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The Freak and The Princess -Eddie Munson
Authors Note: I think I wrote this one back when the new season first came out? Cleaning out drafts and for a couple months I was on an Eddie track fr fr
Word Count: 13,441
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT - Eddie and reader are mean to each other for a bit.
(Thank you for the gif @johnclaytonmayer)
Enjoy!
It was amazing to think how much things change.
There had once been a time where you considered Eddie Munson to be your best friend, that and your brother Gareth. There had been a time where you thought Eddie Munson was one of the most perfect people in the world, where you had craved to spend any possible second you could with him.
Now, sitting in the back of his van soaked to the bone as you sob, you find that you’re somehow sitting across a stranger. He watches you closely, eyes stern as he wraps a blanket around you to try and help the shivering.
It was weird to recognize every single detail of him and still feel like you didn’t all at once.
“Do you want to smoke? Will that help?” He asks, already reaching for the lunch box hidden in the back so he could grab one of the joints you had seen him roll earlier in the day.
“I want to go home.” You cry, a shiver going down your spine. “But I don’t want them to see me like this.”
“Okay.” He nods, and you can see him try to come up with a plan. “I can take you to my trailer for a bit, you can shower and sleep some of this off. Okay?”
“Okay.” You nod, hands still shaking. “Thank you….. thank you Eds.”
He stills at the nickname, eyes catching yours for a moment before he is shuffling to get into the driver seat without another word.
You felt silly, calling him his nickname after everything that’s happened, shuffling to lay on your side to help ease some of the pain built up. You hear him shuffle around with the music, debating if he should have it up or down.
“Do you want music, bugs?” He asks, your chest warming at the nickname as you close your eyes, inhaling the scent from his sweater and blanket as you fall asleep.
-
You had met Eddie your freshman year of highschool, before that he had always been Gareths mysterious friend that you had never seen before.
But now that you went to school with them it seemed that Eddie was everywhere, not that you minded.
You had quickly become a main member of their group, sitting with them at lunch and going to their band practices. You and your brother had always been close, so it wasn’t anything different than how it used to be. You were just hanging out with your brother…… and his extremely hot friend that you sometimes imagined kissing. No biggie.
But being completely honest everything about Eddie to you was a huge biggie.
Like right now, as he glared at you while angrily breaking pretzels with his teeth, and all you could do was smile at him.
“What is wrong with you?” He snaps and you preen under the attention.
“I said what I said.” You simply reply, flipping your hair over your shoulder with confidence.
“How can you hate Texas Chainsaw?! It’s such a classic movie! First of its kind!” He whines, snatching a fry from your plate.
“You say that about every slasher movie, Eds.” You grumble, snatching a pretzel from his bag. “They’re all new and amazing to you.
“Because they are!” He sighs, obviously frustrated that you wouldn’t agree. “You’re just upset that we didn’t watch that new goonies bullshit.”
“What’s going on?” Gareth asks, sitting beside you with his own lunch tray and snatching one of your fries even though he had some of his own.
“We were just talking about movies.” You mumble, a blush rising across your skin. Wednesday nights Gareth had to work at the gas stations over night shift, so you had begun hanging out with Eddie when your brother was busy. That had turned into spending the night at Eddie’s and telling your older brother that you were spending the night at your friend Abigail’s since you knew he would get butt hurt that you hung out with Eddie without him.
“Bugs here thinks Texas chainsaw sucked.” Eddie grunts, throwing a pretzel at you.
“Oh no way! It’s so good!” Your brother gasps as Jeff joins the table and soon Paul joined. Suddenly the table was packed and chaos filled the once normal conversation.
You allowed them all to talk over you, choosing to look around the cafeteria as they do so. Everyone today seemed to be in a flurry of excitement, laughing and dashing across the cafeteria.
You make eye contact with Adam Hanson, one of the schools popular basketball players and he gives you a wide smile, winking as all his friends talk around him.
At first you pass by it, not really thinking he was looking at you until he waves his hand to get your attention again, smiling like a goof as he wiggles his fingers right before he winks again.
A small touch at your wrist pulls you back to the table, where Eddie is peering at you with wide brown eyes as the boys yell at each other about something. His thumb is rubbing your wrist softly as you try and smile.
“You okay?” He asks, looking past you to where Hanson sits before looking back to your eyes.
“I’m fine. Hanson has always been a clown.” You mumble back shrugging.
“Okay well I was asking you if you want to retry.” Eddie mumbles, thumb still rubbing your wrist.
“Retry?”
“Movie night.”
“I’m not watching texas chainsaw again.” You laugh which makes him smile.
“I meant we need to make up for it. Get a movie you might actually like.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Gareth works tonight and Wayne is going to be doing an all nighter at work so we can get another movie.”
“That sounds like fun.” You smile at him, watching his shoulders relax a bit.
“What sounds like fun?” Gareth asks turning to you.
“Burning the government down.” You reply, smiling innocently.
“That sounds like fun, count me in.” A new voice emerges from behind you, making the rest of the table blink slowly as you turn to see Adam Hanson standing there smiling wide. “What time should we meet up? I’ll bring the gasoline.”
“I think our rebel van is already full this time. Maybe you can catch the next round.” You smile.
“Burning down more than one government are we?” He laughs with raised eyebrows.
“Mmm. Maybe a monarchy next.” You offer, shrugging a bit as he laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world. “I like to keep my options open.”
“Can we help you?” Gareth scoffs, glaring at Adam like he was being a huge issue.
“Hey, take it easy. Just trying to join a revolution.” Adam teases, hands held up in a surrender way and winking at you once more before walking off to join his friends at the door while your brother glares at you like you had done something wrong.
“What?”
“That was gross!” He scoffs. “Dude was ogling at my baby sister.”
“No he wasn’t.” You scoff back, blushing a bit as your brother rolls his eyes. Risking a quick look to Eddie, nervous about his reaction, you find him wide eyed looking between your brother and yourself.
“Wasn’t that disgusting, Eddie?” Gareth snaps, pulling the poor dungeon master into it. “The kid barely notices you then you hit puberty and suddenly he’s all over you? Fucking perve.”
“Why are you making such a big deal about this? He was just being nice.”
“You’re a child. And he was not just being nice.” Gareth scoffs again, smacking the back of your head. “It’s called being a pedophile.”
“Doesn’t count. They are both minors.” Jeff reminds through a mouthful of pizza.
“Yeah well it’s still gross.” Gareth snaps.
Now, completely embarrassed by this whole ordeal, you risk one more look at Eddie only to realize that he was avoiding eye contact and pretending to read the textbook in front of him.
“I’m gonna go to my locker.” You mumble, the embarrassment eating you. You grab your stuff quickly, dropping off the tray into the trash before exiting all together.
Eddie’s trailer had once made you nervous, the idea of being where Eddie lived and slept.
But now? You were very used to it, excitement fills you whenever you come over.
Knocking, just as you always do, after parking your bike by the side so it doesn’t get stolen. Soon enough the door was cracking open and Eddie’s face came into view, a smile breaking out on his face when he sees you, opening the door wider to reveal he is only in sweats with his torso of tattoos that has your eyes widening.
“You’re early.” He mumbles out, rubbing his eyes to try and wake up, pulling you in so he can shut the door from the cold. “Jesus. Why is it so chilly?”
Within moments he is pulling you in for a hug, rubbing your back in an attempt to warm you up. You’re body is immediately ablaze, cheeks warm from blushing and skin hot.
“It’s this funny thing called fall.” You joke, hugging him back tightly before he tries to shuffle you both back to his room without breaking it. A giggle escapes you when he trips slightly before you let go so he can walk normally and moves to his room with you close on his heels.
It’s a routine that you both follow easily when you arrive, going to his room to change out of everyday clothes and into something more comfortable.
He lets you wear one of his band tees and sweats, snatching the pillows from his bed as you change, and then he leads you back out to the living room.
“I went ahead and got the goonies for you, because you’re a nerd.” He grunts out, moving to put the tape in. “Why are you so early today?”
“I didn’t go home, I had a meeting after school and came straight here.” You answer, watching his interest peak as he raises an eyebrow.
“What meeting?” You wait for him to sit on the couch, laying down before extending his arms to grab you so that you both could lay down, pressed to each other as you fixed the blanket.
“Cheer. They have an opening so I signed up for the auditions.” You mumble, using his chest as a pillow while he looks down at you.
“You want to cheer?”
“Yeah. I always have. I used to do it all the time, cheer camp and everything but when I first came to Hawkins someone told me I shouldn’t.” You answer, adjusting the blanket so it covered you both as his hands move to play with your hair.
Something about Eddie? He was ALWAYS touching you. Found every excuse in the book to do so. And it annoyed you to no end because he was so casual about it and it always left you flustered and a mess.
“Is that why that kid came up to talk to you today?” He asks, something off about his tone. “Seemed like you knew him.”
“I have math class with him.” You yawn, closing your eyes and keeping your nose pressed into his chest as you fall asleep.
Sometime later he wakes you up, half asleep himself to get you both to his room, falling into the mattress and pulling you in to fall back asleep.
-
“You’re being so weird today.” Gareth snaps through a mouthful of cereal, leaning against the locker next to yours.
“Shut up.” You mumble out, not daring to look him in the eyes as he draws attention to you both.
“Why me shut up? Dude this isn’t a good idea.”
“Gareth. Take it down a notch.” You warn.
“You want to be on the cheer team? Really?” He scoffs. “That lame group that shares maybe one brain cell between them?”
“With me there might be more” you try to tease, watching him roll his eyes before another figure emerges.
“Dude. Where were you last night? I called like 6 times.” Gareth sighs, and you’re just thankful that the conversation moved on from you for a moment.
“I went to bed. Take it down a notch.” Eddie shrugs, looking at you the same time you looked at him.
Technically he wasn’t lying. He had gone to bed. “What’s the problem?”
“My sister wants to join the world of bimbos and stds.” Gareth snaps, and you feel Eddie move forward to avoid being pushed in the crowded hallway, his chest hitting your shoulder with warmth.
“You want to date Steve Harrington?” He laughs, making you smile back.
“She wants to be a cheer slut.”
“Who does?” This time it’s Paul that asks, with Jeff right on his tail. And once again you’re thrown in the center of their arguing.
“Seriously?” Paul laughs when he is told, blatantly laughing in your face. “That’d be so hilarious!”
“Hey, come on.” Eddie warns.
“I mean she’s….” Paul trails off a bit and you find yourself filling in on the words he didn’t say. You’re what? Lame? Ugly? Unlikable?
“It’s not gonna work.” Gareth shrugs.”I just don’t want you to get hurt buggie.”
“She’s not gonna make it. And even if she does it’s not like she’ll be on long.” Paul giggles to himself. “You’d have to put out to the-“
Eddie and Gareth both punch his shoulders on either side, as hard as they can.
“See you at cheer practice, ……” a soft voice rings out, drawing your attention to Chrissy Cunningham, a girl in your class.
She held a small smile, one that said “I got your back.” And you realized what she must have seen, you surrounded by a bunch of guys making fun of you.
So you give a tiny wave, which makes her smile widen and suddenly you were smiling too, a little happier when she walks off.
Something light fills your chest until you look back to Gareth who glares at you. “You’re not even in yet and you’re already acting like one of them.”
“I don’t get why you’re so mad. Paul, you said last band practice that I annoy you guys.” You remind, snatching one of your books as Eddie stands straight suddenly. “Being a cheerleader means I don’t sit in on practices anymore.”
“Wait; you said that?” Eddie asks, chest still pressed into your shoulder as he holds out his hand to Paul in a shocked way. “Why?”
“Cause she always-“
“Can we get back to the problem at hand? You’re gonna be all cool and popular and lose all your personality.” Gareth snaps. “Just another girl with a pretty smile that the jocks use and abuse.”
“I’d still hang out with you guys?” You laugh, closing your locker. “What are the chances that we all stop being friends? I live with you, remember Gary?”
“Whatever bugs.” He huffs, a small smile playing at his lips.
He waltzes off after that, bowl of cereal in hand as Paul and Jeff follow him to class. Eddie remains, watching you.
“I don’t know why Paul said that but-“
“Eds, it’s fine. He’s a little right at the end of the day. I mean there’s only so much I can talk to you guys about so maybe it’s time I make a couple more friends.” You shrug.
“You can talk to me about anything though.” Not about the huge crush you have, or the way every time he touches you your heart beats fast.
“Not about periods or bra sizes.” You joke, moving to walk away, surprised when he follows you. “Aren’t you supposed to be on the other side of school?”
“You can talk to me about anything.” He states again, this time more serious. “Periods. Bra sizes. Anything and everything. I just want you to know that.”
You smile at him, shrugging and walking away to class.
-
Two days later you’re rushing home with excited news, a smile splitting across your face as you run to tell everyone.
Tonight was band practice, which meant all the boys would be in the garage so you’d probably tell them first, your new cheer uniform clutched tightly in your hands as you make your way up.
You see Eddie’s van parked in the driveway and excitement fills you at the thought of telling him, so you cut across the lawn, just at the point where they can almost hear you when you hear them talking.
“-I think it’s great that she’s going for the cheer team.” Jeff’s voice rings out, catching your attention “she used to cheer when she was younger right?”
“Yeah. She stopped when she got to high school. I don’t know man, I just think it’s going to ruin her you know?”
“At least she won’t be following us around all the time.” Paul grunts out, and your heart clenches. “She’s always there!”
“That is a good point.” Gareth sighs. “Maybe go and make her own friends.”
“She’s so annoying. Always talking our ear off about everything and always asking us if she can play DND.”
“She doesn’t ask us if she can play. She asks how we play and if she can watch.” Jeff corrects.
“For what though? So she can start coming to those hangouts?! She ruins everything!” Paul snaps and you suddenly feel really stupid.
“I think you’re right.” Eddie laughs, which makes Jeff and Gareth laugh too and you completely shatter there.
What happened to you talking to him about anything?
“I’m just saying man-“
“Yeah yeah, we know what you’re saying Paul.” Eddie interrupts him, still laughing. You can’t hear anymore, you turn to head through the front door rather than the garage, storming up to your room and slamming your door.
-
Eddie was anxious, had been all day since he found out the cheer tryouts were today.
He didn’t know what he was so worried about in general, and no matter what he tried to talk himself out of he always found something else to worry about.
What if you got in and stopped hanging out with all of them? No more secret movie nights at his trailer or sneaking you into the hideout so you can watch their shows.
No more of you coming to band practices and cheering them on. He wouldn’t get to be near you as much. You wouldn’t sit at the table with them and he wouldn’t get to talk to you everyday.
Or worse, you become one of them and you end up hating him just like they do.
But then he tells himself that neither of those would happen, you would still be their friends and you loved movie night as much as he did. Or.,….. well he hoped you did.
Besides, he would be upset if they turned you down. He knew you would be upset and he just wouldn’t be able to handle how sad you would look.
They would be idiots to turn you away, he’s seen you dance at the hideout….. well more so like he watched you intently like a perv, scared your brother might finally notice just how much Eddie liked you.
That had been his biggest concern as of late, Gareth. Watching your brother freak out everytime someone tried talking to you or everytime Paul hinted about you, well it made him feel like a shit friend.
Not to mention it made him feel bad for you. You just wanted to hang out with your brother and his friends, you didn’t need him being all weird about it.
You especially didn’t need him trailing after you like a lost puppy all the time.
Which was why he was getting so anxious at band practice, listening to Gareth get into it with Paul over you.
“This is such bullshit man, I already got you drooling over my sister at every turn-“
“I do not!” Paul snaps.
“-and not the rest of the school will be too!” Gareth yells, frustrated.
“Just wait until she starts dyeing her hair and sucking faces with all the boys on the team!” Paul gags, which makes Jeff roll his eyes.
“You’re just saying that because you’ve been head over heels in love with her since middle school dumbass. We all see it. And personally I think it’s great that she’s going for the cheer team.” Jeff adds, always the calm one. “she used to cheer when she was younger right?”
“Yeah. She stopped when she got to high school. I don’t know man, I just think it’s going to ruin her you know?” Gareth sighs, and Eddie finally recognizes what the biggest problem here was. He was afraid he wouldn’t have your back anymore.
“At least she won’t be following us around all the time.” Paul grunts out, and Eddie finds himself clenching his fists and trying not to lose his cool. “She’s always there!”
“That is a good point.” Gareth sighs. “Maybe go and make her own friends.”
“She’s so annoying. Always talking our ear off about everything and always asking us if she can play DND.”
“She doesn’t ask us if she can play. She asks how we play and if she can watch.” Jeff corrects which makes Eddie nod. He had countless nights planning the campaigns with you and always offered to teach you, but you never wanted to actually play, instead you gave him ideas on his campaigns.
“For what though? So she can start coming to those hangouts?! She ruins everything!” Paul snaps.
“I think you’re right.” Eddie laughs loudly, turning to Jeff in reference to Paul’s crush on you as they all laugh at Paul, who gets completely red in the face at the way they are all calling him out.
“I’m just saying man-“
“Yeah yeah, we know what you’re saying Paul.” Eddie interrupts him, still laughing even though he feels like pummeling his face in. “You’re madly in love with Gareths little sister and she doesn’t like you back so you have to be angry at her for it.”
“Back off my little sister you freak.” Gareth laughs at paul. “She’s too good for you.”
She’s too good for everyone, Eddie thinks, turning towards the open garage door waiting to see you. “What time was that shit supposed to end anyways?”
“All I know is she said she’d be home for dinner.” Gareth shrugs and Eddie still can’t decide if he wants you to make it on the team or not.
All he hopes for is that they are nice too you.
So he waits, and waits. Even when they are playing their songs he keeps his eyes on the door for you to emerge.
Finally Gareths mom comes out smiling to call them in for dinner.
“What about sis?” Gareth asks as everyone helps his mom set the table.
“She’s upstairs.” This catches Eddie’s attention, heart thundering as he tries to play it cool.
“I didn’t see her come in?” Gareth asks, moving to the stairs in an attempt to call you down but your mom is quick to stop him.
“Don’t. She’s upset and trying to lay down.”
“She’s upset?” Eddie asks, chest aching. “What happened?”
“I don’t know. I went to check on her and she was crying. Said she didn’t feel well.” Your mom answers and Eddie’s fist clenched.
They probably made fun of you, they probably made you cry at the try outs. Jeff taps his shoulder, mouthing a ‘chill out.’ That makes Eddie worried.
Did Jeff know he had a crush on you too?
Did Gareth know?
“Eat up boys.” Your mom orders.
-
The next morning was rocky at best.
You got up and got dressed into your cheer uniform, and then at the last second decided that since you were wearing the uniform why not do your makeup? You wanted to look cute for your first day on the team.
You hadn’t thought about what you overheard until your brother barged in your room, giving you a confused look as you finish up the final touches on your face, suddenly embarrassed as it all comes rushing back.
“You made it?!” He asks, which makes you roll your eyes.
“Yes. Shut up.” You grunt, pushing him out of the way to grab your shoes.
“Mom said you were upset yesterday, so I figured you didn’t make it.” He shrugs, admiring himself in your mirror before throwing your own brush at you.
“I just had a migraine.” You lie, trying to play it off. Don’t cry. Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry.
“Damn. Sorry bugs. I’ll grab time Tylenol before we leave in case it comes back.” And with that he is gone, you hot on his heels to catch up as you dash to pack your lunch.
“Eddie is swinging by to pick us up.” Gareth informs, snatching an apple and the bottle of Tylenol before moving to count the money in his wallet for lunch.
“Why?” The only times eddie took you to school were after your movie nights when you were at his house anyways.
“He offered last night. Let’s go.” Your brother sighs, ushering you to the door.
“We’ll I don’t wanna intrude and I have something after school so I can just ride my bike.” You’re quick, moving away from your brother in attempt to make it look like you forgot something. “Go on without me.”
“Bugs, I’m sure Eddie or Paul will give you a ride after your meeting thing. Let’s gooooo.” He groans, pulling you by your hair and out the door.
When he manages to drag you to the van Eddie leans over to open the door and Gareth waits for you to hop in.
“I should just ride my bike. I’ve got something after school later and you guys won’t want to wait around-“
“We have DnD tonight.” Eddie shrugs. “We’ll be at the school late anyways.”
There was no winning with these two, so you nod and hop in, trying not to take up too much space as Eddie stares at the uniform.
“You got in?”
“Why is everyone so shocked?” You snap, embarrassed and upset. They thought you were annoying and always there and apparently no one believed you would get in the squad.
“It’s just-“
“Is that a donut?” Gareth asks, snatching it from the console.
“I got it for bugs to cheer her up-“ Eddie starts right as Gareth shoves half of it in his mouth. “Nevermind.”
“Can we just go?” You snap, attempting to avoid eye contact with both.
-
“Are you okay?” Eddie asks, walking with you on your way to your locker after 3rd period, his eyebrows pinched in worry and his eyes wide.
“I’m fine.” You lie, trying to smile. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Maybe because I overheard people I thought were my friends making fun of me, or maybe because the guy I’ve been madly in love with since I met him thinks I’m clingy and annoying.
“I just wanted to make sure because-“ he grunts out as Steve Harrington elbows him to get past, accidentally shoving him into you and sending you both into the lockers. “God damnit.”
Eddie is quick to give you space, reaching for the arm that hit the lockers to make sure you’re not hurt as he blinks.
“I’m fine.” You smile, enjoying the feeling of his hand on your skin. “Did you pack lunch today?”
“No. But since I stopped to get you breakfast, sorry about that by the way, I picked something up.” He explains, walking with you and dropping his hand. The way he’s staring at you makes you nervous, In the best way. And you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as he attempts a smile, until you remember what was said yesterday and those butterflies find themselves in a blender. “Might you be interested in sharing a store made sandwich and sun chips milady?”
“Oh how thoughtful-“ you begin, joining him in the lunchroom before you see Paul and Jeff already sitting there, panic rising. “But I realized I forgot my lunch. I’ll go get something.”
“Okay, I can walk up with you-“ Eddie starts, but you stop him.
“I’m fine! I’ll be good.” You mumble out. “Besides, Paul’s already calling you over.”
Eddie gives you a worried look, but nods and heads over to the table anyways, all the boys matching in their hellfire shirts as Paul starts loudly complaining about something.
You realize halfway to the line that your excuse didn’t make sense since you did pack lunch, and you hadn’t grabbed your wallet since this outfit didn’t have pockets so you had no money to buy anything.
And while you stood there, debating what you should do, you see Chrissy walking towards you in her uniform as well.
“Hey!” She smiles, moving in to hug you. “I’m so happy you made it! I was worried when there was only two spots and you were soooo good!”
A small burst of pride settles through you as she compliments you, linking your arms together as she heads to the cheer table. “I was also worried I'd be left alone. But you’re here and we’re gonna be so awesome!”
She leads you to the table, and takes a seat like it was the most natural thing in the world, meanwhile you were panicking. What would the boys think? Would these girls want you to sit with them?
You risk a look over to the hellfire table, seeing all of them staring at you with wide eyes, especially Eddie, who had saved the seat next to himself.
“Girl; come on! We want to do your hair!” Sarah, the captain, giggles and pulls you to sit.
It was for the better, all the boys thought you were annoying anyways. Maybe they would get a break from you.
One lunch wouldn’t hurt and you wouldn’t be so annoying. Right?
-
“Too cool to eat with us now?” Gareth teases, waiting for you after practice. The sun had gone down in Hawkins, and the sweat from practice clung to you making the night air twice as chilly.
He had a red mark on his cheek, which told you that he probably was being overdramatic during the campaign and smacked himself again.
“No. I…” you start to explain, right as Eddie comes out of the doors and spots you. “I was going to get lunch, but Chrissy pulled me to the table.”
“How was it?” Eddie smiles. “You got to see how the other side lived? Any exciting news to report back?”
“Nothing much,” you smile, walking with them both as they head to Eddie’s car. “I got to know them a little better and they all talked to me about my routine because they like-“
Your brother does an overdramatic yawn, tossing the back door to Eddie’s van open and throwing himself in. “Boring already.”
You roll your eyes, shutting the door on him before moving to hop into the passenger seat. Eddie gets into the driver side, looking to where your brother is already lighting a cigarette.
“So they liked your routine?” He asks, looking at you as he starts the van.
“They did!” You smile, excitement bubbling in you as you move to start talking again.
“Oh my god. No one cares. Are any of them single?” Gareth smiles, and you lean to smack his head before sitting in silence the rest of the ride.
When you get home you’re the first to hop out, turning to grab your bag as Gareth crawls out.
“I can get you guys tomorrow? If you’d like.” Eddie offers, face red for some reason. Gareth narrows his eyes at his friend, while you shrug.
“Actually the girls are gonna come get me early. Thanks though Eds.” You smile, walking away as Gareth says he’ll be ready by 8.
-
One lunch turned to another, then another. Then that turned to going and getting a milkshake with the girls after practice and rides from them in the mornings.
You went from always being around to never in sight, which absolutely shredded Eddie to pieces.
It’s not like he wasn’t happy for you, you seemed to be always smiling and giggling with them. You went to the mall with them on weekends and always came back ecstatic about everything you got because the girls all said it looked great on you.
You definitely grew into the feminine side, and his heart exploded everytime he did manage to see you….. and he was ashamed to admit his pants always got tighter whenever he saw you in uniform.
You messed around with makeup and you always had a style for you hair.
Eddie loved it for you, he loved that you seemed to go from stunningly beautiful to so stunningly gorgeous any guy at school wanted you. You seemed to enjoy your new look and he was happy for you. He wasn’t happy about the fact that he never saw you anymore.
So, on a Wednesday afternoon, when he was dropping off a new cover for Gareths guitar while his friend was at work he was excited to see your shoes in the doorway.
He waltzed up the stairs and knocked on your door, heart hammering through his ribcage as he heard you jump to answer it.
Then there you were, as beautiful as can be, with nothing on but a tank and shorts. Excitement courses through him, a smile spreading across his face, it has been weeks since he last saw you and now he could ask about movie night.
“Hey I-“ he stopped short when he saw Adam Hanson sitting on your bedroom floor, staring at him like he was crazy. Of course he was staring at him like he was crazy, Adam was probably wondering why the school freak was at your door. “I was just dropping off this new cover for your brother. Make sure he gets it, yeah?”
He practically shoves it into your hands, heart thundering and desperate to get out of here.
“Okay!” You smile at him and he feels his heart clench through his chest. “Actually Adam and I were finishing up homework if you wanted to watch a movie-“
Hanging out with you? Dream come true. Hanging out with you and your boyfriend? Fuck. No. So he finds himself lashing out, a mix of embarrassment and jealousy made for a bad situation. “No thanks. I have better things to do than hang out with Gareths baby sister. Or should I say better girls to do.”
He pairs it with a bullshit wink in adams direction, not daring to look at you as he moves to walk away while you slam the door.
“Does the freak always talk to you like that?” Adam asks, and Eddie can only hear ringing at the blood rushes to his ears. Freak.
He doesn’t bother waiting around, instesd he marches straight out of your house and leaves.
-
You’re in shock when you close the door, eyes welling with tears.
“Does the freak always talk to you like that?” Adam asks, pulling your attention to him. “Woah, hey don’t cry.”
“He’s not a freak.” You defend, as you had been doing the past two months. “And he’s never….”
What? Talked like that before? You didn’t know that, and you knew he had talked about how annoying you were behind your back? So maybe he’s said more things too.
“Never to my face.” You shrug, wiping away the tears that kept coming.
Adam sighs, moving to hug you and let you cry.
“I’m so telling my boyfriend about this.” He sneers and you laugh lightly.
“I don’t really know what you’re long distance boyfriend will do to help.”
“Send me treats that I can share with you obviously.” Adam laughs. “Hey, I can stay and watch that movie with you-“
“No it’s fine.” You sniffle. “You have a curfew.”
And he soon enough leaves, worried about you but you keep telling him it’s fine, anger coiling in your gut at every pity look your friend gives you.
How dare Eddie. How dare he embarrass you and say that. What had you ever done to him?
Sure you were the annoying little sister but it’s not like he had ever told you to back off or anything. He had always made it seem like he wanted to hang out.
You couldn’t shake the anger as you went to bed, and suddenly you found yourself in a weird spot.
-
The line that had originally been drawn in the sand, on whether you remained their friend or not, had quickly dispersed after that.
In fact the sand had been kicked through and suddenly, without warning, you and eddie had been thrown to war.
Gone were the cute nicknames of Eds and bugs, now when you addressed each other you referred to him as freak and he referred to you as wannabe.
You let the basketball players push him in the halls and he threw food at you and your friends in the cafeteria.
When the winter formal rolled around Adam took you, and you had been so excited for it until Eddie made some snide comment when you came down the stairs which sent you into a sour mood the rest of the night.
When winter break rolled around Gareth had let them come over nearly everyday for stupid band practice and whenever you came home you made sure to enter through the garage just to piss them off, making sure to unplug the amps each time.
Like today, hands filled with shopping bags as you came home, saying bye to Chrissy as she drove off with a wide smile, and then turning to the garage.
“Hey bugs.” Gareth greets, which you simply glare to, making sure to hit Eddie’s shoulder with your own as you pass which makes his curse out and spill his drink.
“Freaks.” You snap, unplugging their amp and hitting the light switch as you head inside. You hear them all groan, and then you take it one step further and turn off the lights in the garage completely by the power box in the kitchen.
“Damn it!” Gareth snaps when he realizes and you pick up the phone, dialing adams number since you promised to call him earlier.
He picks up right as the boys all dash inside, Gareth glaring as you pretend like you don’t even see them.
“Hey handsome, thought I’d call to check in.” You smile through the phone, hearing him laugh.
“Hello back beautiful.” Adam says, matching your tone. “You bothering the boys again?”
“Oh. My favorite thing to do-“ you giggle, slapping Gareth's shoulder when he reaches to hang up the phone. “Back off.”
“I’m getting mom.” He snaps out while Paul and Jeff disappear to the garage again. He dashes to go find your mom which leaves just Eddie in the kitchen, glaring at you.
“I miss you too.” You coo into the phone, enjoying the way Eddie’s jaw ticks as Adam laughs and plays long, enjoying the game himself.
“What’s your problem lately, brat?” Eddie snaps, his eyes angry and set.
“Hold on baby-“ you say into the phone, covering the mouth piece and giving Eddie your best uncaring face. “Can I help you, freak?”
He reaches forward, cursing under his breath as he reaches around you to hang up the phone.
“What the fuck-“ you start before he is snatching the handle from your hands and slamming it into the receiver, turning to you fully.
“Why are you being this way? What the fuck did we do to you?”
“I’d love to stay and chat, but I have better things to do. Or should I say better men to do.” You smile, moving to stand quickly as his eyes widen. When you move to walk away he goes to grab one of the bags in attempt to keep you in the room, the paper of the bag rips and suddenly everything you bought at that store falls to the kitchen floor.
Your mouth falls open as Eddie’s eyes widen at the sheer amount of lingerie sets that fall out.
Not really lingerie, but close to. All lace panties and bras that Chrissy said would look great on you.
“I’m-“ Eddie begins, moving to help you grab them at the same time you bend to grab them so your heads hit each other.
“Damn it-“ you gasp out, rushing to grab all the underwear as he helps you to try and shove them all in the bag.
“I didn’t realize you were so into Adam.” He sneers.
“Oh shut up.” You sneer back, snatching everything into your hands. “Not everything is about sex-“
“Of course it is”. He laughs bitterly. “You’re their new play toy.”
“I swear to god freak-“
“What you gonna do brat?” He seethes, getting into your personal space.
“Everything okay here?” Gareth asks, making you and Eddie jump back.
“Whatever Gareth.” You push past him, ignoring the excited buzz you feel from Eddie.
-
“Are….are you guys good?” Gareth asks eddie the next morning, making Eddie turn to glare at him. “Don’t bite my head off, okay? I just….”
Eddie stays silent, starting the car as he watches you waltz across the lawn in the cheer uniform.
“It’s just that she’s been so different lately and for the past couple weeks you have been too. Did you guys break up?”
Eddie, who had started driving, immediately hits the brakes and whips to look at Gareth. “What?”
“Did you and my sister break up?”
“I’m not- what- we never- Gareth-“ Eddie panics, trying to find the right words. “Listen-“
“Dude it’s fine. I always knew okay?”
“Wait wait wait. We never- she and I never-“ what the hell was happening. “Okay let’s back up. You thought we were dating?”
“Oh come on. All your secret sleepovers? You really thought I didn’t know about those? You know how many times I pretended to call her friends house for you guys so mom didn’t catch her? And all the small little touches you always had or the way you looked at her. Not to mention all the paragraphs about you in her diary-“
“We never dated.” Eddie cuts him off. “She didn’t like me like that.”
“No man. She did.” Gareth laughs. “She has always liked you like that.”
He ignores the feeljng bubbling in his chest at the thought, shaking his head. “Why haven’t you tried to kill me if you thought we were dating?”
“What?”
“You’re always freaking out about her and guys, and you always threaten Paul whenever he-“
“Guys are gross and I don’t want them hurting my baby sister. Paul is a lame excuse for a human beings.” Gareth shrugs. “And I always figured if my sister was going to date someone it should be you. You are…..semi decent.”
“We never dated. And she hates me now so I hate her.” Eddie starts driving again, shrugging like it didn’t matter.
“Why does she hate you now?”
“Not a clue.” He had a slight clue after the other night.
“Okay well, do you think you can like… fix whatever it is?” Gareth sighs. “I miss my sister.”
Eddie missed you too.
-
He didn’t try to talk to you, he had debated it for all of 4 hours before you had to go and ruin it.
Just when he was starting to talk himself into apologizing he turned the corner to find you, giggling and blushing with none other than Steve Harrington.
Upon hearing his footsteps you turn, face falling when you see his glare before that bitch look you’ve perfected the past couple weeks falls in its place, making his heart thump wildly as he walks closer.
“Your brother asked me to apologize.” He bites out, hands catching themselves behind his back as he glares. “Sorry.”
“Wow. What a great apology.” Harrington smiles making you slap his shoulder with wide eyes until he laughs and nods. “I’ll see you later okay?” He smiles, tapping your nose before walking off with a simple “Bye Munson.”
Eddie watches him leave before turning back to you with a raised eyebrow, and suddenly he was desperate to piss you off. Desperate to get under your skin the way you got under his.
“Oh I see. You didn’t get all the panties for one guy, you got them for the whole school.” He smiles, watching your face fall into one of shock. “What’s the deal? Tap you and then get to keep the panties? Having a buy one get one free sale?”
“Calling me a slut?” You seethed .
“If the shoe fits baby.” He coos, smiling from ear to ear as you slam your locker and move forward.
“I hate you!”
“I hate you back!” He snaps back, matching your tone as you get closer and closer until your chest are pressed against each other.
“What did I ever do wrong?” You snap, eyebrows pinching in anger and confusion. “I thought you all liked me and-“
He’s confused now, racking his brain for what you mean before he settles on an answer. “You thought the guys you’ve slept with liked you?”
The second the words come out he hears how bad it sounds, watching as your face falls and he rushes to explain that he was just trying to understand what you meant. But it’s too late and you reach a hand up to twist his nipple.
“OW! Holy Jesus-“ he gasps in pain, moving his body to try and pull away but you follow easily, pushing him into the nearest supply closet you can.
By the time you actually let go he is red in the face, using his hand to rub the sore spot and trying to glare. “Do I wanna know where you -NO OW!”
“Take it back!” You order, already twisting his second nipple which makes him gasp and move to twist your ear.
A gasp of pain slips from you and you let go of him to pull back, both of you glaring at eachother.
He’s panting, and so are you, adrenaline coating your nerves.
“What’s going on lately?” He snaps, still rubbing the sore spot as you glare back.
“You tell me.”
“No you tell me! What did I do? Do I embarrass you? Or maybe I just annoy you-“
“Bold of you to say! All you and your friends can talk about is how much I annoyed you!” You snap back.
“Who said that? Tell me and I-“
“You said it!”
“When would I ever say that?! Is it that night at your house, because sorry if I didn’t want to hang out with you and your boyfriend!” You shove his shoulder lightly and he gasps before doing it back. Acting like literal children.
You keep shoving each other, back and forth over and over until a laugh slowly starts leaching from both of you. And suddenly it was normal again, not that angry yelling that’s been between you guys for months.
“Freak.” You giggle.
“Princess.” He laughs back, but then he is peering at you, hands on his hips as he tries to figure out how to fix this.
But then, without really thinking, you are on him. Your arms wrapping around his neck as you shove your lips to his, his hands immediately flying to your hips as he lets out a surprised grunt while he catches you.
He’s still as a board for the first second, his brain taking a moment to catch up before he is diving into the kiss himself, grip on your hips tightening as he devours you in the kiss.
A small moan slips past his lips into yours, pulling you in as tight as he can, making sure to wrap his arms around your waist to make sure you stay close.
When you manage to pull back you smile, seeing his eyes closed and eyebrows pinched as he takes a breath in. “Gareth was-“
“OH YOU UTTER-“ in an instant his blissful daze is broken as you tear yourself from him, snatching the handle of the closet and storming out leaving him confused and breathless.
His brain registers finally, managing to pull himself together the slightest bit so he can chase after you, reaching for the handle and giving it a pull as he thinks about what he will say.
You just kissed him, you just did what he has been dying to do for years and then you ran.
“What the fuck?” He snaps when the door won’t open by the third pull, the handle stuck. “YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!”
It’s another 30 minutes before someone is there to help him out, the janitor giving him a confused look as Eddie hauls out of there.
-
Un-freaking-believable.
You kiss that man child, give it your all and the first thing he says once you’re done is your brothers name. What a freaking imbecile. What a dumb ass. What a-
“Hey girl, you okay?” Someone asks, pulling your attention to where Maria is standing, wearing her cutest party outfit with a small smile playing off her lips. “You were mumbling angrily about a man child.”
“I….. ugh.” You groan, dropping the brush as all the girls turn to you with excitement.
“Tell us everything.” Chrissy smiles.
“How did he feel? Were there fireworks?” Maria asks.
“Oh my god, he definitely seems like he knows what he is doing.” Abigail giggles and you watch them all in shock as they stare back.
“What?”
“Your first kiss! How was it?” Chrissy explains, eager to know.
“I….. I didn’t kiss Steve Har-“
“Ew, of course not you have standards.” Maria laughs. “But you’re obviously frustrated about a boy and I’m betting you finally kissed Munson.”
“You….. you guys know I-?” You can’t find the words, embarrassment clawing at you as they all giggle and cheer at having caught you.
“Oh my god, were his lips soft?” Abigail squeals.
“Was he gentle? Or like possessive? I love possessive guys.” Maria groans.
“Did he treat you like heaven? Oh he’s always got this love sick look when you walk by!” Chrissy kicks her feet, all three really excited.
“Yes. Yes and yes. And no, he actually- ugh- he only sees me as Gareths little sister.” You whine, falling into the bed. “I kiss him and for a second it’s just like, amazing, and when we stopped kissing I was expecting this romantic thing. Maybe he would be all like ‘wow’ or tell me I’m beautiful. You know what the first word he said was?”
“What?”
“Gareth.” You explain, and they all gasp like it’s the worst thing in the world. So, ever the amazing friend, you sit up and start telling them everything.
“I kind of like the way your brother protects you,” Maria blushes. “I mean the boys at Hawkins are all so…. “
“Sex crazed?” Abigail finishes the thought.
“Yes. And Gareth has always been respectful to me.” Maria smiles.
“Do you have a crush on my brother?” You giggle, staring at her.
“No!” She blurts, then smiles a bit. “Okay maybe.”
And just like that all 4 of your are laughing and planning for the party.
-
The party at Jason Carvers house was the last place Eddie Munson wanted to be, truthfully he wasn’t even sure he was allowed. The good news is he hadn’t been kicked out because he was the dealer.
So he pretended like he was there to sell, really he was looking around for you. This was a last minute plan to talk to you, figure out where he had went wrong and try to fix it.
Figure out how to kiss you again but he’d take anything at this point, even a friendship. He’d keep his feelings in check.
30 minutes in to the party and he was beginning to think it was a bust, but then there you were, surrounded by 3 other girls he was sure were on the team, as they all passed by glaring at everyone like they were the queens of the universe.
And they were, all of them beautiful and untouchable. Especially you.
It’s like the earth stopped spinning whenever you walked in the room, Eddie’s lungs expanding as he stared at the way you greeted everyone, or rather everyone lunged to greet you.
Eddie went to greet you, then thought vetter of it and moved to the back of the room and started to talk to the kid that had money waiting for him.
He keeps along the sidelines of the party, letting you do your thing as he tries to come up with what to say.
Remember when you rocked my world less than 7 hours ago? Yeah that was amazing and I miss you.
“You okay there bud?” Someone asks, pulling his attention to where Maria, co captain of the cheer team, is smiling at him over her cup.
“Yeah, just came in for a refill.” He nods to the keg, an obvious lie since he would never drink that piss water.
“Right. Okay.” She smiles, and he moves to grab a cup and fill it up so it looks like the truth. “It’s cute, the way they all crowd around her.”
He, without needing to ask, looks for you immediately . Spotting you by the pool surrounded by a bunch of guys, all desperate to talk to you.
“Yeah I guess.” He shrugs, spine tense and doing his best not to clench the cup in his fist.
“Well the guys surrounding her aren't what’s cute. It’s the way she keeps looking for you.” Maria giggles, obviously too drunk to keep her eyes open. “Look, right there.”
Sure enough he sees you look around, bored of the conversation at hand as one of the guys snakes his arm around your waist.
He doesn’t know what he’s doing, feet already moving as Maria giggles out while he dashed outside right at the moment the tool throws you both in the booth as you scream.
His breath stops and he waits a moment for you to emerge, your eyes immediately meeting as you struggle to get to the edge of the pool, the strap of the dress you wore broken.
The girls are all there to help you as the tool, Tommy something, reaches to pull you back in. Eddie makes quick work of pushing him in with his foot, and snatching you from the water while doing his best to make sure you’re not too exposed.
“You okay?” He whispers, hand sliding up your body to cover your breast as you try to fix the strap quickly.
“Y-yeah.” You sniffle, obviously holding back tears. “I’m fine.”
The girls, your friends, are all yelling at Tommy and the other cheerleaders soon join and start throwing stuff at him in the water, Harrington pushing him back in whenever he tries to crawl out.
“He was just being silly.” You try to ease yourself, struggling with the strap of the dress. “I don’t know why I’m upset.”
“You were just thrown into water. It’s okay to be upset.” He smiles, shrugging off his jacket and moving to place it around you so you’re covered. “You wanna leave?”
“Yes please.” You nod, and he gets to moving, pulling you with him as your 3 friends all wave and smile like they know something, cooing out a “bye eddie.” At the same time.
He gives them a tight wave, helping you out since you seemed to have lost a heel in the pool.
“Is this even considered a dress?” He scoffs, leading you to his van.
“It’s very popular in france.” You answer, letting him pull you down the street where his van is hidden, helping you into the back of it.
-
By the time he pulls into the trailer park he can’t hear you, which means you're definitely passed out back there, and he feels guilty over every pothole and bump he hits before he is pulling into his regular parking spot.
Wayne’s car is gone so he assumes his uncle is already at work, hopping out of the van and going along the back to open the door you’re closest to. The blanket had moved around a bit, exposing your legs to him and the smallest sight of your panties that has him feeling guilty and quickly readjusting the blanket as he rubs circles on your back to wake you up.
“Let’s go princess.” He hums, helping you crawl out and get into the house.
“It smells like….”
“Sorry.” He blushes, embarrassed. “I didn’t really clean like I normally did whenever you came over.”
“It’s fine. I was gonna say it smells like you.” You mumble, waiting for his cue to go further into the trailer. It was odd for him, watching you wait, and he’s suddenly reminded about all the time you’ve been separated. This wasn’t a regular movie night, you hadn’t had one of those in months. You probably didn’t feel comfortable being here.
“I c-can go turn on the shower so it’s hot for you. Give you a moment to relax.” He offers, smiling when you nod before moving to the bathroom to start the shower. He knocks on Wayne’s bedroom door just in case before waltzing into the bathroom and starting the water, making sure the shampoo and body wash are both ready for you and setting up a towel for you to use.
When the bathroom starts steaming he moves to go get you, jumping a little when he runs into you at the door.
“Sorry!” He blurts, trying to step out of your way. You shrug, moving past him and into the bathroom, not waiting for him to leave before you shuck his sweater off and move to take the dress off.
“Help…” you mumble, struggling to roll the fabric off since it was soaking wet and unable to reach the zipper.
So he moves forward, ready to help you, until you stop him. “Shut the door Eds, you’re letting all the warm air out.”
He rushes to shut the door for you, tripping over his feet and accidently falling into the door which makes it slam shut and you gasp out. “Are you okay?”
“Yep. Yeah. Fine.” He mumbles, standing straight and trying to play it off like it was smooth. “Y-you still want help?”
“Yes.” You nod, watching him closely to make sure he is okay before turning back around and fixing your hair so he can see the zipper.
With shaky hands he slides it down, enjoying the way your skin shivers at the feel of his fingers down your back, before he helps you slide the fabric off your hips for it to land on the floor.
Your skin is cold from the fabric, and it reminds him of coming in after a snowball fight and having to fight to get the jeans off leaving him in the damp but not yet wet skin.
Without meaning to his eyes trail across your exposed back, heart stopping when he realizes you had forgone a bra and only had a pair of panties on.
“I….” He tries to find words, watching you turn your head to peer at him over your shoulder. “I’ll go.”
“You’re gonna leave me to shower in silence?” You scoff, slipping the panties off, obviously unaware of the torture you are inflicting when you toss them with the dress and move to step into the shower.
Your legs are shaky, and he’s panicked. You might slip so he moves to help you step into the tub, his hand wrapped around your elbow gently as he makes sure to keep his eyes on your face.
“Stay and talk to me?” You ask, and he’s sure you’re just messing with him. Torturing him as payback as you close the curtain and step into the water.
He sits on the toilet, using the towel he had gotten you as a cover on his lap just in case you peaked your head out, he didn’t need you seeing his massive boner like the freak he was.
“Why were you at the party?” You ask after a moment. “You hate Jason Carver.”
“I needed to sell.” He answers a little too quickly.
“Did I ruin your sell’s since you had to help me leave?” You ask, guilt in your voice. “I’m sorry I-“
“I made enough.” He interrupts you, struggling to breathe in the shirt with the steam. “Why were you at the party? You used to hate Jason Carver too.”
“I still do. Ugh he’s the worst and he’s always following Chrissy around like a little puppy. And he’s so mean to everyone.”
“He’s friends with Adam isn't he?” He finds himself asking, and never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he would be gossiping about the jocks. Especially with you.
“Not really, Jason said some really messed up things when Adam told everyone he’s gay.” You explain and Eddie snaps his head towards the direction of the curtain.
“He’s gay?!”
“You can’t tell anyone okay? It’s a secret and he wants to come out himself.” You answer back, and Eddie finds himself standing up.
You must see his figure get up through the curtain, because you open the curtain and peak your upper body out. “You’re not leaving are you?”
“N-no. I’m just shocked. I thought you and Adam were…”
“Absolutely not. Mom would never allow Adam in my room if he we were.” You laugh.
“So that night you invited me for the movie, you weren’t dating him?” He was stupid, so entirely stupid.
“No? Why would I invite your for a movie in front of my boyfriend?” You laugh, and he can’t seem to process anything. Stepping forward so he was within arms length of you.
“So you weren’t inviting me to hang out with you and your boyfriend. You were actually wanting to hang out with me?”
“Yes?” You roll your eyes. “And I know it’s lame. I’m just Gareths little sister and all that-“
You disappear from his view once more, pulling both the curtains into the middle to close off the shower again as you keep going. “But I actually thought you liked hanging out with me. You know? And maybe if I gave you guys space I wouldn’t be the annoying little sister all the time but then that day rolled around and you…. It was silly. I shouldn’t have asked you-“
A small shriek falls from your lips as he whips the right curtain open, glaring at you.
“What the fuck do you mean give us space? Who said what?” He’s angry now, jaw set as he glared. “What’s all this about being annoying and suddenly giving us space. Is that why you don’t sit with us?”
“Yes! You guys just think I’m Gareths annoying little sister!” You snap, and Eddie realizes that you’re completely naked right now, so he quickly shuts his eyes with a groan and pulls the curtain back sharply, keeping it clenched in his fist as he tries to relax.
“We don’t think that.” He snaps, eyes still squeezed shut. Truth was he always tried not to think of you as Gareths little sister, with the amount of times he’s imagined you-
You snap the other curtain to the side, letting some of the water hit his jeans and making his snap his eyes open right as you push your face close to his. “I heard you guys!”
“You heard us? When was this, Princess? Cause I’ve never-“
“The day of my tryouts! I came home and you guys were talking about how annoying I was and-“ he realizes then what you had heard, his eyes widening as he stares at you before he leans forward to catch his lips onto yours, a small gasp falling from you as he lets go of the shower curtain to wrap around you. Only problem was he was leaning into you and you didn’t have a proper stance so you slipped, and he fell forward into the tub, cursing out to try and catch you both as you accidently bit down on his lip.
He keeps one arm around your shoulders, his other catching the tub floor just in time as his body lands on yours.
The water is hitting his back, soaking his clothes as his boner pressed into your naked form, blood leaking from his lip where you bit.
“Are you okay-“ he begins to panic, but you’re already pushing up to pull him into another kiss, moaning at the taste of iron as your hands slide up his hips until they manage to crawl beneath his shirt and feel at his back, trying to inch the shirt off.
He pulls back to lean up, whipping the shirt off and flinging it out of the tub, panting as you try to move so the water doesn’t hit you in the face while he moves to help you.
“It was Paul that day.” He explains. “I don’t know what you think you heard but it was only Paul saying that. Jeff was making fun of him because the tool has a massive crush on you and- shit I’m no better am I? I’ve been dreaming about you every fucking night since I met you.”
And once again, like two magnets, you find yourself kissing him again and he is obsessed with his. Obsessed with your taste and the way your body melds into his own as you press your chest into his. When you reach for his belt buckle he moves a hand down to stop you, shaking his head through the kiss and moving to stand with you.
You follow, clumsy and confused, especially when his hands slide to your hips to turn you around so your back is to his chest.
“What are you-“ your question is met with his hand sliding across your stomach and further down until his fingers find purchase in your folds, a soft moan slipping past your lips that has his blood thrumming.
“Is this okay?” He whispers, feeling the water hit both you as you nod quickly, his name slipping past your lips. “I need to hear it, please.”
“Yes!” You snap, your hand moving to push his wrist to apply pressure. “Eds please!”
So he lets himself, pressing his thumb into your clit as he leans to kiss at your neck, his lip stinging against your skin as you mean out when he moves to slowly press a finger into you.
“You’re not just the annoying little sister.” He whispers into your skin, fully pushing his finger in and wiggling it until he was ready for another, pulling it out to press both in. “I’ve never seen you like that.”
“Eds.” You gasp out, keeping one hand on his arm as the other flies to his hair, clenching and pulling it into your fists.
“If anything princess, I’ve tried talking myself into believing it.” He grunts out, pushing his fingers in quicker than last time. “But you’re not. You’re my girl. Right?”
“Yes.” You blurt quickly, tugging at his hair and tilting your head to try and kiss him. He doesn’t let you, keeping his own lips pressed into your neck.
“You’re my girl?” He asks again, voice deeper as his fingers speed up, his thumb circling your clit. The feeling of your body pressed to his, the way your hips rotate ever so slightly to try and match his movements and accidently rub your ass against his crotch.
His jeans are now soaked, even if they weren’t from the water he is sure he’d have a wet patch from all the pre cum leaking out as he grunts out at the friction.
“Yes. Always.” You answer, gasping at the pleasure.
“Promise?” He grunts, nipping a bit as you try once more to kiss him.
“Eds please!” You cry, hips moving faster as you chase your high on his fingers.
“Promise me princess.” He growls and your eyes squeeze shut, eyebrows pinching together as your face contorts into one of pure pleasure. You barely manage to yell out a quick “swear it.” as you shake against him, making a smile spread across his lips.
“Atta girl.” He coos, finally allowing you to tug him into a kiss, biting down on your lip as you kiss him like your life depended on it. “You wanna go to bed?”
“Yes please.” You sniffle, swiping the bangs from his forehead as he leans to turn off the water; keeping a hand on you at all times while he manages to get you both out of the shower.
Wrapping a towel around you and snatching both your clothes quickly before leading you to his room.
The second he shuts the door behind him he sees you drop the towel and crawl across the bed to fall into the pillows, not even giving him a moment to grab you a shirt.
“Wait. Lemme grab you-“ he starts, struggling to shuck off the soaked jeans and boxers before you are moving to help, helping him step out of them and dragging your hands up his thighs until they reach his hips and you’re pulling him into the bed with you.
“I thought you wanted to sleep?” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your collarbone as you both crawl up the bed.
You fall into the pillows, hair splayed out as you smile at him, wrapping your legs around his hips while he covers you both with his comforter, trying to warm up.
“I said go to bed. Not to sleep.” You mumble with a small attitude, canting your hips up into his own which makes him moan loudly. “This is bed, isn’t it?”
“Oh, smarty pants are we?” He laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple as he melts into you. His forearms slid under the pillow as he let his body weight lay against yours, kissing you ever so slowly as you tried to wiggle around and make it work. He lifts his hips for a moment to help you out, and once you’re settled he presses into you, beginning to grind himself against your folds as you hug each other close.
“Jesus Christ.” He gasps, eyes squeezed shut as he presses his forehead to your own.
“Who knew the satanist was so religious ?” You tease, pushing your hips forward trying to gain more friction.
“Gotta be right now. It’s not everyday a freak like me has a cheerleader in his bed.” He smiles, kissing the corner of your lips softly.
“I mean it could be.” You offer, making him freeze for a moment. “Or maybe in the drama room. I’ve had tons of ideas about the locker room too.”
“Princess-“ he grunts, reaching a hand to cover your lips. “Please. You’re ruining me.”
You lick his lips and laugh when he pulls away to reach for his nightstands, moving your hips against his and kissing at his chest as he searches, getting more and more frustrated.
“Come on- shit baby- I- please- I gotta find a condom just give me a moment please.” He gasps out, and you smile at him.
“Forget it. I want you. Come on.” You coo and watch him physically shutter, hips pressing into yours tightly as his hands roll into fists and his eyes shut tightly.
“Eds?”
“Stop. Give me - fuck- a moment princess.” He grunts, shaking a bit. “I’m gonna bust before I even start.”
So, being the brat you are, you push your hips up until he is entering you, moaning a bit as he gasps loudly.
“No no no no.” He gasps out, which makes you freeze.
“Is it wrong? I’m sorry?” You panic, moving to pull your hips back quickly which makes his hand snap out to stop you.
“It’s not wrong. I just- I refuse to cum.” He blurts, keeping you in the spot with a tight hold. “I can’t cum so soon.”
“You can.” You whisper, kissing at his neck and nipping at the skin here and there. “I wanna feel it.”
“I hate you.”
“I hate you too.” You giggle. “And I need you to move.”
He takes a deep breath in, giving himself one more moment to try not to cum and then begins moving his hips. Slowly at first, moaning softly as you wrap around him perfectly, moving himself so he was laying on top of you and hugging your body to his before he begins a brutal pace of snapping his hips into yours.
You stay close, both hugging each other as he moves, the bed thumping against the wall with each thrust.
Your moans quiet the closer you get to finishing, turning into strangled grunts and mewls as both of you focus in. The sounds of skin slapping just adding to the pleasure of it all as you come undone around him, making him gasp out as he lets go, filling you easily.
“Oh my god.” He breathes out, shoving his nose into your neck as you try to breathe.
“There’s that religion again.” You tease, eyes closing as your body finally relaxes. You don’t hear his response, numbing out a bit, snuggling close until his warmth is ripped from you and you have no choice but to open your eyes.
“No no. You’re not sleeping yet.” He grunts, slapping your thigh lightly before helping you shuffle. “I’ll help you to the bathroom.”
So he puts on a pair of boxers, putting you in one of his band tees and helping you shuffle to the bathroom to pee, and grab a warm washcloth so he can clean you up while kissing all over your face and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
“My good girl.” He murmurs, leaving a kiss on your ear before leading you back to the room and shoving the towels and dirty clothes in his hamper with the washcloth.
You tuck yourself into his bed, waiting for him before you close your eyes and get comfortable.
“Freak.” You whisper out, face pressed into his chest.
“Wannabe.” He murmurs back, playing with your hair as you finally fall asleep.
-
You’re woken up by the shrill ringing in Eddie’s trailer, snapping awake as he lunges up and blinks.
The ringing stops after a minute, and then Wayne’s voice breaks out calling for Eddie.
“The phone!” He calls, making Eddie roll over you to pick up the phone.
You giggle when his body collapses on top of you as he answers, catching the smile he sends your way.
“It’s Eddie.” He grunts, eyebrows shooting up when the person on the other side yells.
“You know where my sister is?! She was supposed to be home last night and-“
“She’s here, calm down. She slept in the couch.”
‘Liar’ you mouth as he rolls his eyes, pinching your side.
“Okay. I’m coming to get her.” You hear Gareth snap before Eddie shakes his head.
“No. I’ll drop her off when she wakes up. I’ll be by for band practice anyways.”
You hear Gareth mumble something out before the receiver clicks and Eddie hangs up on his end.
“How’d he know to call here?” You ask, reaching a hand up to play with his hair.
“He thought we were dating already.”
“Oh?” You laugh before he bites on your collarbone. “Freak.”
“Wannabe.” He grunts out, and before you know it you both are stripping once more, being quiet since Wayne is in the other room.
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The cafeteria is a mess Monday morning, everyone yelling as some music plays over the speakers to get everyone excited for the game later.
You took a moment to look across the room, not really being able to see much due to how crowded it was, but you made it to the cheer table, saying hi to the girls as they all giggled over the mark on your neck.
“You wanna go sit over there?” You ask your three closest friends, wiggling your eyebrows.
“You’re out of uniform aren’t you?” Jason asks, eyes narrowing at your shirt. Today you had chosen to wear a hellfire shirt over your cheer uniform.
“Technically not.” Steve adds from the next table over, glaring at Jason.
“What happened to your face?” You ask, eyes wide at how bad he looked.
“Byers.” Steve grunts, and you laugh before the girls get up to follow you to the table.
All four of you, (Chrissy, Maria and Abigail) walk up slowly, making all the guys stop and look up.
“Can we sit?” You ask, watching Eddie’s face burst into an excited grin as Gareth quickly snatches a chair for Maria. Abigail and Chrissy take the last two open spots and there was no more room.
“I can grab a chair-“ Eddie starts, already standing to grab one before you shake your head, moving to sit on his lap.
“I’m good here.” You smile, making him smile back and kiss your shoulder through the shirt.
“Are you coming to DnD?” Paul asks as Gareth pretends to gag at you and Eddie.
“No, we have a game tonight that I have to cheer at. But I figured I can wear this until then.” You shrug.
“Where’s yours Eddie?” Paul asks, glaring at the dungeon master.
Eddie raises a brow, and the entire table seems to freeze as they slowly realize that Paul hasn’t figured it out yet, even with you in Eddie’s lap.
“What?” He asks, looking around.
“This is mine.” Eddie mumbles, pinching some of the fabric of your shirt between his fingers.
“You’re wearing his shirt? Gareth, you’re gonna allow that?!”
Another moment of silence passes before the entire table is laughing in his face, Eddie pressing his nose into your back with his hands on your hips as he cackles.
“What’s so funny?! Gareth said none of us could date his sister!”
“No, I said you couldn’t date my sister, nerd bomber.” Gareth laughs.
“What does it matter?” Eddie laughs. “I thought she was Sooooo annoying!”
He imitates Pauls voice for the last part which sends the table into another fit of laughter.
“Don’t you have a girlfriend in canada?” Chrissy asks, turning to you. “That was him right, the one dating the model in canada?”
“W-we broke up. I dumped her.” Paul corrects which makes the girls laugh harder. “You guys suck.”
“And you swallow!” You snatch one of Eddie’s pretzels to throw it at his forehead, hitting him perfectly as he glares.
“Not funny.” He mumbles, and the table absolutely loses it.
-
You’re surprised when you see Eddie leaning against the bleachers that night, now in his hellfire shirt and leather jacket as you get ready to perform with the girls.
When he spots you looking he sends a wink, crossing his arms as he watches the routine. When you’re done you dash over as the game starts, giving him a quick kiss.
“Aren’t you supposed to be-?”
“I had a couple minutes. Thought I’d come see what all the excitement was about.” He smiles, surveying the game going on from your spot in the corner.
“What do you think?”
“Well seems pretty boring to watch Harrington and Carver fumble around, but there was this really smoking cheerleader.” He chuckles making you roll your eyes.
“Freak.”
“Wannabe.”
“Brute.”
“Brat.”
“Airhead.”
“Princess.” He smiles, kissing you one more time. “You wanna come watch the campaign?”
“I have to dance at halftime and cheer them on. You’ll tell me about it later though?” You ask, giving him your best doe eyes.
“You got it.” He smiles, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles before shaking it so the Pom Pom shakes. “Decide on what movie for tonight?”
“I might be willing to give Texas Chainsaw one more shot.” You smile. “I think you deserve it.”
You already know he won’t make it 10 minutes into the movie without jumping your bones anyways.
“I was thinking breakfast club.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Why not?”
“Cause I might actually want to watch the movie.” You tease before Chrissy calls you.
Giving him one more kiss before dashing to cheer with the girls, Eddie watches you for a moment before leaving to go play DND.
The second you both are done you meet by the drama room doors so that you can go to his place for movie night, a new routine you had built up.
Weekends were for your friends; these nights were for just you two.
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Heyy:)💞could I request something in which reader is a virgin and she’s afraid of her first time and like unsure if she feels ‘ready’ for it but also doesn’t want to come of as prude and the character you’re writing for just comforts her and tells her it’s fine🌞Any character you’re writing for would be fine!!:))) have a great dayyy🫶
Hi lovely, thank you for requesting!
cw: smut mdni, oral (fem recieving), virgin reader
Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 958 words
Steve’s hands are strong and warm on your waist, dipping lower. You roll your hips against his, and the sound that emerges from him is half-moan, half-laugh. He kisses you dizzy.
“Can I take these off?” he asks, tugging at your back pocket.
“Yeah,” you say without thinking.
You trust Steve. You haven’t been dating long, but you can tell he’s a good guy. He has a tendency to act overconfident and then backtrack immediately, which he says he’s working on. He’s genuine when it counts. Nice to you in all the ways that matter.
It’s not until your jeans hit the floor, where Steve’s shirt already lies, that you start to think about the implications of losing those bits of clothing. Whether or not you want them.
Steve grabs big handfuls of your ass, your flesh pudging between his fingers. He flips you over.
You giggle at the suddenness of it, and he drinks in the sound happily, lips curving over yours. You press kiss after kiss after kiss into his mouth, giddy and lost in him. After a while, he dips his head to move his attentions to your neck. Your breaths become gaspy, head tilting sideways to grant him better access as your eyes flutter closed.
You don’t even notice his hand moving until his fingers wiggle under the waistband of your panties.
You go still. Then try to relax again. Try to embrace it. His fingers slide over your folds, already slicked, while his thumb searches for your clit. He finds it, circling tantalizingly. You try to get lost again. It’s not hard. Soon you’re panting, tangling your hand in Steve’s hair as his mouth sponges over your pulse. He slips one thick finger into you, then two. Scissoring.
You try to make your voice sound casual as can be.
“What’re you doing?”
“Opening you up.” The words are mumbled against your skin, matter-of-fact. “M’gonna get you ready, don’t worry.”
Your breath catches in your throat.
“Whoa, hey,” Steve laughs. “Relax for me. You okay?”
You hesitate, and his fingers still inside you, thumb slowing on your clit.
“Hey.” He sits up, looking down at you. “Are you doing okay?”
“I’m not sure if—if I want—”
“Oh, oh my god.” He slips his fingers out, wiping his hand on his sheets. His other hand twitches like it wants to touch your face, but he stops it before it gets there, setting it on the bed beside your head. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to assume…anything.”
“No, you’re good.” You try to laugh it off. “I’m being dumb. We can keep going.”
You tip your chin upward, kissing him. Steve doesn’t take the cue.
“I don’t want to do anything you don’t want,” he says, sitting up a bit more, putting more distance between you. You lie back on the mattress and fight the urge to cover your face with your hands. “If you don’t feel like it, that’s cool.”
You rub your lips together. They’re still tingling. “It’s not that I don’t feel like it,” you try to explain. “It’s just that I’m not sure…I don’t know if I’m ready.” You cringe. “It feels stupid to say it.”
Steve’s eyebrows twitch together. “Ready for…?”
You give him a deadpan look, and his expression clears.
“Oh. Whoa, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
You shrug. “I didn’t tell you.”
“Yeah…” He seems a bit shell-shocked. “Why did you say we could keep going? Do you want to?”
Your eyes fall thoughtlessly to where Steve’s hand rests just below your navel, your underwear a soppy mess behind it. “I don’t know,” you admit.
Steve nods like he understands, though he still looks confused. “Well, we shouldn’t do anything unless you know for sure.”
You look at him, guilt like concrete clogging your insides. “Really? You don’t think I should just get it over with?”
“What?” His face screws up. “No. Honey,” —He’s never called you that before. You melt a little— “you should want to have sex. If you’re not sure, you’re not sure. That’s fine.” You search in his tone for any hint of sarcasm or bitterness but come up empty. His hand drifts over to your hip, running the length of it. “You’re not asking because you think I want to, are you?”
It’s a silly, hypocritical stab of hurt, but it hurts nonetheless. “You don’t?”
“No, I do,” Steve says hastily. “Obviously I do. Just, that’s not a good enough reason for you to do it. And I don’t want you to get it over with, that’s for sure.”
He says the last bit wryly, glancing away from your face like he’s barely restraining an eye-roll, and you laugh. He looks back at you, grinning. Pleasantly surprised.
“I mean, it wouldn’t really reflect on you if I was getting it over with,” you say, but Steve scoffs.
“Fuck yeah it would. Sex with me should be magical, babe,” he tells you, kissing your chin firmly. “Sparks flying and butterflies and all that. The whole fireworks show.”
“Oh, you’re selling it now.”
“Not,” he does roll his eyes this time, kissing the corner of your mouth, “my intent. You tell me when you feel ready, and then I’ll start advertising, but until then don’t worry about it.” He catches your eye, and his are searching even as he raises his eyebrows playfully. “I can still give you the fireworks show other ways, if you want me to.”
You blink. “Really?”
Steve blinks harder. “Yeah! Jesus, your expectations of me are so low. Give me a little credit.” He presses kisses to your mouth, your chin, trailing down your throat, his blessed hand making its way back towards your heat. “Just sit tight, let me get you warmed up again.”
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I'll Be Gentle
Pairings: Eddie munson x fem!reader
Summary: Eddie takes your virginity
Warnings: oral (f receiving) fingering, teasing, unprotected sex!. 18+ MDNI, if you do, you will be blocked.
Note: never written smut before so, really sorry if this is bad.
Eddie always wondered what you were thinking about when you he caught you staring at him at all the time.
Whether it was his ring-decorated hands, his face and hair, or his waist. He wanted to know why.
You weren't the type of person to throw yourself at him, you weren't even experienced at all, so you probably didnt even know if you were looking at him in desire or just admiration for the boy.
He noticed the sudden changes in your behavior, especially excuses to touch any part of his body.
He first noticed when what used to always be hugs from around the neck, to now be low on his waist.
Or when cheek kisses were replaced by his neck and collarbones.
Or when you'd make excuses to hold his hand and fiddle with the rings on his long, rough fingers.
He didn't complain nevertheless. He loved the affection, he was just confused as to where all this was coming from.
You weren't completely clueless when it came to sex, you knew how it worked and how to do everything, you just didn't know what it felt like to want someone, you haven't experienced what it feels like to be touched in such an intense and intimate way before, what it feels like to have someone thrusting deep inside you making you let out the most sinful sounds any human could hear. You didn't know.
Eddie was barely experienced, his hands did the job everytime, but he knew what to do, he knew how to make a girl scream, and he knew he was able to do it.
So when he noticed how you got nervous around him, he was curious. You weren't like that when you first started dating, and that was 8 months ago.
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"Hello, darling" he opened the door to his trailer to find you standing in a hellfire shirt. As you were an honorary member. With a bag in your hand, full of everything you would need for the night.
Every Saturday was date night for you guys, were you would stay at his trailer for the night. So today was no different, Eddie rented you guys a VHS to watch tonight, he would order some pizza or something and you'd cuddle up in his bed and fall asleep together.
"Hey" you smiled at jumped into his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist, with his arms around your shoulders.
"Come in" he moved out of the way, letting you in.
---
You were both on the couch, you cuddled into Eddie's chest with his arm around around you. Although Eddie couldn't focus when you kept shifting in your spot. Moving closer to him even though you were as close you could get, but he noticed how your legs were tightly closed together, like you were trying to get some sort of...friction. he tested his theory and placed a hand on your thigh, seeing you squirm in your place.
He smirked as he figured it out.
"You ok, sweetheart?" He asked innocently
"Mhm" you hummed in response
"You sure? You've seemed to be a bit...on edge lately" he said, caressing your arm in a manner that made your insides twirl.
"I'm fine" you shuddered
"I know you want something, sweetheart, maybe even need something. Dont be afraid to ask" Eddie whispered in your ear
"It feels funny" you dug your head into his neck and squeezing onto him
"What feels funny, darling?" He questioned
"Down there" you said reluctantly
"Your tummy?" He guessed, he knew what felt funny, he just wanted to hear you say it.
"No, my- my, just forget it, it doesnt matter" you whined.
"This area?" Eddie quizzed as he moved his hand dangerously close to your clothed heat.
"Higher" you murmered
"Here?" He moved a finger to brush the fabric covering your sensitive area
"Yeah" you nodded vigorously
"Well what are we going to do about that, sweetheart?" He raised an eyebrow
"I dont know" you threw your head back.
"C'mere" he brought you up to straddle his lap, placing a hand on both of your thighs.
"Want me to show you how to fix that, Baby?"
"How" you spoke softly, moving your head to the crook of his neck
"Want me to show you?" He asked
"Yes please" you sighed
He picked you up and moved to the bedroom, where he placed you down and crawled on top of you.
"Do you trust me?" He looked at you seriously
"Yeah" you smiled softly
Eddie dipped down to attack your neck with the hottest and sloppy kisses. One hand on the side of your head, holding him up and the other gripping on your waist, with the occasional light squeeze.
The soft noises coming from your pretty mouth echoed in his ears.
He moved down to suck on the skin of your cleavage. He pulled the hem of your shirt and waiting for your permission, which you gave him. Eddie swiftly removed the shirt that was covering your top-half. He had never seen you without a shirt on, not even in a bathing suit so he stopped for a minute just to admire your sweet body.
"Eddieee" you whined
Eddie smashed his lips on yours, sticking his tongue down your throat. You had made out before, but it was different now, if was hot and heavy and full of a completely different emotion and feeling.
You let out an airy moan, making the sounds vibrate against his mouth, sending shivers down his body. He had waited so long for this.
He unclassped your bra with barely any struggle and tossed it to the other side of him room. He let go of your lips and looked at your bare chest. His eyes fixated on them before going to attack one of them, leaving the other to be massaged by his hand, his tongue swirling around the nipple of your plump breasts, making you arch you back in inevitable pleasure.
You're body was so sensitive to every touch he placed on you, making it so easy to leave you in a mess.
He crawled down the kiss lower down your abdomen, giving every inch of your body something to moan about.
He unbuttoned your pants before sliding them down in a painfully slow pace, just to see how you bucked you hips. He placed delicate kisses on the inside of your thighs, the only thing that's keeping his from you in the silk panties hanging low on your hips.
He looked up at you and raised an eyebrow, to ask for permission
"Eddie please" you begged
His fingers curl around the fabric and pulled them down, keeping eye contact with you that made you shiver.
"If you don't feel comfortable with anything just tell me, ok? And I'll stop, no questions asked, ok?" He spoke softly in desire
"Ok, I will" you nodded you head.
Your legs were still pressed together tightly, so he spread them to her access to your aching core.
He slid a finger up and down your slick folds, sending automatic pleasure to your body.
"God your already so wet for me" he groaned at the feeling.
Eddie collected some of the juices and rubbed it on his fingers, looking at it with lust. It was all for him.
He dug his head closer to heat and stuck his tongue in slightly. Making you jump and yell out in surprise
"God, Eddie"
"Stay still for me, sweetheart" Eddie demanded, holding you by the thighs.
He attached his tongue to your throbbing pussy and tasted the sweet liquid you produced.
"You taste so god damn good, darling" he groaned against you.
The sinful noises of his tongue slurping you and your moans filled the room.
He stuck a finger in your core and started pumping in and out of you.
"You're so good, Eddie" you gripped his hair and pushed his face in more, making his nose hit the bud of your wet pussy.
You let out a high pitched scream when he curled his fingers inside you.
You had no idea it would feel so good to have him eat you out like this, you had pictured it, even had a dream about it once, but it didn't compare to the way he was making you feel right now. It was heavenly.
He stuck another 2 fingers in your tight pussy, slightly stretching the skin of your entrance, making you hiss in a hint of pain, Eddie knew he didnt really hurt you, it was normal, you hadn't been stretched out down there, but he was going to make sure you were.
"Ed-Eddie?" You stuttered, trying to contain your moans, although you could be as loud as you want seen as though Wayne was out working at the plant.
"Yes, darling" he said against you
"My tummy feels funny" you admitted
With one last lick through your folds and in your entrance, he pulls away
"Wait- why did you pull away! Was that bad, I'm sorry" you cried out in frustration.
"No, that wasn't bad, sweetheart, I was just getting you ready" he grinned sadistically
"Ready? Ready for what?" You whined, any bit of pleasure washed away from the loss of contact.
He didnt give you an answer. He just took off his shirt and pulled his pants down. Leaving him in nothing but his boxers as he crawled back onto of you, wrapping his arm to your back to press your naked body against his as he moved to adorn your neck with more marks.
"Eddie, I'm begging you, please do something" you moaned.
"Well, since you said please, how could I not" he laughed
He pushed his boxers of and wrapped your legs around his waist, giving him a good angle to slide right into you.
"I'll be gentle, alright princess" he said, placing a sweet kiss on your lips before pushing into you.
Eddie knew he wasn't small, he was a pretty big guy to say the least, so when you screamed out in pain from just half of his thick cock, he got worried. How were you going to take all of him?
"Its ok, I got you. Remember what I told you?" He spoke gently
"If I get uncomfortable just tell you" you whimpered
"That's right, princess" he nodded his head, pressing his forehead against your own, giving you a light kiss.
Eddie slowly moves himself deeper in your pussy.
"God, how are you so damn tight?" he groaned and your walls basically squeezed him.
"Ready?"
"Mhm" you hummed
Eddie slowly pushed in and out of you, still cautious if your in pain, but seeing your eyes rolled back and your mouth wide open. He had no choice but to go faster.
"You feel so good, princess" he groaned
"You're so big" you whispered
"Trust me, I know, baby" Eddie chuckled
Eddie hit a spot that sent you over the edge with pleasure.
"FUCK EDDIE" you screamed out while letting out the most sinful moan he'd ever heard.
"That's right, sweetheart. I'm the only guy who can make you scream like that" he smirked leaning down to your ear
"Do it again, baby, scream my name again" he whispered.
"I- you- so- good" you stammered
Eddie slammed back into you, hitting the spot again making you scream his name louder this time
"Feel- you feel so fucking good" he groaned
"Is this what you wanted all this time? All the touching and staring at me, hm? Is this what you were thinking about? How I could make you scream and moan with nothing but my tongue, fingers and cock? Is this what you wanted?" Eddie questioned
"Mhm" you purred
"Words" he demanded
"Yes, Eddie" you cried
"How do I feel, baby? Do I make you feel good?" He asked
"So good, you make me feel so good, you feel so- FUCK!" you yelled out
"You could've just asked for it"
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Eddie moved your hips along with his, making the skin clap against each other, adding more friction to his fast and deep thrusts
"Eddie" you muttered
"Yes, princess"
"That feeling in my tummy is back again" you said, leaning your head back
"You've never had an orgasm before, have you princess?" He chuckled
"No" you shook your head
"When that feeling gets too much to handle, I want you to just let go, ok, kind of like push it out for me, ok?" he told you
"Yeah, I- i can do that"
Your mouth opened widely again. So Eddie took the chance to smash his lips in yours while keeping up the pace of his thrusting. Your hands finding their way to Eddie back and scratching him
You stuck your tongue in his mouth, searching around making him groan. You detached your lips from his and leaned up to adorn his neck with the marks he gave you.
Eddie held the back of your head and pushed you head deeper in his neck. The only thing keeping him from falling down on you was his unsteady hand on the headboard.
Eddie threw his head back and felt the knot in his stomach start to form, so his pace quickened inside you, he was going to make sure you came before him, in his eyes your pleasure came before his own.
"Eddie- I- EDDIE" you screamed, your voice cracking from going to high as you couldn't hold the feeling in anymore.
You released all your juices on Eddie's dick as he slowed his pace, not trying to overstimulate you.
"That's it, God, just like that, sweetheart" he rolled his eyes back and pulled out, spilling all his cum on your stomach and panting heavily.
Eddie dropped beside you sighed
"You did amazing, princess" he brushed the hair that was stuck to your head from sweat behind your ear.
"Thank you, Eddie" you said quietly, moving closer to his warm, sweaty body.
"There's no need to thank me, darling" he laughed
"I know, I just wanted to say it, for everything" you yawned.
"How 'bout I start the shower, we get you all cleaned up and then go to bed, how does that sound?" He suggested
"Sounds great" you smiled
"M'kay" he said before pressing a kiss on your head.
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I dont know how I feel about this. But uh, hope you enjoyed that you filthy people.
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look into his angel eyes - billy hargrove
summary: you're always at an argument with your friends about the hometown hit, billy hargrove. you're always telling them how much of a heart-breaker he is, which they always disagree to. one day when you run into to him, you end up talking and you're quickly head-over-heals for the boy.
i'm not a big hargrove or harrington person but if you have a request please suggest :)
“you wanna be banned for life lard ass?” the kid quickly shakes his head no with fear clearly shown in his face.
“didn't think so.” billy says as he blows his whistle as everyone resumes to what they were doing before hand. he makes his way to the lifeguard bench mumbling to the ladies sitting on the sidelines.
“god he's so dreamy.” tina said. you roll your eyes, “oh my gosh, not this again.”
“oh come on y/n, he has the body of a god. who else do you know at our school that has a six pack!?” she rambles.
“god, tina look. i'm just not buying his charming bullshit.”
“well you should. just look at him.” tina argues pointing over to the boy in the chair. you lift your sunglasses looking to glace over at him.
“yeah, sure he's okay tina.” you say sarcastically with a sigh putting the glasses back over your eyes, tina groans in frustration noticing your friend heather walk by.
“heather!” tina says calling the girl over. “can you please tell y/n that she's clearly blind and has no taste in men.” your jaw drops as you sit up and pull your glasses off.
“okay, just because i don't believe hargrove's fake ass act does not mean that my taste in men is shitty tina.” you say stunned by what came out of her mouth.
“y/n are you serious. come on he has the body of-”
“body of a god yeah, yeah, yeah” you speak cutting heather off, “look he's okay looking but this little act he has going on isn't fooling me.”
“you're so lucky you get to work with him.” tina says looking at heather.
* * * * *
“y/s/n [your sister’s name] stay in the pool, i'll be right back i gotta get some tow-” you bump into someone accidentally making them drop their water bottle.
“i'm sorry, i got that.” you say bending down and picking up the water bottle, finally turning your head to see
“thanks.” he says with a grin across his face clearly eyeing you.
hargrove.
“yeah of course.” you say with a smile, “where you headed angel?” he asks eyes locked on you.
angel? was billy hargrove flirting with you?
“uhm, just to go get some towels”
“mhm..” he mutters biting his whistle checking you out bottom to top.
whaaaatt the hell is happening??
“well if it helps i'll keep an eye on y/s/n for you” he says dropping the whistle from his mouth.
“yeah, i- uhm okay.” you stutter walking past him.
okay what the hell just happened? what was that?
you gather yourself and finally walk back out with towels, and of course it just now hit you that you decided to sit only slightly a few inches away from the lifeguard post. great.
“thought you would never come back.” billy said from the chair. “i was only gone for like not even 2 minutes.” you said setting down the towels.
“you know you look pretty good in that bathing suit.” he smiles climbing down.
“thanks.” you say turning around to meet his eye.
“you know i've been noticing you around here a lot.”
“well you work here, you should know by now its a popular pool, especially in summer.” you say.
“cocky.” he chuckles out. “well when it comes to the town's biggest gossip, what he wants, tends to stand out.” you say with your arms crossed, ego getting bigger as you step closer.
he looks to his right and lets out a breathy laugh, you turn to see what he was looking at, only to find women looking at you of all ages, to teenagers from your school, to mothers of children.
“yeah, clearly she does.” he says with a smirk, making your head turn quickly to look back at him, once realizing how close you are, you take a step back.
“let me take you out on a date.” he offers, “yeah no, all these other little girls might buy your charming act, but that doesn't mean i do.”
“i'm a little hurt that you'd believe those rumors.”
“i'm not gonna be your little girl experiment that you'd take out once, bang, and then throw in a ditch billy, i know better than that.” you argue sitting down on the beach chair.
“okay look, i promise you i'm not like that okay. just let me take you out on one date, please.”
you were surprised he was pleading, you'd never heard of him doing this with anyone else. maybe they were all rumors, or maybe you were right and it's just his charming act, but there was something in his eyes, he wasn't just asking to mess with you, it looked like he really wanted this, which surprised you since you two had never talked before.
“okay. saturday, 6 o'clock.” you smile, “i pick you up?”
“yeah why not.”
* * * * *
“so um, whats this rumor about you and billy talking at the pool?” heather asks.
“who said it was a rumor?” you question. tina gasps, “wait did billy actually talk to you?”
“yeah, and we're actually going on a date.”
“bullshit.” heather and tina say in unison, “i thought you weren't into him.” heather said.
“well, there was something in his eyes when he asked me.”
“oh god i could get lost in his eyes forever” tina says with a sigh.
“shut up tina.”
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I absolutely cannot get over how unhealthy Mileven’s relationship is, specifically when it comes to El consistently lying to Mike in season 4. After “friends don’t lie” was SO central to the first three seasons! And yes, Will lied to him too, which needs to be addressed in season 5. But he did it once! El did it on a weekly basis for nine months!
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Rock You Like A Hurricane
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, PIV sex, protected sex, generally sexy shenanigans
“Sweetheart,” Eddie breathes. It’s a soft, barely-there word that he’s mumbling against your lips, and although he’s on top of you, you’re the one who’s calling the shots. He crumbles for you, sinks to his knees and worships you, lays his entire soul out for you to have.
Eddie’s hands are all over you: Touching you, feeling you, loving you.
As much as he likes to playfully deny it, Eddie does love you. That’s one thing he was brave enough to admit to you after everything that happened to him. He became acutely aware of how short life is and how incredibly special you are.
He’s got you, now, and Jesus, how he loves having you in this way.
“Sweetheart,” Eddie breathes. It’s a soft, barely-there word that he’s mumbling against your lips, and although he’s on top of you, you’re the one who’s calling the shots. He crumbles for you, sinks to his knees and worships you, lays his entire soul out for you to have.
You tug at Eddie’s hair, wanting his mouth on yours. He’s humming and moaning and grunting, and his erection is pressed against you. You reach down to tug at the button of his jeans, and he pushes his hips forward, silently asking for more. You give it to him.
His cock is out moments later, and he’s pulling down your panties and tossing them onto the floor of his bedroom.
“Do you have a–?”
“One step ahead of you,” Eddie says, reaching into his bedside table to grab a condom. He rolls it on, then lines himself up with your entrance.
“Tell me if you need me to stop, sweetheart,” he tells you. You nod, cupping his cheek and kissing the corner of his mouth as he thrusts into you.
“Fffff–!” you moan, eyes fluttering shut. Your chest rises and falls rapidly as Eddie begins to roll his hips.
“Mm! Mm! Mm!” he grunts with each thrust. He’s got you pinned down, and his face is scrunched up so beautifully, and . . . God, you love him.
“So good, Eddie,” you sigh, spreading your legs further and lifting your hips. His cock goes deeper, and you cry out in pleasure. He opens his eyes.
“Did I–?”
“No, no, keep going!” you tell him with a smile.
He’s so sweet, he really is, always being patient and thoughtful with you. It’s just one of the many things you adore about him.
Eddie’s pounding you, now, and you know that he most definitely isn’t going to last long, but that’s okay. He doesn’t have to.
He’s babbling, talking about how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, how lucky he is to see your body like this.
So kind yet so rough.
Just the way you like it.
“Cum for me, Eddie!” you say, tugging his long, wavy hair. “Go ahead, c-cum!”
And he does.
He falters, hips stuttering and eyes rolling back as he floods the condom.
“Fuuuuuck!” Eddie sighs, pressing his forehead against yours. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him close so that you can kiss him.
“Mm. Good boy,” you say, half teasing and half serious. Eddie smiles, then kisses you again before pulling out and tying off the condom.
He tucks his cock away and lies down beside you on his old, rickety bed.
“You wanna order pizza?” he asks, still coming down from his high. You laugh.
“Always.”
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To any fellow s3lfh4rmers (former or current) who are obsessed with Eddie Munson (much like myself)..
Eddie would kiss every single scar and hold you close when the tears start to fill your eyes because you're not used to anyone making you feel beautiful.
Eddie would understand immediately, without you ever having to say a word and he would NEVER ever judge you for it.
Eddie would be there to help take care of you in the aftermath with bandages and ice and something warm to drink, never once pushing for a "why" or "how".
Eddie would sit with you in the dark, humming along to your most heartbreaking playlist while holding your hands in his and helping you work through the big feelings so he could become your safe space and help you overcome the battles that are raging inside you.
Eddie would be your light in the darkness and he'd never once let you feel alone.
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Nothing Last Forever
About: Eddie confesses that he wants to marry you
Trigger/Warnings: Parental divorce and Death
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This was going to be your year!
Deep down you just knew that it was going to be your year. You worked your ass off for it. You canceled many get-togethers to walk the floor of that old, creaky high school gym. You wanted to grab that rolled up piece of paper that said you graduated and turn around and give all those fucking teachers the middle finger and yell “fuck you.” The thought of this, it made you smile inside. It was your boyfriend's plan really, but he wanted you to do it as well.
“Y/N Y/L/N, CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE?” The loud voice of your boyfriend pulled you from your thoughts and back to that thing that is called reality. You had a love hate relationship with reality. You looked up to find that your boyfriend was standing on the cafeteria tabletop, his arms were spread out with a huge smile plastered on his face. There was a shine in his eyes you'd never seen before. You were going to ask what he was up to when he looked around the cafeteria. "AND SHE'S BACK!"
"What–"
Eddie knelt down in front of you, that big grin still on his face. You were dying to know what happened to make him smile that big. He took his hand and placed it under your chin. His fingertips were calloused from the hours of playing his guitar the last few weeks. He wanted to make sure he got that song just right. You smiled and melted right into his touch. If only Eddie knew about the small things he did to you.
You and Eddie have known each other since grade school. You moved from the hot desert of Tucson, Arizona to Hawkins, Indiana after your parents divorced. Your father wanted nothing to do with you since his mistress got pregnant. So your mother packed you up with what little stuff the two of you owned and drove until she saw a “For Rent” sign on the side of the road.
It was a small three bedroom double wide trailer with wood flooring and ugly green carpet. Green carpet that was still there years later. But the two of you managed to make it home. A few days after moving in and getting settled in, you were greeted by a boy with long, dark hair and a huge smile on this face. You were outside playing with a few dolls you had and this boy asked to play with you. You were so confused because no one ever wanted to play with you. So you said yes.
Since then, you and Eddie, the two of you, were inseparable. The two of you did almost everything together. You stood up to Eddie's bullies which would get you suspended from school. Was always worth it for you. Eddie would run to the corner store to get you menstrual products and chocolate if your mom couldn’t. At night, when the two of you would hang out late, Eddie would make sure you made it safely home and made sure your house was safe too.
Two peas in a pod, your mother had called you guys.
By the time high school came around, you realized that you had developed feelings for your best friend. You spent all of freshman year and half of sophomore year avoiding those feelings because you knew that if you were to share them with Eddie and he didn’t feel the same, your friendship would be over.
It wasn’t until an argument at a stupid Christman party that you accidentally let it slip about your feelings for him. That night you shared your first kiss with him under the moon wrapped in his jacket. Your first date was at the movies, which just happened to be ruined by Jason Carver. You repaid the favor by throwing a punch at him a few days later when you saw him walk out of the movie store. A punch that got you in trouble with Jim Hopper.
Still a well deserved punch as you thought about that day.
“That’s my princess,” Eddie whispered only for you to hear. It made your heart flutter and you had to muster enough self control to NOT jump up and slam your lips against his. You didn't want to make a scene in front of the whole school. But for now, you settled for the soft but eager look in his eyes.
Eddie stood up and began to walk the table again. “ALRIGHT EVERYONE!” Eddie shouted. “I HAVE A VERY, VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE!”
The cafeteria slowly quieted down. All eyes were on Eddie, who slowly stepped off the table. He turned to you, that huge smile still on his face. The softness in his eyes now had a slight bit of shine in them.
"Nobody cares what you have to say, Freak?"
Jason's voice interrupted Eddie as he was about to speak. You felt your face turn red. Everyone in all of Hawkins knew you disliked, not hated, Jason. He came from a good family, but he was a total dick. He felt entitled to just about anything he touched. Which was why he actually hated you. He couldn’t have you because you didn’t want to go on a date with him. Which was also the reason why he messed up yours and Eddie's first date.
Before anyone like Mike or Dustin could grab you and hold you back, you stood on the table. You, anything but gracefully, made your way towards the edge of the table. You slipped a few times but the people at your table steadied you. You knelt down on one knee and stared directly into Jason’s bright blue eyes.
“Are you sure about that, Carver?” Your voice was calm, but you wore a smirk on our face. “You always, always care what Eddie says. Especially when it concerns me.”
Jason shifted around on his feet. He threw a nervous smile towards his teammates and looked right back at you. You can see he’s trying to be all macho about the whole encounter. “No I don’t,” Jason had scoffed and crossed his arms.
“Says the boy who’s been obsessed with me since grade school,” You flashed him a wicked smile. “Like dude, get over it already.”
Jason shook his head and you knew that you won. “Whatever, just go fuck yourself.” And with that, Jason motioned for his group of ball freaks to follow him out of the cafeteria.
You stood up and turned to face Eddie who was looking at you with a bigger smile on his face and brighter look in his eyes. “You may continue,” you gestured your arms open and smiled at Eddie.
Eddie chuckled and shook his head. “AS SOON AS WE GRADUATED,” He resorted back to yelling, which caused you to chuckle as well. “AM GOING TO MARRY THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF YOU Y/N Y/L/N!” Eddie moved over to you and pulled you down off the table and held you in his arms bridal style. “Only if you still want me.” His voice dropped as he brought his lips to your ear.
“Of course I’ll still want you, Munsen.” You pulled his face to yours and pressed your lips to his. There are some small groans as the two of you kiss. The table you guys sat at for four years clapped and cheered. All you wanted was to stay in this moment forever. To stay in the firm grip of Eddie that had made you feel safe after all these years.
And that's what you tried to do.
Your back was pressed against the wall of the school cafeteria. Your heart raced and the tears streamed down your face. You had nowhere else to run. There was nowhere else for you to hide. No matter where you ran or where you hid, he found you.
What’s taking them so long? You wondered to yourself.
You waited for what felt like eternity for that song. The one song that you knew would pull you out of this nightmare. But the faint music that Max had described never came.
The air turned cold around you and you knew that he found you. Again. You felt yourself grow small as you watched Vecna stalk towards you. His body looked like he was born from cursed vines. But you knew that was wrong. Vecna used to be human. This place, the Upside Down, made him what he was now.
Vecna walked towards you with his clawed hand stretched out. The tears that rolled down your cheeks only rolled down faster. Your body was frozen in place as you muttered the word “No” over and over again. This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t.
“It’s time Y/N,” Vecna’s voice sent chills down your spine. “Time for you to join me.”
“No,” you cried. “Please, no.”
Vecna stopped about a foot in front of you. His clouded, blue eyes stared down at you. You felt more tears roll down your cheeks as you shook your head. Vecna raised his hand up to your cheek and wiped the tear from your cheek. At that moment you let out a cry that you knew no one was ever going to hear.
“There, there,” Vecna said. “It’ll all be over soon.”
You closed your eyes and whispered one last “I love you” for Eddie.
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Eddie couldn’t move at all, let alone take his eyes off your tarp covered body. It was the only thing that was laying around and Steve used it to cover you. Eddie had already done the crying and the screaming and the yelling. Now, he just sat there. Frozen. Numb. He couldn’t feel anything anymore but the giant hole that ripped his chest open.
“We failed,” the words came out in a quiet whisper.
“What?” Dustin asked. He, too, had been crying. You were like a big sister to him.
“We fucking, failed Henderson,” Eddie said louder, causing Dustin to flinch. Dustin has never seen Eddie pissed off like this. Tears of his own started to spill down his face for his friend. “We couldn’t FUCKING SAVE HER!”
“I know,” Dustin whispered.
There it was again. The rage.
Eddie spent over a decade loving you. He knew it from the very first moment he saw you playing in the front of your house. Eddie knew you would be the one thing that tethered him to this planet. Eddie remembered telling his uncle that night, after you had gone inside, that he was going to marry you one day. His uncle laughed and tousled his hair before telling him to get ready for bed.
Eddie watched you grow into such a beautiful young woman. You were smart and liked to dress up every now and then. But what made you the most comfortable was the jeans and t-shirts. You either wore your hair up in a single hair band or falling around your shoulders. But the one thing that he had loved the most about was that you stood up for him countless times.
He couldn’t fucking save you.
But Eddie could still get sweet old revenge.
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Stranger Things nailed those haunted house vibes 🏚
#stranger things#the haunting of hill house#creel house#horror#crossover#tv#streaming#netflix#stranger things fan#stranger things fandom#fandom#fandoms
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anyone in the stranger things fandom wanna be friends? Message me and send asks. I love to talk about anything stranger things especially Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley. I'm also a really nice person🙃
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Full House - Eddie Munson
Authors Note: Wow. I think I went too far with these, lmao.
Word Count: 5,258
Warnings: Dad!Eddie. That's it.
Description: Stepdad!Eddie and his girls that gives nothing but Uncle Jesse Vibes.
Part ll HERE
(Thank you for the gif @ionlyeverwantedtobeyourequal )
Enjoy!
(Eddie is not the step dad, he is the dad that stepped up)
Eddie Munson was many things in life.
Triple senior, Satanic Freak, Dungeon Master, High School Graduate, Vecna survivor, Waynes son, and now Mechanic shop owner. But his favorite title came by accident, a truly brilliant accident of course.
Nancy and Steve had planned a vacation for themselves, the first vacation they had since the birth of their adorable son Edward…..okay they named their kid Vince but Eddie thought that name was ugly and had spent the past 5 years continuously mocking them over it. So, in everything Eddie, he had named him Edward Jr. this week.
Anyways, Nancy and Steve were having a very lovely trip at Niagara Falls while the rest of the group watched little man. While Eddie was at work Joyce Byers took him, and when Eddie had gigs Dustin took him and they ‘studied’ together which meant Dustin used him as an excuse to play games rather than study for his senior year.
It was all going splendidly, until Eddie got a call in the middle of his work shift telling him that he would have to go down to the school immediately since Edward Jr -Vincent, had gotten into a little bit of a fight.
So Eddie booked it, still in his greased out mechanic suit, a bandana on his head and the biggest concern that Steve’s kid would be kicked out of his school while he was away. What had he done to the kids? Had he broken their noses? Made them bleed?
Here was the problem, Eddie forgot that he was talking about Steve Harrington's kid, so when he arrived at the school to see his nephew bleeding and whimpering he realized the mistake. Vinny had gotten beat up, not the other way.
“What happened, bud? Who did this to you?” Eddie was gonna fuck a kid up, he was gonna scalp someones son. He was going to absolutely annihilate some random ass boy.
His nephew whimpers, using the back of his hand to wipe away a fresh tear as Eddie takes a gentle hand to assess the damage. “L/n….”
Eddie was gonna kill this L/n punk. “What’d he do? He been bullying you?”
“You must be Mr. Harrington.” A saccharine voice fills the air, drawing his attention up to an older woman with narrowed eyes.
“No, I’m Vinny’s uncle actually. Eddie Munson.” He introduces himself, holding out a hand which the woman glares at, and he realizes then that he was still covered in grease. So he pulls his hand back, embarrassed and nervous. “Sorry about that, rushed from work-”
“Never mind that. Let’s go.” The teacher nods her head. “You too Vincent.”
Eddie, now partially annoyed by the use of his nephews full name in such a tone, grabs his hand into his own and follows the old bat into the office where two more three more figures sit. The sight before him makes him stop, blinking slowly as a heat crosses his skin.
Was he blushing? Shit, he was.
Sat in the chair is the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with a small baby in her lap and a small girl softly crying sitting on the edge of the chair, hiding half her face in the womans shoulder.
“Have a seat Mr. Minson.” The old bat snaps, moving around the desk to sit in the cushioned chair.
“Munson.” Eddie corrects, sitting in the chair beside yours while trying to keep it cool. Vinny takes the arm of the chair, holding onto some of the fabric of Eddie’s jumpsuit tightly. The woman blatantly ignores him as she shuffles around some of the papers on her desk. So Eddie turns to you slowly, holding out his hand again. “Eddie Munson.”
“Y/n L/n.” You smile, taking his hand in your own. “I am so sorry about your son-”
“I prefer the parents not to talk until I explain.” Old bat snaps out making Eddie sit up straighter. “I brought you both in here because it seems that Motley has violently assaulted Vinn-”
“ASSAULTED?! They are 5!” You snap out as the girl, Motley, begins crying which leads the little baby in your lap to start crying as well. And right on cue Vinny himself starts crying.
“Woah woah woah.” Eddie starts, pulling his nephew closer. “Bud, why don’t you explain what happened here?”
“She hit me!”
“He pushed me!”
“And then she bit me!”
“He pulled my hair!”
“Okay, ease it up.” You sigh, rubbing Motley’s back in soothing circles. “I am so sorry about your son, and I will totally get if you’re upset but they are 5 and I don’t really know about the assault word-”
“Miss. L/n.” Old bat interrupts but Eddie shakes his head. He will just handle this just as Nancy liked to parent.
“What can make this better, huh Vinny? Like your dad always says, an apology?”
“Y-yeah….” Vinny whimpers which makes Eddie smile and imitate the whimper voice. “Yeah?”
“Do you think you can apologize, Motley?” You ask and Motley sticks out her tongue to Vinny. Eddie tries to hold in his laugh at this, the little metal head was not backing down. “Motley.”
“Fine. I’m sorry Vincent.” She snaps out. “But the next time you pull my hair-”
“I think we got it.” Eddie laughs, picking his nephew up. “Let’s go get some ice cream and forget all about it.”
He smiles at the principal before tearing out of the room, keeping Vinny held above the ground as he rushes out of the school. He is rushing too fast to hear you calling behind him, until they make it out of the school.
“Wait! Sir-” He turns, blushing wildly as he attempts a smile. You smile back, still holding the little baby in your arms and Motleys hand. “I am so sorry about all of that. Motley has been a bit…. Aggressive since her dad left. How about we all go get ice cream and it’ll be on me today?”
And then Eddie, as terrible as it is, gets excited. That meant your single, single and very pretty. So he smiles. “Sounds metal to me.”
The giggle that escaped Motley makes him happy.
Soon enough Eddie found his entire world wrapped around his three ladies. You, the little 5 year old named Motley and the little baby Ziggy. (Both named after rock music. You don’t like it then name em something else.)
His life did an entire tilt and he found himself going from the freak to being ‘Daddy Eddie’ as his girls liked to call him.
-
“Lemme get the straight.” Eddie starts, holding up one finger and leaning back as he takes in the scene before him, Motley covered head to toe in flour and smiling from ear to ear. “The bag of flour just happened to knock down from the shelf and fall on you?”
“Yup.” The girl nods, still smiling.
“And you don’t know how the step stool got there?”
“It was there when I walked by.” She shrugs.
“I see. And you didn’t know that we hid the cookies on that shelf?”
“You do?!” She feigns shock, bringing both hands up to slap her cheeks. “What a coincidently.”
“Yeahhhhh. What a coincidently.” He imitates, bringing his own hands up to slap his cheeks in shock, trying very hard not to laugh at this entire thing. From her covered in flour, or her grammar and especially not the innocent act. Do not laugh. Do not laugh.
“Motley! What did you do?!” You cry, coming into the kitchen in the pajama shorts Eddie loved so much, to see your daughter covered in your flour.
You had both been in bed…..snuggling….. When you heard the sound of bowls falling.
“I am innocent!” Motley cries, waving her hands like she truly could not believe you would think it was her.
“She’s innocent!” Eddie follows, doing the same as her. “Tell her you want a lawyer, Mot.”
“Motley, do not-”
“I want a lawn mower!” She snaps out before you could warn her away from it. The room falls silent for a second after her words slip out and both you and Eddie try to control yourselves, but before you know it you are cracking up.
Tears springing from your eyes as you cackle, Eddie finds himself using one arm to lean against the wall as his other arm holds his ribs, pained to be laughing so hard.
“What’s so funny?” Motley asks, a puff of flour blowing out as she giggles herself which just sends you and Eddie into yet another laughing fit. “Mama! Daddy Eddie!”
“What Mot?” You laugh, swiping the tears from your eyes.
“You’re being mean!”
“Aww, we’re sorry Motty.” Eddie coos, moving closer as you do as well. Before she knows it you are both launching to hug and kiss at her, covering both of you with flour as she giggles and screams to escape.
Eddie steals her another cookie before you take her to the bathroom to shower her off, you both lay with her to read for bed before you lead him back to your room, taking a shower together before going to bed yourselves.
-
Eddie was completely at peace, laying on the couch after a long day at work, with Ziggy laying on his chest slobbering all over his shirt. Motley laid on his legs, her head shoved between his hip and the couch as she snored away.
They were sick, and you were in the kitchen making some chicken soup. Eddie had been in charge of getting them showered and ready for dinner, the only problem was the steam from the shower had cleared their noses which meant about 10 minutes of getting them both to blow into a tissue. And by the time that was done all their energy was gone, so he led them to the couch to lay with them and try to ease their whimpers.
They passed out soon after and he was trapped in a pile of heat from their fevers and their slobbering snores. But he was at ease right here, their warmth making him just as tired. One hand rubbing Ziggy’s back while making sure she didn’t roll off his chest while the other hand slowly rubbed Motley's scalp.
Before he knew it he slowly began falling asleep himself, and by the time he woke up he felt your fingers rubbing his forehead very very softly, a small smile playing on your lips.
“Do you want me to grab them?” You whisper, which makes him shake his head.
“Let em sleep, they don’t feel good.” He whispers back, turning bleary eyes to Ziggy who was currently crawling her way up his chest, she whimpers and whines until she is able to put her mouth around his nose. The gums touch his skin as she sucks on his nose, and he laughs slowly. “Apparently she is teething too.”
“I’ll go grab her ice pack.” You laugh, moving to the kitchen to grab it as Motley wakes up.
“Daddy…. I hurt.” She whines and he nods, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the couch to give her room to get up, she does and quickly crawls until her head is in his lap.
“You want some soup? Huh pretty girl? Maybe we can listen to Elvis before bed.” He offers, watching a small smile break out on her face that she tries to hide. Eddie teases her by leaning to see it and laughing when she covers her mouth. Then he pulls out the big guns, taking up the Elvis voice as he stares at her. “Let’s go eat some soup sweetie pie.”
“Hunka hunka burning love!” She giggles, jumping up to dash to the kitchen, when she passes you she nearly knocks you over but you manage to lean out of the way just in time.
“What’s the rush?”
“Promised her Elvis after dinner.” Elvis was the king of rock, which albeit wasn’t the rock that Eddie liked, but Motley had grown overly obsessed with him lately and he was cool with that. Anything his girl wanted.
-
Blurb song inspo hereeeee .
The opening of King Creole began, Motley stood on yours and Eddie's bed wearing his sunglasses and his leather jacket. She held a ukulele he had found from a garage sale, and thought it was the perfect size for her to play guitar.
Ziggy stood on the ground, using his nightstand to help herself stand as she swung her butt up and down to the music.
Eddie stood by the bed, with his guitar in both hands as Elvis Presley's song blasted through the speaker, wearing his newer leather jacket and a random pair of shades he found on the dresser that he was sure belonged to you. Motley giggles loudly as Eddie sings the lyrics, playing his guitar to it as Motley pretends to play guitar as well.
You were at the store and Eddie was supposed to be practicing for his gig coming up, and when you left he had Ziggy set up in her little play crib before Motley came in with the leather jacket on. One thing led to another and they all were playing along.
“There’s a man in New Orleans who plays rock n roll!” Eddie sings, leaning in at the same time Motley does so their noses press together and then leaning back as she does and shimmying their shoulders.
They sing and scream, dancing along as you pull back into the driveway. When you come in to get his help to carry in the groceries you are surprised by the loud music, even more surprised by the Elvis playing with the Metal twist to it.
“Eds?” You call from the door, watching both him and your daughter shimmy their butts to you as they sing before you lean and stop the music which makes them both twist quickly to find you.
“MAMA!” Motley cries, excitement crossing her face as she whips his glasses off, dropping the ukelele on the bed and launching into your arms. “Daddy Eddie was teaching me guitar!”
“I see that.” You laugh, keeping a hold of her as you lean to kiss Eddie, laughing when you see him in a pair of overly feminine glasses. “Nice look baby.”
“I thought they were very metal.” He laughs, kissing your lips softly, holding your jaw before Motley groans out a ‘ewwwww’.
“Did you like the music?” You laugh, looking down at her. “Even Daddy’s guitar.”
“He made the song better!” She laughs before you set her down.
“Go get ready. We are having Vinny and his parents over.” At your words she groans, rolling her eyes which makes Eddie laugh out and reach a ringed hand to pull one of her pigtails lightly.
“What’s with the attitude, pretty girl? Your rock n’ roll career is already getting to you?” He laughs, leaning to kiss her cheek before sliding off his jacket, moving to pick Ziggy up and make his way down the hall as his baby girl giggles happily.
“I hateeeee Vinny.” Motley groans, following behind and snatching the chain that hangs from his pants to slow him down. “Daddy Eddie, pweaseeee.”
“Ohhhh, not the puppy eyes!” He whines, looking up to the ceiling.
“No!” You call, covering her eyes. “Not this time.”
-
Eddie sat on the floor of the living room with his back to the couch, water dripping from his hair onto his exposed chest as Motley sat behind him taking a brush through his hair over and over. He wore a towel around his hips, keeping him covered waist down but all his tattoos exposed as rubbed lotion on them, allowing Motley to have fun playing makeover with his hair.
You sat near him, your feet in his lap as you read through a book you have promised yourself you would finish for months now.. Ziggy played with her toy blocks near as well, babbling along to the movie that played on the tv.
Nights like this were perfect, no hustle and bustle and he got to spend time with his favorite girls.
He rubbed some lotion on the bat tattoos, not really paying attention to what was happening around him only to be interrupted by a sharp gasp falling from your lips. Instantly he is sitting up grunting a bit when the brush Motley was holding puls his hair.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Ziggy is-” But he already sees her, wobbling as she tries to stand without using anything to help her, blabbering quickly. Excitement courses through him as he sits up, Motley giggling behind him.
It takes her a moment but she stands, turning to you and Eddie with a tiny smile. “Come here. Come of Stardust.”
Eddie coos gently and Ziggy wobbles, moving to take a step before landing on her butt.
“It’s okay. It’s okay baby. Try again.” You coo, reaching your arms out. Ziggy giggles and picks herself up again, and once again she tries to take a step. Then, still giggling, she walks.
Clumsy and heavy, she takes step after step until she falls into Eddie’s arms while everyone coos around her.
“Da-Ed-ay.” She giggles and Eddie’s heart stops. Oh my god.
“Did she just….” He gasps out as you tear up beside him.
“Mix your name and daddy as her first word. Indeed she did.” You laugh, moving forward to kiss his cheek as he pulls Ziggy in to kiss her face all over.
“THAT’S MY GIRL!”
-
Eddie was beginning to get a little pissed off, his body thrumming with it as he watches his girls very closely. He keeps a firm hold on the neck of his guitar to fight the urge to punch someone in the face.
That someone was Gareth.
His band hadn’t had much exposure to kids, he knew this. The closest any of them had been to a kid was Jeff’s sister and she was only 2 years younger than her brother. So when Eddie had introduced his girls to them they hadn’t really known what to do. But he assumed they would get used to it by now.
But his friends hadn’t. In Fact they did nothing but complain when Eddie showed up to band rehearsal with Ziggy on his arm and Motley's hand held within his own. She twisted his rings around, smiling from ear to ear when they walked up to the boys.
Motley had been worried and had taken far too long to pick an outfit since she wanted to look as cool as Daddy Eddie and his friends. She ended up choosing the Hellfire shirt Dustin had made for her 6th birthday and his older jacket, she even let him braid her hair. And when they walked up she gave them a well rehearsed devil look, even sticking her tongue out just like Eddie does whenever she is throwing a fit.
The only problem was Gareth and Paul both groaned outwardly, Jeff was the only one that seemed to try and smile, shaking his hand in an awkward wave. Eddie, now irritated and tense simply explains “Y/n had to go and help Nancy with something, I offered to take the angels.”
“Of course you did.” Paul scoffs, turning to grab a beer from the fridge with Gareth and Jeff in tow. Eddie bends down so he was level with Motley, rubbing her arm.
“Don’t take those geeks to heart, yeah? They’re just nervous. You scare them.” He smiles which makes her smile.
“It’s okay Daddy Eddie. Papa never liked when I bothered him either. We’ll stay out of the way.” She shrugs, kissing his cheek and taking her chalk set to the sidewalk before he places Ziggy on the couch.
The papa comment unnerved him and he was already defensive. He didn’t like that they were in a situation that they could remotely compare to their deadbeat dad. It made him sad.
They start practicing, but soon enough Motley is running up and dancing around in the garage as they play. “PLAY TIFFANY!”
“Whose that?” Jeff asks, covered in sweat.
“Please tell me it’s not that teenager that sings ‘I think we’re-’” Just as Gareth starts groaning, Motley begins singing and dancing to it.
‘Ithinkwe’realonenow. There doesn’t seem to be anyone around!”
“Stop stop stop!” Paul snaps. “This is band practice. You can’t just-”
“I think we should play it.” Jeff smiles. “You have the tape Eddie?”
Of course he had the tape, it was Motley's favorite song at the moment. So, with a deep sigh since he already knew he would get shit for it he pulls the tape from his pocket, holding it in the air between two fingers.
Gareth sighs, snatching it from him and taking it to the stereo system.
An hour later and many snide comments, Eddie was about to lose it. Motley had, at some point, gotten a little upset and chose to sit on the couch with Ziggy who was beginning to get whiny and sad. She hadn’t napped all day and Eddie knew it was time to call it a day before he punched one of his friends.
“I think I’m gonna get the little ones home.” He mumbles, grabbing the tape from the speaker and putting it in the case as he looks over to where his girls were. Ziggy had her pre-cry face on and Motley was half asleep in the cushions. Eddie shuddered at the thought of how many times Gareth had sex on that thing.
“Next time don’t bring the rugrats and we can practice actual music.” Gareth scoffs and that tight string in Eddie finally snapped. He pushes closer to his friend, getting in his face as one hand snatches itself in his shirt tightly and in a threatening way, his other hand holding the tape up to his friend's face.
“THIS IS MUSIC!” He screams, eyes wild before he shoves his friend back and takes a deep breath, turning to where his daughters sit. “Come on, pretty babies. Let’s go make dinner.”
He scoops Ziggy up, then Motley, casting one more glare to his friends before walking off.
-
“I cannot believe they would be such assholes. To MY nieces.” Steve scoffs, hands on his hips as he stands next to Eddie. Tonight was the school recital, so both of them were dressed up to attend.
Steve had dressed himself in a button up with a nice sweater, making sure to match Nancy who was carrying their 3rd kid, the blue of the dress making her light up. Meanwhile Eddie chose a button up with his leather jacket, or well Motley had demanded he wear the leather jacket because it was a part of the look.
You, as per usual, looked truly stunning. He made sure to keep a hand on your hip or the small of your back to make sure everyone knew you were with him, that’s right. Eddie the freak munson had the hottest woman around and two of the prettiest and most talented daughters in the world.
“That’s what I’m saying!” Eddie sighs. “Talking to my girls like that?”
“They are just jackasses who can’t even play guitar.” Steve scoffs once more, looking past Eddie to check the door. “Ah, there they are. DUSTIN! ERICA!”
Dustin spots them, smiling as he holds Erica’s hand and shuffles closer to them. “Is Mike coming?”
“No. He has a date to make El jealous.” Nancy laughs.
“Where is El tonight?”
“Going out with Max.” Nancy explains, and Eddie feels you tense under his hand. He casts you a quick look to make sure you’re okay, watching Ziggy lay her head on your chest as she plays with your necklace.
“You good?”
“Yup.” Your answer is clipped, and Ziggy lifts her head up to copy you with a ‘yupyup.’
“Where’s Lucas?” Steve asks Erica, leaning to kiss her forehead.
“He had an away game. Asked us to film it.”
“Then asked me to stop dating his sister.” Dustin laughs which makes Steve and Eddie break out in their own fit of laughter.
“Da-Ed-ay.” Ziggy giggles, reaching for him so he grabs her quickly, kissing her lips to make her happy.
“I’m sorry? Did she just mix daddy and Eddie?” Steve gasps and Eddie shrugs.
“I’m telling ya, my girls are geniuses.” He smiles, leading you into the auditorium so watch Motley's recital.
He sits with Ziggy on his lap, holding your hand tightly in his own as Steve pulls out a camera and squats in the aisle to film everything.
Motley and Vinny come up to do their dance, the audience laughing loudly when Motley steps on Vinnys foot after he tries to trip her. They both blush, Vinny takes a bow and Motley holds up a rock sign, which makes Eddie cheer loudly and stand up to yell for her.
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Song Inspo for this blurb hereeeeee
“Aruba, Jamaica, ooo I wanna take her.” Eddie sings, holding Ziggy on his shoulders easily as he dances with you. The Hawaiian shirt you picked out for him is light on his skin as the sun beats down on you both, the sweat from the day sticking to him.
This was the fourth of July celebration, everyone in the group met at the beach to enjoy the day…… which meant Steve had shown up at 4 am to save the spot. Eddie had already applied sunscreen onto Motley and Ziggy twice, you had done it three times and you both were still scared that the girls would burn.
You had gotten Ziggy the cutest toddler beach outfit, that included a purple swimsuit; hat; and sunglasses. And his baby girl looked absolutely rocking.
Then Motley got her very own swimsuit, inspired by her favorite artist of the time Tiffany, and Eddie (who had been practicing braiding hair for weeks, your scalp was sore.) had put her hair into two pleats that she had proudly shown to her Aunt Robin who had spent the next 30 minutes complimenting her favorite niece.
“Daddy Eddie! Come swim!” She yells out, running up to him. “Puh-lease!”
Now here was the problem, Eddie hated showing his abdomen in front of his friends. It was easy for Steve, who liked to say the scarring was Tom Cruise's amount of cool. Eddie however had never shown them how disgusting his scars were.
“Daddy daddy daddy.” She calls, jumping up and down as Vinny dashes past to get to Dustin. “We’re gonna play chicken and I need my daddy.”
“Maybe Uncle Lucas can help you.” He mumbles, squatting down with Ziggy still on his shoulders, the toddler pulling at his hair sharply as she blubbers.
“I don’t want Uncle Lucas. I want my daddy! Only you can help me!” She cries, grabbing his arms. His heart melts, and he tries to smile.
“Okay pretty girl. Let me get Ziggy settled.” He sighs and she lights up, dashing to go tell Vinny as Eddie moves to hand you Ziggy.
“I’m gonna help El set out the food. Be careful.” You mumble, leaning to kiss his lips before moving to the table as Ziggy waves over your shoulder. Eddie takes his shirt off, rubbing his abdomen in worry as he makes his way to the water where Motley now stood.
“See?! My daddy has cool ass scars because he’s awesome and he’s gonna kick your slimy little ass.” Motley brags to Dustin, who stares at her with wide eyes that make Eddie laugh.
“Language, pretty girl.”
“Sorry.” She blushes, turning back to Dustin. “My daddy has sick scars and he’s gonna beat your toothless ass.”
“Woah.”
And suddenly Eddie felt a little better about his scars, smiling from ear to ear as he lifted Motley up, dashing into the water to help her win a game of chicken.
-
Thanksgiving was spent at yours and Eddies house, after hours in the kitchen and a quick fit from Motley you had fully prepped the table.
Now everyone sat around it, trying not to laugh as Dustin tries to convince you to eat the mac n cheese he made, practically shoving the spoon in your mouth.
“No! I eat that and I die!” You laugh, slapping the spoon away.
“Who would take care of the kids?” Jonathan gasps in fake astonishment. “Me right?”
“You’d only get the kids if Lucas died.” You shrug which makes Lucas smile in triumph.
“I knew it-”
“And you only get my girls if Erica dies.” Eddie interrupts. “And that’s if Dustin is dead.”
A laugh tears from your throat as Dustin claps, but you’re quick to stop him. “And that’s if Steve is dead.”
“And if Steve has them then Nancy is dead.” Eddie laughs.
“Who has to die for me to get them?!” Mike asks, face red and puffy. El laughs and Max rolls her eyes.
“Let me guess, if Nancy has them then I am dead?” Max scoffs, and you go a bit tense.
“Well in this entire hypothesis that means I am dead, so that’s a bit mean.” Eddie giggles. “Because if my girl is dead then they go to me.”
“No they wouldn’t.” Max laughs, which makes the table go a little quiet. “They’d go to their dad.”
“What?” Eddie asks as Motley giggles out a “PAPA!”
He turns to you, eyes wide. “That true?”
“Technically yes.” You mumble out, looking extremely guilty. “But only because-”
Eddie doesn’t want to hear anymore, he slams his silverware down and storms down the hall, slamming the door loudly.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry-” Max starts, only to have you glare at her and move to grab Ziggy.
-
It had been a week since Eddie talked to you, he slept on the couch and only talked to the girls. The only communication he had with you was through the girls, and that was it.
He made them pancakes, and took them to school and daycare.
Right now he sat in Ziggys nursery as he tried to get her ready for the day, her only in a diaper as he sat in front of her.
“Aw, come on. Gimme a smile, little baby.” He coos, wiggling his shoulders. “It’s such a cute dress and you know you want to wear it. Huh?”
“No, Da-Ed-ay.” She giggles. “Wuv yu.”
“Aww. I wuv yu too.” He laughs. “In fact I love you THIS MUCH!”
He opens his arms out wide which makes her giggle. “How much do you love me?”
“Dis Muck.” She giggles, opening her own arms wide.
“Our arms are open, we gotta hug.” He laughs, pulling her in quickly which makes her scream and giggle, pushing him away as he kisses her stomach over and over.
“PAPA IS HERE!” Motley screams from the living room which makes Eddie whip his head around to the door that had been closed.
What?
“MOMMY! MOMMY MOMMY! IT’S PAPA!”
Eddie stands up quickly, Ziggy in his arms as he swings the door open, meeting your shocked face as you come up the stairs.
“Did she say-?” He starts.
“I’m hoping not.” But as you are saying it there is a knock on the front door. So Eddie makes his way to the living room with Ziggy in his arms as you run to catch Motley before she answers the door.
Choosing to do it yourself, Eddie watches with his heart in his stomach as the door swings open and he is met with-
No.Fucking. Way.
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ITS OBVIOUS
Pairing: Eddie munson x reader
Summary: you had a crush on your oblivious best friend, but Dustin tells you its obvious you like him
Warnings: none
"Ok, ok fine! I'll tell you" I sighed in frustration.
Dustin had been pestering me to tell him who I liked for weeks now, ever since I blurted out the words 'no, i like someone else' ages ago he's made it his job to find out who it was.
"Who! Who! Tell me oh my god" he giggled
I didnt want to say it out loud, incase anyone heard, we were in the library so it wouldn't be hard for anyone to hear the loud Henderson's cheers.
I ripped a piece of paper from one of my books and wrote down the name:
Eddie
I slid the peice of paper towards the curly headed boy watching a smirk grow on his face
"I know" he said
"What?" I questioned him
"I've known for ages" he laughed
"How long!" I whisper shouted
"Since the beginning of the year" Dustin shrugged
"I didnt even know then!" I rubbed my forehead.
"Well you make it quite obvious" if the boy had glasses, he would've pushed them up, but he doesn't so he just scrunched his nose
"Obvious! Do I? Does he know? He cant know, oh god" I throw my head back and groan
"Calm down. It's not that bad, I would just tell him" he suggested
"Tell him, have you gone mad? That's the dumbest thing you've ever said" I glared at him
"He might like you too, it's not the worst idea in the world"
My mind wondered off to how in the hell this boy knows. And although he is a genius, if he was able to figure it out even before I did, was anybody else able to. Does anybody else know? Gareth? Mike? Lucas? Eddie?
"I'm never going to tell him, he cant know, so don't. tell. Him." I state, but seeing the boy smile. I start to regret telling him.
"I won't" I dont trust him.
"Promise?" I warned
"I promise" he placed his hand over his heart and smiled sweetly
I sighed in distress as the bell went
~~~
"Ok, just act normal" Dustin said as we walked into the cafeteria, already seeing all the boys at the table, conversing.
"Normal? Do you even know me Dusty? I'm literally the opposite of normal" I furrowed my eyebrows
"Well then just be yourself" he replied
Be yourself, I repeated in my head.
Be yourself
Be yourself
Be yourself
"Hello, Henderson. Y/n" Eddie greeted with a welcoming smile.
"Hi guys!" Dustin waved while I tightly smiled to them.
That's not being myself. Laugh, you laugh all the time, that's normal for you, laugh.
I awkwardly laughed out loud. Far out
"What's so funny?" Gareth asked
"Huh? Oh I dont know" I sat down in my spot, the left of Eddie. All the boys look confused but just go back to talking like always
"So, Y/n. How was your weekend?" Eddie asked me.
"It was ok, I guess" I shrugged and stuffed my face in with some fries
"Are you ok?" He questioned
"Just fine, thanks"
"Ok then" he just nodded with a disappointed look on his face. I felt a bit bad.
I hadn't acted like this before, i think it's just knowing that other than me, someone else definitely knows my secret, and knowing that the other might know scared me. But if he did know, why wouldn't he say anything. Not even to reject me?
"Hey!" I missed in pain as I felt Dustin kick my under the table
'Normal' he mouthed. 'Talk to him, dont ignore him'
I sighed.
"How's your weed?" I blurt out as I turn to the long haired boy.
"What?" He said confused
"Uh, the weeds. Outside your trailer, have you gotten them out yet?" I panicked
"There is no weeds? Are you sure you're ok. Do you need to go to the nurse's office?" He pushed his fringe away from his eyes.
"I'm ok" I looked down at my clammy hands
He nodded his head, not fully believing me, but dropping the subject.
~~~
"What the hell was that?, you call that being yourself?" Dustin practically laughed.
"I got nervous" I whined, putting my head in my hands.
"You've been hiding it for ages, just do what you've been doing" he suggested
"Its not that easy"
~~~
"Woah, he said that" Dustin stared wide eyed at me.
"Yeah"
Eddie and I had a fight yesterday, I said I couldn't go to the campaign due to some family shit and he told me he didn't want me and he would've preferred someone like Chrissy there instead.
Obviously that upset me, do I got up and walked out of the cafeteria. He followed after me, saying it was a joke and he didnt mean it but it still hurt. I wasn't as pretty as someone like Chrissy, so when he said he preferred her, my mind went straight to calling myself 'ugly'
"Why do you hate me?" I questioned Eddie
"What- I- I dont hate you" he stuttered
"Well it seems like you do" I crossed my arms in defense.
"I'm sorry" he apologised
"So tell me why you hate me" I cried out
"I don't" he defended
"Well you don't like me" I looked down and let out a big breath go
"Well I-"
"Make up your mind" I cut him off before walking away from him, showing him that I'm no longer interested in talking any more than that.
I turned a corner and let myself sink down against the wall. Shutting my eyes tightly and letting a hot tear roll down my cheek. a bit dramatic, I know.
"Y/n, I know it hurt you but I dont think he really meant it in a rude way, it was just a joke" Dustin reasoned
"Yeah well there was really no reason for that, all I did was say I couldn't go to the game tonight. I didn't say anything other than that" I shook my head.
"Just talk it out. I'm sure he doesn't really prefer Chrissy"
"Well I dont exactly want to talk to him right now" I responded
"Ok, well take your time" he patted my back for comfort
~~~
I walked out to my mailbox, my father had been too lazy to get up so he yelled out for me to do it for him.
I opened it to find a few letters. One marked for mum, another one for my dad, and another letter.
A letter with a the name Y/n written messily. It wasn't in an envelope, so if mustn'tve been important, or not formal, to say the least.
I walked inside the house and put the letters down on the coffee table, the letter addressed to me still in my grasp. I quickly walked in my room and shut the door. Jumping on my bed and unfolded the letter.
It was really messy, and a lot was scribbled out. but I could read some of it.
Y/n
I am sorry ------------------ i really want you to know i didnt mean what I said, I guess --------------- upset --------------------. You ------------ to me. I care --------- a lot. This whole fight was stupid, and I'm really sorry I had to say it in a letter and not in person. I guess, what I'm trying to say is that I didnt mean it and --------------------------- I'm sorry.
Even if I couldn't understand some of it, I understood where he was going.
So I decided to write one to him.
I spent over an hour deciding what to write and scribbling things out.
By the end of it, I had basically wrote him an essay. I didn't want to send it. But I felt like it had to be said.
~~~
"Hey" Eddie awkwardly greeted as he saw me outside the school. He was leaning on the brick wall like he was waiting for me, with a joint between his fingers.
"Hi" I said as I avoided eye contact. He took a hit from the joint and stepped onto it as he dropped it on the ground outside the front doors of the school.
"So, How are you" he stood tall, pressing up against me as a way to push past the people in the hallway
"I'm ok. You?" I looked around anxiously
"I'm fine. I got your letter, it meant a lot to me, it really did, and I want you to know I'm really sorry" he announced
"Thanks, that's means a lot" I smiled tightly, trying to put this all at ease
"Tell him" I see Dustin mouth in my direction
"No" I said out loud at him
"Sorry?" Eddie turned to me and raised an eyebrow
"Sorry, I just thought of something" I shook my head sheepishly and looked down at my moving feet
"That's ok, so um-" he started
"Look I should really go, I have some things I have to get to before class" I lied. I was trying to avoid him, I just knew I would blurt another thing out and embarrass myself even more.
"Oh- okay then, I'll speak to you later then- I guess" he whispered as I started backing away from him
~
I watched him as he talked. They way his jaw moved as he spoke. The way his nose flared as someone cut him off, the way he would play with his rings as he waited, or the way he slightly stuck his tongue out in concentration. I loved it when he did all those. It was like a show that I could watch all day and never get tired of.
But it was different when it was just for me.
He stood in front of me as I stared at him in awe, It was in between a class, but it was ok, cause I had a free period which I usually just spend in the library.
"Y/n, are you listening to me?" He snapped his fingers in front of my face
"Sorry? What did you say?" My body shook out of my body, nervous and a messy state as he probably caught me.
"I was asking if you wanted to maybe hang out later?" He asked politely, with a small smile on his face
"Well I dont really, you know I don't do drugs or smoke so-"
"No! No- that's, that's not what I meant, or implied I meant just hang out in general, like friends do" he explained
Like friends
"Like friends do...I'll think about it" I spoke softly and smiled
"Ok, well I'm free tonight, or the next, and the next, I'm free whenever basically, you know I'm not mister popular around here so" he chuckled. I laughed along.
"You're telling me, freak" some jock said as he walked passed
"He's a dickhead, you're not a freak" I beamed at him before I turned around and went to library.
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"Jeez, Dusty, it's like you're everywhere" I breathed out a chuckle
"Have you told him yet" he asked
"No, Dusty, I haven't, and I never will, he doesn't like me so just forget it" I groaned as he sat next to me
"You dont know that, there's a chance he does" he smiled widely
"And there's a the more possible chance that he doesn't, now just stop, I regret telling you so much" I said, banging my head on the table over and over again
"Come on, I haven't told anyone! Stop worrying! We keep having this conversation and it's going to go nowhere unless you say something to him, when no body is around and it's just you two, tell him" he pleaded
"Dustin, I don't think you understand, I don't want him to know, and even if I told him it will go nowhere cause he doesn't like me" I stood up and gathered my things
"You dont know that! For all we know he could" he stood up as well
"COULD! he COULD! that's the problem, he doesn't like me, but he COULD! if he does, he should tell me but he's not so he doesn't. Thank you, Dustin, for trying to cheer me up but it's not helping and it's not working so just stop. He could never like someone like me when there's people out there like Chrissy!" I cry out, the librarian looks furious and the people around us looks annoyed, but Dustin just stares at me in a guilty manner. But I noticed his eyes weren't exactly set on me.
My eyes grew wide as I heard a painfully familiar voice
"Who doesnt like you?" They asked
"YOU" Dustin yelled out at him
Fuck.
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There might be a part 2, if you want so just tell me.
This kinda based on something that happened with me a few days ago so. 🤣
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hopper knows best - jim hopper
summary: after the reader comes back from a bit of late night partying with some friends, she gets into an argument
hopper x adopted daughter [i don’t do the romantic hopper x reader stuff though, sorry \:]
you open the door as quietly as possible peeping your head in and around for any sign of hopper or your sister, jane, or el, as she prefers. once noticing that the coast is clear, you open the the door and slip inside, trying to close the door as quietly as possible again, scrunching your nose when as the rest of it creaks shut.
after closing it you let out a breath of relief assuming that your dad, hopper, finally gave up in waiting for you to get back and just went to sleep. you locked the door and took off your boots walking into the kitchen for a glass of water. you're stumbling of course due to the heavy drinking you did at the party with your friends.
you reach into the cupboard for a glass before filling it with water from the sink when you hear a light switch flip on behind you.
“heard there was a noise complaint, from mrs. ottensburg. y'know over on cunningham.” hopper states, “big group of kids partying, drinking, blasting music next door.” you quickly sober up as you hear him pull out a chair and sit down at the table.
“you wouldn't know anything about that, right?” he asks. as you try to form words in your mouth you hear his shuffling and then a lighter.
“uhm-”
“i thought we agreed on no more partying.” hopper says sighing. “who said i was there?” you ask boldly turning around.
“oh cut the bullshit y/n, you're gonna tell me that you weren't out the partying with the same kids you walk to school with, coming home drunk, smelling like alcohol?” he says clearly raising his voice.
“okay, i'm not drunk-”
“oh yeah sure. want me to make you walk in a line?” he asks.
“fuck you.” you say clearly pissed. “i’m 17 hopper.”
“i don't care, 17 is not grown y/n. how did you even get home anyway?” you freeze, with your lips spread apart slightly, thinking of what to say.
he furrows his brows, sighing. “please tell me you didn't walk home at 2 in the morning alone..”
‘well at least he cares.’
“well, how’d you get home then?” he asks “uh.”
“go on.” fuck you were about to get grounded for life for the next words that came out of your mouth.
“i got a ride home..” you say nervously. “from?” he asks curiously.
“ryder and his friends.” you say brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and crossing your arms across your chest.
“RYDER?-” he asks yelling before quickly shutting himself up. “i swear to god i warned that kid.. that's it. i'm gonna kill him.” hopper says.
“you what?” you ask practically breaking your neck to turn and look at him. “hopper did you threaten him?!” you ask walking closer.
“don't turn this around on me, what you think you can get out of this conversation easily?” he asks standing up from his seat.
“y/n you've gone overboard this time,” he says as you sit down in the chair across from where he was, “how do you think your dad would feel about this?” he asks.
“don't hopper. you know how i feel when you bring him into this stuff.” you warn.
ever since your dad died on the police team, the only reason hopper took you in was because he made him a promise. they were best friends, and he knew that you didn’t have anyone left.
“y/n.” he says “you know i try my best to look after you.”
“yeah i know.”
“well then you should know it doesn't help when you go out and do these things and then come home early in the morning.”
“well i'm a teenager hopper, i don't know what you expect.” you say with tears in your eyes not looking at him.
“y/n. i just want you safe.” he says leaning on the table. he looks over to you noticing that you're not budging.
“look, i love you kiddo, i wanna protect you, and i want you to have a normal teenage experience but i want you safe to-” he's cut off by you wrapping your arms around him, hugging him tighter than ever. he smiles at the sight, wrapping his arms around you back.
“i'm sorry.” you mumble against his chest. “it's okay, just be more careful.” he says as he kisses the top of your head.
“you're not actually gonna kill ryder.. right?” you ask.
“still debating.”
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stitching patches onto eddies vest for him bc the baby pricked his fingers one too many times😭🥺
Oh my god YES! 1000 times YES! This is unedited, please forgive any mistakes. I was very excited to write this haha.
Eddie Munson x Reader
Warnings: Needles, slight mention of blood, flirting, fluff
Reader helps Eddie sew patches onto his vest - Oneshot
Your man is more mature than he lets on. He cooks himself dinner and washes his dishes and tidies the kitchen on most days. He pulls the bedspread up to make his bed appear made, and he, with help from you, changes his sheets once a month if not more.
He cracks good jokes but knows when to stop, and if he offends you? He's apologizing profusely. You're the last person he wants to hurt.
He takes care of his Uncle Wayne, and he clears the cigarette butts and beer cans after his uncle drinks or smokes too much. Eddie cleans the clothes -- he even buys the fancy detergent on occasion.
But . . .
"Son of a fucking BITCH!" Eddie exclaims, startling you. "Fuckin' DAMMIT!"
"What!?" you ask, looking up from your history textbook. "What's wrong!?"
His finger is bleeding, small droplets running down his skin.
"What did you--"
Oh. He's sewing again. Bless him, he tries, he really does, and most of the time it comes out looking awesome, but today he's scattered. He can barely sit still. Earlier, before you told him to calm down, he was talking a million miles an hour about god knows what.
"Here, give me that, Eds," you say, setting your textbook to the side and holding your hands out to take his jean vest from him. "I'll get it for you, okay? I'll finish it up."
Eddie huffs as he stands, and you know he's not frustrated with you, but it still makes you a bit tense.
"This goddamn thing. Maybe it's got enough patches," he says as he walks through the trailer to wash his hands and find a band-aid. "You bought me that one, though! You bought it for me!"
"I can get you a smaller one if you want, baby," you tell him as you pick up where he left off with careful hands.
"No, no, I want that one."
It's a Metallica patch that you found at a record store a few towns over, and Eddie had been so fucking excited when you pulled it out of your bag. He loves his Metallica.
You smile softly as he comes out of the bathroom with a bandaged finger.
"You're cute," you say, looking back down at the vest as you stitch the patch on.
Eddie hums, lying down on the couch and resting his head in your lap.
"How am I supposed to sew this if your big head is in my way?" you tease gently, running your fingers through his hair. Eddie hums. He's practically goo in your arms when you do that. His eyes flutter shut, and he looks up at you.
"You love my big head," he says, smiling. You lean down to kiss his forehead.
"I do."
The two of you sit in silence for a while before he does actually begin to fall asleep. You nudge him.
"Nuh uh. Gotta stay awake for me, loverboy. I expect payment for sewing this," you say as you finish up.
"Mm. How shall I pay you, m'lady?" he asks in a horrible British accent. You smile, pushing his bangs away from his forehead.
"What've you got?"
"I've got a dick," Eddie says. You laugh. "Aaaand I've got chocolate. And popcorn. But the first option is my personal favorite . . ."
"Dork," you say fondly. "I love you."
You tie off the thread and trim it before holding the vest up for him to look at.
"All done."
Eddie turns his head and pushes his face beneath your shirt so that he can kiss your stomach.
"Thanks, m'lady," he mumbles. You set the vest aside and set down the needle and thread.
"You're very welcome, loverboy."
"You want me to pay you, now?" he asks, smirking up at you after pulling his head out from under your shirt.
You smile, getting up and settling down on his thighs.
"Yes, please," you say sweetly as you lean down to kiss him.
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