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Party Etiquette

Warnings: language (cursing), slight alcohol usage (not enough to delegitamize consent), making out, sexual situations(?)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Henderson!reader

Summary: Eddie asks if you’re going to a party. You decided you’re definitely going now.

Word Count: 4,633

AN: in this universe, Eddie’s still an outcast but it’s a little less extreme, also Chrissy and Jason aren’t a thing (not super important but makes sense). P.S. this is my first time writing so constructive criticism pls <3

You glance over at your brother, Dustin, while Amelia gushes over the flowers Jason brought her that morning. Your eyes fall onto the boy Dustin’s sitting next to: Eddie Munson.

You’d gotten to know Eddie through Dustin the past few months after school started. Eddie Munson who apparently used Aqua Net Hairspray to control his frizz on humid days. Eddie Munson who’d only ever spent time playing his guitar and hanging out with his friends (with the occasional “business” deal here and there).

You realize you’d been staring in their direction when your brother waves over to you from across the cafeteria with a smile. As you wave back you notice Eddie looking over at you after Dustin’s attention was given to someone other than him. He gives you a confused look as he regains Dustin’s attention.

Amelia gains your attention by clapping in your face asking, “(y/n), did you even hear what I said?”

“Um, no sorry,” you said apologetically, “What’d you say?”

“I asked if you wanted to come to the party Jason invited me to tonight,” she says exasperatedly. “I don’t even know why you keep looking at Dustin, he’s practically sealed his fate sitting with the Hellfire club everyday. Don’t even get me started with those shirts they wear. Ugh.”

“Hey, from what I’ve heard, they’re not all that bad. Apparently all they do is play Dungeons and Dragons, talk about girls, and drive around,” you defend them, trying to divert the conversation from her question.

“Mhm, sure, so what about that party tonight?” she asks again.

“Are you sure Jason would even want me coming? I mean, I’ve barely even talked to him, only when I’m with you.”

Amelia rolls her eyes as she says, “Oh please, I already asked him when he invited me. He said I could bring anyone as long as I brought myself. I think he really wants me there,” she says sighing.

The bell rings as you start to pack everything back into your lunch box. “Umm, I don’t know. I’ll think about it and call you after school but I have to get to history.”

She stands to walk out of the cafeteria with you, “Ok, ok, I’ll be waiting by the phone stewing in anticipation,” she says through a laugh, waving goodbye, and turning left while you turn right.

You sit in the back of Mr. Ronon’s history class, coincidentally a few seats down the row from Eddie. Maybe you did it on purpose the first day of school, wanting to sit next to the hot third-year senior, maybe not. Picking at your manicured nails while Mr. Ronon drones on about the passengers of the Mayflower, a note is placed on your desk.

“your brother talks about you a lot. you coming to jason’s party tonight?”

-eddie

You look up to see Eddie paying attention to the lesson. That’s a first, you think to yourself as you scribble on a new piece of paper.

“I was invited, maybe. Why?”

It gets passed back to Eddie by the two students sitting between you. He smiles to himself and writes a response on the back of the paper you sent to him.

“got a couple clients asking me to be there. wanted to see if someone actually cool was going to be there.”

When the note makes it back to you, you think of something good to respond with. You were going to play into whatever game he was playing.

“Guess you’ll just have to see.”

Trying not to pay attention to his response, you focus back onto the lesson while counting the seconds tick by on the clock above the chalkboard.

Dustin races out of your car and up to the front door. “Dammit!” he screams, “(y/n), hurry up! I forgot my key.”

You unlock the door for him and ask, “Jesus, why are you in such a rush? Got a hot phone call with Suzie you’re late for?”

“Ewww, gross, but no. I’m waiting for a call from Eddie. He says he got invited to a party tonight and might bring me and Mike along so we can see what a real high school party is like. Isn’t that so fun? He said he’s be doing ‘business’ deals the whole time, whatever that means. But, (y/n), my first high school party, I should call Steve to see what to wear.” he rambles on as the two of you make your way to the kitchen to make a snack.

“I’m sorry, Eddie’s taking you to the party?” you ask, shocked. “And he’s going to be doing ‘business’ deals while you’re there?!”

“Yeah, what’s the big deal?” Dustin asks cluelessly.

“Oh, buddy, you’ll learn when you’re a bit older,” you laugh, “Ask me again when you’re sixteen. But hey, luckily for you, I’ll be at the party too. You know, to keep an eye on you,” you say with a wink.

“Ugh, fine, whatever. Who invited you anyway?”

“Technically, Jason. But I’m going for Amelia.” And for Eddie you think as you explain things to your brother. “Did Eddie mention what time the party started? Because Amelia failed to mention that today.”

“Yeah, it starts at 9, but Eddie said all the cool people don’t show up until like 10:30,” Dustin explains to you while you pour two bowls of Cap’n Crunch.

“Ok, well, Jason only lives like two blocks away so we can start walking at 10:15. Does that work for you?”

Dustin grabs two spoons from the silverware drawer and says, “Oh, actually, Eddie said he’d pick me up. He told me he doesn’t drink while doing ‘business’ and that’s the only thing he’s doing tonight so it’ll be all good. I can ask him to take you too if you want?”

A look of indecision crosses your face, “Oh no, I’m sure Amelia or someone else could take me. And I could always walk too,” you say as you grab your bowl and take it down the hall to your room.

In your room, you’re holding the phone to your ear and eating the Cap’n Crunch. The phone rings while you wait for Amelia to answer.

“Hello, this is the Richardson household,” you hear her mom say.

“Hi Mrs. Richardson, it’s (y/n), could you ask Amelia to answer the phone?” you say to her.

“Oh of course darling, one second,” you hear a muffled scream of Amelia’s name as Mrs. Richards puts the phone back to her ear. “How’s your mom sweetheart? Is she still upset over Mews?”

“Oh, no ma’am, me and Dustin got her a new cat and she’s so happy now. I’m sure she’d love to get together with you and the girls. You know, maybe play some bridge tonight?” you suggest to Amelia’s mom.

“Aww, honey, you’re so sweet. I’ll be sure to-” Mrs. Richardson gets cut off.

“Hello, (y/n)?” you both hear Amelia say over the line.

“I guess I’ll go now, nice talking to you (y/n),” Amelia’s mom says as she puts the phone back on the receiver.

“Hey bitch, what’s up? You coming to the party or not?” Amelia asks.

You sigh into the phone, setting the bowl on your bedside table, “Yes, I am. Dustin’s going and this cute guy from my history class is too. I have to keep an eye on Dusty and this guy asked me if I was going and I said maybe and I-” Amelia cuts of your rambling.

“This cute guy, does he happen to be Eddie Munson?” she asks with a hidden smile on the other side of the phone.

“W-what, girl what do you think you’re talking about?” your voice is suspiciously high-pitched as you respond.

“It’s kind of obvious, (y/n). I mean, think about it. You’re always staring over at Dustin. Who sits next to Dustin? Eddie. Who’s in your history class? Eddie. Who goes to parties? Eddie. Who do you definitely have a crush on? Eddie.” she explains. You know there’s so much more that she could go into and you’re thankful she didn’t. You’re reminded why she’s your best friend all over again. She can know everything about you without you even saying a thing.

“Jesus, am I really that bad at hiding my crush?” you ask with a huff.

“No girl, trust me, no one else can tell. I just know you that well,” she laughs.

“Ok, then yeah, I’m going because Eddie asked if I’d be there. Which, surprisingly, you’re ok about? I thought you hated Eddie?” you asked.

“I mean, I don’t hate him. He’s a little weird that’s for sure, but he seems to make you happy, and I love that he makes your little brother happy. In fact,” she continues, “I respect him a little bit. He’s so…himself no matter how anyone treats him. And he’s always so nice. I’ve definitely never had a negative interaction with him.”

“Hold up. When have you ever had an interaction with Eddie Munson?” you ask out of confusion.

“Oh, you know, after him and Jason worked out their issues, Jason became a regular ‘customer’ and I’ve gone with him a few times after school.”

“Wow, Jason Carver, one of Eddie’s ‘customers’. Who would’ve thought,” you wonder aloud. You continue, “But yeah, I’m going for Eddie but also mostly for you and Dustin. How are you getting to Jason’s?”

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry but I’m riding over with Natalie early to hang out with Jason and Patrick before the party starts. We’re also spending the night. I’m sorry, I would’ve told you earlier but Natalie and Jason ambushed me after 7th period today.” she apologizes.

“Babe, it’s ok, I’ll just walk or catch a ride with Dusty. Spending the night with Jason? Do you have protection?” you ask seriously.

“Oh my god, (y/n), you’re so embarrassing. But yes, I do. Don’t worry, you won’t become an aunt anytime soon. Do you have protection?” she asks jokingly.

“Don’t even try with me girl.” you warn.

“Ok, ok, well tell me more about what you like about Eddie. We need to come up for a plan for you two tonight. He’s obviously into you if he asked if you’d be there. We gotta get you two together. Tonight.” she emphasizes the end of her sentence with a snap.

As you go on and on about Eddie you don’t notice Dustin standing outside your door listening to you. He plans to tell all of this to Eddie as soon as he calls. Speaking of Eddie, he’d been trying to call the Henderson household for about an hour as he gives up and just heads over. It’s not like he’d never been over before, he’d just never been over uninvited. He hoped your mom wasn’t home, she always seemed a little scared of him.

Dustin hops in the shower to start getting ready for the party as Eddie hops into his van. You continue on the phone as you hear the shower start and tell Amelia you’ve got to go to get ready.

The doorbell rings and Dustin yells from the shower, “(Y/N), GET THE DOOR I’M NAKED!”

“Woah, you’re naked in the shower? I didn’t know you were supposed to do that,” you shout back obviously, adding on, “You better be out in 10 minutes. There’s only 2 hours until we have to leave and I have to shower too!”

You jog down the hallway to answer the door. Swinging it open to reveal a rosy-cheeked, droopy-eyed Eddie Munson. He stops picking at his jacket when he hears the door open, surprised to see you. He’s too busy taking in the jeans and t-shirt you’d worn to school that day and the way your eyes are shining in the moonlight that illuminated your door step.

“Umm, hi?” you say.

“O-oh, yeah, hi. I’m, um, I’m here for Dustin. To take him to the party.”

“Aren’t you like,” you look down at your watch, “2 hours early?” you question; keeping your cool obviously better than he is.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat and stands taller, leaning agains the door frame on one arm. “ I came early, phone line was busy, needed to talk to him about party etiquette, you know.”

“Umm, sure. He’s in the shower but you can wait in his room. I’ll let him know you’re here,” you say while stepping back and opening the door to let him in.

He walks past you, “Thanks sweetheart,” he says with a wink.

You hope he doesn’t notice the heat rush to your cheeks as you close the door and head to the hallway with him hot on your heels. Eddie abandons you halfway down the hallway to go into Dustin’s room. Noticing the shower had turned off, you walk into the bathroom, bypassing the unlocked door.

“Heyyyy, dude, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Dustin asks, shocked and luckily already wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, can it. What is Eddie Munson doing in your bedroom right now? I thought you said he wouldn’t be here until like 10? I have to take a shower, Dustin, how am I supposed to do that with him right down the hall?” you huff at him.

“I don’t know why Eddie’s here but it’s fine, you can still shower. I’ll make sure he stays in my room. Do you need a ride?”

“Yeah, I do, thanks. Amelia’s leaving early and staying the night.” you explain.

“Ok, I’ll ask Eddie and let you know.”

“Cool, thanks, now get out. I only have 2 hours to get ready. Bye!” you say as you close the door on him, still trying to talk to you about tonight.

You take your shower with no more issues, planning out your outfit in your head. You decide to go mostly casual: high-waisted, ripped jeans, a red tanktop, and your white sneakers. The perfect outfit for going out in November.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrap a towel around your still dripping body and go to brush your hair in front of the mirror. While brushing, your mind wanders to Eddie. Eddie Munson who’d asked if you’d be at the party. Eddie Munson who was in your little brother’s bedroom teaching him party edicate, whatever that meant. Eddie Munson who had to pee.

“...Ok, and that’s how you always win at pong, literally always, never been defeated.” Eddie finishes his tangent.

“Yeah, dude, I get it. I’ve gotten it for the past 30 minutes,” Dustin laughs.

“Whatever, Dustin, you just don’t understand. Hey, dude, I gotta pee. You think your sister’s done in the bathroom yet?” he asks.

“I don’t know, probably. The water’s been off for like 10 minutes. Just go knock and find out,” Dustin huggs while looking for an outfit to wear.

“Ok,” Eddie says as he pushes himself off the bed and walks out the door.

You don’t hear his heavy, booted footsteps coming towards you down the hall and swing the bathroom door open, a cloud of steam following you out of the room. Your steps halt as you see Eddie, halfway down the hallway staring at you.

Eddie can’t believe his eyes. (y/n) Henderson fresh out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and still dripping wet. He tries to keep his cool as he says, “Hey sweetheart, sorry, thought you were in your room already.” His eyes roam your body as he explains.

“Oh–um,” you cough, “Yeah, all good. No worries,” you mumble as you look anywhere than at him.

“You know, we leave in 30 minutes, I hope you don’t plan on wearing just that towel. Might attract a bit too much attention,” Eddie says slowly as he walks towards you, backing you into the wall next to your bedroom door.

He’s looking down at you now, leaning on his arm above your head, as you finally meet his eyes. He licks his lips as he looks down from your eyes to your nose, down to the cleavage visible from the top of the towel, back up to your face: scanning your features like he’s trying to memorize them. You scan your mind for something witty to say back. He might’ve caught you off-guard but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Just wait, Munson, I’ve got something much better than this old towel planned,” you whisper to him.

He lowers his face even closer to yours, his other hand coming to hover over your waist. His lips brush over yours as he whispers, “Good, I can’t wait to see it.” He turns around to go to the bathroom leaving you breathless right outside your bedroom door.

Inside your bedroom you decide two things. One: you need to find a way better outfit to wear to the party. And two: you can’t ride with Eddie and your brother after what just happened. Plus, you want him caught off-guard by your outfit at the party, not in your living room.

Looking through your closet you decide to keep the jeans and shoes from the original outfit. For your top, you decide on a Madonna-esque black, mesh crop top with just a red bra underneath.

After finalizing the outfit, you call around to see who else you could get a ride from this close to the party starting. Leslie, from your English class, is going and isn’t planning on showing up until 11. She offers you the last open seat in her car as you mentally check that last task from your list.

“DUSTIN, COME HERE!” You yell across the hallway, still dressed in a towel.

Dustin comes running out of his room, “What?” he asks, exasperated.

“I’m not riding with you and Eddie anymore, I’m riding with Leslie. Don’t wait up for me,” you say, eyes drifting up to land on Eddie standing in Dustin’s doorway.

You close the door and start getting dressed. While your doing your makeup, you hear Eddie’s van peel out of the driveway and get started on your own little pre-party. The KISS record on your record player gets turned up as you pull the bottle of vodka from under your bed.

Finishing the last strokes of mascara, you pour yourself a shot and take it. As you feel the burn in your throat, the sound of Leslie’s station wagon’s horn sounds from the street. Your shoes are pulled on in a rush and you’re bounding out of the house and into Leslie’s back seat.

You’d been at the party for about half an hour, eyes constantly scanning the sea of people. You don’t want to admit that you’re looking for Eddie, but you’re looking for Eddie. Deciding to do anything other than stand in the corner, you head towards the kitchen to grab a drink.

In the kitchen, you run into Dustin. A drunk Dustin, apparently.

“(y/nnnnn),” he whines, “I feel funny. Eddie said I shouldn’t have too much but I don’t know how much is too much,” he spills what’s left in the cup all over the floor as he stumble towards you.

You take the cup and cringe at how strongly the left-over contents smell of alcohol. “Jesus Dustin, how much of this have you had to drink? Who made it?” you fire out questions to him.

“I’ve only had one cup, Eddie made it,” he hiccups to you.

You lean down a little to help him stand as you sigh, “Ok buddy, let’s just get you to the couch and you can leave with me or Eddie, whoever leaves first. Does that sound good?”

He nods as you lead him toward the couch, “Yeah, sis, sounds good.”

After setting him down, you run into Chrissy and Natalie on your way back to the kitchen; catching up with them as you pour yourself a drink. The three of you chat in the kitchen for a bit when Amelia comes walking up to you. She invites all of you to join a game of spin the bottle that’d started in one of the guest bedrooms upstairs. Natalie and Chrissy head upstairs as you hesitate.

“Come on (y/n),” Amelia pleads, “Jason got Eddie to stick around and play?” She knew saying that would make you perk up and follow her to the bedroom. Not before making sure Dustin would be ok for a little bit and ensuring someone would be checking on him every few minutes.

Following Amelia up the stairs has you nervous. You down the rest of your drink and prepare to face Eddie Munson. Amelia pushes the door open and you follow behind her, taking in everyone else. You don’t know everyone but you recognize Natalie, Chrissy, Patrick, Jason, and Eddie. You take in Eddie as he seemingly takes you in as well. He’s wearing the same thing that he was at school: his Hellfire shirt, leather jacket with a denim vest over, ripped black jeans, and his black boots.

He notices you immediately. You were right he thinks to himself you had something way better than that towel planned. He can’t help but drink in your appearance. You’d curled your hair and done your makeup, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. That shirt. You had on a practically see-through shirt with just a bra underneath and he was not happy about it. He was so not happy that everyone else got to see you like that.

You take a seat in the circle across from Eddie, still looking at you, as Jason explains the rules.

“Ok, so it’s like 7 minutes in heaven and spin the bottle. Someone spins the bottle, them and who it lands on go into the closet for 7 minutes. We’ve got 2 closets up here so 2 groups can go at once. Got it?” Everyone nods after he asks the question. The first person to spin is Amelia. As fate would have it, the empty wine bottle lands on Jason. You give her a nudge and she smiles at you as she gets up and follows him into the closet in the room.

Patrick speaks up, “Ok, (y/n), you spin next. The other closet is right outside the door to the left.”

“Ok,” you breathe shakily as you reach out to spin the bottle. Your eyes are locked on the bottle as it spins and spins. You’re shaking in anticipation, silently praying, as the bottle comes to a stop: pointed directly at Eddie. Everyone looks at each other and snickers, smiling as Eddie looks up from the bottle: eyes glued to you.

You look at him across the circle, as he stands and walks towards you. He steps between you and Natalie and extends his hand to help you stand. You take it and follow him out the door, closing it behind you. He leads you left down the hallway, still holding your hand and opens the closet door for you.

The silence behind the closed closet door is suffocating. “Sooo,” you whisper, looking up at him pressed against you due to the size of the closet, “I think you gave my brother alcohol poisoning.”

He laughs and you can feel his breath across your face. “Please, I only put like a shot and a half in that drink. It was mostly lemonade.”

“Mhm, sure,” you mumble, stealing a glance at his lips.

He notices, as he does the same thing, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip. His hands come to rest on your waist as he lowers his face to yours.

“This ok?” he asks, nudging your nose with his.

Words seem to fail you at this moment so reply by grabbing his shoulders and slamming his lips onto yours. The kiss burns. It’s hot and it’s fast, his teeth slamming into yours. Lips moving together with fervor, wanting anything they can get. His tongue brushes against your lips and you let out a breathy moan. Eddie takes advantage and pushes his tongue into your mouth as he presses his body into yours. Your hands are reaching into his hair and pulling. He grunts and presses his body imbossibly further into yours, allowing you to feel the hardness in his jeans press against your stomach.

His hands are racing all over your body. They move up from your waist to hold your cheeks, then down to cup your upper thighs. He picks you up to hold you between him and the wall, the kiss deepening even more as he massages your thighs through your jeans. You tug his hair again and his hands land back on your waist, squeezing and kneading the skin there. They come up under your mesh shirt and begin to tug on the bottom. He pulls away from the kiss, tugging your bottom lip along the way.

“God, you’re so beautiful. I can’t believe I haven’t done this before,” he says pulling away to lift the shirt off your body. His lips return to your skin, making his way along your jaw as his hands come up to cup your ribs.

“What?” you huff, squeezing his shoulder with one hand, “gotten locked in a closet with me?”

Eddie kisses and nips his way from your jaw down your neck. Leaving little red splotches to mark his path that you knew you’d have to hide from your mom later. His hands ghost higher until they’re squeezing and massaging.

He sucks hard on the juction between your neck and shoulder, making you gasp, “You know what I mean. Can’t believe you let other people see you like this. Nope, mark my words, you’re mine now,” he promises roughly, “And God, these tits, can’t believe you hid these from me,” he hisses, pinching you’re nipples through the padding of your bra.

You whimper at his actions and pull him back up to your mouth by his hair, Jesus Christ this man you think, and begin to take off his denim vest when you hear the doorknob jiggle below you.

“There’s no way it’s been 7 minutes,” he mumbles against your lips as you both freeze.

“(y/n)! Eddie! Are you in there? I want to go home. Someone told me you’d be in here,” you both sigh as you hear Dustin yell from the hallway. However, Dustin realizes the door wasn’t locked, it was just jammed. He pushed with all his strength and broke his way into the closet. He was met with the glorious sight of his sister, shirtless, and held up against the wall by his best friend.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK.” he screams, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SISTER DUDE? THAT’S MY SISTER! LITERALLY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING. EDDIE THIS IS SO NOT GOOD PARTY ETIQUETTE! YOU TOLD ME GENTLEMEN ALWAYS FIND A ROOM AND MAKE SURE TO LOCK THE DOOR. THAT DOOR WAS NOT LOCKED. OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST SAW THAT! EWWWW”

“Dude,” Eddie says, still holding you against the wall, “I’ll be down in a sec, just go wait in the van. Oh my Jesus.”

Dustin walks out of the closet, fake gagging all the way down the stairs. Eddie looks down at you, takes in your bra-clad chest as he kisses you one more time. Hard. He’s pushing his tongue back into your mouth before pulling away and pecking your nose. “See you at home sweetheart. I think I should stay the night since he’s gonna need a babysitter,” he says before turning around, winking, and disappearing down the hallway.

You’re left panting in the closet and stumble to put your shirt back on, not that it does much, as you prepare for what waits for you, later, at home.

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