#when will sees mike in his hellfire shirt. its over for him

[munson-blurbs]

Headcanon: Eddie is a boob man. Best friend Eddie would one day notice your boobs (maybe in a bathing suit or a low cut top or something) and they become his new obsession hehe

Us? Projecting? Never.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), unwanted boners, semi-public masturbation (m), Eddie's a perv but he's not thrilled about it, Reader has boobs but no size is given (Eddie loves all boobs, let's be real)

WC: 1.3k

Divider credit to @saradika

Stupid D20. 

Stupid Dustin for tossing it so far across the table. 

Stupid low-cut shirt that exposes your chest when you lean over to collect the die, giving Eddie a stupid boner in the middle of Hellfire Club. 

“Hey, Ed!” Gareth calls out impatiently, snapping his fingers in front of the Dungeon Master’s face. “You wanna tell us if we defeated the demogorgon, or are you just gonna stare off into space?”

Eddie clears his throat. “Sorry. Right.” He tries his best to proceed with the campaign as usual, but all he can think about are your boobs and how grateful he is to be sitting down right now. 

When he adjourns the meeting, he’s still too hard to stand without someone noticing. “I’m just gonna, uh, hang back and brainstorm for a few,” he lies as smoothly as he can. 

“Can’t wait to see what sadistic shit you come up with,” Mike says. The rest of the guys slap him five in agreement as they clamor out the door. 

The only people left in the room are you and Eddie. 

Of course. 

“You don’t have to stick around, Sweetheart.” He tries not to sound too dismissive, plastering a smile on his face. 

“You’re my ride.”

Shit. “Oh. Right.” He hedges a nervous laugh. “I’ll be ready in five.”

You nod. “No worries. I’ll run to the girls’ room while I wait.” Before reaching the door, you notice that Lucas’s character sheet has fluttered to the ground. You reach down and scoop it up, revealing the tops of your bra-covered breasts. 

“Sinclair owes me,” you chirp, placing the paper back on the table, remaining utterly oblivious to the way Eddie is straining against his zipper once again. 

To Eddie’s credit, he tries to stop thinking about them. He really, truly does. 

You’re his best friend. He doesn’t want to constantly think about your boobs, or the way they’d feel pressed against his bare chest, or whether your nipples would harden if he sucked on them, or—

“Mr. Munson!” Ms. O’Donnell’s shrill screech snaps him out of his breast-induced stupor. “Is there a reason why you can’t be bothered to listen while I’m trying to teach?”

“N-No, ma’am.”

She huffs out an irritated sigh. “Since you must know everything already, why don’t you come up and solve the problem for us?” She taps the piece of chalk against the blackboard, leaving tiny white dots in its wake. 

Eddie shakes his head, feeling his cheeks burn red. Humiliating himself when he can’t figure out the value of x will be bad enough, but to fail while his sail is at half-mast? He’ll never recover. 

Fortunately, the old bird relents and turns back to the board to continue her lesson. 

Crisis averted. 

Except…is it?

Because the only thing—things, rather—on Eddie’s mind are your tits. And he isn’t supposed to be imagining himself caressing them while you’re bouncing on his cock, moaning his name, saying that only he can make you feel that good…

He’s racing out of his seat the moment the bell rings, making a mad dash for the Hellfire room, relieved to see that it’s unoccupied. The door barely closes behind him before he’s ambling towards his DM throne and frantically tugging down his jeans and boxers. 

“Fucking Christ,” he whispers, inhaling sharply as his cock is free of its denim restraint. He wraps his hand around it and squeezes in his desperation for an ounce of relief. Pre-cum already leaks from his red, angry tip, and he knows from experience that this is not going away without some…intervention. 

Eddie reluctantly lets go of himself and spits into his open palm. He bites his lower lip to stifle a burgeoning moan as he slowly works his shaft, fingers tightening to simulate what he imagines to be the way you’d feel. 

“Thassit, mmmf, feels s’good.” He closes his eyes and rests the back of his head on his chair. He needs you underneath him so he can watch your breasts jiggle with each snap of his hips. 

“Bet you want my cum, huh? Where do you want it?” Eddie keeps his voice low, barely loud enough for him to hear. “Want it on those pretty tits of yours? Yeah, you fuckin’ do.”

His fist flies over his hardness, choked whimpers escaping his lips. He feels pleasure begin to build and moans your name to bring himself over the edge. 

“Yeah?”

Eddie’s head snaps forward, taking a moment to let reality seep in. He’s not buried deep within you; he’s jerking off in a dark room where he plays Dungeons & Dragons, and you’re standing in the doorway. 

“Eds? You okay?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. ‘M fine,” he lies, silently brainstorming ways to tuck himself back into his pants without you noticing. 

You arch a disbelieving brow. “You sure? Lucas said he saw you running down the hallway—”

“I’m fine!” He insists louder this time. Shaking his head, he bites his lip and attempts to collect himself. 

The two of you have been friends for too long; you know that he’s far from fine when he raises his voice. You walk to him, determined to figure out what’s wrong. 

And then you see it. 

Eddie says nothing, fully focused on covering himself as best he can and avoiding eye contact. 

It doesn’t take long for you to put the pieces together: semi-hard cock in his hand, sweat beading on his forehead, the pleading mentions of your name. 

“Eddie.” You let your fingertips brush against his shoulder. “Did I interrupt?”

He only nods in response. 

“What were you thinking about?”

Eddie exhales a long breath before answering. “You,” he finally answers. “And th-that shirt you wore yesterday.” His cock twitches at the mere reminder of it. 

You grin knowingly. You’d bought it at the mall specifically because of its low-cut neckline, hoping it would catch Eddie’s attention. 

Apparently, it very much had. 

“You liked it?” 

“Loved it.” He starts stroking himself again, almost unaware of his own movements. “Want you to wear it every damn day,” he adds with a hoarse chuckle. 

Swiping your tongue over your lower lip, you lean in and whisper in his ear, “What if I didn’t wear one at all?”

With that, you lift your shirt over your head and unhook your bra, letting them both fall to the ground unceremoniously. Eddie’s eyes widen, gazing at your exposed chest. 

“Oh, baby,” he breathes, his free hand reaching out to touch them. His thumb grazes one nipple and he gives your breast a gentle squeeze. “Baby, they’re perfect.”

You smile, using your hip to nudge the table away and get on your knees in front of him. “Keep going, Eds.”

He nods again, shifting forward a bit so you’re between his legs. “Gonna…gonna cum all over these perfect tits,” he grunts. “Please. Please, I gotta…”

“You can cum on them, Eds.”

And, fuck, does he. Thick ropes spill out of his cock, painting your chest in a sticky film. He’s crying out your name as he does it, milking every last drop. 

He floats down from the high, staring at your chest and admiring the way he’s claimed you. “That…wow,” he manages, laughing nervously. “Let me clean you up.” He reaches for the tissues, wiping whatever is still leaking out of him before sopping up the mess on your breasts. 

“I don’t know where we go from here,” he admits sheepishly, wadding up the Kleenex and tossing it into the trash. “Like, do I take you on a date? Bend you over the table?” He says the second option teasingly, but you have a feeling he wouldn’t turn you down if you agreed to it. 

You re-clasp your bra and shrug on your shirt. “We could try a date,” you say as casually as you can. 

“Dinner and a movie?”

“I’ll wear that shirt.”

--

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 18

part 1 | part 17 | ao3

“I’m sorry I’m sorry don’t hate me I’m sorry, did it work? Don’t hate me. Did it work?”

“Dustin,” Steve barks. Dustin looks up, eyes bright; he's hugging Steve so hard it’s like he’s trying to fuse his face to Steve’s rib cage through his shirt. Steve scruffs him on the top of the head, rubbing his knuckles over his dumb baseball cap in a way he hopes is reassuring, and wheezes, “Can’t breathe, bud.” 

The kid takes a hesitant step back, fists still balled in the fabric of Steve’s shirt like he might run away. Mike’s cowering behind him, hunched in on himself and nervously eyeing up the nail bat.

“So you’re... not mad?” Dustin asks.

“Oh, I’m fucking pissed,” Steve smiles sarcastically. “Hope you used that Butterscotch wisely, dude, because it’s the only one you’re getting for the rest of the year. Also, you can kiss your full candy bar trick-or-treating plans goodbye.”

“What? No!” Mike starts to whine, but immediately shuts his mouth when Steve glares at him. Then Eddie swoops in behind them, clapping a hand on both kids’ shoulders and nearly startling Mike out of his skin.

“And, uh, for obvious reasons,” he says in an acidic sing-song, “you’re both banned from Hellfire for the next month.”

“WHAT?” 

Oh, this guy’s good.

“Eddie, what the fuck?!” Mike pleads. “We’re just about to get to the manor’s secret passage!” 

“Yes, and what a shame that your paladin triggered a hidden trap and got stuck in a faulty portal for the next four sessions.” 

“Oh, my god! This is— this is—!” 

“Payback?” Eddie sneers.

Dustin’s eyes are darting rapid fire between the two of them, and he elbows Mike in the ribs and hisses, “Dude, shut up before he kills us both for good!” 

“Oh, my god,” Mike says again, face twisting through all five stages of grief. 

“Oh, also,” Steve adds for his own amusement as he heads toward the stairs, “you two can clean all this camping shit up.” 

—

“You play a good game of Punish the Pipsqueaks,” Steve grins, walking side by side with Eddie. "That D&D ban? Ouch. Keep that up and the moms will start recruiting you for babysitting duty."

“Oh, boy!” Eddie smirks. “My dream finally realized.”

They get back to their cars, and Steve shivers a little, the cold finally getting to him now that he doesn’t have the fight or flight to keep him warm. He unlocks the bimmer and slides into the front seat; cranks up the heat, his hands impatiently hovering in front of the vents. 

Eddie catches the car door. “You’re really not going to punish them more?" he asks, leaning in, head cocked to the side. "I mean, no trick-or-treating sucks and all, but. Seems a little lenient, doesn’t it?” 

“Yeah, it does,” Steve agrees with a short laugh, “but see, the thing is, those two dumbasses are assuming that revenge is a dish best served cold, when actually?" He points at the house. "It’s a dish best served by Claudia Henderson.”

Eddie’s brows lift in question.

“I’m gonna call her tomorrow morning and say I caught them smoking at the bus stop.” 

“Jesus!" Eddie laughs. "That’s diabolical.” 

“And then I’m gonna suggest they do community service at the retirement home on Halloween instead of trick-or-treating, because Dustin’s weirdly afraid of old people.” 

Eddie's laugh turns to a cackle, all his teeth on display, and the car bounces on its wheels as he leans his weight against the door. “Oh, man," he exhales, wiping the corners of his eyes. "Remind me not to get on your bad side.” 

“Pretty sure we’ve only ever been on each other’s bad sides.” Steve’s joking, but Eddie’s smile slips a little, and Steve wants to take it back. Pluck the words from the fog of chilled breath hanging between them; tell him that they're not anymore, that they don't have to be again.

But then Eddie catches the bass line coming from Steve’s speakers and the grin comes back full force. 

“Hold the fuck on," he beams, nodding his head to the beat and hum-mumbling the melody as the words come back to him.

Following the footsteps of a red dawn dance, we are entranced. 

“Spellbound,” he sings, shaking his head in delighted disbelief. “I’m sorry, does Steve Harrington have a Siouxsie tape in his car?”

Steve’s face goes red. Fucking Robin. “If you’re about to talk shit about the music, I— I mean, I’m just the chauffeur, man, I don’t—”

“Relax. It’s not that, I just…” He raps his knuckles against the roof. Gives Steve a once over; smiles softly at whatever he sees.

“What?” Steve asks. Kinda likes how he has to crane his neck to look up at him.

“Nothing," Eddie murmurs, low and deep. "You’re just full of surprises, aren't you?"

Steve shivers again.

It seems to snap Eddie out of... whatever that was. “My bad, man,” he says, his voice back to normal volume. He apologizes for letting in the cold air and slips Steve’s jacket off, handing it back to him and shutting the door with a soft click, then he throws out a parting salute and skips off to his van.

Steve just sits there for a moment, feeling syrupy and dumb. Like there's whiskey in his chest, a full flask of it sloshing around behind his ribs.

His jacket smells like Eddie. Siouxsie croons in his good ear.

Spellbound, spellbound, oh-oh-oh.  

"Jesus Christ," he mutters as he cuts the music off. He drives home in silence, the song still ringing in his ears.

—

part 19

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[punk-in-docs]

🕷️ Girlfriend is Better 🕷️

Eddie Munson x reader

10.9k words

Summary: Eddie x Pencils hit a bit of a hurdle in their early relationship. But she puts it to rights - and then hits the sweet metal head with an offer he can’t refuse- tw violence, past assault: in this chap folks - sorry its taken so long to get this done - enjoy

Eddie can feel their eyes on him.

He feels it’s undeserved and let’s be honest, a little odd. It’s not as if he’s not doing anything out of the ordinary here. He’s just being- normal.

His version at least. His wheelhouse batshit normal. Eddie-like.

They’re looking at him like he’s grown a new head.

Munson Motor mouth, rabbiting on its usual mile a minute as Motörhead shreds through the van speakers with Lemmy’s choppy and tasty riffs.

Early morning cigarette that he lit before he hopped in the van for the drive to school, curling smoke held between two fingers.

He’s batting the saggy steering wheel in time to the song. Ba-da-da with his other open palm to coincide with drum clashes that pound through like falling rocks and crashing thunder.

He still takes the corners way too fast like a coked up maniac. Some things will never change.

He looks the same. Smiles the same. But there’s a new breed of manic warping his usual calamity of a nature.

He’s not grumbling about this morning. Or a test or pop quiz he had coming up. No miserable sluggishness. Toothpaste breath. Not slumped and still yawning. With nothing but a weak instant coffee, two sugars, as his one and only source of breakfast. Gritty coffee that still catches the grounds between his back teeth.

Hair that mushed dry state that’s hard to tell if it’s met with a brush or not yet. Possibly this morning. It’s a maybe. It’s a not really.

Leather and battle vest showed up for duty on his lanky torso as per usual. Hellfire shirt of course. The ripped jeans. The wallet chain that swings and jingles and clatters to denim when he walks and makes him sound like a jangling six foot cat with a little tinkling bell on its collar. It’s all there. The jangly jacketed freak is all assembled.

But there’s this newness to the way he’s smiling.

So wide it dimples his cheeks. Creases the corner of those intimidating wells of eyes. It’s like someone’s fuel injected him with something to make him wilder. More swirly. Practically floating. Any higher he’d be in the big blue stratosphere. Sun grazed and heady. Icarus soaring too close to the sun. Not yet plunged to earth. Melting gold spattered on milk white swan feathers as he tumbled to earth.

Jeff makes a joke about him toking up before school. Eddie reached over and ruffled his hair. Making that demons smile. Rings flashing from his fingers in the meagre sun. “Man, I wish.”

“Got new pills from Rick or something?”

Eddie frowned. “Hell no. Besides. Wouldn’t be wasting those beauties right before first period English class.” He scoffs.

Dustin and Mike share a furtive glance that begs to know what’s up. Dustin mumbles What the shit, man?

He’s finally cracked. I’m calling it.

He didn’t have far to go.

He judders the van along the lot at school. Rumbling tyres over the loose gravel. Head bobbing to the metal as he lurches the wheel and swings into a space.

“Be seeing you. Little hellions. Be free. Give em hell.” He chuckles. Lumping the van into park. Watching them open doors and frown. Scurrying away to class. Gathered close and whispering. Hiking backpack straps up their shoulders and clutching chunky math books and still regarding him like more of an oddity than he actually is.

Of course there is a reason for the golden sunshine visibly sneaking out his pores, and bouncing the soles of his happy feet today. And it’s his wonderful secret.

Eddie shakes his head, and shoulders all his jagged chips and hatred for this place.

The amount of chips he’s got shelved there, worn on his shoulders, about this stunning educational penitentiary, frankly, he could very realistically wear like scales at this point.

He puts a cigarette to his lips and slips around the corner of the lot, jacket and wallet chain clinking as he goes, sneaking to the smokers spot.

A balding patch of grass skimmed to mud, and a graffitied brick wall, snugly hidden around the side of the squat building where some go to steal a quick smoke before class. He usually occupies the spot alone and has to haul ass like a frightened racoon if a teach clocks him.

No sooner had he come within an inch of the corner, cig almost to his lips, and he is yanked around it by a sturdy hand yanking him fully out of view - by his wallet chain. He feels the tug on the denim around his hip, pulling taut.

He wants to yowl and start squirming away from the grip, slinging fists into faces at this ambush. When really he wants to turn tail and leg it in the opposite direction. Flight not fight.

His back collided with graffiti breeze block and before he could turn out his pockets, show them holding lint and nothing else save for a quarter and a D20, screechily proclaim his dispensary is clean out man, back off-

Then some warm lips mould to his.

A gentle artists hand, faded blue polish on the nails, knuckles scraping bricks, is cupping the back of his wild mane and cupping him for a kiss he slowly melts too.

He honest-to-god goes fully boneless with the way you kiss him. The scrappy fight and shock slowly leeches out those gangly poky limbs. Sparks shoot to his fingertips.

He smiles. You can feel his dimples and a cold leathered arm comes folding around your back. The bracelet and the jangle of those zips up his wrists. Settling at the dip of your waist and his fingers slide into the back of belt loop of your jeans.

When you pull back for breath that you’re not sure you want more than him, he has the dopiest grin skated on his face.

“Morning.” You beam finally.

Because that kiss seemed way more important. You can’t help the feeling he instills. Feels like your belly is birthing a wild jungle crammed with winking wings of butterflies. Brilliant blue. Wicked electric yellow. Gossamer pink. They all shimmer.

“Hey hot stuff.” He smiles. Not restraining himself whatsoever.

Oh, they shimmer even more to the sight of that. Mad. Wild. Unhinged.

His cheeks kissed a little pink. He doesn’t even care that he dropped his cigarette in the mud. He’d rather chase the taste of your lips and let that sustain him all morning. Better than pills and nicotine. This static-fizzy-starburst feeling he gets big lungfuls of when around you.

“Didn’t mean to grab you like that. But I must admit that chain is certainly a handy hook.” You flick a fingertip to it. Sway that lolling chain into his thigh. Biting your lower lip in a smile.

He cups one side your face. If anyone got to chew that lip, it’s gonna be him. Leans in to gently smooch you again.

“Goddamn. I was reaching for my attack whistle there, pencils.” He rubs his hand over your hip. Rings chafe against your denim waistband.

“Maybe I was overzealous. But I do have a stunning defence.”

You lean up on tiptoes to smash a polite smooch back to his mouth. He mumbled a curious sound into your lips.

“Which is?” He seeks. Lips chasing yours for more. Even through speaking. Insanity catches.

“I missed you like crazy and it’s been barely 12 hours since I last saw you, and kissed you. And etcetera…” You flirt.

He can see these little delighted pips in your eyes. Like sowed little seeds of pride. The etcetera being all the dirty things you finally got to indulge in last night. Threaded in moonlight at skull rock.

No regrets. He doesn’t see any tint of regret in you.

Seeing that kicks his rocker heart right up to the moon, and sailing on over it. Like those old songs. Moonbeams and old soft tinkling pianos. Ladies with gardenias in their hair crooning about moondance, love and seeing stars.

He gets it now. He totally gets all of that sappy shit.

“I hereby decree that is far too long, and way too stupid of us, actually.” He finishes your thoughts for you. They were symmetrical to his own after all.

“So stupid. We’re just like, a complete pair of morons right now.” You concur. Linking your fingers into his. Standing toe to toe and just drinking in how it feels to be near again.

“So I’m thinking, we should cease all impending stupidity and uh y’know, catch a movie tonight or, grab a bite at Benny’s. Something like that. Anything.” He says. Smile all limned in excitement.

Shaking that big moppish mane of hair as a grin splits his mouth when he speaks, makes him look like an out and out excited little kid.

Fidgeting with your hands and immersing himself in the tactile deliciousness of your hands being held in his. Little touches that stayed with him all night.

Kept bugging him even in dreams he’s sure thoughts of you crept at the oil slick lining of his mind like wing tips of persistent gentle moths. The dusty old ones the colour of sour grey milk. Ones that they get flapping around the trailer porch light at night in balmy summer. The soft blink as they hit the glass shade.

“Burgers at Benny’s sounds so good.” You grin. “Loaded chilli fries?”

He scoffs. “Naturally. I’m not an animal.”

You run your hands through his wild hair. Listen to him talk. Heart entirely bloated with love of this boy. You swear it’s knocking all giddy up against your ribs like some deformed roaming creature seeking release.

“Shall we head out after class? I’ll drive.” He offers. His stomach zig-zags in vicious excitement.

“Catch you after class, handsome.” You grin.

“Ohh, whoa. I never said I was done with you yet.” His eyes flicker with something you think is cheekiness.

Swooping in to slow kiss you for a beat too long. An embrace that makes him hum softly. Makes you mewl. Right at he back of his throat. Lips roaming gentle and soft and your bodies rock together. Gets him cupping your back to keep you near.

“Fuckk gimme another one of those, pencils. I’m not below begging.” Cups your face again. He wants another kiss. Eyes wide as bourbon brown saucers

Chuckling in the muggy space between your smiles, cheeks fired all warm, sharing the same breath, you lean in and give it to him. Giving him the deep messy kiss you’d been craving.

When it’s time to pull back to guzzle air and maybe some reality again, Eddie chases your retreat with his mouth. His lips bruised a stunning cupid pink. Taking a breath that he’s not sure he needs more than he does you.

“Jesus H Christ. How the hell am I gonna even attempt to concentrate today-“ He asks. Voice all raspy and slow gravel.

“What usually stops you?” You sass him. He bites his lip all naughty and softly jabs you right in the stomach; a move designed to tickle.

“Blasphemy. Dear one. I mean, how dare you.” He grins. Chocolate drop eyes all crinkled at their corners. You cover his hand on your stomach, with your own. He likes the soft warm pouch of you there.

It’s tactile. It’s touch. It shoots right to the roof of Eddie’s brain and does something so funky to him he can’t even describe it in words. Actions maybe - Beer on an empty stomach. The first hit of some really silky smooth strain Rick gives him to try. The home made warm sugary scent of that peach cobbler Wayne makes him on his birthday.

They haven’t designed or discovered enough appropriate words to put to this feeling. None that even his whip smart nature can grasp at.

“I’ll soothe that wounded ego and buy you a chocolate shake later if it pleases.” You offer. Tilting your head. Offer placed on the table.

“An ego bruise is a problem I will gladly allow you to throw chocolate and ice cream at.” His fingers worm their way through yours. Knuckles locked. You could do this all day.

“Can be swayed with chocolate. Good to know.”

“And candy. Pizza rolls are good too.”

“Noted.” You beam. Snuggling to his front. Hands still joined. Fused as one.

The sound of the bell ringing for first period is a rude interjection into a morning that’s shaping up to be stellar.

Eddie didn’t seem best pleased by this. Judging by the way he takes advantage of that split second of your distraction hearing the bell, to snatch his hands at your shoulders and loop you round so your back is to the wall instead of his. Sneak attack.

His arm is a leather band over the back of your waist and he gently cups your chin and deepens a silky melting kiss that is, just, so many elements of perfect it should be outlawed that just kissing can be this good.

The plush of his deeply plump lips, with the scraping push of some stubble on his upper lip. It’s delicious. The way he kisses is better than any hit off any joint. You don’t care what he says. Better than purple haze. Better than fucking anything. Backed by sheer dopey sized crushes that take you both, head to toe. Crushes taking on a life of their own. Wearing your skins whole and making you desperate. Make you ache.

You kiss him back. Desperately. Drenched in want. But also knowing that you should be hot-footing it to your first class lest you get a tardy slip. To turn up late, with a very very kiss worn mouth like that would be about as obvious as the nose on your face.

“Eddiii-mmmmm.” You plead to his bewitching mouth. Smoky minty breath and the faintness of his morning coffee on your tastebuds. He’s cupping your face like your some sacred relic he has to handle gently. As if he had corrosive fingertips. Strychnine laced touch.

When he pulls back. Hands two big gangly paws holding your neck, there’s this sweet dazed look all over his expression. Drugged on you. The way you kissed him like his tongue is made out of cherry candy and you only want more- oh lord.

How’s that for irony. The Hawkins High school dealer and here he is getting a huge hit, from kissing you. Nothing that comes pre rolled in a baggie making his mind fuzz like hot molasses, or circled into a wild little chalky pill that makes his head all bright and fuzzy sharp like cotton candy.

Making out before class he can gladly get hooked on. He thinks he’s there already. DT-Ing for more. Make him shake and rattle on all fours like a rabid dog.

“One for the road…” He explains inbetween raspy pants for breath. A silly smile all yours for the keeping.

You pat his chest. He could honestly whimper at the tactile feel of your hand resting on the meat of his pectoral. So dangerously close to skin on skin.

“I better go.” You sigh. A drop kick to your mood to leave him. You take a step back.

He can’t allow that. He whines like a kicked puppy. Button eyes all round and shiny with whatever amount of sadness it would take to root you here, with him.

“Don’t. Pencils. Stay here. Stay uneducated and stupid with me and let’s just make out, all day.” He waggles some filthy intentioned brows at you. Pleading threaded onto his voice. Trying his best to yank you back.

“You could easily tempt me to play hooky any day, Munson. But I’ve been studying for this test all week.” You point out.

“Well. I can’t deny that dorky chicks turn me on.” He sighs nicely. You can’t help smiling.

“Really? I figured tiny pleated little cheerleader skirts and peppy bouncy pom-poms turned you on.” You tease. Voice all sultry.

He leans in and smacks a kiss to the end of your nose.

“Nuh-uh. I like em’ covered in paint and jeans and artsy, and working in record shops with old hippies. And hopelessly in all consuming love with me.” He grins.

“Kiss ass.” You smirk. Smacking a kiss to his cheek. Stepping back. His hand slithers to find yours again. Links fingers. His rings glitter. They’re all warm where he’s been holding hands with you. On you.

“Hey, my girlfriend is a damn fox. This is a hill I’ll die on.”

You bring your joined hands up and kiss the back of his for that.

“Class beckons.” You roll your eyes. Shouldering your bag. Unwilling to unlink hands until you absolutely had too.

“See you at lunch?” You ask. His brows creased. Makes him look like an upset puppy.

“Can’t. Got a drop to make in the woods.”

“Parking lot after school?” He counter offers.

“You bet.” You agree. And you cannot even handle the wait.

You walk away around the corner. Eddies eyes trail over you as you go.

“Enjoy the smoke.” You turn over your shoulder and call back.

He saluted you with a flicking motion, with that million dollar grin pleasured all over his face.

“Brutal babe. You know what I’d enjoy more…” his inflection at the end of his words lets you know what he’s referring too.

“Down boy.” You play as you head off. Smile all secret and wide for him. Grin so wide it makes his heart pulse.

He’s grasping a hand over his mad heart as you slip away. One knee bent up. Sneakered foot flat to the wall behind him.

He reaches for that cigarette and his lighter. Though he doubts this little stick will do any damn thing that kissing you didn’t. He lights up. Grinning. You left his heart thrashing about and kicking inside the shell of his denim and leather like a damn drum in a cramps song.

Way, way across the field, sat high up on the bleachers with some of the girls on the cheer squad. In full view of the back brick wall where you had just been. Supposedly around the corner and concealed from view-

Linda snapped her binder shut. Eyes packed in venom. Huffing as she picked up her books.

Lipsticked lips pursed together in a grim hot pink line. Annoyance fills her chest and rams up against her ribs. Sour in her stomach. Nastiness curdled up on her tongue. She’d seen enough.

You and the freak. Just like Jonny said.

No fucking way.

~

Eddie bapped along to some rock that had been trapped in the lining of his crazy head since this morning. Head bumping as he hummed along, sang under his breath to Rattlehead. That mane flicking every which way.

Metal lunchbox swings from his hand and clatters as he bounced along the familiar route. Feet trained for the way. Leaves cushion his rustling step. He drags his eyes over the foliage spread high above.

Dappled with gold sunshine of the afternoon that chips down. The odd scurry of a bird flapping around the treetops. Nature and the soothing crash of wind lacing through wide apple-green leaves. He darts his eyes around, seeking and searching for the shape of anyone to come crashing through the trees.

He arrived at his little decaying stoop in the woods. The table that’s so carved and scarred with crude drawings and initials it’s chipped and falling to bits. Cig butts littered everywhere and Eddie shamefully admits some of them are most likely his. His place of business is well reputed.

Swinging his leg over the bench seat and slinking himself up onto the table to take a pew. Sneakers resting on the seat. Cause when has he ever approached anything normally, or fallen into doing anything that comes into the category of usual.

He throws the lunchbox lid open with no gilding the lily, and braces his scattered mind into this deal. Shoves through the bags to find the semi-decent stuff. Wave of heady green hits him in the nose as he rummaged and carried on humming to himself.

Though really for the preppy guy who propositioned this drop, he’s tempted to charge way too much for a thin little roll of ditchweed.

Alas, his reputation is too important. One bad sale and he’d never touch profits on it again. He will unwillingly part with some decent sativa for the knucklehead.

He thumbs through his papers and rustling bags and makes a note of exactly what he’ll put his fistful of measly dollars from the sale towards; another date with you.

He’s heard of this great alt store a couple towns over. Super your style. Record store in back, cool clothing, apparantly a rock n roll kinda vibe that you would appreciate. Posters, merch, jewellery, you name it.

He can’t think of a better place to take you for a date. He’s keeping it under wraps even though, god knows, his blabber mouth which runs and rants away from itself, wanted to yell and shriek about it to you nonstop.

How he wanted to scrape together some dollars to buy you something. A handful of punk style patches, a tee, a poster for your bedroom door that needed some anarchy or some goth Siouxsie. Maybe a little Joan and some Blackhearts action.

He’s heard you crank them up on your headphones to blaring when you’re trying to concentrate on a sketch. Like the loudness lifts you out your mind and transcends into the paint.

How he wanted to make a mixtape for you, of all the metal songs - and to his embarrassment some of the less tacky love ballads - that bring you to the forefront of his mind when he hears them. Even some older crooning songs that Wayne likes.

The stuff he was drip-fed on in his early days, sweet and crooning, like slow gold honey melting into his ears. Listening to them and snatching pieces of melody that breezed through the trailer. Warm and sunny to listen to. Softly swaying Don Henley, Woodie Guthrie, and Jim Croce. Even some Ella or some Julie London and her smokiness.

He smiles to himself as he comes to Rattlehead’s chorus. Toes tapping the rotten old bench and creaking the wood, as he scrunches bags aside this way and that to find the pre-rolls. Fingers drum the beats off the side of the tin. Clacking out into the woods.

The brutal snap of a twig makes him peer around.

Eddie swims his eyes through the trees and eventually drags them to find a Jock with his hands shoved in his pockets.

It’s not someone he’s on a first name basis with. He’s lost amongst a sea of sensible jeans and varsity two tones. Sea green and blinding white with the lion gold yellow Hawkins H proudly blazoned on his front.

Crazy how differently they wear their allegiances.

He’s the anti-thesis of Eddies style. Shirt tucked in. Sensible white sneakers that aren’t beat up to shit. Preppy. Hair brushed. Some square jawed Ryan or Chad or whomever, pads towards him.

The look in his eyes twists Eddie’s gut like wet flannel. Scathing.

He’s seen hatred and distain before. Of course. It’s poured very freely his way.

Thats nothing new to him. Distaste. Eye rolls louder than claps of thunder and tutts coming stabbed under breath peppered with nasty words.

This is that crowd at its ugliest. The tribe this guy is happily a part of. Supposed fuckin’ Normalcy. They scar the word ‘Freak’ into him over and over again. Stomp it into his messy maned head over and over with their feet.

Finally he got tired of the brutal raining down kicks and just took it. Weened the power of it. Stole it from them and flipped it. Made it his shield. Propped it up with that DIO patch on his back. Let their hatred sink into that and roll away useless.

Let them know it doesn’t sink down to places where they want it to hurt.

Eddie swallows. Throat suddenly a sticky chasm. Tried to soften the blow and put away whatever the fuck this guy was trying to scowl and throw at him.

“Hey, man. You’re my 1 o’clock right?” He asks. Tapping his knee still and fiddling with his hands.

The guy swerved his jaw before he spoke. “Yeah.” Spine held poker rigid as he answered. Like it offended him to have to be here and talk.

He came into the clearing. Sneakers rustling leaves. Something feels sour about this whole thing.

“Okay. Well- um.” He awkwardly clears his throat. Reaches into the box that he gently sets beside himself. Grabs the joint and fidgets with it for a second.

“It’s uh, it’s twenty bucks for a pre-roll.” Eddie tells him.

“Great.” He watches the guy nod. Curt. His expression steely. Eyes glassy in a way that’s beyond unsettling.

“Ohhhkay.” Eddie nods. Eyes a fraction too pinched at the corners. Concerned frown dragging down his brows. Wondering what the stitch up is. His eyes dart around. Bordering on panic.

He stands to get off the bench, the guy doesn’t so much a muscle to reach across and take the joint off him. Hands still shoved deep in his pockets.

Eddie holds the joint. The guy doesn’t even move to take it.

“It won’t bite man. Smooth as silk and just, hits you like a cool wave when you smoke that puppy. Trust me.”

Something flickers like a sneer across the guys mouth. He looks at the innocuous rolled joint Eddie’s holding out to him. Looks at the brown paper all rolled in his palm.

Eddie shrugs. Wide open. Leather crinkles over the jutting movement of his shoulders.

“You want it or not?” A razor edge starting to creep into his tone.

If this is someone who hasn’t made their mind up, he’s got other places to be. Better times to be had. Than waiting on whether or not the preppy jerk is gonna take the goods off his hands. Or use more than two syllables.

“If you don’t want it. I’ll go right now. Forget it. No hard feelings.” He takes the edge off for him.

Despite the fact that actually a little simmering front of annoyance bubbles at his belly for the guy wasting his free period he could have used to kiss you senseless with wandering hands, right up against the side of his van.

He turns around and throws the joint back into the box. Shaking his head. Making his hair do that wild kicky thing it usually does.

“Maybe you should go. Freak.” Comes spat his way. Drawn in a snarl.

“Whatever, dude.” Eddie puts his back to him. Folds his product back into his box.

More snaps. More rustled leaves. Eddie drifts his eyes up and sees three more guys coming through the woods to the clearing. Walking slowly, picking over nature to come to the bench all menacingly slow. Like he was a deer they were in danger of spooking.

All wearing Hawkins letterman jackets. Sneers writ on all their faces. Intimidation carved into every step they take. They look way too happy to see him here alone.

Suddenly Eddie feels small. Feels like he’s right back in middle school. Being tossed around and bashed up by the bullies. Coming home with stinging scraped knees and a cheek that feels swollen hot, itchy like bloated meat. The crust of dried rust scabbing under his nose.

This feels exactly like that. Some things never change.

“The fuck?” He asks. He won’t lie. His voice wobbles to a croak. Set on shaking sands.

“Where you goin’ loser?” One of them huffs out. Eddie turns his head.

Strutting towards him like the bullshit cover of macho magazine. Or J-Crew, is Barbies boyfriend. The blonde ape.

One of them he doesn’t recognise proudly comes up and slaps the lunchbox out his hands.

Eddie flinches back. Shrinks away. Puts distance between every step they eat up eagerly to come towards him. He doesn’t want this. He doesn’t want whatever’s coming barrelling his way. He hasn’t done anything except sell some reefer.

“Alright. Alright-“ Eddie stumbles back from the table. Hands high and empty. Voice jittery. His head and gut yell in sync - telling him to run the hell outta there.

“Clearly you guys have some sort of agenda I’m not aware of so why don’t we all just-“ His smile is all tremulous and shaky.

A fist drags his collar into a yank. A curled up punch swings into his face and knocks him clean to the ground before he can chew out his next words. His jaw snaps together. Hot pennies comes flooding his tongue where his teeth cut his cheek.

Stars and bursting black galaxies accompany his artless tumble to the ground.

And then some more fists come raining down. A sneakered foot planting square into his side to kick the wind clean out of him.

They leave him crumpled on the ground. Cushioned by rotting dry leaves. Smeared in mud, blood leaking from two places in his face. Spotting down to his dark shirt.

As a parting gift one of them empties his lunchbox over the floor and stomps its contents into the dirt.

He knows the feeling only all too well.

~

You clatter into the bathroom after your last class.

Let the bustle of crowds fall far behind you as everyone rushes to the lot to leave. Afternoon summer sun stripes its sneaking glory across the halls and slants the window ledges in gold.

You cross to the sinks and set your sketchbook crammed with new drawings on the side. Leafs of the paper and all the dried paint crinkling, as it’s wedged partially open by the sheer number of crammed pages all skated on dusty pencil or charcoal.

You’d need to buy another pretty soon. One with thick cloth like paper pages for you to fill up.

You go through new books like running water. Never stop sketching. You’d wanted to take Eddie to the funky art shop you grab your supplies from. You’ve a feeling he’d love seeing the paint sets and the sheer number of spray paints they got.

Creativity seemed to flourish from him. His imagination permanently running wild. Could never stop it. One of your favourite things about him in fact.

He would talk about your sketches. Ask you about them. Ask you what the best paint would be for decorating some new figurines he’s got.

He’d twirl the pen you’re using out your hand and tell you all about the way he’d sit in the library for hours drawing fantasy maps for his campaigns on graft paper. Drawing rolling green islands. Mountain caves with trolls. Boggy muggy swamps with draping trees and hidden dangers. Vast seas with coily sea serpents hiding in the waves.

He’d chat to you about your ideas. The ones you’re struggling with for art class. The things you need to study and learn about. The theory of colours. The use of them all dotted in a Poussin or swirled in a Van Gogh.

You could talk to Eddie about anything. For hours and hours. The mere fact of going to grab a huge greasy meaty junk fest of a dinner with him has you walking on clouds.

You want your evening with him already. It can’t come fast enough. You want salty loaded fries and a cold shake and relentless plush Eddie kisses. You wanna climb into the comfy ratty seat in that tired old van that you love. Listen to whatever blasting metal cassette he’s been humming along to all day.

Hell- even just seeing his whole face light up with a smile as you saunter up to his van. The way he’d look at you - the way he always looks at you - with those big shining brown eyes all haloed in golden sun. Brimming with mirth. Cheeks split wide and crow-eyes all bunched up at the corners in glee.

He burns so bright to see you, it’s like he’s swallowed the sun and stars combined. You feel so lucky to have that.

The way he links his fingers with yours. Lopes your fingers together as one and doesn’t even mind if your all paint spattered or your hands are too dry. Palms all hard from scrubbing off acrylic smudges.

He kisses your fingers and acts like you’re draped in diamonds.

Acts like you weren’t wearing a ribbed worn Henley. A large - borrowed - Berkeley blue varsity sweater knotted around your waist, or your straight worn baggy jeans, cuffed up hems and patched at the knees that you mended. And your truly awful red sneakers that are so beat up with age they’re almost a sad faded pink.

He still looks at you like you’re a holy revelation. Each time.

You heap your bag next to the sinks and scrub the last of the charcoal off your hands. Sticky pink soap making a lot of lather around your fingers as you washed the smudgy grey away from the creases in your knuckles. Watch the way it circles down the drain.

You pull up and dry them with the crinkly paper tissues sat on the side.

Take a second to look back to the mirror. Centred all around the ugly squiggles of old sharpie doodles etched on the walls. Contemplate your reflection.

You smooth the hair away from your forehead. Attempt to neaten some of the crazy fluffy bits that kink down around your ears. Fuss with it for a minute or two. Smudge the charcoal away off your cheek.

“Who you trying to look so nice for-“ Comes a cutting tone from behind you. Tone dredged through revulsion and back out again.

A twist over your shoulder reveals Linda. Stood there in her oversized acid wash denim jacket and too-short purple skirt. Hair all bunched up and piled on her head in a half up style wound with a magenta scrunchie. She stands with one hip cocked. And her eyes are frosty daggers.

Heat licks your spine in the shame that you’d been caught preening. “No one.” You say too quick.

Try and inflect some humour on your voice. “You know I don’t exactly have anyone to preen for.” You lie.

Looking down at your hands as you dry them. Scrubbing water away with damp paper. Crush it into a fist and ball it in the bin when you’re done.

You can feel her stare embedding itself into your skull. Like an engraving. Sharp. Scratch of a knife on hollow bone.

“I saw you with him. So don’t try and come at me with your bullshit.” She spits. Words tired and clipped.

You turn over your shoulder. She stands there seething. Looking as bitchy as she usually does. Pink lips pursed.

“Saw me…” you check.

“Yeah. You and Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson?” She poses the words like they’re offensive. Mocking.

Anger furred the back of your tongue. Like feasting on too much sugar. Or a chalky jagged pill lodging itself in your throat.

“Look. I know you’re like, a lonely little virgin or whatever, and you wanna pop your cherry and all, but there’s way better guys out there to screw-”

Your venom stops her words dead.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” You bite.

You see her face fall into shock at your tone. Snappy and sudden. She looked stunned. As if you’d wheeled around 360 and slapped her.

“Oh my god. Don’t tell me you actually like him? Are you serious?” She gapes like it’s illogical.

“He’s a loser with ratty hair who sells weed and lives in a shit hole trailer park.”

“I do like him. I more than like him. We’re dating.” You tell her with steel. “We’re going out tonight as it happens.”

“I knew you had a screw loose but this is just another level of low. Even for you.” Linda bitches.

“How do you never get tiredwith that constant tirade of shit that spills out your mouth Linda.” You snipe.

She rallies to respond. Scanning you with hard eyes backed with new levels of poison.

“I’m not the one dating the King of the freaks.” She hits at you, real low.

“No. You’re dating a two-bit jockstrap who doesn’t even like you, unless you blow him. At least Eddie wants me for more than my pussy.” You point out.

She swallowed. Eyes glimmer. You know that one bit deep.

“Don’t come crying to me when that trailer park asshole dumps you like a cup of cold poison.”

You shake your head and try to remember how to breathe. Snickering cracks of bones in your throat as you swallow. You want to fly into rage and slam your textbook into her stupid scathing face until it dents one of her precious cheekbones.

“You don’t even know him. None of you do. You don’t even know the first two things about him.” You defend loud.

“I know he’s weird as shit and sells skunk. What a catch.”

You bite your tongue. Plenty of insults about Jonny come crawling to mind.

“How long have you two been-“ She sniffs.

“Couple of weeks now. Since Kyle’s party.” You hurl at her furiously.

Her face fills with an expression you can’t read as everything comes to make sense. Falls into place. Puzzle pieces clicking.

“You’ve been lying to me this whole time.”

“Yeah. And you’re so self centred look how long it’s taken you to even notice or give a shit about what’s happening to me or my life.” You finally say all the things you should have voiced long ago.

“You’re only interested now because you care what other people are gonna say on Monday, and what they’ll gossip about.”

“He’s trouble, and he’s gonna get you hurt. Probably gonna give you a filthy rash or something too.” She sneers. “Lord knows what he’s riddled with.”

“You’re such a fucking bitch.” You grit your teeth. Emotion gets the better of your voice. Tears bubble at your lash line. Red hot.

“Not gonna be my problem to have you trailing round after me anymore. Cause by the way, we are no longer friends.” Linda spits. Eyes narrow to slits.

You nod. Resigned. Tears of anger prick the corners of your eyes. You’re too angry to let them loose.

“What a goddamn relief.” You hit back. Chew your lower lip.

“I’ve had to listen to you bitch at me, and whine and snipe, and moan, for years. I’ve had to endure your tantrums and your cutting comments, and every play-by-play of every unsatisfying Friday night screw around, with your shitty dirtbag of a boyfriend who treats you like garbage. And who you run back to each time he fucks you over. And I’m so sick of you.” Your voice comes out raw.

“So yeah. You’re right. We’re not friends anymore. I don’t think we’ve been that for a very long time.”

You put your back to her and grab your books.

“Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out. Freak.” She sideswipes nastily as you shoulder your way past her.

Catching her on purpose. Shoving her with your shoulder to catch her teetering in those heels.

“Have fun with your trailer trash.” She snips.

“Word of advice. Make sure Jonny wraps it first. Word is he’s been screwing Tina on the cheer squad behind your back every Wednesday.“

You watch her saunter up past you to get to the mirror and touch up her lipstick. Ignore ignore ignore.

Her too sweet Revlon perfume making your stomach roil. She looks at her reflection. The thing she loved most. It’s amazing you ever got a look in. She scrunches up sections of her hair to make it bounce. An indifferent mask on her face.

Trying to ignore you already so the tears don’t come. So what else is new.

You pause at the door. Hand on the handle. Books piled on your arms.

“Sad thing is. I never expected you to act any different when you found out. Turns out you’re just that shallow vain bully I always suspected you to be.”

She pretends not to hear as you slip out the door. You’re sure to slam it as loudly as you can.

Coming out into the partially empty hall. Quickly skating a hand down your cheek. Taking a gulp of a deep breath. Starting down the hallway to come to the doors at the end.

Letting the distance to that girls restroom salvage some of your anger. Let it ebb away and let the savage venom words roll down your skin like blunt razors.

You wait to see if they feel like they’ve drawn any blood.

Maybe just a raking deep black bruise. Perhaps the confrontation has lifted a rock solid weight off your chest. Cut your ties to something corrosive.

You storm to the doors at the end, and push your way out. Into the midsummer air. Afternoon sun washing over you as it creeps it’s golden-fiery way by. Slanting ochre across the parking lot.

A gaggle of people clutched around one of the sticky lunch tables stops you dead in your tracks.

That weight comes crashing back with all the subtle tact and grace of a tank storming a building.

It’s Hellfire. The crowd. It’s Gareth, Mike, Jeff and Henderson. They’re all clutched around someone sat on the bench seat. Someone who is leaning forwards with his elbows resting on his knees. One hand held up to his head.

Your mood plunges even more. There’s a sour shift as some of them twist to look at you.

Big childlike eyes full of something that approaches wariness. Sadness dashed with insecurity. The kid-like uncertainty of how to deal with this very gruesome and very real situation.

A cold can of tab, now warm, for the crescent bruise taking shape around his eye socket.

One of them fishing around in the bottom of their bag for crumpled blue band aids. Anything to help.

A wad of crinkly and loveless paper towels snatched from the boy’s restroom and wadded into a wet lump for the blood pouring under his nose. The fresh red that’s staining his tee like big gruesome poppy petals.

His free hand is wrapped around his side for the bruise he can already feel like a dark cloud of cherry red and blue cobwebbing up his skin and over each slat of his ribs on his left side.

They shuffle away from the table and you finally get to see what they all look so grim about.

Eddie is hunched over with a black eye and a bloodied face and nose. He’s muddy and dirty and scratched up and when he meets your gaze, your world shudders on its axis, to a grinding halt.

The way he’s looking at you shatters your damn heart into huge glassy shards. Diamonds and sprinkles of it, sharp and chunky, cut into your chest. Daggering.

He’s hurt.

He swallows and keeps eye contact. Looks at you with such fear and sorrow emanating from those big round bourbon eyes. You see the apprehension in his body.

It doesn’t get any better when he winced and tries to stand. Body bowing as he slowly eased himself off the bench seat. Hand cupping his ribs as he inched his way to a full stand. You hear him groan.

You see as pain flickers across his face. The usual springy frolicking gait is muted. It’s etched with pain and writ with ache.

He wishes he could read your expression right now. As it is he’s struggling to sort it into one emotion.

You look hurt, tear stained, livid and clenched rigid with something that could only be bone deep anger. Venomous, mind numbing, anger. And it was just bubbling and clawing it’s way to a fever pitch.

“Pencils-“ He wets his lips. Looks meek as he watches you carefully. Tenderness in his voice.

You dump your books where you stand and turn on your heel. Sketchbook cast to the floor and heaped atop your bag. You slam back through the doors and into the school - mind set on one salient thing.

The doors slam not seconds after you. The creaking jolt as the metal crunches back into place. Footprints scatter after you on the lino. The squeak of muddy sneakers. The gusting air of a sigh bred with a wince.

Eddie chases after you with all his might. Hooks his hand to your elbow. Tries his best to stop you.

“Hey. Pencils. Babe. Please, let’s get outta here. Let’s just forget this. I don’t know who it was- I didn’t see them.”

He’s really a terrible liar.

“With all due respect Eddie. I know who did it.” You explain bitterly, as you wander along. His touch turns to a tug on your elbow. Pulling at your shirt.

“Because he’s not smart enough to juggle two thoughts at once, much less try and hide the fact he beat you up. And second his jagged pill of a girlfriend just tore me to strips in the girls restroom for finding out.” You say. Possibly louder than you intended.

His face falls.

“Hey, hey…” He says softly.

You turn back. Tears springing down your cheeks. His hands are all over you. Cupping your neck. Your shoulders. You can smell the blood coming off him. Sour pennies. Desperation laced his voice. Comes off him in waves.

Desperate for you not to to this.

“This isn’t stupid shit to me Eddie. This is not okay. Not something I’m gonna let get brushed under the rug-“ your lip wobbles. You shake your head. You rub your nose. Chase the tickling tears away.

He mimics you. Shaking his own head so his hair flicks out. Eyes wide and terror stroked words pour out his mouth.

“Don’t go getting into trouble for me. I don’t want that for you.” He begs. His eyes are wide with it.

“Good thing I want it then.” You resolve.

He looks apprehensive. Choked by it. Scared by your resolve. He doesn’t want to let you do this. This is a doomsday territory.

“Pencils-“

You continue down the hall. He follows. Still doing everything in his power to convince you, or try to stop you. Credit to him, his list of reasons are pretty excellent.

Babe. Please. It doesn’t have to be a thing.

You’re on track. You have your grades. You got Indie state in your future to think of. I don’t want you jeopardising that for me.

I don’t want you going and getting in trouble for this.

He doesn’t stop you from making your way to the gym. But he is right there at your back as you push open the doors, shove your way inside and you don’t care if your entrance is loud.

The idiot jocks practice in the gym after school. Basketball mostly. Some dotted in the bleechers. Long suffering girlfriends sat with bubblegum pink coloured files, shaping their nails to the side and chatting and trying not to look too bored whilst the guys play. Linda sits chattering to one of the cheerleaders.

You wrinkle your nose at the stench. Whole place smells like musty sweat, floor polish and old socks.

Jonny has his back to you as he dribbled the ball. The ricochet of it pangs across the court.

You race across the floor to him like a hell fury. Fists clenched at your side. Eddie still trying in vain to get between you and your stubborn brain. To try and talk you out of this before it’s way too late.

Your entrance with him hot on your heels and whispering pleas at you, draws laughter and sniggering sneers from some of his dirtbag friends. Shouts come aimed your way.

Hey, look who it is. It’s the freaks.

Closed practice, morons.

Jonny doesn’t turn back but you make your presence known.

“Hey. You dumb fuck stain.”

You march right up to his sweaty back and shove him hard with both hands. Wrinkle that goddamn white basketball jersey.

The guys around him make mocking noises. Chorus of awes and exclamations.

The room slowly dawns quieter. The squeak of shoes muffled. Everyone’s eyes centre court where you stand seething. Panting for breath and trying to look as livid as you felt.

He turns back to you all slow and condescending. Like he’s some golden haired Apollo flouncing down from Mount Olympus to grace you with his presence. He’s limned in sweat and dissects you both with conceited arrogance.

“What’s your damage?” He sarcs. Looking down at you like you’re an ant. Or a mangy mongrel.

He flicks his eyes across and landing on Eddie.

“Munson. How’s them ribs.” He sneers.

You’re about ready to topple over the edge and spit nails. Anger gently creeps to a boil.

“Just peachy, thanks for asking.” Eddie answers. Mouth is a grim line. And his eyes look stern coal black. He turns his attention back to you.

“Pencils please. Let’s just let it go. There’s no point…” He whispers. Standing with his hand gently cupping your forearm.

“What do you want? Teams full. We don’t accept weirdos anyway.” Jonny pushes at the both of you.

“I’m not leaving this spot until you tell me why you attacked my boyfriend.” You steel. Voice low and even.

You can feel Eddie’s eyes on you like lasers. Burning holes in the back of your head.

His mouth gapes a little. If it weren’t for the fact he’s terrified off his ass stood here, his heart would flutter like a fledgling baby birds wings, to hear those words admitted aloud.

“No reason. Just don’t like him.” He shrugs all honesty. Passing the ball over to his friend. Standing with his hands on his hips.

“Careful hefting those big thoughts around. You might hurt yourself.” You fire out.

Your fight with Linda left sharp scalpel words on your tongue and now you ache to use them to their fullest.

He doesn’t look happy. Dark gold hair beading sweat down into his cenote blue eyes. Rigid anger on his frown as he glares at you.

“Linda didn’t like the idea of him being around you. She told us we were teaching him a lesson. To stay away from you. We were protecting you, moron.” He says like it should be obvious.

“How fucking considerate. Your girlfriend couldn’t think her way out of a damn paper bag if she had a map, Jonny.”

You feel Linda’s scowl all the way across the room. The weight those slitted eyes and a bitchy scoff. You know those echoing words found their target. Slammed right into bullseye red making their mark. You hope it truly hurts. As much as she hurt you

“She didn’t reserve the right to presume any fucking thing about me. And not one thing gave you not the right to hurt Eddie. Not under the guise of some macho-stupid ‘protecting-you’ crap.” You snarl.

He bounces the ball. You slam forwards and bat it out scathingly out his hand. Send it rolling away.

More chorus of noises scattered around you both as you stepped toe to toe with the guy who almost towered over you.

“You acted out of pure hatred. So don’t try and dress it up at something else. You useless. shithead.” You insult.

“And what are you going to do about it, freak, huh?” He jabbed. Nostrils flaring. Lips pressed together unattractively thin. Looks like a provoked silverback in his enclosure. About the beat his chest.

He turns to guffaw laughter and sneer with his friends.

When you speak it’s so reed thin it even makes a shiver run up Eddie’s spine. Slices of jagged metal.

And he’s not even on the receiving end of this frightening ire of yours. The one that’s bursting out of you like raw lightning. Like it can’t fathomably contain you. Love and fierce packed rage tight in situ.

“This…” You remark with a clenched fist. Thumb wrapped over your knuckles.

Your nail polish glints blue in the light like steely-inky beetle wings. Your eyes barely smother down live-wires. Danger, danger.

You thought about how they would’ve laughed at him.

Kicked him into the dirt like wet leaves and muck that drifts off the trees in fall.

How they would have laid into him and left him there. On the floor. Blood soaked.

Shown the freak who’s in charge.

It flashes when you rear your arm back. Putting full force into your right shoulder, feet taking a firm stance. You channel everything you have into this fearsome right hook;

You swing your fist straight into Jonnys face.

It’s powerful enough to hear a loud crack, you feel the blow shudder into bone. Catching his nose, which spurts blood.

He recoils and staggers. Knocked off balance. Sound punctured out his mouth. Clutching his bleeding face as red streams drip on his pretty white shoes. Stains his pristine uniform. Good.

Try explaining that one to mommy and daddy dearest.

You don’t even let him swing back around. You grab the shoulder of his disgusting sopping jersey and ball it in your hand. Using that as leverage to drive your knee high - hard - into his balls.

Before you let him slump to the floor in a bleeding pile of sweat glazed limbs. You mutter words just for him to take caution of.

“Come near me or Eddie again, and believe me I will break your goddamn jaw, Lopez.”

You let him crumple this time. Flag to the floor in a heap of collapsing bones and sweaty jock uniform.

He looks up at you, trembling. Blood skirting down his arms and past his cupped palm. Tears streak down his cheeks. You step back and let him crumple.

He’s spitting and snarling crude insults in between wails of pain, and a sticky mouthful that smears his teeth red, and stains his tongue with metal.

“You broke my nose, you crazy fuckin’ bitch.” He spits. It sounds wet. Words sluiced in crimson.

“Finally. A nickname I can warm too.” You scathe.

When you look up, guys around him flinched back a good few paces in case they fell into the category of your rage. Wariness edging their expression. Eyes wide and mouths caught suspended open, like brain dead guppies at feeding time.

Eddie stepped forwards and gently laid his hand on your shaking arm. His fingers urge you closer. Get you following him to haul ass outta there.

You scan the room and find Linda gaping at you just as dumbly as everyone else. She’s risen to a stand. Face like she’s just swallowed a painful poison pill. Apparently in no rush whatsoever to get to her boyfriend.

“It’s ok. I’m done here.” You tell him. Gritting your teeth. Meeting Linda’s eyes.

You turn and walk away. Back to this whole affair Amazed how scarily easy it is. Leaving your supposed friendship in the dust. Bleeding crumpled on that floor.

You feel an enormous sense of relief walking out that gym.

Your hand killing you. No doubt about it. Shooting mad red hot fireworks up and down your forearm. Your knuckles feel like hell. Sparking furious with pain.

You reach for Eddie’s hand anyway. Screw the pain. You slip your fingers into his. Turn and catch his eyes.

He’s watching you with so much cautionary care and concern.

You breathe. Lungs shivering around new calm air. Words come easy but you feel shaky with them.

“C’mon. Let’s go get you something for that eye.”

He agrees with a nod. Then that hopping spark that’s truly skated in usual Munson mischief, comes springing back full force into his eyes. Lovely happy bourbon again.

“Wouldn’t dare refuse you, Pencils. Not after seeing what you’re capable of.” He grins. Nudging you with a shoulder to get a smile out of you.

“Damn right. Those idiots just cost us a date night. He deserved all that and more.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” He smiles. Eyes still stuck on your face.

He lopes alongside you. Hand clutched in yours. Shoulder rolling to yours. It feels whole. It feels like trust.

~

You sit in Eddie’s van in the parking lot of the Fair Mart. Despite your protestations, he fully insisted he was fine to drive. He rolled into park out front just about as the sun began to set.

The night started to pull in. All lilac and periwinkle skies, soft as a vintage eiderdown that made you think of bluebirds feathers as you watched that solemn shade of blue overtake the sky.

Making the all too yellow lights within the dingy place stand out proud. Blinking a little. Humming along with the huge freezers inside. All the twee touches of home made signs telling you about the canned goods on offer. Written on card with flicky show-manly italics. Some easy friendly music sparkles out the speakers.

The plump clerk is smiling and jolly and bubbly bright, even when you unload for a whole armful of some medical supplies on the counter. Eyeing your now purpling knuckles with sparky perception. Ringing things up, you throw in a bag of jolly ranchers and a couple of ice cold cans - they suggest a rattling jar of aspirin.

“Take away the sting, honey.” He wafts a knowing hand. “That’ll be $11.90.”

You pay with a watery smile and walk out with a paper bag full. It crinkles in your arms as you go back to Eddie. Who’s sat with his legs dangling out the driver side of his van. Fidgeting with his rings all skittish. Legs swinging to an invisible tune. Still Rattlehead, actually.

You’re the only people in the place. Talk about lulled and sleepy Hawkins. This clearly isn’t a place for two teenagers on a Friday night. They’re all off sucking face at the quarry or skull rock. Or gathering at the arcade.

You come back and get to work cleaning him up.

Lump the bag down beside him, close to his hip, and you stand between his spread legs. Hand fiddling with your belt loop so carefully. He feels you gently brush sweeps of his bangs off his forehead to get at his skin and smudge away a bit of dirt. He lets you. Sat there and losing himself in his gazing.

He winced a little when you gently dabbed some antiseptic cream on the cut at his cheek.

“There’s Jolly ranchers in there you know.” You supply.

“Is that a bribe for me to sit still?” He checks. “Cause it will definitely work.” He dives his hand into the crinkly paper and searches for the candy. He finds one and holds it in his palm until you’re done.

“Who, um.” He swallows. Looking too intently at his ripped jean kneecap. “Who taught you how to—“

You draw back and let him find his words. Let him come to you with it.

“Who taught me how to throw a punch?” You smile.

Still dabbing his cheek. Fingers slipped under his chin and tilting his head up to you. When he could stay still enough.

“My sister. She bought me self defence lessons after-“ The words die and wither up all grey and ashen in your mouth.

You break eye contact for a second and rub at your brow.

It slowly creeps over his head like some dreadful tide. After what?-

Eddie knows he doesn’t like the look settling over your features. One bit. He doesn’t care for it at all.

“It was the summer before junior year. Around the time Linda and Jonny started dating. We went to this party. She didn’t want to go alone so I was roped in. Dressed me in one of her stupid mini skirts, planned to set me up with one of his buddies, Alex.” You pause and chew over the words.

“It was stupid as shit, looking back now, but we got so stupid drunk. Teen freedoms and lite beer. We thought we were so cool. So much so I didn’t notice that my drink was spiked with something. I don’t even know what. All I can remember is just, blackness, and then waking up with Alex sliding his hand up my skirt.”

Eddie blinks. Shuts his eyes for a second. His voice sounds so far away. “Shit. Pencils.” He rasps. Upset and angry on your behalf. He looks more hurt than all those bruises scattering his face.

“Nothing else happened. I screamed blue murder, and shoved him off me and just turned tail and got the hell out of dodge. Walked miles home in heels til I got blisters all over. Charlie was so so pissed. First time I’ve ever seen my Mom go full apocalyptic angry.” You explain.

“She wanted to bring charges but Alex’s family lived on Loch Nora, and his dad was a bigwig in local council so naturally he just chalked it up to underage kids having too much drink and touting it around town that a ‘misunderstanding’ occurred. Transferred their golden boy to a private school. And it just got, quietly swept away.” You accept.

All the pieces slowly floated and formed together to clarity in Eddie’s head.

“Linda stayed with Jonny even after all that shit you went through…” He asks. You nod.

“Stuck like glue.” You infer.

He can’t stand it any longer. wraps his arms around you fully and tugs you into a bold hug. Burying his face in your chest. Listening to the tick of your heart, and feeling you hold him back. Smiling and pressing a kiss to the wild nest of his hair. He smelled like sour-sweet green apple shampoo and earthy papery leaves.

“I’m so sorry.” He rumbled into your arm. His hug says so much more than that.

I’m here and I’m not leaving. Whatever you need - I’ll give it. Carve it out of my chest because you own every piece of me - in full.

“Not your fault, Eddie. I stopped being mad a while ago.” You tell him. Pressing another kiss to his head.

That’s why he’d been so unsuccessful in being able to stop you today. Because you’d let one bout of assault go, like hell were you about to let that happen all over again. And not to him. Drew some blood of your own to partially settle an old debt. To quiet some old violent ghosts.

He lets go of you and plonks the red wrapped jolly rancher in your right hand.

“I think you need and deserve this more than I do. And I’ll keep on being mad on your behalf - if that’s ok.” He says honestly. Fingers slithering through yours. He twists your hand over and sees the bruises wrapping around your knuckles.

You smile.

“I’ll take that.” You answer in reply to his offer. “The candy and that kind offer.”

Cause this is exactly what you need. Him. Him in all his unusual and funky glory.

Metal head with a heart so pure you’re actually certain it is made of solid gold. He whom proclaims to the world he’s nothing but a devil worshipping Satanist, made up of cynical death metal, and pot smoke.

Yet, he’s the guy who puts wrapped candy in your hand. Plies you with kisses and tried to hard to keep you out of tumbling headlong into trouble for his sake. Wanted to take you for a greasy burger and just share every silent soaked moment with you. No matter what you’re doing as long as you’re shoulder to shoulder.

He’s springing up before you can stop him. Sits you in the seat he occupied and told you firmly to ‘wait here, toots.’

Then, he’s scampering across the grocery store lot all jangly jacket and mad frizzy rocker hair bouncing as he goes. The soft pad of his feet on the doormat and the swish of the door he pushes open.

He drifts around the aisle for a few minutes before you see the top of his head bounce as he jaunts to the checkout and pay with a load of coins and a crumpled bill dug out his pocket.

He’s out the doors and whirling back to you in no time at all.

Hand on his ribs as he winced and realised that moving around all silly like he normally does would have its consequences. Ode to a bruise.

He comes over and crouched in front of you. Proudly showing you his purchases. He holds them up like he’s won an award.

bag of frozen peas and a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream.

“For you, my most dangerous slash badass weirdo.” He grins. Even under that black eye, and the cut limned with purple across the bridge of that nose, his brightness and joy is infectious.

He takes your hand and you smile as he settles the peas on it. Settles his hand on top of it and stays crouched. Looking up at you with literal stars in his eyes.

You’re hit with such a fierce wave of love it shocks you from the inside out. Punching into your ribs and mangling and mashing your heart and lungs together with something that burns all mean like static. Words trip off your tongue like a smudge of sugar. You feel drunk on them; fever and maddening realisation in a shockwave.

You put your hand over his. Ice cold and shifting crunch on the bag.

“Eddie, you’re free tonight right?”

“Well the beauty pageant will have to take a hike with these shiners.” He plays. Tilts his head.

“What would you say if I asked you to spend the night?” You check.

His brain seems to crunch and churn through the cogs to answer.

“The night?” His eyebrows almost swoop up and disappear into his bangs.

“Not sure your mom would be too wild about that.” He says.

“She’s in San Francisco. Short haul. Not back til Monday.”

“Oh.” Eddie nods. And then it hits him.

“O h.”

You keep eye contact and smile. “I'm game. What’s say you, Munson?”

“Holy shit. Pencils.” He wets his lips. Grinning.

~

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[chirpsythismorning]

Fun fact: the shot of Mike stepping off the cliff in s1 was likely a visual parallel to Sarah jumping off the stairs in this shot from Labyrinth (1986).

For those that haven't read this theory, please do because I didn’t make these observations myself and the original post goes a lot deeper into the details from Labyrinth, which in some ways align a little too conveniently with the narrative we’re seeing unravel on the show with Mike over the seasons.

For some basic context, in s4, we even get a reference to M.C. Escher’s Relativity hanging on the wall in Mike’s room, which is also on the wall of Sarah’s bedroom, along with that work being what inspired the scene in Labyrinth. 

This next part has actually been talked about before quite a bit in the fandom, even outside of tumblr, so it’s not exactly some breakthrough as a concept on its own.

Every season, in the first scene (re)introducing the main characters, Mike is running late in some capacity. In 1x01 it’s around 3 minutes, in 2x01 it’s around 6 minutes, in 3x01 it’s around 8 minutes, and in 4x01 it’s around 13 minutes. 

So technically not the literal season opener, as that’s usually reserved to a flashback at some different location, but obviously still within those first 15 minutes, following directly after the opener…

And since we already have an idea of what the opening of s5 is going to be, what do we think the scene directly after it is going to be? You know, in the scene that Mike has been consistently running late in, for four seasons now?

Speaking of 15 minutes, I think that if they were to keep this trend going for the final season (the full circle-ness of it all is honestly too epic to pass up), it’s likely that this final time it will happen around the 15 minute mark of 5x01, as that would make the build up for it each season pretty consistent.

And not only that, but it would also literally be a callback to what Karen says to Mike that first time he’s late in s1: 

And here’s my other favorite line from one of these scenes, in the context of this theory, because it literally acknowledges this concept directly and with this air of foreshadowing I cannot stress enough:

Interestingly, another detail that ties all these ‘Mike being late’ scenes together, is stairs.

In s1 he’s running up the stairs to convince his mom to let them keep playing.

In s2 he’s rushing down the stairs trying to avoid Nancy’s wrath.

In s3 he’s awkwardly bumping into strangers going down the escalator in Starcourt Mall.

And in s4 he’s hurrying down the stairs on his way to school.

The whole point of Labyrinth is that it’s an allegory for growing up, with Sarah going from dressing up as a princess to reenact one of her favorite fairytales after being chastised by her step-mom for not going on more dates like girls her age, to Sarah rejecting her childhood and it leading to an unfortunate series of events, forcing her to face reality and take responsibility of her own life.

Does this sound like anyone we know?

Mike, who starts the show in s1 playing DND animatedly with his friends before being interrupted by his mom to end the campaign despite protests, to his mom in s2 punishing his bad behavior by having him get rid of some of his favorite toys, to him in s3 insisting that they’re 'not kids anymore' and that it was inevitable for them to stop playing games and grow up and get girlfriends, to him now in s4 reverting back to this earlier version of himself, sporting the Hellfire shirt proudly, to then reverting back to pretending when showing up at the airport with Argyle calling his outfit a shitty knock off (aka calling Mike a shitty knock-off), and without the story ever acknowledging why those shifts happened in the first place, and with one season left?

Hint? Forced conformity. That’s what’s killing the kids. That’s the real monster.

They literally told us already that out of all the monster we've seen in the show, this is what is worse than all of that. Meaning that what is about to go down, most likely topping everything we've seen up to this point, is likely going to involve forced conformity.

I also think it’s interesting that the scene in Labyrinth happened during the climax of the film, because arguably if you were to watch Stranger Things in its entirety, from s1-5, the beginning of s5 is going to feel very much like the climax to the overall story. 

Things are going to be happening fast. The stakes are insane because they need to top everything that they’ve done up to this point. Something’s gotta give. And Mike is just not looking safe out here guys.

I could go on and on about all the hints that Mike is danger, but I’ll just share my favorites. 

How am I gonna survive a whole week without you guys? Mike says, at the tail end of his opening scene in s4, and with s5 set to start at the end of said week.

Mike sitting in front of an antique funeral home fan in the s4 promotional pictures of the party in the Creel attic.

Nancy saying she saw Mike die in the vision Vecna showed her, with the early stages of said vision coming true as season 4 nears its end.

Mike getting hit in the head with an arrow front and center by Suzie’s brother, in a sequence that was loaded with foreshadowing for the end of s4 (and beginning of s5?).

Watch out dominos. Your dominos are gonna fall. Argyle says, with Mike equally in the frame behind him.

Without heart, we’d all fall apart. Will says, after telling Mike he’s the heart.

A Karen lookalike standing in front of the missing person's board at the end of s4.

Mike’s very first line in the show (also the literal first line in the show) being A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you into the darkness. It is almost here…

So maybe, theoretically speaking, what we could get by that 15 minute mark going into s5, is Mike running late one last time, and it potentially being a callback to that cliff scene ie. Labyrinth.

Another scene that I think might've been foreshadowing what is currently going down, is Max and Mike both getting knocked out by Billy at the end of s3. Max goes down first and Mike follows right after, though Max is the first to come to and help them both up.

We know Max is unlikely to be separated from the rest of the characters the whole season, that’s just not feasible. She'll at least be on-screen despite maybe not being back with the others right away, even if it’s just a cryptic cliffhanger at the end of 5x01, followed by her returning more consistently on screen after that leading up to her rescue. With the way things ended in s4 though, we need to know where she’s at and get to finding her. Which is why I think at most it will be a 1-2 episode arc.

So maybe, this moment from s3 was a hint about Max and Mike’s impending doom at the hands of Vecna, as a result of not only their emotional states, but also their bonds with El, and them then being isolated for a short time (presumed dead), only to find their way back?

It’s also worth noting Mike was the only person to witness any of Max’s symptoms from the curse prior to her finding out about it, with the camera focusing on him beside her and looking at her worriedly as her nose bled. We don’t know who Vecna’s fourth victim was going to be, because Max threw herself in as bait, but could it have originally been Mike?

I know a lot of people don't like the Mike getting Vecna'd theories or Mike is depressed takes and so if you find yourself in that position, feel free to subtweet away or whatever you need to cope with my nonsense.

I'm not a big Mike is suicidal truther or anything even, nor do I think it makes sense for him to get Vecna'd in the traditional sense like how it happened with the others in s4 because the gates are open. But Vecna still hasn’t carried out his entire plan, a plan that includes Mike dying. And the imagery surrounding it all leading up to this is compelling regardless.

If one shot at the end of s3, with Max sitting in Billy's room while Hopper was in the background saying and yeah sometimes it's painful and sometimes it's sad was enough to hint at her whole depression arc in s4, then Mike being focused on for multiple shots while Hopper was in the background saying But, lately, I guess I've been feeling... distant from you. Like you're pulling away from me or something.-- And I guess, if I'm being really honest, that's what scares me. I don't want things to change, with Mike looking longingly at the Byers house, cutting to Will looking out the car window crying, then cutting back to Mike walking into his mom's arms with a dead stare on his face, has gotta be enough to justify dude going through some shit, which coincidentally matches up with everything talked about here.

Turns out getting to Mike, now that was the key…

Maybe the first episode of s5 is about Mike ending up wherever Max is, somewhere caught in between, and them ‘crawling’ back ie. The Crawl.

Definitely might add some context to that funkopop shot-listing video Ross posted, followed by one other photo a few days later with the caption being that they finished shot-listing for 5x01-5x02. Meaning the initial video posted was likely from 5x01...

[sapphic-bats]

It all started on Eddie's birthday.

Dustin had adamantly insisted that they host a party, to which Eddie relented, amused. After all, he had never really had a party before. They bought cake, invited everyone to Steve's, and decorated the house in colors that Eddie was baffled to see. I mean, who decorated for something as insignificant as a birthday celebration?

The gifts started out reasonably cheap for last-minute presents. It was more than Eddie had ever gotten, lest Wayne would buy him a very important gift every year, having saved up money since Eddie's last birthday. Dustin bought him more D&D books and a few sets of multi-colored dice. Mike handed him a small, cardboard necklace box that previously held a pendant of Nancy's, and now held all sorts of shiny, iridescent guitar picks. Will blushed, unused to praise, at the gratitude he received for a beautiful portrait of the Hellfire Club mascot in all its glory. Erica and Lucas gifted him a Mettalica t-shirt, one that wasn't currently sitting in Eddie's collection. So on, so on.

Until it reached Steve.

He laughed as everyone cheered at him, egging him on persistently until he gave in and placed the small box in front of Eddie.

The man grinned and cracked open the case, staring down at a beautiful onyx ring, embossed with a bat-shaped gem embedded into the center. His eyes widened, gaping at the object before a wolfish smile broke upon his face.

He looked up at Steve. "So soon? You haven't even asked me out to dinner yet."

Steve laughed, a twinge of sheepishness glinting through, though melting away with Eddie's jest. "You wish. No," He smiled. "I saw it in a store and... I thought of you."

The other man inspected it suspiciously. "How much did this even cost?" He scoffed aloud.

Steve said nothing.

Eddie now peered back up at the man scrutinizingly. "Steve. How much did this cost?"

"Ah, um," The brunette sucked on his bottom lip stubbornly. "Yeah, no. Robs, you're up."

As Robin went on to endow her present, Eddie snuck sneering glares of inquiry at Steve. Eventually, he acquiesced, but he never forgot the gift and its donor.

[]

One last "Vecna" scare.

Vines has seeped into the Right Side Up, thrashing around like their beastly counterparts, both bats and dogs together. One last mission before Vecna had died, one that they had not forgotten in their months in the opposing realm, waiting for an opportunity to carry out their orders of their deceased master.

Eddie took a drag from his cigarette before handing it to Steve. They were on night watch duty while the others gathered materials. Steve exhaled shakily, then inhaled from the cigarette.

"So, this is it."

Steve frowned, glancing over to rest his eyes on Eddie. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, this could be our last battle, and we know it." The man laughed humorlessly. "Everyone knows it, I see it weighing down the kids, and... eh, I dunno. It sucks, man."

Steve nodded, eyebrows lowering in empathy. "Yeah, I feel it too." He shuddered. "As long as we stick together this time, everything will be fine."

There was a pause for a moment, before Eddie took the cigarette from Steve and gripped the man's hands.

"Hey, promise me that if anything goes south, take the kids and run. I can fend for myself."

Steve recoiled, something akin to anger flashing on his face. "Can you? Because the last time you played hero, you died."

But Eddie wasn't perturbed. "I know. But it's a lot better than risking a casualty among the kids." He gazed down sadly, almost regrettably.

"Listen, Eddie. Our party doesn't just abandon our members when things look rough. We're not gonna let you get hurt, not this time." He glared at him, directly in the eyes. "But you have to do your part, and not try to do hero shit. You just completely disregarded my instructions!"

Eddie still wouldn't meet Steve's eyes. "So what do you want me to tell you?" Frustration laced his voice gingerly.

"I don't know, but you can do a lot better than just, 'Make him pay.'"

A silence hung in the air, and Eddie sighed.

"That's not what I was going to say."

Steve looked over.

"'Make him pay'? That wasn't what I really wanted to say." Eddie reiterated.

A pause. "What... were you going to say?"

Eddie inhaled deeply, meditatively, as if preparing to reveal something he wished to have kept buried, however it killed him.

"I was going to tell you I loved you."

Another hesitation.

"You... love me?"

Eddie nodded, finally meeting Steve's gaze. "And I can't die without telling you first."

He could swear his heartbeat raised about twenty percent, breathing hastened, hands shaking. Steve knew it was now or never.

All of his life, he had taken risks for other people. It was time he took one for himself.

He leaned forwards and kissed Eddie, shock rippling through the other for a mere moment before he kissed back, taking the man in his arms. They stood there for a moment, tasting skin and dark salt and cigarette smoke, and though the combination might sound repulsive, soon a citrus-sweet flavor began to bloom between it. They parted, heaving with the energy they'd sacrificed and the adrenaline they had created.

"I love you too." Steve gasped, something glistening near his waterline, shining like raindrops on the windshield of a car. It felt so good to finally be the one to say it back.

Eddie laughed victoriously, a feat of his nerves well over, rejection far behind them. Steve couldn't help but laugh too, still entwined in the other's grasp.

"Steve, I love you so much I could marry you right now." He joked, his fit of laughter still shaking him.

He didn't know what came over him, but Steve grinned. "So do it."

The laughter died in astonishment. "Wha- really?"

Steve nodded, furrowing his brows in ridicule of something almost unspeakable. "Yeah, fuck whatever laws there are. Marry me."

Maybe it was the adrenaline, but there was no unsurety or regret in any word he spoke, nor was there a trace of either in his gleaming eyes. Eddie blinked, and soon his face mirrored Steve's simper.

"Well, then. Steve Harrington," He released Steve, dropping to one knee gracefully. "Love of my life, heir to the heavens, will you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?"

He had slid a ring of his off of his left hand, the skull ring that had previously resided on his ring-finger, and held it up to Steve in proposal.

The man wasted no time in seizing the ring from Eddie's open palm, and slipping it onto his own engagement finger. He pulled the man to his feet and kissed him again, this time smiling widely.

When they separated, Eddie smirked. "I believe we have one more step to the process?"

Steve smiled knowingly, knitting his brows in mock annoyance. He then held out his hand. "My weapon?"

The other slid the onyx ring off of his finger adjacent to his middle, the middle finger which was adorned with an old ring that he now hastily moved to a separate finger on his right hand, along with the rest of his rings on the left. He dropped it into Steve's palm.

The man barely had any time to speak once he kneeled. "Eddie Munson, will you marry-"

He was interrupted by Eddie taking hold of his face on either side and pressing his lips to Steve's. He just about giggled. "Yes."

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And on October 6th, 2014, their rings, never once removed, touched together while they laced their fingers in front of the TV as it spoke the headline, "Gay Marriage Now Legalized In Indiana".

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[desiccatedwithering]

The others are fine-tuning the plan, and Steve, for once, is grateful that they haven’t bothered to ask for his input. He wouldn’t have anything useful to say. Not now, when stress and fear are a rope around his neck, choking him more and more as they close the distance back to Hawkins. Not when he can see a hundred different ways that this could go wrong, could all come crashing down on their heads. Not now, when Robin’s concern is rattling around in his head, when it’s taken on a life of its own, shaking him and screaming, “Someone is going to die!”

They’re spread too thin, fighting on too many fronts. They’re not being smart about this. But he’s dumb, too dumb to figure out a solution, too dumb to offer up anything other than “No, no, no, this will get everyone killed.”

The thought of leaving Max and Lucas and Erica alone makes his teeth hurt, makes him genuinely sick to his stomach. They’re children.

And worse than that, Lucas and Erica are both associated with Hellfire now. The whole town will be hunting them, out for blood. What if Erica gets spotted? Jason wasn’t afraid to get in Nancy’s face in public, and Mike’s in fucking California right now, couldn’t possibly be involved with helping Eddie. So what will he do if he finds the Sinclairs, in the middle of the night, all alone, with Max in a trance?

Steve should stay with them. Keep them safe.

But—

Vecna—or Henry or One, whatever—he’s like El. Sure, he’ll be in a trance when they get to the house, but once they light him on fire? He’s gonna wake up, and he’s gonna be pissed. And Steve isn’t sure how much help he’d be against someone with superpowers, but three against one is better odds than two against one. (And a part of him thinks he’s justified in worrying that a gun might not do much, not when the Upside Down has apparently transformed him into an even bigger monster. Bullets didn’t stop the demogorgon. Who says they’ll stop Vecna, even if he used to be a normal man?)

And then there’s Eddie and Dustin, and he can almost convince himself that they’ll be safe. But the wounds in his sides are throbbing in time with his heartbeat, and he knows that Dustin is loyal to a fault—“You die, I die”—and for all Eddie’s talk of being a coward, Steve knows that he isn’t, and—

Fuck it.

The others are so caught up in rehashing the plan that they don’t even notice that he’s gone off course until he’s parked and marching out of the RV.

“Wh— Steve! What are—?”

“I’ll be right back, Rob. Two minutes.”

“Where—?” The rest of Eddie’s question is cut off as the RV door swings shut.

Steve jogs up the drive, gritting his teeth at the flare of pain in his sides, and pounds on the door. “Tommy? You home, man? It’s Steve!”

A moment later, the door is yanked open, Tommy spitting, “What the fuck, Steve? You—” He stops abruptly, eyes raking over Steve from head to toe and back again. “Fuck, Steve, you look like hell. What happened?”

Steve grimaces. He doesn’t bother to answer the question; there’ll be time to explain later, if he’s right about this. God, he hopes he’s right about this.

Carol appears behind Tommy—which is a relief; he’d hate to have to do this twice—and gives Steve the same once over, eyes narrowing. She opens her mouth, closing it again when he shakes his head slightly.

“I hate to do this,” he says, “but you remember the promise we made? When we were nine?”

Tommy’s eyes widen, and his shoulders go rigid. “Steve?” he asks, and he sounds— fuck, he sounds terrified. Steve closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath so he doesn’t turn tail and run. He prays to a god he doesn’t believe in that it’ll be enough. (A tiny, selfish, awful part of him almost hopes that it won’t. But he squashes that voice down. They don’t have another choice; they need more help.)

Carol pushes past him, reaching out for the hem of Steve’s shirt and lifting it delicately. Steve doesn’t protest. Her mom’s a nurse; she’s always been able to tell when he’s hurt and hiding it. No point trying to conceal gaping holes in his sides if he couldn’t sneak something as minor as a sprained wrist past her.

She clearly wasn’t expecting it to be this bad, though. She gasps, her hands trembling where they hold his shirt. “How—? Who—?”

“What the fuck?” Tommy asks, face pale, expression queasy.

Steve knows how it looks, the massive blooms of blood soaking into the makeshift bandage. (He’d say it looks worse than it is, but it honestly hurts like a bitch.)

“I’m sorry,” he says, sure that remorse is bleeding from every pore. He hates, hates, hates himself for dragging someone new into this mess yet again. “But I could really use some help.”

“Fuck, Steve. Of course,” Carol says instantly, looking like she’s about to march off to track down whoever did this to him and make them pay.

Steve glances at Tommy again. His jaw is clenched and his hands are balled into fists at his sides, but he meets Steve’s eyes and nods. “Whatever you need.”

“It’s dangerous. Deadly,” Steve says, almost frantic. As much as he needs their help, he needs them to understand what they’re getting into. “You might not—”

“Steve,” Tommy says. His hand comes up in a familiar move, then stops just in front of Steve’s shoulder, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch. “We made a promise.”

Steve nods, throat too tight to say anything. He’s distantly aware that tears are welling in his eyes, but he doesn’t bother trying to hide them. All he can do is close the scant distance between them, leaning into the pressure of Tommy’s hand almost desperately, hoping the gesture shows even a fraction of his gratitude.

Tommy nods back and repeats, “Whatever you need, Stevie.”

[aemiron-main]

eddie munson is a hypocrite

btw eddie is NOT fully anti-conformity and eddie munson IS a hypocrite. the sheer irony of the ‘anti-conformity club’/hellfire club having matching t shirts is almost enough on its own but just look at how eddie mocks people who aren’t like him. he doesn’t just mock people who antagonize him, like the jocks, he mocks EVERYONE who isn’t like him or who doesn’t align with what he wants (such as dustin and mike when they ask to move the game which is a whole other post abt eddie trying to toughen them up because the real world is tough but in reality he is playing a role in creating that tough real world via the way he treats them/repeating the cycle of abuse in a way), eddie is NOT anti-conformity, especially not in the beginning: he just wants people to conform to HIM and HIS ideals and standards. he is not anti-rules, he wants people to play by HIS rules. he’s been outcast by society and now seeks to outcast others instead of trying to overthrow the outcasting overall.  eddie munson and ted wheeler are far more similar than either one of them would like to admit: both of them are conformity under the guise of nonconformity, both of them use a shield of the idea of nonconformity as a means through which they enforce their standards of conformity. ted does not present himself as pro-conformity, at least not fully. instead, he uses a guise of nonconformity, saying things like ‘if your friend jumped off a bridge, would you?’ as a way of enforcing his own standards of conformity. he doesn’t want mike to jump off the bridge because he’s following someone else- but he also doesn’t want mike to deviate from conforming to ted’s standards and ideals. eddie is the same. eddie talks about nonconformity and being a freak but then ostracizes and mocks people who are different from him. both eddie and ted want people to conform to THEIR rules and attempts to execute such a desire by through false ideas of nonconformity. they don’t want to undo systems of oppression, so to speak, THEY just want to be the oppressors, the ones in charge.  like it’s no coincidence that the hellfire club has such a specific hierarchy and dynamic: when we see the party (dustin lucas mike and will) playing dnd on their own, they DO have a dm, but there’s still a pretty equal power balance, and will and mike swap between DMing. but with eddie? he’s the dm but it goes beyond that, he uses his position as DM to exert power over other members even outside of the context of DND. like there’s a reason, narratively, why hellfire has such strict rules and why it’s not framed as an even balance the way that the party’s dnd sessions are (ie the whole party sits at the same square table whereas in hellfire eddie sits at the head of a long, uneven table. even though the party’s dms sit at the table, there’s no head of the table to sit at, they’re on equal footing) and why eddie treats it like an exclusive club when he first meets erica despite the fact that it’s supposedly supposed to be an anti-conformity club for outcasts: and the reason is because it’s not actually an anti-conformity club for outcasts, rather, it’s eddie’s attempt to exert his own form on conformity onto people. Mike has gone from conforming to Ted’s standards to conforming to Eddie’s in many ways. i think eddie is a great and fascinating character! but he’s also a hypocrite! which is frankly actually a large part of what fascinates me about him! 

[unhappycylinder]

Hellfire's Newest Member (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Pt. 3

Masterlist

"And before we begin our pep rally," the principal began, standing in the middle of the gymnasium floor, "I'd like to introduce our newest student - a senior who will be graduating with the class of '86. Y/n y/l/n, will you please stand up?" He scanned the crowd as you felt your gut drop, your face burning with embarrassment. Robin turned around from her spot in the band and gave you an encouraging thumbs up. Reluctantly, you stood up for a couple seconds and gave a brief wave to the principal on the floor, the entire student body turning to look at you.

Hushed whispers fell over the crowd as you took your seat and the principal continued to talk about the upcoming basketball game. You tried not to listen to them, putting your head in your hands, but you heard scattered chatter, obviously about you

"she's kinda hot, not gonna lie," a boy sitting a few rows down from you said

"why would you start a new school two months before graduation? I bet she's got some freaky secret," you heard someone else say

The whispers seemed to be the only thing you could hear, and it was overwhelming, like a tornado of other people's opinions was engulfing you. You were about to get up to leave when you felt two presences on either side of you.

"Hey y/n" a familiar voice said.

You looked up to see the boys from last night sitting  next to you, both wearing matching shirts that said 'Hellfire' on them, the same shirt Eddie was wearing this morning.

"You looked a little distressed," Dustin continued

"Yeah, I mean if the principal made me stand up in front of the school like that, I think I would have thrown up," Mike chuckled.

You chuckled along with him, "I feel like I might, that was absolute torture"

You hated to admit it, but their presence was comforting, and you were happy to know that you didn't scare them too badly last night. They sat silently, watching the principal speak, until you broke the silence with a question that had been on your mind.

"So what's this Hellfire thing, are you guys like satanists or something?" You asked, gesturing to Dustin's shirt.

"Oh this?" He laughed as he pulled his jacket away, revealing the design on the shirt, "no its just a club Mike and I are in."

You didn't want to keep staring and make shit awkward, so you looked away and nodded, wondering what the hell this 'Hellfire' could be. 

----

The assembly finally ended and Mike and Dustin said their goodbyes before walking out of the gym. Robin came up and grabbed your arm again before dragging you down the hall, droning on and on about how embarrassing that must have been and how nervous she was the entire time. 

You couldn't help yourself but wonder why you hadn't seen Eddie at the pep rally; was he skipping? No, he drove you this morning. Was he avoiding you? Why would he, its not like you did anything weird. Or the worst option: was he off with another girl? 

Stop thinking like that y/n, you thought to yourself. You've met this guy once, there's no way you can already have feelings for him. You barely know the guy. Plus there's no way he has feelings for you. He's probably just a nice guy who didn't want you walking down the highway alone.

Anyone would have stopped to help you...right?

Robin finally stopped talking as she opened the door to your classroom - History - which caught you out of your trance.

"y/n...hello? Have I been talking your ear off or are you off in dreamland?" Robin asked, waving a hand over your face.

"No no Robin, you're totally fine, I was just thinking about stuff. First day and all, its just a bit overwhelming I guess," you replied trying to hide your cheeks blushing.

As you walked in, your eyes scanned the room for Eddie...nothing, you felt both relieved and disappointed. Robin walked you over to the teacher's desk where you introduced yourself to your new teacher and he handed you a packet of makeup work, explaining that you could take your time with it and take a seat in the back next to Robin.

Class went by quickly, history was one of your favorite subjects so you found it easy to listen and pass notes to Robin at the same time.

"the guy in front of you looks like a muppet" Robin wrote on a piece of notebook paper, making you chuckle

"spitting image of Ernie"  you wrote back, Robin stifled a snort

"see anyone that catches your eye yet?"  she handed the note to you with a wiggle of her eyebrows

"maybe, maybe not. I've met someone but I think its to early to say"  you wrote back, she gasped.

"Everything okay back there, Buckley?" The teacher asked, turning around from the chalkboard.

"All good, sir, I'm just so blown away by the uh...the...."she struggled

"The physical expanse of the first world war," you started, looking at Robin and gesturing for her to finish.

"Oh yes! Like y/n said, I'm just so surprised at just how much of Europe was engulfed by conflict during this period," she said, wide eyed.

"Astute observation Miss y/l/n, Miss Buckley," your teacher smiled before returning to his lecture.

Robin started frantically scribbling on her paper, handing it to you a second later

"my hero...and don't think I forgot about your last answer ;)"

You shook your head at her and smiled. Maybe Robin would be a great friend, she seemed a lot like you, but also like the bold, crazy, support you needed to get through a new school.

The bell rang a few minutes later and Robin pulled you out of the classroom with enthusiasm, walking you to your locker, which was next to hers, before crowding you between your locker doors.

"Okay y/l/n spill!"

"What?"

"Spill! Spill the beans right now!! Who do you like?" She practically screamed, gaining a few looks from the people around you.

"No-nobody, its nothing" you started putting books in your locker.

"Y/n, I'm not showing you to your next class until you tell me who it is. Who's the lucky person that gets the attention of the beautiful new y/n y/l/n?"

"Robin, seriously, its noth-" you began, but were stopped by a familiar frame slamming through the front doors of the school. Your eyes transfixed on him, his long hair, his jackets, his ripped jeans, his handkerchief ;). You were visibly drooling, and he knew it, because his eyes caught yours within seconds and his face transformed into a devilish smile.

Robin's eyes followed yours to the man you were fawning over,

"Oh my god," she began, "its Eddie! You have a crush on Eddie Munson!" She yelled like she just won a game of bingo.

Her volume made your eyes widen as you turned your attention to her, hoping to god Eddie hadn't heard her.

He had.

"Robin, shut the hell up!" You gritted through your teeth, making her laugh and slam her back against the lockers.

"y/n, never in my wildest dreams would I have pictured a sweet little history nerd like you to be head over heels for Eddie 'the freak' Munson."

Eddie stopped just in front of you two, smirking like he was about to rip you apart, licking his lips as he stared at you.

"Speak of the devil," Robin said, "I'll leave you two to catch up. She has math right now, Munson, I'm leaving her in your care, please don't be an idiot," and with that, Robin disappeared down the hallway, winking at you and humming as she spun around the people she passed.

Your eyes returned to Eddie, who had stepped even closer to you and placed his arm above you on the locker. Your eyes met, his staring into your soul.

"Hi y/n" he whispered lowly.

"Hi Eddie," you looked up at him, somehow more embarrassed than you were at the pep rally.

"It just so happens that I also have math right now" he said, grabbing your books from your arms, grazing his rings against your inner arm as he stepped away from you. You just stood there, wide-eyed, watching his every move, "are we gonna go or are you gonna stand there gawking...we don't want you late on your first day, sweetheart," he smiled.

"Uh yeah, right, of course. I wouldn't want to give a bad impression," you started

"A bad impression?" He asked as you started walking down the hallway with him, "now how could you ever do that?"

You smiled as he led you into the room, setting your books down on a desk next to his in the back corner, you followed.

"You can sit next to me darling, wouldn't want anyone else getting the pleasure of suffering through math with you," he said.

Eddie pulled your desk slightly closer to his before you could sit down, you watched as his ringed hand gripped the metal bar of your desk.

don't even think about it, y/n. Math is not the place for naughty thoughts

"And I wouldn't want to suffer through my first Hawkins math class with anyone else, Munson" you smiled.

You watched your teacher as he wrote on the board, catching Eddie glimpsing at you every few minutes during class, smirking at you whenever you did. After twenty minutes or so you felt his knee bouncing against yours, making you look over to him where he turned to face you 

"I have zero clue what's going on" he whispered, you giggled, "I think I'm gonna need a tutor if I'm gonna make it through the rest of this year" he continued.

"Is this your way of asking me to tutor you, Munson?" you whispered back

"Maybe...that is...only if you're smart enough to be a tutor for me,"

You glanced at his paper, and you wished you could make it up, but he quite literally had 8+9=16 written down. You pointed to his equation with your pencil

"I think I've got you beat babe," he glanced down at where you pointed to his paper and blushed. He shamefully erased it while looking at you with a glare, his tongue slightly sticking out from between his lips.

"When's your free period y/l/n?"

"Uhhh," you glance down at the schedule you had tucked into the cover of your math textbook, "last period."

"Great, meet me at my van," and with that, the bell rang and Eddie stood up.

"I'll see you in a bit sweetheart, don't forget about me," he said as he started walking backwards out of the room.

"How could I ever, Eddie," you replied. Maybe Robin was right, you were starting to fall for Eddie, and maybe it wasn't such a bad thing.

Eddie disappeared out of the room, doing a silly little run-walk (you know the one) to the cafeteria. 

Now it was time for the next test of the day...lunch.

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Part 4

Taglist: @definitelynotecho

[elagantwriterqueen]

Love of My Life // Eddie Munson

I know its a few days late but just a little Valentine One Shot!!!!!!

Summary: Eddie’s been talking for weeks about how excited he was about Valentine's Day, because that’s the day he was going to ask his dream girl to be his. You being Eddie’s best friend, and the girl secretly in love with him for 3 years now, feels heart broken.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 You were sitting in your usual seat at lunch, in between Gareth and Eddie and surrounded by the rest of Hellfire. Everyone thought it was weird that you were best friends with this group, considering you were nothing like them. Where the boys of Hellfire were loud and outspoken, you were shy and quiet, where they were demanding, you apologized and backed away. It was something that some days still shocked you as well, you’d only been at Hawkins for 3 years and you were terrified of being the new girl. But Eddie Munson approached you on your first day and introduced himself to you with grace, and enthusiasm. You'd almost been offended when he said you were like his own lost little sheep, but quickly realized that’s what he called a lot of his group. Eddie never made you feel uncomfortable, even after you’d heard the rumors about him, you’d asked him about them and he was honest with the ones that were true, and the ones that were complete garbage. He gave you an out that day, of the friendship saying that he’d understand if you didn’t want to be seen with him anymore. To which you scoffed and pulled him into a tight hug, explaining how you’d be going nowhere, if he was a cult leader then you were a member. 

A cute member, and everyone thought it, so cute and innocent, ultimately sweeter than grandma’s chocolate chip cookies. He had no idea this sweet girl was totally head over heels for him, for three years you’ve been wanting more with Eddie but too afraid to ask. And now today, a week before Valentine’s Day your shot is gone. “So next Monday is Valentine’s Day, who’s fucking excited?” Eddie slammed his hands down on the table snapping you out of your thoughts. “Well I am, because me and Jane have a date, but why are you Eddie excited about Valentine’s Day?” Mike asked, rolling his eyes, nearly being hit with a chunk of pretzel. “Because, Wheeler, if you must know, I’m in love and I’m going to tell her on Valentine’s Day!” He exclaimed, causing your eyes to widen and your mouth to drop. Gareth noticed, and tried to secretly console you, he knew how you felt and he was the only one. You felt Gareth’s fingers rubbing the side of your arm, and you prayed he’d stop. You could prevent the tears long enough to make an excuse and get out of the cafeteria, but he had to stop. “I totally spaced, I forgot I have to make up a quiz from last Friday, shit. I’ll see you guys later!” You smiled grabbing your stuff as Eddie waved you off, without so much as a second look. As you threw your garbage away and all but ran out into the hallway, you heard someone calling from behind you. “Y/n! Hey, are you okay?” Gareth asked as he finally reached you, and pulled you into a hug as the dam burst and the tears fell. “Yeah, I’ll be okay, one day.” You sobbed, leaving tears on his shirt, he calmed you down and stayed with you until the bell rang and you thanked him as you headed to English class.

You took your seat in your typical area, and a few minutes later, there was a loud thud next to you which meant Eddie was here, he instantly started tapping your shoulder. “Y/n, hey, princess, how was your make-up quiz?” He whispered, and you just smiled and nodded. “Good Eddie, thanks for asking.” You turned back to the front of the class, trying to at least pretend you were okay. There were moments in class Eddie was trying to get your attention but you just ignored it, which was torture for sure. As the bell rang you ran out the door to your next class, which lucky for you was Eddie free. When the end of the day finally came, you grabbed your stuff from your locker and headed for the front door of the school. You knew Eddie would be out back waiting for you to meet him for a ride home, so sneaking out the front and walking would be the easiest escape. It took you almost 45 minutes to walk home, and when you approached your house you saw a familiar van in the driveway and a certain curly haired metal head sitting on the steps. 

“Why are you avoiding me?” He asked as you approached, refusing to even look at him you tried to argue that you weren’t. “Damnit Y/n don’t lie to me! What did I do? Please, let me fix it.” “There’s nothing to fix Eddie, I just, I can’t be around you anymore. It hurts and I can’t keep doing this to myself.” You finally spoke after a few minutes, “what hurts? Please princess, you’re my best friend, I don’t know what I’d do without you. Let me help you.” You stepped back away, starting to get emotional, feeling tears stinging your eyes, you were unable to hold them back anymore. “You can’t help me Eddie, no one can. I-I love you Eddie, and I can’t watch you love someone else. So it’s best if you just go, plan your big Valentine’s Day reveal or whatever, I have homework.” You gently pushed past him, as he called your name you ignored him and walked into the house locking the door and falling to the floor crying. You didn’t end up moving until you heard Eddie’s van flying down the road, and all you managed to do was go upstairs and cry yourself to sleep.

“She hates me, I don’t know what happened.” Eddie groaned to the band as they sat around for band practice the following day after school, you didn’t even bother showing up to school that day. “What did she say Eddie?” Gareth questioned, having a feeling he already knew. “She was mad about the comment I made about Valentine's Day and how I said I was in love. She may have also told me she was in love with me.” He said quieter, “well then yes you do know what happened. That girl has been in love with you since she met you, and you honestly never noticed?” Eddie sighed as he rubbed his face, “no, I guess I was just too in love with her to see it.” Gareth dropped his drum sticks, “are you fucking kidding me?” He yelled at his best friend, as Eddie just smirked at him. “It’s her Gare, the girl I was confessing my love to on Valentine’s Day.” He said, handing Gareth the letter he had written you, “Jesus Christ, this is sappy as hell but fucking beautiful man. You have to give it to her, she needs to know.” Eddie shook his head, “no she doesn’t she hates me.” Gareth thought for a second and smiled at Eddie, “You trust me Munson?” Eddie nodded, “Okay here’s the plan.” 

You were startled out of sleep when the phone next to your bed rang. “Hello?” You whispered, voice sore from crying. “Hey, I wanna read you something. Can you tell me what you think?” You rolled your eyes at Gareth’s voice, assuming it was homework. “Lay it on me, Emerson.” You teased as you sat up in your bed waiting for him to begin. “The day I met you, I felt so beside myself, like I didn’t deserve to look at such a beautiful human being. And then you wanted to be my friend, which I felt even luckier, this angel wanted to be my friend and spend time with me. I never understood where the rumors came from, but you never once believed them. I was always afraid to tell you how I felt because I was worried that you wouldn’t feel the same way and I’d lose you all together. And I couldn’t imagine a life without you Y/n, you are my best friend, and I’m pretty sure the love of my life. Happy Valentine’s Day baby, please say you’ll be mine?” You wiped the tears from your face with the sleeves of Eddie’s sweatshirt you had thrown on, trying to pull yourself together, “well listen if this is you confessing your love, I’m sorry but I think we should be friends.” You tease, as Gareth starts to laugh, “you were the girl he was talking about at lunch yesterday Y/n.” You gasped, completely shocked at this information. “What?” Just as Gareth started to speak your doorbell rang, “go, listen to him, please?” He asked, “okay.” You whispered as you hung up your phone and jumped off the bed going to answer the door. 

As you opened the door, Eddie stood there, one leg bouncing as he leaned on the post on the porch, he was fiddling with his rings as well. “Hi.” He said quietly, taking a small step closer to you, “hi Eddie.” You smiled up at him, and he saw the tears on your cheeks, “good tears I hope?” He asked, holding his arms out at his sides, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, good tears babe.” He smirked, “babe? Hmm, I was hoping for Daddy, or Sir.” You scoffed at him throwing your arms and legs around him, and he caught you with his large hands under your legs just near your ass. “You wish, Munson.” You whispered near his ear, pulling yourself back to rest your forehead on his. “Three years we could have this the whole time.” He said, his eyes bouncing from your eyes to your lips. “Yeah, but in those three years I learned that I’ll never want anyone other than you. You truly are my best friend and the man I love.” He smiled as he leaned into your lips with his, kissing you gently. After a minute of soft kisses he pulls back and looks at you again. “I love you too, baby.”💖💖💖

[fanficfanatic000]

Eddie munson x female reader

Chapter 6 (Yes sweetheart) Story :(i just moved to hawkins) Warning 18+content spoilers ahead

In the car Driving to eddies trailer where I will have to tell Eddie's uncle the truth basically the truth "You okay? You look tense " He raises one eyebrow asking.

"Im just a little nervous about talking to your uncle." "Oh…" You weren't sure what to say to eddie next after that response of his. "Steve: Okay y/n we're here." You look out your window and you're outside of Eddie's trailer. "Ok edds what do you want me to grab of yours?" "Well my guitar pick on my chain on my tv stand and a extra hellfire shirt it should be on my floor. my room is down the hallway to the right….and tell my uncle that ….i love him " you smile "no problem edds " You get out and shut the door and you walk in there's not much life its clean but the lights aren't on. you go down the hallway into Eddie's room you pick up one of his jackets and a pack of cigarettes fell out. You picked the cigarettes up and the hellfire shirt that was underneath. He will definitely thank me for these. Okay now the guitar pick you walk over to the TV and you grabbed the black guitar pick on the chain and you see tiny letters Percy munson.. hmm you hear a shot gun being cocked back.

"What are you doing in eddies room?!" You turn to see eddies uncle. Wayne "I-i know eddie he's my freind just let me explain" he puts the gun down "look eddie didnt kill chrissy Cunningham or patrick he is okay but its not safe for him to be here right now. Not until we catch whoever did kill them. And he wanted me to let you know…. he loves you but I have to go " He sat there he didn't talk anymore But he gave you a look to go. You're running when you see a hole in the ceiling hm and youre out of the trailer you run to the car and hopped in and steve took off driving to the next location. You gave eddie his shirt and put the guitar pick in his open hand then you showed him the pack cigarettes "bet you need these." "Yes yes yes! Thankyou sweetheart" A smile instantly on his face. Everyone but steve .looks at you and eddie surprisingly Then Eddie shoots you a look and you could almost instantly read his face. It said Did I just call you that infront of everyone. You nodded your head "We're here okay go grab your stuff" You got out of the car and you walked through the door and walked to your room and you grabbed your boots, your ripped black jeans, and your tank top that you changed into after days of being in the same clothes. You grabbed your favorite Hoodie and a bag of your favorite chips and you headed towards the door when suddenly you hear "y/n?" "Oh hi mom i gotta go to mini mart bye " "Y/n where have you been i thought Brenner took you" "who's Brenner?" "Y/n i nevermind that im just glad your safe" "who the hell is Brenner?!" You remember something a man with white hair saying "number 9 i need you to lift the weight with your ability" the lights flashed and you threw the weight across the room then your nose bled. "Dr Brenner was your father but he did experiments on you and many other little kids at hawkins lab" "mom im from hawkins " "well about that im not your mother a woman who was named Catherine Denmark was" "then how did i end up here with you?" "Dr Owen's he sent you with me where you would be safe from brenner but under circumstances i we had to move back to hawkins" then you had another memorie Of getting a tattoo removed on your left wrist of. 0.09 "i had a tattoo didnt i?" "Yes you did but owen had it removed… im sorry y/n i had to keep you safe from him." And you remembered all the memories you tried to lock away from yourself but now you remember you used your powers but you were never strong enough for him until one day the day you almost killed Brenner. The day El escaped they were driving after Mike and El on his bike and the van eleven flipped it had you inside tracking every turn they made you remember being tired very tired but they wouldn't quit "Find her number 9" They shocked you if you resisted "go left" You were young older than El but still young. "Number 9 stop resisting and find her" They shocked you until you had enough "Noo!" The van flipped it wasn't El it was you who did it then she got away and Brenner brought you back to the lab you had blood from your nose all over your chest Owen was furious that Brenner pushed you so far that you had almost died. So he sent you away he told Brenner that you died. "I-i have to go but ill be back whenever i get back but i still love you mom" "i love you daughter" It's not like you didn't know you had some kind of ability cause somethings you noticed but you just thought you were crazy. Like when a glass cup on you dresser full of water fell when you were getting frustrated at homework or like when the bathroom light would flicker when you got angry at your mom and locked yourself in there. You ran out the door got in steves car "drive" Steve starts to drive to the old abandoned train where you and eddie will be hiding out next

"Were here" everyone gets out. You look around then you climb on the train car to sit on the ledge and eddie sees you so he decides to sit next to you "hey princess youve been acting odd since we stopped by your house are you okay?." "I cant lie to you so no im not." "Want to talk about it?" "I guess… but I think I should with everyone" "heyy guys y/n has something to tell us right now" everyone took a seat somewhere on the ground or a rock or just leaned on a tree "so when you guys told me about el it sounded familiar i didnt know why but it did. Until i walked in my house and my mom was worried about me because of a guy named brenner my father but he is the owner of hawkins lab and it turns out i was one of the kids that were in the lab then i remembered everything but then i got sent away to keep me safe from him and im r-really freaking the fuck out and it feels like i cant breath… you of course sent yourself in a panic attack you've only had a couple through your life but you had a good reason for this one You try to breathe but it is heavy "y/n look at me breathe in… breathe out now its gonna be okay its gonna be. Okay" Eddie's voice helped calm you down faster than you ever have. He held you close to him as you calmed from your panic attack. The group was concerned about you having a panic attack.

[immortalecstasy-blog]

THE MURDER HOUSE ON MOREHEAD 18+

Everyone knows that every Halloween ‘The Murder House’ puts on the best show. There have live actors in every terrifying room, a fully licensed bar, hot food, hell there’s even a hay ride through the woods, and this year, rumour has it, they’ve even got a swarm of zombie cheerleaders stalking the fake graveyard outside.

No one ever had Eddie Munson pegged to be a successful businessman. But he seems to have it all worked out. Until now. Until her.

WARNINGS: Period-Typical Homophobia / Bad Parent Laura Cunningham / Slow Burn / Hurt/Comfort / Eddie is a feeder / Henry Creel Exists/ Painful Break Up

Until that thing in the attic decides it’s had enough of its home being used a tourist attraction.

Eddie barked out a laugh as he beat the soccer mom into the only visible parking space. She shot daggers at him as he jumped down from the driver’s seat. His beaten up old Chevrolet van had seen better days. One of the sidepanels had a huge scrape down it, pock-marking the inside with specks of sunlight, the footwell was a driving hazard, piled with fast food wrappers and empty drinks cans.

It stuck out like a sore thumb. Just like its owner.

Hell, Eddie had never wanted to step foot back in this place.

Hawkins Highschool loomed ahead of him, and it was only the tide of the crowd that moved him inextricably forwards. He hadn’t been back here in years. The full 3-6-5 had looped the loop a couple times – three? No four. There was a leap year in the mix there somewhere too, probably. Honestly, he hadn’t been paying attention.

He’d baulked at the invitation and was already regretting being talked into it as the crowd swarmed the halls like a hive of fire ants.

It was all worth it seeing Dustin walk onto the stage with his stupid robe and his stupid hat.

It was even better when Dustin absconded from the ‘official’ afterparties and instead suggested they get blackout drunk in his garden. Dustin had invited the all the current and ‘legacy’ members of The Hellfire Club – an afterschool Dungeons & Dragons club that Dustin had been running for the last two years. It had been Gareth’s before that, Eddie’s before that, and Rick’s before that, though Rick had not accepted the invitation.

Eddie and Gareth had talked about it a lot before they’d handed Hellfire over to Dustin.

Mike had had more experience at running the game. He’d been taking on the role of Dungeon Master before he’d even hit Middle School. But Mike had a tendency to be oblivious as fuck to the world around him, accidentally rubbing people up the wrong way left right and centre. Hellfire Club was already a bit of a black sheep in terms of after school activities – and they’d joked Mike would run it into obscurity within a year.

Dustin, on the other hand, was… approachable, even if he was a little weirdo. Gareth said he had the same radar Eddie did, able to pick out the one lost sheep in the herd and shelter them from the wolves.

It was Dustin who had found them Erika Sinclair, and Erika who was responsible for the gaggle of Sophomores and Juniors sporting Hellfire shirts around the picnic table.

Every one of them was too young to partake in the alcoholic element of the celebrations – even by Eddie’s lax standards – but he said nothing as he watched the sixteen-year-old Sinclair abscond with a six-pack from the table and stealth it back to the group.

She didn’t know it yet, but Baby Sinclair was going to be the new face of Hellfire.

“You want to tell her now? Before she starts drinking?” Dustin asked.

Eddie grinned, “It’s your club man – she’s your protégé.”

“Yeah but, I kind of wanted you to…” Dustin made a weird jerk of his head, and Eddie understood.

Dustin wanted the theatrics.

Grinning, he swung his leg around the picnic bench and vaulted up onto the table.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, can I have your attention please!” He yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth. The general chatter died, and someone raced to turn off the record player.

“First of all, a big congratulations to four of my favourite weirdos for graduating.” Eddie raised his beer can to Dustin and then searched out Will, Lucas and Mike in the crowd. “On the first try too! Good job boys.”

A little cheer went up and Eddie took a healthy slug from his can before crushing it in one hand.

“Now, I have to be honest, losing four members of my little ol’ club in one go – that’s pretty extreme. You know?” Eddie said, kicking at an imaginary football. “You boys get to play with the big guns again –” he admitted, grinning. Honestly, he was really looking forward to pulling them into the monthly sessions all the old gang still managed to pull off around their mismatched schedules. “but, what of Hellfire?”

Eddie tossed the crushed up can in air and caught it, before throwing it again and batting it right at Erika.

She flung her hands up just in time and knocked it away, “What the hell Eddie?”

“What do you say Sinclair the Younger? You ready?”

“For what?”

Eddie grinned as Dustin held out his Dungeons Masters Screen, Eddie took it from him and held it aloft.

“With great power, Sinclair.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I have to look after these losers for the next two years?”

Eddie cackled. Her mask of annoyance lasted less than three seconds before a grin was spreading across her face and she was jogging over to take the screen from him.

Eddie held it higher, putting out his hand to pull her up onto the table before presenting it to her and lifting her arm like she was a champion wrestler.

When he finally set her down and let her scamper back off to her table to get squashed into a group hug, Gareth was looking up at him patiently.

“Sup man?”

“I have an idea.”

Eddie grinned wickedly, “That’s dangerous. I’m in.”

Just as Eddie was about to jump down he caught Steve beckoning him over from the other side of the garden, looking haggard.

“Hold that thought.” Eddie told Gareth, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

He hopped down and bee-lined for Steve.

“I need to tell you something, and you need to swear you will never tell another living soul.”

“…O…kay?”

“Eddie, swear.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Swear on Hellfire.”

Eddie baulked, “I… swear. I swear on Hellfire I will never breathe a word. What’s up?”

“I need you to do something for me – well, it’s not for me, it’s for Robin.”

“Okay.”

“You can say no.”

“Okay. Dude. What?”

“You swear.”

“Harrington, for fuck’s sake. Yes. Just… what?”

Eddie’s mind was still trying to reboot when he made his way back to Gareth, so he missed a lot of the minor details. But he caught the important parts. Creepy House. Keys. Halloween Attraction. Business Partners.

“We’d need an artist though.” Gareth was saying, stroking an imaginary beard.

“What about Will?”

“Byers?”

“Yeah man, he’s like… legit. He’s applying to art programmes and all kinds of shit.”

Gareth looked over to where Will was stood with Mike, hanging onto his best friends every word.

“Yeah, okay. Ask him.”

“You ask him.” Eddie laughed, “It’s your idea – and I need to um, I need to…”

“What?”

Eddie scowled. “Okay – fine. I’m going to go hit on Buckley.”

“You what?” Gareth scoffed.

“It’s about time, no?”

“I didn’t even know you liked her.” Gareth admitted, surprised.

Eddie shrugged.

“I thought… um, I thought she might be…” Gareth starts slowly, and Eddie saw red flashing lights and heard alarm bells. He had no come back, so he simply failed to let Gareth finish, standing up and walking away.

“Are you sure?” Eddie asked Robin when he got close enough.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she looked pale and unhappy.

“Are you?”

Eddie shrugged, smiling reassuringly at his friend. “I’m down. Whatever you want.”

“It doesn’t have to be for long!”

“Whatever you need Buckley.”

“But what if… what if you meet someone?”

Eddie laughed, “Me? Meet someone? In Hawkins?”

“Your chances are better than mine.” Robin joked weakly.

Eddie smiled half-heartedly. “Is Steve the only one who knows?”

Robin nodded. “Well, and you, and obviously I know, and—” She cut herself off, and he saw the physical strain it took to get the next word out: “Tammy.”

“Tammy Thompson?”

“I didn’t—it was—it doesn’t matter but just, I…”

“That’s why you want to do this?”

Robin sucked in a huge breath and then nodded.

“Okay, we’ll do it.”

“Tonight?”

Eddie re-examined her tear-stained cheeks and unsteady hands.

“I think you should sleep on it first, before you decide…”

Robin reached out and grabbed his wrist. “No, she only found out tonight, if I can… if I can prove she got it wrong, that she… she just had too-much-to-drink, she… that I-like-boys…”

Her grip was surprisingly strong, the words pouring out of her without a pause for breath. Eddie automatically stepped closer, cupping her face just to soothe his friend.

Her eyes locked with his, like this was the moment he had to decide. That for Robin, this couldn’t wait for another day.

Even if she changed her mind, Eddie thought, they could call the whole thing off and laugh away any comments from their friends about one drunk little kiss.

Eddie raised his eyebrows and Robin bobbed her head a millimetre.

“Urgh, this is going to be like kissing my sister.” Eddie whispered, pulling a face.

“You don’t have a sister.” Robin whispered back as they moved closer together.

“If I did, I would totally hook you two up.”

Robin laughed, and their lips met.

Someone whooped from nearby and when they broke away – Eddie’s hand still gently cupping Robin’s face – they saw Steve jumping up and down, pumping his fist like he’d just seen his favourite team hit a home run.

Eddie chuckled, pressing his forehead against Robin’s.

“You don’t think Steve would have been a better choice?”

“The serial dater?”

“Fair. Come on, let’s get a drink.”

Eddie pulled away and took her hand in his. She fell into step beside him easily as they made their way to the kitchen. Mrs Wheeler was inside, and Eddie knew from Mike’s droning monologues that she was best friends with Tammy Thompson’s mom.

Robin obviously knew that too, because before he’d even had a chance to plan a move she had spun him around and pressed him against the counter, her hands bundled in his shirt and her mouth enthusiastically crushing his.

“Robin! Eddie! There are children here!”

Robin backed up breathlessly and mumbled out an apology, her eyes twinkling triumphantly. Eddie wiped the spit from around his mouth and grinned at Mrs Wheeler, “I’ll wait until I get her home later.”

Mrs Wheeler threw him an exasperated look and left, leaving the two of them on their own.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” Eddie laughed, turning around to pour a drink.

Robin was cackling, clearly elated that such an opportunity had presented itself.

“Is it that obvious?” She asked, coming to stand beside him, and holding out the bottle of cola.

“Alright, listen, rule one: if you’re going to shove your tongue down my throat--- no, scratch that. Rule one: Do not put your tongue in my mouth. Ever.”

THREE YEARS LATER

Robin was late.

Robin was always late. But today, she was late late. Like, even Eddie was going to be pissed at her. It wasn’t all her fault. The platters of sandwiches and confectionary they’d ordered in advance hadn’t been ready when she’d arrived at the store, and then the cart she was using had wheels with a mind of their own, and then she’d forgotten about the road works. Eddie had told her about them, warned her to go another way, but… well, she had cream cheese on her top from where she’d nearly up-ended one of the platters, and she was sweaty from manhandling the out of control cart, and that stupid woman in the store had acted like it was Robin’s fault the store hadn’t fulfilled the order they’d had for an entire week.

She skidded up the gravel driveway, the hand-painted ‘CASTING NIGHT’ sign a blur in her peripheral as she skidded to a stop.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I-love-you-I’m-sorry!” She rushed as she spilled out of the van and into Eddie.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“Don’t be mad! It wasn’t my fault…”

As they unloaded the van, Robin explained about the store, and the cart, and the cream cheese, and the roadworks.

“Is Gareth mad at me?” Robin asked as she finished her monologue.

“Furious. But Will’s distracting him, I think you’re safe.”

They moved away from the large Victorian house looming over them and around the back to the much smaller, much simpler ‘guest house’ that they used as a backstage area for the cast and crew, as storage for whatever furniture or props weren’t currently in use, and generally as a giant shed. Which, co-incidentally is what Eddie and Gareth had christened the building as.

Eddie balanced his share of the platters on one arm and got the door for Robin. She stepped through the main door of The Shed and bee-lined for the kitchen in the back, she dumped the platters down and immediately rushed to fill up one of the giant urns with water to get it on to boil.

Eddie worked quickly to spread all the platters out across the battered old dining table that dominated the kitchen and then dragged some worn out bowls from the cupboards and threw the big share-size bags of chips down into them.

There was enough food to feed fifty and enough coffee to see them through the next world war but Eddie still frowned down at the groaning table.

“Will this be enough?”

“It’s twenty peoples worth more than we had last year, and we did okay then.”

Last year, everyone had managed to get a little something to eat, but Eddie and Robin hadn’t been the only ones piling into Benny’s for a burger at the end of the night. Eddie wanted everyone to be able to eat their fill this year, and if the buzz was anything to go by they were going to have even more people here than last time, especially if Steve’s little cheerleader plot came to fruition.

Plus, he’d like there to be leftovers for Jonathon tomorrow when he came to take photographs for the fresh promotional material. ‘The Murder House’ was open year-round, but the real fun (and the real money) only came at Halloween.

The rest of the time it was a cooky novelty bar with a function room for hire. They put on the odd gig, played horror movies on a screen outside. They had a handful of live actors dotted around but the ‘tour’ was mostly just to take in the creepy rooms and look at all the random creepy shit they had stacked in glass cases everywhere. They kept it ticking last year, scraping by long enough to get them to next Halloween for the real fun, but had finally decided the place needed a touch up, and the whole venue had been closed for a while now. They’d unanimously agreed it would be a smart move to coincide the re-opening with the month long Halloween spectacle.

Really, it was a good job Gareth’s parents had just gifted him the monstrosity of a house. There was no way they’d be able to afford their little passion project otherwise. Their original idea of kitting it out as a bed and breakfast in the off-season had come to a spectacular stand-still only three weeks in. In fact, if it wasn’t for the balls on Will Byers – and the already kindling soft spot he had for Gareth – the whole thing would have been down the toilet before it even started.

But they had the house rules now, and anyone who didn’t take them seriously either figured things out the hard way or were bodily removed from site with a lifelong ban and a reassurance that this was the most pleasant of the possible outcomes as they were thrown into the gravel outside.

HOUSE RULES

A BUDDY SYSTEM MUST BE IN PLACE AT ALL TIMES. YOU MUST NEVER BE ALONE IN THE MAIN HOUSE.

DO NOT GO IN THE ATTIC

IF YOU HEAR NOISES FROM THE ATTIC, NO YOU DIDN’T.

They had no trouble with rules two and three. The stairs leading up to the attic had been blocked off with a heavy-duty metal gate that was locked at all times. Gareth and Eddie each had a key, and it took both keys (and both of their strength) to get into the damn thing.

It was rule one new people seemed to have a hard time with. ‘it was only for a second’, ‘I just needed something from my car’, ‘I needed the toilet, my buddy is my boyfriend, you think I want him to hear me peeing?’. Every god damn excuse in the book.

But now they had guides for all the tour groups, the toilets were unisex, there were signs banning anyone from leaving the group unless there was an emergency, in which case they had to talk to their guide. Every guide and every member of the backstage crew was linked up with a radio.

Nothing had ever actually even happened to anyone outside of the attic, they were just being cautious, and maybe playing it up a bit for the spook factor.

“I need to let Gaz know the foods sorted. Will you come up with me?” Eddie asked.

Robin nodded, plugging in the urn and double checking the lid was secure before turning around. She automatically took Eddie’s hand as they left The Shed and headed outside and up towards the main house.

They’d been ‘dating’ for three years now, and it had become habitual by now, to the point where people didn’t have to be around for them to hold hands, or for Eddie’s arm to go around her shoulder when they were watching television, or for her to hold his waist to move him out of the way and just naturally turn into a hug.

She’d even gotten him to quit smoking (well, she thought she had anyway)

They did love each other, very much. Just not in the way everyone thought. Steve was still the only one who knew, even after Will and Gareth had come clean about their own relationship, Robin still wasn’t ready to come out to anyone but Eddie and Steve, and just as he’d predicted, Eddie hadn’t met anyone that made him want to put a permanent end to his faux-relationship.

They had ‘breaks’ sometimes. Their friends just thought their relationship was volatile, but really Robin was just giving him the green light to land a couple of one-night-stands without being branded a cheater if anyone happened to see him picking a girl up and start spreading rumours. This was their longest stint, it had been six months since their last ‘fight’. Eddie had bedded some girl in Indianapolis, and lay there afterwards, sweaty and itchy and came to the startling realisation that he would much rather be platonically big-spooning his best friend than lying next to some stranger in a hotel room.

There might not have been anything sexual between them, but there was still intimacy, and Eddie had realised he really wasn’t bothered about sex when it was ‘just sex’.

He’d snuck out and drove back to Hawkins, he’d let himself into Robin’s house, showered and climbed into bed next to her.

“Did you strike out?” Robin had asked sleepily, budging up to give him more space.

“No, but… she snored. Couldn’t sleep.”

“Ah. Better luck next time.”

Eddie had nibbled his bottom lip for a moment and then said, “Let’s not ‘fight’ anymore, okay?”

“Okay Eddie.” Robin had agreed sleepily, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze.

Eddie swung their hands between them as they walked up the steps onto the porch and through the stained glass front door, shouting out to the other two. “Yo, lovebirds!”

The next two chapters are already available on AO3

[bylerpoet]

i personally think mike took his hellfire shirt with him to cali but never got the chance to show it to them

[swingsuckerswing]

Gentle With Me

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Virgin!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x OFC

PART 2 HERE

Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Reader asks Hawkins High’s favorite freak to deflower her before they graduate. Reader has had a crush on Eddie since forever and only trusts him to do it right. Unbeknownst to her, Eddie has also been crushing hard. He takes extra special care of her ;)

Warnings: NSFW, vaginal penetration, safe sex, mentions of blood, first time, deflowering, loss of virginity, fluff and smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), he talks you through it, constant checking in, aftercare

Word Count:  7,908 (sorry, this got super long!)

Hope you like it! :)

This was probably the worst idea you had ever had. In fact, you didn’t realize you could even be this stupid. Hey, cheers to you, jackass!

Your fingers were sweating around the tightly folded note. You had taken forever just to fold it, not to mention the eon it took to come up with the short yet somehow super fucking intimidating message.

“Woods. 4:30″

Seriously? It had taken you almost the entire lunch period to come up with that? God, what if he thinks I’m gonna like jump him or something? But it would have to do, time was running out and if you didn’t do it now you know you’d only chicken out later. God you’re such a fucking idiot for this.

You looked up to scan the lunchroom. All the other tables, including your own, were too enthralled in their conversations to notice you hunched over your notebook as if you were plotting an assassination. Seriously, you had to calm down. Its just a note. A note for a certain metal head who you were hoping would take your virginity...Yeah...totally not a big deal and super normal. You fucking dunce.

You let your eyes wander to the table, a beloved lunchtime activity of yours. Eddie Munson was throwing his head back in a loud, deep cackle as the entire table erupted into fits of laughter. It looks like Dustin, one of the freshmen, had just snorted milk out of his nose. Charming. You watched in envy as the boys hunched over themselves with the kind of laughter that makes your abs burn. “Dude....I’m gonna..... be sick!” you hear Jeff choke out in between his giggles. The whole scene coaxed a tender smile out of you.

Mike, the only other freshmen at their table, was handing Dustin napkins while wiping tears of boyish joy from his own eyes. Eddie leaned into the group and said something too low for you to make out. Whatever he said caused another wave of debilitating laughter from the guys before he stood up, took a bow, and walked towards the exit. Probably off to get one last cigarette in before class. With Eddie out of the picture, it was now or never.

The bell rang, jolting you out of your paralysis. Shit, this has to happen right now. “Aren’t you coming, Y/N?” your friend asked. Your group already had their books in hand and were standing around the table waiting for you to join.

“Uh yeah, I’m just finishing up this last problem. Can’t turn in another late homework!” you chuckle, trying your best to act as inconspicuous as possible. Your friends shrug and wave as they head towards the hallway.

You glance back over to the Hellfire table. Perfect, only Mike and Dustin were left, still trying to dry Dustin’s shirt with the now tattered napkins. You make a bee line towards them.

“Dude just hold sti-”

“I AM holding still, Mike. AND STOP RUBBING YOU’RE ONLY MAKING IT WORSE! You have to dab!”

“Oh my GOD, shut up Dusti-”

“Hey guys!” you interrupt their bickering. They both freeze and stare up at you, mouths agape. Dustin is holding his arms mid-air so Mike can dab at the front of his shirt (but lets be real, he really was only just rubbing the milk into the fabric). They simultaneously retract their arms at the speed of light, making you giggle.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt! I was just wondering if you could uh give this to Eddie when you see him?” you slide the note across the table next to Dustin’s tray.

The freshmen can’t seem to form words, in fact they’ve completely forgotten how to form syllables. They weren’t used to senior girls coming up to ask them favors, or ask them for anything at all really. 

It was Dustin who snapped out of it first “Oh! Yeah! Totally!” he picks up the note and inspects it. “What is it-”

“Its nothing!” you reply way too fast. Shit, just chill out. Even if they read the dumb thing they’d just assume I was buying weed or something. “Oh, uhm, okay.” Dustin steals a questioning glance at Mike before tucking the note into his pocket. “We’ll uh make sure Eddie gets it!” Mike assures.

“Great, and uhm one more..teeny tiny request...” you look over your shoulder to make sure Eddie hadn’t miraculously appeared behind you. The two boys lean in, entirely wrapped up in the secrecy of this whole charade. “When you give it to him, could you not mention who its from? Just tell him its a surprise, or whatever you wanna tell him! I trust your judgement.” you end with a sweet, innocent smile. Me? Scheming? Noooo.

The warning bell rings, causing the boys to shoot up in a panic. They struggle to gather their things, bumping into each other and fumbling around with their trays as they both promise you that your note would be delivered safely and discreetly. 

You give them your best smile and thank them before turning on your heel to get to class. Alright Munson, see you at 4:30.

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You look at your watch, the green blinking digits read “4:32″. What if they didn’t give him the note? You make yourself sick with worry, its a favorite pass time of yours. What if he thought I meant a different part of the woods? Wait, did I specify the picnic table? You pick at some of the splinters jutting out of the decrepit tabletop. I think all I wrote was ‘the woods’, fuck. What if he’s now lost out in the woods because of me!? Shit shit shit this was such a stupid plan. I’m so over my head how could I be such a dumb bitc-

“Hey...” comes a familiar voice from behind you. You flinch and a small gasp escapes your lips as you turn to face him.

Eddie holds his hands up as if he’s calming a wild horse and chuckles “Ha woah, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you” the corners of his lips are turned up into a shit eating grin. It’s still annoyingly charming, even if it is at your expense.

You watch as he comes around to sit on the opposite side of you. He rests his black tin lunchbox on the table as he shimmies off his layers of jackets. You spot a few tattoos you had never noticed before and your stomach threatens to drop to your knees. Is it too late to ditch and run? You realize you’re gawking, so you avert your eyes to the table as he continues to make himself comfortable.

He can’t help but notice just how tense you are, or how you hadn’t said a word yet. He remembered you way back from middle school, you had even had a couple classes together here and there. You were never really friends, but he always remembered how sweet you were, even to a social pariah like himself. He takes a stab at what’s eating you.

“There’s uh...nothing to worry about. Okay? No one ever comes out here.” he tosses his jackets onto the table as he sits on the rickety bench. “We’re safe. I promise.” he adds for good measure.

His words make you want to melt into this seat, become a permanent fixture. You smile and tuck a few strays behind your ears "Yeah I uh...I know...thanks” you’re still looking down at your lap. He nods, relived to have gotten something out of you, and pops open the lid of his box.

Assuming you were here for drugs, he begins his pitch. He grabs a clear plastic bag “I’ll do you a half ounce for, uh...$20. What do you say?” he holds the baggie out to you for you to inspect. “Plenty of bang for your buck. Should last you a while.”

As much as you’d love for this to be just a simple drug deal, you realize you’re gonna have to break it to him sooner than later. “Eddie,” you hold your head up to look him in the eye. He freezes, the baggie gently swaying back and forth in his grip. “I uh, didn’t ask you here to buy drugs...” Although maybe I should in case this goes south and I need to forget it ever happened.

Now caught completely off guard, the boy shifts his weight on the seat as he slowly drops the baggie back into the box. “Okayyy...then why, pray tell, did you leave me such a cryptic note?” a playful smile warms his face as he raises his eyebrows at you. He rests his head in both hands as if utterly fascinated.

Seeing a perfect opportunity to stall, you take it without looking back. “It was pretty cryptic wasn’t it?” you chuckle as you bring your elbows up to rest on the table, mirroring Eddie’s posture.

“I thought I was gonna get jumped!” Eddie exclaims causing you both to laugh at your predicament. Shit, I knew it.

“Well what was I supposed to write!?” you try to defend yourself. 

“Literally anything else!” Eddie’s eyes are practically twinkling as he continues to playfully chastise you “better yet, you could’ve just, oh i don’t know, asked me in person like a regular human being??? And WHY all the anonymous shit??”

You’re laughing out of utter humiliation “I don’t know, okay? I wasn’t thinking, I was on auto pilot! It seemed like the thing to do! Were you at least surprised when you saw me?” you don’t quite know how you want him to answer this.

“Huh? Oh, nah those twerps ratted you out within seconds” Eddie huffs as he tries to stifle his laughter.

“WHAT!?” your mouth drops to the forest floor. “Those little fuckers, they swore on Dustin’s mother they wouldn’t tell!” you cross your arms and pout in protest of this vile betrayal.

“Sweetheart, you don’t trust freshmen with anything, m’kay? That was your first mistake. I mean you should see them try to recruit for Hellfire, its pathetic...frankly” he snickers.

You scoff and look up to the blue sky, still unable to believe you had been sold out. Eddie admires you while you’re not looking. Whats a pretty girl like her doing out here with a guy like me? he wonders. He brings his hands together in a fist on the table and taps the back of his rings along the gnarled wood.

“So, you gonna answer my question?” he drops his chin and looks up at you through his lashes, a smug expression on his face.

You come back down to earth to see Eddie looking at you expectantly. You narrow your eyes and playfully tap your finger on your chin a few times “Hmmm which waaaas...?” Please can we just keep harmlessly flirting a little longer before I ruin this?

“Don’t play dumb with me” his tone a little more serious this time. “Why am I here, Y/N?”

Oh. You’re not sure how he made your name sound like some heavenly prayer, but you’d do anything to hear him say it again. Stop. Focus. You take a deep breath in. Just do it, rip the band aid off.

“So uh...I um...I’ve never- at least not yet I mean... I’m still uhhh....” Holy shit, maybe I should've rehearsed this before.

Eddie can tell whatever this is must be a big deal to you. Although you were quite cute all flustered, he didn’t want to make this any more difficult. He dips his head down to catch your eye “Hey, its okay. Take your time. No rush, I promise.”

You close your eyes and exhale a few counts before looking back up at Eddie. His doe eyes full of concern and patience. Fuck, man. You groan before letting it spill out.

“Okay, look. I’m still a virgin. In fact, I haven’t really even had a proper first kiss yet. I mean Jason kinda kissed me at a party once but he was drunk and he missed my lips entirely, and I didn’t even WANT to kiss him, he just kinda threw himself on me, and WOW I’m just now realizing how kinda fucked that was but anyway yeah I just don’t think that should count, right? And we’re supposed to be graduating in a couple months and I don’t want to get to college and not know what the fuck I’m doing!”

You had expected his eyes to be bulging out of his head like a cartoon character, but he just looked...normal. Like you had just finished telling him something as mundane as how your day was. His eyebrows were slightly raised, but it was the only indication that he was even listening. You bite down on your lip waiting for him to say something, anything.

Eddie clears his throat “So, let me get this straight.” he leans further in “You want... me... to... deflower you?” His eyes narrow at the question, but his tone was more disbelieving than judgemental.

“Well....yeah, yes. I do.” you nod absentmindedly as words just continue to topple from your lips “And you can TOTALLY say no, I know this must be like the weirdest thing anyone has ever asked you and I totally get it if you don’t want to.” you take another breath to slow yourself “Its just... I want my first time to be...gentle...”

Eddie can’t help the blush that spreads across his cheeks like wildfire, the red glow even reaching the tips of his ears. “And... you think that I can be gentle?” his stare softens as his brain tosses this idea around.

You smile thoughtfully and chuckle “I think you’re a big softy who likes to play ‘big bad wolf”. Eddie’s eyebrows disappear under his mess of bangs as he chuckles, the observation hitting closer to home than you would ever know. While you have him smiling, you take the opportunity to play your final hand.

“It also doesn’t hurt that I’ve uh...liked you since middle school” your eyes are glued to the table. You don’t even dare to blink. Well its all out there now, no going back.

Eddie’s heart threatens to rip through his chest. You had always been on his radar, he just figured he could never be on yours. Your confession momentarily stuns him before his smile turns devilish. He wants to milk this moment for all its worth. Of course, without giving away the fact that he’d drop down on his knees for you at any given moment.

“You could’ve asked me on a date, y’know.” he teases you.

You huff as you meet his eyes “You’re right...I could’ve. I should’ve” you correct yourself. Something as simple as a date never occurred to you, but then again Eddie Munson wasn’t simple.

A comfortable silence falls as you take a moment to look each other in the eyes, swapping dreamy smiles back and forth. Eddie shifts his gaze down. Your lower lip was practically war torn from all the biting you had inflicted upon it. He’d like to leave a few marks of his own, and it looks like he might finally get the chance to.

“So!” Eddie claps his hands down on the table with a loud THUNK, his smile growing wide with mischief “When am I popping your cherry?”

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You couldn’t believe Friday was already here, not to mention that you were riding shotgun in Eddie’s rust bucket he called a van. It had been fairly simple deciding the where and the when given that Eddie’s uncle worked nights and you could tell your mom you were sleeping over at a friend’s house (not technically a lie, just maybe not the whole truth).

You pull up to his trailer and Eddie quickly gets out of the car and jogs up the steps to open the front door for you. He bows his head and gestures for you to enter “Welcome to my castle” he says sarcastically.

It was hard not to notice the millions of trucker hats decorating the walls inside. You quickly deduce that these must belong to his uncle, although you’d love to imagine Eddie wearing any one of them. As you slowly spin around the parlor to take it all in, Eddie straightens up a bit as he passes a few stray beer cans and empty cigarette cartons. “Sorry, the maid’s on vacation” he jokes. You get the feeling he might be just as nervous as you are, but he’s doing a better job of hiding it.

As Eddie tosses the last can into the trash he looks up to see you quietly admiring his home. Your smile is soft as you take in every detail. You look enchanted just to be here, which made Eddie feel a lot better. He quietly walks over to you, not wanting to disturb your wonderment, and he gently takes your hand. You’re still looking around as he says “You wanna see the rest of it?”

His voice brings you back to reality. You look down to see his large hand enveloping yours. “Hm?” you softly hum, not tearing your eyes away from the skin to skin contact. You feel your palm begin to burn as he lightly squeezes it. “Come on, I’ll show you” his voice is like warm honey, you’d follow him wherever he decided to take you.

He pulls you towards the hallway, pointing out his uncle’s room on the left and the bathroom on the right, before reaching the desired destination. “And this is uh... my room” he stops in the doorway, letting your hand go so you can explore on your own as he watches.

Its messy, but its exactly what you had pictured. Band posters litter the walls, clothes are strewn haphazardly across the floor and his dresser. There’s an ash tray filled to the brim with cigarette butts. He has a couple of guitars dangerously balanced against the walls, but there’s one very unique guitar on display hanging over his mirror. You cross the room to inspect it further, you had never seen anything like it and it must have cost him a fortune. You raise your hand to touch it, but you catch Eddie’s eye in the mirror. He has a sly smile “That’s my baby” his voice is full of pride.

You smile back at his reflection “Can I...?” slowly moving your fingers closer to the gorgeous instrument. 

“Go ahead. She’s meant to be touched” his gaze turning darker.

You duck your head and smile bashfully, knowing full well he can see you blush in the mirror. You stroke your fingers up the long neck and glide over the strings, teasing a ghostly hum from the guitar. As you continue to strum, your eyes wander to the wall where something shiny is dangling from a hook. It takes you longer that it should to recognize them as handcuffs. Your lips part, your eyelids becoming heavy. You feel a tickle between your legs. Oh.

Eddie notices you’ve frozen, no longer interested in the guitar. He follows your gaze to the item stealing all of your attention. “Ha!” he walks over and takes them off the hook, not wanting to scare you. Your eyes don’t leave the shiny metal, looking even more appealing in Eddie’s hands. He notices your fascination with them, and the fact that you’re not running away screaming makes him want to marry you on the spot. He sees the hazy, far off look in your eyes and recognizes it right off the bat. His lips curve into a delinquent smile “Not tonight, sweetheart” and he tosses them into the abyss of a drawer

“But-” you try to object, convince him you need a demonstration and you’d happily volunteer, but before you can get another word out Eddie holds a hand up in protest. “Sorry, honey” he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger and gently tilts your head up to look at him. “I thought you wanted gentle, hm?” his other hand tucks your hair behind your ear.

His closeness, the words, his touch... it should be illegal. “I- I uh I did- I do! I do want gentle...I- I want...you...” you stutter out, making Eddie’s smile grow wider and more smug. He loves how flustered he makes you... but he loves teasing you even more.

He suddenly releases you and takes a step back “Great! What kinda pizza you like?” he asks, stepping backwards towards the door.

You’re a bit dazed “I uh..what?”

“Pizza! I mean, I’d cook for you, but you might end up dying a virgin so...” he chuckles.

You giggle, not realizing being wined and dined was a part of the deal. “Um, would you think I’m weird if I asked for ham and pineapple?” you narrow your eyes, bracing yourself for imminent mockery.

“See? I knew you were a freak, Y/L/N” he throws a brilliant smile your way. “One ham and pineapple coming up!”

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You laid together on his bed, the discarded pizza box somewhere on the floor below. He had rented Plan 9 from Outer Space, and the two of you had nearly choked to death laughing at the B-Movie cheesiness. Any jitters you had about this night were long gone, it was hard to feel nervous being tucked up in Eddie’s arms. Over the course of the movie, you had somehow become one conjoined life form. Your legs were tangled together, your head nestled on his shoulder as he rested his chin on your hair. You were like two perfect puzzle pieces. The sun had set a while ago, and the dark only made you feel more cozy.

But at some point, it became harder to focus on the movie. You had become hyper aware of how close his hand was to your ass, and how if you moved your knee juuuust a little you’d be grazing his dick. You felt the room getting hotter, and you thought he might be feeling it too as he started to squirm a little under you. With a sudden burst of bravery, or maybe just desperation, you slowly begin to arch your back. Your steady movement causes Eddie’s hand to ever so slightly slip closer to your backside. Before it can reach its desired destination, however, he digs his fingers in your flesh, stopping you in your tracks. He takes your chin in his other hand and forces you to look up at him. “What are you up to, hm?” he asks with a smug smile.

You screw your eyes shut and wrinkle your nose, embarrassed at being caught. “Hey...look at me” his voice is so gentle you could hardly bare it. You take the bait and look up. You weren’t expecting his gaze to be filled with such concern or to be so penetrating. It was like he was searching for something deep inside your soul. He moves his hand from your chin to gently cradle your jaw. His fingertips tease the sensitive place behind your ear, his thumb rests on your cheek. “You still sure about this, sweetheart?”

You have to swallow before you answer “Yeah...I’m sure”. It came out barely above a whisper. You’d never been more sure of anything in your whole entire life, the thought of it actually happening with him was beyond electrifying. The tickle between your legs returns, this time with more urgency.

He considers your answer for a second before continuing “Cause we can stop whenever you want, okay? You just say the word and I’ll take you home, no questions asked.” his voice is serious, and his worry only makes you want him more.You always knew he was the one, the only one.

His eyes begin jetting back and forth between yours, his calm demeanor slipping away, something more desperate taking its place. You can feel his grip around your waist tightening, bringing you closer to his warm body. He’s right on the edge with you, but he won’t make one move until he’s certain this is what you really want. He swore he would do this right, and goddammit if Eddie Munson was not a man of his word.

Seeing him worked up is the last straw, you’ve been good for as long as you could bare. “Eddie...” a pleading whimper escapes your lips and it was more than enough to break him. Before you knew it, Eddie’s lips were on yours.

His kiss was all consuming, it wrapped you up and tucked you in tenderly like a cozy blanket on a cold winter’s night. With his hand still holding your jaw, he ever so slightly parted his lips to deepen the kiss. The feeling of his hot breath brushing against your lips made you dizzy. He barley grazes your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, causing the fire burning in the pit of your belly to flash white hot.

Eddie had to constantly remind himself to keep it slow, desperately trying to ignore the feeling of his hard cock straining against his jeans. Gentle, Munson...keep it gentle. He nearly cries when you slip your tongue into his mouth. If only you knew how much he wanted to devour you, heart and soul, until there was nothing left. If only you knew how many times he watched you laughing with your friends, jealous that they were getting all of your attention. How your voice was sweeter than any song, how all you had to do was say his name and he was yours. You could have asked him for anything in those fucking woods and he would’ve given it to you. He’d do anything to keep you here in his arms forever.

He rolls over so that he’s slightly above you, not wanting to crush or smother you, but he just couldn’t get enough. The movie is still playing in the background, thankfully drowning out your needy moans, until Eddie mindlessly rolls his hips down into yours. You could feel the rough fabric of his jeans and his rock hard erection through the thin fabric of your skirt, pressing against you in just the right spot. You don’t even realize you’re loudly moaning his name until you hear him snicker “You can be loud if you want. No one’s gonna hear, we’re safe. I promise.” he whispers into your ear, stealing a few kisses there. He rolls his hips again, wanting more than anything to hear you moan his name again.

He brought his hand down from your jaw to rove over the rest of your body. He lets it rest over your neck for a second and gives it a delicate squeeze. Its not enough to choke you, but the pressure makes his tongue in your mouth feel all the more vital. Like a lifeline. Its a gentle reminder of who you belong to in this moment, who’s in charge. For a fleeting second you wish he hadn’t been so quick to ditch the handcuffs.

He traces your collarbones, down to the underwire of your bra, tickles your ribs, and finally arrives at your skirt. His fingers halt, just tucked under the waistband. Liking the direction this was going, you rest up on your elbows and begin to peel your shirt off. Eddie gives you the space you need, and watches in awe as more of your supple flesh is revealed. He admires every detail, down to the smallest freckle, making an internal map so he’d never forget.

You toss your shirt somewhere into the oblivion of his room, not really caring whether its lost forever or not. You look at Eddie hesitantly, the rush of cold air reminding you that you were only a bra away from total vulnerability. You bring your hands up to cover your belly, starting to feel a little self conscious, but then you see the look of absolute worship in Eddie’s eyes. Like he was standing before an altar, you were his temple. Eddie realizes he’s been staring without speaking for a while now and he looks you in the eye “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Y/N��� he says a little out of breath. You smile with absolute giddiness, quickly moving your hands from your stomach to bring him back into a deep kiss. While you embrace, Eddie frantically starts pulling at his own shirt and you assist him in taking it off.

The feeling of his warm chest against yours sends you into a nose dive of indescribable sensation. You wanted to feel his skin everywhere, scratch your fingernails down his spine, play with the soft tufts of curly brown hair on his tummy. Deciding you needed more contact, you reach behind your back and unclasp your bra. Eddie keeps his eyes shut tight, mouth fixed to yours. He’s abundantly aware that you’re now completely naked from the waist up, and he just knows that if he looks at you for one second he’ll lose all control, the very little he had left. Instead, he blindly brings his hands up to your tits and rubs over your hard nipples. It only makes you moan more, practically driving Eddie to the brink of madness until he can’t wait any longer. He has to know what you feel like on the inside.

Eddie breaks away from your embrace and props himself up on his side to look down over you. He returns his hand down to the waistband of your skirt and tugs, raising an eyebrow at you for permission to remove the obstacle. You nod and smile, your heart starting to beat like the wings of a hummingbird. He wiggles the skirt down your legs and gingerly tosses it to the side. He places his hand over your underwear, his fingertips aligned perfectly over your slit. He rubs upwards, feeling how wet you are through the fabric. You jump a little as bolt of lightning shoots through your core. It makes his heart sing to feel how ready your are for him. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart” his voice crackles like firewood as he continues to rub you through the fabric. He watches your every move as he tends to you, utterly consumed by how beautiful you are.

With every touch, it sends a shock wave of pleasure through your entire body. Electricity building in your fingers and toes. And just when you think it couldn’t get much better than this, Eddie slips your underwear off and slowly slides in just the tip of his middle finger. You sigh as he enters, pure ecstasy rolling over you. He smiles down at you “Thats my girl, how does that feel?” he asks as he gently slides his finger in and out of you, never completely taking it out.

You’re drunk off of his touch, and you really have to concentrate in order to forms words “fuuucckk....Eddie...amaaazing.” He chuckles softly at how completely out of it you are. “You want it deeper?” he brushes a few strands of hair from your face as you rest your head against his arm. All you can do is desperately nod, if you open your mouth you might start drooling.

Eddie slides his finger in deeper, just to his knuckle. You feel a little pinch, but nothing too bad. He turns his hand over while inside of you so he can play with your clit with his thumb. “yes yes yes...” you whimper. The sensation soothing any tiny discomfort you had felt.

He only speeds up when he feels your slick start to drip down his hand. “Fuck, Y/N. I’d love to watch you cum, sweetheart. Do you think you could cum for me?” he asks like you’re doing him a favor, and he plunges his entire finger, up to his ring, in your pussy, causing you to yelp and giggle. Your body felt like it was going to vibrate off the bed, and you could feel something tightening deep inside. You concentrate on the feeling, like a volcano about to erupt. “E-Eddie” your voice is shaky “I..I th-think...I’m g-gonna....” you hold onto his arm for dear life as you ride your high. You moan and cuss loudly as Eddie continues to finger fuck you through your aftershocks, gradually slowing his pace until you’re panting below him.

He slowly slides out of you and immediately licks your slick off of his finger. You watch in awe as he closes his eyes and revels in your taste. “Mmmh...cherry pie...my favorite” Eddie teases you with an ear to ear smile. You smack his chest and giggle before curiosity gets the better of you “C-can I try?”. Eddie’s eyes beam at you with a kind of pride that you couldn't fathom. He dips his finger back into your slick and brings it back up to glide along your bottom lip “Knock yourself out”.

You take his finger into your mouth and suck. A mixture of sweet and salty coats your tongue, and you’re amazed at the fact that you actually taste good. With your tongue lapping at Eddie’s finger, he gets another brilliant idea. He removes his finger from your mouth and quickly pops into into his, sucking the rest of your slick and saliva off, before getting up and kneeling at the foot of the bed. “Hey, where are you-” you try to protest, but he’s already got you hooked by your knees and pulling you down to meet him. His face between your legs quickly shuts you the fuck up, awaiting whatever command he deems you worthy of. He sees your eyes going wide in anticipation, and he smirks before furrowing his brow. “Has anyone ever kissed you here before?” he already knows the answer, but he wanted to hear you say that you were all his. He watches you as he nips at your inner thighs, waiting for your reply.

You’ve gone dumb, not a single thought in your head. He has you completely transfixed. “I-uh..n-no...never” is all you manage to spit out. Your innocence makes his cock throb, but he has to wait, he has to show you how good he can really make you feel first. “See, that’s a real shame.” he inches his mouth closer to your pussy, lazily dragging a finger around your entrance, playing in your slick. You squirm under his touch, desperately searching for friction, a release, anything. His smirk turns absolutely devilish “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, princess”.

He hoists your knees up and over his shoulders. Looking up at you through his bangs, he slowly dips his tongue into your slit and flicks up. This alone nearly gives you a heart attack, and he holds you steady as your body shutters. Eddie tongue fucks you until you can’t see straight anymore. You’re a moaning mess, all you can do is tangle your fingers in Eddie’s hair and hang on tight. He licks a steady stripe up, enveloping your clit with his mouth. His tongue twirls, flicks and practically pirouettes around your sensitive bud. And just to kick you while you’re down, his fingers come back to play. This time, he easily slips two in and begins sliding in and out of you. Your body contorts like you’re in need of an exorcism, your noises telling Eddie to go faster and deeper. You feel yourself going higher, and higher, and higher until you reach the tippy top of your second orgasm, riding Eddie’s face all the way back down.

Eddie lets you rest for a moment, legs sprawled haphazardly across his bed. He stands up and crosses his arms against his chest, admiring the aftermath of his handy work. His smug smile returns, the entire lower half of his face glistening with your honey. “Right?” he says, all cocky. You chuckle, and try to kick him but your legs are too wobbly “Shut up” you say breathlessly.

He gets down on the bed and hovers over you on all fours. He growls from the back of his throat and nips at your neck while viciously tickling your ribs. You giggle and squeal, wrestling against him but not really wanting him to stop. You tousle around on the bed for a while before your play fight turns into making out. You didn’t realize how much you had missed his lips on yours, you felt starved. You grind your leg onto his thigh. He somehow still has his pants on, and you’re not sure how you could have made such a blaring oversight. You reach down to undo his belt buckle, letting him know that you were truly ready.

While you fumble with his belt, he reaches over to his bedside table and grabs a condom. He puts the corner in his mouth, his hands a little too shaky to handle it, and rips it open between his teeth. You shimmy his jeans off, his erection creating a tent in his boxers. You look up at him to make sure he was okay, and he winks in return. You inhale and pull his boxers down, his cock finally springing free. You’re a bit mesmerized at first. You had never seen one before, and you were shocked by just how...big...he was. You panic a little, wondering how he was ever going to fit inside you. You mindlessly cup your hand around his length, his skin is soft and turning a mean shade of pink. He gasps at your touch and closes his eyes, melting into your palm. You rub your thumb over a long, thick vein on the side of his dick, not realizing you were unraveling the poor boy in your hands. You notice the precum leaking from his head. You steal a glance up at Eddie and see that his eyes are closed, totally blissed out. You smile, having a devilish thought of your own. Starting where the head meets the shaft, you lick a quick line up the tip of his dick and flick the precum into your mouth. Eddie jolts, eyes snapping open, and quickly rolls over to imprison you underneath him “You trying to kill me, Y/L/N?” he punishes you with smothering kisses, making you giggle uncontrollably.

He sits up and rests on his knees so he can roll the condom on. You watch in wonder as you adjust your body so you can be ready for him. Last minute nerves make your tummy flutter, but you know you’re in the best of hands. He comes back down and places his hands on the mattress on either side of your head. He lowers down for one more kiss. “This may hurt a little, sweetheart.” he whispers in your ear before placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. He looks you in your eyes before continuing “Remember, we can stop whenever you want. Okay?” You nod adoringly and whisper “Okay”. He gives you another earth shattering smile “That’s my girl.” he brings his forehead down to meet yours and you gaze into each other’s eyes, smiling like fools, absolutely head over heels. You wrap your legs around his waist, and brace yourself for whatever comes next.

Eddie aligns himself with your entrance and slowly pushes in, you can feel your walls stretching to accommodate him. He stops at just the tip, and you both moan. He slowly rolls his hips, slipping the tip of his cock in and out so you can get used to the sensation. You feel a slight pressure when he slides in, but its dull and far off, and the kisses he peppers you with are a nice distraction.

He pumps into you a little longer before sliding further in. This time you do feel a nagging pain, causing you to sharply inhale. You dig your fingernails into his back, and he slows his movements even more. “I know baby, I know.” he soothes you and you find the pain quickly gives way to pleasure. You moan into his hair “Mmhm Eddie...you’re so big...” the words tumble from your mouth without a thought behind them, just pure ecstasy. Eddie groans and he fights the urge to fuck you dumb through this damn mattress. “Keep talkin’ like that princess and I might forget to be gentle” he warns as he nips at your neck.

He slides deeper until he reaches his hilt, stretching and filling you to the brim. You curse under your breath at the pain, screwing your eyes shut so no tears can escape. He cradles your head “Hey look at me, you okay?” you open up and he’s staring down at you with those doe eyes, brows furrowed in concern. “I’m fine, it just hurts a little. Please don’t stop” you reach up and cup his red cheek, assuring him that you can take it. He gently and slowly continues to glide into you. Worried he may not be able to slide back in, he never fully pulls out of you, creating a pocket of delicious sensation deep inside. Your walls eventually relax around him, allowing him to pick up his pace.

It was a cacophony of feeling, a delicious blend of searing pain and ultimate euphoria. The hurt felt so good, you loved being filled for the first time. You kiss Eddie everywhere you can reach him, his chin, his shoulder, his collarbone, just to show how thankful you were. He smiles in complete adoration for you, noticing just how ethereal you look underneath him. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Y/N” he kisses you hard on the lips, practically smashing your faces together. His steady motion begins to sputter a little, he must be getting close. “...and you’re so...fucking....tight....” he pounds a little harder with each word, causing you to cry out. He cradles the back of your head and soothes you. “Sorry...sorry..I just ...wanna try...*grunts* one more thing. Okay?” he kisses your neck, his hot breath causing you to shiver and your pussy to tighten around his cock. Although you’re not sure what else there could be, you nod with every fiber of your being. “Yes...fuck ...I-I’ll do...anything...f-for you” you whimper. He groans and rolls his head back, trying to forget you said that before he busts this second.

He stops rocking into you only for a minute so he can gently pull you up into a sitting position in his lap, his hand still cradling your head, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “Come here, sweet thing” he swipes a few strands from your face once you’re up. The blood rushing to your head mixed with this new angle is something else. You feel entirely open, the tip of his dick just grazing something galvanic inside of you. You smile warmly and stare deep into each other’s eyes for a moment, completely elated by each other’s company. He pulls you into a bear hug, your breasts squeeze against his chest, as he fucks up into you. You go limp, whatever it was inside you that he was hitting over and over was causing your brain to melt. You roll your head back and just let him take you.

Even when Eddie is fighting every urge to cum himself, he’s still only thinking of your pleasure. In your lulled state, he reaches down in between you and starts rubbing your clit, alternating between circles and side to side. He figures if he can get you to cum one more time, he can die a very happy man. The sensation brings you out of your nearly catatonic state, and you tighten your thighs around his waist like a boa constrictor. You start to bounce back on his cock, feeling that oh so familiar feeling starting to build in the center of your soul. Eddie groans, the veins in his neck popping out. “Y/N...fuck...you’re gonna...make me cum, sweetheart” he growls out, unable to contain himself any longer. His body stutters as he reaches his peak, his arms locked around your fragile body in a vice grip, and he spills himself into the condom. Dazed from his own heavenly release, he still doesn’t forget about you for one second. His fingers shift into overdrive, pummeling your clit until your crying his name out for the whole trailer park to hear. The look of sheer joy is plastered to his face, and you both collapse into each other, exhausted.

You sit in his lap, resting your head on his shoulder. His dick is still inside of you, and you don’t dare move a muscle, never wanting him to leave. He plants soft kisses in your hair and runs his fingers down your spine. It takes you a minute to realize the movie is still playing. “Could we rewind? I think I missed a bit” you joke.

He chuckles “I’d have to get up to rewind it” he reminds you, tucking his finger under your chin to lift your head up. He brings his forehead down to meet yours, his eyes sparkling in the darkness. “Can we stay like this for a little longer?” you plead. He smirks and kisses your cheek “We can do whatever you want, princess.”

You stay there wrapped in each other’s arms for a little longer before Eddie slowly slides out of you and places you back down on the mattress. There’s a tiny bit of blood mixed with your slick dripping from your pussy, and Eddie grabs a clean shirt from his closet and cleans you up delicately as if he was handling a rare gem. He throws the condom away and pulls on a pair of boxers and a faded Metallica shirt. He hums as he goes about his little tasks, giving you a sense of comforting domesticity. He miraculously finds your underwear on the floor, but has no luck finding any of your other clothes. He grabs another one of his shirts and tosses it over to you. You hold the garment up and notice its his Hellfire club shirt, a wave of pure glee washes over you. You pull it over your head, his familiar scent wrapping around your body. Eddie fidgets with the tv controls, rewinding to around the time y’all got...distracted, before turning around and plopping back onto the bed to cuddle up next you. He looks you up and down, “Looks better on you” he beams as he brings you back into his arms, assuming the same positions you were in earlier in the evening.

In no time you’re both in stitches again over the movie, and you spend the rest of the night laughing, talking, and kissing all while entangled in each other’s arms. Just before you both doze off, Eddie whispers “So, did you have fun? I mean...was I gentle?”

You cup his face and kiss his forehead “So gentle” you chuckle before giving him a sincere answer, “it was more than I could ever dream of, Eddie. It was perfect” Eddie smirks through the darkness and pulls you into a vice grip to tickle you. You squeal and squirm and giggle in pure delight. You settle back down and he turns around you so he can spoon you “Good, cause next time...I might not be so gentle” he whispers devilishly in your ear.

You perk up, remembering some paraphernalia from earlier. “Can we use the handcuffs?” you ask in excitement. Eddie chuckles, finding your eagerness adorable. Fuck, this girl is gonna be the death of me. “Anything you want, princess” he kisses you behind your ear and you both drift off into blissful slumbers.

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AN: Thank you so much for reading! I was really inspired by the song Touch Tank by Quinnie, I keep seeing so many amazing edits of Eddie/Joseph with that song! I also borrowed some of his dialogue from his scene with Chrissy in the woods to make it more convincing, hope you don’t mind. I started on this before Vol 2 came out and then it felt weird to keep going but I pushed through. I’m 100% in my denial era and this is for all the girlies who are in the same boat! <3

[f4irydaydreams]

mike and dustin find out about eddies secret girlfriend

a/n oops it went longer than i thought it would. not proof read at all </3 kind of bad but a cute idea i had. we could all use a little fluff right now:) i also really wanna bake cookies soo

no one would’ve thought that eddie ‘the freak’ munson would be dating someone as sweet as y/n l/n.

she wasn’t popular like the crissy and the other cheerleaders but everyone knew her, since she was one of the nicest people at hawkins high. she wasn’t particularly outgoing or chatty but the minute she found someone she felt comfortable around, her thoughts would spill out of her mouth.

it wasn’t likely for her to cross paths with eddie munson. y/n always had an eye out for him. something about his big doe eyes and silly smile stood out to her from a distance. she was always too shy to approach him.

when eddie saw y/n walking home in the pouring rain one afternoon he couldnt just leave her there. one thing led to another and their unexpected friendship turned into secret romance. 

its not that she was embarrassed around him or that they went out of the way to hide things, he just wanted to keep her to himself for as long as he could. 

and he knew hellfire would lost their minds over someone like her.

y/n spent a lot of time in eddies trailer since his uncle was barely around and her parents werent exactly present. his place had changed a but since she was practically living there. everything was cleaner and so much more organized. 

a few of her little trinkets started to make their way into eddies room. of course he never noticed. bottle of pink nail polish standing out beside his black ones. a couple hair ribbons lying around. a small teddy that looked extremely out of place in eddies chaotic room. some stuff even made it’s way around the trailer, like a vase of tulips sitting by the front door.

just because eddie didnt pay mind to these things dosent mean it wasnt starting to become obvious that there was a girl in his life. 

dustin and mike felt something was off sitting on the living room couch in eddies trailer waiting for him to bring out a hellfire shirt, that mike accidentally burnt. the place was a little nicer that they last saw and the kitchen area smelled strongly of cookies.

they were too scared to question eddie who was already upset, considering this is the third time one of the these munchkins have ‘disrespected’ the hellfire shirt. 

“you two, dont move. dont snoop. and dont touch anything” 

mike an dustin gave each other the same look the minute eddie was out of sight. 

dustin breaks the silence, “are we sure this is eddies trailer?” 

before mike could get a word out he was interrupted by the sound of keys being jammed into the lock. the boys were ready to run out thinking mr munson was back home.

neither of them were prepared to see a pretty girl walk in wearing what seemed to be a pink hellfire shirt? their jaws were practically on the floor. 

“sorry i took so long my love, i think the cookies are almost— uhm wheres eddie?”

she froze in front of the two boys who looked like they had a hundred questions to ask. 

 “hes uh we were just” “eddies in his room”

the boys clearly stumbling over their words stared mindlessly. wondering why there was a girl in eddies trailer baking cookies out of everything. 

“eddie!”, the girls eyes lit up as he walked into the room to see his girl standing in front of two very puzzled teenage boys. 

“eddie who is this?” “why is she wearing a hellfire shirt?” “no why is she baking cookies for you?” “did you give her your keys?”

the boys panicked rambling was amusing to y/n who was now smiling at their outburst.

“alright can it dipshits!” he wrapped his arm around the her waist tugging her close to him. “this is my girlfriend, y/n. no i will not be answering any questions”

she shly waved at the boys and placed a small kiss on eddies cheek before going to the back to pull the cookies off the cooling rack. 

“here have some! i just baked them its a new recipe. you kids must be hungry and i know eddie dosent feed you at hellfire” she smiled brightly at the boys handing them the freshly backed, slightly crooked looking chocolate chip cookies. 

“uhm thank you. but first can i ask you something?” 

“sure! mike wheeler right? im friends with your sister”

“yeah uhm you’re dating eddie? i mean eddies great but youre so sweet and hes so.....you know”

eddie smacked the boys head lightly, “whats that supposed to mean?” 

y/n bit her lip to keep her from laughing, their little secret was out but they didn’t mind it at all.

“hes quite the charmer and secretly a big softie”, y/n pulled his face down and booped his nose giggling, “arent you baby”

eddie groaned at her cheesiness knowing she was messing with him in front of his friends.  

its safe to say his friends never saw eddie the same way again. he wanted to keep your sweet soul to himself for a bit longer but he loved that he could show everyone how much he loved you <33

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Do You Like Slayer?

A/N- i was so glad to see that my ‘famous’ fic was saved, along with all its other parts 😅 i’ll keep this one up for now but the other two parts should be up by tonight my loves 🖤🖤🖤

Part 2 🖤

Part 3 🖤

Summary- Hellfire club is absolutely smitten with you, and when your friends overhear them talking about you during lunch you decide it's finally time to say something to them

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None :)

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @hellfirewh0re @paola-carter @whiplaaaaaaaaash @ladyapplejackdnd @thatlonelypieceoftoast @efvyqrs

Words- 2.6k

“Oh god, she wore that dress again…”

The table went silent and they tried their best to watch as nonchalantly as possible you walked past them in the cafeteria.

It wasn’t something rare that an entire table of teenage boys would ogle a pretty girl but you were something different. There was something about you that had Hellfire club ready to attend to your every need.

You were nice, you were pretty, you had such a cute smile, and they couldn’t help but stare at you in the halls as you walked past them.

As you walked past their table you gave them a kind smile and wiggled your fingers as you waved, giggling as you saw a few of them try to wave back.

“You know she’s never gonna actually wanna hang out with us if we keep being weird.” Garett sighed as he turned his attention back to the other boys at the table.

“I don’t think she wants to hang out with us at all.” Jeff said next to him, picking at the food on his tray.

“That’s not true!” Dustin chimed in, “I thought she said last week that Hellfire sounded fun, maybe someone should ask her to take Lucas’ place tonight?”

They all turned their attention to Eddie at the end of the table.

“What’re you staring at me for?”

“Well you’re the one who’s in charge, shouldn’t you be the one to do it?”

“Why do I have to do it?” As cocky as he was, he was more scared of you than anything else. No girls ever wanted to actually interact with any of them, let alone himself, but you were the one exception and he didn’t want to scare you away. “Don’t you guys have classes with her later or something?”

“No, we have second period with her.” Mike leaned over the table and spoke a bit quieter so no one at the tables around them could hear, “I heard her telling her friends she was free tonight, so someone has to go man up and ask if we still want to meet later.”

The boys looked around each other at the table, waiting to see if anyone would actually try and attempt to have a normal conversation with you. You’d talked to them before of course, but usually they struggled to get half a sentence out.

Eddie sighed and weighed his options: cancel the club for tonight, or talk to you.

“Ok fine, I’ll do it.” He cleared his mind but you just kept popping back in, your eyes, your smile, everything about you was so infectious it made him sick. And he loved it. “What am I supposed to say? I can’t just walk up to her and ask if she’ll come, I gotta have something else to say.”

“Just ask if she’s doing anything later.” Dustin said trying to make it sound easier than it actually was.

“Are you kidding me? I cant just ask that, she’s gonna think i’m asking her out!”

“She’d definitely say no to that.” Gareth said quietly, him and Jeff laughing to themselves.

“Oh, and she’d say yes to you?” Eddie shut them up.

“Why don’t you ask her stuff about herself then?” Dustin looked over at you, giggling with your friends at your lunch table, “She wears that Slayer shirt sometimes, you could talk about that?”

“Yeah. Yeah, ok,” Eddie nodded, trying to come up with a line to say that had something to do with Slayer, “that might work. Good thinking Henderson.”

Eddie felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and almost jumped in his seat,

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” There you stood, their eyes on you again, completely taken back by how they had no idea you were even there.

Eddie opened his mouth to try and say something, anything, but his mind was blank again.

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You sat down at your lunch table as your two best friends, Sky and Lillie, sat down on either side of you.

“You know I heard them saying some stuff while I was coming over here,” Sky said taking a sip of her drink, “they were talking about you.”

“About me? What for?” You glanced over at their table, all of them seemed pretty quiet, almost deep in their thoughts.

“I don’t know, I think it was something about your dress, but your little freaky boyfriends should stop being so weird around you.”

“They’re not freaky and they’re not my boyfriends, they’re harmless! I don’t even know half their names. But I think it’s cute.”

They giggled to themselves,

“Well yeah i’d think it’s cute to have a whole group of guys all over me.” Lillie looked over to them.

“They’re not all over me either. Most of the time when i try to talk to them they get all nervous or something.”

“If you want I can eavesdrop a little for you, I’ll go to the vending machines or something and try to hear what they’re saying.”

“Lillie! You shouldn’t eavesdrop, it’s rude… Go see what they’re saying.”

They smiled and grabbed some change from their bag, you and Sky sneaking glances over to watch as they walked past them.

“I wonder what they’re saying…”

“I bet they’re all planning their own little individual weddings with you.”

You giggled again and elbowed her side,

“They are not!”

“You don’t think at least one of them fantasizes about it? I see how they look at you, and you see it too!”

“Oh shush, they’re nice but I wouldn’t want to marry any of them,” You looked back over and your eyes went to Eddie. All of the boys of Hellfire were like cute puppies, but Eddie was different. Long hair, bulky jewelry, and you had to admit it he looked really cute in his leather jacket with his vest over it, “…maybe one of them.” You said to yourself quietly.

Sky turned her head to see who your eyes were glued on and nudged you a bit,

“Eddie?!”

“Shush! Someone’s gonna hear you!”

“Out of all of them you’d marry Eddie?”

“I wouldn’t say marry,” You glanced back over and saw Lillie making their way back, “but he’s definitely the cutest out of all of them.”

“You’re not gonna believe what I heard,” Lillie took their place on your other side, huddling the three of you together, “I don’t know if this is what they were saying for sure but I heard Eddie saying something about asking you out and those other guys were trying to help him.”

Your cheeks got hot and you looked back over to their table.

“She’s blushing!” Sky and Lillie started to giggle to themselves, making you blush more.

“Stop, it’s not funny!” It was a bit funny, and they could tell by your constant giggles.

“Can we PLEASE be in your wedding? I wanna be a bridesmaid so bad.”

“Let me know what flavor you want your cake to be, I wanna make sure you guys’ special day is so perfect!” Lillie looked over to their table, “You should go say something.”

“What am I possibly going to say?! ‘Hey I made my friend listen to your conversation, are you really gonna ask me out?’ I cant just do that!”

“Why not?” Sky glanced over at the boys and saw Dustin at the other end of their table, “Just go and talk to Dustin or something? You know him better than the other guys. Just be kinda flirty with them, like you always are.”

You took a deep breath. You knew you could be comfortable with them, and it’s not like they haven’t all tried their best to talk to you. Maybe just going up and saying hi?

“Ok fine, I’ll go say something. But you two stay here!”

The two of them kept smiling and giggling as you stood up from the table and pulled your dress down back over your legs.

This dress was what got them so nervous? It wasn’t anything special, maybe a little shorter on you than the other ones you’d worn to school before. It was black, a little tighter on you, and it definitely showed off a bit more thigh and cleavage than you normally had.

You took slow breaths as you approached their table, trying to calm yourself down. Eddie was the closest to you as you stepped closer and you didn’t just want to interrupt whatever conversation it was they were having.

You reached your hand out and gently tapped his shoulder to get his attention, making him jump in his seat,

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” You said with a nervous smile.

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They all just sat and stared for a moment, not really knowing what to do or say. You had never actually approached them, every time you smiled and waved it was always just in passing, making small talk here and there.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” You took a step back and held your hands behind your back.

“No! You’re fine, you didn’t interrupt anything,” Dustin thankfully finally said something and broke the silence between you and the boys, “what’s up (y/n)?”

“Well…” You tried to think of something, “I just wanted to come over and meet you and Mikes other friends.” You said with a smile, you looked over the older boys at the table with them, “They seem pretty nice from what you’ve told me.” You gently bit your lip as your lips were still curled into a smile, “Is it ok if I sit with you guys?”

They nodded and quickly cleared a spot for you, Jeff and Gareth moving down a spot to give you the seat next to Eddie.

“Henderson tells you about us?” Eddie looks at you, finally being the one to say something to you.

“Yeah, sometimes. You’re Eddie right?”

Hearing you say his name made him melt. Of course he knew who you were but it’s was a surprise to him that you knew who he was. And you weren’t scared or intimidated or anything, just treating him like a normal person.

“Yeah…” He said quietly, quickly snapping out of it, holding his hand out for you to shake, “Yeah, hi, Eddie Munson. Nice to meet you.” He said with a shy smile.

You smiled back and took his hand, they were definitely a lot bigger than yours, but so soft, his rings were cool against the palm of your hand.

“Nice to finally meet you too.” Your eyes met his big brown ones you looked at each other for a moment.

You’ve heard the rumors about him, but Dustin did a good job of making sure you knew none of them were true. He seemed so sweet already and it didn’t even cross your mind that he was the ringleader of this supposed ‘satanic’ club.

“I’m Gareth!”

“I’m Jeff, it’s a pleasure.”

The two boys next to you snapped you out of your little moment with Eddie, the both of them holding out their hands for you to shake.

You giggled and let go of Eddie’s hand to take hold of theirs, his hand feeling cold as soon as you took it out, glaring at his friends for taking your attention away from him,

“I’m (y/n), it’s nice to meet you guys.” The two of them smiling as soon as their hands touched yours.

“Are all you guys in that club with Dustin and Mike?”

“Oh yeah, they all are,” Mike spoke up from his spot at the end, “Eddie was the one that started it.”

“Hellfire club right? I see you guys wearing the shirts a lot.” You giggle again, glancing at the two boys next to you, “I think it’s cute.”

They almost immediately started to get flustered, nervously laughing and smiling, no one’s ever said they were cute before and it felt so much more genuine coming from you.

“So what do you guys do in your club?” You looked back to Eddie.

“Well um…” He cleared his throat, “really all we do is play Dungeons and Dragons.”

“Yeah it’s that fantasy game I was telling you about,” Eddie slowly turned his head to Dustin, giving him a death glare, “but um… you know I think Eddie is much better at explaining it, why don’t you tell her about it.” Dustins eyes went back to looking at the tray in front of him.

Your eyes went back to Eddie’s,

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

“Like I was saying before Henderson decided to chime in,” He turned himself to you, and though you were still in a crowded cafeteria, at a table full of other people, it felt like it was just you two, “it’s this fantasy role playing game we play. You make up characters and you have to defeat different monsters and stuff like that…” He quickly realized how dorky he was making himself sound, “But you probably don’t care that much about it anyways.”

“Oh no, I do!” You put your hand on his arm and gently squeezed, “Dustin told me a little about it the other day, it sounds really cool!”

Your touch made him smile, no girl was ever this eager to hear about Dungeons and Dragons and yet you seemed so excited about it, even if it was just some dorky fantasy game. He smiled and suddenly remembered the whole reason he was supposed to be talking to you,

“We’re actually down a player today, if you want you can join and we’ll show you what it’s like.”

The other boys’ eyes went wide. Shocked that he actually was able to not only hold up a conversation with you without making a fool of himself but because he regained his train of thought and was able to get himself back on track.

“Yeah, I’d love to! It sounds like fun.” You look to Gareth and Jeff, “Does that mean I get a cute shirt too?”

“Yeah totally!”

“We’ll make it extra cute.”

You giggled seeing how flustered they still were just to be sitting so close to you, and you could tell they were excited to see you after school.

Suddenly the bell rang. Lunch was over.

You stood up from their table and brushed your dress down to make sure it laid right over your thighs,

“It was really nice meeting all you guys. I’ll see you after school ok?”

They stood up with you and packed up their things, readying themselves for whatever class they had coming next. As you took a few steps back to your table to grab your things, you felt someone gently grab your arm.

“Hey, sorry,” You turned and there was Eddie again, standing before you, “if you want i can meet you at your locker or something after last period and show you where the club meets.” You could feel a blush coming onto your cheeks, “Only if you want me to I mean…”

You smiled, looking down to try and hide your pink cheeks, “No, yeah, I’d love that. That’s sweet of you.”

The two of you stood there awkwardly for a moment. Eddie rubbing the back of his neck, your head tilting up slowly to look back up at him before Eddie just blurted out,

“Do you like Slayer?”

“Yeah, I love them.” You said with a smile.

He smiled back down at you and before your conversation could continue Sky grabbed your hand and pulled you towards her,

“(y/n), come on, we can’t be late for this test.”

You quickly walked with her to the doors, turning around one last time to wave goodbye,

“Bye Eddie!” You said with a giggle before exiting the cafeteria.

He stood and smiled to himself, shyly waving back but you were already out the doors.

“Hey man come on you can’t be late for this class again,” Jeff nudged his side and started walking for the doors, taking a look back at Eddie as he slowly started walking behind him, “are you… blushing?”

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[empresskylo]

hey could you maybe do a eddie munson x female reader! her like piercing her nipples as a surprise for eddie

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐜 eddie munson x fem!reader

You hadn’t seen Eddie all day at school so he was more than excited to spot you walking into his Hellfire club. You meekly smiled, not wanting to interrupt, and he winked at you, then continued to act out his role as dungeon master.

You held your books to your chest and walked over to where there was a stack of boxes on the back wall and sat down. You placed

your notebooks down and crossed your legs, watching Eddie and his friends.

“He’s not only missing his left arm…” Eddie dramatically stood up and leaned over the table. “But his left eye!” The group erupted in disapproval and swears. Eddie smirked and glanced up at you. His smile grew when he caught you staring at him in awe.

He went to turn his head back to the game when his eyes traced over your chest. The angle you were sitting at allowed the sparse lighting in the room to illuminate you completely, making the outline of your chest visible to Eddie from where he stood.

You had purposefully worn an unpadded bra today, knowing it would allow your newly acquired nipple piercings to poke through. You had only had it done the other day and still hadn’t told Eddie.

He noticed them immediately under the folds of your shirt and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“Vecna’s dead!”

“You just killed my cast,” Mike shouted at Eddie.

You giggled as Eddie struggled to pull his eyes away from you and back to his friends who were waiting for his instructions to continue.

Eddie had kept his eyes off of you the rest of the game, knowing that he might embarrass himself if he didn’t. When the group began to separate, Eddie shuffled behind the others and made a dash towards you. You leaned over to grab your bag and jumped when Eddie appeared at your feet.

“Hi, Eddie,” you said softly, batting your eyelashes as you looked up at him.

His eyes narrowed in on you, a slight flush across his cheeks. “Let’s go. Now.” He demanded, grabbing your wrist and pulling you out the doors.

You struggled to keep up with him as he determinedly dragged you through the school parking lot and to his van.

“Eddie!” You whined as he pulled you to the far side of his van, blocking you both from view.

He spun you around and pressed you up against the side of his van in a sporadic motion, making you yelp. Then his lips were on yours, his body pressed flesh against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he rolled his hips into you. Your chest was squished against him and he could feel the hard metal of your piercings on his torso. He moaned into your mouth before pulling away abruptly.

You were panting as he stared at you. “You like them?” You teased.

He growled in response, kissing you at full force again, and you felt the area between your legs heat up. Eddie wasn’t usually this animalistic so you felt a wave of satisfaction knowing he was acting this way because of you.

He opened the door behind you and began pushing you into his van.

“Eddie,” you mewled.

“Please…” he begged. ���I need to see…”

The desperation in his eyes made your heart swoon. You should have got them pierced a long time ago.

You let him carry you up and into the back of his van and he wasted no time tugging off your shirt. He placed soft kissing along your collarbone while he fiddled with the clasp of your bra.

When he felt its release, you gave him room to slide the straps off your shoulders. He pulled back to gaze at your bare chest, his pupils blown. “Lord have mercy,” he mumbled as his eyes devoured you.

You felt your face warm, feeling exposed as he scanned your chest.

He reached his hand out and gently cupped the bottom of your breast, carefully to avoid your nipple, the cool metal from his rings felt nice against your skin.

“They still hurt?” He asked, clearly reminding himself that they were still new and he couldn’t touch.

You nodded your head. “They’ll take a few weeks to heal,” you said breathlessly.

Eddie’s eyes flickered up to yours. “Not sure how I’m gonna make it that long,” he whined before pulling you into him and kissing you again.