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munsonhoneybaby · 2 years ago

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Too Much in Common | Eddie Munson X F!Henderson!Reader

Summary: After Dustin brings Eddie home for a D&D campaign, you find yourself enjoying his company more frequently than expected.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: 18+ mdni, drug use (marijuana), smut, kinda automatic dubcon since they're both fried?, fingering, a lil praise, eddie’s just a lil obsessed

A/N: it hasn’t been explicitly stated yet but reader is adopted. hopefully i actually post a part two in a timely manner.

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The rumbling of Eddie’s van ceased in the Hendersons’ driveway as he turned the key back in the ignition. He was surprised, however, when the metal thrum of a guitar continued despite his radio now being off. Opening his door, he recognized “N.I.B.” by Black Sabbath and realized it was coming from inside, making his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

He made his way to the front door, not bothering to knock beforehand since Dustin was expecting him and the kid’s mom wasn’t home. “Since when did you get a taste in music, Henderson?” He called over the music blaring from the sound system in the living room. A door around the corner slammed open much more forcefully than necessary and the aforementioned freshman barreled out of his bedroom.

“It’s my sister!” He shouted back. “She said I could have you guys over while Mom is gone if I didn’t bitch while she was in charge, but APPARENTLY THAT MEANS MAKING ME GO DEAF!”

Eddie could just barely make out your muttered “oh please” as you entered from the kitchen. You turned down the volume until the sound could be considered background noise. “If anyone here is gonna go deaf, it’s me from your constant shrieking.” Distressed jeans hugged the curve of your waist perfectly and the Poison t-shirt you had on looked soft from numerous wears. He tried not to stare, but he was sure he looked like a cartoon character– bugging, heart-shaped eyes and jaw hitting the floor. He almost missed it when you acknowledged him. “Munson. I heard you were still running Hellfire. Didn’t realize you’d be coming today.”

Oh fuck. You knew him. You knew him? How did you know him? Of course, you had gone to the same school, everybody in Hawkins did, but he would remember meeting a girl like you. Would you be upset with him for not knowing who you are? God, already embarrassing himself and he hasn’t even started talk–

“Relax,” You snorted. “I was a grade under you at Hawkins and I was homeschooled my senior year. We never talked, I wouldn’t expect you to remember me. I’m pretty sure everybody knows about you, though.” And this is when you tell him to get out of your house and stay away from your kid brother because he’s a drug-dealing, Satan-worshipping freak. “It’s nice you’re still running the D&D club, sounds like everything else there gets worse every year.”

Some of the tension in his muscles slipped away and he realized he’d been subtly bracing himself. “Oh–” The doorbell rang and Dustin ran to get it, welcoming in Mike and Lucas who were already amicably bickering louder than necessary. Behind them trailed the two others they had ridden with, Jeff and Gareth if you remembered correctly. They seemed a little uncomfortable holding a session in a new house, but relaxed drastically when they set eyes on Eddie. “Uh– you guys can go ahead down to the basement with the freshmeat. I’ll be down in a sec, alright?” They nodded, waving politely to you before following the boys.

When they were gone, you and Eddie locked eyes again. “Seriously, I’m glad Dusty has someone watching out for him. He takes more shit than he deserves. Just try to be a good role model, alright? If I find out you give that kid Special K or some shit, it’s fucking over for you. Got it?”

“I would never let anything bad happen to those kids when they’re with me,” He spoke earnestly. “I’m gonna look out for them. If I’m ever gonna do anything right, it’s that.”

“I believe you, Munson.” You gave him a small smile and nodded towards the basement door. “You should probably get going. They can’t start the game without their dungeon master, right?”

An embarrassed flush fought its way up his neck to his cheeks as you turned towards the hall where your bedroom was. Before you could get more than a couple of steps though, he gently grasped your wrist. “Hey uh, by the way– I just wanted you to know that I don’t really– I don’t do any hard stuff anymore. Haven’t in a while. I hardly even sell it anymore and I stopped selling to first-timers.”

“I’m sorry, Eddie, I didn’t mean to–”

“No, don’t worry about it. I totally get it, I just wanted to let you know; for your peace of mind, I guess. You deserve to know who your baby brother’s hanging around with, I don’t want you to think I’m too bad an influence.”

“I don’t think you’re too bad, Munson. Just a healthy amount.” You gave his own wrist a small squeeze as you slipped your hand from his and finally went back to your own room. He gazed after you momentarily, even after your door had closed. If the guys were still present, they would definitely be giving him shit.

As if on cue, he heard Dustin’s muffled shout from the basement. “Eddie, hurry the hell up!”

You were sitting on the front porch swing lighting a joint when his beat-up van pulled up two nights later. “Seek & Destroy” poured from his cracked-open windows until his door opened and he set foot on your driveway once again. “He’s not here, y’know,” You called to him.

“That’s alright, I actually just needed to–” Eddie was halfway between you and his van when he caught a whiff of a particularly familiar scent. A shocked, teasing grin slowly spread across his face. “Henderson, are you smoking marijuana right now?”

In spite of yourself, you let out a laugh, coughing around a lungful of smoke in the process. “Say it a little louder, Munson, I don’t think the deafening Metallica got the neighbors’ attention.”

Laughing, he dropped into the space next to you on the swing. “I didn’t peg you for the smoking type.”

“Oh, you mean from the three minutes we interacted?” You squinted playfully but held the joint out to him. “Just weed, I don’t fuck with anything else personally.”

He took you up on the offer, calloused fingertips brushing your skin as he took the joint from you. Examining it for a moment, he smirked as he took a hit. “Fuckin’ with it pretty hard, apparently,” He breathed out. “You roll almost as good as I do.”

“Good, then you can roll the next one.” It passes between you as you speak, though Eddie tries to keep his turns short out of courtesy. “Which brings us back to the topic of why you’re here mooching my shit. You said you needed to do something?”

“Right, I uh- I forgot my lucky dice here the other night. I figured I’d pick ‘em up on my way home from The Hideout.”

“Oh yeah, you’re in a band or something, right?”

“Since middle school,” He nodded, “Just me and a few guys from school, s’called Corroded Coffin.”

“Sounds metal.”

“We try to,” He chuckled.

“You like Black Sabbath and Metallica, you’d better,” You teased. You didn’t notice the way his eyes followed your every move as you smoked. The way your cheeks hollowed ever so slightly as you sucked in a hit, how your breath hitched and your eyes fell closed as you held it in. The corners of his lips curled up in amusement watching you blow Os while conversation lulled for a moment. Offering him one last hit first, you stub out the roach on the ground and stand from your seat. “C’mon in, you can go get your dice.”

“Thanks,” He hummed, grabbing the door as soon as it was open to hold it for you.

“Have you eaten?” You ask, heading into the kitchen as he made his way toward the basement door. “I haven’t, I was gonna make a sandwich or something. You want one?”

“That’d be great, actually, thank you.” The dice weren’t hard to find seeing as he’d left them there on purpose. So maybe it was a little weird, definitely a little desperate, but he wanted to make sure he had another opportunity to see you– get his foot in the door, so to speak– and he really hadn’t expected all this. He’d hoped you’d be the one to answer the door and he’d get to make small talk for a few minutes, point out your shared taste in music maybe, but this? Catching you alone, sharing a joint, getting invited in for something to eat? This was going better than he could’ve possibly expected.

“Find ‘em?” You called down.

“Yup!” He jogged back up the stairs, waving the small velvet bag as he joined you in the kitchen. “All good.”

“What a relief. Can’t have the dungeon master thrown off his game, that would be a travesty.” You glanced up at him mischievously as you finished making the first sandwich, scooting the plate across the counter to him.

Eddie suppressed a smile, shaking his head as he picked up the sandwich. “You just love teasin’ me with that, don’t you?” He asked before he took what was probably an unattractively large bite.

“Depends on what kind of teasing we’re talking about, Munson.” You drawled casually in return, turning to continue making your own. Meanwhile, it was an effort just for him to keep his food in his mouth without choking on it. You were flirting with him.

Weren’t you? Maybe you weren’t. Maybe you’d meant it the other way around– that you’d only tease him in a joking way and that you’d never want to–

“Eddie, I can see the smoke coming out of your ears,” You snorted. “Stop thinking so hard, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” You took a big bite before grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge. “Want one?” His answer was going to be yes, but you were grabbing him one before he had responded anyway. There was a brief and fairly comfortable silence as you cleaned up the rest of your small mess and he took a few long swigs of his water. “Wanna finish these in my room? We could smoke another joint maybe…just chill out, I don’t know…”

“Yeah, totally,” He agreed, maybe a little too eagerly.

“You’re rolling though,” You remind him over your shoulder as he begins to follow you to your bedroom.

The door creaked as you opened it, waiting for him to enter after you so you could close it. As you opened the window wide and lit a stick of incense, he took in his surroundings. Your room wasn’t like the average teenage girl’s– not that Eddie had seen very many of those– not pastel-colored, or frilly, or covered in heartthrob posters, though a few stuffed animals were perched tenderly on your bed. Actually, it was almost more like his, albeit much more organized. There were posters of horror movies and rock bands filling a decent amount of the empty space on your walls, the Dio flag pinned to the ceiling drawing his attention. “Oh, that is so sick!”

“I thought you might like some ‘a this stuff,” You laughed softly. Nodding towards the stereo in the corner, you continued, “You can put something on if you want.” He squatted down to look through your cassettes, hearing your voice move through the room as you got out your bud, tray, and paper. “Try to keep it understated though, alright? Nothing too hard or fast right now.”

“Really tryin’ to mellow out tonight, huh?” He began playfully, but looked back at you as his tone softened a little. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, I’m alright,” You reassure. With the cassette in place, he made sure the volume was low before it began playing softly as you spoke. “I just get a little too pent up sometimes, you know? Everything’s just been kind of a lot lately, ‘s why I was already smoking when you showed up.”

“Hey, I can beat it if you want. I didn’t mean to show up outta the blue at a bad time and I definitely don’t have to stick around if you don’t want me here. I can totally get it if you want the time to yourself–”

“Please stay,” You quietly interrupted, then seemed a little embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t– I’d appreciate the company if you wanna stay a little while.”

Eddie gave you a comforting smile before taking a seat at your vanity to roll the joint, trying to lighten the mood. “Careful what you wish for, Henderson. I mean, you’ve got good music, good weed, made me dinner; I might be hangin’ around here more often with this kinda treatment. You’ve got me livin’ the life, babe.”

Laying down on your bed to watch him, your voice was more serious than he expected when you replied. “You’re welcome any time, you know. Mom likes when the house is busy and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Dustin practically worships the ground you walk on.” His rings glinted in the lamplight as he carefully sprinkled the bud onto the paper.

“Yeah? And what’s your review, hm?” You didn’t mean to stare at the way his lips wrapped around the joint or how his tongue traced the seam of the paper to seal it.

You hummed vaguely as he finished up, gently plucking it from between his fingers when he was done. Dramatically inspecting it much longer than he had yours, you finally say, “You roll clean joints.”

He shakes his head and laughs. Your lips close around the paper, feeling the seam still damp with his spit, and you jut your chin toward his lighter on the vanity. Grabbing it without a word, he leans forward to give you a light. Your gaze catches on his rings once more before lifting to his face again. A reflection of the flame makes the brown of his eyes warmer as they lock with yours, looking up from where you still lay on the bed on your stomach. You take a long pull as he draws the lighter away again and the spell is broken.

Sitting up to breathe the smoke in deeper, you tuck your knees under you. Eddie joins you on your bed, but not before he kicks off his shoes by the bedroom door. He sits cross-legged just in front of your pillows so you shuffle around to face him. “So, how was your concert?”

He snorted, “Concert might be a bit heavy. Gig is a little more accurate. Show maybe.”

You roll your eyes, but keep your tone light and pass the joint. “You’re a loser, you know that? You knew exactly what I was talking about, answer the question.”

“It was pretty good I guess,” He shrugged and took a long hit. “I think there may have been a whole seven people this time. And one of them was even sober!”

You smiled sympathetically, “You’re just in the wrong town. Don’t worry, I’ll come watch you play. I don’t know if that’d be a good atmosphere for the boys, but I could probably force Steve, Nancy, and Robin to come.

He twisted one of his rings around his finger for a moment. “That’s really nice, sweetheart.”

With each toke you both took, the joint burned slightly shorter until it was almost completely gone. “You want the last hit?” you asked. “I finished the last one. And you rolled this one anyway.”

“No, that’s alright. It’s your weed; I’m literally a drug dealer, I’ve got plenty at home.”

“Here,” You took one last long drag and he raised an eyebrow in confusion, but he understood when you sat up further on your knees and leaned toward him. A sense of giddy excitement overtook him for a second, nerves probably heightened from the weed, but he kept his composure. When your lips slotted over his, he took a deep breath in. His hand slid into your hair to keep your head steady as you sighed the smoke into his mouth. Your lips grazed over his afterward, very obviously lingering long after it was necessary. You giggled as you slumped down into a laying position, letting your head fall back into his lap.

“Seems like someone’s a lot more relaxed now,” He cooed playfully.

“Sorry, I can get off ‘f you–” He notices how your voice is slightly rougher after smoking so much.

“Hey, no–” His hands settle warmly over your shoulders, not holding you down so much as they were encouraging you to stay put. “It’s alright, baby. You can get comfy, you’re not bothering me.”

His hands soothed up and down your arms as you settled back in. “That feels really nice.” You hummed quietly and it drew out into another giggle, “Everything feels really nice.”

He laughs a little airily himself, “It does, doesn’t it?” Your skin felt so soft and warm beneath his fingertips, tracing imaginary shapes along the bare flesh of your arms. “‘M feelin’ pretty good, myself.” Your eyes couldn’t help but wander to his pretty pink lips again. They’d felt so soft against yours and you wanted more– to really feel him this time. His thumb brushes your chin, dragging down in a way that had your mouth opening slightly. “What’re you thinkin’ so hard about, sweet thing?”

Blinking up at him with glassy eyes, you raised an arm to brush your fingers over his flushed cheek. “Eddie, c’n you kiss me? Please?”

“Yeah?” He moved his thumb a bit higher to tug your lower lip down a bit, face dipping down a bit closer to yours. “That what you want?” You were nodding before he even finished his sentence, making him chuckle quietly.

He allowed his lips to graze teasingly over yours, just barely touching, before finally kissing you. His nose brushed your chin and you could feel the small smile adorning his face before your lower lip was sucked softly between his. Fingers winding into his mess of frizzy curls, you moaned quietly into his mouth and pulled him closer. After another moment though, he slowly drew back, lips separating from yours with a soft smack that made you unreasonably desperate for more.

An ache had sparked in his lower back while loading the amps into the van after their show earlier that evening, deepening as he proceeded to help load the rest of the equipment afterward. Now the deep curve he had molded it to in order to keep his mouth on yours had the pain radiating up his entire back. “As much as I’m enjoying this– and believe me, babe, I’m seriously enjoying it– my back is kinda killin’ me and hunching over you like this…” 95% of his brain was screaming at him to shut the fuck up, to ignore it and just keep kissing you breathless anyway, but the other 5% was crying out to lay down and he had to listen.

“Oh, sorry,” There was a slight pant in your voice as you released your grasp on his hair. He sat up slowly as if a movement too fast would shatter the calm in the air. You sat up yourself, watching as he eased himself back onto your pillows. “S’that better?”

“Way better,” He confirmed. “We can uh- we could keep kissing if you want.”

Openly cringing at how awkward that sounded, he opened his mouth to say something else before you interrupted him with a still-sluggish giggle. “I’d like that, Eddie.”

“Okay,” He nodded rapidly.

Leaning forward onto your hands and knees, you crawled into his lap. His hands instantly settled on your thighs, running up and down the material of your pajama pants. His eyes flickered wildly over your body a few times before gazing up at you in awe. You didn’t waste any time in kissing him again, which was much easier now that he wasn’t upside down. As you moaned into his mouth, his hands molded to your hips, squeezing and pulling you as tight to him as he could get you. His tongue slipped between your lips, making them open further as your hands found his hair once again.

He didn’t mean to start moving, slowly grinding into you in an attempt to relieve the tightness in his jeans that definitely wasn’t a problem before he came over— but then you were rocking down on him yourself, clothed cunt rubbing against him in a desperate search for friction. Hips rutting up into yours, he braced a palm against your lower back. You could feel his hardness pressing into you through the layers of clothing between you. Pulling back for air, you panted into his mouth, still subtly grinding against him. “Fuck,” He grunted quietly. The soft whimper of his name that you gave him in return made his head fall back against the wall with a thud. “Got me so fuckin’ hard, sweet thing. Please, don’t stop.”

“Don’t wanna stop,” You whined back quietly. “Feels so good.”

“Good,” He cooed. “Don’t worry, ‘m gonna keep makin’ you feel good.” Hot, open-mouthed kisses moved down your neck and you let out a moan. His fingers wormed their way past the hem of your shirt, tracing the cup of your bra. “This okay?” He mumbled against your skin. Nodding, you cupped his hand and guided it higher until he pushed your bra out of the way. The pad of his thumb brushed firmly over your nipple, making your hips jerk against his. “Mmm, so sensitive. Is that jus’ the weed or are you always like this?”

“Both,” You breathed out. “‘N you’re good at all this.”

“Aw you don’t have to butter me up, baby,” He grinned. “I’m gonna make you cum either way.” Free hand dipping past the waistband of your pajama pants, Eddie continued playfully, “But, go on. Keep tellin’ me how much I turn you on.”

“Eddie,” You pleaded, “C’mon.”

Fingers stroking the damp fabric of your underwear, he asked, “This okay? Really want me to touch you?” Your desperate nods made his lips curl, pressing more firmly against you and drawing out a moan that you tried to stifle. “No, no, no, you gotta tell me how it feels, sweet thing. We’re all alone, you can make those pretty noises, it’s okay.”

Your head slumped into the crook of his neck, mouthing lazily at his skin. Nudging your underwear to the side, he sank his middle finger knuckle-deep into you. Grasping tightly at the worn material of his t-shirt, your breath hitched. “Mmm, fuck– yes, Eddie, thank you.”

“Look at you, usin’ your manners ‘n everything. Of course, you would. Such a good girl.” Your moans only grew louder, making his hips jerk in search of friction. “So warm and wet, bet you’d feel so good around my cock.” Lifting your head to kiss him again, your hand found the shape of his length in his jeans. He rolled his thumb over your clit in circles as his hips rocked against your palm. Mouths open against each other’s, you exchanged panting breaths and muffled moans. Confined by your pants, his hand didn’t have much room for movement, leaving your hips stuttering frustratedly. “Lemme get these off’a you, babe. Can make you feel so much better than this.”

Suddenly, his hand was curled under your thigh and you let out a small squeal as you were flipped onto your back beneath him. Your pants and underwear were yanked down your legs feverishly, Eddie parting them to slip two fingers into you this time. “Shit, Eds!”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, was that too much?” Immediately, he tried to withdraw his hand, but you gripped his wrist to stop him.

“Don’t stop, Eddie. Please, don’t stop,” You rushed.

“Alright, sweetheart, ‘m right here. Don’t worry.” Your hands laced into his hair for stability as his fingers crooked into a spot that almost made your eyes cross. Already dripping onto your bedspread, you pulled him even closer to you. Smirk spreading across his face, he said, “Oh yeah. That’s the spot, huh, baby?”

“Fuck, Eddie, you’re gonna make me come,” You whined.

“Good, want you to soak my fingers.” His hips rocked forward, clothed cock grinding into the back of your thigh. “Wanna feel you come for me.” The way his thumb rubbed so firmly against your clit had heat shooting all the way to your toes. Desperately tugging him down for another kiss, your thighs trembled as they squeezed closed around his hand. “There it is,” He murmured lowly against your lips. “Mmm, you’d feel so fuckin’ good coming around my cock, sweet thing.” The deep cadence of his voice had you shaking.

Grasping at the back of his shirt, you buried your face in the crook of his neck. He held you in silence for a long moment until your head eventually dropped back against the bed. A smile slowly grew on your face as you looked up at him and you let out a small giggle, making him grin down at you. He laughed softly too as he pressed his forehead against yours.

Eyes darting shortly to the alarm clock on your nightstand, you did a double-take when you noticed how late it was. “Son of a bitch, my mom’s gonna be home any minute!” You grabbed your discarded underwear and pajama pants from the foot of the bed as soon as Eddie had peeled himself off of you. “Uh– fuck, I’m really sorry. I promise I didn’t mean to invite you in just for this, I just didn’t realize how late it got. I didn’t mean to leave you hanging, but–”

“Are you kidding?” He was already leaning against the wall by your door, slipping on his beat-up air forces. “I had a blast, babe. We should do this again sometime,” He winked teasingly.

You rolled your eyes half-heartedly, feeling your body warm. When the two of you reached the front door, you rubbed your arm and met his eyes only a bit awkwardly. “I’m sorry again about not…returning the favor.”

He chuckled, giving you a small smirk. “Don’t worry about me, sweet thing. After tonight, I’ll have no trouble taking care of it myself.” Taking a step closer to you, he leaned down for a kiss that was much slower and softer than the last few you’d shared. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Night, Eddie. Thanks for keeping me company tonight.”

“Anytime.”

You waited at the door until he’d gotten in his van and driven away before finally heading back to your room. As soon as you closed your bedroom door and flopped down on your bed, you heard your mom’s car pull into the driveway. Meanwhile, Eddie drove home, foot a little heavy on the gas pedal as he itched to get back to his own room.

He didn’t see you again for two weeks. He knew the Hendersons’ phone number, but there was no way he could ask for you if Dustin or your mom picked up. So he waited, very impatiently mind you, and hoped he hadn’t ruined things by going so far with you so fast.

When he did finally see you, it was at Hawkins High School. You’d come to pick Dustin up from that week’s Hellfire club meeting. You knocked on the door before entering, knowing that– despite the session being scheduled to end ten minutes ago– they often ran over their allotted time. Sure enough, you heard Eddie’s booming voice as you cracked open the door and slipped inside.

“And as the chimera flew closer–” When he noticed you he immediately straightened from his position looming over the table, clearing his throat and clasping his hands together behind his back. He didn’t want to scare you off with all this yet. “Okay gentlemen, that’s all for today.” The collective groan they let out had you feeling a bit guilty, they’d obviously been enjoying themselves, and now you were being the annoying big sister; you should’ve just waited in the car. But Eddie was quick to speak again. “Oh, cut the moaning. We’re almost fifteen minutes over and you all need more time to prepare for battle anyway. Amateurs.”

As the others all packed up their things, he approached you and you greeted him with a smile. “Sorry for interrupting, seemed pretty intense, I hope it wasn’t too important.”

“No, no, it’s good you came in. We would’ve been all caught up until someone else came in to stop us in a much less forgiving manner.” You both laughed and it went quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat again. “So uh, I’ve been hoping I’d see you around.”

“Yeah, me too… Smoking alone isn’t as fun anymore.”

His lips quirked up into a smirk and he nodded playfully. “Yeah, ‘ve been thinking the same. You should start buying from me, you know. I’ll give you a discount.”

“Oh, so I have to pay you to smoke with you again? You know, we used my shit last time,” You teased.

“You’ll never pay for anything you smoke when you’re with me, sweetheart. I’m a gentleman after all. Here, hang on.” He dashed back to the table, hunching over to write something down before tearing off the small scrap of paper and coming back to you. “Now you can get a hold ‘a me, come smoke all my weed anytime.”

“Oh, I’ll be taking you up on that.”

Your comfortable conversation was interrupted when Dustin shouted your name. “What’re you doing? Let’s go!”

“I’ll see you around, Munson.”

“Sure thing, Henderson.”

As you drove Dustin home, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a bad idea to get involved with Eddie. He was one of Dustin’s best friends now, a mentor for him, one of the only male role models he’s had aside from Steve since he lost his father. The last thing you wanted was to make Dustin feel like you were taking that away from him. God forbid something should happen between you and Eddie and he doesn’t feel comfortable coming around anymore. You couldn’t do that to him.

Still, you found yourself hunkered over the phone in the living room that night. You tried to hold out, you really did, but you only managed to hold yourself back until almost midnight after your family had gone to bed. Coiling the cord around your finger, you waited impatiently as the phone rang three times.

When he finally picked up, you could hear the smirk in his tone. “Hi, sweet thing. Just couldn’t stay away, could you?”

“Well, I figured I was running low on bud anyway,” You drawled quietly.

“You’re awful quiet,” He teased. “Don’t want Mommy to catch you up on the phone so late?”

“Fuck off,” You scoffed playfully. “If you’re having so much trouble hearing me over the phone, why don’t you come over?”

“Oh, so she minds a phone call, but it’s okay if we have a sleepover?” He snorted.

“No, but if you’re quiet you can sneak in and back out before she wakes up to get ready for work. I’ve got twenty bucks calling your name,” You cooed enticingly.

“Seriously?”

"Come on, Munson, you've never climbed through a girl's window before? I'm disappointed."

He simply replied, "I'll be there in fifteen, make sure it's unlocked."

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oneforthemunny · 2 years ago

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janitor!eddie munson x reader blurb

eddie au where he starts working at hawkins elementary as a janitor. steve is a fourth grade teacher there and gets him the job, something with benefits and better hours than selling weed and working at the plant.

eddie's nervous being in a school. he graduated a few years before and vowed to never go back. it was no secret he'd been severely mistreated in his school days, but steve assured him they were elementary school kids- they wouldn't care.

he finds its a pretty easy job. sweep the halls, scrub the desks from any doodles, change the trash. the worst part is when a kid throws up, but that's not as common as he thought. as it would turn out, elementary school kids are pretty clean and tidy- he supposes it's the age.

they're also pretty sweet. always high-fiving 'mr.munson' in the hallways, and cheering when he'd come in to fix the pencil sharpener. it's the first job eddie has that he looks forward to. especially, when he gets to see you everyday.

steve introduced you two, in the teacher's lounge. eddie was sitting at a table with him, lunch pail with a ham sandwich he'd thrown together that morning. you'd waltzed in, sunshiney and smiley, chatting with another teacher. he'd noticed your skirt, how bright it was, bright and pink, hitting your calves at a respectful length. it made you look so cheery, happy, instantly brightening the space you walked into.

"y/n," steve called, waving at you when you grabbed your lunch bag out of the fridge. eddie's breath caught, feeling like the sandwich doubled in size ever bite he took. you grinned warmly, excusing yourself from the other teachers and walking over to steve.

"hi, steve." you greeted, taking a seat at the round table between the two of them.

"y/n, this is eddie. he just started her as the new custodian." steve said.

eddie wanted to roll his eyes, and give his usual response, "custodian. pssh, quit fancying' it up on my behalf, harrington, I'm a janitor." but he couldn't. not when you looked over at him, eyes lit up and smiling.

"oh, it's so nice to meet you." you laughed, introducing yourself. eddie wiped his hands on his navy coveralls- the school had insisted he wear- clammy hands shaking yours.

"we're hallmates." steve teased, joining you in a laugh.

"we teach fourth grade. mr. harrington does math and science, and I do language arts and history." you said with a smile so wide eddie couldn't help but match yours.

eddie wanted to reply, but his head was swimming, blushing so furiously he was sure it was rising up his neck. "so, are you from hawkins too?" you asked, looking at eddie.

he nodded, clearing his throat gently. "y-yeah. I went here actually... back in the day. it-it's been a while ago, obviously, you knew that." eddie rambled, running a hand down his face.

you smiled, steve giving eddie a knowing smirk over her shoulder, making eddie blush even more. "a-are you from here? I haven't ever seen you around, but ya know, that doesn't mean anything. I mean, you could've been homeschooled, right? we're you homeschooled?" eddie stammered, mind whirring and buzzing. he couldn't stop rambling, spilling out the words as he looked at you.

you shook you head. "no, I wasn't homeschooled, and I'm not from here." you smiled, and eddie swore he saw you blush a little.

the next few weeks, you two talked in friendly conversation. you always greeted him with a cheery and bright 'hello!'. when he'd get your trash during your planning period, you would chat with him, asking about his weekend. he liked that you didn't fake conversation or ignore him like some of the other teachers did- the one's who remembered the outcasted munson boy from his time there as a child.

it wasn't until one day after school, eddie was pushing his cleaning cart, making his rounds through the classrooms, that he saw you. "hey, eddie?" you called, poking your head out of the classroom.

eddie was surprised you were still here. school had been out for a while, all the other teachers and staff had gone home.

"could I get your help, please?" you asked, biting your lower lip. eddie's heart pounded. "if you're not busy."

eddie pushed his cart to the side, making his way down the hallway to you. he liked that your door was always decorated, pictures that your student's had drawn surrounding your name and room number, colorful and inviting on the usual dull, wooden door.

"surprised you're still here." eddie grinned.

you laughed, shrugging softly. "yeah, well, I've been doing this," you pushed the door open, revealing the classroom.

eddie's eyes bulged, your room looked like a red and pink bomb had gone off in it. paper mache hearts, painted cupid's from the 60's, construction paper links of red and pink draping each of the student's desk.

"wow," eddie said, looking around him.

you smiled sheepishly. "I've been a little busy, can you tell?" you giggled.

eddie gaped, fingers trailing over the lace doilies around the hearts. "you, uh, you like valentine's day, huh?" he asked.

you shrugged. "it's alright. I'm sure it better when you have someone to share it with." eddie's head whipped around, shocked. no way you were single.

"I just like to go big like this for holidays, all holidays. it makes the kids happy, especially in the cold months. they always get kinda sluggish and sad, so if I can do this to make them happy, then I will." you said simply.

eddie smiled. "your kids are real lucky to have you." he said. "I woulda killed for a teacher like you. I had teachers like mrs. burns." he shuddered. you cringed slightly. that pre-historic woman was still teaching. eddie had thought he was being haunted when he first saw her this year.

"I- thank you." you said, blushing, hiding your smile. "I had a teacher once, ms. mccason, and she really inspired me to be a teacher. she was always so fun, and exciting, made me actually want to come to school." you gushed. eddie watched you, carefully, happily. he liked seeing you like this.

"she would decorate like this, and- oh!" you turned, grabbing some of your decorations. "that's why I needed help, actually. she would always hang the decorations from the ceiling, and I thought that was the coolest thing, and I wanted to do that, but I can't exactly reach to put the cupid's up." you said, looking at eddie hopefully.

eddie nodded, pulling out a chair, stepping carefully onto it with his heavy work boots before pushing up on the ceiling tile. you handed him one by one, chatting with him as you went. about school, how he met steve, what you liked to do outside of school, even eddie's band.

"I play at the hideout, sometimes." eddie said, hanging the last one before stepping down. "uh, you should come sometime."

your eyes lit up. "yeah?" you asked.

eddie nodded, cheeks flaming. "yeah. I-i mean, if you want to." he blushed. "we play every tuesday. sometimes we get the thursday or friday spot. just depends if tony's being a dick or not." he muttered and you giggled.

"yeah, I'd love to come sometime." you smiled, swaying slightly, hands clasped in front of you.

"cool." eddie grinned. "I'd love to see you there."

you had gone, the next tuesday. steve joined you with his friend robin and dustin, two mutual friends of eddie as well. the three of you made up most of the crowd, but eddie didn't mind. he was just happy you'd showed up.

the two of you stayed crowded in a booth, even after everyone else left, sharing beers and giggly stories. you didn’t care that it was a school night, too caught up in eddie. he kissed you when he walked you to your car that night, boozy and blushy, stammering apologies and wide eyed when he pulled away.

you grinned, pressing a kiss to his cheek. on friday, you had your valentine’s day party. students hyper on exchanged candies, little cards tucked away in their handmade boxes.

you stayed late, pulling down decorations before the weekend, perking up when you heard eddie’s cart squeak and wheel down the hallway.

“need any help?” eddie asked, leaning in the doorway.

he helped you pull down each decoration, sharing heart shaped suckers and conversation hearts that were left in your own valentine’s day box.

“oh,” you said, spinning around, and opening the top drawer of your desk. “I almost forgot.”

you handed a small, red envelope over to him. your pretty writing scrawled on the top.

‘to: eddie’ with a small heart besides his name.

he’d blushed, laughing when he opened it. a cartoon guitar with flames and hearts that read, ‘you rock, valentine!’ in obnoxiously large font. beneath it, you’d scribbled a little note.

‘thanks for the best night out. you do rock. wondering if you’re free saturday?’ your number in the following lines.

eddie looked up wide eyed at you. you winked, blushing towards him. “if you want to go out again.” you shrugged. “I’d love to spend valentine’s day with you. maybe go to the movies? or the bowling alley?”

eddie nodded, blabbering yes while blushing so hard he was sure his cheeks would melt right onto the ground.

you waited for him to lock up, walking you to your car. he promised to call the next morning, and he did. when he showed up at your little town house, he greeted you with a dozen red roses, his blushing cheeks matching them.

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corrodedcoffins-blog · 11 months ago

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Public

older!rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader

note: takes place after Paris throughout 2024, yn and eddie stop hiding their relationship now that they're both all in.

warning: slut shaming

y/nl/n

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y/nl/n: 📸: eds

september 15, 2023

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em_1989: im so happy for you 😭😭

taytay.13: how she looks at him>>>

_17jenna: why is she with him? she could do so much better than some old guy

dylan_86: cause she's a slut

georgia.iloveyourson: that 'some old guy' is a literal rock legend. what have you done?

ribbons.in.your.hair: whats my girl making in the studio??? 👀

youve.been.gilmored_: y/n with glasses 🔛🔝

_jeremy.03: this relationship is weird...

ima_mirrorball: thanks for the opinion that nobody asked for 🥰

layla.anderson19: we're all gonna ignore the last photo???

posted Feb 5, 2024

Eddie Munson (46) and Y/n L/n (25) were seen getting very cozy at The Grammy's this past weekend. Sitting next to Taylor Swift, as well as Lana Del Rey, it seems the 'Nonsense' singer's friends get along great with the rock legend.

The couple were both up for their own separate awards, Munson being up for Rock Album with 'In Times New Roman...' by Queen of the Stone Age, having been the main producer on several songs. As well as 'Not Strong Enough' by Boygenius, a group Eddie had publicly wanted to work with since their first EP, and finally having that time this past year.

L/n was up for Record of the Year with her song 'Feather', winning her first Grammy. The couple shared a cute moment, with a hug and a kiss, before she got a big hug from friend and mentor, Taylor Swift, then running up on stage; mentioning both in her speech. As well as winning Music Video for, again, her song 'Feather'.

The couple also didn't miss Eddie Munson's son, Leo Munson, getting a few awards that night also. The man worked with Boygenius, producing and winning Alternative Album, as well as beating his father in Rock Album, with 'This Is Why' by Paramore.

All around a very successful night for the couple, as one of their first fully public engagements together.

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June 22, 2024

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em.emily: she's so hot 😍

sturniolo.13: she's crazyyy for this

dads.bradsandchads: She admits she's only with him cause of his age and money.

mom.iama.richman: i aspire to be your level of delusion

big_reputation: the pic w eddie is so cute

zebra11: y/n is so iconic 😭

katelynstyles: she's so unserious

normalpeople_: ikr i love her

flyers_fan: She's with him for attention.

carmencarmen: i also love dilfs

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isla_munson: my first ep 'isla' is out THIS FRIDAY!!! 🖤🤍

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y/nl/n: so proud of you hun!!! ❤️❤️

walker.scobell: 🍂

isla_munson: 🍂

corrodedcoffinofficial: So excited to listen, little Munson!

jess.1989: y/n has writing creds!!

speaknow.stan: that's how y'know its gonna be good!

madmax: nah, we know its gonna be good because Leo is producing!

emails_13: nah, we know its gonna be good because its isla!

sienna.taylor: my little recording artist 🥰

isla_munson: love ya! ❤️

samandcolbys.wife: walker and isla's comments 👀

isla.loverr: autumn leaves about to be THE teenage love song

lana.lorde: i know!!! they're so cute!

leomunson: can't wait for people to hear your work!

isla_munson: our* work

isla's ep:

balled of a homeschooled girl - olivia rodrigo

kissing lessons - lucy dacus

pretty isn't pretty - olivia rodrigo

lacy - olivia rodrigo

anatomy - kenzie (about her mom)

autumn leaves - mckenna grace (about walker)

graceland too - pheobe bridgers (leo wrote about isla)

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@whoscamila @mystargirl-interlude @creoleguurl @witchwolflea @kissmejoey @taylorswiftsloverfr @random000000sblog

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cannibalsforbreakfast · 10 months ago

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Cruel Summer - Chapter 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: The "Eddie Munson is a speedway racer" high school AU no one asked for, but you're getting it anyways. Enemies to friends to lovers | No-Upsidedown AU | Fast cars, fast times | Reader moved from "the city" to Hawkins

Tags [will be updated as things progress]: swearing, underage drinking, dangerous driving, Jason sucks as usual, mentions of weed, light angst, misunderstandings, reader is afab, not sure if I'll have smut yet or not

A/N: Chapter 1 is already on Ao3 but here's the Tumblr version! New chapters will always be posted on Ao3 first, with a week or so delay to here.

CH1: 3,780w

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“Hot summer streets and the pavements are burning, I sit around / Trying to smile, but the air is so heavy and dry”

If anyone had asked, you wouldn’t have said car racing was something you’d be interested in. Watching hunks of metal speeding around in circles always seemed pretty pointless to you. When combined with the auditory chaos of engines and screaming crowds, and nauseating smell of gasoline and burning rubber, it had never been high on your bucket list.

Then again, neither had moving to Hawkins, Indiana. And yet, here you were: stuck in small-town nowhere for (just, you hoped) the summer. But a summer practically felt like forever to you.

And so you were at the speedway car races with your cousin, Robin. Because apparently, she said, it would “be fun” and “social” and “lots of people went.”

You supposed you should be lucky Robin was pretty chill about hanging out with you. After all, having your city-slicker cousin practically dumped on your doorstep without so much as a “by your leave” by your parents — who had gone off to “rediscover themselves” and hopefully salvage five years of impending divorce — probably wasn’t high on HER bucket list, either. She and her parents had been more than welcoming, sticking you and your five overstuffed suitcases in the spare room on the second floor, just next door to Robin, without hesitation and urging you to make yourself at home.

If you saw Robin and her parents exchange some pointed and pitying glances, well, you’d just try and ignore them. Because they were right. Your parents clearly didn’t care enough about you to take you with them on their wild second-honeymoon or whatever, so they’d abandoned you without looking back, saying they’d pick you up in a couple months before school started up again. They thought. Maybe homeschooling had been implied as a possibility if they happened to return a bit later than assumed from…Panama? Costa Rica? Whatever warm, probably tropical, place they’d gone to. Without their only daughter.

Honestly, sometimes you just felt the truth of it in your bones when, at the height of their marital Cold War, they’d each called the other some variant of “frigid bitch.” Only the coldest of the cold would up and abandon their offspring like that, without any evident desire to really take responsibility for them ever again. If you just wandered off at the end of the summer, got a job waiting tables in the nearest big city, didn’t bother to send a forwarding address, you didn’t think they’d be too fussed. Depressing.

The frozen atmosphere at home had gone on so long, you’d practically adopted aloofness yourself as a survival mode. What you didn’t feel, couldn’t hurt. Didn’t help you with making any friends once you’d entered high school, but it kept anyone from really bothering you for three years. The summer before your senior year was supposed to be this golden eternity of afternoons at the pool, perfecting your tan, or giggling at the local mall while licking ice creams and debating who-liked-who-liked-who.

Not wasting away in Hawkins, a town small enough you bet you could count all of the stoplights on one hand.

You missed the city so much it ached . Missed the dizzying heights of the buildings towering above you, missed the way the very air seemed to thrum with an energy, a beat that got into your pulse and made you feel alive. Missed the hole-in-the-wall restaurants on every street and the used bookstores piled high with more volumes than you could read in a lifetime. Hawkins was…quaint, but inside you worried if you stayed here long enough it would drain the life out of you until you couldn’t make it anywhere else.

Not that you’d say any of that to Robin, who was babbling cheerfully away at your side as you strolled up to the local speedway just out of town. She was wearing a loose striped men’s shirt with the cuffs rolled up and jeans, despite the lingering heat of the evening. Robin, you’d come to learn, was pretty much always babbling about something or another, a natural condition that tended to get even worse whenever she was flustered or nervous. Given your tendency to listen, rather than speak, you actually balanced each other out rather well. With her, surprisingly, you felt you could be…yourself…that little bit more. Felt a bit of that icy shell melt away.

You tuned back in to hear her say, “We’re going to meet up with Steve, he’s gotten there early to stake us out a spot. You wouldn’t think it but it can get really crowded and picking the right spot out of the sun and the dust and on the right side of the track is, like, crucial to the enjoyment factor. Steve’s a boy, by the way. He’s not my boyfriend – well, he’s a boy who’s a friend, but we’re not like that, actually he’s more like an annoying brother. But he’s not annoying, I promise!”

You smiled to yourself as Robin rambled on. Truly, you found it more endearing than not.

“I’m sure he’s nice,” you said, cutting in so Robin could actually take a full breath. She smiled back at you.

“Yeah, he’s great. But don’t tell him I said that, I swear his hair grows an inch every time someone says something nice about him.”

You smiled and promised that, of course, you wouldn’t breathe a word.

The two of you step up to the bored-looking teenager taking tickets, and you passed over your paper stub, slightly sweaty from being clutched in your hand. Stepping through the entrance gate, you’re immediately assaulted with the smell of deep-fried foods mixed with beer, the raucous laughter of crowds of families and teens here for an evening out. A fine dust permeated the air, making your eyes water. The track, a packed dirt oval that was both bigger and smaller than you imagined, spread out before you, bordered by some haphazardly stacked rectangle bales of hay you assumed were there for the “safety” of the crowd, though they looked anything but. You imagined any car crashing into those at serious speed would take them out easily…as well as the onlookers setting up their camp chairs frighteningly close to the barrier.

Across the track, a small elevated building rigged with wires and a mounted loudspeaker was clearly where the announcers were situated. Tinny commentary was blaring from the PA system, but it was almost impossible to hear above the general din.

There were mullets and wife-beaters on display everywhere. As you looked around, you noted that everyone – and you mean everyone – seemed to be dressed in nothing more formal than jeans and a shirt. You hadn’t batted an eye when Robin left the house like that, because that’s what your cousin always wore. And she’d told you to dress casual but…

“Robin,” you asked, “am I overdressed?”

She’d been herding you along the track toward one end, but at your question she glanced over at you and winced, which you supposed was answer enough.

“Robinnnnn,” you whined.

“What?” she protested. “I said ‘casual,’ that’s what you came out in, so I figured it was fine!”

Up until you saw the sea of daisy dukes before you, you’d thought what you were wearing was casual. It certainly was back in the city. The simple, white-and-red polkadot dress you were wearing, cinched at the waist with a plain wide belt you’d dug out the bottom of your suitcase, cute frilly sleeves sitting just below your tanned shoulders, wouldn’t have been anything your classmates back home blinked at. You hadn’t even done your makeup, besides a swipe of lip gloss! But you were rapidly getting the sense you’d have to redefine your expectations here in Hawkins. And with the swirls of rust-colored dust almost constantly permeating the air, you could already tell white was a particularly bad choice.

Oh well, you’d just have to make the best of it. And get the dress in the wash sooner rather than later.

“It’s alright, Robin,” you reassured your cousin, who’d been worrying at her lip while you thought. “It’s just a dress. Plus, it’s not like I’ll be in any of the cars,” you joked.

“Steve’ll probably have a blanket or something you can use anyways,” she said. “He’s a dad like that. Oh look, there he is. Steve! Steeeeve! Ugh, he isn’t listening. OI, DINGUS!”

Robin waved frantically at a boy a bit ahead of you, who’d staked out a pretty prime spot on the hillside around the middle of the straightaway, complete with camping chairs, picnic blanket and cooler of what you desperately hoped was something cold. Now this is what you’d imagined when Robin said “races.” And it was comfortingly far away from the hay barrier.

The boy – Steve – raked his hands through his already artfully disheveled mop of hair and rolled his eyes at Robin.

“Could you shout any louder?” he grumbled. “Jesus, I think the whole crowd heard you.”

“Oh don’t be such a wuss. Hey, this is my cousin. She’s cool. Cousin, meet Steve. He’s a dweeb.”

“A dweeb with charm, also known as the best kind,” Steve said with a smile, reaching out to shake your hand. “I heard you’re in town for the summer. Welcome to Hawkins – guessing it’s a pretty big change from where you’re from.”

“Um, yeah, wasn’t sure what to expect, but it’s better than I thought. Lots of nice people,” you offered him a small smile in return, a bit taken aback by the easy way he folded you into the dynamic.

“I’ll bet,” he agreed. “First time at a speedway?”

“First time at any kind of races,” you admitted. “I have no idea what’s going on.”

“Not much too it really,” Robin said around a mouthful of beer. Clearly, she’d helped herself to Steve’s stash, but by the way he just shook his head, you got the sense this was basically normal. He silently offered you a bottle, but you shook your head – maybe in a bit. Steve did seem nice, but you weren’t quite ready to be under the influence under someone new just yet. Robin kept talking: “Cars go zoom zoom, and the one that goes zoom zoom the fastest wins. We mostly just come here to support Eddie.”

You cocked your head. “Who’s Eddie?”

“Friend from school. He’s been working extra shifts all summer, which is why you haven’t met him yet. He works down at the local body shop, races on the side. We’ll point his car out when he’s up.”

You nodded, sure he’d be nice too, if Robin’s taste in friends so far was anything to go by.

The three of you sat, chatting amiably for a few minutes, and you felt yourself relaxing into Robin and Steve’s easy, familiar banter. They traded well-worn jabs back and forth, but there’s no heat behind them. You settled yourself on the blanket between them, tucking your skirt beneath your legs and mostly enjoying the vibe, only chiming in when you had something to say, like when Steve started to say “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” was supposedly underrated (he was wrong, and both you and Robin soundly told him so).

As the sun finally started to go down – days were still long and hot, and all three of you were peevishly slapping at overly familiar mosquitos – the track lights finally flickered into life and it seemed like things were about to start. Robin let out a squeal, wiggling her knees in excitement.

You were all ready for – you didn’t know, monster trucks or something? – when, to your surprise, the first line of cars that raced onto the track looked more like glorified go karts than anything else. Seeing your confusion, Steve leaned over and murmured, “They do the kiddie stuff first,” and you then saw that the drivers did seem awfully young. Fortunately they were wearing helmets.

The announcer counted down the start, and at the waving of the first green flag they tore around the track, kicking up immense clouds of gasoline-scented dust that settled over everything – your hair, your clothes, you could even see it coating the fine hairs on your arm. Gross.

And these little kids were vicious. Not crashing directly into each other, but drifting aggressively around the turns and cutting each other off within what looked like inches to spare between bumpers. Everyone was cheering on individual numbers, and you, Steve and Robin got into it by picking your favorite car and rooting for them at the top of your lungs. After a few heats you felt your throat dry up, and gratefully accepted one of the cooling bottles of beer Steve offered.

Beer with friends on a Friday night. Weirdly, this felt more like how you thought summer was supposed to go than you figured you’d get in Hawkins. Or anywhere.

As the night wore on, the races of the small and mid-sized cars started to blur into each other, and you started idly wondering when you’d be able to go home. Well. To Robin’s home.

“And nowwwww, the event you’ve all been waiting forrrrr!” shrilled the announcer.

From the back paddock where all the cars were parked, there came a grunty rumble. A vibration that made its way into your bones, your veins, the thump-thump of your heart. This was the rhythm you’d been missing, filling you up from the inside out.

And then, the first line of proper-sized cars ripped their way onto the track, to a massive cheer from the crowd. But you weren’t even sure you could call them “cars.” Dinged, dented, and beaten back into shape, these were machines reduced to the essence of speed. Any extra baggage had clearly been ripped out – seats, radio, even the entire bottom half of the trunk was gone. What was left was the engines, the driver’s seat, and anything essential to make them go.

They ran a few menacing laps around the track, jostling for position on the grid.

“Look, there’s Eddie!” Robin pointed.

“Which one is he?” you asked.

“The black one, with the red bat on the hood.”

“Eddie’s always had a flair for the dramatic,” Steve clarified.

Your eyes traced the black car as Eddie maneuvered it into the inside of the track, on the front row – “That’s a good position,” Steve clarified again. Unlike most of the other cars, which had paint jobs in varying states of peeling off, Eddie clearly kept his car freshly painted despite the risk of damage – it gleamed, pitch blank, with just the blood red of the bat leaping out of the design. From what you could see of Eddie, as he was mostly shielded by a helmet, he was also in all black.

“I’m sensing a theme,” you muttered dryly.

Like horses jostling for position, the cars – there must have been a dozen or so – revved their engines just behind the starting line. There was an agonizing moment of tension, where everyone stared at the red stoplight holding them in place.

Then it winked green, the flag was waved, and the race began.

You watched as Eddie’s car and the one on his right, painted a chipped red-white-and-blue roared to the front like bats of out hell. They gunned it down the straightaway before whipping into a drift around the curve that was so aggressive, their cars yawing onto two wheels so hard, your hands flew to your mouth to swallow a gasp despite yourself, sure they’d tip over or spin out. Magically Eddie’s car righted itself as he came out of the turn and he gunned it down the next straight, neck and neck with the other vehicle.

The laps went by in what felt to you like seconds, a frenetic dance conducted at speed. With the razor-thin margins the two cars took the turns, you knew that if Eddie lost concentration for a nanosecond, he’d be out of the race. You blinked dust out of your eyes furiously, loath to miss a single second. Next to you, Robin and Steve were yelling – you were pretty sure Robin was just repeating profanities at this point – but you could hardly make yourself breathe normally, let alone cheer.

There were only a few laps to go and the other car had stolen the lead from Eddie. Though Eddie was keeping the black monstrosity right on his tail, pushing himself right into the rear bumper to try and throw the other driver off.

They made another sharp drift around a corner and, as they came off the curve, Eddie made his move, pushing the throttle to take his car around the outside of the red-and-white leader. He took the turn, hard, trying to get his nose in front of the other car’s, and this time you did let out a whimper of concern. Your heart thumped in time with the roar of the crowd, and when Eddie made it, slipping in front of his rival to cross the finish line first, you couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

Steve and Robin were now jumping up and down and hugging each other, and you smiled at their infectious joy.

The other cars coasted to a stop in the middle of the track while Eddie took his victory lap, waving the checkered flag from out the driver’s window. He must have spotted the two maniacs next to you, because the car rolled to a stop on the track in front of you, and Eddie stepped out from the car.

You knew he drove like a devil, but you weren’t expecting him to look like a fallen angel.

A strange shiver ran through you as you watched him pull off his black helmet. Long, dark curls spilled out, framing his sharp, sculpted face. Even with his bangs sweat-soaked and disheveled, he was capital H-O-T. Dark hair, dark eyes, with a plush mouth you knew was made for sin. He was everything your parents would have warned you away from, and everything you – or your body, at least – immediately wanted.

“Be normal,” you thought to yourself. “This is Robin’s friend .”

Robin and Steve trotted down to the side of the track, and you trailed behind them, a little unsure. It was the last race of the evening, and with the entertainment over, the crowds were starting to melt away. It didn’t escape your notice that while all the other drivers were getting handshakes and back-slaps galore from their fellow racers and even some officials, no one had come over to congratulate the actual winner, Eddie, except for the three of you.

“Edieeeeee, you won!” Robin shrieked at her usual top-volume. “But also, ugh, you smell like fumes, ew no, don’t hug me.” She wiggled away from his playful attempt at a hug, wrinkling your nose.

“Comes with the territory, Robin, you’re just gonna have to get used to it. You certainly don’t mind when I’m fixing your car for free, again . Hey, Steve, nice of the King to make an appearance.” The two boys traded fist bumps, Steve rolling his eyes at his high school nickname. You broke into a wide smile at their antics.

Eddie’s eyes met yours, where you lingered behind, and he arched one eyebrow, his previously warm and open expression becoming more guarded, scanning you from the top of your windswept hair to the bottom of your now quite dusty flats. Your smile faded, and you resisted the urge to brush yourself off in the face of his gaze.

“Who’s this?” he asked. “Wasn’t aware we had a third cheerleader on the squad. Does little miss Dots like what she has to see so far?”

You find yourself bristling at his presumptuous tone. “I don’t quite take your meaning,” you respond stiffly.

Eddie laughed, an open, easy sound you could have loved – except for the sharp edge to his voice. He straddled the hay bale, spreading his hands open. You tried not to look at how his black racing uniform stretched tight over his thighs. Really, you tried.

“Come on, guys, this is a joke, right? Ha, ha, Eddie’s first race of the season, let’s get a cute little cupcake of a girl to come along, flirt a little, string lil ’ol Eddie along? Give the girl a ride to remember?”

He fixed his molten brown eyes on you. “Did someone put you up to it, Dots? Patrick? Jason? It’s the sort of shit thing Jason would do.”

By this point, both Steve and Robin were exchanging a confused glance that clearly conveyed their shared sense of, “uh, what?” But you knew exactly what.

Eddie had taken one look at you – at your too-much dress, too-much smile, maybe something else you didn’t even know in your demeanor – and concluded that the only possible explanation for your presence was that you were a…paid escort? Hooker? Someone bribed to come watch his race and flutter your eyelashes at him, spread her legs?

You felt the usual protection of your ice queen reputation from back home freezing off any earlier warmth from your expression.

“Someone clearly has a high opinion of himself. I’m not going to cream just because you’ve got half skills with half a car. Get over yourself. Robin,” you turn to your cousin, “I’m going back to the house.”

“It’s miles to the house,” Robin protested, nervous gaze flicking between you – fuming – and Eddie – nonchalantly picking at his cuticles, not sparing you another glance.

“I’ll walk.” It was only a mile or so to Robin’s, and you didn’t want to spend a single second more in his company, friends with your cousin or not. Eddie’d done a spectacular job of reminding you why you usually didn’t do things that were “fun” or “social” or that “lots of people” went to. You didn’t need another asshole man in your life, your father was doing a bang-up job of that by himself.

“I’d give you a ride, Dots, but as you can see,” Eddie gestured to the literally empty passenger seat in the stock car next to him, “I can’t.”

“Fuck you,” you hissed, whirling around and stomping off before reaching a hand up to swipe angrily at the tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

You heard Robin run after you. “She’s my cousin you MORON,” she called back to Eddie. When she caught up to you, you gave her a watery smile in thanks, and she reached over to squeeze your shoulders.

New item for your summer bucket list: Never, ever see Eddie again.

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Chapter 2

Lae's Masterlist

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fawninthesnow · 1 month ago

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/) /) ( ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ) / づづ ~ ♡Multi Fandom Master list 18+

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

"𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧'"

Series: 1,

𐙚 Eddie Munson x Farm Girl! Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+

Summary: You were raised on a farm near Hawkins, Illinois, where you were homeschooled and instilled with strong religious beliefs. One day, a young man named Eddie stops by.

Warnings/contains: Rockstar Eddie au, misuse of religion, knife play, mentions of blood, breeding, smut, rough sex, oral sex (fem+male receiving), mentions of paganism, smoking, not proof read-- english is not my first language!

To be continued + added to lol

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fanficfanatic000 · 10 months ago

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Edward fucking munson pt2

enemies to lovers

Eddie Munson x fem reader 18+ tw no minors

"Okay lets play!"You played dnd for 3 hours straight finding out everyone's names but there was something about eddie that was familiar the way he talked and the way he acted And the end you lost everyone did to eddie the fucking dungeon master. He threw his head back in laughter in his throne "Better luck next time Princess!"You walked outside in defeat walking towards your car feeling the cold on your arms.....fuck you left your jacket insideYou walk threw the door again with him eddie to be picking up the game and you saw him looking down at the table then he looked up at you and you remembered him from your freshman high-school he always called you weird and a freak then the whole school caught on and started bullying you he had a buzzed haircut Slightly growing out and no tattoos "Edward munson." He looked shocked but confused "how did you know my full name"You rolled your eyes he didn't recognize you either "how would you not remember the weird freak?" You looked him straight in the eyes and finally found his memory of you "oh uh hey y/n...." he looked shy and embarrassed "hey y/n.. thats all! You made me get homeschooled..."You grabbed your coat and ran out and drove off. The next dayYou got on your pants a t shirt eyeliner. And you went to work it was pretty slow Until he walked in Edward munson he went to the counter "is y/n here?" He said to your coworker so your coworker brought you to the counter "munson what can i get for ya?"You said in a deep tone he looked kind and worried about you but your anger was to thick to even care about his emotions "Can we talk? Y/n?" You screamed to your coworker "im taking my break early!"And you and eddie walked outside taking a seat on the sidewalk. "Look back then i didnt know what would happen if i said those things..." you look at him like is that all? "Okay we good now?" "What? We good now. Hell no do you not remember." You were about to explain but then dustin interrupted "eddie and y/n whatcha doing?""Henderson! I was about just to leave" he runs off. "What was that about?"You sigh "long story...so whatcha need dustin?" He smiles "well i was hoping youd bring me to a party?" You raised an eyebrow "a party" "yep a party its tonight will you take me.. your invited" you look at him confused "invited by who?""Well its steves party but he said i can invite anyone."

#fandom #eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson lives #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie #fanfic #stranger things 4 #Edward fucking munson

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final-girl96 · 2 years ago

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Stolen Hearts

Eddie Munson x Reader

NO UPSIDE DOWN!

THIS WILL NOT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE SHOW!

Disclaimer: I DON'T NOT own Eddie Munson or any of the other Stranger Things characters.

Q- When will it be posted?

A- I have no clue. I'm just pitching an idea I have. I haven't even written anything for it. It will be on my wattpad and Ao3 when I do decide to start writing it.

Ideas So Far:

Starts in 1984 senior year of high school

Eddie gets discovered in 1986 at the hideout

YN Hexley is the quiet girl, smart, doesn't have friends, her dad is a rock star, but nobody knows that. Moved from L.A. California to Hawkins Indiana 1980 her freshman year, was homeschooled up until then

Eddie is kind of mean, popular with the girls but they won't admit it because he's "the freak" of Hawkins. Will be out of character

Eddie is a little OOC he can be cruel, self-centered at times, a player never sticking with one girl

Jax Hexley - lead singer, front man of Blood Red Viper, YN dad, from Hawkins originally, had yn at eighteen shortly after being discovered at The Hideout.

Description:

Eddie Munson was only a few credits away from graduating. The problem, though, was that he was horrible at math. In order for him to pass, he needs a tutor so he can graduate and get the hell out of Hakins, Indiana.

Yn Hexley is the perfect person to help, according to her teacher. She's smart and has straight A's. And seeing as she didn't have much going on in her life...she agreed to help Eddie.

She knows who Eddie is, everyone knows who he is. Yn on the other hand; she was invisible. Nobody knew who she was. She moved from L.A. California to Hawkins, Indiana, the place her father grew up. She's been homeschooled her whole life, with being on tour and what not with her father Jax Hexley, lead singer of the rock band Blood Red Vipers.

But he wanted her to have a normal high school experience and make friends her own age. And what better way to do that than to enroll her in his old High School, Hawkins High. He and the band wanted to take a break from touring for a little while as well, write new music for a new album, so it was perfect.

Until she falls for the boy she tutors, Eddie Munson, the leading man of Corroded Coffin. How could she not be attracted to a musician when that's the world she grew up in. Music is her life, and Eddie Munson was the definition of music. Maybe she should have listened to everyone when they told her he would break her heart.

Warnings:

☆ Strong Language

☆ Drugs & Alcohol (Rockstar Life)

☆ Adult Themes

☆ Virginity Loss

☆ Spanking

☆ Choking

☆ Edging

☆ Rough Sex

☆ Unprotected Sex (she'll get on BC later)

☆ Small Amount of BDSM

☆ Oral (both)

☆ Dub-Con

☆ Public Sex

☆ Degrading (slut & whore mostly)

☆ Cock Warming

☆ Hair Pulling

☆ Breeding Kink

☆ Daddy Kink

☆ Dom Eddie

☆ Mead Eddie

☆ Eddie is OOC

☆ Angst

☆ Fluff (much later)

☆ Possessive (he doesn't want to be tied down but also doesn't want her to be with anyone else)

☆ Manipulation

☆ Slight Abuse (verbal & mental)

☆ Cheating?

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multi-writer · 3 years ago

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The Lonely Princess and The Nerd Knight Pt.1

Eddie Munson x Rich! Reader

The Lonely Princess and The Nerd Knight Pt.2

Summary: It's the first time you go to school after being homeschooled and your mother allowed you to, but it doesn't turn out the way you expected.

Author´s note: I've had this idea for so long that when I wrote it I couldn't stop, so I ended up with 9 pages and over 3k words for this first part alone. to be honest, I didn't think Tumblr would let me post it because of the word limit.

Warnings: bad words, fluff to angst, Eddie deserves the world, I was shaking while writing this because of the amount of fluff and the amount of angst. I hope you like it!

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Your mother was the one who decided to move to an unknown place after your father had to stay working in Washington ‘perks of being a senator’ you always thought. Your father was from a family with a lot of money, while your mother was a working woman who was not accepted by your father's family. Because of this, your mother gave up her dream job so that your father's parents, your grandparents, would agree to help both your parents and you get the best life.

Thanks to this you knew how to play instruments, played several sports, spoke several languages and loved to read. However, being homeschooled, you didn't know much about socializing with people your own age, so your mother, having more freedom being at Hawkins without your father, decided to enroll you in high school for your senior year so you could live a normal year.

But she didn't think about the problems this could bring. Many students knew who you were and talked about you behind your back, especially since you didn't know exactly how to befriend them. Every day your mom bring you to school in a nice car, your clothes were always impeccable, your hair well-done and your make-up pretty and subtle. To the whole school you were untouchable, the perfect girl who never spoke and who was in the library every afternoon until you were picked up.

In the beginning, the basketball guys and cheerleader tried to invite you to different places but you didn't understand their definition of fun. "Come on! It's a party near the woods! There will be lots of alcohol and no adults!" said one of the girls as she played with her hair.

"What for?" you asked seriously. "It doesn't make sense to go to a place to drink and the next day you feel bad because of the headaches and dizziness they give" You continued confused causing the girls to look at each other to laugh and then turn their backs on you and leave, something you found really rude. Only one girl with her green uniform and copper hair stayed with you a little longer.

"It's okay if you don't want to go. You're still new in town and you'll find something you like" she offered you a gentle smile. "I like your sweater."

"Chrissy! Leave her alone!" the girls in the distance shouted making 'Chrissy' turn to look at them for a moment and then see you again.

"I have to go, but I'll see you later!" the girl said as she waved her hand in farewell. You, stunned by what had just happened, returned the gesture, then turned around to leave the school, where you found several boys chatting.

"Have you seen the new girl?" asked one of the guys. None of them had noticed you were nearby. "She's the daughter of someone important. I hear she has a lot of money."

"Forget the money, she has beautiful legs, can you imagine touching them?" replied another making the rest of them laugh.

"And let's not talk about her chest..." that's when you decided to move on to the car where they were already waiting to take you home.

Inside the car, your eyes filled with tears from the frustration you had inside. All your life you dreamed of going to some school where you could make friends and have a normal teenage life, but experiencing this in your first days at a normal school made you feel worse than you had imagined. It was as if everything you had been looking forward to was crumbling in front of you. Now you would have to spend your senior year like this.

"How did it go honey?" your mother asked from the seat in front of the wheel. You had never seen her drive a car before, apparently being away from your father and from stares that are criticizing her every move made her feel free.

"Hard mom, but tomorrow will be a new day" you said monotonously swallowing your feelings. Being here would do you both good. Or so you tried to convince yourself.

From that moment on you decided not to get involved with anyone at school, everyone knew your story and your economic status, you would not doubt that many would be interested in you just because of that, they would even take advantage of it. Days turned into weeks, and then into months. You simply focused on your studies and on not relating to people who would bring you nothing in life. Thanks to this, many people stopped laughing at you and began to treat you with respect when they saw that you were not going to fall into their game.

"You look beautiful babe" said a boy as he licked his lips. You just stood there, staring at him without any expression until the boy got uncomfortable and walked away with his friends as they talked about you. "She's a heartless fucking bitch" the boy said as the rest of his friends nodded. You watched him for a few seconds then turned around and continued walking to the cafeteria.

Inside you went straight to the table where you would sit alone until a couple of guys interrupted your path. Jason, the basketball captain, was chest to chest against Eddie Munson, the leader of the D&D club. Jason, seeing you standing in front of them pushed Eddie out of your way and then went to the table where his team was. His face red with anger. When you turned to look at Eddie, you saw that the boy lowered his head slightly and made a gesture with his hands as a sign for you to walk past him.

"After you, princess." Said the long haired guy, then turned and walked away to where his friends were. He didn't give you another look.

The rest of the day passed without anything else interesting. Classes continued as they usually are and you couldn't wait to get out of there. The last bell rang making everyone get up quickly to leave. You took your time as you packed your things in your backpack and then got up and walked out. The hallways were full of teenagers talking to their friends, some of them looked at you as if they were analyzing you while others didn't give you a second thought. In your locker you left some of your books that you didn't need to take out others that were for homework. Your gaze fell on your copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird" that your mother had secretly given you, you looked both ways and decided to put that book in your backpack as well, closing it quickly and then slamming your locker shut and leaving the school.

You weren't planning to go to the library that time, it was Friday so you decided to clear your mind with something else. In front of the school was a forest so you didn't hesitate to go for a walk in it. The only noise was the trees moving thanks to wind and the leaves rustling under your footsteps, the walk was relaxing, as if you could finally be free in a world where everyone's eyes are on you. It didn't take you long until you came across a picnic table in the middle of the forest, the place looked strange to you so you decided to approach to look at it, seeing that no one was coming, you put your backpack on the table to sit down and take out your book. The place was perfect for reading without interruptions. Or so you thought until a noise made you turn quickly.

Eddie Munson held up his hands as a sign that he wouldn't do anything bad to you as he made you jump with fright. His eyes were full of surprise to see you in the place where he always went to sell drugs to high school kids looking for a good time.

"Easy princess, I won't do anything to you" he commented as he slowly approached, seeing that you weren't going to leave, he sat down across from you. You just looked at him. "To Kiil a Mockingbird? Apparently the princess isn't so innocent after all, you know it's illegal to read that kind of book right?" he said with a smile.

You just looked at him for a few seconds and then closed the book and put it on your lap. "There's a reason I read it in a place away from people, Munson" You said looking him up and down seeing how his eyes widened more when he saw that you located him. "Or so I thought" you finished sarcastically making the boy let out a silent laugh.

"How do you know my name?" he asked as he clasped his hands together on the table.

"Everyone knows who you are, you're not someone who goes unnoticed" you replied as you equally placed your hands on the table, mimicking him. He just stared at you for a moment and then clasped his hands over his heart and fell backwards as if you had shot an arrow to his heart, when he got up he had leaves in his hair, shoulders and back.

"The town's princess knows who I am" he said as he paced back and forth dramatically making you raise the corner of your lips forming a small smile caused by his actions. "And she has also smiled in my presence! I have definitely been blessed today" he stretched out his arms making you shake your head as you looked down hiding your smile that was getting bigger and bigger.

"You're crazy" you said as you watched him smiling. The man shook the leaves off his body and walked back to the table to sit back down across from you. "I'm (y/n), by the way" you extended your hand. The boy shook it in greeting.

"I know, everyone knows who you are." He said smiling. You returned your hand to join the other one on your legs. Your smile disappeared making Eddie worry in case he had said something to offend you.

"I don't think I´m known by the best way" you replied seriously, a tone of sadness in your voice that Eddie could pick up on. The man just shrugged.

"People in this town are assholes, don't pay any attention to them, especially the ones at school." Eddie said.

"Easy to say when you have friends to hang out with instead of spending your school year in the library studying every day" You mentioned with a sad grimace, your hands crossed to play with your fingers as a sign of nervousness. Eddie stood up and climbed on the seat putting his right leg on the table surprising you. The man brought his hand in front of you as a sign for you to take it.

"I'll be your friend and knight so you'll never have to spend the rest of the year locked in the school library again. Deal?" he smiled, you looked at his hand for a few seconds and then back at him. Your heart was beating fast as you looked into his sincere eyes. You smiled again making the long hair man smile back and with all the happiness you could contain you took his hand as you stood up and stood on the seat as well. There you gave a small bow and then looked into his shining eyes.

"Done, oh Munson The Great" You replied making the guy let out a laugh.

From that day on they began to meet every day at the table surrounded by the forest to talk about everything. Sometimes you laughed about other students, Eddie explained how to play D&D, other times you talked about your favorite books while Eddie listened to you attentively without taking his eyes off you as if he was studying you, you even talked about the future. Eddie was the person who made you wake up happily and excited to go to school making your mother happy because you were already living a normal teenage life. Sometimes between classes or at lunch you would throw glances and smiles at each other making Eddie´s D&D club friends look at him funny. But no matter what the day was like, you never missed your meetings in the woods.

"I can't wait to graduate" Eddie commented as he stretched, both of you lying on the ground regardless of getting dirty. "I want to get out of this town and play guitar in the best places in the world. Fuck this place and its people."

"Even me?" you asked with a smirk.

"You know I'm talking about everyone but you princess" he said as he put his hand on your hair ruining your perfect ponytail, you pushed his hand away as you laughed. "You? what do you want to do after graduation?" his question made you sigh.

"At the moment I don't have anything planned besides college... oh!" the man jumped in surprise. "I want a house surrounded by the woods, a quiet place where I can spend the rest of my years with the love of my life, without the worry of what others might think."

"Anything else?" he asked with a smile staring at you.

"Yes! A place where I can read without being interrupted" You finished smiling, turning to look at him you realized the man was still admiring you.

"Even I can't interrupt you?" He teased you.

"Only you have the permission to interrupt me" you smiled as you blushed a little.

"Even… when it's a book you don't want to stop reading?" he raised an eyebrow. You nodded.

"Even when it's the best book in the world Munson." The man sighed and you were both quiet for a few minutes, until Eddie jumped to his feet and then pulled out a notebook and pen.

"Well, I think it's time to create your own D&D character" he said as he started writing your name in his notebook making you laugh.

"You have to help me, remember I'm not an expert" you said as you stood up to walk over to him. You shook out your pants to remove any dirt residue and rubbed your arms a little to keep warm, the winter cold was already approaching.

"I say an elf princess would be perfect on you" he looked at you for a few seconds with a smile then continued writing in his notebook. "You must have to use a bow and have experience and strength, I don't want you to die in the first round" he muttered making you let out a laugh.

"No doubt I'll die in the first fight of the game." You commented to him as you removed a leaf that was in his hair, after you took it from his hair you sat down next to him to admire him as he continued to write. You were both silent until you decided to speak. "Can I tell you a secret?" you said nervously, making the boy look at you expectantly. "But you can't tell anyone!" Eddie nodded even silently to let you speak. "All my knowledge about social relationships and love relationships I've gained are from literature, that's why I have a hard time making conversation with other people. You are my first and only friend Munson" You looked at your hands which were shaking, it wasn't the deepest secret in the world but it was one that made you nervous to tell since it wasn't something normal for an 18 year old girl. Eddie, noticing your action, took your hands causing you to look at him, his eyes were shining in a way you had never seen before.

"You're not alone anymore (y/n)" Those five words made you let out air and your shoulders dropped, as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. The man hugged you tightly to calm your nerves.

As he pulled away you could see him bite his lip for a moment then sigh and reach into his backpack. His tongue flicked out between his lips for a moment as he concentrated on looking for something, sign he commonly did when he was nervous or he was thinking abut something. You realized he had found what he was looking for when he opened his eyes wider than usual and smiled again.

"Hold out your hands and close your eyes" he commented as he held the object with both hands so you couldn't see what he was holding. You tightly closed your eyes as you held out both hands. Eddie, seeing that you couldn't see, slowly put the object in your hands, as you felt his warm hands on yours your smile grew bigger and your heart raced in your chest. The object he had placed was not heavy and was small "Okay, you can open your eyes."

As you opened them you noticed a small twenty-sided die of your favorite color with gold accents. The man scratched the back of his neck nervously as he watched you look at the small gift.

"I know it's not much compared to what you would normally have but I saw it and thought of you" he commented as he avoided your gaze. You shifted your gaze from the die to him and what you did surprised him. Your arms went around his neck and you hugged him tightly, the die still in your hands.

"This is the best thing I've ever been given in my life. Thank you so much" you whispered in his ear as you slowly felt his hands wrap around your waist, you both stayed like that for a long time.

The weeks went by without any news. Everyone went out for the winter holidays. Your mother decided that you had to spend the holidays with your father so you had to travel to Washington. Thanks to this, you and Eddie talked only on the phone. The two of you could spend hours talking about anything, you would talk about how the vacations were with your family while he would say he went to the table in the woods every day so 'it wouldn't be lonely while you were in Washington' bringing a smile to your face on the other end of the phone.

In January, you begged your mother to go back to Hawkins earlier because you wanted to see Eddie before school, which she agreed to when she saw how happy you were at the town. You hadn't told Eddie anything since it would be a surprise. The drive back took forever. It was a week before you had to go back to school, so you wanted to make the most of it with your friend.

When you arrived, the first thing you did was to wrap up warmer because the cold weather in Hawkins was worst than in Washington, then you said goodbye to your mother to leave almost running to the forest. When you were in front of the path you already knew, you started to go slowly, hoping not to make any noise to surprise him. However, the laughter of a girl and the voice of a boy stopped you, when you listened to them more carefully you realized that the voice belonged to Eddie. You continued to slowly approach to find him sitting with a girl with their back to you, as you listened to part of their conversation you froze in shock.

"Can you believe she's so obsessed with her books" Eddie said laughing softly. The girl laughed louder as she rested her hand on Eddie's shoulder, there you could recognize that she was one of the cheerleaders you had met the first day.

"It's normal, she was raised that way" Chrissy replied trying to make Eddie understand.

"I don't know, it's just weird" answered the long hair man.

His comment caused a pressure in your chest as tears filled your eyes, you slowly walked away so they wouldn't hear you trying to get back to your house as fast as you could. You couldn't believe that your only friend was just like the others. When you got home, you went to your room and cried. Your mom went to talk to you, trying to help you by talking to you, but nothing could fix your broken heart. Everything had gone back to the way it was before you met Eddie.

The last week of vacation you spend it in your room. Your mother would come in a few times to tell you that Eddie had been calling you at your father's house, remembering that you hadn't told him you were back. The days went by faster than you wanted them to, so you already had to go to school. On Monday you decided to ignore him all day, you didn't look at him and you didn't go to the table in the forest, making the man look at you surprised by your attitude, you were back to being the girl who didn't express her feelings like before.

On Tuesday Eddie was trying to get close to you but you did your best not to talk to him, making Eddie look at you sadly, however, he didn't give up so he decided to skip his last class to stay in your locker so he could talk to you. The final bell rang causing you to run out of the classroom, something you didn't do before. Seeing him leaning against your locker you rolled your eyes as you let out an angry sigh. The boy quickly approached you.

"Hey, what's going on?" he asked worriedly. "Everything okay with your parents?"

You turned to look away trying to evade him so he wouldn't see your teary eyes, but your attempts were in vain when he grabbed your shoulders gently to make you look at him. You moved forcefully to get away from him surprising him. All around you students were leaving to go home.

"I don't want to see you Munson" you said dryly making him freeze in place.

"What did I do?" seeing you try to walk away he stepped in front of you. "Hey, you know you can tell me anything" This caused you to get even angrier.

"Really?!" the students still in the hallway stared at you. "For what?! Just so you can go behind my back and tell others everything I´ve told you?!" you said almost shouting causing Eddie to throw his hands up in the air like he did the first time he met you. You couldn't recognize your voice.

"What are you talking about?" he asked confused.

"Now you're going to play dumb?!" your body was shaking with anger. If you kept standing there you knew you were going to say something you were going to regret.

"Hey I don't know what you mean!" he replied already frustrated with the way you were talking to him and because he didn't understand anything that was going on or what had made you so angry. He had never seen you be like this so he became even more worried. "Come on, let's talk it over like civilized people." Eddie grabbed you by the shoulders again causing you to finally explode.

"Don't touch me freak!" you shouted without thinking as you took his hands off of you. The moment you realized what you had said you put your hands over your mouth in surprise trying to hold back a gasp. Eddie's hands fell to his side looking at you with sadness and disappointment at what you had said. Of all people, you were the one he least expected to call him that. In the distance some players from the basketball team began to approach.

"Is the freak bothering you?" one of them shouted. You only turned to look at them to then turn to look at Eddie who was still looking at you, his eyes started to create a crystalline layer.

You didn't know what to say, your mind was blank from the shock of what had just happened, so all you could do was turn around and walk away. A lump in your throat was forming making your eyes begin to cloud quickly with tears, your body was shaking as you walked away from the school. When you got to your mother's car, you slammed the door shut and broke down, covering your face with your hands as you sobbed. You didn't know what hurt more, the fact that Eddie had betrayed you or that you had done the same thing in front of everyone, breaking each other’s hearts.

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About 'Love in the Past' I´m in the middle of writing the next chapter so it will be ready before the weekend.

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hellfirecvnt · 3 years ago

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Innocence Lost

"Fuck yeah, give it to me.'

'this is heaven, what I truly want.'

It's innocence lost,

Innocence lost."

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: corruption!kink, fingering (f), smut (minors DNI), smoking weed, sex while high, let me know if I missed any.

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I'm thinking of making this a series? Like you maybe hide it at school so you can stay on the cheer squad? [I take requests]

Edit : read part two here.

You'd been homeschooled your entire life, but this year, you've convinced your parents to let you start your senior year in public school. Hawkins High. Nerves flutter through your veins as you begin to get ready in the mirror. Being homeschooled by a religious family meant you hid some aspects about yourself. Some examples are experimenting with makeup late at night and stealing clothes from the local outlets. You had no intention of showing up for your first day wearing an ankle-length skirt and a blouse.

You layer your parents preferred fashions over your jeans and t-shirt, careful to conceal any bulk that the hidden layer may add. You stuff your cosmetics into your purse to apply in the parking lot later.

"Mother, I'm leaving now!" You call with a tone you'd mastered just for them, though it was nowhere close to your actual voice.

"Okay, Y/N. Be safe!" She replies from the kitchen. You hop into your mother's car and head to your new school. You drive a little faster than usual out of excitement and wanting to do your makeup to wear out in public for the first time. With sheer luck and weeks of practice, you get your desired look perfect on the first try. The butterflies in your stomach disperse as you look around and notice how friendly everyone seems.

"Hi! Oh my god, are you new?" A cute girl with a curled ponytail and dazzling blue eyeshadow gently grab my arm and smiles.

"Yeah! Hi, um, I'm Y/N." You reply shyly. The girl introduces herself as Chrissy and beckons you to follow her, immediately taking you under her wing.

"You're so pretty! How do you get your eyebrows like that?" She beams with friendliness.

"Oh, I just-" You're cut off as she opens the door to the gym, and you see all the lovely cheerleaders practicing and socializing.

"C'mere and meet coach!" Chrissy exclaims, leading you to an older woman across the gym. Within a few hours, without even trying, you become the newest Hawkins High Cheerleader. It feels like a movie, similar to something out of your secret teen magazines you hide under your mattress. You're given a uniform instantly, and Chrissy insists you change now so that everyone knows the "cool new girl is one of us!"

The day progresses like a breeze, and you feel like you own the school. After the last period of the day, you wave goodbye to Chrissy and your new friends. The door you parked closest to is on the other side of the school, so you happily start walking. As you pass the auditorium, you hear a commotion inside a side-stage door.

"That's a miss!" A raspy voice rattles through the door. Curiosity consumes you, and suddenly, your hand turns the handle to the door. When you peek inside, you see a guy sitting on a throne and five younger students surrounding a table covered with game pieces and character notes. You study the table intently and scan over the theatrical game play unraveling in front of you.

Your eyes travel from the table to the man on the throne, and you notice he's looking right at you. His eyes travel down your body and back up to your face. Your eyes linger in his for a moment, and he smirks. You quickly close the door and speed walk the way you were heading before you were distracted. Your mind can't help but wander back to the dark brown eyes of the wild-haired mystery man. You feel the heat rise in your face when you recall the smirk that curled into his lips when he saw you.

He consumes your thoughts so heavily that you get lost a few times looking for the right exit. You finally make it to the parking lot, relieved to have somewhere to escape so you can assess these sudden feelings. All you can think about is how his messy curls framed his expressive face. The way his gaze traveled down your body in your uniform. The uniform, by the way, was far more revealing than even the clothes you hide under your church outfit.

At that moment, you snap out of your trance and remember you can't return home in this outfit. You quickly throw your long skirt and blouse back on over the uniform. With one final exhale, you smile to yourself, celebrating a successful first day. Nothing could take this high from you, you thought. Until you tried to start the car and it wouldn't turn over.

"No, no, no!" You yell in frustration before resting your head on the steering wheel, defeated. Suddenly, the sharp knock of a ring-clad hand snaps you from your pity party. You jump in surprise and turn to see the man from the throne holding a set of jumper cables.

"Need some help?" He offers, with a brilliant smile through your car window. You open your car door and step out, thanking him. Your words are cut short as you notice him staring at your outfit. The long, thick skirt was the opposite of the short cheerleader skirt. He's still looking at you with a raised brow, unsure if you're the same girl he saw inside. He quickly connects the jumper cables before breaking the almost awkward silence.

"Were you... Are you the new kid?" His eyes narrow, wondering what secrets you're keeping with your outfit change.

"Yeah. My name's Y/N." You nervously reply. "This- um, the skirt is..." You try to explain the outfit, but he just chuckles. You watch him closely as he connects the final cable to the battery. The tendons in his hand flex as he grips the handles of the connectors. You can't help but stare at his powerful, decorated hands. He wears rings on three fingers on one hand and just one on the other.

"Well, Y/N, I think you're good to go." He says before successfully cranking your car. "It's Eddie, by the way." Eddie turns and flashes you a big smile from your driver's seat as you stand outside. You shower him with multiple thank yous as he steps out of the car and removes the cables.

"You have no idea how much you just saved my ass." You speak gratefully.

"No problem, man. By the way, the club meets after school; feel free to come any time... no dress code." He winks, and your face feels hot again.

"What's the club about?" You ask innocently, mostly just wanting to keep talking to him.

"Well, I worry that someone in a floor-length chastity belt and poorly hidden golden cross necklace would enjoy it, but..." You laugh at his painfully accurate observation. "It's just a fantasy game." You forget to respond as you glance from his eyes to his lips. "Listen, why don't I pick you up tomorrow? That way, you'll have a reliable way home. I might not always be here to rescue you." He teases.

"Okay," You reply softly. Your sweet voice causes a knot in Eddie's stomach that he plays off cooly. You tell him your address, and he insists he knows exactly where that is. "But don't pull into the driveway. Wait for me by the sign, okay?" You instruct him as his mouth curls into a grimace. He can't wait to see what else you'd hide from your parents to see him.

You return home, and Eddie is all that consumes your thoughts. You tell your parents about Chrissy and the other girls, careful to exclude that you're a cheerleader after one day. After dinner, you excuse yourself to your room for "homework" even though a fun, probably illegal perk of being a cheerleader or athlete means you don't get homework. You lock the door to your room just in case so you can handwash and steam-iron your uniform. This takes a lot longer than you planned without being able to hang them in the yard, but you make do, even though it keeps you up much later.

You perfect the pleats in the skirt and finally have a chance to get ready for bed. You brush your teeth and then start brushing your hair when you hear a faint tap. Tap, tap. Tap. Then, suddenly, a much louder tap. You see a wooden popsicle stick being thrown against your window. Quickly, you move to see who it could be, caught too off guard to assume it's Eddie, but it is! You open your window and whisper yell down to him.

"What are you doing here?" You question frantically.

"I wanna hang out." He answers innocently, also in a whisper yell.

"What were you throwing at my window?"

"I ate a popsicle." He shrugs. You roll your eyes. "Look, either come down and hang out with me, or I'm gonna climb this tree and come through your window." He points to a tree that is not at all close enough to the house to use to climb through a window, and he starts climbing.

"Eddie! Dude, stop! You're going to get hurt!" His limber body carries him to the middle of the tree, and he begins to inch closer to a branch that absolutely won't hold him.

"Wow, is that a Tears for Fears poster?" He jokes, steadily coming closer.

"Okay! I'm coming! Just get down before you fall!" You give in, quickly changing out of your nightgown into the cheerleader uniform. You don't want to wear it after working so hard to clean it, but you'd rather die than let him see your "decent" clothes again.

"Ooh, a costume change." He teases as you quietly slip out your front door, thankful that your parents are heavy sleepers on the far side of the house. Though he cracks jokes, seeing you in that uniform again made him weak at the knees.

"You know, if I'd known you were gonna threaten to break both legs just to hang out, I might've waited to give you my address." You quip, making him laugh out loud.

"Yeah, I figured you were new in town since you let 'The Freak' know where you sleep." He raises his hands like a "monster" and sticks his tongue out.

"Actually, I've lived here my whole life. I've even seen you around before." You casually inform him. He raises a brow and looks shocked.

"You mean you've lived here this whole time and still told me where you live?" He's joking, but he is surprised that he's never noticed you around town before. You're walking together to his van parked by the sign entering your neighborhood. Once you reach it, he opens the door for you and gestures for you to get inside. You want to hesitate, but you don't. You jump into the passenger seat and wait for him to climb into the driver's seat.

"Where are we going?" Your voice wavers with anxiety.

"Relax, doll. I like dragons and shit, not ritual sacrifices." He jokes before starting up the van. "There are two places we could go, but the one we choose relies on one question."

"What?" You ask curiously.

"You gonna skip school with me tomorrow, or do you want to get back to Chrissy Cunningham and the rest of the cheerleaders?" His taunting tone intensifies near the end of his sentence. As much as you'd love to skip school and spend a whole day with Eddie, you know you're already risking a lot with the tiny inch of freedom you've been given.

"I'm sorry, dragon boy. I'd like to make it to my second day of public school, please." Your teasing tone sends waves of electricity through him.

"That's fine. We got all year." He winks as he heads to whichever location would allow me to make it back home in time. We arrive at an old run-down diner. The sign reads "Benny's."

"What are we doing here?" You ask, a little off-put by the obscured location.

"This is where the basketball fuckers come to party on weekends. I like to come here and knock shit over sometimes." He grins as he knocks over a wonky TV set-up. A loud crash rattles through the diner, vibrating through my chest as the plastic settles. He reaches into his pocket and retrieves a small tin box. "Y/N, do you smoke?"

"No, I'm allergic to cigarettes." You answer honestly.

"Hm... Not this kind." He lights a joint from the tin and extends it out to you. You look at it for a moment but decide it's a plant, and you already know tobacco is worse, so why not try it? You take the joint from his hand, earning a smug look from him as you take a long drag. You immediately burst into uncontrollable coughs. Eddie's face shifts from deviousness to slight concern as it takes you a moment to recover.

"Holy shit, dude," is the first sentence you can utter as oxygen refills your lungs. A chill high takes over your body, and you realize you've relaxed your jaw for the first time, maybe ever. Eddie smiles smugly, watching you melt into a new person. Someone unburdened by the expectations of the church and your parents. You sit on a nearby couch someone had brought here, sinking slowly into the soft cushions. Eddie watches you a few moments more, studying your relaxed face before he joins you on the couch.

He wants to hold back. More than anything, he wants to hold back and not make you uncomfortable, but he can't help but slide closer and closer to you until his arm is nearly wrapped around you. He fights himself and keeps his arm firmly planted on the backrest behind you. You begin to fidget with the small, golden cross around your neck. Eddie watches you closely as you reach to unclasp the necklace. You don't necessarily agree with your faith, and wearing it feels pointless sometimes, but he stops you.

"Keep that on," his voice is low and rough. "I like it." Goosebumps race all over your body, and suddenly you realize how close he is. You can smell cigarettes, weed, and cologne on him. The scents fill your senses and send your head into a fog. You're hypnotized by him, and he's staring directly into your eyes.

"I-I..." You try to speak, to say anything, but nothing comes out as his face slowly inches closer to yours. Kiss me already, do something, you think to yourself. His plush lips meet softly with yours. Aching desperation overtakes him as he fights to move slowly and gently with you. The arm on the backrest wraps around your back, pulling you to him. He's almost shaking to stop himself from tearing off your pretty little uniform and taking you right on a diner table.

"Y/N?" Eddie's voice is desperate and breathy as he speaks between long, needy kisses

"Yes?"

"I get it if you're not into it, but I need to make you cum." His words are stern. You hesitate a moment, butterflies filling your stomach as you think about what could happen next. You stay quiet for a moment more, and Eddie loosens his grasp on you. His face is apologetic as he opens his mouth to speak. "I'm sorry if I-" You cut him off by wrapping your fingers around the collar of his jean vest, pulling him roughly into your lips again.

Eddie takes the hint, and his previously reserved hands find all the curves they fought to ignore. He shifts you on the couch, your head lies on an armrest, and your legs face him. You've never felt anything like this in your life. You gasp at his rough, calloused hands sliding up your thighs and under your yellow and green pleated skirt. He wraps both hands in the hem of your silk panties, looking at you once more for confirmation.

You nod abruptly, and he wastes no time ripping the undergarments from your long legs, stuffing them safely into his pocket. He leans away for a moment to take in the image of you, stoned, no panties under your cheer skirt, desperately awaiting your first orgasm. His eyes roll back as he marvels over your needy body. His long, strong fingers find their way to your exposed pussy. Rubbing gently around your throbbing clit.

"You're already so wet." Eddie breathes in disbelief, toying with you generously. Excited moans escape your breathless lips. Electricity jolts through your legs as Eddie picks up his pace. A knot forms in your stomach and grows by the second as Eddie's skillful hands explore faster and faster. Pretty soon, your back is arching unwillingly, and vulgar moans escape your mouth, echoing into the empty diner. Eddie refuses to let up, and you're about to finish when he suddenly pulls his hand away.

You're not sure why, but you erupt into whines, begging him to return and finish you off. He smiles an evil grin and shakes his head slowly.

"No, not yet. Not just yet." He holds your legs open in front of him, watching you squirm. You glance at the massive bulge in his jeans, but he demands your attention back to his face. "Don't worry, I won't fuck this time. You need to be able to walk tomorrow." He speaks in sly breaths before plummeting his finger inside your desperate pussy. You can feel the cold bite of his rings grazing your thighs and entrance. Screams of pleasure burst from your chest as the knot reforms.

He swiftly includes another finger, igniting a feeling of unknowable pleasure and slight pain inside you as he stretched your hole. The pressure in your core intensifies as you stare pleadingly into Eddie's stern, emotionless eyes. He focuses on every reaction you have, driving himself crazy at the thought of how you'd feel around his dick.

"Eddie, I-I- I think I'm gonna-" your sentence is cut short as the knot in your stomach explodes and waves of release wash over your body. This was the closest you'd ever come to a religious experience. The streetlight outside the large window shined behind Eddie's messy hair, illuminating him like a halo. He smiles at your exhausted frame, slowly running his tongue across his bottom lip. You catch your breath, for the most part, readjusting on the worn couch.

"D-Do you want me to...?" You nervously point toward his belt and the bulge right beneath it.

"Oh, no, no, no. You've already been made to cum in an abandoned building. I think we can save some sinning for next time." He smirks as he retrieves your pink silk underwear from his pocket. For a moment, you think he's gonna help you put them back on. But instead, he grins, holding them up wrapped around his ringed fingers. "I'll hold on to these."

The ride back to your house is comfortable. Upon arriving at the neighborhood entrance sign, you don't want to leave. You consider taking him up on skipping tomorrow but ultimately decide against it. You sneak back inside successfully, collapsing in your bed the second you see it. Eddie watches your window until the light goes out, your underwear still in his hand.

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freakbabyy · 2 years ago

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see you in hell

chapter two

eddie munson x reader, steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader

cross posted on AO3

98 weeks left :)

“Good morning my honey-bees!” Mom’s voice rang through the early morning air.

Dustin and I had both muttered a good morning in response, not entirely sure how she had so much energy, let alone enough to make a whole buffet of breakfast. We had both begun eating, mom joined us after setting down a fresh plate of bacon, which Dustin attacked.

“Any plans today, kids?”

Dustin began explaining something about the DnD campaign, mentioning how they were playing in Mike’s basement again. They were at Will’s yesterday, and Lucas’ the day before that. I had taken a liking to staying in my room while reading a book, practicing the guitar, or talking to dad on the phone.

“Y/N, honey, why don’t you go with him? You can hang out with Nancy, Karen had said that she was going school shopping before it started next week. How about it?”

“I dunno, mom. I don’t want to intrude on her day, especially if she’s meeting her friends there. I don’t mind staying home.”

“Y/N… I don’t like the fact that you’ve been staying home the entire time since you’ve arrived. Plus, Nancy was the one to bring it up. She’s excited actually.”

I poked my eggs with my fork, thinking, before glancing at Dustin, who looked hopeful, and sighed.

“Alright, I’ll go. Just this once, though.”

Mom smiled before clapping excitedly, taking Dustin’s plate, which he had cleaned of food, before grabbing my empty one, too.

“Go, get ready. Dustin, don’t forget to brush your teeth!”

“I don’t understand why I have to. It’s not like there’s any teeth to brush.” Dustin grumbled, before walking into the bathroom.

Walking back into my room, and shutting the door, I headed to my dresser, before grabbing out an outfit. I wasn’t sure where they were going shopping, let alone if we were walking, so I had thrown on something light.

“Good morning, Galadriel!”

I had grabbed some dried banana slices to put in her cage on top of her fresh hay, before pulling my shoes on and grabbing some money dad had given me, before walking to the bathroom, seeing it now vacant. I quickly brushed my hair and teeth, before applying deodorant and making my way to the living room.

“All ready?”

I nodded to Dustin, both of us making our way to the Wheeler’s house. I had the way memorized by now, after all the times I had to go get Dustin when he had forgotten the time.

“You know you can always hang out with the party, right? In case you haven’t noticed, we’re not really the popular kids, we wouldn’t mind.”

“Thanks, Dusty, I know. I just sometimes prefer being alone, you know? It’s what I grew up with, being homeschooled. Big crowds make me anxious, even if it’s just four or five people.”

“That’s okay. Everyone needs to be in their own company, sometimes, right?”

I smiled over at the curly haired gremlin, before messing up said hair, and pulling him into a side hug.

“You know you’re one smart kid, right? What did I do to get such a cool little brother?”

“Me? Cool? I think you need to look in a mirror, Y/N. I mean, who can say they’re fluent in another language, do karate, AND like video games?”

“Uh, I can.”

“Exactly my point! I wish dad had taught me another language!”

“I can always teach you, gremlin.”

“Gremlin!?”

“I can also vouch that you are indeed a gremlin. I think the entire group is.”

We both looked over, seeing Nancy leaning against the car in the driveway. Nancy nodded towards the house,

“They’re all inside already. I’m just waiting for Barb to pick us up.”

I gave Dustin another side hug, before walking towards Nancy.

“Have fun, eat lots of junk food for me!”

Dustin smiled and nodded, running inside and shutting the door, before a car had pulled up. Inside was a girl with short curly red hair and big glasses. She was really pretty. Nancy walked over to the car, pulling me along beside her, before sliding in the front seat, and I slid in behind her.

“Barb, this is Dustin’s older sister, Y/N. Y/N, this is my best friend, Barbara, but we call her Barb.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I love your shirt.”

“Oh, I didn’t think many people listened to Echo and the Bunnymen, thanks! I love your glasses.”

“Are you kidding, Nance and I love the song Rescue.”

The entire ride to the mall, which was in the next town over and took an hour to drive there, was full of listening to music, the two filling me in on what’s been happening around town, and what school is like.

The mall itself was huge, like, huge. The music playing over the loudspeakers were strictly pop songs, and the lights were so bright that I thought if I came here at night, I would be blinded.

“So, did you go to a lot of malls in Illinois?” Barb asked, as we walked into a clothing store.

“No, I didn’t really go anywhere. My dad did, though. I usually stayed home.”

“What about with school? Did you hang out with friends?”

“I didn’t have any friends, and I was homeschooled. I was basically a hermit.”

Nancy and Barb were currently staring slack-jaw at me, as I looked through the clearance shirts.

“We didn’t mean to-”

“No, it’s alright. It’s not like I know any different. I’m actually kinda nervous around crowds, but with you guys I’m not as nervous.”

“Barb doesn’t like crowds, either, don’t feel bad.” Nancy offered, as Barb nodded.

“Yeah, and all the stuff Nancy likes are in stores that are full of teenage girls. It makes me kinda sick, actually.” Barb teased, as Nancy rolled her eyes.

“Hey, I go to the instrument stores with you, you can come with me to pick out cute bras!”

“You play an Instrument?” I asked Barb, hoping that she would also be in band.

“I play the clarinet, do you play?”

“I play the keyboard, I tried learning guitar but I wasn’t too good.”

“Hey, I can’t play an instrument to save my life. Don’t feel bad.” Nance nudged my arm as we made our way out of the store.

“So, I assume we all have different classes?”

We had all pulled out our class schedules, comparing them. I had math first, then band and English before lunch. After lunch it was chemistry and history. Study hall was my last period, which I was eternally grateful for having completed my language courses when I was homeschooled.

“We all have English together. But I think that’s it.”

“Well, do we want to split up and meet back up here at 2:30? That gives us about two hours to roam before meeting back up.” Nancy questioned, looking at her watch.

“I’m fine with that.” I nodded, needing to get a new cassette anyway.

As much as I hated this crowded place, it was practical since it had every shop we needed to shop at for school. Plus, a music shop. I already had notebooks and stuff at home, so I figured I could just explore the mall.

The music shop had multiple instruments hanging from the wall, as well as some in display cases. Records and cassettes were on shelves lining the whole store, and I quickly realized this shop was mainly for the rock genre based on looking around and the lack of other genres.

“Are you lost?” A voice spoke up, as I turned around towards the counter.

“N-no.” Jesus, could I not stutter for one second with a new person?

“You look lost, doll. I could show you around if you want me to, hun.”

Who did this guy think he was? He wasn’t impressing anyone, not that there were many customers to begin with.

I walked to the cassettes, before looking through them and picking out one of the black sabbath ones. My old one had broken, thanks to Mews the other day. I was glad that the worker had left me alone, but it was short lived when another person decided to talk to me, causing my flight or fight to kick in.

“Hey, I wanted to apologize about Andy.” I turned around, meeting eyes with another teen, but she had lacked a uniform, instead wearing an outfit I could only describe as ‘preppy’. From the light pink sweater to the light gray skirt.

“He can be a bit of an asshole, but sometimes he gives pretty girls like us discounts, thinking we’ll take him on a date.”

I nodded, skeptically. Should I pretend I didn’t speak English? Should I forget the cassette and just exit the store to look for Barb or Nancy? Should I try to make another friend?

“Why don’t you let me buy you that cassette as an apology on behalf of him?”

She nodded to my hand, which was clutching the cassette as if it would run away at any moment. I mean, she really didn’t have to do that, considering she wasn’t even the one who was being rude.

“Uh-”

“I insist, really.”

I didn’t trust my voice to try and talk, feeling and hearing my heartbeat in my ears. Despite the way she looked, her eyes looked kind and caring. The world was blurring together a bit, a sure sign of an oncoming panic attack. Oh god, did she think I was weird, just staring at her right now, heavily breathing?

“Are you alright?” She asked, brows furrowing as she took a step forward, her hand coming out as if I was about to fall over, to be fair I could have.

“Y-yeah.” I shook my head, putting the cassette on the counter, before she had put her own cassette on the counter, a Van Halen cassette, before putting some money on the counter, handing the cassette to me, pocketing her own and the money, and leading me out the door of the store.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you might pass out on me.”

I sat on a bench overlooking the below stories of the mall, before putting my hands on the railing, leaning my head onto my arms.

“I’m okay, I just- I need a moment. I’m not good with people, I’ve never been around so many as I have today.”

The girl had sat down beside me, before pulling a water bottle out of her purse, unscrewing the lid and offering it to me. I looked at the water bottle and back to her kind blue eyes, and took a small sip from the bottle.

“I don’t like crowds either, much. Which is kinda odd since I’m around them every Friday for over half a year.” She probably recognized the confusion in my eyes, as she elaborated. “I’m a cheerleader for the high school, so I go to all the football and basketball games.”

Weren’t cheerleaders supposed to be mean and scary according to all of the stereotypes in literally every movie?

“I’m Chrissy Cunningham,” She stuck her hand out, another smile gracing her angelic face, as I smiled a bit back, shaking her hand.

“Y/N Henderson. I’m sorry for freaking out earlier, I was homeschooled my whole life and was basically a hermit never leaving the house until recently. I just moved here from another state over.”

“Welcome to Hawkins, Y/N. I moved here when middle school started, so I totally get what you’re going through. I’m a sophomore,”

“I’m a junior,” I was worried she wouldn’t want to hang out with an older student, who didn’t have any friends, but she quickly spoke up, a bit loudly, too.

“That’s alright! If I’m being honest I think you seem really cool and I’d love to be friends. I don’t really have many besides the cheer squad, and I don’t even know if I’d classify them as friends, more like acquaintances?” The poor strawberry blonde began rambling quite fast, as I laughed a bit before smiling, her mimicking my face, “I was totally rambling again, huh?”

“I do it a lot, too, don’t worry.”

Chrissy looked down at her watch, before speaking up again, pulling out a crumpled up piece of paper, which was her schedule for classes. Once we compared our schedule, we found out that we both had choir together, but that was it.

The rest of the time at the mall, I had spent most of the day with Chrissy, we had met up with Nancy and Barb at the time we agreed upon. The three of them hadn’t hung out before, Chrissy being amongst the popular cheerleading crowd, Nancy was focused on her studies like Barb, but apparently had been dating a more popular guy named Steve.

“I had fun today,” Chrissy smiled, showing off her bright white pearls, “I hope we can hang out again soon.”

“Agreed,” Nancy offered a smile back, “We’ll see you at school, and you’re sure you don’t need a ride home?”

“I’ll be fine, thank you though!”

On the ride home, I couldn’t stop thinking about how maybe staying with mom isn’t so bad. Maybe I can get dad to move out here one day. I tried to relish in the fact that I had all weekend to relax, but the anxiety kept creeping up at the knowledge of school starting Monday. But that’s two days away, which right now, seems like a lifetime.

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midnightartemis · 3 years ago

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Hellfire and Brimstone

Chapter 4

Eddie Munson x afab!reader (she/her), sheltered!reader

Rating: E

CW/TW: Abortion, talk of pregnancy, mentions of rape (coercion by a partner- not Eddie), drug use, religious trauma, abuse, angst, hurt/comfort… let me know if I missed any

Chapter warnings: Derogatory language towards angel, blood

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This was a bad idea.

Your parents really had alerted the whole town about your “disappearance”. Now, all the eyes were on you and all the whispers were about you, too.

Eddie holding your hand only poured fuel on the fire. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. Eddie saw you in a way that no one ever had. He helped you with zero demand for something in return. Really that was all it took to win your loyalty and you would go down fighting for him.

Eddie, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure of this fact. He saw the stares and heard the whispers and was so certain you’d let go of his hand that he started to do it for you. You just gripped his hand tighter, a determined look on your face as you marched up to your locker. Eddie leaned up against the lockers, glancing down the hall, frowning. “Are you sure you want to do this, Angel?”

“I’m sure.” You paused as you pulled out a notebook and some spare supplies. “Are… you not sure?”

“I’m… usually I’d say fuck it, but… I mean, it’s social suicide for you.”

You laughed. “Social suicide? Really? Do you care about that?”

“Do you?”

“Eddie, when I came to Hawkins, I was a social awkward homeschooler and spent most of my time reading religious doctrine. I was never expecting to be high on the social ladder.” You slammed you locker shut, laughing at yourself. “You know, it was Chrissy who took me under her wing and pulled me into that friend group. Ever since… it just hasn’t been the same. I think her friends only tolerated me because she liked me.”

You never talked about her. It was too painful. The only one who you thought might understand had been Jason. And he had only been using you. You didn’t pretend to know what grief did to people, but it had turned Jason into something horrible.

“You okay, angel?” Eddie brushed a piece of your hair away from your eyes. You nodded.

“Yeah. I just miss her… a lot sometimes.” You tried to shrug it off, not wanting to wallow in that misery more. “I should get to class.”

“Where to, my lady?” With a flourish, Eddie bowed like an 18th-century gentleman and offered his arm. You giggled and took it, despite the stares it got you from your classmates.

“Why, good sir, I am off to English comp in room 12.”

“It would be my honor to escort you to your classroom, Lady Angel.”

“Such gentlemanly behavior from a scoundrel.”

Eddie raised a brow. “My lady, I may be a scoundrel, but I will never break your heart.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it, Sir Eddie.” You winked up at him and swore he blushed. You let Eddie lead you through the halls towards your class.

You thought Eddie would part ways with you in the hall since he wasn’t in this class. But he followed you in.

Victoria was already sitting at her desk. Her long red hair cascaded over her shoulders. She turned from the other girls as you walked in. “Hey! What the hell happened this weekend? Your parents were calling everyone.”

“Oh.” You cursed yourself silently. You hadn’t thought of anything to say to them. You didn’t want them to know the truth of it. You weren’t ready for the world to know. It was too private. Too personal. You froze. “I uh–“

She glanced behind you, already bored. “Ew. Get out of here, freak. What the hell are you doing here?”

You cast a pleading glance back at Eddie.

“Thinking about transferring,” he jumped in, smoothly. A wave of relief washed over you.

“Yeah,” you nodded, grinning up at him. “I’ve actually been tutoring him. Though he doesn’t really need it. He has an impressive library.”

“There’s like barely three weeks left in the semester. Wait–“ Victoria caught the look you gave Eddie. “What the fuck is going on? You’re not seriously flirting with that freak, are you?”

“Alright, class!”

You jumped as your English teacher hurried in and set down a pile of papers on her desk. Eddie slipped into the seat next to you.

/What the hell are you doing?/ you mouthed to him.

Eddie put a finger to his lips and grinned mischievously. You rolled your eyes and grinned as Ms. Hadley started sorting through papers and speaking about them rapidly. She hadn’t even noticed The rogue student sitting in her classroom. You were fighting against the urge to giggle when you heard a high pitched cough behind you.

You looked back to see Victoria with her hand held up and lips pursed. “Ms. Hadley.”

Ms. Hadley trailed off, looking up from the stack of papers. Looking a little perturbed to be interrupted. “Yes, Miss Jennings, what is it?”

“Eddie is not supposed to be in here.” Victoria lowered her hand. “He’s causing a learning disturbance and I can’t concentrate.”

Ms. Hadley glanced from Victoria to Eddie with a frown, like she honestly didn’t remember if Eddie had been in her class this entire semester or not. “Is this true, Mr….. Munsy?”

You bit your lips together, trying to not burst out laughing. Eddie, however, had the best poker face you had ever seen. “Well, Ms. Hadley, I don’t see how I can be causing a disturbance just sitting here quietly and listening attentively to you. As you know, it’s near the end of the year and could go either way if I graduate or not. So, I wanted to see what my classes next year might be like. What do they call it in college? An audit? I just heard so many wonderful things about your class.”

Fucking Eddie silver tongued Munson. Ms. Hadley looked equal parts flattered, flustered, and horrified at the prospect of having Eddie in her class next year. You knew he was bluffing but you also knew if he wanted to, he could.

“Very well,” Ms. Hadley nodded. “You can stay.”

“What?” Victoria hissed.

“Ms. Jennings, judging by your second draft of your final paper, I would say Mr. Munsy is not the cause for your distraction. Now,” Ms. Hadley started handing out papers as the rest of the class giggled. Victoria shrank back in her seat, pouting.

You’d expected Eddie to run off after first period, but he followed you through math and biology. Each of your teachers falling for the same lines he gave Ms. Hadley.

“How are you doing this?” You leaned over to whisper to him as your beaker of acid boiled.

Eddie winked. “Nat 20s, angel.”

You flushed at the nickname, though you had no idea what he was talking about. God he looked cute in his white lab coat and the safety glasses making his hair all wild. You wanted to kiss him again. So badly.

It wasn’t until lunch that you realized his true intentions of following you around all day. No one was looking at you as you walked into the cafeteria. Instead, all eyes were on Eddie. All the whispers were about his latest antics. You looked up at him, bewildered. Eddie just shrugged and smiled down at you. “I have my ways, Angel.”

“You’re a wizard.”

“Nope. Just a bard. With high charisma.” Eddie grinned.

“A what?”

“Oh, I have so much to teach you.” Eddie led you across the cafeteria to a small table where a bunch of freshman sat, some you remembered barging into Eddie’s trailer. Dustin…. Mike. Lucas and Erica Sinclair. And Max. The boys were engaged in a heated conversation and the girls were chatting quietly with each other, rolling their eyes and laughing.

You paused, a little nervous. Even if they were just freshmen. Eddie placed a steady hand on the small of your back. “Come on, Angel. They’ll love you.”

You took a deep breath and walked with him to the table. Dustin looked up first, a huge grin on his face. “Hey, Eddie!”

All the eyes at the table quickly turned to you. Eddie took the lead. “Ladies, gents. Angel here is going to be sitting with us. Do try to corrupt her with your vast knowledge of our evil doings.”

You raised your brow as you sat down next to Eddie.

“Dungeons and Dragons.” Dustin popped a grape into his mouth and pointed at his shirt. It was one you’d seem Eddie wearing before. Hellfire Club. “It’s our group. Eddie’s our DM.”

“What’s a DM?” You’d heard of the games name through your father’s sermons but you had no idea what it actually was. You were certain though it wasn’t actually satanic. It was just a game.

Eddie brushed a strand of hair away from your face, grinning. “Well, you see, Angel, I means that I rein supreme.”

Your breath caught as he smiled at you, teasing.

It all fell apart when a bang echoed through the cafeteria. You jumped and twisted around to see Jason staring at you and Eddie, a tray of foot at his feet. “Get your hands off my girl, freak.”

Every eye in the cafeteria turned to look at Jason. Then to you. It was dead quiet. You were frozen to your seat.

“I knew you got concussions, Carver. Didn’t realize you thought it was the fifties.” Eddie’s voice darkened. He hand wrapped protectively around your wrist. “She doesn’t belong to anyone. Especially not you.”

Jason’s eyes focussed on you, pleading. You knew now he didn’t really mean it. “Come on, babe. I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it. We can figure it out.”

You were crying, shaking. You weren’t sure when you started. You shook your head, no, as a feeling you’d never felt before began to burn in your gut.

Jason stepped closer and closer. A desperate look on his face. “Come on, baby. Let’s go somewhere else. We can talk about this right? You don’t want those freaks.”

You stood as Jason came to the table. Eddie stood beside you. You weren’t sure if you were holding him back or if he was holding you back.

“No, Jason.” You shook your head. “No. I’m done.”

“Come on, babe,” Jason reached for you and something inside of you snapped.

“I said NO!”

Jason froze. The saccharine smile on his face faded into something far more sinister. His voice lowered, though the cafeteria was dead quiet and everyone could still hear. “You shouldn’t talk to me like that, baby. Or everyone will find out what a little pregnant whore you are.”

You weren’t sure who moved first- you or Eddie. One moment Jason was in front of you, the next you were on the floor with aching fingers, watching as Eddie pummeled the shit out of Jason’s face.

“Eddie.” Your voice was nothing compared to the jeering from the students around you. You tried to go for him but someone caught your arm. You looked back to see Robin. And behind her, Steve pushed through the crowd, ran by you, and yanked Eddie off of Jason.

Eddie struggled against Steve, spitting blood as Jason weakly pushed himself to his feet. Eddie seethed. “That thing should have killed you. Not Chrissy.”

Jason snapped with a roar that sucked the air from your lungs. Robin held you back as Jason lunged forward with a fist that sent Eddie and Steve flying into the arms of Jason’s friends. They were pushed back into the ring as Todd stepped in with Jason. Steve wiped a bit of blood from his lip and shared a look with Eddie.

From behind them, Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Will stepped into the circle behind them. It wasn’t enough to overpower Jason and his friends, but it was enough to give them pause.

And enough time for your teachers to break through the wall of students and get in the middle of it.

“Munson! Carver! Harrington! Principal’s office. Now! The rest of you, disperse.”

As rest of your classmates scattered, you tried to push through them to Eddie and Steve. Mr. Jones and two of the gym teachers had the three boys by the arm as they drug them to the principals office.

Eddie kept his eyes on the floor. If he looked up and saw Jason’s stupid face, he wasn’t sure he could hold back. The left side of his face pounded in time with the bruising skin on his stomach. He could taste copper on his tongue but couldn’t tell if he bit his tongue or lost a tooth or both.

Mr. Jones tossed him in a chair right across from Principal Waterford. Steve sat beside him and on the other side of him, Jason.

Eddie had been here before. He knew how this was going to go already.

Principal Waterford sighed and pressed her manicured fingers to her nude lips. “Mr. Munson. I was hoping with less than three weeks left in the school year, you wouldn’t be back here.”

Eddie smirked and winced. “Trust me, I didn’t want to be back here either.”

Jason scoffed and Principal Waterford’s narrow features turned to him. “And I was expecting better from you, Mr. Carver. Or are you actively trying to lose your scholarship?”

Jason didn’t have a good retort to that. Eddie smirked.

“And you, Mr. Harrington–“

“It’s not his fault.” Eddie looked up, pleading with the principal. “He was trying to break it up.”

Principal Waterford looked between the three of them, her eyes landing on Jason. “Is this true?”

Jason nodded curtly, his head in his hands.

“Very well. Mr. Harrington, you will not be punished. As for the two of you–"

“Yeah,” Eddie grumbled. “Three-day susp–"

The door flew open before he could finish his sentence and you rushed in. Behind you stood a red-faced secretary who had tried to stop you and obviously failed. “It’s not his fault.”

“Miss Smith, as admirable as it is to stand up for Jason–"

“Not Jason. Eddie. He was only trying to protect me. I-I started the fight.”

Indeed, he could see the cut on your lip. Eddie looked away and grabbed the arms of his seat. It was all he could do to not jump over Steve and try to land another blow.

“You started it?” Principal Waterford raised a plucked brow incredulously.

“Jason called me a pregnant whore,” you said quietly as you raised your right hand to show your red knuckles. “I punched him first.”

The principals lips parted.

Eddie stared at you a little in awe, a little terrified for you. He reached for your hand and pressed his lips to your knuckles. You smile softly down at him.

Jason laughed. “What? You think some trailer trash is going to take care of you? He knows it’s not his right?”

“Mr. Carver!”

“Just saying, if we’re going to get it all out–"

“He’s helped me more than you ever have,” you hissed.

“Sleeping with your best friend’s boyfriend on the day of her funeral…. Real classy–"

“Mr. Carver, that’s enough!” Principal Carver slammed her hands on her desk as she stood. “What the hell has gotten into you? One-week suspension. No sports. And a written apology to Miss Smith. Miss Smith, Mr. Munson. Two days, out of school suspension for both of you. Mr. Harrington, get those two out of here.”

Steve walked you and Eddie out of the principal’s office. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying not to cry as you headed for the main doors of the high school. Warm spring air hit your face. You tried to take a breath as you walked straight for Eddie’s car. You got in the passengers seat.

Eddie and Steve paused outside of the van, talking. They both looked as you and Eddie shrugged. Steve clapped him on the back and the two boys parted. Steve headed back to the school building and Eddie climbed into the driver's side.

He took out his keys and turned the ignition. “Two days, Angel. Where to you want to go?”

You thought about it for a moment. A wave of exhaustion settled over you. “Anywhere that’s not here.”

Eddie flipped the gears into drive.

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0who-cares0 · 3 years ago

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Harrington Has A Sister

Paring: Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Relationship: Strangers to Lovers

Description: Steve's adoptive little sister Y/n finally leaves homeschool and goes to Hawkins. When she gets there she is showed around by Dustin leading her to meet a boy that changes every thing for her.

Warnings: None, cussing

Y/n got out of her brother, Steve's car, and headed into the school. She looked around trying to find Dustin Henderson's curly hair, she was going to give up when she heard someone yell. "Y/N!" she heard, and quickly looked the way and saw Dustin, a smile spread across her face as Dustin and Mike walked up to her.

Since Steve and Dustin were so close she got very close with Mike and then the rest of the party. She had know them since they were really young, she was 18, but since while doing home school she didn't get one of her credits, so she was in her Junior year of high school. If she would have stayed in homeschool she would be graduating in just a few months, but she was getting very tired of sitting in her house all day, everyday.

"You are going to love it here, I can't wait for you to meet Eddie," Dustin said, his toothy smile showing making her smile back. She had heard both Steve and Dustin talk about Eddie, she also wasn't dumb she had also heard the things people say about him around town. Y/n, of course didn't listen, she was good at making judgments for herself, but also knew Dustin wouldn't be his friends or be in a cult.

"Yeah! he's so cool!" Mike said from the other side of her making the older girl look at him. "I can't wait," she said happily, and put her arms around their shoulders. "So how are the Byers and El?" Y/n asked looking to Mike once again, she hadn't seen him in forever and wanted the updates. She also just really missed Will and Eleven.

*At Lunch*

Y/n made her way through the hallway, going the way Mike and Dustin told her to go. She opened the door and looked around for the boys, when she spotted them she smiled, and made her way over to them. When she got there all the boys of hellfire looked at her, they looked confused. They all knew who she way, but one of them, Eddie Munson.

"This is Y/n, she's Steve's adoptive sister," Dustin explained, and the boys nodded their heads, except one, Eddie once again. "Harrington has a sister?" he asked very confused, and Y/n just nodded her head. "Yeah, I was homeschooled until this year," she explained, and the older boy nodded his head. He thought, and he was deep in his thoughts, he didn't know what to say. He had never been this way around a girl, but she was just so, so, so perfect.

"So, um, were you looking into joining hellfire?" he asked looking at her with a smile. A smile also spread across her face "I have heard a lot about it from Dustin, I've never played D&D before, but Dustin makes it seem like tones of fun," she said sitting down next to Mike, near the end of the talk, looking at Eddie.

"Well we are always looking for members, not many people want to be part of hellfire because of Jason," he said, annoyance in his throat from bringing up Jason. "I've heard about it, and Jason, he seems like a dick," Y/n said making the smile on Eddie's face grow bigger if that was even possible at that point.

*A Couple Days Later*

Y/n walked next to Eddie down the hall way, the new Hellfire shirt Eddie had made he tucked into the white pleaded skirt she had on. They had hung out a lot since her first day, and if the girl was being honest she had started growing a crush on him and he was as well. People had given them looks, Steve "the hair" Harrington's sister was willingly hanging out with Eddie "the freak" Munson.

"You know you don't have to hang out with me right?" he asked looking down at her. Y/n gave him a annoyed look "Munson I know, I just like hanging out with you," she said reaching for his hand and gave it a light squeeze. She was being truthful, she really liked hanging out with him, and she just really liked him. He smiled, and squeezed her hand back pulling her into their class.

Y/n couldn't help but look at Eddie, it was like eye opening to meet him. If that makes sense. Eddie noticed it, but didn't do anything but smirk softly to himself. "Y/n would you like to take a picture?" he asked, and looked at her fully. The Y/H/C girl looked at him with a shocked look on her face, she never thought he would say something like that "n-n-no I don't k-know what you are talking about?" she said, and the boy just smiled "I'm sure sweetie."

*After Class*

Y/n was still very shocked about what Eddie said, that made Eddie very happy for some reason. While walking to the cafeteria Eddie stopped her from walking and pulled her into a empty hallway. Y/n looked at him confused "Y/n do you like me or is this just some joke?" he asked, just looking at him you could tell he was confused. Y/n felt bad, did her some how not answering in the class make him think she didn't really like him.

Y/m grabbed his hand softly 'fuck it!' she thought and looked up at him "Eddie, I like you, a lot. I don't know if I gave off any other signal to you, but I like you a lot." After the words left her mouth she closed her eyes. She got scared when Eddie didn't say anything, but when she went to say something but was cut off by Eddie kissing her "Love that is all you had to say."

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moonstruckme · 12 days ago

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i saw you wanted some asks other than the marauders

what ab eddie munson x homeschooled reader. i’ve never seen anyone write that and i was homeschooled through middle and high school. maybe reader is just hanging out in eddies room when he gets home from school bc they’re house is chaotic and they’d rather hang out with eddie? maybe reader brings their school work over to eddies to do because it’s quite at his place. i would take my books and notebooks to my friends house and do my school work until i got distracted. and usually id just flip to the back of the books for the answers 👀

i would pack my books in a tote like bag and just walk over there when i could lol

Thank you for requesting lovely Pepper <3

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 436 words

There are signs of you already when Eddie gets home. A pair of shoes by the door, a tidier kitchen than either Eddie or Wayne have ever left it, and soft music coming from Eddie’s room.

He finds you laying stomach-down on his bed, bent over a book and munching on a bag of chips with the radio sitting on the open windowsill. The afternoon breeze brings in the smell of greenery and springtime.

“Hey, beautiful.” Eddie lets his backpack slump to the floor.

You don’t startle. Must have heard him coming up the road. You turn your head to greet him with a show-stopping smile. “Hey.”

“You didn’t have to clean the kitchen.”

You shrug. “Figured if I’m going to steal your food, I may as well try and carry my weight.” You crunch down on a chip happily. “How was school?”

“Boring.” Eddie throws himself down onto the bed beside you, causing the springs to squeal and you to bounce slightly. “How’s your school going?”

“Not bad. Also pretty boring.”

“Yeah? Whatcha working on?”

You hum as his face finds its way to the side of your neck. It’s your routine to come to the quiet of Eddie’s trailer to do your schoolwork, and it’s Eddie’s routine to distract you. You tend to prove yourself amenable to distraction.

“Just math, you know. Bleh.”

“Bleh,” Eddie agrees. He kisses where your heart beats under your jaw. “But look at you, miss studious. Still doing work at four thirty in the afternoon.”

“Well” —he can hear the smile in your voice as you yield to distraction once again, letting go of your book to wrap your arms around him— “I didn’t actually start until noon.”

A giggly squeal escapes you when Eddie grabs your waist without warning, digging his fingers into your sides playfully. You’re beneath him in a second.

“Sounds like you’ve been working hard,” he says.

“Not really,” you reply, voice ringing with delight.

Eddie makes a pfft noise. He goes for your neck again, more to antagonize some more giggles out of you than anything else. “Harder than me. I think you deserve a break, sweetheart.”

Your fingers burrow into his curls. “I could use a break,” you say amenably.

“There’s my slacker.” Eddie works his way up to your mouth, catching the appalled laughter as it escapes.

“Hey!”

“What? I told you, you’ve already done more than me.”

“Yeah, but that’s such a low bar.”

“Huh?” He grabs your sides, kissing you as you writhe with poorly contained glee. “I didn’t quite catch that, sweetheart. Maybe you wanna try saying that again.”

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fanficfanatic000 · 10 months ago

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Edward fucking munson

Eddie Munson x fem reader enemies to lovers 18+ TW no minors

Hawkins was a small town but you were always quiet and a loner you didn't really have many friends at all. You worked at the arcade and it was a decent job except for certain customers like a blonde haired basketball player to a adult slob that greased up the machines..It was a normal work day. You were on your lunch break on a normal Saturday the usual customers came and went until a shadow of a short frame came up behind you short curly hair and a lighter voice "hi um one of the games are not working can you check it out?" You were just about finished with your lunch and he seemed pretty kind compared to others you stood up "uh yeah sure just lead the way." He grinned "hi im dustin." "Im y/n glad to meet ya dustin""So do you like nerdy things?"he said walking slowly "mmm i guess yeah i am considered a nerd...." you thought he was trying to make small talk... "do you like dungeons and dragons?" "Well ive never really played but yeah it kinda interests me "He led you to the arcade machine and it wasn't processing the coins hmm there must be a wire loose or a jam but that wasn't in your skill level "sorry kid its jammed or something ill try to get it fixed tomorrow" he looked slightly disappointed You barely noticed the group of people looking at you 2 other boys younger than you and one much younger girl..all wearing the same t shirts Then you looked at dustin as he spun around to maybe his friends "guys this is y/n i think she should join hellfire" a taller much sarcastic boy says "what! But shes a random girl!!" A dark skined boy says back "but eddie said to recruit people he didnt say male gendered"The smaller girl shouts "look mike shes all we've got.. its better to show up with her than no one!" You just watching this happen not knowing what to say The sarcastic one Mike rolled his eyes "fine but if eddie says no im throwing you all under the bus!" Dustin nodded his head"So y/n hellfire is a dnd club at Hawkins high after hours every other day if you want to come play some dnd just meet me outside of Hawkins high at 4:00pm" you nodded "okay i will be there" they left after that and the rest of the night was pretty normal. Sunday passed so fast you basically cleaned your room and watched your favorite movie than fell asleep and it was Monday you got dressed in a tank top your favorite color some ripped jeans and your converse and your favorite jewelry and threw your jacket on. You put some black eyeliner on and you were ready You listened to one of your favorite bands on a cassette player and it was 3:40 so you drove to Hawkins high and you parked and saw dustin he was kinda like a little brother you stepped out of your car and "Y/N yes! You're here!" "Just on time " you look down at your watch and see it change to 4:00 "okay lets go" you followed dustin through the school halls you remembered see you went to public school until freshman year and you got bullied so bad you had to do homeschooling instead you were graduated now though. You watch the door open to reveal a dimly lit room full of people. Mike. Dustin. Lukas. Erica. And 4 others you walk in and dustin moves out from infront of you "eddie this is y/n."A tall handsome intimidating man stands up from a throne of some kind he stepped around the table and stands infront of you his frame slightly towering over you" this is who you found Henderson " he pinched his nose bridge "this girl is what you found she probably wouldn't know anything about dnd or anything!" You felt attacked but little did they know is that you can snap back " this girl probably would probably win anyways" you said with a smirk he stepped closer smugly bending slightly "you think so Princess?" His eyes meeting yours and they felt familiar for whatever reason. "Okay lets play!"

#fandom #eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson lives #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 #fanfic #eddie #enemies to lovers #Em enemies to lovers #Edward fucking munson

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hellfirecvnt · 3 years ago

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Innocence Lost Pt. 2

"You've got that medicine I need.

Pain, liquor, love,

Give it to me slowly.

Me and God, we don't get along

So now I sing."

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: corruption!kink, fingering (f), smut (minors DNI), smoking weed, oral (m&f), let me know if I missed any.

•This is part TWO, read part one here•

Your first week at Hawkins went as perfectly as possible, your favorite part is meeting Eddie. Though, you haven't seen or spoken to him since he drove you to school on your second day. Nothing bad had happened between you two, there just wasn't enough time in the day for your two opposing schedules. You, are busy with cheer practice Monday through Thursday, and him with Hellfire on Fridays. You only caught the club there that Monday because it was the first day of the new year, otherwise, you're not sure you'd have ever met him.

You're walking the hallways, the long trip from your last class and locker is a secure path in your memory. You make your walk a little longer by taking a detour past the drama room, where Eddie holds The Hellfire Club meetings. You hear their theatrics from the hallway, smiling to yourself imagining the wild stories that must be unfolding.

"Don't worry about them. That club is full of fuckin' freaks." Jason, Chrissy's usually kind-seeming boyfriend catches you off guard as he rounds a corner alone.

"I dunno, I think it sounds cool." You shyly look down as you continue your stroll.

"That's because you don't know any better. You've been homeschooled, what, your whole life?" Jason's face looks like he feels genuine concern, but all he's spitting out is assumptions and bullshit. You always prided yourself on your ability to learn about the world outside the bubble your parents tried so desperately to raise you in.

"I can handle myself, thank you, Jason." You smile politely, desperate for the awkward encounter to end.

"Look, I don't want you around Chrissy if you're going to be running around with that," he hesitates,"Cult!" Jason storms toward you, his stern words echo down the empty hall. He extends an accusatory finger in your face, standing not too close, but not far away enough for your liking.

"Jason, I don't know what you think you-" you start back at him with an angry pointer finger mirroring his, but you're interrupted.

"Jason! What a pleasure," Eddie claps his hands together once as he speaks, making sure to draw all attention to him.

"Stay the fuck away from these freaks, Y/N. It's not safe, that's all I was saying." Jason snaps one final time at you before angrily walking away. You're just barely shaking from the confrontation and anger, but ultimately you're just happy to see Eddie.

"What incredible timing," you gush. He smiles sheepishly and bows.

"What can I say? It's only a matter of time before I get jumped by the basketball team." He jokes. "Where are you off to tonight?" His tone shifted from lighthearted to curious and deep.

"Home, I guess." You fidget with the tiny golden cross that rests delicately on your chest, accidentally drawing Eddie's eyes to your chest, and he takes it upon himself to let them travel down the rest of you.

"Uh, no. You're not." Eddie smiles deviously.

"What do you mean? Even if you want to hang out tonight, I have to go home and 'go to sleep' first. My parents-" you're cut off.

"Call them and tell them you're staying with the golden girl herself, Chrissy C." His charisma makes you start to consider it.

"You don't understand my parents, Eddie." You protest.

"Fine, then I'll see you tonight? Care to add to my new collection?" He holds up the panties he kept from the other night. You blush as you imagine he'd been carrying them around in his pocket all week.

You feel like you simply cannot get home fast enough. You hit the curves of your neighborhood at dangerous speeds just trying to get home and gaslight your parents into being tired enough to go to bed at 8 PM. It takes a bit of church-learned manipulation, but you send your parents off to bed by 8:40 PM.

Upstairs, you change into your secret clothes. Your band t-shirts and ripped jeans. One of your dad's good church belts holding up the denim that you stole from the mall a year ago. They're the wrong size, of course. Comfortable in your chosen clothes and more excited than you should be, you look out the window and wait for Eddie.

You hear his van park in the distance, the sound faint enough to miss. Eddie emerges from the shrubs and his smile illuminates in the moonlight.

"Hey." He smirks.

"Hi." You silently mouth back before heading downstairs and slipping out the door. Eddie notices your outfit. It's different from the short cheer skirt and the modest church clothes.

"And yet, another costume change. Impressive." He teases.

"Do you like them? I got them forever ago and I've never been able to wear them outside my room for a few minutes at a time." You laugh.

"I do. They look like you picked them out instead of being told to wear them." He comments casually, though it makes your stomach tie in knots.

"Where to this time?" You ask innocently.

"I don't think you really care." He side eyes you, looking straight ahead as he smirks.

"What do you mean?"

"I think all you care about," you both approach his van and he swiftly pins you against it. "Is what I'm gonna do to you while we're there." He wasn't wrong. Of course he wasn't wrong. He knew exactly what he was doing and he was doing it well.

"I've been thinking about you every night, all week." You blurt out in a hazed whisper. Your confession sends lightning though Eddie's body, listening to a good church girl plagued with thoughts of him making her cum.

"I'm gonna give you a little more to think about." He slings the large back door of the van open and playfully shoves you inside. You're immediately met with the smell of weed. "I was gonna take you back to my place, but I don't know if this can wait."

He climbs into the van and pulls you into his lap so you're straddling him. Desperate hands scour your body when he pulls you in for a rough, needy kiss. It's apparent in his actions that he thought about you all week too. There's less reservation in his groping this time around, as if he can't contain himself now that he's already been so close.

His passion is contagious and it gives you a burst of confidence. You shove him back, hard against the side of the van he's propped against. He closes his eyes in shock, but opens them with an angry expression. He focuses back on you and nearly loses his mind.

You're slowly sliding down his torso to his belt, ass high and back arched as you lower. You wrap a gentle hand around his buckle and he grabs your hand to stop you.

"Y/N, don't start anything you aren't ready to finish." He says in a half-serious tone. You take a second to think about it, staring pleadingly into Eddie's dark eyes. You keep eye contact as you unfasten his belt and pants, exposing his throbbing erection. You don't know much about sex, but a very interesting article from a Playboy magazine you've hidden told you everything you need to know about giving head.

Without hesitation, you take his entirety down your throat. You catch yourself as you gag and choke, but eventually, find a rhythm that makes him emit the sexiest sounds you've ever heard.

"There's no way this is your first time doing this," he huffed as he runs a hand through his messy curls. You quicken your pace, shutting him up and causing him to buck his hips beneath you. Your neck is painfully tired, but the soft sounds of his moans are all the motivation you need. He grips your hair as guides your head as he tosses an arm over his face, burying his eyes in the crook of his elbow.

Eddie's guiding hand forces you to go faster. His breathing quickens and his soft moans raise in volume and quantity. He's nearly whining until he bucks his hips a final time and releases a wave of warmth down your throat. His arm obscuring his vision slowly slides down his face as he watches you swallow and wipe the side of your mouth like a well fucked whore.

"Oh, God." He groans before gracefully switching your places, putting you on the floor in front of him. He takes almost the same stance as you, arching his back as he leans down to your belt. He makes quick work of getting you half-naked. He stares longingly at your pussy, like he missed it.

He wastes no time and quickly dives into your soaked pussy. Instantly you release a scream of intense pleasure and Eddie rises from his spot to quiet you. He grabs your underwear from your pants that he removed and shoves them in your mouth.

Once you're sufficiently gagged, he continues to torment your clit with his talented tongue. Your eyes roll back in your head as you lift and buck your hips against his face. He adds a finger, slowly entering and withdrawing as his fast tongue never stops moving.

A familiar intensity builds up in your stomach as he twists his finger and thrusts it in and out. He's careful to barely graze your g spot at first, wanting to give you a nice long memory to play with yourself to. He drags his tongue slowly from your hole to your clit, watching your face and smiling. His brilliant toothy smile shined through his hair as his tongue migrated up your wet pussy.

"You taste so fucking good," he mumbles into you. "I might never stop eating you out." And you start to believe him. He continues licking and sucking at your clit until you can barely make a sound, regardless of the gag. Then suddenly, he rotates his hand one more time and slams an intentional finger hard against your g spot.

Your back arches in what feels like inhuman angles as you let out a passionate scream. Eddie stops licking but continues to gently pump his finger in you as you ride out your high.

"I love making you feel like this. I love that I'm the only one to ever get to." He thrusts his hand a few more times before slowly sliding out. You twitch and breathe heavily as you snap back to reality. You were seeing stars, almost. You forget where you were until just now.

"I... I want more." You speak without worry of consequence.

"I know you do. I'll fuck you after I make you wait a little longer. Or a lot longer." He winks, leaving you a blushing, squirming mess. Eddie relaxes with you in the back of his van as you recover feeling in your legs. He tells you a little bit about Dungeons and Dragons, but you're too fuzzy-brained to grasp any of it.

Once you're able to stand without wobbling, Eddie walks you back to your house. The entire trip back, you find yourself unable to look at him after cumming as hard as you did. He notices and decides to tease you.

"You're acting pretty shy for a girl I was just finger fucking in the back of my van." He jokes. You giggle, but blush every time you look at him. Just the sight of his face is enough to ignite flashbacks of just a few moments ago. You reach your door and Eddie leans against it before you open it.

"What is it?" You question as he stares dark beams at you in the moonlight. He doesn't reply, he just cups a hand around your cheek and kisses you with purpose. After pulling away, he smirks and wishes you a good night. You're too flustered to reply, so you just watch him disappear into the night.

In bed, he consumes all your thoughts. You'd think you would be hung up on the way he grinned as he licked your needy clit, but you just kept replaying that kiss good night in your head. Every time he comes near you his body shakes like he's fighting the urge to tear you apart, even when he's being so soft. You wonder what would happen if he ever stopped holding back. The thought alone is enough to make you cum again.

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