so hard about, sweet thing?”

Blinking up at him with glassy eyes, you raised an arm to brush your fingers over his flushed cheek. “Eddie, c’n you kiss me? Please?”

“Yeah?” He moved his thumb a bit higher to tug your lower lip down a bit, face dipping down a bit closer to yours. “That what you want?” You were nodding before he even finished his sentence, making him chuckle quietly.

He allowed his lips to graze teasingly over yours, just barely touching, before finally kissing you. His nose brushed your chin and you could feel the small smile adorning his face before your lower lip was sucked softly between his. Fingers winding into his mess of frizzy curls, you moaned quietly into his mouth and pulled him closer. After another moment though, he slowly drew back, lips separating from yours with a soft smack that made you unreasonably desperate for more.

An ache had sparked in his lower back while loading the amps into the van after their show earlier that evening, deepening as he proceeded to help load the rest of the equipment afterward. Now the deep curve he had molded it to in order to keep his mouth on yours had the pain radiating up his entire back. “As much as I’m enjoying this– and believe me, babe, I’m seriously enjoying it– my back is kinda killin’ me and hunching over you like this…” 95% of his brain was screaming at him to shut the fuck up, to ignore it and just keep kissing you breathless anyway, but the other 5% was crying out to lay down and he had to listen.

“Oh, sorry,” There was a slight pant in your voice as you released your grasp on his hair. He sat up slowly as if a movement too fast would shatter the calm in the air. You sat up yourself, watching as he eased himself back onto your pillows. “S’that better?”

“Way better,” He confirmed. “We can uh- we could keep kissing if you want.”

Openly cringing at how awkward that sounded, he opened his mouth to say something else before you interrupted him with a still-sluggish giggle. “I’d like that, Eddie.”

“Okay,” He nodded rapidly.

Leaning forward onto your hands and knees, you crawled into his lap. His hands instantly settled on your thighs, running up and down the material of your pajama pants. His eyes flickered wildly over your body a few times before gazing up at you in awe. You didn’t waste any time in kissing him again, which was much easier now that he wasn’t upside down. As you moaned into his mouth, his hands molded to your hips, squeezing and pulling you as tight to him as he could get you. His tongue slipped between your lips, making them open further as your hands found his hair once again.

He didn’t mean to start moving, slowly grinding into you in an attempt to relieve the tightness in his jeans that definitely wasn’t a problem before he came over— but then you were rocking down on him yourself, clothed cunt rubbing against him in a desperate search for friction. Hips rutting up into yours, he braced a palm against your lower back. You could feel his hardness pressing into you through the layers of clothing between you. Pulling back for air, you panted into his mouth, still subtly grinding against him. “Fuck,” He grunted quietly. The soft whimper of his name that you gave him in return made his head fall back against the wall with a thud. “Got me so fuckin’ hard, sweet thing. Please, don’t stop.”

“Don’t wanna stop,” You whined back quietly. “Feels so good.”

“Good,” He cooed. “Don’t worry, ‘m gonna keep makin’ you feel good.” Hot, open-mouthed kisses moved down your neck and you let out a moan. His fingers wormed their way past the hem of your shirt, tracing the cup of your bra. “This okay?” He mumbled against your skin. Nodding, you cupped his hand and guided it higher until he pushed your bra out of the way. The pad of his thumb brushed firmly over your nipple, making your hips jerk against his. “Mmm, so sensitive. Is that jus’ the weed or are you always like this?”

“Both,” You breathed out. “‘N you’re good at all this.”

“Aw you don’t have to butter me up, baby,” He grinned. “I’m gonna make you cum either way.” Free hand dipping past the waistband of your pajama pants, Eddie continued playfully, “But, go on. Keep tellin’ me how much I turn you on.”

“Eddie,” You pleaded, “C’mon.”

Fingers stroking the damp fabric of your underwear, he asked, “This okay? Really want me to touch you?” Your desperate nods made his lips curl, pressing more firmly against you and drawing out a moan that you tried to stifle. “No, no, no, you gotta tell me how it feels, sweet thing. We’re all alone, you can make those pretty noises, it’s okay.”

Your head slumped into the crook of his neck, mouthing lazily at his skin. Nudging your underwear to the side, he sank his middle finger knuckle-deep into you. Grasping tightly at the worn material of his t-shirt, your breath hitched. “Mmm, fuck– yes, Eddie, thank you.”

“Look at you, usin’ your manners ‘n everything. Of course, you would. Such a good girl.” Your moans only grew louder, making his hips jerk in search of friction. “So warm and wet, bet you’d feel so good around my cock.” Lifting your head to kiss him again, your hand found the shape of his length in his jeans. He rolled his thumb over your clit in circles as his hips rocked against your palm. Mouths open against each other’s, you exchanged panting breaths and muffled moans. Confined by your pants, his hand didn’t have much room for movement, leaving your hips stuttering frustratedly. “Lemme get these off’a you, babe. Can make you feel so much better than this.”

Suddenly, his hand was curled under your thigh and you let out a small squeal as you were flipped onto your back beneath him. Your pants and underwear were yanked down your legs feverishly, Eddie parting them to slip two fingers into you this time. “Shit, Eds!”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, was that too much?” Immediately, he tried to withdraw his hand, but you gripped his wrist to stop him.

“Don’t stop, Eddie. Please, don’t stop,” You rushed.

“Alright, sweetheart, ‘m right here. Don’t worry.” Your hands laced into his hair for stability as his fingers crooked into a spot that almost made your eyes cross. Already dripping onto your bedspread, you pulled him even closer to you. Smirk spreading across his face, he said, “Oh yeah. That’s the spot, huh, baby?”

“Fuck, Eddie, you’re gonna make me come,” You whined.

“Good, want you to soak my fingers.” His hips rocked forward, clothed cock grinding into the back of your thigh. “Wanna feel you come for me.” The way his thumb rubbed so firmly against your clit had heat shooting all the way to your toes. Desperately tugging him down for another kiss, your thighs trembled as they squeezed closed around his hand. “There it is,” He murmured lowly against your lips. “Mmm, you’d feel so fuckin’ good coming around my cock, sweet thing.” The deep cadence of his voice had you shaking.

Grasping at the back of his shirt, you buried your face in the crook of his neck. He held you in silence for a long moment until your head eventually dropped back against the bed. A smile slowly grew on your face as you looked up at him and you let out a small giggle, making him grin down at you. He laughed softly too as he pressed his forehead against yours.

Eyes darting shortly to the alarm clock on your nightstand, you did a double-take when you noticed how late it was. “Son of a bitch, my mom’s gonna be home any minute!” You grabbed your discarded underwear and pajama pants from the foot of the bed as soon as Eddie had peeled himself off of you. “Uh– fuck, I’m really sorry. I promise I didn’t mean to invite you in just for this, I just didn’t realize how late it got. I didn’t mean to leave you hanging, but–”

“Are you kidding?” He was already leaning against the wall by your door, slipping on his beat-up air forces. “I had a blast, babe. We should do this again sometime,” He winked teasingly.

You rolled your eyes half-heartedly, feeling your body warm. When the two of you reached the front door, you rubbed your arm and met his eyes only a bit awkwardly. “I’m sorry again about not…returning the favor.”

He chuckled, giving you a small smirk. “Don’t worry about me, sweet thing. After tonight, I’ll have no trouble taking care of it myself.” Taking a step closer to you, he leaned down for a kiss that was much slower and softer than the last few you’d shared. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Night, Eddie. Thanks for keeping me company tonight.”

“Anytime.”

You waited at the door until he’d gotten in his van and driven away before finally heading back to your room. As soon as you closed your bedroom door and flopped down on your bed, you heard your mom’s car pull into the driveway. Meanwhile, Eddie drove home, foot a little heavy on the gas pedal as he itched to get back to his own room.

He didn’t see you again for two weeks. He knew the Hendersons’ phone number, but there was no way he could ask for you if Dustin or your mom picked up. So he waited, very impatiently mind you, and hoped he hadn’t ruined things by going so far with you so fast.

When he did finally see you, it was at Hawkins High School. You’d come to pick Dustin up from that week’s Hellfire club meeting. You knocked on the door before entering, knowing that– despite the session being scheduled to end ten minutes ago– they often ran over their allotted time. Sure enough, you heard Eddie’s booming voice as you cracked open the door and slipped inside.

“And as the chimera flew closer–” When he noticed you he immediately straightened from his position looming over the table, clearing his throat and clasping his hands together behind his back. He didn’t want to scare you off with all this yet. “Okay gentlemen, that’s all for today.” The collective groan they let out had you feeling a bit guilty, they’d obviously been enjoying themselves, and now you were being the annoying big sister; you should’ve just waited in the car. But Eddie was quick to speak again. “Oh, cut the moaning. We’re almost fifteen minutes over and you all need more time to prepare for battle anyway. Amateurs.”

As the others all packed up their things, he approached you and you greeted him with a smile. “Sorry for interrupting, seemed pretty intense, I hope it wasn’t too important.”

“No, no, it’s good you came in. We would’ve been all caught up until someone else came in to stop us in a much less forgiving manner.” You both laughed and it went quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat again. “So uh, I’ve been hoping I’d see you around.”

“Yeah, me too… Smoking alone isn’t as fun anymore.”

His lips quirked up into a smirk and he nodded playfully. “Yeah, ‘ve been thinking the same. You should start buying from me, you know. I’ll give you a discount.”

“Oh, so I have to pay you to smoke with you again? You know, we used my shit last time,” You teased.

“You’ll never pay for anything you smoke when you’re with me, sweetheart. I’m a gentleman after all. Here, hang on.” He dashed back to the table, hunching over to write something down before tearing off the small scrap of paper and coming back to you. “Now you can get a hold ‘a me, come smoke all my weed anytime.”

“Oh, I’ll be taking you up on that.”

Your comfortable conversation was interrupted when Dustin shouted your name. “What’re you doing? Let’s go!”

“I’ll see you around, Munson.”

“Sure thing, Henderson.”

As you drove Dustin home, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a bad idea to get involved with Eddie. He was one of Dustin’s best friends now, a mentor for him, one of the only male role models he’s had aside from Steve since he lost his father. The last thing you wanted was to make Dustin feel like you were taking that away from him. God forbid something should happen between you and Eddie and he doesn’t feel comfortable coming around anymore. You couldn’t do that to him.

Still, you found yourself hunkered over the phone in the living room that night. You tried to hold out, you really did, but you only managed to hold yourself back until almost midnight after your family had gone to bed. Coiling the cord around your finger, you waited impatiently as the phone rang three times.

When he finally picked up, you could hear the smirk in his tone. “Hi, sweet thing. Just couldn’t stay away, could you?”

“Well, I figured I was running low on bud anyway,” You drawled quietly.

“You’re awful quiet,” He teased. “Don’t want Mommy to catch you up on the phone so late?”

“Fuck off,” You scoffed playfully. “If you’re having so much trouble hearing me over the phone, why don’t you come over?”

“Oh, so she minds a phone call, but it’s okay if we have a sleepover?” He snorted.

“No, but if you’re quiet you can sneak in and back out before she wakes up to get ready for work. I’ve got twenty bucks calling your name,” You cooed enticingly.

“Seriously?”

"Come on, Munson, you've never climbed through a girl's window before? I'm disappointed."

He simply replied, "I'll be there in fifteen, make sure it's unlocked."

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whoahoney · 2 years

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glassy eyes, hazy afternoons

Eddie Munson x anxious!stoner!Reader

Part 2

Summary: reader looks for the best place to purchase some grass in her new town of Hawkins, bringing her to meet the infamous Eddie Munson.

Content Warnings: Fem!Reader, reader has an older brother, use of Y/n, minor descriptions of anxiety & depression, mentions/use of recreational drugs, adult language, adult content (minors DNI!), fluff, mutual pining, and Eddie being the sweet boy he is 😩

Author’s Note: I’ve been DYING to get an Eddie Munson story started and I’m SO glad I got this first part done! There should a couple more parts to follow this, so please let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

It feels a little slow in the beginning because of the set up and whatnot, but I really think it’s worth it! The tension is heavy here, I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do 🤍 this isn’t beta read, so please excuse any errors!!

Friday morning meant two things for Y/n: the end of her first week at a new school and it was time to try to find some pot in the seemingly quiet town.

Y/n sluggishly made her way across the room, boxes scattered about—half the contents of each box spilled out onto the floor around them. She wandered around, gathered her clothes for the day, and tried to plan how she would find the best person to buy from.

She’d never had to score on her own before, which was pretty nerve wracking. When she lived in her previous town, she always had her brother, Sam, to rely on or one of his trusted friends, and if not there, her own friends always knew where to go.

But her brother and his friends weren’t here anymore, and neither were her own.

After she got her clothes on, Y/n pulled open her desk drawer and grabbed the lone pencil case at the very back.

As she peered inside, she concluded that she could roll one last joint to smoke before she has to talk to a scary drug dealer.

She sighed as she plopped down on the desk chair to empty the contents of the bag onto the desktop.

Her mind strayed to her brother, and wondered if he was having as good of a time as he’d hope to have at college.. 100 miles away. He was sure to make friends quickly, he always had. And in a way, he was the only reason she had acquired friends in the first place.

She recalled how he helped her with social skills her sophomore year, and how he invited her nearly everywhere he went with his friends. That lead to her trying pot for the first time:

“Remember to ask questions about whatever they’re talking about, people love talking about themselves.” He’d said in the car on the way to the party.

Y/n nodded, going over the mental list of social rules and conversation taboos. “How do I know when to ask the question?” She scrunched her brow together, eyeing her brother curiously.

He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes on the road for a moment in thought. “I’d wait til they’re done talking, and ask about the most interesting part of what they said. If they don’t stop talking, just nod every once in a while.” Sam nodded, demonstrating.

“I know how to nod, asshole.” Y/n rolled her eyes, hiding a smile. Sam parked the car and turned off the ignition. “Alright, kid. You ready?” He said with a hopeful smile and raised eyebrows.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“And the safe word is?” He asked as she opened the door, just barely. “Dude can we call it anything besides a safe word?” She pleaded like an embarrassed child.

“Okay, okay, what’s the ‘code word’?”

“ ‘Dude, wanna Budweiser?’”

“Excellent. You’re gonna knock ‘em dead.” He looked at her eagerly as they walked instep to the crowded and roaring house.

About twenty minutes into the party, Y/n found Sam in a circle near a corner of the smokey room, and walked faster to join him.

Ready to bail, she nudged her brothers elbow as he took a hit of the fresh blunt. “Uh, uh, no way. You’re not bailing right now. You haven’t even tried any party activities! Like this, I bet this will soothe all your little worries.” He held out the weed and the people in the circle eyed her with anticipation.

“Is this her first time?” Someone whispered reverently as if they were in church. Sam nodded for Y/n, their eyes locked in silent conversation.

After a few moments’ pause of her eyes boring into his, Y/n let out “Why the hell not.” and gathered her bearings before the inevitable coughing ensued. “Atta girl!” Sam praised, and the others clapped.

A blush rose to her cheeks as she put the tip to her lips and sucked lightly. “More more more, C’mon Junior, I know you’ve got it in you!” Sam’s friend, Derek, encouraged quietly.

“BUTNOTTOOMUCH!!” Sam chided urgently.

The silence made Y/n uncomfortable, so she closed her eyes and decided the amount she had taken was probably sufficient and quickly passed it to the person next to her like she’d seen many times before.

“Now hold it for a sec!” Sam instructed. Y/n’s eyes filled with shock and her cheeks puffed out.

‘You have to hold this stuff in??’ She’d thought.

“Someone put that Superfly record on! Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em, folks, my sister’s getting stoned for the first time!” Sam declared from the top of the chair he occupied.

The room cheered and raised their cups in their direction, and the skunky aroma of pot permeated the room even more.

The funky sounds of Curtis Mayfield started as Sam addressed his sister again. “Alright let it out and then take a little breath in at the end. SLOWLY.”

Y/n did as told and the girl next to her patted her back “Congrats, sweet girl, you are about to be so toasted.”

Y/n cocked her head slightly like a confused puppy and then the realization spread across her face:

The rising pressure and burning sensation tingling up her chest and throat.

Y/n let out a deathly gasp and cough, hacking severely through the intro to Pusherman.

Sam’s friend offered some water in front of her seat now at Sam’s feet in the chair. He hopped down and patted her back roughly.

“Just wait sis, no need to fear, it’ll stop in a sec just keep breathing.”

She nodded her head, offering a thumbs up. Once she was able to regulate her breathing again, Sam put the water in her hand. As she opened her hot, teary, eyes, the world was blurry. But that didn’t matter because she was THIRSTY.

She quickly gulped the water down as the circle quietly giggled. Y/n set the glass down again on the table and wiped her eyes on her sleeve.

“So how do you feel?” Sam asked with a proud smirk on his face. Y/n’s eyelids hung lower than her usual anxious state allowed her to, and the whites of her eyes were tinted a precious baby pink. Her cheeks were still tear stained from coughing, but a content smile rested on her lips.

If she heard Sam, Y/n didn’t make it known for the first moment as she observed her surroundings for the first time. She took a deep breath before responding and glanced around at the part of the party that wasn’t currently glued to her.

The funky menagerie of instruments encouraged her shoulders to move on their own as she turned to a dress the group. Y/n let out a breathy laugh and shrugged. “I dunno, man, I feel.. warm and fuzzy all over like a blanket fresh from the dryer.” She said wholeheartedly.

The group laughed endearingly. Before she could be swept away with the song again, Sam boogied his way over to his sister and spun her around wildly like he’d done a million times in their living room.

“Sam, sam, SAM! The room is spinning enough as it is, don’t ruin this for me!” Y/n complained as her brother steadied her by her shoulders.

“So, dude, still want that Budweiser?” He asked smugly. Y/n rolled her eyes and flipped him off, dancing her way to the kitchen, her mouth practically watered for something sugary to fill the new and aching hole in her stomach.

That was also the first time she was able to leave his side at a party and talk to people on her own.

Y/n noticed how she spoke to multiple new people without feeling like her heart was about to burst out of her throat, conversation was easy to make, and people thought she was funny! No one, besides her brother, had ever described her as funny as far as she could recall.

After they’d left the party that night, Sam beamed at her from the drivers seat of his Bronco like a proud parent on the first day of kindergarten.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked, mildly concerned. She stared at the cuffed hems of her black corduroys and her red high top sneakers.

Sam lurched over the console of the vehicle to mess up her hair and pat her shoulder, “What do you mean ‘wHy ArE yOu LoOkInG aT mE LiKe ThAt?’ You TALKED to people! You made FRIENDS! Those people are going to talk to you at school on Monday, I guarantee it.” He boasted.

A smile crept across her lips, though she didn’t want it to. “You really think so?” She asked. Her high had worn off by now, leaving her feeling calm and grounded. Sam beamed at his sister, he’d never seen her look so at ease among others. Y/n couldn’t help but be proud of herself, too—she’d managed to have a great time, and not only did she refrain from embarrassing herself and her brother, but she made him proud.

Sam never felt embarrassed at his sister’s common faux pas, but Y/n spent much of her time alone berating herself after any interaction. Especially if it was one her brother invited her to. It felt good to skip that part after a night out.

He glanced over at her momentarily before turning back to the road. “Dude, you have no idea how many people came up to me to ask me where I’ve been hiding you. Sara J told me you ‘were a riot’, and that she expects me to bring you to her house party next weekend.”

Y/N shook her head in disbelief, who knew the best way for her to make friends was drugs?

As she twisted the end of the joint to finish it off, she heard her father knock on the door.

“Hey, hun, are you almost ready? I gotta head out.” His voice muffled by the masonite separating them.

“I’m actually going to walk to school today, but I’ll see you tonight.” She said as she tied her laces and cuffed her jeans. She slid the joint behind her ear and fixed her headphones on top to hold it in place.

She looked to her shelf above her radio, skimming her collection of tapes spanning many persuasions, from metal to new wave, alternative to pop and folk to metal, it was all there.

Sam and Y/n went through all of their tapes when it was time for him to leave a month ago, deciding they’ll trade tapes whenever he comes home for breaks.

She chose four tapes to take to school with her: The Smiths, Anthrax, Dio, and Siouxsie & the Banshees.

The Smiths was one of her brother’s but Anthrax, Dio, and Siouxsie were some she recently bought for herself.

“Alright, darlin’. Have a good one, love you.” He said before leaving. Y/n’s father, Johnny, was a very quiet man, much like herself.

He didn’t ever do anything besides go to work and come home, but that’s as only because he was an easy man to please. Johnny enjoyed the simple things in life, and was a very proud father.

Something his children benefitted from was his ability to trust and let them make their own mistakes.

Or he was highly inattentive, one of the two.

Either way, Johnny was a good and honest man. Which is why he took a new job in Hawkins to help Sam pay for his fancy college. When their dad presented them with this opportunity, Y/n had no choice but to be enthusiastic for Sam’s sake. He deserved to go to the college he worked so hard to be accepted into.

But inside, Y/n was screaming and self-destructing. She’d just gotten settled with her new friends, no longer needing to rely on pot or Sam to be comfortably social.

Now she was to go to a new place, without her brother, to finish out the final two years of high school on her own.

Horrifying.

Which brings us back to this morning, Y/n walked steadily on the the road to the school while The Smiths floated through your ears.

“…To die by your side, well the pleasure, the privilege, is mine…”

She quietly sang to herself as she saw the roof of the school peek over the horizon and the road got busier with cars entering the student parking lot between the middle and high schools.

Y/n stood next to the school sign momentarily before slipping the pre-roll into her empty cassette case. Todays objective was to get a name, and then eventually proposition them.

She opened her Walkman to exchange The Smiths for Anthrax and let ‘Antisocial’ blare in her ears before walking into the school.

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‘They’re no different than Sara, Ricky, Jordan, Matthew, Ann, Marty, and Charlie, right?’ She thought, comparing some of the party kids to some of her friends she left behind.

They had all seemed so intimidating at first, she was sure she’d never see the day they looked in her direction, let alone invite her places, but they did.

‘If cool people think you’re cool one place, they will in another’ she remembered Sam say.

Y/n walked to the end of the hall to her locker, taking out most of her textbooks but keeping three for her first classes.

She also grabbed the novel she chose for English to annotate, luckily it was one she’s read before. She sighed and quickly flipped through the pages for the familiar parchment scent.

She was startled out of thought when two boys slammed into the lockers next to her, grappling for a notebook and yelling playful obscenities at one another.

Y/n took a step back to avoid catastrophe but not before one boy could jerk his elbow backwards and hit her directly in the chest, sending her backwards and causing her headphones to be knocked down around her neck.

As she stumbled, expecting to meet the hard linoleum beneath her, a rather tall figure caught her arm before she could fall.

The fighting had ceased when a male teacher, Mr. Barker, intervened, snatching the note book from one of the two boys.

“Brandon, Jeffery, Principal Higgins’ office. Now.” He, well, barked. As the crowd dispersed, y/n remembered the hand on her arm.

“Are you okay? That was some hit you took.” He said releasing her arm. Y/n whipped her head around to meet a pair of shining brown eyes, a mop of black hair, and very impressive cheekbones belonging to a younger teen boy.

“I- uh, yeah, I’m okay. Thank you.” She struggled, rubbing her sternum. The Anthrax track had started over, blaring quietly from the ears of her headphones.

“You’re new aren’t you?” He asked, leaning against the lockers next to them. Some other boys convened behind him, not so subtly listening to the conversation.

She nodded. “Yeah, it’s my first week. I didn’t think I’d need spidey senses to survive high school, but- yes. Yes, I’m new.” Y/n settled before she started rambling about Peter Parker. Awesome start. Could’ve been worse.

Thankfully the tall boy chuckled and held out his hand. “I’m Mike Wheeler,” he introduced himself. “and these are my friends Dustin Henderson and Lucas Sinclair.” He nodded behind him as they waved kindly.

She noticed that they all wore the same shirt, sporting a devilish character with some medieval weapons and.. dice? ‘Hellfire Club’ it read.

“I’m Y/n Y/l/n.” She said nervously while she shut her locker and slung her backpack over one shoulder. She hit the pause button on the Walkman, stuffing the device into the bag.

“Is that Anthrax?” Dustin asked. Her head snapped up quickly, “Yeah! You listen to them?”

He smiled and shrugged, “On occasion, but more recently I’ve been getting into Metallica.” He nodded eagerly.

A smile rose to y/n’s face, “I love Metallica.” She nodded.

The bell rang, signaling that the heart warming but awkward encounter had to end. “I’ll see you guys around.” She said shutting the locker door to walk past the group.

“Yeah, I’ll catch you later, y/n.” Mike joked with finger guns. She laughed as she continued to class while the other two boys chastised him for the corny joke.

Perhaps friends wouldn’t be so hard to come by after all.

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At the beginning of biology, Y/n got paired with a girl named Chrissy Cunningham, and from the look of her perfectly white Ked’s, matching skirt and cardigan set, and senior charm necklace, she was obviously Miss Perfect.

And rightfully so, Y/n quickly learned, because Chrissy was almost a saint.

“Hi, I’m Chrissy.” She said quietly, putting her books on the shared table in front of her. Her eyes sparkled with genuine kindness and her ponytail was as bouncy as her walk had been when she sauntered over.

“Y/n,” she answered, becoming shy all over again. “I know,” Chrissy giggled quietly. “You’re new! Everyone’s been asking about you.” She beamed. Chrissy’s presence became very comforting to y/n suddenly, though she couldn’t place why.

“So are you any good at bio?” She asked casually, flipping to the page written on the board.

Y/n copied her actions and opened her book too. “I’m good at finding answers in the textbook..” she whispered as the teacher pulled down a chart of the human body.

Chrissy snickered quietly, resting her forehead in her hands to avoid being noticed. “That’s about as much as I can do, too.” She replied. “I’m sure if we collaborate, we’ll make it out of here together.” She answered keeping her eyes to the front. Y/n nodded, silently agreeing.

After the lecture, Y/n and Chrissy spent the rest of the hour completing the questions over the first chapter and getting to know each other.

Y/n learned that Chrissy was indeed the head cheerleader shocker, likes Blondie, Madonna, Pat Benatar, and Duran Duran, plays tennis and golf recreationally with her parents and boyfriend, and enjoys a nice margarita on the weekends.

Chrissy learned that y/n spent a lot of time by herself since the move to Hawkins and her brother’s move to college. She quickly gathered that Y/n and her brother were best friends and thought it was quite endearing. Chrissy listened to her talk about the friends she had, the parties she used to frequent, and the books and music she spends her time with now instead.

“My boyfriend, Jason, his parents go out of town for, like, two weekends out of the month and he throws some of the best parties. You HAVE to come with me sometime!” She patted y/n’s hand urgently.

Y/n hesitated, considering for a moment if she was ready for that atmosphere again but surrounded with unfamiliar faces, and no safety net to fall into if rejected by her peers.

“Okay,” she said carefully while Chrissy’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“but,” y/n continued.

“Ugh, I hate buts!”

“I just wanna make a few more friends here first, I can’t be following you around like a lost puppy the whole time.” She shrugged.

Chrissy pursed her lips, considering what her new friend said, trying to place herself in the shoes of someone with only one friend in a brand new place.

She couldn’t. So she took Y/n’s word for it and nodded understandingly.

“Well even if you won’t come party just yet, I’d love to hang out soon, you’re really easy to talk to.” Chrissy smiled.

Y/n’s heart warmed and she couldn’t help but smile herself. “That’d be really nice.”

The bell rang and the girls gathered their things and walked to the hallway. “Oh!” Chrissy grabbed Y/n by her jacket sleeve and pulled her to the side of the hallway.

“If I don’t see you before the day is over, here’s my phone number! I have my own line, so thankfully you won’t have to talk to my parents.” She giggled as she scribbled on a piece of ripped notebook paper and handed it over.

“Thanks, I’ll call you later?” Y/n asked, Chrissy nodding almost immediately.

As Chrissy started walking away, Y/n realized Chrissy would probably be the person to ask about the commodity she was in search of.

“Chrissy, wait!” She called surprisingly confident compared to her demeanor before class. Chrissy spun on her heel abruptly before reaching her boyfriend and came jogging back to her new friend, much to his confusion.

“What’s up?”

“I, uh, need to ask you about something..” Y/n whispered, losing all the confidence she had just exhibited.

Chrissy was confused by the sudden seriousness, but nodded. “Do you, um, happen to know… anyone I can get some..weed..from?” Y/n tried to calmly say.

Chrissy couldn’t help but laugh a little at y/n’s timidness. “Oh my gosh, y/n, it’s just a little pot.”

Y/n breathed a small sigh of relief that marijuana wasn’t a taboo subject with her new friend. “Find Eddie Munson,” Chrissy whispered, Y/n committing the name to memory. “I hear he’s the safest dealer around here.”

She started walking away before the bell could ring again, “See ya! Call me!” She yelled over the tops of passing heads. Jason craned his neck to see who the heck his girlfriend was having such an important conversation with.

Y/n waved to Chrissy as she met Jason’s line of sight briefly before averting her gaze and turning quickly to her next class.

She caught the door to the English room with her hand and swung it open before the bell rang for the final time.

Y/n breathed deeply, relieved she made a friend, got a name, and got to read more of her book for the whole hour before lunch.

She made herself comfortable in the back corner of the room, next to a quiet red head wearing headphones around her neck.

The girls eyes met y/n’s and offered her a small smile, which y/n returned.

She rustled around in her book bag for her paperback escape and a pencil to write with.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Mrs. Wilson began, “please continue to read quietly and annotate your chosen novels, you may listen to your record tapes if you would like, but if I can hear it I’m taking it.” She raised her brows seriously as the class stifled laughter.

The girl next to y/n quickly put her headphones on and hit play, the faint sounds of Kate Bush began quietly emanating from them.

Y/n quite liked Kate Bush, and decided against getting out her own Walkman to listen to the other quiet girls music instead.

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The last five minutes of class, everyone was packed up waiting patiently for the bell to ring, except for y/n and the quiet girl in the back, too caught up in their own little worlds to have noticed the time going by.

The trill of the bell was jarring to both of them, so much so, the red head jumped hard enough she knocked her headphones askew.

She struggled to regain control of her breath as the rest of the class rushed through the door to get to the cafeteria.

Y/n didn’t know whether to ask the girl if she was okay or to go on about her business, but during that decision making process, the girl caught y/n staring.

In a panic, Y/n squeaked out, “Kate Bush?”

‘Nice.’ She mentally facepalmed.

The girl scrunched her brow briefly, taken aback, but taking a full breath. “Uh, yeah. You a fan?”

Y/n nodded, “yeah, Hounds of Love is a, uh, great album.” She zipped her bag shut with all of her things tucked inside.

The other girls face softened and nodded in agreement. “It’s all I’ve been listening to lately, honestly.” She confessed with a small smile.

Y/n smiled back, “I do that with about every new tape I get, I completely get it.” She said, her chest tight, not allowing enough airflow for much more conversation.

“I’m Max,” she said as she closed her own bag and fixed it over her shoulder.

“Y/n.” She nodded as they both walked out of the room. “Well, Y/n, I’ll see you around.” Max said, her soft smile fading as she slipped her headphones back on and walked the opposite direction of the cafeteria.

The hallway was mostly free of traffic, making the trip to the cafeteria very short. Y/n stopped in the doorway and searched all the tables.

‘Now, Eddie Munson, where do I find you?’ She thought, skimming the room. Her eyes fell upon a blonde ponytail, blue eyeshadow rimmed eyes raised, meeting her own. “Y/n/n!” Chrissy squealed, rushing over to you.

“Come sit!” She urged. Y/n’s eyes went wide, looking over to the table Chrissy was sat at previously. First of all, it was full, second of all, y/n did not like the way Jason looked at her. It wasn’t aggressive or anything, but definitely unsettling. Or perhaps she was reading too much into her anxiety.

“Actually, I was going to use this time to locate this Eddie Munson, where do I find him?” Y/n asked quietly, nodding to the maze of lunch tables.

“Good thinking!” Chrissy nudged y/n’s shoulder with hers. “He’s gonna be at the table with all the kids wearing the Hellfire shirts.”

Hellfire.

“Thanks so much, Chris, I’ll catch up with you later!” Y/n started into the cafeteria, eyes searching for the kids she met earlier.

It didn’t take long to find the table of white and black shirts, currently occupied by Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and a few other unfamiliar faces.

Before she could make it to the table, Mike spotted her and waved. When he saw she was approaching him with her brow furrowed in determination, he stood in a panic, as did Dustin and Lucas. The boys looked amongst each other in fear and began bickering chaotically.

“She’s coming over here, why is she coming over here?” Dustin whispered urgently across the table to Mike

“I don’t know, ask her when she gets here?” Mike shrugged.

“Why don’t you?” Dustin asked with anxiety piercing his words.

“If you wanna know so badly then why don’t you ask her??” Lucas quipped, narrowing his eyes on Dustin

“Shut up, she can hear you she’s literally right there-“ Mike started until Dustin spoke up when you got close enough to hear.

“Y/n! To what do we owe this pleasant surprise?” Dustin greeted.

“Actually, I’m looking for an Eddie Munson? I was told I’d find him with Hellfire.” She pointed to their shirts.

Their eyes widened. “You’re looking for Eddie?” Mike asked confused. “Yeah, are you guys friends with him?” Y/n asked.

“He’s our dungeon master!” Dustin replied enthusiastically.

Not knowing anything about DnD, Y/n gave him an odd look. “He’s your who?”

“He’s our club president.” Mike said pointedly before Dustin could answer.

“He said he was going to be late to lunch today, but we can tell him you were looking for him, if you want.” Lucas said assuringly.

“Well, he isn’t going to have any idea who I am, so how about-” she paused, taking her backpack off and getting out her notebook and pencil. “you give him this note for me?” She looked up at them for confirmation.

They all nodded as she finished writing in her gel ink pen.

“I heard you’re the guy to buy from. Are you free after school? - y/n l/n”

She folded it twice and handed it to Mike. “Can I trust you, Wheeler?” She asked quietly. “Of course you can trust us!” Dustin said wrapping his arm around Mike. “What are friends for?” He finished.

“I appreciate it. Can you let me know when he says something?” Y/n asks. “You got it!” Dustin assures.

Y/n laughs and shakes her head, “okay, thanks guys, I’ll see ya.” She says as she turns to leave.

She makes her way to the end of the hall, desperate to get out of the building. As soon as she shoves through the doors, the cool air meets her face with a kiss of fresh relief.

It soothes her tight chest, allowing her to take deep unhindered breaths, encouraging her shoulders to loosen up.

She sits on a patch of grass in the shaded spot next to the building and presses her hands to her face. Social interaction goes by so quickly in a panicked blur and fully hits her after it ends, leaving her to rewind and watch everything that was said, every move she made, and how wrong everything she did was.

No one’s laughing at you. No one has been mean. Calm down. It’s fine. We’re fine.

She spent the rest of lunch recharging outside, touching some grass, before she could hear the bell ring faintly, pulling her from her finally relaxed state and back to reality.

She entered the stuffy school building again, this time much calmer than when she left. Y/n made her way to her locker to exchange more books, not noticing the small herd of freshman boys rushing towards her.

“Hey!” Mike said as they approached. Y/n shut her locker, and fixed her bag to its place on her back. “We have word from Eddie.” Dustin said quietly. Y/n’s ears perked at that, leaning in closer to the group.

“What’d he say?” She asked.

“Well, at first, we had to convince him you weren’t a freshman because apparently he doesn’t do business with us.” Dustin scoffed with offense.

“But after that and your note, he told us to tell you to meet him at the clearing in the woods by the football field after school.” Mike added quietly.

“Okay, what?” She said quietly alarmed. Her eyes flashed subtle fright, recognizing this concept from many a horror movie

“Nononono, don’t worry it’s not what it sounds like, that’s where he meets so many other people.” Lucas said.

“Yeah, and we can take you there! Well we can’t be there cause Eddie would probably kick our asses, but we’ll show you.” Dustin assured.

Y/n looked between the boys, not picking up any malicious intent coming from them, only sincerity. “Alright, deal. Thank you guys.” She nodded genuinely.

“It’s not every day a few freshman such as ourselves befriend a lady of your class. Literally, upperclassmen are assholes.” Dustin shrugged.

“We’re happy to help.” Lucas added. The bell trilled signaling the second half of the school day was starting.

“Meet us at the football field after school!” Mike hollered as the three rushed past y/n to their next classes.

‘Sweet kids.’ She thought.

Y/n walked to art with relief, her self assigned tasks for the day almost over. Sam would be proud of all the socializing she’s done on her own today. He’d probably tell her how brave it was of her to put herself out there like she did.

Now all she had to worry about was meeting this Eddie Munson. Which, it sounded like she didn’t need to worry much at all. She feared she would say all the wrong things, and the last thing she wanted to do was offend a drug dealer.

But thankfully, Y/n’s secret weapon was locked and loaded in her handy dandy cassette case just waiting for the end of school to be used. That way, she’ll have a level head when she’s to interact with this mysterious and quite nerve wracking character.

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Y/n hated math.

She absolutely loathed the universe in which numbers and letters coexist and have problems with each other.

It was simply a language she didn’t speak. So algebra being the last class of the day made the hour drag on forever like a three hour Joel Olsteen lecture.

Before she resorted to shoving a pencil in her ear, the bell rang for the final time of the day.

Y/n was the first one out the back door, ready to get away from the fuckery that is math.

She fished her Walkman out of her bag, placing her Dio cassette inside and grabbing The Smiths case she stored her joint in.

The girl stalked over to the stands a few yards away from the high school, already seeing her freshman friends waiting for her.

Dustin was the first to spot her, followed by Mike and Lucas.

“There she is!” Dustin greeted warmly. A laugh rose to her chest as the young boy flattered her. “Here I am!” She rang back attempting to match his energy.

“C’mon, We probably shouldn’t keep him waiting.” Mike suggested nervously, starting across the practice field towards the woods.

As the troop trekked across the green, Mike leading with Dustin, Y/n, and Lucas trailing behind, the nervous thrumming of her heart beat wildly in her ears.

The walk was quiet with the exception of the dewy grass swishing beneath their feet. The opening to the woods drew closer, and Y/n’s breathing began to tremble slightly, but she was brave.

“Alright, here you are.” Mike said coming to a stop. Y/n nodded with gratitude, “Thank you guys so much for going to all this trouble.” She looked to each of them.

“Just walk until you see a picnic table in the clearing, that’s where he’ll meet you.” Dustin directed.

Y/n watched the boys walk away before she entered the woods, first at a determined and brisk pace, but slowed as the trees grew thicker and less light was allowed through the branches.

Her breathing quickened again, and her head started to dizzy with unsettling thoughts. She paused in her tracks, practically ripping her headphones away from her neck and slamming them onto her head.

She jammed the play button down, the busy intro of Rainbow In the Dark filled her ears. The guitar cut through the anxiety in her chest and the bass of the drums beat fiercely through her head.

Y/n took more breaths and continued her walk to the picnic table she spotted ahead. By the guitar solo, she had plopped down on the table, resting her feet on the bench below, casting her bag down next to her.

She popped open the cassette tape with trembling hands, and plucked the joint out, smelling it longingly.

With a small smile, she fished her lighter from her back pocket and ignited the small flame against the twisted end of the joint, pulling the heat through the bud and filling her mouth and nose.

She puffed a few times to start it, hoping to take about half before Eddie Munson arrived. Y/n felt the tension release from her shoulders as she exhaled a trail of smoke into the space above her head.

Within a few seconds she was making herself comfortable, taking off her jacket and folding one leg under the other, bouncing her foot and bopping her head to the beat.

It was moments like this that she wanted to live in forever. It felt like time stood still when she was smoking outside and listening to her favorite tapes. These moments felt safe, like the warm blanket she described the first time she smoked with her brother and friends.

She smiled, and felt the surge of serotonin rush through her when her favorite lyrics played. Y/n sat puffing on the joint peacefully until she felt someone tap on her shoulder.

Y/n yelped, ripping the joint from between her lips and hiding it behind her back before turning quickly.

In her hazy state, her eyes met the silver rings adorning the hand that was slowly retracting from her, then traced up to meet the face of the body wearing the familiar Hellfire Club shirt.

Eddie Munson was intimidating, not because he looked dangerous, but because he looked at her intensely. His eyes looked dark, but a sun beam spilled across his iris to show the warm color they held.

He said something, and she watched his lips move intently, his words were muffled by the blaring music over her ears and it was only then she realized she needed to take off her headphones.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” she mumbled and took them off swiftly, brushing her hair behind her ears.

Dio still blared audibly between them as she struggled to push the STOP button all the way down. Every time she pressed the button it sprang back up, until she nervously whacked it on the edge of the table, finally getting it to stick and the play button to pop back up.

Y/n dropped the Walkman on the table and finally looked up to fully face Eddie Munson. “I’m y/n.” She said quietly, a tight smile on her lips as she closed her eyes briefly to escape making eye contact.

Eddie chuckled and nodded, “So I’ve heard,” he held out his hand in a friendly manner. Y/n shook it lightly, “Eddie Munson, resident freak of Hawkins, but I’m sure you’ll hear soon enough.” He plopped down at the table and looked up at her as he opened his metal lunchbox.

Y/n gave him a smile, “well, Eddie Munson, historically, freaks are the most interesting and successful people.” She brought the half gone joint to her lips and inhaled deeply.

Eddie’s eyes seemed to sparkle when his met hers again. A tender smile spread across his face and a flustered scoff escaped his lips, “and historically, those people aren’t appreciated or famous until they’re dead.”

Y/n shrugged, “you got me there.” Not knowing what else to say, she offered the weed to him. He looked from her to the joint and hesitantly took it. Eddie held it in his lips and he searched through numerous bags of herb and powder.

He took out three sizes of bags and then handed the joint back to Y/n before exhaling and asking “so, Dio?” He nodded to the Walkman between them.

“Oh! Yeah. They’re one of my favorites lately.” She nodded shyly.

“Dustin told me the new girl was listening to Anthrax earlier, but I thought my ears had deceived me, but now I see I was mistaken,” his eyes locked with hers, a passionate gleam danced in his eye as he spoke softly, “Congratulations, you’re the first girl I’ve met in Hawkins with some taste in music.” Eddie finished with a bow.

Y/n’s shoulders bounced with laughter at his dramatics. “Thank you, wow, no one’s ever bestowed me with such an honor.” She spoke with a bad accent then laughed nervously and picked at the peeling skin on her thumb absentmindedly—her brain channeling all of her nervous energy to her fingers and twitching feet.

She puffed on the roach, the smoke striking intensely at the back of her throat and rolling down through her chest.

Her eyebrows scrunched, signaling her small coughing fit, small thick clouds of smoke puffing out around her. She felt like a floundering fool, hacking into her fist and clumsily stamping out the butt of the finished joint.

Eddie held a secret smile on his lips, his hand pressed firmly against it to conceal his admiration.

Y/n looked so effortlessly beautiful perched on the table the way she was. She looked like she belonged here among the turning autumn leaves and reaching branches of the trees above them. Like it was all for her.

The sun shown through the branches to form a golden halo around the head of wild hair framing her angelic face.

Some strands of hair fell into her face as she let out a few coughs from the abrasive kick of the roach.

The lingering smoke snaked around her like a personal ethereal fog, sun rays highlighting their dance around her face and shoulders. She felt like a dream.

“So, Eddie Munson,” Y/n cleared her throat after gathering her bearings. “How much for a half?” She nodded at the bags in between them.

Eddie propped his head up with his hand, and picked up the bag with half an ounce of bud in it.

He held it out to her to check out. She took the bag from him gently and poked around carefully to inspect the product, leaning down and inhaling the scent deeply as if she were browsing for tulips or roses in a flower shop.

Eddie observed her, he hadn’t seen a Hawkins student, let alone a chick, take buying his weed so seriously. Usually it’s a quick swap and there’s little to no conversation involved. This felt different though, a good different.

“It’s, uh- fuck, $15 for a half.” He spewed out.

Her eyes widened, “you’re shitting me.” Y/n shook her head and laughed as if he were joking. “Consider it a welcome discount. Turns out I’m kind of like the welcome wagon.” He shrugged casually. Though Eddie exuded nonchalance, his heart thrummed against his chest at the pretty girl before him.

Y/n shook her head lightly and narrowed her eyes at the boy in front of her. What was he playing at? No one gives weed away like that.

Eddie eyed her with sarcastic impatience, scooting the bag to her inch by inch with his forefinger. Y/n pursed her lips, looking from the bag to Eddie, brainstorming ways to feel better about practically stealing the weed from him.

“How about,” she started slowly, Eddie scooted closer as she leaned forward invitingly, “I give you $20 and you roll some of this up for me.” She shrugged with an eyebrow quirk.

Eddie’s heart leapt at the offer and it took much restraint for him to refrain from barking out a ‘yes’ immediately.

He feigned deep thought, knitting his brow and leaning his head on his hand for dramatic effect. “That sounds… like an offer I cannot refuse.” He smirked with a flourish of his hand, then dug out a couple packs of rolling papers.

For the next hour, Eddie and Y/n sat (in fairly close proximity to one another) heads bent over the table to focus on breaking up the bud and rolling up an ounce worth of joints.

They each had their notebooks out, green scattered across the expanse of the open pages and the zigzag box inbetween them.

Eddie and Y/n snuck glances at one another, each admiring observing the others hands at work. At one point, Eddie reached between them and hit play on the Walkman, letting the Dio song finish.

“So, uh, Anthrax, Dio, who else do you listen to?” Eddie asked while keeping his hands busy and focus on the papers in front of him

Y/n fiddled with the seemingly microscopic paper in her hands. She typically didn’t have this much difficulty rolling up a joint, but Eddie’s presence may have something to do with the slight tremble in her hands.

With a small sigh she set down the project in front of her to take a break. She folded her hands under her chin and brought her eyes back to Eddie’s.

“At my house, Metallica is almost always on, they’re in my top five for sure, Ozzy is too. But lately Poison by Alice Cooper has been on a loop.” She tapped her fingers on the edge of the wood, trying to get the nervous energy out through her hands so maybe she could return to rolling and keep busy.

“From that new album, Garbage, right?” He asked. Eddie placed the finished joint in the middle of the table next to the others he’d finished. He noticed that Y/n had difficulty with his brand of papers, he mentally scolded himself for not grabbing bigger ones at the gas station instead of the half size ones.

“It’s Trash, actually.”

“The rest of the album?” He asked confused.

“The name of the album, it’s called Trash.” She said softly with a light blush gracing her cheeks.

Eddie returned the soft smile unabashedly. “Yeah, that’s the one.” He eyed her abandoned joint and reached out with his finger to drag it back towards himself to finish for her. Y/n’s heart warmed in her chest, she never really liked rolling anyway.

“I think it’s best I take it upon myself to rescue this little guy, I’m not sure what you’re doing here, y/l/n, but this is tragic.” He eyed the joint and shook his head disapprovingly.

Y/n couldn’t help the smile that rose to her face, so she played it off with an eye roll. “My rolling skills are inconsistent, sue me! And I’m paying you the extra for your expertise, I shouldn’t be rolling anyway.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest matter-of-factly.

Eddie laughed at her quips, each and every one of them. He could sit there forever and roll joints for her. If he could afford it, he would stop dealing to everyone else in all of Hawkins and save every last bit of bud for the girl in front of him.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll teach you how to roll properly one of these days.” He said down to the freshly packed roll, waiting to be sealed with a delicate lick to the seam.

He glanced up at her with his deep eyes boring into hers, as he ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of the small paper.

Y/n felt the weight of Eddie’s stare come crashing down onto her chest as soon as his tongue slipped out of his mouth to seal the joint she abandoned, and she couldn’t be more thankful she did.

Her breath hitched, noticeable to Eddie immediately, though she wasn’t aware the boy had any idea of his effect on her. Y/n directed her eyes back to her lap to fidget with her fingers.

Eddie loved the way she got quiet at times, it showed him she was probably as nervous as he was. He knew how intimidating he comes across, especially to new people, but she didn’t seem scared which confused him a little.

His eyes lingered on her face for a moment longer, taking his chance to gaze at her while she kept hers trained on her high tops.

Eddie plucked a joint from the few he’d finished, sliding it between his teeth and digging out his zippo.

When she heard the familiar flick of the lighter, her eyes snapped up to his again. Eddie’s eyes met her once again and a small smirk found it’s way onto his face, exposing his beautiful teeth once again.

As he brought the flame closer to his face, his eyes stayed on hers, and hers on his. Y/n felt nothing short of entranced, the reflection of the light dancing in the dark ambiguous pools of his eyes. What had they seen? What was behind them?

Then her eyes dropped to the plump, soft pink lips that framed the mouth watering joint. Her gaze lingered longer than she wished it would have, momentarily wondering what his lips would feel like where her shoulder meets her neck.

‘Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.’ Rang through her head as her brain short circuited.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he called her as if it were her given name, his voice resembling that of velvet. Eddie propped his elbow up on the table to hand the joint up to Y/n.

The joint was inches from her face, Eddie looked to her expectantly, waiting for her to take a hit. Without much thought she leans down, her eyes fluttering closed, taking a long drag.

Eddie kept his hungry gaze on her, his heart quickened so much so that he feared it would pulse down his arm. His fingers were so close to her lips, too close. Eddie’s mind wandered to what his index finger would look like between her lips instead of the joint.

She leaned back, holding her breath for a moment with her eyes still closed. It was Eddie’s turn to feel entranced by the girl. To avoid blowing smoke in his face, Y/n tilted her head back to exhale through her puckered lips.

Eddie’s eyes traced down the column of her throat to the top expanse of her chest that wasn’t covered by her wide necked tshirt.

Embers sparked low in his stomach, quickly swarming up through his throat. He wanted to know so badly what her skin smelled like, and then mentally scolded himself for being a weirdo.

Y/n’s face shifted back down and her eyes opened to meet Eddie’s. When it struck her what she’d just done she couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. What the fuck was that???

“I’m so sorry, I dunno why I didn’t think to take it from you like a normal person, I must be pretty toasted,” she sputtered out, avoiding eye contact again and shaking her head.

Eddie smirked, you know the one. Mischief and amusement sat on his face and he loved watching her squirm.

“Hey, by all means, you’re paying the extra money, the least I can do is hold your joints for you.” He took a small hit and nodded to the joint in his hand expectantly, as if he were saying do it again.

Heat prickled in Y/n’s face, surely she was red as a cherry tomato by now. She leaned forward slowly, this time keeping her eyes on the joint between them, and then letting them drift to his tattooed forearm.

Y/n felt herself stop moving before her lips met the joint again, her eyes flitted up to meet Eddies but then took notice how he leaned in too, his eyes on her mouth.

He looked.. hungry? Longing? But she couldn’t figure any of that out. All she knew was the man wanted her to smoke, so by golly, she was smoking.

She kept her eyes on Eddie’s as she took her second drag. His eyes found hers again and his mouth went dry. Y/n could’ve swore she heard the softest sound fall from Eddie’s lips.

When she released it from her mouth, she blew the smoke off to the side but began to feel more brave. She sat still, closer to Eddie than she ever thought she would today.

His smile grew on his lips when he noticed she stayed close. Eddie wasn’t used to many people being so close, let alone a girl, a pretty girl.

She couldn’t help but return the look, causing his smile to spread larger. Butterflies erupted in her stomach just at the proximity of their smiles, both never wanting the moment to end.

Eddie’s heart sank as Y/n leaned back slightly, averting his eyes down at the worn table top. Before he could bring the joint to his lips, he felt it slide between his fingers swiftly.

Y/n snatched the joint from Eddie and held it for him the same way he had for her moments before. She returned to her previous closeness, making Eddie’s heart and other things perk.

Eddie let out a small chuckle before taking a pull himself. He tried to keep it slow, prolonging the moment. His hand reached up to gently hold her wrist, though he had no reason other than wanting to feel her touch.

Y/n hummed contently with a smile at the feeling. She wondered what his hand would feel like on her cheek, or in her hair, and other places.

After Eddie parted from the joint and exhaled, whatever trance they’d fallen under had been lifted for whatever reason and the atmosphere filled with uncertainty.

Y/n’s back straightened as she leaned back lazily on her hand to bring the joint back to her lips a final time.

“So, tell me, who is Eddie Munson?” Y/n smirked at him confidently. Eddies eyebrows raised in surprise, no one asks him about him. Casually, sometimes. But not about him.

“I.. don’t know what you’re saying, y/l/n. I thought it was established I’m a dungeon master, metal head, freak, who likes to play the guitar in his free time and Tuesday nights.” He shrugged nonchalantly, bagging up the remaining nugs and the 7 joints he rolled up for her.

Y/n’s jaw dropped when she heard the words play and guitar next to each other. She gave a playful gasp, “Eddie Munson plays the guitar in his free time and Tuesday nights?? Is there a reason it’s Tuesday specifically or?”

Eddie chuckled, “I’m in a band,”

“OH MY GOD, EDDIE MUNSONS IN A BAND?!” She grabbed her face mimicking a crazed fan. Eddie suddenly turned bashful at the strokes to his ego, even if they were jokes.

“So what is the name of Eddie Munson’s band?”

“Corroded Coffin.”

“I mean, if that doesn’t scream ‘metal’, I don’t know what does.” She moved off the top of the table to sit on the bench next to him, her back against the top and hugging one leg to her chest. Eddie sat facing her with one leg slung on either side of the bench. Their knees touched, neither one of them willing to scoot away.

Y/n felt as Eddie’s soft breath fanned across her cheek and neck when she turned to look at him. She was close enough again to smell the spice in his cologne, added with his natural musk and smokey scent. It made her throat tingle.

“That’s sick.” She finished and nodded sincerely. Eddie couldn’t get enough of the praise—of how seen and cool she made him feel just by being him.

“You should come check us out sometime..” He turned to sit like she did and nudged her arm with his. She scoffed and shook her head, her mouth started a response but was cutoff by the beeping of Eddie’s watch.

“Shit, uh, I gotta go,” He scrambled to his feet and packed up his papers and notebooks quickly shoving everything in his bag and lunchbox.

“Oh, no yeah, of course!” She said quietly, bummed their evening was coming to an end.

“If it wasn’t for Hellfire, I’d probably stay out here forever, but we’re starting the new- whatever,” he waved his oncoming words off as if she wouldn’t care.

Her heart rose, the butterflies making their way through her arteries spreading that warm fluttery feeling through her whole chest.

“If it wasn’t for Hellfire, I’d probably stay out here forever”

“No, no worries, really. I hope everything goes great with Hellfire and your new ‘whatever’” She smiled and started packing her things. She wrapped up the baggie Eddie prepared for her and stowed it in the same pocket of her bag that her tapes rested.

Before she could grab it, Eddie picked up her Walkman from the table and held it out to her.

She tried to ignore the dull shock that went through her body when their hands touched as she took it from him to put with the tapes. “Thanks.” She whispered.

He looked at her for a moment longer before saying, “C’mon, let me walk you through the woods.” as he slowly started in the direction of the football field.

Y/n slung her bag over her shoulder, admiring how Eddie looked when he was walking away. She sighed contently and walked towards him without a response.

She watched the dead grass and yellowed leaves pass beneath her feet as they carried her through the dimming woods, not bothering to look up until she almost walked straight into Eddie’s back, spotting his shoes first, right before knocking shoulders with him.

“Fuck, sorry.” She said as she looked up and resumed walking with him. He chuckled as they settled back into comfortable silence. They kept a steady pace, but didn’t rush the way Eddie originally had when his alarm went off.

“So, this ‘whatever’, what is it?” She asked after a minute.

“Oh, so, in DnD, the dungeon master—me, creates a journey, or quest of sorts, to send the other players on, and those adventures are called campaigns,” he looked to her with subtle enthusiasm. His love for the game evident on his face.

She ‘oooh’ed’ and nudged his shoulder to make him blush again. They reached the opening of the woods where her new friends previously dropped her off, and continued to the parking lot where they’d have to part ways.

“So what’s this new campaign about?” She asked, stopping at the edge of the lot, standing at the road she’d take home.

The sun had began to set, lighting the sky aflame in hues of soft pinks, oranges, and buttery yellows. It left everything tainted gold, especially her.

Eddie looked at her, taking her in for the last time that evening. His eyes scanned over her face—admiring every freckle, fine line, pore, and scar. He refrained from tracing her cheekbone, though he hoped he would get the chance to someday.

She looked as though she belonged in one of their campaigns—otherworldly, ethereal, not real.

He wanted to commit her eyes to memory, especially in this moment, the glassy finish from the weed, the enhanced color and reddened whites of her eyes.

“Well, maybe, you should just come to Hellfire sometime and find out for yourself.” He said with his devilish grin.

“Oh, so it’s gonna be like that, huh, Munson?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, stepping closer to him daringly.

He laughed, indulging in her challenging manner. “That’s exactly how it’s gotta be, Princess,” her breath caught in her throat at the pet name—something no one has ever called her before.

“I can’t chance any spoilers reaching the guys, you know?” He said stepping forward til his face was achingly close to hers.

She bit her lip and looked down, confidence waning, until she realized she still needed to pay him. Y/n glanced to his hands—one in his pocket, the other hanging at his side.

She grabbed the money in her back pocket, all $35. “As much as I think that sucks, I’ll respect it.” She said to him with a sigh.

“This is where I leave you, Eddie Munson,” she took his hand and gently pressed the money into his palm. Y/n held it there for a minute, savoring the way his hand felt in hers, eyes never leaving his.

“Until next time.” She slipped her hand away from his. Eddie watched her intently as she walked a few feet before his brain could formulate a response.

“Which will be..?” He leaned forward, awaiting her answer. She turned around but kept her pace with a hazy smirk on her face. “Whenever I need more grass.” She shrugged.

“Which will be..?” He emphasized.

“Soon. And maybe even sooner if you show up to class more.” She said with her dreamy smile and turned back around to walk home.

Eddie watched after her until she wasn’t visible, the world suddenly tinted grey from the descending sun.

“Eddie! Are you coming??” Dustin shouted across the parking lot.

Eddie looked to the open school doors, light spilling out of the spaces between the boys gathered at the entry.

“Yeah, just gimme a sec! Patience is a virtue, you know!” He shouted back.

As he walked back to the building, he counted the money absentmindedly and a smile rose to his cheeks when he halted right in front of the door.

$35

Did she mean to give me all of this? Or is she that generous?

Dustin races to the door, curious about what’s got Eddie so late, and nearly takes him out in his urgency.

“Whoa-shit, Henderson! Watch it, would you?” Eddie said attempting to catching his breath from his near death experience.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” Dustin cried, absolutely terrified he’d just ruined his chances of growing closer with Eddie with his eagerness.

Eddie recognized this in him—the want for acceptance. He’d felt honored that Dustin and the others had treated him with such kindness and respect since the semester started. He doesn’t recall many people holding him in such a high regard.

“No worries, dude,” Eddie said nonchalantly like water rolling off a ducks back. He wrapped his arm around the freshman’s shoulders as if he were his protégé.

“We’re all excited for the campaign, I’m the one that needs to get my ass in gear.” He brought Dustin to stop in front of the auditorium door.

“Now.. are you ready-“ Eddie pushed the door open with fervor, commencing his theatrics—ready to get into character. “To explore the Hidden Realm of Göshmar?” He spoke in a gravely, troll-like voice, much to Dustin’s delight.

“You bet your ass I am!”

The two raced down the aisles to the anxiously waiting group backstage, Eddie’s friends had gotten the table ready in his absence and fixed the lighting as he and Dustin entered.

“Alright, my little sheepies, are you ready to be utterly destroyed by the new campaign?” Eddie turned around dramatically when he reached his seat and wagged his tongue wildly like the demon on their shirts.

Everyone cheered and hollered, beating their fists eagerly against the table and stomping at the floor.

While Eddie was able to make the first official meeting of the year fantastical and vivid, there was a certain maiden that lingered in the back of his mind, making herself comfortable and leaving him with so many questions bubbling to the surface when he should be more focused on the dice rolls of the game.

What is she doing now?

Did she make it home okay?

I wonder what her favorite color is..She reminds me of orange.

Where did she come from?

Where did she dream of going? Probably somewhere warm.

He continued to chase the questions away and stick them in the back corner of his mind reserved especially for her, saving them for later.

She sat there, waiting patiently, perched on top of his stacks of questions like she did on the picnic table hours before, smoking a joint. He could picture her perfectly, seeing her lazily swing her high topped feet off the edge, back and forth.

Eddie Munson couldn’t shake this girl from invading almost every thought, but he absolutely did not want her to leave anytime soon.

In fact, he hoped she was smoking three of those prerolls all at once right now and all weekend til the half ounce was gone, so when Monday arrived she’d be slipping a note to him ready to meet up again.

Or, who knows, maybe she’d find him in person next time, perhaps take a seat next to him in a class if they had any together, or maybe at lunch..

One thing was for certain and it was that Eddie Munson had it bad; so bad, in fact, that every time he tried to close his eyes to sleep that night all he could see was her pretty face looking back at his with glassy eyes from their hazy afternoon.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #Eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x stoner!reader #eddie munson x anxious!reader #eddie munson writing

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gravedigginbbydoll · 5 months

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Me thinking about Eddie’s very white Midwest raised ass loving a Latine person and being sooooo confused at some of the cultural norms like

“Babe, why do we wash the dishes in the sink before we put them in the dishwasher? It works fine-“

“Honey? Can you tell me why you’re touching HOT FOOD with your BARE HANDS?!”

“Uh… why did we reuse this container for sauce??”

“Babe I love you and I know you’re just trying to help, but putting Vicks on my feet and socks over it sounds like a textural nightmare…”

“…remind me again why the cookie tin needs to have sewing supplies in it?”

“Are you sure we need all these grocery bags? And why do we put them in another grocery bag, that seems a little… okay okay! I won’t question it.”

“Babe, are you sure we shouldn’t leave now? I thought the party was at 8? It’s like 10 pm!”

And more

lol

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things 4 #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #Eddie Munson x latine! reader #Eddie Munson x Latina! reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson fanfic #my favorite metal nerd stoner

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wheels-of-despair · 10 months

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Werewolf Children Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: The first time Eddie spent the night with Evil Woman, it was kind of an accident… Contains: Lunar insomnia, mentions of supernatural creatures... is napping together a love language? Words: 1.6k

"Another rough one, Werewolf Child?"

You grumble into your cereal as your mom enters the kitchen and pours herself a cup of coffee.

"Last night should've been the worst of it, maybe you'll get some sleep tonight."

"A girl can dream… or maybe she can't," you giggle. You're in the 'I'm Funny' stage of sleep deprivation now. School should be fun.

You've had trouble sleeping during the full moon - and sometimes, a few days before - since you could remember. When you were little, you used to escape your crib and explore your room. Now, you mostly listen to music on your headphones or lie there and overthink. Your eyes are usually too tired to read by the time the moon is actually full.

But as your mother said, last night should've been the worst of it. You were looking forward to going to bed tonight… you just have to get through a full day of school first.

Eddie was a little late picking you up. He greeted you with a wave and a yawn when you slid into the passenger seat of his van.

"Werewolf problems?" you asked as he backed out of the driveway.

"Huh?"

"Is the full moon keeping you awake?"

"Is it a full moon?"

"…yes."

"Maybe? Is that a thing?"

"Yeah. They call it lunar insomnia. Mom calls it lycanthropy. Says I'm a Werewolf Child."

"I always thought of you as more of a vampire," he smirks, looking over at you with half-lidded eyes.

"Either way, I'm gonna bite you if you don't keep your eyes on the damn road."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," he mumbles, looking forward and taking a swig of his Mello Yello.

Despite his lateness, you still have a few minutes to loiter in the parking lot before you have to go inside the fluorescent halls of Hawkins High.

You stand in a circle with the other Hellfire members who have gathered there at Eddie's usual parking spot, vaguely aware that they're discussing something nerdy that happened on TV last night. You're too tired to care. Eddie places his hands on your hips and moves you a few steps to the side, then pulls you back against him, sandwiching himself between you and the van. He rests his chin on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your middle. You lean your head against his and place your hands over his, feeling your eyes grow heavier…

And then the fucking bell rings, making you both jump. The jolt gives you enough energy to get to your first class, but you feel yourself fading again as soon as you sit down. You're used to this; you can make it. Or at least fake it. Eddie is not so skilled in the art of functioning on very little sleep.

He props his elbows on the table and puts his head in his hands. You look at the clock, then at his bloodshot eyes. You suspect he hasn't blinked since the first bell rang.

"Go to sleep, I'll wake you up when the announcements are over."

"Can't sleep here. Not around these fuckers," he grumbles.

"Nobody's gonna fuck with you while I'm here. Go ahead, you've got," you look at the clock again, "13 minutes."

He scoots closer to you, crosses his arms on top of the table, and drops his head into them. His hair covers his face. You lean your elbow on the table and prop up your head, looking down at him. Your free hand instinctively disappears into Eddie's hair and begins lightly scratching his scalp. He moans and scoots closer, and you watch him with a smile as you ignore the drone of the morning announcements.

"Alright, lovebirds, it's time for learning!"

You heave a sigh at the teacher's teasing and extract your hand from Eddie's hair, giving him a light double-tap on the back as a sign to get up. He pulls himself upright and stares ahead, eyes unfocused.

Somehow, you made it through 'til lunch. You sat at the designated freak table and watched Eddie walk into four different people on his way to you. He looks like a zombie.

You don't even let him sit. "Come on," you order, standing up and turning him around and pushing him toward the door. He doesn't even have the strength to argue. When you exit the cafeteria doors, you head toward the van.

"Is this a lunch time quickie?" he asks, a little perkier.

"It's a 20 minute nap, dweeb."

"That works," he yawns, "too."

He opens the van's back door, shoves some junk (sorry, "necessary band equipment") out of the way, and waits for you to crawl in. You lie on your back with a balled up sweatshirt for a pillow. Eddie claims his favorite pillow: you. With his head on your chest, you reach up to set the alarm on your watch.

"Alright Munson, we have 21 minutes to sleep, then 3 minutes to cram food in our faces on our way back to class."

"Kay," he mumbles into your chest. In less than a minute, he's snoring lightly. You allow yourself to close your eyes for a few seconds too... well, it felt like seconds. The beeping of your watch jolted you awake.

"Nooo," he whines, nuzzling closer.

"Come on, two more classes, then we're free." You'd love nothing more than to just go back to sleep, but you have a quiz next period, and Eddie doesn't need to be missing any classes either. "Move it, Munson." He gets up with a grumble, and you both wolf down a sandwich and chug a can of pop on your way back inside.

You part ways with a "see you at three" and wait for the caffeine to kick in. Two more classes. You can do this.

Somehow, you did. You might have even gotten a decent grade on that quiz. But Eddie's so dead when he stumbles over to his locker, you're amazed he's still standing.

"Keys."

"Hm?"

"Give me your keys. Zombies don't drive."

"You sure you can handle her?"

"She'll behave for me, if she knows what's good for her." You smirk at each other, he shoves a few things into his locker, and you return to the parking lot.

"You guys okay?" your brother asks, already there waiting.

"We're fine."

"You sure? I can drive if you want."

"No!" you both shout. He holds up his hands in defeat and gets in the back with a grumble.

You get in, maneuver the massive hunk of metal out of the parking lot and onto the road, and miraculously make it home without incident. Eddie's leaning his face against the window when you park. You reach over and give his leg a tap, and he jumps.

"C'mon," you order. You stuff his keys in his jacket pocket, and he follows you inside.

"If we're not awake by time for Mom to get home, come yell," you instruct your brother, who salutes sarcastically before ducking his head into the fridge to hunt for a snack.

When you get to your room, you grab two pairs of sweats from a drawer and throw one at Eddie. He misses, and bends to pick them up. You're out of your jeans and jackets in seconds. You lose your bra, set the alarm on your watch, crawl into bed, and wait for him to join you. Ignoring your pillow, he settles his head on your chest again. Not that you mind. You pull the covers over him, kiss the top of his head, and let it all fade to black.

When you wake, it takes a moment to realize where you are. The first sleep after the full moon is always the deepest. Once you remember what day it is, and why Eddie's laying on top of you, you stretch a little. You'd been in this same position for hours, and your body was not happy about it.

"Time'sit?" Eddie mumbles into your chest.

You bring up your watch arm and squint at the tiny glowing numbers.

"Shit, it's almost six, Mom'll be home any minute!"

You both fly out of bed and back into your jeans.

"You wanna stay for dinner?" you ask, trying to smooth your hair in the mirror.

"Nah, your mom's probably sick of me, I'm good to drive." He shrugs his jacket back on. "Look okay?"

"Always," you grin, pulling him in for a quick kiss. "Alright, look innocent."

You approach your bedroom door… and find a note taped to the back of it. Hadn't you left it open when you came in?

You two were so cute, I couldn't bear to wake you.

Eddie, I called your uncle and told him you were out cold. If you happen to see this before dawn, you're welcome to stay the rest of the night.

There's meatloaf in the fridge, and a deer carcass from last month's hunt in the freezer if you little monsters are hungry.

Sweet dreams, Werewolf Children.

You look from the note to Eddie… and then at your watch… and then you rush to the window. It's pitch black outside. You chuckle darkly.

"Eddie, it's six o'clock in the fucking morning."

You're both hit by a fit of giggles, and cover your mouths to try and quiet them.

"No wonder I feel so rested," he grins after he's recovered.

"Well… you wanna stay for breakfast?"

"Might as well," he laughs, taking his jacket back off.

Your mother and brother were very relieved to find that the Werewolf Children had chosen pancakes and sausage over the deer carcass.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #i could never sleep in school #don't trust none of y'all motherfuckers #wonder if that pretty stoner guy who slept through every class ever graduated...

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iliaclwrites · 2 years

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So, I love reading Eddie x reader stuff, but, in a lot of stories, the reader often gets high or drunk with Eddie. I have nothing against that, but I'm someone who doesn't drink/smoke/etc. due to family history and other personal things. so, could you maybe write a small blurb about Eddie offering it to the reader but they turn it down? tysm, and i love your writing!! <3

"Toke?" Eddie offered, holding his blunt out to you. You bit your lip, shaking your head slowly as you stared out the window. "Hey, I promise I don't bite. Well. Not on the streets. In the sheets, however? Whole 'nother story."

You laughed despite yourself. "You're so full of it, Eds," you said, shoving at his chest. He staggered backward, pretending to be hurt. "I'm alright. I just. Uh. I don't really like it, I guess."

He blinked. "The... the biting?"

You blushed furiously. "No! No, the biting is fine," you said quickly, before crossing your arms in front of your chest. "The weed," you clarified. "I don't like the weed."

"Huh," Eddie said, and closed one eye, looking up. He was silent for a long moment.

"You, uh," you said after a while, "you doing okay there?"

"Yeah," he said softly. "Just trynna work out how I'm s'posed to afford you if I'm not dealing. I think Family Video is hiring. Or, at least they should be. I've never seen Harrington do a day's work in his life."

"What?" you asked, looking at him in surprise. "Why're you quitting?"

"You said you didn't like the weed?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "So I'm trynna work out alternatives, princess."

Your eyelashes fluttered in a blink. "Oh!" You flushed, and looked down, before going over to Eddie and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "No, no, I didn't mean. I didn't mean I didn't like the fact you do weed," you said. "I just don't like it. In me. For me. Makes me feel weird. So I don't, you know. Do weed."

He stared at you for a long moment. "Sorry, did you say do weed?"

"Shut up," you huffed, and smiled at him fondly as he took another deep drag. "You're evil."

"Damn straight," he said, grinning at you. "I'm your evil, no-good, bad-guy boyfriend that does the weed and injects the mara-joo-anas."

"Get fucked, Munson."

#eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #lmao the 'do weed' convo is based on one i had with my stoner friend #and also real OP i don't do drugs either other than like nicotine and alcohol so i try not to write eddie high bc i have no clue what to do #but i HAVE dated an eddie-esque guy so . lets hope that works

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eve-34 · 11 months

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I’m thinking about writing but, I’m having MAJOR writers block.BUTTTTTT I’ve been thinking about something with softdom!eddie x shy!reader for a while and there’s just something about it 😏

Oooooooh maybe cowboy!softdom!eddie x shy!reader 🙈

#eddie fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie smut #dom eddie munson #eddie x you #eddie munson #welcome home eddie #eddie x fem!reader #stranger things #stoner vibes

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intergalacticaquarium · 2 years

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OK OK OK ....quick rundown on smoking weed for writing fanfic bc yall are struggling

Terminology-

Joint- rolled up weed

Blunt- rolled up either with tobacco or paper that has tobacco

Pipe- the lil glass guys. Functions like a normal pipe like grandpas use

Bong- the tall one that has water in it to make the hit smoother

Sativa- the stuff in weed that makes u giggly and hyper

Indica- the weed that makes you sleepy

Other stuff

Nobody calls weed drugs unless they're being ironic

Only old people call it pot but they'll hear u say weed and think only really old ppl say it

Your unlikely to get really high until like the third time u smoke but that one doesn't really matter for fanfic

Ur gonna be fine when u do it. There's no like... preparations that need to be made

It's somewhere between a cigarette and a beer in terms of what it does to u so u can smoke a little and do p much anything functionally

There's a terminal point when u smoke where u can't really get much higher and you can't black out or anything

Ur not going to hallucinate omg

Coughing is the worst and it will happen if u go too fast or if u laugh and it keeps hurting for a couple minutes

It only lasts for like 45 minutes

In terms of sensation it's mostly like ur body is kinda slowing down, like your sleepy but in a fun way. Some of it will make you hyper and get all your chores done or write uh.....30 pages of Eddie munson fanfic, some will couchlock you for hours. Other feelings are usually exaggerated a lot for me usually like if I'm watching something scary it might get uncomfortable bc I'll feel my heart beating and start getting anxious, but then other stuff becomes the funniest thing you've ever heard.

Feel free to ask more questions? This might be the only time this knowledge might come in useful

#eddie munson x reader #feel free to add anything obvs this is just based on my own experiences #like right now #fanfiction #tw drugs #Marijuana #idk if this is a dumb stoner thing to post but ive been reading fics and i thought maybe it would be helpful

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lis-likes-fics · 2 years

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The Honor Roll (pt. 2)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Warnings: Drug use (smoking), language, affects of withdrawal, panic attacks... A/N: Yeah, this is my sixth(?) Eddie fic in the last week and a half, I think someone needs to come over here and take my computer from me. This is the sequel to The Honor Roll, you should probably read that before you read this. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! <3

Eddie hates seeing you like this.

A week ago, you found out that there was going to be a "random" drug sweep through the school two weeks from that date through a teacher who had accidentally said too much around a star student. You knew you couldn't be caught having your system flooded with weed, so you had to sober up.

It is the most miserable you have been in years.

With the way you handled your high, you would not be able to smoke for at least two weeks before the sweep. You were a bit of a mess on the first day, and a complete and total wreck by the first half of the first week.

Eddie always watched you closely, took in the way you behave and interact. He had gotten so used and so fond of you and your stoner self. He had yet to see how you were sober...

...and the results were nearly depressing.

It was a major change — maybe not to everyone else, but it was to him. To others, it just seems like you are just having a few rough days. They blame it on exams, which would be coming up right after the sweep. You always look hard at work now, scribbling frustratedly on papers and furiously erasing your mistakes. It is just stress getting to you.

But Eddie knew better.

Ever since that first night in Eddie's van, where you smoked and talked and giggled happily, the two of you have been more than happy together. It is a secret relationship, one snuck behind the backs of parents, teachers, and students alike for the concern of each other's reputations (more yours than Eddie's) if word were to get out.

Before school, you hide away in Eddie's van and smoke or play with his hair or listen to music. During lunch, you both sneak away to yours or Eddie's hang out where you enjoy each other's companies before classes. After school, you would hide out at his place, wrapped up in Eddie and all of his silly antics. His uncle Wayne is the only one who knew about you two.

You are happy, content with one another.

Then that damn drug sweep demanded your sobriety.

And, as a person who has not been properly sober in roughly three years, you are not doing well. Eddie knows this, and it breaks his heart.

He sees you struggle. Being perfect before was so effortless to you. You could smile, talk, and get your perfect grades with ease. It truly astonishes him how one person can just...breathe excellence. You have many "friends" who enjoy your presence, many teachers who love your work ethic. You really were Hawkins's star student.

And then you had to stop smoking. Eddie doesn't think he's ever seen so much of a wreck before. You're exhausted all the time — and not in the way that you were before. He can hardly sneak any time with you before or after school much anymore. You are either slaving away at homework and studying or passed out on a desk with pens and papers stuck to your face. Then, during lunch, he has to ensure you eat so you do not spend the whole time passed out against his chest.

Your relationships are much harder to keep. You are unfocused and jumpy, you're anxiety ridden, and you can hardly keep a smile without looking like it physically pains you.

The difference is astronomical.

Eddie does his best to make sure you're alright. He has taken it up as his job, every day and every night, to make sure you're doing as well as you can. It isn't healthy, your entire behavior, and he can't help but feel like he encouraged it when you both began your relationship. But he would never tell you that.

You don't need any more on your plate.

"Hey, stop that."

You run a hand through your hair and huff out a heavy breath as you turn to your younger sister. She gives a brief, half-hearted apology as she sits down with your little brother in tow. He had screamed something as soon as he walked into the room, almost tripping on something he left out while he was distracted by a comic book in his hands.

Your parents had already gone to work, leaving you to cook breakfast for your siblings as you got ready for school. When you set the plates down on the table, your brother is quick to complain.

"I thought we were having French toast," he mumbles, picking up his fork and poking at the meal.

"No, it's pancakes," you tell him, moving the plate closer to him.

He voices his disagreements. "Why? You said you would make French toast because I have that test today."

Fuck. You had forgotten all about that. Every time one of them has a test day, you make French toast for them because it's their favorite. You just shake your head, "Well, pancakes are faster and easier. So eat your pancakes."

His shoulders slump and he looks down at his plate with a scowl. "But I don't want pancakes."

Your patience is wearing thin already. You just want to get the day over with, and him arguing about French toast and waffles is not the way to go about it. You shake your head once again, trying your best to control your short fuse. "I don't care if you want pancakes or not. Eat them."

Your sister helps, tired of listening to the two of you bicker. She rolls her eyes at her little brother. "Get over yourself and eat the pancakes," she grumbles as you set their lunchboxes in front of them.

He huffs. "Can I at least have a pudding cup?"

You shake your head at him, running a hand through your hair as you scrub the dishes clean. "No, those are for your lunch."

He disagrees. "But I want–"

"Oh, my– fine!" You are tired of hearing him whine and give in. "Fine, you can have a freaking pudding cup! Here." You practically slam it in front of him after you take it from the pantry.

He isn't fazed by your hostility. He snatches it up and chows down, completely neglecting the pancakes in front of him. You can't find it in yourself to care.

"Hey, give her a break. She's doing her best," you sister insists.

"Thank you." You turn to her quickly, eyes narrowed as you take in her defense. "What do you want?"

She doesn't try to mask it. She intertwines her fingers in front of her, a nervous habit she picked up from you before the weed. "I was wondering..." she starts, "could you maybe help me with my homework? Exams are coming and I really can't fail. I didn't want to ask 'cause you seemed stressed already and–"

You cut her off, "It's fine. Yeah, I'll help you after school."

"Are you sure?" It's a courtesy. You're not sure that she asked before she's really and truly worried about your schedule.

"Yep, no problem," you half-lie. It was no problem for you to help her, you just already had a lot of your own studying to do.

You turn around and catch sight of the clock hanging on the wall above the window in the kitchen. Your eyes widen. "Shit, shit, shit!" you curse.

"Oo! You said a bad word," your brother laughs.

You snatch their bags and then throw yours over your shoulder. "We're gonna be late. Let's go, let's go, let's go!" you tell him, moving them from the table and rushing them out of the door, forgetting about the breakfast sitting on the table for when you get back.

It's lunch time. Eddie's walk through the woods near the school, making his way toward the hideout he knows you will already be hiding in. He hums a little song to himself as he makes his way over.

When he finds you, you're slouching over the bench with your face pressed against the table. He smiles sadly at you as he walks over. You had passed out over a small stack of papers, your pen had rolled to the edge of the table and would fall if merely a gust of wind were to pass through.

He walks quietly over to you and kneels down at your side. He raises a hand to your back, "Sweetheart." You suddenly jerk awake and, as Eddie expects, the papers you were sleeping on stick to your face. The pen rolls and he catches it effortlessly. "Hey, it's just me," he tells you when you look around frantically.

Your eyes find him and your body calms a little, slumping when you take into account that you're in no real danger. "Sorry," you mutter, your voice is a little strained from your tiny nap. "Didn't mean to fall asleep like that."

He shakes his head and stands to his feet, playfully scooting you over so he can sit next to you. He removes his jean jacket, setting it over your shoulders. It smells like him. It's comfortable. "Don't apologize," he says. "Everything's fine."

You tuck yourself into his side and feel your eyes beginning to droop sleepily again. You shake your head with a sharp and unwanted inhale. "No, no, no," you scold yourself. "I can't sleep. I have work to do. I'm not getting this shit." You flick the edge of one of the papers scribbled in math equations Eddie wouldn't be able to understand.

"You can work later. Rest up," he says, stroking your arm as he allows you to rest your head on his shoulder.

You shake your head absent-mindedly. "No, it's due next class."

"S'that Brixley?" he wonders as he looks down at the work. You nod lazily. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded up piece of paper. "I have the answers for that." He tries to give it to you, a proud smile on his face as he holds it out.

It's tempting, but you're too anxious. "But they'll know," you insist. "I'll get caught, it'll ruin everything. I can't."

He tilts his head, "It'll be fine."

"I can't, Eddie," you mumble, shaking your head again — more at yourself than at Eddie. "I'm sorry, I can't."

Eddie sighs lightly. He isn't disappointed or annoyed, he's mostly just worried. "Stop apologizing," he tells you simply. It doesn't sound like a scolding, but he isn't scolding you. He curls his finger under your chin and makes you look at him.

You sigh gently, "I'm sorry."

He shifts his head. "Y/L/N," he says, almost like he's warning you.

"Sorry." You squeeze your eyes shut. "Shit– So– Damn it!"

He watches as you begin to panic, shaking your head and turning away from him. He takes your face in his hand and sets his forehead against yours. "Hey, breathe," he whispers. "Deep one in and deep on out, like I showed you."

You nod against his forehead, doing what he says. "Like smoking but without the weed," you recall his example the first you had panicked in front of him when you were first weaned off your habits.

"Exactly." You follow his breathing as he demonstrates for you. His deep sighs as he guides you work to calm you a lot quicker than you would have thought. You can feel your frayed nerves settling again.

"Thanks," you whisper, pulling away just enough to be able to see him clearly.

He offers a smile, "Thank me by resting." You sigh gently and nod your help a little, but you do not return his smile. It doesn't register in your mind that you should, that you need to in order to put some of his thoughts at ease. "Have you eaten?"

You shake your head, "Not hungry." Your voice is gentle, hardly above a whisper. You're doing your best for him, he can tell. He's grateful for your effort.

"When was the last time you ate?" he wonders as his gaze travels over your face.

You shrug this time. "Dunno," a sigh, "the weed usually made me hungry."

"Let me see your hand," he says gently. You raise your hand up and rest it in his palm. He watches it tremble slightly and tsks — it's a playful one that's meant to make you smile, it doesn't exactly help. "You're shaking. You need to eat."

He turns and unzips his bag, pulling out a box he had stored away in it this morning. He sets it on the table, purposefully over your work to block your view of it. "Have these," he says. A slow smile takes over his lips at the look that appears on your face. You look a little lighter, like a portion of weight has been lifted from your shoulders as you take the box of Nilla Wafers in your hands and hold it to your chest. "I know they're your favorite."

You look up at him. It still doesn't cross your mind to smile to reassure them that your mood has officially been lifted, but he can see in your face that his plan has worked. You look up at him with eyes that border on both sadness and joy — how you do it, he has no idea.

"I love you," you breathe, your eyes boring into his like they're the only thing in the world.

He smiles happily at you, watches you rip open the box and start nibbling on the cookies with mouse-like bites. A chuckle bubbles in his throat as he pulls you into his side. "I love you, too," he tells you. "Now eat."

And you do. The rest of your lunch is spent eating the vanilla cookies and talking with Eddie. He does most of the talking and lets you rest your head on his shoulder. He knows how much you need it. It grounds you, helps you feel like the world isn't ending around you.

A couple of nights later and you find yourself struggling, once again, to sleep. You had a test the next day, and your mind would not allow you to sleep in anticipation of the coming issue. You pace your room almost manically, chewing on your fingernails in an attempt to wear yourself out.

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of tapping against your window. You're startled as you stumble back, a hand over your chest as your heart hammers away a million miles a minute.

"Hey, relax! It's me!"

You see Eddie's face peeking at you from outside of the window. He offers a smile and waves at you. You get to your window and stoop down to see him better. "Eddie..." you breathe. "You scared me!"

"I know. I'm sorry, sweetheart," he responds. "Can you let me in?"

You chew on your lip nervously, "What if my parents find you?"

He chuckles and flashes you that adorable smile. "This isn't exactly the first time I've snuck in, hun. Just trust me– You trust me?"

You nod. You don't even have to think about it. "Yeah." You pull open the window to allow him to climb through. He does so with ease, coming in and closing the window behind him. He makes a show of dusting himself off, while you sit down on the edge of your bed.

He comes to sit next to you. "Can't sleep?" he asks gently.

You shake your head, "Mm-mm."

He opens his arms for you, "Come on." You waste no time in closing whatever distance flutters between you. He wraps his arms around your body and lets you lay your head against his chest as he pets your hair and your back.

"What's wrong?" he asks gently as he rocks you back and forth in slow motions.

"I'm sober," you state plainly, your voice flat and muffled against his chest.

He raises a brow at you, only half-amused by your words. "You know what I mean," he says.

You nod and sigh, suddenly aware of everything that is physically wrong with you in that moment. Your brows knit together as you think before you finally spill. "Headache..." you mutter, "and my stomach hurts."

He hums, "Have you eaten or have any water?" His question is answered when you don't respond to him. He starts to get up, to move to the door so he can go to the kitchen and make you a snack. You're far too nervous about him being discovered to even let him put his hand on the door. You both settle on a compromise, you'll make a snack and bring it back to share with him, and he'll stay in your room.

So you do that. You go to the kitchen and return minutes later with two PB&Js and waters. He watches you chew your food thoughtfully. He can see the discomfort you get from having to eat without feeling hungry. You stare at the snack in your hand the whole time, and you don't realize that you're leaning on him again until he speaks.

"Make sure to eat in the morning," he tells you. "I know you don't."

You shrug guiltily, licking your lips, "There's no time, and it makes my stomach upset." You go quiet for a moment and your eyes glue to the bread as you think out loud. "I never realized how little time we actually had." It's true. You have almost made yourself and your siblings late to school multiple times this week and last.

"I'll bring you something then," he nods.

You would have protested, insisted that he didn't have to do anything like that for you, but you were far too tired to even begin to argue. So, instead, you simply nod and mutter a small "okay".

You finish the rest of your sandwich with a tired sigh. He takes your hand in his palm and allows a smile to break out over his lips. "Look at that. See?" he speaks, as he watches the minor tremble in your fingertips. He tries so hard to lift your spirits, he knows how much you need it. You appreciate it more than you can voice. "It's better."

You allow him a small laugh. You can't help it, his happier demeanor has a giggle bubbling in your throat as you hang onto his every word. Eddie makes you happy.

"Do you feel better?" he wonders, intertwining your fingers and stroking his thumb over the back of your palm.

You give him a gentle nod. "A little."

He smiles and kisses your forehead, "Good girl." The praise makes you smile a little as you focus on your hands instead. There's a pause as he takes in your smile. It makes him...sad. His lips twist down from his grin to a slight frown as his eyes watch you. He brings your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it gently as his lips brush over it.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

You look up at him, "Hm?"

He repeats his question with the tilt of his head, "Are you sure you're okay, sweetheart?" The question catches you off guard as you eyes scan over his face.

"Why?"

Eddie licks his lips. It saddens him to hear you wonder why he's asking if you're alright, like it's not a question you get often. He shakes his head and looks back up at him. "You always smile like...like you're about to cry."

There's another pause between you. Your words are a chirp, a small response you can't keep from slipping between your lips. "I'm sorry."

He almost sighs again, but thinks again. "You don't need to apologize." His thumb brushes over your knuckles.

"So–"

"Say thank you."

You tilt your head, "Thank you?"

He flashes you that lovely smile, the one he uses when he just wants to see a smile on your face. It still doesn't register. He imitates your voice as he speaks, raising it a couple of pitches and moving his hands expressionately. "Thank you so much for taking care of me, babes. It's nice knowing you care," he exaggerates.

That manages to get a little laugh out of you. He smiles, but it only lasts a moment. For a moment, you and Eddie are truly happy. But only for a moment. The smile you wore as a side effect of your laughter wears off quickly and is replaced with a deep frown as you look down at your hands. There's a long pause before you finally speak.

"Do you still love me, Eddie?"

His brows knit together and he leans back slightly. Your question had come out of nowhere, surprising him greatly. "What?" he voices. He reaches forward and grabs your face in his hands, cupping you like you were the most precious thing he's ever seen. And you are.

"Of course I love you," he insists, shaking his head in disbelief of your question. "You are my favorite person in the world." He kisses your nose as his thumbs stroke your cheeks lovingly.

Your eyes light up at his confession. "Really?" you ask, your eyes beginning to well with tears as you feel heat rise within your throat.

He nods, "Yeah. Do you love me?"

Your returning nod is all-too eager as you watch him, unable to tear your gaze away. "Yeah," you promise. "I love you so much, Eddie."

He leans forward and kisses your forehead. Your eyes shut and you sigh gently at the feeling of his lips on your skin. His thumbs continue to caress your cheeks as you hold them there and he looks in your eyes, like he's put you in a trance. "Then go to sleep," he smiles. "I want you to rest up for me, 'kay?"

You nod, "Mhm."

He smiles wide, teeth gleaming in the dim light of your lamp. He kisses your forehead again and urges you to lie down as he pulls you against his chest. "Good girl," he whispers encouragingly into your ear.

You smile. You can feel the shivers running down your spine as you relish in Eddie's embrace. He's nice, warm, comfortable. You feel like you haven't spent time like this with him in years as he holds you against his body protectively.

You already feel your eyelids growing heavy, and you've passed out before too much time can pass. Eddie only allows him to sleep once he's confirmed that you left the land of consciousness.

Stress. Always stress. As you sit at your desk in the silent classroom — save for the scribbling of pencils and the tapping of shoes — you run a hand through your hair and furiously bounce your leg. The words aren't making any sense to you. They almost look like they're jumping off the page, jumbling before your eyes in an attempt to throw you off...like you need any help.

You can't focus. Between the loud ticking of the hands on the clock, the scratch of pencil on paper, the shifting of chairs, your mind is blanking. You feel your heart beginning to pound in your chest, beating against your ribcage like it wants out. Your breathing is all over again, and you only hope no one else can hear it as loudly as you can.

You've had enough. Slowly, you rise to your feet and make your way to the front. In the softest, steadiest voice you can manage, you whisper to the teacher who looks up at you expectantly. "May I use the restroom?"

"Of course, Ms. Y/L/N." She nods her head in the direction of the door with a smile. You know you have a bit of special privilege simply because of your name. This teacher — just about all of the teachers — love you. She usually has a rule about using the restrooms during tests, but, like was said, she favors you.

You thank her quietly and go to the door, closing it gently behind you before losing all sense of calm. You rush down to the, what you thought was empty, hall to the restrooms.

You hear someone's steps around the corner and pause, slowing down as your eyes train on whoever's about to turn it. The relief that takes over you when you see Eddie swinging his bandana floods your system.

Eddie skips some of his classes, the ones he can afford to skip. You just assume he was on his way to hide in one of the restrooms until the period was over and leave it at that. He sees you and gives you a smile before he takes in your disheveled appearance.

You rush over to him before he can speak, grabbing his hand and shoving him in the first supply closet you find. You shut it behind you, and your hands find his chest.

"Woah, sweetheart," he says as the sound of your panting breaths fill the space between you. It's loud, much louder than it was supposed to be. You were hyperventilating. "Hey, look at me, hun," he says, cupping your face so you would look at him. "In and out."

You shake your head, feeling your panic rushing to your head and making you dizzy. "I can't. Can't breathe," you insist, your hands beginning to ball into fists against his chest as you clench his shirt. He doesn't mind, the shirt was wrinkled anyway.

"Look at me, babes," he tells you, trying to catch your wandering eyes. "Over here," he takes in a deep breath and then blows it out as demonstration. "Like that, 'kay?" he checks.

You just shake your head and push forward. In the next second, your lips have pressed together and relief washes over you again. He's surprised at first, but he quickly melts into your kiss. You sigh deeply. He doesn't taste like weed, but he does taste like Eddie, and you're happy about it.

When you pull away, your breath is much steadier. You feel depleted, and you almost fall against his chest as you lean forward. He holds you, strokes your bag in slow circles. "Better?" he asks, kissing your forehead.

You nod gently, "Yeah. Thank you."

He smiles gently and returns your nod. "You want another?" He turns his head so he can see your face again.

"Mhm," you whisper, looking up. He leans in and kisses you again. This one is slower, gentler, less desperate for relief but still in search of comfort.

When you pull back, you let out a long sigh and lean into his hand on your cheek. "Sor–"

"Thank you," he corrects softly.

You nod and offer a whisper of a smile. Your eyes are slightly droopy, it's clear you're exhausted. "Thank you, babes," you tell him.

He smiles. Babes. He missed babes.

"You're welcome," he says. There's a long pause between that and his next words. He's hesitant to ask. "You wanna go back?"

You shake your head, resting your head against his chest to hear his heart, feel it beat under your hand. Your lack of verbal response instantly registers and he just nods.

"You don't have to," he offers, tilting his head and stroking his fingers through your hair. You just nod.

He sighs, thinking to himself about how he can help. He wants to help, he wants you to feel better. You can feel his heart jump against your palm.

"Meet at the bench after school?" he asks, tilting your head so you're looking at him. You furrow your brows and chew on your bottom lip. It's a confused look, a precious, confused one he almost melts against.

"Trust me?" he whispers, a hopeful look in his eyes.

You nod, you don't waste a second. You trust him with everything you have. He smiles, "Bench. After school. Meet me there, 'kay?" You nod again. His lips stretch wider, "Gimme a kiss."

You do, standing on your toes and smoothing your hands on his chest. "I love you, sweetheart," he breathes, grabbing your hands and stroking his thumbs over his knuckles.

You nod and offer him a tiny grin, "I love you, too."

He bites his lip in that way that he's always done and beams. He sighs, "'kay. Go on then."

He opens the door just a crack and you stand on your toes for one more kiss before peaking out and returning to the test with a calmer mind.

When the last bell of the day rings, you immediately make your way to your little spot away from the world. You almost trip a couple of times, but you make it without dying on the way.

When you break through the trees that reveal the bench that you're convinced belongs to you and Eddie, you are taken aback by what you find.

There's a small picnic set up — a blanket set over the table, a box of Nillas, Coca-Colas, a couple of sandwiches. It's what you find in a homemade mediocre lunch that you pack for your child at school.

Eddie appears, seemingly out of nowhere, with a smile on his face. "Tada," he dramatizes, shaking his hands toward the table. You take him in. His jackets are discarded, laid on the seats to reveal his Hellfire shirt (you assume he forgot to do his laundry because he has no campaign coming). His hair has been pulled back into a messy bun, some tendrils escape alongside his bangs.

He's handsome.

"Eddie..." you whisper, looking between him and the picnic table as you let your bag drop to the ground. You take a couple of slow steps over, still trying to make your mind catch up to you again.

"Is it okay?" he worries, biting his lip nervously.

You don't expect to cry, to feel hot tears stream over your cheeks as your face screws up. Eddie nearly panics when you do. You nod, your voice cracks as you speak. "Yeah. Yeah, it's great," you sob.

"Aw, sweetheart. Come here," he sighs, holding his arms open for you. He rushes over to you and pulls you into his chest. He's warm, comfortable. He strokes his hand through your hair, gently shushes you as he tries to calm you down. He lets you cry, he knows you need it.

It is the first time he has ever seen you actually cry.

It's so new to him. You hold desperately to him, bury your face in his chest or neck to hide away from the rest of the world, your breath huffs from your body as you break down. It breaks his heart to see you cry so helplessly, but warms it to know that you feel safe enough to show him this much vulnerability.

"I know," he whispers into your hair, rocking you gently from side to side. "It's tough, but you'll be fine. I promise, you're doing amazing."

He's soft with you, so patient despite your difficulty functioning properly. He kisses your forehead and you look up at him as your bottom lip quivers. "You love me?"

It isn't so much a question of "do you", but more an expression of your disbelief of how much. He goes through such great lengths just to ensure you're okay: sneaking into your room in the middle of the night to make sure you sleep well, bringing you breakfast in the morning to make sure you eat, setting up picnics for you to make you feel better.

His heart squeezes in his chest. "I love you," he nods.

You sniff and you pull away a little, his hands grasping your hands and stroking your knuckles. "Even though..." you hate how whiny you sound, "even though I'm a mess?"

He watches your face turn up in a slight scowl as you look nowhere in general. He brings your hands to his lips, kissing each knuckle while he keeps eye contact with you. "You're my favorite mess," he smiles.

He doesn't deny that you are, he knows you're a mess. You are a complete and total disaster, but he loves you despite you, he loves you for it.

You stare at your joined hands, letting out a trembling sigh. "I'm sorry I'm not perfect." Your voice is barely a whisper, like you don't exactly want him to hear you speak those words. You don't want to admit it out loud, because it makes it truer than it would have been if you kept it locked in your head.

His heart breaks at your words. He pulls you into another hug, one you embrace entirely. "Can I let you in on a little secret?" he whispers to you. "I wouldn't like you if you were perfect. You know why? Perfect's boring. You're my little freak, and I love my little freak."

He manages to make you smile, just a small crack of a grin that makes him feel ten times lighter. "Yeah?" you mumble.

He nods, "Yeah." He bends down and captures your lips, pulling you into a kiss that washes away your troubles. Your breath trembles and your eyes flutter shut. Your hands rest on his hips, you pull him closer.

When he separates, he smiles widely at you, proudly. "Come on," he says, stepping back and holding his hand out for yours, "I've got Don McLean waiting for us by the Cokes."

You take his hand and walk with him, but you shake your head. "No, I don't do coke," you tell him, swinging your arms lightly.

He stops and looks at you, prompting you to do the same. "That was a joke?"

You smile at him, a real, genuine smile that makes his heart flutter. You laugh lightly, your cheeks flushed red from both the smile and the tears. "That was a joke," he states, laughing as well.

"Yeah," you agree, your laughter continuing to bubble in your chest. It feels good to laugh again. Eddie makes it come out so naturally, even if it takes a little more effort to encourage one now.

"You're so funny," he comments, sarcasm dripping from his tone, even if it's half-hearted.

"Thank you," you giggle as you sit next to him. Both the plates he laid out were right next to each other, he knew you wouldn't want to sit across.

"You're welcome."

You smile as he sits next to you. The next thing you hear is his gasp and you quickly turn to him, "What?"

His jaw has dropped as his eyes scan over your face. "You can't see it?" he questions. Your hands come up to your face, wiping at it to try and fix whatever he caught.

"No," you scoff. "I can't see my own face, Eddie."

He tilts his head, shaking his in feign disbelief. "It's a smile!" he exclaims. "It's the prettiest smile I've ever seen."

You blush. His compliment is entirely unnecessary and you look down at the table to try and hide your smile that spreads wider over your lips. You want to thank him, show him you appreciate his attention, but you're too flustered.

"Stop," you breathe. "You're so stupid."

He can tell you aren't serious. It isn't an actual insult, he just threw you off. His smile is cocky, "I'm right, is what I am. You are so beautiful."

He presses his lips to the side of your forehead and grabs his Coke. You bite your bottom lip. "I..."

He looks at you and mouths the words. "Thank you."

You smile gently, still chewing on your lip. "Thank you, Eddie," you whisper. "I don't deserve you."

The words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them. His smile doesn't disappear, but it isn't as wide either. "No," he says, "you deserve better than me."

Your shoulders slump. You grin, taking his hand and setting it on your lap as you hold it. "There is no one better than you, Eddie Munson," you tell him, bringing his hand to your lips.

He tries to hide his blush at your words, does so by pulling his hair in front of his face. "Aw, shucks," he smiles, chuckling a little.

It's Monday when you walk into the nurse's office. You fiddle with the hem of your shirt as you go to sit in one of the chairs available for you.

The man wearing a lab coat gives you a smile when you sit. "Hey, Y/L/N," he greets.

You give him a tight smile, "Hi."

He grabs a chart, only glancing up at you as he gets his things in order. "How're you doing?" he asks, scribbling something on his board.

"I'm okay," you respond. "Tired, a lot of late night studying." It's your cover story. Many have noticed your change in behavior, your visible stress, but not we much as the extent of it truly went.

Good. You didn't need all of that attention anyway.

"Yeah," he chuckles. The sound is hearty, almost wheezing. "Those exams are coming quick, aren't there?"

"Mhm," you agree, offering a small chuckle.

"You have any medication you've been taking that I should know about?" he says, pen in hand.

"Um," you think for a moment. "Some pain killers? I get stress headaches."

"Ah," he mumbles. He turns his back to do something, you don't see what. "Ever smoked? Done drugs at all?"

You almost stumble over your words, but catch yourself before you reveal anything criminal. "Uh– no. 'Course not."

He laughs again, smiling up at you, "Didn't think so. Can you imagine?" You chuckle nervously. He gratefully, doesn't catch your hesitance.

He grabs a small plastic vial and hands it to you. "Alrighty, I need you to spit in here up to this line."

Your heart races as you do so. It takes a while, but you hand the vial back over, turning your nose up slightly.

"Thank you." He takes it from you. He looks up at the worried expression on your face. "You sure you're alright kid?"

You nod, "Yeah, just tired. Sorry."

He shakes his head, "No need to apologize." He laughs suddenly as he makes a joke, "Won't find anything in this, will I?"

"Unless someone spiked it," you chuckle weakly, attempting a joke.

He chortles at your joke, "Alright, good to go — but don't go smoking now." He shakes his head with yet another hearty laugh.

You hate his fucking laugh.

"Alright, results will come back in a few days. We may ask for second tests if it comes out a little fishy. Shouldn't be later than the end of this week, though. Other than that, you're all good."

You feel like someone just punched you in the chest. You nod and offer a tight smile, "Thanks."

You stand as he gives his nod and last stupid laugh, "No problem, kid."

You leave the office and sink your teeth into your bottom lip as you head back to class, trying to keep yourself together.

Days. You couldn't wait days, not any longer.

When you catch sight of Eddie during lunch, you sneak him away to a dark corner behind the school and completely break down. It scares him a little.

"I have to go longer," you cry between heavy breaths. It's the only information you give, but he understands.

"I heard when they called me down," he says, watching you pace back and forth in the small space. "Hey, it's okay," he tries.

You shake your head viciously. "I can't do any longer, Eddie," you tell him, gripping your hair and moving your hands to cover your face.

"It's a couple of days," he reasons. "You just went two weeks. You'll be fine. You can do it."

"I can't, Eddie," you nearly sob as your breath gets the better of you. "I'm tired, Eddie. I'm tired of it."

"Breathe," he insists, holding his hands out to you. He takes your arms. The cool metal of his rings grounds you a little, but not enough.

"Ed–"

He cuts you off with the shake of his head, "No, breathe." He pulls you into his chest, constructs you so you have no choice but to accept his embrace. It helps a little, but he can still feel you near sobbing against him.

He buries his face in your neck and shakes his head. "Just breathe."

The week passes by far too slow. You're completely depleted by Friday when the results come back. You had worried the entire day, worn away your nails and created a hole at the bottom of your shirt.

But then your negative results assured you that you were perfectly secure.

Many of the administrators were surprised when Eddie's came back negative as well.

Your mood had lifted considerably. It's as if a switch was flipped in your brain at the news of your confirmed sobriety. You were more than impatient for the end of the day.

Eddie's attitude was a little different.

He was happy that you were a little happier, even if it was only a little bit. He's worried about allowing you to go back to your habits. After seeing what being off of it does to you, he doesn't know if he wants to give it back and make you have to experience this whole process once again.

He keeps trying to reason with himself, come up with a solution where everyone's happy. The whole reason you smoke in the first place is because of school. You'll graduate in a month and be free. But part of him doesn't believe it.

But he did promise you.

The day finally ends to reveal another Hawkins night once again. You tear out of your house like you're running from the plague.

When you show up at Eddie's van, he greets you with a smile on his face. Your smile is just as wide. "Hey, sweetheart," he says. "Come on in."

He slides the door closed behind you as you climb inside, plopping down with crossed legs on the floor.

You're practically bouncing in your seat. Eddie chuckles at your antics. You hold your hands out in a grabbing motion, flexing your fingers like he's about to give you a handful of candy.

"Woah, woah, woah," he laughs, leaning back a little. "Can I get a kiss before you treat me like a common dealer?"

"Sorry," you chuckle, leaning forward on your knees as he bends down to capture your lips.

"That's better," he smiles. He points back to the floor to motion for you to sit, "Park it."

As you sit back down, you watch him walk over to the stereo in his car. "What do you want?" he asks. "Led Zeppelin? Queen? Your American Pie?"

You shrug as your soft response follows, "I don't care." You're still bouncing in your spot, your pent up energy from your excitement trying to make its way out of your body.

"Well, we wanna set the mood," he reasons. "Should we go heavy or light?"

You sigh, tucking some hair away from your face as you shake your head gently. "Just put something on, Eddie. Whatever you want to listen to," you hold a hand out for him, beckoning him over to you.

"Alright..." he mumbles, turning on a random song and coming to sit across from you. He reaches for a small trunk in the back, "What snacks? I got the works–"

"Eddie, are you stalling?" you ask, raising a brow at him as you run a hand through your hair. He can see the exhaustion returning to your face as you look at him with a sigh.

"Me? Stalling? Never."

You raise a brow, "Then pick something and come sit." You pat the spot next to you in rhythm with your words.

"So bossy," he half-grumbles.

You speak through somewhat of a giggle, "Eddie."

"Yeah, yeah. I hear you," he breathes as he reaches for the blunt he already has prepared for you. He settles across from you, and you crawl across the van to settle between his lap. You press your back against his chest as he hands you the item. You take it between your fingers.

"Are you having one?" you ask, looking over your shoulder.

He shakes his head at you. "Not my own."

"Are you sure?" you ask, taking his hand. "Something wrong?" He shakes his head and watches you lift your hand up, hovering yours underneath. It doesn't tremble or shake, not considerably anyway.

"Steady as a rock," he smiles.

You take his face in your hands, taking in the sight of his face. His eyes are clear, oak wood irises staring back at you.

"Why not?" you almost grumble at him.

"Just don't need one," he replies.

You scoff, "Weird."

He laughs and you hear him flick his lighter. He carefully brings it up and lights the butt of your blunt. You take in the first breath in three weeks and feel the relief wash over you like a tidal wave.

"Oh, sshit," you draw out the word as you lay back against his chest. "Jesus, that feels good."

"I bet," he chuckles lightly. "You deserve it."

You lick your bottom lip. It's dry. You look down at your lap with a sigh, taking in another long puff of smoke. "I don't," you shake your head, tucking some hair behind your ear.

"Hm?" he hums, furrowing his brow as he looks over your shoulder, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

You speak slowly. "I," you chuckle humorlessly, "effectively proved that this is a...problem." You shrug, "Guess I knew it before and just... didn't listen to my instincts."

He just shrugs behind you, wrapping his arms around your midsection and pulling you in closer. "It's a coping mechanism," he sighs, plucking the joint from your fingers and taking his own drag. He hums deep in his throat as he blows it out, returning it to you. "You're under a lot of stress."

You scoff and roll your eyes, "So I should pick up a hobby or something, not smoke and deal."

He kisses the crook of your neck, "It won't be like this forever. Once we ditch that school, things will be better." You feel him draw patterns against your side as his hands rest on your waist underneath your shirt.

You shake your head slowly, bringing the cigarette back to your lips. "I'm not so sure," you sigh.

His response is quick as he nods definitely. "I am."

"How?"

"Run away with me."

Your body stills against him, and does his. You turn around in his arms to face him, sitting crossed-legged between his legs and you slouch in front of him. You lick your lips again as you try to come up with a response to his words. "...What?" you ask around a chuckle. It's all you can manage.

"Run away with me," he repeats, grabbing your free hand for a moment. He shrugs and moves his hold back to your hips, tracing patterns over your skin again. "Hawkins is shit. Let's leave and never come back."

You blink at him, looking around before offering another laugh. "And go where?"

He shrugs, "I don't know. Anywhere. Everywhere." He sighs, his eyes never breaking away from your gaze as he watches you.

You look down at your hands, down at the blunt between your fingers. You shake your head gently, "Eddie."

"I love you."

He says it without question, without debate. It's his confession, plain and simple. He doesn't fluff it up, he doesn't take anything away. He states it like it's the only true fact that remains true in the world.

Your lips part as you search his eyes. There's a hopeful gleam in them. He seems almost desperate for your acceptance. It makes your heart flutter. "I love you, too."

He smiles. This smile makes you want to cry. He takes the beauty of all the stars in the sky and keeps it for himself. "Then graduate and run away with me," he pulls you closer. "Once we leave that stage, we head west — or east. I don't care. As long as I'm with you. What do you say?"

Once again, you lick your lips as you stare at him. He doesn't take your silence as much of a good sign. You can see his smile beginning to fall, even if it's so small you could hardly tell. In reality, you aren't even pondering a response. You are too caught up in taking him in.

He's so hopeful, so lively. He looks at you as if you are the only person in the world. He holds you like you are the most precious thing he's ever had the privilege of being in the presence of. He loves you.

And you are so lucky to have his love.

"I say..." you mumble under your breath. His eyes widen slightly in an anticipation of your words. You can't help but compare him to a puppy with the way he looks at you. You melt under his gaze and smile, "...yes. Let's do it."

Eddie beams. "Yeah?"

You nod, inhaling another puff of smoke. "Yeah," your smile grows.

"'Kay," he nods. His cheeks hurt, he can't keep himself from smiling at you. He looks down at your hands and takes the cigarette from you.

A giggle bubbles in your throat and it prompts him to look up at you. "What?" he asks around his own chuckle.

"Nothing, it's just..." you shake your head and rub the side of your neck. "The valedictorian and the freak...planning to run away together to God knows where."

He joins in your laughter and nods, tapping the end of the blunt in the space between you. "It's kind of poetic, don't you think?"

You shrug, chewing on your lip. "Yeah. Guess so," you peak at him through your lashes as he plays with the roll. You raise a hand to his face, brushing your fingers against his cheek, down to his jawline.

He looks up at you, brings a hand up to cover yours before he pulls it into his lap. "I love you, sweetheart." He says it as a whisper as his eyes take in your face, his lips widening at your smile. "Promise me you won't forget that when you're sober."

You laugh as you remember those words. You shift your body so that you're sitting in his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist as your arms do the same around his neck. His position is similar, except he's under you and his hands rest on your waist. He abandons the cigarette on a tray near you and traces hearts into your skin.

"As long as you promise me I never have to be sober for that long ever again."

He laughs and nods, leaning forward so his lips are merely inches away from your face. "Promise," he smiles."

"Then I won't," you lick your lips. You close the distance between you and melt into his kiss. He tastes like weed. It's comforting as you cradle the back of his head in your hands. "I love you, too, babes," you promise. You kiss him again, sealing your deal to run away with your little freak, Eddie.

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𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌. 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: drug use, talk of substance abuse, fluff, Angst, Eddie being Eddie, Jason(he’s his own damn warning), threats, violence.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after a long day, your best friend, Eddie, decides to take you to a house party with Steve being the chaperone. After you lose Eddie somewhere near the drinks, and Steve’s off god knows where, Jason starts making nasty comments about your background history, knowing damn well what he’s doing. Once Eddie finds you, he takes you somewhere to cool off.

Once the store you were working at closed, you start to walk out to your car. You grab your keys out of your bag, turn the car on and absolutely start breaking down while Metallica is playing in the background. You didn’t even notice til after you went quiet that your favorite band started playing the exact song that was playing the night your incident happened.

A few years ago, you had started losing weight which made you question your eating habits. Your mom had decided to take you to the doctor as she was just as concerned as you were, if not, more. The doctor came out of the room to bring you and your mom to the scale that was placed in the hallway. You stepped up onto it as you were directed to do, waiting for the call to step off. Once that was given, you looked at the numbers which were reading “93 LBs”. Your heart broke in the moment and you could’ve sworn you heard the pieces of it shatter onto the floor. You didn’t understand why you were so underweight. Just last week you had weighed 101 LBs, thanks to the fact that you reached past your goal to lose weight.

The doctor had re-assured you everything was alright and it could be due to stress. But what were you stressed about? I mean, everything was going great for you. You had moved out of your dads abusive household and started hanging out with friends more, You got your job at family video, you even had a fling for a few weeks. Why were you stressed?

The next year after that, a girl at school had threatened to ‘beat your ass’ all because you told her that you wanted to be left alone after a fight with your mom. She had apperently took your silence as an invitation to go ahead and pull your hair back, along with the rest of you body, onto the floor so she could have a chance to get on-top of you and have her violent way with you. Something inside of your tiny, foggy brain had snapped and made you turn her over and start socking punches at her again, again, and again til you saw her as she started weezing so she could breath, as soon as she did, she coughed up blood, technically a puddle of blood. The security had to be called into the lounge area just so they could rip you off of her. The next few months settled in therapy and a psyche hospital for two weeks just so you could figure out what was wrong with you.

Once you started to drive off, wiping your tears, you screamed to your favorite metal classics and banged on the steering wheel as you sang your heart out. Once you had reached your final destination, you weren’t 100% that your best friend would be home, since he did have other “businesses” to attend to. You parked your beautiful VW van in the driveway, turned the vehicle off, and stepped out of your door, slamming it behind you after you had gotten your movie finds from your job, out of the back seat. You stormed to the front step of your really nice home, unlocked it and stepped inside before you had set your keys to be on the kitchen counter. “Eddie?” You shouted throughout the house, hoping he was there. As soon as you said his name, a head full of brunette curls had popped out from behind the bedroom doorway. You walked slowly to him just to give him a hug.

“What’s wrong, princess?” He whispered as he softly lifted your chin up for his eyes to meet yours. You smiled softly.

“Long day.” You gave him another soft but fake smile.

“Mmmm wanna go to this thing that Robin has NOT stopped talking about for about..” he paused to think “five days straight.”

“What is it?” You said, sitting yourself up and out of his arms as you wandered to the kitchen to open a coke. “Is it one of Tina’s stupid house parties where everyone gets stupid-black-out drunk and ends up not remembering whose bed they wound up in?” You said with slight dread.

He slightly nodded still looking at you. “I mean, I’ll be there as well as big boy Steve,” he grinned.

You shook your head. “I do not wanna end up on the wet grass in the morning, I’m good, Ed’s.”

“Fine, how about if everything gets too overwhelming, we’ll just come back here and binge a terrible horror-thriller.” You grinned at the idea.

“Only if I get to pick.” You said laughing a bit.

He lowered his head down and groaned softly. “Fine you get first pick-“ he was interrupted with a knock at the door which was your cue to go answer.

“Coming!” You smiled slightly knowing who it was.

You opened the door to a smiling boy, one of yours. It was none other than the only Steve Harrington you knew. “You coming to the party with Eddie and I? Or did he not tell you?” He said amused at first but then slight disappointment crept onto his face.

You pulled him in to your house gently, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards the kitchen where you previously were. You picked your coke up to open it and started smiling as you turned to him. “Well..?” He said waiting for an answer.

“Go ask Eddie, he’ll tell you.” You smirked not wanting to be obvious.

Eddie walked out of his room, wearing a black Rolling Stones shirt which was tucked into his normal everyday black jeans, with his hair up into a slightly cute man-bun. “Ask Eddie what, princess?” He said with a Bobby pin in his mouth as he was finishing pinning his long sideburns to the side of his hair.

You smirked again, wanting to kiss him but you weren’t going to considering the fact that you were just friends, nothing more. “Stevie here was wanting to know if I was coming to the party tonight or not.” You said looking at Steve then taking a sip of your drink.

Eddie finished his hair and walked over to the two of you. “Oh, yeah, I bribed her with a stupid thriller that she apparently gets to pick.” He said slightly grinning.

Steve was shooing you away with his hands, smirking. “Then hurry up, go! The place will start getting ready to be full by the time we get there if you keep stalling.” He said resting his hands back down as soon as you rushed upstairs to get ready.

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As shaky as you were when entering the house. You still managed to find yourself a punch bowl that you were more than sure was spiked with some terrible tasting whiskey or something you knew would be strong enough to knock some of the heavy-weights here, out. You started to search for the boys again but they were already gone, leaving your side bare.

You were leaning on the brick wall of the hallway, with a self made drink in your hand that was put together using random fruity alcohol beverages in the fridge.

“Hey, cutie.” A familiar voice had called you but you weren’t really noticing nor paying attention since you were spaced out. “Hello? Y/N!” A pair of fingers snapped infront of you, as you waited for your eyes to focus on the face that had left your stomach twisting.

“Hey, Jason.” You said un-friendly, in the sense that you just wanted to get the boys and leave already.

“What’s the attitude for, sweetheart?” He cooed.

“Please don’t call me that, Jason.” You placed your hand on your hip, slightly picking at the itching fabric on your gothic styled party dress.

He scoffs at you, dropping his drink on the counter, and placing his hand firmly between your chin so his fingers are squishing one cheek close to the other. “What the hell is your problem, slut?!” He said raising his voice.

“I told you to stop calling me names. It makes me uncomfortable.” You said snatching his hand away from your face.

“Well fine, then. Stay a stupid, crazy-ass whore who just gives every guy she sees blue balls.” He scoffed and slapped you firmly. “You won’t get anywhere with that stupid washed-out pussy of yours if you keep whoring around.” He spat. You pushed him off of you and went to walk away until he grabbed your wrist to sling you back and onto the ground, as you got back up, you pushed him to the ground and started throwing punches flat into his face until a familiar touch grasped your arm firmly and pulled you outside, to where there were still a bunch of people, but they were farther in the distance.

Eddie softly grabbed your cheeks, searching for a single scratch until he found one. He then grabs a baby wipe out of your bag, and starts to wipe your smeared makeup off just so it still looks clean. “What happened, baby?” He says softly trying not to trigger anything that’s already been covered.

“Nothing.” You answer, not really trying to give him any ideas as to why you punched Jason so hard that he probably didn’t know where he was.

“Don’t give me that dumb bullshit excuse, Y/N.” He says seriously but still soft. He balls the used baby wipes up into a tiny compressed ball and throws them into the trash can.

“He started talking about me, calling me names, saying I have a worn out pussy and I won’t get no-where if im ‘whoring’ around. He slapped me so I tried to leave and push him off of me, he pulled me back and on to the ground, so I just black out kind of.” You explain in a sad voice.

“When he pulled you back, you must’ve hit the counter or something, you have a bad scratch.” He says as he tries to work his way around it after grabbing a new wipe. “Other from being hurt, are you okay?”

You shake your head softly and hug his shoulders tightly, crying into his chest, as he rubs your back and places his chin onto your shoulder.

He pulls you closer to him, as you wrap your legs around him and he stands up, grabbing your stuff and looking for Steve. He has one hand on your lower back, keeping you up, and the other carrying your bag.

Steve’s spots the two in the crowd and rushes towards them, shoving through people.

Once he gets to the two, he carefully asks what happened. “I’ll explain in the car but for now, let’s get going.” Eddie sighs softly. Steve nods and goes to grab his drink to dump it out and wave bye to his lady friend of the night. Eddie sets you down near the pool, on one of the chairs. He gets out this ‘calming remedy’ of his which is just basic weed. He rolls the joint for you, and passes it to you, while your still sobbing.

Once you put the blunt in between your lips, you take a long inhale then take the blunt out of your mouth, and exhale, releasing a lot more smoke than you knew your body was capabale of. “She did this too.” You look disappointed but in reality, you were just scared.

“Huh?” He looked over to you, a bit confused.

“My mom. She smoked too.” You sighed softly, looking at him. “She had problems with addiction and smoking was the only thing in her life that basically took her from that.”

Eddie nodded as he understood where you were coming from.

“Growing up, she would always take me to smoke stores, to pick out what kind of shit I would get to smoke when I got to the age, now I buy the same stuff constantly” you smiled slightly.

“Wayne taught me how to roll, smoke, grind, everything.” Eddie smiled as well. You passed the joint back to him and it would continue like that until you all got back home, where you were picking out to watch Carrie for the night.

Notes: OK SO THAT WAS MY FIRST FF EVER AND IM SCREAMING CAUSE I ACTUALLY LIKES IT??

ANYWAYS IF ANYONES FOLLOWING ME(not likely) SOMEONE PLEASE GIMME REQUESTS I GUESS IDK LOL

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stoner Eddie??#angst #fluff #slight violence #steve harrington #Eddie x stoner!reader #Jason carver 😡#fanfic

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dietbajawater · 1 year

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Currently working on an Eddie fanfic rn, and I haven’t written in a while so it might take a bit for me to upload it. I wanna make sure it’s crisp and cute. There will be multiple parts. Bear with me, it’s been a bit. But look at my ice cream I got today.

Anyway, that is all,

Ally

#life #blog #eddie munson #stoner #about me #thoughts #eddie stranger things #stranger things #dietbajawater #eddie x fem!reader #ice cream

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munsonhoneybaby · 11 months

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Dustin Doesn't Know | Eddie Munson X F!Henderson!Reader

Summary: As things with Eddie start to go farther and farther, you worry how your relationship would impact Dustin if he found out.

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: 18+ mdni, drug use (marijuana), stoner!reader, smut, fwb-esque, oral (m and f receiving), balls??, fingering, p in v (protected), praise, implied subspace?? idk if that was coming across tho???

A/N: there’s a lot of stuff about reader that i’m super vague on because i’m thinking of explaining it more in the final part or maybe additional drabbles and stuff like that (she is adopted tho). i really hope that this chapter lives up to the hype and praise that the first one got since it’s taken me three months to update lol. as always lmk if i missed anything in the warnings.

part one | finale | tmic masterlist

When you heard the soft groan of your window slowly sliding open, you couldn’t hold back the grin that spread across your face. Turning around, you were met with Eddie maneuvering his lean body through the window; it wasn’t quite as awkward as you’d expected, but he certainly wasn’t as silent as he’d hoped to be as his feet thudded on your carpeted floor.

“Not too bad, Munson. You’re definitely lucky being a heavy sleeper runs in the Henderson DNA, though.” As you face him completely, he holds out a baggie of weed and a small box.

Eyebrows furrowing, you took it to examine it further as he explained. “It’s uh– incense. I noticed you lit some last time, figured it was for the smell.”

“Yeah, makes it a little easier for Mom to pretend she doesn’t know.” Opening the package, you placed one of the sticks in the holder and lit the end. “That’s really sweet, Eddie, thank you.”

“Hope the scent is alright ‘n everything, I didn’t really know what you like.” Shrugging his jacket off, he tossed it over the back of the chair at your desk.

Suppressing a smile, you bent down to the drawer next to him to get out your tray and paper again, “It’s actually one of my favorites.”

“Oh,” He seemed pleasantly surprised, but he kept his head down as he took a seat at your desk. “Good.”

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m gonna roll? Why? What’s it look like I’m doing?”

Flicking the back of his head, you replied, “Suit yourself then, smartass. I was gonna do it this time, but never mind.”

“Jeez, touchy,” He huffed playfully as he swatted your hand away. “I don’t mind rolling, I’d be doing it if I were at home right now anyway. Your only job is to sit there and look pretty for me, alright?”

“A little demeaning, but I think I can handle it,” You sighed dramatically. Much like last time, you stretched yourself out on the bed, lying on your stomach as you watched him roll the joint. His fingers handled the paper so delicately, knowing exactly how to roll and pinch it without threatening to rip it. Every now and then one of his rings would drag or clink against the wood of your desk, and you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together as you remembered the way the cool metal had felt against your hot skin.

“So, how’ve you been doing?” He placed the finished joint between his lips and held his lighter to it as he claimed the first long drag of the night. “I haven’t seen you in a minute.”

“I really am sorry about that,” You answered bashfully. “I didn’t mean for that to happen, I swear I don’t usually do stuff like that.”

“What? You mean invite in guys you hardly know to make ‘em dinner and let ‘em finger you?” Wearing a massive smirk, he held the joint out to you. You accepted it but huffed embarrassedly and his smirk only grew. “Nothin’ to be ashamed of, babe. Christ knows I’m reliving every second, I could recite every gory detail back to you.”

“I don’t know why you’re reliving it. You made me come, got blue balls, and went home.”

“So? Making you come is like seventy-five percent of the fun. Jerking off’ll make up for missing the rest,” He shrugged.

“You really don’t hold anything back, huh?” You croaked around a chestful of smoke.

“Maybe I just don’t feel like I have to with you.” You couldn’t tell if that statement went deeper than this conversation. “Should I?”

“You don’t have to hold anything back with me, Eddie,” You answered honestly. “As long as you behave around my brother.”

He pointed a finger toward you in warning as his lips curled mischievously, “I’ll remember you said that.”

Rolling your eyes, you take a couple extra hits from the joint before passing it back. He watched as you laid back on the bed, closing your eyes and slowly exhaling, the smoke billowing upwards. Eyes wandering down your body, he took in the way your shirt had rolled up to show the flesh of your tummy, how the band of your thong peeked out of your pajama pants– a different pair than last time– and accentuated the dip of your waist. He wondered how many people had gotten to see you like this; he wondered if they really appreciated it.

“You’re about to get ash on my carpet and I’m gonna have to kick your ass,” You spoke abruptly, breaking him from his reverie.

“I’m shaking, babe,” He monotoned as he ashed it in the tray.

“You should be.”

“What’s with you, hm?” He stood and placed the joint between his lips, lifting his arms to stretch his back and shoulders. His voice was teasing as he stepped toward your bed, toward you.“Bein’ so mean to me today. You know, you were a lot nicer the last time we smoked together.”

Scooting over to make room for him on the bed, your eyes caught on the faint trail of hair leading into his jeans before lifting to meet his. Reaching out to take the joint back, you said, “‘M not being mean. Just keeping you in line, Munson.”

Crawling into the bed beside you, he settled on his side, head resting in his hand. “Probably a good idea.” Hoping his fingers weren’t twitching with nerves, he slowly grazed them over the soft skin of your stomach. “You know I’m always gettin’ into trouble.”

“I guess I’ll just have to keep an eye on you,” You posited, taking yet another long drag.

“A close one,” He hummed in agreement. His touch moved up your stomach, raising goosebumps in its wake as your head slumped against his shoulder. “This okay?”

Though you were leaning into his touch, you asked, “Do you think this is a bad idea?”

Eddie’s hand froze and he leaned back slightly to try to look at you. “What? What do you mean? Do you think it is?”

You didn’t meet his eyes. “I don’t know. You’re just so important to Dustin and I don’t want to change the way he sees you. I would never want something between us to affect your relationship with him.”

“In the nicest way possible, babe–” He brushed your hair back from your face, finally locking eyes with you. “You worry too much. We’re both adults, alright? Even if something were to happen, I wouldn’t let Dustin get caught in that. We’d work around it, y’know? I think we could be mature about it. If things went bad, that is– and I mean, I don’t really think they would–”

You stretched your neck to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Careful of the now-unlit joint still in your hand, you squeezed his side. “You’re probably right, Eds.” Your lips trailed to his jaw, lined with a light smile. “I won’t worry about it anymore tonight, I didn’t mean to get you worked up.”

His cheeks flushed and he mumbled only half-jokingly, “‘M not worked up. Just don’t want you runnin’ out on me just yet, you’re actually kinda cool.”

Your eyes softened and your hand slid from his side to his chest, “I won’t go anywhere, Eddie. You don’t have to worry about that. Now,” Pressing against his chest, you urged him onto his back so you could straddle his thighs. He bit down on his lower lip, looking up at you with eager eyes. Slipping your hand into his jeans pocket for his lighter, you continued, “Enough with the heavy. We still have half a joint to finish and I seem to remember getting interrupted in the middle of something important the last time you were here.”

“You know, you really don’t have to feel obligated,” He reminded you. Still, his hands immediately wandered from your thighs, up your sides, and back.

“Who said I felt obligated, hm?” The pads of your fingers brushed his lips as you placed the lit joint between them. “Maybe I’ve just really been looking forward to making you come.”

A cloud of smoke rolled from his mouth as he groaned, clutching your hips to draw you further toward him. “Fuck, keep talking like that and it’s gonna happen way too soon, sweet thing. Been thinkin’ about it, huh?”

“Haven’t stopped thinking about it since you left,” You answered. “About what you’d do when you got home.”

“Yeah?” His hand crept beneath your shirt, running up your spine before guiding you closer. “That’s cute, baby. Thought about me stroking my cock and thinkin’ how much better that pretty pussy would feel instead? You didn’t touch yourself after I left, did you?”

Hips already grinding down against his, you lightly pinched his side. “None of your business.”

“Wait, seriously? I was just fucking around, did you actually make yourself come thinking about me beating off?”

Your head fell back and you let out a laugh that was way too loud for the time of the night. “Eddie, what the fuck?”

He said your name, tone far more serious than his statement required. “You have no idea how fucking hot that is. You’re actually about to make me bust in my pants.”

“Well don’t, alright? We were just getting to the good part when somebody got sidetracked,” You teased. Leaning down, you let your lips graze his and smiled. “Let me make you feel as good as you made me feel, yeah?” After pressing a quick peck to his lips, you sat up. “Take off your shirt.”

“Bossy,” He muttered with false exasperation. As he yanked his shirt over his head and whipped it across the room, he felt your hands drift to the button of his jeans. He tilted his chin to kiss you deeper than before.

“Of course, you have more tattoos,” You huffed.

He might have asked if that was a problem if he hadn’t picked up on the subtle whine behind your voice. “Mmm, should’a known you’d dig the tatties. I’ll give you a tour later, huh, sweetheart? Wouldn’t wanna get sidetracked again, would we?”

“You’re a jackass, y’know that?”

“I think I’ve been told once or twice, yeah.” Hand framing your jaw, his rings pressed into one side of your neck as his left slow, open-mouthed kisses along the other. “Pretty baby,” He hummed lowly against your ear. “Bein’ so good to me.”

“You still haven’t let me show you how good I can be,” You replied breathily.

“I just keep on distractin’ you, huh?” He pressed a couple playful kisses to your lips before asking, “Want me to let you get back to work?” Before he’d even finished his sentence, you were unzipping his jeans and scooting backward to tug them past his hips.

“Fuck, I knew you’d be big,” You whined as you eyed the outline of his length within the confines of his boxers.

“I’ll try not to let that go to my head,” He jested with a smirk.

“I’m sure it will anyway. That’s okay though, your confidence isn’t misplaced, Eds.” When you finally pulled his boxers down, you practically had to bite down on your lip to stifle a moan at the sight. His cock twitched against his lower abdomen, precome almost dripping into the hair there. “Eddie, shit. Gonna taste so good.”

The way his length jumped at the sound of your voice almost had you drooling. He held your hair back from your face, thumb rubbing over your cheek as your hand wrapped around his base. “So fuckin’ dirty, gettin’ all desperate to suck my cock. Go on, baby, I won’t keep you waiting anymore.”

“I think I’m the one who’s s’posed to be saying that,” You hummed. Leaning forward, you let spit drip from your lip to the head, slowly stroking him.

“Don’t sweat it, you’re worth holding out for.” His words already held a faint pant. As your tongue traced his length he tightened his grip on your hair. When your lips finally wrapped around him, his mouth fell open, a shaky breath escaping him as he hits the back of your throat. “Shit, definitely worth it.” Eyes glazed, he watched how your cheeks hollowed around him, how your lashes fluttered as you kept your eyes down. “Look at me, sweet thing. Gimme those eyes.” Nervously doing as he asked, your gaze locked with his and he stifled a groan. “Too fuckin’ pretty.”

His hand still sweetly held your hair back from your face as you let his cock slip from your spit-soaked lips, mouthing sloppy kisses along it until you reached his balls. Your tongue laved across one and his eyes rolled back, head falling against your pillows. “What the fuck,” He groaned incredulously. “You’re fucking unreal. I have to be dreaming right now.”

“Vivid dreamer,” You quipped lowly.

Smirk never leaving his face, he tugged lightly at your hair, drawing a small gasp from you. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had this dream, sweetheart. Definitely never felt this good before, though.”

“Glad I’m living up to your expectations, Munson.” Taking him back into your mouth, the musky taste of his precome coated your tongue. The moan he fought to hold back became a whimper as you lapped up every drop. Resisting the urge to gag, you bobbed your head further until your nose brushed the dark curls around his base. Your nails dragged lightly over the ink winding around his hipbone, making them jerk in response.

“You have no idea,” A whine was beginning to leak into his tone. “‘M already close, baby. You’re s’fucking good. Such a good girl for me.” Hand cradling the back of your head, his hips rutted carefully to meet your movements. Nails digging into his hips encouragingly, you tried to keep your eyes on him as the rise and fall of his chest grew more rapid. “Fuck, you’re g’nna make me come.” You moaned eagerly, vibrations making his thighs tense.

Not wanting to pull your hair too hard, Eddie clutched your bedding instead. His other hand formed a fist which he bit down on, huffing out ragged breaths around it in an attempt to keep quiet. You could feel his cock twitch as his come filled your mouth and a tremor ran through his body as he watched you swallow all of it.

He was still panting as you crawled to his level, planting a far-too-sweet kiss on his lips and smiling. Shaking his head, he breathed, “Too fuckin’ good.”

“Happy to return the favor.”

“Fuck favors.” His hand found a home in your hair again as he pulled you in for a heated kiss. His free hand lifted your shirt until you leaned back so he could tug it over your head. “I just want you. Are you alright with that?” You just looked into his eyes for a moment– silently communicating something that you weren’t sure either of you fully understood– before your lips met his again, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra. Calloused fingertips brushed down the sensitive skin of your neck and over your chest to your nipples. You shivered, goosebumps pebbling your skin as he teased them with the pads of his thumbs. Your mouth fell open against his and his teeth nipped your lower lip. Trailing a few kisses along your jaw, he murmured, “Pretty baby.”

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps in the hallway followed by the bathroom door creaking made you both freeze. You glanced at your bedroom doorknob to ensure it was locked before you and Eddie both eyed the alarm clock on your nightstand. It was almost a quarter past three in the morning and Dustin would be getting up for school in less than four hours.

“That’s my cue, isn’t it?” He pouted.

“I think so,” You sighed. Lifting your hips, you allowed him to fix his boxers and jeans before he handed you your shirt. “We can hang out again soon though, okay?”

“Yeah,” He snorted, crawling out of your bed to search the other side of the room for his own shirt. “‘Hang out’. ‘Cause I do this with all my friends, y’know?”

“I’m sorry, do you want me to say you can sneak in my window for head again?”

Laughing, he pulled his shirt over his head and slipped his shoes back on before walking back over to you. His hands cradled your jaw, tilting your head back so he could look into your eyes from where he stood between your legs. “Maybe I wanna give you head next time, hm? How ‘bout that?”

Body heating embarrassedly, you tried to look anywhere but his eyes. “I’ll consider it.”

“Mmm, good.” He pressed a long, slow kiss to your lips before hesitantly pulling back. “I’ve got a lot to think about until the next time I see you.”

“I’ll call you, okay?”

Grinning, he swiped his thumb over your cheek one last time before he headed for your window. “I’ll be waiting, Henderson.” He ducked back out the window and you peeked your head out after him. Throwing you a quick wink, he started to cut across the yard where he must have parked a few doors down, lighting a cigarette on his way. This was far from the last time Eddie Munson would make an escape from your window.

Letting out another sigh, you kicked off your pajama pants and climbed back into bed. After spending nearly an hour tossing and turning, your hand found its way between your legs, seeking relief so you could finally fall asleep.

Nearly four weeks later, you were watching TV in the living room when the boys came in after school. Dustin threw himself down on the couch with a loud groan while Lucas and Mike both sat down with much less dramatic frustration. “I just don’t understand why they can’t rehearse somewhere else, Hellfire uses the same room every week and they’ve already kicked us out once!”

“Well, it is the drama room and they are rehearsing for the school musical,” You reminded him, going to the kitchen. He grumbled something unintelligible in response as you poured glasses of water for all three boys. “You guys could always have Hellfire here again. Gives Mom a reason to get out of the house and I don’t mind having you guys as long as you don’t totally trash the basement.”

There was a brief pause before he spoke again, cautiously. “...Will you make snacks ‘n stuff?”

Rolling your eyes, you ruffled his hair which made him swat at your hand as you answered. “I suppose I could do something like that. I’m not making anything extravagant though. Let me know if there are any allergies I should know about.”

“Should someone call and ask Eddie?” Lucas piped up. “You know how he can get. He probably won’t like not having his throne again.”

“Eddie would probably have Hellfire here every week if he could,” Mike scoffed. After a none-too-subtle look from Lucas though, he glanced at Dustin, then you, and seemed to think better of it. “‘Cause of the uh- snacks, y’know.”

“Right, anyways–” Lucas took over, inconspicuously trying to guide the conversation back on track. “Someone should probably call him and let him know so he can tell the rest of the guys.”

Over the course of the past month, Eddie had snuck in a grand total of three times, and between these secret smoke sessions you managed to squeeze in conversation at the weekly Hellfire meetings. You called him every now and then when no one else was home, but that was it. While you suspected he’d told Jeff and Gareth, you definitely didn’t believe he would say anything to Lucas or Mike. Whatever suspicions they had, you just hoped they wouldn’t share them with Dustin.

You raised an eyebrow at the two of them questioningly and, in almost perfect sync, they stood and said, “I’ll do it!” You still had no idea how they got away with lying to their parents so often.

You suppressed a smile as you heard Iron Maiden’s “Phantom of the Opera” slowly growing louder until Eddie’s van creaked to a halt in your driveway the next week. The music cut out, replaced by voices and doors slamming. He didn’t even knock before he walked in, Jeff and Gareth in tow. Wearing a wide grin, his dimples were on full display as he leaned across the counter separating the front room from the kitchen. “Heard all this was your idea. You obsessed with me or somethin’, Henderson?”

“Excuse me for trying to be a good big sister, I’ll let them kick you to the basement with newspaper and AV club next week.”

He opened his mouth to respond but got distracted when he caught sight of just how much food you made. It looked like you were hosting a potluck; there were three different crockpots plugged in, at least four covered pots on the stovetop, and countless bowls and foil-covered plates scattered across the countertops. “Woah.”

“Did you make all this?” Jeff asked as he stepped into the kitchen.

“Yeah, I hope you didn’t eat anything before you came. I may have gone a little overboard.”

The three of them grabbed paper plates and Gareth chimed, “How long were you cooking?”

“I don’t know uh– since around ten this morning? It’s really not a big deal. Dustin was at school all day and Mom was at work and I had the day off anyway, figured I had nothing better to do.” You shrugged, turning to get a few glasses out of the cabinet for them. “You can drink whatever outta the fridge. The boys are already downstairs digging in, of course.”

“Thank you, you really didn’t have to do so much. We would’ve been thrilled for a couple bags of chips and a two-liter.”

“Yeah, seriously. Thank you,” Jeff added, he and Gareth piling their plates high.

“It’s my pleasure, guys. Really.”

Eddie’s plate was still empty in his hand, waiting up for them to head to the basement so he could get a moment alone with you. The other two noticed, exchanging a knowing glance before making their way toward the basement door. “We’ll go ahead and start setting up.”

“Thanks, I’ll be down in a sec,” Eddie nodded. When the door closed behind them, he set his plate back down on the counter. “They’re right, you really didn’t have to do all this, sweetheart.”

“Gave me something to do with my day,” You insisted. “You’d better eat some or you’ll hurt my feelings.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m gonna eat. You’ll be lucky if there are leftovers.” He spared a glance at the basement door before his hands found the counter on either side of you, trapping you between his arms. “Maybe tonight I can come back for dessert?”

“I already made cookies and peach cream puffs–”

He interrupted you with a laugh, “C’mon, now you’re practically setting me up for it.” You shoved at his shoulder, fighting back another smile, and he leaned closer anyway. “How about I just come back to thank you for all your hard work then?”

Tilting your chin up, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips and replied, “How about you make your plate and eat your food first and I’ll think about it?”

“I’m already on it. I’ll get seconds, too. I’ll get fuckin’ thirds, babe, you’ll see. The way to my heart is through my stomach.”

“Save the theatrics for the game downstairs, hm? They’re waiting on you.”

“You in a hurry to get rid of me or something?” He asked, maybe two-thirds playfully.

“You’re here for Dustin is all,” You shrugged, toying with a loose thread on his Hellfire tee. “He’s expecting you down there and you know how he is, he won’t have any problem asking me questions about what takes us so long when we see each other.”

His thumb rubbed careful circles against your upper arm. “I really think you’re reading too much into it. You’re his big sister looking out for him and I’m the head of his school club, we’ve got plenty of stuff to talk about. Dustin’s not gonna notice if we make conversation for a few minutes whenever we see each other.” His tone grew more joking as he added, “Besides, I seem to remember being owed a certain phone call that I’ve yet to receive.”

“It’s been a week. I can’t sneak you in every night, alright?”

“You would if you could though, right?” He smirked.

Shoving him away, you rolled your eyes. “Alright, Eddie the Banished is now officially banished from my kitchen. Get your food and go downstairs.”

His eyes narrow at you as he started making his plate. Between crunches, he spoke around a mouthful of chips. “You’re a bully, you know that?”

Grabbing a roll of paper towels, you tucked it under his arm for him to take down to the rest of the boys. “Just make sure you all clean up after yourselves and maybe I’ll let you come back over after Dustin goes to Mike’s.”

“You drive a hard bargain, babe.” He stole a quick kiss before making his way toward the basement door. “But you’ve got yourself a deal. I’ll try and keep the noise down.”

“No, you won’t.”

“No, I won’t.”

When he left about two and a half hours later, he only drove two blocks away, circling around long enough for the younger boys to have ridden their bikes away from the Henderson house. “I could get used to usin’ the front door,” He chimed as he strolled back in. “Think I pulled a muscle squeezing through your window last time.”

Having changed into an old Judas Priest tee and pajama shorts, you were sealing the last few containers of leftovers and putting them in the fridge. “Uh oh, should I start looking for a new dealer?”

“See, that? Mean. So mean.”

“How about I let you go ahead to my room and light the joint sitting on my nightstand? Would I be less mean then?”

He frowned, taking a step in your direction instead. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay and help you clean up?”

“I’m already almost done, it’ll just be a minute. Promise.”

“If you say so,” He drawled as he headed down the hall to your room. The door creaked as it closed halfway behind him and he looked around your room yet again. He liked being in here, being surrounded by you. He hoped you wouldn’t find it rude that he opened the drawer he’d seen you keep your incense in, lighting a stick and placing it in the holder. The radio was already turned down low when he turned it on, a cassette of Black Sabbath still inside. Then he cracked open the window, taking off his shoes and jacket afterward.

Holding the joint between his lips, he lit it and tossed the lighter on the bed before continuing to look around. A few necklaces were hooked over the corner of the mirror that hung on your wall. Mascara, rings, and a couple pairs of earrings were left out on your vanity. On your dresser, there was a framed picture of you and Dustin in the Hawkins middle school, your arm around his shoulders as he flaunted a science fair ribbon enthusiastically to the camera. Bottles of lotion and perfume sat beside it and he was obviously lacking a healthy level of self-restraint as he picked one up and popped the cap off to smell it.

He nearly jumped three feet in the air when you spoke up from behind him. “Did you wanna take a pair of panties too or…?”

“Well, if the offer’s on the table–” Still, he had on a sheepish expression as he turned to face you. “I’m sorry, that was probably totally weird of me–”

“Maybe it’s weird of me that I don’t mind,” You shrugged as you took the joint from him and sat cross-legged on your bed. “Thanks for getting everything ready in here. Obviously, I don’t need to tell you to make yourself at home.”

He sat down backward on the chair at your vanity, facing you though his head was tilted toward the floor. “I swear I wasn’t like– actually snooping through anything. I just looked around the room.”

“Eddie, you don’t have to defend yourself. You were smelling perfume that was sitting out, it’s not like you were rifling through drawers. I told you you could be in here by yourself, I wouldn’t have left anything out I wanted kept private. Besides, I trust you.” Leaning forward, you passed him the joint. “And you don’t have to sit all the way over there.”

“You really aren’t upset at all?” He looked up at you through his lashes.

“Would you just get in the bed? The house is gonna be empty til at least 11:30 and we’ve still got half a joint. I was thinking of possibly smoking a bowl too.”

Suppressing a smile, he settled into the bed beside you. “So, does that mean I still get the panties?”

You replied by jabbing him in the side with your sock-covered foot, but his fingers wrapped around your ankle, pulling your leg across his lap. He traced patterns along the bare skin of your legs as he watched you smoke, occasionally squeezing at your calf or thigh. Feeling a little jittery as the quiet held out, he murmured, “I like your shirt.”

“Thank you, Eds,” You hummed back.

Your little amused smile made his cheeks flush faintly. “Welcome.”

He was flooded with a wave of déjà vu as you crawled into his lap, cupping his jaw to exhale smoke into his mouth. “This feels awful familiar.”

“Well, we’ve got more time than usual.” One hand wandered the expanse of his chest through his shirt as the other placed the dwindling joint between his lips. “I was thinking maybe we could finally finish what we keep starting.”

“You sure we aren’t gonna get interrupted this time?” He asked jokingly.

“We’ve got plenty of time,” You reassured him with a small smile.

“Good.” He drew you closer, “‘Cause I’m thinkin’ we don’t need to go so fast tonight.” Your eyes fluttered closed at the first touch of his lips to your skin, the kisses he left growing sloppier as they moved farther down your neck. A small chill shook his shoulders as your fingers grazed the nape of his neck, caringly gathering his hair into a fluffy bundle and loosely tying it back. So fuckin’ precious. “Thank you, sweetheart. You always think of everything, don’t you?”

“I try.”

Hand cupping the back of your head, his lips molded to yours in a long, slow kiss. As he did, he urged you onto your back, fingers grazing your lips as he settled the joint between them. “That’s enough of that. You don’t have to think anymore tonight. I just wanna take you apart, okay? Make you feel good.” His fingers slipped beneath both your shorts and underwear, gently tugging them past your hips. “Been thinkin’ about this for weeks.” The way he pushed your legs back toward your chest had you spread wide for him, your arms rising to cover your face bashfully. Warm hands eased back and forth along the backs of your thighs as he pressed kisses to the delicate skin at the creases of them. “Fuck, you even smell good.”

Eddie actually moaned when he finally tasted you. His tongue soothed over your clit before delving inside you, hands grasping at any part of you he could touch. Meanwhile, your hands were weaving into his hair, further dishevelling his already-messy bun. “Eds,” You breathed.

He briefly pulled back just enough to pant, “Can you take your shirt off? Please? Wanna see you.”

The second you lifted it over your head he was groping at the newly exposed skin, back to burying his face between your thighs. Looking up at you with those big, brown eyes, he zeroed in on your clit. You gasped, “Oh my god, right there.” When he eased his middle finger inside you, curling it to prod at a sensitive spot, you were unable to stifle a squeal.

“I’m just hittin’ all the sweet spots, huh? Pussy was made for me, baby.” Your hand found his free one on the bed, fingers lacing with his as the other remained in his hair. “That’s right, I’ve got you.” A second finger joined the first inside you, spreading you open. Devoting his effort to making you come, his mouth only ever broke away from you to coo the most knee-weakeningly dirty words. Things like, “Want you to come all over my fingers ‘n’ then I’ll stretch you out with my cock, okay? Know you’ve been waitin’ for it.”

“‘M almost there, Eddie, please. Need more.” Distress colored your tone, muscles tensing and un-tensing sporadically. His hand released yours, choosing to drag the pad of his thumb over your nipple instead. The careful pinch he gave afterward made your toes curl.

Feeling your walls squeeze around him, he fractionally sped up the movements of his hand, tongue still tormenting your clit. Quiet gasping moans overpowered the sound of the music as you clutched at the t-shirt covering his shoulders. “That’s my girl, let it out. I’m right here.” He waited until you’d relaxed to gently draw his fingers from you– arms covering your eyes and forehead as you caught your breath, you didn’t see him lick them clean. His palms were warm and slightly rough as they moved over your stomach and sides, “Still with me, sweet thing?”

“Yeah, yeah ‘m here,” You sighed airily. “Just waiting for the stars in my vision to go away.”

“Oh, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet, babe.” His lips made a path up back up your stomach, sloppy kisses and gentle bites ravishing your skin. Instead, you urged him to kiss you before finding the hem of his Hellfire t-shirt to yank it off. Your nails scraped gently over the tattoos on his chest and he shivered, clutching your hips to his. The icy cold metal of his handcuff belt buckle met the heat between your legs, making you gasp into his mouth. You reached down, fumbling to undo the handcuff design. “Easy, baby, lemme do it.”

Standing from the bed, he took his time working his belt and jeans open, eyes slowly raking over you. His lips curved into a subtle smile making your stomach flip. The way Eddie looked at you sometimes was almost overwhelming. You could see the tip of his tongue poke out from the corner of his mouth as he pushed his pants and boxers down, immediately climbing back over you. “Condoms in the nightstand,” You mumbled against the demon head inked on his pec.

He reached over to open the drawer, chuckling at the pre-packed bowl in the corner and grabbing a condom. You surprised him by taking it from him, tearing it open, and pulling him down for another long, slow kiss as you rolled it on for him. Humming as you slowly pulled apart again, he said, “You’re kinda fuckin’ adorable, you know that?”

“Don’t be a dick,” You pouted against his lips.

“You always think I’m teasin’ you and I’m not.” His nose brushed your cheek as he murmured, “Just think you’re the sweetest little thing. Let me appreciate you.”

You tucked your head into the crook of his neck a little bashfully. “Wanna feel you, Eds.”

“I’ve got you, honey, don’t worry.” The first few inches already had you clenching around him as he pressed in. His fingers laced into your hair, gently tugging your head back enough for him to watch your face. “There she is. Doin’ okay, pretty girl?”

“Feels so good,” You breathed out. Your voice sounded strained like your throat was tight. “S’big, Eddie.”

“I know, but you’re takin’ me so good. Doin’ such a good job, baby.” He brushed your hair away from your face as he gazed down at you, his thumb stroking over your temple. “Tell me if you wanna stop.”

Your nose brushed his when you shook your head no, nails digging into his shoulder blades. Eddie gripped your thigh, hitching it over his hip. Eyes closing, you didn’t see the way he watched you as he pulled out nearly completely before pushing back in. He admired how your eyebrows furrowed a little, your lips parting with a reserved moan. You still weren’t letting go.

He was gonna change that.

Forgoing the slow pace he’d been giving you to adjust, sudden quick thrusts of his hips had your eyes opening. You blinked up at him with glassy eyes. Thighs squeezing at his sides, you clung to him. Still supporting himself on one arm, the other snuck between your bodies to find your clit. The broken moan you let out made him smile. “S’that what you needed to make some noise for me? Love hearing you, sweetheart.” He hissed as your nails dragged down his back, but that smile never left his face.

Heat licked up your legs starting from the soles of your feet, your stomach tightening as a second orgasm crept up on you. He could tell when you came again, feeling your walls spasm around him while pitchy whines you couldn’t suppress escaped your throat. “Shit,” He panted out. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. C’n I keep going?”

Nodding, you crossed your ankles behind his back, legs wrapping more comfortably around him and caging him in closer. “Wan’ you to come, Eddie.”

“Jesus, babe, won’t take long if you keep doin’ shit like that.” He kissed you, but your lips fell open against his as his cock ground deeper into you. “God, this pussy’s fucking perfect, baby.” His grunts became pronounced groans as your hands tangled in his hair, hair tie barely hanging on. He gripped your thigh so tight you knew you’d look for fingerprints the next morning. You tugged his lower lip between your teeth and his hips jerked, burying himself as deep inside you as he could when he came.

Neither of you loosened your hold on the other for another minute or two– you just tucked your head into the crook of his neck and let your palms explore the expanse of his back while you both caught your breath. His weight was warm and grounding on top of you, calloused fingertips grazing back and forth along your side.

When you let your head fall back against the pillow you were met with Eddie’s big, warm eyes and soft smile. It was a little flustering, you could only meet his eyes through your lashes. “What?”

But he didn’t answer. He just cradled your face in his hand and delicately molded his lips to yours. It was only after that that he finally pulled out, making your legs twitch around his waist before letting him up. He tied off the condom and threw it away and as he pulled on his boxers, he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Why don’t you go to the bathroom? I’ll get some water and get the bowl ready.”

“Thank you, Eddie,” You hummed quietly in response.

“Don’t need to thank me, sweet girl.” He handed you your shirt, watching you pull it on and head for the bathroom before he went to the kitchen.

Finding him back in your bed, bowl and lighter in hand, you didn’t hesitate to crawl in with him. Your back against his chest, he offered it to you and lit it as you took a hit. His arm settled around your waist and your fingers loosely wrapped around it. He took a decent hit for himself and finally spoke again as he breathed out the smoke. “Is everything alright? You’ve been kinda quiet– I can go if you want.”

Your hold on his arm tightened slightly. “No, not at all. Sorry, I’m just kinda…” Searching for the words, your thumb tapped impatiently on his skin and you nuzzled yourself further back into him.

“That’s okay,” He reassured. “I think I get it. Take your time, baby, whatever you need.” You hit the bowl again, letting him hold it for you this time and resting your head against his chest afterward. Eddie looked down at you, your eyes closed as you sighed out smoke, and he was taken aback again by how open you were being with him– how much you were trusting him with. Warmth filled his chest at the realization that you were letting him take care of you.

Over the next few minutes, your head seemed to clear a bit. Taking a drink of water, your eyes finally met Eddie’s again, giving each other a small smile.

“So, I’ve got a proposal for you,” He began.

“I’m listening.”

He passed the bowl back to you, gaze following your movements as he spoke. “I wanna spend time with you. Not just sneaking in to fuck around or stealing a few minutes when we see each other at Hellfire, I mean really spend time with you. Let me take you out to dinner or– or come watch a movie at my place or something.” His nerves rose as he kept talking, seeing your eyelids sink lower as you inhaled a lungful of smoke.

He fidgeted with the chain around his wrist until you breathed out a response. “Okay. It’s a date.”

His face split in a grin, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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glassy eyes, hazy afternoons // pt 2

Eddie Munson x anxious!stoner!Reader

part 1

Summary: Reader goes exploring Hawkins with her brother and makes more unexpected friends, leading her to attend a live music show at the Hideout.

Content Warnings: fem!reader, reader has an older brother, use of y/n, minor descriptions of anxiety, recreational use of drugs, use of cigarettes, alcohol consumption, adult language, adult content (minors DNI!), fluff, mutual pining.

Authors Note: AHHHHH PT 2!!! She’s lengthy but she’s good honest work. I love writing Eddie Munson, what a pleasure he is to work with, as I’m sure anyone else would agree. Anyway, please enjoy this heart-warming and flirty installment of the series.

Autumn in Hawkins looked straight out of the beautiful beginnings of a scary movie—the turning leaves of the maple trees standing out through the light fog that spread through the town like a blanket.

Windows were blurred with humidity and had condensation running down the panes like tears. When Y/n woke up that morning, she could feel the cool damp air clinging to her skin, and her nose was red with a chill. Her eyes darted over to the window next to her bed, realizing she had left it open a few inches overnight. The windowsill was wet with morning dew, as was her glass bottle green ashtray.

Before shoving the window closed, she dumped the remnants of her nightly smoke outside into the flower bed. She dusted off her hands and stood up from her bed, thinking about her plans for her lazy Saturday morning. Y/n searched for her coziest sweater and sweatpants, completed with some warm wool socks.

The aroma of eggs and toast wafted through the house. Johnny worked most Saturdays since they’d been in Hawkins, having to put their regular Saturday morning breakfasts on hold. It hadn’t felt right to carry the tradition without Sam’s presence, anyway.

Y/n shuffled down the hallway, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she made her way to the eat-in kitchen. “Hey pops,” she said before looking to the stove where she expected to see her dad in his favorite slippers and plaid pajamas, but the figure holding the skillet wasn’t her father.

“Hey there, kiddo!” Sam imitated their fathers gravely morning voice from the years of smoking cigarettes.

“SAMMY!” She shouted in surprise, now fully awake. Y/n dashed over to his open arms to give him a tight squeeze. Sam’s chest shook with laughter at his sister’s excitement.

“Miss me?” He quipped, knowing full well how much his sister had missed him, because he missed her just as much.

“Not a bit.” She said with a smile as she pulled away to look him in the eye.

Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning back to the stove to flip an egg over easy—the way their dad likes them.

Y/n leaned on the counter next to Sam to swipe some toast from the stacked plate, then moved to the fridge for some butter and orange juice.

“When did you get here??” She asked looking over the top of the fridge door. Sam moved their plates to the table and plopped down in the creaky chair.

“Late last night, the old man doesn’t even know I’m here yet.” Sam said, rubbing his hands together like a villain with an evil plan at work. Y/n chuckled, setting down the butter dish and carton then grabbed some silverware and glasses for everyone.

They easily fell back in routine together, as if they never parted. Back in the day when Sam was 7 and Y/n was 5, people confused them for twins more often than not, because you rarely saw one without the other.

Sam had kept up with weekly phone calls back home while he was away, and even wrote twice, but of course it wasn’t the same.

Every Wednesday evening since Sam had been away, Johnny and Y/n would sit on the sofa with the phone in between them to talk to Sam for an hour or so. Sam would tell them about the interesting things he’d learned in class and the fun places to eat and “socialize”.

Of course, the weekly phone calls were nice, but with their dad being on the phone, Sam never got to tell her the real juicy stuff about college he’d been dying to experience.

It was no secret that Sam was wild, he was the life of almost every party, even Johnny knew his son was a little feral. But something else everyone knew about Sam was that he was genuinely a good boy through and through.

Sam always seemed to know what to say to people, whether it’s to break the ice, or stop a fight, Y/n had yet to see a situation Sam couldn’t ease.

“He typically works Saturdays, but this is his off day, so he should be up any minute now.”

Sam sipped his orange juice and raised his eyebrows. Before quickly setting the glass down. “Should we scare him?” He asks mischievously.

Crunching on her overdone toast, Y/n cranes her neck to see down the hallway, noticing her father’s door was cracked, and light peered through, confirming he was awake.

She nodded vigorously, both of them scooting out of their chairs hurriedly to find the perfect hiding spot.

“Where can I even fit??” Sam hissed, referring to his tall stature.

“The pantry!” Y/n quickly suggests.

She opens the door and hurriedly shoves Sam inside, the clumsy boy knocking over a stack of canned peas.

As she’s quietly closing the door behind him, Y/n hears the familiar creak of her dad’s door opening.

She sat down at the table, nervously eyeing Sam’s half-finished plate of runny eggs and toast, hoping it wouldn’t ruin the surprise.

Johnny made his way around the corner, sleep still lingering in his eyes. His greying hair, normally kept very tidy, was flat on one side where he slept. His warm moccasins shuffled against the floor as he approached his daughter, giving her a gentle head pat.

“Mornin’, darlin’” he mumbled while suppressing a yawn. “Awful nice of you to cook our breakfast, did you have a chance to put on some coffee?” He asked, moving Sam’s plate over to another space without any thought.

Y/n stifled a chuckle before speaking louder than normal. “Oh, no, I didn’t, but I think there’s some in the pantry.”

Johnny nodded and shuffled on over to the corner of the room where the closet was. As soon as he turned the knob, Sam popped out with a, “MORNIN’ DAD!” holding the coffee can out to him.

Their fathers’ light eyes shot open like Y/n’s had at the surprise visit. “WHAT THE HELL—Sam! What are you doing in there, boy??” Johnny laughed as he pulled his son down to him for a hug and fond pat on the back.

“Why didn’t you tell us on the phone you were coming? We could’ve had the spare room done up for you!” He rambled, overwhelmed with happiness to have both of his kids under the same roof for the first time in a month.

“Where’s the fun in that? I decided on Thursday I’d come down for the weekend, especially since I wanted to hear allll about sister’s first week.” Sam said, reaching over to ruffle Y/n’s hair while she swatted at him.

“Well, I can assure you; it hasn’t been nearly as eventful as your month at college.” She finished with a sip of her orange juice. Sam rolled his eyes at his sister’s inability to talk about herself.

“I’ll be the judge of that later, but for now you need to get ready.” He said expectantly, biting into his toast.

Johnny quietly fixed his plate by the stove and grabbed his ceramic mug to move to his seat at the table.

“For what?” Y/n questioned, an uncertain tone to her voice. Sam finished the rest of his eggs, using the toast to soak up the rest of the runny egg yolk, making Y/n want to hurl.

“Could you not do that next to me, that’s disgusting.” She wrinkled her nose at him as he chewed obnoxiously. “Try before you deny, sis, you can’t say anything is gross without trying it first.”

“I have eaten enough eggs next to you to know that the runny yokes are not for me.”

She stood and cleared the rest of her plate into the garbage and rinsed it before placing it in the sink. “Enough about the eggs alright, just go get some clothes on and show me around this place.” Sam suggested.

“Why do we have to go out?” She asked.

“Aw, c’mon, let’s explore! I know you haven’t been out and around yet, so let’s do it together!”

Johnny looked over the top of his morning paper, to contribute a “He’s right, you know,”

Y/n shot her dad a look of betrayal. “What? I think it’s a great idea for you to get to know the town together, you weren’t gonna go out on your own, were you?” Their dad asked with a knowing look.

Y/n rolled her eyes and turned around without another word. She shuffled to the doorway, shoulder checking her brother as she passed.

Y/n stopped and turned at the frame and leaned against it momentarily. “…can I pick the music?” She said quietly.

“The bronco is ready to roll whenever you are.” He answered—shoulder checking her, like she did him, on his way to retrieve his bag from the living room.

After Y/n found a more ‘suitable’ outfit, she met Sam in the living room—both of them fixing their belts around their waists.

“All set?” He asked.

Y/n nodded, holding up her bag as evidence.

“Bye, dad.”

“See ya, pops!” They said rushing out the door, the screen door swinging shut behind them as their dad waved a slice of toast in ‘farewell’.

Y/n never thought she’d be so happy to see the bronco, she couldn’t wait to feel the familiar velvet seats under her touch.

Sam unlocked his door first, almost diving across the cab to unlock the passenger side. Y/n placed her bag between them as they slammed their doors shut.

As Sam turned the ignition, Y/n searched through her tapes for their favorite tape by The Smiths.

She loaded it into the tape deck, What Difference Does It Make starts while he backs out of the drive carefully.

“Okay, tell me EVERYTHING.” He said with wide eyes and an eager smile. “About what?” She asked, purposely being difficult.

“AbOuT wHaT? You know what,” he took the opportunity to shove her shoulder. “School! How’s it hanging?? Make any friends? Did you join a club?”

“Well actually...” she started with a smirk

Sam screeched with glee and drummed the steering wheel in anticipation. “Aghhhh!!! I knew there’d be something to tell! “

Y/n laughed at her brother’s dramatics. “Shut up, so I can tell you!”

Sam nodded, bringing a hand to his mouth to literally ‘wipe the look off his face’ and put it back down on the wheel.

“So, the first few days were pretty unremarkable, my classes are okay, but math still sucks. Anyway, yesterday I took it upon myself to track down some bud here, and while it was a trialing journey, I met a few friends along the way.” She said as she dramatically brought a hand to her heart.

“Do tell!” Sam urged with his eager eyes glued to the road, just coasting around the streets downtown to scope out their options.

“In biology, I made friends with, wait for it, the head cheerleader, she was so nice and even invited me to her boyfriend’s party coming up, but I doubt I go just yet.”

Sam nodded thoughtfully, probably already seeing her point of view on the party matter.

“Since she knows everything about everyone, I asked her who I should buy from and she told me about this guy, Eddie Munson.” Her eyes turned a little dreamy as his name came from her lips.

“Ooh, Eddie Munson,” Sam wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes away from her brother.

“What, I said his name, that doesn’t mean anything!”

“You didn’t even tell me your cheerleader friend’s name, not to mention the heart eyes. But, please, continue the story and prove me wrong.” He said smugly.

Y/n scoffed in shock, not expecting to be called out so severely, and so soon. She took a breath to prepare for the gloating that comes when her brother has found out he’s right about something. Which is irritatingly more often than not.

“Well, anyway, I’ll come back to him later, I gotta tell you about the hit I took in between classes—”

“You WHAT?” Sam slammed on his breaks at the stop sign, thankfully no one was behind them. “Jesus CHRIST, Samuel, what the FUCK?” Y/n exclaimed after being jerked forward.

“Did someone hit you? Did you hit someone??” He asked alarmed yet intrigued.

“Relax, there was a fight next to my locker and I was collateral damage. The hit didn’t hurt like the fall probably would have, but this freshman, Mike, caught me. Turns out, he’s in the same club as Eddie. So, he and his friends were able to pass a note I wrote to him, and I ended up meeting him in the woods behind the football field.”

“That totally doesn’t sound sketchy as shit at all.” Sam said with sarcasm with his head on a swivel, spotting a movie rental store coming up on their left.

“Anyway, I bought a half ounce from the guy, then we hung out and smoked for a while, and it was… really cool.” She finished with a subtle smile, trying to downplay her feelings a touch.

As Sam parked in front of the Hawkin’s Family Video, he burst out laughing. Y/n stared at him in annoyance as he tried to speak through the giggles.

Sam tried to imitate Y/n’s voice by speaking slightly higher pitched and dragging out his words airily and dramatically, “then we hung out for a while, and it was… reallly cooool.” He sighed dreamily out the window.

“Okay, so what, he’s CUTE, SUE ME!” She rolled her eyes, opening her door. “Now drop it, everyone knows everyone here, and I’d rather not have the whole town know about my fleeting teen crushes.” She mumbled as they met on the sidewalk.

Sam pulled open the door, and a bell sounded through the store. “You wanna take that side, and I check over here?” He asked as he eased over to the far side of the gallery.

Y/n nodded, and Sam turned all the way around to start his search for the perfect film. Her eyes scanned her side of the room, taking in the rom/coms to her right. She kept her eyes on the displays, looking for something familiar first.

The Family Video was empty and quiet with the exception of the radio for background music, and the shuffling of what Y/n assumed to be tapes coming from the back.

“We’ll be with you in just a moment!” She heard a friendly voice call from behind the cracked ‘employees only’ door.

Neither Sam nor Y/n responded, just continued to browse the store in silence until two people emerged from the back.

“Welcome to Family Video, is there anything I can help you with?” A girl asked, suddenly appearing next to Y/n, making her jump.

“Oh, uh, I’m not looking for anything particular, but I’m open to suggestions if you have any.” Y/n said to the girl with the name tag reading ‘Robin’

“You’re new, right?” Robin asked with quiet curiosity. Y/n nodded slightly, keeping her eyes forward as she felt the familiar tightness in her chest.

“I’m Robin, we have algebra together, I think.” She said even though she knew for a fact they shared the class.

Y/n allowed herself to meet Robins eyes this time, and when she did, she felt the tension in her chest fade. Something about Robin was very comforting, there was a certain quality about her being that told Y/n she shouldn’t have to be so anxious for this interaction.

“I’m Y/n L/n,” she said, reaching a hand out for a proper shake. Their rings clanked together when they clasped, and they shared a chuckle. “Well Y/n, recommendations are the main reason I chose to work at a movie store, follow me!” Robin said enthusiastically.

Robin skittered across the store to the side Sam was currently occupying with another store employee.

“Wait a minute, so you’re telling me that you’re a college man and you haven’t seen the Breakfast Club yet?” The guy said with genuine surprise, and maybe a little offense.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying! What am I missing from another teen flick starring Estevez and Ringwald? Absolutely nothing.” Sam concluded with a teasing shrug.

Y/n had seen Sam look at a guy the way he did presently, but only with his friend Derek.

Sam and Derek were really close throughout high school. They were both popular upperclassmen, ran in the same circles, and played soccer together. That’s how they met freshman year— during tryouts.

Derek spent a lot of time at their house, lots of times the boys would camp out on the couches for the weekend and run around town together, always inviting Y/n along.

Sam was really sad when Derek’s dad insisted he pursued sports at Yale, instead of letting Derek apply at Bloomington with Sam like he wanted to.

Y/n didn’t hear about Derek for a long time after that, and didn’t want to ask about him and hurt Sam. She’d never been close enough with anyone to know what it’s like to lose a friend. Let alone a best friend.

But Sam had this special glint in his eye reserved for charming people out of their wits, and it seemed as though he had it on max while talking to this guy.

“Ugh, excuse him, he tries to pitch The Breakfast Club to anyone looking for a recommendation.” Robin rolled her eyes over the top of the shelf in front of Y/n.

“No no no no no, it’s not just another teen flick, man, you gotta give it a shot! Don’t you think a message about the dangers of societal pressure is important? And different??” The guy with the tag reading ‘Steve’ urges with conviction. Sam finds it very cute amusing and gives a chuckle.

“C’mon, if it sucks, I’ll pay you the money back you spend on renting it.” He offered with a nudge to Sam’s elbow on his way past, heading behind the counter.

Y/n looks at Sam with raised brows and surprise lining her eyes. Sam grins smugly and returns the look to her with sarcasm as he follows Steve up to the counter, accepting his offer.

Robin comes around the corner to show Y/n two picks: The Apartment and Child of Paradise.

“I know what you’re thinking, ‘I’d prefer something from this decade’ right? Well hear me out, both of these, while ancient—showcase the complexities and moral ambiguities in love and life, you know what I mean? If you totally hate it, I can definitely help you find someth—“

“No, no, no—I’ll take both.” Y/n said, knowing she’d watch them at some point in her free time, also knowing she couldn’t bear to disappoint Robin after she passionately pleaded her case for her film choices.

Robin’s eyes lit up and eagerly turned on her heel to add the two films to their purchase. Y/n approached the counter and stood next to Sam as Steve scanned the movies and Robin bagged them up.

Sam backed up slightly to peruse the snacks displayed below the countertop, innocently asked his sister, “See anything you like?”

Y/n looked at Sam to nod, knowing full well she only ate m&ms. So, wordlessly, he picks them up for her when he grabs his starbursts. “So cute.” Robin scoffed, shaking her head as Steve nodded in agreement.

“Got anything interesting going on tonight or is it just a cozy night in?” Steve said expectantly. Y/n furrowed her brow in confusion while Sam did his best to stifle a cackle but failed.

“That’s great, that’s really great, a first, too!” He said shaking his sister’s shoulder. “No, uh, this is my sister, Y/n.” He explained.

Robin and Steve paled in embarrassment and fumbled for words, not for long before Sam assured them it was okay and explained how they’ve been mistaken for twins before but never a couple.

“I’m just in town for the weekend, wanted to see the sister after her first week.” He nodded and put the snacks on the counter.

Steve looked to Y/n fully for the first time, “you’re new at Hawkins High?” He asked.

“That’s what he said, dingus.” Robin taunted as she put the snacks in the bag and rang up the rest of their purchase.

“$12.76, please.” She said politely.

Sam opened his black leather wallet that used to belong to their dad and handed her some bills. “I’m a junior,” She nodded, answering Steve. He gave her a small smile and slid the bag over to Sam, who wasn’t moving to leave just yet.

“So, any interesting plans, or is it movie night?” Steve asked them, rephrasing his question from before. “I dunno, what else is there to do here?” Sam shrugged.

Steve and Robin shared a look, plainly showing their silent conversation. Robin’s eyes read optimism, while Steve’s said apprehension. “Well…” Robin started. Sam leaned in, as he does when things get interesting.

“Our friend has a thing going on tonight at this bar called the Hideout, have you heard of it?” She asked looking between Y/n and Sam. The siblings looked to each othe,r and Y/n shook her head. “Well, do you listen any metal?” Robin asked.

Sam looked to his sister with excitement, “As a matter of fact..” he raised his eyebrows, waiting for her response.

“I do, and he does by association.” Y/n answered keeping her eyes on her brother.

“You guys should totally come!” Robin said with more enthusiasm. “But I don’t have a fake ID.. ” Y/n said feeling bad to ruin the mood.

“No worries, this place never cards. Plus, you won’t even have to sit at the bar, it’ll be so inconspicuous it’s insane.” Robin assured.

Sam looked at Y/n, waiting for her say so. Sam really didn’t want her to spend another school year inside. He wanted her to live. And he knew she was capable of putting herself out there now. It was just a matter of doing it again, and if she was willing.

Y/n knew how much she didn’t want to disappoint her brother, and herself for that matter. She knew how much fun she was capable of having. How bad could it be? Worst case scenario they get kicked out and she never has to go back.

“What time?” She asked

Y/n nervously spun her hair around her finger as she sat in front of the mirror, waiting for the clock to flash 8:45 so they could leave

She dressed a little out of her comfort zone but wore a flannel for safety and her jean jacket for warmth. At 8:35 she couldn’t stand it anymore and grabbed her bag to leave.

Y/n walked down the hallway to Sam’s room, knocking on the cracked door. Sam opened it swiftly, with his jacket in hand. “I’m antsy.” She spoke.

“Care to show me this bud you bought from your drug dealer?” He asked nonchalantly. “I thought you’d never ask.” She said as she turned on her heel to leave the house.

Their dad was already in bed, so they made sure to shut the door quietly and lock it behind them. Y/n skipped to the car, ready to listen to some tunes and hotbox in a parking lot with her brother again.

When the engine roared to life, they drove to the address Robin and Steve had given them, making sure to mention that the bar was a few miles outside of town and that they’d be there at 9:00.

The siblings rolled the windows down and turned up the radio when Rebel Yell by Billy Idol played. Y/n’s hair whipped around her wildly, but she was too busy obnoxiously singing at the top of her lungs with Sam to care that it was going to be a knotted mess when they came to a stop shortly.

When they reached the outskirts of town and saw the red neon sign glowing in the distance, Y/n reached for the pencil case in her bag, filled with the prerolls Eddie rolled just for her.

Sam parked behind the bar and turned off the engine and lights to remain unseen. He kept the battery on, so the radio continued to play, the light illuminated the back exterior of the bar and into the cab just enough. Y/n opened her pencil case and plucked out two joints.

“Whoa there, tiger, two?” He looked at her questioningly. She shrugged, “C’mon, special occasion? I’m a big girl now, chill.” She said placing the joints between her lips and digging her lighter out of her pocket.

Sam shook his head, holding his hand out waiting for her to hand one to him. When she got the light started, she puffed quickly to get them going and handed one to him.

“Windows up.” He said as he held it in his teeth, rolling the window up manually and nodding for her to do the same. “We’re going to smell like shit, Sam.” She said, obeying anyway.

“We’re going to smell anyway!” He said as a matter of fact. Y/n didn’t respond, she just puffed, and kept her eye glued to the clock on the dash.

8:47

They had exactly 13 minutes for her to get as tranquil as possible, and it was a challenge she was willing to accept.

Sam switched the radio over to the cassette deck and This Charming Man by The Smiths played, the upbeat track causing his head to bop wildly. He passionately lip synced to Morrisey, Y/n watching and not bothering to suppress her laughter.

She rolled down the window slightly to knock off her ashes, but as she did so she heard the crunching of gravel under shoes approaching the vehicle.

There was no use in ditching the joints, the smoke was too thick and wafting up to the stars as a couple of familiar faces ducked down to the window of the Bronco.

“Hey-o, I didn’t know it was this kinda party!” Robin said cheerfully.

“Ahhh! So glad you guys could make it, hop in!” Sam said with an inviting wave of his hand, visibly baked.

Y/n reached behind her and unlocked the back door for the two to crawl in. Robin and Steve clamored into the car and shut the door swiftly behind them.

Steve mumbled a soft greeting, looking to both Y/n and Sam, but Y/n could’ve sworn she saw something more flash across his face when he met eyes with Sam.

“There’s plenty to go around.” Y/n said to Robin as she offered the doobie. Robin smiled and gave a “thanks!” before accepting it and letting her head fall into rhythm with the beat of the next song on the mixtape.

“Ugh, Time After Time, love.” Robin sighed dreamily as she passed it to Steve.

Sam kept his eyes on Steve the whole time he took his dreadfully slow hit, then inhaling the smoke through his nose. Robin looked from Steve to Sam and then back to Steve, and then to Y/n.

Steve’s eyes met Sam’s, the two sharing a small smile before Steve let out a monstrous snort that quickly evolved into a coughing fit.

“See, Harrington, there is such thing as too much too fast.” Robin chided while patting his back supportively. Y/n chuckled at their antics. Steve regained control of his breathing, his cheeks and forehead were flushed pink, and his eyes overflowed with tears.

“You’re about to have the best time though!” Robin encouraged as Steve handed the joint to Y/n, and Sam handed his joint to Robin.

“Ooh! Double doobies, love it.” Steve said as the effect seemingly rushed over him. He propped his cheek against the side of Y/n’s head rest, observing how she expertly pulled a thick drag from the joint and nearly swallowed the whole cloud.

She let out a couple of baby coughs before clearing her throat, taking a deep breath, and handing it over to her brother who decided it was too short to hit anymore and stamped it out in the ashtray.

Robin glanced at the clock as Steve passed on his turn and sent the doobie straight to Y/n. “It’s 8:58, we better head in before he goes on!” She exclaimed as Y/n handed the joint to Sam since he lost his last turn.

Steve nodded with heavy eyes and turned to open the door, as Y/n and Sam cracked the windows to let the car air out. The teens exited the vehicle rather briefly, the cold starting to bite at their exposed skin and putting pep in their step.

Y/n and Robin walked ahead of Sam and Steve, the girls wrapping their jackets around themselves and giggling when they stumbled into one another.

When they reached the sidewalk rounding the front of the building, they stopped and waited for the boys to catch up. “C’mon slow-pokes!” Robin shouted through cupped hands.

Steve made a remark to Sam, causing them to share a laugh right before they broke into a run simultaneously. Robin and Y/n continued to the front, the closer they got the door the louder the sounds from inside became. The parking lot was fairly busy, college kids were flocked around a few vehicles in the lot, groups heading inside.

The boys rounded the corner, their laughter announcing their presence. “Welcome to the Hideout.” Steve said easily as he opened the door for the group. Robin motioned for Y/n to follow her through the heavy black door and into the dimly lit building.

Y/n’s eyes scanned around the room, the only lights came from the stage are in the back, and the neon signs covering the walls. The bar stools were filled, as were most of the small tables, but Steve quickly spotted a table in the back corner of the dance floor, to the far left of the stage, not far from an emergency exit.

“Alrighty, I’ll take it from here, Buckley.” Steve said, shuffling his way to the front of the group to lead. He held his hand up like a tour guide and walked at a determined pace to the table.

Steve sat with his back to the wall, Y/n taking the seat in the corner, Robin to the right of her, and Sam to the right of Robin, across from Steve.

Sam shot Steve another one of those charming looks, earning Sam a not-so-subtle smile from Steve, and a suspicious look from Robin.

“I’m gonna get drinks, what does everyone want?” Steve asked as he fixed his jacket to the back of his chair and stood with his hands on his hips.

“I’ll come with you, you’re gonna need extra hands.” Sam volunteered almost immediately. Y/n shared a brief look with Robin but wrote it off as nothing.

“Coke, please!” Robin said in a cheerful daze and drummed her hands on the table lightly. “Ooh, I’ll take one too, two cokes, boys.” Y/n said holding up a wiggling number two on her hand.

The boys turned to go to the bar, Y/n noticed Steve put a hand on Sam’s shoulder to lead him to the bar and saw the smile they shared as they started conversation. It was nice to see Sam hang out effortlessly with someone again.

“So, Y/n, you’re a metal fan?” Robin asked as her head rolled around to meet Y/n’s eyes. Y/n admired the freckles that adorned Robins face, and how electrically blue her eyes were. She typically didn’t like it when people did blue eyeliner, but on Robin it fit.

“I am a metal fan! Are you?” Y/n asked, effortlessly following the rules of conversation her brother taught her long ago. “I like some songs, but I’m no metal head like Eddie.” Robin chuckled as the boys returned.

Eddie?

Eddie, Eddie?? How many metal-head Eddie’s could there possibly be in Hawkins?

Before she had the chance to ask for clarification, Steve and Sam returned with the drinks. Sam set the girls drinks in front of them and took his seat next to Robin while Steve sat Sam’s brewski in front of him with a smile.

Robin couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Steve, covering it up by taking a drink out of her glass. Suddenly, microphone feedback echoed through the bar followed by a group entering the stage and someone adjusting the color of the stage lighting to a red that matched the neon sign outside.

“Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to The Hideout’s Open Mic Night!” A burly man leaned down to the mic stand to greet the crowd. “We’ve got some talented groups here with us, and we hope you guys are ready to throw back some drinks and get loud!” He rang out as the whole bar went wild.

“Let’s get rockin’!” He threw up some devil horns as he exited the stage, and the first group took their places.

Y/n sipped her drink nervously, letting her eyes adjust to the front of the room but not before Robin obscured her vision by leaning in front of her. “There he is, Steve, there he is!” Robin whispered and patted Steve’s arm in excitement. After she sat back, Y/n’s eyes met the tall, gorgeous figure now commanding the room.

“Uhh, hi,” he let out with a coy laugh and adjusted the stand as someone in the back cheered. “We’re Corroded Coffin.” He said with a nod and slipped his guitar over his shoulder.

The drummer tapped his drumsticks, counting off before Eddie and the bassist jumped together with the beginning of the song. Eddie plucked lightly creating the haunting melody, while the bass and drums provided the bassline.

A crowd soon gathered in front of the platform, covering most of his bottom half. Y/n settled back into her seat, bringing one knee to her chest and shrugging her jacket off to get comfortable. Eddie approached the mic before the drums intensified and then finally brought his own playing to a halt while letting the echo of his guitar hum.

He leaned into the mic scanning over the room before singing in his alluring rasp:

“Your cruel device, your blood like ice,”

Y/n leaned forward, propping her elbow on the table, fully enamored by his voice. She was so zeroed in on Eddie she didn’t even recognize the song he played.

“One look could kill, my pain your thrill...”

Eddie began to pick again while the drums pounded to a climax. “I wanna love you but I better not touch,” the audience echoed after Eddie, eating it up and losing their minds.

Sam head whipped around to Y/n with wide eyes “isn’t this your favorite song right now??” he asked excitedly.

Y/n hadn’t noticed her jaw had fallen slack until everyone was looking at her for an answer. She nodded, quickly returning her attention to Eddie. “This is your favorite song?!” Robin shouted, shifting in her seat to get up.

“That’s our friend, Eddie Munson!” Steve said, matching Robin’s volume and nodding his head to the beat. Sam’s eyes snapped back to Y/n’s while replying to Steve. “Eddie Munson, you said?” a smug smile working its way onto his face.

Y/n shook her head at her brother before a very hyper Robin yanked her up by her arm to drag her to the crowded dance floor. “Are we really doing this?” Y/n asked only slightly panicked as they entered the sea of bodies.

“It’s your favorite song, of course we are!” Robin said before emulating the hyped-up head bangers surrounding them. Y/n laughed, starting to feel the head rush from the weed hitting her harder.

She turned her attention back to Eddie, who hadn’t noticed her yet. He held the audience captive with his charisma and hypnotic rendition of Poison by Alice Cooper.

Before she knew it, she was jumping alongside Robin, whipping her hair around, and singing with the rest of the bar. Robin couldn’t help the giggle fits when she finally got to see Y/n loosen up.

As the crowd continued to shift throughout the song, Robin and Y/n were slowly pushed up to the front of the stage, much to their delight. A thin sheen coated their skin, their baby hairs around their faces clinging in place.

Eddie spent a few moments with his eyes closed, soaking up his moment and feeling like he could never ever find a feeling that beat this one right here.

Y/n and Robin stood to Eddie’s right at the stage, leaning their forearms on the edge to catch a breath. As the drum pounded, the crowd bordering the stage hit their fists in time with the bass, bringing Eddie a satisfied smile.

Y/n was glad her brother couldn’t see the heart eyes that she wore currently, and quite honestly, she wasn’t even thinking about her brother, or Robin for that matter. Just Eddie.

As the chorus played out for the last time, Eddie opened his eyes to scan the crowd, wanting to engrain every face that was present for the best night of his life.

Until his gaze came upon the ethereal face, he’d been thinking of for the past 24 hours straight, singing passionately with him.

“Your mouth, so hot, Your web, I’m caught” she turned to sing to the girl next to her, who Eddie could’ve sworn was Robin but the detail felt very unimportant at the time. All he could focus on was the way her lips looked when she sang the scandalous lyrics.

“Your skin so wet, Black lace, on sweat.” He watched as she tilted her head back dramatically, shaking her hair out down her back and exposing the column of her neck that he loves so much and wished so desperately to have access to.

“I hear you calling and it’s needles and pins,” his eyes were unmoving from her, absolutely mesmerized by the way her hair bounced around her as she jumped in time with the music, her own eyes closed and an impossibly big grin on her lips.

“I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name, don’t wanna touch you but you’re under my skin,” Her eyes finally opened to see his gaze found hers, and she couldn’t help but melt a little at the way he was looking at her, as if she were the only person in the room that mattered.

“I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison,” he sang with a wink in her direction, causing her to avert her eyes and a heat to crawl up her neck.

“I don’t wanna break these chains!” The crowd echoed to Eddie when he held out the mic at the closing of the song, feeling like a god.

The lights went out on the stage as the audience applauded and cheered their exit into the back with the second act coming on nervously. The lights came back on while a few skinny dudes prepared their instruments.

The crowd’s roar quieted to the usual bar chatter while Sam and Steve approached the girls from behind with a few shots.

“Alright, party people, bottoms up before the next act.” Steve said while passing out the small glasses to the girls. “I’m willing to bet it’s gonna be something by either Mötley Crüe or Cinderella,” Sam said as he clinked his small glass with each of them.

Y/n’s eyes felt droopy from the energy spent on moshing, and her limbs felt slightly gelatinous from the joints they split. She clinked her glass with Steve last before they drained them and handed them back to the guys to deal with. Y/n ignored the dull ache sinking through her as she scanned the room behind her for the man on her mind.

“We are The Ex Catholic Kids.” The front man mumbled quietly into the mic before the starting beats to Metal Health by Quiet Riot boomed through the bar.

“Good thing you didn’t bet, right?” Steve said to Sam with an audible smirk from behind the two girls. “Right you are, but I hope you guys are ready, because we get kinda wild to this one.” Sam said casually before grabbing Y/n’s hand to join the forming mosh pit in front of the stage.

Y/n’s careless laughter bounded out of her as she resumed her frivolous flailing, not bothered by all the other bodies and whipping hair around her.

The siblings kept a grip on each other’s forearms for safety, not letting the other get carried away by the waves of people.

“BANG YOUR HEAD!” They yelled to each other and resuming their dancing, if that’s what you could call it.

“Metal health will drive you mad!”

Around that time is when Eddie and his band mates, Gareth and Jeff, emerged from the back after packing away their instruments and collecting themselves from the epic performance they just gave.

Eddie’s eyes searched for Steve and Robin, and more importantly, the girl of his dreams that was suddenly nowhere to be seen. He spied Robin and Steve at the edge of the crowd, seemingly waiting for him.

Steve spotted Eddie approaching and nudged Robin to get her attention. When Robin saw Eddie, she ran to meet him halfway, stumbling into him for an awkward congratulatory hug. “Eds! That was phenomenal.” She slurred slightly as she released him from her grip and Steve joined them to give Eddie a fond shoulder pat.

Eddie narrowed his eyes at the two, examining their eyes carefully. “Are you guys wasted?” He asked suspiciously. Robin and Steve attempted to stifle their laughter but failed, giving them up immediately.

“We just had a shot,” Steve said, for whatever reason trying to explain their current state.

“—and two joints.” Robin confessed with a laugh and knocking Steve’s shoulder with her own causing him to burst into uncontrollable laughter with her.

Gareth and Jeff shared a laugh with Eddie before wading through the crowd to get their drinks.

Before Eddie could ask, a lightbulb visibly went off in Robin’s head. “Eds! You’re not gonna believe it, we brought friends! And you played her favorite song, how fun is that?” She said over the music.

Eddie scanned the crowd for her angelic face, before spotting her with Sam, which made his heart sink, no—plummet to the bottom of his stomach.

They looked so natural together, and happy... and close. He envied the way the guy gripped her arm as they moshed together, keeping her safe like he would if it were him. Robin’s chatter faded into the back of Eddie’s mind as he observed the two singing and laughing.

“There they are!” Robin exclaimed as she pointed to the couple Eddie held under his surveillance. He watched as Y/n and her guy returned, his hand on her shoulder carefully guiding her through the crowd.

Y/n’s eyes met Eddie’s, butterflies swarming through her chest and throat. She couldn’t quite make out the look behind his eyes, but whatever it was she was confused. He looked like he was holding his breath, his jaw clenched, and his eyes shined more than usual, maybe it was the stage lights that flashed red, blue, and, yellow on a loop.

Sam took his hand off Y/n now they were out of the crowd and took his position next to Steve, leaving Y/n with Robin and Eddie. She looked up at Eddie, observing how he avoided her gaze to look at his reeboks.

“Hey, Stranger.” She said over the crowd singing along, nudging his elbow with her own. Eddie couldn’t fight the smile her voice brought him and gave into the urge to look into her eyes. He wanted to say something—anything, desperately, but the ache in his throat didn’t allow him to.

Before he could manage a reply, Robin took it upon herself to make introductions. “Eddie, this is Y/n and her brother, Sam! They’re new in Hawkins and you’ll never believe it, she’s a total metal-head!” She said excitedly.

Realization hit Eddie like a truck; the guy was her brother, not her boyfriend.

“Is that so?” He asked, looking down at Y/n with the dreamy look he wore on stage washing over him again. A shy smile grew on Y/n’s lips as the third band of the night started Nobody’s Fool by Cinderella.

“I called it! I called it!!! Cinderella, baby, WOOO!” Sam hollered from the table while Steve cackled like a fool and stomped his feet in his laughing fit. Y/n felt a blush fill her cheeks at her brother’s drunken antics.

“He a Cinderella fan, I presume?” Eddie asked, breaking the tension. Y/n let out easy laughter and shook her head “Eh, tonight he is, I guess.” She said looking back at Sam, who was currently swaying with an open lighter raised above his head.

Robin scampered off to join Steve and Sam at the table, leaving Eddie and Y/n alone, finally. “You were really great,” she tried to say over the crescendo of the song and the cheers from the pleased crowd.

Eddie leaned down closer to her, the familiar spice in his cologne further intoxicating her. “What was that?” He asked.

“You were really great!” She said, raising up on her toes slightly to get a bit closer. Eddie eyes lit up at the compliment and silently thanked the stage lights for covering up his blush.

“I’m glad you liked it, it’s pretty lucky you got to be here when we played your song, huh?” He asked as his friends approached him with a beer stein for him.

“My song?” She asked with a smile. Eddie felt flustered. ‘Your song? Really??’

“I-I, I meant your favorite song, unless it’s changed between yesterday and today?” He fumbled for recovery, but still managed to make her laugh a little. Eddie took a nervous sip as Gareth clapped his shoulder, jostling him a bit.

“Eds! Aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend here?” He said with a sickly sweet smile, knowing exactly what he’s doing to cramp Eddie’s style, or at least waver his confidence a little.

Eddie couldn’t help the steel look he shot Gareth momentarily before turning his lips up into a tight smile. “Of course! Y/n, these are my band mates, Gareth and Jeff. Gentleman, this is Y/n L/n she goes to school with us now.”

Y/n wasn’t always great at feeling out other people’s emotions but she could feel the tension emanating from Eddie, not knowing she is the source of his anxiety. She lifted a hand from her side in greeting, wishing she had a cup to hold or a joint to smoke.

“Nice to meet you.” She said with a pleasant smile that made Eddie want to swoon. Gareth smiled back at her in a way that made Eddie want to take him out as if he were the quarter back on a football field.

“Is this the very Y/n that kept you so late from Hellfire last night?” Gareth looked to Eddie with intrigue and raised brows.

Eddies answer caught in his throat along with embarrassment, and he felt awful for wishing Gareth would leave or disintegrate before he had to answer. Instead, Y/n answered for him. “I am! Sorry, I had him rolling up with me all afternoon.” She laughed easily with a captivating shine to her eye.

Gareth laughed along with her briefly before Sam approached the boys surrounding his sister. “Make some friends, Y/n?” Sam asked expectantly, his eyes immediately looking over Eddie up close.

“Sam, Y/n’s brother,” he held his hand out to Eddie as Y/n rolled her eyes at her brother, now wishing he would go away or disintegrate.

“Eddie Munson, good to meet you.” He said with a cordial smile, praying that Sam didn’t feel how sweaty his palm was. “That was awesome, really, I don’t know how Y/n will go back to wearing out that Alice Cooper tape now.” He nudged his sisters shoulder with a smile.

A knowing smile spread across Gareth’s face “Ohhkay, now I know why you suddenly took me up on my idea to play Alice Cooper, isn’t that right, Munson?” Gareth teased Eddie quietly as Sam made his way back to the table with Steve and Robin who were now diving into some wonderful looking bar food.

“What?” Y/n asked, not fully hearing Gareth’s revelation. “Nothing, nothing, he thinks we should go get a drink,” he shouted over his shoulder as he grabbed Y/n by the wrist and lead her through the room.

Y/n used the crowd as an excuse to stay close to Eddie, and thanked herself silently for wearing a shirt that showed more chest than usual. Eddies palm splayed wide across her lower back as he ushered her onto a bar stool.

“What’s your poison?” He asked her as he set down his beer. Y/n looked at the shelf of bottles behind the bar, swallowing lightly. “Um, coke.” She looked at him, the warm lighting illuminating his face beautifully and allowing her to admire his brown eyes she loved so much.

He let out a wry laugh at her answer and shrugged, ordering her a coke with the bartender. “So hows that half treating you?” He asked as their drinks were set in front of them, Y/n taking a long sip before responding.

“Fantastic, really. It’s down to a quarter now probably.” She said looking at him through heavy lidded eyes.

Eddie chuckled and glanced back at Robin and Steve, still giggling it up with Sam, who had taken to giving a performance of his own to his new friends.

“Glad I could help Harrington get the stick out of his ass.” He directed his attention back to Y/n who looked at him intently with the familiar glassy eyes he couldn’t shake from his mind. She chuckled and took another drink, which gave Eddie the opportunity to admire the way her hair draped over her shoulder so deliciously.

“So, what do you think of the Hideout? “ he asked, shooting the breeze. Y/n shrugged as she set her glass on the bar. “It’s grimy, but I find it endearing.” She spoke. “Grimy and endearing, huh?” He laughed.

“Yeah, like someone else I know.” She said wryly. His eyes found hers as his heart skipped a beat. She thought he was endearing. “So, um, how long have you been friends with Steve and Robin?” She asked, taking his silence as awkwardness.

“Well you know Henderson—Dustin, I mean, right? Steve babysat him and a few of his other friends like Wheeler and Sinclair back when they were in middle school, and he and I also used to go to school together, so when the kids joined Hellfire we had no choice but to interact more often. But turns out he isn’t as big of a pain in the ass as he used to be, so that’s pretty cool. And Robin, she’s sort of a package deal with Steve but I find her more entertaining than I find him, honestly. Didn’t know they smoked, so that’s a pleasant surprise.” He smirked down at his drink.

“What about you?” He asked her, getting the courage to look at her again, his eyes scanning over her face. “Oh, uh, we went to the Family Video earlier, and they talked us into some movies. But then Sam asked Steve what else there was to do around here, and Robin invited us out.” Y/n nodded.

“And here you are.” He said quietly, sneaking a glance at her lips.

“And here I am.” She agreed as his eyes flicked back up to hers. “Do you wanna step out with me? I needa smoke.” He said dismounting his stool.

Y/n glanced back at their table, Sam listened to Steve chatter about something while Robin made additions here and there. Y/n looked back to Eddie who had slid a cigarette into his mouth and grasped his lighter, waiting for her answer. She nodded with quiet eagerness and followed him through the side door next to the bar.

The squeaky swinging door lead out into the ally where the dumpster sat along with two benches presumably for employees to take their breaks. Eddie plopped down in the space next to the dumpster, leaving the one closest to the door free for her. He patted it affectionately as he brought his light up to his cigarette.

She sat almost immediately, her high excusing her brain to ignore any and all ideas that she may come off as too eager. He held out his lit cigarette to her, and she accepted it keeping her eyes on his.

He smiled as he watched her take a drag and lean back against the brick building to gaze above them at the stars. When she exhaled, the smoke left like a prayer from her lips to the sky. He forgot how to speak momentarily, suddenly feeling as if he were in a dream. His hands remembered he needed to light another for himself, that’d help him.

“So what made you play Poison?” She asked directly. Eddie felt his cheeks flush as he fought a small smile. “Gareth has been bugging me to play it for a few weeks now, I couldn’t take his persistence anymore, ya know?” He said with a shrug and a nonchalant drag of his smoke.

Y/n giggled and swatted his arm playfully before leaning back again to admire the sliver of sky carved out by the buildings surrounding them. He paused for a minute before answering her without taking his eyes off her smoking profile.

“Actually this uh, cute little pothead mentioned it.” He shrugged. Y/n’s head whipped around in a cloud of smoke to meet his eyes, spotting an ornery smile on his face.

“Is that so?” She asked before taking a drag to pacify the heart palpitations she was experiencing. Eddie turned to look at the sky himself, spying the moon peeking over the top of the building in front of them.

He nodded lightly, the smile still playing at his lips from before. “Very much so.” He looked to her lips, the way she was ogling his. Neither of them could tell you which of them leaned in first, but the two came so close their noses grazed one another before Robin all but falls through the door, “I’m sure I saw them come through here!” She said, causing the two to lurch apart, making themselves comfortable on either end of the benches, puffing anxiously at their cigarettes.

“See! There you guys are.” She confirmed to the two men following her. “Y/n M/n L/n, is that a cigarette?” Sam scolds teasingly as Y/n covers her face with her free hand in embarrassment at the use of her middle name.

“You’re middle name is M/n?” Eddie asked with an amused smile on his face. Steve and Robin laughed at Sam as he took his sisters smoke from her to hit it himself. Y/n looked back to Eddie and nodded shyly.

He scooted closer to her, not nearly as close as before, but close. “I like it. It’s cute. Like that girl I was talking about.” He said quietly, gently nudging her shoulder and took a drag from his cigarette.

“So uh, Steve and Robs and I were thinking we’d go back to the car to smoke for a bit, would you like to join us?” Sam asked Y/n but referred to Eddie mainly. She looked to Eddie for an answer, but his heart sank as he looked into her eyes again.

“I wish I could, but I have to get the band home...” He said with disappointment lining his words. Y/n nodded understandingly, returning her gaze to her hands in her lap.

Eddie handed her the rest of his cigarette as an idea popped into his head. “I’d also like to give you a ride home, if that’s cool...” he said to her quietly, her gaze meeting his again at the offer.

“Really?” She whispered.

He smiled warmly at her and nodded, “I’ll probably have to drop you off last, you know, cause of my routine stops but I could definitely squeeze you in.” He teased quietly.

Y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes before standing and handing Eddie’s cigarette back to him to approach her brother who was leaned against the door frame listening to Robins theory about cuffed pants and sexuality. “Samuel, I require a word.” She said in a small posh voice, earning a snicker from Sam the Zooted.

He offered his arm like an English gentleman, and she took it in hers as they took a slow stroll down the alley, discussing in hushed voices.

“Eddie wants to drive me home, and I want him to, is that cool?” She asked nervously. Her brother never overstepped when it came to his sister’s decisions on who she spent her time with, while he always held her safety in high regard, he knew he had no say. Despite that, Y/n still respected his opinion when it came to matters such as these.

He stopped to shoot her an eager look. “Absolutely.” He whispered and gave an encouraging squeeze on her arm as they resumed their walk. She briefly leaned her head on his shoulder affectionately before pulling back to ask “So, Steve’s nice...” and shoot him a knowing look.

Sam wouldn’t meet his sisters eyes but wore a smug smile on his lips. “I know. He’s really nice.” He glanced back at the waiting group, Eddie now leaned against the wall to join Robin and Steve’s conversation.

“Cute too, hmm?” She nudged him again.

“Shut uuup.” He rolled his eyes and retracted his arm from her before turning on his heel to return to the group. “Is it cool if we use like two more prerolls?” He asked her, walking backwards with his keys in hand.

Y/n stopped walking when she reached Eddie, Robin and Steve getting up to follow Sam out of the alley. “Yeah, you just gotta help pay for my next restock.” She said with a devious smile. Sam turned all the way back around and flashed his sister the finger before rounding the corner, Robins laughter fading with their shadows on the sidewalk.

Y/n sighed and plopped back down in her seat at the end of the bench. Eddie quickly scooted back close to her til their thighs were touching, to hand her the cigarette she left with him. She thanked him quietly before taking the final drag and squashing it beneath her foot.

“You ready to get outta here?” He asked, his breath tickling her shoulder. When she turned she didn’t expect him to be as close as he was, but she wasn’t complaining.

He observed the curl of her eyelashes, the outline of her face and the way the night breeze carried her flyaways towards him.

She took a deep breath she didn’t know she needed and nodded, the prickly feeling in her throat returning when she caught a whiff of his spicy cologne she wanted to drown in. Eddie couldn’t help himself when his hand raised and traced her cheekbone and down along her jaw and chin, stroking the round of it with his thumb.

Eddie didn’t know it but this simple sweep of his fingers stole her breath away, and she wanted nothing more than to lean into his touch like a lovesick puppy.

“C’mon, let’s get these nerds dropped off.” He said, standing up to get the door, and holding it open for her as she sat—still recovering from the unexpected affection. Eddie snickered as he looked her over, he loved these moments where she didn’t know how to act, as if he had the ability to flip the power switch in her head and steal all ability to function from her.

Y/n finally noticed his waiting and stood abruptly to walk through the open door. She scanned over the crowd for Eddie’s friends and waited for him to take the lead to find them, when she felt his hand on her lower back. She looked up to him as he tentatively pulled her closer to move through the busy crowd, more people seemed to fill the bar than when they left ten minutes ago.

“Over there,” Eddie nodded to Jeff whose arms were waving over the crowd. Eddie placed both hands on Y/n’s shoulders and he steered her in front of him and through the crowd carefully.

“We ready?” Eddie asked, looking between his friends for confirmation. Gareth ran his eyes over Y/n again and raised his eyebrows at Eddie suggestively.

Eddie rolled his eyes with a smile and turned Y/n around by her shoulders to find their way to the front door. Eddie couldn’t help the constant flickering between his hands and her back and shoulders.

He loved the way her hair brushed his hands as they moved, and he was very surprised at the sensation he felt when someone unexpectedly stepped in front of Y/n, bringing her to a halt and Eddie to run into the back of her. His eyes widened at the tightening of his pants that he’d been fighting all night.

Once they made it through the doors, the freezing night air hit them like a ton of bricks, knocking Y/n’s hair straight back much to Eddie’s delight. He could smell her sweet shampoo, and caught a glimpse of the entire expanse of her neck and shoulders, a glimpse he’d be revisiting for late at night for a while.

Y/n immediately shrunk back into herself, grabbing her arms for warmth. Eddie immediately shrugged off his jacket to drape over her shoulders. “Oh gosh, thank you.” She said with the sweetest smile at him.

Eddie bit back a smile and placed his hand back on her to lead her to the van the two other boys were already headed towards at a determined pace. “Anytime.” He said more lovingly than he meant to and rubbed his hands over her shoulders with vigor for warmth as they crossed the road.

The ride with Gareth and Jeff was more fun than Eddie first expected. He was fully prepared for Gareth to try to destroy his façade, or for Jeff to make some dumb remark at something she contributes to conversation, but of course they loved her.

Y/n played disc jockey, locating the tapes everyone requested on their way through town. Jeff was dropped off first, leaving Gareth to cozy up to the front seat the best he could to talk to Eddie and Y/n.

Eddie loved to hear the way Y/n talked with other people, though a small part of him craved all of her attention and found himself going 10 over the speed limit in a residential area. “Jesus Ed, you’re gonna get pulled over. I didn’t think you had that much to drink.” Gareth said, clinging to the head rests of the front seat for dear life since he wasn’t buckled in.

“I didn’t, I just had lead foot for some reason, sorry, dude.” Eddie explained, easing onto the break. Gareth nodded in understanding and got comfortable again as Eddie pulled into his driveway.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Y/n. Eds, until next time.” He reach over the rest to give Eddie a small brotherly handshake and exited through the back doors, closing them with a brisk slam.

Eddie watched Gareth jog up the walkway to the front door, the moment he’d been anticipating was finally here—they were alone.

“Well, you’re next, I suppose.” He said looking her over. Y/n looked at her watch and read 11:37.

“It’s the weekend, Munson, I don’t have a curfew.” She shrugged. Eddie let out an impressed whistle and raised his eyebrows. “Damn, the world really is our oyster isn’t it?” He asked as he backed out of Gareth’s driveway.

“What do you wanna do?” She asked, anxiety tinting her words. He smirked and briefly looked to her with that wonderful, mischievous glint in his eyes before answering, “Nothing legal.”

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gravedigginbbydoll · 10 months

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Hey y’all! So this is me currently

Pls be patient with me! I may take a break from pencil shavings and shared smiles… I’m feeling on the edge of burn out due to work and personal things.

So I’m taking a lil break.

I’ll still be reblogging and chatting, just no updates for now

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averagemisfit03 · 2 years

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pedgito · 2 years

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rentals & records ✧ ˚ · . eddie munson x fem!reader.

summary: eddie can't hide the fact that he's sort of obsessed with you, but you can't deny that you might be secretly obsessed with him too.

cw: 18+ content (minors, shoo!), fem!reader, oral sex (f&m receiving), soft sex, virgin!eddie

word count: 11.4k. someone shut me up pls.

request are always open!

“I really need to know who rents this thing out so much that the entire cover is starting to fall apart.” Steve’s holding up a horrible worn out version of a Cheech & Chong movie you can’t decipher the title of. You squint, hard. It was pretty faded, pun absolutely intended. Reefer Rick was still in prison, so that counted him out immediately—there could be only one other culprit.

The familiar clang of the entrance bell startled you half to death, sending you whipping around to look behind you.

“Harrington! How’s it been?” Eddie Munson, of course.

“Eddie.” Steve nods in greeting, sounding exhausted already. You kick him in the shin, eyes sending him a look of warning when he yelps in pain. “What brings you in?”

You three already knew the answer to that question. It was you. Eddie had used every reason under the sun to find a way to come visit you while you were working. It was kind of endearing, you couldn’t lie. But, Eddie was a friend. He had always been just a friend.

“Just returning a rental.” Eddie replies, waving the VHS above his head.

“I’ve got it.” You assure Steve, who couldn’t be bothered to leave the mess of already disorganized rentals he had to sort through. You couldn’t tell if it was the girl trouble—or lack thereof, that Steve was having that was causing him to be in such a slump, or the general lack of disinterest in his job.

“Eddie.” Your voice is dripping with sweetness, fingertips dragging along the counter as you scoot in behind the front desk. “Just returning?”

“Might take a quick look around, if you don’t mind.” He tells you, hands shoved into his front pockets. “Unless you’ve got some suggestions, princess?”

You let out a soft ‘hmph’, shaking your head at the nickname he had come up with. It started sophomore year of high school, a shitty jab at how prissy you acted—a lot of that was part of hanging around with the wrong crowd. But, now you had Steve—you balanced each other out pretty well. The word felt different coming from his mouth now, a lot less bite behind it. You had always been friends, but never close enough that you spent time with him outside of school or sat with him at lunch, to busy with the swarm of girls that flocked around each other, you being suck right into the center of it all. That didn't stop the dizzying feeling you felt every time he set his eyes on you.

“I’m fresh out.” You assure him with a playful smirk, you hesitantly point in Steve’s direction. “But, we just got one of your favorites back in, if you wanna rent it out.”

“My favorite?” He teases, curling a stray strand of hand around his finger. It was almost criminal how beautiful his hair was, never a piece out of place, a true work of art. “You keepin’ tabs on me?”

“It’s in the system, Eddie.” It was his most frequented rental and always came back reeking of weed—something you didn’t even know to be possible. “You’ve rented it out sixteen times.”

“Oh.” He deflated slightly—he seemed a little ashamed, maybe? You didn’t find it weird, not really—there’s no way you could admit how many times you’ve watched The Breakfast Club, something you would carry with you to the grave.

“Steve!” You shout, grabbing his attention. Your head nods in the direction of Eddie—and like Steve was a mind reader, tosses the rental in your direction. You catch it with ease, tossing it on the counter. A stoner’s favorite, that was for sure.

“You rent these out to high school students?” Eddie asks from an obscure corner of the store—“Robocock. Huh, that’s fucking hilarious.”

Steve’s at a loss for words, glancing at you from his hiding spot, surfing through his ever growing pile. You stifle that laugh that comes out at the sight of his horrified face. You didn’t understand why Steve looked so scandalized when you knew he snuck out the adult film rentals on a regular basis. He just wasn’t as sneaky as he thought he was.

“You’re twenty, Eddie.” You remind him, “Not seventeen.”

He shrugs, tossing it back on the shelf. “Got any new releases?”

You think for a moment, “No, not for the past few weeks. I guess you’ll just have to suffer through a few more rewatches of those ridiculous little stoner movies you like.”

“Hey, not ridiculous.” His ringed finger is pointing in your direction, he’s slowly making his way back toward the cash register, glancing aimlessly down the aisle, eyes not really landing on anything in particular—except for you. “They’re a cinematic masterpiece.”

Entirely too unconvinced, you hold your hand out, waiting for him to slide over his ID. “You just gotta give ‘em a try, I swear.” He adds, setting the card in your hand gently.

He’s got the biggest grin on his face, which wasn’t out of the norm for him, but his eyes lingered on your for a little too long and that last thing you wanted to think was that it was meant entirely for you. Because no, absolutely not. You could not handle another boy wrecking your life, right now.

“No, Robocock?” You tease, the word sounds even more lewd than you had intended.

While you had never partaken in the content yourself, you were aware. You just couldn’t handle the cheesy lines and horrible faked situations that ended with someone getting pounded over an object that looked way too uncomfortable to be spread out over—they were a hard, hard no.

You clear your throat awkwardly, realizing how caught off guard Eddie looked—like you had insulted his all time favorite metal band and shit on his choice of music all in one go—you could never shit on Eddie’s music choice, not when you indulged in the same songs on a daily basis. But really, he was at a loss of words.

“Maybe next time.” He says slowly, trying to recover from whatever the fuck just happened.

“Sweet.” You drag out, attempting to input the rental information into the decrepit contraption in front of you, waiting for what felt like hours for it to finally rise from the dead. “And you’re good, here—“

“Are you busy this weekend?” Eddie asks suddenly, jarring you out of reality for a moment. His voice quieter, like he was hoping Steve wouldn’t be able to hear.

“Yeah, actually.” You tell him. It wasn’t an excuse, you were working a double shift to cover Steve’s ass because you were an amazing friend who cared about their well-being and ability to potentially help your friend get laid. “I have to work all weekend.”

“Oh—sounds like torture.” He jokes, tapping the VHS idly against the counter. He looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t, and you hate how disappointed that makes you feel. “I guess I’ll be seeing you again this weekend then, princess.”

“Can’t wait.” You reply teasingly, causing Eddie to chuckle quietly in response. “God knows I’ll be boring myself to death all weekend.”

“I’ll be your knight in shining armor, no worries.” He adds, adjusting the front of his jacket, displaying the infamous Hellfire Club tee he dawned underneath.

“I’ll hold you to that.” You wiggle a finger at him, watching intently as he made a show of swinging a fake sword, walking backwards toward the door, not realizing that he was about to run smack into another customer.

“Hey, fuckin’ watch it, kid.” A much older man shouts, shoving past Eddie. You can’t help but laugh.

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Your shift at Family Video on Saturday is entirely too uneventful, aside from the two underage kids who tried to sneak in and steal some of the content from the adult section, which then promptly ended in them being embarrassed by half of the store during one of the busier hours of the day. You shooed them away quickly and suffered through the rest of that god forsaken shift—boy, was that a story for Steve.

Thankfully, Sunday comes quickly and you’re shuffling out of your house at the speed of light, trying to make it before opening time to set up the store in peace.

“Don’t forget, sweetheart—I need you to cover the store for a few hours while I’m gone tonight.” Your dad spoke, stopping you at the front door. You nod your head fervently, assuring him that he had nothing to worry about.

“Gotcha, I’ll make sure to lock up everything, don’t worry.”

He was definitely going to remind you about ten more times.

He owned a small record store on the corner of downtown, right across from the frequently visited supermarket that almost the entire town went to. It was great for business, amazing in fact, always bringing back the old customers, but happily welcoming in the new ones. It was his prized possession and probably the only reason you leaned so heavily into loving music.

You spend an hour setting up shop at Family Video—wiping down counters, checking on any new stock, and finally settling down into a spot to sort through rentals that either needed to be thrown out or re-shelved. It was monotonous, but enough to keep you busy—busy enough that the store had already been open for at least a half hour, you not even bothering to flip on the neon sign that hung from the front window of the store.

“This might help.” The familiar voice says,, nearly scaring the life out of you. You grasp your chest in horror, falling ass first onto the floor. “Shit—sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

“Jesus, Eddie—the fuck is wrong with you?” You ask, standing at full height, the top of your head barely reaching his nose. “You cannot sneak up on people like that.”

“I figured you heard me come in—plus, the doors were unlocked.” Fair point. Still, you were annoyed. “Really, you okay?”

“Yeah.” You huff, smoothing the dust off of your pants and adjusting the horrible, itchy work vest you wore. “Just, please—never do that again.”

“Cross my heart.” Eddie replies endearingly, hand pressed against his chest. He leans forward, noticing the small button on your vest that read ‘Ask me about Science Fiction!’, he flicks it amusingly.

“So, any good suggestions for me today?” He asks, “maybe something science fiction-y?” Eddie’s fishing for something, you’re just not sure what. You steal the previous rental from his hands, placing it on the counter.

“I would suggest Star Wars, but I think that’s an obvious one—you’ve probably already seen it.” You travel down the row, Eddie not very far behind.

“I haven’t.”

Your mouth practically drops to the floor in shock—of course Eddie hadn’t seen it, this man knew of three things—weed, heavy rock music, and more weed.

“What? Is that bad?” His eyebrow is quirked up inquisitively, bracing both hands against the top of surrounding rows.

“It’s a fucking crime, Eddie.” You slap the rental into his chest, grabbing his hand to force it into his hold and out of yours.

He’s laughing, turning on his heels to follow you obediently. Truly, he just hadn’t found the time to actually sit down and enjoy it, it wasn’t entirely his fault.

“So, Star Wars—check.” He lists off, “Anything else?”

“You should probably start off slow.” You suggest coyly, patting his arm. “No need to over indulge, then you won’t be able to put them down.”

That was his problem exactly. He’d overindulged into you and now—he just couldn’t quit, he had to know everything. Likes, dislikes, why you always came to school with such a sour puss look on your face, or why you always ate lunch in your car instead of inside the cafeteria—why you always made sure to bump into him in the hallway just to find a reason to speak to him in front of his friends (okay, maybe you definitely went out of your way to talk to him as often as you could.) —not that he cared, but he wasn’t losing his mind when he noticed that his interest wasn’t completely one-sided.

And yeah, maybe Eddie was just what you needed, but boys—boys were off limits. School, work, home. That’s how your life worked and it worked well. Routine was the only thing that kept you on such a straight line. Aside from that freshman hook up with Jason, then Jay from Band class, and that one—very quick—time with Aaron from Physics, there was also the other Erin—in contrast, she’d been an absolute dream to experience, both as a friend and someone who you felt safe enough sharing some of your firsts with. So maybe you weren’t as focused as you should’ve been—but you were trying, that counted, right?

“Princess,” Eddie’s voice brings you back to the surface, his fingers snapping in your face to break you from the trance you had fallen in, “time to come back to the land of the living.”

“Sorry,” You smile sheepishly, “What were you saying?”

He has the nerve to look smug, the faintest trace of a smirk on his face. “I didn’t say anything. You just went blank and—“ He waves his hands wildly in your direction, as if that made any sense.

You try to calm your thoughts, your mind, focusing yourself with the task at hand—get Eddie Munson out of here as soon as possible.

“Got that spare copy of Robo—“ You pull the copy of the horrible named porno from under the desk where you had left. That section was a nightmare to sort through. “Oh, well there was supposed to be a joke there—but now I forgot.” He seemed caught off guard by the idea that you already knew exactly what he was gearing to say. “You hidin’ it for yourself or something?”

“God no.” You scoff, typing idly. “I never step foot in that area of the store—that’s all Harrington’s domain.”

Eddie extends his hand out, making a soft grabbing motion toward the object in your hand. You offer it up cautiously, watching as he saunters over to the section and plopped it right back into the spot it belonged.

Well, that was one way to make the job easier. Actually—

“Hey, are you busy right now?” It’s a shot in the dark, but it’s still worth it.

“Depends on why you’re asking.” Eddie says slowly, palms resting against the counter upon his return. He’s eyeing you carefully, you try not to look away.

“I could use the help sorting,” You start, pointing at the pile you hadn’t even made a dent in yet, “and I’ve gotta cover a shift at the record store in a few hours, so I’d really like to get this shit done, preferably today.”

“Record store? The one over by Bradley’s Big Buy?” Eddie perked up out of nowhere. “I go there all the time.”

“Yeah.” You reply is slow, methodical. “My dad owns it.”

“No fuckin’ way.” If Eddie was trying to hide the fact that you may have just become his favorite person ever, he was doing a terrible job. His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

“You know what—you help me get through all of this before my shift ends and I’ll let you sift through the storage in the back of the record shop where we keep the real gems, let you take a few as a reward for your hard work. Deal?” You hold out your hand, waiting for the deal to be set in stone.

“Oh, hell yeah.” Eddie says, shaking your hand firmly.

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The keys jingle as you fiddle with the lock on the door. Eddie’s feet doing a soft pitter-patter behind you. He was antsy as hell, more so than you had ever seen him. It was driving you insane—you turn abruptly to look at him.

“Eddie, seriously—I’m going to have to strap you to a chair if you don’t stop.” He didn’t think you were serious, but you were absolutely willing to do whatever was needed.

“Sorry.” He says softly, the shuffling coming to a stop a few moments after. You offer him a warm smile, finally managing to force the lock to turn, opening the back entrance to the shop.

The smell was something you could never forget. It was similar to the smell of old books, mixed with the sweet smell of cinnamon. The small area that encased the back of the store was for employees—a lounge area fit for a few people with a small kitchenette attached. You glance back at Eddie, who hadn’t moved from the spot he was in. You grab for his wrist, gently yanking him inside and shutting the door behind you.

“When I said stop I didn’t mean freeze.” You joke playfully, continuing to hold onto the sleeve of his jacket as you tug him through the rest of the way, turning another corner to reach the storage room. “A few rules—none of the boxes off the top shelf, mostly because I don’t want you hurting yourself and I have no idea how sturdy those things are and two, you don’t speak a word of this to anyone—not a single soul, Eddie Munson.”

“Heard, boss.” He nods eagerly.

“Voila.” Throwing your hand out to the side fancifully, allowing him a grand entrance into the only sacred part of this building.

If anyone found out about this, you were surely dead.

“There’s a few first editions in here, some misprints, a lot of represses and remasters—it’s a lot so just…have at it.” Eddie’s holding his hands close to his body, afraid that if he touches anything it was going to disintegrate into a pile of dust, which was very well possible.

“Personally, I’d go with a copy of Ozzy or Iron Maiden, these are almost impossible to get your hands on.” You pull out the two covers simultaneously, parading them out for show. His smile is genuine, but it doesn’t seem to be what he’s looking for.

He scans around for a minute before finally stopping on a box a few feet away. “Aha!” Eddie exclaims, holding the piece up in front of him. “Found you.”

Metallica. You should’ve known. It was a damn good album, even you could attest to that. “Good choice.” You nudge him gently, sifting through the box in front of him. If he wants to say something, he doesn’t. Eddie bites his tongue, for once. It was way too much to unpack in one evening—the idea of some popular priss of the school like you even recognizing how absolutely metal this album was.

“Actually, I think I’ll stick with this.” Eddie tells you, following your lead as you exited the storage room. He didn’t want to be greedy or take advantage of the situation and you were fine with that, it was nice, actually. You couldn’t remember the last time you had ever managed to have a conversation with a boy that didn’t end with him asking to shove a hand up your shirt, or worse.

Though, Eddie’s own bubble of bliss popped at the sound of a voice carrying through to the back of the store, eyes widening in fear. You panic, shoving him into a dark corner, down one of the rows, yanking him down to squat out of sight.

“I thought you said we didn’t have to worry about your dad showing up?!” Eddie says in a hushed whisper, eyes showing how desperate he was to escape this situation.

You silence him with the palm of your hand, pulling him lower, almost on top of you, to avoid being seen. You turn to peek from under the legs that held up the bins of records, watching as your father wandered around until he found what he was looking for—his wallet, of all fucking things. Eddie says something into your hand, but it’s muffled. You swat him gently, but it’s enough to warrant a warning—and the look you give him... he obeys almost immediately.

The moment you two are finally alone again, you both collapse with a loud sigh on the floor—hearts pounding out of your chest.

“Am I dead?” Eddie asks, staring up at the ceiling. You lean over him, popping into his line of sight.

“If you’re dead, I guess I’ll have to take back that copy of—“ You slowly reach for the record he still had a death grip on.

“No, no. Anything but that.” He begs, holding it closer to his chest. You chuckle softly, pushing yourself up. Eddie follows suit slowly, still reeling from the aftermath of what had just happened.

“Wanna listen for a bit?” You suggest, trying to ease some of his nerves. “I’ve got a few minutes until I have to open shop and that record player up front is top of the fuckin’ line. It sounds amazing.”

“You wanna listen? To Metallica?” He asks, confirming what he had suspected earlier, but it still didn’t help hide the bewilderment he was experiencing.

“The fact that I know you’re judging me so hard is kind of an asshole move, Munson.” You tease, grabbing the vinyl from his hand and setting it onto the record player.

It crackles to life, almost like magic, the song begins to play dimly in the background. You didn’t want to risk blowing the speakers out this early, so a manageable volume seemed appropriate.

“I’m not judging, I swear. I just—I had no idea, you know.” He’s leaning against the wall, hands crossed loosely over his chest. “Metal heads are a rare breed, they think we’re all fuckin’ nuts.”

“Aren’t we?” You joke, perched against the top of one of the leather chairs arranged near the entrance.

“There’s no way you’re real.” Eddie shakes his head with disbelief, running a twitchy hand through the back of his hair. It makes your heart twinge, the way he sounds so exasperated over the whole thing.

“I’m very real.” You remind him, poking gently at his arm. Eddie makes a small sound, a huff of laughter, though pained in the way it never actually leaves his mouth. “You okay, Eddie?”

“Yeah. Yeah, fine.”

Eddie was either impossible to read, or showing his emotions on his sleeve, there was no in-between. But right now, you were struggling to decipher why he seemed so off—switching from foot to foot nervously, fingers pulling at the loose thread on his jacket absently, chewing softly at his bottom lip like he’s trying desperately to stop himself from talking.

Screw always staying on the straight and narrow, you were taking the damn leap. You reach out for the hand that was tugging at a flimsy piece thread, fingers wrapping loosely around his own. His gaze is soft, looking up at you ever so slightly. “Eddie, you can talk to me.”

“Huh.” It’s a quiet sound, but you watch that way his chest bounces at the action. He’s eerily silent, like he can’t find the words to talk—but you could do enough of that for the both of you.

“Okay, don’t talk to me.” It comes out wrong, condescending. You scramble for a moment, “Not—I mean, I want you to feel like you can talk to me, but if you don’t want to, that’s fine too.” It’s a gentle reminder that no matter what, you respected his boundaries.

I’m kind of obsessed with you—is what he wants to say. But he can’t. He can’t even form the words. Any words. He takes a long, deep breath to calm himself.

“Please don’t hate me for this.”

“Why would I—“ Oh.

It felt…too good, too right, too entirely fuckin’ real. You can’t even find it in you to pull back, inhaling shakily against Eddie’s mouth, parting just enough to give you the space you needed to let your brain catch up with the rest of your body.

“Still don’t hate you.” You whisper into the air between you both, lips still close enough that they graze against his with every movement.

“Good.” He sighs, reaching forward to press one last sweet, lingering kiss against your lips. It was a lot less scandalous than you anticipated—not that you ever imagined kissing Eddie Munson...but still, definitely better than any expectation you might’ve had.

“Eddie, I really have to work.” You say with nothing but regret, feeling like cutting this short was a lousy attempt at escaping the situation, which was so far from what you wanted to do, but you couldn’t even process what was happening, not fully, at least. “We can talk later, if you want.”

“Uh, sure.” Eddie still sounds defeated, backing away slowly. He didn’t know what he was expecting, really. There was no way you would immediately fall head over heels, prepared with some sort of epic love confession. Still, he was disappointed with himself for not being able to express things differently.

You sigh, trying to find some way to reassure the poor boy standing before you. “We can shelf this,” You thought it was kinda cheesy, he did too. His smile is enough to make you feel a little bit better about cutting him off so quickly, “and you can call this number when you feel like talking to me.”

Reaching for the pen sitting on the clipboard on the table beside you, you scribble down a fury of numbers on a line of paper and shove it into his palm. You couldn’t do mixed signals, friends or not—if Eddie had something he wanted to say, you needed to hear it, he needed to hear himself say it. You needed it to be real.

“I’ll wait.”

As long as it would take.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A day passes, then two, three—nearly a week and Eddie still hasn’t bothered to call you, no matter how much time you spent sitting by the landline all evening, going so far as to study and eat dinner within arms reach of the phone, wondering why he still hadn’t called.

Maybe he had changed his mind, and that was fine, but it was still a kick in the ass—a reminder that you couldn’t let silly little crushes distract you like this. Eddie even avoided you in the hallway more often, taking a left toward his mandatory PE class, rather than taking the long way around to have a conversation with you. You felt ashamed, embarrassed that you had even allowed him to kiss you, it made you feel vulnerable.

After a week of silence and too many eerily quiet shifts at Family Video, enough is enough. And as luck would have it, you find him on a Friday night, digging through a discount bin at your dad’s record store—which, you should have known. But what was more astonishing, was how long he had managed to avoid you, here, of all places.

“We’re closing in ten, folks!” Your dad’s voice bellows through the place, warning the very few stragglers left that if they weren’t out within that time, it would be an issue. “Hiya, sweetheart.”

Eddie whips around at the speed of light, eyes landing on you immediately. You can’t help but look smug, arms crossed tightly over your chest. He tries to compose himself, turning back to the bin and continuing to browse through.

What an asshole, you think.

“Hey.” It’s simple, short, an easy way to start a conversation.

“Hi.” His voice doesn’t waver, but he sure as hell doesn’t look at you.

“If you’re not going to say anything, I will.” He’d done enough tiptoeing the past week, you just wanted an explanation.

He sighs, looking up at you slowly. “I know. I’m a dick for ignoring you.” He wasn’t wrong, you definitely felt it was a dick move that way he handled things. But, you hated holding grudges, especially against someone like Eddie, who you never hated to begin with.

“I get it, if you didn’t want to talk about what happened—it’s fine, but I still like talking to you, Eddie. You wouldn’t even look at me during lunch or any time I passed you in the halls—and don’t forget how late you are on returning that copy of ‘A New Hope’.” You point a feebly accusing finger in his direction, poking gently at his chest.

“I did.” He admits, “I gave it to Harrington and he handled it for me.”

Brows furrowed, your gaze ices over. “You went through me—to Steve?!” Now that, that stung. “You couldn’t even return a rental because I scared you off that much?”

“You didn’t scare me!”

You both freeze, not entirely sure where the outburst stunned from, luckily enough the store had emptied already. Still, that left a very clueless father of yours to watch the whole conversation unravel.

“I’ll give you two some privacy.” He says, but it’s mostly directed at you. He slips the store keys into your hand. “Lock up and don’t stay out too late.”

You’ve never been more thankful for having such relaxed parents.

“You didn’t scare me.” Eddie repeats himself, more relaxed but still tense around the edges.

“Then why are you avoiding me?” You push. “Was kidding me really that horrible?”

“No—god, no. I have—I don’t really,” He takes a breath, hand steady out in front of himself between the space you two held, “I’ve never talk to people that I like—everyone thinks I’m this freak that worships that devil when all I really do is—“

“Play D&D with underclassmen and listen to metal rock at ungodly volumes from the inside of your van?” You ask, seemingly shutting him up. “Eddie, I know—the only people that believe that shit are the ones that can’t even look at themselves in the mirror and face who they are.”

You pull him toward the seating nook near the front of the store, forcing him down on the old leather couch shoved against the wall, allowing him the time he needs before he speaks again. You didn’t glance over his admission at liking you, but it was so painfully obvious that bringing it up again might do more harm than good, teasing him was the last thing you wanted to do. It was better to let him find the words he needed to express how he felt, that’s what you’d been waiting for—nearly a week now.

“I kissed you and it screwed everything up. I was so caught up in this idea of what I thought you were that when I realized who you actually were—I didn’t know how to respond, so I kissed you.”

“I do have interests, Eddie. I’m not some robot. They may not be what you expected, but the person I am at school, that’s not me. It’s what I want people to see—outside of school, I don’t have to force that image that I throw on. It’s just me.” You kept the two things on different sides of the universe, not that you weren’t ashamed of the fake act you put on around everyone, but it was the least complicated thing that somehow made sense in your mind.

You continue talking, Eddie forced to do nothing but listen. “I like Kate Bush and Journey—fuckin’ Metallica. My dad taught me how to play D&D when I was twelve for fucks sake. I love nerdy shit and maybe I’m ashamed to tell people that, but I’m sure as hell not afraid to like it.”

Eddie could’ve sworn his brain short-circuited at your admission, not that it was something groundbreaking, but it was something he had failed to notice on his own, how easily he overlooked you and believed in the show you put on for everyone else.

“I always thought you looked at me as some weird freak that annoyed you all the time.” He laughs quietly, fingers rubbing against the side of his rings absently.

“Annoyed me, yes.” You giggle softly, “Looked at you like you were some weird freak? Never. That’s a little hypocritical, don’t you think?”

“Well, now I just feel like an asshole.” Eddie admits, smirking ever so slightly. “I should’ve noticed.”

“That was the whole point, Eddie.” You tell him, thumping his forehead gently. He gasps, rubbing the spot dramatically, as if you actually did any damage. “You think I didn’t know what you were doing these past few months? Visiting me at work, purposely saving the seat behind me in class just so you could bother me for answers—you could’ve just talked to me, Eddie. The idea that you think that I think I’m too good for you—it hurts.”

“Everything is fucked up now.” He says, it being the only conclusion he could come to. There was no rectifying what he had ruined, not in his mind.

“It’s not,” you remind him, slowly standing from your seat to pull from the stack of records by the record player, the beginnings of some random pop-ish song you’ve never heard of filling the room, “and since you want to be so self-deprecating, I’m going to make you sit through this god awful song until you realize that not only do I not hate you—I would let you kiss me again, and again, and ag—“

Eddie grips your head firmly, hand cradling the back of your head, fingers all wound up in your hair. He’s got his mouth on you, this time completely unashamed, all him and no impulse. It’s a little sloppy, the way his mouth meets yours. You weren’t ready for it, but to say that your mouth wasn’t a perfect fit against his own, that was a blatant lie. You two fit together well, his lips slotting against yours perfectly. He smells like weed and pine and nature, it’s your favorite smell in the world now.

“And again, and again.” Eddie mocks against your lips when you two finally come up for air. He couldn’t tell you where the sudden act of boldness came from, his body working purely on feeling and adrenaline.

“We gotta stop doing this.” You say, pulling back just enough to look at him.

“Kissing? Because I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to—“

“No, turning this record shop into our sacred make out spot.”

Eddie snorts at that, pulling back even more, head thrown back in a small fit of laughter. “I wouldn’t call that making out, would you?”

“You know what I mean.” You shove him lightly, nearly pushing him off you. But, he doesn’t let go.

Silence falls over you both, neither of you finding the words to break it. It didn’t feel wrong, crossing this line. Eddie wasn’t some forbidden fruit you couldn’t have a taste of—though he couldn’t say the same for you, but there were definitely some things that needed to be worked through.

“You’re not my boyfriend,” You tell him sternly and outright, “not yet. But, that doesn’t mean I’m not going to let you kiss me if you want to.”

“You’re not afraid of what people will say?” It’s the first genuine question that you can immediately answer, not an inkling of doubt behind it.

“I don’t give a shit what people think about who I associate myself with.” You reply honestly, eyes conveying an openness you only reserved for the people closest to you.

“Won’t it tank your reputation?” He laughs, fingers coming up to play with a stray piece of hair framing your face. “Can’t stay popular when you have a freak like me following you around.”

“Doubtful.” The students of Hawkins were so desperate for leadership, they would follow you without question. It was a gross thing to think about, but some people couldn’t be bothered to think for themselves and would rather have other people do it for them. “I think I scare a lot of people.”

Eddie nods, almost like he can relate. “You can be a little terrifying.”

“Good.” You say proudly, finally managing to separate yourself from Eddie, even if you really didn’t want to.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

He kisses you that following Monday, square on the mouth, in front of not only his entire group of friends from Hellfire, but the entire senior class, including a few other underclassmen that lingered in the hallway for far too long. It’s puzzling at first, you’re confused, but you manage to fix your face quickly, smiling up at the boy standing in front of you.

“You really like drawing a crowd, Munson.” You tease, voice hushed so only he could hear.

“It’s a talent.” He remarks, gesturing wildly with his face, fingers pointed up to mimic devil horns, tongue stuck out for extra flair.

He was unapologetically himself and it was refreshing. You didn’t realize how hard everyone was staring until he’s left your side, and maybe you should feel ashamed, but the moment you attempt to lock eyes with any of them, they’re averting their eyes at the speed of light. Good—mind your damn business, you think.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

He still pesters you at Family Video every other day, but not nearly as much as before. Fortunately for Steve, he was receiving most of the attention now—and even if he would never admit it, he was warming up to Eddie.

“He asked if I could sell him some weed.” Eddie tells you one day, unprovoked and out of the blue. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head in surprise.

“You know what, I don’t even wanna know.” You tell him, hands up in defense. “Just know, Steve has the tolerance of a mouse—beer, weed, whatever. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Oh what, and little miss perfect’s never smoked a joint before?”

“Never.” You assure him. You weren’t one to judge, to each their own, but you never found any interest in actually trying it.

“And somehow you’ve got a crush on the one dude who smokes weed on a daily basis.” Eddie teases, finger jabbing your cheek softly. You can’t help but smile.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The first time Eddie invites you to his trailer is rather uneventful. You meet his uncle, briefly. He doesn’t seem like much of a talker, but he’s still pleasantly surprised to see his nephew talking to someone, no matter who they were.

You two end up eating silently, talking about random and obscure things that only made sense between the four walls you both existed in.

“Favorite D&D class—go.” Eddie shoots a finger gun your way, grape shoved halfway into your mouth.

“Easy, rogue.” Stealth & trickery, that one was built for you. “Your turn.”

“Bard.” He says after a careful moment of thinking. “I don’t think that really needs much explaining.” Eddie says, flashing the beautiful guitar that hung on his wall, his most prized possession. “Plus, I’m super fuckin’ charming.”

“That you are.” You whisper softly, leaning forward to pull him in for a kiss. It’s cut entirely too short by Eddie pulling away, shoving another bit of food into his own mouth.

“Eat first, kiss later.” He orders.

And it’s not against your own human nature when you only receive so much as a few kisses before you’re leaving that night, wondering if maybe you were pushing too hard.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

So, you dial things back. It was fine if Eddie was making an attempt at slowing things down on purpose—the problem was, you weren’t used to it. You blame that partially on the fact that you’ve never gotten involved in anything more than a quick hookup. It was a foreign concept.

But Eddie does seem to take notice that you’re trying to create more distance at his expense and that just won’t do. So he’ll slide his hand up the back of your shirt, over the curve of your ass, a gentle tug on your hair when he’s kissing the life out of you from the driver’s side of his van, parked in the makeshift driveway outside his trailer home.

But, it constantly leaves you wanting more. You want him to touch you everywhere, constantly thinking about how his hands would feel around your thighs, running up the plane of your breasts, around your neck—and maybe you can blame it on the late surge of teenage hormones running through your body at eighteen.

And when the words finally left your mouth a few weeks later, laid out underneath Eddie on his unmade bed, you weren’t really sure what to expect.

“Are you scared to have sex with me?” You ask, voice sounding entirely too small in this big room. “Did I do something wrong?”

He lifts his head from where it’s resting on your chest, “What?”

“Are you waiting until marriage? Because if you are—that’s fine, but I really didn’t see that coming from you—not that I’m judging, it’s a valid choice.” You spit out in one breath, trying to compensate for how shitty you felt after asking him that.

“I’m a virgin.” He blurts out at once.

“O-oh. Okay.” You say slowly, caught off-guard by the admission. “I’m sorry, I just assumed that—“

“I’ve made out with people before and done a few other things but,” He tells you, “I’ve just never..”

“No, it’s fine.” You assure him, sitting up in his bed to look at him clearly, “I feel like a total asshole now.”

“Believe me, I want to have sex with you.” He looks so damn earnest, his palm resting against your knee, thumb rubbing against the skin gently. “I just don’t want to disappoint—gotta live up to the reputation, you know?”

“You’ve never even come close?” You ask curiously. It seemed like a harmless enough question to ask.

“Yeah—a few times. I always cut things short, though. I’ve had people offer me sex and blowies in exchange for weed, but that just feels wrong on so many levels.”

You nod slowly, thoughtfully. “Well, I’m not gonna push you or anything. It doesn’t have to be some big, monumental thing we have to tiptoe around. We can just…figure it out as we go.”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The next couple months are easy, creeping up toward Christmas, impatiently awaiting a much needed break from school, work—even life. You wanted to lock yourself in your room and sleep for a week straight. Between your constant work shifts, covering Steve for dates because you’re way too nice of a friend, and still making sure to spend time with Eddie, you were worn out. Not that Eddie was a chore, but it felt like you couldn’t give him your full, undivided attention when your mind was constantly thinking of your schedule for the next day.

When you finally do manage to reward yourself with a few glorious days off, you spend them locked up in your room, just as you intended.

Tap. Tap. It was nearly eleven at night, who in the hell could possible be—

Eddie’s head pops into view, clearly struggling to keep himself upright. You scramble to the window, opening it up to pull him inside.

“Are you insane?” You ask, helping him step over the threshold without face planting on to the carpet. “My parents are asleep downstairs—if they find you up here this late, I’m dead. Dead, Eddie.”

“I’ll be quiet.” He smiles, fingers crossed over his heart in a way that told you he meant it.

“What did you want?” You ask, not really trying to sound like an asshole, but your exhaustion is making it seem that way.

“Wanted to see you.” He shrugs, plopping himself down on your bed. He’s holding his hands out too, hoping you would follow suit.

He nearly manhandles you over his lap, letting you rest against his thighs. “What’s gotten into you?” You ask, hands resting against his lower abdomen where his shirt had ridden up. “Is this a late night booty call?”

“A what—“ He looks genuinely confused, “nevermind.”

“Oh, so you just missed me?” You tease, hands crawling up the expanse of his chest, you reach forward to kiss teasingly against the bit of his chest that was exposed from his top, right above his tattoo. “That’s cute.”

“I had an idea.” Oh no, you think. It was either going to be something completely outlandish or—who the fuck were you kidding? This was Eddie. “Since you’ve been so stressed lately.”

“Yeah?” You reply eagerly, ready for any type of distraction to help take your mind off of everything.

“Let me go down on you.” And if there was a list of things that you never expected to hear Eddie Munson say, that was nearing the top.

“Eddie Munson.” You respond, sounding scandalized.

“Don’t tell me you’re turning down an orgasm.” He responds cockily, almost full of himself.

“I thought you said you-“

“I’m not that clueless, princess.” Well then. “Now, lay down.”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Definitely not clueless. Not in the slightest of ways.

Eddie’s mouth his way down the inside of your thigh, biting and licking at your skin in a way that has you squirming desperately.

“No fingers.” He tells you.

You nod. At a loss of words for the first time in your life.

“Just my mouth.” He says around a particularly sensitive spot, sucking lightly. “That’s all I need.”

He sounds entirely too sure of himself.

“We can make a deal, if you’re that confident.” You challenge, head craning down to look at him from in between your legs. He gives you a look that signals for you to keep talking, not bothering to stop the desperate attack on your skin that was surely going to leave marks the next morning.

“You make me come—I’ll blow you.” You say breathlessly, squirming again as the heat from his breath hits your bare cunt. “Deal?”

“Fuck yeah.”

He starts gentle, easy, separating your folds with his tongue and teasing at your clit. You sigh, admiring the sight of Eddie’s head tucked between your legs, face buried into the apex of your thighs. It seemed like a bold statement at first, the idea of Eddie making you come with nothing but his mouth—but you realize your own feeble mistake. Eddie turned you on enough that he didn’t need to use fingers, you could come with just his mouth—hell, just the sight of him between your legs had your thighs clenching around his head, caging him in place.

The hand that isn’t resting against your stomach pulls against the inside of your thigh, forcing your legs open wider, and wider. He’s practically drinking you in now, switching between licking and sucking at your sensitive clit in intervals that had your body arching in pleasure and agony—agony at the fact that this couldn’t continue on forever.

“You’re such a liar.” You force out through clenched teeth, his chuckle is apparent as it vibrates against your cunt, sending you reeling.

“Just because I haven’t had sex doesn’t mean I can’t compensate in other areas.” And then he’s back to work.

“Oh, oh fuck.” You’re desperately trying to keep your voice down, the only solution being for you to cover your mouth with your hand, muffling the moans that Eddie was pulling out of you. “This is cruel.”

“You’re really wet.” He observes, pulling back to allow you both a breather, “It’s all over your sheets.”

“Shit happens—I’ll wash them later—just keep going, please.” You rush out, using your hands to physically direct him back to your cunt, his nose brushing up against your clit as his tongue dipped inside of you.

You were passed caring at this point, desperate for the orgasm that was building in your lower abdomen. You’ve got the sheets in a knuckle white grip, gasping at every lick and nudge he made against your sensitive and swollen clit, face burning with the heat of how close you were, flushed a deep red.

“Gonna come, Eddie.” You warn, which only encourages him further. And god, the mouth on him. He’s licking desperately at your cunt, your juices and his spit mixing together to create a glorious slippery mess that created the perfect amount of friction.

And he feels it coming, the way your fingers grip the hair at the base of his head, he reaches up to cover your mouth, you clasp your own hand over his—and finally, you let go.

“Christ.” You say on an exhale, dizzy from what had to be the single most hardest orgasm you’ve ever felt. “Get the fuck up here, Eddie.”

“And just like that,” He snaps, “stress free.” His face is wet still, covered in you, and you can’t help but laugh. “What, something on my face?” You reach up and grab the collar of his shirt to wipe away the mess from his mouth.

“All good.” You assure him, patting his chest gently. It takes a while for you to finally gain your bearings, but eventually you do. “And like I said—a deal is a deal.” You turn to look at him, enjoying the way he’s spread out on your bed, smug and jovial. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

He nods, “With a gorgeous someone like you asking to suck my dick? Absolutely.”

Eddie sure had a way with words.

“Here, turn this way.” You tell him, tapping his thigh softly so he’d move.

“Why can’t I—“ You drop to your knees on the soft carpet of your floor, fitting perfectly between his legs. “Oh.”

You unbuckle his belt, fumbling a little with the loops, so you forgo trying to take the whole thing off and just focus on being able to unbutton his pants. He pushes them down, letting them pool around his ankles.

Eddie doesn't really know where to put his hands, first his thighs, then the sheets and back again. “Do I just—“

You place his hands on either side of him, wrapped around the edge of the mattress and—Jesus, was that more a turn on than having his head between your thighs, his rings shining prominently against the pale skin of his fingers.

“Just keep them there and flow with whatever works, Eddie. You tell me what feels good.” He nods softly.

He’s hard already, reeling off the high of going down on you, so instead of trying to tease him any longer—which you weren’t sure he could handle, you peel his underwear down, enough to where it drops on its own and you can finally admire his dick in full view, completely bare.

You didn’t realize you had your bottom lip pulled underneath your top row of teeth until Eddie was rubbing gently at your chin, staring down at you with gentle, loving eyes. It’s so sickeningly sweet that you want to burst into tears.

“No fingers?” You tease. “Just my mouth?”

“I think we can make an exception in this case.”

You waste no time in wrapping your hand around his shaft, Eddie swallowing audibly from above you. Still in one piece, that was good. You move slowly, a few long, languid strokes of his dick until you’re peering up at him asking, “Is this good?”

Contrary to whatever Eddie might be thinking, you’ve never actually had anyone’s anything in your mouth. Handjobs were easy, quick—but you’d never gone so far as to give a blowjob to any guy you’ve ever hooked up with. This was all new territory for you.

“Here.” Eddie has a firm grip around your hand, pushing you to squeeze a little tight, tug faster, enough to build a steady pace of both pressure and friction. “Shit—like that. That’s good.”

He sighs shakily, leaning more into the weight of his arm, praying to whatever god out there that it was enough to keep him upright.

You lean forward to lick at the tip carefully, he’s quiet and methodical, like he’s trying to focus on something. His eyes are shut right, hands now balled into fists.

Another lick this time, from the base of his dick to the tip before you’re swallowing him down, using your hands to follow what your mouth couldn’t. Unfortunately for you, gag reflexes were definitely still a thing and you weren’t going to force what wouldn’t fit—and there was a lot of Eddie that wasn’t going to fit. He was, without a doubt, bigger than any other person you’d been with—not so comical that it didn’t seem real, but it was more than enough.

“Fuck, this is gonna over way to quick.” He groans, “Slow-slow down.”

“Hands in my hair.” You tell him, guiding a hand toward the back of your head, he obeys easily, fingers twisted into the hair at the base of your neck. “Control the pace, I’ll follow.”

“You’re not real.” He breathes out in disbelief, rewarding him by swirling your tongue around the tip of his dick before your lips wrap around it, sucking lightly.

He moans louder than you initially expected, both of you pulling back in shock, your hand immediately darting toward his mouth.

“Don’t think I won’t shove something in your mouth if you want to keep that up.” You warned halfheartedly, but you were definitely more serious than playful.

“I can’t make any promises, sweetheart.” Well, you appreciated the honesty.

You suck him down again, as fully as possible, keeping a steady rhythm around his dick. He’s holding himself together better, but he’s still pretty noisy regardless. You reach aimlessly for something, anything, to shove in his mouth.

“Back pocket of my jeans,” He says, practically whining, “the—fuck, just grab it, you know what I’m talking about.”

You quickly yank at the black handkerchief in the pocket of his jeans, shoving it quickly into his mouth on the uptick of another groan, muffled perfectly by the fabric.

He bucks his hips on a particular downward motion of your mouth, the back of his dick hitting your throat and nearly causing you to gag, but you recover, bringing him closer and closer to his own orgasm. Eddie can’t even focus on his own thoughts at this point, he sounds insufferable. He’s gone from upright to sprawled across your sheets, gasping underneath the confines of the cloth.

“Gonna come,” Eddie forces out, quickly unstuffing his mouth, patting your shoulder gently as a warning, “you gotta pull off.”

You do and just in time for Eddie to spill over his stomach, his shirt having thankfully ridden up enough in his constant squirming that it narrowly managed to miss it. He’s clearly forcing himself to keep quiet, feeling himself coming down from the most mind blowing orgasm he’s ever received by another person. You try not to sit too long on the fact that no one has ever seen him the way you have, so blown out from an orgasm that you caused.

Eddie slowly pulls his underwear and jeans back over his hips, leaving them unbuttoned as he falls back on your bed, dragging you down with him.

“You really are the gift that keeps on giving.” He jokes, rubbing your back gently, hands finding their way underneath the fabric of your shirt, barely finger tipping past the point of your ass, playing absently with the hem of your underwear.

“And this gift needs some sleep.” You tell him.

And so what if you both ended up cuddled underneath the covers in your bedroom that night, neither of you bothering to ruin this tiny bit of bliss you had created. Eddie still managed to sneak out that morning without any evidence that he had ever been there.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Eddie can’t stop touching you since the night you two shared over the weekend, always finding any reason to have a hand on you—against your back, resting against the soft dip in your waist, or just dealing his arm around your shoulder in an effort to pull you closer.

“You sure you wanna try?” He asks, holding the joint in front of your face, waiting for you to grab it. “You really don’t have to.”

You wanted to, even if it was only this once. You had to live through the hype that everyone was talking about, even if you decided to never touch it after this moment, ever again.

“For the tenth time—yes.” You laugh, snatching the joint from his fingers and pulling it toward your lips. You remember what Eddie told you. Breathe in, not too deep, hold, then out through your nose.

But, you fuck up on the second step, taking in a little too much, lungs burning from the smoke you inhaled. You lean over, feeling like you’re going to cough yourself into a miserable death on the floor of Eddie’s trailer.

“We’ll work on it.” Eddie assures you, rubbing your back comfortingly.

It was the first and last time you ever touched a joint.

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Christmas comes and goes, a flurry of family visits and gift giving to all of your friends, leading up to dinner at Eddie’s trailer the evening of the day after, enjoying a small dinner with himself and his uncle. There’s some small talk, but most of the dinner is spent with you watching the two of them debate over some band you aren’t even sure you’ve ever heard of.

“Thank you.” Eddie tells you when he’s finally parked in front of your house, rubbing the backside of your hand with his thumb, fingers curling around your palm. You squeeze his hand in return.

“It was nice.” You admit. “My family is really loud, so it was a lot more enjoyable than you’d think.”

He chuckles softly, not wanting to let go of your hand, and not really wanting to say goodbye, either. You check the driveway, reminding yourself that your parents had left for another party a few towns over, a family friend.

“Hey, why don’t you stay for a bit?” You suggest, nodding in the direction of your house. “My parents won’t be home until midnight, I’m guessing–so maybe I can finally give you a grand tour without my parents asking you a million questions.” And ask they would, which is exactly why he hadn’t officially met them yet. Plus, he hadn’t officially asked you to be his girlfriend in any sense of the word–so it didn’t feel right either way.

Eddie doesn’t even so much as hesitate, hopping out of his car to follow you to the front door. The house is a decent size–a few bedrooms and a couple bathrooms, kitchen, all the normal things you would expect from a house in the suburbs.

You both collapse on your bed the moment you enter your room, both exhausted and full from the ridiculous amount of food you consumed over dinner.

Eddie finds out that you talk in your sleep that night–which should be considered singing, but your voice is so off-key that not even he can sugarcoat it. He doesn’t say anything, though. He listens to you jam out into the quiet ambiance of your room, ceiling fan buzzing from above.

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“Let’s have sex.” Eddie interjects bluntly, causing you to choke on the giant swig of water you had just attempted to swallow. It was New Years Eve and you both had planned to spend it together, even if you didn’t really have anything fun to do—spending time with Eddie was always eventful—case in point.

“Yeah,” you nod slowly, “Okay.” You never bothered to push Eddie on the topic, letting him come to that decision when he felt like it. Plus, his courage has probably been boosted from all the orgasms he’s given you, not that you were complaining—Eddie gave amazing head.

It doesn’t take much more coaxing to get you into his bed, naked from the waist up, Eddie’s mouth focused on nothing but the soft, plush valley of your breasts. He squeezed the one that wasn’t occupied by his mouth gently, tongue swirling around the bud of your nipple.It felt good, amazing, but you were way too horny to focus on the feeling of Eddie's mouth against your tits for this long.

“This is probably a terrible time to bring this up—“ He begins, but you silence him, tearing his mouth away from your tender breast and up to your mouth.

“Whatever it is, it can wait.” You laugh softly. Eddie’s looking up at you, his hair a wild mess. He looks innocent and naive, with no idea what he was getting himself into. “Do you have condoms?”

Bareback was a hard no—no matter who it was. Although, the idea of tiny little Eddie’s running around was adorable, just not enough to sacrifice everything you learned in Sex Ed. He nods eagerly, reaching over you to grab a thin box from the top of his bedside table. He shakes it, box still unopened.

“How long have you had those?” You ask, almost certain you’d never seen any in his place before.

“A few weeks.” He shrugs, pulling one of the small tin foil squares out of the box and tossing it on the floor. “Wasn’t sure when I should bring it up, you know?”

Like you wouldn’t jump his bones the second he asked, regardless if it had been two days ago or two weeks. You had waited patiently for Eddie to come to the decision on his own, and that’s all you could do. It wasn’t something you two always tiptoed around, you didn’t treat it like he had some ailment that kept him from pleasing you otherwise, it was just one step you hadn’t gotten to yet.

“Have you been planning this, Munson?” You tease, fingers dragging down his chest slowly, stopping just at the edge of his belt, your fingers curling around it.

“You can’t prove anything.” He replies, shoving his face into the crook of your neck to bite teasingly at the skin there. You yelp, squirming in the way it sends shivers down your spine.

“Beautiful, charming, and chivalrous—what did I do to deserve you?” You ask, a smile gracing your face. “Not to mention how downright dirty that mouth is.”

“Oh, I’m full of surprises, sweetheart.” His voice low and teasing, coming up to capture your lips in a filthy kiss, all tongue and eager enthusiasm.

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Part of you was glad that the shyness between you both was long gone, having seen each other in enough intimate ways that now—it was normal. It took a lot of the edge off for Eddie, who seemed more and more relaxed as the night drew on. You’d both forgone clothing very early on, relishing in the sight of being able to see Eddie completely bare—tattoo and toned muscle on full display.

He’s pretty insistent about going down on you despite how you insisted he didn’t have to, but it was Eddie—always wanting to give more than he took.

“Just like that.” You sigh softly, hips hovering over his mouth, your cunt making a mess all over his face. “Fuck—don’t stop.”

His tongue works quickly, rubbing over the sensitive nub of your swollen clit, his hands coming behind you to pull you further against his face. He’s practically groaning underneath you, hips bucking up into nothing—you’re ready to put him out of his misery, but the crashing feeling of your orgasm creeps up on you out of nowhere, cunt riding it out against his face, which he ravished greedily.

He’s very adamant about not having you return the favor. “There’s no way I’ll last through you doing that and being inside you without blowing my load, at least once. And truthfully, I’d like this to last a little longer than thirty seconds.”

He’s painfully honest and it’s adorable.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He sighs, brows furrowed slightly.

“You want me on top?” You ask softly, hovering over his bare thighs.

“Are you actually asking me that?” He laughs, a little dumbfounded. He’s right, stupid question.

You grab his hand, guiding it toward your sensitive pussy, allowing him to dip a single digit inside of you. He breathes in sharply, his fingers barely moving. He wasn’t even inside you and he already looked like he could fall apart.

Eddie notices the way your eyes fall shut, basking in the feeling of being filled up, even if it wasn’t by him—not really. He’s slow, precise, curling his finger ever so often until you’re rocking against his own hand, then he’s adding another. “More.” You say, he listens one obediently, squeezing another finger into you, working steadily inside of you now. The stretch felt amazing, but it was still lacking what you needed. You reach between you both, wrapping your fingers around his shaft, pulling gently.

He’s quiet, eyes closed. You pull again, rubbing your thumb over the tip, spreading the small amount of precome that had leaked out. “Fuck, I wanna be inside you.” Eddie moans, mouth hung open slightly.

You decide to finally put him out of his misery.

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Eddie’s silent as he slips on the condom, his tongue sticking out past his lips from focusing too hard. “Okay, I think we’re good.” He says finally, looking up at you. He squeezes at the side of your waist, pulling you over him.

You guide him inside of you, sinking down into him slowly. It had been far too long since you had been with anyone, the stretch making you wince slightly—it didn’t help that Eddie was a lot larger than what you were typically used to.

Eddie lets out a plethora of soft, random noises—watching intently as your cunt swallows him before finally it can’t take anymore, now pressed fully against one another.

“Move. Just move.” He urges you, hands gripping your waist tightly, you being the only thing anchoring him to reality.

You do, slowly, rocking against him until he’s finally able to focus—“You okay?” You say softly, and the look he gives is something you will never be able to get out of your mind—bottom lip sucked between his teeth, eyes locked on the place where you were both joined together, before glancing up to look at you. He nods jerkily, “Wanna switch?” You ask, giving him the chance to control the pace.

“Please—I already feel like I’m gonna come quickly, but having you on top is just—“ He didn’t feel the need to elaborate.

He flips you over easily, manhandling you against his sheets. Your hips rested high up onto his hips, his forearms barricading your head. He’s moving slowly, too slowly, a short thrust of his hips every couple seconds. Eddie wasn’t going to last long and you knew it.

“Hey, it’s fine.” You reassure him, “Stop thinking.”

“Okay,” He nods, moving his hips faster, “I’m not going to last long, I’m sorry.”

“Eddie,” You grab his chin, pulling attention toward your face, “stop apologizing and fuck me.”

And it’s all he needs to hear.

His mouth latches into the dip of your collarbone, sucking lightly, snapping his hips at a pace that had you moaning out in pleasure. “Feels so good, Eddie.” He bites at the skin of your shoulder and it really shouldn’t turn you on as much as it should. “Again,” you encourage him, “do that again.”

His teeth trail against the skin of your neck, up under your chin, before suck your bottom lip into his mouth, teeth digging in gently. “Say my name.” He breathes against your open mouth.

“Eddie.” You sigh, voice squeaking on a particularly hard snap of his hips. He moans outwardly, loud and strangled. Eddie could feel himself falling apart.

“Fuck—I can’t. I’m gonna come.” He groans out, grunting at the feeling of you squeezing down against his dick.

“It’s okay.” You shake your head, letting him bury his into your neck, his sounds muffled into the sheets.

Eddie’s loud when he comes, hands gripping your thighs so hard that you were definitely going to leave bruises, but you didn’t mind. “Fuck!” He shouts, riding himself through his orgasm before he’s collapsing on top of you. “Holy shit.”

“Well, that’s one way to ring in the New Year.” You comment, hand reaching to wipe that hair out of his face where it had been stuck with sweat. He huffs into your cheek, nose squished against your face. Eddie kisses your cheek, your nose, before capturing your mouth. He pulls out slowly, tying off the condom and tossing it into the trash bin beside his bed before returning back to his original position on top of you,

“Inside of my girlfriend?” He asks, pulling back to look at you. The word slips out accidentally.

“Girlfriend?” You ask, eyebrow raised in question.

“Well, that’s what I was trying to ask you early—but someone was just too horny they couldn’t wait for me to ask. I guess I probably shouldn’t assume you would say yes but—“

“Ask me again.” You tell him, finger coming up to trace his bottom lip. He smiles widely, biting the finger in retaliation.

“Fine.” He kisses the side of your hand. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Hmm.” You start, “Well-“

“Oh, no way—“ You immediately clasp your hand over his mouth.

“Yes.” You tell him, eyes boring into his own. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”

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