#throwing in a jealous eddie munson for shits and giggles

[on-coming-dusk]

stobin translates to my zombie apocalypse idea so well. my best friend loves them so much but it's taken me so long to figure out how they work in my story and now that i have it's maybe the section of the story that i am most excited about writing and publishing.

[munsster]

red wine supernova

A/N: guys... i know this is a sapphic song but hear me out on this one.... the lyrics go too well with eddie to ignore 😖 (gif creds: @keery)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Bimbo!Reader

Summary: “Baby, why don't you come over? / Red wine supernova, falling into me” 2.9k words

Warnings: fluff, dumbass pining x2, best friends to lovers, a few kisses, broody & high eddie, cursing, pet names (teddy, bug), teenage boys, underage drinking/smoking

"Hi, teddy!"

It rings in his ears like church bells. Then Eddie sees you and you're drenched in golden sunlight even though it's afternoon and the school halls provide no source of natural light. So maybe you're just beautiful. A vision in go-go boots.

Totally not his type, though.

"Hey," Eddie sighs, exhuasted from the hour and a half English lecture he just suffered. Not to mention, he was already exhuasted from the fact that he barely slept the night before. Which was maybe, possibly, perhaps caused by his overthinking about that nice shade of lipstick you always wear.

"How was Lit?"

"Shit."

You giggle, "that rhymed!" His heart skips a beat.

You're side by side down the halls—you always walk to lunch together—and, like clockwork, you tease him about trying to hold your hand when his ringed fingers brush your wrist. Of course, he would. In a heartbeat, he'd have his fingers clasped with yours like that's what they are molded for. But people would stare, and that's more of a hassle than he’d prefer.

Don't get him wrong, he doesn't actually give a shit about people staring at him, he just doesn't want to give anyone anymore reasons to stare at you. In disgust. Or loathing. With whatever judgements they'd make. Names they'd call you. He's been through the ringer, he'd never drag you along with him.

You're chattering about the state of your new, pink jellies when Eddie catches someone throwing you an off glance. He tries not to think too much of it, and he's not like jealous or anything, but every snicker and whisper sets him off. You're bubbly and kind and it's not fair people look at you different when you're with him.

"You ever notice how people look at us?"

You tilt your head at him as you round the corner of the cafeteria doors.

"You mean like how Dustin makes funny faces when I compliment your hair?"

"No, I mean like that," he huffs, pointing right at the judgemental stares of Melissa and Nicole, who promptly turn away with a gasp. He shakes his head. "And I like when you compliment my hair."

"Well, I like your hair." You smile at him as he pulls out a chair for you. You're the first ones to the table.

"Thank you, bug." Eddie ducks into his own seat, tapping his heavy fingers against the tabletop. "Off topic. I'm saying, you never notice people look at us... funny?"

The metal clasps of your limited edition Disco Fever lunchbox clack against the side as you unfold the lid. Your face contorts, considering the scenarios you've devised in your head if anyone was ever rude to Eddie in front of you. Let's just say your self-defense knowledge would come in handy.

"I guess I notice sometimes, but I just don't care. I like you lots more than I like them," you say, shrugging it off, "And I know how to fight."

His heart swells, face rosy, ears hot as an oven. Of course, you'd say that. You always know what to say.

Too bad you're not his type.

Dustin plops down in the seat across from you, nearly gagging at the way Eddie ogles at you.

"Would you get a fuckin' room already—!"

"Language," you both holler.

"Jinx!" you chirp. "You owe me a soda."

"I'll get you a soda, bug," Eddie hums. Dustin considers stocking his backpack with those little bags they give you on airplanes just in case.

...

"Weird Science or The Woman in Red?"

You're perched on the floor of his living room, wearing silk shorts and a cami. You weigh both tapes in your manicured hands like it'll tell you anything about the quality of the films inside.

"Somethin' to say about Kelly LeBrock, bug?"

"Steve suggested them! And he gave me a discount, so I couldn't just say no," you say with such a dazzling smile on your face, he thinks you're the nicest girl he's ever met. Or, at least, the nicest he's ever seen, no contest.

Just, not his type.

"Go figure," he says, "Weird Science."

"'Cause of the mutant bikers?" You beam up at him where he sits on the couch.

"'Cause of the mutant bikers."

It makes you giggle, which makes him smile like an idiot.

Then Hellfire pours onto Eddie's front porch bearing gifts of humongous chip bags and a six pack of cheap beer. He jumps a little at the doorbell, and you spring up to open the floodgates for the rowdy group of boys. They greet you excitedly and spread themselves across the rest of the couch, an armchair, and the floor.

Dustin tosses you a bag of pop rocks, and you blow a kiss in thanks, promising to bring him by the arcade next week. Eddie feels so far from you, even though your shoulders are pressed between his knees. But he can't see you or talk to you, your attention is divided, and he can't help but feel a little needy. You smack Dustin's hand when he reaches for a beer, and he whines about Mike sneaking one.

"What movie did the love birds choose?" Gareth asks. Eddie takes out a baggie of weed.

"Weird Science!" you coo, slotting the tape into the VCR. Gareth celebrates, sloshing his beer can against the coffee table as the rest of the boys high five and howl. You roll your eyes affectionately.

You laugh, smacking Jeff on the arm. “Oh, you’re all horny perverts.”

Gareth salutes, “At your service!” Which earns him a playful flick upside the head. The opening credits roll, and you stand triumphantly.

“I have to pee, but you guys can let it roll while I’m gone!” you chirp, skipping off down the hall of the mobile home.

As soon as you’re out of ear shot, Dustin whips around to scowl at Eddie who exhales a slow puff from the neon pink bong you gifted him last year. He passes it to Gareth and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I can’t tell what’s worse,” Dustin huffs, “The fact that you’re so oblivious or the fact that she is, too.”

Eddie squints. “What?”

Dustin deadpans.

“Dude, even I can tell you two like each other,” Mike chimes in, “Will thought you were dating from two thousand miles away. Over the phone.”

“You guys are fucking high. We are not dating,” Eddie says.

Mike shrugs. “You should be.”

“Okay, twerp, I’m not taking romantic advice from someone in a long distance relationship.”

“He’s right,” Dustin barks.

“That means you, too, twerp. Besides. Not my type.” Eddie sighs and slumps into the cushions, reaching his arms above his head.

“Yeah, right,” Lucas says, “If she’s not your type, then who is?”

“I don’t know, but she’s not.”

Gareth rolls his eyes. “Sounds like a lame excuse for your cowardice.” Eddie’s jaw drops, and he grabs for his bong.

“You did not just say that to me.”

“I meant it.”

You bumble back into the room, and the conversation screeches to a halt, Gareth whipping back towards the screen with Eddie’s eyes still burning holes in the back of his head.

“What did I miss?”

“Nothing,” they grumble.

Eddie smiles when you plop down next to him on the creaky couch. He can’t focus on the movie with the stray glances he’s catching from the younger boys and the soft looks you offer every so often. Maybe he is gutless. Because when he thinks about you, he’s floored. Then—knee jerk—he has to justify his racing heart with the fact that he could never be into you. But he is. You’re beautiful and funny and sweet to him. You are his type.

Not halfway into the film, Dustin whines, “I’m bored. Can we play a game? Like spin the bottle or kiss marry kill or something?”

“First of all,” Eddie says, “there’s only one chick here, we’re not playing spin the bottle. Second, are you five years old?”

You scoff and pat Eddie on the thigh. “Hey! I’m with Dustin. Truth or dare?”

“Works for me,” Jeff interjects. Eddie glares at him, grabbing his bong from the table. “Truth or dare, Eddie.”

He exhales a puff of smoke, shaking his head.

“Truth”—The boys’ heads turn, wicked smiles on their faces like predators eyeing him up—“Fuck, dare.”

Jeff cocks a brow.

“I don’t like this game,” Eddie says.

“Do you have a crush on anyone?”

“I said dare.”

Jeff grins. “I dare you to tell me if you have a crush on anyone.”

Dustin, Lucas, and Mike chuckle.

“Fuck you all. Yeah, fine, I do. Next,” Eddie grumbles.

“It’s your turn, teddy,” you coo.

“Right. Dustin, truth or dare.”

“Easy. Truth,” he says.

“Is it fun being a little shit?”

You shove his side. “Eddie!”

“Why, yes. Yes, it is.”

“Great,” Eddie huffs.

“Awesome.” Dustin glares at him.

The game continues just like that, a vicious cycle of sarcasm and glares. It’s a little more lighthearted when Lucas asks you if you have a special skill. Without responding, you ask for a deck of cards and stand in front of the screen.

“You boys like magic?”

A few nod, the rest too stunned to speak as you show them a card, the queen of diamonds, and shuffle the deck a few times. You pull a card from the deck, and the boys lean in, anticipating the red queen. You spin the card, and they groan when you reveal the eight of clubs.

“That’s not our card, bug,” Eddie says. He expects you to be disappointed, but you grin and set the deck on the table.

“I know.” Their eyes widen when you reach into the top of your shorts, a card pinched between your fingers. The queen of diamonds. “This is.”

You toss the card, and the boys grab for it. Eddie gulps and shifts in his seat, couch squealing beneath him. Lucas pelts the hard-won card at Eddie, and you curtsy before heading back to your seat.

…

Just as the game gets a little tired, Dustin shoots his hand into the air. “My turn!”

“Okay, but this is the last one—”

Dustin shouts your name.

“Yes?”

“Truth or dare?”

You pretend to contemplate before chirping, “Dare!”

Eddie leans his head back, lulling to the side to watch you smile at Dustin. You catch Eddie staring and stick your tongue out at him. He winks.

“I dare you… to kiss the person on your right.”

“Geez, how long did it take you to come up with that one,” Eddie mumbles. But you look to your right, and Eddie looks kind of uninterested, glazed over and staring at the ceiling.

“That doesn’t seem very consensual,” you say, brows knitted just as Eddie lifts his head. Dustin glares expectantly at Eddie who slowly sits up and turns his head, smirking at you.

“You can kiss me, bug. So long as you promise not to bite.”

Eddie’s relieved when you giggle and set your hand on his knee.

“If you say so!” You lean closer, and he blushes at the new proximity. Despite his nerves, he just can’t look away, eyes locked with yours. You huff when it feels like he’s staring straight into your soul. But you’re smiling so sweetly, even with all the rascals chanting ‘do it!’.

You shift your weight and hold onto his shoulder as he slips his arm around your waist so you don’t teeter off the couch. He nods, tip of his nose just brushing yours. You press your lips to his quickly, and he can sense your nerves when you pull away and look down.

Everyone cheers.

You look into his eyes again, and your face relaxes, the heat not so unbearable when you see his smile. You duck to kiss him again, his arm tighter on your waist. He tries not to smile, but you hum softly and, suddenly, he’s a puddle in your fingers.

You pull away when someone whistles, your ears rushing with blood as you drop your feet to the floor and look away, face burning.

Eddie clears his throat. “Alright, you pervs got what you wanted. Can we finish this damn movie already?”

“It’s kinda late,” you hum, “I don’t wanna be driving too close to the witching hour.”

“Wait, what?” Gareth says, watching you stand and shuffle into your slippers by the door.

“Sorry, guys. Just… superstititous.” They wouldn’t have believe you if you hadn’t said it with a genuine smile on your face. Eddie hops up from his seat and follows you.

“I’ll walk you out, bug.”

“Ooh,” Dustin teases. Jeff slaps a hand over his mouth, and Dustin mumbles an expletive against it.

Your little, red coupe is sidled right up next to his van. He always keeps the spot closer to the door open for you. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his jacket, your arms crossed over your chest to keep out the cold. He winces.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay? I can take the floor,” Eddie says, shucking his jacket and wrapping it over your shoulders. You smile.

“Such a gentleman.”

He rolls his eyes.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, teddy,” you whisper, craning your neck to kiss his cheek. Your heart-shaped keychain jangles against the car door as you slot the silver key into the lock. When you get the door open and glance at him, he’s stone faced where he leans against the back window.

“Wait,” he huffs.

“Yeah?”

Eddie can feel himself flailing, hands shaky at his sides when you look at him. He can’t tell if it’s because of the cold or his nerves or how worried you look or the fact that this could be his only chance. Don’t be a coward. He expects you to get tired of it. Eventually, you’ll have to let go, but right now, you stand there and wait for him. Oh.

“Sorry, bug. I’m pretty high right now.”

“I don’t mind.” You shrug when he rubs the back of his neck and chuckles softly. “You okay?”

He shakes his head. “You’re so sweet. And you’re so nice to me. God, you’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, Eddie,” you coo, standing close enough to feel the warmth radiate from his chest. He nods slowly, glancing down at your lips.

“Yeah.”

You thumb over the leftover slip of paper in the pocket of his jacket. And you smile, remembering when you passed him that note in chem last thursday.

Eddie sucks in a breath, sighing, “You make me so nervous.” You blink hard, and he’s seering hot under the warm light filtering through the trailer windows. “And you’re so fascinating.”

“Fascinating?!”

“Yeah,” he whispers.

“That’s a new one. ‘S that a good thing?” you say, head tilted watching him push his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, it’s a good thing. Fascinating is good. To me.” You swear his eyes twinkle a little when he looks at you.

“Well,” you nod, “Thank you.”

“Yeah.” And he can’t stop himself from taking selfish glimpses at your mouth. He feels so stupid for how long he denied his genuine attraction to you. His crush on you. You’d laugh if you knew what went on in his head. “I liked kissing you.”

You take a deep breath, and he steels himself for rejection. He thinks, why should you want anything to do with him after he’s acted so indifferent towards you all this time.

“I liked kissing you, too, teddy.” Holy fuck.

He grins. “You’re my type.” At first, you think he’s joking, but even a blind man could tell Eddie was dead serious. “Textbook description of it, bug. You’re my type.”

You look into his eyes again, trying to gauge if he’s fucking with you. He has to know that you’ve liked him for years. He has to. It’s not like the boys have been subtle about it.

“I… am flattered,” you coo, “Where’s all this coming from?”

“Just. From me. You know? It’s always been there. Had a crush on you forever, just had to tell you now.”

You nod, biting back a grin and shuffling a little closer. He’s absolutely buzzing when you curl your fingers into his bicep.

“Can I kiss you?” His head is spinning when you nod and press up against him. He’s sure you can feel his heart pounding. Especially when you press your delicate palm right to it. His hand fits gently against your hip.

Now, it’s his turn to kiss you. His lips are so soft against yours, tender like he’s nervous you’ll shatter. You giggle and reach for the back of his neck, your mouths falling open against each other in a fit of excitement and heat. He tugs you closer when your tongue slips into his mouth; he doesn’t mean to, but he feels himself smile and spread his hand across your lower back.

Eddie pulls away, eyes flicking wildly across your face just before he pecks your mouth again.

“Bug?”

You nod, eyes refusing to open as he kisses your cheek.

“Be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, teddy, I will!”

You tug him down by the collar to kiss him ferocious, his cheeks instinctively hot with your baby pink fingernails gentle on his neck. You can hear the cheers and high-fives from inside the house, exclamations of ‘finally!’ and ‘i knew it’.

Then Dustin hollers, “Fuck yeah!”

And you both shout, “Language!” just before falling into each other in a fit of giggles.

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[diaryofaprettyprincess]

i love your eddie works so much holy shit ?? could u maybe do one where innocent!reader gets her first bf & perv!stepbrother!eddie gets all mad & jealous and manipulates her into breaking up w him? + smut if it’s okay 🫶🏻 u can add anything & go as dark as u want tbh i don’t really have any limits

note: this was from a while ago im so sorry !! i hope you enjoy though hehe also sorry this is kinda bad LKDSJ

warnings: reader called eddie daddy once, stepcest, dark!eddie, dark material, penetration, smut, innocent!reader, kinda pervy eddie, stepbro!eddie munson, jealousy, threats, once again..DARK MATERIALLLLL if you dont like it, dont read it babe <3, pet names, reader's body type is kinda mentioned ('tiny' but i meant it referring to height), 6'4 eddie, shorter reader

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just imagining when he finally meets your boyfriend.. (your mom and uncle wayne have already met him, and are out for their anniversary when eddie meets him).

eddie's all grumpy, smoking a cigarette and face to face with your boyfriend when your he puts out his hand for eddie to shake. eddie just grimaces slightly, blowing cigarette smoke in your boyfriend's face before knocking shoulders with him forcefully when he walks away to sit on the sofa, resting his combat-boot-cladded-feet on the coffee table; flicking the cigarette ashes towards your boyfriend--Tommy...

it's quiet and tense before you decide to break the silence, biting your bottom, glossed lip nervously; watching eddie stare daggers at Tommy as he takes a seat on the chair in front of the metal head that is lounging on the couch.

"i-I think i'm gonna get a water," ur voice is soft as ur eyes track ur stepbrother's actions--his body is laid back and relaxed, but his face is pointed and mean, eyes squinted slightly as though he is analyzing your nervous lover. "u-uhm..T-tommy would you like one?" you play with the hem of your floral sundress anxiously.

your boyfriend nods, thanking you and gulping slightly as he throws eddie a nervous chuckle--albiet lacking any actual humor.

with haste, you walk quickly to the kitchen.

eddie inspects tommy.

'jesus christ,' he thinks as he watches your apprehensive boyfriend's khaki-cladded leg bounce up and down rapidly. 'what the fuck does she see in this prick?'

eddie stays in his mind for a bit, anger coiling in his chest as he tightens his fist, his rings taut against his fingers as he takes another drag from his cigarette.

"s-so i uhm, i heard your in a band..pretty successful--i-i mean ur sister--"

"step sister," eddie corrects, and tommy watches as he takes his feet off of the coffee table, leaning forward as he flicks the excess ashes of the smoke once again towards the uneasy highschool boy before taking one last drag and then putting the cigarette out on the coffee table.

"r-right stepsister--she uhm, she said that it's getting pretty successful--ur band, i mean," tommy smiles nervously, clearing his throat. "uh, what's ur band called?"

"corroded coffin." your irritated stepbrother gravels. he's short with his answers, and tommy can tell he doesn't want to talk anymore. your boyfriend sighs through his nose with a pressed smile hinted on his lips before quickly glancing off to the side to silently pray that you are on your way back. thankfully, you are, with a bright smile and a small giggle to accompany you--along with the two glasses of water of course.

u stop in front of where eddie is sitting as your boyfriend stands, thanking you for the water and chugging it down, wiping his mouth off and setting it back down on the coffee table as you giggle airily, confused.

"dry throat." he tries to explain, clearing his throat again. no way is he going to admit your brother--or, step brother is scaring the ever living shit out of him. (even though it is blatantly obvious(..to everyone but yourself..))

before you can say anything eddie places his tattooed, ringed fingers under the cusp of your ass under your dress, gently running his fingers in a small pattern on the soft skin. "baby," he speaks, getting your attention immediately as your boyfriend stands there awkwardly. "d'you think you could get me some water too? it'd give me more time to have a little chat with tommy here."

tommy can't believe it! the way eddie changes his tone of voice so quickly. with you it was so soft and kind--so gentle and incredibly sacchrine. and what's with his hand up your skirt?

"sure, eddie!" you turn to tommy, excited. they must be getting along! "i'll be right back 'n then we can go, okay?"

when you leave and it's just tommy and eddie again, your stepbrother stands up, his height towering over your boyfriend's. he looks behind him to make sure you aren't near before curling his fingers slightly, a small c'mere floating from his lips.

tommy moves foward.

"look, man, i know we just met, but my stepsister means the world to me, okay? so 'm gonna give you a little advice," any hint of a lightness to eddie's voice--or his eyes dissappears in that moment, and tommy is very aware of how eddie's ringed hand is squeezing his shoulder--he can feel an anger that he's very scared of. "you do fucking anything to upset her, take advantage of her-- whatever the fuck it is, and i will fucking kill you. understand, thomas? she's too fuckin' kind and naiive to deal with douchebags like you..but because i'm feeling nicer today, i'm gonna give you a warning. if you use her--fuck her or kiss her, whatever--i'll find out, and i'll fuckin' slit your throat. we clear?" he growls as your boyfriend nods vehemently-- eddie's left hand squeezing your boyfriend's shoulder harshly before letting go as you walk in, a small smile flashing on your stepbrother's face as he thanks you, bending down lower and kissing your cheek as he wraps you up in an embrace, your head on his chest.

and because of how ' kind and naiive ' you are, you don't notice the way your boyfriend looks as though he's seen a ghost, his body stiff and uncomfortable.

---

OK NOW..

one night eddie is painting your toes a baby pink as you lie on his bed, admiring your freshly painted finger nails. eddie had gotten good at painting nails ever since you taught him how to do his own.

when he's finished, he kisses the top of your foot before delicately placing it back on his bed.

the metal head admires your soft features for a moment before speaking.

"sweetheart," he calls gingerly, "can i talk to you about something?"

you nod, a soft smile on your freshly glossed lips that smelt of cherries.

eddie gets off of his bed, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it as he speaks. "it's about that damn boyfriend of yours.."

your ears perk up at that as you sit up further. "what about him, eds?"

eddie blows out a silver river of smoke from his lips before deciding to put the butt out on his dresser. "well, you see baby, i don't like him very much."

you frown sadly, you thought your stepbrother liked him! or at least tolerated him..

eddie walks over, brushing some hair behind your ears. "why not, eds?"

"well, honey," he scoffs, squishing your cheeks together with his hand before kissing your forced pout and letting go, tattooed hand smoothing over your cheek. "he wouldn't treat you right..you trust me, don't you?"

you nod again, how could he ask such a thing?!

"'f course i do! I trust you more than anyone!"

the metal head smiles gently, eyes soft and kind as his thumb quirks over your bottom lip. "good, princess..that's good. cuz that means i know a lot more about things than you do..your cute little head sometimes doesn't understand stuff, now does it, puppy? you need someone to watch out for you, hm?"

you smile shyly, cheeks glowing a soft pink--flustered as you look down. eddie notices, because--of course he does. "no need to be embarrassed, princess, y'know that.." his voice is soft and alluring as you lean into his touch further, giggling bashfully. "yeahh..you know that. 's just i know what's best for you, n trust me when i say that boytoy of yours is a real fuckin' pussy."

you gasp, whining, "eddie, you promised! no more bad words!"

"right, right, i'm sorry, sweetheart. 's just-- i think this guy is not a good person, puppy.. n you don't want to be with someone that's bad for you, do you?"

ironic. but you're too oblivious to realize the ironicy because, well--he's holding you so gently, and he smells so good, and his touch is making your head dizzy and your body tingle!

but you shake your head, a cute little pout adorning your plump lips.

"that's what i thought. so tomorrow," eddie sits down against his headboard, pulling you in close and kissing your head. he wants this to really stick. "tomorrow you break up with him."

"b-but-!" you try to reason. you hate confrontation!

"no buts, princess. tomorrow, okay? do what i say." his voice is more stern now, and you can't help but comply when his fingers play gently with your hair, his lips softly kissing all over your face as you look up at him.

eddie knows he's got you exactly where he wants you.

and truly, he does.

that next day, you break up with tommy, and eddie is the first to hear about it.

he may not be in highschool anymore, but he has people (dustin).

because when you come home from school, both of your parents out, eddie's high on happiness and love (or obsession) (as well as a little weed). he drags you straight to his bedroom, his cock already throbbing to get out of his jeans, his body on fire--and when he kisses your skin, your whole entire body fizzles, sparking into a wildfire-sized flame that suffocates you whole.

you can't get enough of each other, and although you both have done stuff before (eddie was the one to take your virginity), nothing has been like this before. usually, things between you two were always very passionate and intense, but this felt different.

he's needy for you.. and although he has been extremely needy for you ever since he met you, he actually vocalizes it this time.

"y-you're mine, baby," he seethes, eyebrows mimicking yours--upward and eyes filled with desperation as you make small little uh uh uh's. you are incapable of making any other sound. your legs are wrapped around his upper back, and everything is so much and he is so close, his chest pressed against yours, you can't help but softly sob. eddie shushes you, wiping away your tears. "just a little fuckin' crybaby, huh? g-god, i love you. you're all fuckin' mine, princess--awh, fuck-" eddie whines when you tighten around him, and he can tell your close. his balls are filled and ready to be milked but he first meshes his lips messily with yours, spit connecting the two of you for a second before snapping back to each other's lips.

"s-so proud of you, my pure little baby--this fuckin' cunt, god," he whispers, his right hand wrapped gently around your throat as he kisses any place he can get to, sucking on your bottom lip as you hiccup around cute little squeaky moans he can't get enough of. "say you're mine." he groans gently, rutting into you, his bedframe hitting the wall. "s-say it, baby, c'mon, please?"

you can hear how much he needs this. however, it's so hard for you to answer, so you just sniffle, squealing as his thrusts get sloppier. "fuckin--say it! please, please, please, please--"

"'m yours, ed--" you swallow, feeling the sensation of pressure building up in your core. "'m y-yours, eddie," you cry.

eddie laughs through a choked moan, "y-yeah you are, puppy--n-not tommy's, n-not any of the fuckin' l-losers at your school--you're mine."

you squeeze around him again, puckering your lips as you feel closer to your release, "kissie?" you sniffle, eyes glossy and red from your crying.

eddie chuckles and nods, lips quickly pressing against yours, tongues licking desperately at one another--completely unhinged as your body is overtook with its release, numb and vibrating through your veins.

you can't moan.

you can't talk.

your finger nails claw at eddie's back, as you hear a faint, "shit, so beautiful.." but you can barely hear it as it feels as though your ears are clogged with water, a small squeak heard from the back of your throat as your spit drips from your mouth, slowly, like golden honey. you eyes are crossed and your breathing has been stifled by the intensity. this is the longest time you've ever orgasmed, and eddie loves every fucking second. he kisses you gently, his hips slapping against yours as he pounds into your tiny body, his own frame caging you in. he would show you the bulge your tummy makes when his cock hits your sweet spot over and over again, but he knows you are completely gone.

"take it, princess," he mumurs against your lips, his left hand rubbing and slapping your hardened nipples. "take my fuckin' cock, my c-cum--gonna fill you up real nice, hm? wanna be a mommy?"

you tighten at that. back arched and pressed against eddie's tattooed chest.

he cums as he watches how absolutely fucked-out you are, cursing and spurting his warm seed into your cunt for what seems like hours.

you can hear him whisper small, "breathe, baby, breathe"'s to you as you finally gasp, not realizing you had gone a while without oxygen.

immediately, you start crying. not out of sadness or anything bad, just out of love and something you can't quite put your finger on.

"aw, poor thing," eddie shushes, petting your forehead. you clutch onto him as he slowly pulls out, his come spilling from your winking, creamy, hole.

tears fall free from your beautiful eyes as you sniffle, and eddie brings you in closer to him. "e-e-eddie.." you cry softly, voice high and delirious and he can tell you are very far gone. "w-wha's wrong w-with me? feel w-weird.."

eddie smiles, kissing your lips, "nothing's wrong baby, you just came a lot, yeah? so much for your little body to process, sweet girl. you just need a little bit to come down from it, okay? you were so good, baby, daddy's so proud of you, princess." his voice is gentle and sweet; relaxing your still shaking body.

after about ten minutes of eddie kissing your face, chest, and neck, he begins to pull away to go clean you up, but you grip onto his arm, pulling him back. "no," you pout, "w-wan' fingers, please?" you plead, and eddie smiles, "'f course, baby..such a good girl using your manners.." he places his pointer and middle fingers between your red, bitten lips and into your silky mouth, letting you suck on his tattooed fingers as you are pulled into a deep sleep.

you're finally his now.

he has you exactly how he wants you.

[ashwhowrites]

Could you write a dom nancy x bratty reader, please? only if you’re comfortable with it!

Oh God yes

I'm so gay for her

She's definitely a brat tamer.....and a mean one

Not proofread

Nancy Wheeler was done with men. She was tired of boys and their need to know how she feels every second. She wanted to have fun and not be in anything committed.

Then she turned to a friend. A friend she knew was into girls and boys. Who knew how to please both genders easily. Nancy wanted to try new things and do crazy shit with no strings attached.

Y/N agreed, helping her friend learn more about her sexuality and kinks.

Nancy likes control and she likes Y/N panting underneath her. Begging to be touched as she squirmed. And she learned her friend Y/N, was a brat. She liked to be controlled and told exactly what she was worth. That's how they worked so well.

~~

But Y/N liked Nancy and that's where problems started. Her jealousy was out of control and she tried to keep it under wraps.

But the burning in her ears as Steve flirted with her was not easy to ignore.

The group was helping Eddie Munson as he hid from the cops. A boy she's never met but found herself helping because of Nancy.

Soaked head to toe as she walked behind Steve and Nancy. She watched as Nancy jumped in after Steve, leaving her no choice to dive in after. Now she wishes she didn't because Nancy hasn't looked at her once.

She'd get her to look

~~

The group sat in Nancy's basement, hanging out as they hid Eddie. Nancy and Steve are still side by side on the couch. Giggling and smiling.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she huffed.

"well I would love to officially meet you. I'm Eddie Munson"

She smiled as Eddie sat next to her on the floor. She shook his awaiting hand

"Y/N"

" so a little about me I'm just a falsely accused murderer"

She laughed at his joke, "you are way too pretty and innocent looking for that" smirking as she felt another pair of eyes land on them. Laying her hand on top of Eddie's.

"ouch. A guy does not want to hear he's pretty and innocent looking from a hot girls mouth " Eddie faked hurt, holding his chest as they laughed.

The commotion caused Nancy to look up. Glaring fast as she saw their hands briefly touching and flirty smiles.

"I like the ones who look innocent," glancing in Nancy's direction. Shocked to see Nancy already staring at her. Well, more like tearing her clothes off with a look.

For the next hour Nancy watched as Y/N threw herself at Eddie. And Eddie was soaking it all in. Laughing, smiling and touching. So close to being in each other's laps. Nancy felt like a bomb. Just ticking seconds away from blowing up. But once Eddie moved his hand to Y/N's thigh she went off.

"we need food for Eddie. He can't eat our stuff because my mom will notice. Everyone goes to the store. Y/N and I will stay here to get the basement ready for Eddie to hide in" Nancy demanded. Forcing everyone out of the house, not listening to any protests.

Once they found themselves alone, Nancy let her anger take over her body. Marching up to the girl and yanking her to her feet

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Nancy snarled.

"nothing. Just talking" Y/N shrugged. Yanking her hand free from Nancy's grip

"talking? That sure as hell doesn't look like talking to me. Looks like you are pathetically throwing yourself at him" Nancy scoffed.

"like Steve was with you?" Y/N fired back. There was a good chance her jealousy would begin to show but at this point she couldn't hide it

"that what this is sweet girl? Jealous over Steve getting my attention so you want to act like a little brat to get what you want?"

"I think Steve is embarrassing himself. Trying to chase after you but you haven't told anyone how you don't like the little boys anymore. You tasted pussy and now you don't want to go back. He has nothing on me" Y/N spat out with as much confidence as she could. Ignoring the doubt in her mind about how much easier it is for Steve to win her over.

"you don't know anything about me" Nancy growled

"I know you want to fuck me and that you will fuck me" smirking as Nancy's eyes darkened, her hand gripping Y/N's neck tight

"shut up" Nancy growled, shoving Y/N against the couch

Y/N watched as Nancy stepped out of her underwear, her long dress covering the parts of her body Y/N was aching to see

"I'm gonna use your mouth the way I want to and you are going to take it" Nancy demanded, crawling up Y/N's body. Yanking her ankles so she laid flat. Nancy smiled down as Y/N laid underneath her. Waiting for the next direction

Nancy moved her cunt to hover over Y/N's mouth. Teasing her as she slowly lowered herself, not yet letting her mouth touch her

Y/N was tired of waiting, grabbing Nancy's waist and forcing her hips down on top of her tongue. Nancy moaned as she rode her face. Fingers digging harshly into Y/N's hair as she rocked her hips harder against her tongue.

"so good bratty girl. Love that mouth" Nancy moaned. Locking her thighs around Y/N' s head

Y/N moaned in appreciation. Her hands working up Nancy's body, dipping her fingers into Nancy's cunt roughly. Loving the way Nancy screamed and rode her face harder.

Nancy took a deep breath and removed her pussy from her mouth, watching as Y/N whined

"am I not doing good?" Y/N pouted with a small frown

"no. You are doing amazing baby. But I want to eat you out too" Nancy smiled, pecking her wet lips. Yanking off Y/N's pants and underwear

Moving her pussy back on Y/N's face and lowering her own face towards Y/N's cunt

Licking a slow stripe and messily sucking on Y/N's clit

Y/N was moaning as she sucked on Nancy's clit harder

Desperate to make Nancy's cum

"so you think Nancy really likes me?"

Both girls froze as Steve's voice traveled through the vents.

Nancy removed her mouth from Y/N completely but Y/N refused to stop. The annoying sound of Steve's voice made her more determined. Fingering Nancy harder, desperate to get her to scream

Nancy threw her hand over her mouth, panting harshly

"no stop. They'll see" Nancy stuttered out, moving her hips up but Y/N locked them in place

"yeah totally. Question do you think Y/N likes me? I got a vibe" Nancy growled as she heard Eddie's voice, riding her hips against Y/N's face harder

"totally. You are so in" Steve agreed

Nancy thrashed on Y/N's mouth, closer to cumming as the boys crept closer to the basement

Y/N flicked her tongue and Nancy was cumming in seconds. Gasping as she covered her mouth, thighs shaking and clenching. She rode it out, but still fast.

Quickly climbing off and fixing her dress, shoving her panties under the couch as she yanked Y/N's panties and underwear back up. Kissing her lips fast as the boys began to walk down the stairs

"Nancy, can I talk to you?" Steve asked

Nancy gave a look to Y/N who looked away, picking at the fingers that were just inside her pussy

"um yeah" feeling guilt in her stomach as she watched Y/N avoid looking at them

Jealous in her veins as Eddie sat next to Y/N throwing an arm around her shoulder

Nancy sighed and followed Steve

Nancy's head was a mess and she didn't know what or who she wanted

[remuslupinbutcooler]

Robin Buckley Drabble

ft Steve because we love a good ally

themes ; discussion of Billy Hargrove ; his death , not really any romanticism due to me writing it at like 5 am and posting it now , I’ve been off due to family issues so i apologise but i will be back to writing for you all again 💗

The usual fast paced heart rate began as my feet led me into the centre of town, my hearts constant beating causing my breath to become laboured and my vision to become blurred. Everything suddenly felt heavy or almost chaotic. I caught myself in the window of one of the stupid shop, i looked like a mess. Strands of hair covered my face, eyeliner smuged , mascara clinging to my lashes , my shirt felt too big almost as though it was drowning me , my jeans cuffed and covered with various sharpie drawings felt almost too attention grabbing and my sneakers felt too red . I shook my head before deciding to take my mind away from myself and my imperfections . My eyes cast themselves over to the video store were a familiar stranger stood at the counter. My feet practically rushed through the doors and upto the counter.

“Hey there- OMG?!” Steve took a double take before almost jumping into the air . “HOLY SHIT?! YOURE BACK??”

“I guess..” I rolled my eyes before giggling and looking around . My eyes fell onto another familiar face, semi familiar. I hadn’t seen Robin Buckley since High school, since band and cheer practice. She looked almost-

“Hey”

“hey..” I smiled at her before turning my attention back to Steve

“you back for good or?”

“good. I’m back for good.” I nodded. “ I’m all…uh…better” I smiled before glancing at the male before me.

“That’s good. Bet Dustin’s happier now you’re here .”

“really ?”

“yeah… he kinda didn’t shut up about you while you were gone.. I mean you’re his sister ? He missed you.”

“oh… i mean he told me he missed me and that he’s glad i’m back but i didn’t think he meant it.. he’s all over that Munson kid? Is that his name ? Eddie ?” I scanned over dvds next to the counter .

“Yeah..Him..”

“jealous Harrington?”

“N-no..”

“He is.!” Robin laughed before stepping into the little counter box

“you really think Munson is gonna replace my brothers literal dating slash life slash everything coach??” A laugh escaped my mouthy and caused me to throw my head back .

“See ? Even she thinks you’re being stupid “ Robin playfully pushed Steve. Dustin never mentioned this or them dating .

“Look..he worships you .. never shuts up about you “ I roll my eyes before stepping away slightly and scanning for the horror section .

“oh..! Thanks”

Robin giggled at a now embarrassed Steve. I never knew Steve Harrington could get embarrassed, always felt as though he was some kinda emotionless god . I guess this is what adulthood does to some popular kid who’s never faced rejection or even reality.

“ looking for something?” Robin threw herself over the counter, eyes stuck onto mine. I never noticed how pretty they were or how good her hair looked or how it fitted her face perfectly. I shook my head as an answer, far too mesmerised to answer. I turned my attention back to searching for some basic horror movie .

My hand reached for one, its cover was practically red and stared some blonde bimbo on the front ; probably the main and final girl. It was something to watch, i wasn’t gonna pay too much attention to it.

“Just this ?”

“uh huh..”

“So since you’re back…” Steve winked before combing his hands through his hair

“save it Harrington.”

“Thought you’d be over him by now..”

“You thought wrong “ I rolled my eyes. The “him” in question was none other than Billy Hargrove, my fake yet very real boyfriend. No one really knew how Billy and I “started “ our relationship. In all truth we didn’t. It started with me walking in on his dad almost beating him to death and Billy threatening me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You..you fucking tell anyone and your ass is dead. You hear me Henderson ?” Blood poured from his nose, his eyes looked heavy and almost too sad to blink open. Billy Hargrove was a dick , this was his only reason for his behaviour. I felt sorry for him.

“How about this… I won’t say a word to anyone if you say we’re together.”

“ and why would i do that ? just date some loser-“

“Billy…I can’t believe you’re the first person i’m even telling this to but…uh…ilikegirlsandnotguys.” I hung my head in a cloud of shame , too embarrassed to even admit it fully.

“ You ? A fucking perfect little-“

“don’t. I already feel like shit for it.”

“why ?”

“because it’s not exactly a good thing around here ? “

“ i know that but-“

“ look is it a deal or not ? cause if you even utter a word about me liking girls then i’ll fucking tell everyone about you and your dad.”

“like anyone would believe a girl lover .”

“like anyone would believe daddy’s punching bag?”

“fine. Deal. “

“ Thank you. You kinda look bad ass with bruises. You could lie and say you were fighting some guy tryna save me or something.. you’d be a chic magnet in minutes.”

Billy laughed before patting me on the back , “ yeah… about that.. can i cheat on my fake girlfriend?”

I rolled my eyes , “ yes sure .. can i?”

He laughed again, this time harder and more friendlier, “ yeah sure … You’re safe with me .”

“and you’re safe with me.. if you need any help with that… call me. My dad kinda used to hit my mom so i kinda know a thing or two.”

Billy nodded before pushing me out of his window . “ goodnight my beautiful- BAHAHA- sorry… goodnight girlfriend”

I rolled my eyes at a now overly joyous billy pissing himself due to how funny he thought our situation was. “ goodnight boyfriend..ew”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“ no offence Harrington but you try having someone protect you and be there and then something takes your only sense of safety.” I rolled my eyes before paying.

“sorry…”

“it’s fine.. it’s just uh…hard you know”

“ yeah well… if you ever need a shoulder to-“

“please stop hitting on me. It’s not gonna worrrkkk “

“ i know but… it could.”

“uh huh… bye guys ..”I waved before hopping onto my skateboard, my eyes glue to the ground and surroundings. The Hawkins sun setting over me .

[eddiesfaerie]

blood on your knuckles

Summary: Say it like you mean it with your fists for once. OR Your best friend puts up a fight for you. So you take him home to clean him up. (7.3k words, i swear i meant for this to be shorter) read on ao3 here

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, angst, canon typical violence, friends to lovers, misogyny/harassment towards reader (very brief tho), hurt/comfort, drinking, alcohol, smoking, description of blood and cuts, tending to wounds, unprotected PIV sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, blood kink, honestly really soft sex for everything else thats going on here, soft dom!eddie, possessive + protective eddie, marking, a single use of the word daddy

A/N, he protec he attac but most importantly he break your bac <3

Having a crush on your best friend was not your proudest moment.

Watching him play at The Hideout with his band and nearly creaming your panties wasn’t too low on that list either. 

In all fairness, this is the first show of his you’ve been too. Eddie told you it’d get fucking crazy, that the girls at these shows usually get fucked up and start throwing themselves at them because the bands are never as good as we are but shit, you didn’t think you’d be one of them. 

You stand backstage, watching your best friend perform from the sideline while the girls in the front rows make eyes at Eddie. All you could do was giggle and squeeze your thighs together, your face growing hot whenever Eddie looked back at you and winked your way. Some of the girls could see you, some glared, some smiled. Either way you didn’t care too much. It’s not like you were his girlfriend, not like you had any reason to get jealous, to feel as possessive as you do. 

But you can’t help it. It must be the lingering weed in the air, the one or two beers in your system, or the way Eddie smiles at you despite all the pretty girls smiling at him that’s making you all loopy and desperate. You can’t help how fucking hot he looks out there, shredding on his guitar and grabbing the mic stand like he wanted to shove it down his throat and fuck it right there on stage, in front of everyone. 

The truth was, you’d always found Eddie attractive. You met at the beginning of the summer, only a few months ago when your new friend and coworker Robin introduced the two of you when he walked into the movie store one day. You found him very charming and cute from the moment he asked if they had Halloween, your favorite horror movie, in stock. 

But now you’re friends. Just friends.

And seeing your friend play a show for a packed room of horny girls and metal guys was making something hot and syrupy twist up in your gut. A feeling you’ve been trying to ignore all summer but it was proving to be pretty damn hard tonight.

The show’s been over for a couple of minutes, the lights in the venue dim after the guys wave and thank the small crowd a few times. Eddie runs over to where you stand backstage. You can’t help the way your face lights up at the sight of him.  

“So? How was that?” Eddie asks, face shiny with a thin sheen of sweat, his voice breathy, raspy and deep like you’ve never heard it. Your chest tightens, something like a girlish giggle bubbling in your throat. 

You bite your lip and smile enthusiastically, nodding your head. 

“Amazing, Eddie. It was fucking insane.” You smile. 

Eddie engulfs you, hugging you to his chest. His scent is overwhelming, something that can only be described as boy and the cologne he sprayed on his neck and chest before leaving for the show tonight. It’s nothing but comforting. 

You let him hold you, you welcome his warmth despite the hot and heavy atmosphere of the venue which nearly suffocates you. You don’t think about his bandmates that give you an odd stare, the same ones that ask you over and over if you guys are dating. The same ones you always say no to, insisting that you’re just friends. 

“Knew you’d dig it.” He says proudly, his smile evident in his voice. You hum into his chest but pull away before you get lost in it, in his embrace. 

“Do you guys need help packing up?” You ask meekly. You look towards the stage, most of it is packed up anyways. Eddie shakes his head. 

“Nah, they’re almost done anyways.” You nod your head, looking around the venue awkwardly. Eddie reaches into his leather jacket for his pack of cigarettes. He hits one out of the pack and sticks it in his mouth. 

You avoid looking at the way his brow furrows, how his full lips purse around the stick and turn to look towards the bar instead. An older man sits there, staring at you and Eddie, or perhaps just you. You make eye contact with him but he doesn’t look away so you do, unnerved by his unshakeable gaze. Okay, rude.

“Alright, let’s get you home. It’s way past your bedtime anyways.” Eddie chuckles, the cigarette between his lips now lit, smoke puffing out of his mouth after every word. You giggle as he ruffles your hair as though you were a little kid. 

Eddie throws his arm over your shoulder, hauling you into his side and leading you out of the venue, towards his van. You let him guide you outside, his arm dropping from your shoulders as soon as you hit the cool night air of late summer. 

However you find yourself wishing he had kept it around you as a figure emerges from the shadows. 

“Pretty girl you got there.” The strange man sneers, whistling as if trying to beckon over a dog. 

Eddie barely pays the guy any mind. You don’t have to turn around to know it's the guy from the bar who’s followed you outside, he’d been looking at you all night. Eddie gives the man a side glance, a silent acknowledgment that something was said to him without further engaging with the guy. 

You reach Eddie’s van but the man is fast approaching, a crooked gait to his walk. You stand closer to Eddie as he searches for his keys in his jacket seemingly unhurried, not anxious about the stranger encroaching on the two of you. Eddie just sucks on his cigarette. 

“She’s out of your league bro.” The man slurs. 

Eddie chuckles, still not looking at the man. “Yeah well, we’re not together so I realize that, bro.” 

Your heart twists in your chest. You wish Eddie would unlock his van. You wish you were alone in there together, listening to music with the late summer wind blowing through your hair and his alike. 

“Not together, eh?” The guy smiles, reaching for you. His clammy hand wraps around your forearm and you jerk away from him quickly. 

“Guess she’s mine for the taking…”

“Get off me-”

Eddie is so quick you can barely register what’s happened before you hear it. The first thing you notice is his half finished cigarette, falling to the pavement and burning red until it dies.

Then, the sickening crack ringing out through the quiet night, out in here in the desolate parking lot.

Eddie’s fist makes contact with the guy's jaw. The man groans, crumpling to the ground and grabbing his face. Eddie shakes his fist out, his chest heaving as he approaches the man on the floor, ready to swing again. You stand there in quiet shock, unbelieving of what you’ve just witnessed.

“Mother fucker-” The man groans.

The man gets back up, holding his jaw and smiling something twisted at Eddie, blood pooling and spilling out of his mouth thick like strawberry syrup. Your stomach churns. 

The stranger moves too quickly for how hard Eddie just hit him. Before you know it, he’s hitting Eddie back square in the mouth. Eddie groans before quickly hitting the man back twice as hard. You cover your mouth as blood flies onto the dark pavement - who’s, you’re not quite sure. 

The man is drunker than Eddie, so he’s able to beat him to the ground fast, until the man is curling in on himself. Eddie lands blow after blow on the man’s face, grunting with exertion as his arm comes down and down again, his silver rings unforgiving on the man’s soft body - they leave sharp imprints on his face, cutting on his cheekbone and upper lip like a knife. 

Eddie suddenly stands, looming over the stranger like the reaper himself. Eddie kicks him in the back, hard. Something cracks and the man lets out an emasculating, high pitch scream and you call it, finally snapping out of whatever daze the fight had put you into. You grab Eddie’s arm and pull him away from the man. 

“Oh my god, Eddie stop!”

Eddie whips around to face you, his mouth and shirt bloody. Something shines behind his marble eyes, something absolutely fucking livid and wild and unhinged. 

“Y-You’re bleeding.” You point out, unable to say anything else as you take in the blood that’s splattered all over him. 

Eddie blinks at you, his marbled eyes huge and watery and dark like black opal. 

“Are you hurt?” He asks you, like he didn’t hear what you just said to him, like he didn’t just beat this man to a pulp who still lays there on the ground, motionless. 

You pull Eddie further away from the stranger, back towards his van. He goes reluctantly.  

“Eddie I’m fine, you literally just beat up a guy.”

Eddie looks around, looks back at the guy on the ground who’s crawling away now, only standing up when he gets to the curb and hobbling in the opposite direction of the two of you. Eddie smiles, spitting blood onto the asphalt and then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, staining his milky skin crimson. 

“Yeah, I guess I did.” He chuckles darkly. 

You grab his hand, looking at his knuckles, at the blood coating what used to be his pristine silver rings. You can’t help that it does something to you, can’t help but clench at the fact that he did this for you. Even though you’re just friends. 

“Alright, let’s get you home.” He says suddenly, like everything’s normal. 

Before you can object, he's dragging you to the passenger side and lifting you into his van by underneath your arms, slamming the door shut behind you and jogging to his side. Eddie starts his van and speeds like hell out of there. 

The car ride is silent, the quiet radio fills the empty silence as you can’t quite find what to say to him.

Eddie just beat up a guy for you. He beat the shit out of a guy. For you. 

You try not to think about the way his bloodied knuckles grip the steering wheel, his knuckles tight and the skin scraped open as he steers you back to safety. You try not to think about his body, how it moved on stage with such elegance, such fluidity, and then how it moved while he pulverized that stranger who tried to hurt you; what was once a seductive wave had become hard, his muscles flexing differently - no longer to seduce but to do harm. How his muscles must have rippled underneath the cover of his leather jacket, how said jacket had ridden up his back, revealing the soft skin of his hips to you. As the man screamed, all you could look at was Eddie’s back, how wide, how strong he was. 

He did it for you. And he had smiled. 

The van jolts as Eddie parks outside your parent’s house. All the lights are off. It’s lonely and vacant and after what just went down, you’re very uncomfortable being left alone. Or more so just uncomfortable with the idea of being without him, without Eddie.

“It seems we’ve reached your castle, princess.” Eddie smiles, leaning back in his seat all too nonchalantly. You look at him with such sad eyes, filled with so many unsaid things. He can barely look at you. His jaw fucking hurts and he needs another cigarette.

“Let me clean you up.” You offer, voice quiet and soft. Crickets chirp from the trees.

Eddie hesitates before shaking his head ‘no’. 

“Please, it’s the least I can do.” You beg and Eddie’s heart clenches in his chest. 

“Not too sure your parents would love the idea of you inviting a boy in after midnight.” He smirks, his hand wrapping around the steering wheel again and clenching it tight. You swallow hard. 

“They’re asleep. We’ll be quiet.” 

Eddie smirks, enjoying the double meaning of your words. You’re his friend, you’re his friend, you’re his friend, he has to remind himself. Even if he did just beat up a guy for you. Even if he would do it a million times over if it meant you’d look at him the way you did - with so much admiration, so much security in your eyes. Like you trusted him, like you trusted him to protect you. 

“I’ll give you one of my dad’s beers.” You offer up, knowing that’ll get him. 

His hands do ache, they do burn with the sting of an open wound and there’s blood all over him. Eddie sighs dramatically, throwing his head back against the headrest before reaching down for his seat belt. 

Eddie groans, like it pains him so. “You know me too well, sweetheart.” 

A sly smile creeps up on your face and you jump out of his van too quickly, slamming the door shut behind you too loudly for how quiet you just promised you’d be. 

Eddie’s never met your parents, and he would not want the first time to be tonight - when they’ve been roused from a peaceful nights sleep in the beautiful suburbs of Hawkins, when he’s bruised and battered and covered in another man’s blood from trying to protect their perfect little daughter. But the longer he thinks about it, the more and more perfect that actually sounds. He reaches down and subtly adjusts his hardening length in his pants.

He follows closely behind you as you unlock the door, barely taking in the sight of your pristine house, instead, he’s intently focused on the back of your head. He just wants to hold you, to be held by you. 

You instruct Eddie to head upstairs to your room while you get him his beer from the fridge and the first aid kit from the bathroom. 

He’s sat all pretty on your pink duvet covers when you get back; covered in blood and sweat from his show that feels like hours ago now. You close the door quietly behind you. 

Eddie smiles at you, all lopsided and goofy and your tummy flutters. He makes grabby hands for the beer which you’ve already opened, taking a quick swig of the ice cold drink as soon as you’ve handed it to him. 

“Cute room.” He tells you and he means it. 

It’s fucking adorable, actually: memorabilia from your childhood everywhere, things that maybe you’ve been meaning to get rid of but can’t really because you still love them, posters on your walls, the overwhelming warm smell of girl that he can only describe as you. It’s fucking intoxicating and Eddie never wants to leave, doesn’t want to drive back to his cold dark trailer after this. 

You ignore the way your face grows hot at his comment. You can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic, or being mean to you, so you say nothing. 

You set the first aid kit down next to him on the bed and start assembling the things you’ll need. Rubbing alcohol, wipes, gauze, bandages… God, hopefully his skin hasn’t split so deep that he’ll need stitches. 

You look down at him and realize you’re sort of standing in between his legs. And you’ll need to get even lower to tend to his hands and face properly. You swallow nervously and slowly lower yourself until you’re on your knees in front of him. Eddie watches you go down with wide eyes, taking another swig of beer to mask whatever burns inside of him. The alcohol stings the cut on his lower lip, Eddie decides to focus on that sensation instead of the one in his jeans.

“This okay?” You ask, your own voice shaking. Eddie nods his head quickly, keeping the glass bottle to his lips. 

You have a brief flash of a vision, him looming over the man like he had tonight, but this time over you as he looks down at you between his legs. You feel vulnerable, yet unafraid of him. You feel small in comparison to Eddie, but you like it. You like it a lot, actually. 

You blink it away, sighing quietly to yourself and begin soaking some cotton pads with rubbing alcohol, Eddie watches it all intently. You take his hand into yours and immediately press the disinfectant into his skin. Eddie hisses through clenched teeth, the knuckles on his other hand going white around the bottleneck and you pull back quickly. 

“Yeah, yeah just go crazy like that, no warning or anything.” He groans, eyes squeezing shut in pain.

“Sorry, sorry I thought you were looking!” You defend, voice urgent in a quiet whisper.

He had been looking right at you, but more so at the way you’re just sat all pretty in between his legs like it was the easiest, most natural thing in the world. Like you do it all the time. You could have been sitting there doing anything and he wouldn’t have noticed you pressing literal lava into his skin, not when you looked up at him with such big eyes like that. 

Shit, he’d let you do anything to him if all you did was just look at him like that.

Eddie takes another swig of beer, flicking his chin at you in a silent command to keep going. You press the pad to his skin again and his flinches less this time as you wipe away the blood from his aggressed skin. 

You clean his knuckles in silence for the most part, besides quiet hisses and protests from Eddie’s end. You wipe the blood from his guitar calloused hands, you polish his rings. Your mouth waters as you hold his hand in yours, his fingers so much rougher than your own and you try to think about anything else rather than how badly you want to kiss each individual digit, each cut that ruins his hardened knuckles. You try not to think about how much rougher and stronger they’ll be once they heal. 

Your windows are open, the cool night time summer breeze wafting into your room cools the both of you down from the rather hot and humid night you’ve both just had. 

Both of his knuckles are nearly clean by the time you speak again. 

“You look really cool there, Munson.” You tell him, a small smile pulling at your lips. An identical one creeps up on him. 

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. You look pretty metal.”  

Eddie’s face lights up. 

“Shit, I should go beating guys up for you more often if you’re going to butter me up like this.”

You snort. “No, you definitely shouldn’t.” 

Eddie grins the way he does, all wide so that his dimples pop out. He leans in close, tilting his head at you and making his hair flip a little.  

“‘Kay but… you kind of liked it, didn’t you?” He asks cheekily.

You don’t respond, instead you throw the bloodied cotton pads into the trash can and look up at him, smiling at him quietly, not denying nor confirming anything. 

Eddie’s nostrils flare, eyes narrowing.

“I bet you liked seeing me beat that guy up for you, liked seeing me covered in that asshole's blood.” He sneers, voice suddenly gone ragged and something like a gasp gets caught in your throat. You look away from him, refusing to indulge him in this, in the careless violence of it all. 

You did like it though. You loved it so fucking much. And that was a problem. It was dangerous, reckless and he could’ve gotten seriously injured, he could have killed that guy, could’ve gotten the cops called on him if anyone from the venue saw the brawl that was going on in the parking lot - 

You feel his fingers at your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are dark, his lip split with a deep dark red. You realize there’s still blood on his face, you’ll have to clean that next.

“Tell me you liked it.” 

“You’re drunk, Eddie.” 

“You gave me one beer.” He scoffs.

“You had multiple before your show even started.” You remind him. Eddie smiles. 

“M’not that drunk either way.” 

You laugh a little, smiling through a scoff.

“Well I know I liked it.” He admits, his voice suddenly sounding more serious, deeper. 

You roll your eyes at him but his hand finds its way to your cheek, pinching your lips softly between his thumb and pointer finger, not enough to make you pucker your lips, just enough to hold you in place. You wonder if he can feel how hot your skin is, how much you burn for him.

Eddie looks into your eyes and remembers how scared you looked when that guy touched you, when he had the audacity to grab your arm to try and pull you into him. He remembers the rage that coursed through him, spilling through his mind and just sending him flying, filled with fucking fury and his fists up. Eddie thinks he could have killed that guy then and there for putting his hands on you. Eddie thinks he would kill anyone who scared you the way that man did. He never wants to see you like that again. 

“I loved it,” he says again, “and I’d do it again, and again, and again if it meant that they’d all leave you alone, if they knew you were-”

Eddie stops himself short. Stops himself from blurting something out he probably shouldn’t. Something he’d probably regret in the morning. 

Too bad you’re nosey. 

“If they knew I was what, Eddie?” 

He swears your voice has gone up a pitch, swears you’ve gone all breathy and wide eyed as you look up at him from between his thighs on your quickly bruising knees. His cock twitches in his jeans, he’s so fucking hard he can’t believe you haven’t noticed yet. 

“If they knew you were mine.” 

Your breath hitches in your throat. 

“A-And how would they know I was yours?”

“Sweetheart,” he says sweetly, a slight tone to his voice that was almost condescending, menacing, “I’d be all over you. I’d never leave you alone for a second.” 

You hum, something filled with yearning, something restrained and you swallow it down so that you don’t moan at what he’s suggesting. 

“They wouldn’t even think to come near you again. No one would touch you. Except me.” Eddie tilts your head with his hand that still holds your cheeks, moving you so he can ghost his lips along your neck. You stand up on your knees in between his thighs. 

Eddie leans in closer to you, his lips hovering yours and you can practically taste the blood that’s on his mouth, the blood that flowed out of his gums when that man punched him in the face. You don’t seem to mind it anymore. 

“Would you like that?”

You nod your head almost immediately. You don’t have to think about it, you don’t. Your mind practically goes blank due to the proximity of his lips to yours. You can’t think you can’t think you can’t think -

“Say it, baby.”

Baby. You nearly die on the spot. You think you do. 

“Yeah, Eddie.” You respond, not even entirely sure what you’re agreeing to anymore. Eddie leans in, nudging his nose to yours and you suck in a breath. 

“I-I’d like that a lot.” 

“Good.” He growls. And then he’s kissing you. 

His tongue is hot on your lips and you’ve let him into your mouth before you’re sitting up higher on your knees while he leans down into you. Your knees dig into the hard wooden floors of your bedroom but you can’t seem to mind with your mouth on his, whimpering pathetically like you can’t get close enough to him, like you’ve waited your whole life for this. 

You have you have you have. 

There’s metal in his mouth, it's thicker than water and you feel the red blood on your tongue before you’re fully aware that you’re tasting it and swallowing it down. You whimper and Eddie’s hand is hot on your throat, feeling you swallow. 

You continue to kiss him hotly while your hands go to his belt, unbuckling it quickly. Eddie smiles against your mouth and you tongue at his teeth, desperate to taste all of him. 

“Want you in my mouth.” You tell him, practically begging for it and Eddie groans, squeezing his eyes shut. 

Eddie pays no mind to what you said, as if he had not even heard you with the loud thumping and coursing of blood through his system, loud in his ears and deafening every other sense of his besides the ones that were focused on you. Smelling you, looking at you, getting closer to you, pushing into you. His cock was raging in his jeans and although he’d love nothing more than to shove it down your tight little throat, he had to smother you, had to lay his body flat, tight against yours and get as close as he could, to assure himself that you’re okay, you’re here, you’re real, you’re his. 

You’re his and he’ll take care of you. There’ll be plenty of time for you to return the favor afterwards. 

You let out a pathetic squeak as you hit the bed, bouncing with the force of his throw. Eddie watches you, just as mesmerized as you are as he peels his blood soaked shirt from his body. The blood barely transferred onto his milky skin, or perhaps its dried now and has left some damp patches that’ll taste of metal on your tongue but it’s too dark in your room and he’s too covered in tattoos for you to be able to tell what’s the glistening sheen of blood versus sweat over his soft yet toned body. 

Eddie lunges at you, his hands frantic and desperate as they grasp at the waistband of your cute little skirt, ripping it from your body along with your panties with so much force that you wonder how he didn’t just tear it to shreds to get to what's underneath. 

He stares at you like that, just admiring you underneath him in nothing but the shirt you wore tonight that clings to your breasts, damp with your sweat from the humidity of August. You’re angelic, his own personal angel to ruin for tonight. Eddie ducks down, diving in between your thighs, mouth hot and velvety on your weeping slit and your hands are in his long hair, curling and fisting and pulling his face further into you if it were possible. 

Eddie groans, his mouth just as open and wet as your pussy is, his tongue a red hot savior for you to clench and grind on as he feasts on you. 

“E-Eddie, oh fuck-”

He shoves his fingers inside of you, rigid and hard and his rings are cool at the base, the same ones that cut that man’s cheek, the same fingers he was clenching into fists as he pummeled that man to the ground, the same ones you clench on now, the same ones you grind and flex your hips on, chasing what’s quickly approaching. 

Eddie’s tongue goes flat against you, his fingers deep and spearing and curling against something fleshy and textured and he’s groaning as loud as you are. You cover your own mouth with the back of your hand, biting into the paper thin flesh to keep quiet, to keep from screaming his name in the middle of the night and alerting everyone in the neighborhood that your best friend was in between your thighs, making you cum.

And suddenly, like it was nothing, you were. Your back arched beautifully and your pelvis twitched against his hold on you and you were cumming on his tongue. You could feel his smile, feel the way his lips curled devilishly as he continued to flick his tongue against your clit and pump his fingers as deep as they would go, like he was reaching for your heart through your cunt. Your body spasmed, your chest heaved like you were desperate for air, like you had just been held underwater and now you were up, gasping with every fiber of your being. 

Eddie did not let you rest, his surged forward and attached his mouth to yours and fed you what you gave him, the tang of girl sex strong on his tongue and you melted back into him all over again. 

“So fucking good, you taste so fucking good.” He groaned into your mouth, pushing you back onto the bed, back onto your soft duvet blanket and cushiony pillows. “Could eat you forever.” 

You whimper. 

Eddie pulls back from you and you make a pathetic, sad little noise that has him grinning like a wolf, all too fucking pleased with how desperate you are to be near. He feels the same, but he needs to get these fucking jeans off if he’s going to do anything about your weeping cunt that flutters and winks at him, clenching around nothing at the pure thought of soon getting stuffed.

You had half undone his belt already, he does it the rest of the way, quickly undoing the zipper and shoving them down along with his boxers before flinging them across your room. And you stare at what he’s now made bare to you. 

His cock hangs heavy with its own aroused weight, the tip red and leaking precum. The heavy length of him molds perfectly into his hips, his bones only protruding slightly, enough to only make him look strong, lean yet still soft. The thatch of dark hair at the base of his cock trails upwards onto his belly, just until his belly button and something carnal inside of you begs you to shove your nose, your face against it. 

Your mouth waters almost too quickly, something Pavlovian about it; like you were made, trained to crave him. Like this wasn’t the first time, like you knew and were familiar with how much you’d want him, need him inside of every single hole. Made for him. 

“Eddie…”

He spits into his palm, wrapping it around his cock and then smearing it across himself, pumping, once twice before he’s towering over you again. One arm by your head, the other leaving his cock momentarily to push your knee up to your chest, crushing you underneath his weight. You hold your legs there without being told to, your wet sticky cunt on what should be a shameful, embarrassing display for him but you’re so needy, so desperate for him that you couldn’t care less. Your parents could wake up and you’d still beg Eddie to fuck you despite it all. 

Eddie runs the head of his cock through your glossy folds, your hips automatically twitch upwards into him and he smiles, his cheeks a furious red, his golden sweaty chest heaving with labored breath, much like your own. 

“Fuck, please - please, need it so bad.”

You look up at him then, hovering above you with those big wet eyes of yours. His features are dark in the night of your room, everything around him such a contrast in aesthetic, in feel. Where your room is soft, warm and welcoming, Eddie is dark, imposing and sharp - everything should lead you to be scared of him, to be timid in this situation but you only spread your legs further, pussy desperate to suck him into your core. 

Eddie notices, notices you watching him, observing him so vulnerable and he smiles, leaning down to connect your lips together in a messy ensemble the exact moment he begins to spear you open on his cock. He kisses you and your mouth parts in a broken gasp, unable to kiss back while he just settles for licking at your open lips, nibbling at the lust swollen petals. 

He groans into your open mouth, letting you swallow it down, watching your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head just from the pure stretch of him breaching you for the first time. It’s a lot. He’s much bigger than you had anticipated, and you’re tighter than he had envisioned, even when he had you on his fingers - he worries briefly that he hasn’t prepared you enough, that he’s hurting you but your thighs fall open for him and your back and pelvis are arching perfectly, letting him in deeper until he swears he feels the end of you. 

Eddie closes his eyes, pressing his forehead against yours and rolls his hips, drawing out, then pushing back in and shivering at the way you suck him in desperately, at the crude, wet sounds your pussy’s already making. He’s barely fucked you yet. 

He was quiet in the lead up, barely able to contain himself, so focused on just getting inside of you that he could barely speak. But now that he’s got his cock wet, now that he could feel your gummy walls clenching him like a vice - all of hell’s breaking loose in his mind now.

“Fuuuucckk, fucking- pretty girl, you feel so good oh-” He moans, voice broken and hoarse and desperate as he surges his hips into yours again, his thrusts much too slow for your liking. 

You anticipate his onslaught, you wait for his hips to dig into yours abusively but it never comes, he stays just like this, feeding his cock to your pussy in slow, mind numbing drags. You can hear how wet you are, you both can - the creamy drag of every inch of his cock through your body. It’s sickening.

“M-More. Harder, please.” You beg, legs going high, tightening on his waist, your arms around his back, nails threatening to pierce his taught, muscular skin. 

Eddie growls, stilling his hips for a moment before continuing to push himself into you at his own pace. You whine, desperate for him, desperate for more, for him to hurt you in the way dances the line between pain and pleasure. 

“I won’t break,” You pant, voice quiet and needy, “I can take it, E-Eddie. promise.”

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut as he swallows a groan, his cock reaching something deep inside of you and he curls into you, burying his face into your neck, breathing you in and willing himself not to spill himself inside of you just yet. 

He can’t get close enough, he needs to be all the way inside you, he needs you to feel him in your stomach, your throat. He never wants to leave, never wants to not be inside of you again. 

“Baby,” He practically whines, “c-can’t, just wanna take care of you, wanna feel you all over.” 

You grumble something unannoyed, unhappy with his rejection to give you more, to fuck you dumb stupid harder. After seeing what he was capable of tonight, what he did for you - something dark and twisted had grown in your gut, had blossomed into something totally unholy and you needed him in a way you didn't think you could want a man. You want him violently, you want him rough, mean - you want him to do to you what he did to that man only with an edge of softness around his violence. You want him scary and intimidating, you want him whispering filth, near threats in your ear in between kisses and harsh thrusts of his cock inside you, the same one that was giving it to you almost luxuriously slow.  

“W-What you did, Eddie- fuck, want you to be rough with me. Please, please, please.”

But Eddie meant it when he said that he can’t. After seeing you so vulnerable, so small and fragile in comparison to the world, that scary idiotic scum of a man who tried to hurt you - he couldn’t think to handle you the same way he had handled him. He won’t lie, something twists in his gut at your pure desperation for him to be rough with you, to get manhandled and roughed up around the edges all by his hand - how he usually fucks. But he can’t tonight, not this time, not with you, he can’t he can’t he can’t  -

“I don’t care,” he growls suddenly, hips stuttering into your own, cock drilling into you for a near painful second and you screech before Eddie’s clamping his hand over your mouth. Oh right, you’re in your room, your parents asleep just down the hall. 

“I-I don’t care how you want it. You’re going to take what I give you and daddy needs it slow right now, okay angel?”

You swear your eyes roll into the back of your head. He did not just refer to himself as-

You clench around him. Eddie groans, hands on your hips tightening their grip and you mewl for him. 

The way he calls you angel is nearly menacing and you have to bite back a smile on your lips at the slip of his character. You nod your head, his hips unrelenting this whole time and you’ve nearly gone cockdrunk already. Eddie smiles, burying his head back into your neck, licking and sucking like he wants to swallow you whole and continues what he promised to do. 

So Eddie fucks you how he wants. He fucks you slow, languid, like he has all the time in the world and it has tears welling in your eyes as you cling onto him for dear life. You nails anchor themselves into his muscular back, trying to root yourself here, in this reality, where you’re fucking your best friend in the middle of the night while cicadas chirp outside, and the neighbourhood is asleep, clueless to your affair. 

He sucks on your neck until he swears he can taste blood seeping through your pretty skin, till you’re all marked and bruised and painted in him and he’s desperate for more, needs more but he doesn’t know how much closer to you he can get. Eddie’s already enveloped you whole, his entire body laid flat, tight against your own while his hips and cock rut desperately into your molten core. 

“D-Don’t, don’t wanna stop- don’t ever wanna stop fucking you, sweetheart. Your pussy- fuck your pussy’s so fucking good, so tight around me- shit.” 

You moan at his incessant babbling, his loose tongue and swollen lips promising to sink you if he doesn’t stop fucking talking like this, like he’s obsessed with you. 

He is. 

“Eddie- oh my god.” You break around a particularly hard thrust, the coarse hair at the base of his cock grinding against your clit and you see white, something painful and blinding building in your core. 

“I would have killed him, you know?” He says suddenly and something kin to an eruption flares up inside of you. Red and burning and devastating. 

I know I know I know you want to respond but you can’t because suddenly he’s fucking you harder - not faster, but rough and hard and precise like he’s trying to break through something inside of you. You swear you can feel him in your stomach. 

It comes out a garbled mess, between moans, whines and hiccups. “I-I…. I know.” 

Eddie hums or growls. His voice deep and raspy and booming through his chest, you can feel it vibrate through your own from how tightly pressed to you he is. 

“Do you?” He asks, his voice laced with challenge and your pussy tightens around him menacingly. 

“Do you know how much further I would have gone, what I would have done to him if he - fuck - if he hurt you?”

You shake your head from side to side, tears spilling down your hot cheeks and Eddie licks them away as you cry for him. 

“I’d kill anyone for you, I’d fucking kill anyone who tried to hurt you like that.”

“Eddie-” You moan, but it’s no use. He’s going to make you cum. 

“I promise, pretty baby, baby angel, my good girl- Jesus, I promise.”

“Eddie I’m- I’m gonna cum-”

He speeds up, gives you a sliver of what you had begged for earlier. He fucks you a little rougher and suddenly you can’t see anything, your eyes screwed shut, hands tangling themselves in his long hair and your thighs squeezing him like you’re afraid he’ll leave you. 

Eddie whispers to you, “You’re so safe with me, do it baby. Fucking cum for me.” 

And you cum as if on command. Your back arches like a bow into his body, you swear you would have levitated into the heavens had his body not been anchoring yours down to your bed. 

Eddie feels you gush around his cock and he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face almost subconsciously, so fucking proud of you, so obsessed with the way your cunt rythmically clenches and unclenches around him, coating him in your sweet, sticky cyprine that soaks both of your thighs. Messy girl. 

“Thaaat’s it, that’s a good fucking girl.” He keens, watching you as you fall apart beneath him, leaning forward and pressing kisses all over your face. 

He can feel his own end nearing, the tight spasms of your cunt sending him threatening to send him into oblivion. It will, it does. 

Eddie leans into you so that his chest is pressed tightly to yours, so much so that you can barely breathe in anything that’s not him. His groans rumble throughout his chest like thunder, loud and deafening and all consuming - yet utterly beautiful. He sounds beautiful like this. Completely broken for you. 

His cheeks are pink, deep and rosy and soft as he smushes his face to yours, his tongue going hot into your mouth and licking into you like you’re candy. 

“M’gonna cum,” he mumbles, pressing the promise into your open mouth. “Gonna cum inside of you, okay?” 

You whine your assent, happy and delighted and you nod your head against his even though Eddie wasn’t really asking. There was no way in hell he wasn’t cumming inside of you tonight. He needs to feel it, needs to feel his hot spend seep into you and then gush out when he fucks it deeper. He needs to make a mess of you. 

“Yeah? Gonna let me fill this pretty pussy up?”

“Uh huh,” You moan, over and over again, cock drunk and stupid and so so pretty with your eyes all glassy, Eddie thinks. So pretty with not a single thought in your head besides how good he’s making you feel. 

His hips speed upas he pistons his cock into three, four, five more times and he’s cumming so fucking hard, impossibly deep inside you. You can practically feel him filling you up to the brim, can feel it gush out around his cock and onto both of your thighs, your ass and your mattress underneath you. 

Eddie quivers, he groans and nearly growls deep in his chest, so much so that it reverberates through you and you cling to him impossibly tight, with your pussy and arms like he could vanish from you at any second - like you need him bound to you.

You whine as you feel his cum leak onto your thighs, the sticky squelch of it as he pushes it deeper. 

“O-Oh my god.” You cry, overstimulation an oncoming threat. 

Eddie just laughs, a bit breathless and exhausted. 

He collapses onto your chest. You hold him there, your hands immediately tangling themselves in his sweaty hair. Fuck he smells good, how does he still smell so good after that. Cheap cologne, blood and sweat and metal. It’s intoxicating. 

You both stay like that for a while, maybe an hour. You can’t tell, lost in the way his ragged breathing slows to a crawl, soft like a kitten’s, fanning over your bare chest. His hands are at your sides, gripping you just as tightly as you grip him. 

Eddie still has his rings on. His knuckles have split open again and you’ll need to clean your sheets. The blood had seeped from his knuckles down to his rings, the rings that leave imprints in your skin as he digs his nails into you - so you can be bound to each other. 

[strangermarvelss]

partners?- e.m

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: you've been working together with dustin on some side work and eddie gets jealous

Warnings: bit of angst but not really, wingman!dustin, fluffy end

Request: Yes

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: another lovely request! hope i did your dream justice lol. enjoy! -sava

“Tonight at 7 work for you Dustin?” You ask, lunch tray in hand as you and then freshman boy walk closer to his lunch table. The two of you stop when you approach the well known Hellfire table, you looking up and flashing the boys a smile, your eyes lingering on the repeat senior Eddie Munson for a few moments before hearing Dustin respond.

“Yeah, 7 is good. Can you drive me though?” He asks. 

“How about I just meet you at your house?” You question. You watch him nod and jump for a second, before bidding him and the other boys goodbye and head off to eat with the rest of the cheer squad. You plop yourself down next to the other girls in your usual seat and begin eating your food.

“I’m totally telling Suzie,” Mike teases as Dustin sits next to him. He scoffs at the Wheeler boy and begins unpacking the lunch his mother prepared for him.

“Yeah, like how could you? Does Never Ending Story mean nothing to you anymore?” Lucas says with sarcasm dripping in his tone. The table erupts into a fit of giggles, causing your head to perk up for a moment from your own. You always admired the Hellfire club, even with them being labeled as outcasts and freaks. They were unapologetically themselves and it was something you wish you could do yourself.

“Will you guys give it a rest? She’s coming over to work on our programing project, we just got paired together last period,” Dustin explains to the table. At the head of the table, the Dungeon Master himself was watching the curly haired freshman with an envious look, his big round eyes beginning to twitch. He felt a nudge come from his side and looked over, causing him to drop his bag of mini pretzels on the table.

“You alright there, Eddie?” Gareth asks. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” The metalhead retorts, scoffing and picking his pretzels up and jamming them in his mouth.

“Oh, I don’t know, just saw you staring daggers at the freshmen over there who has plans with your girl,” Gareth responds back. Eddie’s eyes are quick to glare at him as the table falls silent, a few “oohs” scattering around.

“Your girl? You’ve never even talked to her,” Mike says matter-of-factly. Lucas nudges him in his side, cause Mike to yelp out an in pain.

“Wait, Eddie…do you like Y/N?” Dustin asks him. Everyone’s eyes were now on Eddie once again, a blush beginning to form at his cheeks that he quickly tries to wipe away, which ultimately doesn’t help.

“Shut it Wheeler. And keep your voice down Henderson!” Eddie replies, looking over at the sea of jocks in hopes you weren’t able to hear the conversation from where you sat. He watches your eyes beam as you talk with your other cheer friends, the smile on your face stretching from ear to ear as the bow in your hair moves frantically as you speak. Good, you didn’t hear them.

“Eddie’s had a crush on her since last year, but has been too chicken shit to do anything about it. He just stares and hopes from a far,” Jeff explains to the freshmen members. Eddie was getting physically embarrassed, trying to hide his face and reactions from the truth being spilt out into the open.

“Didn’t know you had a thing for cheerleaders Ed,” Dustin says, shoveling a cracker into his mouth. Eddie rolls his eyes and begins to pick at his pretzels a bit.

“Not just any ol’ cheerleader Henderson,” he begins, looking over to the table where you remained. “Just her.”

“Awwww,” the entire Hellfire table said in unison, making Eddie jump from his seat and beginning to throw his trash away.

“Oh bite me.”

The lunch bell springs to life, notifying everyone to stream out of the cafeteria and back to their regularly scheduled academics. One by one, the Hellfire members rise from their seats and discard of their trash, making their way out of the cafeteria in groups. 

“Henderson, wait up,” Eddie calls out, jogging to walk with Dustin towards his next class. “Hey I was wondering, if, uh-you could talk me up to Y/N tonight? You know, casually, make sure its organic. Don’t force it, ya know?” he rambles to the boy. Dustin claps his hand on Eddie’s shoulder and nods.

“Yeah, I’ll see what comes up and make sure to tell her you’re a catch,” he says with a smile. Eddie returns his smile, then flinches when the warning bell rings.

“Shit, can’t be late. Thanks man, I appreciate it!” He exclaims as he scurries down the hall, trying not to be late to Miss O’Donell’s class for who knows however many times now.

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You pull up to the address Dustin gave you after school when you were on your way to cheer practice, turning the engine to your car off and climbing out with your backpack in hand. You walk up the path and knock on the door, quickly greeted by a blonde woman with a warm smile. 

“You must be Dustin’s partner, Y/N. Dusty! Your partner is here!” She exclaims. She shifts to the side and her hand motions you to step inside, allowing you to match her smile and step through the threshold. You look around for a moment, taking in the cozy nature of Dustin’s home, with family photos and baby pictures scattered around the living room. It warmed your heart seeing people’s domestic life, especially someone as sweet as Dustin.

“Hey, Y/N! Follow me, my room is this way,” Dustin greets you, that braces filled smile growing on his face. You head down the hallway following him.

“Remember to keep your door open Dusty since you’re in there with a girl!” she exclaims sweetly down the hall. You chuckle to yourself as Dustin turns to you, cheeks bright red and an embarrassed look on his face, causing you to giggle.

“Mom!” He yelps out, his voice cracking a little with the hitch pitch tone. You set you bag down next to you as you take a seat on his desk, looking around at all the posters on his wall and figures scattered across various surfaces. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s all good,” you laugh out, bending down to retrieve your books and pencil from your backpack. The two of you begin to bounce ideas off one another in an attempt to get some kind of footing for your project, the lightbulbs flashing for you both once an idea finally landing. Programming was kind of something you wanted to get into, as nerdy as it might sound. You were feeling a lack of passion lately, with the same routine every day putting you in a slump. Wake up, eat, go to school, cheer practice, the Friday night games for both football and basketball with the change of the season quickly approaching, go home, sleep, repeat. It was getting tiresome and you thought signing up for the new programming elective would be an interesting twist.

You go to put your books back in your bag as the two of you continue to talk, searching for some blank flashcards to write down your idea and some methods you both thought would make for a successful project when your walkman falls out, along with the tape you’d found solace in recently. 

“Is that a Metallica tape?” Dustin asks you. You pick it up and hold it close to you, smiling at the freshman’s question.

“Yeah, it’s been my go to tape for a few weeks now. I’m trying to expand my interests and I really vibe with their music,” you explain, playing around with the tape for a bit before putting it back in your bag. 

“You know,” Dustin begins, shifting a bit on his bed causing you to raise your eyebrows at him. “Eddie, you know Eddie, right? Course you do, everyone does. Anyway, h-he likes Metallica too. I bet he could give you some recommendations for some other bands. Only if you’re interested of course.”

“You really think he’d do that for me?” You question, a blush creeping up your neck and onto the apples of your cheeks, which you try to cover up a bit.

“Yeah of course! He loves giving music suggestions. Why wouldn’t he do that for you?” Dustin asks. 

“I dunno…I just feel like he’d never go for anyone like me-shit, I mean talk to someone like me. He always goes on those rants in the cafeteria about popularity being a construct and how jocks and the, freaks, as he calls them, I don’t think of them like that, don’t get along and, uh. Yeah I dunno,” you ramble on, your hands making weird attempts to distract Dustin from your words as you speak. You scratch the back of your neck, embarrassment seeping into your bones and you feel the boy’s eyes staring at you, his jaw slightly agape.

“Go for anyone like you? Y/N…do you like Eddie?” He questions again. Man this kid had a lot of questions. You turn to look at him, trying to hide the smile on your face as you nod.

“You cannot tell him though. I know your club is close but Dustin, I’m begging you not to say anything, please?” You ask, scooting his desk chair closer to him and placing your hands on his shoulders to show him just how serious you were. He nods and you remove your hands, a relieved sigh quickly soothing you from any worries you had felt within the last few minutes. “Alright, well I should probably get back home and work on my other homework for the night.”

You stand from his chair as you gather the last of your things and walk out into the hallway of the Henderson household. You flash a smile at Dustin’s mother, who was in a rocking recliner chair holding their family cat. You walk out the door and down the path again when you hear Dustin calling after you, turning on your heel slightly to meet his gaze.

“Come sit with us at lunch tomorrow. We can talk more about the project, and maybe Eddie will give you some suggestions on music too,” he offers. You nod and wave him goodbye, hopping into your car with a smile as you turn the engine one once again and pull out of his driveway. 

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Smiling at the lunch lady, you take your tray and walk towards the Hellfire table and take a deep breath. Being nervous about sitting with the club was not something you were used to. You knew them all briefly, exchanging pleasantries when you saw them around the school, which made the other girls on your cheer squad question your sanity, but you didn’t care. They were nice guys and you wished the rest of the school could see them that way.

As you approach the table, you see Dustin look over his shoulder and smile at you, waving you over. You return the smile and scoot pass a few people to get to the open seat, which was right next to Eddie.

“Hey guys,” you greet them, setting your tray down and pulling the chair out to plop down in. You notice the guys staring at you, even the frizzy haired metalhead, blinking a few times as if to make sure this was really happening.

“Uh, hey, Y/N. What’cha doin’ at our table?” Eddie asks you, his chocolatey eyes making contact with yours. You feel your heart quite literally skip a beat, never having been this close in proximity to Eddie, only longing and staring at him from a far. His big eyes were intimidating yet hypnotizing, feeling as if you could swim in the brown sea of his irises. You quickly realize you were staring, and snap out of it before it become creepy.

“Y/N and I were going to talk more about our project. Hope you all don’t mind her joining us today,” Dustin answers for you, looking around the table as everyone nods. You look back over at Eddie, who kept his eyes on you for a moment, before being pulled away by Dustin’s voice, discussing the project a little. Picking at your food a bit, you and Dustin come to a mutual understanding of how you want the project to be completed and agree to a schedule so you can both get a good grade when the project comes due in a few weeks.

“By the way Eddie,” Dustin abruptly says with a snap of his fingers, causing you to jump a little. Your eyes look towards Eddie, who stares at the freshman boy with annoyance, making you giggle just a bit. “I was wondering if you had some music recommendations? Y/N here recently got into Metallica and was talking with me about getting some insights on other bands to listen to.” 

Eddie blinks for a second, his eyes darting between you and Dustin for a moment. 

“You, Y/N L/N…like Metallica?” He asks simply, his face deadpanned and voice treading lightly. You nod your head and slowly look away from him, starting to feel slightly embarrassed.

“Uh, yeah. I got into them a few weeks ago.”

“Hmm, interesting. Well I’m not one to judge a book by its cover. So there’s this band called-“ Eddie begins to say, but is interrupted by the sharp sound of the lunch bell. He lets out a dramatic groan and rises from his seat in order to throw his trash away, which you follow suit. 

“Do you want to tell me about them on the way to O’Donnell’s? Since we have the class together?” You ask him, digging your hands into the pockets of your jeans. You watch his smile grow, his dimples coming to life as he nods and begins to walk with you towards class. As the two of you walk out of the cafeteria, Dustin begins to jump around and scream in excitement. 

“My plan totally worked! I am the best wingman ever.”

[amatchinwater]

Your Eddie / Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: You (adoptive Carver sibling) go with Chrissy to her drug deal with Eddie, only to become jealous watching him flirt with her the whole time. Needing to make a buy of your own, you head to Eddie's trailer that night and end up telling him how you feel.

Words: 2628

Warnings: 18+ (language and drugs), could be seen as possessive behavior, light angst

a/n: this is my first imagine and ST fic and I'm super nervous...do it scared, right? Okay, fuck, here we go. Feel free to send a request if you'd like, I have two other ideas I'm working on. (Master list)

Not my gif, credit to creator!!

“You’re doing what?” You ask, trying your best not to shriek the word. 

“Meeting Eddie in the woods during lunch,” Chrissy shrugs her shoulder like it’s the most normal thing she’s ever said. “He said that he has something that could help me sleep. And get rid of the headaches I’ve been having lately.” 

“Drugs, Chris, he has drugs to sell you.” You’re not opposed to drugs, you’ve smoked plenty of times and see Reefer Rick more than Chrissy lately and she’s your best friend. It’s more so the fact that Ms. Perfect Head Cheerleader is willingly doing this that has you so shocked. “Are they really that bad?” You ask, wanting to make sure that she’s tried everything first. Her parents are super strict and you don’t want her to get in trouble. 

Not to mention your brother is a bit of a dick. No matter how much Jason claims he loves and cares about Chrissy, he’d flip his shit if he knew she turned to drugs. Even more so that said drugs came from Eddie Munson. ‘Freak of Hawkins High’ as your dear brother likes to call him. 

“I’m at the point of trying anything if it will make it stop,” Chrissy sighs, mouth drooping into a pout, “please come with me. It’s not that I don’t trust Eddie, I just don’t know what I’m doing. But you do. Please,” she draws out the word, resorting to pleading hands and slightly bouncing, making her blonde ponytail sway back and forth. 

With a groan, you bite your lip, “fine,” putting your hands on her shoulders to make her stop bouncing. “Let’s go,” you throw your arm over her, heading towards the exit. “I was actually looking forward to lunch today, you know. You owe me a burger.”

“Deal,” Chrissy giggles, returning your embrace as you both head for the woods. 

“If he tries to charge you more than forty, we’re leaving,” you say watching Chrissy sit down at the picnic table. She turns to protest, but you cut her off. “I will get you stuff from my guy. But I won’t let you be overcharged just because you have a pretty face, okay?” 

“And this is why I love you,” she beams a pearly white smile at you.

You roll your eyes playfully, “yeah, yeah, love you too, Chris.” 

“Chrissy Cunningham and Y/N Carver,” Eddie’s voice startles you from where you’re leaning against a tree. “Hawkins High sweethearts here to make a drug deal.” You roll your eyes at the comment, you may be a Carver by name, but you’re not a sweetheart. “Did our little town turn into the Twilight Zone and no one told me?” He grins, making your heart flutter. 

The whole reason you didn’t really want to be here. It’s not the drug deal. It’s not that you’re missing lunch to be here. It’s Eddie. The fearless leader of Hellfire that you’ve been in love with since freshman year. His brown eyes that are nearly black and so fucking hypnotizing. Curly hair that you just want to run your finger through and braid if he’d let you just so you had an excuse to touch it. God, and the rings adorning his fingers shining with the little wave he gives you while grinning. 

That fucking grin. 

It kills you every time you see it. Especially when it turns sinister towards Jason. You’re grateful for your adoptive family and love them in earnest. But your brother is a grade A dickhead. It’s nice to watch him get knocked down a peg or two every now and then. 

You’d been so busy thinking about Eddie that you didn’t even notice real Eddie already sat at the table with Chrissy, flipping open his metal box. You push off the tree to join them, sitting on the dead wood, thankful you chose ripped jeans today because surely this table is splinter city. 

“You really don’t remember me?” Eddie asks Chrissy. 

You cross your arms over your chest, knowing she probably doesn’t. She even says as much. Then Eddie throws himself off the bench, rolling in the leaves before hopping up. Causing a fit of giggles to bubble from your best friend’s chest. 

“Is there something in my hair?” He teases, brushing leaves and small twigs from his wild curls. 

What you wouldn’t give to be able to do that for him. Instead, you’re sitting here stewing. Watching the one guy you’ve had a crush on your entire high school career flirt with Chrissy. It really shouldn’t sting this much. You’ve had maybe three interactions with Eddie if you don’t count the times you’ve been partnered up in classes. Forced conversations don’t really count, now, do they? And Chris is beautiful. It’s not hard to see or understand someone- everyone- wanting to be with her. 

It just sucks that it’s Eddie. You tune out their entire exchange, opting to pick at a chipped part of the table. Until the giggles cease and you see the bag of weed get offered to Chrissy.

“Twenty bucks, whaddya say?” 

Chris looks at you in silent question. You examine the bag, seeing a decent amount of bud in the bag considering the price tag. Biting away the snort at the proof that he really must have a thing for her if he’s selling it for that cheap. You nod at her. 

“So glad you approve, princess,” Eddie says to you as Chrissy pays him and takes the bag. 

“Princess?” Chrissy’s face scrunches sweetly, asking the question burning the tip of your own tongue. 

A slight pink color stains his cheeks, gesturing between you two. “Queen of Hawkins High,” he points at your best friend. “Can’t have two queens, so,” Eddie makes a weird gesture, face getting redder, “so, princess. It made sense in my head,” he adds, closing the metal box, slinging his jacket and vest back over his arms. “Come find me if you need more,” Eddie gets up and walks away, “you, too, princess.”

“Thanks Eddie!” Chris calls at his retreating back. 

“Anytime,” he raises the ‘rock on’ symbol, sauntering through the trees.

After school, you make dinner for yourself since Jason is out for the game and your parents are away on some romantic getaway they just had to take. It’s whatever. You’re pretty used to fending for yourself before you were adopted, so it’s not like you’re incapable of cooking a meal. You just can’t seem to shake the irritation from watching Eddie and Chris from earlier. Maybe if you had told literally anyone how you felt about him, you wouldn’t have this giant green monster on your back. 

Who are you kidding? Of course you would. It would just be ten times worse because then you’d have to deal with the pity. But you know Chrissy. If anything she was just being nice to Eddie since he had what she wanted. Something of which you could desperately use right now. So once the dishes are cleaned, you head upstairs to your room for your stash. Completely forgetting that the last time you’d smoked, you’d used the last of it. 

“Shit,” you close the small tin, tucking it back between your mattress. Guess it’s time to call Reefer Rick again. Grumbling to yourself, you go right back downstairs to the phone and dial his number. It rings endlessly until the line finally clicks over to voicemail. You try calling three more times, meeting his voicemail every time. “Dammit,” you groan, slamming the phone back on the receiver. 

Not wanting to go to bed without it, knowing it will calm you more than anything and more than likely make you forget about earlier today for a time, you contemplate your options. You could just drive out to Rick’s. But his rules are to call first. Unyielding even. There’s only one other person in this town that you could get weed from: Eddie. Except you don’t have his phone number. But everyone in school knows where he lives. 

If you want a good night's sleep, you’re going to have to go there, hope he’s home, and hope that he has enough left to sell you. Hell, even if it’s just one spare joint, you’ll take it. You can manage to buy from him without making a total fool out of yourself. That’s totally a thing you’re capable of doing. 

Your body doesn’t seem to really care, because your hands have already grabbed your keys and backpack so that you have your wallet too and you’re walking out the front door into the night. 

Thankfully when you pull up to the trailer, Eddie’s van is sitting outside. Killing the engine, you drum your fingers on the steering wheel in hopes of expunging your nervous energy. “Don’t be a pussy, Y/N/N, you can do this,” you pump yourself up, yanking the keys from the ignition and practically throwing yourself out of the car. Hopping on the porch, your knuckles rap on the white door, trying to be louder than the music. 

It worked, because the music stops and after a few fumbling noises the front door yanks open, revealing Eddie still in his Hellfire raglan. “Carver,” he says in surprise, grinning as he leans against the doorframe, “to what do I owe the pleasure?” 

“Rick isn’t answering his phone,” you say, cutting right to the chase. Refusing to be enthralled by his presence when you know how he feels about Chrissy. It’s doing a really good job of making you feel bitter. “I was hoping you had more of what you sold to Chris.”

“Ouch,” his face scrunches, tone playful as he splays a hand over his chest, “I’m your second option?” 

You lift a shoulder in a half shrug, “why go through his dealer when I can get it from the source?” You nod your head to the side, “well, usually. Not tonight apparently.” 

“Fair enough,” Eddie grins again, dropping his hand and opening the door more. Waving his hand in the opening he says, “come on in, princess.” Your boot hovers over the threshold, nerves tickling your stomach again. At your hesitance, Eddie drops his voice, “I promise I won’t bite.”

I’d probably like it if you did. 

Shaking the thought from your head, you enter the trailer, waiting in the living room for him to close the door, admiring the wall of hats. “Collector?” You ask to fill the silence, curiosity getting the best of you. 

“They’re my uncles,” Eddie informs you, pointing towards the hallway, “stash is in my room. Anything particular you were looking for?” He asks, leading you through the trailer to his bedroom. “Hello, sweetheart,” Eddie strums his guitar strings, spinning on his heels to face you. 

You can’t help the small laugh at the act. The feeling of earlier might still be playing on a loop in your head, but seeing him be such a goof warms your heart. It’s not possible for it to not affect you no matter how hard you fight it. Eddie is attractive all around. And it’s chipping away at your defenses and you didn’t even process he was speaking to you until a hand waves in your face. 

“Yo,” Eddie whistles, waving his hand again to snap you back to the room, “off in fantasy land, princess?” He smiles at you. 

“I’m fine,” you reply a little harsher than you meant to. But trying to reign yourself in from being in Eddie fucking Munson’s room worked a little too well. Feelings for Chris or not, he’s the last person you want to be a bitch to.

Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against his dresser, “what gives, Carver?” But he doesn’t sound angry. Or even look put off, to be honest. “I know you’re snarky, but what happened to the little smiles I usually get?” 

You freeze on the spot. Because if Eddie has noticed all the small smiles you’ve ever thrown his way, that means he’s noticed all the times you’ve caught yourself staring at him. Embarrassed with yourself, you stare at the carpet. Not wanting to admit that the reason you’re so bent out of shape is that your crush doesn’t like you. So you shove your own arms over your chest and grumble, “it’s nothing.” 

“No, no,” Eddie gets in your space, lifting your chin with his pointer, causing your breath to hitch and your eyes to widen. “Talk to me, sweet girl.” Sure, totally. If you could fucking breathe! “You used to be able to talk to me,” the finger falls from your chin along with his voice. Dropping to just above a whisper. Gentle. Soft. He takes a step back.

Utter shock washes over your face. When you first became a Carver, you were in middle school and had no friends. Jason was hitting puberty and wasn’t much help. You found yourself at the very picnic table you sat at with Chrissy and Eddie. And found a freshman drawing up plans for a D&D campaign. He was the first person to be nice to you. Eddie listened to you when you told him about adjusting to having a family was harder than you thought. 

Neither of you made it back to school that day you’d talked so long.  You didn’t think he’d remember that. 

It’s what planted the seeds for your crush on him. Once you started high school the following year, there was never a chance for you. Hook line and sinker right from the start.

But Eddie wants Chrissy.

The words spill from your mouth before you can stop them, “Chrissy!” You exclaim, unable to help yourself. Scoffing a laugh, “I love her, don’t get me wrong, but it’s always fucking Chrissy. She’s the one everyone wants. Not even you can help but flirt with her.”

Eddie laughs. Honest to god laughs. “You’re serious?” His eyes light up and he smiles. You glare at him. “Oh, you are serious,” Eddie chuckles under his breath, “okay.” He gets back in your space, ring clad hand rising to brush his fingers along your jaw and tsks when you lean into the touch. “Oh, princess, that wasn’t flirting. This is flirting.” 

Eddie is saying it more to your mouth than he is to your face. A fact you realize only once those dark eyes drag away from your lips. It’s really hot and your heart is pounding away in your ribcage trying to make an escape. You want to say something, anything, but there’s a fist in your throat preventing any words from coming out. 

His hand cups your face, thumb grazing along the skin, “Chrissy is great, sure.” Eddie licks his lip, never looking away from you as he moves a stray hair from your forehead, “but what good is a knight without his princess?” 

You sputter a laugh, “did you just use D&D as a pickup line on me?” 

“Did it work?” Eddie twists his face funnily. 

Another laugh pushes past your lips and you nod in his hand, “of course it did.” He could’ve beckoned you with one finger and your knees would give out. A cheesy line that’s just so Eddie is perfection. 

“Good,” he whispers, leaning in slow enough to give you a chance to pull back before his lips meet yours. It’s feather light and lasts all of a second, “my princess,” murmured against your mouth. 

You let out a soft whine at the declaration, crashing your lips back to Eddie’s as your fingers curl in his shirt to keep him close. “My Eddie?” You pant, eyes searching his, hoping this means what you want it to.

“Your Eddie,” he agrees, pulling you back in with a smile on his face. 

[wtfsteveharrington]

ohhhhh “Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.” with jealous eddie would be so good

thank you for requesting my love! gn!reader & 754 words. fluffy with a lil tension!

Eddie always did his best campaign writing when you were around. He can't explain it... Something about your presence boosted his creativity. That’s how you often got roped into sitting at the infamous D&D table while Eddie furiously scribbles down ideas, crossing some out almost instantly, and talking himself through the scenarios. 

You grab a hold of his hand, pulling his wrist towards your face so you can check his watch. “Shit, I gotta go.” Eddie is offended. Snapping his arm back towards his body and holding it protectively against his chest. “Already? Woah, woah, woah... You can’t just gimme another hour? We’re onto some really great shit right now and I don’t wanna lose this energy.” 

In all honesty you didn’t have any pressing plans. You’d been putting off cleaning and doing laundry and made a promise to yourself that you’d get it all done tonight. Your self imposed curfew passed a half an hour ago and you knew you’d be here all night if you weren’t careful. 

But where’s the fun in that? 

So, as you’re collecting your things, you decide to play a game. “I’ve got a date, Eddie. Won’t look good if I’m late, will it?” Giggling to yourself while Eddie goes stiff in his chair. Eyes squinting almost as if he can smell the bullshit. “No fuckin’ way. With who? You woulda told me by now.” Your laughter’s cut off by an offended scoff. What, he thinks you couldn’t get a date? Now you’re committed. 

“Maybe I’m trying to keep it a secret - Ever thought of that? Big, bad Eddie Munson has a history of scaring people away from dating me.” He’s always unimpressed with whoever you show interest in. No one’s ever quite good enough it seems. “Yeah, well maybe I’m doing you a favorite by scaring them away. Ever thought about it that way, Sweetheart?” Words laced with some emotion you couldn’t quite place. 

If you weren’t careful this joke was on the fast pace to becoming an actual fight. Maybe you were a little stubborn for your own good. “Guess we’ll see what happens, huh?” Great, now you’ve gotta create some backstory for this fake date tonight. Eddie’s staying silent while you throw your book bag on your shoulders. 

You extend an arm out to filp him off as a joke, making it all the way until you’re standing behind his back when suddenly there’s a firm grip on your wrist that’s keeping you from leaving. Silent, thick tension in the air as you’re now frozen in place. 

It’s Eddie that speaks first. “Don’t go on that date.” 

Oh. 

You’re biting down on your lip, not trying to pull yourself from his grasp. “Why?” He’s not missing a beat, “You know why.” 

You’re taking a step back now to face him. Eddie’s eyes on trained on the papers littering the table, refusing to meet your glance but keeping the tight grip on your arm. The two of you had danced around this for awhile now. Late nights spent at each other’s houses, inside jokes that could send the both of you into tears, always looking for each other in a crowded room. Emotions always bubbling beneath the surface but both of you too worried to mess up your friendship. 

All of that quickly going out the window. 

“Say it.” Which makes Eddie inhale sharply, finally looking up at you. “Because I wanna be the only one you go out with. Okay? And if that feeling is mutual? Cancel your plans with whatever loser thinks they’re good enough for you, give me a second to pack my shit, and I’ll take you on any date you want. Just-... Give me a chance, yeah?” Your heart’s giving a tug of emotion you can’t quite place as you break out into a wide grin. Pulling his hand towards you once again except this time you’re pressing a kiss against one of his rings. 

“Can I tell you something?” Eddie’s nervous for your reply, taking a second before giving you a tentative nod and stealing his spine for whatever comes next. “I had a hot date with my bed, Munson. Not exactly steep competition. But even if it were? I’d pick you.” 

He’s playfully shoving you away, bright laughter filling the room as he starts picking up the table. “You’re a real ass, you know that?” Which leads you to flip him off as you make your way towards the door. “Your ass now. Better get used to it.” 

[vivaamor]

crystal clear

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence (bullying), jason carver *pukes*, friends to lovers

relationships: eddie munson/ female reader

summary: you finally realize what's right in front of you

"so, what'd you guys do last night?" you asked, drinking from one of the caprisun's from mike's fridge, flattening out the skirt of your cheer uniform as you take a seat on the old couch in the wheeler's basement.

eddie sits cross legged next to you, his feet tucked in. "well, lucas, mike, will, and i played some dungeons and dragons. i don't know whatever hopscotch shit dustin was doing, but it certainly wasn't dungeons and dragons."

"hey, screw you, man! the game you set up last night was fuckin' hard!" he whines back, pouting at eddie, then at the other boys as they chime in about how badly dustin played. you giggle to yourself and eddie sends a wink your way.

you'd known eddie since sophomore year, only having known the other boys for a little over a year now since eddie met them when they joined hellfire. eddie hadn't changed since sophomore year. he was still the same sarcastic, nerdy, clumsy underclassmen you remembered him as when you met him. you were partners in a lab in biology and everything was history. the two of you were quite nerdy, not having many friends. but even since nancy convinced you to try out for cheerleading with her junior year last year, that all changed. you began receiving invites to senior parties, everyone knew your name and even hawkins high's most popular jock, jason carver was your boyfriend as of six months ago.

eddie never understood your relationship with jason but in your eyes, he could be a really good boyfriend. sure, he could be jealous and a little judgmental of your friendship with eddie, but he was good to you. the boys just never got to see that side of him.

"you playing with us tonight, y/n?" eddie asked, smirking at the chaos he caused, the boys still bickering like old women. it had been so long since you had the chance to sit and play a game.

you scratch your neck, knowing full well that you have plans with your boyfriend. there was a party at steve's house, another important piece to your friend group puzzle. he'd invited almost the whole grade, but eddie wasn't one for parties. if you remember correctly, you believe his exact words were, "why the hell would i get drunk with a bunch of jocks i can't stand when i can sit in the wheeler basement and play a board game with my favorite freaks?"

you shake your head, "i told jason i'd go to steve's for the party he's throwing."

"oh, okay." eddie nods, trying to be understanding but the slight pout on his lips says otherwise.

"what?" you tilt your head, elbowing him. "no, come on. what's up?" you look around the room, everyone going quiet. "dustin?"

he sighs, taking his hat off his curly head of hair, turning to you. "it's nothing, y/n, it's just..." he chews on his bottom lip, folding his arms across his chest. "you know we like jason. he's a cool guy."

"but?"

dustin's eyes flicker to eddie's, then back to yours. "we never see you anymore. like once a week for maybe an hour, you're always with jason. we just miss you is all."

"but-" eddie buts in, scooting closer to you. "we get that you have a boyfriend and you need to spend time with him. go have fun, maybe next time." he offers, running a hand through his frizzy hair.

you sit there for a moment, feeling awfully guilty. after all, eddie was your best friend and you should make hi and the boys more of a priority. "no." eddie quirks an eyebrow at you. "no, i'm gonna stay. after all, it's not like we'll always have time to play with eddie and i graduating." you smile, leaning your head on eddie's shoulder. "plus, i miss you guys, too. i just need to call jason."

"phone's in the kitchen." mike tells you, gesturing to the stairs leading to the kitchen. you nods, walking upstairs and dialing jason's phone number.

downstairs, dustin is staring down eddie. "what, henderson?"

"you keep staring at her," dustin notes matter-of-factly, the other boys chuckling at him. "you still got the hots for her, don't you?"

eddie shrugs, looking down at the rings on his fingers. "she has a boyfriend, man."

"a boyfriend she ditched to hang out with you." eddie raises his eyebrows at the freshmen with another shrug of the shoulders. "she loves us, but she wouldn't have canceled plans with hi if you weren't here. they're always fighting."

"boyfriends and girlfriends fight, dusty bun." he smirks, making any excuse to avoid the obvious. eddie held a crush for you since you became friends those two years ago. in his eyes, you were utter perfection. you had this smile that he just couldn't ignore, and it was contagious as hell.

walking downstairs, you shoot the boys a thumbs up and they lamely cheer. "i can tell he's pissed but we can fight tomorrow. tonight..." you put your hand on dustin's shoulder. "dustin and i are gonna win this thing."

-

"well, i think you redeemed yourself tonight, henderson." eddie announces, helping will put away the pieces of the game. "see ya!" he calls after all the boys but mike, them heading to their respective homes. "you headed out, too?"

you shrug, "i guess so. you?"

"eh, wayne's having poker night at the trailer. mind if i crash with you tonight?" you nod, motioning him to follow you upstairs, bidding a farewell to mike. "you drive here?" you stare at him as almost to say, which what car? "it's like two miles, i would've picked you up." you shrug in response. "come on." he opens the passenger side door for you, gesturing for you to get in and you hop up into the van.

you remember when eddie first got his license, not that he didn't drive before he had it, because he did. when he had turned sixteen sophomore year, his uncle gave him the van for his birthday, it was all he could afford. but eddie loved it. you'd sneak out of your house at midnight, eddie parked down the street to pick you up. he'd drive the two of you down to the gas station and you'd get slurped's, cherry for eddie and blue raspberry for yourself. you'd spend hours, talking and listening to music until he'd drop you back off at your house around three in the morning. and then you'd see him five hours later at school.

the van smells how it always smelled-- herbal and of cheap, mint air fresheners to cover some of the smells of his activities he partook in the van. there was the same smiley face sticker you stuck on the dashboard junior year on one of the mornings he'd picked you up for school. you ride in silence on the way to your house, but you didn't mind. there was something about the quiet in the air when you with eddie. it was comfortable silence. you didn't need to fill the air with your voices or dumb conversation, you were fine just being around him. his presence was enough. you supposed that meant you had a strong friendship.

it was different with jason. the silence terrified you around him. you always listened him talk about him and the basketball team or what party you just had to go to. you were always quiet, you'd never been known for being chatty. but if jason was quiet, you knew something was terribly wrong and in most cases, it was because of something you'd done.

"here we are." he pulls the keys out of the ignition, parking his car in the driveway of your house since your dad was always traveling for work, he assumed he was out of town. he runs over to your side of the vehicle, swinging the door open for you. "m'lady," he jokes, helping you out. you unlock the front door, leading eddie inside. he smirked, he doesn't think he'd ever seen your house messy, it was always so put-together, so neat, just like you were. "the spot?" he asks, holding up a carton of cigarettes. you nod eagerly, taking his hand and walking upstairs to your dad's office, the window already open.

eddie climbs through the opening, sitting on the edge of the roof when he holds out his hand to help you do the same. you sit next to him, taking a cigarette from the carton he held. "here," he brings the lighter to the end of the cigarette situated in front of your lips and shelters it with his hand, carefully lighting the end. "you're extra quiet tonight."

you take a long drag, exhaling the smoke from your lungs, cigarette between your two fingers. "you ever think... what the hell am i doing?" you ask, your gaze not shifting from looking in front of you, peering over the town of hawkins.

"all the time." he jokes, looking over at you. it was dark out, the only illumination being a few street lights, but he was still able to make out the features of your face. "what do you mean?"

you sigh, passing the cigarette to eddie. "i mean... jason's leaving for college in two months and i guess i don't even know what i want to do. i don't even want to go to college."

he smiled softly, understanding. "you don't have to. the great thing about being an adult is that you have time to figure yourself out."

"what if... what if i never do?" it felt comforting, being able to have these talks with eddie. he was always so laid back, so calm and didn't have a concern in the world about his future.

"well..." he slides his arm over your shoulders, pulling you in until you rest your head on his shoulder. "then that means you can join me for dungeons and dragons every monday after bingo at the local nursing home."

"no, eddie, i'm serious. everyone is going off to college, jason, too. and i'm supposed to do that as well, and i don't even know why i'm dating him." you chuckle, rubbing your fingers in small circles at your temples. "i don't care about popularity, i don't care about how people see me. and i know what you guys think about him. i guess i'm just... reminiscing how things were when he first asked me out, you know?"

"no, not really."

you fold you legs in, turning until you're fully facing him. "like, i don't know, it was like... like my heart beat out of my chest every time i saw him." eddie nods, knowing the feeling. "the first time he kissed me, i literally thought my heart was going to stop. but i haven't had that again since those firsts. i haven't felt like... special like that. and i am dying, i mean, looking for that again."

"i know what you mean."

you chuckle, "you do?"

he nods his head again, "yeah, of course. like, when i grab a girl, like this." he puts the cigarette down on the roof and places both his hands on either side of your face, rubbing his thumb over your jaw. "it's not just the girl maybe feeling special, it's me, too." his brown embers stare into your eyes, and your stomach turns. "and i lean in," he follows his words, his nose softly ghosting over yours. "and i just want to kiss her so bad...." he pulls away from you, dropping his hands from your cheeks. "i feel like the luckiest bastard in the world."

-

eddie drove you to school the next morning, tucking a plastic baggie of marijuana in your bag, telling you that you'd smoke it after school in the van to help you unwind. you part ways once at your locker, him telling you he'd see you at lunch before running off to go meet dustin. you shut your locker, jumping when jason is standing behind it. "hi, babe." he grins, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

"good morning!" you greet, taking his hand in yours. "i really have to get to class early, i need to talk to stevens about the exam, but i'll catch up with you at lunch?" he gives you a nod of approval and you kiss his cheek, walking toward room 324, the science lab.

the day had gone relatively slow. you were exhausted, having stayed up late with eddie talking and listening to music he had on his walkman. you didn't know he always survived on four hours of sleep when you were miserable. it felt like ten hours before the bell ending fourth period finally came, lunch time in session. you walk out of english, jason and a few of his friends, along with steve standing outside the room, waiting for you. "there you are." he smiles, hands tucked into his letterman jacket.

"y/n, hey!" eddie calls as he walks out of the class next to yours. "you get any medicine? i have a killer headache."

you nod, shrugging off your bag, looking inside. "oh, it's in my locker i'll be right back." you hand your bag to jason, "hold this for me? i'll be right back and then we can go eat." jason nods with a smile, waving you off. looking down at your open bag, he squints his eyes when they land upon something in particular.

he moves his eyes to eddie. "she's a good friend, isn't she?" jason asks, almost suspiciously.

"oh, yeah, great." eddie agrees awkwardly, folding his arms over his chest.

he grabs at the baggie, "even better girlfriend."

"i bet."

jason takes a step toward eddie, "bet you wonder what that's like? kissing her, holding her, fucking her."

"not really my place, man." eddie shoots him a look, taking a step back from him. "what's your deal?" jason pulls out the baggie and eddie winces, "oh, fuck."

"what, you tryin' to drug my girlfriend?" his eyes pierce into eddie's, full of rage. "so what, she'll fuck you, munson?" he shoves at eddie chest harshly, eddie's back running into the wall.

"what? hell no, what the fuck are you-" suddenly, jason pulls him by his jacket and shoves him to the ground, his fist flying at his face as jason's friends surround him, kicking eddie while he's down.

"i'm getting real sick of you trying to do something to my fucking girlfriend, munson!" jason yells down at eddie, who's groaning on the floor.

you run back down the hallway, "hey, eds, i-" your eyes land on the scene in front of you. "what are you doing? stop." you yell, but no one eve hears you. you pull on jason's jacket, "stop!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, deciding you needed to do something more. you crawl on top of eddie, taking a few blows from your boyfriend's friends.

"guys, stop. that's y/n!" jason hollers and the kicking and punching all comes to a stop, your arms guarding your head from taking too much damage. "y/n, baby-" you stand up, and all you could see then was pure red. you bend down, checking on eddie and his face.

"hey," you run your hand over his cheek and he winces. "head to my house," you hand him a key to the front door. "i'll be there soon, alright?" you help him to his feet, looking back at jason. you wait until eddie is out of ear shot for you to tear into him. he watches you with steady eyes as you slowly creep toward him, your hand swinging back and landing across his face. "are you fucking kidding me?"

"baby-"

you put your hand up, telling him he better shut up. "is your dick that small that you have to berate people to make yourself feel superior?" you yell, rolling her hands into fists. you glance at the now empty english room, walking inside. "come on, now." you motion for him to follow you, but he's stood still. "now!" you yell loudly and he follows you inside the classroom.

-

eddie is sitting on your bed, glancing at the clock on your bedroom wall, which reads one o' four. he'd left the school almost an hour ago and hadn't heard from you since. he sighed, his eyes glued to the floor, fidgeting with the several rings that adorned his fingers. "guess she's not coming back," he mumbled to himself, running a shaky, pale hand through his ruffle of brown curls. he's getting up from your bed and trying to find the keys to his van when he hears the front door open and close.

"eddie?" you shuffle through the living and kitchen until you reach your bedroom, which eddie is stood in the middle of. your eyes run over his features- the bruise imprinted on his left cheekbone, the cut on his lip, his sad eyes scanning over you. "fuck." you pout, walking over to him and telling him to sit. "sit, i'm gonna clean that cut, so it doesn't get infected." he sits on your bed, waiting for you as you return with alcohol and some cotton pads. you sit on your knees beside him on the bed, his lip still bleeding just a little. you wipe at the blood with a dry cotton pad before dampening it with the alcohol and lightly tapping at the lip, biting yours in concentration.

he winces, the alcohol stinging. "do you love him?" he blurts out unknowingly, causing your eyes to widen. he didn't care how selfish he was being, he had to know. "all that talk last night about not knowing why you're with him, did you mean it? i mean, do you love him?"

"i don't know, eddie. can we not get into this right now?" you sighed, your hand on his jaw to keep his head steady as you helped him.

"i need to know, y/n. we all see how he treats you. he acts like... like you're a doll or something. like you're just there to be played with, and put away when he's done until he needs you again." his words stung you like the alcohol did to him. he grasps your arm with his hand, pulling you away from the cut on his lip.

he stared at you, needing an answer. "i..." your eyes wash over his features, and you feel warm. eddie was always your answer when you needed to feel safe or when you needed a laugh, or needed to feel secure about yourself. "i love you."

he parts his lips, unable to respond, your answer having taken him aback in surprise. "i mean, you're the one who's always been there. you make me laugh until my stomach hurts, you'll cry with me, and you don't judge me by my flaws. for example, taste in boys." he chuckles, looking down at where you rest your hand on his knee. "your main goal is always to make me smile until my face hurts. you don't pick out things about me that you don't like, you don't tell me i'm being sensitive when i'm sad-- you hold me instead and point out everything you like about me, just to make me smile even for a split second." he blushes, resting his hand over yours. "it's you who cares about me, and... i love you."

"but...? there's a but, isn't there?"

you shake your head, "there's not a but. maybe you were the only who i've been seeking out this whole time, the one guy i've ever known that has truly gone out of his way to make me feel special." he moves his free hand to your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your jawline, just like he did the night before. except this time, he doesn't pull away or make some lame joke to ease the tension. he leans in further, capitulating your lips in his.

you smile softly against his lips, leaning in further until his hand that was on your knee is now on your lower back. and there it was- the butterflies you'd been dying to feel again. you had been looking in all the wrong places, the answer had been in front of you the whole time, it has been crystal clear, and the answer-- eddie munson.

he gently guides you onto your back as he lays on his side, your cheek laying against your pillow, his hand on your cheek collecting the hairs that fanned over your face and tucking them behind your ear. his tongue pushes past your lips, scanning the roof of your mouth, causing you to let out a quiet whimper. your rub your fingers over his bicep and then travel into his hair, closing your eyes when he pulls away, his hand continuing to rest on your cheek. "let me take you out tonight," he smiles genuinely, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

"it's a date."

[222col]

hey sweetie ! could i request ”i want you to fight for me” with eddie x reader ? Xx

eddie munson + this prompt list

word count: 565

warnings: cursing, slight angst

Friday night, you’re hanging with Eddie, getting ready for your date tonight. Eddie’s watching you intently, you two stayed friends after breaking up a few months ago. It felt weird getting ready with him for a date with another guy, but honestly, you needed to see him sweat. “Who’s the date with then?” Eddie questions, handing you the lipstick you were searching for. “Uh, Steve.” Eddie almost chokes. “Harrington?!” You weakly nod your head, applying the lipstick and smoothing out your clothes.

It wasn’t even really a date - Steve was just helping you make Eddie jealous. He knew how much the two of you clearly still loved each other, and as much as he didn’t think this was the best way to help you get back with Eddie, he was happy to do anything to help. “See ya later, Eds.” You kissed him on the cheek and hopped into Steve’s car. Looking into the wing mirror, seeing Eddie kick over a trash can before going back into his trailer. “Y/N, he didn’t look happy, are you sure about this?” Steve asks as you swallow deeply, “Yes, it’s my last option.” Steve takes you bowling, Robin and Nancy ended up meeting you there too. The four of you play a few games before you politely ask Steve to drive you back to Eddie’s.

Music is blaring when you arrive, after trying to knock and Eddie not hearing you, you walk straight in, heading to Eddie’s room. He’s playing Mötley Crüe, your favourite, and playing along on his guitar. You stand at the door, watching him until he notices you. “Fucking hell, Y/N.” He pauses the track. “You scared the shit out of me, date didn’t last long huh?” He scoffs, moving his guitar off his lap and back on its stand. “Bet Steve was the perfect gentlemen. Treated you great, opened all the doors and payed for your game.” Moving to lean up against his headboard, you shuffle onto the edge of the bed. “I’m glad you’re happy, Y/N. You and Steve make a beautiful couple.” He’s sulking now, not even trying to hide the frown on his face.

You throw a pillow at his face, taking him by surprise. “For God’s sake, Eds, it wasn’t even a date! Robin and Nancy came too, I just wanted to make you jealous okay!” His eyes widen, a slight smirk on his face. “But you just let me go! Didn’t even try to stop me, I want you to fight for me, and you never do!” The smirk has left his face now, he leans over to grab your hand. “I didn’t think you wanted me anymore, Y/N. I’m nothing, especially with Steve Harrington, ex-King of Hawkins High asking you out.” You shuffle closer, placing yourself in his lap. “Even if it was a fake date.” His arms wrap around you, your face nestling into his neck.

Placing a kiss on his cheek, you respond “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Eddie.” His face perks up, tears almost forming in his eyes. “Not Steve?” You prod him in his side, causing him to giggle. “No not Steve, you idiot. Just you, Eds.” He grips you tighter as you lightly press your lips to his. “I’m not letting you go this time, angel face. You’re mine now, always. Even if you do try and make me jealous sometimes.”

[ironmansnips]

Eddie Munson friends to lovers

best friend! Eddie going on a pretend date with you to make your ex jealous

yeah this is self indulgent what about it 🗿

you'd be telling him about it and he suddenly shot upright with a smirk

which scared the holy hell out of you cause that smirk always leads to trouble

he then suggested what you may or may not have already had in mind😗👉👈

so you guys went to the same theater they're at

and made so much fuckin noise dude

obnoxious giggles and dumb conversations

just trying to get their attention

Eddie was surprisingly good at being a pretend boyfriend

if you didn't know yourself you'd think you were falling for him lmao

phtt nah no you're just really good friends

who make a really good pretend couple

goddammit you're in love

little do you know he's absolutely head over hills for you

he's wanted to do all these things sense he first met you

hold your hand, throw his arm around you, whisper in your ear about your doofus ex, i mean he's done all these things as your friend of course, but this?

this is different

this feels... returned?

he must be imagining things lmao

you've been friends forever and you've never seemed interested in him before?

why would you now

you're just good at acting

you gotta sell it to make it believable

until you see your ex kiss their date

admittedly you don't really give a shit about them now but you can't let Eddie know that

and this could be a good excuse to kiss him👀

so you gently elbowed him to get his attention and when he got the idea

you guys finally kissed

for fucks sake it took you guys long enough

he fr felt like fireworks went off

nvm it was just the poprocks

but still it felt magical

neither of you wanted to pull away but you were still just friends:/

you might have been on a pretend date but at the end of it you guys were still gonna have to hangout

can't have it being awkward

btw your ex?

livid

absolutely pissed

Eddie Munson? out of all people?

they knew you guys were into each other 😤

they shouldn't have taken a chance dating a freak

but yeah no you guys went straight home after the movie and the ride was s i l e n t

other than some random rock'n roll song playing

twas awkward

when you guys got to his trailer you both went to his room

straight for the weed

you gotta forget those feelings right fuckin now