#eddie mundon x you

[rae0fsunsh1ne]

Y’all know those Taylor Swift friendship bracelets?

I want to make an Eddie Munson one but I need suggestions. Any ideas????

[girasollake]

i almost lost you | e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x fem! reader

requested: yes

summary: reader is the first to jump into the lake and she gets very injured by the bats which causes her to pass out, her boyfriend eddie is worried that he will lose her

warnings: mentions of blood, injuries from bats, curse words

type: angst/fluff

a/n: kinda enjoyed writing this one, my eddie phase is consuming me, hope you’ll like it<3

word count: 1890

‘So what’s the plan?’ Robin asked looking at the dark water.

‘Well, someone has to go down there.’ (Y/n) answered smoothly. ‘And since none of you are thrilled, I guess I have to do it.’

‘Uh, uh, hell no. You’re not going first.’ Eddie grabbed her hand.

‘Do you wanna do it Eds?’ She tilted her head and his eyes widened. ‘Mhm, that’s what I thought. See you guys in a bit.’

She snatched her hand from Eddie and dived into the depths of the Lover’s Lake.

‘GOD DAMN IT!’ He screamed and tried to catch her but she was already gone.

The whole time she was down there searching for the stupid gate her boyfriend was scared shitless. He wondered how could she hold her breath for such a long time and his mind thought of the worst. But suddenly, her head popped out of the water and all of his worries disappeared.

‘I found it.’ She said while she was trying to catch her breath.

She swam forward to hold the boat but something tugged on her leg.

‘What was that?’ Steve asked and leaned closer to the edge of the boat.

‘I don’t kno-‘ (Y/n) said when she grabbed the boat, she didn’t get to finish her sentence because this something pulled her underwater.

They screamed and tried to grasp her hands but they weren’t on the boat anymore. Eddie and Robin started panicking, he wanted to jump after her but he was too scared.

‘We have to do something!’ Robin’s scream echoed throughout the lake.

Nancy looked at Steve and when he gave her a nod they both jumped into the water.

‘Fucking! Son of a bitch!’ Eddie screamed.

‘It’s your girlfriend! Do something!’

‘Fuck this shit!’ He hissed and jumped overboard, Robin following him a second later.

They swam quickly towards the big red opening at the bottom. In his mind, Eddie feared the worst. When he appeared on the other side he was frightened because of what he saw. The ugly, mortifying bats were eating the flesh of his girlfriend and one of them was choking her. He saw Nancy and Steve helping her with some oars so he grabbed one to and started hitting them one by one. When they finally got rid of them he ran towards (Y/n). He was thankful she was standing, at least she could move and her wounds couldn’t be that bad. At least that’s what he thought, the reality was much worse.

‘I told you to not go down!’ He hugged her quickly.

‘Yeah..’ She croaked. ‘You didn’t want to go so I went.’

He pulled away from her and took a better look at her bloodied face and the scar on her neck. Then he slowly lifted her shirt and he wished he hadn’t. Bite marks were splattered all over her stomach, dark blood leaking out of each one.

‘That bad?’ She asked when she saw everyone staring at her stomach.

‘No..No!’ Nancy said. ‘It’s fine, you’re gonna be okay.’

She tried her best to reassure the injured girl because those wounds didn’t look okay at all. Nancy didn’t want to tell her bad stuff, she needed her to be strong.

‘Um… guys? I think it’s time for us to go.’ Steve said and gave a nod towards the sky where an army of bats was flying towards them.

The group started running away to the woods. (Y/n) didn’t have much strength but she needed to get somewhere safe. When they had found the perfect spot Nancy offered to patch her up. She tore apart some of her clothing and carefully wrapped it around (Y/n)’s stomach. After some rest, the girl said she’s okay and they can continue walking, they had already decided to go to Nancy’s house and get some guns. Throughout the whole journey (Y/n)’s body was giving up on her more and more. She didn’t want to say anything to Eddie, she knew how much he was scared for her and worrying him wouldn’t do much good. When they had finally reached their destination she felt the worst pain yet. She grabbed her stomach and bended her body forwards.

‘Hey, hey what’s happening?’ Eddie was immediately at her side holding her up.

‘No-nothing, just..hurts.’ She mumbled between her deep sighs.

‘Nancy can we lay her down somewhere?’

‘There is a sofa over there. Watch out for the vines!’ She replied and pointed her finger towards the living room.

‘Eds, I can’t…it hurts so much..’

‘You’re gonna be fine! Just a few more steps baby…’ He said and suddenly her body went numb. ‘(Y/n)? (Y/n) baby? Oh god. Fuck.’

He hurried towards the couch and placed her body on it. His hands grabbed her face and started tapping it lightly. He was terrified but he checked her pulse, she was alive.

‘Hey, (Y/n), can you hear me baby? Please wake up, (Y/n) please.’

Nancy came over and looked at her wounds after she had took of the “bandaid”.

‘Oh no.’ She whispered. ‘Steve go to the kitchen and see if there is a first aid kit!’

The boy hurried towards the room and started searching for the item. Meanwhile Eddie was trying to not have a panic attack and stay calm.

‘Is she gonna be okay? Please tell me she’ll be okay.’ He said, his voice slightly breaking. ‘I can’t lose her, I can’t lose her like this..’

‘I think she’ll be okay Eddie, we have to disinfect the wounds and bandage her up first.’ She took the first aid kit from Steve who had just returned. ‘Move over there’ She nodded her head towards the other edge of the couch.

Eddie scooted over to the side and grabbed (Y/n)’s legs. He felt something warm and lifted his hand.

‘Wheeler?’ He whispered and Nancy turned her head.

She looked at his hand covered in blood and then her eyes wandered to (Y/n)’s legs.

‘Take off her pants, quickly.’ She said. ‘Robin, Steve you go upstairs and look for something useful, I should have the guns in my closet in a shoe box. I’ll meet you up there as soon as I finish.’

They both ran upstairs while Eddie wiggled (Y/n) out of her pants. The view wasn’t exactly pleasant to the eye. He didn’t say anything, he just stood there with wide eyes while he was scanning all the wounds on his girlfriend’s body. Nancy told him to help her which he did immediately. They quickly bandaged her belly again after Nancy had disinfected it, then she looked at the girl’s legs and swallowed a huge lump in her throat, it was worse than she had thought. She didn’t respond to Eddie’s questions anymore, she just wanted to stop the blood from leaving (Y/n)’s body as soon as possible. When she finished her job she hesitantly placed two fingers on her neck and after she felt the pulse she gave a sigh of relief.

‘Stay here with her and check for her pulse occasionally. I’ll go help the others upstairs.’ She said and smiled at him softly.

Eddie just nodded his head and took a seat on the floor. He started stroking (Y/n)’s hair with one hand and he used the other to hold hers. And suddenly everything occurred to him, he understood how real this situation was, how close he was to losing her. He would never forgive himself if that happened, she was his happy place, his sunshine, without her he wouldn’t be himself. She had helped him unlock things about himself he hadn’t known about. She had been there for him when he had needed her most and she had always stood up for him. A quiet sob escaped him and a few tears rolled down his cheeks. He caressed her face and kissed her cheek.

‘Please don’t leave me, you’re all I have.’ He whispered in her ear and buried his face in her hair. ‘I will never love again if I lose you, you showed me what being in love feels like and it’s better than all the fucking drugs and shit.’

He placed his fingers on her neck, she was still alive which gave him hope and he kept trying to wake her up. His face was still in her hair, he was smelling her shampoo and perfumes. Eddie placed one of his hands on her chest, he felt it slowly lifting and falling while he was whispering sweet words and pleadings to her.

‘I could give up everything to meet you again, I would sell my music tapes, my rings,  my car.” He said sniffling. ‘I would even get rid of my guitar if it meant spending the eternity with you so please, please come back to me, I love you so much.’

He heard a soft chuckle and his head shot up. (Y/n)’s tired eyes were looking straight into his and a soft smile was plastered on her face. He wanted to squeeze her tightly but he knew it wasn’t the best idea so he just went back to his previous spot and nuzzled into her neck.

‘I’m not leaving you so soon, don’t worry pretty boy.’

‘God, I thought I lost you.’ He whispered, another sob escaping his mouth.

‘Hey, hey, baby…’ She turned her head and tried to look at him. ‘Please don’t cry, I’m here. I’ll always be with you.’ She lifted her hand and placed it on his cheek.

He melted into her touch and closed his eyes.

‘I’m gonna be okay Eds, I’m not going anywhere.’

‘I was so scared.. You have no idea how much you mean to me, I can’t even put it into words.’ He sniffled and hugged her again.

‘I think I might have an idea since you wanted to get rid of your best girl for me.’

‘My guitar is nothing compared to you and you know YOU are my best girl.’ He gave her a quick peck and started stroking her cheek with his thumb.

‘I know.’ She whispered and gave him a smirk. ‘And why the fuck am I almost naked?’

Eddie laughed and wiped away his tears.

‘Don’t you rather be almost naked than bleeding out?’ He asked.

‘Mhm, fair.’ She mumbled.

‘I’m sorry.’ She heard Eddie whisper.

‘What?? What are you sorry for?’ A confused expression was written on her face.

‘I should’ve gone down. None of this would’ve happened if I wasn’t a coward.’

‘Eddie, you’re not a coward, stop saying that.’ She shook her head.

‘All of this is my fault.’

‘No. Don’t say that Eddie, come here.’ He rested his head on her arm, her other hand was stroking his messy hair. ‘You are my hero, Eddie. If you hadn’t helped me and talked to me, who knows what could’ve happened? Please don’t blame yourself for this, it could’ve happened to any of us. Okay?’

‘Mhm.’ He mumbled.

‘I love you Eddie and I’m so thankful that you’re here and so proud that you jumped and tried to save me. You did your best, baby.’ (Y/n)’s sweet voice finally calmed him down.

‘Thank you.’ He looked at her with puffy eyes.

‘You have nothing to thank me for, I should be the one thanking you.’ She said and kissed the tip of his nose. ‘You saved me. As always.’

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Time For Finals - Eddie Munson

Words: 3.3k+ Type: Smut Summary: You help Eddie study, but he gets distracted. Warnings: Fem!Reader [no mentions of race or body type]. SMUT (minors DNI): fingering, dom!eddie, orgasm delay, pleading. A very long build-up to the smut (sorry).

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It’s that time of the year once more. Time for Finals. It's weeks away, in fact.

You’re not one to really freak out when it comes to this. You’re a good student. Whereas for your boyfriend… Not so much.

Eddie is... different. You know it and you like to tell that to everyone that might be interested. He has failed to finish high school two times, but you really think that he is more than capable of finishing it. His biggest issue is simply that he doesn’t like to study. It's a common thing with many teenagers, and, because of that, you’re ready to help him this time.

Not too late after you two started dating, you’ve declared yourself as the one who will help him graduate this damned year. Even if it's just for him to actually have the graduation ceremony that he fantasizes so much about and all the other things he wants to do there - which list grows by the day, at this point.

But, here’s the catch. You don’t know why, but you thought that this task wouldn’t take too long to achieve. You thought that it would be easy. You just needed to help him ace his finals and you know he’s capable of doing all of that. So... what changed?

A dramatic whine rips through the bedroom's silence, making you roll your eyes. You look up from your History book to Eddie, laying in his bed and on his stomach with his face in between his pillows. You let out a simple sigh and wait for him to finish his dramatics.

“This is so boring.” He groans, voice muffled from the pillows.

“Eddie, come on.” You huff, “The more you whine, the more time we’ll spend on this.”

He doesn't move, but you continue to look at your boyfriend. He’s still with the clothes that he wore to school, so he probably isn’t that comfortable on the bed. His face has completely disappeared in the middle of the pillows and all you see, really, is his hair, funnily enough. 

You continue seated next to his body, looking at him as if you’re counting how much time he will take to notice that you’re not giving up. That and whenever he’ll have to move around in bed because leather and spikes can't be that comfortable.

Almost right after you think that, Eddie has that exact problem and rolls on the bed to now lay on his back. His eyes find you right away and he offers you a sweet grin. The same one he uses to get out of trouble with you, every time.

“Can’t we do this like… tomorrow?” He asks, sounding sincere.

“That's what we agreed on yesterday.” You remind him.

Eddie closes his eyes in realization and lets out one of those dramatic breaths again.

“We have to do this.” You tell him softly, “And then we’re done. For the whole rest of the day.”

He reopens his eyes to look at you and think about his options while admiring your face. He scootches a little further from you and then taps the bed beside him, telling you to lay down with him.

You do as he wants, laying on your stomach beside him, not caring enough to smooth down your clothes, which most possibly have moved a lot with all of your sitting and laying.

Eddie turns his head to you while you hold yourself up by your elbows, and you set the History book in front of you, right by the pillows. You look back at him and admire his face as well, doe brown eyes looking right back at you.

“Can we do it tomorrow?” He asks again, his voice much, much softer, almost as if he’s trying to enchant you in some way. “Please?”

You stare at him lovingly, listening to his every word, and Eddie finds some sort of hope growing in his heart.

“No.” You tell him. “Finals are in 2 weeks, Eddie. I’m not letting you fail.”

“But what if I do fail?” He asks curiously, but, deep down, teasingly.

“I’ll be disappointed.” You tell him straightforwardly.

“There’s always next year.” He teases you, granting him a smack on the shoulder.

“You are graduating this year, don’t you dare say those things.” You say mid-smack.

Eddie sits up quickly, totally out of nowhere, and you look up at him. He looks down at you, masking his real emotions from his face with more of his theater skills. He has this sort of confused and hurt expression on his face.

“You wouldn’t wait for me if I failed this year?” He asks.

You smile at his performance and simply shake your head (insincerely) with a tight-lipped grin. Eddie’s jaw falls and he brings his hands to the left side of his chest, acting as if he’s clutching onto his cracking heart. He groans in fake pain and even frowns as if you had actually physically hurt him. The fictitious pain grows worse and worse every second as his heart shatters more and more.

You? Well, all you do is stare, really. And as the show continues, you begin to open back your history book in front of you. You change pages, back to where you left off 2 days ago.

Eddie falls back to the bed with, now, his broken heart and hands still clutching onto the pieces. You give him a look, and he doesn’t change his expression. The show is still going.

“Page 80, Munson. Let’s go.” You tell him.

He lifts his hands from his chest in defeat and sighs, slightly disappointed that it didn’t work to get you distracted enough. He extends his hand toward you, and you smile as you pass him the book. He grabs onto the history book and hovers it over his face as he begins to read.

You look at him as he does it and lay your cheek on your fist, trying to get comfortable.

“You studied those, right?” You ask him, “Like I told you to?”

“Of course.” He scoffs.

You smile and lean in closer to him. You lay your chin on his shoulder and he continues to read the pages he absolutely only read half off before dozing off to sleep 2 days ago.

“So you know everything?” You test him.

“Duh.” He sends you a look.

“Seriously. Is there something that you don’t understand? I can help.”

Now that makes him go silent. His eyes move through the page, moving from word to word, trying to remember if there was anything that made him confused when he first read them. The truth is, if he could, Eddie would say “a little bit of everything” but he knows that you need specifics to be able to actually help him.

He changes pages, and you look at him as he does it. You don’t speak, not wanting to distract him as he looks for what he needs.

“This.” He points.

You look over at the page he’s pointing at.

“I did not understand anything about this.”

Secretly, it’s what made him fall asleep all those days ago. The words didn’t make sense to him. The historical events were described in an unnecessarily hard way and, no matter how many times he tried to read them and understand them, he just didn’t. And that is what made him fall asleep.

You grab the book from his hands and quickly sit up. You sit on your knees, heels to your butt as you hold the book in your hands. Eddie stares at you sitting high, right next to his laying body. You stare at the pages with attention, and Eddie watches as a concentrated frown cutely overtakes your face.

“Okay.” You say to yourself, “So, I’ll give you an overall summary of it first, and then, I’ll add the details that probably will be on the test, okay?”

He nods at you. 

You open your mouth and begin to speak. You make sure that the words you use are simple, almost as if you are explaining the whole thing to a child. Not in a demeaning way, of course, but in a way to make it seem just as simple as it really is without all of the small details.

Eddie listens to you attentively, and you continue to be so careful to not break his attention, looking him right in the eyes whenever you look down at your book to assure yourself that what you're saying is correct.

What you’re saying, in the end, makes absolute sense, and Eddie understands it right away. He nods for you to continue when you sometimes add a small question - a test to see if he is listening - and you keep on going.

“Did any of this make sense?” You ask him and he assures you with a nod.

You turn the page to start with the details. As you read quickly from your book where to start your new explanation, Eddie’s eyes scan you. Your thighs are exposed by your skirt. It has moved a little when you moved to sit up. He stares at the flesh like he’s in a trance while you sit there in silence.

He'll never get over the sight of seeing you in skirts. A blessing to anyone's eyes, really.

You open your mouth to speak again and look up at him to find Eddie staring. You snap your fingers in front of him, and he comes back to reality, looking right back up at your face. And, with that, you begin explaining the harder part of the historic event.

Eddie tries his best to keep up with what you’re saying, and you sometimes even repeat explanations of certain people’s involvement. He nods the whole way through.

You turn the page again and keep on with your explanation. Mid-sentence, you feel something warm on your knee. You don’t stop and just look down to see how, without looking, Eddie laid his hand on your knee. His thumb moves side to side, smoothing over your silky skin, and, still, you keep on going.

“And that is mostly it.” You finish.

You and Eddie move along. You ask him some questions here and there to make sure he knows the easier parts you’re learning, which, to your relief, he answers all of them correctly. And right as he finds another part of the book which he doesn’t understand, you do the whole thing you just did, again.

Eddie points at another page by the fifth time, and you patiently grab the book again and do as you’ve done before. This time, he isn’t paying attention. Eddie’s just nodding to what seems right to do so.

His hand has stayed on your knee for long enough for you to not even notice when he moves it slightly more to one side or another, you just keep on with your talking. Whenever you’re not looking at him, Eddie’s looking right at your thighs again or how your boobs look on the tanktop you’re wearing.

His hand moves away from your knee over to the inner side of your thigh carefully and slowly. His touch is warm and soft, you don’t say or do anything to stop him.

You change pages and lay down your book in front of you. Eddie’s hand lays still now at the top of your thigh, right at the start of your skirt. His fingers move discreetly and go under the fabric. You sit back straight before continuing to add the details.

You look over at Eddie as soon as you feel his hand already under the fabric of your skirt. You stop talking this time and bring your hand to grab Eddie’s wrist, but his hand doesn’t stop moving - his fingers still caress your skin like before.

“Are you listening to me?” You ask him and he nods, “Eddie, I’m serious.”

“Me too.” He says.

Eddie never had problems understanding this side of history, that’s why he chose this page in the first place. He’s a little mean for interrupting your tutoring, but not to the point of destroying his progress in history class.

“Then why is your hand in between my thighs?” You ask him, still holding his wrist.

“I just like having it there.” He shrugs, and you can’t help but chuckle. “Keep going, I was listening.”

With a sigh, you do as told and it doesn’t even take you a full pair of seconds to know how your studying plans have gone right out of the window.

Eddie's hand tries to move higher and higher up your thigh, and you continue to say everything that he needs to know. All just in case some words actually do get into his brain while he does this.

Eddie looks up to check on you, and you roll your eyes at him. His hand moves just a tiny bit more, and you move one of your thighs to the side, parting them and letting Eddie’s hand now move freely up and down the inside of your leg. As soon as he does it, you feel shivers run down your spine as his cold rings touch your inner thighs.

You move to a few other pages, and Eddie’s hand completely disappears under your skirt. You try to control your breathing, but feel his thumb smooth down your slit over your underwear. Your hands move to grab Eddie’s wrist again, but you stop yourself.

His fingers move on top of your underwear, at first, so light as if they're hovering, but, at one point, he finally makes some pressure. Your jaw clenches slightly, and Eddie’s grin reappears on his face. He lifts his fingers and grabs onto your underwear, pulling it to the side.

His pointer finger moves, without any hesitation, through your folds and moves up and down your slit. Your wetness quickly coats the pad of his finger, and the words have finally stopped coming out of your mouth. His middle finger begins to move with the other, collecting your wetness as it covers his digits.

Your eyes move back to Eddie, and his other hand moves to hold onto the fabric of your skirt.

“Move closer.” He tells you.

You do as told and move on your knees, letting the coldness of the room touch your uncovered pussy. Eddie’s fingers come back as you now are more than at his reach, sitting right at the height of his chest.

“Hold this.”

You hold the fabric of your skirt and, just like that, Eddie’s fingers slide inside of you with ease. You let out a weak breathy moan, and Eddie’s eyes watch as your cunt swallows his fingers. They come out glistening with wetness, and he groans out loud.

He moves his fingers in and out of you slowly, watching them disappear and appear again, enjoying the way your walls squeeze them. He hears you let out a gasp for each of the times his fingers reach inside of you. He knows you want him to start moving faster, but he can’t help but want to enjoy the view for a little while longer.

Your hips move to meet his fingers whenever they move upwards, and Eddie smiles at the sight. He meets your movements with his hand, just like you want it, and small moans start coming out of your mouth as pleasure finally starts to consume your whole body.

“Ride my fingers, baby. Go on.” He tells you.

His order makes you move faster, just at the rhythm you’ve been wanting since he started. Eddie helps you by moving his fingers with you, and the sounds coming out of your mouth begin to get louder. Eddie curves his fingers and matches their rhythm to your movements, blessing his ears with the squelching sound that breaks the lack of noise in the room.

Your moans begin to be louder as well, and Eddie slides in his third finger with ease. They go deep in you and appear shining with your juices all the way down to his knuckles. Eddie stares at all of it as if he’s staring at paradise on Earth.

“Eddie...” You moan breathlessly.

He smiles and speeds up. The sounds of squelching worsen, and your body warms as you first notice the sound, making you even wetter. You grip onto your skirt, and Eddie notices how your boobs move with your ups and downs under your tank top a little too freely. He, in a quick movement, pulls down the fabric from your cleavage and exposes your boobs, with a clear lack of a bra.

You prefer to take out your shirt, and Eddie gladly watches as you grab onto it. He holds the skirt for you but, right as you bring your hands up to take the tank top off and throw it, he speeds up his fingers.

You let out a loud moan, shirt now off but you’re still clinging to it. He speeds up more, and you breathe recklessly while looking down to watch as his fingers move at an incredible speed. He smiles as you begin to break under his touch and you open your mouth to speak, but that only makes him move his fingers quicker, making you lose yourself all over again.

“Mhm.... Ed-Eddie, please.” You try to say it out loud, but your words come out as a whisper.

“What, baby? What?” He mocks you with a fake caring tone, continuing to work his fingers inside you as if it’s no deal to move that fast.

“I- I.” You try to speak but you force your mouth closed to not let out a bunch of nonsense.

Eddie chuckles out loud at your lack of words and continues to move, watching as you grow impossibly wetter and eventually closer to your release. One of your hands moves over to his wrist, almost as if to stop him but you never begin to do such a motion, you just hold it as it moves.

“Can-Can I come…” You ask in a whisper, “Please?”

Your last work comes out as a loud moan as Eddie never slows down for your sake and watches as you shatter slowly. He smiles brightly at the sight of such a beauty, but he doesn’t answer you just yet.

“Eddie…” You moan in a pleading tone. “Please, please, please.”

You whine out the pleading, and he lifts his head from the pillows to move closer to you. He watches from up close how your body moves, how your boobs jiggle, and how your hips begin to lose a little bit of control under all of the pleasure.

“Please.” You say as you can’t exactly hold back any more.

He smiles up at you and sits up, slowing down his movements as he does it. He then restarts the rapid speed all over again with absolute no remorse. You moan out loud again, pleasure never really leaving you at any point, and he lays a kiss on your cheek.

You let go of your shirt and hold, with your free hand, onto his shoulder. He keeps moving his fingers as he leans in close to you, and that is when he whispers.

“You can come, baby.”

As soon as his words begin, he watches as you fall apart. Your moaning gets louder, your walls squeeze his fingers tightly, and, when his thumb moves to touch your clit, your body begins to spasm with the overstimulation.

He watches as your moans become whines and then soft mumbles. Your head is overcrowded with all the overwhelming pleasure, and your body is still going through the aftershocks.

You open your eyes to look at Eddie. You do it with hazy eyes, and a tired expression. He smiles at you and gives you a quick kiss. His fingers still move inside you, yet it's so much slower than before, that it almost doesn’t even feel right. You feel how sensitive you've grown to touch, almost to a point of oversensitivity. His touch makes you move slightly as he does move deeper or faster. Your oversensitive cunt hurts, but the pain under his touch is more than bearable. You moan into his kiss and he smiles before pulling away.

“Lay down.” He tells you, “I’m not done with you.”

My first ever Eddie fic!! It's really not my best work, by far, but I hope this was okay <3 Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!!

[girasollake]

eddie x golden retriever!gf | blurb

requested: yes

word count: 484

warnings: mentions of injuries maybe and some curses

a/n: i hope you'll like it anon<3 sorry it took so long!

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Everything that surrounded them was breath taking, she had never seen anything like that before. The scenery was dark and scary but at the same time mysterious and interesting. Her eyes were scanning everything and she was making quiet wow sounds.

‘You okay?’ Her boyfriend asked a question.

‘Huh? Yeah! Why wouldn’t I be?’ She smiled.

‘We are literally in another dimension, why are you smiling?’ Nancy raised an eyebrow.

‘Yeah, yeah I know but everything here is so amazing.’ (Y/n) was walking slowly and her head was spinning around trying to remember everything she saw. ‘And those bats? They were so fucking cool!’

‘Babe, they literally tried to kill us.’ Eddie sighed.

‘That makes them even cooler Eds!’

‘God, there really is no hope for you.’ He said and walked past her.

‘Hey what did I do?!’

Eddie was smiling to himself while he waited for her to catch up to him. This was the kind of moment where he would fall in love with her all over again. He had never understood her optimism and outlook on life but he was so glad for both. She could always make his day better just by being silly and showing him the positive sides of life.

‘Are you mad Eddie?’ She whispered into his ear playfully.

‘You know I could never be mad at you.’ He smirked. ‘It’s just that I can’t understand why you’re so optimistic at the worst times.’

‘To be honest, I don’t either.’ She chuckled. ‘I guess it’s just how I am, I can’t see the negative stuff no matter how hard I try. I think I could see it though if the experience was really heart-breaking for me or something.’

He just smiled at her again and took her hand in his. She held his arm with her other hand and gave him a quick side hug. They finally reached a place where they could stop for a moment because Steve was painfully injured. While Nancy was ripping apart a part of her clothing, (Y/n) came over to them.

‘Dude, you’re gonna have some badass scars after that!’ She whispered and looked Steve in the eyes.

Steve just laughed softly, the comment making him feel slightly better. Nancy wrapped the material around him and he cringed at the pain. (Y/n) felt sorry for him but that didn’t stop her from being all goofy and smiley.

‘Do you guys think Vecna stinks?’ She asked and everyone turned their heads her way. ‘What? It’s a normal question!’

Eddie just shook his head and walked up to her. He placed a kiss on top of her head and whispered so that only she could hear it.

‘He definitely does.’ Eddie smiled softly.

This girl is what they needed while being in a depressive scenery like that one. Even Nancy started thinking that her optimism might not be a bad thing after all.

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[girasollake]

IMAGINE while the gang are out doing their bit and Eddie is still hiding out, the reader has to keep him company and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. She takes like board games and stuff to pass the time and hopefully make it a little less awkward. BASICALLY IDK HOW BUT THEY END UP FUCKING 😭😭😭😭

unexpected | e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x afab!fem!reader

type: smut

warnings: sex 18+, minors DNI, swear words, pullout method, cum on body?, pussy eating, hair pulling, neck holding?(not choking), guys idk what more..

summary: in the ask:]

a/n: i have been writing it for like two past hours, i am so terrified of watching the new episodes when i wake up cause rn its 1 am and i wanna go to sleep, if they kill eddie or steve im suing... anyway i hope you'll like this piece anon<3 (also i feel like i suck at writing smut)

word count: about 2k

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It was a windy afternoon. (Y/n) was sitting on her bed reading a stupid book her dad had made her read. Branches of a tree outside were softly hitting her bedroom window, the wind was making weird sounds. She turned over and tossed her book on the floor. With a sigh she got up and made her way downstairs. She didn’t want to interrupt her father who was working so she went to the kitchen. She was a bit tired from the morning events where she had to help her friends so she definitely needed a cup of coffee at that moment. While she was making the drink the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it dad!” She yelled, voice directed towards the office.

She opened the door and saw Robin, the rest of her friends sitting in a car parked in the street. Robin was grinning and fumbling with her hands.

“What is it this time?” (Y/n) threw her head back and sighed.

“I just have a tiny, really tiny, little favour to ask you.” Robin bit her lip. “Can you watch Eddie tonight and like keep him company? We have some really important stuff to do and we need someone to… you know… make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

(Y/n) massaged her temples with her fingers, eyes closed. An annoyed groan escaped her lips but after all she agreed.

“Just wait a minute, I’ll go grab some games and tell my dad that I’ll sleep at your place.”

Robin was patiently waiting in the car with the others when the door opened and slammed just as fast.

“Thank yo-“ Steve started saying.

“Shut up and drive Harrington before I change my mind.”

All she wanted was a peaceful evening, maybe a warm bath. All of the latest events were getting into her head and she needed something to take her mind off of them, that something certainly wasn’t Eddie. She didn’t know him at all except for the fact he was quite weird, at least that’s what she had gathered from the 30 minutes she had spent with him. Maybe getting to know him more wouldn’t be that bad?

She took her bag and swung it over her shoulder. She slammed the door of Steve’s car again and started walking towards the boathouse.

“We’ll be back in 5 hours!” Robin screamed through the unrolled window.

“WHAT!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN 5 HOURS?!” (Y/n) turned around, anger written on her face.

“Or more!” She waved her hand at the furious girl while Steve was driving away.

(Y/n) groaned and adjusted her bag. She knocked on the door and opened it slowly.

“Eddie? It’s (Y/n). I’m here to babysit you.” She whispered while entering the boathouse.

He was sitting with his back pressed to the wooden wall, gaze fixed on the lake.

“I don’t need a babysitter.” He muttered.

“I know, but the others would disagree.” She came closer and took a seat next to him. “I have some board games to pass the time.”

Eddie finally looked at her, she had looked the same in the morning but now her smile looked more authentic, there was softness in her eyes. He put his beer aside and shifted in his seat.

“Okay, show me what you’ve got.” He smirked and nodded towards her bag.

(Y/n) couldn’t deny, she started feeling a bit tense. It wasn’t because she was scared, it’s because she started noticing his best features. The fact that she was left with this man alone was also doing the job. She observed him while he was looking through her games. His brows furrowed, mouth slightly agape, veiny hands caressing the boxes.

Were those rings there before?

“This one should be good, I played it once or twice.” He handed her the box. “You want to make a bet?” He added, his body softly leant towards her, enough for her to notice.

“Um, what kind of bet?” She tucked a strand of her behind her ear.

“If I win, you give me a kiss.”

“Pshh, hell no Munson.” She rolled her eyes.

“Come on, what do you have to lose?” He tilted his head.

Right, what do I have to lose?

“Yeah, ok, I’ll do it. But if I win, you will lent me some of your Metallica records when you get out of this shitty situation.”

“You like Metallica?”

“I like many things you wouldn’t think I like.” She winked. “So deal?”

“Deal.”

They shook hands and started playing the game. Two hours of constant mocking, bickering and swearing passed and now they were waiting for the moment of truth. Eddie shook the dice in his hands and threw it on the board.

“I WON! HOLY SHIT!” He screamed, his arms flying to the air. Then his eyes met (Y/n)’s. “You know what that means, (L/n)”

She gulped and felt her body going even more tense than before.  Just his presence was enough and now a kiss?

It’s just a kiss.

It’s just a kiss from a hot metalhead, you can do it.

She tried to reassure herself while Eddie sat next to her. His hand came up to hold her cheek and he slowly turned her head to face him. His cold rings were like ice to her heated face. Eddie leaned in and their lips collided in a soft, warm kiss. His hand went into her hair gripping it gently. The kiss was short, they pulled apart and (Y/n)’s eyes looked straight into his, she didn’t waste a second to connect their lips again. This time it was messier and harder, filled with passion. She sat up and then quickly swung one of her legs over Eddie so that she would sit on him.

“It was supposed to be one kiss.” He said while he tried to catch his breath.

“I can stop if you want to.” She whispered, her lips softly sucking on his neck.

“Fuck no.”

He switched their positions so that she would be underneath him. That place wasn’t the cleanest but neither of them cared at that moment. Eddie’s lips were attacking her jaw and neck where he left two small hickeys. (Y/n) cupped his face with her hands and made him look at her.

“Touch me Eddie.”

He lowered his head to kiss her again and just before they kissed he whispered the words “As you wish”. One of his hands lifted her shirt, his fingers caressing her delicate body. There was this feeling again, his cold rings against her warm skin were making her shiver. She moaned into the kiss, Eddie’s desire growing stronger. He took off her shirt and started kissing everything on his way, he then placed his hand on one of her breasts squeezing it lightly. He then took it out of the cup and started circling his tongue on her nipple, the other boob being massaged with his other hand. (Y/n) threw her head back, her body arching into his. He used her movement to his advantage, his hands sneaking onto her  back and quickly unclasping her bra. He threw it somewhere next to them and then took off his own shirt. They were both staring at each other, it was getting dark but the sunset was still present and it gave them all the light that was needed. He was in awe of her messed up hair, soft breaths coming from swollen lips and her breasts moving with each of those breaths. She was in awe of his softly sculpted body, tattoos adoring his skin and his face features which were so unique and well-matched. Her fingers started dancing on the tattoos, slowly tracing their outlines.

“You like them?” He asked her.

She nodded softly and smiled.

“I just didn’t expect you had so many.” She looked up at him. “They’re hot.”

“I know they are.” He gave her a smug smile and kissed her.

He grinded into her and groaned into the kiss. (Y/n) softly scratched his back and deepened the kiss at the same time. Eddie’s hand cupped her boob again, his finger gently flicking her nipple. Then she was the one grinding into him, pressing her hips into his more and more.

“Are you sure?” He whispered.

“Shut up and fuck me Munson.” She arched her back again and pulled him towards her.

Eddie didn’t waste a second to take off her jeans and panties, but before he did what he was asked to he wanted to do one more thing. He lowered his head and trailed kisses from her neck down to her thighs. His fingers slightly tickling her lower belly and hip bones. He placed a soft kiss on her clit earning a moan from her. He held her hips tightly and started flicking his tongue occasionally licking all over. She was shaking, hands gripping his hair, her orgasm approaching rather quickly but Eddie stopped right before it hit her.

“I want you to cum when I’m inside you.” He said and pressed their lips together.

He threw his pants and underwear to the side and lined himself up with her entrance. He lowered his body and connected their lips again. She felt his tip slide inside her, it was uncomfortable at first but when she felt all of him it was amazing. They both gasped at the feeling and Eddie started slowly moving his hips.

“Faster.” She managed to say between the moans.

Eddie did what she said, his body loudly slamming against hers. He changed the position and threw her legs onto his shoulders which sent (Y/n) over the edge. She came without a warning, her walls squeezing Eddie’s penis and enhancing his pleasure.

“Fuck Eddie, fuck, fuck, fuck!!” She screamed while digging her nails into his arms.

Eddie helped her through her orgasm and then pulled out. She whimpered at the loss of contact thinking he was also finished but she was so wrong. He held her up and turned her around so that she was on all fours and pressed her head down. He waited a couple seconds and then shoved himself inside of her, she screamed and desperately tried to hold onto something but with no luck. She closed her hands into fists and moaned with each of his thrusts.

“You like being fucked like that?” He asked and went even faster.

She didn’t answer him, her vision going blurry from the pleasure. Eddie noticed that and pulled her up by the hair.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes..uhm..fuck.”

She gasped at the new sensation of her hair being pulled, she had never felt so much pleasure during sex. She didn’t know how much more she could take but this feeling of him filling her up was the only important thing, she didn’t want to lose it. Eddie let go of her hair and placed his hand on her throat pulling her towards him. They were both on their knees, Eddie fucking her from behind, her whole body pressed into his. His other hand started massaging her sensitive spot on her pussy. Next thing she knew she was cumming again. She threw her head back onto his shoulder, his hot breath hitting her cheek. After her orgasm he helped her get on all fours again and pulled out quickly, she collapsed on the floor and felt something warm on her back. Eddie groaned and sighed.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Mhm..” She mumbled still trying to catch her breath.

Eddie stood up and dressed himself into his clothes scattered on the floor, he then took a towel which was a bit old and dirty and used it to wipe off the cum from (Y/n)’s back. He threw it somewhere under the table and helped her sit up. After helping her dress up he took a blanket Dustin had brought him and covered them both with it.

“Was I too rough?”

“No Eddie, you were perfect.” She kissed him on the cheek and then nuzzled her head into his chest.

Just before she fell asleep she thought of the plans she had had before she had come to spend time with him. Maybe she was wrong? Maybe Eddie was that something to take her mind off of things?

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[rae0fsunsh1ne]

That Look ™

He’s just so dreamy

[rae0fsunsh1ne]

I am weak in the knees for this precious puppy

[rae0fsunsh1ne]

A series of emoji's that accurately describe how I feel when seeing any picture of Joseph Quinn or Eddie Munson

[rae0fsunsh1ne]

I’m just sitting here scrolling through posts about Joseph Quinn, sounding like an absolute psycho while I mumble and whisper things like “that son of a bitch I hate him he’s so beautiful he can’t just look like that all the time fuck him I hate how much I love him”

[twinklelilstarkey]

Past Lovers - Eddie Munson

Words: 3.1k+ Type: Fluff Summary: You and Eddie dated years ago, but, with time, you two grew apart. Now, in high school, you're forced to speak once more. Warnings: GenderNeutral!Reader [no pronouns used]. Idiots in love. Mentions of an age gap.

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You met Eddie Munson in primary school. He’s older than you, but that never changed anything. You liked him a lot. Enough for your parents to know, your friend’s parents to know, and maybe even Eddie’s family to know. It’s one of those crushes people have when they’re a kid, and everyone just seems to find it the sweetest and most loving action of humanity.

Hawkin’s a small town too, word got spread out fast among the moms. But, when you’re a kid, it doesn’t really matter. If people need to know about your love, then they will. Even when, at the time, you had never talked to Eddie.

It was in middle school when the moms had calmed down, that you had your first conversation with him. He was extremely friendly and accepted you into his group of friends quicker than anyone expected. Then, with time, your actual relationship started. Your parents thought they were dreaming when they first heard of it.

It was an innocent relationship, of course. It was about holding hands more than anything else. It was cute and no one liked to mess with it. You two became, practically, best friends at that time too. You knew everything about each other and were always there for one another. Cutely, this relationship lasted.

What broke it up was high school. As you said, he was older and had to move on with school. And, now, you guess that him going down the ramp of the parking lot to enter a new building was too much for you. You were the one that put an end to the relationship. Your friend’s jaws were on the floor. You two promised to “still be friends”, and Eddie walked off to his new future - right on the other side of the street.

Because your relationship, if you can even call it that, was so innocent and the two of you were so young, nothing really 'mattered'. Yes, you considered yourself depressed for a few good days, but as soon as you made new friends in your classes, you quickly overcame it. As cold-hearted as that sounds.

Now, it has been years since you last talked to Eddie. The two of you have changed so much with time. You’re a senior now, and so is Eddie, for the second time. This has been the year where you’ve seen him the most in class, but you’ve always tried to never look at him for too long. You’re scared that he might not even remember you anymore. You don’t want to seem like a creep.

Eddie also changed. His crowd never really did, he stayed with them and even got himself into a D&D club. All of which you heard about when you were still in middle school. When you saw him in high school, all of it was different. He was different, very different. You could never tell that the difference remained in his physical features but it was enough for you to keep your distance.

When he had first seen you again, you remember that the two of you exchanged a little smile. You might not know this part but, right after, the two of you looked at each of your friend groups with your eyes widened. A mix of panic and excitement. That was probably the biggest interaction that the two of you had in years.

Now, everything seems to change. Both you and Eddie are seniors and share a class. Mrs. O’Donnel's, to be exact. You never really heard good things about her from your older friends, but you still got into her class. You never reacted much when you saw that Eddie was in the same class as you. Again, you two haven’t talked in years. Why would it change now?

But Mrs. O’Donnel just had the brilliant idea of… a project.

“Eddie Munson can pair up with you if that is alright.” She had said to you.

Just as the teacher announced the activity, everyone had easily arranged themselves into pairs for the project. Due to you not having any friends in this class, you found yourself all alone. You talked to Mrs. O'Donnel in hopes of her finding you someone to work with… She got you Eddie as a partner.

She quickly ordered everyone to finish up sitting with their friends, and you know you just have to do it. Even if it doesn't go well, the quicker you start to do it, the faster it will be over.

You turn back around to face the class, and everyone is already up on their feet and connecting desks. You walk back to your seat, grab your things, and make your way to the back of the classroom. Eddie is just a few steps away from you, distracted by what’s outside and with the pencil that is being perfectly balanced on one of his fingers.

You take a few more steps and that is enough for him to finally react, noticing someone in his peripheral vision. You offer him a very small and shy smile and walk up closer to his desk. It was, truly, the one with the last remaining seat in the entirety of the classroom.

“Can I sit here?” You ask him.

Eddie didn’t move for the first seconds after you asked that.

He felt his heart pump a little too fast as soon as he noticed that it was you that was standing right in front of him. Time seemed to freeze when he laid his eyes on you. Frozen enough for him to forget what you said. Eddie doesn’t even have headphones to act as if he had been distracted and limited to the sound of his music.

A nice way to start, for sure.

“Of course, yeah.” He tells you with a quick nod of his head.

What follows after is what makes the smile on your face stretch into a wide one. Eddie, very clumsily, begins to move all of his stuff to his side of the table, leaving you some space to work. And his 'clumsiness' is to the point of almost making three things fall and at least the other two slip from his fingers, right as he went to grab them.

When everything is arranged, you take your seat beside him and put down your things on the desk. You turn to leave your bag in the back of your chair and finally face the teacher once more. Mrs. O'Donnel is still waiting for everyone to be done sitting down so she can finally start giving out the instructions for the project.

Eddie tries to keep his eyes on his teacher as well, but he finds himself checking if you’re actually real and sitting beside him a few too many times.

You two haven’t talked in so long, he can’t help but not believe anything that is happening. Eddie makes sure to look around the room to see if there was anyone behind this. Someone that could look as if they had made you do this. But he finds nobody.

Under the table, he discreetly cleans the sweat off his palms and leans back on his chair, trying to appear relaxed.

You two wait to hear all of the instructions, and Eddie watches as you’re the only one at the table taking notes and even going for the pages that the teacher asks you to. He watches you, maybe not as discreetly this time, reading every word. Sometimes he even catches you mouthing the words as you read in this loud room, just like you did when you were younger.

Mrs. O’Donnel gets done with the explanation and orders everyone to start to work. That should’ve snapped Eddie awake from his thoughts, but it didn’t.

You finish reading and look up to think about the exercise. That is when you notice Eddie looking at you, and you look back at him, a small smile already involuntarily growing on your face.

“What?” You ask softly.

“Hm?” Eddie asks, startled, not expecting you to say anything to him.

“You were looking at me, I thought you wanted to say something.” You explain to him.

“Oh… No, no. I was just…”

You wait for him to finish but he just stares at you, nervously grabbing his pencil again and twirling it on his fingers. You offer him a smile instead, just a way to say that he can ignore whatever just happened, and you look back down at your book.

“Why are you paired up with me?” He asks, mostly just spitting the question that is killing him inside.

You look up at him again and stay silent for just a second.

“I don’t know anyone here, so I didn’t have anyone to pair up with.” You explain honestly, “Mrs. O’Donell told me to sit with you.”

Eddie shouldn’t have felt disappointed, but he did, just a tiny bit. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked anything and just enjoyed the fact that you’re sitting with him in the first place. No matter if you were forced or you really just wanted to.

“Is that okay?” You ask him, noticing his slight change of expression.

“What is okay?”

“That I pair up with you.” You tell him, “I could go and ask for us to do the project individually if you’d prefer that.”

“No, no, no!” He tells you quickly, “Of course, it’s okay.”

You visibly relax with what he says and you stare into his eyes for just a little longer. Eddie feels his heart race, and it goes at a pace just as quick as yours, and the two of you look away rather quickly. You look down at your book, and Eddie looks down at his pencil.

For the next few minutes, the two of you just exchange words about the project. You divide some of the things that are in need of answering, and, unknowingly, while in the midst of work your eyes always stay on one another. You stare when you’re done with your part, and Eddie stares when you just begin a new part of the project’s exercises.

You write down your answer silently, ignoring how everyone in the classroom has begun to talk a bit louder than normal - just to be shushed right after by the teacher. You notice Eddie writing down his work in silence, and you stop, stealing a look at him.

You notice his curly hair, his brown doe eyes, his smooth skin, and his pink lips. All of him.

You stare at his shirt, right after. His necklace, the one with the guitar pick. You then look over at his hand, at his silver-colored rings shining with the many lights in the room, while in his other hand, he has a smaller ring. As well as a bracelet on his wrist.

You are caught as soon as Eddie finishes his answer. His eyes were already ready to look up at you for the same reason as yours. And the two of you just smile when you notice that you’re both staring.

“We haven’t talked in a while.” He finds himself saying.

“I know.” You say, doing a nod.

You bite in your smile, trying to stop making it so apparent that you’re actually ready to explode in happiness that he's talking to you. Or that he still knows you.

“I actually thought you didn’t remember me anymore.” You admit to him.

“What?” He asks, completely surprised. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug, “It’s just been a good few years.”

“Yeah, but…” He purses his lips in thought, looking around the room a bit out of habit. He turns back to face you and whispers. “People usually don’t forget the one person who broke their heart into millions of tiny pieces.”

His tone is playful, and you notice how he’s holding back his smile as well. With a grin of your own, you shake your head at him and face your book, not wanting to fall into a smiling mess all over again.

Your heart keeps going with its fast rhythm and you feel the way your stomach is turning. God, you are a lost cause when near this man.

“I’m sorry about breaking your heart.” You tell him, still fighting your own smile and showing him just a lipped grin.

He nods and looks away dramatically.

“I’ll think about it.”

When Eddie looks back at you, you are smiling brightly while looking down at your book again. He finds himself smiling, right away, looking at your grin as if it’s not making his brain blast every code in the book just so he doesn’t panic.

The two of you make casual conversation after that. You work, and, in the midst of written sentences, you would stop just to ask him something else. Eddie told you about his friends, his new friends, his band, and the D&D club. But he also asked you a bunch of other stuff. He was interested in knowing how you were doing in school, how your family is going and all else he could think about.

It was such a comfortable conversation that you didn’t even notice how many times Mrs. O’Donnel paused the class to give more instructions about the assignment (or just told everyone to shut their mouths and work). It was like the two of you were in your own little world. Undisturbed and, overall, incredibly happy.

You laughed at Eddie’s jokes enough for him to feel his heart grow full, and he smiled the whole time you were speaking, making you feel as if your body was on fire.

Unconsciously, you two had moved to sit closer as you spoke and did close to little work. It wasn’t until you laid your hand over the table, to hold your book, that you noticed it. Eddie’s hand is just there, right next to yours as he holds onto his pen. His hand was relaxed as he spoke, and you just happen to accidentally graze your hand on his.

Your skin felt as if it had been lightened up, the cold of his rings had touched the back of your hand. It was weird how your body was reacting. You look up at Eddie as you did it, to find him looking at your hands, side by side. He had just stopped talking as he was reacting in mental and silent high-pitched screams of excitement in his mind.

“Sorry.” You say quickly, not wanting to interrupt him, but a little giggle slips out.

“Uh- No, no. It’s fine.” He says, chuckling a bit too.

He, with his own time, rebegins talking, and you continue to work. Eddie feels his body wanting to freeze in place whenever you look at him, even when it's just simply showing him that you are still paying attention. This whole thing feels like something out of a dream.

The bell rings through the hallways, and everyone in front of you in class is quick to start getting ready to leave. Both you and Eddie look up at the teacher as she shouts the last instructions on the delivery of the project over the sound of your classmates. You two don't speak to each other until she's done.

“My mom misses you at dinner time.” You tell, still in the theme of conversation, “Something about no one appreciating her cooking like you did.”

Eddie smiles widely at your words, and you feel your heart want to come out of your chest. He waits beside you as you finish putting your things away in your bag, and you can not put into words how much that little action made you melt. Eddie looks down at you as you pack and stands just beside you.

“I do miss her food.” He tells you, making you look up at him and smile breathtakingly.

You think for a second.

Should you do it?

“Are you free after school?” You ask him.

Eddie almost chokes in his own spit, but he forces himself to answer either way after staring in awkward silence again.

“Yeah, I don’t have a meeting with the club today.”

Anxiety burns your insides and the possibility of rejection marks your brain, but you decide to do it.

“Would you like to go out?” You ask it quickly. “Just the two of us…”

Eddie stares at you, his smile falls and his body goes rigid.

To you, that reaction just makes you panic. You feel as if you just lost your ground and the world is ready to swallow you whole. You have actually done the most embarrassing of things ever.

Eddie just stares and stares. No matter how many seconds go by, he doesn’t say anything. And that only makes an expression of disappointment appear and devour your beautiful smile right off your face.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to.” You tell him, “It would just be for the sake of the old days, you know?”

The room has gone terrifyingly silent as the only people that remain in the classroom are the two of you.

“And then you could eat at my house.” You finish telling your plan.

Your voice had been confident and light at the start, and now it has become nothing but a mumble. A weak voice as your body prepares for the biggest rejection of your life.

But Eddie isn’t going to reject you, not even if they paid him. He was caught off guard in every sense of the word, and, deep down, he was thinking about asking you the same thing when the two of you were just talking in class. He had decided not to do it due to his fear of embarrassment and destruction of such a good time.

Unknowingly, he’s doing that exact thing to you.

You stare at him for just a little longer, and Eddie finally snaps awake when you look at the door of the room hesitatingly. You clearly want to leave the room, and that is when it clicks for him. He left you in silence this entire time.

“Yes. Yes, of course, I want to.”

You frown as you bring your eyes back to him and stay silent.

“Wait...” You chuckle in disbelief, “Really?” You ask him.

“Yeah. I was thinking about asking you the same thing- just not the part about eating your mom’s food, of course. That would’ve been weird.” He starts to ramble and, to his relief, your smile comes back.

“Really?” You ask again.

“Yes!” He assures you.

You smile up at him and finally bring your bag over your shoulder. He smiles back, and you are lost for words for quite a bit.

“Can we- uh, meet by your van after school, then?” You ask softly.

He nods, looking at you patiently as he fights his urge to celebrate by screaming at the top of his lungs.

“Cool.” You say a little awkwardly, also lost in your happiness. “I should probably go now, my friends are waiting for me.”

Eddie agrees, and the two of you begin to make your way out of the room. He also makes sure you go through the door first, moving his arms and hands dramatically to let you pass, grating another smile from you.

When out of the room, you two give each other a last look, just to see in which direction you are going, and you notice that you’re going opposite ways.

You offer him a last smile and wave, and he does too.

“See you after class.” You tell him.

“See you after class.” He parrots.

The two of you turn around and begin walking. In great disbelief, you look over your shoulder to watch Eddie walk away and disappear into the crowd. You let out a scoff of pure surprise and look at the ground with widened eyes.

“Holy fucking shit.” The two of you mutter at the same time.

I really hope you enjoyed this!! I had so much fun writing it <3 AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE 4.4K FOLLOWERS AND THE 1K NOTES ON MY LAST POST!!!! OMG!!

Masterlist ~ Lmk of any ideas for Eddie <3

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Me: ☹️

*remembers Joseph Quinn doing Eddie’s speech in different accents*

Me: 😁😍😆🥰😄😘🤩

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If you can watch the picnic table scene and come away from it not charmed and endeared by Eddie Munson (or head over heels in love with him) you are a heartless soulless heathen

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My friend made me the most amazing birthday present. Now I can cuddle with Eddie Munson any time I want 😍

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How do I tell the guy I’ve just started dating that I want him to wear rings and a denim vest

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RIP Eddie Munson you would have loved Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny