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[earthlyangelbby]

More than cookies

Summary: Teaching your crush Eddie to bake cookies turns into something sweeter than anticipated. Could this be the start of something more?

Cw: Fluffy fluff flufferson just a little kissing

2.5k Words

Every week, you bring chocolate chip cookies to the group hangout—a tradition since you started tagging along with Robin about a year ago. Whether it’s a movie night, board games, D&D, or some seasonal get-together, the hangouts usually take place at Eddie’s apartment. Without roommates, his place is the perfect hosting spot.

From the very first evening, you felt welcomed. Meeting Eddie, Nancy, Steve, and Gareth was intimidating at first, but thanks to Robin, they already knew a lot about you. That left you free to mostly observe and get to know them. Eddie’s apartment, especially his cozy living room, quickly became a comfort. With a big couch, a loveseat, beanbag chairs, and plenty of pillows and blankets for movie nights, it was hard not to feel at ease.

You started noticing Eddie more after the first horror movie night. He sat next to you on the couch, and as the scares made you jump and squeal, he instinctively leaned in to check on you. “All good, sweetheart?” he asked softly.

You whispered back with a shy smile, “I’m having fun, just jumpy.”

He smiled and nodded, and from then on, he made a habit of chuckling at your reactions. When you’d jump particularly hard, he’d lean over with a playful grin and say, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” nudging your shoulder or giving your knee a reassuring squeeze.

Game nights brought more of Eddie’s playful side. He’d jokingly target you, tracking your moves in Monopoly and teasing you about your strategy. “Oh, come on, you love my strategy,” he’d say, nudging your game piece with his. Every casual brush of his arm against yours, every moment he leaned in close, sent your heart racing in ways you couldn’t ignore.

You started arriving early to hangouts, initially because of your type-A personality, but lately, it was just an excuse to get a few moments alone with Eddie. You’d always found him attractive—his big smile, warm brown eyes, and even the way he ate cookies made your heart flutter. To call it a crush would be an understatement.

The way he looked at you and his comments about your cookies had started to feel less polite and more teasing. Every week, Eddie would eat your cookies with a grin that melted you, and every week, he’d say something that left your cheeks burning:

• "If this is what you bring every week, I’m counting the days to the next hangout."

• "Keep this up, and I’ll have to make you my official cookie supplier."

• "I should start bringing my own container to take some home."

• "Sweetheart, I might have to marry you. I can’t live without these."

• "The way you make these cookies makes me curious about what else you’re great at."

Most of his comments were playful, but “what else you’re great at” stuck in your head. What did he mean by that? Whatever it was, you wanted to know. So, you gathered your nerves and invited him to your house—to bake, of course.

 

Eddie made time to come over and learn, which shouldn’t have been a big deal—but it made you nervous. He was about to see your home, a cozy little townhouse you’d inherited from your grandma. Everything was perfectly neat, mostly because you couldn’t bring yourself to change her charming, floral-inspired decor.

You took a deep breath as you prepped the kitchen, a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through you. It was just going to be the two of you, and as the clock ticked closer to his arrival, your mind replayed every flirty exchange. The way Eddie smiled at you, that boyish grin lighting up his face as he savored your cookies, always made your cheeks flush.

He had a way of making you feel like a giddy teenager, especially with all the little moments during hangouts—his teasing during games, the lingering looks during movies, and the way he always gravitated toward you when you arrived early. Eddie was curious about you in a way that felt genuine, asking about your week and slipping in subtle, almost shy questions about whether you were seeing anyone.

Then there were the casual touches: a light brush of his arm, a nudge during a game, or his hand grazing yours while passing something. Normally, those things would have made you uncomfortable, but when it was Eddie, they left your skin buzzing and your stomach full of butterflies.

Eddie was in his van, fingers drumming nervously on the steering wheel as soft music played in the background. His mind raced as he stared at the road ahead. Okay, Munson, don’t screw this up. She’s a friend—a really good friend. Everyone likes her. Robin says she’s into you. And yeah, she laughs at all your dumb jokes, but… what if this is just about cookies?

He sighed, gripping the wheel tighter. God, she’s so much more than that. Sweet and funny, always bringing those cookies every week. And the way she looks when she smiles… like she doesn’t even know how beautiful she is. How does someone as good as her actually exist? She’s smart, kind, and somehow looks as good as she is. That’s rare. Like lightning-strike rare.

His heart thudded a little harder in his chest at the thought of her. And that laugh... it’s like the best sound in the world. She always laughs when I flirt with her. That’s a good sign, right? Robin said it was. Robin wouldn’t lie about that. Would she?

Eddie’s van pulled into the driveway, and he stared at the little house in front of him. It was sweet and inviting, with blue trim and curtains that reminded him of something out of a storybook. Of course, her house would look like this. Cute, warm, and perfect—just like her.

He flipped down the visor and glanced at himself in the mirror, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, Munson. Be cool. Be cool. Don’t say anything stupid. Just... bake some cookies and don’t blow it.”

Grabbing the milk and the bowl he’d brought along, Eddie stepped out of the van, straightened his jacket, and made his way to the front door. As he walked up the little path, he couldn’t help but smile. Cookies or not, I’m about to spend the afternoon with the prettiest girl I’ve ever met. That’s enough.

He reached the door, took a deep breath, and knocked, feeling his heart pound in anticipation.

Finally, you heard a knock at the door. You smoothed down your apron, fixed your hair, took a moment to compose yourself, and swung the door open with a bright smile. There he was, looking even cuter than usual, holding a bowl in one hand and a half gallon of milk in the other.

“Ready to make me a cookie making master?” he said, his eyes sparkling.

You laughed nervously, “Cookie master? More like a cookie apprentice!”

He stepped inside and looked around. “Wow, this place is.. cute lots more flowers than I imagined.”

“How often are you imagining my house?” you teased, motioning for him to take a seat at the counter. 

“Just on the whole drive over here,” Eddie laughed.

You pulled out the recipe, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the butterflies in your stomach. “Alright, let’s get started. First, you’ll want to cream the butter and sugars together.”

As you began to demonstrate, you caught him watching you intently. Both his smile and the way he leaned closer made it hard to concentrate. “See? Just like this,” you said, your cheeks warming as he leaned in even more.

“Can I try?” he asked, and you nodded, passing him the wooden spoon. He took over mixing, but not without stealing glances at you. You tried to make your hands look busy, but gave up and stood with your hands behind your back.

“So, what else do you like to make when you’re not saving my sweet tooth?” Eddie asked, looking over at you with genuine curiosity.

“I, um… I enjoy trying new recipes. It’s sort of my thing.” You tried to sound cool, but the way he was looking at you made it hard to think straight.

“Yeah?” He paused, looking serious for a moment. “What do you do when you’re not busy being an amazing cookie supplier?”

“Mostly school,” you replied softly, heart pounding. “And daydream about cute guys who eat my cookies.”

His eyebrows raised slightly, and for a moment, you panicked, realizing what you had just let slip. But a playful smirk appeared on his lips. “Oh really? I’d love to hear more about this ‘cute guy’ you’re daydreaming about.”

You could practically feel the blush creeping up your neck. “Well, he’s sweet, funny, and loves cookies just as much as I do.”

“Lucky guy,” he said, his voice dropping a bit, making your heart race. “I bet he treats you well, huh?”

Before you could respond, you set out the chocolate chips. “Okay, now for the fun part! Let’s add these in.” 

He watched as you poured the chocolate chips into the bowl and then placed a few pieces right next to you on the counter. “I think you need to taste test those,” he said with a wink.

You picked one up and popped it into your mouth, then offered another to him with a grin. “Here, you try! They are the secret to making the cookies perfect.” 

He hesitated for a moment and then took the piece from your fingers, his gaze lingering on yours as he chewed. “Mm so sweet, just like you,” he said.

Your heart skipped a beat, and the kitchen suddenly felt a little smaller. You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling the moment hang between you like a sweet, unspoken confession. “Okay, let’s get back to business!” you said quickly, trying to sidestep the heat in your cheeks.

As you prepared to mix the flour and baking soda, you grinned and said, “But wait, there’s a secret ingredient that takes these cookies to the next level!” You reached for a dark chocolate bar and began chopping it into small pieces.

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “What’s this? More chocolate?”

You nodded, excitement bubbling up. “Yep! Chopped dark chocolate adds a rich depth and makes them extra special. Just wait until you taste them!”

“Nice! I’m all in for extra chocolate,” he said, looking at you with that charming smile again. The way he leaned over the counter to watch you closely made your heart race even more.

As you folded the chopped chocolate into the batter, Eddie's eyes never left you, and the air felt thick as you both worked side by side. You stirred the mixture, stealing glances at him as he concentrated on the process, a slight frown of focus on his lips that made him even more endearing. 

You handed Eddie a spoon and set the baking sheet in front of him. "Alright, cookie apprentice, now we scoop," you said with a grin.

He raised an eyebrow. “This is the big moment, huh? All my training has led to this.”

“Exactly,” you teased. “No pressure, but these scoops determine the success of the entire batch.”

Eddie scooped a dollop of dough onto the sheet and tilted his head. “How’s that for a first try?”

You leaned closer to inspect it, your shoulder brushing his. “Hmm, a little uneven, but not bad. Let me show you the pro technique.”

Grabbing your own spoon, you showed the perfect scoop. “See? Smooth edges, uniform size. It’s an art, really.”

He smirked, nudging your shoulder lightly. “So you’re saying I should leave the scooping to you?”

“Not at all!” you shot back, laughing. “You just need practice. Go ahead—try again.”

As he worked on his second scoop, Eddie suddenly dipped his spoon back into the dough and held it out toward you. “Taste test?”

You rolled your eyes but leaned in, taking a small bite off the spoon. “Okay, fine. It’s perfect,” you admitted, licking a bit of dough off your lip.

Eddie’s gaze lingered on you for a moment, a playful glint in his eye. “Told you I’d make a great apprentice,” he said, his voice soft but teasing.

Soon, the baking sheet was full, and you slid it into the preheated oven. “Alright, 12 minutes until cookie perfection,” you announced, brushing your hands together.

Eddie leaned back against the counter, watching you with that familiar lazy grin. “So what do we do while we wait? Dance? Play 20 Questions? Or just stare at each other awkwardly?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m voting for not staring awkwardly. How about we clean up a bit?”

As the two of you moved around the kitchen, wiping down counters and washing bowls, the energy between you shifted. The usual teasing felt softer, more intentional. Every brush of his hand against yours, every glance he stole—it all felt charged.

Finally, as you were drying your hands, Eddie stepped closer, his expression unusually serious. “You know,” he began, his voice low, “I’ve been waiting for this.”

You blinked, your heart skipping a beat. “For what? Cookies?” you teased nervously.

He shook his head, his lips twitching into a small smile. “No, not cookies. This. Just... being alone with you. I’ve been waiting forever to spend real time with a really pretty girl like you.”

Your breath caught at his words, your cheeks heating. “You really mean that?”

“Yeah,” he said softly, his gaze steady. “I don’t think I’ve made it a secret how much I like you. But this—being here, just us—is different. Better.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, and before you could overthink it, you said, “I’m glad you’re here, Eddie. I’ve been wanting this too.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then Eddie leaned in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can I... can I kiss you?”

Your heart raced, but you nodded, a shy smile spreading across your face. “Yes.”

Eddie's eyes dart from your lips to your eyes then back to your lips and he leans in, his lips brushing yours softly at first, leaving three short burst kisses on your lips. As if he was making sure this was real. He looked at you almost as if he wanted reassurance. You smiled up at him and leaned in. As your lips meld together again, you feel the soft brush of his tongue seeking entry, gently dancing against yours. The sweetness of the chocolate bursts forth as you taste it, mingling with the warmth of his breath. His tongue explores with a mix of urgency and tenderness, igniting a thrilling sensation that sends jolts of electricity through you. The way he tugs you closer only heightens the moment, making each flick and caress feel uniquely intimate. 

The comforting scent of his leather jacket envelops you, grounding you in the heat of the moment. As your tongues intertwine, it creates a beautiful rhythm, an unspoken connection that deepens with every kiss, leaving you breathless and craving more.

Just then, the oven timer dinged, breaking the moment. You both laughed, the sound cutting through the tension like a breath of fresh air.

“Perfect timing,” Eddie said, stepping back but keeping his hand on your waist.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were grinning like teenagers. “You’re really good at that,” you murmured, unable to stop smiling.

Eddie chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “So are you, sweetheart.” You placed your oven mitts on. “Let’s see if these cookies live up to the kiss.” Eddie looked at the tray with a big smile.

“They’d better,” you teased, opening the oven and pulling out the tray. The cookies were golden brown, the chocolate chips melted just enough to glisten.

Eddie grabbed a spatula and carefully transferred a cookie to a plate. “Taste test round two?” he asked, breaking off a piece and holding it out to you.

You took a bite, savoring the gooey chocolate and buttery dough. “Okay, these are pretty amazing,” you admitted.

Eddie took a bite of his own, nodding in agreement. “Not bad for an apprentice, huh?”

“Not bad at all, cookie master,” your smile soft as you met his gaze.

Eddie leaned on the counter. "You know, I’m not even mad if I never get a cookie again, as long as I get to keep kissing you.” 

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[earthlyangelbby]

Thank God for shitty landlords and old heaters.

Sfw!

Fluff so much fluff

2k words sorry I just wanna kiss him!!!

Mechanic Eddie x Server Y/N

Pls be kind I don't write often!! Also sorry for any mistakes I'm dyslexic anyways enjoy!

Part 2 Dungeon Master journal Confessional

The wind howled outside, a relentless fury that whipped snow across the trailer park. You tugged your scarf tighter around your neck, feeling the chill seep into your bones. Your heater gave out hours ago, and now your pipes were frozen solid. No amount of blankets, space heaters, or hot water bottles could fix it. The cold felt like it had taken over your whole trailer.

You hadn’t seen much of Eddie lately. Life had gotten in the way. He was busy shadowing an older mechanic at the garage, learning the ropes, and you were stuck serving coffee and burgers at the diner. Both of you were still young in your early twenties, but adult life had a way of pulling you in different directions.

But it was cold, and you needed a warm place. And there was one person you knew who might not mind taking you in.

You grabbed your jacket, pulled on your boots, and made your way to the other end of the lot where Eddie’s trailer sat, a little out of place among the others. When you knocked, you weren’t sure what you expected, but the door opened almost immediately. There he was, looking exactly the same as he did the last time you saw him same wild hair, same Metallica shirt, same flannel.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite server!” Eddie greeted with that signature grin of his, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Y/N What’s got you out here in this storm? You look like you’ve been standing out there for hours.”

You shrugged, trying to act casual, even though the cold had your teeth chattering. “My heater’s out, pipes are frozen. I was hoping I could crash here for a while, if that’s okay Eds?”

Eddie didn’t hesitate. “Of course. Come on in  before you freeze your little self to death.”

You stepped inside, and the warmth immediately hit you like a wave. Eddie closed the door behind you, locking it. You could already feel your body starting to thaw as he tossed your coat onto the back of a chair.

“You want something to drink? Hot chocolate, coffee, whiskey...?” He raised an eyebrow playfully, but you could see the genuine concern in his eyes as he looked you over. “You look like you’ve had a rough time of it.”

You rubbed your arms, trying to warm up faster. “Hot chocolate sounds good. I think I’ve had enough coffee for today.”

Eddie grinned and headed toward the small kitchen area. “Coming right up. You’re lucky you showed up. I was just about to settle in for some much needed peace and quiet.”

You sank onto the couch, letting out a deep sigh of relief as the warmth from the trailer began to seep into your bones. Eddie had always had a way of making everything feel like it was going to be okay, even when things were chaotic.

You glanced around at the familiar clutter in his trailer band posters on the walls, tools strewn across the table, a guitar leaning against the couch. It was Eddie’s world, still the same as it had been when you were kids.

Eddie returned with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, handing you one before sitting down beside you. The tension in the room wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was noticeable. You hadn’t seen much of Eddie since high school, and the distance between you two had grown in those years. Back then, after that ridiculous “seven minutes in heaven” dare, you’d stayed friends. But adulthood had a way of pulling people apart, and somewhere along the way, you’d both gotten busy with life responsibilities, jobs, the everyday grind.

Still, every now and then, Eddie would swing by the diner where you worked. He’d always come in for coffee, sit at the counter, and shoot the breeze with you. Sometimes, it felt like nothing had changed, and other times, it was like there was a lifetime between the two of you.

“So, how’s the diner these days?” Eddie asked, settling back into the couch with his own mug. “Still slinging coffee and making tips off the morning rush?”

You laughed, though it wasn’t a happy sound. “Yeah, pretty much. Same old grind. It’s not glamorous, but it pays the bills. At least I don’t have to wear a uniform or anything. I just throw on my apron and pretend like I have my life together.”

Eddie chuckled, shaking his head. “Sounds like a *dream* job.” His eyes sparkled with that mischievous glint you remembered. “What about you? Still fixing up that bike of yours? I thought for sure you’d be a full-time mechanic by now, with all that grease under your nails.”

You could tell he was teasing, but there was a quiet pride in his voice too. Eddie had always been someone who preferred hands-on work—wrenching on cars, fixing up old engines, that kind of thing. These days, though, he wasn’t quite the mechanic he’d hoped to be. He was still shadowing an older guy at the shop, learning the ropes.

“Nah, not yet. I’m still learning the ropes,” Eddie said, running a hand through his unruly hair. “I’m just the guy who gets handed all the crap work right now—changing oil, fixing brakes, things like that. But I like it. I can actually see progress when I finish a job. It’s better than just standing around, y’know?”

You smiled, appreciating the way Eddie spoke about his work. There was a certain quiet satisfaction there, a grounded sense of purpose that hadn’t been there when he was younger, just throwing himself into whatever came next. “You’ll get there. Just takes time.”

Eddie’s gaze softened a little as he looked at you. “Yeah, maybe. Anyway, what about you? You still trying to figure out your next move?”

You sighed, pulling your legs up underneath you on the couch. “I don’t know. Some days, it feels like I’m stuck. Like... I’m just going through the motions. Not sure if I want to be stuck serving coffee and pancakes for the next twenty years.”

Eddie leaned forward, his eyes locking with yours. “I get it. Life’s been... a little overwhelming, huh?” He reached out and tapped the edge of your mug, making it clink gently against the table. “But you’re still here, sweetheart. You’re making it work.”

You chuckled softly at the nickname, something so familiar about it despite the years that had passed since you last heard it. “Yeah, I guess I am. Just wish I knew what comes next.”

Eddie’s expression softened, and for a moment, you could see the old Eddie, the one who used to make everything feel a little less complicated. “You’ll figure it out. And, hey, you’re always welcome here if you need to get away for a bit.”

You smiled, feeling a warm glow spread through you that had nothing to do with the heat from the chocolate. “Thanks, Eddie. I needed this.”

He shrugged, grinning. “Anytime, sweetheart. You know that.”

For a moment, the conversation faded into the background as you both sat there, comfortable in the silence. But then, without warning, a thought crossed your mind. A memory. A teasing remark you’d made earlier, years ago, about that ridiculous dare in ninth grade.

You turned to Eddie with a sly smile. “Hey, do you remember that stupid ‘seven minutes in heaven’ dare we did at the sleepover?”

Eddie smirked, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I remember. You and me, stuck in a closet together while everyone else was out there doing... whatever they were doing.” He leaned back on the couch, eyes narrowing with playful intent. “You know, I think I was the one who got *stuck* with the lousy kisser.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Oh, no. That was *definitely* you. I was trying to keep it together, but you... You practically headbutted me.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “I’ll have you know, I was just... *testing* the waters. You, sweetheart, were just too nervous to make it anything more than awkward.”

You leaned in a little closer, giving him a teasing look. “I don’t know. Maybe you just weren’t that good. We were young, but maybe... maybe you still *haven’t* figured it out.”

Eddie chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “Is that a challenge?”

Without answering, you set your mug down on the coffee table, your gaze lingering on his lips. The space between you suddenly felt charged with something old, something that had always been there, buried beneath years of silence. Eddie didn’t move at first, but when he did, it was slow, his hand gently cupping the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

And then, finally, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was nothing like the awkward, clumsy thing it had been all those years ago. This time, it was soft, sure, and full of a warmth that had nothing to do with the heat in the room. Eddie kissed you slowly, as if testing the waters, his lips lingering against yours until you kissed him back with the same intensity.

When you pulled back, breathless, there was a moment of silence. Eddie’s gaze held yours, his hand still lingering gently at your cheek, thumb grazing your skin like he was afraid if he moved, the moment would disappear. He opened his mouth as if to say something but hesitated. You could see the emotions shifting in his eyes—the hesitance, the vulnerability, and something else, a softness that felt too delicate to name.

You were the first to break the silence, your voice barely more than a whisper. “That....wasn’t terrible.”

A flicker of his old grin returned, though this time it seemed tempered by something more real. “Glad I passed,” he murmured, voice low, his hand finally slipping down from your cheek to hold yours instead, his fingers lacing with yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He squeezed your hand, and you couldn’t help but feel the warmth radiate through you, driving away the last traces of the cold that had followed you inside. In his presence, with his fingers intertwined with yours, the trailer felt like the safest place you’d been in a long time.

“I’ve missed this,” you said softly, surprising yourself with the confession. The years you’d spent drifting in and out of each other’s lives had left a hollow spot you’d learned to ignore. But being here now, with him, made you realize how much you’d missed him.

Eddie’s expression softened, and he nodded, as if he’d been feeling the same thing. “I know,” he replied, a trace of sadness in his voice. “Sometimes, I’d sit at that counter at the diner, watching you work, wondering why the hell we let ourselves drift apart.” His eyes searched yours, open and earnest. “But... maybe it’s not too late, sweetheart.”

You felt a warmth bloom in your chest at his words, both soothing and startling in their honesty. Your heart raced as you realized he’d been thinking about this as much as you had—about those years, those lost moments, the quiet longing that you’d buried somewhere deep. But now, that longing felt closer, tangible.

“What are you saying, Eddie?” you asked, barely able to get the words out, afraid of breaking the fragile hope between you.

He took a breath, the smile slipping as he looked at you with a seriousness you’d rarely seen from him. “I guess I’m saying... I don’t want to be just the guy who stops by the diner once in a while. Not anymore.” He paused, his hand tightening around yours. “I want to be... there for you. Not just tonight, but when you’re tired from work, when the heater’s out, when... you’re trying to figure out what comes next.”

You swallowed, his words filling the spaces you hadn’t realized were so empty. No one had ever offered you that before this quiet, steady presence, a promise that didn’t need to be flashy or grand but was everything you needed.

“So” you said, voice wavering a bit, “you’re saying you want to be my heating repairman and my taste-tester for bad coffee?”

Eddie chuckled, the sound rumbling through the cozy silence between you. “Yeah, Y/N that’s exactly what I’m saying,” he replied, his tone playful but his eyes intent. “And maybe... maybe we can figure out the rest together. If that’s something you’d want.”

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face that you couldn’t contain. “I think I’d like that,” you whispered, leaning closer again, letting your forehead rest against his. “I’d really like that, Eddie.”

For a moment, you stayed like that, your breaths mingling in the quiet, the world outside forgotten as the warmth between you grew. Finally, you lifted your head, meeting his gaze with a glint of mischief.

“And for the record,” you said, grinning, “I take back what I said about your kissing skills. They’ve... definitely improved.”

Eddie laughed, pulling you close, his arms wrapping around you in an embrace that felt like home. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he whispered, and his lips found yours once more, filling the cold night with a warmth that stayed long after the snow stopped falling.

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[earthlyangelbby]

Truth or Dare

Part 1

4.7k words

CW: lots of flirting/tension, college!Eddie, roomate!Eddie, kissing, fingering, orgasming, premature orgasm, tickling

Summary: After being treated to pizza, wine coolers, and The Princess Bride by Eddie as an attempt to cheer you up after your breakup. You boldly ask to play truth or dare. Silly dares turn into more intense encounters as Eddie and you explore what all the tension is about.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, his signature grin flickering to life at your mischievous tone. “This is your night, sweetheart. What rules are we playing with?”

You tilted your head, a spark of confidence lighting up your expression. “Truth or dare. But—” you paused, smirking, “Nothing illegal, and we each get one skip.”

Eddie leaned back against the headboard, taking a swig of his wine cooler like he was settling in for the main event. “Alright, but don’t blame me when you regret making this deal.”

You rolled your eyes, already feeling lighter from the night’s laughter. “You’re stalling. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he answered immediately, the challenge clear in his tone.

You leaned forward, considering him for a moment. “Okay, I dare you to... do your best impression of Westley’s ‘As You Wish’ without sounding like an idiot.”

Eddie sat up dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “I've so got this.” He cleared his throat, adopting an exaggerated posh accent. “As... you... wish,” he said, drawing out each word like he was auditioning for a soap opera.

You burst out laughing, clutching your sides. “Oh my God, that was terrible! Westley would be horrified.”

Eddie grinned, unbothered. “You didn’t say it had to be good. Alright, your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you said, settling back into your pillow.

He tapped his chin, clearly debating. “Alright. Be honest when was the exact moment you realized you were too good for Brian?”

Your smile faded briefly, but it wasn’t pain that lingered—it was relief. “Probably when he started canceling plans to meet halfway without a real excuse,” you admitted. “I think I was just holding on to the idea of what we used to be, not what we were.”

Eddie nodded, his gaze steady. “Good answer. And hey, for what it’s worth, he was never on your level anyway.”

“Flattery won’t save you from my next dare,” you shot back, though a small smile tugged at your lips. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he said without hesitation.

You grinned. “I dare you to serenade me with the cheesiest love song you can think of. Right now.”

Eddie groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You’re evil, you know that?”

“You asked for this!” you teased, pulling a pillow into your lap.

After a moment of thought, Eddie sat up, cleared his throat, and launched into an off-key rendition of I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston, complete with exaggerated hand gestures and dramatic flourishes. His voice cracked on the high notes, and you were doubled over laughing before he even hit the chorus.

“You’re insane,” you managed between giggles.

“And yet,” he said, flopping back onto the bed, “you’re loving every second of it.”

“Fine, maybe I am,” you admitted, wiping tears of laughter from your eyes. “Okay, your turn.”

“Truth or dare?” he asked, smirking.

“Dare,” you challenged, sitting up straighter.

“Alright, this one is a challenge. Time for the happy dance!” He bolts up.

“You’re so on!” You both get up and do the silliest dances you can think of. Sticking your tongues out, twisting your hips, and doing peace signs, you dance until you both get a little tired. Eddie grabs you, pulling you close and into a sway-like dance. He’s panting from laughing and dancing. “You so win princess buttercup.” He says with a wink and a grin.

“Oh, dread pirate Roberts, thank you for saving me from being so sad with your excellent dance skills!” you snort a real genuine laugh, throwing your head back. He spins you around and bows. He had a way of making everything fun. Both of you make your way back to your bed. You smile, sighing out a breath. “Arg, truth or dare, dread pirate?”

Eddie balances himself on his hands and shakes his hair back before looking at you. “Let’s do a truth this time, buttercup.”

“Have you ever been in love before?” you looked at him so intently searching for the feeling on his face.

Eddie looked off to the side blinking a few times before meeting your gaze. “Yeah. Or at least I think I was. There was a girl who I had an amazing summer with, but she wasn’t from Hawkings, and she went back home. She wanted me to follow her, but I couldn't because too much shit was going on and I didn’t have the money, so we fought over the phone, and that was that.” Eddie sat up crisscrossed in front of you.

Your expression softened, and you touched his hands. “I had no idea, Eddie. I’m so sorry.”

A smile tugged the corner of his lips and he turned his hand over to cup yours. “Sweetheart, that happened years ago. I don't dwell on it anymore. Now truth or dare?”

Your thumb rubbed against his hand absently. “I think I’ll go dare this time Eddie.”

“I dare you to tell me something that you have never told anyone else before.”

Your cheeks tingle in embarrassment. “Okay, but you have to close your eyes, and I’ll whisper it to you.”

A wide grin formed on his face and his eyes lit up. “Oh sweetheart this must be good. I’ll close my eyes I promise.” his eyes squeezed shut.

You shuffled on your knees, leaned over to his ear, and whispered, “While I was at summer camp when I was 15, I wrote these ridiculous, sexy love confessions to my counselor and left them in his bunk secretly. I know they were found because word spreads fast at summer camp. The girl counselors swore it was this one girl counselor and then she was fired because it was so inappropriate. I was so mortified that all the counselors and the camp owner read it. I couldn’t admit to it and you’re the only person besides me that knows the truth.” You leaned back sitting in front of him.

Eddie's mouth is hung open, and their eyes are wide, “Oh my god, your horniness got someone fired. Sweetheart that’s crazy! I have to know what it said.”

“No way Eddie! I can’t say that right now!” you pushed at him. “Now your turn. Truth or dare Munson?”

His eyes narrowed, and he leaned in close to your face. “Dare me.”

You smirked, feeling bold. “Alright, Eddie. I dare you to put on my red shorts and walk out wearing just that. They’re in the top right of my closet.”

Eddie’s eyes widened, then narrowed with playful defiance. “Your shorts? The ones that are basically a crime against fabric?”

“That’s the dare. Take it or skip it. You get one skip.” you challenged, crossing your arms.

“As you wish sweetheart,” he said, sauntering toward your closet, “you have no idea what you just started.” he huffed.

He disappeared behind the door, and you could hear the rustling of fabric, followed by a few exaggerated grunts and muttered curses. “These are tiny! I feel like I’m in a speedo!” he yelled.

Eddie emerged from the closet wearing your red running shorts, and the sight nearly knocked you off the bed. You'd seen him shirtless but now you're really looking. His body is covered in tattoos. The shorts were comically tight, the hem barely reaching the tops of his thighs, and the bold color made the entire situation even more absurd. He strutted out like he was on a catwalk, hands on his hips and a cheeky grin plastered across his face.

“Is it all you ever imagined?” " he quipped, twirling for effect.

Your eyes go immediately to his bulge, clutching a pillow to your chest as you try to seem like you aren't staring. You attempt to cover your intrigue with a giggle. “Wow. I mean, Oh my God, Eddie. You look like a camp counselor!” you teased.

“Yeah I heard you like those.” he teased back.

Your heart was pounding a mix of embarrassment and excitement. “I was just saying since those are mine from camp. I was a counselor for a couple of summers.” You stammered around it but seeing him like this made you flustered.

But you can’t help it; you eye him up and down, covering the bottom half of your face with your pillow. That would make him not notice you noticing him right?

Eddie smirked, clearly loving the attention. “Alright, you’ve had your fun. Now it’s your turn.” His grin turned wicked. “I dare you to put on that red lace lingerie in your closet and keep it on for the game.”

Instantly your smile faded, replaced by a stunned look. “What? No way.”

“Fair’s fair, sweetheart. I mean you can always pass,” he said, folding his arms over his chest. “You dared me into these bad boys,” he gestured at the shorts, “and I’m keeping them on. So you have to do the same.”

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, standing and grabbing the hanger from the closet. “You better not laugh.”

“Scout’s honor,” he said, holding up three fingers. But the mischievous glint in his eyes suggested otherwise.

A few minutes later, you stepped out in the red lace lingerie, your arms instinctively wrapping around yourself. The set was elegant but undeniably sexy, with all delicate straps and sheer panels. It hugged you in your hips and under your bust. You felt completely exposed but were determined not to let Eddie see you squirm.

His reaction was immediate. The smug grin on his face faded, replaced by wide eyes and a rare moment of silence. He blinked, his gaze flickering between your face and the lingerie. “Woah,” he finally muttered, his voice lower than before. “You look… a-amazing.”

Your cheeks burned, but you rolled your eyes to hide your nerves. “You’re just saying that because you dared me, Eds.”

“No, not even close,” he said, his grin slowly returning. “But I think I won.”

You sat back down on the bed, crossing your legs and pretending like this was totally normal. “Alright, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Eddie said immediately, still grinning.

You tilted your head, thinking. “I dare you to go outside and do a lap around the house in those shorts.”

He laughed, leaning back against the headboard. “Nice try, but you’re not getting rid of me that easily. Pass.”

“Coward,” you teased.

“Call it what you want,” he said with a shrug. “Your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you said, keeping your arms crossed tightly over your chest.

He tapped his chin, clearly savoring the moment. “Why’d you agree to wear that? Was it just to win the dare, or… something else?”

You hesitated, biting your lip. The room felt warmer all of a sudden, the air heavier. “Maybe… a little bit of both,” you admitted, your voice quieter than you’d intended.

His grin softened into something warmer, his eyes lingering on yours. “Fair enough.”

Wanting the air to find its way back into your lungs, you inhale and sigh out, “Uh alright….truth or dare”? Your voice is higher than you meant.

Eddie pursed his lips and looked around making it seem like he really thought about it.

“Give me a dare.”

“mmmh- uhh, okay I dare you to go through the process of kissing me without act-”

He interrupts with a big grin, “I got ya, sweetheart.”

Eddie slowly leaned in cupping your face and pushing your hair behind your ear, his gaze never leaving yours, his lips just inches from yours. You could feel the heat from his breath hitting your lips. Which made them feel tingly.

The room seemed to hold its breath as you felt the heat between you intensify, the playful atmosphere shifting into something else entirely. The way his presence made your heart race a little faster, the moment stretched in anticipation.

“Just so you know, I'm a real good kisser,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your breath caught in your throat as his lips brushed so lightly against yours, just a ghost of a touch. It was enough to send a shiver down your spine, and suddenly, all the teasing felt real, too real.

For a moment, time seemed to stop. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you couldn’t decide whether to pull away or lean in closer. His eyes were soft now, and there was something in them, a quiet sincerity mixed with that signature teasing streak, but it was enough to make your pulse spike.

You both stayed there, close enough to feel the heat, but just out of reach. "Eddie..." you whispered, your voice shaking just a little.

He smiled, a little too knowingly, and pulled back and kissed your forehead, his gaze soft but still playful. "Your turn, sweetheart," he said, voice almost too smooth, leaving you breathless and your heart still pounding in your chest.

The air between you was different now, charged with a deeper tension. “Dare!” it came out fast. Your heart beats out of your chest.

Eddie clapped his hands together with a devilish grin, his laughter filling the room. "Here's the dare," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Let me trace my fingers wherever I want, and you have to stay still. I'll stop the moment you say you can't handle it anymore. Sound fair?"

Your eyebrows shot up, heat rushing to your cheeks. "W-wherever you want?" you stammered, your voice faltering under the weight of his gaze. “That's... a bit much, don't you think?"

He tilted his head, his smirk deepening. "Only if you overthink it," he said with a wink. "What's the matter? Scared you can't handle a little tickling?"

You huffed out a breath, pushing down the nervous flutter in your chest. Feeling emboldened, you crossed your arms. "I'm not scared of being tickled, Eddie. Do your worst."

His grin widened, his brown eyes glinting with mischief. He leaned forward, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face with the gentlest touch.

"Good," he murmured. "Just lay back for me. Close your eyes and trust me."

You lay back hesitantly, but his steady presence made you feel safer than you'd expected. When his fingers glide lightly over your collarbones, an involuntary shiver rippled through you. The sensation was electric, subtle, and far more intense than you'd

anticipated.

"Reacting already?” Eddie said, his voice low and amused.

You twitched slightly, unable to suppress your body's reaction, but you bit back a reply. His fingers moved deliberately, trailing up the sides of your neck and across your shoulders. The touch was maddeningly light, and every nerve seemed to awaken under his hands.

"You're holding up better than I thought," he mused, his tone a mixture of teasing and admiration. "But how much more can you take this? Getting to be too much, sweetheart?"

You scoffed, tilting your chin defiantly. "I can handle it," you said, though your voice betrayed the slightest tremor. His grin turned almost predatory as his fingers drifted down your arms, tracing the delicate lines of your wrist and elbow. The strokes were slow and deliberate, lulling and igniting you at the same time. When your eyes fluttered open, you caught him watching you, his expression softer but still filled with an intense focus. "Most people would've given up by now,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I think you actually like it."

Your throat tightened, and you

swallowed hard, your words catching in your throat. "You're not... done yet, are you?"

He didn't answer right away. Instead, he shifted closer, lying on his side as his hand rested lightly on your ribs. "Not if you don't want me to be," he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of challenge.

The words left your lips before you could stop them. "I don't want you to stop," you admitted, your gaze locking with his. "I dare you to keep going."

"As you wish sweetheart," Eddie murmured, his grin deepening. His fingers continued their exploration, tracing down your ribs to your stomach. The touches were light, deliberate, and agonizingly slow, stopping just above the waistband of your panties before gliding back up. A soft moan escaped you, unbidden, and your body reacted instinctively, your breath hitching as your nipples hardened against the fabric of your bra. "I knew you liked it," he teased, his voice laced with triumph.

His fingers traveled lower, ghosting along the curve of your hips, down your thighs, and slowly inwards. The teasing lightness of his touch made your body jerk involuntarily, the tension building with every motion. His fingers brushed faintly over your mound, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips, and he stilled for a moment, his gaze meeting yours again.

"I don't want to rush this," he said, his voice husky and filled with want. "I'm going to kiss you now. Is that okay?"

Your heart raced as you nodded, your voice coming out in a desperate whisper. "Please."

He leaned in, studying your face as if committing every detail to memory. His hand cupped your jaw, his thumb tracing gentle circles against your skin as he closed the gap between you. Eddie’s lips brushed against yours, his kiss soft but deliberate, testing your response. His hand moved slowly, tracing the curve of your waist, and the sensation sent a shiver through you. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting against yours as his dark eyes searched your face.

He is a good kisser.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice steady but hinting with something vulnerable, like he needed to hear your answer.

You nodded, your breath catching as his thumb brushed a slow circle against your hip. “I’m fine,” you murmured, though your voice wavered slightly. “Better than fine.”

His grin returned, small but genuine, and his hand resumed its gentle exploration

His lips met yours in a kiss that was wild and unrestrained, a sharp contrast to the gentleness of his touch earlier. The taste of him-faintly sweet from the wine coolers with a lingering hint of smoke-flooded your senses. His tongue brushed against yours, and you welcomed it, your breaths mingling as the kiss deepened. His other hand continued its slow exploration, tracing along the seam of your panties and then up your abdomen, skimming the edge of your bra. You break the kiss for a moment, voice sultry "Are you trying to drive me crazy?" you tease, your eyes dancing with mischief. He smirks, the corner of his mouth curving upward, his breath warm against your skin.

"I'll take that as a compliment," he replies, that same playful glint in his eyes. You can feel the heat radiating between you, igniting a fire that is impossible to ignore.

He leans in again, capturing your lips with his, the kiss pulling you deeper into the moment. Your hands find their way to his hair, fingers tangling as you pull him closer, wanting to lose yourself in him entirely.

Slowly, he pulls back, his gaze searching yours, a mix of desire and tenderness shining through. "Tell me what you want," he murmurs, his voice low and inviting. You can feel your heart racing, anticipation and excitement swirling within you as you consider how to respond.

“I want you Eddie,” you whisper. His eyes widen slightly at your boldness and he grins down at you.

He laughs not at you directly but at how suddenly shy you have gotten. “I want you too. I really do. Just tell me if you want to stop at any point. Alright, sweetheart?”

You nod up at him looking into his eyes. “Mmhmm.” Your heart raced. His words, “I want to feel everything, Eddie.” You brushed your fingers against his cheek, feeling the stubble beneath your fingertips. “I want to feel you.”

Eddie‘s expression shifted, the teasing glint in his 5 fingers are now more firm, rubbing circles at your opening through the fabric. “Tell me what you want or I’ll stop,” he murmured

“Take them off. I wanna feel you!” you cried out. He grabbed the hem on each side and pulled them off of you much less gently than with your bra. Returning his fingers to your slit and finding your sensitive clit. With his other hand working at your opening. He pushed two fingers into you. It felt so good to finally have his hands on you like this. He worked his fingers nice and slow while his other hand focused on your clit. Your body reacted with little jerks.

“Like that? Is that what you wanted? Is that what you like?” he grunted out.

You breathed out little whimpers and moans, trying to find words to say back to him, and finally, you stuttered out. “Yes! Just like that” you arched and tightened.

“God you're so tight around my fingers”

He curled his fingers inside you and found the spot. He pressed into it and rubbed circles on your clit. The static inside you was growing even more. “I like the way your body jerks under my touch.” Eddie leaned down in between your legs and started licking swipes on your clit. His fingers pumped into you slow and deep. The static is all-consuming in your body. You can feel it even down in your toes.

“You’re so good” is all you can say.

Eddie's pace quickened at your words, his fingers moving in perfect rhythm with the static building in you. He looked up for a moment, locking eyes with you as if he wanted to drink in every detail of your pleasure. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured against your skin, the vibration sending another shiver down your spine. “Let it go.”

Your body was already responding, the pressure coiling tighter within you as you held onto the sheets. “Let it happen,” he encouraged, his eyes dark and full of desire as he worked you through your climax. You cried out, the sound of your voice mixing with his groans of appreciation as your body seized and tightened around his fingers. Stars exploded behind your eyelids, and the world around you melted away.

As Eddie continued to work his fingers inside you, the warmth and wetness enveloped him. It sparked something deep within him it was a mix of desire and pleasure that was almost overwhelming. Your body responded to his every movement, tightening around his fingers as the waves of your high pulsed, and it ignited a fire inside him that he hadn’t anticipated. “Eddie! Feels so good Eddieee. You're so good! Please don’t stop” you begged.

“Oh, God,” he breathed, his voice strained with effort. “You’re so—so tight.” The way you surrendered to pleasure was intoxicating, and the sight of your bliss brought him dangerously close to the edge of his control.

When your body began to tremble and your breath hitched, Eddie felt the pressure coiling within him, nearly overwhelming as your walls clenched around his fingers. “Please. Please, don’t stop,” you gasped, driving him wild with need.

“I won't,” he gasped out, his heart racing. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your skin, savoring every second of this moment as his fingers continued finally finding the perfect rhythm. But the combination of your moans and the way you tightened around him was becoming too much.

“I’m cumming! Oh god! Eddie I’m-“ you broke off into moans grinding back down onto his fingers, he felt it…the wave of pleasure crashing over you, and in the tide of your release, he lost control too.

“Oh, shit,” Eddie gasped, his own body responding involuntarily. A pulse of heat shot through him, and he felt himself teetering dangerously close to the edge. He was still seated between your legs, his fingers buried deep inside you, and the sensations were so intense that he couldn’t hold back. Without warning, he found himself succumbing as waves of pleasure washed over him too.

His fingers stilled inside you, but the sensation of your body still clenching around him sent shockwaves of pleasure cascading through him. “Oh, damn it!” he exclaimed, the pleasure mingling with surprise as he felt himself spill over, his body trembling from the intensity of it all.

You opened your eyes wide, your high fading momentarily as Eddie’s reaction hit you. “Eddie?!”

He cursed under his breath, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and lingering bliss. “I—I didn’t mean to! You just felt so good, and…”

“Did seeing me really make you?” You cut him off, intrigued.

He met your eyes with a soft smile, “Honestly? Yeah,” Eddie said, voice low and sincere. “Seeing you like that, feeling you, hearing you… it was something else.”

“I- just haven't ever really felt like I was sexy like that. Like the type of sexy to make a guy cum without touching him. That’s like reserved for ultra ethereal beauties.” Your cheeks burned.

Eddie leans in slightly, “Well, maybe I think you’re an ultra ethereal beauty.”

You chuckled, the warmth of his compliment mixing with your lingering embarrassment. “I honestly didn't expect any of this but I'm glad it happened”

Eddie ran a hand through his hair, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Believe me, I definitely didn’t expect this to happen. I mean, I’ve been trying not to trip over my words around you for months, and here I am, making a spectacle of myself.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his candidness. “At least I wasn’t the only one surprised then. It’s kind of funny, honestly. We’ve been roommates for a year, and I didn’t think we’d ever cross this line.”

He leaned back, slightly bashful, and you could see that familiar pink hue still lingering on his cheeks. “Yeah, but seriously, that was… wow. I didn’t know just looking at you could do that. There’s definitely something about you.”

With a teasing roll of your eyes, you nudged him playfully. “Well, I guess all those times I walked around in my pajamas and you casually told me I looked nice. I guess that wasn’t just roommate kindness, huh?”

Eddie laughed, shaking his head. “Okay, you caught me. I might have had more than a few moments where I thought, ‘Wow, my roommate is hot.’ But I didn’t want to make things weird. I mean you had a boyfriend.”

Your heart fluttered at his admission. “Wait, so you actually think I’m cute?”

“Cute? You’re more than cute. You’re absolutely captivating,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “And honestly, after tonight, I kind of want to see where this goes beyond just being roommates.”

Your heart raced at his words, and you sensed the tension between you shifting into something softer yet full of potential. “You really mean that?”

“Yeah, I do,” he confessed, his gaze steady on yours. “I’d love to take you out on a proper date. We can still have all the fun we just had, trust me I had lots of fun. I learned a lot about you. But I wanna know more.”

You felt a rush of warmth inside, excitement bubbling as you processed his offer. “That sounds… amazing. I’d really like that.”

Eddie smiled back, relief evident on his face. “Good. Because I’m still kind of embarrassed about everything, but I’m really happy it happened.”

“Same,” you admitted, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “I didn’t think I could feel that way, let alone with you, of all people.”

“Yeah? It feels kind of unreal, doesn’t it?” He laughed softly, the tension easing as you both began to gather your clothes. “But I’m glad it happened. Just… wow.”

As you both started to clean up, playful banter filled the air between you, your laughter echoing around the room while you both recounted some of the sillier dares and the ones that shook you to your cores. Once you finished freshening up and were back in cozy pajamas.

Eddie grabbed at your hand pulling you into his room and you followed without question. “Since we kinda messed up all of your sheets, do you wanna sleep in my room with me? We can plan that date out before we fall asleep,” Eddie looked down at you sweetly.

Your heart felt fuzzy. “I'd love too Eddie”

You both slipped under the blankets. Eddie laid on his back and lifted his arm up inviting you to cuddle. You shuffled over to him and laid your head on his chest. As he ran his fingers through your hair he whispered

“I thought about our date and I want to take you to the Planetarium?” His heart beating out of his chest.

“That sounds perfect Eddie” you could hear his heart steady. “Goodnight”

“Goodnight buttercup,” Eddie murmured.

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[earthlyangelbby]

I think my roommate cares more about me than my boyfriend ever did.

Sfw for now. The next one will not be. MDNI 18+

Cw: mentions of a break up, roommate!Eddie, College!Eddie, Eddie comforts you, Usage of weed and alcohol.

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The landline phone on the kitchen counter rang, its sharp tone pulling you from your thoughts as you struggled to focus on the mountain of homework in front of you. The red numbers on the clock read 8:45 p.m., and you had a sinking feeling it was your mom. You and Brian had been trying to make the long-distance thing work for a while now, but recently, the calls from him had been fewer, and his letters, the ones that used to come weekly, were starting come in more like monthly. Something had been off for a while, but hearing this was like a punch to the gut.

"Hello?" you answered, your voice betraying the exhaustion that had been slowly building up for days.

"Honey," your mom's voice came through the receiver, calm but laced with concern. "I just saw Brian in town with another girl. They were kissing. Holding hands. Everything. He wasn’t even trying to hide it."

Your stomach dropped. The rest of her words blurred as your mind scrambled to process what she had just said. Sure, you’d noticed the late-night calls growing sparse, the missed visits, and the feeling that he was becoming more and more distant. But this? This was something else entirely.

"Are you sure?" you whispered, though you already knew the answer, deep down.

"I wish I wasn’t, honey," she said softly. "But I had to tell you."

Your fingers tightened around the phone, your chest tightening not from heartbreak, but from the realization that someone you had trusted so much had been hiding something from you. It wasn’t even about losing him anymore. It was the disrespect.

"Okay," you said quietly, your voice almost too small to hear.

You didn’t even notice Eddie walking into the room until his hand brushed your shoulder lightly, a soft, comforting gesture. You had left your door open. The world felt strangely muted, your mind still reeling from the conversation. He noticed your face was flushed and eyes teary.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle as he slid onto the bed beside you.

This wasn't out of the ordinary. You and Eddie had a roomie rule: If the door is open you're welcome in. This just helped you not isolate yourselves. Sometimes you want to sit in bed. It also didn't help that he heard your voice crack when your mom told you.

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you handed him the phone, still gripping it like it was the only thing holding you together. Eddie took it without question, speaking briefly to your mom, assuring her that you were fine and didn’t need any more details. When he hung up, he turned back to you, his usual teasing grin replaced with something softer, more protective.

"Don't be broken over him. You're not, are you?" he asked, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You shook your head, swallowing down the hurt. "Not him. Just… who the fuck cheats instead of breaking up? It’s like he couldn’t even give me that much respect."

Eddie paused for a moment, studying you. Then, that familiar grin spread across his face, though it was softer now, almost tender. "You know what I think? This is your wake-up call. The trash took itself out, sweetheart."

A small laugh bubbled up despite yourself. "God, you’re terrible."

"And yet you’re smiling," he quipped, his grin only widening. "You’re better off, Darling. And you know it."

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The next few days felt like a blur. You buried yourself in your homework, but your mind constantly drifted back to Brian and what had happened. You weren’t relieved, and you definitely weren’t just sad. There was a deeper, more complex feeling that lingered in the aftermath of what Brian had done. Being cheated on wasn’t just about losing him. It was about the crushing realization that someone you trusted had shattered the very foundation of the memories you'd built together. The things you thought were special now felt tainted, like they never really meant what you believed they did.

You spent the next few days sulking. The betrayal was more than just an ending. It was a reminder that you weren’t worth enough for him to just tell you the truth, to have the decency to break up with you before he started something new. You felt the weight of that. The sense that he’d never even given you the chance to move on gracefully, to let go before he had already moved on himself.

It made you feel… ugly. Not in the literal sense, but in a way that went deeper. It was the kind of ugly that went beyond physical appearance, rooted in the emotional messiness that crept in when someone you cared about treated you like you didn’t matter. The time and energy you’d spent on him...on waiting for those calls, for that attention, it felt like a waste. You could have been doing so many other things, meeting new people, finding someone who would appreciate you for who you were. Flirting back with your roommate. Instead, you spent it waiting for a boy who didn’t even have the decency to respect you enough to say goodbye.

The thought that all those months, hell, maybe even years that had been wasted on someone who didn’t see your value made the hurt ache even more. There were guys in college, guys who could have been better, who were probably waiting for a girl like you. But you were here, tangled in a past relationship that wasn’t even worthy of you.

The quiet frustration and disappointment gnawed at you. And no matter how much you tried to distract yourself, the feelings wouldn’t let go. Brian had taken more than just your trust. He’d taken a part of you. Something that felt like it might never come back.

Eddie, however, didn’t give you space to sulk for long. He checked in, just enough to let you know that he was there without pushing you too hard. When he noticed the melancholy hanging around you, he showed up at your door, a pizza box in one hand, a six-pack of something sweet in the other, and your favorite movie The Princess Bride, determined to break through your self-imposed isolation.

You didn’t feel like laughing, and you didn’t want to feel better, but somewhere deep down, you also didn’t want to keep spiraling. Eddie’s presence felt like a small thread that might pull you back to something lighter, something that wasn’t so tangled in disappointment.

He never pressed you to talk about it. He just let you be, and in his quiet way, he managed to give you the comfort you needed. A movie, a shared pizza, and him just being there. It didn’t fix anything, but it was enough to make you feel like maybe, just maybe, you weren’t entirely alone in all of this.

Minutes later, you found yourself curled up on your bed with Eddie, a slice of pizza in hand and a bottle of something too sweet but just right for the moment. The comfort of his presence started to chip away at the sadness, the heaviness you’d been carrying around. Slowly, you began to relax, and the sounds of laughter, both from the movie and from Eddie’s constant, hilarious commentary, filled the room.

Halfway through the movie, Eddie leaned in close, that mischievous spark back in his eyes. "You know what this needs?" He pulled a crumpled baggie and rolling paper from his pocket, holding them up like a prize.

“Seriously?” you asked, laughing despite yourself.

“Absolutely,” he said, grinning. "I’m just saying, Buttercup and Westley’s love is even more epic with a little help. But only if you’re in."

You hesitated, then shrugged. "Why not? Worst-case scenario, I get hungry again."

“That’s my girl," he said, a grin spreading across his face as he expertly rolled the joint.

The first puff made you cough, and Eddie laughed so hard he nearly dropped the joint. "Oh, sweetheart, you’re adorable. Rookie mistake."

As the high settled in, the tension in your chest loosened. The movie was now ten times funnier. Who thought it could be possible? Every line had you both in stitches, and Eddie’s constant commentary didn’t help.

"Fezzik’s totally the real hero here, no doubt," he said, grinning. "The guy’s got heart, muscle, and a sense of humor. You can’t beat that."

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, snorting as you passed the joint back to him.

“Ridiculously charming,” he corrected, winking. “Don’t pretend you’re not impressed.”

By the time the credits rolled, you were sprawled against him, pizza crumbs on the blanket, your cheeks aching from laughing so hard. You glanced up at him, and for the first time in days, you felt a warmth spread through you not from the weed, but from the way Eddie looked at you. Like he had all the time in the world, like he was just happy to be here, making you smile.

“Thanks, Eddie,” you said softly, your voice sincere. "For this. For you."

His grin softened, and for a moment, there was a quiet sincerity in his eyes. "Anytime, sweetheart. You know that." He rested his head back against the pillow, and the world outside seemed just a little less heavy. In this moment, with Eddie by your side, it felt like maybe everything could be okay.

Everything would be okay. You're not going to sulk anymore. In fact, you may act on some feelings you've been holding down. Maybe it was the sweet drink or the weed, but you felt brave, very brave. Eddie wouldn't have done all this if he didn't at least like you a little. You'd pushed these feelings down to remain faithful to Brian. But you'd be lying if you said you'd never thought about Eddie before. He has a naturally flirty side to him.

My girl. Sweetheart. Darling.

These were things he'd call you in passing. You had hung out with Eddie around people before and he reserved those only for you.

He went out of his way multiple times to hang out with you on those nights you waited by the phone that wouldn't ring. The first couple of weekends this happened he'd go on about his own plans. But he came home too many times for comfort to you teary eyed holding the phone in your hand still waiting on it to ring.

"Oh sweetheart how many weekends are you gonna spend by a phone that won't ring? Come with me to the Hideout."

"Nope you're not doing this again. Mandatory roomie movie night."

"Heard that it's nation ice cream cone day. I'm buying and driving. Get up lets go."

These were just a few of the many excuses he made up to get you away from the phone on the weekends. You were free for the first time to act how you wanted. No reprocusions.

"Hey Eddie?" your voice soft and inquisitive.

Eddie's eyes flicked onto yours. "Yeah, sweetheart?"

"You're not um.. busy tomorrow and you don't need to go to bed soon or anything, right?"

"No, I'm not cleared out my weekend just for you. Had to get you out of this funk. Besides its still early. Only about 7 o'clock" he was checking his wrist for the time.

You nibbled at your knuckles mindlessly. You were nervous but quickly asked your question, "Do you wanna play a game?"

Eddies eyebrows raised and his smile softened "Uh yeah, absolutely. What game?"

Your nerves buzzing "Uh, I don't know just truth or dare."

To be continued..........

Part 2

[earthlyangelbby]

Names for character?

Hey people who read the things I write!!! I have a question. I'm feeling particularly in love with a girl that I am writing for Eddie. How do we feel about me giving her a name? It wouldn't be something that is a common name. Probably would sound more like a nickname. What do we think of this? Do you all prefer y/n or you stories? Would you still enjoy reading if the girl character was named? Maybe we could come up with a name together? Submit your thoughts to me pls I may write multiple chapter for them if she is named.

Girl personality description: She is a total nerd about LOTR just like Eddie. She's funny, playful, sarcastic, and a little mysterious. She has moved around a lot and has ended up in Hawkins due to all the funky conspiracy stuff making it cheap to live there. She lives with her dad but he's a truck driver and is gone a lot.

[earthlyangelbby]

My First Friend in town.

Eddie Munson fluff.

Eddie X Fem reader

Use of Y/N

Word count: 2k

He works at the video store. This is after the event Eddie survived and is working at the video store with Dustin during Dustin’s junior year. So it’s like 1988 You’re in your early 20s like Eddie.

This work doesn’t contain anything NSFW but moving forward it will so minors do not interact!

You'd just moved to town with your dad. He's a truck driver and Hawkins was a cheap option since all those conspiracy theories came about. He thought that after all the crap that went down it was unlikely the Russians would ever consider this spot again. Plus now it was swarmed with government workers or so he heard from one of the locals during a stop here. Now this place has to be home. Your dad was as good as he knew how to be to you. He left plenty of cash and even an emergency credit card for you to use during his long hauls away.

You found yourself at the local Family Video trying to find something to entertain yourself since you'd be all alone for at least a month and you're new to town.

The long haired clerk started as soon as the bell rang when you opened the door.

"Helloooo there! Welcome t-"

He pauses as he looks up from his ugly sorting pile. His eyes widened and a grin began to form. He walks out from behind the counter and is closer to you. His fast movement causes a gust of scent to find your nose. He smells like musky patchouli. And you like that it's familiar. His style is the next thing you notice. He has chains on his pants and besides that cute little company vest he's wearing all black with a design on the shirt you can't make out under the vest.

"Well I don't think I've seen you in here before... I'm Eddie I spend too much of my life here running this store."

You look at him and smile. He has the prettiest brown eyes you'd ever seen. And sweet little dimples adorn his cheeks. He is really handsome. Much better looking than the walking advertisements for the Gap that you were used to seeing.

"Yeah I'd be shocked if you'd seen me here before. I kinda just moved here. I'm Y/N"

He bows in a very silly exaggerated way. In a posh accent he says,

"Welcome to Hawkins Y/N. What a pretty name for such the fair maiden. Though I'm not sure what such a lady is doing in this shit hole of a town."

He then leans against the counter while looking at you.

You tilt your head and look at him.

"Yeeah I didn't really choose to. My dad wanted to move here because all the shit that went down made it cheaper to live here. Plus he travels so that really only affects me."

You begin to slowly make your way toward the movies. Not really wanting to continue that part of the conversation.

Eddie trails not too far behind.

"Well hey! For the best recommendations I'm available just shout"

He turns and works his way back to his pile of tapes. He dances a bit while he works. You assume it's because he gets to choose his own music at work. Not many places play Dio at 2pm on a Tuesday.

You pick out 3 movies. Misery, Arachnophbia, and The Lord of the Ring(1978 animated) and bring them to the counter.

He seems to be hyper focused on sorting these tapes. His little tongue is out and he has no clue you're right there. So you slam your choices on the counter.

He jumps and lets out a little yelp.

It makes you snicker at him. He looks so tough but gets so scared by a little slam sound.

Embarrassed he notices you finally. While holding his chest he turns around.

"Jesus Christ Sweetheart! Use your words I thought the store was crashing down around us." He says with a half way chuckle.

He leans on the counter.

"Hard to hear me when you're blasting music Mr

You search for his name tag for a reminder and flick it.

"Eddie"

He just looks like an Eddie you think to yourself.

"Listen I need some sort of entertainment. Anyway let's see the choices from the lady herself."

He picks up your stack. Flipping through them.

With an eyebrow raised he looks at you with a finger pointed at one of your selections.

"One of these things aren't like the others. Two new horror flicks and The Lord of the Rings?"

"Well since it's my first night alone at home I wanted a comfort movie. I have seen it like a million times! I know its nerdy and i really dont care what you think." You confess with a sterness near the end.

With wide eyes and his hands up.

"Listen sweetheart I wasn't judging at all. I like the movie. Its just no one ever rents it. Besides am a little shocked a girl would be into this kind of stuff is all."

In a very exaggerated huff you roll your eyes with your arms crossed.

"OH right okay so instead I should be checking out Pretty in Pink and St. Elmo's Fire?"

Eddie looks stunned at the sudden attitude.

A full out laugh came out of you when he looked so scared. He joined in on the laugh.

Eddie with a sigh of relief

"Shit I really thought I made you mad. What I meant wa-"

With a big grin you exclaimed

"Shut up I know what you meant! I stayed over at my neighbors house a lot and her teenage son was really into LOTR so I watched it when they babysat me."

He keeps getting so flustered it's so funny seeing someone react that way over you. But why is he so nervous?

"That's great I really love LOTR. Did you know it was originally a book? I actually have them all if you ever wanted to borrow them" trailing off at the end and blowing air out of his mouth.

He leans down toward the computer.

"Okie Dokie Y/N I'm gonna need some information since it's your first time at the great Family Video. Last name and home address."

While looking in your wallet with your new home address in it you read it off to Eddie

"Okay don't go stalking me now Eddie! We just met I mean I might even count you as my first friend in town."

Eddie smiles and looks back up at you

"Don't worry princess it's standard practice here to have that info in case our movies go M.I.A. and we have to track em' down.

We actually live right by each other. I live just past your house in the trailer park."

A rush of courage hits you in that moment.

"Oh yeah then why don't you drive me home after your shift? Maybe I can help with you monstrosity of tapes you got going here. Until it's time?"

Oh my God that was way too bold why in God's name would you say that!! Good job he's stunned over all the presu-

Eddie cuts you off mid thought. He motions for you to look behind you outside. It's pouring out there. Maybe you'd have noticed if the music wasn't so loud. OH but he thinks you asked on purpose. Okay not as weird now.

Eddie starts

"Well hell yeah you're offering to work for a ride home cause its raining? Yeah I can do that. Lucky for you my shift ends soon or I hope it does. The guy who usually comes in does have to walk from the school and in this weather they might be a bit late."

He finishes bagging your movies up and puts them under the counter.

"One of us has to remember to grab those on our way out."

You make your way behind the counter.

"You're a life saver! Thanks so much."

You help Eddie finish sorting and push the cart around the store while he puts the movies back in the correct spaces. The whole time the two of you have been talking nonstop. Most of it nerdy stuff and some of it flirty. It is clear he's into you.

A curly headed boy walks in completely soaked. Its been about two hours since Eddie agreed to drive you home and it's still pouring.

A very out of breath boy

"Eddie listen man it's coming down out there! Let me change into something dry and we can switch."

Before getting a reply. He rounds the corner pretty fast and runs into you. You fall back and land on your butt. He's like a deer in headlights.

Eddie yells "Woah Dustin slow your roll man. We shouldn't be knocking over ladies in here. Won't get no more of em as customers.

And helps you up. Leaving poor Dustin to get up himself.

"OH my GOD I'm so sorry ma'am I had no idea you were here."

He looks so embarrassed.

You're more concerned if he's okay and start laughing. "I'm okay! It's fine. Are you okay?"

He's cute but in like the aw a cute puppy kind of way.

The poor guy slipping and sliding up to his feet

"Yeah I'm fine. Again I'm so sorry ma'am."

He gets cut off by Eddie

"Dustin Dustin this is Y/N. She's new to town and this is gonna be her new hangout" he says with a grin

You smile at Dustin and extend your hand out to him. He grabs yours and shakes it.

"Thanks for sweeping me off my feet kid. Also enough of that ma'am nonsense!"

Eddie interjects not trying to be rude.

"Okay Henderson go get changed you're dripping all over the floor here man."

He shuffles off to get changed.

Eddie rubs his hands together and walks the empty cart back up to the front.

"Alright princess as soon as he comes back out we can get going."

You rush behind the counter to grab your movies.

"Alrighty I'm ready when you are Eddie."

A still drippy haired boy with dry clothes comes back up to the front. "Reporting for duty Sir!"

He says with a hand up to his forehead.

Eddie places his hand on his own forehead

"Private are you ready to check movies in and out to any patrons that walk through that door?"

"Sir yes sir" he says with an absolute silly grin.

Eddie pats his shoulder. "Alright man I'm out."

Eddie runs out and you wait just a second to make sure you know what car to get into. He runs toward a van parked near the front. You follow out nearly getting soaked. He jumps in and then leans over to open the door for you. You get in. It smells like pine from his little air freshener hung at the front.

Eddie starts up the van and adjusts the radio and turns the heat up. After he pulls out of the spot and begins driving.

"Really sorry it's such bad weather princess I'm usually much more of a gentleman. I actually walk around and open the van from the outside in normal weather.

This made you blush. You aren't really used to being treated like royalty. Or really just nice at all.

"Listen Eddie I just appreciate this ride home. Besides you did still open it for me."

Eddie shakes his head at you.

"Nope that didn't really count that was the least I could do for a lady like yourself. Anyways you mentioned you're gonna be home alone for a while. What if I just joined you for your movie night? I'd love to see Lord Of The Rings with someone who claims to have seen it a million times."

He's so cute but in the sexy way. He's wearing a smirk right now. How could you like someone so much after a few hours together.

"Yeah I think I'd like that Eddie." I was planning on making spaghetti tonight so I hope you're up for that."

Eddie taps the steering wheel while shaking his head up and down.

He gasps

"You mean I get to watch nerd movies and a pretty girl is gonna cook for me? I mean I don't know maybe something just came up I suddenly can't do it now." he says in a very sarcastic tone.

You laugh of course.