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Imagine dancing with Eddie and making it known that you’re both in love

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Imagine accidentally falling through the gate and straight onto Eddie

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[whiskeybeforesunset]

A kiss, perhaps? | Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1048

Synopsis: As of late, Reader has been “forgetting” things after Hellfire meetings to have some extra time with Eddie. 

Warnings: Fluff but a little steamy, unnecessarily detailed description of D&D, Eddie’s a bit out of character, kissings, janitor cock block, no smut, reader is shorter than Eddie, very very small reference to Eddie being a sadist (blink and you’ll miss it)

Author’s Notes: This is actually my first fic so please feel free to message me with any critics or suggestions  you may have <3

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“YEEESS!” Dustin screeches into your ear as the final battle of the final battle of the campaign closes with a victory. You silently wonder whether or not you will suffer permanent hearing loss. The freshmen members of Hellfire are easy to love, but their level of enthusiasm can be… challenging at some times. 

Once Eddie finishes the epilogue, The Party begins packing up. Dice are returned to their bags and character sheets are slipped into binders for a final time. As the Dungeon Master, Eddie always takes the longest which means he’s usually left alone for a few minutes in the dimly lit room Hellfire plays in. Recently however, this has not been the case. 

“Oh, damn.” You say, stopping abruptly past the set of doors leading out of Hawkins High.

“Let me guess,” Mike says in an annoyed tone. “You forgot something again?” Whether said tone was due to his character dying in the final battle or that this was your fifth week in a row ‘forgetting something,’ who’s to say?

“You guys go on without me, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You respond as you walk back into the school. The motion sensor lights flicker back on revealing dingy linoleum tile and beat up yellow lockers. You’ve always found being in the school this late at night to be eerie. Something about the normally packed halls being empty is so… off putting. 

When you re-enter the classroom, Eddie is leaning over the table organizing some papers. You nearly laugh at the way his hair cloaks his face and possessions on the table. He wouldn’t even need a DM screen if he kept this posture throughout the session.

“I think I forgot my bag in here,” you announce with a confused look on your face that was almost convincing. You fake search for your bag in a cabinet near the door.

“Mmhm, the one over your shoulder?” With his remark, you stop your pretend search to gasp and act shocked by the location of your bag. Walking around the table, you dramatically throw it onto one of the chairs. 

Eddie looks up from his papers. “Y’know, they're gonna catch onto that eventually. There’s only so many times you can forget something before it becomes unconvincing.” He says, as he also walks along the border of the table, meeting you halfway.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” you say coyly, briefly staring at his lips before looking back up at his deep brown eyes. “I am simply an incredibly forgetful person.” Taking the hint, Eddie circles his arm around your waist and pulls you in. He hovers his lips above yours, but right as you lean in to join them…

“Hell of a way to end a campaign, right?” He says leaning back with a poorly concealed grin on his face. You contemplate leaving the room entirely, you came in here to make out and all the man wants is for you to praise his campaigns. 

“Ehh, it was alright.” You watch his grin fall slightly, before he rebuild his cocky facade as he rebuttals:

“You're just mad I didn’t let you use Harm to its full extent against the undead.” 

“I could have saved Mike’s PC!” You exclaim. “The poor boy is heartbroken. Besides, I thought you might be a little more generous to your significant other but clearly I was wrong.” You cross your arms and turn away as though you are genuinely upset. However, you're the best Roleplayer in Hellfire club, so Eddie knows better than to take you seriously.

He steps forward and hugs you from behind. Turning his head toward your ear, he says “I’m sorry baby, how can I make it up to you?” in a soft voice. You turn in his arms and pretend to contemplate what he could possibly do. 

“A kiss, perhaps?” You say, looking up at him.

“Well,” he pauses to consider your offer. “For the horrendous crime of being a good DM, I suppose a kiss is a simple punishment to carry out.” Eddie finishes dramatically. Your face scrunches up as you go to scold him for implying that a kiss with you would be an unpleasant thing to undergo, but before you can get anything out he captures your lips. 

This isn’t the first time you kissed, far from it. Regardless, the man before you has a way of making everything seem magical, maybe it’s all that Tolkien he reads. One of his hands slowly moves from your lower back to cup the side of your face. His thumb keeps a consistent motion against your cheek as your lips shift against his. Your hands intertwine behind his head, lightly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

He discreetly turns the both of you around before taking two steps forward. Resulting in you somewhat awkwardly running into the table and knocking over some miniatures Eddie used for the final battle. However, the battle map and any chance of damaging it had been long forgotten. 

You slide onto the table and Eddie settles between your legs. He leans over you as his hand on your back snakes under your shirt, pressing into your bare skin to bring your bodies impossibly closer. He lightly swipes his tongue against your lips, silently asking for permission he already knows he has. At the same time, his hand curls to bring his nails to your back. You moan at this new sensation, allowing him to explore past your flushed lips. 

Suddenly there’s a loud smack outside the door. Worried you’ve been caught, you separate from each other. When it becomes apparent the noise was a janitor dropping his mop, you both sigh and wait silently for the sound of the bucket and the man's footsteps to become more distant. 

“Well,” you say, clearing your throat. Eddie and you laugh for a moment before you start helping him to get the rest of his stuff packed away. 

“Can I, uh, drive you back home.” Eddie offers when you both finally gather your bags and begin the walk out to the parking lot. 

“Sure, but only if I get to play my music.” You respond.

“Oh GOD, NO!” Eddie says as the doors to Hawkins High close behind you.

[guts-blood-n-screamzz]

Eddie teaching his s/o how to play guitar Hc's?

Eddie Teaching His S/O Guitar

> a/n ; reader is genderneutral, i don't know how to play guitar so excuse me on that > content warnings ; weed mention > word count ; 354 part one ___________________________

"Hey, Eddie, I had a question." [Your/Name] asked, looking over at the male. They had a joint hanging out of their lips as they turned their head to stare at Eddie's guitar. The room was cold due to the air conditioner that hung loosely out of the window. It looked as if it was going to fall at any given moment, but in reality, it was tight in the window. “What?” He asked, turning around to look at them from the book he was reading while standing up. As he swiftly turned his head, his hair whipped him in the face causing him to let out a quiet ‘oof’. He was reading up on something for his campaign, even though it was summer they had all decided to meet up and play one last time for the fun of it. “What if…” [Your/Name] started, unsure if he’d even be up for the challenge. “What if you taught me how to play guitar?” Looking at the ground they fumbled with their hands nervously, what if he reacted badly. “Wait, you want me, to teach you to play the guitar?” He asked, in shock that they wanted him to teach them how to play. Especially when they knew multiple other people who could teach them as well. [Your/Name] gave a meek nod, afraid of upsetting him. “Hell yeah, I would love to.” “However, let’s use my old guitar so my baby doesn’t get hurt.”

 Eddie stated, laughing when you let out a gasp of offense. “Are you saying I’d purposely harm your guitar?” They asked, holding their chest as to overexaggerate the fact they were jokingly offended. “No, I mean, maybe? Anyways here.” He said, getting up and digging through his closet. He eventually found the old guitar. It was still in decent shape, but you could tell it had it’s time of use. “Woah, it’s so light?” [Your/Name] stated, they had expected it to be a lot heavier than it was. “Yeah, guitars are light in weight, idiot.” Eddie muttered under his breath, mocking you a little bit. Jokingly, of course.

[etherealperrie]

Call It What You Want

Eddie Munson x Reader: In which Eddie and Reader spend a rare quiet night together in his trailer complete with gentle, loving glances, wandering hands, and soft laughter.

Word Count: 1k

Contains: GenderNeutral!Reader | Immense amounts of fluff | Partial nudity | Allusion to smut (but only soft touches present in this fic) | Established relationship | Eddie being soft for the person he loves |

Warnings: None

A/N: Story takes place pre-season 4, so no spoilers for the newest season (aside from Eddie being a character and existing in the ST universe).

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No one expected it, not even you.

Loving Eddie Munson wasn’t a part of your life plan and it certainly wasn’t a choice your parents would have made on your behalf.

You didn’t know what to expect when you first met Eddie at the start of senior year. That uncertainty somehow grew into a genuine friendship and later tumbled deeper into love. His love was unlike anything you’d experienced before. The feeling of his hand intertwined with your own and the feeling of his silken lips skimming across your skin, making their way up to finally grant you a kiss were all things you’d only dreamed of prior to him. 

Even now with his head in your lap with your hands running through his wild curls, you struggle to believe it’s real. You smile at his body curled up under your shared blanket as you lay on the couch, MTV playing faintly on the television, his cheek resting gently against your thigh, his brown eyes glossed over and droopy with sleep. You didn’t want to disturb him. In fact, you’d prefer to stay here in this trailer, in this very position, forever, admiring every inch of his being; the subtle rise and fall of his chest, the feeling of his stubble as you rub your thumb across his cheek. He didn’t often just rest, quiet moments with Eddie were rare. 

He heaves a heavy sigh and yawns, pushing himself up off of you, rubbing his tired eyes. He glances around the room in search of the time, but his face softens, a smile emerging slowly across his lips as he takes you in. 

“Hi,” he mumbles, sitting up next to you. “Can you stay?” he asks, his voice soft.

You just nod and turn off the television, the little living room fading into darkness. He reaches for your hand and laces his fingers through yours. You shiver at the feeling of his cold silver rings against your warm skin and he chuckles to himself, nudging you softly. He often forgot he was even wearing them, the trio of rings had become a permanent extension of him. He pulls you down the dark hallway and into his bedroom where the bed lay unmade from this morning. 

You watch him as he flops down onto the mattress, still clothed in the Hellfire Club t-shirt and ripped black jeans he’d worn to school. The very same outfit you had to hold yourself back from coaxing him out of during your brief moment together during lunch. 

He yawns again and pats the empty space next to him – beckoning you. Stepping out of your Converse, you cross the room in two steps, bouncing down next to him. You both laugh as he rolls over onto his stomach, now on top of you. He grabs your wrists and moves them above your head, peppering kisses down your neck and across the visible parts of your chest. 

The feeling of his lips, warm and slick, skimming across your skin sends you into a daze, wanting nothing more than his never-ending attention. 

“I thought you were tired,” you gasp. 

Eddie places another quick kiss to your cheek and rolls off of you, his pale skin turning red. “I was tired.” 

You take advantage of his brief moment of weakness to sit up and reach across his torso, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt, easing the fabric up his abdomen. He smiles, licking his lips, and sits up face you, his eyes intent on you as you slide the shirt up and over his torso, shoulders, and head, tossing the cotton fabric onto the floor. 

He raises an eyebrow and reaches forward to tease the Hawkins hoodie up and over your figure, revealing nothing underneath, leaving the two of you equally exposed. His eyes widen before slowly narrowing, darkening, as he drinks in the image before him. 

But it’s his body that’s the enigma, a beautiful one. His form is one that you’ll never tire of. Seeing him each time is just like the first, each time leaving you breathless and wanting more. The strength of his arms and the beauty in the art of his numerous tattoos are far beyond your comprehension, but oh, so deserving of your praise and adoration. You’re certain he thinks the same of you, that look in his eyes is familiar, as you’ve been both the recipient and the purveyor of the lust flecked in his soft brown eyes. 

There’s nothing more that needs to be said as the two of you crawl up and under the covers, Eddie sliding off his jeans as you undo the zipper of your bottoms. He rolls over onto his side, and you instinctively do the same – turning away from him, awaiting his embrace as you did every other night you stayed with him.

“Mmm,” he hums. 

“What?” you ask, curious as to why he was denying you the physical affection you so craved. 

“I wanna look at you,” he whispers, tracing his fingers down your spine leaving chills in his wake. You consider denying him, making him snuggle close to your back and wrap his arms around your torso, kissing the nape of your neck, but you give into his wish. Not because he was in control, but because ultimately, you wanted it too. 

The room is dark but you can see him smile when you flip over to face him, pressing your forehead against his. He snuggled in close to you running his fingers along your body: over the swell of your chest, across the valley of your stomach, and down your hip bone. Without thought, your hand is at the back of his neck, once again playing with his hair while your thumb rubs small circles just under his ear. 

“Is that better?” you ask, half mocking him and half genuinely curious. He doesn’t respond, just let’s put a soft hum. In the quiet, you let your eyes fall shut and savor the feeling of his warm palms on your body. 

He takes your hand from the back of his neck and brings it to his lips, kissing each knuckle. “Much better.”  

“You are such a softie, Munson.” 

“Shhh, don’t tell anyone,” he mumbles.

Laughter fills the quiet room.

[infitsovermisfits]

Tiny Swords - Eddie Munson X GN!Reader

NO STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 SPOILERS!! ONLY CHARACTER!! SET MAYBE A YEAR BEFORE THE EVENTS OF SEASON 4!

an; sooo... did anyone else fall in love with him and think he was the best part of this season and went out and bought the hellfire shirt and is your tiktok fyp just full of him too.... No?? What the fuck are you doing here then? /lj / j

PLEASE ENJOY I'M SO IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN ITS NOT FUNNY HAHHA

WARNINGS: GenderNeutral! Reader, friends to lovers, slower pace, fluff, kissing, making out, biting/marking, poor knowledge of 80s technology and dungeons and dragons but we manage... I hope (sorry), maybe a little ooc?? denotes to smut though doesn't include any

(completed) PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | MASTERLIST

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"Are...?" Your gaze shifted your gaze to look towards Eddie as the rest of his sentence died down on his tongue,

"Hmm?" You hummed in questioning, ignoring the movie playing on your television. 

Eddie Munson was nothing like you had expected. The two of you went to the same middle school but never shared the same classes- you'd only heard about his insane antics and theatrics, sometimes even seeing him messing around during lunch. He built this weirdo reputation that sometimes came off as intimidating, so you never really went near him. It wasn't until High School that something changed for you...

It was definitely the hair... Maybe his confidence too. Although jarring at first, it was honestly like a breath of fresh air compared to how uptight and 'one dimensional' your peers were. Were they enjoyed their parties and sports and pep rallies and ragers, you favoured the wilder bunch- the outcasts and the misfits. 

It began when you started occasionally helping Eddie in his math and history- since you shared those same classes- and he helped you with English. Even if his methods were unconventional, you much preferred them to any teacher you've ever had. He'd make you conjure up some fantasy world with its own rules and physics and characteristics. He makes you think up the strangest characters and wouldn't settle for your 'Bob of The Fields' in 'Normallia'. His efforts proved successful when your teacher began praising your work, though Eddie's praise meant more to you than a passing grade. As the stories got more complicated with their intricacies and details, he'd help by pointing out plot holes and mistakes. He was honestly phenomenal- no doubt due to playing Dungeons and Dragons so much.

You'd never been crazy about the game. You'd only heard some things in passing but always assumed the game was only accessible to some freaky nerds who had nothing better to do with their free time. So it surprised you that Eddie wasn't a nerd at all... Freaky, yeah... He sure made the Hellfire Club seem like some exclusive VIP club- the way he'd gush about his campaigns to you in the beginning. You'd always thought it was cute. He'd get this spark in his eyes that made them shine with giddiness and excitement- his energy always spiked up and he'd become more animated than usual. And you'd be lying to yourself if his constant chatter about the club didn't make you at least a tiny bit interested.

He did eventually ask you to join. You had been planning on coming to a session to surprise him but your fear got the best of you. After all, you knew nothing about it- just that it was on Thursdays after school. Besides, you were already hanging out with him more than enough, what if he caught on to your crush? He finally asked when one time, you had forgotten to do your English homework the night before, being preoccupied with chores and taking care of your siblings, and were rushing to get it done before class,

"Hey so uh..." He spoke up from where he sat across from you, breaking your focus. When you looked up, he was half laying on the little picnic table way out in the woods. As you met his gaze, he sat up straight, bouncing a little in his seat. You hummed as an indication for him to go on, and then turned back to your homework. He didn't respond, but you could hear the wrinkling of paper next to you. You glanced up at him to see he had pulled a piece of paper from his bag and slid it over to you. Quickly scanning it you looked back at him confused,

"Was this part of this assignment?" You asked, feeling your heart drop. You knew this lunch period was coming to an end soon, so knowing you'd have to rush and complete another form before it ended only added more pressure,

"No, no," He quickly assured you, "It's a character sheet," He said, moving his arms out then back in, clasping them together as he watched your confused expression,

"A character wha?" You asked confused. He smiled at you then ducked his head, looking down momentarily,

"It's for Dungeons and Dragons. You make your own characters and then you role play as them. I just finished the new campaign I told you about a few days ago- we're gonna be playing on Thursday after class," He explained. So that's what he was scribbling away in his notebook the whole time. He wasn't usually so quiet during your hangouts, "I... Thought that maybe you'd wanna join this time?" He offered, "Instead of listening to my pitiful recreations. You know... Experience it for yourself?" He smiled,

"In your Hellfire Club?" You asked for clarification,

"That's the one," He clicked his fingers. You looked back down, looking over the chart and feeling your face contort with confusion as you focused on all the different boxes,

"Strength, dexterity-" you read out loud,

"Yeah so- the way you figure those out is-" Your head snapped up from the paper to the sound of the school bell in the distance, 

"Shit- gimmie a sec Eddie," You said, quickly scribbling a few more sentences down in your English book as you heard him shifting around and packing his stuff, 

"I can always cover for you saying you went to the bathroom," He offered, and you looked up to see him putting his jean jacket back on. Slightly mesmerised, you glanced back to his face, where he quirked his brow at you. Blushing, you nodded, going back to your work, 

"Thanks, Ed, don't know what I'd do without you," You said, in a quieter, more mumbly tone than you'd wanted. You continued quickly writing away in your book, and upon moving your other hand to the table, you heard a slight rustle. Looking at the empty character sheet, you glanced back to where he was leaving, "Hey Eddie, you left this!" You called after him. Watching him momentarily run back out of the forest clearing made you smile, as you waved the paper,

"Oh! No that's for you- I can teach you how to fill it in after class today!" He said, "Room 240-B!" He added, running back through the trees. Glancing back at the paper in your hands, you smiled softly. 

It had been the first time you'd actually hung out together- creating your character from scratch was more fun than you had expected. In fact, you never realised how fun the game was until that Thursday. The night before, you squealed and kicked your legs at the idea of spending your whole afternoon with Eddie. The evening went great- the other two players greeted you pleasantly as you entered and offered as much help as you needed with the rules and way the game worked before you started. Eddie was slightly late because of a detention, but soon arrived. In truth, it was he who sold the whole thing for you.

You clearly knew he was theatrical before playing- with the snippets of funky antics and theatrical nature you experienced in your tutoring sessions as well as in class, and paired with his unabashed confidence he truly shone. He was clearly in his element as the 'Dungeon Master', making you feel genuinely excited for the game. Seeing him so happy made your heart flutter, along with a happy warmth you hadn't felt in a while settling in your chest. Not to mention the smiles he kept giving you whenever it was your turn. It reached his eyes and made them sparkle, even in the low moody lighting. The whole campaign was euphoric. Escaping to another world and going on an adventure with Eddie? It sounded like a dream come true... Perhaps it was then that you realised you were in love with him?

When the game had ended, you didn't expect to feel so sad. Seeing that it had been almost three hours since school ended shocked you, and as you made your way out of the school, you happily said your farewells to the other club members. You left school with a bright smile on your lips that wouldn't leave, and when Eddie offered to drop you off at your house since it was getting dark you felt overjoyed. You tried your best to articulate how much fun you had, but the words escaped you. You kept reassuring him it was fun though, and you found him only grinning back at you

You quickly became a permanent member of the club, even helping them design their T-Shirts. You noticed you began to hang out with Eddie more, where your affection for one another blossomed.

It was one day, about seven months ago, when he'd invited you over to his trailer that you confessed your feelings for one another. It was a couple of weeks before the end of the year and you found yourself overwhelmed with the workload and your chaotic home life. You'd only been over at his trailer a few times, but it was by far more quiet than home. You were sat on his bed, and with a sigh, you dropped your pen into the open spine of your book and leaned back on his sheets. You took in his familiarly delightful scent immediately as it surrounded you, and your face fixed itself with a blissful smile,

"You alright?" Eddie's voice asked. He was sitting on his messy floor in a section of space he had cleared out for himself. You felt the bed move slightly as his head leaned back against the mattress near your thigh,

"Uhuh- yeah. I finally finished this assignment," You said, satisfied as you closed your book on the pen and sat up, throwing the book away from you on the floor. You sighed loudly as you pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes and rubbed your tired eyes, "Jesus Christ it's like she wants us to write fuckin' novels every time," You sighed,

"At least she gives a weekend and a day for us to finish it," He said, and you felt the bed dip next to you, indicating he had moved to sit next to you, ignoring his own work. Considering how long you had known each other for by now, you would say you were comfortable with your friendship. You gently leaned back, setting your head on his shoulder and looking down at the object in his hands. He had picked up your discarded English book and was skimming over the words you had written,

"And a day..." You repeated with a sigh. You groaned slightly as you stretched your arms and torso, before shifting to lean your back straight against the wall letting it stretch there. You watched him for a few moments. His warm brown eyes shifted around as they read your words, his smooth skin, gently blotted by minature freckles you could only see this from close, the soft pink tint of his parted lips. Subconsciously, you moved your tongue over your own lips, wetting them slightly as you continued to closely watch him, until his head turned to you,

"It's a really good, strong ending," He said with a smile, and you blushed as his eyes met yours, shining with a twinkle- the telltale sign of his excitement. With how good he was at make-believe, Eddie was a shitty liar. He was telling the truth now, "I like how you made who the killer was ambiguous enough to keep the reader entertained and guessing but didn't say who it obviously was so it's still fun to guess," He said, moving to lean his head against the wall next to you,

"You think?" You said with a smile, "D'you not think that kinda stuff is annoying? Withholding information?" You asked, "You really wouldn't prefer for me to just say 'this guy did it- he's guilty as shit!'"

"Not at all," He assured, "In fact, I like it more. I personally think it would have sucked if you just.  said 'And the killer is...!'" He deepened his voice and moved his hand out, causing you to laugh slightly,

"So not like Scooby-Doo?" You teased,

"Scooby-Doo is bullshit compared to this. You've written a real murder mystery, darling," You knew it was teasing. You knew it was teasing. But God how you wished he could call you 'darling' all the fucking time. As if he was embarrassed, he glanced away, and you thought for a few moments,

"Well, thanks Eddie," You said, smiling softly as you shifted a little, "I'm no Sherlock Holmes but-

"Sherlock Holmes is the character- Arthur Conan Doyle wrote the book," He corrected with a smirk. You narrowed your eyes in a playful glare, and rolled them as he laughed,

"As I was saying-" You continued in a joyful tone, grabbing the book from him and pulling the pen out, capping the lid you had slotted on to the end. You threw it away from you back to his floor, letting it twist through the air and land with a thud," -I always appreciate your feedback- I like it when you praise me," You smiled softly,

"You do?"

"Well yeah- Mrs Clarke just yells," You said, and watched him smile at you,

"She never yells at you," He said,

"She yells at you plenty. And we sit next to each other, so some of it hits me in the crossfire,"

"Damn- you're blaming me?" He teased,

"Then stop fucking around so much," You grinned, watching him as he laughed softly. For a moment it was quiet, the only noise coming from the distant radio playing loud metal music somewhere else in the house. The two of you were alone, considering his uncle was out working tonight, "I don't remember if I thanked you for letting me do my work here," You sighed, "I know it's a Friday and you'd probably want to be doing something more fun than looking over my homework and sitting here in silence with me for hours but you know how crazy loud my house gets," You rambled,

"It's alright... I've told you a million times you're welcome to stay here for as long as you need and get whatever you want done," He assured. His voice was gentle and soft, and his words magically relaxed your aching body, making you lean closer to him. He really has told you you're free to be around him a million times. It was sweet- he'd always clear out a spot for you on his desk or swipe everything but the covers of his bed so you could do your work comfortably. Eddie would either stay with you, sitting quietly and chirping in whenever he'd ask if you wanted a snack or needed help with whatever he was working on, or he would leave you alone to do something else so you could work in silence- though he was never far. You could often see him from his room's window smoking outside, which led to him throwing rocks at the glass to get your attention. You'd smile playfully and lift it up so you could chat, before he'd playfully scold you and tell you to get back to work and disappear. You hoped at this point he wasn't annoyed with you, or that you were overstaying your welcome, or using him too much- before Christmas break, you spent almost every day at his trailer just studying for your end of year exams,

"I know, I just don't want you to get too tired of me," You said self consciously, though keeping a playful tinge to your tone so as to not worry him too much, "I know I'm irresistible and all, but sometimes I feel like it's a lot," You said, "Feel free to kick me out whenever, by the way," You said quickly,

"I honestly think you're the one person in this world I won't ever get tired of," He stated, his voice nice and low. The statement shocked you, causing your mouth to fall open wordlessly for a moment before you quickly closed it, blinking rapidly. When you looked back at him, he was already looking into your eyes, 

"Really?" You asked,

"Definitely. I mean, if I didn't I wouldn't be hanging out with you so much," He said, smiling,

"You'd have a lot more free time," You commented, moving your head away,

"I'd honestly rather spend it with you," He said. You could feel his fingers gently moving some of your hair that fell in front of your face, tucking it back behind your ear. At the contact, you looked back at him. You could now feel the cool metal of his rings against your flushed cheek. He was unbelievably close now, and just staring at you with this... This look in his eyes like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. The only other thing he looked at like that was his guitar, hung proudly behind him, next to his bed. With a small swallow, you spoke up again,

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?" He breathed; you felt it against your lips,

"Are you gonna kiss me or just stare at me?" You whispered back, your mouth curling slightly into a smile. His eyes darted between your lips and eyes, and he swiped his thumb over your cheek once more before pressing his lips to yours in a gentle, loving kiss.

Dating Eddie Munson was the best decision you had made in your entire life. Every day was an adventure with him- and since you shared your first kiss, you found yourselves even closer than before. He started picking you up and driving you to school- and you thoroughly enjoyed screaming along to the lyrics of his favourite songs.  In your free time, you'd somehow always end up at the picnic table together, laughing and talking the whole time. Your favourite thing to do with him was, after your DnD sessions, he'd take you on walks to his favourite locations in the Hawkins Forest and smoke.

On your first Valentines Day, he carved your initials into a tree by his favourite smoke spot behind his trailer. It may have been a small thing, but to you, it was the sweetest. He had also gotten you a necklace with a skull on it, which you quickly vowed to never take off. He'd also playfully stated you could have a lifetime free supply of weed from him- you hadn't taken him up on the offer yet, though. You always said there'd be a time and a place. You, on the other hand, had bought him a new ring which he, in turn, vowed to never take off- even in his sleep. And after spending countless nights together, you knew his words were true. 

Now, you had somehow managed to make it through school to summer break, and when your parents told you they would be going on a camping trip with all your younger siblings, you almost couldn't contain your joy in declining their offer. Five whole days spent only with Eddie sounded like a dream too good to be true. You stocked up on snacks while he bought the drinks and happily joined you the morning after your parents left you alone. A few days before they left, you'd even gone out to Family Video and rented 'The Thing' for the sixth time. It was your first 'real date' as Eddie put it, to the theatre, where you watched it twice through before you got kicked out. After that, you waited for the VHS and regularly rented it to watch together- from then, it became your favourite, and you were glad to be watching it for the seventh,

"Jesus, you really don't get tired of this?" Steve Harrington asked as he typed your details into the computer,

"Not yet, unfortunately," You smiled pleasantly, grabbing the VHS from him and placing it into your bag, 

"Hah- you might need to invite me over to watch it with you sometime," He said, giving you a flirtatious smile. With a confused blink, you glanced over to see your friend Robin roll her eyes and smirk at you,

"Ignore him- enjoy the movie!" She said, giving you a two-fingered salute,

"Thanks, Robin," You said, glancing back at Steve, "I'll ask Eddie if you can join," You teased, "Maybe he'll even letcha join the Hellfire Club. If you asked nicely," You said, smiling before turning to leave the store,

"Is that a yes??" He called after you; he sounded desperate. You smiled, barely hearing his disappointed sigh as you walked out of the store. At this point, you weren't entirely sure if Eddie was your 'boyfriend'. It was clear you shared a lot of love for one another, and you were going on dates and seeing each other and... Being intimate. But did that mean he was your boyfriend? Your... Boyfriend... Eddie being your boyfriend. It sounded good...

"Are you wearing swords for earings?" He finally says. It takes you a moment to register what he says, but when you do, you reach a hand up to touch the miniature plastic weapons and smile,

"Mhm," You nod to him, beginning to gently fiddle with the fake blades, "Y'Know when we went through all the old DnD stuff at Hellfire a few weeks ago, babe? The stuff we didn't use and were asked to donate?" He nods, "Found 'em, took 'em, repurposed them," You smiled proudly, "Stuck little hooks in too and everything. It was kinda a hard process. I did have to steal my sisters' earings and I had to break them apart, but I'm sure she won't mind" You smiled playfully as you waved a hand, "I thought they looked cute- I hope you don't mind," You said quickly, your relaxed demeanour dropping slightly, at his prolonged silence and unreadable expression. You quickly let your hands drop back into your lap, and gently bit your lip, "I'm sorry I should have asked I-"

"No, it's just..." He's still staring at you when you curiously look back at him, "I'm just... It's really fucking it's cute," He smiles and you blush, "Don't gotta get so embarrassed on me," He said playfully, and you moved slightly so you could pull your hair in front of your face to hide it. With a laugh, Eddie reached and grabbed your hands, "Don't hide away from me, lemme admire you," He was grinning the whole time,

"God, Eddie!!" You say playfully, letting him take hold of your hands and move your hair away from your ears, even taking the time to be gentle when moving the hairs that got caught on the false blades away from them. You let him meticulously work, regarding him with a loving gaze,  "You honestly think they're cute?" You see him nod again, 

"It's actually kinda hot," At that you burst out laughing, swatting his shoulder gently as he grins, "C'mon! You sit here looking like a total babe and expect me to not wanna reach out, my dear?" You laughed at his comment, shaking your head,

"Jesus Eddie," You sigh, and roll your eyes dramatically looking back to the movie, "Thanks," You say in a cheery tone,

Suddenly, he shifts much closer to you, so you can feel the warmth of his leg against yours. Then you feel his warm breath against your neck, and his warm hand moving to your hair and brushing it out of the way. One of his hands slides it away, then gently curls and brushed the back of your neck, keeping a gentle hold there. You can feel his hands there, just gently resting, along with the cool metal of his rings. Then his lips touch the sensitive skin of your neck, making you shiver as he places a gentle kiss there. 

Fuck. 

His gentleness always surprised you, given how intense he could be in his everyday life. He was very sweet and gentle with you, always holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world- not too tightly, just enough to keep you in place. It made you feel so... So fucking loved and happy you could melt. Or die. Or both.

You could feel his soft hair against your cheek, and you gently reached out to scratch the back of his head as he opened his mouth against your skin to gently suck your skin. With a shaky exhale, you felt his mouth curling into a smile on your flesh, before he gently grazed his teeth against your neck.

Fuck.

As you squeezed your legs together, he moved a hand to your thigh, resting it there at first before giving it a small squeeze. You placed your hand over his and squeezed it, silently consenting for him to continue. You felt the gentle poke of his tongue against your skin and couldn't stifle the soft moan that escaped your parted lips. Your eyes had fallen closed in bliss as he began to gently suck, lick and kiss your neck.

He moved his head lower to a spot he found you loved most, and bit into your skin. With a sharp, startled gasp, you squeezed his hand on your thigh, and gently tugged on the back of his hair. It earned a lovely low hum from him as he began to suck on your skin until it felt warm and tingly. When he pulled away, he gently blew air onto the mark, surrounded by wet skin, and chuckled gently as you shivered. 

He move right back to kissing you, or rather biting another mark onto your neck as you whined his name and eagerly rubbed your thighs together. He was now kissing up your neck, and found himself at your jaw, gently sucking the skin there. As you moved your head to try and kiss his lips, you squeezed the hand he had on your thigh and attempted to move it further south, only for him to pull it out of your grasp and slap your hand away. Simultaneously, he moved his head back, but not too far, considering you were holding the back of it.+,

"Wha- What was that for?" You asked, not realising how whispery your voice had gotten. You felt dazed and your breath was shaky, chest rising and falling quickly as you stared up at him. Your breath hitched slightly as he moved his left hand up to his mouth and wiped his lips with the side of his hand. You swallowed hard and returned his small smile, looking into his lidded eyes. Your hand moved slightly to play with his hair, gently petting it,

"Felt like kissing you," He said simply, smirking away. With a small sigh, you glanced back at the movie and realised you wouldn't be too disappointed if you missed more of it... After all, there was always tomorrow... You flicked your gaze back at him,

"Yeah?" You asked, nodding your head once,

"Yeah," He said back, moving his head as you did. Your smile widened as you shifted closer to him. Purposefully, you moved your face close to him just so your noses could brush, before throwing one of your legs over his to straddle him. You gently settled your hands over his chest, and smiled feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your palms. You reached a hand up and began fiddling with the metal of a necklace he was wearing- it was a necklace you had gotten him on his birthday- a small disc with a wolf carved into the front and your initials into the smooth back, "Hello," He said lowly, making you look back at him. One of his hands moved to rest on your thigh and the other moved up to your neck as he now began to gently mess with one of your earings. You could feel his rings against your face, and you shifted your head to kiss them gently, 

"Hi, Eddie," You said softly, smiling back at him,

"You come here often?" He asked playfully, and you laughed as he moved, shifting the hand from your neck to your back so you wouldn't fall. He only sat up more, and leaned forward to try and kiss you. Quickly pulling away you grinned,

"Uhuh, you'd know," You teased, moving a hand to touch his cheek with yours. You loved looking down at him like this- even if you were the same height (though he swears on his guitar that he's an inch taller) it fills you with a certain desire looking down at him like this- eyes wide and full of wanting, pupils larger than normal, and mouth fixed in a smile,

"Mhm..." He hummed, drawing it out as his hands moved- the one on your thigh stroking up and down while the one on your back shifting up to your arm and neck, grazing the fresh marks he had left and making you bite your lip at the pleasurable feeling they filled you with, "What're you gonna do up here?" He asked you smoothly, moving his head to try and get closer to you once again. Gently, you moved a hand to his shoulder, pushing him back so he'd be pressed against the couch. Slowly, you trailed it up his shoulder to the back of his neck, scratching at his scalp to make him sigh and tilt his head back. Leaning forward quickly, you kissed his neck in a similar way to him, 

"I want to kiss you too," You breathed beginning to slowly undulate your hips against his as he let out a low moan. You'd want to give him the same treatment but found yourself too impatient; you trailed your kisses up his neck and touched his cheek before firmly pressing your lips to his. The hand on your neck moved into your hair to pull you impossibly closer, causing you to shift in his lap too, earning simultaneous groans from both of you. At the opportunity, he moved his open mouth against yours, and as your tongues met you released a shaky breath. 

He smiled, gently biting the tip of your tongue and eliciting a small squeak out of you. You both laughed gently, before moaning into each other's mouths as the kiss grew more heated. He gently sucked on your tongue before sliding it over yours and further into your mouth. You quickly fell apart in your attempt to dominate him, and in an attempt to shift the control, you moved so you were kneeling over him. Considering the change in height, it caused him to lean up more to keep kissing you. Your desire for more only grew as he tried following your mouth with his.

A few more heated moments later and you pulled back, lips buzzing and heartbeat racing wildly. You moved to sit back on his lap, pulling him close as you let your hands rest on his cheeks and playfully kissed his nose. You let yourself catch your breaths for a moment, 

"I love you," He said, and smiled wider at your suddenly shocked expression. Your heart began to skip a beat, as if it was about to fall right out of your chest. You laughed silently, a small exhale falling out of your lips, which he pressed a small kiss against. Considering he was still trapped beneath you, he could only kiss the corner of your mouth,

"You do?" You asked softly, swallowing again. You kept your hands still, letting one rest against his neck and the other, which had been in his hair, in his shoulder, as you felt your fingers begin to tremble,

"I do," He confirmed, nodding. His hair tickled your hands, "I really fucking love you," He smiled, moving to kiss you again, this time trailing his mouth down your neck and pressing more kisses there. With gentle hums, he repeated the three words in soft whispers as you felt your hands tremble more. The affection... It was almost overwhelming in the best way. You smiled to yourself, letting your eyes fall shut and small sighs to escape your lips,

"Love you too Eddie," He moved his head back up to look at you. You dropped your head slightly so you could look more into his eyes,

"You do?" He asked, making his voice a slightly higher pitch to mimic your response. As you laughed, he grinned, his teeth showing. You moved off his lap and got off the couch, offering your hand to him to help him stand. He grabbed your hand, kissing your fingers gently, before standing, "Glad to hear it, my love," You breathlessly let a small sigh out, glancing back at him at the term of endearment. Quickly, he moved to kiss you again, grabbing your face and holding you there while he kissed you

"Yeah," said against his lips, before pulling away to look back at him. He kissed your forehead, before moving his hands to your shoulders and smiling at you,

"Why're we standing?" He asked curiously,

"We- uh... Let's go upstairs," You offered with a slight blush,

"Mmmm," He hummed, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. You flicked your eyes from his mouth to his warm brown eyes, "Movies down here though," He teased. One of his hands was gently holding your arm, caressing your clothed skin,

"Yeah but I have a bed upstairs," You tried to clarify,

"Ahhh... Right," He smiled, moving closer to you, "The couch is fine in my opinion," Your eyes widened at his proposition. You glanced beside him, down at the couch you had just been sitting on, before looking at the movie still playing on the TV,

"Do you still have our cassette?" You asked, and watched as he moved away from you to grab his jacket. As he turned, you took a moment to admire him. The way his hair swung as he moved, the way the sleeves of his Hellfire shirt had moved up his forearms, exposing parts of the bats tattooed on his arm, the way he... was wearing jeans... 

"Here- why?" He asked, turning back to you and handing you the rectangle. You moved to the radio cassette player and placed the cassette inside, waiting a few moments for the song to start playing and turning the music up just enough so you were sure the simultaneous music and movie would help drown out the noise. You turned to see him watching you, sitting on the couch already with his legs outstretched slightly looking so inviting. You walked closer to him, touching the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, discarding it off to the side as you took your place back on top of him. His eyes had widened at your display, and you smiled to yourself, 

"Drown out the noise," You clarified, giving him a playful wink. He grinned back at you, shaking his head slightly as he moved to kiss you again. His lips quickly moved back to trailing down your neck, eagerly seeking out the exposed skin now available to him and making sure to leave plenty more bruises against your skin, revelling in the sweet moans and weak sighs emanating from your bruised lips, as well as the way you gripped onto his shoulders and pushed his head closer to your body... 

Eddie was completely in love with you, and desired to show you just how much every time you were intimate like this. Loving Eddie Munson was the greatest thing in your life by far. The joy he brought you was incomparable to anything- and you hoped this overwhelming feeling of love could last for as long as possible.

[meliorao]

You and Eddie

Summary: Some headcanons about you and Eddie as a couple

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Genderneutral!Reader

Warnings: smut, bad jokes, dumb thoughts, some swearing, probably more but I can’t remember-, not proof read!

Words: 1,1k

A/N: So I made this because I needed to post something and my Tom Grant fic is taking longer than expected to write so here we go!

His hair

• This one sounds strange but I have this idea okay

• Let’s put one thing clear

• Eddie is NOT like so many people seems to be claiming

• He wouldn’t let you touch his hair

• Only if he really needed to

• Like if he got gum in his hair and needed to get it out he would ask you for help

• But he would probably lose his patience and cut it off

• But it wouldn’t make much of a difference anyways because it would simply hide nicely into his long locks anyways

• Other than that I can’t see him allow you to touch it much

• Except maybe if you were making out or having sex

• Then I can definitely see you pull his hair and he wouldn’t give a fuck

Hellfire club

• Despite loving this man with my entire heart

• I don’t think he would be big on dates

• And he would definitely cancel for Hellfire

• I mean the man would probably not even contact you for days when he is planning big parts of the campaign

• And IF you were to follow him to hellfire night

• You would not be allowed to sit in his lap Okay?

• I know a billion people has said he would but the man would not let anyone be in the way of him giving the performance of his life to each campaign

• I mean we all saw him in episode 1? He was almost crawling on the table at one point

• Yeah he would need his space

• And If you’re not into playing? Yeah you can probably count on sitting on the side in silence for as long as they need if you come there but I don’t even think you would be offered to follow him?

• Like this is such an important and sacred thing for him

• I honestly believe that it’s a way for him to cope, writing these stories that makes him in control of his mess of a real life

• However if you are into play?

• Damn he would think it was the best thing ever

• Like yes he takes Hellfire serious and wouldn’t allow anyone to make it as a joke

• But as long as you wanted to play? Yeah he would fucking love it

• But don’t think he would go soft on you just because he loves you

• “Sorry darling I don’t make the rules”

• He would kill you if needed (in the campaign of course)

Sexuality

• So let’s put this straight

• I don’t think he is gay

• I don’t think he is straight

• He is simply sexual

• No label, just purely horny

• Meaning his partner or even if it was a hookup wouldn’t matter what gender they have

• Just as long as he is the the dom

• And despite a lot of peoples believes I don’t think he is wearing the bandana in his pocket for the handkerchief code

• Robin probably explained to him what it was and he was a bit confused but didn’t care so he kept wearing it

• I mean he probably saw his favourite singers in his metal bands wear them and thought it was cool

Intimacy

• He definitely don’t have a lot of experience, he was after all hated in the town he lived in

• That’s not to say he doesn’t have any experience at all?

• I mean I can’t be the only one who saw the smirk he gave those cheerleaders in the cafeteria scene as they giggled and passed him?

• Yeah he got those stains from somewhere alright

• But not a lot of experience

• Just someeee okay

• Despite not having a BUNCH of experience he does however not show any signs of it

• He is a god in bed

• Or perhaps I should say the devil?

• If you weren’t experienced he would easily show you

• Because he definitely knows what he likes

• His libido is skyrocketing

• Yeah you’re having sex a lot

• He definitely is the more into fucking than love-making

• But that doesn’t mean it’s not emotional

• He is just rough and fast

• Yeah definitely fast

• Hair pulling, biting, scratching, give him it all and he will break the bed

• Because yeah he did break his bed at one point

• And when he had to explain what happened to his uncle he came up with the dumbest excuse

• And his uncle did not buy it at all

• “Yeah I was jumping on it while playing guitar”

• “Oh is that so?”

• Yeah his uncle knew exactly what you two were up to

• As his uncle often work late he just cannot see a reason to be potentially caught by your family

• Because if he can’t make you scream then why bother?

• He would also not be into sex somewhere public

• He also wouldn’t be comfortable with PDA around your parents or his uncle whatsoever

• That’s a big no no

• If you were horny and his uncle could walk in? NOPE

• I fear he would want to keep you for himself when it came to that stuff so no places he cannot lock the door

• You’ll probably end up doing 2-3 rounds before he is done

• Also he loves oral

• Giving and receiving

• He would also probably see something in one of his porn magazines and ask you to try it with him out of pure curiosity

• Probably so messy giving oral though

• Will end up spitting on you (on accent and not so much on accident)

Misc thoughts

• Sarcastic as fuck

• I believe that he wouldn’t be the one to say I loves you often

• This is because of his childhood trauma

• But that means when he actually say it? It means the most because you know he truly mean it

• But that means that he would also probably have other ways to explain how he loves you

• Small gestures, taking care of you, all of that

• He is also not the jealous type

• He would trust you around everyone

• No matter if it was hellfire or others

• But the few times he got jealous? You would have to remind him who you belong to

• Lastly… the man probably ate crayons as a kid and was dead serious that all different colours had different flavours

• Bye this is awful

[mistiell]

Masterlist

Fluff - 💛

Suggestive/Adult-ish themes - 💗

Smut - ❤️

Angst with happy ending/comfort- 🖤💞

Angst with unhappy ending/no comfort- 🖤💔

Joke headcanons/fic - 🤪

Arcane

Headcanons

💛Dates Arcane Characters Would Like to Go on

💛Nicknames Arcane Characters would Call You

💛Mel x Artist! Reader Headcanons (Sorta angsty if you squint)

💛Random Viktor x Reader Relationship Headcanons

💛Quirks Arcane Characters Have

💛How to (Lovingly) Annoy your Arcane S/O

💛How your Arcane S/O (Lovingly) Annoys You

💛❤️ More Viktor Headcanons

💛Quirks Arcane Characters have Pt. 2

💛Rating Arcane Characters Based on how Easy it Would be to Sleep with Them

🤪 Would Arcane Characters Throw Hands and Why.

💛How Arcane Characters would Take Care of You While You’re Sick

💛Arcane Characters React to You Wearing Their Clothes

💛 Your Arcane S/O’s Favourite part of your body

💛Sleepy Jayce Headcanons

💛💗Drunk Viktor Headcanons

💛How Arcane Characters Flirt

💛Arcane Characters with an S/O that gets Angry Easily

💛Arcane Characters with an S/O who Likes to give Forehead/Hand Kisses

💛Arcane Characters Cuddling with an Awkward S/O

💛Viktor x Reader who Loves his Accent and Hands

💛Viktor and Jayce x TransMasc!Reader

💛How Arcane Characters would Dance with You

💛Arcane Characters React to Someone Insulting You

💛Viktor with an S/O with Joint Problems

💛Viktor with an S/O with Asthma

💛Prince! Jayce x Royal! Reader (Kinda angsty if you squint)

💛 Who Would be the Prankster in the Relationship

💛 Viktor x Fem! Councillor! Reader

🖤💞 Arcane Characters in a Zombie Apocolypse

🖤💞Viktor with an S/O Struggling with Depression

💛Viktor and Jayce with an S/O that Struggles with Sleep

💛What Genres of Films would Arcane Characters Watch

💛Jayce with an Affectionate S/O

Fics

❤️Mornings like This - Viktor x Fem!Reader

Summary: Literally just soft morning sex lmao

💛 Flustered - Jayce x GenderNeutral! Reader

💗Piltover Parties - Vi x Fem!Reader

🖤💞Emotions are Great, aren’t They? - Viktor x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Viktor have been dancing around each other’s feelings for years, both convinced the other doesn’t feel the same way. When Sky enters the picture, clearly head over heels for the man, you can’t help but feel jealous. Viktor notices, and finally decides to take matters into his own hands.

💛 Comfort - Jayce x GenderNeutral!Reader

💛A Less than Romantic Proposal - Jayce x GenderNeutral!Reader

💛 Jinx x GN! Reader

Summary: Jinx asks you to braid her hair because you’re the only one that does it right

Shitposts

Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have Said

Arcane Memes

Marshmallow Shenanigans

Ew, Affection

Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have Said Pt.2

Sleep Deprivation is Wack

MHA (No longer writing)

Headcanons

💛 “Quirks” MHA Characters Have Pt.1 (Izuku, Katsuki, Shoto, Hitoshi)

💛 “Quirks” MHA Characters Have Pt.2 (Denki, Eijiro, Mina, Ochako)

Shitposts

Monoma’s a bitch

Stranger Things

Headcanons

💛Eddie Munson Relationship Headcanons

💛Misc. Eddie Headcanons

💛Nicknames Stranger Things Characters would call You

💛Fluff Alphabet with Eddie Munson

❤️NSFW Alphabet with Eddie Munson

💛Quirks Stranger Things Characters have

Fics

🖤💞Battle scars - Eddie x GN! Reader

Summary: You and the others have defeated Vecna and have gone your separate ways to tend to your wounds. Your boyfriend, Eddie, insists on making sure you’re okay.

💛Nobody Better than You - Eddie x GN! Reader

Summary: Eddie gets a little insecure after some asshole says something about your relationship. You, being the lovely partner that you are, assure him that he’s the only one for you

🖤💞Just a Dream - Eddie x GN! Reader

Summary: You keep having nightmares about your time in the upside down, specifically what could’ve happened to Eddie if you hadn’t got to him in time. Thankfully, the man in question is always there to comfort you.

💛A Phone Call Away - Eddie x GN! Reader

Summary: When you wake up from a nightmare and call Eddie to check on him, someone else answers the phone.

💛Strange and Unusual - Eddie x Fem! Reader

Summary: While you and Eddie spend a lazy Saturday afternoon cuddling, you’re absolutely awestruck by how unbelievably gorgeous he is. Problem is, you can’t seem to find a word that fits him perfectly. Until it hits you. Selcouth.

💛In Sickness and in Health - Eddie x Fem! Reader

Summary: Eddie takes care of you while you’re sick.

Fan Art

According to Eddie, Steve’s a slut

Series

Whiplash - Eddie x Fem! Reader

Summary: A season 4 fix-it fic with an ‘x reader’ insert because it destroyed me and I still need comfort months later.

Chapter 1

[honey-tongued-devil]

↞Tuesday night↠

▶ Eddie munson x reader

!! Does not contain spoilers!! It’s based on a phrase that Eddie tells Chrissie: he plays guitar every Tuesday night at a club called The Hideout. It’s a little thing written very quickly because I physically needed to write even two words about Eddie. Enjoy!

↠TW: mention the use of alcohol, kinda fluff, no use of "y/n" ↠Word count: 2.1k ↠Character/s: Genderneutral reader (no use of pronouns), Eddie Munson

↠If you have any requests, 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝 ↞

"Encore!"

Someone at the back of the club yells tipsy at the band that just finished performing. The guitarist turns his head panting, first to the drummer, then to the bassist getting a nod of consent, and with the pick gives a blow to the strings, letting that short period of silence shatter into pieces under the electric sound of his music.

You see with the corner of your eye the man who made the request cheering, raising a fist enthusiastically and grabbing the glass in front of him, draining it in a single sip in a gesture whose noise is totally hidden by the deafening notes that again fills the club.

The volume is so high that you can feel the bass make your stomach and guts vibrate, the smell of alcohol is stale to the point that you feel it in an undefined place behind your nose, as if it pinched under your skin, and the red artificial lights placed at their feet  are causing you a headache -but you kinda like the way they illuminate in a hypnotic way the guys, letting the sporadic drops of sweat that cross their faces look like rubies when they get on the ground.

Like every Tuesday from two weeks to this part.

You follow the frantic movements of the guitarist with your gaze while your index finger absently runs along the edge of your glass, taking finally a long sip from your drink when you see him get off the stage and go to put the guitar in its sheath -you had a chance to talk to him the week before, a very interesting and particular guy. Sarcasm as a coping mechanism, a magnetic way of moving, attractive in his oddity... not exactly the kind of guy you thought would attract you, yet here you are, in that club just to see him again.

The guitarist talks to the other members of the band and with the manager of the club, scratching the back of his neck shyly when the latter probably gives him a compliment; and then back to shove with the other guys laughing like kids. At least before he notices you, changing expression into a wide and narrow-lipped smile that pulls a chuckle out of you.

You raise a hand and wave your fingers to return the greeting, and he, theatrically, brings a hand to his forehead letting himself fall to the ground.

Yeah, that freak really caught your attention.

"You’re back, I wasn’t expecting it." 

"And miss the most metal concert in history? I could never." he giggles covering his mouth with a strand of hair -looks like a totally different person from the one who a few minutes before was playing on that stage as if his life depended on that performance: the guy in front of you chews his bottom lip dashing his dark, expressive eyes from you to your glass, to the ceiling until he finds something to rest his gaze on, dull and static enough to allow him to concentrate totally on the object and take rest.

"Do you want to go out on the terrace and get some air?" you ask amused when he leans tired his elbows and his back at the counter, and as if you had asked a question of the utmost importance he stops moving completely to reflect before beginning to nod, his gaze still fixed in nothingness, curled lips in an involuntary expression that you imagine is due to the flow of thoughts.

"Eddie?" you call him by placing a cheek in the palm of your hand, the tone has a note of fun due to the funny expression on his face. He slowly turns, dark eyes meet yours in a confused look that makes your heart sink into the rib cage: they are attractive. Sweet in a way that you can’t describe, so dark that you can’t distinguish the pupil from the iris making his gaze even more vague, just marked by a light shadows that suggest that the guy’s sleep schedule is not the best.

"Do you remember my name?"

"...what?"

"You called me by my name"

You frown, your face coming off your hand.

"We spoke last Tuesday, why should I forget?" Your question sounds genuinely confusing, and he takes a few moments before shrugging.

"I am not a person that people tend to remember". 

And you cannot tell with absolute certainty if it’s the alcohol or the late hour, but that sentence sounds extremely sad in your ears, and the non-chalance and calmness that comes out of his lips make it even more filled with a sense of loneliness that grips your stomach in a vice.

You suppress the urge to touch his arm in a silent nod of comfort just in time as he turns to the bartender, a man in his fifties, ordering drinks for both before leaning both forearms at the counter and nodding his head to indicate the terrace.

It feels incredibly good on the rattan sofa outside the suffocating walls of the club, the night breeze finally allows you to regain your sense of smell and slightly relieves headaches: you fill your lungs jealousy with a deep breath before you recompose enough to bring the look on the boy at your side: he rests with religiously closed eyes, intent on enjoying the purity and freshness of the air, his head thrown backwards leans on the upper edge of the padding. 

You take this opportunity to try to capture deeply the figure that is near you, to look for interesting details to remember or useful to be able to capture some more information, without actually finding anything: pins, patches of metal bands, chains attached to pants, ... normal metalhead clothing.

Until your eyes fall on the peculiar white shirt with black sleeves.

"I thought the band was called "Corroded Coffin"" he opens one eye to look at you, frowning in a mute request to process the sentence just said, and you limit yourself to indicate his shirt.

"the band is called "Corroded Coffin" in fact, this is my lucky t-shirt. It’s the one of my campaign of Dungeons & Dragons" he responds by lifting his arms to stretch, before tilting his head to look at you and crease his lips in a crooked smile that instinctively makes you lift the corners of your mouth a bit.

"Do you know what Dungeon & Dragons is?"

"More or less, it’s a roleplay game, am I right?" his smile continues to spread with the enthusiasm of a child on Christmas night.

"Oh sweetheart is so much more. You know, I think you might like it, you should really try it."

You shift your weight to your side to get closer and look at him better as the waiter rests on the coffee table in front of you a beer and a colorful cocktail. You smile just before you nibble on your lower lip and get lost in those two dark pools.

"How can you say that? You don’t know me" it’s just a whisper, close enough you are almost sure he can feel your breath on the arm that is resting on the upper edge of the sofa.

"Yeah, um, but ya know..." he raises his eyes curling his lips before smiling again, this time with a bit of bastardy that makes you run a shiver along your back. "If you are here, on this couch, with me tonight it is because you are probably somehow a freak too."

Touche. You don’t answer, there is no need, just move your gaze from his left eye to the right one before returning to sit composed and lean forward to take the glass between your fingers and drink a sip. 

And then the silence of the night reigns supreme, the only noises in the background are the muffled sound of live music that comes out of the club and the wind that blows and slightly moves the leaves of the hedge that surrounds the terrace.

You don’t feel any discomfort, nor the need to speak to fill that sudden void, just take your time and remain a few minutes bent forward with the drink in hand to observe the drops of condensation that run along the glass, as hypnotized.

You’re feeling good.

You can’t explain it, but you’re really feeling good.

Place the glass again on the coffee table, half empty, before leaning your back, moving into a more comfortable position.

"Are their cocktails good?" 

"Mh?" you turn your head, the guy takes another sip of beer holding the glass from the edge before placing it next to yours.

"Do… you want to taste it?" you ask confused, and he curls his nose denying.

"I prefer the dear, classic, ol’ beer" he smirks.

"Then I don’t understand the question. I mean, yes, they are good but they are nothing special" you don’t take your eyes off the guy who doesn’t reciprocate, the look glued to his glass. "why?"

He leans his head back slightly, looking up, the tip of his tongue comes out of his lips in a spontaneous, thoughtful gesture. It takes several moments for him to respond, as if he was looking for the best way to formulate a delicate sentence.

"Why did you come back to the club?" It’s the first direct question he asks you, but the way you see him nibbling on the inside of his cheek makes you understand that’s probably the question he wanted to ask you right away.

He still doesn’t look you in the eye, but looks around not as if he wants to avoid you but as if he constantly has a mess in his mind, a flow of more thoughts that makes it difficult to focus well on what to say and on the moment.

"I liked your music. You said you play here every Tuesday, and I kept myself free to see you again." Normally you wouldn’t have responded so directly, you would have been vague, you would even have denied yourself a little, but now? You are alone on that terrace, the cheerful expressions always conceal a hint of melancholy that holds your heart hostage, and the way everything puts you so at ease does not make you feel the need to make too many turns of words.

"I wanted to see you again Eddie. Talk like last week, hear you play guitar, have a drink together. You sound interesting. Why are you so…" you can’t find the right words. Surprised? Sceptical? 

He stares at you like he’s looking for something in your face that can tell if you’re lying or not, and when he finally surrenders to the fact that you’re really there for him, he lets go of a tired smile, passing a hand on his face before bursting into a liberating laugh.

"When people come looking for me it’s never to give me good news. it’s usually for my..." hesitates an instant "work, yeah, that’s it. Are you really here for the music?" his tone is suddenly warmer, his lips rippled in a smile that slightly digs his cheeks. You shrug, laughing lightly in turn.

"Come on, you played the best "flight of icarus" I’ve ever heard." 

His face lights up, eyes this time clinging to yours, suddenly light.

"Do you listen to Iron Maiden?"

The rest of the night passes incredibly fast, between discussions about the music, the lyrics of the songs, how he is trying to learn a complicated guitar solo and has almost succeeded but is not quite perfect; about his group of dungeons and dragons, fantasy books and anything you can think of. 

You talk as if the sun should never come up and you’ve known each other your whole lives, pretty sure that time has stopped only for the two of you.

And it is only when the sky begins to change color, starting to dye in light and pink tones that you realize that eternity spent together was nothing more than a matter of a few hours. He stands up and holds out his hand, helping you to do the same.

"Hi!" he whispers when you find yourself a few inches from him.

"Hi!" you respond with a note of euphoria in the voice, the tone just chanted. 

Once again you find yourself dashing your gaze away from his eyes to his lips, but before you get caught up in that sense of invincibility that can make you make a rash gesture the waiter peeks out, retrieving the empty glasses.

"Are you playing next Tuesday?"

"every Tuesday."

And every Tuesday it is.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Sorry 'bout that last one, (I accidentally pressed the wrong button) but here is my 1st request... GenderNeutral!Reader is the new Kid at Hawkins High, is tall (about 1 or heads taller than Eddie), muscular, quiet/reserved, has an intimidating appearance, & is very much a jock, but with lots of Street Smarts. One day the local Jocks are bullying Eddie, but Reader is the only one who defends him. Which obviously leads to a falling out with the other jocks. When they're gone Eddie asks them why they defended him, Reader responds with "No reason" while lightly blushing & averting their gaze. Turns out the New kid is secretly a huge teddy bear & has a thing for the Quirky ones, especially if they have long dark curly hair!

Hi @m00nlight101 this is just a lil drabble but I hope you enjoy it ��

Eddie munson x gender neutral reader.

Warnings: Bullying, a smidge of fluff.

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You had only joined Hawkins high in December but you fitted in with the jock crowd right away.

They liked your muscles and the fact that you were tall, quiet and pretty intimidating.

Not many people knew that you were in fact a secret teddy bear and had a thing for a certain Dungeon master called Eddie Munson who was subject to most of your jock friends' bullying.

So when you saw your friends bullying Eddie you had enough and decided to intervene pulling Jason off him before he could land a punch on Eddie.

Jason looked at you stunned and gradually grew very pissed off.

"What the fuck y/n?". You roll your eyes and push Jason away which causes your other friends to look at you like you betrayed them.

You did not like bullies and hated that they always got away with this shit.

"That's enough. Just leave him alone yeah?".

Jordan scoffs.

"He's a freak, he deserves it, move y/n". When you do not move Jason sneers and leaves you to attend to Eddie who looks at you stunned.

"Why did you help me?". Eddie asks you stunned and you shrug feeling a little bashful.

You couldn't tell him it was because of his pretty brown eyes and curly brown hair that you had a major thing for. So you shrugged and acted nonchalant.

"No reason. See you later Munson". You nod to him and rush away before your feelings can be given away.

[darknights04]

Sacrifice

Summary: Eddie Munson wasn’t used to being loved. And when he was, he didn’t want to risk anything getting in the way. But when he has to travel to another dimension to fight Vecna, will their love persevere? 

Warnings: This story deals with death, spoilers for season 4 of strangers things, and guilt. If any of these topics bother you then do not proceed.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x GenderNeutral!Ginger!Reader

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"The devil has come to America"

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The time had come to commence their plan. The weapons have been made, the kids were dropped off at Henry’s home, and the gate was waiting for them to enter. You had been staring towards the ground, your hand fidgeting with the handle of your trash can lid shield you all made together. 

“Y/N!” Eddie called to you, snapping you out of you trance. “You good, red?” he chuckled.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Sorry, what were you saying, Nancy?”

“I want to run through the plan one more time,” Nancy answered. “Phase one.”

“We meet Erica at the playground,” you recalled, nodding along to prove you were listening. 

“She’ll signal Max and Lucas that we’re ready.”

“Phase two?”

“Max baits Vecna. He’ll go after her which’ll put him in his trance.”

“Phase three?” 

“Y/N, Eddie, and I draw the bats away,” Dustin nodded.

“Four, we head into Vecna’s newly bat-free lair and…”

“Flambé.”

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“Nice,” Dustin nodded as Eddie covered the vent with his shield. All three of you were completely out of breath from the whole ordeal. 

“Thanks,” Eddie nodded breathlessly. You gave him two pats on the back in celebration. As you did, Eddie grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly. A small gesture but neither of you minded. You were too exhausted for anything else. 

“Are there any more vents?” Dustin asked after a few moments of silence.

“Shit!”

As soon as the three turned around to cover up the other exposed vent, a huge wave of bats flew in from the ground and began to swarm the room. 

“Jesus Christ!” You screamed as the three of you began to sprint towards the gate back to their world. 

Dustin went first with the help of the two other teenagers, hoisting him up as far as they could before he climbed the rest of the way himself.

“Go ahead,” You told Eddie, bracing yourself to hoist him up.

“No no no, you first.” 

“You really wanna waste time sitting here arguing about this when we’re about to be eaten alive?” you chuckled dryly. “I can climb up just fine on my own. You can’t do it as quickly. So you go first.”

“Fine,” Eddie eventually sighed, playing his foot on the hand you had rested on your knee and hoisted himself up the rope. “Alright, you next,” he called back down after he got up from the mattress. “Y/N?” Eddie called again when you didn’t respond. “C’mon, red, we’re running out of time here!”

You stood for a moment, watching the bats slowly begin to lose interest in them and turning back.

‘It’s just like Chrissy again.’ You had thought. ‘You turned your back for one second and look what happened to her. You left your mom alone for the first time in her life and the same thing happened again. And now? Steve, Robin, and Nancy need the distraction to be able to fight those things and what do you do? Turn away.’

“Y/N, please!” Eddie begged, hanging onto the makeshift rope so tight that he was almost climbing back up it again. 

Without another thought, you used your spear to slice the rope in half and watched it fall to the floor on both ends of the gate before moving the mattress out of the way.

“Y/N!” Dustin called. “Y/N what are you doing?!”

“They need more time,” you explained, a small, sad smile appearing on your lips. “I plan on giving it to them.”

“No,” Eddie declared simply. “No, we’re not heroes. Remember that? You said that. You said we aren’t the heroes here. Let the others risk their lives, you just come back over here.”

“Maybe I wanna be the hero for a change.” 

You stood for just a second longer before dashing out the door, grabbing Eddie’s old bike and screaming for the bats to follow.

“Shit shit shit shit shit!” Eddie screamed as he scrambled up the remnants of the sheet you had sliced. 

“What are you doing?” Dustin asked.

“What’s it look like? I’m going after them.”

“Eddie, no. We can’t risk you both.”

“Then by all means, Henderson, come with me. We’ll call greater attention to ourselves, grab Y/N, and book it back here. Now we know which vents they can get into so.. We’ll cover them before they get back to it.”

“And how do you suppose we get over there?”

Eddie smirked as he held up the sheets. “They cut us the long end. You know? The sheet you guys tied way longer than you needed to that was pooling down onto the floor?”

“Eddie Munson you genius!” Dustin chuckled.

“Don’t go all awe struck on me yet, kid, we still gotta face Dracula’s hoard, remember?”

And without another word, the two boys threw the remaining sheets back through the gate, testing that it would hold before climbing back to the other side, taking care not to hit the ground as they did before due to the missing mattress. Dustin, however, had his hand slip at the last moment and fell to the ground, calling out in pain as he had hurt his leg. Eddie rushed to his side to help him up, making sure that he was okay before they ran back out of the trailer in the direction they saw the bats flying. 

Meanwhile, you were moving your legs as fast as they would go to bike faster than the bats were flying. All things considered, you were doing a pretty good job. The bats were a decent enough distance away for you to feel confident in yourself. That was until one of them got closer. Close enough that it was able to whip its tail into the front wheel of the bike, stopping it in its tracks and sending you flying off, straight towards the ground. After a few rolls in the dirt, you finally regained your balance enough to stand up. Covered in bumps, scrapes, and bruises, you held your shield in a defensive position to the bats, pulling out your spear, ready to attack once they got too close. 

The bats began to swarm you as you held up your shield, bracing for impact as they hit one by one. Once the swarm had passed, you began to swing your spear, hitting whatever you could reach until eventually, they began to overpower you. You were losing. You knew that. This was the end. No one really knows when they’re going to die but once it comes, you know. 

You were ready. Ready for the bat to tear you down and rip you apart piece by piece. 

‘Is this really enough?’ You thought. ‘Enough to make up for all that misery? Mom, Chrissy,’

Your thoughts got interrupted suddenly when you heard a shout on the other side of the swarm of bats. 

“HEY.. YOU.. GUYS..!” Eddie yelled before jumping into action. Dustin hot on his trail, just a bit slower due to his leg. 

You watched as the bats turned their attention to the more lively prey, forgetting about you for a moment. As they started to charge, Eddie threw his spear at the one leading the charge. It was right through it and hit another two afterwards, making a sort of bat kabab. As he ran towards you, he grabbed his spear off the ground and used his foot to pull the dead bats off the end, offering his hand to you to help you up.

“What was that all about?” you chuckled dryly as you stood.

“It’s the Goonies,” Eddie stated, more as a question. “A bunch of kids on bicycles hunting for treasure? No? Not ringing a bell?” you smiled and shook your head. “Alright, well, I’ll give you a pass since it just came out about a year ago but as soon as we get outta here you’ve gotta promise we’re watching it together.”

“Alright, it’s a date.”

“Hey, lovebirds.” Dustin spoke up. “I get that you’re having a ‘moment’ and all, but we’ve still got some angry bats over here.”

“Fair point, Henderson. Let’s get going.” 

The three of you got your bearings before fighting off a few of the closest bats, giving them some lead ahead the rest as you all sprinted back towards Eddie’s trailer. All things considered, you made it back rather quickly, with hardly a scratch on any of you. Eddie ran towards the vent in the floor that the bats had come through the first time while you slammed the door behind them. 

You let out a sigh of relief until you looked up. You quickly turned around but were even more dismayed to find that you weren’t in Eddie’s trailer at all anymore. You didn’t know where you were. But it only took a moment to realize. While looking around… you heard the chimes. Four chimes, just as Max was talking about. 

You were panicking now. You started looking around, looking for Vecna. You knew he was here somewhere. It was just as Max described. It was his house but… different. Everything was broken apart and floating. Like a puzzle. 

“Apologies for the surprise,” you heard Vecna say, rather smugly. “But Maxine brought up a good point. I let myself be too known. Too obvious. That gave them time to prepare. So… I thought it wise to have a bit of a backup plan.”

It all made sense now. Those voices in your head, the guilt, it had never been you thinking it about yourself. It was him, pretending to be you. Pretending to be your conscious. 

“You and your friends really thought you could win?” He continued. “You thought that you could outsmart me? I knew Maxine’s mind would be guarded. All of you, watching her like a hawk. I stopped in for a moment to let you all think the plan was working. But she’s not who I’m after. At least not right now. Right now it’s you. Unprepared. Unguarded. And able to bend to my will. Here, there’s no one to save you.” 

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Meanwhile, Dustin and Eddie had still been celebrating their little victory. 

“I changed my mind,” Dustin laughed. “THAT, was the most metal ever!” 

“You’re telling me,” Eddie chuckled. “Man, I thought we were goners.” 

“So did I,” Dustin nodded. “Y/N next time you pull that shit, I’m leaving your ass behind.”

“Y/N?” Eddie asked a bit softer than Dustin, approaching you, slowly seeing that you didn’t respond. “Hey, are you okay? We’re safe now, let's book it through that gate.” 

They both looked at each other before approaching the girl slowly. 

“Oh shit, not again!” Eddie shouted when he saw you in a trance, much similar to Chrissy’s. “C’mon, Y/N, snap out of it!”

“Wait,” Dustin started. “They haven’t been under the curse for a week, maybe this is just a warning.”

“If it was a warning they’d be awake right now!”

Eddie began to fumble around in his pockets. Hoping, praying that he had a spare Walkman with him. Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have gone anywhere without it. And now that there’s a monster that can only be stopped by music he decides not to have it on hand?

“Fuck!” Eddie shouted when he came up empty in his search. He then decided to go back to shouting your name, shaking your shoulders to see if he could get a response. “Call the others!”

Dustin nodded as he pulled out his walkie, screaming for the others to answer. 

“Y/N, please!” Eddie begged. “Listen to my voice, okay? You can make it out of this I know you can! Do you want me to sing for you? I will do it. I’ve got some Corroded Coffin songs tucked under my sleeve if you want.” By this point, he could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. You had still been unresponsive. Nothing was working. 

“Listen,” Eddie continued. “I know that being with me isn’t the easiest thing in the world. Nor is liking me. Hell the first time we hung out in four years I made you into a wanted criminal. But I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry that I’m different from everyone else, than all your other friends. But I can be better, okay? I promise. Whatever you want. Just come back to me.”

When he still didn’t get a response, Eddie felt the tears fall from his eyes and slowly roll down his cheeks. He angled himself a bit further away from Dustin so the boy wouldn’t notice. He hasn’t felt this vulnerable in front of anyone in years. Dustin didn’t need to see him like this.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie continued. “I’m sorry that.. that I never said it back. I was scared. Anything I’ve ever admitted that I loved has been taken from me faster than I could even imagine. But Y/N… I love you. I love you so much that I don’t know how to process it. I have loved you ever since I saw your bright red hair sitting in front of me in 7th grade. Ever since I saw you in that talent show, and saw how you looked up at me while I was performing. I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you, Red… Don’t leave me now.”

Eddie continued to cry while he held your shoulders in his hands. After a few more moments you began to rise. Eddie’s eyes went wide as he tried everything he could to pull you back down.

“HENDERSON DO SOMETHING!” He screamed.

Dustin looked back towards you and his eyes went wide seeing you lifted off the ground. “Holy shit!” He screamed before pulling his walkie back up to his mouth. “Hey guys we need some help here like NOW!”

“WE’RE TRYING!” Robin yelled through the other end. “Just stall for another minute. We can do this.”

“WE DON’T HAVE ANOTHER MINUTE!” Dustin screamed back. “WE’RE OUT OF TIME OVER HERE!”

Eddie’s cries turned into sobs when nothing he did woke you. All he could do now is hope and pray to whatever god that was listening to make you okay. 

Suddenly, the bats outside pushed through another air vent. 

“SHIT!” Dustin screamed. As the bats flew into the room, the two teenagers heard the first bone crack.

“No!” Eddie cried. “Please no!”

“Eddie, we've gotta go!”

“No, I won't leave them!”

“Eddie, please!”

Your bones continued to crack one by one. Each crack made Eddie wince more and more and caused more tears to flow from his eyes. Dustin began to frantically ward off the bats with his spear, knowing he wouldn’t have any help from the other boy. 

As your last bone finally cracked, Eddie sobbed when he saw your eyes pulled into your head and you fall to the ground, straight into his awaiting arms. 

As you fell from the sky, so did the remaining bats. Dustin watched confused as they all had dropped suddenly, there being nothing visible to have caused such a thing. Once he looked back towards the two older teens, his heart dropped. 

Eddie could be seen cradling your now disfigured face in his arms, holding you close to his chest as he sobbed. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he could be heard saying. 

A few moments passed before Robin’s voice could be heard over the walkie again. “Did it work?” She asked breathlessly. No one answered. “Dustin? Eddie? Do you copy?”

More moments of silence passed by before Dustin slowly lifted his walkie again. “Yeah… yeah I copy,” he responded. Little emotion being heard.

“Did it work?” Robin repeated. “Is Y/N okay?”

All Dustin could do was cry. He didn’t know how to form the right words to express what they just witnessed. He couldn’t even try. 

“Dustin! Is Y/N okay? Where are they?”

“Dustin!” Steve could be heard over the walkie. “You’d better answer this walkie or so help me god!”

“Eddie, I’m so sorry,” was the only thing Dustin could get out through his sobs. “We didn’t know.”

“I know,” Eddie sniffed. His sobs have subsided into silent tears now. “There was nothing you could've done.”

The three on the other end of the walkie went quiet when they realized what the silence must have meant. They all knew this mission was dangerous. But it was over now… or so they all thought.

…

Max….. 

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine dancing with Eddie and making it known that you’re both in love…

You, Robin and Steve had agreed to chaperone the kids to their first school dance where their lives weren’t being threatened by a creature from the Upside Down. Now that you were standing on the side and watching them have the time of their life, Robin wanted to have some fun and join in. She was making valid points all of which Steve was attempting to deny.

You were listening to the first three-minutes when your eyes scoured through the sea of heads to check on the people you had brought… only you were distracted when a familiar pair of dark eyes found yours.

Eddie Munson had dressed himself to be school dance appropriate without losing who he was by swapping the traditional suit blazer with his signature vest. 

When he approached, he stretched out his hand. “May I?”

Taking his offer, you slipped your palm into his and let him pull you close. He gave you a small chuckle and gently swayed you away from the arguing friends and deeper onto the dancefloor. It was like the whole world melted away into the background as Eddie’s round, brown eyes stared at you like you were the only being in existence.

“I don’t know how I got so lucky.” He whispered, leaning in to brush his nose against yours. The touch was so light but it intoxicated you nonetheless, so you closed your eyes to take it in as you both swayed to the music in your own rhythm.

You would have stayed like this for the whole night if two pairs of dancing shoes hadn’t made themselves known. You opened your eyes and turned to the source of the sound, noticing Steve and Robin spinning their way over.

“Hey, you might want to cool it on the heart eyes. Everyone’s staring.” Steve suggested only to yelp when Robin smacked him in the shoulder and led him away.

You chuckled and then focused on the boy in front of you, holding him just a bit more tightly. “I think I’m happy right here.”

Glassy-eyed, Eddie smiled and moved in to capture your lips with his.

If you were ever stuck in the Upside Down, you knew that this - this exact moment - would be your lifeline back home.

Song inspiration - Stay by Song2Piano

A/n: Yep, I’ve hopped aboard the Eddie Munson bandwagon.

~ More imagines here ~

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

The Second Solo

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for Season 4, Volume 2 below. Violence, angst, romance, danger. 

Summary: You’re no hero but you’ll be damned to leave anyone in danger.

You were pissed that the plan was failing and then he cut the rope. He, Eddie Munson, left you and Dustin stranded on the safe side of Hawkins to ‘buy more time’ and you’ve never felt more fear and anger towards him.

You stormed away from the portal and into Eddie’s room where you walked to his back wall and pulled his guitar off the wall. Strapping it to your back, you returned to the front and grabbed the nearest chair, placing it on the mattress.

“What are you doing? Y/n, please. Don’t leave me here too.” Dustin begged tearfully as he watched you step onto the unstable apparatus.

Your heart wrenched at his voice but you had to do this. Vecna had taken enough.

“I’m getting that dumbass back.” You told him. “Stay here, Dustin.”

Bending your knees, you used the bounce of Eddie’s mattress as a springboard then lifted off the chair and jumped as high as you could, digging your nails into the vined portal opening and clawing your way back through. Dustin was still shouting at you but it became an echo when the gravity of the Upside Down sucked you in and you crashed on the hardwood floor of the trailer on the other side. You let out a small scream as your whole back felt the impact and summoned every ounce of strength to roll over and get to your feet. 

Avoiding the vines of the hive mind, you rushed outside the trailer and then climbed up onto the roof. Gasping for some air and energy when you reached the top, you looked out and saw the bats encircling what you could only make out to be Eddie as he stood his ground.

Steve specifically told all of you to not be the hero and yet, Eddie made his call to protect you and Dustin. If you survived this, you were going to remind him hourly that it was his heart that made him a hero, not his actions. 

Pulling his guitar over your shoulder, you plugged it into the speaker system. Tightening your grip, you took in a deep breath and ran your fingers down the strings to create a shock of sound that rattled the bats.

Then you began to play the only song you knew - the one that Eddie spent long nights and weekends teaching you - You Give Love A Bad Name by Bon Jovi.

As soon as the soundwaves echoed, you saw the bats stop swooping for Eddie and turn in your direction to where your fingers tried their best not to mess up. You weren’t as good as Eddie but you were enough for now.

There was an odd sound below that sounded like a crash from inside the trailer. As you played, you heard the door open and footsteps limp their way out with some pained groans.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dustin screamed from below. He saw the bat swarm on their way to you.

You kept playing, determined to keep their focus and shouted back at Dustin hoping that it was loud enough. 

“You want to help? Get to Eddie!” You instructed, wincing as your fingers began to cramp. “And do not argue with me!”

Dustin glanced at the bats again. They were only a few seconds away. “Shit!”

You strummed at the short guitar solo using the memory of Eddie pressing kisses into your neck when you practiced as a step-by-step guide. 

A bat flew right past your face… then another and another until the whole cauldron was upon you.

Your fingers hurt but you couldn’t stop and risk them coming after Dustin. The bats circled like a collective predator ready to pounce the second you blinked while their screeches rattled your ears. Their wings were spread wide blocking out most of the already-darkened sky but you managed to catch a brief glimpse of Dustin reaching Eddie and helping him to his feet.

They must have done a number on him from the way his silhouette was hunched over you thought when a stinging pain came from your ankle. Looking down, your heart felt like it stopped when you saw a bat digging its fangs into the flesh above the bone. Letting out an involuntary shriek, you grabbed the handle of guitar and slammed the base against the creature repeatedly. 

The lack of music seemed to have broken their pattern of circling as if it acted like a force field and they started their assault. They came towards you, hissing and snarling, in twos or threes attempting to nip at anything. You swung the guitar in front and knocked two bats in the head just as two claws dug into your back, its mouth quickly following suit. You screamed as your skin was torn and reached back to grab and pull it off. The movement left your front open and another two creatures dove into your middle and thigh. A few more swooped at your face, missing their marks and leaving gashes behind.

There was no proper way to fight these dark things in the quantity that they came in and all you could really do was flail to remove the ones that hurt the most. And you hoped that your angry, pained shouts would help in some way. 

Your body was on fire, limbs weakening with each swat and grab, you could taste and smell the blood in the air - this was it for you.

Then…

         the bats fell.

You weren’t sure what miracle had struck but the large majority of agony in your body ceased immediately as they began to crash atop the trailer roof. Then they started to fall on you and you pushed their cold, clammy bodies away in disgust. You started to feel the exhaustion kick in and the open wounds made you physically ill. 

Clutching your stomach, you felt blood soaking your shirt and dropped to your knees. You needed to breathe - you needed Eddie. 

You looked up to where you last saw the pair only to find that the area was empty and vine-trodden. Perhaps, they escaped or took shelter. It was a more comforting thought than them being killed so you closed your eyes and accepted it as the truth even if it meant that you’d never see them again.

“Hey, down here.” Eddie’s voice called out from beneath.

Startled, you opened your eyes and followed the sound to the young man limping towards the trailer. Beaten and bitten and bleeding, just staring at Eddie made you remember exactly why you did this. Nothing shone brighter in the dark than Eddie’s eyes or warmed you more than his smile. 

Carefully, you crawled to the edge of the trailer roof and swung your legs around each movement squeezing a sound of pain from your lips.

“I’ve got you.” Eddie ushered, now much closer and his arms spread wide, ready to catch you.

Ignoring the open flesh wound in your palm, you pushed off and landed in the right spot, legs buckling as the adrenaline wore off. Eddie kept you close and took in a deep breath of relief.

“That was some guitar work. You must have had a good teacher.” He teased finding some light even in a situation like this.

You managed a small smile before your head leaned forward and you rested it against his shoulder whispering your reply. “The best.”

You felt him press a kiss into your hair and nothing could have made you feel safer in the Upside Down.

Dustin limped over and kicked one of the bat corpses. “When we get back, we’re going to have a serious talk about this stupid ‘hero complex’ that you both have. And leaving me behind? What were you think-”

You were too tired to lift your head and say anything so you grabbed Dustin by the shoulder and pulled him into the hug. You would honestly do the whole thing again if you had to.

The moment of peace lasted for a brief second or two before the ground shook violently. Eddie tightened his grip around you and the three of you stumbled onto the streets.

“Shit. What was that?” Dustin asked as he stepped away and looked out onto the horizon. No answer was needed when four bursts of red light ignited the sky from different areas of Hawkins, one from the trailer that you were going to use to escape.

Gathering strength, you lifted your head while keeping hold of Eddie. That’s when a sinking feeling gnawed into your stomach as you realised why the portals were exploding - Vecna won.

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A/n: I’m actively ignoring the events after Eddie cuts the rope in the trailer. Hope this patches some cracks in your heart. 

Also, I don’t say it enough but I love you all so much x

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Imagine Eddie expressing his concern when you’re ready to leap into danger…

A/n - For my Eddie Munson lovers. No spoilers for Volume 2.

The situation wasn’t ideal but Vecna needed to be stopped and you knew that your long-time friend couldn’t wander into the Upside Down by himself and handle it by himself - despite what he said.

“I’ll go with Steve. Better to have all hands on deck.” You noted, adjusting your jacket and mentally prepping for the fight ahead. You thought it was the obvious decision to go with him into the mouth of the beast given the past experience you had with demigorgons and mind-flayers but, as it was quickly made evident, Eddie didn’t quite agree.

“Whoa, hang on a second. What? You’re going back there?” He said, raising a hand to halt your movement.

You frowned, caught a little off guard at the outburst. “Kind of need to if we’re going to defeat Vecna.”

“But why you?” Eddie’s voice raised an octave which made you pause.

Steve looked at Nancy and then at you. “Why don’t we take a few minutes before heading out?” He suggested.

You sent him a small nod and watched as he ushered himself and Nancy to furthest room available.

Now completely alone, you finally noticed how distressed Eddie was. You weren’t sure if it was the plan or their impending fate but something was off.

“Are you okay?”

Eddie shook his head. “Pretty far from okay, actually.” He said with a slight snap in his tone. “This is all insane. I’m way more scared than I should be.”

“Hey, I’m afraid too…” you tried to comfort but Eddie turned his head to look at you.

“Not like this. My palms are sweaty and it’s like my heart will fail every time I think about you-” he paused for a second and recomposed himself. “I wasn’t any help to Chrissy when she- and now you’re walking right into the lions den and…”

Eddie began to tremble nervously and fell quiet, just shaking his head as the bad thoughts came in waves making his eyes glisten with tears.

You recognised the paralysing fear to be similar to when you first encountered the Upside Down monsters. Reaching out, you took his hand and stroked the back. It took a little while but it seemed to take an effect as Eddie’s breathing slowed.

“I’ll be okay. I won’t be alone, we have some weapons and a decent shot at hurting Vecna.” You reassured him.

His brows creased, hand now squeezing your fingers. Then he met your eyes. “What if something goes wrong?”

A valid question, you didn’t bring headphones or a cassette tape. Racking your brain, you looked around the room and found a spare Walkman on the table. Stepping away from Eddie briefly, you grabbed the device, clicked a button to rewind the tape inside and brought it back.

Lifting it up, thumb hovering above the ‘record’ button, you looked at Eddie with a hopeful smile. “Sing something. It can be my lifeline back if Vecna gets in my head.”

“You don’t know it’ll work.” Eddie reminded.

You glanced at the device, smile falling a little. “I don’t. But I know that I’d rather hear your voice in my final moments.”

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