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teach me - e.m. x fem!reader blurb
Summary: best friend!Eddie teaches inexperienced!reader how to kiss… among other things
a/n: i know this prompt has been written to exhaustion but I wanted to try putting my own little spin on it and use it as a warm up piece since I haven’t written in weeks
Cw: 18+, minors dni, kissing, making out, handjob, Eddie and reader are best friends, cuddling in the trailer, if st4 never happened
It was movie night at Eddie’s place. You always went over to the trailer on Friday’s. Eddie’s uncle, Wayne, was usually out at work, and you and Eddie never did anything more than order a pizza and check out a movie or two from Family Video.
Tonight’s movie was Pretty in Pink. Your choice, for obvious reasons, but you had to absolutely beg Eddie to watch it. You compromised by letting him choose the second movie for the night, which of course had to be a horror film.
You started the night with your movie. And once the pizza and snacks were eaten, you and Eddie had gone to lay down on the couch. You were on top of him, with your head on his chest and legs between his. You could feel the soft hum in his chest and the warmth of his body against yours.
He would absent-mindedly play with your hair or run his fingers along your back as you watched yet another Molly Ringwald movie, slowly adding itself to your collection of favorite movies.
You would make little comments here and there, like you usually do, and halfway through the movie, even Eddie had started getting into it.
“Nah babe, she should’ve ended up with Duckie,” he passionately exclaims at the scene where Andie arrives at the school dance and leaves Duckie for Blane. “And what kind of name even is Blane? It’s like, do you want your kid to be a dickhead?”
You laugh at his comment, silently agreeing.
You were sort of in a similar predicament to Andie. Well, except for the part where a popular boy takes an interest in you. But in a way, Eddie is like your Duckie. You’ve been friends for as long as you can remember and were always thick as thieves. Eddie knew you inside and out and you knew him better than anyone else.
In fact, there’s no one you can think of who could possibly take his place. There’s no one else you’d rather have movie nights or joy rides around town with than Eddie.
For some time, you’d been harboring a crush on Eddie, but you knew he couldn’t possibly feel the same way. He was your best friend, and his friendship meant way too much to you. You weren’t sure if your feelings for him would be worth the risk of losing him.
And for the time being, most of your friends already treated you like a couple, so you could at least pretend.
You continue to watch as the movie nears its end. You drag your fingertips along the fabric covering Eddie’s chest and watch as Andie goes outside and sees Blane. The shot transitions to a close up of Andie and Blane facing each other. And for a moment, they just look at each other, before moving close and just kissing each other. Their lips move swiftly and mouths connect like pieces of a puzzle. It’s hot. It’s passionate. It’s eager. You’ve never seen anything like it.
A sharp gasp escapes your lips and you tense up. Eddie feels you and turns his head toward you.
“Hey, you okay?”
You move your head from its comfortable place on his chest and look up at him, your faces inches apart.
You interlace your fingers together on the middle of his chest and prop yourself up a bit. You nod.
“You sure?” He asks, eyes cast down at you.
“Yeah,” you reply nervously. You turn your head to look back at the screen and engulf the view before you. Andie and Blane have their arms tightly wrapped around each other, like they want to be as close to each other as humanly possible. And the way they kiss is just… like they hunger for the other. Like they’re in a desert and the other person’s lips are the only source of water for miles.
“It’s just, I’ve never seen anyone kiss like that.” You furrow your brows and cock your head to the side. The vision of such a passionate kiss stirs something deep inside you that you had no idea existed until now.
Eddie lets out a breathy laugh, “You mean, a french kiss?”
You look back at him and into his eyes before timidly looking away. The credits begin to roll and you move from your place atop him to sit on the other side of the couch.
“Yeah, but like, a really… I don’t know… Aggressive one. Usually in the movies it’s like a soft kiss that only lasts for a moment or two. But that? That was like…,” you breathily explain, not even sure how to articulate what you just saw or how it made you feel.
Eddie looks at you in amused confusion. He sits up and leans forward to comfortingly run his hand along your calf.
“Do people really kiss like that?”
Eddie shrugs and nods, “Yeah, sometimes.”
Your eyes widen and your eyebrows shoot up.
Eddie chuckles, “There’s a lot of different ways to kiss, sweetheart.”
“Oh,” you gasp and look away, lost in thought.
“You’ve never been kissed like that?” Eddie asks curiously.
Now, being best friends with Eddie means he knows a lot about you, even the fact that your experience with kissing and touching is, well… minimal to say the least. And if it weren’t for Eddie’s relaxed and supportive demeanor, you probably never would have told anyone else.
“Eddie, I mean, if something like that happened to me, I’m pretty sure I’d tell you.”
Eddie’s eyebrows furrow at the thought. The vision of you kissing another boy that wasn’t him like that almost makes him sick.
“What about that kid Kenny from summer camp? Didn’t you say you guys kissed?”
You make the noise of a scoff that turns into a laugh, “Yeah, but Eddie, c’mon, that was middle school. When middle schoolers kiss, it’s just a peck on the lips, if that.”
Eddie nods and looks away for a moment. You can see the gears turning in his head, but have no idea what he might say next.
“So that’s the most you’ve ever been kissed? Just a peck?” He asks in an inquisitive tone. Like he’s not asking to make fun of her, but to get a better picture in his mind of the extent of her physical experience.
“Um, yeah I guess. When you put it like that,” you reply, shyness slowly taking over.
Sex and anything physical wasn’t exactly off limits for you and Eddie. If anything, he was probably the only person you ever felt comfortable talking about this kind of stuff with. But it was all… a bit theoretical. At least for you.
Eddie was objectively much more experienced than you. He’s even told you stories of the things he’d done. When you were younger, it was interesting to hear because you knew so little. It was like Eddie was your teacher, transmitting whatever knowledge he learned through his experience to you.
But as you got older and he continued to have these experiences while you didn’t, it began to feel intimidating to think of just how much more experienced he was than you. Especially now.
Surprisingly, you’d never really thought of doing any of those things with Eddie. For some reason, he always felt off limits in that way. There were a few times where you caught yourself thinking of what it would be like to kiss him and it always made your chest feel warm. But you could never bring yourself to think of doing anything with him past that. It just felt too invasive or intense.
And besides, it’s not like he would ever think of you that way, right?
“Well, do you want to know what it feels like?” He looks at you.
“Huh,” you ask, shaking away the thoughts you just had.
“Do you want to know what it feels like,” he repeats, briefly looking over at the tv and back to you.
You cock your head to the side. “You mean, french kissing? Like that?”
Eddie nods.
“Um, yeah, I guess so. It looks like it would feel nice, but, you know, it’s probably gonna be a while till I actually do.”
Eddie cocks a brow up.
“Because I’m not dating anyone. And there’s not exactly a whole line of suitors waiting down the block just to–”
“Alright, I’m gonna stop you there princess,” Eddie laughs as he waves his hand. He shakes his head and scoots closer to your place on the couch. “What I meant was, if you want to know what that sort of kiss feels like, you can always try it with me.”
You jerk your head back slightly and widen your eyes, “What?”
“It could be like practice.”
You gasp and look between his eyes. There’s no way Eddie just said that. Your lips are slightly ajar, ready to give some sort of sarcastic response you always give, but you come up with nothing.
“Are you… You’re serious?”
Eddie softly smiles, the kind that makes your insides turn to goo. He nods, “It’s ok, babe. I don’t mind showing you the ropes.”
You gasp and roll your eyes but then they accidentally roll to the back of your head.
“If you want to. It’s up to you, sweetheart.”
You blink rapidly, trying to wrap your mind around the offer he’s just thrown on the table, quite haphazardly you might add.
“Would you really do that Eddie,” you ask incredulously.
“Sure, why not?”
“Eddie, you're being way too cavalier about this,” You nervously chuckle.
Eddie furrows his brows in confusion.
“This-This is a big ask Eddie. I have no idea how you’re being so casual about this.”
Eddie shrugs, “You’re my best friend. I would do it for you.”
Eddie wants to kiss you as a friend? Because he cares about you as a friend? This just isn’t making sense.
“Why?”
“I know you’ve been waiting for a while. Probably for that special someone, right? I know I’m not exactly him, but I think I’m pretty damn close.”
Oh Eddie, you have no idea.
“Besides, as your best friend, I think it’s my responsibility to make sure you’re prepared for when he does come along.”
You roll your eyes at his audacious attitude. “That’s not exactly your responsibility Eddie.”
He shrugs, “Still, if you let me, I think I could be a pretty good teacher.”
“Eddie, I’ve let you teach me how to play guitar or dungeons and dragons, but this? I’m just…”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to, sweetheart. I just wanted to put it out there, in case you did.”
“No!” You exclaim, surprising yourself and Eddie. “I-I’m just… I-I kind of would want to but-but I don’t know. I just wasn’t expecting this. I wasn’t expecting any of this to happen tonight. And I definitely wasn’t expecting to have my first real kiss with someone like this.”
Eddie moves closer and cups your cheek with his hand.
“Hey,” he whispers. You peer into his hypnotizing eyes, shallowly breathing before him. “If you let me, I promise to take such good care of you.”
You maintain your gaze as your breathing becomes even more shallow. Slow baited breaths fall from your lips. You blink rapidly and place a hand over his.
“Really,” you ask in a squeaky voice.
Eddie nods and briefly looks down at your lips. He looks back up into your eyes and whispers in a deep voice, “Can show you a couple tricks while I’m at it.”
He winks and your eyes widen. “Does that sound good?”
You’re rendered speechless, but have enough functioning brain cells to nod.
“Before we get started, I want to try something.”
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, “Okay?”
“French kissing is more than just pressing your lips to someone else’s, babe. So I think you should know how to move your lips and how to use the other parts of your mouth before we do anything.”
“What?” you gasp, trying to wrap your mind around what Eddie’s saying.
“I’m gonna show you a trick. This is how I used to practice on my own. Then you start practicing with another person, but it helps to have an idea of what you’re doing before the kiss has even started.”
“Oh,” you nod in confusion.
“So what you’re gonna do is take your index finger. Now move it horizontally and bring it close to your lips,” Eddie instructs and you do as he says.
“Part your lips a bit, just enough so that your finger fits between them. Yeah like that,” he says.
You cast your gaze down, slightly uncomfortable looking Eddie in the eyes.
“Now, relax. Make sure your lips are soft. Don’t want them to be tense.”
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion and widen your lips a bit, gauging for how tense or relaxed they are, before softening them and keeping them wide enough for your finger to fit.
“Now, it’s gonna sound weird, but just kiss your finger. You’re gonna want to start so that your lips fit around your finger, then you slowly want to close them till they’re shut. I’ll show you.”
Eddie takes his own index finger between his lips and looks you in the eye as he imitates the gestures. Your throat grows dry at the sight.
“Now, you try.”
You look down at your finger and blink. You close your eyes and bring it closer to your lips. You brush your lips over your finger till they touch and you seal the touch with a kiss, lightly making a small smack sound.
You gasp at the noise and the sensation, fluttering your eyelids open.
“Perfect. That was great.” Eddie excitedly says. You look up at him and shyly smile.
“Now try doing it again a few more times.”
“A few more times? Eddie! When are we gonna…” You cut yourself off. Realizing how eager you sound.
Eddie smirks and laughs. “Patience, babe. I promise, this stuff really helps.”
“Okay, I guess.” You shrug and practice kissing your finger a few times.
“Does it feel okay?”
You shrug, “Yeah, feels fine.”
“Okay, now I want you to try again, but this time, try adding your tongue.”
“My tongue?”
“Yes, babe, your tongue,” he chuckles.
You blink in confusion before bringing your finger back up to your lips. You close your eyes and brush your lips over your finger, letting your tongue lightly graze the skin before sealing the kiss.
You pull away slightly and open your eyes, brows furrowed. “Did I do it right?”
“It was hard to tell, your finger was covering your tongue. But if it felt right then yeah.”
“Eddie, how am I supposed to know what feels right? I’ve never done any of this before.”
Eddie comfortingly places a hand on your outer thigh and squeezes. “Hey, I know it seems really confusing. But the thing is, your body knows a lot more than your mind does. Just pay attention to what things make you feel good.”
“Okay,” you nod.
“Remember, this is supposed to feel good. You’re supposed to feel relaxed. If anything hurts or makes you feel tense then something’s wrong. And if it is, then I want you to tell me, okay?
You nod, taking in his words.
“We’re gonna start off slow, okay sweetheart? I’ll warm you up a bit first.”
“Huh,” you blink.
“Here, lay back,” he whispers. He moves back and gestures for you to lay down on the couch.
You shuffle to lie down with your back flat against the couch seat and look up at Eddie as he moves the blanket you two were using earlier to the ground.
He sniffles and moves the long sleeves of his henley up his forearms. He brings a knee to the side of your leg closest to the back of the couch and places a hand on either side of your face.
“Normally, you don’t really have to announce every single thing you do before you do it, but I will since it’s your first time,” he says.
“Ok,” you gasp.
“So, I’m gonna start by kissing different parts of your face first. Then I’ll move to your lips.”
“Okay,” you whisper.
Eddie’s hair hangs above you like a waterfall. He slowly starts to move downward and you close your eyes. You feel Eddie’s soft lips press against your forehead. He slowly inches down to your nose, then to your cheek. He places a hand along your neck and presses little kisses along your jaw.
Without even thinking, you reach out for him. One hand finds its way to his neck and the other to his shoulder.
His lips trail to your neck where he leaves warm open mouthed kisses that make your insides feel relaxed.
“Feeling good?” Eddie asks.
“Mhm,” you hum as you flutter your eyelids open. The soft light of the lamp on the side table glows around him. His warm eyes and soft lips beckon you toward him
“I’m gonna kiss you on the lips this time,” he whispers, lips hovering a few inches above yours. “And for now, just follow my lead, okay? If at any point you want to stop, just let me know.”
“Okay,” you nod and close your eyes.
Eddie moves down and gently brushes his lips on yours. Sort of like how he taught you to kiss your finger the first time. Even though your lips are closed while his are apart, you feel the warmth of his mouth a bit.
“Part your lips a little,” he mutters.
“Oh, right” you whisper and part your lips with the motion of your words.
He kisses you again, this time letting your top lip fit between both of his, his bottom lip between both of yours. You kiss him back and hum at the sensation. You start to feel him smiling against your lips.
He kisses you again this time letting his top lip fit between yours. You continue to kiss like that, alternating the feeling of your lips between each others. Little by little Eddie guides you to part your lips more and more as each kiss melts into the next. You start to feel more of the warmth in his mouth.
Your left hand moves to rest along his neck, with your thumb stroking the skin of his clean shaven jaw. Your right hand moves up to his hair, fingertips coming through his roots. He groans into the kiss before you rest your hand to cradle the back of his head.
Eddie uses the hand that isn’t currently propping himself up to touch along your neck, travel along your arm and end up on your waist. He squeezes lightly before hooking his arm around your mid-back. He leans down more and brings your body up, flush against his. Without even thinking about it first, your body responds by arching your back.
You guess Eddie was right. Your body does know more than your brain sometimes. Even your body knows how much it wants him.
You focus your attention back on Eddie’s lips, breathing through your nose so as not to break the kiss to catch your breath.
You’ve found a perfect rhythm together. The kiss is at just the right pace. Just the right amount of back and forth. Not too much pressure. It’s just perfect.
And god, you can’t believe how good it feels to touch Eddie like this. To feel him like this. It feels like your lips were made for each other. Like kissing was invented just for you and Eddie to know pleasure.
When you started, it was like you were just an ice cube, and slowly, Eddie’s been melting you into a puddle of water.
And just when you think you’ve fully melted, Eddie decides to turn up the heat a bit. Between kisses, Eddie slips his tongue in and glides it swiftly along your bottom lip. You gasp into the kiss. It throws your mind off guard, but your body knows just what to do.
On the kiss after that, your tongue imitates his, mirroring his movements. Eddie hums into your mouth and your back arches slightly.
Something shifts after that. The blood in your veins pumps a little faster. Your breathing is a little deeper, bringing more oxygen into your system. Your skin hums with electricity. Your senses heighten. You want every inch of your skin to be touching every inch of Eddie’s skin like two magnets being pulled together by their opposing poles.
You feel your head moving forward and back as your kisses with Eddie get faster, more aggressive. Like your mouths are trying to explore every single possible way they can fit together.
Your heads tilt from side to side and you feel his nose brush against yours. You hook your arms around his neck, letting your fingers roam through his scalp and the warm skin of his face. You whimper needily into his mouth. Sounds of pleasure escaping your lips.
To touch Eddie was one thing. To feel him was a whole other thing. But to taste him? Oh god, there is no going back.
Kissing him like this makes you feel so alive. The feeling of his lips and tongue and mouth intertwined with yours is intoxicating beyond belief.
Eddie Munson has become your new favorite flavor.
As your kisses deepen and speed up in pace, Eddie switches his hands, moving the left one to hold himself up and the right one to touch you. He hikes your left leg up and hooks it around his waist.
You whine into his mouth and pull back slightly. You hear Eddie’s haggard breathing.
“Oh Eddie,” you moan before connecting your mouth back to his.
You two resume kissing. It’s an all-consuming kiss. Like your brain has turned off and everything else in your body has turned on. Just for Eddie.
And it appears that the same has happened for Eddie. He begins to grunt and hum in your kisses. He hungrily touches and squeezes you along your waist and hips, reaching below the fabric of his shirt you borrowed to press against your skin. Your kisses become faster and sloppier.
Interspersed between kisses, he’ll bite your bottom lip, making you gasp against his mouth. You try biting his lip back. Your kisses have become so fast that you can’t find the right moment. Until one particularly quick pause between kisses he uses to catch his breath. When he brings his lips back to yours, you fit his bottom lip between your teeth and lightly apply pressure.
Eddie groans and you smile, feeling triumphant at your successful move. You continue to kiss like that, going through waves of fast and harsh kissing to slower, more melodic kissing.
You didn’t realize it would go on this long, kissing. Or, you didn’t realize you and Eddie would be kissing for this long. The kiss in Pretty in Pink only lasted for the last few minutes of the movie. You have no idea how long kissing Eddie has been. Could be a few minutes or a few hours.
You could go on for the rest of the night if he let you. There’s no place you’d rather be than in Eddie’s arms. Till his arms get tired and he breaks the kiss.
His breathing fans your face until he moves away from your face and sits back on the other side of the couch. You look at him through hooded eyelids. He moves his shoulders and flexes his fingers.
Your body is so full of light yet feels like it weighs more than a bag of bricks as you struggle to sit up, your muscles so weak from the pleasure of kissing Eddie.
Eddie breathes harshly and looks down. He runs a hand through his hair and looks up at you. He smiles painfully and you scoot closer to him.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah… I, uh… got something I need to take care of,” Eddie grunts.
“Wait, what is it?”
Eddie looks at you, like he’s masking some sort of pain.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah I just um…” Eddie looks into your eyes before closing his own.
“Eddie, you’re never shy around me. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. You just… sort of gave me a boner, sweetheart,” he answers, gruffly calling you his favorite pet name as he palms his pants.
Your eyes widen, “Oh.”
“I am painfully hard babe. But don’t worry, I’ll be right back.”
Eddie stands up but you grab his hand. “Wait.”
He looks at you and you tug, motioning for him to sit back down.
“Do you… I mean, could I… maybe I can help you take care of it?”
“You want to?” He asks, eyebrows slightly raised and a lazy smile forming in his lips.
You smile bashfully, “Yeah.”
“You sure? No pressure at all, sweetheart.”
“Yeah, I want to,” you smile and shuffle closer to him, “If that’s okay with you.”
“Yeah, it’s more than okay,” he grunts, shuffling to sit closer to you so that your thighs are touching.
You look down onto his lap and notice the subtle outline under the fabric of his plaid pajama pants.
He palms the outline and you see it shift beneath the fabric.
You probably should be doing something besides staring straight at his lap, but something about the male anatomy is so foreign to you, it amazes you to see it like this. To see him like this.
“Wanna help me with this, sweetheart?” He grunts.
“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you mutter under your breath.
You hesitantly reach forward and place your hand over the outline of his dick. Your eyelids flutter and you relish the sensation of his hardened yet clothed dick in the palm of your hand. You slowly press down and push your hand forward.
Eddie hums and you look up at him. His eyes are closed, lashes fallen upon his rosy cheeks, lips slightly ajar. He’s never looked more beautiful.
You look back down, with focus, and repeat your action with a bit more confidence. You feel his chest move along the side of your shoulder.
You bring your hand down to move a third time, but Eddie beats you to the punch. He brings his fingers up to the waist band of his pants and boxers. He lifts his hips up and pushes the fabric down towards his knees, letting them fall to his ankles.
And there it is. Without warning, his unclothed cock springs out, meeting you for the first time. You gape at the site of it. Of him. You swallow nervously. You’ve never seen anything like it. But, now you understand why a banana was used at the condom demonstration in health class.
In the soft glow of the yellow lamp light, you see the stiff rigidness of his hardened cock, standing freely on its own.
Eddie reaches to grab it with his hand. He begins slowly stroking up and down.
You look at him and his eyes are closed again.
“Here,” you say as you shoo his hand away. Reaching for his cock and grabbing it in your hand, “Let me.”
You look at him again and this time his eyes are open. He looks down at his dock in your hand, then up into your eyes. His eyelashes flutter as his eyes roll into the back of his head. You can feel his cock twitch in your hands and you tense up, slightly squeezing it.
“Move your hand up and down,” he breathes.
You nod and loosen your grip to stroke up and down.
“You can keep a tighter grip, like before.”
Like before, when you were nervous?
You tighten your grip and hesitantly move your hand up and down his cock.
He takes the arm closest to you and snakes it around your waist. The gesture brings you closer to him and you take the opportunity to kiss him again.
You lean forward and press your lips against his. He’s slightly taken aback, but by the second kiss he’s already kissing you back at full force.
You hear him loudly breath through his nostrils and feel his chest rise and press close to yours as you continue to jerk up and down his dick.
Eddie pulls away momentarily and listfully gazes at you.
“Remember to get the head too,” he softly instructs as he looks down at your hand.
“What,” you ask in confusion as you meet his gaze.
He holds his hand atop yours and guides it upward, letting your thumb run over the head of the hard cock. It feels smoothers than the skin in the base, and even sort of wet.
“Use the precum, it’ll help your hand glide a little better.”
“Huh,” you flutter your eyelashes, slightly overwhelmed by all the different sensations currently flooding your system.
“Or if it helps, you can try spitting into your hand or licking it for better traction.”
Oh. You take his words of advice and bring your hand up to your mouth. You lick a stripe and bring it down to the base. You pump upward and back down. You let your palm travel up one side, over the throbbing head, and over the other side.
You move your hand back upright and pump again, letting your thumb rub circles over the head to smear more precum.
It doesn’t escape your notice that Eddie shudders every time you do this. Every time you do much as touch the head of his cock he's a breathless mess.
You’re so lost in concentration, wanting to make sure your doing it right and making Eddie feel good that you don’t even think to kiss him again.
But while you’re making Eddie feel good, he wants to do something for you too. The only problem is, the way you’re touching him is making him have an out of body experience. It’s so good, he barely had control over his own limbs.
The mist he can do is lazily pulls you closer to his and press sweet open mouthed kisses into your neck.
Normally, you would’ve been ticklish along your neck, but something about Eddie’s touch is different. It makes you feel warm and bright. You hum and whimper when he kisses over the most sensitive spots.
He lets his lips travel to your ear. He bites on the lobe and tugs.
He whispers into the shell, “You’re so good at this babe. Are you sure this isn’t your first time?”
You giggle like a schoolgirl and smile triumphantly.
The sound of your voice drives Eddie wild and in a moment of impulse, he wraps his other arm around your waist and tightens his grip.
His kisses along your neck grow sloppier and your movement on his cock speed up, becoming harsher with each stroke.
“Sweetheart,” he grunts. You can feel the muscles in his abdomen constrict.
“Yeah?” You ask.
He grunts again, “I’m gonna—think I’m gonna co—“
And before he can even say the word, he comes.
“Eddie, what’s happening? What do I do?”
You freeze.
Eddie moves one hand to stroke his clock, pumping till the last big of cum comes out. It spills out of his leaky cock and onto his hips.
You’re so in shock and still overcome by pleasure that you’re frozen in this moment, simply an observer of Eddie’s current state.
“Well my darling, you just made me cum,” Eddie smiles cockily at you.
You smile back, slightly confused but overall pleased.
Eddie leans forward and kisses you. You kiss him back, but before he deepens the kiss, he pulls away. He fixes himself and excuses himself to go to the bathroom and clean himself up.
You suppose you should probably clean yourself up a bit too. This was far dirtier than anything you’d done before, so you go to the sink to wash your hands and fix yourself a glass of water.
You set the glass on the side table and sit back down on the couch.
After a few minutes, Eddie comes back out and joins you.
“You okay?”
“More than okay, babe,” he grins smugly.
You hide your smile and take a sip of water.
“Want some?” You offer to him.
He plops down next to you and accepts the glass, nearly chugging it all.
“Hey,” you smack his arm. “I asked if you want some, not all of it.”
Eddie chuckles and wipes his mouth with the back of his.
“Don’t worry about it sweetheart, I’ll get you some more,” he says cheekily. He leans over and gives you a kiss before getting up to refill the water.
He comes back and passes you the glass. You take a sip and place it back on the side table before Eddie tackles you on the couch.
You shriek as you move down to lay on the couch while Eddie moves to lay on top of you.
“Eddie, I can’t breathe!”
“Me neither. You really know how to take a guy's breath away sweetheart.”
You smile at his cheesiness.
“No I meant, you’re right on my lungs. It’s hard to breathe.”
Eddie takes this as the opportunity to basically manhandle you, picking you up and switch positions so that he’s laying down on the couch and you’re on top of him. Sort of like how you were when you first started movie night.
“That better babe?”
You press a kiss to his lips, letting him deepen it a bit before pulling away.
“Now it is,” you say matter of factly.
“I’m not gonna lie, you’re a really good kisser baby.”
Your heart lightens at the compliment. Eddie has kissed other people before, so the fact that he thinks you’re a good kisser is saying a lot.
“Where’d you learn how to kiss like that?” He asks.
You roll your eyes at his self-indulgence.
“Well, I had this teacher…” you play along.
“Must’ve been a hell of a teacher.”
“He was a pretty good teacher, but I think I also just had a natural ability. A gift some might call it.”
“Oh I definitely would. Those pretty lips were very gifted. Those hands… even more,” he teases as he leans forward for a chaste kiss.
You move your hand forward to cup his cheek.
“Is class still in session Mr. Munson,” you ask in a flirty voice.
One of Eddie’s eyebrows cocks up suggestively.
“Because there is so much I want you to teach me.”
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson headcanon#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson#urfavstargirl1
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eddie munson fic rec masterlist - january 2023
“pretty sounds” by @eddiethefreakkmunson 18+
eddie’s hair by @pedgito 18+
dorky reader by @luveline
rockstar!eddie x shy!reader by @ddejavvu
“you get me closer to god” by @eddies-ashtray 18+
“if it barks” by @/luveline 18+
eddie listens to shy!reader by @lilacletter
“as you wish” by @corroded-hellfire 18+
“new outfit” by @/corroded-hellfire
drunk confessions by @ceriseheaven
“the nerve” by @carolmunson 18+
“my favorite customer” by @loveshotzz
“who’s to say” by @quinnsmunson 18+
eddie stretching your mouth by @usedtobecooler 18+
squirting on eddie by @greenishghostey 18+
“animals” by @roanniom 18+
“can i try something” by @justsomestoriessx 18+
crying while riding eddie by @/pedgito 18+
eddie likes to tease you by @/pedgito 18+
first time with eddie by @/corroded-hellfire 18+
accidentally sending nudes to eddie by @/pedgito 18+
uncut!eddie by @/pedgito 18+
neighbor!eddie by @/pedgito 18+
cnc with knife play by @corrodedhawkins 18+
bestfriends dad!eddie by @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint 18+
eddie finds out his mom moved on by @/quinnsmunson
“merry christmas, eddie” by @/quinnsmunson
trying not to get caught by @/quinnsmunson 18+
“star studded gazes & metal men” by @punk-in-docs 18+
“vanilla tobacco” by @/punk-in-docs 18+
giving eddie a blowjob by @mantorokk-writes 18+
older!eddie calls you ‘young lady’ by @newlips 18+
“easy like sunday afternoon” by @/newlips 18+
“small-town someone” by @two-red-lungs 18+
“panic in detroit” by @songforeddiemunson 18+
making eddie cum in his pants by @/usedtobecooler 18+
“never have i ever” by @/corroded-hellfire
“movie night | part 2” by @/eddiethefreakkmunson 18+
“strange love” by @/loveshotzz 18+
eddie solo session by @pervertedreams 18+
“quid pro quo” by @lovebugism 18+
“screw the deal” by @/lovebugism 18+
“heart-shaped” by @/lovebugism 18+
“talk” by @urfavstargirl1
*all recs will be tagged under #eddie munson x reader*
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One Word Fic Recs
I'm extremely terrible at giving feedback so I thought I'd add a twist to the usual fic recs and describe them using one word.
Fic recs:
Shout out to these Amazing authors:
@luveline @anika-ann @munsons-maiden @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @eddiemunsonswhxre @thefreak0fhawkinshigh @munsonquinns @marvelmusing @softtdaisy and many more!
Perfect:
they're so nice - @eddiemunsonswhxre (eddie munson x reader)
accidents happen - @eddiemunsonswhxre (eddie munson x reader)
blurb - @appocalipse (eddie munson x reader)
let me get what I want - @eddiemunsonluvrs (eddie munson x reader)
break up sex - @munsonquinns (eddie munson x reader)
Breathtaking:
blurb - @wndalovebot - (eddie munson x reader)
can we always be this close - @my-my-only-angel (eddie munson x reader)
below the surface- @hairrington (steve harrington x reader)
blurb - @fxllfaiiry (eddie munson x reader)
secret admirer - @keeryshouse (eddie munson x reader)
peanut butter cookies - @eddie-van-munson (eddie munson x reader)
Remarkable:
serendipitous salvation - @maximoff-pan (peter parker x reader)
the nightmare- @dr-aculaaa (eddie munson x reader)
snowfall and rain - @huffle-pissed (peter parker x reader)
blurb - @munsonquinns (eddie munson x reader)
smitten - @magicchai (eddie munson x reader)
Extraordinary:
give you the moon - @keeryshouse - (eddie munson x reader)
off the table- @peterthepark (peter parker x reader)
blurb- @ghosttownwherenoonegoes (eddie munson x reader)
rainbow lights- @retrobutterflies - (eddie munson x reader)
cherry blossom coloured kisses- @queers-gambit (eddie munson x reader)
No words, just applause:
worlds apart - @munsons-maiden (eddie munson x reader series)
teach me - @urfavstargirl1 (eddie munson x reader)
new kid on the block- @bizaar (eddie munson x reader)
dead end - @cranekisscentral (eddie munson x reader)
dead channels - @robiin-buckley (eddie munson x reader)
something extra - @luveline (eddie munson x reader)
#fic recs#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#peter parker x reader#eddie munson fic recs#steve harrington fic recs#peter parker fic recs#one word fic recs
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Eddie Munson fic recs 🌱
Other Fic Recs 🌱
Masterlist 🧚🏻♀️
Works by @iliaclwrites
Everybody’s talking up a storm
If you’d taken an arrow and run it through me
Works by @inknopewetrust
The hideout
Oh baby part 2 part 3
Works by @luveline
Steve’s little sister going on a date w eddie
June baby (series)
Love bites
Other works by amazing writers
Not Wholly evil (series, pirate au) by @uglypastels
You calling me a liar? By @sailortongue
Eddie x Henderson!reader by @eddie-munsons-girlfriend
The end of a nightmare by @scarlet-star-witch
Prom queen by @eddie-van-munson
You betted on us? by @eddiemunsons-girl
M’y two favorite girls by @djarintreble
Damn prejudice by @itsoutrageouss
Domestic Bliss by @ddejavvu
Clingy by @h4rring1on
Parallels by @thefreakymunson
Go your own way by @seidenbros
Nothing Else Matters by @munsons-maiden
Just friends by @fanatictypist
Steve’s ex by @sunflowergirl522
Eat me by @rip-quizilla
Inked by @corroded-hellfire
Too much in common by @munsonhoneybaby
Teach me by @urfavstargirl1
Celebrity skin (series) by @cacoetheswriting
Wildflowers @m0llygunn
Gareth’s sister!reader part 2 by @lovebugism
#Eddie Munson fic recs#eddie munson#Eddie Munson x reader#Eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x y/n#jopseh quinn#eddie munson x you
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makeadealwithdean's friday monday fic list - multifandom
here's a list of the fics i've read lately and highly, highly recommend! these fics are not mine and belong only to the writers, so writers, as always, if you don't want to be mentioned on here, message me, and i'll take you off no questions asked! also, most of these fics are smut* and 18+ ONLY, so minors dni!! (gif is mine)
destiel:
radiance* by faster_than_the_speed_of_sound
between sex and death and trying to keep the kitchen clean* by ftmsteverogers
I CARRY YOUR HEART (I CARRY IT IN MY HEART)* by unicornpoe
operation brain bleach* by briston
you're my dream come true* by redamber79
riptides* by sharkfish
tripping* by hatteress
dying to let you know* by bisexualsage
wanted man* by constant_reader13
negotiating the spot* by shiphitsthefan
"yes, sir"* by redamber79
what you deserve* by nayeliq1
molting* by katiegangel
do what feels good* by catchclaw & cymbalism
dean winchester:
rough sex from dean* & aftercare - after dean by @nowitswetme
hide n seek* by @strwbrrykss
the death of peace of mind* by @alexsoenomel
healing by @chucksfavouriteprophet
broken like me by @jawritter
steve harrington:
always you by @huffle-pissed
hard-pressed* by @fettuccin-e
late night visit* by @cherrychilli
call it what you want, steve harrington* by @maelialuv
thigh riding with steve harrington* by @forourmoons
heaven to me* by @ameliora-j
eddie munson:
pumpkins and kisses by @huffle-pissed
coffee + cream* by @munson-blurbs
you get me closer to god* by @eddies-ashtray
period sex with eddie* by @chainsawmunson
easily* by @roanniom
i want your video* by @sherifftillman (my note: i'm FERAL)
teach me* by @urfavstargirl1
knocking on heavens door* by @usedtobecooler
harringrove:
the risk in the kiss* by notevenclosetostraight on ao3 (my note: holy fucking shit, this fic fixed me and cured my depression for like a month)
this one where billy loves being held* by @thissortofsorcery
steddie:
this one with perv!eddie (eddie x reader x steve)* by @usedtobecooler
helping hands (steddie x reader)* by @daddyreid
inked (eddie x reader x steve)* by @muertawrites
we want to help you (steddie x reader)* by @beep-beep-sherlock
this one with protective!steddie by @eveatethefruit
this is so wrong. part iv (steddie x reader)* by @corrodedcorpses
last time's list || my fic rec masterlist || my masterlist
#destiel#ficrecs#steve harrington#eddie munson#dean winchester smut#eddie munson smut#steve harrington smut#steddie#steddie smut#harringrove#destiel fics#harringrove smut#makeadealwithdeans friday fic list
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Happy Valentine’s Day/belated Galentine’s Day, everyone!!
Up until yesterday, when my wonderful bestie, @affidecrystal , wished me a happy Galentine’s Day, I assumed that Galentine’s Day was celebrated on the 14th 🤣 Next year, I will write this post on the correct day!
Sending love and season’s greetings to:
@affidecrystal
@glamourouslife99
@pandoraspocksao3
@oh-great-authoress
@666symbiosis
@reylo-of-light-blog
@reyloaddict55
@3rdoption
@allgirlsareprincesses
@cas-backwards-tie
@o0-snowdrop-0o
@derpysith
@welsharcher
@craitqueen
@intergalactic-cutie-pie
@aparnasworld
@bellablueb
@benthelastskywalker
@adamdriverisbensolo
@hothmess
@l10ng1rl
@romavitae
@lemon-cake-and-knights
@urfavstargirl1
@hope-lives-in-the-galaxy
@wroteclassicaly
@candycanes19
@clydeluckylogan
@xoruffitup
@theladyship
@supremeprince-bensolo
@frumfrumfroo
@megilins
@ariainstars
@bensolothelastskywalker
@novelsandnerdiness
@shidlovskaya-lena
@tammylou02
@anessthesiaa
@knightsofladyren
@andrinanightshade1
@carylmeanslove
@m1ssjess
@pulltothelight
@juliaaurelia-blog
@thewayofthetrashcompactor
@darkjedilady
@bensoloislove
@safarigirlsp
I would have kept going, but only 50 mentions are allowed per post 😖
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Eddie Munson fic recs 5
~reblog when updated~
*=smut | !=angst | +=fluff
Stranger Things Masterlist
Main Masterlist
Part 1 // 2 // 3 // 4
Baby, slow it down *+ by @upsidedownwithsteve
better by ^
conviction !* by @tiannasfanfic
and baby makes three + by @thefreak0fhawkinshigh
Bad night by ^
The little things + by @sweet-villain
bottled up !+ by @kissitbttr
it can wait + by @knottyk
got weird !+
needy + by @natti-ice
come on, angel by @littlelioncub43
all dolled up !+ by @marymunsonloves
teach me * by @urfavstargirl1
living after midnight * by @musingginger
man of my dreams by @corroded-hellfire
i love you (!) by @rosemaremembrance
one-shot *+ by @munsonquinns
all i want for christmas (is you) * by @bussyslayer333
hold me like i‘m more than just a friend + by @heartthrobinsficrecs
mine by @tommiruewrites
touchy by @sparks363
sleep tight + by @lolahasmoxie
one-shot !+ by @ceriseheaven
one-shot !+ by ^
know these things + by @rosaline-black
one-shot by @forever-rogue
masterlist by ^
overwhelmed * by @msgexymunson
penny ‘verse by @queenimmadolla
one-shot +! by @munsonbabyy
one-shot * by @indouloureux
come home * by @roanniom
post-modern, so romantic * by @puckwritesfic
masterlist by @enam3l
freak like me masterlist by @courtingchaos
blurb * by @strangerxperv
blurb * by @reysorigins
red string * by @lesservillaint
timeline by @oneforthemunny
blurb * by @wroteclassicaly
big shot polaroid * by @crookedteethed
just another friday night * by @majestyeverlasting
#fic rec#fic recs#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie munson smut#stranger things#eddie munson x reader smut#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fic
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Eddie Munson Fic Rec
Last Updated: 11-27-22
One-Shots
18 (M) - @chaoticmunson
Tongue Twister - @queenofthefaceless
Alone In My Mind (M) - @munsonquinns
Safe (M) - @mypoisonedvine
Teach Me (M) - @urfavstargirl1
Tension (M) - @munsonquinns
The Secret We Keep (M) - @hellkaisersangel
Camping (M) - @munson-trashcan
Open Drawers (M) - @munsonslove
My Side and Your Side (M) - @pxrxcxa
Can I Kiss You (M) - @munsonslove
Do You Wanna Touch Me (M) - @chestharrington
Fireside (M) - @maelialuv
Made For Lovin' You (M) - @xechowritesx
Series
Can I Borrow Your Bed 1 2 (M)- @hard-candy-writing
In the Middle of Nowhere (Ongoing) - @sweetpeapod
Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time 1 2 (M) - @slut4fangs
Show Me 1 (M) (Ongoing) - @lovegoodfics
Don't Hang Up 1 2 3 (M) - @munsonquinns
Boo 1 2 (M) - @eagerbby
Meet The Munsons (M) - @mypoisonedvine
#stranger things 4#stranger things#st4#st4 eddie#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things eddie#eddie munson fanfic#eddie stranger things#eddie munson smut#eddie munson
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Hello Eddie Munson lovers! I would love to be friends with some others who also love Eddie. I wanna recommend candles I think smell like him to you and songs I believe sound like him. I wanna be a big crazy fangirl with yall! I wanna feel like a 15yr old talking about a boy band with her besties who also love that band! (Am 22! Minors DNI)
But I'm a little awkward so I'm gonna use this post to tag some of my favorite writers of Eddie Munson! YALL WRITE HIM PERFECTLY and have 1000% given me little belly butterflies with your writing!
@eagerbby
@munsonology
@faeology
@urfavstargirl1
@greenishghostey
@missbeewrites
This blog is my blog entirely dedicated to Eddie munson my main is @sleepiestangelaround !
#lets be friends#also if u arent tagged but wanna be friend let me know!#if you want removed from my tag let me know i dont wanna make u uncomfy#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fluff#imagine eddie munson#eddie munson fandom#eddie munson photos#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x you
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Here’s a little prompt ig you can call it for you Eddie fluff buttttt Eddie is crushing on shy!reader? Idk if that helps with ideas but yea :)
hey anon, don't think I forgot about you babe. still in the mood for fluff but finally found the time to write
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Talk
"Psst," Eddie hisses from the desk next to you.
You look at him from the corner of your eye, turning your head slightly to the other side.
“Hey," he gently taps your desk, giving you no other choice than to nervously peer up at him, "Do you have a pencil I could borrow?”
Borrow. No amount of stars in his eyes or sweetness in his smile could distract from the fact that this would be the fourth pencil in a row he’s borrowed this week.
You almost want to say something, but it’s not worth the trouble. Why make a big deal out of something as small as a pencil?
“Please,” he whispers as the person in front of him passes a stack of papers to him.
You reluctantly oblige. You always have a stash of pencils in your bag. Eddie seems to have observed as much and was poised to use it to his advantage.
Failing to prepare is preparing to fail. At least that’s what your parents always said.
So, of course, you were always prepared for anything. Having a backpack with extra pencils, a sharpener, mini first aid kit, period products, hair ties, and even a snack or two has come in handier more often than you'd like to admit.
It always astonishes you to see people like Eddie who don't seem to be prepared for anything. At least not that you could see in class.
However, it was just your luck that Eddie Munson would be the one to identify this fact of yours, thanks to the stupid seating chart Ms. O’Donnell had in class forcing Eddie sit to right next to you.
You almost resented her for it. Teachers were always sitting the bad kids or the loud kids next to you, hoping your shy and quiet demeanor would somehow cancel theirs out like some stupid pemdas math equation.
But no, that was not how the laws of the universe worked. Sitting next to Eddie didn't make a difference in his behavior, much to Ms. O'Donnell's dismay.
“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver,” Eddie grinned at you, making your eyes widen and heart constrict in your chest. And perhaps that was one of the few plus sides, not nearly enough to counteract the many downsides to sitting next to Eddie: that thing you couldn't quite put your finger on.
Some could call it charm. Others might call it charisma. You weren't sure what to call it. But all you knew was that before this class, you wouldn't have given much thought to Eddie. If you saw him in the hall, you would either not notice him completely or if you did, you probably wouldn't get any goosebumps or an alarmingly high pulse like you do now.
Whenever he smiled at your or talked to you, even about something as simple as borrowing a pencil, he always said it like you were special, and his smile or words were for you and you only.
No one had ever made you feel that way before.
You could barely admit to yourself how much you liked your minute daily interactions with Eddie, let alone tell him.
So like always, you turned your attention forward, failing to ignore that thump thump, thump thump feeling of your heart beat somehow louder or maybe just faster as a result of that stupid smile and tried desperately to ignore the feeling and instead, get to work on your pop quiz.
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After you've turned in your pop quiz, waited a mind-numbingly boring amount of minutes between the quiz and the end of class, the bell rings.
The sound of the tinkly metal chime brings you back to life. You organize your things in your bag and get up from your desk.
From the corner of your eye, you see Eddie barely finishing up with his quiz.
Just like yesterday and the day before, you know he's not going to give you your pencil back. For all you know, he'll need it for his other classes. Which makes you wonder how he survived the periods before yours.
But for now, you're just relieved class is over and you can enjoy a much needed break at lunch.
You make your way to the door of the classroom and exit into the hall, thrust into the sea of students making their daily migration to the cafeteria. Before you can even make it to the end of the hall, Eddie catches up to you.
"Hey neighbor," a deep voice reverberates behind you and suddenly, a warm shoulder lightly presses into yours.
You turn your head to the side of the offender and find a wild head of frizzy tousled waves framing the face of none other than Eddie Munson.
Your eyes widen and lips part. Your expression frozen as you process the fact that Eddie is currently standing next to you, and closely enough that you can feel the warmth of his body.
"H-Hi," you say as more of a question than a greeting.
"I believe this belongs to you," he says as though he's handing you some sort of precious gem despite only the wooden pencil being offered from his rough ring clad hand.
"O-oh. Thanks," you say in bewilderment, slowly accepting the pencil from him.
He smiles at you again and it that same heart-wrenching smile that just makes you want to faint into his arms.
"I should be the one thanking you. Can't army crawl my way to a D without the proper equipment," he jokes.
You smile and awkwardly laugh, instantly feeling guilt about being so annoyed by lending him a pencil when he's obviously struggling in class.
You settle into a silence. Something you're usually comfortable with, but as you've somewhat gotten to know Eddie in class, realize he may just be the opposite.
"So, you don't really talk much, huh?" Eddie ask as you both continue walking to the cafeteria.
You guess you and Eddie are walking to lunch together now.
You shrug at his question. This isn't the first time someone has asked you this and it definitely won't be the last. "What's there to say?"
"Lot of things," Eddie shrugs and smiles at you.
How can you talk, when Eddie's stupid smiles send you into a mental frenzy, preventing any sort of coherent speech.
You shake your head and try to find the right words, something you seem especially to have trouble with around Eddie.
"I don't know. Talking's overrated. You can learn way more about a person by listening."
"Gotcha," Eddie nods, "So what have you learned about me?"
"That you never come to class prepared," you say without even thinking.
As soon as the words come out of your mouth, you wish they hadn't. Instantly feeling remorse and embarrassment at the fact that the filter you are usually good at using when speaking to anyone besides your friends has somehow seemed to disappear in the presence of Eddie Munson.
Meanwhile Eddie is doubled over laughing at your blatant response.
"I'm sorry. What I meant was-"
Eddie places a hand on your shoulder and smiles at you with both his mouth and his eyes, "Don't be. It's true."
You face forward and nod, already feeling a warmth crawl to your cheeks.
"Hey," he nudges your shoulder, making you look into his warm brown eyes, "But if you don't talk, how am I ever gonna learn anything about you?"
You gasp as though you got sucker punched in the stomach.
Your brain can barely even scramble to mutter a coherent response.
Your eyebrows raise and your eyelids blink.
This is also why you don't talk a lot. Half the time, the thoughts in your brain don't seem to know how to make it to your mouth, and the other half, well, your mouth just ends up doing all the talking for you.
"Watch where you're going freak," someone shouts near you and Eddie.
Before you've even realized it, you've made it to the cafeteria and got into the lunch line with Eddie.
Eddie scowls and merely flips the student off before turning to you and smiling.
You shyly smile back, but still severely aware of the comment he had made.
Eddie... wants to learn about you?
"Seriously though," he laughs, a certain sort of rasp more pronounced in his voice, "What's a guy gotta do?"
You shrug, not sure how to answer what is a rather loaded question for you.
"I don't know," you answer frankly. "Talk is cheap. A lot of times people are saying things without really saying anything important, you know?"
"So you only talk when you really want to say something, when you mean it?"
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," you nod.
"I see," Eddie nods and gestures for you to go before him as you approach the food station.
As you grab your tray Eddie leans over to you and says, "Why don't you sit with me and my friends today? They can be a bit of a riot but I think you'll like 'em."
On any other occasion, his offer would practically give you a heart attack, but seeing as all your other friends are either in study hall or have a different lunch period leaves you no other choice.
"Um, sure," you nervously smile and let him lead the way to his table.
"Gentlemen, meet Y/N. She'll be sitting with us today so let's give her a warm Hellfire welcome," Eddie announces as he sets his tray down at the end of the table. Two rows of boys sit on either side of the table, letting about six sets of eyes land on you.
You smile nervously and wave awkwardly, "Hi."
There's no empty seats next to Eddie, but before you can find another one by the other end of the table, Eddie shoos some of the boys to his right to scoot down a seat creating an empty one next to his.
You gracefully take a seat and mutter a quick thanks to the closest boy.
"So, what's Hellfire?" You ask nonchalantly. But perhaps it was a naive question because it causes the rest of the boys to go into a full tizzy.
"Eddie!"
"You didn't tell her?"
"It's the only saving grace in this god-forsaken hell hole."
Comments and exclamations come flying at you meanwhile Eddie can only smile and stare at you, simultaneously making your chest feel warm and like you want to crawl under a rock.
Eddie lays a warm palm along your forearm, "Patience, young jedi, you'll soon learn the ways of the Hellfire Club."
You eyes instantly shoot down to look at his limb connected to yours. And instinctively, you look up at the boy across from you, as if to silently ask, "Are you seeing this too?"
And he looks at you with widened blue eyes and eyebrows that almost reach the head of light brown wavy hair as if to say, "Yeah, I'm seeing this too. It's weird, right?"
You subtly nod, because it is weird. Not entirely unwelcome, but definitely unexpected.
Eddie retracts his hand and begins to say something. The table has all eyes on him, but not you. You're still replaying what just happened in your brain over and over again like a carousel projector caught on the same slide.
"Right Y/N?" Eddie asks.
You shake your head and mutter a quick apology. "Huh?"
"Well while you were off in la la land and, trust me, I don't blame you. I do it all the time myself. But we were just talking about tonights Hellfire meeting. You in?"
Oh no, he caught you. Does he have any idea you were thinking about how warm and rough his hand felt on your skin? Or how strong his fingers felt?
Hopefully not.
But the more important thing to worry about now is the fact that Eddie just invited you to Hellfire Club!
What does this mean?
Should you say yes?
You kind of have to say yes right? It'd be rude not to. And it seems like a big enough deal to him and his friends. But you still have no idea what Hellfire is or what's gonna happen tonight. But you guess you're just going to have to find out.
"Um, yeah," you reply with a shy and bright smile.
"Yeah," Eddie fist pumps in the air. "Okay, so I gotta warn you, these guys can get pretty reckless. But I know you can handle it."
You smile with your lips closed and nod. Oh god, what have you gotten yourself into?
"Meet us in the drama room after school, okay?"
"Sure," you nod and shyly smile at the other boys.
After school comes like clockwork and you find yourself nervously approaching the drama room doors. A poster with messy handwriting reads, "Hellfire Club Meeting in Session."
Okay, here goes.
You open the door, and enter the dark space. You wander through the room, guided by the warm stage-lights turned on further inside.
You eyes land on Eddie, who's sitting at a throne prop no doubtedly used by the drama club for the upcoming play. He's seated at the head of the table, just like at lunch.
He goes between reading a piece of paper and adjusting figurines on the table.
As you walk further into the room, you see no one else is here yet. It's just you and Eddie.
And before you can even say anything, your footsteps are enough to announce your presence causing Eddie with a face of concentration adorning his scrunched up brows and pursed lips, to a full on grin and lit up eyes as he sees you.
"Hey neighbor," he gets up from the throne and jogs over to you.
You nervously grin and offer a small squeaky, “Hey.”
He gets closer to you and swiftly encloses you in a bear hug.
Your body tenses and your eyes flinch shut. You didn't expect him to make such a move, much less so casually. But then you take a second to embrace the feeling of his strong arms around you. The warmth of his body against yours. Or the scent of soap and tobacco lingering on his clothes.
And before you can even think to hug him back, he pulls away, but leaves one arm wrapped around your shoulder and guides you to the table, "I'm glad you could make it."
You make a sound adjacent to a nervous laugh, “Yeah.”
Eddie pulls the chair closest to throne out for you to take a seat. Eddie sits on the edge of the table and looks down at you.
“Alright so before everyone else shows up let me fill you in on how things go down in Hellfire.”
The feeling of your surprise and almost fear at the unknown of what will happen must be evident on your face because Eddie leans forward and places a comforting hand on your forearm again.
“Don’t worry okay, it’s gonna be fun,” he says in a voice you find utterly endearing but aren’t poised enough to really appreciate it because all you can focus is on is the feeling of flames at the point where Eddie’s skin and your meets.
“O-Okay,” you force yourself to utter.
You focus as best as you can while Eddie explains the game of Dungeons and Dragons to you, but by god is it easy to get lost in those stars in his eyes.
Soon the rest of the boys start showing up and they help explain a few other things too.
Before you know it, you're in the midst of your first campaign. You have no idea what you're doing half the time, but Eddie was surprisingly right. It is fun.
So much fun in fact that you've lost track of time. And now you really should be heading home before your parents start to worry.
But Eddie has hypnotized you. You don't want this night to ever end. But it has to. And now, all the boys are packing up their things and getting ready to leave. And so should you. So you do.
And as the boys begin to trickle out of the room, Eddie looks at you and says the magic words: "Hey, can I give you a ride home?"
If someone would have told you earlier today that you'd be spending the evening with Eddie Munson at Hellfire Club and would even be getting a ride home from him, you would have never believed them.
But anything could happen.
"Yeah," you nod breathlessly.
The night sweeps you by as you find yourself in the passenger seat of Eddie's large beat up van with loud metal music blaring from the speakers.
But it feels oddly comforting. And you don't mind being the passenger seat princess with Eddie's music and fast paced train of thought filling the space.
You could listen to Eddie talk for hours. Whether it be in that silly medieval accent he does for Hellfire or in his normal voice with just enough rasp and deepness to it that you love.
As Eddie's van crawls along the curb to your front yard, and as he shifts the gear into park, a wave of sadness overcomes you.
You look out the window and over to Eddie. You press you lips together and shrug, pointing out the window with your thumb, "This is me."
Eddie nods and rubs the palm of his hand along the nape of his neck, "Yeah. Listen, uh, I had a lot of fun with you today."
"Me too," you squeak.
Eddie's eyes light up as he looks into yours, "Yeah?"
"Yeah," you shyly smile, feeling heat crawl to your cheeks and neck.
"Cool, yeah, I'm glad," Eddie flounders around his words as he lays his palms flat along his thighs and rubs them along the denim, slightly avoiding your gaze.
"Eddie," you ask as you shift your head, looking for his eyes. When he lets you find them, he smiles nervously.
Eddie. Nervous? No way.
"Sorry, uh, I don't usually get like this," Eddie looks away and awkwardly laughs. "Kind of funny how I'm the shy one now."
"It's okay," you reassure him.
He pauses for a moment, and you decide to do something unexpected. You place a gentle hand on his forearm, attempting to comfort him the way he had for you.
He briefly flits his eyes up to yours and lets out a breathless laugh. With his other hand, he guides your hand to move down and interlock with his. He squeezes firmly, grounding himself in your touch.
"You're really cool, you know that?" Eddie smiles at you earnestly.
"No, but thanks," you shyly smile back, feeling about one million butterflies erupting in your stomach.
"Would it be cool if I, um... Could I have your phone number?"
Now, you've officially died and gone to heaven.
You nod giddily and sweetly whisper a soft, "Yeah."
You take out a notebook and pencil from your bag. You tear off a corner from a blank page and write your phone number.
You hand it over to Eddie and you can practically feel the buzz of electric excitement coming from him.
"So, I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, just don't forget to bring a pencil this time," you tease as you put you things back in your bag and unbuckle your seatbelt.
"Then what excuse will I have to talk to you," Eddie responds.
You laugh at first until you realize he meant it. He was actually doing that just as an excuse to talk to you.
Holy shit.
"Um, I'm sure you'll come up with something," you nervously laugh. "You seemed to work that Munson magic pretty well today."
It was something you said rather off-handedly, but that sort of is what drew you to Eddie. Some sort of magic he seemed to possess. Someone who was rather unsuspecting from the jump, seemingly with magic had you utterly charmed.
"Munson magic, I like that. Guess you'll just have to find out tomorrow then," Eddie said confidently.
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
Eddie laughs and shakes his head, "Whichever one you want it to be."
You rolled your eyes and smiled as you opened the car door and slide out of the seat, "Goodnight Eddie."
Eddie smiled at you as you looked at him one last time.
"Goodnight Y/N," he smirked.
You close the door behind you and giddily walk up the driveway to your house, hoping Eddie nor your parents would be able to tell just how giddy you'd felt.
Or how strange this whole day has been. Or how Eddie's Munson magic has you feeling like the luckiest person in the world.
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You change your look and Eddie notices
What you wouldn't give to have Eddie Munson notice you. Well he noticed you, but not in that way.
You weren’t exactly friends with Eddie, but after having shared a few classes this year and assigned seats next to each other in English, you’d become very close…acquaintances. At least that’s how you’d describe your relationship with Eddie.
You and Eddie talked a lot in class. And sure, you came to know some pretty personal things about the other, but it’s not like you were ever seen together outside of class.
Would you have liked to? The answer would have unequivocally been yes, but you didn’t think he felt the same way. Did he show some signs that might have indicated otherwise? Possibly.
He casually touched your hand or arm or shoulder on multiple occasions. He whispered jokes in your ear in class a few times. He always complimented the doodles you made in the margins of your notebook. And he even invited you to come see his band play, but in such a nonchalant way you never thought he was serious.
Even then, you reasoned that he was just the kind of guy that had a flirty personality. It wasn’t special for you. There’s no way he could ever like you back. No one ever did.
And it was obvious he had the hots for Chrissy Cunningham. For someone so vocally against the system, he sure did stand in line with every other guy in school to crush on Hawkins High’s head cheerleader.
Chrissy was a sweet girl though. You didn’t know her well, but you had a class with her last year and heard a few stories about her. She seemed nice enough. She was always kind to others and kept to herself for the most part. Who wouldn’t like a girl like that?
You hold nothing against her, but when you face the facts, you know you’re nothing like her.
You’re not girly and sweet in the same way she is. You’re not petite and cute the way she is. And you’re definitely not some heaven sent angel Eddie and every other boy at school make her out to be. Which explains why Eddie could never look at you the way he looks at her.
If you were honest, you know Eddie and Chrissy would be a cute couple together, especially in that opposites attract kind of way. But that leaves you where you’ve always been: alone.
You knew you weren’t a princess, but you weren’t exactly a brain or an athlete or a criminal or a basket case either.
Who were you? You were still figuring it out for yourself, but one thing you knew for sure was that you weren’t wanted.
Sometimes it’s easy to act like it doesn’t bother you. Like you prefer to be alone, which most times you do, but other times you don’t.
It hurts to not be chosen. It hurts to not be desired. It hurts to be rejected. So it’s safer to pretend like you don’t even want it at all. Like you don’t even care.
But when everyone in your friend group is in a relationship or has already been in one before except you, that was the last straw.
Was something wrong with you? Was there some big sign on your forehead everyone else saw but you saying please run away? You’d had crushes before but they always ended up with someone else or only ever seeing you as a friend
Something had to give.
But what could you do? Put on some coy flirtatious act? Maybe. It would be challenging, but would it even be genuine?
You could try putting yourself out there a bit more. That could be a start.
Maybe you could do what Sandy did in your favorite movie, Grease. Yes it was cliche and very extreme, but a little makeover here and there might help.
And suddenly you had a plan. A plan to get peoples attention? Not exactly. But more like a plan to find yourself, improve your confidence, and hopefully… attract the right people from that point on.
So you put your plan into action. Day by day you made a small change. One day you started wearing mascara. The next you tried talking to the cute boy next to you in the lunch line.
As then days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, you became utterly unrecognizable.
Your hair was down. You even cut it and dyed it a darker color. You wore more makeup. Sometimes you wore red lipstick or eyeliner or did a Smokey eyeshadow look.
You wore darker, more form fitting clothes. You sometimes wore leather pants. You wore more jewelry along your ears, neck, wrists, and fingers. You even started wearing more dresses and skirts. Sometimes you’d even compliment your outfits with a pair of fishnet tights underneath.
You still had your glasses and that bad habit of biting your lip a little too hard when you were concentrating. But now you stood a little taller, back arched and chest protruding.
Your hips swayed when you walked. You smiled more. You talked slower and with a slightly higher pitch in your voice. You even made direct eye contact.
Pretty soon, boys from the basketball team started flirting with you. Boys in the school band would get nervous around you. Boys in your classes would wink at you when passing a paper back.
People would glance at you in the hall or at lunch. Some would smile and a few would even check you out.
Boys would pass notes with you in class or give you their number when they saw you studying alone in the library.
You got asked out on several dates which was more than you were even expecting.
For kicks, you took a few guys up on the offer. You went out for ice cream with a tuba player from the schools band. You went to watch the newest sci-fi movie with a boy from mathletes. You even got taken out to dinner once by a boy on the swim team.
But after so many dates, it turned out a lot of the boys at school you once had a crush on or were even remotely interested were actually boring or mean or just not that good of a fit.
You could admit, the attention was nice. And the experience was giving you confidence. But at the the end of the day, the only boy in school you wanted the time of day from was still uninterested.
But at least after all was said and done, that shy lonely girl was long gone. Or so you thought.
One day, you decided to take Eddie up on one of his promises to sell you discounted weed.
You met him up after school in the woods in that clearing behind the school’s track and field.
That day, you wore a bit more makeup than usual. Not for him though. You just had plans to go out with your friends and this was a pit stop along the way.
“Wow, you look…” he says as he scans your body. You were wearing a maroon dress with fishnet tights, boots, and a Jean jacket.
For the first time in months, the gesture makes you shudder, almost wanting to crawl out of your skin.
You thought you wanted Eddie to notice you, but not like this.
“Really committing to the new look huh,” he asks in confusion.
Heat starts to boil in your veins.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you say sheepishly, having intended to say it with more confidence.
“No, no it’s not. I kinda like it actually. I’m just… confused is all,” he says as he sits along the bench across from you.
“What’s there to be confused about?”
“It’s just so… different.”
You huff as you sit across from him, not ready to have this conversation despite the way it’s already unraveling itself.
“Different from before?”
“Yeah,” he nods, wavy hair shaking lightly over his shoulders.
“Well no one ever really looked at me before,” you sheepishly say, looking to the side. “Figured change could be a good thing.”
What is happening right now? How is talking to Eddie like this ripping away the layers of the cool and confident exterior you’ve spent so much time curating?
Is the facade truly that thin that all it takes is a quick comment to make it all come crashing down, leaving nothing but that shy insecure girl from before?
He jerks his head back, “what?”
You look at him in confusion.
“Is that what this is about?”
Heat rises to your cheeks. All this effort you thought was finally paying off only leaves you feeling ridiculous.
“I looked at you before,” he says with sincerity, searching between your eyes.
You look at him skeptically, narrowing your eyes and creasing your brows. “No you didn’t. Chrissy Cunningham maybe, but not me.”
Eddie sighs, “Can I level with you for a sec?”
You look at him with wide eyes, unsure of what his next words might be.
“I admit, there’s been times when I’ve thought about Chrissy, but never in the way I thought about you.”
“C’mon Eddie, you don’t have to say that,” you wave a hand, almost refusing to take him seriously.
“I’m not just saying that sweetheart, I mean it. Have you really never noticed?”
He places his hands flat against the wooden table top and leans forward, looking her square in the eye.
“I… I might’ve noticed. But you kind of act that way towards everyone. How was I supposed to know it meant something different for me?”
“I guess that’s where I kinda fucked up,” Eddie laughs.
You smile nervously, unsure if this is some crazy dream you’re stuck in.
“To be honest, I’ve liked you for a long time, I just didn’t think you’d ever be into some freak like me,” he says, scratching his head.
You raise your eyebrows, “That’s absurd. Almost absurd that you would like me. But even more absurd to think I wouldn’t like a freak like you.”
Eddie slightly gasps, searching into your eyes, looking for an ounce of sincerity. When he finds it, he looks at you questioningly.
“Are you still,” he raises his brows. You search between his eyes.
You look at him unsure. Admitting this feels like walking into a trap.
“Is this new version of you… would she still be into a freak like me?”
Your heart starts racing. All confidence out the window now.
“‘Cause I know that I liked the girl you were before,” he starts and you sigh.
If he really liked the girl you were before, wouldn’t he have made a move?
“But I also like the girl you are now. Whoever you want to be, whoever you are, I’m into it,” he says with a smile.
You look over your shoulder and back at him, “Eddie, if you liked the girl I was before, why didn’t you ever give her a chance?”
Eddie’s eyes turn down, “Because I was an idiot. I could see how great of a person you are, but I was too much of a coward to ever do anything about it.”
You furrow your eyebrows.
“And most of all, I was afraid of being rejected. I could take rejection from Chrissy or any other girl at this school, but I don’t think I could take it from you.”
“Really,” you ask, searching into his eyes.
“Yeah, I mean… you’re beautiful and smart and funny. You have killer taste in music and movies. In what world could I ever deserve a girl like that,” Eddie says breathlessly.
You look down and sheepishly smile. You can't believe Eddie is sitting here in front of you just proclaiming his admiration.
You thought you were alone in your insecurity and your fear of rejection, but turns out you’re not.
"I like you too Eddie, 'freak' or not."
Eddie smiles, heart beaming just for her.
“What do you say? Why don’t we skip the deal. You can smoke for free, back at my place.”
You smile and crinkle your nose as you furrow your brows, “ Is this your way of asking me on a date Munson?”
The look of mortification on his face is priceless. “Uh, yeah I mean… if you… maybe—“
“Look Eddie, I’m gonna stop you right there. I made plans with my friends tonight and I’m not gonna bail on them. Kinda why I came to you for this in the first place," you say, gesturing to his black tin box.
"Oh, right," Eddie says as he opens the box. You make the exchange and look him in the eye.
"How about this? Come to me on Monday with a real date idea and then we’ll see.” You say, confidence coming back full force, practically dripping off your tongue.
After having gone on so many dates, you had gotten a better idea of how you should be treated. You wanted to be with someone that respected you and cared for you and put in the effort to be with you. Plenty of guys had shown you that before, and Eddie should be no different, but you had to know just to be sure.
“Oh ok,” he says, taken aback by your response but eager to fulfill your request, hope coursing his veins.
“Think maybe over the weekend, if I come up with a few ideas, I can call you. Run ‘em by you?”
You smirk at him, “You can give me your number, and if I’m feeling generous, I’ll give you a call before Monday.”
You’ve never seen Eddie scramble so fast to find a piece of paper and anything that could be used to write before.
You giggle as he writes in chicken scratch handwriting his phone number.
“I’ll be free tomorrow ni—“
“I’ll call you when I call you Munson. You made me wait the whole school year for this, I think you can stand to wait a whole weekend,” you say as you retrieve the paper from him and stand up.
He rushes to get up and walk over to you. “Oh yeah, sorry... Can I at least walk you back?”
“Sure,” you smile at him.
As you make your way over to the student parking lot, you feel a guilty pleasure at seeing his nervousness.
"You really do look beautiful Y/N. Always have been. But even now. I'm sorry if I ever made you think otherwise."
"Its ok," you nod. And it really is.
Something you've learned from this whole charade was that you were the real trophy here. You were the prize to be won, whether anybody saw it or not. You were always the real treasure, and you’d be damned if anybody treated you otherwise.
But you have a good feeling Eddie knows this. Like he'll treat you the way you always deserved.
Your friends are gathered by a station wagon and you smile.
"That's me," you say as you stop and look at Eddie.
"Oh ok," he say disappointedly.
"Hang around your phone this weekend, okay?" You smile as you reach forward and place a hand on his bicep.
You lean forward and whisper in his ear, squeezing his bicep as you say, "I stay up late."
You place a gentle kiss on his cheek and pull away, leaving behind a stunned Eddie Munson.
"Bye Eddie," you call out as you skip over to your friends.
He sheepishly waves, barely processing your actions before he can even properly react.
There's no way the person you were before would ever do anything like that, but he didn't mind at all. In fact, he couldn't wait to get to know you more. He wanted to see every side of you and hope you want to see every side of him too.
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Eddie fluff idea: Eddie keeps trying to convince Dustin to let him date his sister (Dustin is an over protective little brother)
i love this! after chemistry i was thinking about writing a henderson!sister series bc omg the possibilities are endless, but alas bestie, your wish is my command.
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"Dusty, c'mon we gotta get going," you called out from the corner of the drama room. It was 5:30 and the sun was starting to set.
You'd done some studying for your algebra 2 and US history classes in the library while waiting for Dustin to finish at Hellfire Club.
"Dusty," some of the other boys snickered.
You walked further into the room, letting the stage lights fall upon your skin. As soon as the other boys saw you, they shut their mouths. It was all fun and games to tease Dustin for the dorky nickname his family had for him, until they saw it come out of the mouth of his hot older sister.
You jut your hip to the side and swiveled your keychain around your finger, "Playtime's over buddy, c'mon."
Dustin scoffed, "Ugh, Y/N we're in the middle of something."
From the head of the table, Eddie sat on his throne and cleared his throat, "Gentlemen."
He scanned his gaze across the myriad of boys seated across the table before landing on you.
"The lady is right. I implore we call for a recess. The game shall reconvine at a later date."
"A recess?" "What?" "Ugh." Are a few of the comments that erupt from across the table.
You sweetly smiled at Eddie, "Thanks Eddie."
Eddie softly smiled and gave you a curt nod.
"C'mon Dusty, let's go."
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"Dude your sister seriously ruined Hellfire Club yesterday," Gareth glares at Dustin at lunch the next day.
Dustin shrugs and shakes his head, "I know, but she's my only ride man."
"Eddie can just take you home, right Eddie?"
Dustin looks over to Eddie curiously.
Eddie is lost in thought, gazing out onto the rows of tables along the cafeteria. Searching until his eyes land on her. He fidgets with the handle of the little black tackle box as a variety of imaginary scenarios with her runs through his mind
"Eddie," Dustin shouts. He glares at him and claps his hands together.
Eddie shakes his head, "Huh."
"Could you give me a ride home? On days we have Hellfire Club?" Dustin sassily demands.
Eddie scrunches his face. "Why?"
Number 1, Eddie was no ones chauffer, and number 2, Dustin's sister only ever came over when she was about to take Dustin home.
"Because if I get a ride from my sister then I can't stay as long."
Eddie almost wants to decline the offer. No way would he pass up the opportunity to see Lady Henderson, even if it's only for a few minutes a week.
But then a lightbulb goes off in his head.
"You know what Henderson? I'll do you one even better. I'll give you a ride whenever you want," Eddie offers.
Dustin's eyes brighten and he smiles from ear to ear, "Really?"
"Really," Eddie nods sarcastically. "Anytime, anywhere. If..."
"Whatever you want man," Dustin smiles, elated at having his own reliable car service that wasn't his sister or Steve.
"You said it," Eddie grins devilishly at Dustin.
"Wait," Dustin asks, thrown off by Eddie's grin. "What do you want?"
"Oh, I think you know what I want," Eddie smirks.
"Oh no. No. No, Eddie. A million times no. Over my dead body," Dustin slams the table with open palms.
"C'mon, Henderson. What's the harm?"
"She's my sister," Dustin shivers.
"Just one date," Eddie coyly pleads.
"No way man, I'm not prostituting my sister."
Michael shoves Dustin, "Oh, but when it's your sister its not so easy to prostitute her then, huh?'
"What are you talking about Mike?"
"Remember Keith, from the arcade?"
"You're still not over that?" Dustin rolls his eyes.
"I'm just saying," Mike shrugs.
"Dude, c'mon take it as a compliment," Eddie reasons, "Your sister is really cool and smoking hot."
Dustin shrieks, momentarily earning glances from students at nearby tables, "Noooo. No way. Gross, that is my sister you're talking about. No way in hell."
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"Hey mom, a few friends and I are going to the movies this weekend," Dustin calls out to his mom later that night.
"Oh that's sweet. What movie are you boy going to watch," Dustin's mom asks as she lays his dinner plate in front of him.
"Nightmare on Elm Street 2," Dustin says cheerfully.
You look at him across the table with a quirked up eyebrow. That's a rated-R movie. No doubt him and the Hellfire Club will try sneaking in to watch it.
"Oh, that sounds like a scary movie," Dustin's mom chirps as she serves your plate next.
"Yeah, but I can handle it," Dustin says confidently.
"Who else is going?'
"Well, so far it's me, Mike, Jeff, and Eddie."
"I see, well, maybe your sister should tag along too."
You nearly choke on your water. You look up at your mom, "What?"
"Yeah, I don't know if it's such a good idea that he goes alone to see such a scary movie."
"Mom, I'm in high school now and I'm going with like five other people."
"I know Dusty Bun, but I worry about you. It'll give me peace of mind if your sister goes with you."
"Mom, Dustin's right, he's a little too old for a babysitter, don't you think?"
"Y/N, you're going with your brother, that's final."
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"Dustin, my car my music, remember?"
You whined as you changed the radio station from the brash rock one to the bright top 40 one.
"Y/N that music is garbage and you know it," Dustin complains as you drive along main street.
"Well then I happen to like garbage, thank you very much. And you used to like it too. What happened? Did Hellfire Club teach you to hate good music?"
Dustin scoffs, "I'm just saying, there's way better music out there."
"Oh yeah, says who?" You comment and reach a hand out to ruffle Dustin's curls.
"Hands off the mane please," Dustin whines, "And Eddie Munson says that's who."
You roll your eyes. "Well I beg to differ."
You want to argue further, but you've just arrived at the megaplex movie theater. You already regret coming and you haven't even managed to sneak into the viewing yet.
You park the car and see a few of the boys already gathered in front of the movie theater.
You and Dustin climb out of the car and head over.
The boys are laughing and lost in conversation till Eddie spots you and nearly does a double take.
He plays it cool and says, "Do my eyes deceive me or am I seeing double the Henderson today?"
"Yeah, yeah, don't cream your pants," you annoyedly respond.
"Ooh," the other boys taunt Eddie, making an ever so subtle blush appear on his cheeks.
"My mom made me bring her," Dustin sullenly explains.
"Uh, I was the one bringing you here, Dustin, don't forget it."
"How can I?" Dustin rolls his eyes.
Eddie carefully eyes Dustin and you. He was shocked to see you here, but now, it's like the universe is on his side. No way does this count as a date, but he'll never pass up time to spend with you.
"What do you say sweetheart? Shall we," Eddie grins.
You roll your eyes and hide the smile threatening to form on your lips.
"Yeah," you nod and start heading inside, grateful none of the other boys witnessed the interaction.
The plan was to buy tickets for a different, not R-rated movie that was playing and then actually go to the theater playing Nightmare on Elm Street 2.
So, you paid for your and Dustin's tickets while the other boys paid for theirs.
The group of you gathered in line for the concession stand, nearly clearing them out for all the popcorn, candy, and soda they had.
When it was time to head to the ticket stand, the young boy around your age checking tickets nearly froze when he saw you. The tips of his ears began turning red and he struggled to move his facial muscles to form a shy smile.
"Hi," you smiled and greeted nonchalantly. "We're here to see, um, Rocky IV?"
The young boy nodded and blinked profusely, beads of sweat starting to form at the nape of his neck.
"G-g-go on ahead," he word vomitted.
You gave him your flirtiest smile, "Thanks."
You ushered the boys to go ahead of you, leaving Eddie by your side behind the group. making your way to the theater.
"I think you practically gave that kid a boner," Eddie whispered to you.
"What," you squealed, feeling a blush creep onto your own cheeks. "What hell dude? Gross."
Eddie laughs, "Seriously, you could've told him we were watching any movie and I think he would've let you through."
"Well we're in the clear now, aren't we Munson?"
Eddie's heart practically beams at you calling him by his last name. And he feels like the luckiest boy in the room getting to sit next to you in the crowded theater, with Dustin on the other edge of the row.
You have to admit, you found Eddie to be attractive. You have even before Dustin became friends with him. But once that happened, you had no choice but to see him as your baby brother's best friend and were sure he only saw you as his best friend's sister.
But it didn't hurt hear Eddie's husky voice or getting to look into his pretty brown eyes.
And it was an unexpected by welcomed heat in your belly when Eddie would lean over and whisper into your ear during certain parts of the movie to make a comment or joke.
And much to Eddie's enjoyment, anytime there was an especially scary part, you instinctively would hide your head into his shoulder.
"Sorry," you apologized the first time it happened. "That scene was just--"
"It's okay," Eddie warmly smiled at you. "You don't have to be scared with me."
"I'm not... scared, " you lied and Eddie could see right through you, but he let you save face.
"Sure, but if you ever do get scared--"
You shrieked at the next scene hid your face in his shoulder again, this time, placing a soft hand to his chest.
You looked up at him, the light of the screen illuminating his warm eyes.
He smiled back at you, "It's okay."
You nodded and right as you turned to face forward and watch the movie, Eddie snaked his arm around you, letting his hand rest along your shoulder.
You bit your lip, but couldn't resist the temptation to lean into his touch, slightly snuggling into the warmth of his body.
Eddie looks down at the crown of your head. He smiles to himself and feels a warmth in his chest.
If things keep going like this, he doesn't think he'll have to worry about asking Dustin if he can date his sister for much longer.
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the darkest night - part 1 of 3
summary: 12 year old reader searches the woods for best friend!eddie who hasn't been at school in weeks. After finding him and learning the true reason for his absence, she comforts him and by nightfall, their relationship takes a new turn
cw: best friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, kissing, trauma (mentions of Eddie's dad going to jail), cursing, etc.,
a/n: absolutely had a lucky strike of inspiration from the song lyric shown below. I contemplated making this all one piece or a mini series and my impatient self wanted to already post it even tho im not done so mini series it is.
word count: 3.4k
The darkest night, never felt so bright with you by my side, 5 Seconds of Summer
May 19th, 1978
With every step you took, you could feel the dense earth soften beneath your feet. Stray leaves fell from the trees with every gust of that warm, almost summer, breeze.
When you left your house, the sun shone brightly, beating down your back as you pedaled down the streets of your hometown, Hawkins, Indiana.
After passing through your best friend Eddie’s neighborhood and later, his uncle’s trailer at the Forest Hills Trailer Park, searching for your beloved friend, you almost cursed him for practically sending you on some scavenger hunt and a tour of Hawkin’s greatest hits when he wasn’t at either place.
But you were determined to find him. And any sense of frustration at your prior luck seemed to dissipate as the shadow of the forest beyond the Hawkins National Lab protected you from that powerful celestial being of the sun above.
“Eddie,” you called out.
You trudged between the trees, pushing your bike alongside you, scanning the surrounding area.
“Eddie, where are you?"
The bird chirped from their spot perched in the trees overhead.
"It’s me, your best friend in the whole world, Y/N. Wherever you are, please come out, Eddie,” you yelled intermittently as you followed the trail of the old abandoned train tracks.
You took out your trusty compass and followed the path just south of Lover’s Lake. It felt like your little twelve year old legs had been walking for miles. God only knows how big this midwestern haven could span.
But after a while, you started losing patience. Where was he?
“Eddie, this is the worst game of hide and seek we’ve ever played. And besides, we’re too old for that shit,” you exclaimed.
Even alone in the middle of the forest, a small alarm sounded in the back of your head. If your parents heard you say such a word, you would be in big trouble. Good thing it was just you.
“Eddie, you little shit,” you humphed as you approached the massive boulder the town seemed to agree on calling Skull Rock.
“Eddie, I swear to god if you–” You frustratedly said under your breath as you turned to the other side of the rock, and almost tripped on a pile of… Eddie Munson and his backpack?
“Eddie,” you gasped and looked down at him. His head hung down and his gaze was cast somewhere in the nearby distance, as if the pile of leaves a few feet away were that captivating.
“Eddie,” you dropped down to your knees, “Where the hell have you been?”
You instinctively wrap your arms around his stiff body, engulfing him in the tightest hug humanly possible. You held him like that for a few moments, softening your grip as any anger at having spent the whole day looking for him dissipated.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” you whispered into his neck, feeling the pricking of buzzed hair at his scalp against your skin.
You pulled away slightly, if just for a moment, to see his face. His chin was turned down and he avoided your gaze. For a split second, he bit his lip and looked up at you, frazzled and afraid.
You didn’t say anything. You just returned to your position with your head in the crook of his neck.
As you held him, neither of you said anything. All you can hear is the deep breath he takes, inhaling the comforting scent of your hair.
He slowly slithers his arms around you and holds you back, increasing the tightness of his hold till you can feel him holding on for dear life.
If something wasn’t wrong before, you could absolutely tell it was now.
“Eddie,” you whisper as you pull away from his grasp, wanting to look at him face to face again.
“Hmph,” he grunts under his breath as he tightens his hold on you, not letting you get away so fast.
So you sit there and hold him. The sounds of birds chirping and the two of you breathing the other in, audible in the air. You stroke his head, with hair buzzed short, or rub circles along his back.
You’ve never seen Eddie like this. If you weren’t so worried, you might even be afraid.
“Eddie,” you softly ask after minutes of silence. “What happened to you?”
You can feel him shake his head next to yours.
“Eddie, I need you to talk to me okay?”
Eddie’s lip quivers, but he doesn’t say anything.
“I just want to know what happened.”
He shakes his head again.
“Please, Eddie,” you whisper and furrow your face in the crook of his neck, feeling the slow and steady stream of hot tears beginning to flow down your cheeks.
“Why weren’t you at school all week? And why are there a bunch of reporters at your house and your uncle’s trailer?”
Eddie winces and makes a noise signaling pain. But then he begins to feel the warm wet tears on your cheek smear into the skin of his neck and pulls away slightly.
He looks at you incredulously, in shock to see you cry over him.
You take a moment to look him in the eye. His big brown eyes are red and slightly puffy. He sniffles and you smile at him painfully.
“It’s bad,” he whispers and looks away.
You grab his hand and give it a tender squeeze. You don’t expect him to say too much after that. Even though it doesn’t satisfy your curiosity, you wanted an answer and he gave you one. He doesn’t seem well enough to do much more than that.
So you nod and look at him.
“Really bad,” he adds under his breath.
“I’m sorry,” you respond, at least hoping he might be able to tell you when he’s ready.
Eddie doesn’t say anything for a while, but you continue to gently touch him by rubbing circles along his back or squeezing his left hand which hasn’t let go of yours since you first grabbed it.
“Who do I have to fight?” You asked, finally breaking the peaceful albeit confusing silence.
“What,” Eddie grumbles into your neck. You pull away and find a small smile on his perplexed face.
“Who do I have to fight? Whoever it is that made you feel this way, tell me their address so I can go and give them a piece of my mind. No one messes with my best friend and gets away with it,” you explained triumphantly.
“Silly girl,” Eddie chuckles as he tucks a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.
“I’m serious Eds. I’ll call backup too.”
“What? You and Raggedy Ann and Andy gonna take on the man?” Eddie asks sarcastically as he absentmindedly drags his fingers along either side of your arm.
“Eddie,” you scoffed as you lightly smacked him in the chest. You made a show of looking around, as if there was someone to hide from, “I told you that in secret.”
Eddie giggles at your reaction, always loving the way he could push your buttons like teasing you about still playing with dolls. Any other moment it would have annoyed you, but now, it puts the biggest smile on your face.
“But if it comes down to it, then yes. We’ll do whatever it takes to fight for justice.”
Eddie’s hands fell defeatedly to your thighs and for some reason it made a weird shiver go down your spine. Before you could even think about why it happened or what it meant, a hardened look fell upon Eddie’s face.
“No need, sweetheart,” Eddie said tensely.
Even though Eddie was your best friend, he sometimes called you “sweetheart”. He almost always only used it as a joke. Like if you said something goofy or made fun of him back, he’d say something like “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say sweetheart.”
Sometimes the other kids at school would hear you two talk to each other like that. A lot of them would ask if you two were dating. You could have sworn that even some of the teachers started to think so too because they would sit you two next to each other in class.
Even though it wasn’t true, because Eddie was just your best friend, you didn’t mind the special treatment from your teachers.
Otherwise, you had never really given much thought to the name before. It was just one of Eddie’s signature quirks.
But the way he says it now feels strange. There’s more weight to it. The way he says it. The way it feels in your chest when you hear him call you that. It’s all sort of different now.
“What makes you say that?”
“I don’t think Raggedy Ann and Andy have the power to defeat the darkness that is the Hawkins Police, or worse, my dad,” Eddie says as though he’s just told a hilarious joke.
Your head jerks back slightly from his abrasive words and casual tone. Eddie’s dad? And the police? What happened?
“What? Didn’t you hear, sweetheart?” Eddie grins at you in a way that makes your insides crawl. “Daddy’s dancin’ to the jailhouse rock.”
Your eyebrows scrunched together. Eddie wasn’t making any sense. His dad? Jail? And yet the thinly veiled Elvis reference wasn’t even the most surprising part.
“Your dad’s going to jail?” You say when the pieces finally come together.
Eddie never really had any great stories to tell about his dad. They had a… different kind of father-son relationship. Eddie once told her that he’d wished his dad could have taught him how to fish or play catch instead of teaching him how to hotwire a car.
“Looks like the cats out of the bag,” Eddie says with such casual confidence.
“Eddie, I don’t understand,” you grab his shoulders and try to find some sort of understanding just from the look in his eyes.
“Looks like little Eddie Munson’s an orphan now,” Eddie shrugs, still mysteriously smiling.
“Eddie, don’t say that,” you whine as you throw yourself against him in another bear hug. You don’t understand how he’s being so calm and casual about this right now. Or how he could make jokes at a time like this.
“It’s true,” he whispers as he gently tightens his grip around you.
“What about your Uncle Wayne? You could stay with him, right?”
Eddie loved his Uncle Wayne. He’d constantly tell you about the movie marathons in his trailer or the memories of Wayne taking him and his mom to Benny's Burgers on Sundays.
“Yeah, I moved in yesterday.”
You pull away and look into his puffy eyes. The brown of his irises a pool of pain and longing. Too much for any twelve year old boy to handle.
But that explains why Eddie’s been gone.
Your parents watched the 6:00 news at dinner every night. They started talking about some high profile criminal case but with not many details able to be released just yet. You were sure Eddie and his family would make breaking news tonight.
“What do you say we just run away?” You asked.
Eddie scoffs, “Yeah? And go where?”
“I don’t know,” You shrugged. “Anywhere.”
Eddie took a moment to think about it before saying, “Let’s go to London.”
“London? Why London?”
“It’s far enough away from here,” Eddie sneers.
“It wouldn’t be because it’s home to all your favorite bands, is it?” You ask teasingly.
“Well, it doesn’t hurt to be in the home of the greatest rockstars to ever live,” Eddie says giddily.
You giggle and extend your pinky finger out, “Okay, pinky promise?”
Eddie smiles at you warmly. For the first time all day, he looks happy. He hooks his pinky finger around yours and says, “Pinky promise”.
You and Eddie continue to hang around his favorite hiding spot, Skull Rock, for a little while longer before heading back to his uncle’s trailer and your home before dark.
When you get home, your parents engulf you in a hug and wail about your absence.
“Where have you been?”
“We’ve been worried sick?”
“Don’t you ever leave without telling us where you’re going again!”
“We heard about what happened with that Munson boy?”
“It’s not safe for you to be out with him!”
But after a while it all just turned to noise.
You made it home safe and sound. No one got hurt. What were they so worked up about?
And you didn’t understand why they would say things like that. They had known Eddie for years now. He’s the same boy he always was. Eddie wasn’t the one who did the crime, so why was he getting punished?
The thought of all that happened that day kept you well up into the night. As you stared up at your ceiling, you couldn’t help but wonder about Eddie.
What was he doing? Was he sad that his dad was going to jail? Was he relieved to at least be with his Uncle Wayne? You bet he misses his mom now more than ever.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
You turn your head toward the window and climb out of bed, your cotton night dress swooshing as you walk over to it.
You draw the curtains and look out the window to find Eddie down on the front lawn. He mouths something, but it’s too dark and he’s too far away to really see.
But you know what it is. This isn’t the first time Eddie’s done this.
You see him climbing along the side of your house and up to the second story. You open the window when you see his figure come closer.
“Eddie, it’s one o’clock in the morning,” you whisper as he climbs through the window. He enters the room and stands before you. The streetlights outside illuminating his pale skin, white t-shirt, and plaid pajama pants.
“I know, I couldn’t sleep,” Eddie smiles at you, replying in a voice much louder than a whisper.
“Eddie shh!” You shush him and turn over your shoulder, worried the noise might wake your parents.
Eddie’s smile drops and you frown.
“I know, I’m tired but I couldn’t sleep either,” you say as you wrap your arms around him. His muscles relax and he returns the gesture.
“What’s keeping you up?” Eddie asked. Obviously the weight of the week’s events were heavy on his mind, but what could be on yours?
“I’ve been thinking about you. Worrying and hoping you’re okay,” you replied earnestly. There was nothing you had to hide. Not from him.
Eddie pulled away and looked at you incredulously. Stunned to think anyone could care enough to lose sleep over him.
“C’mon,” you sleepily jerked your head to the side in the direction of your full size bed. It was about the same size as the bed in Wayne’s trailer. It’s funny how he had never really made that connection till now.
You don’t say a word as you pull back the covers and climb into the warm bed with soft pillows. You even make a show of scooting your Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls over for him.
“Can you put those away,” Eddie cautiously asks as he hesitantly walks over to the other side of the bed, “I feel like they’re watching me.”
You roll your eyes and get up to put them in your closet. For a boy who loves scary movies, he sure does have a weird fear of dolls. Not that you would ever understand since you were too afraid to watch said movies with him.
You make your way back to the bed and see Eddie kicking off his shoes and moving to lie down with you. You get under the cover and he does the same. You face each other and in your borderline sleepy state, you smile at him, feeling much more at ease with him here.
“Does Wayne know you’re here?” You asked.
The few times Eddie’s gone to your house like this was usually when his dad was on one and Wayne was out at work.
“No, he’s got the night shift.”
“Oh,” you reply. You wonder if Eddie felt scared being in that home all alone. If it was still hard to sleep even though his dad was gone now.
Even though you secretly liked when Eddie snuck into your room at night, you always worried that you might get caught or Eddie would hurt himself on the way down or something.
But tonight, you’re glad he’s here without pretense of worry.
You snuggle closer to Eddie and rest your cheek against the cotton fabric barricading you from the skin of his chest. You can hear his heartbeat. The rapid rhythm like music to your ears.
Eddie wraps an arm around you and leans down to press a kiss against the top of your head.
Eddie’s never done that before. But the act makes you feel warm and like your insides have turned to goo. You tilt your head up to look at him. His soft smile and sleepy eyes visible in the pale moonlight.
For a brief moment, you smile back.
There’s so many things you wish you could say but don’t know how. Eddie already knows that he’s your best friend. It’s obvious to anyone that you love and care about him. You don’t want to seem like you pity him, but you worry about how he’s doing with all the changes that are going on in his life. You want him to know that no matter what happens, you’ll be by his side. But how?
The only way you know how, the only way you can possibly sum up all of those feelings is to grab a hold of his shoulder, and reach up to bring your lips to the side of his face, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Not too soft but not too firm. One that lets him know you’re there. Warm and alive and together.
Your hand on his shoulder slides back down to his chest, where you can feel the vibration of his heart beating even faster than it did before.
Eddie looks down at you and you look back up at him but you can’t quite read his face. His eyes are a little wide, but the rest of his expression is neutral. Not sure if your action was received the way you intended, you start to worry. Did he not like it? Was it a mistake? You think you should probably apologize…
But then Eddie cups your cheek and leans forward and before you can even do or say anything, Eddie’s lips are brushed against yours. His chapped lips press a soft kiss to your smooth ones. His lips linger as he applies pressure to yours. And somehow your body knows just how to respond. Your lips return the same pressure as you kiss him back, feeling him smile against you.
You didn’t even realize your eyes were closed till he pulls away and they flutter open. He smiles at you shyly and you gleam back at him.
Eddie just gave you your first kiss. The first girl Eddie’s ever kissed is now you.
Your mind is racing with thoughts. You can’t believe Eddie just kissed you! On the lips! It was weird and unexpected, but you kind of liked it, maybe even enough to want more.
For a moment, you contemplate kissing him again. Like a fool, rushing back in for seconds. But before you can, Eddie uses the hand along your cheek to pull you close to him, letting your head rest against his chest again.
You’re lying breathless pressed against Eddie’s warm body. Perhaps it should be a relief that after an amazing yet unexpected first kiss, you don’t have to worry about what comes next. You could just enjoy it for what it was: a beautiful moment with the boy you love most.
But that’s just it. The boy you love isn’t the same boy anymore. He’s gone through some hard things. He’s changing right in front of your very eyes. And the love you once had for him isn’t the same kind of love you’re starting to have for him now.
As summer begins to near, you realize it’ll be the first summer you spend together as something different. Because you aren’t kids anymore. You’ll never be those innocent kids again.
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the darkest night - part 2 of 3
part 1
summary: teenage eddie and reader discover some hidden feelings in a game of truth or dare
cw: best friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, kissing, trauma (mentions of Eddie's dad going to jail), cursing, etc.,
word count: 3.8k
February 8th, 1986
“Punch bowl’s emptyyyy,” Gareth shouts from across the room, pouting from the kitchen.
“It’s all your fault,” Jeff replies in mock anger.
Gareth points a finger back in Jeff’s direction. “Noooo, you’re the one who said–”
“Remind me why I’m here again,” You lean over and whisper to Eddie as you watch the two boys drunkenly fight over a very meaningless bowl of jungle juice.
“Because you love me,” Eddie replies leaning forward and getting just a little too close to your face, trying to smirk, but feeling too hazy to fully commit to the gesture.
You gently shove Eddie and the stench of alcohol on his breath away, “Are you sure it’s not the fact that I just love partying with high schoolers so much I still do it even though I already graduated?”
“Eh,” Eddie dramatically shrugs, “Same difference.”
“Truth or darrreeee,” Jeff shouts from the kitchen as him and Gareth bring more cups over to the living room.
“Truth or dare,” Gareth roars behind him.
Guess the whole punch bowl debacle didn’t take long to resolve.
You look around the room and see everyone gather in the living room. A few people take the empty seats on the couches around you while others bring a chair from the dining room or sit on the floor.
You place a comforting hand on Eddie’s forearm, grateful you both took it upon yourselves to stake claim on the love seat.
As much as you loved your best friend, Eddie, these were all his friends. After failing senior year the first two times, these were the people he grew to love in that hellhole of a high school and you never wanted to mess with that. But the only thing you had in common with them was your love for the boy with the wild head of curls.
You make eye contact with a girl across the room. She’s Gareth’s girlfriend and one of the only other girls here. You smile at her and she smiles back and shrugs.
The only other thing you know about her is that she’s in the school band. Practically everyone here has been at some point.
Soon enough, cups get passed around or refilled, ensuring that if anyone wasn’t drunk before, they will be pretty soon.
Gareth gets the game started and you watch the other kids play as you wait your turn.
The game kicks off with a dare for Gareth to go to the front yard and scream “penis” as loud as he can. His girlfriend chooses truth and has to answer who’s the weirdest person she’s ever had a wet dream about to which the answer was the nerdy boy from The Breakfast Club.
The game continues to go back and forth like that as other member’s of Eddie’s band and friends continue to play. You sip on your punch and laugh at all the right moments, but otherwise require much more alcohol to make things more bearable.
By the time it’s yours and Eddie’s turn, your limbs are feeling a lot softer, your skin warmer. It doesn’t take much effort to smile, but it does take a hand on Eddie’s leg to prop yourself upright. Even when you feel the muscles tense up under the black denim covering it.
“Truth or Dare Eds?”
Eddie scoffs and laughs, “You insult me.”
You look over to his friends and say, “It’s a dare. Whatcha got?”
Gareth and Jeff and the boys look at each other with a devilish gleam. They only exchange glances before Gareth looks you and Eddie square in the eye. It’s as if the boys have already planned for this moment.
“We dare Eddie - to keep his hand on the very inner thigh of the person next to him till the next round,” Gareth commands with a smirk.
You turn to look at Eddie and see a slight clench to his jaw. As soon as it appears, it fades away as he grins and looks over to you, the only person next to him.
Eddie shakes his head and forcibly grins at Gareth, “Piece of cake.”
You laugh aloud, surprised the boys hadn’t dared him to give the room a strip tease or something.
“Yeah,” You hiccup, “Kind of a mild dare Gare, I was expecting more from the so called freaks of Hawkins High-ah!”
You lightly gasp, feeling your eyes widen and back arch slightly as Eddie’s rough hand gently smooths over the top of your thigh, dangerously close to your hips and settles down on the inner side, right at the apex of your soft thighs.
A warmth spreads through your cheeks as you blankly look from Eddie’s ring clad hand up to his face and scan the faces in the rest of the room, praying to god nobody noticed that.
“Alright, now that that’s settled,” Jeff says tauntingly before the rest of the eyes of the room land on you.
“Truth or dare?” Gareth asks.
You gulp. All of a sudden feeling like the room has gotten really hot. All too aware of the piercing stares and the ironclad grip of Eddie’s hand on your thigh. He’s looking at Gareth as he begins to rub slow circles in your skin with his thumb and you swear, if it weren’t for the alcohol in your system, surely his touch would be enough to make you pass out.
“Um, truth,” you croak out, trying to sound as normal as possible. It takes the strength of a thousand suns to keep your eyes from closing and your mouth from letting out a noise very inappropriate for a crowd of what is more or less strangers.
“Who was your childhood crush?” Jeff asks.
Your eyes widen and you jerk your head back a bit. That’s it?
You sigh in relief, worried you might’ve gotten a harder or more embarrassing question.
You inhale and shrug. With a shy smile you say, “That’s easy: Eddie.”
Eddie’s eyebrows furrow and his grip on your thigh tightens. His thumb stops rubbing circles as his fingers dip deeply into your flesh. He looks at you over his shoulder, “Which Eddie?”
You shake your head and laugh, “Uh, Munson? The only Eddie I know?”
Eddie shakes his head and turns to face you, never letting his hand move from your leg, “But your childhood crush could be anyone. What about Tom Cruise? Or all those John Travolta movies you made me watch.”
“Why do you think I made you watch them?” You answered perhaps a little too casually for Eddie’s ears.
“Huh,” is all Eddie seems capable of saying with a curt nod of his head.
How could he have missed it? All these years and he never would have thought you ever felt the same.
He instantly sobers up and his mind starts running through all the memories he had of you over the years.
Why is this news to him? Did you drop any hints before and he was just too dense to read them?
The long phone calls, notes passed in class, and joints shared in the back of his van. The bicycle races, shared mixtapes, and times at Skull Rock. All the little nothings that were perhaps everything.
But it all seemed to point to one moment. The day that’s been seared into his brain for the past 8 years, a memory so vivid it’s as though it happened only yesterday.
All it was was a stolen kiss between two kids. On one of the darkest nights of his life, she was his shining northern star.
He knew he was pushing his luck. That he’d gotten caught up in the moment. A moment he knew he’d never have again. But did it mean to her what it meant for him?
All these newfound questions and feelings come flooding in, taking his world and turning it upside down to–
“Earth to Eddie,” Gareth calls his name.
“Eds,” You whisper as you tap along his forearm.
“Huh?” Eddie shakes his head.
“It’s your turn again man,” Jeff says in an annoyed tone.
“Oh, my bad,” Eddie mumbles.
“You don’t have to keep holding her leg either,” Gareth adds.
“Oh,” Eddie says as he looks down and notices his hand still tucked between your legs. “Forgot it was even there.”
He makes a show of removing his hand, leaving an empty feeling between your thighs and the warmth of your legs, gone from his hand. It might be Eddie’s imagination, but after he removes his hand, you slightly shuffle closer to him.
“Let’s do truth,” Eddie says with a slight edge to his voice.
You’re mid sip when you nearly choke on your drink. When was the last time Eddie didn’t choose dare?
“Have you ever cheated on a test?” Jeff asks.
Eddie makes a face of disgust. What kind of bullshit question is that?
“Yeah man, who hasn’t?”
When the rest of the group looks to you for your choice, you pick truth.
“What’s the sexiest song you’ve ever heard?” Gareth asks.
Without hesitation, you answer, “I Was Made for Lovin’ You by Kiss.”
Eddie has to refrain from letting his eyes pop out of his head.
“Eddie actually showed me that song,” you goofily smile at him, not realizing the impact your words have on him and the growing heat in his veins.
“Really? Kiss?” Gareth’s girlfriend asks amusedly.
“Yeah, I know, kind of weird, but I don’t know, something about it just… gets me going for some reason,” you explain.
With every word you say Eddie swears he might just burst. It’s all too much to handle.
When the moment passes and he’s sure everyone is already focused on the next person, he excuses himself to go to the bathroom.
When he gets back, he finds you pouring yourself another drink in the kitchen.
“Hey Eds,” you smile at him as he stands beside you, You lean your head against him shoulder, “Having fun?”
Eddie watches as you take a swig from your cup. He forces a smile, “Yeah. You?”
You nod, letting the rest of your body move with each shake of your head, “I am now! Cheers.”
You look up at him and hold your cup out before taking another gulp.
“Alright thirsty girl, let’s get you back to the couch,” Eddie says as he lays a gentle hand on your lower back and guides you back to the living room. You almost trip over an empty beer can and Eddie’s sure he’ll have to take you home pretty soon.
The next round of truth or dare makes it’s way back to you and Eddie. Eddie uncharacteristically chooses truth again and is asked if he’s ever gone skinny dipping.
“Can’t say that I have Gareth the Great,” Eddie replies earnestly, just ready for this stupid game to be over with.
“You haven’t,” You asked, words slightly slurred as the alcohol in your system starts catching up to you. “Why not? It’s fun.”
Eddie looks at you incredulously. You’ve gone skinny dipping? Why is this the first he’s hearing? And more importantly, why wasn’t he there? He has a sneaking suspicion it was probably that one year you went to summer camp though.
He shrugs it off, “I don’t know. Guess the opportunity hasn’t really presented itself.”
You nod as the group proceeds to the next person.
“Give me a good dare, okay?” You say giddily, gleaming next to a very concerned Eddie. You hardly ever choose dare, especially not around people you don’t really know well.
But you’ve got adrenaline and alcohol flowing through your veins. Nothing else really matters
That is until your dare is to give someone in the room a lap dance.
Without hesitation you turn to face Eddie. The lust blown look in his big brown eyes doesn’t completely register with you. In fact, you’re not so much focused on Eddie, but on completing the dare as though it were just another part of your daily routine.
Without thinking, you place a hand on his shoulder and wobble as you move from sitting on your butt to sitting on your knees. You slip, but Eddie's strong hands catch you, grasping onto either of your arms.
“Easy there,” he whispers as he steadies you. He looks up at you and gulps, heart beating wildly in his chest.
“You know you don’t have to do this, right?”
You nod and shrug as if to say, “It’s just a game, isn’t it?”
You take your hand and gently brush away some of the stray hairs by his face. You smile at him and place a hand on the hard muscle of his shoulder.
Pretty soon, Eddie is going to be a goner. He’s not going to last very long if you keep this up. And if he can help it, he refuses to let his friends see him like this.
As you prepare to drag your leg over his hips, you stumble again, even harder, forcing Eddie to grab you by the hips to steady you.
“That’s it, I’m calling it,” Eddie mutters.
“What’s wrong,” you ask, your face close enough to his that no one else in the room can hear your voices.
“You’re drunk, and I’m taking you home,” Eddie whispers into your ear as you feel his strong hands grab a hold of you.
Before you can say anything else, Eddie picks you up and rises from the couch.
“Sorry guys, Y/N’s not feeling too well anymore. I think we’re gonna call it a night,” Eddie apologetically waves to the people in the room.
“C’mon, the party was just getting started,” one of the boys goads.
As soon as Eddie sets you on the ground, you cling onto him, resting your now panging head onto his arm.
“Eds, the room is spinning,” you whisper.
“I know,” Eddie says as he wraps an arm around your mid-section.
Eddie says his goodbyes to the group as Gareth walks you two to the front door. He whispers something to Eddie. He’s close enough that you probably could have heard it if it weren’t for the pounding in your head.
Eddie slowly guides you to his van and sets you in the passenger seat. He buckles you in and makes his way to the driver's side.
He keeps the music low as he drives you to his uncle’s trailer.
“Eddieeeee, I don’t feel so good,” You whine as you struggle to keep your eyes open.
“I know sweetheart, we’re almost there,” Eddie says as he looks briefly in the rearview mirror.
“My head hurts,” you add.
“I know it does. When we get to the trailer, I’ll get you some medicine and it’ll make you feel better.”
You groan and let your head fall back against the seat. “Eddieeeee.”
Eddie hasn’t seen you get this drunk in a while. He almost forgot how cute you were or how much he secretly enjoyed being needed by you like this. Even if it included holding your hair back as you puked up your intestines back at the trailer.
“Eddie,” you softly sobbed as you clutched the rim of the toilet bowl, knees hurting from the tile, “It hurts.”
Eddie rubbed comforting circles along your back while his other hand kept holding your hair back.
“I’m never drinking again,” you huffed.
Eddie chuckled and stayed with you until everything had come out.
When you were sure you had nothing left to throw up, Eddie gave you a painkiller and a glass of water. He even offered you some crackers in case you could stomach it.
“C’mon, let’s go lie down,” Eddie whispers as he guides you to his room.
“Eds,” you call out with grabby hands.
“What’s up?”
“I need pajamas,” you whined.
Eddie grabbed a band shirt and plaid pajama pants and handed them to you. Like most nights whenever you had slept over, you settled into the routine of facing away from each other to change, but this time, Eddie could see you from behind in the reflection of his mirror.
As he took off his shirt, so did you. Those little black lines of bra straps outlining your back felt like tiny magnets pulling him toward temptation. They wouldn’t go away even when you put the shirt he gave you on.
As he changed out of his jeans into pajama pants, he had to will himself to keep his eyes off you as you did the same or he knew he might get himself into some kind of trouble.
“Done,” you announced as you climbed into his bed. Eddie watched as you pulled the covers up and nestled your head on the pillow, heart warming at how comfortable you were around him.
A very shirtless Eddie climbed into bed with you and you instantly gravitated toward him, wanting for every part of your body to be touching his.
You entangled your legs with his, wrapped your arm around his torso and pressed your cheek along his chest, nuzzling your nose slightly.
You inhaled the scent of his skin and it brought a smile to your face.
Eddie was frozen for a moment, slightly taken aback by your clingier than normal behavior, but welcomed it anyway.
“You’re my best friend in the whole wide world, did you know that?” You asked with your eyes closed as you dragged a finger haphazardly across his chest.
“You know, I had a feeling you might,” Eddie teased.
“I love you Eds. Thanks for taking care of me.”
Eddie brought a hand up to the side of your head and gently caresseses it, combing through your hair and finishing with a kiss to the crown of your head.
“Anything for my favorite girl.”
“Yeah?” You ask with the biggest puppy dog eyes known to man.
“Yeah,” He shrugs, "you don't have to say it all surprised.”
“No,” You whine as you shuffle closer and cling your limbs around his, breathing in the scent of him in his chest, “I didn’t mean it like that.”
You peer up at him, “I just - I don’t ever want you to stop.”
“I couldn't even if I tried.”
“Really?”
“Yeah really, you’re my girl, been my girl for a long time. I’d do anything for you”
You smile, eyes looking like stars. “I’d do anything for you too Eddie.”
“Oh, I know princess, you’ve been doing it since we were kids.”
“What do you mean?” You cock your head.
“I mean exactly what I said, you’ve always been there for me, been one of the few rock solids I've had in my life.”
“Well of course Eddie, you’re my best friend.”
Eddie fights the volcanic smile forming on his lips and the tears welling in his eyes
He cradles the back of your head with his hand and pushes your face deeper into his chest so you cant see the tears beginning to escape
“The darkest night never felt so bright with you by my side,” he whispers in your hair as you drag your finger along the base of his spine
You pull away and wipe away some of the tears that have fallen on his cheeks, “I love you Eddie.”
You and Eddie tell each other you love each other all the time, before you hang up the phone, whenever he drops you off at home, but something about the way you said it just now feels different.
“You… love me?”
“Yeah… one might even say, I’m in love with you.”
That can’t be the alcohol talking, right?
And here's his moment, he could finally say it, make it come true.
“I-I love you too, I’ve loved you since the day I saw you in first grade. You were wearing those cute little pigtails and ridiculous purple overalls as you were running around on the playground.”
You lightly smack his chest “Eddie, how could you? Those were my favorite.”
“Yeah well you're my favorite, how about that,” Eddie smugly teases as he mockingly gets in your face. He’s so full of love and joy, he could just kiss you. But despite the fact that you quite literally confessed your love for him, first, he might add, Eddie is suddenly self-conscious. You may love him, but would you even want to kiss him?
You sense his energy, absorbing up whatever confidence he seemed to just lose.
Even as his eyes soften and fall to your lips, you can’t help but do what you knew, even as a kid, to do: show him how much you love him.
“Eddie,” you whisper, as you place a finger under his chin and tilt his head up to look at you.
“Yeah,” he whispers back in confusion.
“Remember how you were my first kiss,” you ask in a soft voice, gazing at his eyes and lowering to his lips.
Eddie doesn’t nod. He always kind of assumed he was. You were his. Even if neither of you said it, till now.
“You never let me go for seconds.”
Eddie makes a noise, somewhere between a laugh and an exhale, “What? What are you talking about, crazy girl?”
You rolled your eyes, “You kissed me, and then pulled away. I wanted another, but then you kind of just cockblocked me.”
“What,” Eddie roars into laughter, “We were 12! You can’t, cock block anyone when you’re 12.”
“Eddie,” you laugh in frustration as you cup his cheek, “What I’m trying to say is, we’re long overdue for another kiss.”
“Are we,” Eddie shakily asks as your index finger drags from his cheekbone to his bottom lip.
“Mhm,” you hum, leaning forward slightly. You look up into his eyes, as if to ask, “Is this okay?”
“Please,” Eddie murmurs as he leans in the rest of the way, reigniting at the way your lips feel on his. A perfect fit.
In a similar way, Eddie’s lips are a warm refuge for yours. As he moves his lips with caution in a sweet rhythm against yours, they’re still just as slightly chapped as you remembered them to be.
And something about the thought of comparing your kiss to Eddie now, adults, to the one you shared as kids, makes you groan.
Eddie takes the moment to slip his tongue between your lips. He didn’t get the chance to taste you, and he doesn’t know if he ever will again, but he’ll be damned if he wakes up the next morning with any regrets.
Exploring each other's mouths is something new entirely. You’re in uncharted waters. But it’s okay, because you know that as long as you’re with Eddie, you’re okay.
Even though the technique is new, Eddie’s lips feel like you’re home.
From softly caressing his lips to tasting him, kissing Eddie is like a high you’ve never known. A moment, you never want to end.
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“Why don’t you have any piercings Eddie?”
You sat next to Eddie, on the right side of his place at the head of the lunchroom table. The rest of the boys from Hellfire Club all engrossed in some conversation about something D&D related, you think.
You stopped paying attention a long time ago, too distracted by the dizzying haze of Eddie’s sweet amber eyes.
You both had finished eating already but passed the remaining hour pretending to follow the others lunch time debate. Meanwhile, you were admiring Eddie and he was keeping busy by playing with your fingers.
Lost in thought about some detail he was working out in his mind for the campaign he was planning, your voice snapped him out of it.
“Huh,” he turned to you and asked, his rough slender fingers intertwined with yours.
“I was just saying, I think you’d look really good with a lip ring,” you say.
“Oh, really?”
His eyes widen, a nervous blush crawling along his cheeks as your eyes fixate on his lips.
“Yeah, or even a nose ring too,” you say looking from his button nose back up to his soft eyes.
He looks at you curiously, but doesn’t say anything.
“It’s kind of surprising that you don’t have any actually. I mean you’re already tatted up a bit. Why don’t you have any piercings Eddie?”
He brings his other hand to join in the fidgeting with your fingers. He looks down at your intertwined limbs.
“Um, I don’t know. Guess the tatties were more important to me. Wanted to get those first.”
You nod, running your free hand along his forearm.
“Do you think you would ever get a piercing?”
“Probably,” he nods. “Once I graduate I'll get something done.”
He vaguely gestures to his face with one of his hands.
“I’ve always thought about getting an earring. They look pretty cool, but—“
A hardened look crosses his features as he looks down and scowls.
“But what,” you gently ask, moving your head to meet his eyes. When you finally find them his face softens.
“My dad, uh,” he mumbles as he scratches the back if his neck. “He never would have let me. Always said they were… well guess it doesn’t really matter, but—“
“Hey,” you cup a soft hand to his cheek.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to worry about what he thinks.”
A small soft smile curves up his lips as he looks at you bashfully.
“If you want to get an earring, you should get an earring,” you encourage firmly.
“Yeah,” he nervously chuckles, “Maybe I will.”
“Maybe get a lip ring while you’re at it,” you tease. “Or even an eyebrow ring, I think you could pull that off too.”
“Yeah,” he mocks you before he leans in to give you a soft kiss on the lips. “You think so?”
“I know so,” you say as you boop his nose.
“Ugh jeez,” you hear Gareth comment from across you.
“Get a room you two,” Dustin says in disgust from his spot next to yours.
“Fuck off,” Eddie barks with a smile on his face.
The two shake their heads and go back to the rest of the groups conversation.
“What about you sweetheart? Any piercings I should know about,” Eddie asks with a cocked eyebrow.
“Just these,” you say as you reach underneath your earlobes.
“Do you want any more?”
“I don’t know, I think a nose ring would be cool. But my parents would kill me if I got a piercing on my face.”
“Then why don’t you get a piercing in a place they won’t see,” he replies as his hand moves up your arm and over your shoulder to rest along your back.
“Like a belly button piercing,” you ask, cocking your head to the side in confusion.
Eddie laughs and leans forward. With a devilish gleam in his eye he says, “not exactly.”
You take a second to think about where else he could be referring to. He leans forward more till his lips are millimeters away from your ear, hot breath coating the skin.
“Think about it sweetheart, what’s between your nose and your belly button,” he whispers as his hand trails lower to your waist.
You pull away and look at him wide eyed.
“Like,” you whisper before looking around. You look at him and mouth, “nipple piercings?”
Eddie nods eagerly. Now you’re the one blushing, suddenly feeling like they put the heater in the cafeteria on full blast.
“I don’t know Eddie, that would be…”
“Insanely hot,” he whispers as he cups your cheek and kisses you again.
“I was gonna say painful but…” you shrug and look up into his pleading eyes.
“I’ll get them when you get them.”
“You want me to get nipple piercings? I mean I know I could pull them off but I figure I’d start up here first.” He gestures towards his face.
“Oh my god shut up Eddie,” you cautiously whisper as you look over to the boys who luckily didn’t catch on to Eddie’s words at all.
“Someone could’ve heard you. And no I meant, I’ll get my, you know, pierced, whenever you get your earrings or whatever else you want to get pierced. ”
“Oh, well, sounds like a date then,” he smiles as he leans in for another kiss, this time a little deeper.
You bite down on his bottom lip teasingly and he snickers.
“So that’s how it is?” He smirks.
You give him another kiss and slowly pull away, “Forever and always.”
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the darkest night - part 3 of 3
part 1 - part 2
summary: best friends-to-lovers!Y/N waits by his side for Post-Vecna Eddie to wake up from a coma. After months, her beloved metal head is back to earth with a serious proposition for the girl he loves most
cw: st4 post-Vecna but Eddie lives, hospitals, Eddie is in a coma, best friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, kissing, trauma, cursing, etc.,
word count: 5k
April 7th, 1986
“Where is he,” you mutter under your breath, pacing rapidly beneath the fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway.
You read out the hospital room numbers as you pass them.
303, 305, 307, 309.
As you approach room 315, you see a group of people waiting outside. There’s a guy around your age you don’t recognize with two boys that you do recognize as some of the freshman Eddie took under his wing this year.
“Dustin,” You croak. The boy Eddie talked about the most.
As soon as he sees you, he comes rushing toward you. You engulf him in a hug and he squeezes you tightly.
You silently hold each other like that for a while before you pull away and forcibly smile at him.
“I came as soon as I could,” you said.
Dustin nodded.
“All flights to Hawkins have been canceled. It cost an arm and a leg to travel back here, but as soon as I heard the news, I…”
“I know,” Dustin said as he put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed.
“How’s he holding up? How’re you all holding up,” you ask as you look between the boys.
Dustin took in a deep breath, “He’s not doing too well. We’re - not that much better.”
You nod and bring Dustin in for another hug, “I’m so sorry.”
Dustin hugs you back and you stroke the curls on his head.
When you pull away, Dustin gives you a look. “You should see him.”
You look at him warily. Of course you want to see your best friend after an interdimensional monster attack, but at this moment, you realize that you might not be ready to see the horrors that have truly happened.
“I think if he heard your voice, he might finally wake up.”
You press your lips together. You have to be strong. If not for you then for Eddie and his friends. You nod and let Dustin guide you into the room.
You see Wayne sitting in a chair next to the hospital bed with his head hanging down. When he hears your footsteps he looks up at you and a tired smile forms on his features.
“Y/N,” he says with a slight cough. He rises from his chair. “Long time no see darlin’.”
You wave him off as you walk towards him, “Oh, it’s just me, no need to get up.”
“It’ll help to stretch the legs,” he smiles.
As you approach him, he opens his arms and you greet him with a hug. He holds onto you more tightly than you expected and you know it must be bad.
When he pulls away, you smile weakly. “How’s he doing?”
Wayne sighs and runs a hand over his head, “Oh well, you know the boy, never not doing anything that won’t give me a heart attack.”
You manage to let out a laugh, “Yeah, that’s Eddie for you.”
“He missed you something fierce. Was counting down the days till you’d come back from your spring break trip.”
Your lip quivers and you press them together to keep from shaking even more. “I never should have left.”
“No, don’t say that darlin’. You couldn’t have known what would happen.”
And how could you? How could you have known that an innocent trip to visit a high school friend in Boston planned months in advance would happen at the same time that your best friend would become wanted for a crime he didn’t commit and get sent into a coma from some weird monster bats in an alternate dimension that apparently exists right underneath your hometown of Hawkins, IN?
You take a moment to catch up with Wayne before he excuses himself to go take a walk and give you some space to be with Eddie.
When he leaves, you sit in the chair next to the bed and look at the boy lying before you.
He’s unrecognizable.
He lies there, skin a ghost white. His curly brown hair is the only things standing out from the drab white walls and white hospital bed linens.
His eyes are closed and there’s an oxygen tube draped across the middle of his face. An IV is inserted in the veins of his wrist. A heart monitor beeps incessantly from the other side of the bed.
You sniffle and lean forward to grab his hand. You look at his face now covered in red splotches you can only identify as what are probably bat bites.
“Hey Eddie,” you whisper, smiling despite his condition. You can’t help smiling whenever you’re around Eddie. Even if he’s not conscious.
You bring a hand forward and push the bangs hanging over his forehead back. You caress the skin and let your fingers trail to the side of his face.
“I leave you for one week and look at all the trouble you got into,” you scold him. “I don’t think I can ever leave Hawkins in good conscience after this. There goes the trip to Europe I’ve always dreamed of.”
Eddie’s body lies still and his eyes remain shut. The only sign of life is the heart monitor still beeping.
You run your fingers along his arm and it isn’t cold, just still. You lean forward and place a soft kiss to his skin.
“I miss you Eds,” you whisper. “Please wake up soon.”
You almost want to say something else, anything else, but you can’t. You can’t say anything without wanting to cry.
Eddie would hate to see you like this. He wouldn’t ever want you to shed a tear, least of all not like that.
The thought alone makes you miss him even more. You’re never leaving his side again.
You sit with Eddie like that for a while. If there’s ever anything that comes to mind that you want to say, you tell him. You hold his hand and talk to him as if he’s awake to hear it, hoping the sound of your voice really could wake him up.
After some time has passed, Wayne comes back to the room. You thank him for letting you see Eddie and promise to be back the next day.
Before you leave, you see Dustin and the other boys are still there. And it looks like they went and got some food. Dustin hands you two bags, asking if you could give one to Wayne.
“Why don’t you go and give it to him,” you say with the affection of a big sister.
Dustin shakes his head, “I don’t think I can.”
You jerk your head back slightly, “Oh, why not?”
“I don’t think I’m ready - to see him.”
“You mean you haven’t seen Eddie?”
Dustin meekly shakes his head.
You look at him, wanting to know why, but can tell he probably won’t be up for explaining why.
The look on your face must convey your thoughts because Dustin looks at you and whispers, “I was there when it happened. I saw him. I saw it all. To this day, I still see it. I can’t stop seeing it.”
You look at Dustin and frown feeling an ache deep inside your chest. You engulf him in what has to be the fifth hug since you got here. But what else can you do?
There’s nothing you can say that will make the situation better. It’s bad enough you were gone when it all went down. You hope as much conveys in the warm embrace as you gently stroke the curls atop his head.
“I’m sorry Dustin,” you say as you pull apart. You cup his cheek and add, “For what it’s worth, I think Eddie would like to hear your voice too, whenever you’re ready.”
Dustin meekly smiles and nods. A moment of comfortable silence passes between you and the rest of the boys. When it passes, Dustin reintroduces you to Mike and introduces you to Steve.
You recognize him from school. Even though he was in the grade below you, you vaguely remember seeing him and his infamous head of hair roaming the halls.
You converse with the boys and soon, the events of the evening turn into a daily ritual.
Every day for almost a month, you come to the hospital to visit Eddie and spend time with his friends and Uncle Wayne. Some days it’s your turn to bring food or card games for the group. Other days it’s someone else's turn.
You’ve also fallen into the habit of bringing Eddie things. One day, you brought the cassette to Judas Priest's new album Turbo. You knew it came out just before you had left but you didn’t know if Eddie had gotten to listen to it, so you bought the tape and your portable radio and listened to it for the first time with him.
For a moment, you could swear you saw a twitch in his lip, but just as soon as it happened, it went away and nothing like that happened again, but it felt promising enough.
You told Dustin about it and felt triumphant when you saw his eyes light up about it. For a moment, he thought he wanted to, and you encouraged him to, but as soon as he put his hand on the doorknob and looked through the little window on the door and saw the lower half of Eddie’s still body covered in a thin white blanket he froze.
“I-I can’t,” he muttered.
You placed a hand on his shoulder, “It’s okay. Don’t force yourself. If you’re not ready, you’re not ready. Eddie would understand.”
As each day passed on, you thought it would be harder to see Eddie like this, but it wasn’t. After a while, you almost got sort of used to it. The hardest part about it all was seeing the toll it was taking on his loved ones.
You tell Uncle Wayne was trying to keep a brave face, but you noticed the look on his face whenever the nurses spoke in hushed whispers about the wanted boy.
And you definitely noticed the weariness and fatigue take over the faces of his friends who came by to see him every day.
You wanted to be strong for them all. For him. But deep down, you were scared. You feared he might never wake up.
Your fear ran so deep, it even had you turning to church, a place you hadn’t been in years, but by god you needed a miracle. Eddie deserved a miracle.
Every day as you trekked to the hospital, you would stop by the hospital chapel and pray for Eddie’s recovery before making it up to his room.
The days all seemed to blend into one another and before you knew it, it had been two months since the tragic accident.
Deep down, you were growing frustrated and helpless.
“Goddamnit Eddie if you don’t wake up soon, I’m gonna kick your ass,” you had muttered next to his bed one night when no one was around. You could almost hear his laugh and that’s when you knew this whole thing had been going on so long your mind was beginning to play tricks on you, but what else could you do?
This is just how things between you and Eddie are. You’d stick by his side every day for a hundred years.
By the time June rolled around, the hospital became a sweet relief from the sweltering heat outside.
Midnight snacks with the gang turned to ice cream runs and milkshake pickups. And now that most tv shows have ended their seasons and the tv program was taking a break for the summer, you were running out of things to update Eddie on.
To fill the silence, you decided to read him the Lord of the Rings books he loved so much. Despite being his best friend, you’d never really taken a liking to them and didn’t get around to reading them, but you supposed now was as good a time as any.
And pretty soon, you had someone to help you.
“Hey Eddie, guess who’s here,” you said cheerfully as you walked Dustin into the room cautiously, making sure to keep your arm comfortingly wrapped around the young boy.
“It’s your favorite little prodigy, Dustin,” you cooed as you smiled at Dustin. Dustin looked blankly at Eddie’s body lying on the hospital bed.
“Hey,” Mike whined. Steve nudged him and shook his head. The boys followed you and Dustin as you neared Eddie’s bed.
“H-Hey man, it’s me. Your little shrimp? Henderson?” Dustin weakly said.
You gently squeeze his arm, encouraging him a bit.
“You’re doing great,” Steve said as he clapped a hand to Dustin’s back. Dustin nodded and sat down in the chair next to Eddie.
He stared at him for a moment. Much of the scar tissue in his skin had healed compared to the state you found him in months ago. But the evidence remained. Eddie was hurt bad.
“We can’t wait till the next campaign,” Dustin said in a much more normal tone than you had expected.
Dustin looked over to you, Mike, and Steve who all gave him a reassuring look or thumbs up.
Dustin began to read. At first, his voice would shake and a few tears had even slipped out, but the more he read, the more confident and comfortable he became.
And for the rest of the week, it became second nature for Dustin to join you in spending time with Eddie.
Back in May, the doctors said his vitals looked good and that it was just a matter of time before he would wake up. But the Fourth of July was in two weeks and your birthday the week after that.
If somehow Eddie could wake up on your birthday, you would never ask for another birthday present ever again.
But when your birthday passed and Eddie still hadn’t woken up, you’d started losing hope again.
It was almost August and time for the kids to go back to school but they weren’t ready. They weren’t ready to say goodbye.
Even though they would still visit Eddie, it would be harder to go every single day with homework and sports.
Hellfire club wouldn’t be the same. But it had to go on. Someone had to carry out Eddie’s legacy.
By the time September rolled around, the temperatures started getting lower and the leaves on the trees were starting to change colors.
Part of you didn’t know how much longer you could take, but a bigger part of you knew you had to be there for Eddie. You loved him too much not to.
When Iron Maiden and Megadeth’s new albums came out, you bought the tapes and listened to it with Eddie along with a few other mixtapes you had made.
You could have sworn you’d seen his finger ever so slightly tap, but you knew it was probably just all in your head.
You didn’t understand, but you knew something had to be going on for Eddie to keep kicking as long as he has and that started to recover any hope you had lost.
You kept praying and visiting Eddie and doing it all over the next day.
By now, all the nurses knew you as the very sweet and dedicated girlfriend to the boy in the coma. It wasn’t your favorite label for Eddie but better than freak or any other crude thing some of the people in this town would call him.
It somehow always sort of broke your heart to hear them call you his girlfriend. You barely had the chance to be before this all happened. What you wouldn’t give to be his proper girlfriend when he does wake up.
On a cold and rainy October day, after begging the hospital staff to put a TV in his room and them finally granting your request, you brought a few VHS tapes of his favorite horror movies. Halloween, Eddie’s favorite holiday, was only two weeks away and he deserved to celebrate.
It was your day off from work, and there was no better way to spend it than with a movie marathon with your favorite boy.
It was a Thursday night and you had just finished Nightmare on Elm Street 2. The rain relentlessly pelted against the hospital room windows. You walked over to close the blinds when a clap of thunder and flash of lightning bright enough to light the room through the window struck. The unexpected sight and sound made you jump, letting out a small shriek.
You clutched the fabric of your shirt over your chest and let out a shaky breath. You were glad no one else was in the room or else you probably would have startled them.
You close the blinds shut and turn around to take your seat when you see Eddie’s eyelids flutter before slowly opening.
You were frozen in place, not sure if your eyes were deceiving you.
“Eddie,” you called out in a voice barely above a whisper.
Eddie’s eyes were now fully opened as he stared at the television in front of him.
“Eddie,” you called out a bit louder this time as you took a cautious step forward.
The rest of Eddie’s body remained still, but his head slowly turned to your direction. He slowly looked up at you and a weak smile formed across his lips.
“Hey,” he croaked.
“Eddie,” you exclaimed as you rushed by his side.
You gazed into his eyes lovingly. His beautiful big brown eyes. Ones you feared you would never get to look into again.
You could just kiss him and hug him and tell him everything, but all you can do is grab his face in your hands and inspect his wide open eyes, tired but full of life.
“Nurse,” you cry out. When no one arrives, you run to the hall and find Eddie’s nurse on her way over.
A few of the other nurses come in and start attending to Eddie. They swarm around him like diligent worker bees.
One of them asks you to wait in the hall while they take his vitals and perform a few other tasks to assess his health, so you take the opportunity to call everyone and tell them that after months of waiting in agony, Eddie has finally woken up.
You don’t expect many people to show up, given that it’s past midnight on a weekday, but sure enough, Wayne, Dustin, Steve, Mike, and a few of Eddie’s other friends all show up.
The nurses instruct them all to enter two at a time or else all the excitement will tire Eddie out.
Wayne was the first to show up. He got off his shift as soon as he could. But as the other kids arrived, he let them have their time.
He spent the rest of the evening with you in the hall crying tears of joy and rejoicing at the fact that Eddie was alive and awake again.
After all these months, your prayer has finally been answered.
After the chaos of the night unfolded, Steve took the kids home so they could get ready for school in the morning leaving you and Wayne in Eddie’s hospital room.
Once the boys had left, it seems the excitement did tire Eddie out as he was on the verge of sleep.
“Why don’t you go on home and get some shut eye,” Wayne offered.
As much as you wanted to stay with Eddie, you had to admit, you were exhausted, and you knew it’d be best to let Wayne have some time alone with his nephew.
So you went home and slept for hours. You didn’t even know what day or time it was when you woke up, but all you knew was that you had to see Eddie.
For the next couple of days, you continued your daily hospital visit routine. Despite finally having reached the point of consciousness, Eddie’s recovery continued to prove rather slow. He was still very weak and often barely able to speak at all. But you could tell he was listening. The ghost of a smile on his lips or gentle tap of a finger on your hand let you know he was almost there.
Each day had its own little victory. And over the course of a few weeks, Eddie had started improving significantly. He could eat solid food, reach out for his own cup of water, hold up his worn copy of Lord of the Rings, and even carry a conversation.
You knew he was recovering well when he finally had the energy to pester Dustin and his other friends whenever they came around. Laughing so hard it hurt him.
“You okay,” Dustin asked.
“Yeah man, just hurts so good,” he’d joked.
The boy stuck around for a bit longer before Eddie sent them off on a journey to McDonald’s. You all had started getting hungry, but Eddie insisted they sneak him some fries because if the demo-bats didn’t kill him then the terrible hospital food probably would.
When you two were finally alone, you snuck a quick kiss to his cheek. If laughter was enough to have him aching, you were sure anything more than a chaste kiss would be lethal. And yet, you couldn’t help yourself.
“I think you missed a spot,” Eddie said, pointing to his lips.
“Did I now?” You teased as you held his hand.
“Yup, doctor's orders. I need 10 cc’s of kisses from you right this very second,” Eddie said as he moved over to the side closest to you and leaned forward with pouty lips and puppy dog eyes.
“Is that so? I don’t think that’s the right prescription,” you teased as you leaned ever so slightly closer, challenging his pleading look.
“Leave that to the professionals, sweetheart. Don’t you want me to get better?” Eddie dramatically pleaded.
You leaned forward and quickly kissed his lips. You pulled away and rolled your eyes, “There, that better?”
“Nuh uh,” Eddie whined. In a husky seductive voice, he added, “Don’t you know baby? You’re my cure.”
“Oh god,” you cringed and laughed, “Okay, James Dean, does that line work on all the girls?”
“You tell me,” he challenged as he leaned forward, practically off the edge of his bed.
You rose from your seat and grinned at him. You pushed him back on his bed and said, “Alright Cassanova, don’t hurt yourself.”
Eddie made an incoherent noise that could only be described as a whine followed by a pout on his lips.
You leaned down, close enough to his face and locked eyes with him. They asked a question and you answered by leaning down and pressing your lips to his.
He reached his arm up to cup your cheek and hold you by the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. You allowed him to take what he needed, knowing he deserved it after all the trouble he’d been through. And selfishly, you wanted him to.
But when you heard the heart rate monitor beeping increasing in volume and speed you pulled away and laughed, gently patting him on the left side of his chest.
“Okay, that’s enough for now. Don’t think the 10 cc’s will account for your heart exploding as a side effect,” you smiled.
Eddie laughed and put his hand over yours as you sat back down in your chair.
You smiled at him and could only thank god or the universe or whatever higher power brought the love of your life back to this earth to be with you.
“What are you thinking about,” Eddie asked.
“Nothing,” you shrugged despite feeling a warmth in your chest at the sight of the light in his eyes. “It’s good to see you like this.”
He grabbed your hand in his and squeezed tightly. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” you said as you brought your intertwined fingers and kissed the knuckles of his hand.
“Wayne tells me you came here every day.”
“Yeah,” you chuckled, “We were both here. Usually he came during the day while I was at work and then I would come at night while he was at work so there was at least someone here with you.”
“I can’t believe you did that,” Eddie replied as he rubbed circles into the skin of your hand.
“What are you talking about?”
“I was out for months, baby. And you still came. I don’t know who else would do that.”
“Someone with no life,” you joked and Eddie rolled his eyes.
You sighed, “Some days were harder than others, but… but you can’t get rid of me that fast!”
Eddie chuckles and it felt good to hear him like that. You could spend the rest of your life trying to make that boy smile.
“Remember what I told you that night, back at the trailer?” Eddie asked after a moment of comfortable silence.
“Oh gee, yeah, that night. Out of the hundreds of nights we’ve spent together, yeah I remember that one,” you sarcastically respond, poking fun at his vague words.
“Shut up,” Eddie smirked and shook his head. “I’m talking about that night after Gareth’s party. With the truth or dare and you blowing chunks and–”
“Okay, okay, yes I remember now,” you squeezed Eddie’s hand bone crushingly tight.
Eddie laughs, “Do you remember what I said?”
“Kind of, that night was a bit of a blur.”
“Oh, my little lightweight,” Eddie coos as he rubs circles into your skin.
He breathes in and exhales.
“You’re my northern star, you know that?” Eddie said offhandedly as he gazed down at your joined hands.
“What?” You ask in confusion.
“There’s been a lot of darkness in my life. Never seems to stop following me. But as long as you’re by my side, I can see the light. I can find my way back home.”
You looked at Eddie and squeezed his hand reassuringly. You looked at him, and saw a boy, who was much weaker and broken down than the boy you knew before this all happened. But compared to that dreaded April day, there was a light in his eyes and color in his skin and softness to his features.
The boy you always loved and was always full of life never went away.
You leaned forward and gave Eddie a kiss. A dramatic, take your breath away kind of kiss to show him just how much you loved him and how much he meant to you.
When you pulled away, Eddie’s eyes had become glossy.
“You know, for a long time, I think I just tried to run away from it all, but I always ended up running back to you and I don’t know if I ever want to stop.”
A soft tear rolled down his cheek and you kissed it away. “Shh, Eddie, it’s okay,” you softly said.
You cupped his cheek as more tears began to fall. “I love you and believe me, and I never want you to stop either.”
And without fail, tears started falling down your own cheeks.
You were grateful it was just you and Eddie in the room. You two could finally let go of all the stress and anxiety that had been building up over the past several months.
“Don’t you ever leave me like that again Munson,” you tried to joke as yours and Eddie’s faces were growing splotchy.
Eddie weakly laughed and leaned forward to give you a kiss.
“You know, I’ve been giving it a lot of thought, and it doesn’t have to happen now, or anytime soon really, but I think I’d like to have you by my side like this for a long time,” Eddie said as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles.
“How long are we talking about Munson?”
“Long enough to not be the only Munson between us two,” he said quietly before peering up into your eyes.
Your eyes widened at the implication of his words. “You mean that?”
Eddie nodded and smiled giddily. “Figured after everything you’ve done for me, the least I could do is give you a ring and my last name, maybe a little Munson or two to run around our future place with.”
You returned his smile and leaned forward to kiss him again, warmly and passionately. Eddie deepened the kiss and it took everything in you not to jump on the hospital bed with him and get a jump start on that plan.
“Oh Eddie, you don’t know the things I have planned for you when you get out of this hospital,” you sighed as you pulled away from him.
Before Eddie could reply, the boys returned from their McDonald’s adventure and Eddie practically jumped out of his hospital bed at the sight of his beloved french fries.
You two spent the rest of the night like that till the boys left to go home. The night nurse came in one last time to check on Eddie before going on her break. And once she left it was just you and Eddie alone again.
You smiled at him and let out a yawn.
“You tired, baby?”
“Little bit,” you nodded sleepily.
Eddie began scooting to the side of his hospital bed, “C’mere.”
You looked at him skeptically, unsure you would fit, but realized you didn’t even care. You wanted to be pressed to Eddie as closely as possible anyway.
You shuffled next to him and climbed under the blanket.
Eddie wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.”
You sighed as you pressed your head to his chest and draped an arm over his stomach, “Goodnight Eddie.”
“G’night baby,” Eddie whispered as he caressed your hair and wrapped his other arm around you.
In the morning, Wayne walked into the room to find you and Eddie sound asleep, lying peacefully in each other's arms.
You and Eddie, against the world.
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