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This Little Life (2)

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

You and Eddie go to the movies and neither of you can stop thinking about how much you like each other.

cw: mention of reader and Eddie having a traumatic childhood

part one

Twelve Years Old

“Wayne, we’re home!” Eddie calls out as the two of you walk through the door of the Munson trailer. Ever since the day you met four years ago, you’ve been attached at the hip. When you’re not in class, you’re together, never seen apart. You do everything together and that’s the way you like it. And everyone expects it at this point. You’re always either at Eddie’s or sometimes your house when Teresa isn’t home.

She’s never liked Eddie, always telling you that he’s not good enough for you. You’ve fought about that exact thing more times than you can count but what does she know? She’s never been around Eddie long enough to decide whether or not he’s a good influence on you. You haven’t even gone home since your last fight and it’s not like she cares anyway. She’ll be gone again soon enough.

Wayne heads out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. He’s wearing his uniform so you know he’s going to work at the plant. He’s been working extra hours since he’s now got three mouths to feed. It’s hard work, but seeing that bright smile on his nephew’s face makes it all worth it.

“I know it’s movie night, but I picked up an extra shift.” The two of you groan, knowing movie night is never the same without Wayne. “I’m sure you’ll be fine watching A New Hope for the tenth time without me. Now c’mon. I’ll drop you off at the theater.” He ushers you both out the door and you head to his-well, Alan’s van that was left behind.

You and Eddie sit in the backseat, singing along to the Black Sabbath song on the radio. You now know all of their songs backwards and forwards and as much as you like the music you grew up listening to, you feel like this is more you.

Music has been one of the few things that you feel like has been there for you. It’s one of the things that makes you feel seen-one of the things that makes you feel alive. You’ve dived deeper into metal music and now you can’t imagine listening to much else. It’s a form of therapy with helping you through what’s happening with your mom.

Over the years, you’ve gotten closer and closer and now you don’t know what you’d do without Eddie. He’s your best and only friend and you feel like you can go to him with anything. And you have and will continue to for the rest of your life.

Eddie feels the exact same way. He’s never had a real friend-especially not one for this long. People usually end up hating who he is pretty early on, but you don’t. And that’s so clear to him. You like him for him and that’s important for him. He’s got you and Wayne and that’s all he needs to survive this shitty town until the two of you are able to get out.

He still very much wants to be a rockstar and he’s so happy that you want to go with him. You told him that you’ll support him, being right by his side, cheering him on. You are the first person besides Wayne who’s told him that he can be somebody.

He still remembers Alan smashing his guitar, telling him that he wasn’t going to be anybody. Now he feels like he’s trying to prove him wrong. To prove a point. He just gets filled with so much anger and now he’s gotta make it big-two middle fingers up to anyone in this shitty town who only thinks of him as Eddie “The Freak” Munson.

He tries to pretend that it doesn’t get to him, but you know that it does. You can see that look on his face when someone makes a comment as they pass him in the hallway at school. You’ve even had to fight off bullies that like to pick on him physically and it breaks your heart that no one else seems to be able to see just how amazing he is.

He’s so sweet and caring and you hate that all anyone sees is the fact that he plays Dungeons and Dragons. You get some flack since you play too, but you don’t seem bothered by it. Because you aren’t. You don’t let the words get to you, but that’s been years of building up an intolerance because you’ve always been the weird new girl. You’re used to it and you refuse to let people who don’t even know you make you feel bad about yourself.

“You kids have fun,” Wayne tells the two of you as you climb out of the van and step out onto the sidewalk. “Teresa’s picking you up, right?”

You both nod at the man knowing damn well that you’ll have to wait at the arcade that’s down the road until she gets off work at the diner. It’s not like you mind, though. You could easily spend hours there, spending the money that he got for his birthday a few months ago. You always tell him that he doesn’t have to use his money on you but he hardly minds. If he’s going to spend his money on anyone, it’s going to be you.

You both rush into the theater and pay for your tickets before heading into the dark theater where the previews are already playing. You sit side by side, excitement rushing through your bodies even though you’ve already seen this movie more times than you can count.

You reach for Eddie’s hand as the movie starts and his heart races at the contact. You’ve held hands before but not like this. He likes it-loves it even. He’s been crushing on you for quite some time but can’t get himself to tell you how he feels. You’re the best friend he’s ever had and he doesn’t want his feelings for you to ruin that.

You turn to him with that pretty smile and he can’t believe that he’s lucky enough to have you in his life. And he only had you to thank for that. If you hadn't invited him to play with you that day all those years ago, he probably would’ve spent the rest of his life wondering what if.

He’s gotten much better at being more social but he’s not as extroverted as you are. You’re the one who speaks when you both go up to the counter to buy movie tickets and you take it upon yourself to order for him on the rare occasion you go out to eat. But you like doing it for him and he wouldn’t dare tell you to stop. He just gets overwhelmed and the words get caught in his throat.

And he’s terrified that you won’t feel the same way and then he’ll lose you for good. He already gets afraid that you’ll leave him already because everyone always does. He has nightmares about it often and that’s the real reason why he always sneaks into your trailer late at night. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he’s not going to risk losing you.

You’re fully aware of Eddie’s feelings for you and you’ve been hesitant to tell him that you feel the same way. You’re only twelve so you don’t think you’re ready for a relationship yet. You’re going to wait a few years and if Eddie’s still available, you’ll be sure to let him know how you feel.

You’d never tell him that you dream about the two of you getting married every night when you go to sleep. You imagine the two of you getting out of Hawkins and heading to the courthouse to elope. And then you’d spend the rest of your life on the road with him, knowing that you'll be happy as long as you’re with him. That’s what your perfect future looks like.

You’re so deep in thought that Eddie has to nudge you a couple of times to get your attention. You shake your head then look at the screen and see that the credits are rolling. Had you really been so in your head the entire movie? Well, it’s a good thing you’d already seen it nine other times.

You’re still holding hands when you exit the theater and the two of you make a beeline to the arcade since you know the way by heart by now. How many times have you gone there when you were tired of the trailer park? It’s at the point where the employees know you by name now.

You pull Eddie along and lead him to the game he likes the best-Space Invaders. You retrieve a quarter from your coin purse and hand it to him. He puts it in the machine and starts playing, moving the joystick this way and that as he presses the buttons.

You could watch him play for hours and never get bored. There’s something so comforting about it. Not only is it because you’re watching your favorite person, but also because it’s something you can focus on, not thinking about your fucked up home life for once. When you’re here, none of that can hurt you. You’re in your safe space and for a few hours, you can pretend that your life is different.

Once he eventually loses, he checks the leaderboard to see his name at the top before letting you drag him over to one of the claw machines. It’s tradition now that you have to get him a stuffed animal every time. His bed is filled with him and even though he barely has any room left, he’ll still take another. He just can’t ever say no to you.

He watches you put a quarter into the machine and it starts up. You move the claw this way and that and he sees it drop down, grabbing hold of a black stuffed animal he can’t quite make out. You move it over to the spot where you’re supposed to retrieve it and reach into the door and grab it. It doesn’t matter how many times this happens, he’s always moved by it. None of his friends have ever done anything like that.

He looks down at the stuffed animal in his hands and can finally make out that it’s a bat. He’s always thought they were cool. He’s researched them a lot in the books on different creatures that he got for Christmas one year. According to the book, they apparently represent rebirth and are believed to be able to lead people through hard times. Sometimes he wishes he were a bat and when he was younger, he found himself hanging upside down from one of the trees in the trailer park.

This is the one he’s always going to hold close to him. It’s the one he’ll clutch to his chest at night-the one that will bring him comfort. And he will of course think of you like he does every night. You’re always on his mind even when you’re not around-making him feel all warm and fuzzy even in his mind.

Of course Teresa is late from picking you up and the arcade is closed for the night by the time her car pulls up to the curb. You and Eddie wordlessly get into the backseat and you’re surprised she let him in this time. There’s still tension between the two of them and you know it’s because she doesn’t approve. You know that it’s because she thinks you’ll end up just like her-eighteen and pregnant and alone. You have no idea where she’s coming from because when have you ever shown your mother that you’re like her in any way?

She’s never let you be around boys for that exact reason and she’s always been hands off so you wonder why this is where she draws the line. She’ll leave you alone to fend for yourself for a week, but if you even make eye contact with a boy, she suddenly cares about you. In a way, you understand that this is her way of looking out for you, but you and Eddie are just friends. And that’s all you ever will be.

The car pulls up to your trailer before you know it and Teresa heads inside for her nightly routine of having at least half of a handle of vodka before passing out on the couch as some game show plays loudly on the TV. Eddie walks you to the door where you linger like you always do.

“Night,” he says, that adorable smile playing on his lips as he stuffs his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.

“Night, Eds,” you reply, turning towards the front door, but he stops you before you can open it.

“Wait, I wanna give you something,” he says and you turn to face him, ready to receive whatever he’s wanting to give you. He’s always giving you random little things that he’s found that remind him of you and now you keep them on the shelf above your bed. It all looks like junk, but it’s not to you. It’s all special.

“Okay,” you respond and before you can even register what’s happening, he pecks your lips then races across the road to his own trailer, slamming the door behind him. Once you have time for it to make sense, you can’t help but giggle and rush inside, dreaming about it until you fall asleep, finally knowing what Eddie Munson’s lips feel like-well, sort of.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff

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munsonsmixtapes · 8 days ago

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Quick question: Is anyone actually paying for Tumblr Premium??

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munsonsmixtapes · 9 days ago

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Currently on vacation but part two of “This Little Life” is coming sometime next week!

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munsonsmixtapes · 11 days ago

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Send me some Eddie requests! Preferably something smutty!

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff

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This Little Life (1)

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

These are little glimpses of your life with Eddie as you grow up together

Summary: You move to Hawkins with your mother and you and Eddie quickly become friends

cw: both Eddie and reader have complicated relationships with their parents

This is only part one and part two will be posted very soon!

Part One - Eight Years Old

You wake up to the sound of gravel crackling underneath the tires of your mom’s old minivan. You look around the trailer park through your tired eyes, squinting because of the bright sun that’s reflecting into the rearview mirror where you can see your mother’s eyes.

She turns to you, cigarette between her lips like always. She puts on that bright smile that always brings you comfort then reaches a hand out to you. Even at your young age, you’ve never had a great relationship with your mother.

Teresa is very hands on when she wants to be. Then sometimes, she’ll just disappear and leave you by yourself for days on end. For years, you remember randomly being dropped off at your grandparents house. And then when she decided you were old enough to be home alone by yourself, she’d just leave you there and come and go as she pleased.

She’s a lot better about it now, but on occasion, you’ll wake up to a note posted somewhere around the house that she’ll be back whenever with a little cash to order a pizza or something like that. Even though she’s never around, Teresa always makes sure that you’re fed well.

“This isn’t like the other places, sugar,” she says sweetly. That’s always been her nickname for you and you’re too nice to tell her that you actually hate it. “We’re here to stay.”

How many times have you heard that? You make a mental note to add another dollar to your jar. Only a few more and you can finally get that necklace you’ve been wanting. You saw it the one time Teresa took you to the mall and you haven’t forgotten about it since.

“Okay,” is all you reply. What else is there to say? She’s been telling you this since you were old enough to talk and she’s never been right. There’s always something or someone who runs her off just when you’re getting settled. It’s gotten to the point where you don’t even bother making friends because you know you’re just going to turn right around and pack up and leave.

“Aren’t you excited?” She asks, her face lighting up as she speaks. You just ignore her and get out of the car, retrieving your backpack that you keep all your valuables in. You make sure to never let it out of your sight because it’s not uncommon for Teresa to sneak into your room and steal your belongings to sell when she needs a little extra cash.

You look around the trailer park to get acquainted with your new space and pause when you turn to your left. There’s a man and a boy on the porch of the trailer across the way. You can’t exactly hear what’s being said, but you can hear the man yelling. The boy looks unbothered like he’s heard this kind of thing before. But the man is jabbing his fingers in his face, his voice louder now.

“Don’t ever do that again or else there will be serious consequences. Do you understand me?” The boy just nods and the man pushes him aside by the top of his head before storming off to the truck that’s parked outside of the trailer. He gets into the driver’s seat and slams the door before driving away so fast the wheels kick up dust, causing you to cough.

You look at the boy, feeling nothing but empathy for him. How many times have you had those kinds of conversations with Teresa? How many times have you been in his exact position? You almost want to go over and comfort him, but he doesn’t seem to be in the mood. He just shakes his head, giving you a glance before heading inside.

You try to forget what you’ve just seen and grab one of the boxes from the trunk and take it inside. The trailer is smaller than you expected but you’re not complaining. You know that other kids have nothing so you’re going to be grateful for what you do have.

You head to what you’ve decided is your room and your blow up mattress is already there. Teresa has promised you a real bed for years but you’ve decided to stop expecting one. Your life has been filled with empty promises from her and you’re not going to start believing her now.

You set the box in the center of the room and keep your backpack on your back because you know it’ll disappear if you leave it somewhere. You’ll never forgive her for selling the jewelry box your grandmother gave you before she passed away. It was the only thing you had left of the woman and now it’s gone just like most of your belongings.

There are times when you feel like you want to run away. You always think that if you left, she’d never come looking for you. You always feel like you were something she got stuck with instead of actually being a mother to you.

You sometimes wonder what your father is up to and if he’d take you in. You’ve never met the man but according to Teresa, he wasn’t all that. She said that she’d tell you more when you get older, but you’re not sure that’s true. It’s easy to tell when she’s lying to you because she’s done it so much.

Sugar, I told you that I don’t know where the damn jewelry box is. It must have gotten lost in the move.

I didn’t have enough to buy you dinner.

I love you, sugar.

Lies. All of it. And even at eight years old, you’re able to see right through her. You don’t even know why she comes back. She could leave and you wouldn’t be surprised. She wouldn’t have any responsibilities. She could go wherever she wanted. And then she could finally admit that never actually gave a shit about you.

In fact, every morning you wake up and are surprised when she’s there. You’re honestly waiting for her to just up and leave you to have to take care of yourself for the rest of your life. And the worst part of it is that you kind of wish she would. You know she doesn’t love you and you don’t love her. You already take more care of yourself than she ever had so it’s not like you care anyway.

Eddie’s used to new neighbors, but they never seem to be kids. They’re always adults or teenagers that are too old to play with. It’s not like he wants to play with you anyway-he likes to be by himself the best. But he has to admit that you intrigue him.

He’s only seen glimpses as you’ve left your trailer but there’s something about you that’s drawing him in. He hates to admit that he wants to get close to you even though he’s scared. That’s why he likes being alone-because he still has scars that are healing. He’s always been the weird kid who no one seems to want to hang out with. He thinks that’s why he’s always been ashamed to be himself.

But now that he’s seen you playing outside by yourself, he can’t help but want to join you. You just look like you’re having so much fun as you run and play with the seemingly very loved stuffed bunny you’ve got under your arm. He’s wondering what its name is and if you’d let him hold it.

Before he can stop himself, he steps out onto the porch, slowly inching closer to you. If he doesn’t think too much about it, he can introduce himself. He’s just scared. He doesn’t want to be rejected again. But for some reason, he doesn’t think you’ll do that to him.

He knows that all of those words from Alan that are replaying in his head are just a bunch of lies. He knows that he’s not worthless or a loser. He has so much potential and when he looks at that Black Sabbath poster that Wayne bought him, he just knows that’s gonna be him one day.

He wants to make music so badly that his hands itch to touch the guitar his dad left with all of his other stuff. But he can’t bring himself to actually play it. Because he knows the second that he gets his hands on it, Alan is going to walk through the door and give him yet another black eye.

You notice him walk across the gravel and turn to face him. You’ve seen him before, sometimes out on the porch with a comic book or a coloring book and some markers. He’s cute, you think. Well, as cute as an eight-year-old can be to another eight-year-old.

“Hey!” You greet him, all smiles and Eddie thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. Your smile is bright and just by seeing it, he somehow knows he can trust you. It’s like all of that weight that sits on his shoulder somehow vanishes when your eyes look into his. They’re pretty and have a warmth to them that makes him feel like he’s being wrapped up in a blanket that’s fresh from the dryer.

“I’m y/n,” you put your hand out for him to shake. “I just moved in.” Your voice is sweet and bubbly and he thinks he wants to hear it over and over just because he likes how it sounds.

“I’m Eddie,” he replies, feeling more outgoing than he normally would. He always feels shy around people he doesn’t know. But not today-not with you, apparently.

“Eddie,” you repeat and he likes the way you say it, how your lips for the words. It sounds much better than how his dad says it-like a slur, just further proving that he doesn’t care about him. “I like that. Is it short for something?”

“Edward, but no one ever calls me that. I’m Eddie. Just Eddie.”

“Well, Eddie, do you want to play with me?” He doesn’t think he’s ever heard those words in his life. No one ever wants to play with him at school because they think he’s trailer trash. He can still hear the insults ringing in his head.

Look at what he’s wearing.

Did you see how his hair is cut?

He’s so poor he can’t even afford a lunchbox.

And that’s what they say when he’s within earshot so he can’t imagine what they say behind closed doors. He hates that he cares so much when they don’t actually know him, but it hurts. It hurts that he’s seemingly the only kid at school who doesn’t have any friends. And when he comes home, he’s alone when his dad and uncle Wayne are at work. He just always feels like no one wants to be around him. Well, besides Wayne. And you now, he guesses.

He knows that he just met you but he already wants to show you his DnD collection. The collection that Wayne worked extra shifts to purchase for him. And he bought it after watching his brother tell Eddie that the whole thing was childish and a waste of time and money.

But Wayne saw how longingly his nephew looked at all of the books and sets and decided that he deserved a treat. Eddie’s a good kid despite what Alan thinks and now it’s a whole custody battle since it’s clear that there’s alcoholism along with drug use as well Eddie’s mistreatment.

Eddie knows that his dad doesn’t act like a real one. If anything, Wayne has been more of a father figure to him. All of his good memories include that man and he will always be grateful to have him in his life. The only thing he ever got from his dad was his music taste and a lesson on how to hotwire a car.

“What are you playing?” He seems genuinely interested in spending time with and that throws you off. You’re so used to being invisible so it feels weird that he actually wants to talk to you. This kid doesn’t even know you yet seems much more interested in you than Teresa-your mother, your own flesh and blood.

“I was seeing how fast I can run. Do you want to race?” Your face lights up as you ask and Eddie can’t help but say yes. How could he possibly say no to that pretty smile?

You clutch your bunny to your chest as you countdown before the two of you race down the dirt road. You’re both running so fast and you swear you’ve never felt this free-like you could go anywhere. You turn behind you and your trailer is getting smaller as the weight on your chest lessens.

You always knew that weight was the trauma caused by Teresa, but being so far away from her makes you feel weightless. Like you could do anything and not have your mother weighing you down. You wonder what would happen if you left right now. If you just took off with your money jar, your backpack and Bunny. You consider it once you fall into the patch of grass by the woods. You look into them and can’t help but think about leaving and never coming back. But you don’t.

Deep down, you’re too scared. You don’t know why you’re so afraid of disappointing her even though that’s all she’s done your whole life. She needs you. How would she keep a job if you didn’t wake her up every morning? How would the bills get paid if you weren’t the ones paying them? How would she eat if you didn’t remind her that she can’t spend her entire paychecks on cigarettes and alcohol?

You know that it shouldn’t be your problem, but it is. You don’t get to choose who your parents are and you just happened to get the mother who didn’t want to be a mom. You wonder what she’d be doing now if she hadn’t had you at eighteen. Oh, who are you kidding? She’d be doing the exact same thing now but she wouldn’t have to lug you around.

Eddie falls into the grass to your left and for a second, you completely forgot that he was there. He turns to face you with that boyish smile and those warm Bambi eyes and for the first time in your life, you think you’ve finally found a friend.

“Do you like metal?” He asks and you look at him confused. “Well, what do you like?” The only music you can remember Teresa ever playing was whatever radio station was on at the time.

“I like Dolly Parton,” you reply with the first singer you can come up with. Eddie only knows who that is because he hears her when Wayne puts on a record while he makes dinner. He would never judge someone for their music taste, but he’d never admit that he kind of likes her either. And maybe he likes Fleetwood Mac, but that cassette tape he’s got under his bed is between him and God.

“My uncle Wayne likes her but-” he’s unable to finish his thought because he hears Wayne calling for him from the porch of their trailer. “Coming!” He calls back then turns back to you, that sweet smile on his face again. “Do you want to come over? We’ve got lemonade and an extra TV dinner.” He doesn’t tell you that they only have the extra TV dinner because Alan isn’t coming home tonight. But he’d much rather have your company anyway. He barely knows you but can already see a beautiful friendship blooming in his head. He really hopes that you feel it too. He’s been burned time and time again but he thinks he’s finally ready to take another leap. Somehow, he knows that you’ll catch him.

“I’d love to,” you reply as he reaches his hand out for you to take. You race each other to the Munson trailer and you can’t help but think about how much more cozy it feels once you step inside. There’s decor-albeit, tacky, but it still feels like a home. You just got there and yet somehow feel like you belong.

You take in everything, turning this way and that and when you finally see Eddie’s uncle, you just know that he’s a nice man. He’s got the same sweet smile and warm eyes that Eddie does and for whatever reason, you know that you can trust him. In fact, this is the safest you’ve felt your entire life.

“Hey there,” he smiles wide. “I’m Wayne and who might you be?”

“Y/n,” you reply and he nods.

“Well, y/n, I hope you like meatloaf.” You follow him into the kitchen and there is, in fact, meatloaf. But it’s the actual dish as opposed to the TV dinner Eddie mentioned. And it smells incredible. You’ve never had a home cooked meal before-Teresa can’t cook for shit-so you’re nothing but grateful as Wayne serves you a slice along with some mashed potatoes and broccoli.

The three of you head to the table where there’s a pitcher of ice cold lemonade that Eddie serves the three of you. You all sit and eat dinner together, chatting like you’re old friends. It’s the best meal you’ve ever had and the company isn’t bad either. And as Wayne sends you home with leftovers, both him and Eddie making sure you get inside okay, you begin to think that maybe you’re going to like it in Hawkins.

part two

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff

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munsonsmixtapes · 12 days ago

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If you're ever wondering why it takes me so long to write fics is because I always get distracted by whatever music im listening to lmao

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munsonsmixtapes · 13 days ago

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It always makes my day when people put my fics on rec lists! Thanks for much! 🥹

June Reading List!

To mark the end of June, here is everything I've read this month and thoroughly enjoyed! Happy July!!

Steve Harrington:

Sunscreen - @yasministration

Blind date - @c4tluver02

Bad feelings - @supernovafics

Sweet like honey - @harringtonfeels

Demons that you've never known - @harringtown

bsf!reader x steve harringon - @angelicblondie

The long way around - @jxstsxgx

Dad!Steve - @luveline

Clingy - @halles-notebook

My little girl - @multi-fandom-imagine

Band bus and butterflies - @samazing0831

There is no other love (it's only yours) - @keeryhours

Dad!Steve - @queenimmadolla

Love as pure as this - @queenofhawkins

Behind the scenes - @femtoddanderson

Driving Lesson - @wishing-on-a-staranise

Shy girl - @munsonify

Hair cut - @c4tluver02

Starcourt aftermath - @imsogonesposts

The prophecy - @munsonsmixtapes

Just for show - @samazing0831

Joe Keery

Friendship test - @dezznuggz Glastonbury - @harringtons-cupid Mutual Support - @harringtons-cupid

Jake Sully:

Secret is out - @erenjaegerwifee

Hoodie - @simkaswriting

Walter McKey Driver's Licence - @reysdriver keys x fem!reader - @reysdriver

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Hi! can I get an order of the buttered popcorn with a milkshake with a ticket to the swings??

Come on down to the fair!

Order up: Eddie Munson with hurt/comfort and miscommunication

Summary: After he introduces you as his girlfriend without talking to you first, you and Eddie have to have a conversation about where your relationship is going.

The bar is packed as you sit and watch Eddie and the rest of Corroded Coffin get on stage. This is definitely a bigger crowd than usual and that’s because you took it upon yourself to put out flyers advertising the show tonight. You know people love live music and you thought this would be a great way to get the band some new fans. It’s the least you could do for your-well, you don’t exactly know what Eddie is to you because you never discussed it. You’ve been hanging out and sure, you’ve slept together quite a few times, but you’re still unsure.

The lights go down and you turn, giving the band your undivided attention. You sip on your drink as a spotlight shines down on Eddie. Now he’s the only other person in the room as everyone else seems to disappear. That’s how it always is when the two of you are in the same room together. It’s almost like no one else matters.

He turns to his left and gives you a smile as he sings one of the many songs he wrote for you directly to you. You hope to talk about where your relationship stands after the show. You know you like each other, but the status still hasn’t become clear. You just want to know what it is so you can stop thinking about it. It’s taken up every inch of your brain but you’re actually too scared to ask him.

Eddie has been head over heels for you since the second he saw you sitting on that very stool all those months ago. He wants to tell you that he loves you-that he wants to be more than-well, whatever you are. He wants to be able to introduce you as his girlfriend even though he’s more than nervous to do so.

He’s never felt this way before. He’s never actually fallen for anyone he’s hooked up with. He wasn’t supposed to fall for you, but god, did he. And he fell hard. When he thinks about his future, all he can see is the two of you together. He pictures you on the road with the band, cheering him on. He sees the two of you getting married and having kids-if you want them. Even though you’ve only known each other for a couple months, he’s in this for life.

Their short performance ends pretty quickly and Eddie makes a beeline for you as soon as the last note is sung. He pulls you in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek before throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“Guys,” he says as you make eye contact with his three band members. “This is y/n, my girlfriend.” Everything goes still as the words leave his mouth. You’re trying to play it off like he’s said those words a million times, but you’re actually mentally freaking out. You wish he would have at least talked to you first before introducing you as his girlfriend to his closest friends.

They all tell you that it’s nice to meet you and you feel like a dick for basically ignoring them, but you’re too in your head right now. You’re honestly just trying to think about how you want to go about bringing it up to him. He obviously seemed really excited to use the word in reference to you, but you guess it just caught you off guard.

You’re both silent when you leave the bar and head to Eddie’s van. He’s embarrassed that you were so rude to his friends. He doesn’t usually introduce his hookups to them, but thought you were different. And he still thinks that you are but that it was just a bad night.

You sit in the van, still both quiet as Eddie puts the keys in the ignition but he doesn’t crank it. You turn to him and he gives you his undivided attention as he prepares for whatever you’re going to say. Even though he has a pretty good idea. You’re going to break up with him. This is it. The end. Why else would you be acting so weird?

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, breaking the silence. “I just-I wish you would have talked to me before introducing me as your girlfriend.” He didn’t even think about that. He honestly thought that the two of you were on the same page. He was sure that you were just as into him as he was to you-that you were together and just didn’t need to discuss the specifics.

“I really like you, Eddie, and I do want to be your girlfriend, but I just wish you would have talked to me first.”

“I’m sorry,” he replies, scooting closer to you. He takes your hands in his and looks you directly in the eyes, his pretty brown ones boring into yours. “I won’t ever do that again. I was just-excited and I really wanted you to meet my friends.”

“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have been so rude to them. I’ll fix it next time. That is, if you want to give this a shot?”

“I’d love nothing more,” he says, leaning in for a kiss. You both smile into it-your first one as a couple. And all of that anger melts away as you pour everything into it, feeling like nothing but the luckiest people on the planet.

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