#eddie munson x nb!reader

[kimoralov3]

road trippin'

pairing: eddie munson x reader

description: you design eddie's latest tattoo, so obviously he's going to bring you along to the appointment. but of course his van would pick today of all days to break down. the two of you will just have to sit there until someone can come get you

warnings: swearing, weed, eddie's an idiot, reader uses they/them pronouns, horribly described drawing, allusions to sex but nothing actually happens, slight angst, fluff, semi established relationship

word count: 1754

a/n: tagging @arkofblake because she did come up with the idea but then i put my own spin on it so lol. also apologies for anything that's inaccurate i know nothing about weed or why a van would break down

Eddie sits on Y/N’s bed, his legs up on the wall as he looks through their cassette collection. “My god, you have some very interesting music taste, to say the very least.”

Y/N looks up from their spot on the windowsill, sketchbook falling to the floor as they snatch the tape from Eddie’s hands. “Like you would know anything.” They say teasingly as they toss it back into one of their drawers.

“Hey, I know all about good music.” Eddie says as he rolls over to lay on his stomach, taking slight offense to their teasing comment. 

“Keep telling yourself that.” They say with a laugh as they pick their sketchbook up off the floor. They flip through until they find the page they’re looking for, waving it in Eddie’s face. “Is that good enough for you?”

Eddie takes the sketchbook in his hands, examining the drawing closely. It was very detailed; a dagger with a shining blade, a spider perched on the hilt. “This is fucking awesome.” He says as he pulls them down on the bed, causing them to let out a squeak. 

“Glad you think so.” They say as they scoot so their side is pressed against Eddie’s. “You’re really gonna get something I drew tattooed on your body?” 

“Of course I am, you’re the best artist I know.” He mutters as he sets the sketchbook on the bed, leaning over to press a kiss to their shoulder. They smile, rolling onto their side and supporting their head with their hand.

“It’s your decision, I guess. But I better be the first one to see it, alright Munson?” They say as they give him a playful glare. Eddie laughs heartily at that, gently shoving Y/N. 

“Sweetheart, you think I’d go get a tattoo you drew and not bring you with me?” He says as he drapes his arm over their waist. Y/N seems a little shocked by his words, but still scoots closer so that their chests are pressed together. 

“Really?” They ask, shivering slightly as Eddie’s fingertips trace random patterns on their skin. 

“Of course. Who knows, might even convince you to get a piercing if I’m lucky enough.” Eddie teases as he continues his — somewhat unintentional — distraction.

Y/N scoffs, shaking their head. “In your dreams, Munson.” They say before leaning over and pressing their lips together. 

—

“So this is your usual tattoo shop, right?” Y/N asks as they look out the window of Eddie’s van.

“It is now. Some of my tattoos were done in a random person’s basement.” He says with a small smirk, glancing over at Y/N.

“You really have no self preservation skills, do you?” They ask, a slight air of disappointment surrounding their words. 

“I have great self preservation skills, for your information. Just not all the time.” He says smugly. Y/N rolls their eyes, going back to looking out the window.

The car ride is silent for the most part; Eddie tapping his fingers against the wheel to whatever song is playing, and Y/N occasionally pointing out signs that they thought were funny. 

“Do you hear that?” Y/N asks as they sit up straighter in their seat. Eddie gives them a confused look, reaching over to turn down his music. 

“What am I supposed to be hearing?” He asks as he glances between them and the road. 

“Listen closely.” They say as they vaguely wave their hand around. Eddie rolls his eyes, doing as Y/N says and listening closer. Now that there wasn’t any music in the way, he could hear a weird clunking sound, but he wasn’t exactly sure where it was coming from. 

“Shit.” He mutters, looking around for somewhere to pull over. He settles for a small clearing, about a 5 minute walk from a phonebooth. Eddie and Y/N both slide out of the car, Eddie rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “What are the chances we just ran over a rock or something?”

“Eddie, be serious. Why don’t we go check the engine?” They say as they walk towards the front of the van. Eddie groans, dragging his feet as he follows along. As soon as he pops the hood, the two of them are enveloped with black smoke. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Eddie mumbles as he messes around with parts of the engine before stepping back. “It’s completely busted.” 

“Busted? What do you mean busted?” Y/N asks as they look between Eddie and the still smoking engine. 

“Like calling a tow truck busted.” Eddie says as he runs a hand through his hair. “God, this could not have happened at a worst time.”

“Hey hey, don’t freak out yet, okay? I’ll go call a tow truck, you stay here and see if you can get a better look at what’s wrong.” They instruct before walking off towards the phonebooth. 

Eddie does as he’s told, poking around to find the root of the problem. It’s ultimately no use, there’s only so much the eye can see when there’s this much smoke. The engine is also too hot to touch, so with a defeated groan Eddie slams the lid shut and makes his way to the back of the van.

When Y/N comes back 20 minutes later, chuckling when they see that Eddie has unraveled the blanket he keeps in the back. “They said they should be here in about an hour and a half. Something about an accident.” They say with a shrug as they move to lay beside Eddie. 

“It’s better than nothing, I guess.” He says as he rolls over onto his side. “I also can’t figure out what’s wrong with the engine, or how much it would cost me, so that’s great.”

“Stop worrying so much, you’ll get wrinkles.” Y/N jokes as they flick his forehead. Eddie yelps dramatically, bringing a hand up to rub where he’d been injured. 

“Ouch! I’m fragile, you know.” He says as he playfully shoves them. They laugh at that, shoving him back. The two of them wrestle for a bit before Y/N eventually surrenders, still giggling as they roll over on their back.

“So, what are we gonna do while we wait on the calvary?” They ask as they pick at some loose threads on the blanket. 

There’s a long pause before a smug smile crosses Eddie’s mouth. “I have some weed in the center console. That’s a great way to pass the time, isn’t it?” 

Y/N pauses for a moment, seemingly considering his offer before shrugging. “Sure, why the hell not?” They say as they sit up. Eddie makes a triumphant noise as he goes to grab the small baggie. He shuts the back doors when he comes back, throwing the bag in Y/N’s lap.

“Angels first.” He says with a cheeky smile. Y/N rolls their eyes as they grab a joint, plucking the lighter from the pocket of Eddie’s vest. Eddie watches as they spark up, giving them a once over. “You’re really pretty, you know that?” 

“Thanks, I get that a lot.” They say sarcastically as they hand the joint over to him, leaning against the back of the seat. The two of them continue passing the joint back and forth, making jokes and flirty comments the whole time. 

“So, what are we gonna do with the rest of our time? Still have about 45 minutes left until that tow truck comes.” Eddie asks as he lays his head in Y/N’s lap. They hum in deep thought, running their hand gently through Eddie’s hair. 

“We could finally talk about us.” They say as they scratch his scalp softly, causing his eyes to flutter shut. 

“Mm, that feels really good,” He says with a smile. “What about us?”

“Oh come on Eddie, don’t make me ask that stupid question.” They groan as they stop massaging his head. Eddie finally opens his eyes, looking up at them. 

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna have to be more straightforward with me here. What do you mean when you say that we should talk about us?” He asks as he sits up.

“Fine, I guess I’ll be that person.” They say as they scoot away from him. Eddie frowns at that, reaching out and grabbing their hand to pull them closer.

“Don’t move away, tell me what’s wrong.” He says as he succeeds in pulling them closer.

“What are we doing here?” They finally ask. “Like, are we just messing around, or is this actually something serious?”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He says softly as he realizes what’s been making them so upset. He sits up fully, making sure to look directly into their eyes as he speaks. “Do you seriously think I would just mess around with you like that?”

Y/N begins picking at the skin of their thumbs, avoiding Eddie’s gaze. “I don’t know, maybe. To be honest that is kind of how it started out. The two of us just messing around.”

Eddie hesitated for a moment. They were right, all of this had started with them messing around. “That doesn’t mean that that’s all I think of you.” He says reassuringly. 

Y/N smiles softly, intertwining their fingers together. “Really?”

“Of course not. I’d be a fool to let someone like you slip through my fingers.” He says as he squeezes their hand, pulling them to sit on his lap. 

“So, does that mean we’re like… dating now?” They ask as they twist one of Eddie’s rings around his finger. Eddie smiles at the action, admiring their nervous habits. 

“Yeah, I guess you could say that we’re like, dating now.” He says, pitching his voice up slightly to mock them. 

“Ugh, you’re such an asshole!” They squeal as they push him onto his back. Eddie laughs loudly at that, pulling them down on top of him.

“Yeah, but I’m your asshole.” He says, pausing when he notices how Y/N scrunches up their nose. “I should’ve thought that through more, shouldn’t I?”

Y/N giggles as they nod their head, leaning down so their chin is resting on Eddie’s chest. “Yeah, you really should’ve.”

“Well, I was never the one winning prizes for my English papers.” He says as he slides his hand down their back. Y/N rolls their eyes, laying down fully on his chest.

“Just shut up and hold me.” They mumble.

“With pleasure.” Eddie says as he wraps his arms tightly around their waist.

[urhoneycombwitch]

like a fern

foreword: this feels super vulnerable to post but maybe that’s the point!!! pls check cw before reading. obviously, non-binary+genderqueer folks existed in the 80’s, but I’m writing from the POV of a reader who does not have the language to describe their dysphoric feelings. proceed with gentleness and take care of yourself. this one’s for the queers <3

cw: AFAB reader with breasts (non-sexual mention), reader is non-binary but doesn’t have the words to self-describe as such, discussions of gender and sexuality, Eddie is also queer, love and understanding from an also-queer partner <3

wc: 1.4k

Indiana summer is in full swing, record-breaking temperatures keeping everyone indoors and away from the punishing sun.

Eddie and you are sprawled on the trailer’s twin mattress, well-used to making the small space fit you both.

He’s flopped on his back, rambling about the woes of trying to align ten different busy schedules for a night of D&D while you half-listen. An ancient box fan leans against his dresser nearby, pointed at the foot of the bed and doing its best to circulate the muggy air.

You’re stretched out on your stomach, arms curled in, hands tucked into the hollows of your shoulders. In order to maximize air flow over warm skin, you’ve stripped down to just a sports bra and cut-off denims, Eddie in similar fashion with just a pair of cotton boxers slung low on his pale hips.

He’s currently cursing capitalism and the jobs that keep his friends too busy for play, a familiar rant that’s less fiery this time around as his voice is muted with heat-sleepiness; dark curls spill around his face and shoulders, fanned out against the pillow behind his head, long lashes sweeping with each blink.

You’ve never known a boy so pretty in all your life. Didn’t even know that boys could be pretty, until you met Eddie.

As he talks, you let your eyes drop from his face to his bare chest, something like envy unfurling as you note the smoothness there, the near-concavity of the space above his ribs.

Not for the first time, you wish you were matching.

There’s a deep pit of yearning that quickly spirals into longing, whenever you think about how Eddie fits into tank tops or goes shirtless with ease- something that has recently taken shape into something less about wanting to be similar to the love of your life, and more like self-applied jealousy.

As if in psychosomatic answer, your breasts begin to squish uncomfortably from lying on your front; when you shift to change the pressure, bare arm unsticking tackily from Eddie’s, he stops mid-ramble to look down the slope of his nose at you.

“Everything okay?” He stretches a ringed pointer finger to coast over the skin of your neck, lightly and soothing. “Sorry it’s like a goddamn oven in here. If I was rich I’d build you an ice house just for sitting in.”

Your eyes flutter at his touch, smile pulling at the corner of your mouth. “Nah. S’okay. It’s not the heat.”

“Then what?” Curiosity piqued, Eddie props himself up on his elbows. The silver chain around his neck slides over his pec; he catches you staring, then gives you a wolfish grin, misinterpreting your look. “Ah. Right. Of course. Feelin’ a little hot and bothered?”

“Only because it’s hot and you’re bothering me,” you snip, squirming uncomfortably again when the band of your sports bra digs in. “I’m fine. It’s nothing. What were you saying about burning the workforce to the ground?”

Eddie’s not so easily dissuaded from the source of your discomfort. Childishly, he pokes at your cheek, emphasizing each demand- “Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me or I swear to god I’ll start screaming my head off until you spill your guts and Mrs. Trainer will call the cops again and it’ll be a whole thing-”

“Christ, Eddie.” You swat his hand away, and he recedes, triumphant, boring a hole into the side of your head with expectant watching. “Ugh. Fine. It’s-”

Words tangle in a confusing jumble at the forefront of your mind, twisting and warping around each other. Your throat feels dry so you clear it, burrowing the side of your face into the pillow for comfort, brows pinching together as the simplest words of the lot spill from your tongue like a midnight confession.

“I don’t think I’m a girl.”

Your pained expression is obscured by the pillow, so Eddie’s still playful, mattress jiggling as he flops backwards again. “Not a girl, huh? So what are you… man, mollusk, or mammal?”

He quiets when he realizes you’re not laughing. “Hey...”

Since your eyes are still obscured, your sense of hearing and touch fill in the gaps- Eddie looping an arm around your waist, ends of his hair tickling your upper back as he leans in to nose at your ear- “Talk to me. Tell me again, I won’t poke fun. What’s up?”

The tightness in your chest eases some as the steady weight of his arm works as a grounding force, enough to coax part of your face and mouth out from the confines of the pillow to repeat, “I don't think I’m a girl.”

“Okay,” Eddie responds, immediate and caring, thumb stroking soft against your spine. “A boy, then?”

“No.” You mirror Eddie’s earlier movements, propping up to your own elbows, grateful when he doesn’t move his hand from you but still keeping your eyes fixed on the faded floral pattern of the pillowcase. “Not a boy. Something… in between? Or maybe neither…? I dunno yet.”

The more you try to give a name to the feeling, the faster it runs like water through a fist. You’re just about to make another bid to drop the issue when Eddie uses his free hand to snap his fingers, dark brows nearly touching his fringe in an expression of a lightbulb moment.

“Adiantum pedatum.”

This time when you frown, it’s from bewilderment. “…what?”

“Adiantum pedatum,” he says again, fingers trailing mindlessly up the length of your back while he explains. “Well, that’s the scientific name, at least- the five-fingered fern. It’s native to our region, was reading about it in one of Dustin’s nerdy plant books. They reproduce asexually, can’t be labeled as male or female ‘cuz they’re in their own category. Rad, right?”

He’s sparkling with the idea, chocolate eyes lit up the same way you’ve seen after a successful campaign or a band session that ran long with an abundance of artistic flow.

“Kinda like you,” Eddie says, softly, smiling easily up at you. “In your own category. Can’t be contained, sometimes.”

“But-” There’s still a sticky, confusing feeling attached to the idea, one that you’re trying to parse out as your fingers dig into fabric. “What if it wasn’t just some times? What if I felt like this all the time?”

“That’s cool, too,” Eddie affirms. His hand tracks a path from your lower back up to your neck, rings cool against your skin as he swipes a thumb against the apple of your cheek. “Sounds lonely to carry all by yourself, though. I’m glad you told me.”

There hasn’t been any room in your complicated introspection for excitement or joy, thus far, but the way Eddie’s talking about it causes a wave of tension release, of gratefulness, overwhelm in the form of tears pricking at your eyes. “And you don’t think it’s… weird? Like, it doesn’t freak you out knowing I feel this way?”

“Psh.” He rolls his eyes, dismissive, humor leaking back in. “Freak me out? Me? Did you get heatstroke and forget who you’re talkin’ to? I wear your underwear for fun. You call me beautiful and it turns me on. I’m no stranger to the Weird and Devious.”

“Fair point,” you muse, forehead dropping like a magnet to press into Eddie’s shoulder. He wraps you in a brief, sweaty squeeze of a hug before dropping it to let the fan air breeze over the both of you once more.

“You’ll tell me if you don’t like one of my girly nicknames for you, right?’ Eddie asks, contemplative but already returning to that faded, sleepy tone. “Angel and princess and sweetie. That kind of stuff. I’ll have to get more creative but it’s worth it for you.”

“Don’t ever stop calling me angel,” you whisper, breath hushing warm against the curve of his shoulder as you settle into the solid security of his body. “Think I might wilt like a five-fingered plant.”

The width of his palm spans the back of your head as he pets you with the last bit of pre-nap energy he can muster.

“You’re hot like a fern,” he murmurs, with tender finality. “Pretty like the forest.”

[oneforthemunny]

rockstar!eddie munson x nepobaby!reader's timeline

i'm finally doing it, putting all the rockstar!eddie and nb!reader works in order on this. i'm going to include the blurbs too bc why not lol. so here it is for anyone wanting a timeline or to read in order. from earliest to latest:

groupie love was a prequel to rockstar!eddie. initially i wasn't going to do much with him but make him nasty and leave it, but you guys loved him so much he blossomed into what he is today haha. this is one of many encounters he had before nb, kinda to establish his relationship, and it's mentioned in the future works too.

sinister play this is the meeting. this is where it all begins. where you meet eddie, how you meet eddie, and more importantly where all this fuck buddy stuff starts.

dark shadows is next. this is the start of the two of them not hate-fucking anymore and it turning into a real relationship. nb shares a secret and so does eddie, and they kinda start to realize the other isn't so bad and they're not so different.

this angsty blurb was requested and written for vivi's blurb game (a blurb game that we play on here sometimes, created by the wonderful @queenimmadolla) focuses on a fight they have kinda following this. it sorta highlights the shift in the relationship now that they know more about each other and have more feelings.

linger is like a long blurb but it's one of the first ones where they're in a real relationship, and they're not fucking mean??? if that makes sense. just a sweet smut piece. they're still in a secretive relationship, the world doesn't know, but they're together.

lowe's blurb was written for vivi's blurb game and follows them as they try to keep their relationship a secret, while being a little horny lol. short and sweet and fluffy.

girls on film is where they've announced their engagement and relationship to the world, it's mentioned in here. sorta shows the shock value they had and how they wanted to keep it going??? that raunchy type rock and roll couple that's shocking to the world vibe.

awards ceremony blurb was requested for vivi's blurb game. it's right after they went public to the world and shows their relationship. highlights eddie winning an award and shouting nb out. very fluffy.

light my morning sky the vegas wedding fic. smutty but takes place on 2/3 wedding ceremonies they had. because they're obnoxious and in love and want as many weddings as possible lol.

pool blurb is a requested blurb from vivi's blurb game. nb and rockstar!ed have just moved into their forever home. they're talking plans for the future, and it's silly and fluffy.

jealousy blurb was requested for vivi's blurb game, and is after the wedding, one of eddie's 'ex-groupies' shows up where they're at and nb get's jealous. angsty.

pieces of you and me is kinda weird in the timeline because it shows 1) where nb gets pregnant and how but also 2) why they named their girls what they did. the intro to parenthood fic. its's got time jumps but kinda through the years.

treat me rough is technically next??? it's a pregnancy fic about nb pregnant with their first child.

build me up buttercup- a fluffy work that's about planning nb's baby shower with persephone. kinda dives into the origin of her name. pregnant!reader and super fluffy sweet <3

persephone's first vacation is a blurb from vivi's blurb game that was requested. it follows rockstar!ed, nb, and wayne with baby sephy only a few months old on their first mini vacation. super fluffy.

this sunscreen blurb is short and was apart of vivi's blurb game. it's rockstar!eddie and baby sephy.

persephone's first birthday blurb was requested for vivi's blurb game and is a short and sweet blurb that shows their change in dynamic because of parenthood. super fluffy.

the time warp is a halloween special work i did to show rockstar!eddie and nb's relationship throughout the year with a halloween tradition. it's a time jump but it has them as newly weds, pregnant, and with the kids.

the fourth of july blurb was requested as a part of vivi's blurb game. it's a silly blurb with rockstar!ed and nb's domestic life and is centered around one forth of july holiday.

it's tricky is also a halloween fic where they take the girls to hawkins to trick-or-treat for a 'real halloween' experience. another work from the halloween special i did, but fluffy.

the father's day blurb is another requested blurb from vivi's blurb game, and follows a father's day with the girls and rockstar!ed. super fluffy.

paparazzi blurb was a requested blurb from vivi's blurb game, with the twins and nb where they get followed by paparazzi while they're out.

super trouper is more in the future. shows eddie's relationship with his kids but also nb's parents. follows zahra's birthday and is super fluffy and sweet.

gone fishin' is last on the list, and is way in the future. follows grandpa wayne and little vega and their fishing adventure while visiting hawkins for the summer. super fluffy and domestic and cute!

[dangerousnbeautiful]

Okay so, cannot stop thinking about, Eddie and Steve, making you deep throat them at the same time, ((if this request is okay!)) and if it is, please let your mind go absolutely crazy. 😵‍💫

ALSO I LOVE YOU BUNCHES ❤️❤️

Unspoken Promises

Pairing: Dark!Steddie x NB Reader

Summary: When the reader winds up in a seemingly abandoned boat house after looking for the dashing Steve Harrington, they find themselves caught by the infamous outcast turned killer Eddie Munson. He was said to have been on the run, but he's not alone.

Warnings: dominant Eddie, switch Steve, noncon (kind of), choking, bondage (with duct tape), oral (m receiving), intensive deepthroating, double penetration (oral), dacryphilia, hair pulling, and degradation (lightly). I think that's it, but if I missed something let me know.

Author's Note: I love you so much, baby. I'm sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoy it and that it's everything you wanted it to be. Also, as always, this is intended for mature audience members only. So, if you're a minor please DNI.

The rhythmic beating of your heart as it raced with excitement was rising like a wave before the crash as you ran through the woods. “Steve, where are you?!” You shouted knowing he wouldn’t answer; you had been playing hide and seek for hours now. The crunch of the leaves filled your ears as you ran down the hill the sunlight filtering through the leaves as you smiled up at the trees. It didn’t take long for you to get lost, not used to the part of the woods that he had picked, you were about to let him know you gave up when you noticed it. An abandoned building, the perfect spot. Steve would have thought it was clever hiding there because he knew you wouldn’t want to go into it; you were terrified of abandoned buildings after the accident had happened.

You held your breath and headed in realizing it was a boat house seeing all the gear hanging on the walls. “Steve, this isn’t fair.” You called out grabbing an oar your spine getting a tingle as the fear started to creep in. You used the oar to poke into the shadows that were too dark to see into. “Steven, I know you’re in here. Isn’t that enough?!” You called out, fear starting to affect your voice, causing it to shake. Suddenly you heard laughter, and you froze. It was deeper than Steve’s, held more gravel to it, and it confused you enough to not hear the footsteps closing in on you. “Who – Who’s there?” Your voice was completely shaken now as you circled around to try and see the culprit, but it was no use as they were still hiding within the shadows. Their laugh grew.

“You’re a long way from home, sparrow.” That voice, the fuse within your mind finally sparked. It was Eddie. Your eyes locked onto his as he emerged from the shadows with that grin on his face. You raised the oar back keeping your concentration on him ready to hit him for what he had done to Chrissy, but he didn’t back away he only smirked. “You’re not gonna use that on me, are you, birdie?” Your cheeks flared at the nickname as you kept the oar raised. “Why shouldn’t I?” He squinted his eyes forming a glare and opening his arms out as if he was preparing himself for the impact. You went to swing but you hesitated remembering the Eddie you knew. The Eddie that used to hold Hellfire sessions for all the outcasted kids of Hawkins High, the Eddie that used to give you rocks and little notes in between classes to make you smile, the Eddie that used to climb the tree outside your window to be able to sing lullaby versions of his songs to you after you refused to smoke the weed he offered you to cure your nightmares. He couldn’t be the reason why Chrissy was dead now; could he? Not your Eddie. He would never…

Before you could make your final decision, you felt a hand grip yours forcing you to drop the oar. The free hand wrapping itself around your neck and you could tell by the way he held you who it was. “Steve?” Your voice hesitated as he pulled you to his chest. “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you hurt him.” He said with grit in his voice as his other hand let yours go to wrap around his other placing a firm hold around your waist. You struggled against him, and he smirked. “I’m not letting you go, sweetheart.” Your head fell back against his chest with a bit of force causing him to move one of his hands from your waist to your neck, sliding around it with matched force. “Behave.” Your cheeks flushed at the dominance in his voice. You had always pegged him as a submissive; it was the reason why you had started calling him ‘Puppy’ back in his senior year.

“Sparrow.” His voice caused you to look back at Eddie. “Eds.” He smirked. “I’m sorry that we had to trick you, but I needed to get you here. And, well, I knew you wouldn’t come on your own accord. Not after what happened with Chrissy.” Your nostrils flared at the sound of her name on his lips. “Don’t.” Steve warned his lips pressed against your ear now. You hated that he knew what you were about to say, but you glared at Eddie. “How dare you even speak her name!” You spat struggling against Steve’s hold. Eddie groaned in annoyance. “Do we need to shut you up?”

Eddie growled as he walked closer to you and Steve. He reached down into the shadows and pulled out a pack of duct tape. “Are you going to listen?” He asked quizzically as your eyes squinted further at the implications your body squirming against Steve’s grasp to which Steve tightened his grips on both your waist and your neck. The sensation of his hand tightening around your neck made you moan, and both boys smirked. “You like that, baby.” Steve grinned. Eddie walked up and gripped your hands pinning them together against your back as he tapes them together looking at Steve with those eyes to which Steve’s grin becomes wider. “We have other plans for your mouth, doll.” Steve spoke as he craned your neck for better access leaving kisses against it making you whine subtly as you strained against the tape. You were too scared to speak. You had dreams about both, alone and together, but you never thought it would be like this. “Get them on their knees.” Eddie grunted as he threw the tape to Steve before he unzipped his pants pulling them down to reveal his girth; he wasn’t wearing boxers or briefs, and you groaned at the thought making him smirk down at you. “Oh, see something you like, birdie?”

Steve had forced you to your knees with as much ease as he could, it was as if he didn’t want to break you completely, not yet at least. He tied your ankles together grinning up at Eddie. “They look so beautiful like this.” He noted standing back over to Eddie and wrapping his arms around his neck smiling as he kept his eyes on him for a second before his lips crashed over Eddie’s. Your eyes widened at the realization a small moan leaving your lips as Eddie gripped Steve’s jeans pulling them and his bikers down all at once letting his cock spring out before he broke the kiss. They both looked at you, grins on their faces as if they were finally living a fantasy, you felt like you were being hypnotized your mouth dropping at the sight of them. “You’re drooling, love.” Steve mused. Eddie came up to you and circled one of his ringed fingers over your bottom lip. “You’re behaving more than I thought you...” just as he was about to praise you, you bit his finger. He pulled it back and tutted you. “Bad.” He said before placing his cock at your lips pushing it in as Steve came up behind him pulling his hair back so that his head was on his shoulder, and he careened Eddie’s neck leaving soft kisses against his supple flesh. As Steve attacked Eddie’s neck, Eddie’s hard on got firmer within your mouth his fingers tangling within your hair gripping your head and forcing you to take him down deeper making you choke.

You started spouting off at him glaring making him grin. “I’m sorry, I can’t hear you, sparrow.” He chirped as he went deeper down your throat making you groan. He grabbed Steve’s hand turning his hand to kiss him making you roll your eyes back relishing in the sight you had before you. “Help me keep them quiet, puppy.” Eddie mewed and you looked back up at them hearing the nickname they had given Steve and Steve smirked down at you as if he knew why you had been frozen. He tapped against your lips, “Open wider, kitten.” He said as he pushed his cock down your throat next to Eddie’s. You choked on their cocks trying to let your mouth mold around them tears wielding in your eyes as they start pushing deeper down your throat, making you moan around them. “You’re doing so good baby.” Steve groaned threading his fingers into Eddie’s on the back of your head forcing your head down further as their cocks hit the back of your throat. “Fuck.” Eddie cursed his head dropping back. “You’re taking it so well.” He praised looking back down at you. The praise made you groan which made him smirk. “Good slut.”

Eddie gripped Steve’s hand threaded in your hair as he forced your head to stay still, and he whispered something into Steve’s ear that made him grin wider than you had ever seen. They both looked down at you and started bucking their hips in rhythm with each other; face fucking you. Your eyes drifted shut as they were getting progressively more aggressive as they started to skull fuck you making your noises muffled as you tried to keep your breath through your nose. You could feel them twitching; they were chasing their orgasms.

Before you knew it, they were coating the back of your throat with threads of their cum the mixture of their flavors tinging your palette as you swallowed, and they looked down at you. “Are you gonna behave now?” Steve asked with a gentle yet firm tone. “And keep that pretty mouth of yours shut,” Eddie added, sternly. You nodded, making them go back down your throat, which made you groan, and they smirked. You looked up into their eyes with your tear-stained eyes pleasing unspoken promises.

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bothering me | e.m.

gif not mine, got it from pinterest

pairing: eddie munson x reader (using ‘you’)

requested: yes

type: angst, pure angst

summary: eddie starts being distant from the reader, when you finally confront him, he explodes and tells you it’s because you’re too clingy

warnings: curse words, idk kinda toxic relationship vibes? 

a/n: i’m trying to stop using pronouns she/her and they/them in my works and just putting ‘you’ cause it’s suitable for every person, i hope you guys will like it!

word count: 1,127

‘Sooo… movies at my place tonight?’ You whispered into Eddie’s ear when you had finally found him next to his locker.

‘Sorry, I’m busy.’

‘With what?’

‘Stuff, (Y/n). I don’t have to tell you everything all the time.’

‘I know but I’m your partner and I thought that being in a relationship means telling each other what we’re doing.’ You looked down at your shoes. ‘Especially when we want to avoid a date.’ You mumbled quietly enough so he wouldn’t hear it.

‘I just can’t tonight. Maybe some other day, okay?’ He asked and turned his head towards you.

‘Yeah sure.’ A forced smile appeared on your lips.

You turned around to look at the school clock on the other side of the corridor.

‘The class starts soon, can you at least give me-‘ You turned to Eddie again but he wasn’t there anymore.’…a kiss..’

You sighed and started walking towards your classroom.

Did I do something?

Maybe he’s cheating on me?

Am I not good enough?

Every possibility for his behaviour circled in your head but the one that caused it. You were sitting in your desk, listening to the boring lecture about reptiles, with your pen scribbling some shapes on the back of your notebook. You started thinking about Eddie and without much thought you drew his portrait on another blank page. Smiling to yourself you signed it ‘for my pretty boy x’ and decided to throw it into his locker when the next break approached.

You were proud of that piece and thought that maybe it’ll show Eddie how much you think of him and he won’t be such a dick anymore. Because let’s be honest, leaving you alone at his locker without saying goodbye was rude, at least to you. When you threw your drawing into his locker you thought that maybe after he sees it he will come running to you, apologizing for being so distant. But he didn’t. You didn’t see him that day anymore and you came home in hopes of him calling and guess what? He didn’t call.

For the course of next week you’ve been trying your best to get his attention in every possible way. And every time he just brushed you off like you were nothing, he didn’t even mention anything about your drawing. After he hadn’t even looked at you on Friday you decided it was enough. So you stormed to his house as soon as you had finished your classes. Your fists were quickly hitting the door of his trailer. After a few seconds Eddie opened them for you.

‘What are you doing here?’ He asked confused.

‘I wanted to talk to you, can we do that?’

‘Sure.’ He mumbled and signals for you to come in.

‘What do you want to talk about?’ He sat down on his bed while he was looking at you intensely.

‘Your behaviour.’

‘What’s wrong with it?’ He huffed.

‘You’re distant.’

‘You’re imagining things, (Y/n).’ He chuckled and readjusted his sitting position.

‘Eddie, you’ve been avoiding me for the last week all the fucking time. I am definitely not imagining things. Especially after today, have you noticed you haven’t even looked at me today?’ Tears were filling up your eyes.

‘That’s bullshit, I am not avoiding you.’

‘But you are!’ You stepped closer to him. ‘Why? Do you have someone else?’

‘No, (Y/n/n). You know I don’t.’ He mumbled and closed his eyes.

‘They why are you doing this? Why are you behaving this way? Do you have problems at school?’

‘I don’t.’

‘Eddie for fucks sake, then why are you so-‘

‘Because of you!’ He stood up and faced you. ‘You are all over me, all the fucking time. And I know it’s a good thing but it’s bothering me. It’s bothering me a lot. It’s like you don’t have any friends beside me, you don’t even let me breathe (Y/n)! Wherever I go, you’re there. Whenever I have some quiet and peace, you show up!’

‘Isn’t that the point of a relationship?’ You sobbed.

‘No! Not when I can’t do shit without you! Not when you’re touching me all the time and breathing down my neck!’ He turned around and sat down on the bed again.

You were standing there in shock, scared to say something back to him. You didn’t think your love language could bother him. You showed your love through touch and through quality time, what was so wrong with it? And Eddie never complained, he always had told you how nice your cuddles were, how he loved holding your hand. Maybe it just became too much for him at one point? You wanted to tell him you’ll take things slowly and you won’t push. You still loved him and wanted to comfort him, make him feel better. You carefully sat down next to him, his hands were holding his hair on either side and he was looking down at his boots. You slowly put your arm around him in hopes to give him a loving hug and show him how much you care and that his outburst didn’t change anything. You thought he would accept your touch but you were wrong. He quickly pushed your hand away and looked straight into your eyes.

‘What have I just said?’ He snapped.

You looked down at your shoes feeling like a scolded puppy and then scooted over to the other side of the bed. You were both sitting in silence for what felt like eternity and when you finally stopped thinking about the argument you had, you stood up and walked over to his desk. You took a piece of paper and a pen and started writing your message. You thought it was the best way to tell him something without him getting even more mad at you, you didn’t want to risk saying something wrong. When you finished the note you made your way outside of his trailer and back to your home.

Meanwhile Eddie was still sitting on his bed, thinking if he did the right thing. He didn’t want to lose you, of course, but this was just too much and he exploded. He looked at his desk and stood up to see the note. He took it and small tears fell from his eyes.

I’m sorry Eddie,

I know that you probably hate me right now and I’m sorry that my actions made you angry. I didn’t know that all of this could bother you and I want you to help me understand, when you’re ready that is. Just call me or come over and we can talk this out in peace and even if you don’t want to be with me anymore, I’ll understand. I’m sorry again.

Love, (Y/n)

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[whiskeybeforesunset]

A kiss, perhaps? | Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1048

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fr3akizoid]

pairing eddie munson x goblincore!reader

warnings one mention of reader being fem (use of the word maiden) but overall gender inclusive, animal bones.

word count 305

eddie is a little scared when he walks in your room to see a bunch of animals bones, accompanied by moss and rocks, in little domes. but after you explain the idea a bit he digs it, very metal, as he'd say. he loves the mythological and folklore side of it all. marvels in the way you jump in joy when you find out theres fairies and goblins in d&d.

he tries to grab the pretty rocks that decorate your room, but you stop him, explaining that your geodes and several other crystals have the same value to you as his guitar has to him. he begrudgingly accepts this, but pouts for awhile afterwards. only stopping when you promised to find him his own.

loves asking you about all the little nick knacks you found just to hear you squeal about how cute they are. is fully on board for walks in the woods and searching for shiny things.

will smile dreamily at you as you ramble about animals and nature. tries to be nice and catch you a frog because he knows your obsessed with them, but regrets it as soon as you tear up, "he must be so scared, what if he has a family!" :( tries to comfort you as you walk back to the pond with him to let it go.

finds the weird way you sit and crouch adorable, calls you his feral maiden/goblin <3

insists you sleep over at his house. he says its because he knows wayne wouldn't mind you staying over while your parents might not approve, which you know is bullshit because they let you collect bones. the real reason? he actually can't sleep because the cat skull in your room scares the shit out of him and he swears on his life its watching him.

[eddiesfairy]

🐈‍⬛ short fluff blurb — “this sounds like you’re flirting with me.” “...i have been trying to do that for three years now.”

with eddie munson?

all it took — Eddie Munson x Reader

word count: 1.1k

Summer finally arrived in Hawkins and you couldn’t be happier. As much as you love winter, there was just something magical about the summer breeze and the late night drives you would usually share with your best friend, Eddie. 

The road to Lovers Lake isn’t that far, but it always feels like a little road trip when Eddie’s music is softly playing in the background and the windows are wide open, letting the warm summer breeze flow through your hair. You put your arm outside the window, mimicking the way waves wash over the sand at the beach and you smile, remembering the time you and Eddie spontaneously went to California for a best friend vacation three years ago. When you told Eddie you haven’t been to the beach, one thing led to another and he surprised you for your birthday with a road trip and vacation in Cali. 

“What do you mean you’ve never seen the beach? Have you never put your feet in the sand, or felt the cold water almost freezing you to death?” he had said with a stunned expression. You nodded and laughed, “Eddie it’s not like I haven’t seen the beach in pictures and stuff, I just haven’t physically been to the beach. We live in Indiana, you know.” you added and couldn’t help but smile at his floored expression. He shook his head and grabbed you by your arms, “Listen to me right now. I’m making you this promise. You will see the beach this year. I’ll make sure of it.” he assured you and your heart swelled at the gesture. 

“What do you mean you’ve never seen the beach? Have you never put your feet in the sand, or felt the cold water almost freezing you to death?” he had said with a stunned expression. You nodded and laughed, “Eddie it’s not like I haven’t seen the beach in pictures and stuff, I just haven’t physically been to the beach. We live in Indiana, you know.” you added and couldn’t help but smile at his floored expression. He shook his head and grabbed you by your arms, “Listen to me right now. I’m making you this promise. You will see the beach this year. I’ll make sure of it.” he assured you and your heart swelled at the gesture. 

Which probably brought you to where you are now, daydreaming about that vacation and the realisation that you’ll never be able to forget it. Eddie notices you’ve gotten significantly quieter and his hand goes to your thigh, lightly tapping on your leg, a small gesture to make sure you’re okay. You meet his gaze and give him a bright smile, before he breaks eye contact to focus on the road, turning left to the lake. 

When you arrive, Eddie is the first to jump out of the van as he skips to the back where he takes out the blankets and picnic basket you asked him to buy after he arrived at the picnic with a bucket. Eddie takes note that you haven’t exited the van and he leans to your side before he’s playfully yelling at you, “Excuse me your royal highness, please get out of the chariot and help me set up the blankets. You’re not getting out of this one again.” he chuckles and holds his hand out for you to take. You snap out of your daydream before taking his hand and exiting the van, slightly hopping out of the van. You walk with Eddie towards the blankets and basket and realisation suddenly hits you that this looks a lot like a date. And the fact that you’ve been doing this for three years? Every first day of summer. You shake the feeling off when you both sit down along the lake and you take a moment to admire the view. You really love coming here, spending time with Eddie. 

You wonder if he’s ever felt that this was a date. Did he ever see you as anything more than his best friend? 

You look back to Eddie and see that he’s already looking at you, before he quickly looks away and clears his throat. You smile to yourself and you feel your cheeks grow hot. You break the sudden tension by taking one of the sandwiches you made, offering it to Eddie. He gladly takes it and you take one for yourself before looking back at the lake. 

“Isn’t it so pretty?” you say and from the corner of your eye you see Eddie looking at you before responding, “The prettiest.” you turn to look at Eddie and he is now unapologetically staring at you, completely focussed on you. You raise your brow, “Eddie? It sounds like you’re flirting with me.” you say and laugh softly, but Eddie just looks at you and rests his chin in his palm, raising his shoulders slightly, “Well I have been trying to do that for three years now, sweetheart.” he says and you freeze the motion of your sandwich to your mouth, putting it down on the plate next to you before speaking up, “Are you joking with me, Eds?” you ask and your heart nearly flips upside down when he shakes his head no. 

Eddie stands up from the blanket, dusting off the crumbs that fell from the sandwich he was eating, and looks down at you, “After our trip to California I knew I liked you, and every summer we continue to come here I plan to ask you out, and every summer I think I have to wait, or I get nervous and chicken out. So hopefully this has been the final year of planning.” he laughs a little and sits down again, now closer to you. “So, sweetheart. Will you finally do your lovesick best friend the honour of becoming his?” Eddie says as he takes your hands in his, and the butterflies in your stomach nearly burst out of your chest. 

You give Eddie the biggest smile you can manage, “Yes. one hundred times yes.” you say and give him a big hug, nearly toppling him over in the process. You both break out in a fit of laughter as Eddie recovers from your hug attack and smiles down at you, giving your nose a tiny kiss.

“Thank god, I don’t know if I could’ve waited another year.”

a/n: i got a bit carried away and i think this might be one of my favourite works i’ve ever done.

[vneuns]

That's no problem like your story's are literally the cream of the Crop no joke haha.

Alright so, how do you think Eddie would react to the reader coming out as NB and being afraid to tell him?

(because that totally wasn't me with my parents and friends haha)

Also, how are you doing?

( going through my ask hehe ) and lmao I love you 🤭 cream of the crop is a compliment I never thought Id receive lol, and I hope that went well for you <33

I promise Eddie could care less in an affectionate way 🫶🏾

you paced back and forth as your boyfriend of two years sat on the couch eating the ice cream you’d bought him hoping it’d “soften the blow”. truthfully Eddie would’ve listened to what you said no matter what because he loved you but he liked messing around with you and after seeing how nervous you were, you promising him ice cream was the cherry on top.

“Y/nn..” he called lowly as he sat the empty cup of scoops ahoy ice cream down and looked at you pointedly. stopping in your tracks you looked up at him timidly.

“Come here, what’s up?” his question lingered in the back of your head head as you slowly sat beside the brunette, his hands immediately going to your thighs to pull them up on his lap. obviously sensing the nervousness feeding off your body Eddie took one of his hands to your chin and forced you to look up at him. “You can tell me anything babe.. you know that.” His other hand went to one of your free hands caressing it softly. “Never ever gonna judge you.”

Taking a big gulp of air you decided to say it now rather than waiting because honestly it had been eating you alive. “So- I’ve recently been.. discovering myself, and I’ve realized I don’t want to be held under a label.. or in this case a gender.” You chuckled lightly to yourself. “I just want to be.. me. I don’t want to be what society thinks I should be because of how I look or because of the gender I was born with,” you trailed off hoping your boyfriend had caught on.

and to your surprise he had. “I think that’s fucking almost and I support you in your decision and whatever other decisions you decide to make down the road.” Sighing to yourself you leaned forward pressing a chaste kiss to you boyfriends awaiting lips, giggling when he nipped playfully at your bottom lip.

“I think you should get me ice cream every time you have something important to tell me.”

[newromantics2333]

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✨hello!✨🍃welcome🍃✨

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shuri (any pronouns that please them)

bucky barnes (he/they)

bruce banner (he/they)

thor

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wanda maximoff

heimdall

frigga

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tony stark (he/him)

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hela

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[oneforthemunny]

rockstar!eddie munson x reader masterlist

rockstar!eddie munson x nepo baby!reader works:

treat me rough

sinister play

pieces of you and me

girls on film

linger

super trouper

dark shadows

light my morning sky

build me up buttercup

my funny valentine

extras:

gone fishin' (munny's summer writing work)

time warp (munny's spooky stories work)

it's tricky (munny's spooky stories work)

rockstar!eddie and nb!reader's timeline

rockstar!eddie moodboard

nepo baby's moodboard

all the lore and asks and extras can be found here :)

rockstar!eddie munson x groupie!reader:

groupie love

[vintagehellfire]

The Prowler | Eddie Munson x Reader

❦ 1/8 ☙ tw: unhealthy coping mechanisms, smut, abuse, broken families, 18+, minors DNI ❧ When reader moves to Hawkins from a small town in France after having been kicked out to live with their extended family, they lean on unhealthy coping skills. Rumours spread quickly and soon they are known as the town harlot, sleeping around to deal with their unfortunate circumstances.The Prowler, Eddie Munson, always around in some capacity, doesn't bat an eye at what people are saying, after all, he is the devil incarnate himself....[Based on Iron Maiden's self titled album]

Chapter One: The Prowler

“They’ll charge you a fiver for the main course, but you might even get some for free!” The roar of laughter drowned your thoughts, pressure filling your ears as you tried to ignore the sea of teenagers pointing their fingers at nobody else but you.

❦

The muddy boot connected with your trailer door, a sepulchral thunk echoing through the room amidst the rhythmic plunks of the pouring rain against the tin roof. It couldn’t be anybody but the Prowler. You’d spotted his head of hair in the halls of the hellhole that was known as Hawkins High. As much as you loather to admit it, he was quite the attractive character, but you couldn’t allow yourself those thoughts or feelings, no, it was best not to have them.

❦

The cruel smoke wafted from the cigarette that hung between their lips, a sigh of ecstasy, a moment of relief. Their « fix » having just left, leaving them in a ratty shirt, panties bunched on the floor of the trailer, and the ashtray on the floor. To say that the sex was anything but atrocious would have been a lie, but it was a coping strategy and one that was hard to give up. Sure cigarettes took the edge off, but they didn’t make you feel wanted and warm the way a body might, and that’s exactly the way in which (y/n) coped. Cigarettes, booze, and sex. In these moments of deep frustration, (y/n) ran a hand through their shock of dyed hair as they exhaled the poison, silently wishing the cancer sticks they smoked were menthols instead.

Not even a month passed and rumours of (y/n)’s afterschool activities were flying, and accusations were thrown left and right. Of course, only half of them were true. What was this cunning yet elusive figure from hell doing in such a dump as Hawkins? To be honest, there wasn’t an answer to be given, not even one that could have used to try to justify this choice to themselves. They might as well have tossed a dart at a map with their eyes closed, but they didn’t. It was actually more like extended family that did. After (y/n)’s ridiculously haute classe parents kicked them out to go abroad and live with their impoverished uncle, they didn’t really have much of a choice, however; there was a charm to the quietude the town provided in comparison to the rowdy home. Even despite proving to be a rumour mill, there was rare peace that settled upon the town which provided a becoming charm.

Fucking bastard, (Y/N) internally hissed before pushing themselves off of the creaky bed. Coincidentally, that same thought blew through the head of someone a few doors down from their trailer.

“Fucking bastard ,” Eddie gritted through his teeth as he tried to bandage the cut on his forearm, cooly dangling a cigarette from his lips. He worked away at bandaging himself up, the sting of the antiseptic solution burning his fresh wound. The poor man hadn’t had much luck, not just with his grades, but with being considered anything close to remotely human. Eddie “The Freak” Munson they all called him and just about anyone sane knew that he didn’t deserve it, but he was, of course, a metalhead, a Dungeon Master, in the middle of the oh-so-incredible “Satanic Panic”. Naming his club Hellfire sure didn’t feel like the smartest of moves at the moment. If he were honest with himself, it was huge reasoning for the big red target on his chest, and no, not just the snarling demon that adorned his old shirt.

After bandaging himself up, Eddie threw himself onto the bed, finishing up his cigarette and exhaling out the cancerous cloud, the very same that surrounded (y/n) in their trailer a few doors down.

Hawkins High, the hellhole, the place where all souls go to die… The place where after nights of debauchery rumours would spread like a wildfire in a drought. To say the stories and tall tales of (y/n)’s extracurricular didn’t get around was a lie, after all, it was of their own volition that they decided to bed the popular kid but this wasn’t to be expected. The rumours started as soon as they had stepped foot through the door. Some were gracious such as being a freak like that Munson kid, others were downright cruel, the most nefarious being that you were a harlot. To say that was definitely over the line, and it wasn’t like (y/n) solicited sex or anything, but being such a cherry bomb, it made it easy to get what they wanted and when they wanted it. How were they supposed to know that it would end in that prick spreading false accusations of solicitation? (Y/n) found themselves grinding their teeth together. If living in a small town in France had taught them anything, is that being an eyesore, a femme presenting person, who didn’t fit in in the least, put a target on their back, and it looked like it did about the same thing in Hawkins, Indiana. Well, all except for one person.

Eddie Munson, The Prowler, caught (y/n)’s attention on day one. Sharp canines, addictive smile, stupid fucking I don’t give a shit attitude, yeah, just their type, but this is what they aimed to avoid A person they were genuinely interested in? What could possibly go fucking wrong? They didn’t send (y/n) to Hawkins to fall in love with some metal head, Hawkins was supposed to be a punishment and not the place they found true love. Love, what even the fuck was love but an emotion that brought weakness? (Y/n) shook their head before sticking their headphones in and turning up their music as loud as the walkman would allow them to. Love was a weakness, there was more comfort in a fleeting moment than in an emotion that wields the power to rip the happiness from your heart and leave a black hole in its place, sucking all light into it.

When was this god-forsaken day to be over?

❦

The tangled bodies, the sweat, and the moans filled the tiny trailer.

“Fuck yeah baby, oh yes, yes, yes!” The man groaned out as (y/n) lay mostly still. It was almost a nightly ritual at this point. The man, or woman, would buy the booze, (y/n) would take them back to theirs, offer the smokes, and then put on their dominatrix act, but that didn’t always last long. Men liked to take control, tug and yank at their hair, liked to assert dominance over “the whore”. That’s what they were right? Nothing but a cheap whore for a night of fun. Sometimes men would throw in a fiver because they genuinely believed that’s what the agreement was, other times there wasn’t even so much as a goodbye. The nicest person by far had been a man who was clearly trying to have his first time but backed out after (y/n) talked him out of it.

“What are you doing fucking a nobody for the first time? Don’t you want it to be with someone you love?”

“ I don’t know that anybody would love me.”

“ That’s bullshit, look at you. You didn’t try to pay me, you treated me like a human, bought me flowers, whole nine yards, for what? A lay?” They scoffed. “Come on, I’m not gonna take your virginity, but I’ll let you hang out and have a drink.” The man nodded and thus began a night of philosophical conversation and literary analysis.

“Okay sweetheart, I’m done here.” The prick (y/n) took home declared, pulling out, tossing the condom into a corner of the room, and shimmying his pants back on. “Maybe we can do this again sometime, huh?” He offered them a tenner before throwing it at them like a cheap whore when he realised they weren’t taking it.

“I’m not a prostitute.” They called after him as he was leaving and with the clank of the door they let out a “ bitch.” Under their breath. Pulling themselves off the bed, (y/n) decided to light one up and make themselves a coffee before picking up their guitar and flinging themselves onto the worn couch.

Two doors down, Eddie had gotten up from the comfort of his bed and was grabbing his head, pacing back and forth, oblivious to the scandalous acts that had just taken place next door. He couldn’t place his finger on what exactly his Dungeons and Dragons campaign was missing, but it was something rather significant. No, no, they went through the Vecna storyline, he made it nearly impossible for the kids to get themselves out of that one, but they managed. A damsel in distress? To classic. Eddie wanted to scream. He had never had this much trouble in his goddamn life when it came to coming up with ideas for his campaign. A sigh left his lips as he ran a hand through the lion's mane that was his hair. Time to light up I guess , he thought to himself before pulling out a cigarette from behind his ear and marching to the trailer door. He ripped it open in frustration and plopped himself down on the first step, pulling the lighter from his pocket at the same time.

If he didn’t make this the best damn campaign, he’d be fucked. The pupils held him in high regard with expectations that blew through the roof. After all, it was Eddie, the theatrical and dramatic freak. He couldn’t revisit Vecna, could he bring back Kas? He shook his head and scrapped the idea quickly, taking a hit from his cigarette. As soon as the smoke hit his lungs he felt the buzz of nicotine and the gears started turning. He’d have the kids leave the clutches of Vecna’s realm, maybe face a few monsters, and he’d have to introduce a new threat, and interdimensional threat possibly. New monsters, new threats. Transition the kids to a new region? After Vecna wreaked Havoc, he had to introduce new characters, not like he had a choice. Once your character was dead, they were dead… well, Eddie could have included the option to have them unconscious for one to six turns… God, if death-saving rolls were a thing… He cursed at himself and tried to think, wishing he had pulled out his notebook. Could be interesting to force em to go through Bloodstone pass or even the Bloodstone Mines. There was a highly anticipated chapter coming up down the line and so it would give all the more meat to the storyline or he could introduce the forgotten realms, and involve more magic as opposed to total war.

His thoughts were interrupted by the delightful sound of a guitar playing in the background. Snapping his head towards the sound, he wondered how come he’d never heard this before, and he wondered just how sorrowful the person behind the playing must be.

(Y/N) strummed the gloomy chords, letting the heavy emotions fill the air with tension. Of course, making use of the Locrian mode was essential to them, especially since they played doom, haunting the ears of those who bothered to listen. The harrowing tale of their past sorrows, their current misfortunes, and the dark twisted tales of the occult filled what would otherwise be silence. They closed their eyes and lost themselves in the music they were writing, oblivious to the outside world. Music had become a sort of escapism ever since their parents had decided that they weren’t meeting their standards and (y/n) was good . They didn’t leave room for a single doubt on that front. Even those who would diminish them, their accomplishments and their peculiar choices were forced to admit they had a natural talent. It was as if it was an extension of themselves and it never went unnoticed.

(Y/n) played well into the night and eventually tired themselves out completely, having nearly shot their sorrowful voice. Gently, almost lovingly, they placed their guitar in the corner by the bed and tossed any soiled clothing to the ground before turning the light off and crawling under the warm sheets, the smell of sex lingering evermore.

It was lucky for (y/n) that despite waking up late the following day, it was no matter seeing as it was a Saturday. The birds chirping, the sound of those stupid fucking neighbours flowing into the trailer, but no sun beaming through the windows. With a groan, (y/n) pulled themselves up, rubbing their eyes and smearing whatever liner was leftover from the previous night before swinging their legs over the side of their bed and padding over to the kitchen to brew themselves a coffee. They liked their coffee strong and slightly bitter, without sugar or milk, and certainly without the sound of their neighbours having a row. As their coffee brewed, they reached into their cabinet for a mug before slamming the door shut in annoyance. Do they not shut the fuck up?! It wasn’t like the fighting was new, it had been going on for quite some time and if it hadn’t become a daily part of (y/n)’s routine, they didn’t know what had. Usually, the fight would die down by the afternoon, the husband would start his Chevy Citation II, rev the engine and speed off. Sometimes he came back at 4 am, other times he’d leave for days. Rinse and repeat.

Eddie nearly tore his hair out every time the neighbours would argue, he would regularly drown them out with music or his own playing. Sometimes he too would leave, but today was different. They had started fighting as soon as he had talked himself up to leaving his trailer to go talk to (y/n). He had seen them around school, in the music rooms, alone in the lunch room, and he knew their car as soon as it pulled into the trailer park but one thing he hadn’t seen up until last night was (y/n) singing. He found their voice soothing yet haunting, the memory of sitting in the night, smoking, and listening following him to the dawn and compelled him to try to approach. He knew of their reputation but that didn’t matter, hell, even he had a reputation as some kind of cult leader due to his little school club. Hellfire wasn’t satanic, it was far from it. It was just a group of teenagers indulging in a tabletop roleplaying game. Truth be told, it was a fantastic creative outlet for everyone involved and it had brought the gang much closer together, but that didn’t matter to anyone else.

As soon as he heard the screeching of tires and the engine of the Chevy roar, he decided he would make his way over to (y/n)’s trailer. He threw on his Hellfire shirt, and his tattered jeans, before jogging over.

(Y/n) heard a knock on their trailer door and rolled their eyes, could they get a fucking moment of peace? Absolutely not apparently. They grabbed their mug, knuckled turning white, and unintentionally stomped over to the trailer door, ripping it open just before another knock landed. They didn’t give a shit that they were still in a t-shirt and underwear, they didn’t care that their hair was matted or that the remnants of their makeup were smudged across their eyes.

“What do you want?” (Y/n) hissed before being able to process who exactly was standing in front of them.

“My apologies,” The Prowler spoke, eyes wide as saucers, “I didn’t mean to bother you, I can uh…” He turned his head to look back at his trailer. (Y/n)’s eyes flicked over to where he was looking before a grim expression crossed their face. How he knew they lived here was obvious, but didn’t make it any less strange for (y/n). “Listen, I’ll get out of your hair, but I wanted to let you know that I heard you last night,” and with that, the grim expression turned to anger, (y/n) thinking he’d heard them hooking up, “and you sounded really good, I just- yeah.” Eddie rubbed the back of his neck.

“Excuse me?” (y/n) asked in shock. “Get the fuck away from me, you fucking Prowler.” They growled, baring their teeth, and body began to shake. The intensity of the venom in their voice shook Eddie to the core. Nobody had ever called him a Prowler, that was certainly a new name to add to the books. Eyes wide, he started stuttering, unsure of what (y/n) thought he was referring to, imagining that their wires got crossed somewhere.

“No no no!” He tried to backtrack quickly. “Your voice, your singing,” he tried quickly, bringing (y/n)’s anger down a few notches, They stared intently at Eddie, letting out a huff while pursing their lips in thought. So it wasn’t what they had initially thought. The white-hot anger began to subside and they fought the urge to snap back a nasty retort.

“Thanks.” The reply was curt, almost bitter but the venom softened up and the anger subsided. “Is that all you want?” (Y/n) asked, wondering when this waking nightmare would be over.

“I- well,” Eddie rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, his usual cocky demeanor fading quickly when around (y/n). He didn’t understand why they had this effect on him, but they did, “you’re new to Hawkins right?” He asked, earning a slow nod from the other, eyes squinting slightly and jaw tightening. “Look, I- I’ve seen how people have treated you, I’ve heard the rumours.” He bit his lip and looked away, fearing he’d be subject to (y/n)’s anger once again. Their demeanor, however, softened a bit. Maybe they should be giving a chance to The Prowler despite that he may have heard about their x-rated activities. “If you need someone, a friend, a shoulder to lean on, just… My trailers right over there.” He pointed his thumb behind him.

(Y/n) couldn’t help but take a better look at Eddie, the curly head of hair, the wide yet soft brown eyes, the crow's feet by his eyes, they could see this becoming dangerous, but was it more dangerous than sleeping around without care? Probably not. They sighed.

“I’ve been a dick.” They state before gently looking away and adding, “I appreciate the gesture, I know you probably think I can’t take care of myself, but I can.” They say, running a hand through their hair, thoughts racing. It would be easier to be a dick, and push Eddie away, but what if… no. No, they wouldn’t allow themselves the luxury.

“It’s not that I don’t think you can, it’s just that we’re freaks, you know? And us freaks, we have each other.” Eddie conceded, he wanted to include those who were cast out, to be there, give them a space to be themselves, and (y/n) was no exception. “Anyway, I came here to tell you that I love your voice, you’ve got a good one for the doom-like songs you're writing.” With that, Eddie turned back and started walking back home.

❦

Over the next few weeks, (y/n) avoided Eddie. He was too kind, and all they could think of was how he would probably be a golden retriever boyfriend. He tried to invite (y/n) to lunch, or even offer them a ride home from time to time. He’d somehow always be around and that made their blood boil and so they decided that it was time to push him away in any way that they could, which so happened to be inviting someone back to their trailer to fuck the desire out.

It was a Tuesday and (y/n) was having a drink at The Hideout, unbeknownst to them, Corroded Coffin, Eddie’s band, was playing. A groan left their lips and they ordered another round, trying to forget about the dashing smile and soft gaze that the metal head shot their way. They needed to get him out of their head and they thought that maybe if they filled their bed with someone else, it would do the trick. Luckily, or rather, unluckily, a tall and handsome man slid into the seat next to (y/n).

“Hey, sugar,” He purred causing them to gag, “can I buy you a drink?” (y/n) looked him up and down, he was built, but his get-up left much to be desired. A tight white t-shirt and blue jeans, nothing special, and yet it would do. His green eyes were piercing and his sandy blonde hair flopped in front of them. He needs a haircut.  

“Depends what you’re offering.” (Y/n) retorted with a little wink before taking a swig of their beer. This is fucking exhausting. What they didn’t realise from this interaction is that Eddie was watching them. To say he didn’t have a soft spot for (y/n) would be a lie, though he tried to justify it by telling himself it’s just physical attraction the more he learned about them, the more drawn to them he became, and it was pretty easy given they were neighbors. He’d often poke his head out the window to see them feeding the birds, watering the little garden they had planted, petting the dogs, and playing with them, and he’d even seen them take in a stray cat. That’s not even touching on their haunting voice.

He was so distracted that he barely registered Jeff talking to him until he snapped his fingers in front of Eddie’s face. Only then did he tear his eyes from the sight he was fixated on - the man dragging (y/n) out by the hand.

“Dude, let’s go, we’re on in a minute.” With his eyes glued to the door, Eddie nodded slowly. When he managed to tear his eyes from the door he made his way to his guitar and picked it up violently before setting everything up, making sure all his pedals were where they belonged on the pedal board and that nothing was loose. He took one look at the guys, then trailed them back to the door, grip tightening on the neck of his guitar.

“Hey everyone, we’re Corroded Coffin, hope you enjoy.” And with that, he let the first chord ring out before throwing himself into a violent performance. To say the guys had seen something like this come from Eddie would be a lie. They hadn’t seen this much rage and passion in a long time. It had to be one of their best sets to date.

❦

“Are you enjoying yourself, sugar?” The man inquired as he went down on (y/n) and all they could do in response was moan. What else were they supposed to do? The man was going at them like a fucking dog licking peanut butter off a spoon. Has he ever even eaten someone out before? “Mmm yeah let me hear you moan baby.” He hummed. God, he spoke way too much.

“Just fuck me already.” They breathed out through half-gritted teeth, waiting for this hell to be over, why they expected any one-night stand to go well was beyond them.

“So fucking needy… Mmm, I like that.” The stranger growled. “You don’t mind if I don’t use a condom right?” With that, (y/n) shot up. “It just feels be-” The man got cut off and pushed away by (y/n)’s foot connecting to his shoulder.

“Get out.” Disbelief was plastered to his face. He went to protest but was promptly and swiftly cut off. “I don’t want your excuses, get up, get dressed, and get out, now! ” they roared before getting up and pulling their panties back on. The man did as instructed while cursing.

“Don’t need to be such a frigid ass bitch. Can’t believe people say you’re an easy lay.” With that, rage flooded (y/n) and they picked up the man’s belongings and swiftly opened the window, throwing them into the mud.

“Get the fuck out, get out of my sight, and so help me god, if you call me a frigid ass bitch again…” They started to shove the man towards the door. “I will cut your fucking dick off. Don’t come back.” And with that pointed threat, they shoved him out the door and slammed it in his face. (Y/n) locked the door before pressing their back to it and sighing, reaching around for a t-shirt before sinking down to the ground. They heard the man cursing as he picked up his clothes and walked off. The relief flooded them slowly but was almost immediately replaced with a feeling of guilt and regret. They felt dirty. For the first time since sleeping around, they felt dirty .

A knock came at their trailer door soon after – or so it seemed – honestly, (y/n) had lost track of time, dipping in and out of full consciousness. They had picked up a cigarette at some point and had started to smoke yet there was no recollection of it at all. Slowly, they got up and peeled the door open only to find Eddie in front and a dumbfounded look on his face.

“What the fuck? ” Eddie let out, eyes softening as he saw you. “Are you okay? He just spat something about you being frigid” Anger overtook him, he had somehow become protective of (y/n) despite the fact that they were avoiding him like the plague. He avoided mentioning that the thick-headed jock spat something or the other about fucking the town freak right after.

“Wha-” (y/n) began but couldn’t put two and two together. In fact, they didn’t understand why the man who was at their door just a couple of weeks ago and hadn’t been there since was so worried., “Eddie… I- Come in.” They tried before moving over to let the man through.

“What did he do? Did he hurt you, (y/n)?” That was the first time he’d used your name and it struck a chord. (Y/n)’s eyes almost softened up, almost , tears brimming their eyes and threatening to spill over. They took a minute, blood roaring through their ears like a river, it was similar to when you’d put a conch shell to your ear, and the pressure in their head was becoming too much.

“I’m… I’m tired.” They broke down, the river of tears spilling over and flowing down their cheeks. “He- No, no, I’m not okay.” And with that Eddie took them into his strong arms, tangling a hand in their hair and the other around their waist. (Y/n) stiffened with shock before gently relaxing into The Prowler, Eddie Munson, the man who seemed to be everywhere they went. He smelled of tobacco, oud, and something a little woodsy, and (y/n) could safely say it was addicting and it scared them how much it made them feel at home with this man.

“It’s okay…” Eddie muttered into (y/n)’s hair. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He just hoped that you couldn’t feel his heart hammering in his chest. This was the closest he’d been to you and he was so afraid to fuck it up.

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I've had this account for BARELY a month and the fact that I've gotten 400 of you already?! I'm so happy y'all enjoy my writing, while I'm busy with work chapters are slow, but hit me with m/nb reader requests and I'll get some drabbles or oneshots since that's less planning.

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[streamafterlaughter]

New Kid

Chapter VI: Midterms

MASTERLIST || chapter V || playlist

summary: You spend the week pining for Eddie, as you’ve agreed to a deal you wish you could take back.

tags: eddie munson x reader, gn!nb!afab!reader, impossibly slow burn (next chapter kids ;)), violence, language, mutual pining, yearning, fluff, angst, trauma bonding

a/n: the wait is almost over, next chapter things get GOOD. thank you guys for reading, it means so much to me that i’m seeing y’all enjoy it. Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated.

Eddie’s POV

He hasn’t stopped replaying the scene in his head. Taking you by the wrist in a fleeting act of confidence, hoisting you up in the air like they do in romantic movies, feeling your lips part in a smile against his own, freezing in the rain to the point of near numbness, it all feels too good to be true. But surely enough, as he steps into the living room, your clothes now warm and dry in his hands, you’re there on his couch, this time wearing his Hellfire shirt, clicking through TV channels as you munch on microwave popcorn. If he could freeze this moment in time, keep you both there forever.

“I’ll have to make you one of your own.” Eddie tugs at his shirtsleeve on you as he sits down, kicking his feet up on the coffee table next to you. He places your clothes in a neat pile on your lap, and you give them a disappointed frown. “What’s up?” He asks, noticing your expression.

“Nothing, I’m okay. Just stressed about this week, I guess. Didn’t really get much studying done.”

“Ah, screw studying, we had an adventure this weekend.” Eddie doesn’t truly mean that, he needs these midterm grades to graduate, but he wouldn’t have done a thing differently this weekend.

It’s as if you read his mind. “No, Eddie, we need to focus. I know you want out of this place, no matter how well you think you’re hiding it.” You’re right, he’d rather not die in a town that hates him. “I know if we keep spending time together, we aren’t gonna pass. We have to keep our distance from each other until Friday.”

Eddie snaps his head up to see if you’re joking. He’s met with your furrowed brow and pursed lips, deep in thought. “You can’t be serious.”

“Do you have a better idea? Because I’d love one right now. Look, it’s only five days, we’ll start tonight and we’ll reconfigure on Friday after school,” You've seemingly thought all of this out, but when did you have the time? “I don’t want to be the reason you’re held back again. I wanna be the first person you run to waving that passing grade in your hands.” You look him dead in the eyes, each word etching itself into his bones.

“Do I get a treat if I pass?” He teases, wanting to make every second he has until tonight count.

“Whatever you want, pretty boy.” He leans in to kiss you, but instead of connecting your lips, you press a finger to his. “On Friday.”

“This is bullshit.” He huffs, crossing his arms in an exaggerated display of disapproval. You take advantage of his position, leaning to whisper into his ear, “You’ll get a lot more if you behave.” Before slipping off the couch to change. Eddie sits frozen, your breath raising the hairs on the back of his neck, and he has to fight for it not to erect anything else.

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Your POV

Eddie drives you home at eight o’clock despite his objections to your plan. You hate it too, but you need, desperately, to get yourself back on track before vacation. This is the only way, you know in your heart, that you’ll be able to focus solely on school, if you and Eddie don’t hang out until the end of the week. How cruel, you think, to let yourself have something so sweet, so perfect, only to immediately have to shove him away.

Eddie walks you up the front stairs, pausing at the door. “Guess this is where you get off.” He says sadly, but you take the opportunity to joke,

“No, that’s for after midterms.”

You can’t help but giggle at your own immaturity, your laugh ringing through the quiet evening like a bird song.

Eddie takes one more step up, making his face level with yours. “God I hope so.” His voice drips with desire, and you’re ready to risk it all and drop your pants right there on the front steps of your home. Instead, you offer, “One for the road?”

Eddie takes the final step up, and you’re pulled into him like two magnets finding each other. You kiss him deeply, like you’re moving away and saying goodbye forever, because this week is gonna feel like an eternity. You can feel his urgency in the kiss too, his hands clasped behind your back, holding your body to his own. Your hands clutch either side of his face, afraid if you let go he might vanish.

“You know I’ll see you in English, right?” He reminds you, breaking the kiss for air.

You roll your eyes, “It’s not the same now, knowing how you taste.”

Even in the dark, you can tell he’s blushing at your words. “I’ll see you.” He says, giving you a final kiss on the nose.

“See you.” You watch as he turns down the walk way, gets into his van, and vanishes from sight.

-

“Jesus Christ!” Your parents are standing huddled behind the front door as you enter. “Were you there this whole time?!” You love them, but your parents can get overly excited at your social life when it seems to be going well.

“Just long enough to watch you watch him walk away.” Your mom teases, bringing you in for a hug. “You could have let him in, we would’ve made sure not to be here.”

“I know. We’re trying this thing though where we don’t become codependent after already spending an entire weekend together.” You drop into your chair at the dinner table, already missing Eddie in the most pathetic way.

“That’s silly!” Your dad chimes in. “I couldn’t keep my hands off your mom when I met her. Still can’t,” he gives an exaggerated wink to your mom, who giggles back at him.

“Ugh, you guys are gross. Look, we both need to pass midterms if we wanna graduate, and we’re only gonna distract each other. So we aren’t seeing each other until Friday.”

“When did you get so mature?” Your dad jokes, backhanding you lightly in the arm.

“I guess when I decided I wanted a future.”

“I’m proud of you, kiddo. And if Eddie’s worth anything, he’ll be right there waiting for you on Friday.”

You desperately want this to be true. It isn’t any sort of game, you really do need to study, but in a sick way you want this week to be difficult for him. You want to be at the forefront of Eddie’s brain, the same way he’s been at yours since you watched him on that dingy stage.

Alright, I’m gonna go do some cramming before my Bio exam tomorrow, goodnight parents.” You pull yourself out from your chair, and drag your feet towards the stairs.

“Oh, honey! Robin called, she wanted to know if you were alright after whatever happened on Friday. I hooked your phone line up today, if you want to call her back.”

“Okay!” You call, already halfway up the stairs.

You dial Robin’s number, and she picks up on the second ring. “Buckley residence, may I ask who’s calling?”

“Hey, Robin! It’s Y/N.”

“Oh my god, Y/N, I thought you were dead!” Her voice brightens when she hears you.

“That’s a little dramatic, I’m totally fine! More than fine, really.” You bite your lip, wondering how much of this you can share with Robin.

“What’re they saying?” You hear in the distance on Robin’s end.

“Sh, dingus, they haven’t said anything yet.”

“Is that Steve?”

Robin's attention turns back to you, “Yeah, sorry, we just got out of work, he’s here to help me study. I would’ve asked you, but you weren’t home when I called. Figured you were… busy.” You don’t miss the suggestion she’s making. You laugh directly into the receiver, “Har, har. If you must know, I was with Eddie.”

“I knew it! Tell. me. everything.”

You feel like every tween must, kicking your feet back and forth as you gossip to your friend about your new crush. “Well, we kissed.”

“Yeah, like days ago, right? Pretty sure we walked in on that.”

“No, actually, not until today. A couple hours ago…”

“Wait, seriously?” It’s Steve again, listening to the two of you. “He’s been all over you from day one and somehow resisted kissing you until today? Doesn’t sound like Eddie.”

“Steve, shut up. Anyway, what was it like?!”

“I don’t kiss and tell!”

“Well you should! I’m living vicariously through your romantic endeavors!”

“Fine, but tell Steve to stop listening first.”

You vaguely hear Robin shoo Steve from the room. “Okay, go on.”

“Well,” You start from Friday, the emotional tension between you two after the party, the nightmare he comforted you from, the Hellfire meeting, “Wait, he invited you to Hellfire?! Boys got the bug, bad.” You tell her about Sunday, about how you thought he was rejecting you, only to give you the most cliche first kiss you ever could have imagined. You go into detail about the way he looks at you, how you feel like you could explode from gazing into his eyes for too long. Robin listens to every word, chiming in with commentary when she feels so inclined. By the end of your story, your brain is full of nothing but Eddie, and there is absolutely no hope for you studying tonight.

“Ugh, I envy your love. Maybe when you’re done teasing your boyfriend you could be my wingman!” You chuckle, promising her you’ll take her to every lesbian bar from here to Boston you can find. “I’ll hold you to that, y’know.” And you say your good nights before hanging up.

-

Eddie’s POV

It’s the last thing he wants to do, but Eddie pulls his English notes from his backpack after returning home. Wayne is cooking hamburgers on the stove, and Eddie sits in the living room, straining to read his chicken scratch when all he wants to do is call you.

“How’s your weekend?” Wayne asks, a hint in his voice, egging him into talking about you, though he would probably have without the help.

“Unbelievable, really.”

“Y/N seems like a good kid,” his uncle muses, “Don’t screw it up.” Wayne isn't an emotional guy, but he loves his nephew like his own. He saw what a life of rebellion got his brother, and he doesn’t want any of it for Eddie.

“Thanks for the advice.” Eddie mumbles dryly, skimming through the useless pages of his notebook. He really should’ve asked you for yours before leaving, but it was the furthest thing from his mind.

“I’m sorry, kid. Look, you’re smart, but you’re impulsive. You do a lot of stupid shit. I don’t want you doing something you’ll regret. Something tells me Y/N won’t put up with your antics the way your friends do.”

He’s probably right. You’re sure of yourself, comfortable enough in your skin to turn away from anyone that jeopardizes that, and he’s not willing to test that theory.

“Hence, I’m here studying, and not in their bed.” Eddie gestures to his display of study guides, exasperated. Wayne nods, sliding Eddie his burger on a flimsy paper plate. “Atta boy, I’m proud of you.” He pats Eddie on the shoulder before making his way to the recliner across the room. “They must be something special if they got you studying.”

“You have no idea.”

—

Your POV

Your alarm rouses you from dreaming about Eddie’s lips on yours, and you groan before whacking the snooze button. It’s gonna be a long fucking week without him, and English might as well be a death sentence, having to sit right next to him, his presence teasing you like a drop of water after a years long drought.

You’re not in the mood to put effort into your outfit, it’s gray and gloomy outside, so you dress to match the weather, wearing the Metallica shirt Eddie left on your floor, big baggy jeans, and a pair of black vans from your days of skating, a hole in the left big toe.

“Good mornin’, sweet child o’ mine!” Your mother sings as you drag your groggy body downstairs. “Good luck with everything, hon, I’m sure you’ll do great!”

“Thanks, Mama, I need everyone I can get to root for me this week.”

Your mother furrows her brow at you, resting her elbows on the kitchen counter. “What’s up, buttercup?” She hasn’t called you that in years.

“So, you met Eddie. Before I begin, what do you think?”

“About Eddie? I didn’t really get a chance to know him, with everything else that happened on Saturday. I do know I’ve never seen you so happy around someone like that before. So I like that he does that for you.”

“We kissed last night.”

“For the first time? I could’ve sworn you two were already in the throes of a romance by the time you let us meet him.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?!”

“Sorry! You two have so much chemistry, forgive my misguided assumption!” Your mother rolls her eyes teasingly, and you can't help but laugh. She’s right, neither of you had really attempted to mask your feelings in front of your parents.

“Anyway, I told him we couldn’t see each other until midterms are over, and I think it's already bitten me in the ass.”

“Nah, you’d already been bitten by then. Trust me, I get it. When I met your father, he was all I ate, slept, and breathed for the first year of our relationship.”

“We aren’t even in a relationship!”

“Oh god, honey, you’re screwed.” Your mother laughs, a light and gentle giggle that you desperately wish you’d inherited, instead of your father’s wheeze.

“Bye, Mom!” You’re done with this conversation. You swipe a granola bar from the counter, and leave for school.

—

Eddie’s POV

“So…?” Dustin pokes and prods at Eddie as he slides into the passenger seat.

“Good morning to you too, Henderson.” Eddie gives the kid a rough pat on the head.

“Good morning, Eddie! Did you get any last night?”

“I don’t know why you guys think it’s okay to ask me that shit.”

“Because you’re an adult, we’re curious, feeble minded children, and we want to hear about our Dungeon Master’s affairs.” Dustin is confident this will win him an anecdote about Eddie’s weekend with you.

“Look, we’re taking things slow for now. We like each other, I kissed them last night—“ This earns a gasp from Dustin, “But we aren’t together, yet. We have to pass midterms first, so we’re giving it a week.”

“That is the stupidest thing I think you've ever said.” Dustin states simply, causing Eddie to hit his brake a little too hard.

“What are you talking about?”

“You think you’re the only one interested in Y/N? I heard maybe three, four separate people talk about them Friday alone, and that was before the party. Can't imagine who’ll try to weasel in once they see you’re not there with them.”

“What are you, twelve? What do you know?”

“I’m fourteen, asshole, and I happen to have a steady girlfriend that I love and cherish deeply!”

Eddie rolls his eyes, Dustin’s got him there. “It was their idea.”

Dustin’s eyes widen. “Oh, so they don’t want any distractions then?”

“I guess they’re falling behind in a few classes, can't help moving in the middle of the semester.”

“I guess.” Dustin shrugs, “Just, be careful, okay? I like Y/N, but that doesn’t mean I won't go head to head with them if they hurt you.”

Eddie throws his arm around Dustin’s shoulder. “Thanks, big guy.”

—

Your POV

“Hey!” Robin greets you at your locker, and you find yourself relieved having someone else to focus on for a while. “How do you feel about the test? I could barely read my study guides so I have no hope currently.”

You shrug, “I did what I could, it is out of my hands now. We have English tomorrow, I’m even less ready for that.”

“I thought English was your best subject.”

You sigh, of course the topic of conversation would already come back to Eddie. “He’s in my class, we sit right next to each other. How am I supposed to write an essay on freaking Huckleberry Finn when every other thought out of my brain is Eddie?!”

“We can go to the library after school, study a bit, I'll pretend to be Eddie to train you.”

You throw your head back in a fit of laughter, just as Eddie’s walking down the hall past you. “Robin, Y/N.” He winks at you, throwing your equilibrium off immediately.

Robin snorts, “You won't last a week.”

“Hey, fuck you!”

“That’s for Eddie to do, baby.” Robin pulls you with her down the hall, a toothy grin on her lips.

“Oh, my god! Enough about me, do you have any prospects? Steve told me about his thing for you and how he, well he misread that whole situation.”

Robin shakes her head at the memory. “Yeah, that was definitely something, but in the great scheme of what was going on with us at that point, our feelings were the last thing on my mind. As of right now, though, no one’s really caught my eye.”

You smirk at her. “Nancy seems kind of into you.”

“Wheeler?!” Robin comes to a halt. “No, no way. Not only is she the straightest straight girl I’ve ever met, but she also has a boyfriend out in LA, and she’s Steve’s ex!”

“Shit, you’re right, that all sounds really messy and not my business. How about we go out some time over vacation, try to get you out there a little bit? Steve, Eddie, Nancy?”

Robin gives you a sad smile. “If you can figure out a way for all of us to hang out together without it being entirely too weird, you let me know.” She gives your shoulder a pat. “Well, this is my stop! I do like your idea, seriously. Let’s try planning something at lunch?” You nod, and she squeezes your hand as a goodbye. You can’t help but wonder what she means, why it would be so awkward between the five of you.

—-

Eddie’s POV

He debates skipping his third period. He knows math well enough not to need his review period, but he knows you’d scold him for ditching. He drags his feet, knowing you’re about to emerge from the classroom down the hall. maybe he can cheat, get a quick kiss in before the bell.

He catches your eyes when you come out of class, and the panic in your face is undeniable. His face falls, and you’re quick to pivot on your toes, taking the long way to your next class. Eddie can't help it, he's absolutely crushed at your decision, though he admires your strength. He likes to tell himself its strength, trying not to let Dustin’s words get to him. That kiss meant something for you the same way it did for Eddie, it had to.

“Hey.” Robin collapses next to Eddie, not across the room in her normal seat. “We need to talk.”

Eddie and Robin had been fast friends. Beyond both loving the hell out of Dustin Henderson, Eddie isn't sure he has anything in common with her, but somehow they clicked freshman year, when their band instructor had scolded them for talking too much.

“Since when?”

“Since Y/N came up with a brilliant idea to go for a night on the town this weekend.”

“This is the first I’m hearing of this.”

“Which is why I’m telling you, because you two are being so fucking weird and ignoring each other until Friday, so you won’t have time to emotionally prepare. Or, not prepare. So I’m giving you that time to decide what you want to do.”

“Are you telling me to reject them?” Here it comes, the reality check he’s been watching out for. Robin has feelings for you, too, and how is he supposed to compete with something so stinking cute?

“No, I'm giving you an out. Steve and Nancy will be there, and I don’t know your history in great detail, but I know you three kind of go back a little, I don’t mean to pry—“

“Steve and I were kids. He was a fucking asshole. I'm over it, really.”

“Okay, ‘cause if he finds out you’re coming he's gonna make a dramatic scene of trying to overcorrect.”

“Let him, it’s the least he can do after what he put me through.” The final bell rings, silencing the classroom into a study hall. Eddie brings his voice to a whisper, “You think he’d fuck with Y/N? ‘Cause I’d kinda like to see him try.”

Robin rolls her eyes. “Look, I know you’re not the biggest fan of Harrington, I get it. I wasn't either for the longest time. But he’s grown up a lot. I think you should give him a chance.” Eddie can't help rolling his eyes. She continues, back tracking, “I know that’s selfish, but now that you’re falling in love with my new friend and taking yet another prospect away from me with your devilish looks, no pun intended, I should be able to ask you to behave. I promise to mention the same to Steve.” Robin holds up three fingers in a Girl Scout’s honor.

“I’m sorry to have stolen a potential mate from a friend so dear to me, I really had no idea. Lest you know, ‘tis not in vain.” He’s hinting at kissing you, and Robin plays along,

“Oh, pray tell, what do you allude to?”

“I kissed them on Saturday.” Eddie’s face goes deep red, and suddenly the heat in the classroom must be working because he feels the need to shed his three layers of jackets.

“Yeah? What was that like?”

Eddie doesn’t want to tell her the truth, that he fucked up and couldn’t do it at first, that he made you cry before he could even touch your lips to his. “It was… exactly what you’d expect from someone like them. Magical, dramatic, definitely something I could write albums about.” Eddie muses, much to Robin’s enjoyment. She loves love, and seeing a close friend fall in love is unlike anything else. She does, however, know that hes not telling her everything.

“Fuckin’ liar.” She hisses, backhanding him in the chest. “They told me everything. You laughed at them.”

“Where is this disloyalty coming from?”

“A place of love, Eddie. You need to work on your game or you’re getting left in the dust.”

At this point, a classmate turns from his seat and spits, “Shh!”

Eddie lowers his voice, “Trust me, I am well aware of the situation. They’re out of my league, and I am out of training, but god help me if they’re not mine by the end of this week.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so serious about someone before.”

“I’ve never felt this seriously about someone before.”

“Good. Prove it.” Robin turns back to her book, demonstrating the end of the conversation.

—

Your POV

The bell rings for lunch, and everything inside you wants to sprint in the opposite direction. Even though you don’t sit with Eddie, you are constantly aware of his presence. Today is no different, as you sit at your table with Robin. Behind her, you can see Eddie, almost completely unobstructed save for Robin’s head, moving into your field of vision. “You okay in there?”

“Is it that obvious?” You let your head fall into your palm as your elbow rests on the table.

“More than obvious. Go talk to him!”

“I cant do that! He deserves to be able to—“ You pause, letting the scene taking place behind Robin take your focus. You cant hear over the buzz of the cafeteria, but you can see what’s happening perfectly. Eddie is talking to a girl. A pretty girl, smaller than you in height and stature, wearing a Hawkins Tigers cheerleading uniform. Eddie’s looking at her with his stupid, toothy smile, the same one he gives you, and looks deeply into her face as she responds. You feel your palms start to sweat when Eddie looks behind the girl, his eyes meeting with yours for the briefest second, before he looks away and laughs at whatever this charming, cute girl is telling him.

“Y/N?” Robin snaps you out of your inner turmoil. “What’s happening, why are you crying?” She sounds far away, her voice muffled like she’s talking to you from rooms away. You hadn’t realized you were crying until she tells you, and you quickly wipe the wetness from your face.

“I’m okay.” You sniffle. Robin takes it upon herself to turn around, spotting Eddie and the girl still shooting the shit. “Oh, no, Y/N.” Robin doesn’t know how to comfort you, which makes it worse.

“Who… who is she?”

“That is Chrissy Cunningham, head cheerleader and girlfriend of Jason Carver, last time I checked. She and Eddie have known each other for ages, fifth grade I think. Im sure that’s nothing, she’s probably buying drugs!” Robin rushes to comfort you.

“Yeah, she looks like the type.” You respond dryly at Robins feeble attempt at soothing your worries.

—

Eddie’s POV

“Chrissy, you know I’d rather stick my foot in a bear trap than go to a party thrown by Jason Carver.” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, looking down at the cheerleader with pity. He likes Chrissy, and he knows she’d be cool with him going, but he can't justify taking the risk that Jason will give him shit. Besides, he has better things going on on Friday.

“Yes, I know, but it’s good money. They asked me to pull strings because you trust me.”

“No. I have plans that night.” He chances looking at you again, and finds Robin embracing you as your body heaves up and down. You’re crying, gripping Robin with all your might, and he desperately wishes to trade places with her. Did you see them? Had you been watching them, and assumed the worst?

Chrissy snaps in front of his eyes, turning his attention back to her. “You have plans? What kind of plans?” She elbows him teasingly. Usually, he and Chrissy are friendly, but he’s too concerned with you to participate.

“I have a date. I can sell you some before the party, but I'm not going.”

Chrissy pouts, but gives up trying. “Whoever it is, they’re awfully lucky.” She skips away, leaving his view of you unblocked. He can't help watching you, as Robin hands you a flimsy napkin to wipe your tears with, rubbing your back as your breathing relaxes. He feels his chest tighten, feeling like he caused this. You don’t know Chrissy, or her relationship to Eddie, and he can't help shaking his head at your misunderstanding. Chrissy wouldn’t dare flirt with Eddie, not with Jason on her heels at all times. Even if she had, you’re absolutely insane to think he’d choose her when he’s got a chance with you. He thinks it’s sweet, almost, that you think he’s desirable enough for the head cheerleader.

—

Your POV

Eddie’s already in his seat when you’ve slothed your way to class. It’s almost like he recognizes your footsteps, looking up to meet your eyes as you enter. You have stopped crying now, keeping your mouth a thin line to stifle any aftershocks, slinking down in your seat next to him, as close to the edge that you can manage.

“Okay class,” Mrs. O’Donnell relieves the tension briefly, “I am giving you today as an independent study period. Our midterm is tomorrow, and some of you,” she pauses, making eye contact with a few specific students, including Eddie, “still need more time. I will be grading papers if you have any questions. Please, do not waste this time, and absolutely no talking.” She takes her seat behind her desk, and the room shuffles with the noises of papers being pulled out of folders. You reach for your book, and when you sit back up, there’s a scrap of paper on your desk. You look from the folded piece to Eddie. He isn't looking at you, focusing intensely on his book, reading what is definitely the wrong chapter.

You unfold the note. “U OK?” written in Eddie’s same blue pen.

You click your own pen, deciding to humor him. “Fine.”

“Don’t seem fine.” He doesn’t bother hiding as he writes back, watching as you open it.

“Don’t worry about me. Study.” You slide the note back, and click your pen closed. He rolls his eyes, but goes back to his study guide. You chew on your bottom lip as your eyes blur with tears again. You’re not okay, and you can't tell the one person you want to tell. All you want is to hear that it was nothing, that she’s an old friend, or wanted to buy drugs, or something else that could assuage the jealousy you never knew you could harbor. You can't justify feeling like this, Eddie isn't even your partner. He has every right to talk to girls.

The rest of class is tense, you can feel the heat radiating as Eddie bounces his leg. You want to drag your desk over to him, place a comforting hand on his thigh, ease his mind of any anxiety. You’re not upset with him, you’re upset with yourself. You have always had trust issues, but Eddie isn’t yours to distrust.

When the bell rings, you practically throw yourself from your seat, stumbling slightly as you escape from the room before Eddie has the chance to follow you.

—

Eddie’s POV

He watches as you bolt from the classroom, a sigh escaping his lips. He fights every urge to run after you, track you down, and pull you into the biggest, safest hug you've ever received. He so badly wants you to know you’ve been the only thing on his mind, that even just today has felt like the most difficult year of his life. Every class so far has been met with daydreaming, of running into you in the halls, approaching your locker between classes, dragging you out of class to make out in the bathroom.

When the final bell rings at 2:30, he feels the tension in his muscles subside. He exits the building to the senior parking lot, where he spots you smoking a cigarette next to his van. His heart pounds, a lump forming in his throat. As he approaches, though, you catch him, turning on your heel to your own car. Eddie stops in his tracks to watch you walk away, and once again fights the voice in his head telling him to follow you.

When he reaches the van, there’s a note taped to his windshield. He rips it off, inspecting the stationary, your handwriting scrawled across it reading, “One down.”

“Four to go.” Eddie says aloud to himself, shaking his head. He flips it over and reads, “Call me tonight. 7:30.”

His breath catches. You want to talk to him? “The things I do…” He gets into his van, immediately searching for a specific tape. When he finds it, he plugs it in and cranks it as loud as it’ll go: Oh yeah! Some people say my love cannot be true. Please believe me, my love, and I’ll show you. I will give you those things you thought unreal; The sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal… Eddie peels out of the parking lot, screaming at the top of his lungs to relieve the stress he’d built up over the second half of the day.

—

Your POV

You stomp back into the building, stubbing your cigarette out on the brick of the building. You’re not in the mood to study, you really just want to go home, lie down, and probably cry for a good six hours, but you aren’t one to flake on your friends.

Robin waves you over to a table in the corner, where she’s spread out index cards, highlighters, and plenty of erasers. “Hi.” You say, tasting the sour mood on your tongue.

“Hey, grumpy.” Robin says lightly, sliding her seat over to make room for you next to her. “How did uh… everything go in English today?”

“As well as it could have, I guess. We had a silent study period, so it made not talking to him a little easier. He tried passing me notes. Asked me if I was okay.”

“Well, that’s a good sign, right? He’s thinking about you still.”

You roll your eyes, “Can we maybe not talk about him right now? I have four days left of this stupid shit, I’d rather just keep plugging along than confront my feelings.”

“As much as I disagree with you, fine. But I promise, you have nothing to worry about. In all the years I’ve known him, Eddie has never been one to give up on someone he cares about. On top of that, I have never, and I mean never, seen him so taken with someone. You have no idea how special you are to him.” Robin takes your hand in hers, giving it a light squeeze.

You squeeze hers back in thanks before responding, “Thank you. I guess I’m just not used to mattering to someone. I was fully ready to believe he had started moving on.” You shake your head at yourself. “I’m never this emotional, not about stuff like this. I’ve never felt like this about someone.”

“Y/N, I know you’re gonna tell me its way too soon for this, but I’m pretty sure that’s what love is.”

“Absolutely not!” Your outburst is met with a look of warning from the librarian, who’d been putting books back behind you.

“It’s not a bad thing!” Robin hushes voice back to a whisper. “And I’m more than certain its reciprocated.”

You want so badly to believe her, but you find it hard to believe that you’re special to anyone, let alone someone like Eddie. You drop the subject, easing your mind with the dullness of Huck Finn. It’s not your favorite, but you retained enough of it when you read it last year. Maybe you can help Eddie over the phone, maybe it’ll be easier if he’s not so close to you. If he doesn’t call, you’ll take it as a sign that it was all too good to be true.

—

Eddie’s POV

He stares at his watch intently as the seconds tick by. 7:01. He’s sitting by his landline, English notes in hand trying to bring himself to look at them. Even if he could bring himself to read, he wouldn’t retain anything on the page. His mind races with scenarios of what you could want to talk about. Chrissy is his first thought. He imagines explaining what had happened, easing any worry you could have, comforting you only with the sound of his voice. Maybe it’s not that, though. He runs through the possibilities. Studying, maybe. Or, perhaps it’s a loophole in your own plan. This way you can talk to him without an impact on your grades. His mind eventually digs deeper, into a more devilish place in his mind.

Eddie imagines you in your bed, a clear image now that he’s been in your room. Your comforter is draped across your middle, one hand underneath it while the other holds the phone to your ear. On the other line, Eddie whispers sweet nothings to you. Asks what you’re wearing, if you could take some of it off. He’d tell you what to do, how to touch yourself to the sound of his voice. He’d listen to you whine on the other end, your breathing heavy as you beg him to come.

Shit. Eddie can feel the tent in his pants, and he looks back at his watch. 7:05. He figures he had enough time to take care of everything, but as he moves to get up from the couch when the phone rings.

Shit! There’s no way it’s you. “Munson Residence, Eddie speaking.” Eddie deadpans, expecting a telemarketer selling encyclopedia volumes.

“Hey.” It’s you. Fucking Christ.

“Hi. I thought you said 7:30?” He can’t help smiling, hearing the sound of your voice for the first time in 24 hours.

“I did, I definitely did. I uh, got home earlier than I thought I would.”

“Oh, sure. Totally. What’s up?” Eddie leans against the wall, cupping the phone between his ear and his shoulder.

“Well. I couldn’t help but notice you trying to study today. I thought maybe we could study like this? Help each other out before tomorrow?”

Eddie snorts into the receiver. “Are you serious? Or did you want to hear my voice so badly you made that up?” He’s getting cocky, but he has a feeling you’re not gonna hang up.

“It isn’t not that,” You say, and he can hear your smile behind the words. “But I know English is not your favorite, and I want to help. Plus I know you can’t read your notes.” You’ve got him there.

“Fine, we can study, I guess, but after that, we have to have a real conversation. It’s only fair.”

There’s a pause, as you consider his offer. “Deal.”

—

Your POV

The clock next to your bed beeps, 8:00. You’d been surprisingly focused on studying for the last hour, quizzing Eddie on the themes and plot of Huckleberry Finn. “You seem to get it a little better than when we started,” you observe, slowly shifting away from your text. “I guess you deserve a break. What did you want to talk about?”

Eddie hesitates, and you can hear him breathing into the receiver. “I wanted to know what happened today at lunch.” You can feel yourself go cold, did he see you crying?

“What do you mean?”

“You were upset. I saw you hugging Robin, wiping your eyes. I wanted to check on you sooner, but I also want to respect your boundaries this week. We said we wouldn’t talk at school, and I didn’t know about the phone loophole.” He chuckles.

“Oh, god, you saw that? No, no I’m totally fine. Nothing to worry about.” You try to shut him down but he persists.

“That is so not true. What happened, sweetheart?”

You groan, letting the pet name sink into your bones. “This is embarrassing.”

“You have no reason to be embarrassed around me, Y/N. Please just tell me what happened. Did I have anything to do with it?”

It’s your turn to hesitate, while you wonder if you should even bother telling him. You decide honesty is the best policy. “Yeah, you could say that. I just got stupidly jealous for a second. Which isn’t fair to you. I saw you talking to that cheerleader, Chrissy, and I guess I kinda freaked out.”

“That’s awfully flattering, thinking Chrissy would want anything to do with me.”

You roll your eyes, “Please, could you stop underestimating your likability. Everyone that’s ever met you, loves you. I’ve heard that firsthand.”

He scoffs, but makes his voice soft, gentle. “It’s still impossible to believe you’d be jealous of Chrissy.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? She’s everything you could possibly want! Pretty, popular, kind, I don’t see how that’s a stretch.”

“Sure, she’s fine, there’s nothing wrong with Chrissy. But she’s not you. She’s not even close.”

Your cheeks feel hot, your mouth dry as your heart rate jumps. “Isn’t that a good thing? That she’s nothing like me?”

There’s a tense pause as Eddie thinks through what to say next. “It’s a great thing that she’s not like you. No one is. Makes it that much clearer you’re the only one I want. The only person I’ve had the capacity to think about since meeting you. It’s paralyzing, even, the way I feel about you.”

“I hope you know that feeling is mutual, pretty boy.” It’s not much, you can’t begin to put your feelings for Eddie into words. But you hope he gets the point for now.

“It’s nice to hear it anyway.”

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Eddie’s POV

There’s a knock on his door then. Not much of a knock, more like an angry slamming against the screen. “Hold on, baby. It looks like I have company.” He places the phone on the counter, receiver up so you know he’s still there. Eddie saunters to the front door, ready to reprimand whoever has the gaul to interrupt his conversation with you.

It’s a red faced, shaking Jason Carver. “What do you want?” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, bracing for another fist fight.

“Don’t you ever talk to Chrissy again, you hear me?”

“She talked to me, dude. Told me you gave her permission,” he spits the word, disgusted with Jason’s power over his friends and girlfriend. “Told me you wanted to party. I said no.”

“Shut up. She would never do that, never want anything to do with you. Understand? Don’t talk to her, look at her, even think about her, or I’ll fuck you and your bitch up.”

He can talk all the shit he wants about Eddie, but the second he refers to you that way, he’s charging at Jason. Eddie takes him down with ease, having a good three inches on his height. “Don’t you even think of touching them, you understand me?” Eddie’s got Jason pinned to the ground, a hand gripping each shoulder, throwing his head into the grass. “Don’t look at them, don’t think about them. I’m finished letting you think you can push me around, and I am especially done with you saying shit about Y/N.” He climbs off of Jason, letting him get up. “Go the fuck home, Jason. Leave us alone. Let Chrissy live without you hovering over her. She’ll leave you, y’know. She’ll get sick of your shit someday.”

Jason grunts, brushing the dirt from his jeans. “Whatever, Munson. You’re in for it now.” He turns to walk away.

“Oh, I’m shaking in my boots! Come get me, Jason! I’m starting to think you’ve got a crush!”

Jason only flips him off before getting into his car, speeding out of the park.

Eddie rolls his eyes, jogging back into the trailer, immediately picking up the phone. “You still there?”

“Hi, yes, I’m still here. What the hell was that?”

“That was Jason.”

“What?!” Your voice pitches up an octave, the fear in it unmistakable. “What the fuck did he want?!”

“To threaten me for selling drugs to his girlfriend, or something.”

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Don’t worry about me. Stay away from him, though. He’s gonna target you if he can’t get to me.”

There’s a pause. “I can handle him.” You sound certain, and Eddie knows that’s true.

“That doesn’t mean you should have to. Let me worry about him for you.”

You sigh, definitely a little sick of Eddie’s heroics. “We take care of each other.”

Eddie smiles into the receiver. “Okay. I think I can live with that.”

You two talk for hours, and Eddie finds himself twirling the phone cord like a teenage girl talking to her crush. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and Eddie hears you yawn. “Okay, sweetheart. It’s time for bed. I’ll see you tomorrow. From afar.”

“Okay, Eds. Goodnight.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Sweet dreams.”

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chapter VII

a/n i’m trying to finish chapter 7 to get it up sooner, i know this one’s kind of a filler but i need to add suspense!

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heaven and hell (we’ll make it out alive) - ch.1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader  Tags: Angst/Romance/Fluff/Friends to Lovers (as per usual, this is a story about grief and a story about love.)  No beta reader lmao Word Count: 1.7k Also!!! Reader is Femme/Non-Binary and uses they/them pronouns :)

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1986. The year you were lined up to graduate, top of the class, with tight-knit circle of friends around you. The year of senior prom and you already had a few outfits picked out. The year of college applications and potential internships. The future looked bright and hopeful with the tiny, suburban town of Hawkins in your rearview mirror.

It all changed on January 16th, 1986.

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February 1986

You tore your polo shirts, technicolor sweaters, and ruffled blouses from your closet. You shoved them into a dilapidated cardboard box (given to you by your mom) with the word ‘DONATE’ scribbled onto the face of the box in sharpie. The chilled wind scratched the empty, spidering branches against your windowpane. A fine dust of flurries danced down from the dark, clouded sky like a picturesque snow globe.

The speakers of your cassette player vibrated as the drumbeat of “Shot in the Dark” by AC/DC reverberated through your room.  You pushed the now-filled box into a corner of the room with some of the others and swiped both of your hands over your sweaty face. Not everything was being donated. You decided to only give away what couldn’t be altered and adjusted.

“Sweetheart?” Your mother shouted over the noise and knocked her knuckles against your door, “are you coming down for dinner, dear?”

“No!” You yelled back, “I’m not hungry!”

“Are you sure?”

Jesus Christ. You rolled your eyes and bit back a frustrated groan. How could she ask you to come and sit at dinner and act like everything was normal? As if you were still a family? You pressed the heels of your palms into your burning eyes and swallowed the tight, prickly lump that built inside your throat. Whatever. It was whatever.

“Yeah!” You replied, voice tight, as the next track on your cassette started to play. You knew you’d find a plate covered with tinfoil in the fridge later. There was no reason to go downstairs. You pushed your hair out of your face and started to remove the stuffed shoeboxes from beneath your bed filled with little art  projects and classroom gossip notes.

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You clutched your fingers around the blue, plastic lunch tray and scanned the cafeteria. You glanced over to the jocks and cheerleaders. One of the girls, Casey, glared at you over her shoulder and gave a dramatic roll of her eyes. ‘We used to braid each other’s hair in second grade’. Now she looked at you like you were an annoying housefly buzzing around her head and then swimming in her soup.

Chin held high, you stepped forward into the lunchroom that hummed like an angry wasp nest. You knew who you’d be sitting with. You just had to find them among the buzzing bees of Hawkins’ High. You ignored the disdainful and scandalous glances and the trail of thinly hidden whispers that followed you.

“Did you hear…?”

“--right on the bed!”

“—looks like a freak now—”

“I knew something was weird about them. The whole family.”

The Hellfire Club went silent at your confident approach. The freshman Dustin and Mike stared at you with wide eyes. Gareth nudged his elbow into Jeff’s stomach while Eddie Munson, sitting at the head of the table, raised both eyebrows with an almost friendly smile.

“Well, well, well,” he interlaced his fingers in front of him, elbows on the table, “are my eyes deceiving me or is our class valedictorian really about to try and sit with us?”

You tilted your head slightly.

“Considering the fact that I just flunked my AP History test…” You heard Dustin choke on his milk, “I find it unlikely that they’ll award me the title of valedictorian.” You shrugged. Grades didn’t matter to you. Not anymore.

“And now you want to sit with the freaks?” Eddie asked.

“I want to do more than just sit with them.” You moved the leg of a chair with your foot, pulling it out with a screech of metal on linoleum, and sat down next to Mike Wheeler. The boys around the table tensed and seemed to wait for you to complete your statement with a bated breath.

You picked up a limp French fry and used it to point across the table at Gareth toward his chest, “I want to join the club and get a t-shirt.”

The response was mixed. There was a murmuring of alarm, confusion, and disagreement. You let the chatter wash over you and focused on pouring a ketchup packet into the empty tray well.

“We’re a D&D club.” Dustin said almost indignant, “do you even know how to play Dungeons and Dragons?”

“I think they should join.” Jeff followed up with a quick nod, “it wouldn’t hurt to have another player.”

“Wait.” Mike lifted his hands and scanned the table with quick, dark brown eyes. “We have full party already!”

“I think Dustin raises a good point.” Eddie said. “Do you know how to play?”

You kept your face a mask of nonchalance and boredom. It was all you could do to quiet and contain the storm raging inside your chest. I don’t want to spend the rest of year alone. If they won’t take me in, then who will?

You swirled a french fry around the ketchup, making tiny trails, and avoided Eddie’s laughing eyes. You supposed that you could spend the year alone. It wouldn’t be too bad, would it? But, Ms. Kelly was adamant you have some type of positive social interaction. Otherwise, she’d start suggesting things like ‘group counseling’ again.  

“I’m sure it’s not hard to learn.” You said, “I mean – it’s a game.”

“A game?!” Dustin threw his hands into the air, clearly affronted.

“We could vote on it.” Gareth suggested with a furtive glance to Eddie.

“Yeah, why not?” Eddie grinned. “Everyone in favor raise your hands.” He raised his arm to demonstrate. Your stomach swooped. Your heart ricocheted around your ribcage. The fate of your social life for the last few months of school hung in the air like thick, humid fog. Your eyes glued to Eddie, and you waited for his arm to drop. You could see Gareth raising his hand out of the corner of your eye and Eddie’s smile brightened his face.

Nervously, you picked at the loose threads of your ripped jeans.

“Everyone not in favor raise your hands.” Eddie’s arm dropped and your heart followed suit.

A part of you, the logical, reasonable part, rationalized that there was no way in Hellfire that the club would accept you. Prior to the start of 1986, you were a teacher favorite and amicable classmate. You weren’t in the popular crowd, but you were adjacent to it. There was no reason as to why a club of nerds and outcasts would accept you.

Yet, the decision was nearly unanimous as Mike and Dustin were the only ones to vote ‘not in favor’. Eddie voted first and he voted yes. You wondered if that meant anything and swiftly pushed the thought away from your mind. He probably had another motive. Everyone always did. Maybe he’d ask you to write a few English papers or something.

“Welcome to Hellfire Club.” Eddie announced with a brilliant, disarming smile before making horns with his fingers and curling them near his forehead. He stuck out his tongue and the table erupted in scattered laughter. You never knew he grinned so damn much and never suspected him to be likeable. You always assumed he’d be gruff or cold at best or angry and scary at worst. You gave them your best smile even though it felt fragile around the edges.

“You don’t get a t-shirt right away, though.” Jeff added helpfully.

“Do I have to slay a dragon first or something?” You asked.

“Something like that.” Mike said quietly and you almost didn’t hear him with the chaotic din of lunchroom background noise.

You silently ate your lunch with the Hellfire Club. No one would describe you as ‘meek’, but you did tamper down on your responses and confined yourself to listening and watching to gather the dynamic of this group. Dustin clearly adored Eddie, but he brought up Steve Harrington. A lot. Mike and Dustin were close friends, but you noticed their glances over to the basketball table where Jason and his buddies sat. Weird, but whatever. You avoided looking around the lunchroom too often. There was always the risk you’d lock eyes with your old friends, and you were never sure what your reaction would be. Sometimes, it was hot, roiling pain in your stomach and other times it was numb, empty echoes inside your skull. So, you simply avoided it when you could. It was the easiest way to survive.

The lunch bell rang, and a chorus of scraping plastic chairs clashed through the noise of conversation. You slung your backpack over your shoulder, prepared to leave and take a slow walk to chemistry class.

“Alright, newbie.” Eddie sidled next to you, “what are you plans for this weekend?”

Your brow furrowed, “why?”

“Why? So, I can teach you how to play dungeons and dragons that’s why.” He chuckled. “Unless you were planning to show up to our game next week with no idea how to play and just bumble your way through it and into a gruesome, gruesome death?”

You couldn’t help it – you cracked a genuine smile.

“It would be a memorable first lesson.” You said with a soft note of humor in your voice.

“It would and it would also throw off my plans for the upcoming fight. Now. What are your plans?”

You had no social life to speak of. No plans, no dates, no parties. You’d rather not spend another Saturday locked in your room to avoid your mom’s beseeching looks. At the memory of her face, wet with tears, you swallowed roughly and focused your attention on one of the pins on Eddie’s jean vest.

“I’m free.” You answered distractedly.

“Then I’ll come pick you up?” He offered and you gave a quick shake of your head. The last thing you needed was someone new visiting the house. Besides, your family would see the name ‘Hellfire’ and likely start calling the church.

“I can drive.” You said.

“Alright, cool.”

You only caught the corner of Eddie’s smile as you averted meeting his gaze just in case he should see something you didn’t want him to. You left with your heart doing an enthusiastic somersault inside your chest.