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hellfirehope · 2 years

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𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠- E.M

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𝐻𝑖! I’m Hope! I have been writing fan fiction for a while, but this is my first little thing I’ve actually posted/let people read 💀 I’m sure it’s not great but please be kind. I’ve already written a couple chapters, so hopefully you enjoy 🙏

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: first chapter is pretty tame, just some best friend fluff, best friends/fools in love, light angst, substance use, suggestive material, swearing (probably? I cuss like a sailor so I’m sure there’s some in there), mentions of bullying.

Minors dni! By reading you are agreeing that you are 18 years or older. ⚠︎︎

Summary: Before meeting Eddie, you felt completely invisible. He makes you feel seen. Before becoming best friends with Eddie, you were bullied endlessly. He doesn’t let anyone glance at you the wrong way. Before dating Eddie, you were positive you’d be alone forever. He constantly reminds you you’re stuck with him forever. Basically just reader and Eddie being idiots in love, and not realizing they both feel the same way. This story is heavily centered around music. The chapter titles will be song titles.

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God, if you loved two things in this world it was music and your goofball, metalhead best friend. Every car ride, every smoke sesh, every time you hung out- music was always a part of it. It was like it grounded the both of you. You relied on it to keep you sane.

Eddie was a stellar musician. Way too good to be playing in stupid Hawkins. In your opinion, he should be famous. But of course he wasn’t. Regardless, every time you saw him on stage, effortlessly plucking the cords of his prized guitar, letting himself be lost in the music, you swooned. As if you needed another reason to love him…you loved how his face distorted with passion and absolute focus while playing. To you, he was a god.

You were at every Corroded Coffin gig. Front row. Staring into Eddie’s eyes with absolute adoration and all consuming love. Having you there was Eddie’s good luck charm. It means so much to him that you both not only like the same music, but you like HIS much. A LOT. Maybe a little too much? Definitely an ego booster for Eddie.

While you were beyond delighted to experience the talent of Corroded Coffin, you much preferred your private concerts.

Him and you, not a care in the world, jamming to your favorite music. 24/7. Do you ever just sit in quiet, Jesus???!

Most people in Hawkins were repulsed by even the thought of metal as a genre, but it was you and Eddie’s favorite. That’s part of the reason you two immediately felt so drawn to each other 5 years ago.

14 year old Eddie was loud, weird, non-conforming, and amazing (still is). Meeting him was like a breath of fresh air from all the fake bullshit that you were convinced plagued the water and air in Hawkins.

You were both freshman when you first crossed paths. But that seemed to be where the similarities ended, at least that’s what you thought when you first met him. You didn’t exactly run in the same crowds, but not in the way that most people mean that.

You didn’t run with ANY crowds. Middle school had been a bottomless pit of bullying and torment for you. When you began high school, you worked hard to camouflage yourself, not wanting to become a target in your new school. Your Walkman was practically glued to your ears and you avoided any contact with other students. Or teachers for that matter. In your first year, teachers would try and call on you to participate. And after a while, they stopped. It wasn’t because they took pity on you, no. They had fallen for your camouflage just as the students did, just as you intended.

Your plan for freshman year was initiated out of fear of being rejected or ridiculed, but by the second semester, you found you didn’t mind being alone. There were a few times you would see other students laughing, having fun, sucking face, and you would feel a little lonely. Or they there was something wrong with them. Bit for the most part you enjoyed being alone. Hawkins was constricting and in love with the idea of conformity. By yourself, you were free to be yourself. Like the things you liked, hate the things you hated.

In your third semester of your freshman year, you met Eddie Munson. You of course knew who he was, and you actually found you were drawn to his playful spirit and cool-albeit alternative style. But rather than shed your camouflage, you chose to admire him from afar.

So weren’t you surprised when Eddie took matters into his own hands and began hanging around you. Often.

His favorite thing to do was get under your skin. Not really, even back then he knew he had feelings for you and he didn’t know how to express them.

Sometimes he would just sit in the library and watch you study. He loved the way your face scrunched up when you didn’t know the answer to a question. Sometimes he would wait until he saw you exit the building, hurriedly running up to you and interlocking arms with you as you walked to your car. His overly flirtatious demeanor and constant physical affection didn’t just surprise you- it downright sent you into a spiral. Why was this boy (you had JUST officially met two weeks ago) so comfortable showering you in undeserved compliments, holding your hand, and following you around like a golden retriever?! You weren’t dating- you weren’t even friends yet! You usually hated and avoided having any attention drawn to you. The first week you began tolerating his presence, Eddie was unable to break past your walls, look at you too long, let alone touch you. Day by day he started shedding your camouflage. He was patient, never expecting more than you would offer. He was lucky to get a few seconds of eye contact or a 30 second conversation (that usually involved you abruptly making an excuse to run out of the room). Of course he wanted you to open up to him, wanted you to like him, to be friends with him, to smash to the walls you had built up so high. But he would never push, not risking anything that would scare you away. He wasn’t usually a patient man, but he waited. And waited. He waited until you eventually were able to hold his gaze, to have real talks, to joke back and forth. He hated that he had to wait this long to fully examine your (in his mind) perfect features and to hear your angelic voice. It was torture. But he would have gladly waited his whole life for the chance to know you.

Long, beautiful fingers adorning cold metal plucked your headset from your ears, pulling you from your reverie. You looked up at him with a scowl and rolled your eyes. That would happen a lot. Your expressions and actions were often opposite your actual feelings, hoping if you didn’t act as clingy as you longed to be, he would never catch on.

“Whatcha listening to?” Eddie practically sung, a huge smile glued to his adorable face.

Mötley Crüe. Looks that Kill. You meant to say, but instead found yourself lost in his gaze and close proximity. He was practically sharing your seat with you. He loved doing shit like that. If only he knew the effect it had on you.

“You know, now that the headphones are off, you actually have to respond when people ask you questions.” Eddie jabbed sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes and scowled at him, expression betraying the fact that your actual reaction to his presence had your heart doing somersaults.

“Aww, don’t look at me like that. I’ll cry.” He pouted.

Even though he was joking, you immediately softened at this, trying to remember what he had originally asked you.

Before you could offer up a response, he brought the headset to his ear and beamed knowingly.

“God, I didn’t think there was a soul in Hawkins that had taste in music until I met you.” He groaned when he said this, completely innocuous to him, but lately these kind of things seemed more suggestive in your mind.

“Yep. Just you and me.”

Eddie’s heart fluttered at your words. Unbeknownst to you, eddie was also carrying a torch. A damn big one. You thought you were completely crazy for developing (not-so-friendly) feelings towards him for the last year . Little did you know he had been experiencing these feelings since day one. Why would you ruin the one friendship you had to tell him how you felt. You needed Eddie. You thought you were okay being alone, never relying on anyone but a few close family. After Eddie, you couldn’t stand the thought of not having him in your life.

“Good, that’s the way I like it.” He replied smoothly.

You giggled and blushed, and Eddie took advantage of your moment of weakness.

“Hey so there’s a concert tonight. I really want to go. Will you do me the kindest favor of joining me, princess?”

You told yourself you would always loathe these ridiculous nicknames. Your opinion was quickly changed when you heard them out of Eddie’s mouth. His voice was like a drug.

“Hmm,” you pondered dramatically. You, of course, had no plans and wanted nothing more than to go with him, but couldn’t resist messing with him. I mean, how could I? I will never tease and annoy him as much as he does me. And he’ll never love me as much as I do him. Not even in the same way.

That’s why it was so hard to go to these outings with him lately. You wanted nothing more than to go out in public and be that couple that you’ve always gagged at from afar. You wanted him to hold you, kiss you, let everyone know that you were his and he was yours.

As painful as your (platonic) dates had become, you never have the heart to say no to him.

“You know, if you’re busy it’s ok. I won’t mind.” Eddie was sure that was one of the biggest lies he’d ever told.

“No, of course I want to go. Sorry, just spaced out for a second there.” You replied quickly.

His face lit up, his eyes regaining that sparkle that you could never seem to tear your eyes away from.

“Sick! I’ll pick you up at 7?” He suggested, unable to keep the overwhelming enthusiasm from his voice.

“Yes sir,” you replied a little too friendly, twisting a lock of hair in your fingers and giving him a glowing smile. He’d do anything to recreate that smile.

Again, another innocuous statement to one of you, and something completely different for the other.

“Ed’s. Are you okay? Now you’ve gone and spaced out on me.” You laughed.

“Uwh, yes, sorry, sweetheart. I’ll see you tonight, ok?” He called as he rushed out of the room.

Well that was weird, you thought. Eddie never departed before blowing you a kiss or doing some flirty crap that meant nothing to him, and everything to you. Hmm, maybe he realized his best friend is embarrassingly obsessed with him and can’t stop thinking about jumping his bones. Oh god. You thought you’d been so careful. Maybe he found out and now wants nothing to do with you.

You had to take some deep breaths to stop the intrusive thoughts threatening to fill your eyes with tears.

You sat in silence, apart from your quiet sniffles. The last person left in the library.

Eddie, however, had sprinted directly from the library to the closest bathroom. Hearing you call him sir had short-circuited his brain, and he needed to escape before you realized how absolutely whipped he was. There was another thing he needed, too.

He quickly checked the bathroom for students, and splashed some water in his face, unable to contain his emotions. Or his erection. It was like that. Everything she did, even the smallest things, turned him on like nothing and no one else.

Eddie is kind of ridiculous, not ridiculous enough to jerk off in the Hawkins High bathroom. He quickly exited the bathroom and headed for the parking lot, opting to take care of his dilemma in his van. As he left, he noticed you were still in the library. You were far away, but he could tell you had been crying. His heart broke in two at the sight of your distressed state and puffy eyes.

He desperately needed to get to the privacy of his own van, but there was no way in hell he’d leave you like this. Before he could enter the library, you stood from your seat and left the library, probably to get home.

He tried to catch up with you, but was stopped short by a very intelligent, very arrogant, curly haired dork.

“Eddie! You left us hanging with that last campaign, and now you haven’t even talked about when the next one might be…soon right? This is torture!!” Dustin sighed exaggeratedly.

Eddie grabbed Dustin by the shoulders and shook him. Dustin’s eyes widened, realizing this was a terrible idea and Eddie was in one of his wild and chaotic moods.

“You want to know what torture is, Henderson?! I’ll tell you. Having to be friends with Y/N.”

Dustin couldn’t believe what he’d heard. Eddie put on a tough guy front, but the few that actually knew him knew he was really just a teddy bear, especially when it came to you. He never had an unkind word to say about you. “Eddie, what the hell, that’s so mean-“ Dustin started.

“NO NO NO that’s not what I meant, idiot. Having to be just friends. Nothing more. I can’t do it anymore. Every time I see her all I can think about is grabbing her and-“

“No, none of this, nope, no thanks, I get enough of this gross shit from Steve. Ok- so why haven’t you just TOLD HER? Haven’t you like been madly in love with her since the second you laid eyes on her?” Dustin mocked.

Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes, knowing Dustin was more or less correct.

“Just tell her dude. None of us can take it any more! This shit has been building up for years and you’re starting to go actually insane! Your campaigns are shit lately-“

“Weren’t you just begging me for the next-“ Eddie interrupted.

“Not relevant. The point is, please just tell her. If not for the sake of your lovesick heart- for ME. Or I will tell her mys-“

Eddie chuckled darkly as he pulled Dustin into a playful headlock.

“Dustin- you will do no such thing.” Eddie warned.

Eddie was prepared to give Dustin much more shit about his ridiculous speech, but he knew he was right. He had also just realized why he was in such a hurry out of the building in the first place. Y/N.

𝑂𝑘𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝐼 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠. Again, this is the first fic I’ve ever shared with anyone. I’m pretty nervous about it but I think we could all use some Eddie content right now…

I hope you had a good day, drank lots of water, and remembered that Eddie Munson is alive and well, ok? ❣︎

Blessed be.

𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒

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hellfirehope · 2 years

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Dustin needs a sibling

Stranger things oneshot

Eddie Munson x reader (romantic) many main characters x reader (platonic, support system)

Warnings: nothing too serious, Eddie lives, mentions of a terrorized Hawkins, mentions of bullying, and romantic content (no smut), swearing, just the fluffiest shit- you’re literally got the very best friends 😭

My heart just melts every time I think of all my babies together so I wrote this as a little comfort piece for my broken heart! It is fluff with a capital f, guaranteed to give you cavities. Hope you’ve been to the dentist lately 🥹

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It was the perfect day for a party, not too humid, and a heavenly breeze had filled the air. The Byers front and back yard had been transformed into a lovely space. There were lights (cmon it’s Joyce), green and gold decorations, everything you could have imagined. Jonathan was DJ’ing, currently playing The boys of summer by Don Henley.

“When are you giving me a niece or nephew?” Dustin asked Eddie innocently.

Eddie full on snorted, doubling over in a fit of laughter until he realized Dustin was actually waiting on an answer.

This child…

“WHAT are you talking about?” Eddie asked incredulously.

He was referring to you and Eddie’s steady relationship of three years. You had met your sophomore year, when you had transferred from out of state. You were the epitome of the new girl cliche- starting in the middle of the semester. Your cute- but grungey-personality wasn’t cheer-captain material, and you chose to keep to yourself to avoid the mocking and watching. High school was like the jungle.

Eddie had approached you outside one day while you were drawing, Walkman pressed to your ears. Eddie wanted to get your attention, but he knew he would probably frighten you in your distracted state. He chose to admire you from a few feet away, loving the way you concentrated so hard on your sketching.

He noticed right away that you were new. He would have remembered even catching a glimpse of you in the hallway. Hawkins was a fairly large school, but you were by far the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. After he finally worked up the courage to tap on your shoulder, you jumped so high out of the bench that you knocked Eddie over and fell on the ground in his lap. You’d been inseparable ever since.

“What is wrong with you, Henderson? We’re 19, I live in a trailer park, and let’s not forget we just graduated high school like two seconds ago.” Eddie quipped.

It was true, you both were newly graduated. In fact, you were at your joint graduation party right now. It was also Robin’s, since she was in the same year. The Byers house had been chosen to host with insistence from Joyce. She knew you, Eddie, and Robin didn’t have much of a support system outside of the guests at the party. So she did her best to make everything perfect.

“Plus,” Eddie continued playfully, “I don’t think you’re uncle material”

Dustin, dramatic as always, turned away from Eddie. “Ohh, I see how it is. And I’m sure Steve would be a great option…” he glowered.

Eddie, who could win awards for teasing, backpedaled when he noticed that Dustin looked authentically hurt.

“They would be more your sibling than niece or nephew, sport.” Eddie ruffled Dustin’s curly- hair.

Dustin chortled. “And how do you figure that?”

“We’ll you know. Me and Steve are like your dads.” Eddie knew he should have felt disgust and embarrassment in the sappy turn the conversation had taken (with his prompting), but he had a soft spot for Dustin.

Steve had joined the two when he heard his name (freakin golden retriever) and immediately agreed with Eddie.

“Aw, yeah we are kind of like your dads, aren’t we?” Steve cooed at Dustin.

“What-no! What is this sick fantasy you both-“

Before Dustin could get out another word, Eddie had cocked his head towards Steve, smirking, mouthing something along the lines of “ambush.”

Seconds later Steve and Eddie were squishing Dustin into a group hug, causing him to yelp.

“What is WRONG with you two today?” Dustin practically yelled, opting to ignore the fact he would cherish that hug forever.

“Aw, Eddie’s graduating and he’s feelin sentimental.”

“Shut up, Harrington.” Eddie spat, hiding the smile creeping up on his mouth.

“I’m shaking in my boots, Munson.” Steve widened his eyes in fake horror.

He couldn’t help but smile as big and as wide as a fucking clown. Because they were his friends. Friends that had become his family. Eddie had friends in his band, in Hellfire, he had his uncle-but since learning the world was able to literally turn upside down, he had learned the true definition of friendship.

It was sacrifice. Bravery. Loyalty.

You, Dustin, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, even the girl with a buzzed head and super powers! Shit, all of you had made him want to change, to stop running and have people to fight for. And now that he did, he never wanted to look back. So much of his personality had been based around guarding himself, expecting people to hate him. His lifestyle. His music. His clothes. That’s just what he had been hardwired to accept.

So yeah, maybe graduation was making him a little sentimental. That and he fact that up until few months ago, he and his friends were far more concerned with monsters and inter-dimensional gates than you, Eddie, and Robin graduating.

But that was over now. They had defeated Vecna, the threats to Hawkins left in the past. Though the trauma would haunt you for the rest of your lives. It wasn’t easy, but his friends had cleared Eddie’s name, Hopper stepping back into his old job as police chief, much to the bemusement of the town.

(It definitely helped that he strolled in lookin like a whole ass meal and the current joke of a police chief was just like “please help”)

This helped cement in Eddie’s mind that as long as you had friends, had family: you could do anything.

“I’m shaking in my boots, Munson.” Steve widened his eyes with fake horror.

You, Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin had grown tired of finger foods, Murray’s jokes, and entertaining Dustin’s mother. You had spotted the boys near the photo album table (yes there is a ridiculously large table with photo albums full of you and Eddie) and decided to join them.

“Look at our boys. They’re so cute.” Robin squeaked.

Jonathan was obviously unaffected by Robin’s observation, content to be wherever Nancy was.

As soon as you reached Eddie’s gaze, he lit up.

He was already so happy right now, seeing you made his heart go into overdrive.

Eddie snaked a long arm around the smell of your waist, planting a kiss on each of your cheeks, and then your nose.

“Aw. What was that for, Angel?” You asked , furiously blushing.

Normally Eddie would have made some kind of comment about how he was more similar to the devil, but with the people in front of him, he was not his usual self. He didn’t feel the need to distract them from his rough exterior, knowing full well they accepted (and loved) him just the way he was.

“‘Mm. Just missed you.” Eddie replied sweetly.

“Babyyy, you know it’s only been like 15 minutes since you saw me, right?” You giggled. Letting his warmth and intoxicating scent bring you comfort, you leaned against his embrace fully.

“15 minutes too long,” Eddie fake pouted.

You blushed again. At this point in your relationship, you’d opted to go to events with Eddie without adding blush to your face, knowing Eddie would do that all by himself.

Dustin fake gagged. Nancy and Robin just looked at you Terri knowingly, and Robin and Steve looked like older versions of Dustin.

“Remind me why we got them together in the first place?” Robin asked Steve, unamused.

“Oh you just love to bring that up, dontcha, big boy.” Eddie questioned Steve, eyes narrowed playfully.

“We’ll if it wasn’t for me and Robin you two still wouldn’t be able to be in the same room together without having a damn panic attack.

“That’s true, Y/N,” Robin added ever-so-helpfully, “you would break into hives and start sweating and-“

“Robin!” You warned.

Robin rolled her eyes. “Like there’s anything that’s going to scare him away now. He’s practically living in your pocket!” She giggled.

“Ok at, you know, I don’t remember us being this helpless. I think you two like to exaggerate your self-importance.” Eddie mused.

“Oh that’s a lie-“ Robin and Steve shot back in unison, sharing the same brain cell. You wondered who had it at the moment.

“Let’s ask Jonathan and Nancy,” you offered, turning towards them. “Were we really this obnoxious?” You asked.

Nancy and Jonathan looked at each other for help.

“Well,” Jonathan began lightly, “it’s not like you were never obnoxious. I mean- well- no” he started stuttering, trying to find the right words while being just a little less than sober and present.

Jonathan hated hurting any one’s feelings, usually happy to be the group mediator and stay neutral (unless Nancy told him otherwise).

He shouldn’t have been worried about it though; you and Eddie both thought it was adorable how nervous you were around each other at first. At the time, it was hell, but looking back? Yeah, adorable.

Nancy, straightforward as always, cleared her throat and came to Jonathan’s rescue.

“You guys were cute. It was annoying how blind you were, though. We all wanted to just lock you in a room with rose petals and champagne so you could get it over with.” Nancy finished, rolling her eyes jokingly.

You and Eddie shared a look, and before either of you had a response, diplomatic Nancy was changing the subject. “We heard you boys getting loud over here, what’s the latest pointless argument? Anything for us to settle?” She teased, winking.

Dustin scoffed “Can you fix this?! Eddie and Steve seem to think they are our dads!” He dramatized.

“WE SAID we’re like the kids’ dads!” Steve shouted to the the three of you, all sporting a very confused look on your faces.

“Aw. Soo true. I love that.” Robin gushed.

“And I used to think you were cool…” Dustin said, earning a jab in his side from Robin.

“Wait, what does that make me then?” You asked, confused.

“Ask Steve and Eddie, they’re the ones painting the family tree…”

Steve and Eddie smiled at each other and went into a full breakdown.

(Here is a visual reference for you, please ignore the fact that this is not at all how family trees work-they know that😛)

Five minutes later, everything was decided.

“Okay…” Jonathan prodded, so Steve and Eddie are the dads, Nancy and Y/N are obviously the moms, And you lot are our children. What does that make me, the fucking mailman?” Jonathan questioned with a fake pout.

Nancy smiled and wrapped her arms around him. “Honey, you’re a Mr. Mom. You know the kids never listen to you.” She giggled.

“Ok, so what about me?!” Robin snapped.

“You’re the cool lesbian aunt,” You answered without a second thought, “honestly everyone should have one.”

Robin smiled at this, knowing full well this was all silliness, just happy that her friends accepted her and didn’t make a big deal out of anything.

By the end of Eddie and Steve’s lengthy explanation, you all were laughing until you were gasping for air.

You had brought your attention back to the party, and noticed max and el trying to get your attention. Murray and hopper were standing by the cake, arguing (probably about who should cut the cake). Murray was holding an oversized knife, perfect for cake-cutting, or a gruesome stabbing.

That’s safe, you chuckled to yourself.

Max, Lucas, Erica, and El we’re bringing” gifts from the house and setting them up on another oversized display table.

“Ok now that we have the family tree settled…who wants cake?” You asked, beaming at your favorite people.

“More like who wants presents??” Robin squealed in delight. Eddie nodded vigorously.

You all broke out into laughter again, believing everything was finally going to be okay, as long as you had each other.

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

This was so cute to imagine, I’m crying

Have a really good day, sunshine ☀️

𝐵𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒.

Hope

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